Purrfect

By
Pannonfurr
&
Elia

From the author

Made by me (Pannonfurr) for Statik’s contest. This is my first

writing. I am not a writer so be gentle. It has some adult
content, and my English not perfect, because it is not my native
language. So, sorry about the syntax errors! M’raava is mine,
Mocha is for Statik and K'sita belongs to Elia.

From the editors

We've made some changes to the original story, making it fit with
the rest of M'raava's universe. Because of that some parts were
rewritten. However, were possible we tried to maintain as much of
the original as possible.

Elia.

***

Mocha stood in a wast and almost empty hangar, wondering why the
hell the studio’s head sent her here. It was a military
installation for goddess’s sake! Also her assigned MP Ensign
escort gave her the creeps! Well, the male was fine, but as a
soldier.. Brrr! Human warfare was against her kinds taste. She
couldn't imagine how humans survived all those years without
wiping themselves off from the face of Earth. As for the
S'hestirs, they were peaceful. The aliens - the Glonk - brought
them here from their medieval, matriarchal homeworld when they
sucked it dry. They were intended as future slaves when the
Glonks got rid the Earth of humans. However humans fought back -
something that Glonks have yet to experience - and they fought
with all their might. Yet the final blow came from the inside.
The feline people sabotaged some some of the ships, rendering
them defenseless or simply making them crash into earth or moon.
Humans took the opportunity, the weaken enemy fell and by some
miracle her people survived. She was a third generation of her
kind here, born and raised on earth, fully integrated into
society. She yawned, all of that happened many years ago, too
many to trouble her head. for her all of this was boring.
Especially standing in the middle of that damn old, stinky
hangar, waiting for goddess know what.

They recently rented it from the Navy. Her boss said it was a
perfect location for a second studio of their quickly developing
porn company. Yep, porn was her business and this building was
going to be her new working place but currently it was dark and
empty. Almost empty. One thing, a 35 tons of a thing, still
occupied a large space in the northern corner.

A battlemech. Old, unarmed, training unit. However it was still

an actual mecha so the MPs had to stay until it's removal and
what's worse, she had to wait for it. To top it off, there was
also the matter of handling all those formalities at the local
MP's office which basically meant another appointment with that
middle aged MP representative. He had short receding hair, bear
like posture and a look of a - slightly overweighted - drill
sergeant. And not just the look, the attitude... Urgh!

"Is it really so serious? So many soldiers in the local garrison

and nobody can handle this whatever walking thingie?" She asked
irritated, her tail swishing vigorously from side to side. Her
boss said it will be an easy job but again, she was a porn
actress, not a secretary.

"I assure you miss, it is. Military equipment must be handle with
great care, especially weapons miss. It would be too dangerous to
allow untrained personnel operate it. We will start as soon as
the mech pilot arrives."

"Then why is is taking so freaking dam long? Somebody at the base

can surely drive that ting!"

"Please understand miss we don't have enough pilots available.

There are major defense-war-games at the outer space colonies."
He frowned looking at the old mecha.

"And definitely not for this old lady. Older ones require pilots
with a specialized service license to even start the engine.
However rest assured miss, we are prepared." He pointed at the
doors where a pickup truck was standing, loaded with some fancy
equipment and cables running all around it. A bored looking man
stood leaning against it, yawning. She felt some sympathy.

"It's an APA car. It can kick start any mecha, plane, shuttle or
any other mobile equipment if needs arise. It will go swiftly."
he explained.

"Swiftly?! I’m here already for two days, wasting my company's

money. They told me it will be just under a day and this is the
second one. Yesterday not a single pilot showed up and we stood
here - just like this - for hours until they told us no one's
coming!" She hissed frustrated. The Ensign ignored her, a message
came through his headset.

"Good news miss! The car should arrive by eleven hundred hours
with an officer who will move this baby to the carrier."

"Oh a whole officer?! Oh joy!" She said in dire sarcasm. The man
thrown her a sharp look, suddenly her eyes found something very
interesting on the ceiling as if trying to escape his gaze.

One day earlier.

It was definitely a beautiful day on the moon base - where a day

takes about 29 Earth days - because it was the last day of duty
before her leave. M’raava finished packing her things to a large
sport bag, when the intercom beeped.

"M’raava here" she spoke pressing the mic switch.

"Ma’am, the base commander wishes to see you ASAP." Capt. Alex
Drummnot - the chief's right hand - announced in his emotionless
voice.

"Will be right there!" She replied.

Why the chief? He rarely called her, she did her job well. There
wasn't anything he could want of her, unless... Her ears dropped.
Last time he assigned her a reporter to babysit, as if the cadets
weren't enough. That was the time when she got her nickname
"Nanny" witch magically appeared on her mech’s cockpit some days
later. She left it there because repainting the whole mecha was a
pain in the ass and because she didn't really bother. Cadets
dubbed her nanny years ago and referred to her as such whenever
they thought they got out of her earshot. Besides, she smiled,
those three will remember their lesson. She gave them a little
peep talk about the proper use of epoxy paint and a brief
demonstration of improper use of brushes. Three big paint brushes
with very uncomfortably long and thick handles... They marched
out of her office rather pale, in a strange wobbly gait, with
their legs wide apart.

