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Richard was awake in bed. Two hours until he needed to start the day. Trixi slept soundly pressing her smaller body to his chest. One of her pointed ears listening to his heartbeat. Richard was stuck in a mental loop thinking about the job offer.

To take the position would be prestigious, higher than even the rank of captain. The pay wasn’t half bad either, he thought about a lovely home on the beaches of planet Florida in the outer rim. All the retired officers and military agents end up there. With a reputation of being extremely hostile to outside forces, pirates and bandits avoided the system entirely. The reputation of their hostility to being controlled even made the united earth government leave them alone. A planet of hard-to-control but free individuals might make for a great new home. They could live their lives free.

That would be the case if the job didn’t have an insane mortality rate. Nearly zero percent retire from the emergency response team. They end up disintegrated or consumed by some space horrors. What good would the money be if he was dead? Maybe he could move Trixi and her sister’s family, at least they could live full lives off his work.

He held the vulpes tighter. He didn’t want to push her away. But those thoughts clashed with his desire to protect the ones he loved. He did the same for Rebecca and her daughter. Space is just too dangerous. Some idiot could accidentally leave a toolbox around only for it to get knocked into the containment field for the plasma fuel causing half the station to be atomized.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Trixi asked staring intently from under the covers. In the dark, her eyes dilated to satellite dishes.

“Nothing in particular.”

“You know you can’t lie to me, right? You were practically burning a hole in the steel.”

“It’s just work stuff,” Richard said trying to change the subject. “I’m just wondering about some planets and if they have rules against aliens living on them.”

“For what?” Her tail started to twitch happily under the covers.

“I was thinking of having you sent away, someplace safe.”

Trixi stopped wagging her tail. “Would you be coming with me?” Richard didn’t respond… “But… I wouldn’t be with you.”

“That’s the idea. The station’s dangerous, there is no need for you to risk your life. We both almost died multiple times in just one night. I just want what’s best for you.”

“What’s best for me? I need you. I need your scent. I need your warmth. When you were glued to that screen, I had those nightmares again.”

Richard was surprised by this and took a moment to observe her visible sadness. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I thought I could be strong like you. Live with the pain.” Trixi’s voice warbled painfully under the covers. If a heart could be heard ripping itself apart, her voice would be that sound. Richard started to mentally kick himself for suggesting such a thing. Her snout was aimed at his heart, but it might as well of pierce it. He imagined how awful it must seem to just fall in love with someone just to send them away without a second thought.

He caressed the vulpes’ back in long smooth strokes. She calmed down from the motion. No more beating around the bushes, “The reason Nanotrasen sent those goons here was to inform me of a job offer. If I took it, I would be forced to leave the station. They would have me travel hyperspace to troubled spots around Nanotrasen-controlled territory.”

Trixi peaked her muzzle from under the blanket. “What’s the offer?”

“The ERT, they come and clean up stations that are in dire trouble. From zombies, angels, blobs, to corporate fuck ups.”

“That sounds like suicide missions. Like the guys that attempted to blow up this station.”

Richard clenched his jaw. She was correct. Death squads are pumped full of drugs before the mission, killing is all they can think about. Richard did his best to lighten the gritty details of the missions they went on. “It’s not that dangerous. We have top-of-the-line human gear that even the UEG doesn’t get. Hellfire lasers, pulse emp grenades, plasma-“

“You’re lying again,” Trixi said cutting him off, “I felt your body tense up. Why would you even consider taking that job? Are you not happy?”

The question she asked stunned Richard. Why would he take the job? The money. But why would he need the money? Everything he had been taught was to work hard for his family. Like his father before him. It was the only thing he was taught from his old man. Visions of his mother sitting in the large house that his dad provided while he left for space. It cost his father countless years of his life to providing that life. His mother was always worried sick while he was away.

Richard did his best to do the same thing and all he had to show for it was an empty house on a distant world that constantly rains. Now all he wanted to do was protect Trixi. Maybe it wasn’t the best approach. He would just lose her just like he did his ex.

The hum of the station was all that kept the silence from being ear-shattering.

“Please tell me what I need to do to make you happy. I’ll do anything.” Trixi pushed her head next to his laying her muzzle on his neck. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

Her eyes caught the stars from the window and sparkled. Her deep concerned expression warmed him. Couples were supposed to comfort each other. In the chaos of his trainwreck of a life, he forgot that fact. He chuckled at himself causing the vulpes to bounce with the sharp inhales.

