Firebrand

"Now help me out of my suit," she insisted, turning to face him and almost clocking him in the head with her swinging bosom.

"You really want to do this here?" he whispered. Boyd knew her well enough to recognize one of her ploys, he was intimately familiar with her Polar wiles. It was unprofessional, to the say the least. They worked well together, and he still couldn't be sure if that was because of their ongoing relationship, or in spite of it. His superiors had to be aware of their entanglement, he worked for an intelligence organization, after all. But if they saw any conflict of interest, then they hadn't expressed any concerns to either of them. It wasn't that he was embarrassed by Lorza, not exactly, but she had this uncanny way of melting through his cool persona. She was one of the only people in the Galaxy who could make him flustered, throw him off-kilter, and she reveled in the power that she had over him. Nobody knew him quite as well as she did, he had never allowed anyone to get so close to him before her, and her charms were both a source of discomfort and admiration to him.

"Come on," she cooed, reaching up and dragging her zipper down just enough that the weight of her ample chest began to part the garment. It spread open, threatening the burst at the seams, exposing her snowy fur and a hint of her deep cleavage. "If we take longer than fifteen minutes, the cashier may become suspicious."

"Why not wait until we're back at the suite?" Boyd protested, his cheeks warming again as she leaned down closer to him. She pressed him up against the plastic wall of the booth, thrusting her cleavage into his face, the flowery scent of her perfume filling his lungs and sapping his strength like a neurotoxin. Fur like strands of silk brushed against his skin, her flesh so soft that it offered no resistance, engulfing him as he sank into her fragrant coat.

"Because I want you now," she explained. "Must I always rely on the cold to drive you into my arms? Do not play coy, lyubimyy. I know your secret desires, I've heard the things that you whisper to me when your passion clouds your judgment."

Her long tongue parted her lips, at least a foot of pink, prehensile muscle snaking forth to probe his ear. Boyd shivered as he felt its warm, slimy texture, Lorza pausing to nibble with her sharp teeth.

"Alright," he conceded, her chest muffling his voice. If he didn't play along, she'd probably just walk him out of the booth sporting a conspicuous erection as penance for spoiling her fun. "But let's do this quickly, alright? You know how I feel about fooling around when we're on the job..."

"We're not on the job," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath tickling him. "We have a little less than an hour before we're expected back, and I intend to make the most of it."

He pulled down her zipper, exposing more of her chest, her breasts cascading forth in an avalanche of flesh as they were released from their confines. The globes spilled over his shoulders like a melting candle on the edge of a shelf, weighing him down, pressing up against the wall behind him. She chuckled as he was buried, his face rising from her cleavage like a drowning man trying to take a breath, the motion sending a ripple through them.

He slipped off his gloves, stowing them in the pockets of his coat, then reached up to delve his fingers into her breasts. Her fur was so thick and fluffy, as white as snow, patterned with dark spots that resembled the stains left by a coffee mug on a coaster. Beneath her delicate coat was flesh as soft as putty, his digits sinking up to the knuckle as her pink lips curled into an appreciative smile.

"You think yourself so cool," she whispered, "so collected. Yet you burn when we do this, don't you?"

He took a generous handful, letting her buttery fat fill his palm, her ears flicking as her eyes lost their focus. As he pressed deeper, his hands vanished up to the wrist, the weight of her breasts bearing down on him. It was like trying to lift a lump of dough the size of a beach ball from beneath, her increasingly labored breathing making them wobble as they cradled his head. They were so voluminous that their flawless, rounded shape was almost irrelevant, just a boundless mass of flesh and fur from his perspective. Her people had a layer of blubber that kept them warm in the frigid environment of their Arctic home, making their flesh springier and denser than simple fat, like a seal or a whale.

Boyd struggled to handle one of them, it kept slipping from his grasp, finally managing to wrangle the heavy globe and bringing it to his mouth. He mauled her flesh with his fingers, as soft and as malleable as putty, seeking out the nipple that was hidden beneath her fluffy coat. His lips sealed around the engorged, pink nub, and he felt Lorza shiver as he began to circle it with his tongue. She gasped as he trapped it between his lip and his teeth, pinching it, peppering its surface with doting licks and teasing flurries. He bit her areola gently, just enough that she could feel it, Lorza sucking her lower lip into her mouth and chewing on it covetously.

