Space Truckin'

maybe this is a bit /tg/ for /wifwolf/, but fuck it, this gave me some ideas for a Lancer-themed green

be me
be cosmopolitan
space truckin' is a hell of a livin'

diasporans hate cosmos because they ain't us
we trade them all the things that they need to survive in the far-flung corners of the galaxy, spend decades at light speed getting to and from podunk planets
and jealous colonists stuck on their rocks spit on us and call us abominations
metropolitans hate cosmos a little less but we fuck with their sense of reality
what do you mean you trucked the spores to settle Ras Shamra, that was thousands of years ago and you look younger than me
time dilation at light speed is a bitch

she's your copilot
a Harrison Arms lab experiment that likes pot roast and belly rubs
they were trying to reengineer humanity for the colonization of cold worlds
the Union said they were building super soldiers and violating the FCA
rather than liquidate their creations, she and her brothers and sisters were set free by one of the scientists
at least, that's how she told it

it took a lot to get her to that point
when you were first hired to the ship she'd been working there a few decades in realtime
about a year of subjective time
she always stayed in a full body pressure suit around the crew
explained away as being paranoid around airlocks
its temperature regulator was constantly whirring on overtime
set to near freezing
you never saw her face
she took meals in her room
you only really knew two things about her
she was a she
and she was strong as fuck

her callsign is luna
your callsign is anon
you spend long days at light speed on a straight course from blink gate to planet whatsitsname with their centennial delivery of doohickeys and thingamabobs
the autopilot comp/con did 95% of the work so you two got to know each other
after you stopped bugging her about the pressure suit she opened up considerably
you actually became pretty good friends
complaining about the other crewmates
bantering on the radio while one of you checks on the thrusters
chatting about workout and stretching routines
she really liked that

one time
after the night pilots took over
luna invited you to one of the supposedly empty cargo bays
she'd had the shipwright fabricate some bars, benches, and racks
there were even some exercise machines of her own design
it was pretty darn cold down here, you said
"you'll adjust real quick, trust me"
then she took off her suit
you were expecting some vacuum burns or at least some scars
not furry pointed ears and fangs
"not one word to the others, okay?"
you swore on your mother's grave that you'd never reveal her wolfy secret
"seriously, i'm putting a lot of goddamn trust in you, so don't screw it up"
"let's warm up on the rowing machines"

you'd always wondered why her helmet had that long beak to it
and why her suit was puffy rather than skintight like yours
turns out it was needed to hold in her muzzle and tail
her nut-brown fur covered her entire body
but it wasn't thick enough to hide her six-pack abs
or her imposing lats
or her juicy, spreadable thighs...
"anon, are you gonna spot me or what?"
you nodded and asked if that meant you were starting on the bench
"yeah, you and i going to do some close grip bench presses, then widen up every set. once that's done we'll move on to..."

luna outworked you
it wasn't even close
you technically outranked her in the cockpit and had more flight experience
but this was her domain
she added at least 5 kilos to every lift when you swapped out
she did more reps, more sets
you'd be guzzling water between sets and she'd take dainty sips from her cup between exercises
after a brutal two solar hours of this you practically prostrated yourself at her paws
your body wasn't built for it
she cooled down on the treadmill while you limply jogged between the two sides of the cargo bay
any lewd thoughts in your head driven away by sheer exhaustion

you took your time in the showers
by the time you were out luna was back in her pressure suit
"how are you feeling?"
like you've been run over by a mech
and your legs are cramping like crazy
you two walk down the stairs to the mess
your body has had enough
you start to fall down the stairs but luna catches you
then hoists you over her shoulder like a sack of turnips
"it's okay, i've got you anon"
you black out

you wake up in the observatory
your toes are cold
but you're laying on something warm and fuzzy
you open your eyes to see luna
she's watching the vast expanse of space fly by
and you're lying in the crook of her arm
using her bare breasts as a pillow
she doesn't seem to notice you shifting
or maybe she doesn't care
you feel protected and cared for in a way that you haven't in a long time
you also feel like you have something worth protecting and caring for yourself
and you can feel her heartbeat
you both watch the stars pass as you fall back to sleep

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Pub: 04 Sep 2025 23:31 UTC

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