She strolled across the maze of the base’s admin department and
walked into the chief’s aide office.

"Ah, Col. M’raava. Chief awaits you, go in." he greeted her

without even looking up from some papers.

"Thanks captain." She opened the door. Inside, a fifty eight

years old, thin bold man sat in a boss-like chair, hidden behind
a large desk.

"Reporting sir!" She saluted. His gaze, as always, piercing the

visitor.

"Lt. Colonel. Welcome and be seated."He spoke and contrary to his

looks, his voice was very warm.

"Getting ready for the leave I see?" He browsed through some

papers, M'raava caught a glimpse of the blue, leave request form
she had printed this morning. Ow crap, ow crap! Her tail swished.
Female s'hestirs in service were entitled to an additional one
week on demand leave for her and her designated mate. All it took
was a properly filled H347 form, med examination results and her
mate consent. All of with she included and right now, her request
was the only thing currently occupying the chief's desk. He put
away Jean's medical report - it obviously stated M'raava might go
heat-insane any moment - and picked up Arpad consent.

"Yes sir. Sir is anything wrong with my request?" He smiled

leaning back in his chair, it was a question he was waiting for.

"No of course not. It's perfectly fine colonel. All it needs is

my signature and you'll be free to go..."M'raava relaxed a bit,
those were fake. Jean happily stamped whatever they asked just to
get rid of them.

"But before you go, I'd like if you would consider doing me a
little favor. I called you here colonel because I have an extra
task for you. As I said, it's not an order, just a favor. And
quite a profitable one I think. You will receive two more days to
your leave, one for the deed and second a bonus. I suppose you
want to spend as much free time with your new mate as possible."
He winked at her.

"I was young too you know" he smiled like an alligator, She
shuddered.

"What will it be sir?" M'raava asked already knowing she's gonna

regreat it. The whole thing stank from the beginning, exactly
like the last time.
"Tell me, are you familiar with the old Marabu I/C unit?"

"Yes sir, after my graduation I operated one of those for about a

year. It was quite brief experience, a new model came into
service and those units were decommissioned. "

"Good. You see the thing is, MPs found one of those tucked in a
supposedly empty warehouse that was being converted for civil
use. It's located east of Marabi base, near your home town.
Trouble is the mecha's parked in a way that somebody has to walk
it out and the greenhorns left there don't even know what it is.
All the veterans are playing hide and seek at the outer zone
war-games, you're probably the only person within five light
years with a license for this old tincan." War-games... Her
insides cramped in terror as he referred to it. It was more than
ten years ago but she still could feel it, the agonizing pain in
her left arm. The memory was still fresh, a memory of her last
combat mission. A mission when her arm was so badly injured.

She spent months in a recovery tank, floating in jell-o. After

that the military medical board decided she wasn't so superb any
more. She was promoted and put to second line as the mecha flight
instructor of the Naval Academy at the Moon training base. All it
took was just a second, a blink of an eye. A rocket blasted off
her mecha's left arm while the neurofeedback cooked her radial
nerve, getting her stuck in that dull moon base with all those
annoying cadets. Oh how much she envied those at the war games,
lucky bastards.

"It's not clear how it got there, somehow the surplus commission
left it there. Either somebody screwed it or maybe because they
thought it was the easier way, shove it under the carpet. And you
know how it is, it wasn’t a problem until somebody took the
carpet and the shit gushed out. Now I ask you: will you do it for
me? The higher ups are kicking my butt, they know I have pilots
and they want it dealt with before the press blows out another
scandal. And unfortunately it has our reg numbers, It was ours. I
can’t avoid dealing with it." He explained. M'raava's ears
dropped, she knew where it was going.

"Better yet! You can’t avoid dealing with it." He added smiling.

"Sir, yes sir." She surrendered. There is a saying in military,

Can’t screw an order ’cause it will multiply, she told herself.

Present day

The golden sun of the so called Indian summer found her on the
military spaceport nearest to the city. One day for the job and
one extra, just like he said. M'raava sighed, additional day off
wasn't something she would disapprove of but she wasn't entirely
happy either. The task seemed simple, painfully simple and that
troubled her. From her experience, she knew that simple things
had a nasty habit of suddenly becoming overly complex and
difficult. Well, too late for second thoughts. She shrugged and
zipped up her standard, blue work jumpsuit and hurried off to the
Navy’s local representative.

***

Mocha checked her watch again and again until the car finally
showed up in a distance. A mech pilot, a real expert officer, the
MP said. Probably some uniformed testosterone-bomb will get out,
she wondered. However her guess came only half true. Indeed the
pilot was wearing a uniform or at least something similar but -
what surprised her - "he" turned out to be a "she". So there were
female pilots and... A s'hestir, one of her kind?! She would
never imagine something like this! Well, It was known that some
of them enlisted but to actually meet one? That's quite a
different story. Mocha eagerly studied the female, her common
patternless tawny fur was not too interesting however, the blond
hair, blue eyes and darker tail flag was a very rare northern
combination. Most of her kind was either a southern or western
type from their original home planet.

Mocha blinked, while she watched her, this unique northern female
stopped and saluted. At her?! She felt it a little weird, what
should she do? She was about to open her mouth when she saw in
the corner of her eye, that the MP returned her salute in a quiet
rigid fashion. So it was for him? She thought, waiting until this
little ceremony ended, than said.

