STORY 2

 Gemma’s eyes lit up with inspiration. She spotted the small personal cleaning shower bot—a palm-sized spider-like device with spinning brushes—and grabbed it, her cybernetic hand interfacing to override safeguards. “Max scrub, safeguards off,” she commanded, placing it on her clit, the brushes whirring to life, scrubbing her sensitive flesh with furious intensity, the vibrations and friction like a thousand tiny tongues lashing her, rough and unyielding.

“Oooh yes, fuck… dammit that’s it you fucking wonderful little bot you… clean it harder, scrub that dirty puss… the bristles spinning against my swollen clit, fuck, it’s like a hundred fingers rubbing me raw, OH OHHH… the motors whirring louder, scraping my folds, polishing my pearl till it shines, OIHHHHHHHHHHHH, yes, grind it in, make it sparkle you little shit, fuck me with those brushes, harder, harder, OH GOD YES,” she cried, her voice echoing off the walls, body convulsing as the bot’s max mode sent her over the edge, her cum squirting around the bot, mixing with the water, her ass cheeks smooshing against the glass, giving the empty room a full view of her quivering form, her pussy lips pulsing visibly in the steam, her juices splattering the floor like a dirty secret spilled.

But she wasn’t done—the heat too intense—she switched the water to cold, the shock hitting her oversensitive clit like a slap, making her gasp, “Cold… fuck, that’s good, the icy jet numbing and tingling my hot cunt, refreshing the fire, making me cum again, OH SHIT, the contrast, cold water battering my throbbing clit like an ice cock, freezing and burning at the same time, YES, flood me with that cold stream, make me shiver and squirt, OIHHHH,” cumming a second time, her body shaking violently, moans turning to whimpers, her ass still pressed to the glass, cheeks quivering with each spasm, water dripping from her pussy like melting ice, her cybernetic hand sparking faintly from the moisture.

The cabin door hissed—Anthony was there, leaning against the frame, his merc flightsuit tight over his lean, battle-hardened frame, yellow eyes glinting through the fogged glass. He was the young stud mercenary fighter she'd picked up on a mission months ago, his entire crew wiped out in a demon ambush, leaving him a killer at heart with claws that had shredded horrors, but socially not very confident around women, his tail twitching awkwardly.

She turned her back to him, letting the water cascade down her spine, her ass cheeks pressing against the steamy glass half-door, the fog clearing just enough to tease the outline of her rounded, firm globes, water beading and dripping like sweat on a lover’s body, rivulets tracing every curve, from the dip of her lower back to the swell of her ass, the steam swirling around her like a lover’s breath. She didn’t invite him, but her silhouette was a deliberate flaunt, her hands sliding over her wet skin, tracing her hips, her thoughts racing: He’s watching—let him squirm. This pressure… it’s too good.

“This water pressure’s insane,” she called casually, her voice breathy from the heat, “haven’t had a shower like this in forever—feels like it’s hitting all the right spots, pounding away the tension, making me feel so… alive.” Anthony’s ears flattened, his eyes darkening through the steam, a subtle growl in his chest that he covered with a cough, his nerves showing in his fidgeting tail. “Enjoy it, uh, Gemma. I’ll leave you to it.” He turned to go, but Gemma, her mind buzzing with teasing intent and growing horniness, called out, “Wait, fighter—got any more soap? This one’s almost out.”

He paused, glancing back, his gaze raking her foggy silhouette, and he grabbed a fresh bar from a shelf, stepping closer to the half-door, handing it over the top. “Here. Don’t use it all in one go.” His voice was rough, his eyes lingering longer than necessary, a tension in his stance like he was fighting to control himself as he took in the tease of her ass pressed against the glass, the outline of her cheeks smooshed slightly, water dripping down the glass like cum on skin, his social nervousness making him shift uncomfortably.

Gemma grinned mischievously, eyes sparkling through the steam. “You’re a lifesaver, Anthony,” she cooed, playing clueless, giggling as water poured over her. “Toss it over, cutie.” She adjusted the showerhead, jets hitting her clit, moaning deliberately. Anthony fumbled, soap clattering. “Oh no!” she gasped, feigning shock. “Grab it, sweetie—down there.” She leaned, breasts pressing the glass, ass smooshed, water tracing her back, teasing flexing cheeks.

His face flushed red, crouching awkwardly for the soap, head near the glass, eyes drawn to her curves. “I-I got it, Captain,” he mumbled. Gemma’s grin widened. “So sweet,” she purred, taking it, fingers lingering, sparking a flinch. She dropped it again, sliding it wetly. “Clumsy again! Grab it, pretty please?” Breasts pressed harder, nipples outlined, ass dripping.

His breath hitched, tablet clattering, bending near her ass and pussy, water streaming. “G-got it,” he stammered, holding it up, eyes wide with terror and want, frozen. Gemma purred, “Too good,” taking it slowly, stepping back under the spray, ass flexing against the glass, steam thickening. Her thoughts: He’s crumbling—break him.

He stood rooted, soap in hand, cock straining, breaths shallow, eyes on her form, nerves tense. “Oh, Anthony,” she gasped, teasing, “this shower’s too much—I can’t get it right.” She fumbled the showerhead, jets spraying wild. “Not hitting the spots. Help me, sweetie—reach in.” Her voice was innocent, mind plotting.

“Captain, I… can’t,” he stammered, voice cracking. “You’re naked—I shouldn’t.” Soap slipped, clattering outside. He bent, face near the glass, her curves inches away. Gemma giggled, leaning, breasts against the glass, shivering. “Come on, Anthony, I’m lost with these controls. Need pressure—here.” She spread her thighs, water teasing her folds.