Boyd located her zipper again and began to drag it down her abdomen, her furry paunch spreading it apart as he went. Her figure was Rubenesque, giving her an alluring softness about her midriff, her belly defined enough that it subtly overhung her waistline when it wasn't being restrained by her tight clothes. He couldn't resist burying his hand deep inside, feeling her squirm as he squeezed it.

"For someone who constantly makes fun of my weight, your wandering hands always seem to seek out the softest parts of me," she muttered wryly. "It's almost as if you're being insincere, malish."

He rewarded her accusation with a gentle bite to her swollen nipple, her massive frame shuddering contentedly. His free hand slipped beneath the fabric of her jumpsuit as his desire began to get the better of him, his oversized partner shifting her weight as his fingers reached her hip, taking a firm grip on her love handle and pulling her closer. He tried to reach her butt, her cheeks filling out her jumpsuit to the point that it was about ready to burst at the seams, but his arm wasn't quite long enough to reach.

She laughed as she felt him claw at her, her chuckling tapering into a low, sultry moan as he moved down to her inner thigh. She closed her legs around his hand as he kneaded her, Boyd feeling the hard, sinewy muscle that lay beneath the layer of cushiony fat tense at his touch. As his fingers roamed beneath her fluffy mound, they encountered warmth and wetness, his feline partner emitting a comely whine as he found her loins.

He parted her swollen lips with his finger, tracing the satin folds of her fever-hot vulva, already damp with her anticipation. She let slip another stifled moan as he slid a finger inside her twitching opening, feeling her passage grip him fiercely. Warm, velvety flesh caressed his digit, her syrupy fluids easing his passage. Despite her immense size, she was still tight, her powerful muscles bearing down on him. Lorza leaned against the cubicle wall above his head, her eyes slowly closing as he began to move his finger, stroking her from within. He found the firm nub of her clitoris with his thumb, wetting it with her juices and making slow circles, feeling a tremor rock her.

They remained that way for a few minutes longer, Boyd playing his tongue over her nipple, sucking and pinching as she began to slowly rock her hips as though trying to take his digit deeper. He could feel her growing more and more excited, the way that her loins narrowed around his buried finger in ever more frequent spasms betraying her. The teasing eventually became too much for her, and her sapphire eyes snapped open, her bosom pulling away from him.

"Enough of that," she gasped, Boyd watching her breasts bounce heavily as they settled. "You know how to push my buttons all too well, I won't let you finish me off so quickly."

"It's not like we have room to do much else," he complained. Even with her back against the door, and his up against the wall of the changing room, the soft fur of her boobs was scarcely an inch from his nose.

"You must think outside of the box," she replied with a smirk, beginning to shrug off her jumpsuit. She danced on the spot as she struggled to get it past her flared hips and her plump rear, making her voluptuous body shake, her breasts swaying like a pair of pendulums. She finally managed to pull it down, Boyd dodging a knee as she stepped out of the legs and set the garment on a low bench to their right. She wore no underwear, not because she had been expecting this encounter, but because the temperature on the station was already too hot for her liking. More layers of clothing would only worsen her discomfort.

"That's more of an ask when you're inside a literal box," Boyd muttered, his eyes tracing the curves of her fertile figure. "What are you going to do, lie on the floor? I don't think the booth is big enough..."

"This is your problem, Agent Boyd," she said in a mocking tone as she turned her back to him. His field of view was filled with her ample rear, her stature putting it about level with his navel, the hourglass curve of her waist drawing his eyes with a magnetic power. Despite her weight, the muscle that was required to keep her Polar body aloft in the one-point-three Gs of her homeworld made her cheeks wonderfully round and toned, like a pair of exercise balls being pressed tightly together. Her fluffy tail brushed his face playfully, the appendage emerging from her lower back between the dimples of Venus that were just visible beneath her snowy coat. "You can quote the regs, but you lack...imagination."

"And who was it that saved our asses from that squid monster back on the ice moon?" he protested. "I didn't see you coming up with any creative solutions. Or how about that time we had to escape that drug den on Ceres?"