“What’s so funny?”

Richard let out a wheeze. “Sorry, I’m laughing at how stupid I’ve been. I’ve been so balled up I forgot what it’s like to have someone to share my feelings with.”

“What? You haven’t said a word and just started laughing like a weirdo.”

He shared everything. His hard-working father. His worried woman of a mother. The house he called home as a child. The few times he met with his dad was sparsely in conversation. After the war, they rarely spoke to each other until he passed. She listened carefully asking further questions to delve deeper into the kind of woman his mother was. He was reminded that she never got to know her mother. The conversation was cathartic for the couple. The tension inside his chest unraveled and he wiped his eyes on the pillow to hide the fact he got emotional.

“Thank you for telling me. It means a lot.” Trixi said with her dark lips smiling up at him.

Richard stole a kiss from the vixen. The motion melted her to him, and her tail bounced below. When they parted the fox was laying breathless on his chest. “I don’t think I’ll be taking the position. I think I’m happy enough right here. Under you. Besides I couldn’t even wrestle a spider queen these days. Hell, a steel wall came out of nowhere and broke my hand. I’ll leave the death squads and cleanup crews to the younger men.”

“Good,” Trixi said caressing her man’s smooth skin. “I don’t think I could live planetside anyway. Alone. Knowing you were out there fighting for your life. You’d come home to a bald vulpes, all my fur would’ve fallen out.”

The two lay in bed relaxed in each other’s comfort till it neared the time to start the shift. Richard hopped into the shower while Trixi left to prepare some coffee for him. She grabbed one of Richard’s shirts and draped it over her orange fluffy body. She took the time to smell the comforting scent.

Roma and Philhouse were already in the break room when Trixi opened the door. The sight of the orange furball wearing their boss’ shirt as a dress caused them to stop their idle conversation. She looked like she just rolled out of bed or had a good fucking before entering the room. The fur on her entire body was a mess. The neck hole sat around one of her shoulders, the textbook picture of a girlfriend who just spent all night with their boyfriend.

“How’s everyone doing?” Trixi asked headed for the coffee machine.

“We’re alright,” Roma said tepidly. “I already have coffee brewing if you want to wait for a cup. Do you even drink coffee?”

Trixi looked at the machine and smelled like warm water. “It’s for Richard. He didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night.”

“I can see that,” Philhouse said jokingly.

Roma pursed his lips trying not to laugh. The innuendo luckily went over Trixi’s head as her muzzle wore the same black smile it always did. They continued to stare at the vulpes waiting for the coffee. They were terrified of offending the vixen, so their eyes lingered on her head rather than the bushy tail that twitched, threatening to expose her rump from under her makeshift dress. Richard already busted the nose of the last guy that did something to her.

“How’re Welds, Roma? Is she feeling better since being out of the hospital?”

Roma’s eyes went wide. He looked over at Philhouse who looked back inquisitively.

“S-she’s doing f-fine,” he stammered out.

The coffee machine started to spit up the coffee. The ancient machine bubbled and popped filling the pitcher. Trixi grabbed the warm vessel and poured it into a single mug for Richard. “That’s good. I’ve been so preoccupied with my extra duties I don’t get a whole lot of free time to visit my friends. I’m glad she found someone who cares for her so deeply.” She left saying goodbye while Roma blushed vigorously. Philhouse snickered under his breath until he got punched in the shoulder.

Richard kissed his little fox girlfriend goodbye. He was off to inform Quincy that he wouldn’t be accepting the job. He served his time in Nanotrasen and he wanted to enjoy life outside of the company one of these days. He laughed at the timing of everything. If they came to him before he got to know the resident clown intimately, he would have snagged the job in a heartbeat.

The VIPs and the captain joined Richard in the conference room. He gave his denial with as much ass kissing company regulation requires. Humbly deny the job offer and all that.

“Are you sure you want to skip out on this opportunity?” Quincy asked. Disappointment wrinkled his face. Earlier he was quite excited to add a valuable tactician to the ranks of his department.

The captain sat in his usual seat at the head of the table. Having taken the seat before Percy got a chance to sit. His bright smile eased Richard. Martinez had to of known he wasn’t going to take the job and it was written in a smug smile across a large wooden table.

