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Trixi wheeled Richard to his quarters where so he could bathe before sleep. She waited patiently outside the bathroom door. The male nurses that were put in charge of cleaning had done a poor job. "Let me clean you up. I don't want you to get hurt anymore." Her voice choked back tears through the door, one would think he's going to drop dead from a little water.

Her voice echoed in the steel private washroom. Just big enough for a tub, toilet, and sink with the little floor space occupied by the wheelchair. Richard scrubbed himself with the luffa, water halfway above his paralyzed lower half. He hadn't had a real bath in ages, it would be relaxing if he could feel the water on his legs instead of the icy cold sensation that tingled up his spine. Fumbling with his unbandaged hands to turn on the showerhead again, warm rain trickled out. Handling the sponge was painful, white blisters marred his fingertips to his elbows. Clashing energy swords release extreme heat to the area, a painful reminder of forgotten lessons.

"No, I'm not geriatric, I can do this myself." He wrapped his hand around his own throat. Like gargling gravel, it scratched from the surgery that reattach his new jaw. Water flowed over his back and arms. It stung across his blistering scars. By the time he finished there was a slight pink tint to the water in the tub. He hoisted himself out onto the wheelchair. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, a weakened old man stared back at him. He clenched his fists and righted himself on the chair mumbling to himself, "Just ten days…"

Trixi pressed her paw to the door upon hearing the water slosh as he got out. She protested, "Please. If you hurt yourself… I won't know what to do." What Roma had told her sent panic through her heart every time Richard moved. If he strained his injuries any further the future surgery would be ineffective.

Gentle dabs of the towel stung every inch of his arms, once dried he applied the burn automender, an automatic chem dispenser that rolled across his burns applying silver sulfadiazine. He moved on to the painstaking process of rewrapping his arms. Slow and steady he worked through the pain, while continuing to ignore the vixen that cared for him. Shocks of pain streaked across his face as he clenched his jaw swallowing his feelings. He needed to do this for himself.

"I'm coming in. I can hear you bandaging yourself. You can't do this alone." Her voice commanded as she pressed the button to open the bathroom. Hot steam hit her nose. She marched in on Richard trying to bandage his other arm. He was dripping wet, naked, and had an angry scowl on his scarred face. Frustrated she glared into his eyes. The scar on his lower jaw drew her attention, it looked irritated and swollen. "I placed your anti-biotics on the counter in your room. You need to take them before bed and when you wake up." Her paws held his arm up carefully, she slowly wrapped the gauze in circles around from his elbows to his fingertips.

"I know how to read instructions. I'm not suicidal." Despite his stubbornness, he let her wrap his arm up. He gazed into her crystal blue eyes, the little mascara she had put on stained her cheeks and dried on her orange fur. He had read reports of the aftermath and learned that four days had taken place after they won. He thought about how hard everything must have been for the little vulpes, his scowl softened to sorrow. He took a deep breath in, "Thank you, Trixi. I'll tell the HoP to give you security access so you can help out around here, God knows we need it."

Trixi smiled weakly as she finished bandaging his arm. The job she completed was smoother and straighter than the one Richard did himself. She examined the rest of his wounds, worried about the blisters that marked his body. Grabbing a towel, she dried him off so that the other burns may be dressed as well. The sight of his back caused her to wince, over half his back was scar tissue, burns outlined the edges of replacement synthetic skin. As she continued her examination, she patted him dry, "Does it still hurt?"

He relaxed at her touch; the delicate claws helped mitigate the pain he felt from the cheap abrasive towel. She moved onto his greying hair and wiped most of the water from the back of his head. Her paw slid from the towel to touch the side of his scarred cheek. She traced her finger on the rough lines that lead to his mangled ear. Richard leaned into it; her pads felt wonderful on his face. "The towel is a little rough on the burns. The pain killers will help."

She nodded along moving to his front, she placed the towel on his lap to give him some decency, "I'm going to bandage up some of the other spots, okay?" He had no defense against her help at this point. Her black lips curled to a half-smile, "Good, you can dry your… other areas while I get the bandages."

It hit him quickly that she wasn't acting the same. The beaming joy in her voice had been strangled. Her paws gently caressed his back pressing down adhesive bandages to the burns on his back. He took a stab in the dark to root out the problem, "It's not your fault."

The caressing stopped. She pulled her paw away for a moment then resumed. "You did everything right, I messed up, I should have remembered that damn sidearm. If I didn't-" He gagged on his own gravely words.

Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and held tightly without touching his burns. His bandaged hand reached for her paw and petted the orange fur softly. He blinked several times to tell himself not to lose to emotions, he already cried enough in the chapel.

