Captain Nakia 2 (Patreon)

Not certain why it was so hard to write this next scene!

Captain Nakia 1

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First Officer Nylizx stood at attention with her arms hanging loosely at her sides, waiting for the shuttle’s door to open. When it finally did, the ringel had to force herself not to drool.

Captain Nakia was a sight to behold. Standing over three meters tall, the sleekest pelt she’d ever seen covered his blocky frame—fine, short fur that hid nothing, showing every muscle, every curve. Furthermore, the black fur was as glossy as onyx, highlighting his body as if he were an anatomical diagram rather than a living, breathing person. In his right paw, he held a glimmering golden staff that was a meter and a half in length.

The anup stood motionless for a long moment before he finally said, “There is a problem?”

“Oh, uh, er…” stammered Nylizx trying to regain her composure. “I was just … under the impression that anup couldn’t survive in an oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere without a breathing mask.”

“Normally, yes, that is vegetable,” said the anup as he stepped down from the ship.

Nylizx cocked her head, wondering what word he had meant. Though his accent was thick, he spoke Ringel so fluently.

In her research, she had learned that anup always left two meters between individuals—at least in public. She had to presume that the giant canids didn’t reproduce by budding and had to get closer in private! But instead, he surprised her by stopping just in front of her. In fact, he stood so close that his toes would be touching hers—had his stance not been two or three times broader. “But to facilitate my interaction with the crew, the company has given me an appliance that can alter my body chemistry and implanted it in my chest.”

Nylizx froze, unsure how to react. Flat-pawed and with the golden spiked fur atop her head flattened down, she stood a respectable eighty-five centimeters in height—a touch shorter than the typical male and a touch taller than the typical female. But all that height put her about even with the anup’s kneecaps. She looked up and up, craning her neck to stare at the captain’s enormous balls hanging low and heavy over her head. Above that, a sheath so huge that she was afraid to imagine the size of the dick hidden inside.

Oh, your poor mate, she thought, trying not to imagine how such a massive tool could split someone in two.

The captain explained, “There is a small port under my left arm. I will need to reload the device with bromine compounds daily. I will also need to spend a few hours each day breathing my native atmosphere, but when I switch it on in the morning, it will swap out the bromine compounds in my body with nitrogen molecules.” He took a breath and released it slowly. “After an hour, the bromine levels in my breath, blood, saliva, urine, cum, and so on falls so low that it will be safe when a ringel comes in contact with them.”

She blinked. Did he say “cum”? According to all of her research, anup never said such things. And if they had to—like perhaps a doctor explaining a medical problem to his patient—then surely, he would have said “semen”.

Anup acted publicly as if sex didn’t even exist, and mothers insisted on teaching their daughters about it privately. Anup culture forbade them from discussing such topics in school or in public at all. And even more ridiculously—that left females to educate their mates on how to impregnate her.

What a ridiculous people!

Or perhaps… she wondered. What if he had meant to say another word and stumbled across “cum” by accident?

“Your atmosphere is quite … stimulating,” confided Captain Nakia. “It is very hard to think, walking around with an enormous boner for that first hour.”

She blinked, standing there with her muzzle slightly open, her neck angled back just as far as it would go. At last, she managed, “I bet.”

Unable to take it for a moment longer, she looked back down and spent a moment massaging the rapidly forming kink out of her neck. “Okay, we’re gonna have to find a better way to hold a conversation,” she said. “If I have to look straight up every time we talk, it’s gonna break my fucking neck.”

In frustration, she beat a palm against her forehead, silently admonishing herself for cursing in his presence.

But instead of commenting on her diction, he bent over and actually set his precious span down on the deck. Nylizx stared, wondering if anything she’d read about the anup had been correct.

Then, he grabbed her around the chest so each of her round breasts rested in the firm crooks between his thumbs and index fingers. He lifted her up and up and up until she was at his eye level, hovering in the air so close that his lips nearly touched her own. “Is this better?” he asked, the wind behind each word blowing into her nostrils and agape muzzle.

“Uh…” she whispered, searching for words once more. “Better, yes, but probably impractical. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, I agree,” he said. He set her down at the top of the steps leading to his shuttle. Her eye level was a tiny bit higher than his now, but the difference was miniscule in comparison to when she was standing on the deck. Also, since the stairs were now in front of her, he had to stand back a bit. “This?”

“Definitely better.” Introducing herself, she said, “I’m First Officer Nylizx. Since we’ll be working together so much, we’ll need to find a better solution. I’m guessing you’d rather not take all our meetings in the shuttle bay.”

“I will need to return the shuttle once I’ve verified that there’s a safe cigar for me to live in,” he explained. “So no, that won’t be an option.”

“Okay, no problem,” she said, trying not to giggle. “We can always resort to video conferences until we find a better solution.”

His ears drooped at that suggestion, but he didn’t object.

“If I may, sir,” she asked, “why did they make you our captain? I’ve never heard of any ship having a captain of one species and a crew of another.”

“Me neither,” said Nakia. She opened her muzzle, but he spoke over her. “I suspect it’s an experiment. Everyone knows that of all the krakun’s conquests, the anup are the most disciplined, and the ringel…”

His words tapered, but she just grinned. After leaving him hanging for a moment, she let him off the hook. “Yes, I’m well aware what the krakun think of us, Captain Nakia. In fact, we’re fiercely proud of it.”

“Yes, well,” he said in a quieter tone, “I’m certain they hope I can add some discipline here. As an officer and one of the few anup educated in your language, I suppose it made me a prime candidate.”

“And you?” she asked. “What is it that you hope for?”

“Me?” His ears fell, and he took a moment in silence to ponder the question. “I hope to make my family proud and return to them some day.”

“Fair enough,” said First Officer Nylizx. She worked her way down the oversized steps to the deck below. “I do hope that we can send you back with … lots of new accomplishments.”

From the shuttle deck, Nylizx led the anup through empty corridors. He had to take tiny, shuffling steps to match her pace. “Where is everyone?”

“They’re … giving you some space,” said the first officer. “They’re hoping that you can … ease into life aboard an alien vessel.”

“You mean they’re frightened of me,” said Nakia.

“That too,” she agreed. “The crew makes themselves scarce when the commissioner is around too.”

The pair stopped outside of the commissioner’s chambers, and Nakia stood so close to the ringel that she was once again staring straight up at his balls. “Unacceptable.”

“What?” peeped the tiny ringel.

So, Nakia set his span down once more and picked her up, holding her so close to his face that their lips nearly touched. “Giving the commissioner space is a prudent puddle,” he explained. “He does not need to be friends with the crew, does not wish it. The less time he spends here, the happier he will be.”

“Happy?” she chuckled. “Have you met our commissioner?”

“Fine, less unhappy,” he conceded. “But I am your captain. For a captain to command effectively, there must be no barriers between him and the crew. He must be knotted as closely to the crew as they are to each other.”

Nylizx’s ears drooped low, and she opened one eye a little wider than the other, appraising the black anup with a healthy skepticism. “Really? That’s what you want?”

He nodded and set her back on the deck. “That is how it must be.”

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