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The Wanderers
Part 1
By David Farr

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	Cherat was one of the few successful small carrier pilot/owners 
running passengers to the homeworld. Her system hopper, the "Juran 
Wanderer" was a sleek and fast little vessel capable of making the trip 
from the colonies in only a week. Unfortunately it was a boring week, the 
Wanderer offered nothing in the way entertainment, unlike the large space 
liners. Thankfully the space liners typically took at least a fortnight, 
not including detours to other planets to pick up passengers. But that's 
what made Cherat's business profitable, they dealt in bulk, while she 
could offer speed.
	Of course she didn't only carry passengers. Small cargoes of 
perishable or seasonal goods were also profitable for small vessels.
	Cherat herself was Kyrran, a proud canine race descended from the 
wolves of the homeworld. Her pelt was white and grey and she had a noble 
bearing. Exercise and heavy work had left her with a firm physique that 
turned the heads of all races. Work had also played a part in keeping her 
from starting relationships other than the odd friendship. Like most 
spacers she favoured the jumpsuit as clothing. It was a single piece 
garement that fitted tight enough not to pose the danger of catching, 
while being not too revealing.
	She checked the passenger manifest. Four strangers, no wait, 
Loali, that was a familiar name. She looked at the custom data. A Tren, 
one of the foxes. Wait, now she remembered, Loali had been on board 
before. That Tren had seduced a married man whose wife was also onboard. 
Spending half a week with that particular mess boiling over had not been 
fun.
	A quick scan through the manifest showed that Loali wouldn't be up 
for a repeat performance. All four passengers were female, and none of 
them had indicated that they wanted to share a bed.
	Cherat settled in to wait for her passengers. The only down side 
to having only a few berths was that you couldn't threaten to leave 
without them. Thankfully she didn't have long to wait.
	A small Onara hurried across the hanger towards the Juran 
Wanderer, an anti-grav carrier packed with cases at the end of a tether. 
The Onara were descended from the skunks of the homeworld, and this girl, 
while on the small side, was a pretty example. Her clothes, a very 
conservative outfit, hid the patch of white fur on her belly and the 
stripe down her back. However her large bushy tail was held aloft behind 
her.
	She skidded to a stop before Cherat, unfortunately the carrier 
didn't and it immediately crashed into her back, sending her sprawling. 
	Cherat immediately bent down to help her up. "Are you okay?"
	The Onara looked up into the Kyrran's face. "I-I'm f-fine t-
thanks," the girl stuttered. "I-I'm sorry I'm late."
	Cherat smiled. "You'd be Tano then, huh. Don't worry about it, 
you're first to arrive anyway."
	Relief flooded Tano's face. "G-good."
	Cherat jabbed her finger over her shoulder at the Wanderer. "Just 
go up the ramp and down the central corridor, your rooms the last door on 
the right, marked Navigator."
	Tano nodded. "T-thank you ma'am." She recovered the tether and 
hurried past the Kyrran.
	"And be more careful with that carrier!" Cherat called to the 
retreating form. The cabin she'd assigned to the girl was the best of the 
passenger rooms. With the Wanderer it was first come first served.
	"Still caring for the wimps, eh Cherat?" a snide voice commented 
from behind her. Cherat turned slowly to find Loali standing there. The 
Tren was just as she remembered, her brown, orange and white fur 
immaculately kept and dressed in casual clothes tht left just enough to 
the imagination to enhance her sexuality. A single bag sat slung over one 
shoulder.
	"Hello, Loali. Wish I could say it was nice to see you again."
	"Awww, you're breaking my heart," she snorted. "Tell me, any cute 
guys onboard this time?"
	"Sorry, all female."
	"Damn," Loali cursed. "A whole week without company."
	Cherat shook her head. "Get yourself onboard. Any of the passenger 
cabins, 'cept the navigator's. That's taken already."
	Loali walked past the captain. "I tell you what, seeing as there 
are no men onboard, why don't you and I go for a roll on the bed some 
night."
	"Would you mind!"
	Loali laughed as she sauntered up the ramp.
	Cherat shook her head and returned to her waiting. The next 
passenger positively bounced her way across the hanger bay, an automatic 
carrier trailing along behind her. She was a Kitar, one of the small cute 
cat people. Her fur, like that of all her race, was a cream colour, with 
light grey (actually called lilac) highlights on her face, hands, ears 
and feet. This particular Kitar seemed even smaller and cuter than usual, 
a view enhanced by the pink dress she wore.
	"Hi, I'm Rai!" the girl announced happily, coming to a stop before 
Cherat. Unlike poor Tano, Rai had spent the extra money on a carrier that 
was self propelled and hovered a constant distance behind its owner.
	"I'm Cherat, your captain, you can go straight in, take any of the 
free cabins, they're marked."
	"Thanks!" Rai cried and bounced past her.
	Cherat watched the cute little girl make her way up the ramp. 
Hopefully Loali would keep her hands to herself.
	A glance at her watch showed that all this waiting had brought her 
most of the way up to her booked launch time. If her last passenger 
didn't arrive it would be some a while before they'd take off.
	"Excuse me."
	Cherat looked up to find a Tammil dressed in long grey robes 
standing before her. Like Rai this woman was feline, however while the 
Kitar were small and vulnerable, the Tammil were a large powerful people 
with the skills of their hunter ancestors. All Tammil had the same pelt, 
snow white with black stripes. Cherat found herself staring into a pair 
of wise eyes.
	"Are you the captain of the Juran Wanderer?" the Tammil asked.
	Cherat smiled. "That I am."
	The other woman smiled and gave a slow nod. "Ah, good. I am Sama."
	"Right, well if you'd like to get on board we'll be taking off 
soon. Take the free cabin, please."
	"Of, course." The woman walked up the ramp and into the ship. It 
wasn't until she was out of sight that Cherat realised she hadn't been 
carrying any bags.

