The Argus was an exploratory vessel, captained by the illustrious Buck Tennard. It's name was widely known for its many ventures into difficult territories, political outreach, and even (rumored) space-time tampering. Despite the weight of the importance each member of the fleet onboard plays, or perhaps because of this, not many were willing to put a paw forward to apply for a job on the Argus. Ricky Vales, however, found the idea far too exciting to pass up when he learned of an opening for a somewhat menial job as general maintenance staff. Seeing as he'd just worked a two year contract in engineering for a private trading company, he thought himself more than qualified.
	"A squirrel, huh?” Ricky couldn't believe that Buck was conducting the interview himself. The fact that his office was more a sectioned off part of his living quarters made it feel a bit too personal. Though the image of him that Ricky built up in his head couldn't compare to the weight of the air around the grey furred rabbit and the way his serious, brown eyes seemed to pierce through him. Not to mention the way the blue captain's vest clung tight to his lean chest. "Don't think that you'll get any favors from me just because we're both rodents."
	"Oh, I would never, sir," Ricky shifted in the chair, that tingling in his stomach not unlike butterflies he got during a first date. "But I did better than average at the academy, and when I was on contract I worked under Vanessa Jericho. I learned a lot from her, and she's widely considered one of the best in the field."
	"You don't have to tell me about Jericho," Buck's eyes softened just a bit, and he put a paw to his whiskers in thought. "She's certainly something else. Any reason why you'd give up a cushy job in the private sector to work on a government ship? Surely with your qualifications you could land another job, probably even find somewhere to head up an engineering department."
	"If you're thinking that the private sector is cushy, then you've probably never worked in it." Ricky frowned. "And I'm not trying to get this job to tide me over until something better comes along."
	"Then tell me why you'd want a maintenance job." The rabbit shuffled through a few screens on his holographic wristcomp, glancing over Ricky's academy test scores and prior work experiences. To say he did better than average at the academy was selling himself short.
	"Well, in engineering you don't ever really get to stop and enjoy the smaller things. It's more like you mentally break down the smaller things and try to figure out how to build them up and improve them. Then you do the same with everything around you, it's tiring really." Ricky sat back in a manner that he hoped seemed relaxed. "Besides, the Argus was taught about in several classes I took, and not just the engine design or the ship layout. It's like you and your crew are literally making history and I'd like to be a part of that. I mean, I just got a news blast about that band of illegal traders you broke up, it's amazing! Um, sir." Ricky found himself on the edge of his seat again.
	"Well, it would appear that the intel on your files is incomplete." Tennard shook his head disappointedly.
	"What do you mean?" The squirrel's heart skipped a beat.
	"It didn't mention how good of an ass kisser you are." He cracked a smile. "Listen, in all truthfulness it's not all glamorous, but if you're serious, all the other candidates are jokes in comparison. If you can get your stuff packed in a week we'd be glad to have you aboard. Well, after you're cleared by medical."
	"Oh, sir it wouldn't even take a day!" Ricky reached out and excitedly shook the rabbit's paw. "I haven't even been fully unpacked from my last job. I could move my stuff in tomorrow."
	"No, take the weekend to enjoy the solid ground beneath your paws. With any luck we'll be out a long while before we have to land in another port."
	"Yes, sir." The squirrel got up to leave.
	"One more thing, Vales." Tennard didn't bother to look up from his paperwork.
	"Yes, sir?"
	"Drop the whole 'sir' thing." His paws were still quick at work, filling out the forms necessary for a new hire.
	"Oh, yes, um- right. What do I call you then?" He dawdled by the door.
	"Buck is fine. You're dismissed." He waved a paw in Ricky's direction and the squirrel did a small dance of excitement as soon as the door slid shut behind him.
	The weekend was spent by Ricky deciding what to take with him and what to throw away. There were services that would hold onto anything he might want later and even ship it to another port if he needed, but in all honesty he felt it would be best to leave most of his old life behind, opting to keep just a few changes of clothes and a paper simulating reader. Most of it besides a few other personal belongings ended up on the curb. Then he daydreamed about what it would be like amongst the stars and solving real intergalactic problems, though he supposed he wouldn't be doing much of that. He even gave a few spare moments to ponder just what it would be like to do more than just work under Captain Tennard.
	Seeing the sheen of the smooth metal ship, with it's long trailing fins and wide bulbous nose for the observation deck at the port as he was preparing himself to go on board made the reality so much more tangible for Ricky. He hefted his duffle and walked towards the living piece of history. A pomeranian stood at attention by the door, her vest was an olive green designating her as security. "You're late," Her barking tone clashed with her cute, short muzzle and messy styled hair.