The vulpes rested her pointed chin near his ear, "You did everything right. You won; many lives were saved. Including mine."

"No, I got too cocky. After the drone, I thought we could take out everyone. Even going alone. If you hadn't shown up as a fuzzy angel, I would be dead."

Trixi frowned, not sure how to take what he thought. "I wish I remembered everything about it. My memory of what happened was just watching the A.I.'s video." She resumed her duty of dressing his wounds, "You saved my life twice, once for the nuke and then the explosion in the corridor." Trixi finished applying the cream to his burns, every touch she made seemed to loosen his muscled back. The pain calmed.

Richard was confused by her answer, he creased his brow and looked back at her. She looked uncomfortable. "If you need to talk about it, I'm here for you. Not like I can walk away from you."

A smile broke across her muzzle as he joked around, "Thank you, just being around you is helping me."

She finished bandaging him up. Her fluffy tail swayed as she walked out to give him privacy. The door slid shut and Richard went through the obnoxious process of putting on sweatpants. One leg at a time he shoved it through the cotton. He returned to his room; she sat on the edge of his bed. Her tail draped to her slim waist. She looked like she belonged there, next to him. Rolling to his bed he pleaded to her, "I can't let you stay here." The fox deflated; her blue eyes looked at him, betrayed.

"What do you mean? I need to be here for you." Her claws grabbed the covers, refusing to move from her spot.

He didn't want to answer her. But her eyes courted it out. "I don't want you to see me like this, I am going to have problems sleeping, and I will need to clean up in the morning…" Her head tilted in confusion. He let out a deep sigh, "I don't know if I can control my bodily functions when I sleep. I don't want you to deal with that or even see it. I want to have a little dignity."

Trixi's pointed ears drooped, "Oh… I'm sorry." Her muzzle frowned as she hopped off his bed. Richard turned his wheelchair to face her and grabbed her arm as she walked by. Her waist was pulled up over his legs and her paws dangled off the floor. The vixen's head rested on his shoulder as they embraced with a hug. Before he set her down, he kissed the tip of her black lips.

The vixen was stunned, when she touched the floor with her claws she nearly fell with weak legs. She wanted to do everything for Richard. Her tongue dipped out over her lips to touch where his lips touched, she wanted to tell him of all the fantasies she had or will have. Have their tongues meet in a passion-locked kiss, undress for him, be there for him and only him. Her mind was flooded with passion.

Richard pulled himself out of the wheelchair to the bed where he awkwardly shuffled the blankets over his body. Trixi rushed over and help shift his legs under the covers, she followed it up by giving him his medication. He whispered out, "I'll let you know when to come over in the morning, I'm sure the HoP will have no problem giving you that duty." His hand reached to touch the side of her fuzzy face, she held it for a moment before sliding away to let him rest.

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Nightmares interrupted Richard's sleep. Contorted shadows stabbed at his back; hot coals sear his legs. He woke throughout the night several times with excruciating back pain. Sweat coated his sheets. He forced himself to roll over to get another hour or so of sleep before the pain returned. By the time he had to get up his eyes were blurry and irritated. He cleaned then dressed up in his black coveralls, which took a hundred times longer than usual.

The bandages and medicine had to be applied once again. He grunted at his work of wrapping his wounds. The bandages chaffed his arms with every movement, Trixi was messaged as soon as he was presentable. Within seconds the door to his room hissed open. Trixi wore her light blue coveralls, she also sported a faltering smile which drove him to ask, "What's wrong?"

She tiptoed inside and nuzzled his outstretched hand. "I got my ID updated and tried to sleep. I couldn't help but worry about you. I didn't sleep..." Richard leaned back in the soft fabric of the chair, finding himself unable to help the vixen. Trixi helped him through the exit.

"Can you take me to the security breakroom, please? I need to speak to Roma and the others, I already messaged them saying to meet me in the morning, and I am already very late." She continued her path pushing him through the hallway.

"I already saw them when I entered the department earlier this morning, their moods seem to brighten when I walked in. Roma looks and smells a lot better now; I heard them talk about medical in the breakroom, they are finally starting to help the non-humans." Hope surged through both of them as she relayed that information.

"Good. That keeps me from having to come over there and shoving my useless legs up their asses. After the meeting I'll need to fill out some paperwork, it will be good to give an official ranking to Roma. He deserves it." Trixi wheeled through the main hallway of security; the empty holding cells flanked each side. The entire station appeared to have their idle hands occupied with reconstruction to break the rules. Voices bounced off the steel walls as they neared the breakroom. The aroma of warm cheap coffee filled the air.

