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Draft - Remiel's Fall From Grace - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2020-06-17 14:01:01 +0000 UTCThis is a fairly polished draft, but do let me know if you spot something.
Remiel has just boarded the transport that will take him from Trinity Stronghold to Earth only to find he's profoundly attracted to Ramda Uweko, its herm wolf hybrid captain.
No matter how hard Remiel tries to bury these feelings with doubt and self loathing, Ramda's kindness and charisma keep digging them up. Soon Remiel's running out of stamina while Ramda has just gotten started.
Will Remiel succeed in fending off a wolf determined to show him the ecstasy of knowing his true self only to remain ignorant and alone?
Sometimes the best option when being chased by a wolf is to stop running and just accept your fate.
Remiel's Fall From Grace - Chapter 1
by Zmeydros
(Edited by Tiliquain and Sheera Castellar)
It had been silly of me to expect I'd get some relief from the Bible cult that was Trinity Stronghold before I made it to Earth. Even in the disembarkation section of Firmament Station, one could not escape the shiny sky-blue treatment that had been done to every wall and ceiling. No matter how many times they told me it resembled God's presence in the world, I still thought it was a color best used in moderation. It was making the coolest thing I'd likely do in my entire life feel like a farce.
Once I got on the ship at the far end of the long hallway in front of me, I'd do my best to never come back. No more offhand comments about how I should cut my long curly dirty-blonde hair. No more awkward, hour-long inquisitions when a family member caught me using a female avatar in a game. And no more God damn sky blue on everything!
Josiah was giving one of his speeches that consisted of a barely-coherent stream of lines stolen from Christian inspirational posters. A couple minutes later, however, he said something that piqued my interest: "Now, y'all should know, Captain Uweko is an abomination to God, but none of you are to say that to her face or there will be consequences. Not only did her great grandfather found MiraManna Inc., but she's been our most reliable transport to earth for the last ten years. You will treat her with the respect you'd treat any of your higher-ups."
"An abomination, what do you mean?" Hosanna asked.
How I knew her was nothing special; we were just two mid-level office gophers doing the bidding of people paid three times our salary. Her uniform was exactly like mine, except for the fact that hers had mauve panels of color amongst the pure white, while mine had dark blue panels. They looked like someone's wild concept art of Christians in space more than something someone should actually wear, and crosses were hidden at every intersection between the Picasso-like mosaic of white and colored panels.
"Captain Uweko has perverted the body God gave her by modding herself with animal traits," Josiah answered.
My heart started thumping in my chest. I'd never seen a hybrid in person. I had to meet Captain Uweko.
"So, she's a hybrid," Hosanna said.
"No, she is an abomination. Do not forget that pity for those who lose their way is also a form of respect. Pity shows strength." Josiah looked ten years younger as he spoke, his hundred-and-sixty-centimeter-tall frame brimming with confidence. I had a strong suspicion he'd been a preacher before he joined MiraManna. It was, sadly, very common.
I zoned out for a couple lines of his speech where he referenced random Bible verses, but then his frantic hand gestures caught my attention as if he was a snake charmer and I was the snake.
Now he was spouting familiar, mildly disturbing, Trinity Stronghold rhetoric I'd heard a thousand times. "Pity is that burning hope in our hearts that lost souls will find the strength to reclaim their righteousness. It is a belief that all people can give up their sinful lives and come to God to be cleansed. All are equal under God. All have the potential to be saved." He looked us over with his light blue eyes. "Any other questions or comments?"
Everyone was silent because everyone had zoned out the moment he started ranting. It was his fifth sermon-like outburst since he'd gathered us up in the lobby.
"Good." His close-cropped brown-and-grey-dappled hair shook as he made impassioned gestures that could be mistaken for martial-arts moves. "As MiraManna Inc.'s head representative on your voyage to Earth, it is time for me to guide you down the path to our collective salvation. Prepare to board, believers!" He outstretched his hands toward the offensively-well-lit long sky-blue hallway ahead of us and then started pushing his luggage cart, taking the lead.