	"I- I am?" Ricky was flustered as he reached to check his pocket comp for the time, it hung low on a gold chain from his belt.
	"Nah, I'm just fucking with, ya," Her teeth glinted and she handed him a round pendant emblazoned with a finned triangle surrounded by stars. "There's your badge, it'll get ya in and out of the places you need to go." She tapped her own, signaling he should pin it to his shirt, which he did. "Plus it gets ya your food and anything else ya might need. Try it out." Ricky walked up to the entrance bay and the metal door slid up, he shouldn't have been amazed but he was. The Argus had opened just for him. "Yeah, the point is to walk through it." She began leading him inside.
	"I know, but isn't it so cool?" He adjusted his duffle as he trailed after her. "The Argus is up there with the greats in terms of ships, might as well be called The Ark."
	"Well, The Ark was kinda shitty, I bet. A buncha people on a ship going away from a dying planet? I bet there was so much disorganized fuckery going onboard there. Buncha civvies wandering around a government operation." She shook her head to herself. "I'm supposed to show you around, caf's this way."
	"Oh, uh. I didn't catch your name." He stopped and offered a paw, but she kept walking and he had to scurry to catch up. "I'm-"
	"Ricky, I work security. It's my job to know," She answered his question before he could even ask. "They call me Marley." They passed many different types of furs on tour and even a couple Galgonians, a race of large scaled people who, centuries prior, almost brought down the GFU.
	The tour ended conveniently in the lower living quarters, in a wing designated for privates-in-training, and what Marley called with some disdain, 'the other staff.' They were marked with numbers, but other than that, every door was identical.
	"Since you're maintenance, you could get into any of these rooms, so don't get drunk and end up somewhere you don't belong."  The room designated 146c was where she stopped, at the very end of the hall. "The maintenance guy that you’re replacing was here a while, so lucky you, you get the big room. If you forget where you're at, there are maps at the entrance to every hall, and your room number is on the back of your badge."
	"Thank you so much," He again held out a paw expectantly, but Marley turned about face and began walking away.
	"No problem new guy, and trust me. The newlywed phase will end in a couple weeks, but after that it's still a good place to call home." She stopped and shot him a serious look. "Hey, I'll be watching. Don't give me a reason to do anything else." Marley began walking in her purposeful strides again as Ricky waved goodbye to her as she grew more distant.
	The squirrel felt another jolt of excitement as his door opened, but paused before walking in and checked the room number again, and the back of his badge. Ricky hoped Marley was joking when she called this the big room, because while it was certainly livable, it wasn't much else. A bed, a closet, a shelf and a desk, but that's about it. A red maintenance staff vest lay on the neatly made bed. Ricky picked it up, spun with it in his paws, and then fell backwards onto the bed. This called for celebration, he would go to the caf and with any luck catch a few glimpses of Buck out of uniform.
	There wasn't much to his maintenance job, Ricky quickly found out. It was mostly checking gauges and helping people who didn't understand how to use various pieces of equipment. There was one particularly nasty incident, where a foodsynth kept pumping out something that quite resembled raw sewage and smelled like dirty laundry. That was solved by removing a crusty sock that someone had jammed into the overhead nutrient paste dispenser, perhaps to hide. Needless to say, the sable that put in the work request expressed some exasperation about having to look after her teenage son. He did, however, discover how friendly everyone was aboard the Argus. With the exception of Marley, who still sometimes shot him suspicious glances, and the Galgonians who kept to themselves, Ricky found it was nice to be able to shut his brain off from time to time.
	One morning, Ricky's pocket comp flashed with a message from the captain after he was done completing his rounds. 'Scent venting system down in cabin, canines are complaining.'
	'Pulse me the work order.' The squirrel typed back.
	'No dice, there's a situation. Write it up when you get here.'
	'Yes, sir.' Ricky smiled picturing how that must have annoyed the rabbit.
	When the elevators opened to the ship's cabin, Ricky noticed the tense state amongst the crew. Despite the apparent graveness of the situation a wolf currently occupying the pilot's seat had tissues jutting out of his nose.
	"Thank gods, I can't think with the smells in here.” The wolf muttered.
