Writer's note: Arin and Tawny are from my "Greenbird" writing. Andynes are people with bird wings, and Tawny is a genetically-engineered human, and a "true" hermaphrodite, meaning that she has both male and female genitals -- a futa, hence the futa tags. :)
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Tawny walked beside the Captain up a long corridor and into a small elevator near the stern. She'd come to Arin's airship for her first assignment from the organization. Her stomach twisted: she couldn't even think its name. She inwardly chided herself for being such a coward.
"So," said the Captain. She was an andyne, a head taller than Tawny with dappled brown wings. Tawny knew her, but only on paper: Arin Ardalae, captain of a small but productive interworld delivery airship. She was slightly older than Tawny's mother, but looked to be in her mid to late twenties from years of interworld travel. "What time did you arrive?"
"I um..." Tawny squirmed. She hadn't expected the captain to be so pretty, or to...well...do any of the things she'd just done at the pool. The whole incident had had an equally unexpected - though all too predictable - side effect on Tawny, which made her grateful that her school clothes were so baggy. Arin had given her the bag of donuts in the hallway, and she held it protectively in front of her crotch. "Half past ten, I think. I caught a ride with a soap shipment from Redwater."
"Soap? Oh, good," sighed Arin. "I was starting to think it was lost."
The elevator chimed and the door opened, silencing both of them. There was a long, awkward pause in the conversation while Arin led Tawny up the corridor toward her quarters.
Arin's door was a relatively plain, unmarked door around the corner from the elevator. "Please excuse the mess, I haven't been home in a couple days," said Arin, opening the door.
The captain's quarters were about the size of an average two-bedroom apartment. The front door opened to a living room, with a long, low-backed couch and overstuffed chairs placed around a large, cluttered coffee table. A large closed cabinet sat against the wall opposite the couch. There was a hallway off to the right, and a little kitchen off to the left. Other than the ruffled stacks of paper strewn about the living room table, Tawny couldn't see any of the mess that Arin had apologized for.
"Hold on, I'll change and grab you some blankets," said Arin. "Make yourself at home." She hurried up the hallway.
Tawny sat down on the couch. It was a relief to finally be able to sit down. It would be much easier to hide her body.
"Would you like tea or anything?" Arin called through her cracked bedroom door. She strode out, bringing with her a pillow and haphazardly-folded blankets, and wearing a fluffy set of pajamas. She'd taken off the big cokebottle classes that had previously held her hair back, and half of her bangs were still sticking straight up.
Tawny replied, "Water would be great."
"Coming right up," said Arin. She dropped the blankets onto the couch and strode into the kitchen. Tawny took the brief moment of privacy to adjust herself; it had been almost a week since she'd "taken care of" herself, and she'd been frustrated and horny enough before Arin smashed her way into the pool, hiked up her skirt and...Tawny pushed away the thought. The bulge in her pants was getting too hard to hide.