I groaned quietly as I went back to pushing my luggage cart. It squeaked, it swerved, and I had to fight it for every foot it traveled. And whenever I pushed off of my right foot, I squeezed water out of my sock, causing it to slosh around in my shoe. This morning had not gone well.
"You okay there, Remiel?" Hosanna asked, pulling her luggage cart up next to mine.
"Of course I'd get the only broken one. Story of my life," I said. Normally, I tried to smile and help everyone feel everything was okay, but I'd already run out of my daily allotment of fake smiles.
"Do you want to push my cart instead? You've probably pushed that one five kilometers. I'm sure I can handle pushing yours a few hundred meters." Her voice had this lilting quality that reminded me of the way a butterfly bounced on its way to a flower.
Scrounging around inside myself, I found one last fake smile. "I'll be okay."
"I'll just hang back with you so you don't feel like a slowpoke, then," she said.
"But I am a slowpoke. Everybody's nearly at the airlock," I said.
"Everyone knows it's not by choice," she said.
In a parallel universe Hosanna and I were probably a couple, but in this universe I had had too many bad experiences with complex, anxiety-inducing Christian courtship machinations. No one was supposed to have a sex drive, but everyone was supposed to make babies. I simply couldn't do the math.
Plus, I wasn't at all attractive and Hosanna's continued kindness could easily have been because she felt sorry for me.
As I got within fifty meters of the airlock, it opened and I saw a two-meter-tall wolf hybrid walk out. Then the janky front left wheel on my cart got stuck.
The wheel was caught on a tiny seam in the floor, but when I tried to push it over the seam, it thumped, squealed, and then cracked in two.
The cart lurched to the side. The forty-centimeter-long greenish gray suitcase that held my VR gaming rig slid off of the top and crashed to the hard ceramic floor.
Hosanna gasped in surprise as I winced, hoping nothing had gotten damaged.
"This day just gets better and better," I muttered under my breath as I grabbed the handle of another suitcase that was starting to slide off the stack.
Running up and leaning against my suitcases so they wouldn't fall, Hosanna yelled, "Hey! Can we get some help?"
I heard boots swiftly thumping on the floor and looked up to see a hundred and thirty kilograms of female wolf hybrid charging toward us. There was a lot of Captain Uweko and I was so lost in her curves that I nearly forgot what I was doing. She was wearing this revealing tan and grey captain's uniform that went perfectly with the dark and light striations of the purplish-red fur that covered her form. Fur that was lighter on the front, and darker on her sides and back.
She didn't just have one set of cleavage. Below her round uppermost pair of breasts was a second smaller pair and below them was the faint outline of a third pair. When my eyes moved lower, I froze worse than my broken cart. There was an obvious bulge in her crotch.
I bit my lip as heat rushed to every centimeter of my skin. Had I gone too long without getting off or something? I felt like I'd been dipped in warm honey.
Grabbing a suitcase that was threatening to fall off, Captain Uweko said, "Let's get all these bags off the cart." She set the bag down and then caught the handles of two more and lifted them as if they were empty. Just how strong was she?
When she set those bags down and Hosanna started struggling to pull a crate off of my cart, I realized I'd just been standing there.
As I shook myself out of my stupor and started helping them, Captain Uweko turned around and said, "Luke, your quarters are closest to the airlock; I want you to bring your cart out to us after you've unloaded it."
Luke's red hair was cut so short it was more like peach fuzz. He said, "Will do, Ma'am."
"Good. Josiah has the manifest and can direct you to your quarters," she said as she stacked a couple suitcases.
Josiah, and the other employees, piled into the large airlock while we worked to unload all the belongings I'd be bringing to earth.
It was frustrating that I couldn't stop glancing at Captain Uweko. Hosanna seemed to be struggling to keep her eyes on what she was doing as well. But her eyes were following Captain Uweko's fluffy wolf tail, which made far more sense than what I was fixated on.
No matter what I did to distract myself, my eyes kept finding Uweko's breasts and bulge. And the more I stared at them, the more my body tingled. This went on until I stood up after unloading the last bag from my cart and found I had the world's stiffest boner.
