Spaceflights of Fancy Ch. 03

Mimi settled into her co-captain's chair with a long, content sigh. Mimi had felt she belonged in space since she was a very little girl and watched a spacefaring vessel take off towards the stars for the very first time. It was her earliest memory, but she could remember it like it was yesterday. Pulling on her very patient father's hair and pointing up towards the glorious burn of the rockets. Now, the tigress was proud to say, she had her very own starship.

Even though there were many more powerful ships in the galaxy, there was always a 'bigger fish', the tigress still felt at great peace when aboard their mighty starship. In a life that could so often feel hectic and out of anyone's control, flying aboard her starship made her feel self-assured, like the master of her own destiny. When standing on the bridge, she liked to think of herself as the queen of space itself as they flew their ship, named BW-69, towards their next mission. It was reassuring and relieved more stress than any trip to the spa or a therapist.

Yet, this feeling of peace came at odds with the great danger they were in, dangers that Mimi knew full too well. A failure in a half a dozen sensitive, extremely complex parts could lead to an instant yet gruesome death. Every space hand that Mimi had ever met called space "The Black" for good reason, although none seemed sure where the term had come from. Mimi figured that was because every astronaut had a different relationship with, they all had their individual memories and tragedies. The faces of comrades made and all too often comrades lost. Even Mimi, with her love of the stars, felt the coldness in that inky darkness outside their hull. Almost menacing with all the space hands it had thoughtlessly taken. Even as she was wrapped in her electric blanket, a steaming mug of coffee carefully perched on her command console, she felt a little cold staring out into it. When help could be thousands of lightyears away and seconds could matter, space travel was not only dangerous, but could feel very cold and lonely, even when with a crew.

Luckily, Mimi wasn't alone and she never felt alone thanks to Damien! Sure, the conditions outside their ship were harsh and unforgiving, that seemed to make her ship feel all the more cozy. A great big metal cocoon she liked to think of it as, even if 'cozy' might strike some as a strange description for a forty-two thousand ton warship, but it was their warship and Mimi loved it.

The vessel had been a gift from Damien's father, a very generous gift it had to be said, even if it only was given to them after his company was finished with it.

Black Wing Security Solutions was a mercenary group that liked to hide that fact as much as possible behind as much marketing fluff and legal red tape. BWSS operated a huge star fleet that rivaled and indeed surpassed many governments in the galaxy. Matter of fact, several star ports had given up providing their own security and had instead contracted the job of patrolling their territory to Black Wing instead. Jahar Sr. was famous, or perhaps more accurately infamous, around the galaxy. But of the many things that were said about him, half-assing was never one of them. Every ship his company ordered came equipped with the best, most cutting edge technology he could get his hand on. So even though their ship was 15 years old, and most ships of its age were either due for substantial up-fitting or retirement, BW-69 was still lightyears ahead of what most independent captains like Damien could afford on their own.

The biggest problem with their vessel, in Damien's opinion, was the name. Their hull still carried the same designation as when it had flown as a troop transport ship for the private army. BW69, for the 69th hull flown under the Black Wing colors. Damien desperately wanted to change the name. For one, he felt it lacked creativity for an explorer's ship. Secondly, he wasn't exactly thrilled to have the name of his company on the side of his vessel, even if he and his father were on good terms he was attempting to cement a legacy of his own. Mimi, however, had wanted to keep the name. As a rule the tigress wasn't superstitious, believing that any space pilot who depended on 'good luck' to conquer the black was doomed. She did believe that a pilot could make his own 'luck' at times, and subscribed to the old seafarer's myth that changing the name of a ship was bad luck.

Perhaps she was right, there were many blockades they had passed right through once their opposing force saw the name Black Wing. The organization's fearsome reputation preceding them, even with only tenuous ties to the company. It didn't hurt the ship hadn't just kept the name from its old owner. All the military grade sensing equipment and weaponry was still aboard as well. It was a few years out of date and would be unlikely to put up much of a fight against a modern warship, but it was still way better than any pirate ship could bring to battle. In conclusion, the BW69 was fast, powerfully armed, and surprisingly luxurious for a battle wagon, it even had low lightyears on the odometer. Its dark hull flew like a shadow among the stars and made Mimi and Damien feel powerful, and it was an addictive feeling.