"Hello! My name is Mocha, I’m the studio's representative." And

presented her paw with palm down as her people usually do among
each other. But instead of touching the extended palm with her
own, the other female just shook it in a human way. Mocha's ears
flickered, she could fell the strangers eyes sizing her up and
down. She could see the pilot wasn't expecting another felinoid
here but, something was strange. It felt as if a male was
checking her out, evaluating. Her body instinctively took a more
provocative pose. Heck, at least I'll get a good mark. I always
do. She was proud of her silky, dark brown hair, light, creamy
brown pelt and her ample figure. Her tight, white shirt and red
skirt magnified the wow effect.

"I’m lieutenant colonel M’raava Shigesheti from the Naval

Academy." She said after a little hesitation. So we are formal
aren't we? Mocha thought but she sensed, the other was just as
surprised.

"So ladies, might we do what we're here for?" the man said
awkwardly.

"Look sir, my employer is a very busy person. He will be here to

sign the papers in your office when everything is set and that is
the only reason why I'm here." Mocha replied, pointing at the
large chunk or armored steel, resting in the corner.

"The mech is the only hindrance that left?" The uniformed female
asked in annoyed tone.

"Yes ma’am." The Ensign replied quickly.

"And that pickup is supposed to be the APA set?"

"Yes ma’am." Once again was his answer.

"Then get them working. The sooner I park this junk, the sooner I
can leave." Wow, what an attitude. Mocha stared at the stranger,
stared bit too openly.

"If you have any questions just ask me but try not to get in my
way, I have other things to attend." Bit startled, Mocha was left
alone in the middle of the empty warehouse. Now what?! She
thought, She was an outsider after all wasn’t she? M’raava went
to talk with the driver of the APA car and the man bowed and
hurried away. Not much of a loss, his company wasn't something
she would miss but that girl... Intrigued, she went closer and
observed.

The military kitty circled the old mecha standing in the corner,
a forsaken monument of old technology hidden under veil of thick,
almost sentient dust.

"At least they could clean it a bit!" she lamented loudly and
added something under her whiskers that even Mocha's ears could
not pick up.

"And i just groomed myself..." She uttered then climbed it in

such a swift way as if there was a hidden ladder.

"Dear lord..." She sighed fiddling with some rusted instrument on

the bottom of the cockpit. Something snapped and a tiny crack
showed up in the upper torso. Apparently it was enough, she
hooked her hand under the canopy door and lifted it with a laud
screech.

Mocha walked over to the leg of the monster, she was close enough
to hear M’raava's muttering something about zero maintenance and
some senseless monkeys. Dust flew up from the canopy when she
settled herself in the seat and produced a key from one of her
suite’s many pockets. She inserted the key in it's socket and
turned couple times but nothing happened.

"Will need external power and a diag machine" she shouted at the
driver of the APA car. The soldier in the overall attached a
cable to the power connector, hidden on the lower part of the
mech's torso, then fired up the car’s engine, cranking up the
generator.

"Got it, it's eating the Watts." He said and tossed a brick like
thing to the pilot. She fiddled with it a little.

"The on-board CPU seems to work but I cannot get a start

sequence. Also this diag's not working, can’t contact with the
main computer at any port or protocol. Not even in the manual
mode. Damn it!" She hit the main control board.

"This diag's a new one, I need a converter cable do I?" She

shouted back to the technician.

"Yep" was his answer. Mocha saw she climb down with the brick, it
turned out to be a massive hand-held device.

"I will try it on the external port" She said and opened another
hidden plate on the bottom side of the mech's torso, then plugged
the wire in the socket behind it.

"Yes! At least the diag works from here, so it must be the

internal wiring." she said to herself. On a black screen white
letters said select diag frame and under this a bunch of icons
glowed. She keyed madly fast humming and hissing from time to
time whenever the box popped out errors or returned no output.

"It's charging the starter in fast mode." The tech said and
looked over to the diag box, soon the air was filled with
technical gobbledygook. Like some wizards of a secret cast, doing
something only they could understand, they gathered around the
box. Forgotten and terribly bored, Mocha yawned flashing her
fangs.

"At least you have something to toy with." She said annoyed.

"Yes, and you're blocking the light. There is no power here for
the main lights so get yourself useful and hold this torch."She
handed her a pocket torch.

"Your welcome!"Mocha said, and took it.

"Then please light the back of this baby and he will attach
thydro-fuel cell connector to the inlet" M’raava's tone seemed a
little bit more friendly. The technician pulled a wide hose to
the back of the mech so she followed him with the torch. It took
an hour to power up and prepare the mecha however, the old
machine had something else than starting in mind. They run
through maintenance logs again and again, but found nothing. Even
Mocha peeked at the screen trying to decipher something from rows
and columns packed with numbers and other gibberish.
Unfortunately, nothing helped. After two hours M’raava seemed to
be a little irritated. After seven more she was mad. Mocha jumped
off from her path, she could smell the anger boiling off that
feline.

She called the mech a junk, a tincan, an old bag, a very stubborn
pile of shit and many, many more less then friendly names. She
kicked it, She begged it, but nothing helped. She finally
scowled, wenting her frustration. Better not to be anywhere near
her now. Mocha thought and walked away, the other technician had
a similar idea.