"There he is, glad to see you back sir!" The men all stood at attention and saluted the disabled head of security. Richard saluted them back, his hand in poor form. He squared his shoulders with pride. They took to their seats at the breakroom tables. Trixi wheeled him to the back of the room, she smiled brightly seeing so many people happy for their boss' return.

There was a lot more room in the breakroom than before the attack. Five people were missing, Richard swallowed that up and smiled for his men. "You all did fantastic work out their gentlemen, every single one of you performed above and beyond against stacked odds. I'd like to thank Roma personally for holding the place down while we recovered. I hope-" Richard pursed his mouth not sure if he should even bring it up. "I hope you enjoy your new promotion to warden; I'll be filling out the paperwork to get you that pay raise." Roma smiled as everyone cheered for him, he was the most senior staff in the security department after all. "Also, there is going to be a huge bump in hazard pay for everyone here. I'll need to get in touch with the captain to make sure that happens." The men started to high-five each other cheering.

Once the cheering died down, he continued, "You all know Trixi here." She gave a smile and a wave. "She is going to be helping me while I recover, so expect her to be in the security department. I already know you won't go harassing her, but if another crewmate does, you take care of them. Got it!" The men agreed with each other. Years of weeding out any pointless hatred toward non-humans made for a pleasant security force. "Go ahead and start your normal patrols like they were before all this mess happened. Help other departments within reason, you don't work for their departments, you work for me. Also, try not to share too much about the hazard pay bonus, I don't want it to be denied because everyone starts crawling to the HoP and captain."

Trixi tilted her head about the hazard pay, putting a pin in it. She would ask Richard later in private. The men slowly dispersed grabbing their helmets and stun batons. Each one thanked their boss for everything and even thanked Trixi for her help with taking care of their boss. Roma approached Richard once everyone left, "Thank you, sir. For everything."

Richard's smile faded and he looked into the young man's eyes, "How is she doing?" Trixi looked on wearing her worry on her fuzzy face.

Roma looked back at the entrance then back at the two of them, "She is stable, though there was a complication… she caught a lung infection. She needs surgery and the CMO finally started to let the non-humans get surgeries from the other doctors, I just hope it's not too late."

Richard gritted his teeth to the point where it hurt his jaw. "Nothing you can do; it is out of your hands." Roma's mood didn't improve by much, but he couldn't blame Richard or the overworked Dr. Manit. Roma quietly left the breakroom.

Trixi stood at attention waiting for her orders while Richard roamed his thoughts. "Go ahead and take me to my office, I have to fill out the paperwork."

"Shouldn't you eat? You haven't eaten all day."

He reached over and grabbed a stale donut from the box and took a bite before it fell to the floor from his light grasp, "There, I ate." Pain shot through his face as he swallowed the bite. She disagreed with a shake of her head and started to push the chair out the breakroom. He grumbled as his body was taken away by the fox.

"Nope, we're going to the lunchroom to get you some real food. I want to make sure you heal properly. You also need to take your medication." She shakes the bottle next to her side, the pills rattled obnoxiously.

Richard grunted, defeated by the vulpes he dared not to upset, "Fine. But please take me back to the security breakroom, I don't want to eat around everyone else." She nodded along, ignoring what he said.

Lunch break had just started for the station. Crewmates started to line up to get their meals from the food court. A bombastic voice cried out from the far end of the hallway.

"Richard! Come join us!"

Eyes turned to the captain sitting at the head of the mess hall. The rotund man in his royal blue uniform smiled invitingly to Richard and Trixi. Trixi returned the gesture and started to push Richard in the direction. The patrons of the dining hall stepped aside to let them through.

The faces Richard focused on were ones filled with pity, eyes tilted away upon seeing the crippled man. Trixi on the other hand saw hesitant faces wanting to speak to Richard, perhaps to thank him for saving everyone.

Martinez and Ali sat at the head table, the captain opting for a more nutritious diet than his usual steak and fries. The chair next to the bearded man was pushed away to make room for the wheelchair, Trixi gently pushed Richard into place. The captain smiled, "How are things going friend, do you need any more assistance?" Richard shook his head 'no' and stared off at the crowd of people that ate peacefully to themselves.

Ali excused himself, "I'll go get you something to eat Richard, do you want anything special?" Richard shrugged. The HoP turned to Trixi, "How about you? Would you like anything specific?" Her pointed ears turned toward her boss.

"Oh, I d-don't know. I'll just have the rabbit stew please." Ali dashed off while the captain chatted with Richard, the topics shifted from hazard pay to the medical department. Richard's voice grew hoarse as the conversation continued. It was evident to everyone that he was exhausted.