His resolve cracked. “Okay, Captain, but… don’t look,” he mumbled, stepping closer, arm trembling, reaching for the showerhead. His sleeve soaked, eyes darting to her curves, snapping away in panic. Gemma guided his hand, fingers brushing his wrist, angling the nozzle to her pussy. “Right there,” she moaned, hips bucking. “More—harder!” Her moans rose, “Oh my god, that’s it!” Water pounded her clit, juices dripping.

His hand shook, twisting the nozzle, eyes on her pulsing pussy, ass flexing. “Captain… this isn’t…” he gasped, cock throbbing. Gemma grabbed his wrist, cybernetic hand humming, shocking him. “So good,” she purred, guiding the jets, moaning, “Oh fuck, yes!” She slipped, yelping, tumbling onto him, sprawling them. Astride him, her dripping body pinned his, breasts squishing, nipples scraping, pussy grinding his thigh, soaking his pants. Her cybernetic hand shocked his shoulder. “Oops!” she giggled, breath hot on his ear. “Sorry, cutie.”

His face burned, cock throbbing, hands hovering, nervous. “Captain… umm…I , uh..,” he stammered, fingers twitching near her hips. Gemma leaned in, breath hot. “You don’t have to—I’ll do it. Besides, if my life is in your hands when the shit hits the fan, I have to know what kind of balls you’ve got. ” She slid down his body, unzipping his uniform with slow, teasing pulls, freeing his thick, veined cock, the furred base soft against her fingers, the cheetah spots fading into smooth, pulsing skin.

“God, look at you—big and ready,” she murmured, her voice husky with passion, eyes locking on his yellow ones, seeing the flicker of vulnerability beneath his killer instinct, stirring an emotional pull in her chest—this tough fighter, so raw and open with her. “Wrap that sleek tail around my neck, Anthony—choke me a little while I suck this beautiful cock dry.,” she ordered, her tone naughty and commanding, her cybernetic hand wrapping around the base, vibe mode humming low, sending gentle shocks that made his hips jerk.

He hesitated, tail fluffing in excitement, but obeyed, the soft, spotted fur coiling around her throat like a living collar, tightening just enough to restrict her breath, heightening every sensation—the velvet texture against her skin, the tip brushing her chin as she parted her lips, tongue flicking the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum with a musky, wild tang from his cheetah essence. “GOD DAMN, Gemma… Captain, that’s…ooooooh!!” he groaned, paws clenching, body trembling as she took him deeper, her mouth hot and wet, sucking with rhythmic pulls, tongue swirling the ridges, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, the furry texture of his balls tickling her chin when she deepthroated him, gagging slightly but loving the fullness, her free hand massaging his sack, feeling them tighten, heavy with seed, the soft fur matted with her saliva.

His breaths ragged, “Oh shit, Gemma… don’t stop, Captain, your mouth’s so tight, so warm,” his voice breaking with emotion, a mix of awe and need, his paws tangling in her curls, not pulling but holding, like he needed the anchor, his tail squeezing her neck in sync with her sucks, stars dancing in her vision from the light choke, making her pussy clench with naughty thrill. She sped up, vibe shocks intensifying, his tail fluffing wider, body arching as he came with a guttural roar, hot cum flooding her mouth, thick and musky with that furry tang, spilling over her lips as she swallowed greedily, milking every drop, her thoughts swirling: So much… tastes like wild heat, his roar shaking me to the core, his essence coating my throat like forbidden cream.

But his roar shifted, eyes glinting with aggressive fire, the killer surfacing as he flipped her over with surprising strength, his paws gripping her hips, claws pricking her skin just enough to send shivers of pain-pleasure through her. “My turn now, Gemma… Captain,” he growled, voice low and passionate, less nervous, more commanding, his tail wrapping around her neck like a soft, furry collar, tightening gently, the tip brushing her chin as he positioned her on her knees, ass up, pussy exposed and dripping.

“You tease me like that… now I’ll fuck you senseless…Captain,” he whispered, emotion raw in his tone, a mix of gratitude and hunger, his cock still hard, sliding against her slick folds before thrusting in deep, stretching her walls with his girth, the furry base slapping her ass as he pounded hard, each thrust bottoming out, hitting her cervix with jolting force. “Fuuuuck, Anthony… “ Gemma gasped “yes, harder! Show me what you got!,” she moaned, “OOOOH UHH UUHHHH… C’MON!!!” She pushing back, her breasts bouncing, nipples scraping the floor, her cybernetic hand reaching back to shock his thigh, intensifying his roars, his tail squeezing her neck like a possessive hold, restricting her breath just enough to make stars dance in her vision, heightening every sensation—the velvet fur against her skin, his claws digging into her ass cheeks, spreading them wider as he fucked her relentlessly, his balls slapping her clit with wet smacks, juices squirting around his shaft.

His body pressed over hers, fur tickling her back, hot breath on her ear, “You feel so good… tight, so juicy and wet for me, Captain… Gemma,” he panted, emotion flooding—loneliness from his lost crew giving way to connection, his thrusts slowing to deep, grinding rolls, drawing out her cries, “Oh god, …Anthony, right there…  JESUS!.....OH MY….  GOD!!  …FUUUUUUCK!!,” until he roared again, cumming hard inside her,   flooding her pussy, spilling out as she climaxed with him, walls clenching, squirting onto his fur, their bodies shaking in shared passion, the furry tail loosening around her neck as they collapsed, breaths mingling, a fluffy afterglow wrapping them in emotional warmth.