Without anything better to do Mocha settled herself on a pile of

some military boxes and from a safer distance, watched the female
pilot circled around the mecha. She prod it here and there,
connecting cables here and disconnecting there, giving it a punch
or a kick every time her efforts failed. She was doing about two
hundred and thirty second round around the setup when her nerves
broke, she roared and aimed a furious kick at the first thing she
saw. The unlucky, head size, cardboard box loomed over the
terrified technician and crash-landed , spilling it's contest.
Some papers, a ball of tangled circuits and a strange plastic
container made it all the way up to where Mocha was sitting.

"Yuuuk!"She pushed the papers away with her leg, they looked old
and stank terribly. That was a mistake, the sudden movement
stirred the dust filling the air with even more stench. Urgh!
Covering her nose Mocha stood up, sitting near those papers was
out of question. Hugh? Her shoe accidentally poke the plastic
box. Mocha studied it, it looked important. Well at least who
would bother storing something in a protective plastic casing and
sealing it in a hermetic PVC bag, if it wasn't important. She
took it to the very sad looking officer who dropped on a steel
crate and buried her head in her palms, muttering under her
whiskers.

"I knew it, i knew it! It was too fucking easy! Why this shit
just keep on happening! Oh, goddess… " Mocha shook her head in
distaste, it was a sorry view.

"Say, what is this? It looks important." She asked innocently

holding the sealed box on her open palm. The colonel’s eyes
widened in disbelieve, She snatched the box from her hand and
ripped it open. There was only a single item inside, a three
centimeters long, pencil wide, metal cylinder.

"A secu! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She yelled and planted a

sudden lick on her face.

"What's a secu?" Baffled, Mocha asked rubbing her wet cheek. The
technician gave her a puzzled looked then shrugged his shoulders.
In unison they stared at the pilot.

"You know, back then when a pilot wanted to safeguard his mech
from unprivileged use, he could get a permission from the command
- if the mech was dedicated for that pilot and only for him - to
install a device like this. It looks like one is installed
here..." Holding the secu in her teeth M'raava climbed back into
the cockpit.

"And?" Mocha asked, it felt like something escaped her.

"It is like an immobilizer sweetie, you pull it out and your

mecha's turn into giant heap of unmovable junk. Though, It should
show up on diag but it didn't. Probably because there was so many
modification from factory defaults. We could spend a month here,
putting this mecha apart and rebuilding it piece by piece and we
wouldn't find it. It's impossible to discover if you do not know
what you're looking for. The mecha would simply continue
producing various and parallel system malfunctions, even when
everything seems to be OK." She finally found the hidden slot and
yanked off the covering plate.

"And inside the package you found was a spare unit, put into safe
keeping every time a secu was installed. Standard
regulations."She continued and hastily pushed the secu into its
socket then jumped to the floor and grabbed the diagnostic
machine. Mocha chuckled, the feline soldier trembled with
anticipation while her paws keyed in various sequences at an
incredible speed. It made her look like a mad pianist. Suddenly
the battlemech’s lights fired up filing the dark space with
blinding brightness. Inside of the cockpit, controls glowed like
a Christmas tree.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, it was a success, even Mocha felt excited

about it. Finally I can go home tomorrow, she thought.

Back in the cockpit M’raava keyed in the code for ignition and
because her fingerprint was encoded five minutes ago, she pressed
her right index paw to the sensor. It beeped and in response she
flipped a switch hidden under a yellow and red protective lid.
There was no roar nor any loud boom, rather a sharp hiss and
monotone, low buzzing.

"It's alive!" She yelled with her arms thrown in the air.

"You can disconnect everything sergeant-major, the computer

should let me fly this baby!" And it did so. Now Mocha could see
how big was this thing. Before it was just in a crouching
position but now, it towered above them on it’s two bird-like
legs with the mecha's head inches away from the warehouse roof.
She was stunned, she had never before seen something like this.

"Will ya go from the action radius?!" M’raava’s voice boomed from

the mecha's loudspeaker.

"Get lost from your way?" Mocha yelled back.

"Exactly dear. It could ruin your night if I step on you with
this little babe" Was the loud answer. Oh so now it's a "babe",
not a "tincan" A? Mocha wondered moving away from the meha's
path.

***

Saa, the old ones. They don't build them like this any more. No
fancy neuralfeedback, no annoying AI, no self-sustain matrix.
Just you and the machine. Nostalgic. M'raava smiled, back in the
old days you had to feel the controls. You had to work your head
real hard, there was no such thing like remote perception. You
had to imagine where the heck your mecha's leg was before it
squashed somebody's car. Without any problem, she made few laps
around the hangar. Full gravity, full joy, she thought. She
forgot how fun driving those toys was. Somewhat sad, she climbed
the carrier truck and killed the power. With a laud clung, giant
steel arms automatically secured the mecha onto the truck.

"Take care..." Giving a final pat to the controls She climbed out
of the cockpit, the MP einsekg was already waiting for her,
holding a bunch of forms to sing in. Joy, oh joy...