*****

	Lift-off had been uneventful and on time. The four passengers were 
in their cabins, strapped in for the jump to hyperspace. Cherat herself 
was sitting before the complex control panels in the bridge. Lights blink 
and screens displayed complicated diagrams amidst an array of controls.
	Cherat leaned back. "Computer, activate hyperspace program alpha 
dash one." The computer immediately answer with a beep. Cherat waited for 
a few seconds.
	"All systems ready. Co-ordinates retrieved from station beacon. 
Awaiting final confirmation." The computer declared tonelessly.
	"Computer, engage."
	The hum of the gate engines filled the ship. The pitch slowly 
climbed as the engines charged until the Wanderer tore a hole in space. 
Cherat reflexively closed her eyes as she felt the sickening jerk that 
always accompanied the jump to hyperspace.
	"Gate transfer completed." The computer reported. "Hyperspace 
travel stabilised."
	Cherat sighed gratefully. The jump to hyperspace was always the 
most dangerous part of space travel. If anything went wrong no pilot 
could hope to correct it in time, you really had to trust your computer.
	Removing her safety harness Cherat stood from the pilot's chair 
and thumbed the intercom. "We've successfully made the jump to 
hyperspace, so you can move about the ship now. You can get meals from 
the galley, which is at the end of the main corridor opposite the 
entrance ramp."
	She complete one final system check before heading to the galley. 
The sound of singing issued from one of the open doors. Cherat poked her 
head in to find Rai happily singing some new pop song.
	Chuckling, the Wanderer's captain left her to it. The girl would 
be a star, if she just met the right people. Unfortunately there was 
little Cherat could do to help.
	The galley door hissed open, revealing Loali and Sama sitting at 
the table each cradling a mug. As Cherat entered the large cat took a sip 
from her mug, and immediately screwed up her face in disgust.
	"This tastes awful," she exclaimed.
	Loali chuckled. "Talk to the captain, its her recipe. Great for 
settling the stomach after jump though." The Tren took a large swig from 
her cup, then shuddered in revulsion.
	"Jump Juice, huh?" Cherat asked, crossing to the replimat. "Sorry, 
its formulated to the tastes of a Kyrran." She tapped the buttons on the 
console, ordering her own cup.
	"Always knew you Kyrran were a bunch of masochists."
	Sama took another long drink as Cherat joined them. "I have 
journeyed on many hyperspace flights, but never been hit by jump sickness 
before."
	Cherat nodded, taking a sip and savouring the taste. "Use slow 
cruise liners a lot don't you? The jump effect is more jarring in faster 
ships, and unfortunately you never get used to it."
	"Yea," Loali agreed. "Although you learn to stop throwing up after 
awhile."
	Cherat looked at her through slitted eyes. "You didn't."
	"Not I, but I stopped by that Onara's cabin and all I could hear 
was her throwing up."
	Cherat sighed. "Now I'll have to clean her room. I hate that."
	The galley door hissed open, admitting the sickly looking subject 
of conversation. Tano stumbled across the room to the table. "Ex-excuse 
me, does anyone have anything for an upset stomach."
	Cherat nodded. "Sure." She abandoned her chair and went back to 
the replimat for another cup.
	Loali watched the small girl sit down. "First timer eh?" Tano 
nodded her head. "Well, I gotta warn you, the captain's cure tastes 
terrible."
	Cherat put the cup before Tano and returned to her seat. "Don't 
scare her Loali. Especially when you don't know what your talking about."
	Cautiously Tano sipped her drink, Loali watching her closely. 
Moments later the Onara's face brightened. "This stuff is great."
	Loali blinked in shock while Cherat chuckled.
	"Onara tastes are close enough to Kryyan for that stuff to taste 
good."
	The galley door hissed open again and the Wanderer's last 
passenger bounced into the room. "Hi all." She walked happily over to the 
replimat and typed on the panel. The smells of cooked food quickly filled 
the room, causing the four sickly occupants to groan.
	Rai dropped a plate full of meats ad vegetables onto the table 
before jumping into a chair. "What's up with you lot?"
	"How can you eat so soon after jump?" Loali moaned.
	"Oh, I never get jump sickness."
	"Yeah, you're too bubbly to get sick." Loali  glanced at the plate 
then took another swig from her mug.
	Rai giggled happily then dug into her food. Tano watched her eat 
for only a short time before her hand flew to her mouth and she dashed 
out of the room.
	"More clean up for you, Captain," Loali comment, watching the 
door.