	"Calm down, Ari, you know there used to be ships without dedicated scent filters and shit." Marley snapped back, clearly as irritated as the wolf at the musk that clung to the air, obvious even to those without a sharp canine sense of smell. Oddly enough the fox occupying one of the three communications seats seemed to be wagging his tail ever so slightly.
	"We have more pressing issues to deal with," Buck's voice was commanding. "Why don't we focus on the fact that four crew members went down onto that planet and we haven't even heard back from them yet? Can we send another probe?"
	"On it Captain." The fox typed away happily and a metallic orb detached from the ship, whizzing past the observation window.
	"Should we really be discussing this in front of him, Tennard?" Marley looked at the maintenance squirrel.
	"Look, Winslow." Buck slammed a paw on his chair's armrest. "I know taking on a new member is a difficult change but really we both know this whole trust thing isn't about that. If you need to take leave to deal with what happened you can do that. But right now you have to get over it and do your job."
	"Yes, sir." Marley snapped her maw tight into a scowl. Her spiteful use of the word was probably why Buck didn't like it.
	Ricky found the vent himself and plugged his pocket comp into the interface next to it, trying to fight the awkward feeling of walking into something devastatingly private. The fox in the grey comms vest stared playfully at him as he bent down. The crew were arguing the risks of sending another team. His comp beeped with the analysis, confirming he would have to go inside and adjust the filter manually and then reset the fans.
	"You going in there?" The fox smirked.
	"Yeah, looks like I have to," Ricky raised an eyebrow.
	"A lot of maintenance staff say it gets hot in there." The fox's tail wiggled a bit more. "You know, a lot of them take their clothes off if they're gonna be in the vents a long time." Ricky could feel his skin grow flush as the fox was very apparently undressing him with his eyes.
	"It's just the filter. I'm sure I'll be fine." With that Ricky opened up the vent and crawled inside, listening to Buck's complaints about how the fox should keep it in his pants or he could be dismissed.
	Checking the ventilation layout on his comp Ricky finally arrived at the filter housing and fans, which were in a disastrous state. Whoever repaired it last clearly did a rush job and knocked around some of the components, which added another task to his list. He was already feeling hot beneath his uniform and quietly took the fox's suggestion that he disrobe, opting to affix the maintenance belt back around his waist. He sincerely hoped that word of this didn't get back to the fox. Then he got to work.
	"It's a miracle!" Back in the cabin, Ari, with the tissues in his nostrils, jumped out of his seat. The transport shuttle the crew had been sent down in rose out the atmosphere and was heading towards the Argus.
	"Not so quick, get them on the comm screen." Buck ordered the fox who was considerably less chipper after being chewed out. 
	"No good, Captain, looks like their comms are down." Buck put a paw to his temple trying to push back the growing headache.
	"What do the scans say?" If rabbits could growl, Tennard did just that.
	"Four life forms, looks identical to the crew we sent in. Heart rates are up, but other than that, everything seems normal." The fox said hopefully.
	"Marley?" He deferred to the pomeranian. "What do you think? Open the docking port, but lock down the entrances?"
	"That would probably be the best course of action, if you think that's really them in there." Marley straightened her back. "Of course I'll want my team down there waiting for the bastards if it isn't."
	"Do it," The Captain resigned, hoping beyond hope that they hadn't lost any more of their crew. He really should have been on that transport, but it was only supposed to be a routine check up on a fairly new settlement. Easy. 
	The yellow warning lights lit up the cabin and all along the rest of the halls of the Argus. Civilians were advised to return to their living quarters. The doors to the docking port shuttered and Marley had organized for every door to be covered, taking one to keep watch over for herself. The transport shuttle had been perfectly on course to dock, but with a sudden jerk upwards it sped up and smashed into the hull. The yellow lights turned red and it had become mandatory that non-essential staff and civilians go into their rooms and lock them.
	Ricky was bounced around like a rubber ball in the tight space when the transport smashed into the Argus. Suddenly the ventilation system was shut down and closed off. The squirrel began to panic, his comp was flashing a red warning to return to his room. He felt locked in place out of fear. After a while of stressfully stroking his tail Buck's face popped up on the screen.
	"There's been a collision, Vales you alright?" The comp was shaking in his paw.
	"Y-yeah. I think I'm fine." On further consideration Ricky found a fine soldering probe jammed into his paw which he held up to show the Captain as though he could help.
	"Hold on, we're gonna get you out of there." Ricky nodded. "You might be in shock, but you gotta be able to move. Can you do that?" Ricky nodded again. "Ricky, start moving back towards the cabin, we'll be releasing the vent shutters as you get to them. Now give me a verbal confirmation that you can do that."