Trixi stood by his side waiting for an order, just gazing at him with her caring blue eyes. Until the captain caught Trixi's attention, "You can sit down little missy, this isn't some sort of silver spoon table. We're all working-class here." Her tail flicked around as she took a seat next to Richard. "There you go!" He smiled warmly at the vulpes.

Richard relaxed in the back of his chair, the soft chorus of the rumbling crowd and clattering plates caused him to drift. A plate was placed in front of him the smell of warm soup and grilled cheese. Trixi placed a paw on his shoulder, "Do you want me to bring you back to the breakroom?" He shrugged eyes half-lidded. A bowl was then placed in front of her by the HoP. "Thank you, sir." Her mouth watered at the sight of the food, her stomach grumbled reminding her that she has only eaten warmed donk pockets for days.

Digging in quickly on her bowl, her eyes constantly dashed over her shoulders at Richard. He had the sandwich in his hand, trying to bring it into his mouth. What little food that did make it in looked painful to chew. He swiftly gave up on the sandwich only for the soup spoon to fall to the floor out of his injured fingers. She stopped eating; her tail vibrated pent-up emotions as she watched him give up. "Let me help…" She stood up on the chair to assist, bringing the bowl of soup to his lips.

"Please, I don't need help…"

Martinez chuckled, "Come on, it's cute. What are you afraid of anyway? You bested a nuclear ops team with sheer willpower, you can stand to get waited on till you recover." Richard turned toward the captain rolling his eyes.

"I don't want the crew to see me like this." He raised his arms that were trussed up to his fingers. Trixi lowered the bowl, tail drooping down. Her mood was swallowed by a black hole. She recalled all the instances of him and her around the crew.

Like puzzle pieces falling into place the situation became apparent, she interpreted it as she wasn't supposed to be seen with him. He always focused on how he was perceived by others. Why their meetings were always private or after hours. She could feel the corners of her eyes water. The captain creased his brow looking at both of them.

"No one will say anything to you, Richard, we are all in your debt. No one here will think anything of it, also…" Martinez lifted a finger and pointed to the vulpes. "You should watch what you say or else it might be taken the wrong way." Richard turned to face Trixi; it was clear she took it personally. A deep exhaustive exhale as he tried to correct his action.

Trixi curled up with her knees to her chest, she felt like she didn't belong in public with him. The sight of her like this nearly tore his chest open as much as his back was torn, "It has nothing to do with you… please continue." He reached up and patted her on the head coaxing her out of the ball. She smiled weakly and proceeded to feed him. She cut the grilled cheese and dipped them in the soup, bringing it to his mouth.

"See, nothing wrong with a little help." The captain winked at the security lead who blushed furiously.

Her mood slightly improved after feeding him bites of food. The captain enjoyed watching their relationship blossom. The way he protected her from the explosion brought a tear to his eye. There were a few strange faces among the crew, but the captain gave them the stink eye. All it would take is one word from him and they would get a one-way ticket to the airlock.

After the meal, she returned him to his office. She pushed him to his desk and waited next to him for her next order. Her mind was still flooded with depressing thoughts. Richard felt revitalized after eating warm food and started working on the stack of paperwork. "It wasn't about you." Trixi perked up.

"Then what was the message about?"

This caught him off guard. He tried to remember, but nothing came up in his mind.

She pointed her PDA, "You said you wanted to see me. Was it because you wanted to talk to me about being seen in public?"

Taken aback Richard slammed the stack of papers down, startling the fox. He yelled at her to prevent her from retreating to a ball, "Nothing like that! I don't give a shit what some brain-dead crew thinks of my relationship with you." Trixi's tail swayed to the front where she nervously played with the fur. He paused for a moment then relaxed, "I just don't want to be seen as some old weak useless man."

Trixi stifled some of her laughter, "What?! No one in the station thinks that about you. Is that what the message was about?"

The man shook his head remembering his conversation before the battle, "No, Jack… and me, I wanted to bring up your job and our relationship." The mention of his friend caused him to slump his shoulders. "I was worried about you and your job. You can't do your job if you're in a relationship with me…"

Trixi comforted Richard, her paw on his arm. "What did he say?"

A smirk and a small chuckle escaped his breath. "Fuck the consequences." Trixi snickered and moved her paw to his shoulder, caressing it softly. He leaned back and closed his tired eyes for a moment, relaxing under her touch.

"Why would my job be affected by a relationship? That doesn't make much sense."

"You can't spread joy and have people relax around you if you are in a relationship with a security lead, it is nearly impossible. Everyone will think you are just a snitch who will mark them down for every waste of time they do for the company. They won't see you as a clown but another security officer."