Percy and Neal sat next to each other grumbling their grievances, mostly that they were in the meeting instead of vacationing on the station.

“That’s correct.” Richard said, “I’m too old to live in hyperspace. I nearly died from a rookie’s gunshot. I couldn’t hope to compete with the pirates and corporate assassins. Even with the proper equipment.”

Quincy nodded understandingly. A denial he has grown accustomed to. “That’s a shame, Richard. I was hoping for some more levelheaded crew to teach the younger generation how combat is properly done. Fewer and fewer respectable men out there.”

Richard frowned knowing the man’s plight. He too had to kick out many officers because they didn’t fit. But there were still some decent humans willing to put up with the stupidity of humanity. “They’re out there. Just have to get to them before they inevitably die and before they realize living is something to be enjoyed. Some of us want to do a little living. Sit down and kick our feet up, knowing the following day everyone around them will still be there.”

“Blech! What ish thish dribble,” Percy exclaimed waving his hands dismissively. “You’re offered the mosht prominent place in the company. And you turn it down?!” “I have half a mind to have you transhferred back to the outer rim. Rejecting Nanotrashen’s generoush offer-”

“You will do no such thing,” Quincy said. “It’s his decision to make. I don’t force people to work for me. Poor morale leads to backstabbing, and backstabbing leads to trillions in losses.” He squared his gaze on Percy causing the man to quake in fear. “Should I tell our superiors you’re okay with losses?”

The quarrel between the VIPs was welcomed. Richard had it up to his neck with meetings. He could barely stomach the once-a-month affair. He waited patiently for the captain to release him. Patience in his mind at least. The captain saw Richard grip the chair tightly, eager to throw himself out of the room.

“Well gentlemen, you have your answer I think we can now put this all behind us.” The captain said joyously. “If there is anything else you would like to add, we can continue with the rest of your inspections.”

Richard was already checking out. They told him some things that went in one ear and out the other. Only when Quincy spoke did he pay attention. “I’d love to visit security, I heard you keep them quite in line. Lowest incarceration in the sector.”

“I wouldn’t say low, we just have effective means of discipline.”

“Would now be a good time for you then?”

Richard paused for a moment. He wasn’t sure if his men were ready for inspection, he had been quite relaxed with regulations, a slight morale booster with all the extra hours he was shoving in their schedules.

The captain answered the question for him, “Richard would love to show you around while I take Percy and Neal to the breakfast selection in the mess hall.”

Richard and Quincy walked side by side toward the security department. Their boots clacked heavily, and several assistants stepped into side passages to avoid the two men. Quincy was smiling unusually wide considering his job offer was passed up.

The security chief wondered what he was thinking about, “I’m sorry about the wasted trip. I guess my cowardice got the better.”

“Cowardice?” Quincy said laughing at the concept. “You’re smart and know a bad deal when you see it. A man like you should be in my position looking for good candidates to fill the rank and file. Instead, you got stuck on station duty babysitting a bunch of labcoat-wearing nerds.”

“It is the end road for security team members, safe. Well… Relatively safe as opposed to the outer rim.”

“Don’t get me started on those stations. Half of them just activate the self-destruct if there is a space bee infestation. If they treated the stations better, they would maybe get better equipment.”

They arrived in the security department. A few officers were in the breakroom. Half of them were in their grey undershirt, their red coveralls were tied loosely around their waist. The rest were in half-donned armor. They didn’t stand at attention when they walked in. It was bad form, but Richard had let it slide. It wasn’t until one got up to refill his mug that he realized the new face in the room.

“Oh. Uh.” The officer stammered out grabbing the other men’s attention.

“At ease,” Richard said disgruntledly. “Gentlemen this is Quincy. He’s the chief recruiter for the emergency response team for central command. Show him every ounce of respect as if I already shoved a boot up your asses.” The tension in the room could snap piano wire.

“This is a fine crew,” Quincy said easing the room a bit. “They’re in shape. I can see how you managed to defend the station cobbled together equipment.” He glanced over at a table where a book sat open face down next to one of the officers. “And they can read.”

“Oh yeah, those officers are some of the most interesting to work with.”

Quincy paced around the room with his arms behind his back. It was part of the inspection. The men were quite troubled and finished getting prepared for their shift in the breakroom. They slapped on their armored vests and helmets as he circled back around.

