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Ships if you can.”\n\n“Ma’am?”\n\n“We need to get a task force set up yesterday. Multiple teams to split our possibilities.”\n\n“Yes Ma’am, but ….”\n\n“We also need live satellite feeds. If we don’t want someone starting something violent we need to beat them.”\n\n“Ma’am we can’t”\n\n“What... What is it!? We Have little time.” Nyx practically barked to her sergeant in annoyance, before catching herself, “Sorry, but we probably don’t have much time.”\n\n“I understand that, detective, but I still need to know WHY I’m scrambling a task force, the satellite feeds shouldn’t be a problem, but the ship…”\n\n“Sir I have reason to believe that Kazima lied to us. He knew damn well what the code meant from the beginning.” Nyx said gesticulating to her smart board as she strapped on her armor vest and started grabbing her other equipment, “It’s an old coordinate system that narrows down our search for the missing trafficking victims significantly.”\n\n“Not that I trust the Yakuza, but didn’t they bring the code to us?”\n\n“Yes, but also claimed that had no clue what it meant, despite the code going directly to them.” Nix took a breath, “The Oyabun is almost 3000 years old. Some archaic coordinate system wouldn’t be a mystery to him. We also know someone on their side must be one of the victims, hence the messages going to them of all people. The only reason to lie to us about knowing what the code meant…”\n\n“… They want a head start…”\n\n“Yes. Whoever got taken must be important. They don’t want the perp to see ‘normal’ justice. They want to do it themselves.”\n\nHer sergeant nodded, “I’ll get the task force assembled, and get you satellite connections, but Detective… Getting a SHIP won’t be easy or fast. You may need to rely on our normal cruisers.”\n\n“But… but the search area … It may be narrowed to a small thin line, but it’s still a ring around the PLANET. Our cruisers barely have range beyond the province! We’d need to stop for fuel repeatedly and can’t fly high enough for long range recon. God knows what kind of ships the Yakuza have, and that damn mob is likely ready to burn a ring of fire around the planet!”\n\nHer sergeant put a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll do what I can, but we’re cops, not the military. Your search area will require permissions. Coordinating with other precincts and access to hardware not normally provided to us. Unless you know someone else with a fast ship with that kind of range.\n\n---------------------------------\n\nAtasi sat at the table in her bathrobe and stared at her coffee, thick with cream and caramel and topped with a spiral of whipped cream and sprinkles. It was delicious. As was the waffles with berries and syrup on her plate.\n\n“I hope you like it miss” Lisa said, “You seem concerned.”\n\nAtasi nodded at the lioness chef, and tried to not let her eyes linger too long on the larger woman’s impressive set of naked breasts, “It’s great Lisa, your cooking always is. I’m just mulling things over.”\n\n“Care to talk about it? Or would a double fudge ice cream help more?”\n\nAtasi cracked a smile and chuckled, “Damn your cooking is going to make me fat eventually.”\n\n“Only if you eat it regular… Ohhh… the little loudmouth blabbed huh?” Lisa sat down across from Atasi and leaned forward. Her impressive bust resting against the tabletop as she did so.\n\nAtasi pulled her eyes back up and nodded, “Yes. So, Maryanne plans to offer me a … job.”\n\nLisa nodded, “As her live in mechanic yes. Like I’m her live in chef, and so on for the others. It’s a pretty sweet gig, provided you’re into chicks and are able to get used to the mandatory nudity.”\n\n“It is… I can… I can hardly believe it even… I mean… I’m a… I’m a whore…. I never went to college to work on ships. I’m not a high society woman, an heiress or a princess, or anyone else that would be worthy of Maryanne. I’m not even a high-end escort. I’m just a whore. Why would she want to add me to your… family.?”\n\nBefore Atasi knew it Lisa had come around the table and Atasi found herself face deep in Lioness boobs as she was pulled into an inescapable bear hug. She pet Atasi’s head and held her close, effectively shutting her up and enveloping her in soft plush mounds of comfort. “Be that as it may. Maryanne wouldn’t be where she is by being a bad judge of character. I graduated from one of the best culinary schools on the planet before getting hired here, but that’s not all of us. Fiona was a contract landscaper in a past life, and Jessica is an old high school friend. She had no credentials either, but she worked to get them after being brought in. Mary knew she’d do great, and she did. You say you have no schooling in machines, but Maryanne mentions you a lot. Pillow talk after we have fun, you know. Said you sounded like you were into them.”\n\nShe let up her grip just slightly, enough for Atasi to tilt her head up, her fluffy muzzle poking up from between lion boobs, “I… wanted to be an engineer. I’ve always liked ships.”\n\n“She’ll see to it that you become one you know. You’ll have time to study and if you are as smart as I KNOW she thinks you are, I’m sure you’ll be a licensed starship engineer in no time.”\n\nAtasi started to cry, “I had given up… on that dream.”\n\nA different voice startled both of them, “Then time to get it back.”\n\nAtasi turned, “Maryanne…” She said simply tears starting to flow more, “Is that all true. You’d… do all that for… for some whore you met on a night out at the brothels?”\n\nAtasi’s Lioness boob prison was soon replaced by a snow leopard-based boob prison as she was trapped in another bear hug. Maryanne wasn’t as large as Lisa, but still larger than Atasi. She wrapped her arms around inside the bathrobe, opening it wide and giving better fur to fur contact for a deep needed hug, “Never… call yourself ‘just a whore’ ever again.” Maryanne gently grabbed Atasi’s cheek and tilted her head up, “You’re a prostitute yes. A damn good one too. Heck you’re GAY and your online reviews from MALE clients are glowing.”\n\nMaryanne kept stroking, “It takes dedication and will to excel at something you feel forced to do. You hate being a ‘whore’ but you became great at it anyway. I also know you like ships. I’ve heard you go off on tangents multiple times about engines and flight characteristics, and all sorts of things I don’t understand. So…”\n\nMaryanne stepped back and took Atasi’s face in both hands, cradling it and leaning down to be eye to eye with her, “I want to see how good you can be at something you WANT to do. So will you be my mec…”\n\n“YES!!!” Atasi slammed back into Maryanne, going full face boobs again, “I’ll be your… whatever you want me to be. I’ll be yours.”\n\n“Then I’ll be happy for us both” Maryanne said patting her again.\n\n“What about… the others… I ... I mean I can’t abandon the club, or my sister… I…”\n\n“I’m managing the club for now don’t forget, and we may be able to get a proper manager back for them soon.” Maryanne smiled and held up a key, “I just got an interesting call form a frazzled sounding detective. As my new mechanic, take this and make sure my raptor is flight worthy. They have a lead.”\n\nAtasi looked at the keys for a moment then realized what was said. She grabbed the keys and sprinted off. Her bath robe hanging open and flapping in the winds behind her as she sprinted down the hall.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "art by: ichoeto