"I do love my job, I made a lot of good friends… But it isn't that important as, well… Remember when you asked why I joined nanotrasen. Why I bother putting up with some of the people here?" Richard rotated his wheelchair to face the vulpes. "I wanted a human husband like my sister. I thought that if I worked around humans, I would find one." Her face turned away blushing; this was the first time she said it out loud to anyone.

"You mentioned your older sister Kalia before, she seems nice. But why? Humans are just as angry and stupid as every other species in the universe."

Trixi hesitated, but upon seeing his genuine curiosity she decided to open up. "Remember my relationship with my father?" Richard nodded and leaned back in his chair to listen to the vixen. "He told me and my sister that humans are evil and going to wipe out all of us. Our world, everything. This was back when we first discovered humans and your various worlds. My older sister and me were kits at the time, we didn't know anything."

A scoff escaped his lungs, "He would've got along with a lot of other people I knew. The lizardmen used to think that about us until they realized how inept we are at picking leaders."

"It was kind of silly looking back on it, but at the time Kalia wanted to be a good little daughter, father wanted us to fight against the humans anyway we could. He mentioned how we should find a male and help combat the humans, so she bedded the first male to show interest in her after juvenile school. Some dog I can't remember the name of."

Richard furrowed his brows in anger, "That's awful… Did this appease your father?"

She shook her head and crossed her arms around her chest, "No. She told me first and ran off to tell our father. He stared right through her, first ignoring her, then cutting her off entirely. Kicking her out to the street to be with her boyfriend." She huffed angrily at the memory. "I begged him to stop as he threw her stuff out. God, it must have been over eight years ago. The worse part about it was the father of the kits ran off as soon as he found out they were triplets. Our species usually have one to two kits, but she had three."

The tale had Richard mortified, his mouth parted in disgust. She continued, "I helped her in every way I could, I worked part-time during my juvenile education and helped watch the kits while she rested in her apartment from her job. One day while I was studying with the babies, Kalia came home with a smile on her face, the first smile I had seen her wear in such a long, long time. She told me how she met someone, a human. I still had some of my father's prejudice, but that melted away when she brought him home. He helped with everything, so tall and strong. He would pick up all three of the kits and tuck them into bed when he got home from his job. I fell in love with how much it turned her life around. I wanted what she had, so I looked for any opportunity to work in human space."

"That's a lot to take in. I hope to meet them someday. They sound like wonderful people."

She beamed and waved her tail around, "So does that mean you are my human?"

A choked laugh filled his room, he cut it off by grabbing his sore throat. Her smile faded as she leaned forward to comfort him. He held her back and swallowed painfully, "Of course. You have been wearing me down with your charm for a long time."

Her heart leaped with joy and her tail swayed excitedly. With a high-pitched voice, she spoke in her gekker tongue as she pressed her snout to his neck, nuzzling it. The wheelchair rolled back when she jumped into a hug. He stroked her back then up to her fluffy head.

"The only reason hesitated was because of my fear of what people might say to you on this station. I worry about you, and I don't want you to be treated poorly because of it."

A giggle shook her body, she curled up and leaned on his chest touching him as she dreamed. "I'm a clown, I already get treated differently, double I'm not human. You are probably the only reason I don't get beaten. From the stories I hear from the crew, I would have been turned into a hat on any other station. Luckily, I had you, and you always cared for the non-humans, and you passed that on to your men. Even if I did get stunned once or twice by security during my duty."

He softly patted her body. The tolls of the day caused his head to bob. She pulled his injured arm away and landed on the floor. She wheeled him to his quarters so he could rest. The door hissed shut after she entered, causing him to awaken. Trixi touched his scarred face, "You were falling asleep, I think you should turn in early today."

He held up his arms, "I need to wash up first and redress my wounds. Mind taking me to the bathroom." Once he entered the bathroom, she quietly left him. The long process of cleaning began and just like the last time the water still stung, he wondered if the medicine was even working.

Richard pulled himself out of the tub. He looked at his scarred arms and asked, "Trixi, can you please help me with my bandages?" She walked in holding up a clean towel and rolls of gauss and bandages. The whole process was much quicker than he managed in the morning. When she was done there was less agony, the bandages weren't loosely holding on his arms chafing. He smiled, "Thank you."

Her tail twitched excitedly at his words. Before she left to give him to get dressed, he kissed her on her muzzle again. A high-frequency word in her tongue escaped her snout as she touched her black lips with her paw. This caused the man to laugh, "What does that mean?"

She paused, "It's just an affection word, it's hard to translate, common has too many specific words."