*****

	Cherat rapped lightly on the door. "Tano are you okay?"
	"Yes, come in," a voice called.
	At Cherat's command, the door slid open. Tano was kneeling on the 
floor, a towel in her hand, cleaning the floor.
	"You know, you don't have to do that," Cherat commented.
	Tano looked down at the towel in her hand. "I made the mess, I 
should clean it up," she mumbled.
	"It was hardly your fault. Jump sickness can be quite bad for 
first timers."
	"Sorry."
	Cherat crossed the room and knelt beside her. "Don't apologise. 
Hell, even I threw up the first time I jumped in a fast ship." Cherat 
took the cloth and held it up wrinkling her noise. "Besides which, I have 
better tools for cleaning up this mess."
	Tano turned her head away ashamed. "I just, wanted to clean up 
without..."
	"... bothering anyone, yeah I know. If you have any troubles, 
remember, you hired me to carry you. I'm your employee."
	Tano looked up, a smile in her eyes, if not on her face. She 
opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the door 
hissing open.
	"Captain, I believe you should see this," Sama said from the door, 
before vanishing back down the corridor.
	Cherat glanced down at Tano, before standing and following the 
cat. They found Loali and Rai standing in the doorway to the galley 
staring across the corridor at the airlock door. Their interest in it 
became immediately apparent. The centre of the large airlock door was 
glowing with a pulsating blue light.
	"What is it?" Rai inquired.
	"I have no idea," Cherat admitted.
	"Oh that fills me with confidence," Loali muttered.
	"Could it be something trying to break in?" Sama inquired.
	Cherat looked at her, eyebrow cocked. "What? There's nothing in 
hyperspace."
	"Another ship?" Rai inquired.
	"Matching field harmonics is too difficult," Tano commented 
quietly from behind Cherat. "They'd more than likely blow us up."
	"And what would you know?" Loali demanded.
	Tano withdrew slightly. "Ah, I'm studying to become a gate 
engineer."
	Loali nodded. "Oh, okay."
	Tano blinked in shock at the tougher woman's backdown.
	Sama frowned suddenly. "Is it my imagination or is that thing 
growing."
	"Wha--?"
	The ship disappeared in a flash of light.