Chapter 47: Mechanic

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“Requisition long ranged transport.  Ships if you can.”

“Ma’am?”

“We need to get a task force set up yesterday.  Multiple teams to split our possibilities.”

“Yes Ma’am, but ….”

“We also need live satellite feeds.  If we don’t want someone starting something violent we need to beat them.”

“Ma’am we can’t”

“What... What is it!? We Have little time.”  Nyx practically barked to her sergeant in annoyance, before catching herself, “Sorry, but we probably don’t have much time.”

“I understand that, detective, but I still need to know WHY I’m scrambling a task force, the satellite feeds shouldn’t be a problem, but the ship…”

“Sir I have reason to believe that Kazima lied to us.  He knew damn well what the code meant from the beginning.” Nyx said gesticulating to her smart board as she strapped on her armor vest and started grabbing her other equipment, “It’s an old coordinate system that narrows down our search for the missing trafficking victims significantly.”

“Not that I trust the Yakuza, but didn’t they bring the code to us?”

“Yes, but also claimed that had no clue what it meant, despite the code going directly to them.”  Nix took a breath, “The Oyabun is almost 3000 years old.  Some archaic coordinate system wouldn’t be a mystery to him.  We also know someone on their side must be one of the victims, hence the messages going to them of all people.  The only reason to lie to us about knowing what the code meant…”

“… They want a head start…”

“Yes.  Whoever got taken must be important.  They don’t want the perp to see ‘normal’ justice.  They want to do it themselves.”

Her sergeant nodded, “I’ll get the task force assembled, and get you satellite connections, but Detective…  Getting a SHIP won’t be easy or fast.  You may need to rely on our normal cruisers.”

“But… but the search area … It may be narrowed to a small thin line, but it’s still a ring around the PLANET.  Our cruisers barely have range beyond the province!  We’d need to stop for fuel repeatedly and can’t fly high enough for long range recon.  God knows what kind of ships the Yakuza have, and that damn mob is likely ready to burn a ring of fire around the planet!”

Her sergeant put a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll do what I can, but we’re cops, not the military.  Your search area will require permissions.  Coordinating with other precincts and access to hardware not normally provided to us.  Unless you know someone else with a fast ship with that kind of range.