They parted ways for the night, wishing a good night's rest to each other. However, the rest was plagued with nightmares still. He folded his legs into the fetal position to try and sleep on his side, but his arm would be strangled from the bandage. He resigned to sleep in the wheelchair. The strap that held up his back made minimum contact with the most damaged part of his back. He wrapped his lower half in a blanket before getting a few hours of sleep.

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The morning came and Richard chucked his clothing and the blanket into the laundry basket. He gathered a fresh uniform before he started the shower to clean himself again. Hot steam mixed with the cold station air. Bandages were unraveled and tossed to the steel floor. He slipped clumsily into the tub and let the water rinse him off first. He closed his eyes for a moment as the warm rain covered him. There was a scratch at the door, "Can I come in? I want to help." Trixi's sounded exhausted. He turned to face the steel door. She always smiled when she helped.

"You can come in; I am just rinsing right now." He clutched his throat, it seemed to be improving. The door hissed open, and a plume of hot steam escaped the small bathroom. The chill rippled through his upper half. Trixi stepped forward with her arms full of bandages and gauss, setting them next to the automender on the counter.

Her fur stuck up on the back of her neck and the top of her head. She closed the door to not let any more of the heat out. The vulpes was exhausted, her movements were sluggish as she sorted through the belongings, red veins marked the edge of her beautiful eyes. She asked, "How did you sleep?"

Richard took a finger and pulled at one of the bags under his eyes and exposed the red vessels. Drowning monkeys had better sleep than what he experienced. "Terrible, how about you."

A smirk spread on her face, "Too cold and I still have nightmares." She sat in his wheelchair and leaned back stretching her arms up as high as they could reach, letting out a cute moan as she did. Briefly closed her eyes to enjoy the warm air in the bathroom.

Richard pulled his body up and held it steady by the grip of the steel rim. He grabbed the luffa and started to lather it up. He felt her paw touch his shoulder, "Let me take care of that for you, I want to make sure the wounds on your back are cleaned properly." He nodded and handed her the soapy sponge. After dealing with this ailment for two nights, he wanted to make sure his back didn't get worse.

The luffa was set on the edge of the tub, the little fox turned away, her fluffy tail getting sprinkled with some of the warm water. When she was a few steps away, Richard watched on, his heart raced as more of her fur was exposed starting with her shoulders. Hesitantly he said, "You don't need to be naked…" She let out a small bashful giggle.

"I don't want my clothes to get wet silly." She slipped the coveralls down her arms. Her fluffy orange back reflected the light in the room. Countless hours of grooming herself and taking care of her fur paid off. Each follicle shined brightly. She shook her slim hips pushing the light blue uniform down further. Tail dropped as the coveralls passed around it.

She turned her muzzle over her shoulder to look at Richard's crimson face. He was looking up at the water flowing from the ceiling. Her face was blushing as well, she pleaded to the man she loved, "Please look at me…"

His eyes bounced to her body. She swallowed and continued to take off her coveralls. Pushing them down past her knees, she raised her tail in his direction. Pink panties were all that separated her swelling flower and his gaze. Her breath quickened and she started to shake in anticipation. Swallowing she kicked her uniform off her ankle.

Her eyes were closed when she turned to face him. The steam penetrated her fur, she was starting to feel the warm water on her skin. Her vulva started to throb. Her eyes blinked open, and Richard was sitting there watching her, examining her body. A weak smile spread on her blushing face, "L-like i-it?"

Her figure was much smaller than what she showed off in VR, which was to be expected. Feminine curves with a subtle chest hidden behind her steely white fur. The pink panties she wore were partially obscured by the fur around her waist. Body language was completely different too, shaking like a leaf, arms draped at her hips. Helpless and delicate, she stepped forward, tail trembling behind her head. She paused waiting for an answer. He stated what was in his heart, "You look beautiful, like the fuzzy little angel I always thought you would be."

She let out a high-pitched gasp and covered her face with her paws. The white fur on her thighs rubbed together tightly. This was a completely different vixen than the one he trained in VR. She was showing off her avatar like it was nothing, squeezing her honking bra to a crowd. She uncovered her face for a moment and quickly reached down to the pink elastic and pulled them away from her wet privates. Her paws went right to her eyes preventing her from seeing his reaction.

A portion of her swollen dark vulva stuck out between her legs. He stared at her exposed body, eyes glancing over it a few times then he focused on her embarrassed face, "What's wrong? You are acting strange." She peeked through her claws and then dropped her hands, her tail hitting the back of her head.

"Sorry… I-I just never been looked at while in heat by a male." Her voice sped up as she spoke. He remembered that the body she used in VR wasn't hers. He looked at her dark spot between her legs, a white fur forest covering most of it.