	"Yes, si- Yes, Buck. I can do that," Ricky almost hung up the call. "What's happening?"
	"Something survived the crash." Buck grit his teeth. "It got in the damn vents." The call ended and the route through the vents popped up on his comp. Red lines dashed through regular intervals signifying the shuttered points. 14 metal doors that had to be opened by security blocked his way out of his tincan hell.
	Shakily Ricky pulled the probe from his paw, and it began to bleed more fervently. He couldn't think clearly, his pants dragged behind him still attached to the pocket comp as he kept his eyes on the map. The squirrel felt trapped, his body heat doubling in the now seemingly tighter space. Bloody paw prints trailed behind him as he got to the first shutter and he pinged security. It slid up and he crawled through, the door snapping shut behind him. Ricky couldn't feel the soreness in his knees or back or even the pain in his paw but he knew it was there. Another door, another ping and more cool, fresh air. All he had to do was keep going.
	Marley popped up on the screen, disrupting his steady progress. "Stop moving." She growled.
	"Why, why!?" Ricky whimpered. "I'm getting out, I'm going to get out." He was hyperventilating.
	"Look at me." Her face was dead calm. "The situation is serious. Whatever that thing is can get through the shutters. Ricky, it's going to make a pass near you. Don't make any noises. I'll be right here with you." She paused a moment. "Don't fight it if it finds you. You will die if you do."
	Ricky was counting his breaths as the sound of metal grinding and snapping confirmed what Marley said. He was just six shutters away from the cabin. The squirrel couldn't stop himself from flinching with every sound. He could feel the vents shake with the strength of the thing as it tore through the metal.
	"Fuck, fuck! It's not passing. Move Ricky, it's a stupid fucking risk but I'm opening a path up for you." Marley snapped.
	It did not like being squeezed into the tight space, but it did like the delicious red trail it was following. Its all black body shuddered with anticipation as its long tongue lolled out of its mouth and it battered another steely blockade down. It needed to spread, and it would like so much to feel it spread onto Another. A slimy black cock dragged beneath it, hard and ready to spread. The thing hardly resembled the one it had been spread onto, an unwitting stag. Its all black body bulged with muscles and shined like oil slick. It had an unlimited willingness to spread and it would spread to all that it met.
	The hulking thing warped the vents as it burst through, Ricky looked at it with utter horror as it saw him and it seemed to flow through the enclosure.
	"Fuck, fuck!" Ricky moved as fast as he could, the ship cabin's red danger lights apparent in the distance. A shutter slammed down on the vaguely buck shaped thing but it didn't even seem to notice. It grabbed the squirrel's leg and pulled him back. It's long tongue swiped across Rick's face and down his chest. It was so happy to be able to spread.
	Before he could even think Ricky was forced backwards onto the impossibly large cock. It thrust in and out of him despite his cries of pain. Its massive hoove pushing his head to the cold metal as his ass ached with the sudden feeling of being filled. The tongue seemed to move independently from the thing as it lapped all around him before tendrilling into his sheath, making him grow reluctantly hard. Well, reluctantly at first. The squirrel started to enjoy the slick cock in his backside and the tongue that wrapped all around his shaft, jerking him off and absorbing the precum that slowly began to dribble down it.
	It truly loved its new friend. He was delightfully tight and so utterly willing to give into its pheromones that it excreted just for him. The squirrel even had a fluffy tail that was so perfect for pulling and making him clench up involuntarily, making the hot tight passage even tighter.
	"Oh, gods. Oh yes." He whined and arched his back, trying to take in as much of the thing's cock as he could. It let him up so he could get on his paws and knees. Ricky had forgotten that Marley was listening on the comp, and he didn't care that she was barking orders and was trying to get him to respond. He only want it to fuck him harder and it gladly obliged, grabbing the squirrel's tool belt and using it to pull him backwards in time with its thrusts. Ricky's mind was completely blank except for his need to cum.
	Its tongue left the squirrel's pink cock to twist and squeeze at his nipples, one after the other. One of Ricky's paws moved to jack himself off, but his arm was forced back down by the thing. Its massive black balls dwarfed his own as they pendulously pounded into each other. Its hot tongue forced his muzzle open and he lapped at it as it explored. Cum drooled down from Ricky's cock as his prostate exploded with pleasure. He shuddered as his entire body tensed up, the thing kept fucking him, letting up only a second to lick up the milky white fluid from the cold metal with its long tongue.