Mimi and Damien used the power of their ship to its full advantage, funding their explorations to find the forgotten and unknown, by working as an overly armed cruise ship. They had taken a small loan to remodel the old troop carrier's berths into more luxurious accommodations. They used their muscle to fly into areas that others weren't brave enough, or too smart, to fly to. Bringing cargo and people into war zones, pirates infested pace, and completely uncharted territory. At least, in theory. Most of the people who chartered their services were boring old rich people who had conned themselves into thinking they were too important to fly commercial, or even one of the more mainstream charters.

Babysitters for the rich, powerful, and often delusional was hardly the career path either of them had wanted, but they could have done worse. Their business provided a good flow of credits, money which they desperately needed to support their true passion, archeology, and allowed them to see part of space they would have never seen otherwise. Their last voyage, for instance, had been ferrying an 18-year-old girl and all her friends to the Four Seasons Armstrong that took up one of the 4 moons that orbited Base Armstrong. Her parents had paid three hundred thousand dollars plus expenses to fly her such a short distance, their engines hadn't even gotten warm. Then Mimi and Damien got to spend a long weekend basically on vacation in a resort they never could have afforded on their own, some of their scarier and more intimidating crewmen as bodyguards for the client. The hardest part had been mooring their massive battleship among the tiny personal spacecraft in the pathetically tiny spaceport attached to the hotel.

Now they were using those not-so-hard earned credits to go on their latest exploration.

They were flying towards a promising scan their computers had picked up a few weeks ago, although they weren't entirely sure what it was. A small planet, a big asteroid. Perhaps even just an abandoned space station? In truth, they had low expectations for his expedition. Their best case scenario, or at least the most realistic one, was to find a big space rock teeming with ore to fill their hold with. A boring yet highly profitable 'adventure' out in space. Mimi didn't really care though, all that mattered to her at the end of the day was being out among the stars with her beloved folf, and she really couldn't think of anything else she'd rather be doing.

Sitting in her co-captain's chair and musing about how great their life was together, even if it could become stressful to keep BW69 spaceborne, Mimi turned to her handsome mate. Damien was sitting in the captain's chair, a joystick in his left hand, a small keyboard under his right for tapping in commands. Mimi loved watching Damien pilot the BW69, it was always a joy to watch anyone when in their element. And Damien was certainly in his element. The folf wore a look of deep concentration as he read the various monitors and gauges that read back the ship's status. Many dismissed the job of being a space pilot, claiming the "computer does most of the work anyway." But there was still plenty for a space pilot to do, lest a bug in the navigational computer unwittingly led you into a restricted area of space or too close to the orbit of a sun. The engines needed constant monitoring, as if even a brief blip in power could be fatal, and most importantly of all, Damien had his girlfriend in the passenger seat shooting 'fuck me eyes' at him.

"How is she flying, stud?" She asked, mostly to make conversation. Breaking the silence with a flirty grin that went unnoticed because the folf was so absorbed into his work. They hadn't been talking much in the last two days since taking off from Armstrong, instead flying in companionable silence, each processing and decompressing after a very eventful twenty-four hours 'on planet'.

"Like a Class Four warship." Damien said in a flat tone. The response might have sounded glib, dismissive of his girlfriend. But there was a faint smile curving at the folf's lips. He loved flying his warship, and he knew how much it turned his girlfriend on as he did it. He flashed her a smoldering look, looking and feeling Tom Cruise in Top Gun.

The two furs stared at each other for a long, sexy yet silent moment. They said nothing, but seemed to be having a deep conversation exclusively via eye contact. In unison the couple stood and with unspoken consent headed back to the captain's quarters. The loud beep of the ship's autopilot system engaging as Damien left the captain's chair.