"Are you a virgin?" She nodded and twisted her thighs together. This shocked the man, with all the exhibitionism she portrayed, one would think she has had at least one lover. He noticed that she still waited for an inventation, "If I could get an erection, it would show off how attractive I find you." He chuckled at himself looking down at his soggy flaccid penis. There was a small bat of her palm hitting her furry head.

She looked like she just forgot his condition. He snickered a little at the fact. She took a few careful steps forward, "Well I feel silly," and picked up the luffa and squeezed it causing soapy water to run down her arms, "A-and my… lips… are practically pushing my legs apart."

His dick wouldn't work but his mind was interested in her privates. Part of him wanted to see her spread eagle for him, his fingers dancing across her body touching the delicate fur between her thighs and exploring the dark folds she had hidden in her fur. He shifted his gaze at the water again. One thing he loved about the station was the infinite warm water. She leaned down at the edge of the tub and started to scrub his back. He winced as the luffa touched his blistered skin. "I'm sorry… let me know if I am doing it too hard."

"Don't bother, it always hurts. I just have to bare through the pain… It isn't as bad as it was the other day." The luffa was pulled away from his back and she used her paws to massage the soap into him. The soft furry pads felt much better than the abrasive sponge.

"Can you move forward? I can be your luffa." His arms grabbed the side of the tub and lifted himself a small amount moving forward a little bit. "Thank you." She was shaking, as she stepped inside and resumed scrubbing his wounds. Her digits massaged his muscles and softly moved over scar tissue.

Hot breath was on the back of his neck. She whispered, "So this is why you have a cactus flower mixed in with your scent." He looked over and she was on her knees, her muzzle was studying the bottle of body wash inches from his face. Water dripped from the tip of her snout.

"What do humans smell like?" A question that has been on his mind forever. She answered in a tongue he couldn't pronounce and then smiled. He chuckled, "And what does that mean?"

"Like an ocean spray, salty with a subtle earthy musk." She dumped a large dollop of the soap on her chest and started to rub it in. She asked a question in return, "What do I smell like?"

A mischievous grin took his face as he leaned back, gripping the edge of the tub, and sniffed her chest, she trembled as he did so. She smelled like a well-groomed dog, no heavy scent but there was a fragrance of her own. "When you're wet you smell a like any other furry animal, but when you're dry you smell like lavender. You already know humans are pretty blind when it comes to smell."

She laughed at the statement, "At least you didn't call me a wet dog, the girls in the public showers kept calling me that all the time." She closed the gap between their bodies and then reached around his muscles. Richard got tired of craning his neck to stare at her body and turned it up at the showerhead. She started to massage the soap using her fur, almost painless.

He relaxed as she set her rubbed her furry face over his neck. Her soft fuzzy body felt amazing as he leaned back into her. He whispered wanting to fall asleep, "Your fur feels so good." Her eyes however peered down at his naked body. Her furry arms reached around and caressed his chest, soapy water washed away under the shower. His skin was so smooth, felt like glass as she rubbed his chest.

The arms crept lower, wanting to grasp at his penis and feel it. In all the videos she watched; his manhood was about the same size. Kalia told Trixi the story about her first time with a human. Trixi relished the day she would experience it. Even if she wouldn't experience being pinned down by his shaft, she wanted to at least touch his masculinity in her paws. Before she knew it her hand had grasped his rod.

Her delicate touch got no reaction, as expected. The warmth passed through her wet paw. Richard didn't even notice what she was doing, his eyes closed in a half-sleep against her body. She felt the placid member, the softness and weight in her paws. The delicate skin caused her clit to swell inside her expanding spade. She suppressed a giggle as it plopped back onto his wet thighs.

Waking up from his half-sleep he shifted forward to let the water wash off the soap. She moved to the front to rinse the soap from her body. Her vulva was near his eye level. Paws were hesitant to cover, shaking near her puffy sex. The ogling was as obvious as her own. She gazed down at the top of his head. She gleefully stated, "Thank you for looking at… me… I was scared you might be disgusted at me for being different."

His head leaned toward her head, "If I could stand, I would do everything to you at this moment." She clenched her thighs together twisting her needy sex in between her thighs. The petals to her entrance throbbed and her hidden clit begged for attention. He lifted his arms to her hips and lured her down to meet his own.

He glided his hands up to her head and brought it forward. They both closed their eyes as they kissed. At first, it was awkward, as her pointed muzzle tried to find purchase over his lips, their mouths eventually parted, dashing their tongues inside each other. They held each other tightly, her body covered by his strong grasp. She rocked her hips instinctually, the soft sex wishing to please her lover.