***

"I see they can do something fast at least."Mocha watched the

soldiers packing up what left of the military equipment. After
they got rid of the mecha, it went fast. Really fast. The MP's
did one final check of the warehouse and bid them goodbye,
leaving Mocha with tons of papers and transfer forms, topped with
a giant keychain of rusting keys.

"Yep, Like they were chased by a hivefull of bees." M’raava

laughed, they really worked as if their butts were on fire. She
could see the imaginary smoke coming out of their pants.

"We're done ladies. If there's nothing else to do, I'm to drive

you back to the city. Unless you wanna wait for a taxi?" The
technician gestured towards his APA car.

"Thank you, it should be fine. I hope we can all fit in?" M'raava
studied the car, it had no passenger compartment.

"It has a three-seat bench in the cabin, it should be just

enough." He answered.

The APA car turned out more spacious then they hoped for, buckled
up in the seats, they started out towards the city.

"Craaaap. I'm soooo in need of a wash up..." M'raava hissed

trying to brush out some dust from her face. Unfortunately that
futile attempt left the three of them sneezing their guts out.

"Ma'am if you please... refrain from doing that again." The

driver coughed out, lowering his window a bit. Especially not
while we're going eighty miles per hour on a speed way and I
can't see a fuck through that dust. He thought to himself.
M'raava sighed and gave up.

"Fine, fine. Just drop me out at the nearest hotel. It's almost
midnight, I'm hungry, tired and I fell like a damn dust sweeper."
She pat her knees, raising another cloud of dust. The technician
scratched his head and frowned.

"Might be a bit tricky colonel, the city's packed because of the

festival. Everything's probably booked out." He was quite right,
Mocha remembered how hard it was for her, getting a decent room
in all this festive madness.

"You can stay the night with me if you want M'raava." The
northern feline gave her a strange look. Ooops.

"Erm, I'm sorry... em... Colonel. I'm not really on par with all
that military naming. Can I call you M'raava?" She was a stranger
anyway.

"Please do, I don't mind. It was just strange to hear my name

spoken properly, most of the time people twist the accent."
Colonels blue eyes studied her.

"Mocha was it?" She asked, her smile was inviting.

"About that room you mentioned, if it's not a trouble..."

"Oh, not at all! It's already been paid for and there are two
beds, breakfast included. It was reserved for me and my boss but
something came up and he send me alone instead. It's a five star,
well four and a half, one bathroom is broken but still it would
be a shame to waste it." She produced a golden card from her
purse.

"Well in that case, I have to accept it. Thank you!" She bowed
drowning the cabin in a white cloud.

It was a warm night, warm and peaceful. The Herlington's porter

sat lonely in his booth, he liked such nights. They gave time to
read. He stretched on his chair, one more chapter left. He'll go
grab some... He froze. He has witnessed much in his short
internship period but what he saw now was probably one of the
weirdest scenes he has seen happening in front of that hotel’s
doors. An olive green military pickup drove up to the door and in
a white cloud, vomited a rare trio to the pavement next to it. A
military mechanic and two feline ladies. One a civilian and the
other a soldier. The last one exotic enough on it's own. Since
when do s'hestirs enlist? Perplexed, he watch them unpack.

"It was a pleasure to meet with you. Ma'am, Miss." He saluted

then quickly hauled himself back to the car and left. As for the
felines, they strolled past the reception, straight to the
elevator, sprinkling the hall with fine dust. On the seventh
floor Mocha located her room and pressed her keycard near the
lock. The doors opened.

"After you colonel."She spoke.

"Thanks."M’raava entered the suite.

"The shower is to the right, next to the bathtub. I suggest you

use it first..."

"Gee, thanks. " M'raava snorted and sneezed, sending another

cloud of dust off her fur. Trying to wave off the dust Mocha
continued.

"Also the shower has a built in, rotating furdryer."

"Mmm, High tech indeed." The feline chittered.

"Well, hoop in. I'll bring you a bathrobe and a towel."

"Thank you but I prefer to use mine." she pulled out a horrible
Hello Kitty bathrobe and a deep red towel from her bag.

"What is this pattern on the towel?" Mocha nodded at the golden

patchwork enriched by two silver stars and M'raava's name.

"This is my shoulder mark rank insignia. The golden pattern means

field-officer and the two stars are indicating the rank of lt.
colonel. It's a gift from a friend." She explained.

"Nice. Now, get in ma’am ’cause I want a shower too!"Smiling, she

shoved her into the bathroom.

***

Water, hot running water. M'raava stood in a steady stream of hot

watter sipping in the warmth and waiting till the dark gray
puddle around her ankles will turn into a proper, clear color.
One thing to hate about fur was that it made you into a live dust
sweeper. She reached for the fur shampoo and rubbed herself. Soon
she disappeared under a thick layer of foam, in your face
hairless apes! At least I have built in sponge! She chittered.
Hot shower always buffed up her mood. Now all she needed was some
company, some care from Arpad or from K'sita at least or maybe,
from both of them at the same time? She smirked, wondering if
that' even possible? Maybe... Hmm, strange. That Mocha girl, she
kind of reminds me of K'sita, She thought to herself. He smile,
the way she moves, even her smell. Strange. Maybe they use the
same brand of perfumes? It puzzled. Wonder if she would be as
good as K'sita. Suddenly she felt a familiar tingling between her
legs. Mmm, she’s such a pro!