Damien and Mimi's shared Captain's Quarters, located just behind the bridge. Much like everything on the BW-69, their bedroom was surprisingly spacious and luxurious. A king-size bed with luxurious bedding, the Black Wing logo still embroidered into the comforter. Not one but two gigantic screens mounted in the wall, one for watching movies and the other relaying a constant stream of information. Handy for Damien, as he could continue to monitor the ship while off the bridge. The two screens were mounted right above a gas fireplace, which added a great deal of warmth, both literally and figuratively. It was a considerable luxury aboard a spacecraft, although Mimi found herself hoping she would never have to live without one. Even with the ship's heating system working on full blast, the massive steel ship could feel very cold at times.

There were other creature comforts that had been added after they'd taken ownership of the vessel. For instance, soft carpet now covered the cold steel deck and they had spent a lot of money to get a large floor to ceiling window that allowed for some incredible views while they laid in bed. After all, you didn't exactly have to worry about things like privacy when the closest life form was hundreds of lightyears away. Mimi had spent more than one passion filled evening pressed up against that thick, cool glass and had thought the window was worth every penny each time. Although sometimes, after a particularly powerful thrust from her lover, she imagined the seams of the window giving way and throwing them both out into space, neither a comforting nor sexy image. Of course, even when Mimi decided to let Damien on top she still held the leash in their relationship, a point she had made very clear in Washington Park. Tonight, Mimi decided that she would retain total control, and already a few ideas were in her head as she considered how to best take advantage of their empty ship.

It would have been nice to bring their crew along, it was hard to have too many hands aboard a spaceship. But to hire the crew would have been cost prohibitive on a voyage they were already all too likely to lose money on, they had yet to turn a profit on a single expedition of theirs yet. However, such worries weren't for right now, Mimi had a different concern on her mind instead. She reached for their special bedside drawer, the spot Mimi was often a little worried someone might choose to look in someday. There was a selection of kinky stuff inside: lube, toys, including the seemingly unnecessary but nonetheless sexy tail plug, and most important of all Damien's leash and collar.

She snapped her fingers and pointed towards the deck, but she needn't have bothered. Damien was a well trained pup... even if only in the bedroom, and knew what Mimi was doing before she could even do it. Before she had even opened the drawer to take out his leash he'd stripped naked, his throbbing red erection straining at the air, and was now sitting on his butt like a feral, looking up at her eagerly and expectantly.

"Good boy..." Mimi cooed affectionally while she slipped the collar around her little subby fuck pet's neck. She took her time, making sure it fit tightly yet not too tight and had locked securely in place. In her years, Mimi had discovered that it was so often the details that mattered most when making love, and that held doubly true when you were a Mistress with a partner who was so much stronger than you. Damien was a good boy, and could usually be relied on to do as he was told, but if you really wanted to make him feel small and submissive you had to lay your groundwork.

"Speak?" Mimi ordered next, asserting her authority and testing her pet's submissiveness that evening. Plus, it was just hot to hear him bark like a feral. It stirred a passionate lust inside her heat, tugging at some instinctual desire in Mimi's heart she couldn't describe nor fully understand for herself. What she did know, it was hard for her to keep herself from jumping Damien's bones as he barked for her.

"Woof!" Her precious, obedient, sexy mate responded eagerly, almost too eagerly. Perhaps it was because the ship was empty and the folf wasn't feeling as self-conscious as he typically did, but Mimi suspected he was hoping for something.

"What is it you want, boy?" She asked in a stern yet affectionate voice.

Damien's face quickly turned sheepish, and he couldn't quite look her in the eye as he almost whispered his request. "Boobs?" He whimpered.

Mimi hesitated for a moment and then laughed. It was a simple request that may have confused most people, had they been in the room to witness the exchange between the couple, but Mimi knew full well what he meant. The tigress liked to describe herself as a 'living balloon' after the accident back in college. During a peculiar incident that Mimi wasn't allowed to describe per the settlement with the college, her body had become stretchy and elastic. In the years since, Mini had learned how to use this ability to inflate any part of her body, pretty much any way she wanted at will. With a simple pump, she could almost effortlessly fake massive muscles, plump up her figure, or just give herself a round belly as if she was pregnant. Once, she'd even puffed out her clit to allow Damien the chance to suck on it like a cock! Typically, Mimi used this when they were 'on planet' as a way to make herself look a little sexier and to make haggling with shopkeepers easier, but she also often did it in the bedroom as well. Even though Damien worked hard to hide the fact, not wanting to hurt her feelings, the size-obsessed folf couldn't help but lust over her curvier body she wore while they shopped for supplies. Generally, he did a pretty good job hiding it, but Mimi had noticed the sadness in her eyes whenever she deflated her body to its normal size for both comfort and convenience.