Blushing, I grabbed my Firmament Station Welcome Bag and held it in front of my crotch. This was the worst time for my body to act up. How was I going to make a good impression on her while I was this embarrassed? Why did I want to make a good impression? Oh God, this was the same nervousness I got whenever I was trying to hit on a girl.
No, that couldn't be, I'd never met a starship captain and I was understandably excited.
That didn't explain my erection, though. Not that erections always needed a reason to be a pain.
"I'm Ramda Uweko, and you are?"
I blinked twice before I realized Ramda was talking to me and holding out her paw-padded hand for a handshake. Scrambling to catch up with the social situation, I reached out with my left hand. "Remiel. T-thanks for your help."
She pulled her right hand back and brought out her left to shake mine. With a big smile that showed her pointy teeth, she said, "You're welcome."
I'd reached out with the wrong hand! Stupid!
The feeling of her paw pads made me short of breath. They were smooth but also had a bit of roughness. Like, if your skin moved across them, they resisted the movement, but when your hand was still they felt smooth. Oh shit! I was still holding her hand!
"You're shaking, dear, come here." She tugged me toward her. "Booze will cost you extra, but hugs are free."
I stumbled toward her with a white-knuckled grip on the Welcome Bag as my face fell into her cleavage. My right hand, still clutching the bag, slid under her large balls into the space between her thighs as she leaned forward.
I'd never touched anyone else's balls before and the butterflies in my stomach went on a rampage. Feeling the heat between her thighs and the weight of her balls resting atop my fist made my erection surge in my pants. The first part of a moan squeaked out as I tried to control myself. I could feel all six of her breasts pressing against me.
Her scent reminded me of roasted marshmallows and lavender. My shaking stopped as I hooked my free arm around her and hugged her back.
"See? I knew you were a hugger." She gave me a squeeze before releasing me.
As I left her arms, her balls rubbed against the back of my hand and my cock twitched in my pants. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
This was so dumb. Here I was getting all excited from a simple hug. I probably would've been equally turned on by hugging a woman in that situation because I wasn't familiar with touching people's groins in general. Even though it had happened by accident, there was something thrilling and forbidden about it.
Ramda either hadn't even noticed or saw no reason to make a big deal out of it. God, I was so closeted.
"While we wait, you two got any questions about my ship or interstellar travel?" Ramda asked.
Hosanna made a cute "hmm" noise as she thought. "Does your ship have any weapons?"
"Nope, I only travel on groomed routes, so we don't have to worry about pirates at anvil points," she said.
Tilting her head, Hosanna said, "Wouldn't it be better to have weapons just in case?"
"If we had weapons, we wouldn't be protected by the Aphelem Accord," Ramda said.
"What's that?" Hosanna asked.
"It's basically like the Geneva Convention, but for space," I said.
"Exactly." One of Ramda's pointy canine ears flicked as the floor vents stirred up the air, heating the hallway.
During a short pause where both Hosannah and I squeed over seeing Ramda's ear move, I realized I had some questions I wanted to ask. "What's the name of your ship?"
"The Gluttonous Pixie," she grinned.
"That has to be a joke," Hosanna said.
"Nope, no joke." She pulled back the sleeve of her uniform revealing a purple-tinged-bronze-colored smart bracelet. A green holographic image of her ship popped into view. It was a simple design: two rectangles on either side of a disk. It kinda looked like a watch with its band lying flat.
She touched the forward rectangular section and the central disk and they dropped from view leaving the aft rectangular section that had the engines. "Oberfesk Ship Systems builds modular ships that are great for people starting a business. This section was my entire ship when I started out. Because she was a small nimble transport, I called her the Zippy Pixie."
She pulled up the rectangle that had been on the opposite side of the central disk and pushed it into the first rectangle. "When I upgraded, she was a bit less nimble, but could carry more, so I called her the Barbarian Pixie."
We laughed.
Pulling apart the two rectangles, she brought out the central disk section and connected them to it. "And...ta-da! Adding this conference space, storage, and biome module made her look and handle like a Gluttonous Pixie."