---------------------------------

Atasi sat at the table in her bathrobe and stared at her coffee, thick with cream and caramel and topped with a spiral of whipped cream and sprinkles. It was delicious.  As was the waffles with berries and syrup on her plate.

“I hope you like it miss” Lisa said, “You seem concerned.”

Atasi nodded at the lioness chef, and tried to not let her eyes linger too long on the larger woman’s impressive set of naked breasts, “It’s great Lisa, your cooking always is.  I’m just mulling things over.”

“Care to talk about it?  Or would a double fudge ice cream help more?”

Atasi cracked a smile and chuckled, “Damn your cooking is going to make me fat eventually.”

“Only if you eat it regular… Ohhh… the little loudmouth blabbed huh?”  Lisa sat down across from Atasi and leaned forward.  Her impressive bust resting against the tabletop as she did so.

Atasi pulled her eyes back up and nodded, “Yes.  So, Maryanne plans to offer me a … job.”

Lisa nodded, “As her live in mechanic yes.  Like I’m her live in chef, and so on for the others.  It’s a pretty sweet gig, provided you’re into chicks and are able to get used to the mandatory nudity.”

“It is…  I can… I can hardly believe it even… I mean… I’m a… I’m a whore…. I never went to college to work on ships.  I’m not a high society woman, an heiress or a princess, or anyone else that would be worthy of Maryanne.  I’m not even a high-end escort.  I’m just a whore.  Why would she want to add me to your… family.?”

Before Atasi knew it Lisa had come around the table and Atasi found herself face deep in Lioness boobs as she was pulled into an inescapable bear hug. She pet Atasi’s head and held her close, effectively shutting her up and enveloping her in soft plush mounds of comfort.  “Be that as it may.  Maryanne wouldn’t be where she is by being a bad judge of character.  I graduated from one of the best culinary schools on the planet before getting hired here, but that’s not all of us.  Fiona was a contract landscaper in a past life, and Jessica is an old high school friend.  She had no credentials either, but she worked to get them after being brought in.  Mary knew she’d do great, and she did.  You say you have no schooling in machines, but Maryanne mentions you a lot.  Pillow talk after we have fun, you know.  Said you sounded like you were into them.”

She let up her grip just slightly, enough for Atasi to tilt her head up, her fluffy muzzle poking up from between lion boobs, “I… wanted to be an engineer.  I’ve always liked ships.”

“She’ll see to it that you become one you know.  You’ll have time to study and if you are as smart as I KNOW she thinks you are, I’m sure you’ll be a licensed starship engineer in no time.”

Atasi started to cry, “I had given up… on that dream.”

A different voice startled both of them, “Then time to get it back.”

Atasi turned, “Maryanne…” She said simply tears starting to flow more, “Is that all true.  You’d… do all that for… for some whore you met on a night out at the brothels?”

Atasi’s Lioness boob prison was soon replaced by a snow leopard-based boob prison as she was trapped in another bear hug.  Maryanne wasn’t as large as Lisa, but still larger than Atasi.  She wrapped her arms around inside the bathrobe, opening it wide and giving better fur to fur contact for a deep needed hug, “Never… call yourself ‘just a whore’ ever again.” Maryanne gently grabbed Atasi’s cheek and tilted her head up, “You’re a prostitute yes.  A damn good one too.  Heck you’re GAY and your online reviews from MALE clients are glowing.”

Maryanne kept stroking, “It takes dedication and will to excel at something you feel forced to do.  You hate being a ‘whore’ but you became great at it anyway.  I also know you like ships.  I’ve heard you go off on tangents multiple times about engines and flight characteristics, and all sorts of things I don’t understand.  So…”

Maryanne stepped back and took Atasi’s face in both hands, cradling it and leaning down to be eye to eye with her, “I want to see how good you can be at something you WANT to do.  So will you be my mec…”

“YES!!!” Atasi slammed back into Maryanne, going full face boobs again, “I’ll be your… whatever you want me to be.  I’ll be yours.”

“Then I’ll be happy for us both” Maryanne said patting her again.

“What about… the others… I ... I mean I can’t abandon the club, or my sister… I…”

“I’m managing the club for now don’t forget, and we may be able to get a proper manager back for them soon.” Maryanne smiled and held up a key, “I just got an interesting call form a frazzled sounding detective.  As my new mechanic, take this and make sure my raptor is flight worthy.  They have a lead.”

Atasi looked at the keys for a moment then realized what was said.  She grabbed the keys and sprinted off.  Her bath robe hanging open and flapping in the winds behind her as she sprinted down the hall.

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