It surprised her that he'd actually requested that she inflate his body for his satisfaction, and was inclined to do it just to reward him to be honest with his desires. Sometimes, as a mistress, though, you had to say 'no' just to remind your submissive who was really in charge. "Not today, but if you're a really good boy and make your Mistress feel extra good I'll inflate myself as big as you want me to next time." Damien's face lit up like a Christmas tree at the promise, and Mimi wondered if she had perhaps not realized what she was getting into when she had made such a promise. She had yet to discover an upper limit to her inflation, and hoped she wouldn't because of the lustful desires of her boyfriend. She shook off the unpleasant thought of popping and returned to the fun at hand. "Now be a good boy and play dead."

Damien enthusiastically dropped to the ground at her order, clearly wanting to earn that inflation she had just promised. He rolled onto his back, sprawling his legs and arms against the ground in a very exaggerated fashion and allowing his long pink tongue to roll out of his mouth, flopping amusingly against his cheek. Although, while it was a good effort, his erection standing like a tower above his lap didn't exactly look very dead.

"Good boy!" Mimi cooed regardless, bending down on one knee to scratch behind her subby boyfriend's ear. Keeping such a tight leash around his neck, literally or metaphorically, was such a rush for her. "Good boy!" She repeated, moving her hand down his chest over his muscular belly before reaching the base of his cock. He whimpered as she teased his pubic fur, wondering if she would actually begin to stroke him, but she withdrew her hand, not wanting to get that sexual, not yet. She was going to drag this out as long as she could!

Instead, she grabbed his leash and collar and tugged it towards the direction of the door. "Come on, stud." She said, "Let's go for walkies!"

Damien hesitated for a moment. The massive ship was presently empty, they had no passengers, and they couldn't afford to hire their crew for a two-week excursion that would potentially make no money. But something about being led around the ship on all fours with just a leash and collar on made his insides turn. This was the type of thing they did in the privacy of their bedroom... and apparently very occasionally behind some bushes in a park. If not for the promise of hot, inflation sex later he probably would have refused. But Mimi was insistent, he could tell from the way she had her hand perched on her hip and the expectant glare in her eye.

Mimi would never really force him into doing something he genuinely didn't want to do. Having said that, she would no doubt use his desire to please her to make him do things he was otherwise reluctant to do. After all, wouldn't be a "good boy" if he refused to go on their walk, and he wanted to be a good boy! So, Damien took a deep breath, did his best to remind himself that there was none else on the ship to see him like this, and followed her out of their bedroom back onto the bridge. They paused just for a moment, Damien double checking to ensure everything was still proceeding as it should, before Mimi walked her pet around the ship.

Despite the ship's massive size, 'walking around the ship' didn't take long. The uppermost decks, where the bridge, captain's and crew quarters, plus mainframe were all located, occupied a small dome in the very center atop the ship. "The Bubble" as Mimi and Damien called it, gave the BW69 the appearance of a flying saucer. The bridge and captain's quarters took up the entire top deck, and was where Mimi and Damien started their 'walk' from. Mimi whistles confidently, enjoying the feelings of power control, and even a strange sense of romance while walking her good boy on his leash. The next deck down was the mainframe, where the ship's server was kept, along with a small workshop where they could repair the electrical components that comprised the BW69. The mainframe was Mimi's second favorite part of the ship, only second to the bridge. She did a lot of tinkering down here, and loved to use her special skills with computers to keep this aspect of their ship in top shape. Another deck down was the crew's galley and quarters. There wasn't much interest here, and even if they were in their rights to do so, neither Damien nor Mimi had any desire to go picking through their crew's bunks while they weren't there.