FSE

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Jess signed and leaned her head against the wall in the shower. Ken had been out of sedation for 3 days now and she had. Given him as much room as she could. Just left him working with the computer on varois lessons. Out side of some basic inquires she hadn't asked the computer what he had done with his time however.

This morning they had taken his splints off on the new limbs and he was getting to move around freely although he was under strict instructions not to do anything more energetic than walking to the can from bed or to the living area. He was clearly impatient to do more however with his new limbs. The doc's instructions had been crystal clear that he needed around 20 days before he started any physical therapy more vigorous that very short walks.

“Computer water off, please," she instructed the ship's computer. The hot water flowing over hur cut off. Tomorrow she decided, as she stepped from the shower, would be a day off from all but the most mandatory chores and she would just hang out with Ken. See if she could find something entertaining for Ken to watch.

Drying off, she considered the in roads they were making in her kitchen supplies. She had stocked up on extra supplies before leaving but she had just doubled her usual order. Ken however was a bottomless pit compared to her own eating habits. They were in no danger of running short before they made the next stop, but feeding him was going to cost more than she had considered. She should look into adding a hydroponic garden. Maybe even see about some synthetic meat production vats, though those were from what she knew more fickle than a basic garden would be.

She pulled on a night shirt that fell down to her mid thigh, the fabric a synthetic silk and bright red. It had 'Do not poke the bear before her first cup of coffee.' printed across the chest. With a drawing of a bear holding a cup of coffee and looking grumpy.

She yawned and stepped out into the halway intent on heading to bed after giving a quick look in on Ken. However she found he wasn't in his bed in the medical bay. He wasn't in the head, she had just been there. She stuck her head into the bedroom but he wasn't there. She stepped out into the main area and spotted Ken then standing behind her most commonly used command point on the ship.

She studied him a moment, as he studied the command displays. The displays were locked to her touch only, so she had no worries about him disrupting ship functions. She noted his tail hung low, and wondered what about the ship displays would leave him feeling lesser or dispirited.

She moved up beside him and ran her hand down his back, something she had noted he seemed to respond positively to without thought and asked, “Ever looked at ships command displays before?"

“No Jess, we were never allowed on the ship's bridge," he kept looking at them and added, “They look very complex," his voice full of something she couldn't quite place. Depression perhaps? Certainly they were complex and for someone who could not read they would be a mystery in the current configuration.

She took a long moment to compose her response, sensing that this was important to him in a way she clearly hadn't grasped. “Well they are rather complex, those two displays handle all the ships functions. I can't say they are hard to learn, but they are hard to master. If we get you to spacer second class instead of third or c class as its common called, you do not have to master all the little bits and pieces an A or first class spacer would have to. But you will need to know what each section is about and how to id problems and correct simple ones."

“Here take a seat in the chair," she told him, gesturing to the chair as he seemed to shrink in on himself at her words. “I'll show you some basics and then it will not seem so complex as all that." She paused and then said, “Computer take the command displays to instructional mode please."

She watched the displays shift ever so slightly and gain as yellow and black warning strip at top and bottom with 'Training Mode' clearly printed in bright red in the stripes.

Ken settled into the chair as instructed. Like all the chairs but the ones at the kitchen table they were contoured to act as high G acceleration couches, though this one would have been to small for him to be comfortable in when under extreme G forces.

She settled onto the arm of the chair, and began, “All right. The display on your right is the display of the space around the ship. It's a collection of all the feedback from all the various ship's detection systems common referred to simply as ships sensors. From active like radar, to passive like infrared. It also shows the ships plotted course, where we are on it, and how fast we are moving, and the conditions outside the hull. This display anytime you went for space walks was looked at by someone to determine if the conditions were favorable. The function here determines scale, these tabs up here are each system when you need to examine an object in greater detail."

She shifted a little and pointed to the display on the left, “This one is the ship it self. From this panel we control and monitor all the ships systems, such as life support, power generation, and drive systems. This is also the panel that tells us what systems are in need of maintenance, or suffering a critical fault. I am going to work with the ship's computer to make these panels as friendly as possible for you to use."