"Are you finished?" Mocha asked, scratching on the door..

"Yes." M’raava replied, carefully brushing her fur. The high-tech

dryer built into the shower, dried her up almost instantly
however it also puffed out her fur.

"Ok then. It is my turn." Mocha, naked as much as her kind can

be, let herself into the bathroom.

"Oh, the soldier kitty has a nice body. You look much better
without all that dust." Mocha gave her a quick stare on her way
to the shower.

"Thanks" And body is almost the same as K’sita. Damn! that must
be a boob job! It's just impossible. She thought, bit jealous.
Nature gave her nicely curved body and beautiful breasts however,
she could not compete with a size like those she just saw. Well
almost no S'hestir lady could. She warped herself in her hello
kitty robe and walked out, leaving the other girl alone. In the
living room, she pulled out room her bag a navy-blue night robe.
It was a more modest model of the other one she brought as a
surprise for her boyfriend. She slipped into it then sat on the
bed and turned on the large TV, waiting for her host.

There was nothing on except for the late night news, showing off
what happened during the day. It was a strangely peaceful day
with nothing much to report. At least nothing that would interest
her. Bored, She skipped through the channels and settled by a
music TV. Her stomach growled, suddenly she felt very hungry.
Crap, I've not eaten even ate a mouse because of that junk. She
winced rubbing her belly, it was demanding attention, she was
really hungry. She grabbed her bag and fished out some packets
from it.

"Ahh, I needed it" Mocha entered the room smiling in ecstasy and
dropped on the sofa. Her freshly dried and ungroomed fur puffed
out in all directions.

"What's that?"She asked after she saw a strange plastic packet in

the colonel’s hands. M'raava smiled and ripped off the top from
the packet she held then pulled at the cord hanging out from it's
bottom. The packet made a suspicious boink sound and soon after,
little puffs of steam started emerging from inside.

"One of the MREs I took from the base."

"Food?" Mocha's nostrils flared, sucking in the scent. As all of

her kind, her nose was like a sensitive smell radar. Maybe not as
sensitive as the bloodhound's or a feral cat’s, but still much
better then human.

"Yes, military rations. Meals Rejected by Everyone. Oh, I'm

joking, I'm joking! Don't look at me like that. Those are Meals
Ready to Eat and that joke was from the time before they actually
learned to make them taste good. Some people say that eating
cardboard boxes seemed more appealing then eating those.
Thankfully now they can be surprisingly good." The other
answered.

"You know we could order some proper food, do you?"

"At this hour? They would probably feed us with some

leftovers."M'raava shook her head and added.

"Try it, you might like it besides, I have to eat it anyway.

They'll expire after two more days, it would be a waste not to
eat those." Skeptic, Mocha took another whiff, the ration smelled
appetizing.

"What do you have?"

"Swedish meatballs, kötbullar." M’raava reed the label, Mocha

frowned.

"Well there's plenty more to choose from. Suit yourself." She

nodded at her bag. Intrigued, Mocha walked over and sorted
through the silver packs.

"Chicken curry! I like it." Excited, she pulled out a silvery

ration.

"So, ho do you eat it? We cook it or something?"She asked.

"They have self warming feature, just follow the instructions."

"Instructions?" Mocha turned the rations in her paws. On the

other side, there was a short instruction, completed by a picture
of each step.
"Remove the top" She ripped it along the open here line.

"Checked. Pull the release cord." She pulled the string dangling
from the bottom. Again it made that strange boink sound.

"Checked. WARNING, may become excessively hot. Hold only in the

designated area. When the marker turns red, the meal is ready.
Enjoy." She quickly moved her paws to the safe zone, marked by
gren stripes and encouraging, hold here sign. After about tree
minutes it was steaming and ready. Mocha put it down on the table
and peeked inside.

"Looks nice" she said.

"And tastes nice. Here, take this." M’raava smiled and tossed her
a military set of spoon, fork, knife, can and bottle opener, all
neatly combined and contained in a stainless steel handle. A
practical military design.

"Interesting gadget, how do you call it?"

"A spoon-machine. It's field soldier's standard issued

equipment."

"Oh, so you're a field soldier?"Mocha asked and tilt her head,

swallowing a large chunk of meat.

"Was." M'raava's voice was filled with sadness.

"How so?" The other girl asked than put some food in her mouth.
Chewing, she stared at the officer, her eyes asking the silent
question. M'raava sighed, lovering her ears. She often avoided
recalling those events however, for some strange reason, she told
her about the last combat flight she made, the hospital where she
spend almost a year and her current, Academy career.

"I pulled a go back to the start card in this game." She

concluded.

"Why? Watching the young ones is an honor among our people."

Mocha said in a reassuring tone.

"Oh, it would be if it wasn't so dull and if all those cadets

could muster some respect, they're annoying as hell. Well yes, it
has some advantages, no one wanna kill you. At least not
deliberately. Also, if you're lucky, you can bring real talents
out to the light." She smirked.

"Yes it could be fun at times and every once in a while, I can

ride a mecha from the armored ARM division. I think,to some
degree, it compensate for all that damn paperwork going through
my office."

"It is so important? That army stuff and all?"