He asked a question at one of the officers, “Where are you going to patrol?”

“Sir, I’m going to relieve the others in the xeno level of medical. We are tasked to help the injured there.”

Quincy nodded, “Good. Looking out for crewmates is our top priority.”

Satisfied with the answer he turned around and left the breakroom. Richard gave the stink eye to his men before following. It could have gone better, Quincy is either great at hiding his disappointment or Richard was doing a decent job with his employees. It was difficult for him to read this guy. He wondered if Trixi would be able to read him better.

Trixi. He forgot she was still in his quarters. Richard clamped his eyes up as he neared the door to his office, hoping the vulpes wasn’t inside. The door slid open revealing his office to Quincy. Richard scanned the room a little too long before entering.

“Is everything all right?” Quincy asked peering over Richard’s shoulders.

“Yes,” Richard answered pulling a chair for his guest. “Just a little nervous. I’m always a little uncomfortable being inspected. You know how it goes.”

“You don’t need to worry. The video evidence has already been scanned and verified. The repairs were the next thing to be inspected after speaking with you. That’s what Percy is supposed to oversee. I didn’t trust him entirely to speak to you about the offer, so I came along.”

“Yes, Nanotrasen’s method of sending a baker to build a bridge. Works every time.”

Quincy and Richard chuckled. They spent a few minutes airing their grievances about the company they worked for until the door behind Richard hiss opened. A misty air of steam and wet fur hit Richard in the nose. He spun around quickly to see Trixi soaked in warm water fur clinging tightly to her nude body. Small bumps marked her nipples as they hardened from the cool air. A towel was wrapped around her head as she blindly entered the room.

“You’re early. How was the meeting?” Trixi asked in a muffle as she dried her face.

Richard panicked and pulled the towel to cover her up. Her face quickly became flushed. A small peep left her muzzle when she saw the visitor. Quincy turned his attention to the ceiling to be as gentlemanly as possible while she escaped to the bathroom with her dripping tail between her legs. Richard shut the door and exhaled trying to stop his heart from beating out of his chest.

Quincy cleared his throat, “Ahem. I could have scheduled this at another time if you were busy.”

Richard’s face was red. He sat back down and stroked his cheeks to try and quell the blaze. “I’m sorry about that sir. I didn’t tell her there would be guests.”

“It’s quite alright to me. I’ve seen my fair share of unique companionships. After all, I review footage in the public areas on stations.” He looked over Richard’s shoulders at the closed door and smiled. “And we won’t be interrupted now it seems.”

Richard raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

They stared at each other for a minute while Richard thought about the reasons he would want to speak in private. It hit him quickly, “Right. The chief medical officer.”

“Correct. I reviewed the footage of everything last night. I’m not going to get into details. You don’t need to know them. But your fears of complete eradication are unfounded.”

“What are you going to do then?”

“Need to know basis.” Quincy’s expression was as stern as it has always been.

“Is it necessary to take so long and allow others to die?”

“I know it’s going to sound like I don’t care. But I wish we could have acted sooner. Our hands were tied by the top brass. When word got around of your investigation, you became quite the celebrity back in the department. A few of us were rooting for you to take matters into your own hands. Of course, if you did that, we would have offered you a position in lieu of prison.” There was a melancholic smile on his face.

The thought of an entire department watching him through all the cameras caused him to shudder. All the intimate moments he had with Trixi were watched by a roomful of people. He covered the non-scared side of his face and glanced over to the camera in the office.

Quincy chuckled briefly at Richard’s expense. “Relax. It’s not like we have the entire footage able to be viewed. Just like the station’s feed, an AI combed through the footage and cut out all the non-important parts to be released to the department. Everything that pertains to the exact case in question or mentions of the target.”

Richard relaxed with a heavy sigh, “That’s some good news.”

“Come on, a xenophilia relationship is a breath of fresh air in my line of work. I’ve seen the worst humanity has to offer. Slavery rings orchestrated by the captain of a station. Culminating in organ harvesting of every recruit that dared to speak out. Terrible stuff.” Quincy slumped in the chair defeated he showed his true self at this moment catching Richard off guard. “It’s a real shame we couldn’t add you to my team, the last man I hired is in a relationship with a lizardman.” Quincy smiled lost in thought, “He served up the nicest banana kortara desert.”

“I wish I could go, but I already spent my life in space. I just want to hang up my hat before I lose my head.”