His eyes followed her hand as she went back to the panel on the right and began explaining in more detail, each tab's function for the sensor systems and the basics of laying in a flight path. She spent hours on that screen, far more than she had for any of the few passengers over the years who had expressed interest.

At some point she found she was leaning against Ken guiding him in basic operation of the panel, when she shifted slightly having at some point slipped down to sitting on his good leg, and felt something firm and definitely male brush against her. She looked and found that somewhere around a third of his cock was exposed and leaking preseed.

Ken looked as well and said, “I am sorry Jess! I didn't mean..."

She cut him off, with a “Shhh." She slipped rotated the chair 90 degrees from the control station and slipped off his lap, kneeling in front of him and looking closely at his canine erection more closely than she had before. It was a pale wet pink, very difrent from a human erection and yet at the same time so very much the same.

As she leaned in Ken asked, “Jess?" Even as she wondered what she was wondering what she was doing she licked the tip of his erection and he gasped a questioning yelp of “Jess?!?" as she licked again longer and slower, getting a taste of his preseed. It tasted of minerals like a human, and yet was different as well though she was not sure how she would have described the difference.

She looked up at Ken questioningly, “Do you want me to stop?". she licked again, using one hand to press his sheath back to have more to run her tongue along before he could answer.

Was a soft whine and he quivered, no articulate answer coming from his muzzle she licked again long and slow feeling him swell larger in her hand as he drooled copius preseed. Then she slipped the tip into her mouth and sucked lightly at the tip slowly drawing him him into her mouth.

Ken panted heavily between soft whines, and she used one hand to gently pry his tight grip off the chair with care and gently put it on her head, instinct telling her it was a good idea while her brain wondered if she had lost it. She gently used her other hand to press his sheath down past his swelling knot and took him as deep as she could. She felt him swell in her hand expanding quickly to his full size, the grip behind his sheath or the deep throat she was giving him seeming to really get to him.

He gasped out, “JESS!" in effort to convey something just before her she started to gag on the sudden flood of his seed in her mouth. She pulled back quickly caughing and giggling like a maniac at the same time his cum all over her face in moments as her spurted a second long spurt out in a long rope. The third was much smaller and after that he just spattered out a slow steady few drops at a time with weak spurts onto the seat. He looked embarrassed she thought but she tugged him by her grip on the base of his spurting cock off the seat and to an open area.

She cleared her mouth of the seed and gently directed him with his erection to lay out on the floor and then she straddled his chest, her night shirt riding up to show her naked pussy close to his nose, his eyes crossing as he looked She saw his nose flair taking in her scent. She slide the shirt up a bit further and slid her pussy closer. She wasn't thinking very clearly, she knew but she said softly, “Like what you smell? Lick me if you do."

Ken's tongue slipped out of his muzzle and hesitantly flicked across her vulva ticking her clit. She gasped, “Thats it, again!" She gasped again as his tongue flicked out a second time far less hesitantly, the rough texture teasing her clit as he licked up the wetness of her opening, her arousal making her quite moist there.

The third lick came without direction on her part this time less a flick of the tongue and more an eager lap, spreading the lips of her sex open some as he did so. The lick that followed that the tip of his tongue worked up deeper into her sex and she shuddered at the feel. She was eager and pent up, longer than she had been without an orgasm than she could remember. His licks came eagerly and quickly prying into her pussy a little deeper each time, till it felt like he was fucking her with his tongue.

Jess wasn't normamly very vocal with her BoB's or even men but the licks were driving her wild and she pressed into them as much as he thrust his tongue into her. Her cries of, “Oh god yes!" Rang out and might well have been audible on the far end of the ship for all she knew. When she peaked she grew inarticulate, and Ken's muzzle went from damp and messy to soaked and messy with in a few moments.

She pulled away from his still working tongue becoming overly sensitive and shuddering. She couldn't tell if Ken was opening his muzzle to say something or start licking it clean as she leaned in and kissed his nose and then opened her mouth and licked his tongue. In moments there tongues were teasing each other and his slipped into her mouth a few times.

She wasn't sure when she slipped into sleep. But she cuddled up to the big Dog Boy much as she might have as she would have with her childhood dog, if not as intimately.