	It could tell it was getting close to spreading so it began to plunge its cock in and out of the squirrel's furry ass even faster. Then it pulled Ricky up, its head bursting through the vents and started using his entire body like a fucktoy. He was being slid up and down the massive cock with his arms forced to his sides. It let out a choked cry of pleasure and thick, black liquid spurted into his body. Each pulse and flex of the thing's cock felt better than the last and he could feel the cum leak down around the massive black dick. Ricky's body felt aflame as his pink cock started bouncing and jutting, shooting blanks, and his already empty nuts tightened close to his body.
	It pulled him off unceremoniously, and simply let him fall to the cool metal below. It had lost all interest in the squirrel. It battered through the last of the vent's security blockages and Ricky wondered when those had been closed off as he lay in his post orgasmic zen. The urgent red flashing lights filtered in as the thing burst into the cabin and Ricky supposed he should tell the crew he was perfectly fine. There were a few shouts and a terrible howling noise as the squirrel's bodily discomforts returned while he crawled. He hunched slightly when he climbed out of the vents, his tailhole still dripping the black viscous liquid.
	"Guys, don't-" He stopped, what was he going to say? Don't shoot it, it's a friend? It was useless anyway, the alien stag was unmoving and shrinking down to a normal size though it stayed an inky black. Besides, he had a bigger problem. There were several blasters trained on him. Something told him they weren't set to stun. Buck bore a scratch in his arm which bled profusely, but he kept his aim trained on Ricky all the same. "What's going on?"
	"I'll tell you what's going on. You and me are going to be quarantined." Buck glowered. "I'm holding on to this though." He shook the blaster and looked at Marley who quietly nodded.
	"I'm fine, I mean. I could use a cigarette, but I'm fine, I swear!" Ricky kept his paws up.
	"They seemed fine when they were shuttling up here," Buck nodded to the thing that had once been a stag. "Let's see if we can survive the trip to medical."
	Dr. Rem, who had seemed so nice during Ricky's physical, treated the squirrel like livestock. She harshly stuck him in the tailbase with a aeroshot without any prompting and took his blood while he demanded an explanation. Then he was thrown into what resembled a cell with an energy barrier making up one of the walls, not even given any clothes to cover himself. Captain Buck already sat on the bed with his blaster still drawn. His arm was now bandaged, and outside of his element, the rabbit seemed tired.
	"Don't do anything weird, kid." He murmured. "They say it's some kinda parasite. Does stuff to your head and changes your body."
	"Well, I'm not changing." Ricky spun around, showing his entire body to Tennard.
	"Take a look at your tail." The rabbit said grimly. Ricky pulled his tail in front of him and suddenly he regretted ever applying to be on the Argus. His tail fur was now the same jet black as the thing that had fucked him instead of its charming reddish brown. "Let's hope that's as far as that spreads. That shot the Doc gave us, nanobots, supposed to eat up the damn thing before it eats us."
	Silently Ricky stumbled backwards clutching his tail and fell against the energy barrier, slumping to the ground. His body shook as he contemplated what was happening to him. Seeing his vulnerability, Buck softened a bit. The rabbit got up and threw the blanket around Ricky, he even stopped aiming the blaster at him.
	"Look, I'm not going to tell you you're going to be fine." Buck pulled up Ricky's chin and looked him in the eyes. "Hell, I don't know if I'm gonna be fine, but I've gotten through worse and I'm right here with you." The captain continued trying to talk him through his panic, but eventually gave up. Ricky had resigned to washing his tail over and over again in the small sink above the toilet. When that proved fruitless he painfully wiped what he could of the black ooze from his sore asshole and flushed away the brackish toilet paper.
	As time wore on Ricky felt more and more worn down by the events of the day, his exhaustion beating out his insecurities. Buck let him have the bed, something told him the Captain might not be sleeping tonight. In fact Buck seemed completely unphased, compiling loss of life reports and arranging for the Argus to be repaired from his wristcomp. Ricky wondered if anything got to the Captain, then a heavy, black sleep overtook him.
	The squirrel found himself standing in front of the rabbit's curled and sleeping body on the floor, unsure of how he'd gotten there. He really should get closer to the Captain. Ricky crouched, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of Buck, yes that was good. The squirrel noticed he was hard and already dripping. He reached his paw out to touch Buck, feel him, spread, then he hesitated. The rabbit snapped to suddenly and Ricky found himself staring down the barrel of a blaster. "You got one chance to back up. I'd hate to have hired you and killed you in the same Kasar cycle." Suddenly Ricky realized what he was doing and jumped back then his tail shot out, bashing the blaster to pieces against the steely wall.