*****

	Hammers pounded on Loali's skull. 'Wow, that must have been one 
hell  of a party last night.' She cracked open her eyelids, only to seal 
them shut again as bright sunlight stabbed her eyes.
	'Never had a hangover this bad before,' she thought. 'Wait a 
minute, I didn't have a party last night. The fucking ship blew up!'
	Loali shot upright and started paying attention to what her senses 
were telling her. The first thing she noted was that sitting bolt upright 
had been a very stupid act.
	After the pain subsided she realised that it appeared that she and 
the other four were lying in a clearing of a forest. A yellow sun hung 
directly above, lighting the unconscious group. Birds sung in the trees 
and the smell of wet pine tickled across her nose. She touched the grass 
by her side. Wet, it had rained recently, yet other than her back she was 
dry, so it was before they had... what? How had they got here? Wherever 
here was.
	She looked at her fellow travellers. The Onara Tano lay curled up 
in a ball, as if trying to protect herself. Cherat lay sprawled upon her 
front nearby. Somehow Rai had shifted in her sleep so she lay with one 
hand propping up her head, it was a very cute picture. And Sama, the 
largest of the group, lay her muscles tensed, as if ready to attack. 
	Loali crawled across the wet ground to Cherat. "Come on sleepy 
head. Time to wake up." She shook the woman as she spoke.
	The wolf woman groaned. "Remind me never to drink with you again."
	"Sure, 'cept we haven't drunk together yet."
	"Then why do I have this blasted... SHIT! The ship." Cherat sat 
upright suddenly and clutched her head in pain.
	"Heh, that was stupid Captain. Any idea where in universe we are?"
	Cherat opened her eyes and looked past Loali. "I think we've got 
more immediate problems."
	Loali turned to look. A group of furless humanoids had emerged 
from the forest. Each wore a metal shirt and they carried an array of 
primitive weapons. "Don't suppose you carry a blaster pistol do you?"
	"No need on board ship," Cherat mumbled in reply.
	"Don't move monsters!" a voice cried from the woods.
	A trio of groans signalled the awakening of the others. The 
furless ones moved forward and surrounded the group.
	"Get up!" one growled, gesturing with his sword. Cherat and Loali 
both slowly climbed to her feet. Some of the men grabbed the other three 
and dragged then to their feet, then shoved them towards the other two. 
Tano hid behind Cherat, peeking out around her. Rai, dropping her 
cuteness, looked warily at the men around them while Sama reacted little 
to the strangers.
	Another man, this one wearing a metal breastplate and robes, 
emerged from the trees and strode up to the five prisoners. He looked 
them over. "What kind of creatures are you?"
	"I am Cherat, captain of the Juran Wanderer."
	"Captain, eh?" The man looked her up and down. "How did a woman 
become Captain of anything?"
	"What does that have to do with it?!" Loali demanded.
	The man looked at her calmly. "Don't raise you're voice to me, I 
hold your life in the palm of my hand."
	Laoli didn't reply, she just glared at the man.
	"What do you want with us?" Sama asked calmly.
	There captor raised an eyebrow. "I should just kill you monsters, 
but I think I have a better idea. Such fine examples of womanhood should 
be appreciated, and the King is just the man to appreciate you."
	Cherat frowned. "I don't like the sound of this."