“That is completely understandable.” The visitor tightened his uniform on his chest. “I should get going now, I have to make sure the other two don’t do anything they will regret. You should go see your fuzzy woman. You’re still on break after all.”

Richard hit the table with his head as his embarrassment flared. The door hissed shut allowing him to breathe more deeply. It was getting quite claustrophobic saying ‘no’ to a man with that much power. He turned to the camera pointed at him and gave a farewell wave before returning to his quarters.

Trixi was a mess. She stood in the middle of the room wearing her off-duty coveralls shivering. “I’m sorry about what happened! I didn’t know! Did he say anything!? Are you going to be in trouble!?” Her claws gripped his clothing tightly.

It was sweet that she was more concerned about his job than anything else. He patted her still damp fur and kissed the side of her snout. “Nothing bad happened. Neither of us is in trouble. Just try not to walk naked into my office next time.” Richard gave a lewd smile and winked, “Unless I say so.”

The vixen relaxed and then licked the unscarred half of his face. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath from her panic attack. She wiped her eyes free of the worried tears. “Oh? Are you going to ask me to sit under your desk one day like a secretary and let me service you while you do your paperwork?”

Richard laughed at the notion. “You need to stop watching so much porn. You’re already repressed as is.” He slid his uniform off, ready for a nap. Groaning, he stretched his limbs to the ceiling. Even though that was his one job for the day, the lack of sleep drained what little energy he had left.

Trixi’s eyes roamed his body, and the contours of his muscles and smooth skin got to her. The embarrassment she felt disappeared. Her paws joined what her eyes were enjoying. Pads felt his body in a desperate attempt to out-compete each other. She loved having access to him. Every time she saw him naked it revitalized the fire in her loins.

He moved to the bed with Trixi hanging onto his body like a leech. He chuckled and stripped her of her simi-damp clothing. The smell of her arousal and wet fur enveloped the room as he removed her panties. Blood rushed to his penis as the fabric passed her ankles.

She pushed her hips forward showing off how wet her spade became. She wanted the attention, and he happily gave it to her. He inserted his middle finger rubbing her hard clit with small circular strokes. She rolled her hips with the movement. Then he pulled it out and grabbed her fluffy butt. With a single motion, he picked her up and set her slowly down on his manhood.

Her cries were immediate. Hips touched and she was stretched to the limits milking him for all he was worth. Her body had become his entirely, interlocking like the perfect puzzle piece. With every thrust cementing the change. He pulled her up and her sex gripped tightly in an almost sucking motion only to relax and stretch full as she descended. It was the only thing her body could do, he had complete control.

Up and down, he pushed and pulled her. The wet slapping punctuated the landing of her hips. She held onto his shoulders and stared into his chocolate eyes completely lost in the moment. She eventually collapsed and rested her head under his chin. Her pants were audible with every moan. The buildup of pleasure was blocked like a dam waiting to open. Her sex waited on her lover to open it. Richard slowed down, prolonging that moment to the music of an almost inaudible whine from Trixi.

Then he released squeezing her hard and pulling her deep onto his dick. His climax triggered hers causing her already twitching muscles to prolong his orgasm. They both moaned in pleasure pulling each other together. Her climax lasted longer as her sex quivered trying to keep his deflating penis inside. But the feeling of warmth never left leaving her completely sated. And utterly exhausted. She closed her eyes and fell asleep listening to his heart race.

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Richard smiled to himself reading his PDA in the saloon. It was early morning in the lull before the night shift got off duty. Now that he denied the job offer, he was free to enjoy the rest of his on-station vacation. The VIPs were occasionally seen around, but he acted like they didn’t exist. It wasn’t his job anymore to placate them. He just sipped on some coffee to help get him through his day while Trixi practiced her routines on the floor. Her bright smile when she pulled off a prank or tell a great joke made him feel 20 years younger.

Bakes had just stepped behind the counter scratching at some loose scales ready to start another day. He burst out in joy when he saw the usual face, “Richard you’re looking better than ever! I knew you would bounce back in no time!” Practically jumped over the counter to hug the head of security. “What can I get you?!”

“Nothing, I’m good. I am just relaxing with a cup of coffee.” He looked at the cup, the warm brew brought him comfort for some reason. The lizard wasted no time and topped it off. He returned to his news feed on the PDA and would occasionally glance up to see what Trixi was up to.