"It's all what I ever wanted to do since the end of the high
school. It's something I cannot express, you just have to feel
it. Most people don't. My mother is still mad about it ever since
I enlisted. She says, warfare is against our nature. I don't
know, I do not feel that way. I may be a freak, an exception that
proves the rule." She smiled.

"Well, enough of me. Let's talk about you. What do you do for the
living?" She asked the other girl.

"I'm an actress, we make movies. Though, lately the boss uses me

more as a dogsbody." she replied.

"What kind of films do you make? Anything fancy? Maybe I've seen
you somewhere?"

"Well... we make triple X movies. Adult stuff." Was the little

embarrassed answer.

"Porn?" M’raava asked bluntly.

"To put it simple? Yes, porn. Is there something wrong with

that?" Mocha's tone was little edgy, she knew some people did not
take well her occupation.

"No, nothing at all. I don't mind if that's what you're asking.

In fact one of my friends works in... well, lets call it
entertaining."

"What's she doing?"

"K’sita? She's sort of an escort. She sells her company but

sometimes she may offer something, more." She answered and kicked
herself mentally in the butt for saying her name.

"K’sita?! The girl with the science degree? I know that expensive
pelt!" Mocha yelled in surprise.

"How?" M’raava asked.

"Sometimes she's accompanying my boss, they're an old friends I

think. And there's a rumor about her acting in a porn movie in
the past."

"Huh? She never told me. Well, after I enlisted we haven’t had
much occasions to keep in touch..." The marine said.

"I have a bottle of wine from yesterday, are you interested?" The
actress changed the subject.

"Why not? I’m on leave. I can be a bad girl." M'raava gladly

welcomed the wine, it made the conversation easier again. They
spend another hour chatting, mostly small talks. However the
subject slowly but steadily drifted towards more and more private
matters, the wine turned out stronger than expected. Tipsy, they
dwelt back into the matter.

"I heard that K’sita girl isn’t cheap, quite a luxury one." Mocha
said with a silly face.

"Than - hiccup - I spared a lot." M’raava replied, toying with

her glass.

"Really? Did you…" Mocha licked the air in a very suggestive

manner.

"Yep! Oh, this wine is a truth serum, I've should not talk this
much.."M’raava smiled broadly, taking another sip.

"You know, you licked my face in the hangar."Mocha added

playfully.
"Sorry ’bout that." she dropped her ear.

"Actually, it was nice. I think could use another..."

"Like this?" M'raava licked her neck with more courage.

"Tee-hee, this is embarrassing. I don't have much experience with

females." But the wine helped, she leaned forward, submitting to
the pleasure. M'raava smiled and licked her face tenderly, slowly
moving towards the nape of her neck while at the same time her
hand traveled to the actress's back.

"Oh" Mocha gasped and arced her back, pushing her breast against
her companion. Her hands brushed through M’raava’s fur, stroking
her back. M'raava's excited scent instantly flooded their room.

"What a horny little kitty!" Mocha gasped into her ear.

"Not getting enough on the Moon are we? Is your mate neglecting
you?"

"No, nothing of the kind. He's a wonderful person but on that

damn base you can only steal some little time for a quickie in an
empty service dock or unused rooms. And if we're lucky, we can
have some time off in our private cabins, the only places witch
aren’t stuffed with those darn cameras. And there are those high
security measures also... Blah. Also, he's from another
department, so hard to synchronize... Oh, lower please!"She
yelped when Mocha’s tongue traversed her neck.

"This is why we took this leave together, He will wait for me in

the center tomorrow - she glanced at the digital wall clock and
corrected herself - today at ten, at the Victoria statue." She
continued however Mocha had something else in mind.

"Too much blah-blah" She said and licked M’raava on the muzzle,
then pressed her tongue deep inside it. Surprised at first, the
tawny female returned the kiss and soon their tongues danced
together. Finally Mocha broke the kiss.

"Lets see what that K’sita girl taught you." She said and laid
down, spreading her legs apart, exposing her private garden.

"You will see dear, but first..." M’raava whispered and with one
pull, she removed the actress towel and tossed it on the ground.
Seconds later, her blue robe followed it.

"So?" Mocha asked, wriggling her rump.

"Oh you inpatient female!" M’raava hissed and turned to lap at

the brown female’s groin as they laid on their sides. Her
nostrils were instantly filled with a familiar, heavy scent. She
inhaled, closing her eyes. It was instant, the female hormones
kicked off all those subtle changes in her brain. Normally she
wouldn't be affected but some previous encounters thought her
body how to respond. The effects were not as strong as a male
would experience however it was enough to make the mood. Feeling
ready, She demanded.

"Do the same for me, will you?" The actress eagerly grabbed her
tail, just at the base, and started licking her with long, well
aimed strokes. She was a master of this art, her tongue worked in
a fashion M'raava felt only once before. Up to this day only
K'sita licked her like that. She did not know how long she would
last this way.

"Wait!" Mocha gasped, wrapping herself around the other girl’s

body and shifting their pose. Now resting atop her new friend,
Mocha continued, forcing the feline trapped beneath her to do the
same. Soon, almost the same time, they climaxed, their bodies
entwined together. After it they just laid there with their heads
resting next to each other.

"That was a fun" Mocha exhaled.

"We could use a tongue like yours, what do you say about a second
job?" She asked .