When they broke their passion, both were out of breath. Trixi swallowed, heart racing; her speech was so weak she couldn't be heard. Confused he tilted his head at the vixen. She cried out a little louder, "Can you please touch me… I n-need this." Tears ran down her face mixing with the hot water. She pulled her knees apart revealing her puffy vulva, the lips were larger than he expected. The dark triangular flesh leaked lubricant, a beckoning flower.

Richard glanced at his hands; blisters marked his fingers. He got a mischievous look on his face, "Go ahead and stand up for me. My hands are scarred, and my hips don't work." She did as she was commanded to with shaky legs, placing one leg at each side. Her quick breath didn't falter and as he touched her hips again, she let out a yip of excitement and leaned forward.

The swollen vulva landed on his mouth. The fox's legs nearly gave out from under her when she felt his tongue lap at her entrance. She was slowly dragged down to the bottom of the tub, falling to her knees at the bottom of the tub. She let out a shriek of pleasure and grabbed his brown hair as he dove his tongue deep inside.

Her throbbing pearl was quickly located. Moans bounced in the small room followed by the quick slaps of her soaked tail as it flung water everywhere. Pleasure shuddered through her body as she moved her hips.

The engorged warm entrance leaked over his mouth; her nectar poured onto his face. He teased and played with her clit with the tip of his tongue. Every touch caused another shudder from her. The sound of her pleasure was like singing, the song ended with a moment of silence. Her body tensed up and her walls clamped down on his tongue, then she released to a shriek of her climax. She squeezed her thighs around his head and rode through it as a sharp bark escaped upward.

He held her hips to his face as she fell to the side resting her head on the wall. Ignoring his pained grip, he didn't want to let her go. He felt the tight muscles of her vagina on his tongue pump with her rapid heartbeat. He let her catch a few breaths before he continued to service her.

His tongue punished her oversensitive clit, the post-orgasmic nerves were on fire. She immediately yelped out tried to jump off. Several more licks and she was panicked bucking her hips at every sensation. She let out a long string of words in her tongue, the treble words not stopping his assault on her sensitive bud, till eventually, her body caved and she had a second climax.

Her muscles burned as she came again. The vixen grabbed a hold of her lover's head as she road through the second climax, the warm muscle inside her pumped away at her defenseless body. She cried out in another high-pitched bark into the brown eyes of Richard. Her body shuddered curling forward. Out of breath, her tongue lulled out, "I-I had e-nough… l-let me b… breath." Richard relented and released her hips. She promptly collapsed on top of him, her wet body curled to a ball, rising and falling with every quick breath.

He smiled to himself, pleased that he still could still get a woman to cry out in pleasure. He petted her wet fur, her body was warm to the touch. Trixi mumbled, "Thank you for saving me. I'm glad you think I'm worth something." He chuckled warmly, the taste of her lubrication still on his mouth.

"You are beautiful, kind, and fun. I would do anything to make sure you smile at least one more time." Trixi uncurled from the ball and laid on top of him, his warmth resonated with her, cutting through her soggy fur. If she wasn't completely love-struck, she would have laughed at the cheesy line. Her body shifted under his stroking muscles and her snout nestled under his chin.

They rested under the shower catching their breath till the soft patter of water was broken, "I should probably finish cleaning you, so you can get back to your work…" She slowly rose, the water dripped onto his body. Richard smiled as she started to lather her body once more, using it as a soft warm luffa on his legs.

He joked, "Once I can walk and feel my legs again, I'm gonna have you do this to me again." she laughed with him as she rubbed her chest along his legs. She finished washing him using her soapy fur.

"Only if you suck out my clit like that again." She wiped water between her legs causing her hips to twitch, "I never thought it would feel that good."

They finished with their extended shower. She dried him off than herself, her orange fur smelled like his body wash along with her slight musk. Then the medication, he was pleasantly surprised that the pain was significantly less than the last time he applied it. She even helped him get his clothing on slipping the underwear over his legs where he could pull them up. Manipulating his dead weight of legs was tricky with one arm.

She wheeled him to his office once they both got dressed. He noticed there was a pile of blankets folded over some chairs that were pushed together. The blankets were bright red with white stripes. "What's that for?"

"I was having trouble sleeping so I thought If I slept close to you it would help. But the room was so cold I couldn't sleep."

He slumped his shoulders feeling her pain. Uncomfortable with the fact he still had problems because of his disability. "I'll give you some more blankets if you want, I still don't want you to sleep in my bed at this time."

Her tail drooped back, "Thank you… will I be able to sleep in your bed when you get the surgery?"

His bandaged arm reached up and touched the side of her face where she nuzzled it. "Of course, you can. Will probably be the best sleep I had in a long, long time." Her face brightened up at the thought. He was slowly pushed out the door to get on with the day's tasks.