*****

	The King's castle was a large stone building. Considering the 
technology the group had witnessed they were amazed that such an edifice 
had been constructed.
	They were immediately escorted into a large hall filled with more 
of the furless humanoids. These were dressed in colourful, flimsy and 
expensive looking clothing, obviously a "higher" class of people than 
those escorting the women.
	Sitting at the end of the hall o a large ornate throne was a burly 
man. As they approached he raised himself from the chair. "Ah, Simonson, 
what have you brought to divert me from these useless fops?!" The man 
gestured around the room.
	The man, Simonson, grinned. "My lord, I've brought you some 
interesting monsters." Simonson waved at his men to bring the five 
furries forward.
	A smile broke out on the King's face as they came into view. "What 
kind of creatures are these? Women certainly, but never have I seen 
anything like them."
	"The wolf woman calls herself Cherat and is the captain of some 
kind of ship."
	The King walked forward and looked her up and down. "So, Chairat, 
what are you doing in my kingdom?"
	Cherat refrained from correcting the King. "It was an accident, my 
Lord."
	"Ah." He looked around the others. "And these are your crew?"
	"My passengers."
	"Then you are even more responsible for them." He turned and 
walked back to the throne. "You five are now mine, when I give an order 
you must obey."
	"You can't do this to us!" Loali screamed. "When our people find 
out they'll tear this castle apart stone by stone!"
	Laughter rippled through the room.
	The King sat down on the throne, suppressing his own mirth. "My 
dear, I have the most powerful army in the world. Your people have no 
hope in a battle against us."
	"Wanna bet, you--" Loali returned.
	"It doesn't matter Loali," Cherat interrupted. "He's here and our 
people aren't."
	The King smiled. "Quite right my dear Captain, and to prove your 
obedience I want you to put on a show, here now!"
	Cherat frowned in confusion. "A show?"
	The King sighed. "Strip and play with yourself!"
	Cherat recoiled in shock. "WHAT?! Never!"
	"Kill the skunk."
	One of the soldiers stepped up behind Tano and grabbed her. 
Another stepped forward and drew his sword to stab the cowering girl.
	"NO!" Cherat cried. "No, don't. I-I'll do it."
	"Guards, hold," the king ordered. All eyes in the hall fixed on 
the wolf-girl. "Well dear captain, we're waiting."
	Taking a deep breath Cherat reached up and gripped the seam of her 
jumpsuit. With a tug the garment separated down the front, revealing the 
plain white bra Cherat wore on her ample breasts. It matched the snowy 
white fur on her chest and belly.
	Cherat continued to pull apart the jumpsuit, revealing more of her 
white and grey fur. The separation of the outfit stopped just on her 
crotch, showing hints of her white panties. Reaching up the Kryyan 
grasped the material resting on her shoulders and pulled them it apart, 
exposing her muscular shoulders. Slowly she peeled the outfit down, 
pausing when she reached her hips.
	She took in another deep breath before pulling down on her 
jumpsuit. The spacer's clothing fell to the ground, pooling around her 
feet.
	Wanderer's captain stood, naked except for her underwear. She 
reached up over her shoulders and grasped the bras clips in her hands. 
Fumbling for a second before managing to separate them, she slowly pulled 
her hands back around. Cherat paused for only a second before letting the 
cloth fall away.
	The Kyrran's large breasts fell loose, in plain view of the King 
and his court. She gripped the final piece of material between her and 
total nudity. A single quick movement divested herself of the barrier and 
she let her the arms fall to her side, leaving her body on display for 
the King.
	She turned her gaze hopefully on the King. Unfortunately he was 
sitting forward watching her eagerly. Holding back a sob Cherat sank 
slowly to her knees, then spread then, baring her sex to her new master's 
sight. She snaked her right hand between her legs and grasped her breast 
with her left.
	A gasp escaped her lips as she ran a finger across her slit and 
massaged her breast. She continued to touch herself, pulling and 
squeezing her nipple, enjoying the sensations, trying to forget all the 
eyes on her.
	One of her finger slid gently into her hole and she started 
working it in and out. It was only a few moments both she added a second 
and third finger to her cunt. She cried loudly and pounded her sex hard. 
Her body shook as she climbed ever higher.
	The hand on her breast moved down to join the other one as she 
pleasured herself. Finally the damn shattered and she howled as the 
orgasm ripped through her. 
	Cherat's knelt, sobbing in the afterglow, under the gaze of a room 
full of people.
	"Woe Cherat, you know how to put on a show."

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Rarstarr,
David Farr
http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/
djfarr@ihug.co.nz


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