Trixi and Jacques were practicing with each other. The mime would throw an invisible pie and she dived to avoid it. The clown retaliated with a bottle of seltzer water, she aimed it at the mime’s face, but he plugged the nozzle with a white-gloved finger. She pulled the trigger, and the fluid would comically spray back onto her face.

She ran over to the bar to retrieve a towel to dry her face. A bright smile on her painted face as she carefully dabbed the water away to not mess up her face too much. Richard was half paying attention to his surroundings. Trixi thought of a fun little joke and ran to the other side of the counter.

“Bakes, wanna see something funny?” Trixi whispered to Bakes while snickering to herself.

Bakes squinted inquisitively as he watched the vulpes run back around the counter. She clambered up on Richard’s lap as if she did it every day. He didn’t notice the motion at all or didn’t care. Her head was right under his as he concentrated on his PDA. She puckered her muzzle for a kiss, and he pushed forward to reciprocate unconsciously. He eventually closed his eyes to kiss the vixen deeper and with more passion. Then he opened his eyes and looked around the room.

He wasn’t in his quarters or office. He was in the bar. Bakes’ eyes were wide, and his jaw was on the floor. The mime was silently whooping and hollering with exaggerated muted clapping cheers. Trixi laughed at Richard’s blushing expression. His hand caught her before she fell as her laughter became uncontrollable.

He pursed his lips knowing that Trixi wanted to get a rise out of him and to see the reactions of the crewmates. “Alright, you had your fun. Please don’t do that to me again. I might have a heart attack.”

“No promises,” Trixi said wiping a tear from her eyes. “You really should have seen the look on your face.” She then turned to Bakes, “And your face, you look like you saw a banshee.”

Bakes brushed his frill down and cleared his throat, “Sssorry, I jussst didn’t think today was a day I sssaw a clown make out with Richard in the open like that.”

“Come on,” Trixi said playfully, “I’m not that ugly, am I?” She produced her bike horn and squeezed it. Honk!

Richard chuckled with Trixi’s infectious laughter. He carefully touched her painted face to cover a spot that had smeared away. Her tail slashed the air in frantic waves as he touched her. He turned the tables and kissed her, pulling her head to his. Her tail stopped moving for a second then quickened its speed. When he released her, he smiled wide, “There, even.”

Trixi bounced with laughter, “Oh not yet. I still owe you tons more. But we can’t discuss that in… what was it again? Public settings.” A smug toothy smile spread on her muzzle. Richard watched as she walked away. The squeaking of her clown shoes diminished the excited sashaying tail movements as she made her way to the stage again.

Bakes was laughing, his head on the table, “Ssso the rumor wasss true. Explainsss the attitude adjustment.”

The man scratched his head still shaking off the embarrassment of the public display. “She has her ways. Even an old murderer like me melted under her charm.” He turned to see Trixi tune some instruments on stage. Plucking a string and listening carefully to the vibrations. Her ear swiveled and twitched before she turned the tuning keys. Once she was finished, she set the instrument down ready to start the show.

Richard observed the show. Engaging in the audience that came to relax from the graveyard shift. The two entertainers performed their routines, played music, and did their jobs perfectly. And just when the last of the night crew left, the morning shift started to trickle in. The exhausted personnel ready to enjoy their time off was non-stop. Richard was impressed with the levels of energy the services department had. To deal with the constant workflow of other self-important individuals would wear down anyone.

Bakes offered him some drinks, but he refused to partake. He didn’t want to be carried back to his room again like the last few times he overdid it. Trixi was surprised to see he was still standing at the end of the day. Her nose twitched.

“I don’t smell any alcohol on you. Was something wrong?”

“I just wanted to enjoy your songs.”

Her crystal eyes lit up. “You’re too sweet.” She embraced him with a tight hug. Richard let out a yawn, exhausted from watching other people work. Trixi’s pointed ears shot up, “We should probably head back to bed I’m pooped.”

There was a loud nasally voice screeching on the other end of the bar. All eyes turned toward the direction. It was Kinn the fat slob that attacked Trixi in the cafeteria. He was with Percy and Neal. Quincy wasn’t with the group. Richard rolled his eyes wondering what the idiots were going on about this time. Richard stood and approached the group. Then he squinted unexpectedly.