She dropped to her knees heavily, raising her rump so that it was level with his crotch, turning to look back at him over her shoulder. He shivered as her tail caressed the bulge in his pants, her blue eyes flashing.

"I'm trying to seduce you, pridurok. Now, are you going to fuck me or not?"

He fumbled with his zipper as she grinned at him, her blue, reflective eyes watching as he freed his erection. She brushed his aching member with her tail as it wound around his waist like a furry lasso, Lorza drawing him closer. She reached back, spreading one of her cheeks to expose her loins, the doughy layer of fat bulging between her fingers. The rosy pink contrasted beautifully with her pristine fur, her lips puffy and flushed, aching for his touch. His eyes followed a strand of her juices as it drooped from her lustrous vulva, the clear fluid sparkling in the light, like oozing nectar leaking from the folded petals of a rose.

Boyd sank his fingers into her rump, watching as they were engulfed by her quivering flesh, like pushing his hands into a velvet pillow. He gripped her love handles for leverage as the tip of his member slid between her lips, the two of them stifling a gasp in unison as a spark of pleasure rocked them.

"No time for games," she said, backing up into him abruptly. Her weight trapped him against the wall, her rump wide enough that her plentiful cheeks spilled around his waist, the impact sending a tremor through them. His eyes widened as she took his member all the way to the base in one smooth motion, his hips sinking deep into her flesh, Boyd doubling over as she forced the air from his lungs. She was so wide that he could have perched a computer monitor on her lower back and comfortably used her ass as a desk.

He was engulfed by her shifting, clenching insides, her delicate flesh clinging to his shaft like a latex glove. Her toned muscles pressed down on him from beyond the slimy, warm walls of her seizing passage, exerting an intense pressure. Her spine arched beautifully as she pushed back against him, her matted fur brushing against his balls, wet with her fluids.

"How about...a little warning...next time," he gasped as he caught his breath, Lorza smirking at him over her shoulder.

"An agent should be able to handle unexpected situations," she purred, pulling away from him. He looked down between her cheeks, watching as his length emerged from her pink lips, his skin glazed with a shining layer of her excitement. When only his glans was still inside her, she pushed back again, forcing him up against the wall as she buried him in her velutinous depths.

Lorza found a pace that suited her, but which kept Boyd on edge, slowly rocking back against him as she let her weight do most of the work. She was on all fours, her head brushing the door, the changing room scarcely large enough to accommodate her. The cushion of her rump made their coupling almost silent, but he worried for the integrity of the booth. The last thing they needed was to send the wall crashing down, if such a thing were possible.

His misgivings about them being caught in the act by a curious employee slowly faded as the pleasure began to get the better of him, her insides shifting and roiling, her muscles kneading him like a fist clad in a velvet glove. He began to meet Lorza's thrusts, pushing deeper, his member kissing her furthest reaches. She shivered and sighed as his shaft scraped against her tender passage, her insides narrowing around him, the heat and friction making his head spin. He could feel every bump and wrinkle as it raked across his glans, gliding up and down his length, caressing him from every angle.

He turned his attention to her butt, combing his fingers through her inviting fur, sinking his hands deep into her flesh until he felt the steely muscle beneath tense. The impact of their impromptu lovemaking sent waves through her cheeks, making them wobble with each thrust, her heavy breasts swinging as her pace increased. She leaned her forearms against the door, making it shake in its frame, the sliding lock rattling.

She was nearing her limit, he could feel it in the way that her dripping loins were milking him, her pace becoming erratic as she tried to satisfy her burning need. She began to circle her hips, stirring him around inside her, holding him aloft as he clung to her rump. Boyd reached down and gripped the base of her tail, tugging it sharply, feeling the appendage tighten around his waist like a belt. Lorza lifted her head, a hand moving to her mouth as she stifled a yelp. She glared at him over her shoulder, her ears flattening against her cropped hair, but the lascivious glint in her blue eyes betrayed her.

"What?" he asked, feigning confusion. "You said that agents should be able to handle surprises, right?"

"Such disrespect," she muttered. "I will get you back for that, malish."