	"I didn't do that!" He held his paws up, his black tail curled defensively around him. Captain Tennard bolted up, paws poised to fight.
	"Gods, that's not right." The rabbit looked disgusted and Ricky's tail licked its lips and smiled. Ricky backed away slowly, strange sensations filling his tail.
	"I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry." His tail made sure to stay between him and Buck. "I didn't mean to, I-" Ricky clutched his head, which ached terribly, and found his injured paw was suddenly healed. He sat on the bed, a mess of tears and apologies.
	Eventually the Captain let his guard drop and Ricky kicked off the bed, his body from the waist up ragdolling, and slammed into Buck. While he was shoved off the captain, his legs seemed to be unresponsive. Really they had pushed against Captain Tennard, and his tailmaw sunk its teeth into the Captain's pants, tearing them easily. "Stop. Get this fucking thing off me, Vales, now!" Buck was trying to pull the tail away, but found it to be incredibly strong. Strangely, now that the tail was closer it seemed less disgusting. Almost alluring. Certainly it was warm and its mouth wet and soft.
	"I can't!" The squirrel belonged to it now and they would play with their new friend. Ricky was slumped against the ground, uncontrollably masturbating. His tail's long tongue found Buck's muzzle and began to drip in its aphrodisiac saliva. While Ricky couldn't feel it in the traditional sense, he was sure it felt really good, and Buck had kissed back. The tail had grown in size while Ricky slept and was now large enough for the Captain to hold close to his body as he and it wrestled their tongues together.
	The tailmaw pulled away, letting Buck pant and mutter a few choice words about his inflamed libido. The tail let Buck's paws guide it to what it had wanted anyway and greedily clamped around his cock. It suckled gently, enjoying the precum its tongue absorbed. Ricky continued to mindlessly paw off as its need to spread filled his mind. The trio could not stop even as the daylight elements suddenly flicked on and Marley and Dr. Rem stood shocked by the energy barrier.
	"What the hell is going on?" Marley barked. She only received groans of pleasure and lewd slurping as a response. 
	"Fuck!" Ricky shot his seed uselessly to the ground and his mind was again his own. He shamefully covered himself with his paws. "Um... um," Ricky couldn't find the words to say, how does one explain that their tail had taken control of their body in order to deepthroat the captain they desperately wanted to fuck? Tennard began to buck his hips off the ground, into the tailmaw. The tail's tongue slipped out and slithered down to prod beneath the rabbit's stubby tail.
	Dr. Rem wasn't sure if she was horrified or scientifically curious. Better yet, some part of her deep down was highly aroused in another way. She received an alert that the quarantined patients were experiencing suddenly raised heart rates and this was the last thing she expected.
	Captain Tennard's moans became higher pitched as the tail's tongue found and massaged his prostate. Buck knew he was losing Marley's hard earned respect by the second, but he didn't care. The tail began to bob and suck Buck's cock properly and his head was forced hard against the ground by his arching back. He reached a paw down to massage and squeeze his hairless balls. The tail's tongue began to slide in and out of his tailhole, almost properly fucking him.
	"This is disgusting. Call me when you need me to shoot something and don't waste my time with this bullshit." Marley walked out in a huff and Ricky spared a paw to cover his face in embarrassment as his tail continued to blow Buck.
	With a sharp gasp and a silent curse, Captain Tennard came harder than he ever had and the tailmaw swallowed each gush of cum that his balls pumped into it. Its tongue slipped out of the rabbit and cleaned off his sensitive dick. Then it nudged it's way between Ricky's paw covering his face. Ricky stroked it if only out of force of habit from his nervous tics.
	Dr. Rem savored the image and would return to it later that night. Their assigned quarantine was only 36 hours from ending and, if the tailmaw proved to be harmless, there was nothing the doctor could do besides release him back amongst the ship's population. The GFU had rules against such discriminations.
	Buck hoisted up what was left of his pants and casually leaned by the energy barrier. "Doc, there any chance I need another shot after that?" She was taken aback by the question.
	"No, the infectious cells have been rendered inert. I tested them earlier myself." She looked in awe at the squirrel and his alien tail while he anxiously stroked its fur. "They're older than any other recorded organic material I've ever come across."
	"Doc, another quick question. Any chance I could get a smoke?"