Percy’s round face looked an awful lot like Kinn’s. Their physiques matched as well. He always did have a problem with Kinn but every time he sent in letters of demotion or requests for him to be transferred there was no response. Their family had connections.

“Give me and my cousin and friend as much alcohol as we can drink,” Kinn said patting Percy on the back. “And make sure to wear gloves you disgusting scalekin. I don’t want a single scale inside my beer.”

Bakes sighed and put on thick yellow rubber gloves in front of the men. Obviously demeaned by the comment. To add insult to injury Neal and Percy laughed joyously. He poured the fizzing beer and handed it over to the VIPs. Richard sat closer to them, keeping an eye on the troublemakers. Trixi on the other hand rushed forward to defend her friend.

“Fancy you guys showing up. I thought you would be in the holodeck molesting some virtual women.”

Percy scowled at the vulpes remembering the last time she made a fool of him. “What are you doing here foxkin? Firsht they allow aliensh to sherve drinksh instead of wiping up the puke. But oh no, couldn’t stop there, now they allowed aliensh to drink with people.”

Richard called over Bakes which got the men’s attention. He asked for Bakes’ special. Bakes joyously ran off into the back. Kinn looked a little flustered after the beat down he got last time. Richard gave him a side-eyed stare waiting for the drink.

“I think we do a fine job working around here,” Trixi barked back, “If it were up to you no one would be working. You would be sitting in your house and have slaves take care of everything from wiping your fat ass to chewing your food before you swallowed it. Maybe have those hover chairs so you don’t even need to walk.”

“Don’t you have some better material,” Neal said rolling his eyes at another shot at the weight.

“Lots of material actually,” Trixi added with a smug smile on her muzzle, “Do you want to hear about how your parents never loved you, so you take it out on others? Or would you rather hear how inbred human noble families get from fucking their sisters and mothers?”

Richard was ready as Kinn reached forward to strangle the fox. Hitting a particularly nasty nerve for the tub of lard. He collided with the security chief and bounced back to the ground. “Alright, enough. No fighting in the bar. You know the rules. Especially you Kinn.” He shot a glare at the downed man causing him to flinch. “Your nose healed up nice by the way.”

Kinn huffed in anger while the other two picked him up off the ground. Trixi was holding her muzzle tight to prevent her gekkering laugh to sound off. She positioned herself behind Richard in a mocking manner knowing they wouldn’t do a thing about it. Instead, he postered a threat, “You better take care of your alien friend. Or else something bad will happen to her. It’s obvious to everyone she has you wrapped around her ugly clawed finger.”

Trixi self-consciously looked at her claw for a moment then made a snide remark in return, “You have a lot to talk about. Your sausages would probably burst if you tried to curl them into a fist.” He lunged again at the vulpes his hand nearly getting her around Richard’s sturdy legs. “Should I get you a clown car to help you catch me? Oh, wait never mind, it would run out of fuel by the time you left the bar.”

Richard held up his hand to the clown and she stopped focusing on her target. “That’s enough. You had your fun.” She smugly walked off tail swaying in victory.

Percy was grinding his teeth, “You give the aiensh too much leeway.” Anger dripped from the words. “They walk all over their bettersh.”

Bakes arrived carrying a glass of kortora. “Here you go Richard, I jussst finished fermenting the nutsss.”

“Blech you drink that disgusting swill,” Neal said

“Probably filled with lizard shemen,” Percy added quietly but made sure Richard could hear it.

Kinn was breathing heavily from his overexertion. Normally Richard would have hit him with a stun baton for even attempting such a feat against any crewmate. But it wouldn’t help, chances are the two VIPs would just make things worse for everyone on the station. Richard picked up the glass and thanked him before facing the VIPs again. With an eye roll at the men, he joined Trixi to help her put away some of the instruments.

“You really shouldn’t antagonize them,” Richard said carefully to not be overheard.

“Not my fault they treat us like garbage. Poor Bakes”

“I know, I know. It’s only for a few more days and they will be so far away from all aliens they will never see one again.”

“Good. I hope no one is subjugated to his fat disgusting ass.”

“I understand that sentiment. But they run things in this sector.”

She remained silent. She didn’t understand, and she didn’t want to. They reminded her of her father, and he was just as strange.

Richard wanted to ease her mind a bit. But He had nothing. It was only for a few days anyway; nothing bad would happen.