The base of a Borealan's tail was full of sensitive nerve endings, making it a highly erogenous zone. She couldn't keep a straight face as he gave it another tug, the muscles that ran up her spine tensing, the Polar throwing her head back as she loosed a silent snarl. Her loins sealed around his throbbing member like he was being vacuum-packed in wet satin, Boyd gritting his teeth as a pulse of pleasure rocked him, his feline partner lifting his feet from the floor as she pushed back against him.

Now it was his turn to stifle a moan as the ceaseless flexing and sucking of her loins drew out his climax, Boyd taking handfuls of her fur as his member jumped and throbbed inside her. Lorza's slippery walls clamped down on him as she felt his warmth pour into her, the Polar sucking in a sharp gasp, his lower body vanishing between her cheeks as she tried to take him deeper. One of her furry hands darted between her thick thighs, rubbing her damp mound furiously as her climax neared, ropes of her juices drooping from her swollen lips. Her clinging walls pulsated around him, the ruthless stroking of her wet flesh forcing more of his emission out of him, the pleasure coursing through him like he had touched a live wire. The sensation of her slimy, velvet insides sliding against his glans made him see stars, his climax heightening his senses to the point that he had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out and alerting the cashier.

There was a scraping sound as Lorza dug her claws into the wooden door, leaving scars in the blue paint, lost in her fugue as her massive body shook and shivered. Boyd could feel every wave of her orgasm as it crashed over her, her loins wringing his erection, begging for every drop that he could give her.

As her bliss gradually receded, she sank to the floor, bringing Boyd down with her. She tried not to pant too loudly, cooling herself off, as her people lacked the ability to sweat. He found himself draped over one of her plush thighs, his afterglow making his legs unsteady as he lifted himself off her, her long tail unwinding from around his waist. They shivered together as he slid out of her, an aftershock making her mewl.

The narrow bench creaked as he sat down on it, his eyes playing across her prone figure, his still swollen member wet with a blend of their sordid fluids. The arch of her hip was even more pronounced when she lay on her side, gravity squashing her bountiful breasts together, the confined space forcing her to curl up like a giant cat sitting in its owner's lap.

"Satisfied?" he asked, thanking his stars that none of the employees had come to check on them yet.

"For now," she cooed, giving him a smirk as she climbed to her feet. "How long do we have before the Chief expects us back?" she asked as she reached for her jumpsuit and began to pull it back on. He was transfixed for a moment, his eyes drawn to her shaking hips and swaying bosom as she struggled into the tight garment.

"Another half-hour," he replied, checking his visor.

"Just enough time to clean up and get a bite to eat," she said with a grin. "I always get so hungry after sex."

"When are you ever not hungry?" he joked, the Polar shooting him a sideways glance as she struggled to drag her zipper past her stomach. She drew closer to him, pressing her breasts together with her upper arms and leaning forward, letting the cascade of wobbling meat and fluffy fur bury him. She laughed as he struggled to free himself, his red face emerging from the depths of her cleavage.

"You'd soon complain if I went on a diet," she purred, "there would be so much less of me to play with..."

***

Boyd and Lorza were waiting for Moralez as he emerged from the recreation center, the Polar finishing up the last of a large sandwich that was dripping with mayonnaise. She licked her furry fingers clean as the pair made their way over to him, Boyd sparing her a disgusted look as her pink tongue coiled around her digits like a snake.

"We just saw three very pissed off SWAR types leave in a huff," Boyd said, sidling up beside Moralez as they resumed their walk to the residential quarter. "I don't suppose you got anything of use out of them before they stormed off?"

"They didn't tell me a damned thing," Moralez replied, "but it's what they didn't say that interests me."

"How so?" Lorza asked, crumpling up her wrapper and stuffing it in the pocket of her grey overalls.

"I thought it was weird that all the SWAR guys that I've seen so far have been quadruple amputees," he began. "Not one of them had three prosthetics, or two. Not one had a partial amputation. They're pretty devoid of scars for people who have suffered some of the worst injuries imaginable. It's not impossible that the organization recruits people who meet those specific criteria exclusively, but when I pressed them for details about their service and their injuries, they stonewalled me. I've met some guys who didn't want to talk about the stuff they went through, but people are usually happy to tell war stories, especially with those who've shared their experiences. This was different."