"When you explain it like that..." Hosannah gave a theatrical pause. "It still doesn't make sense."
Ramda's thunderous laugh could be felt in my chest. I couldn't help but smile at how amused she was. If you'd asked me what a wolf smiling looked like, I would've never imagined what I saw before me. Ramda's face had more muscles than a dog's and was just as expressive as anyone else's. Plus, she had the bonus of ears and a tail. Both of which were active as she laughed. Her tail bobbed while her ears lay flat against her head.
She put a paw-padded hand on Hosanna's shoulder. "You and I will get along just fine."
I must've looked like I was feeling left out, because Ramda's other paw landed on my shoulder. "You too, Remiel. I always get along best with huggers."
After smiling and wondering whether her kind words were because she pitied me, I asked, "What's the bridge like? Do you have a neural interface? Is there a joystick? Does your ship have robots that help repair it and clean up messes? Do plants provide the oxygen?" I stopped, realizing I'd been asking every question as it popped into my mind.
"Cold, yes but it sometimes gives me a headache, yes but it's broken, yeah, and yes but only if I listen to our botanist and leave them alone," she said, not missing a beat.
The airlock opened and Luke started walking toward us, pushing his cart.
"I bet you have a lot more questions," Ramda said, "How about I give you access to all the different crew areas, so long as they aren't high-security?"
My jaw dropped. "Y-you'd do that?"
"Just one sec." Her eyes became distant, darting around to things I couldn't see since she was using her implant. Then she looked at me and brought her smart bracelet near my face. "And done."
Hosanna said, "Ooh, I'm jealous!"
"Would you like access too?" Ramda asked.
Hosanna shook her head, "Nah, I was just teasing. The less I know about the ship, the better. Josiah spent twenty minutes this morning trying to calm me and Caleb's pre-flight jitters."
Having been distracted long enough that my erection had softened, I put my Welcome Bag down and helped everyone load Luke's luggage cart.
"If you're a planet-lover, I suggest you spend time in the biome. It helps loads with space anxiety," Ramda said as she piled on twice as many bags as the rest of us. I wanted to know the secret to her fitness routine. Sure, she was big, but there had to be more to it. Her muscles were gorgeous.
Once the cart was loaded, Ramda pushed it to the airlock for me and I just followed behind her trying not to stare at her tail, or the curve of her nice toned ass, and failed on both counts.
All the industrial pipes, feedthroughs, and panels in the disembarkation airlock were also sky blue, making it very hard to identify individual components.
As we waited for the airlock to cycle, Luke asked, "Captain, do you mind if I ask a personal question?"
"Not at all, I'm an open book," she said.
"What do you consider your gender to be?" Luke asked.
"What the fuck, Luke?!" Hosanna said.
"What? I asked if she minded, first. Isn't that how you're supposed to ask those sorts of questions?" Luke said.
I put my head in my hands. Luke was worse than me. He had no filter and that was a liability on Trinity Stronghold. The fact he was being sent along with us supported my theory that MiraManna shipped all their biggest misfits to earth.
"I consider myself female-leaning as far as gender. I tell people I'm just shy of a tomboy because I like lots of male-coded activities, but I also enjoy painting my claws and wearing dresses sometimes. To answer the question about my physiology that I think you were actually asking: I'm a hermaphrodite. I have both sets of genitals." Ramda had no tension in her voice. If the words had been different, I would've assumed we were having a cozy conversation in her living room.
"Wow, okay," Luke said.
"Are you happy now, Luke?" Hosanna said.
"I appreciate the concern, Hosanna, but I don't mind answering those sorts of questions one bit. I prefer to have everything out in the open," Ramda said.
My erection was threatening to come back. It had been quite warm behind her balls. Did my knuckle graze her...I grabbed the Welcome Bag off the luggage cart and held it in front of my crotch saying, "Glad I caught this before it fell off. I think I'll just carry it."
Thankfully, before anyone could respond, or even think about what I'd said, the airlock door opened along with the outer door to the Gluttonous Pixie.
END OF CHAPTER 1
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