"Military code is strictly against this kind of job. The ethical

commission would chew me up then spit out what's left, making an
example of me. Thanks but no! The Navy and Arpad are enough for
me anyway." She replied smiling back. "It was just a joke!
Besides, they're not into amateurs. Might I ask who is this Arpad
guy? Sounds like a human." Mocha nipped her ear.

"Well because he is. I’m the only kitty on the base. He is a

colonel in the internal security department and he's like a
bear."

Mocha stared at her.

"Big, strong and dangerous but if you treat him well, he turns
into a warm and cuddly teddy." She explained, than continued.

"Half a year ago I would never imagine it but as it seems,

there's lots of successful, mixed pairs. Even one of my own
little brother’s three wifes is a human."

"Do not get me wrong, I have nothing against it. I "worked" with
some human males, they have some incredible stamina." Mocha said
smiling at the memory.

"But this whole sweating thing, a little interfering at best.

Maybe if..."She yelped when M’raava suddenly nipped her neck,
silencing her.

"Still in the mood?"

"Yessss!" The other hissed back.

"That's good 'cause I'm nowhere near done!"Mocha's paws suddenly

assaulted the soldiers clit and rubbed it vigorously.

"In that case.... we... we better set the alarm ..."She suggested
breathing heavily, another wave of pleasure rapidly exploded
inside her.

"Sah! Baaad cat! Bad cat! You know I have a mate to catch today
while you have a meeting with your boss and it's well half past
one already. I'll go set the clock."

"Oh, the ever soldier." Mocha mocked her, licking her paws clean.
M'raava quickly set the clock then, mimicking a drill sergeant,
marched towards the actress and roared.
"Attention recruit! Pussy wide!"She commanded and leaned over.

"Yes ma’am!" Mocha gladly obeyed and spread her legs, exposing
her pussy, surrounded by mated and already wet pubic fur.
M'raava's grin suggested it's gonna be a long, long night.

***

The morning caught them huddled in each other's arms. Exhausted

yet happy. It seemed as if the alarm clock woke them just a
second after they closed their eyes. Still sleepy, they groomed
and dressed, helping each other.

"Huh? Not in the uniform?" On the way through the lobby Mocha
studied the northern feline. Instead of yesterday military
jumpsuit, she wore plain blue shirt and a long black trousers.

"Nope, not today. I gonna drop by my parents house and well, my

mom hates uniforms. I just don't wanna set her off again." She
sighed and shook her head, her mother was a typical peace loving
s'hestir.

"Hey! Lets exchange our numbers! That way we could arrange for
some fun if you're gonna be somewhere in the city. "Mocha
suggested, changing the subject.

"Ok, but I gotta warn you, it's just planetary use. Before you
call, mail me or make sure I'm not on the base. Interplanetary
phone calls are too darn expensive and there are some
restrictions put on the civilian phone network on the
base."M’raava said, pulling out her PDA, they exchanged contacts
data before the taxi arrived..

"If you'll ever fancy visiting my place, just call me up." With a
final nose-touch Mocha bid her goodbye. The tawny colonel smiled
and ave her a nod then closed the taxi doors. Mocha looked at the
departing cab until it was disappeared. That E-mail will be
useful someday, she told herself. Somehow she was sure about it.
Slowly, she walked back into the hotel, feeling glad, very glad.
She just felt herself so purrfect.

***

M’raava stood at the bottom of the large Victoria statue. An

attractive human female wearing a toga and holding a spear that
was set as a center piece of a large fountain. She have dropped
her bags at home and spend some time with her parents, trying to
accustom them to the thought of their daughter dating a human. Well
better make them ready before Arpad drop by to meet them... Her
ears flickered, that's gonna be something. Her mother was in
shock for the whole three days after last time... Sigh.

On the top of the church an old clock rang, announcing ten

o'clock. Her father lend her his car so she arrived ahead of
time. Quite an achievement after that night. She smiled to
herself and humming happily, she waited.

"Guess who!" Goddess know how but somebody was able to sneak
behind her sensitive ears and whispered, tickling her ear with
his warm breath. She turned instantly, just to look at the broad
male chest. Suddenly a kiss was planted on her temple, her fur
puffed out.
"You dozed a bit, wander what you've been dreamin of." The tall,
short haired human male said, watching her with his warm green
eyes.

"Honey!" M’raava yelled, and jumped in his arms.

"Relax whiskas, how was your travel?" Arpad asked.

"Just fine" She said and nipped his nose.

"And that little favor your commander asked, how did it go?"
M’raava stared at him.

"Don't look at me like that puss, it's my job. The general have
to inform our department about this kind of events too, even if
he's the president of the Academy. The Academy is just a part of
the Moon base and as such it fall under our jurisdiction."

"I know, it is about the "whiskas". Don’t call me like that,

APE!" She bite him.

"Basszus! Your teeth! Ok, point taken hon!" He answered and

kissed her on her forehead, then again on her lips.

"Well, At least we got one more day. I arranged for one more day
off with my CO when I've heard of your assignment. "

"Mmm, how thoughtful of you." M'raava chittered.

"So, how was that little mission of yours?" He asked again.

M’raava smirked, and planted a lick on his chin.

"It was just purrfect hon!"