I was going to post it on anthro but realized it would be better placed on /b/.
I can't post it on pastebin since it's a bitch about the word 'sex' and AO3 is pending my invite.
Let me start out by saying I am not a writer so there's going to be grammar errors her and there.
So here it is.
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The Martian horizon reflected against my helmet as I walked through the service tunnel towards my destination. "Alright rookie here she is!" I presented. "The pride and joy of Mars Sec R&D military deterrent!"
A young man with a polish flag on the shoulder his space suit, took his step down the stairs leading from the tunnel. He looked up and was blown away at the massive sixty-foot tall, mounted plasma canon stood in the center of the Martian military complex.
"This behemoth is called the BFG 20K." I explained. "However, we're still fighting rights to that name since Phobos Aerospace insists that they came up with it first. Those guys are just upset that we're getting more funding." I snickered.
The new mechanic finally broke his gaze from the gun and asked “Has it ever been test fired before Russell?"
Seeing the look at his face, it's obvious he's trying to contain his excitement.
"Once every ten years, after we get through the inspection of course." As we began making our way down to the lower sections on the catwalk. "The head honchos has to make sure the BFG isn't going to risk a misfire turning mars station into a crater or accidentally turn earth into the second sun."
I vocalized ominously. "And last I heard Mars Sec had failed an inspection one time ended up with a Earth Federation firing over half of the mars staff over a loose wire."
The rookie’s face looked grim as if. Seems to me he wasn’t aware of how strict earth command can be.
I tapped my knuckles on his helmet "But hey look on the bright side, we got one year to go before the big day." I joked. "And don't worry if we fail this year’s inspection you'll hold off the inspector while the engineer team makes a run for it won't you?"
He gave a nervous chuckle.
I opened the toolbox and pulled out my only trusty companion. A five-foot-long silver steel torch wrench I named Ol'Sparky. "Okay rookie." I held the wrench in my arms. “Today is the day you get your name back."
"Right now we’re going to che-" But before I could even begin his rite of passage, my wrist mounted PDA began blaring an priority-one message. I stopped my hand just mere inches away from handing over my wrench and checked the message.
=Priority-One Message From Commander Wilford Blackthorne=
Oh great. Of all the bad timings he just had to show up. I tapped the message icon to see what this befuddlement of a commander wants this time.
Russel! Drop whatever you're doing and get your grimy ass to Communication Center Hub a.s.a.p! This is a huge discovery, and probably bigger than BFG Twenty Thousand.
-Commander Blackthorne
An exasperated sigh had found its way out of my lungs.
"Sorry rookie, commanders orders." I dropped Ol'Sparky back in my tool bag. The young man's face was mixture of pure disappointment. As I finished securing my tool and slumped the strap over my back.
"Hey don't let it get you down. Head over to Maintenance Sector 4 and tell them to finish up checking up for us." Before I walked out I turned to him and gave him the good news "Oh and take the day off too. I heard the tourist district is throwing something big over there.”
The polish guy still upset over this gave an awkward salute before leaving.
It didn’t take me long to reach the Comm station thanks to the shortcuts I memorized.
Stepping to the large door. I swiped my ID card , followed by the hiss of the electric metal doors slid apart signaling my arrival to the crew
In the middle of the large room was a circular computer desk where Blackthorne was sitting at. "Ah Russel you're a bit late." He turned his chair to greet me until he saw my tool bag. "Why'd you bring the bag for?"
Before I even had the chance to explain, he put his hand up. "You know what never mind, just listen." He spoke anticipating my reaction. "You're not going to believe this, our radar team had actually found signs of other life forms!"
Other lifeforms he said. Oh now. "Sir the it’s probably another one of Deimos outpost elaborate UFO prank." I cautioned “I mean it's not like we didn't have our fair share of laughs. Until one of the top brass from Earth Federation saw the juvenile painting and nearly cut our fundings for both parties.”
The commander waved his hand dismissing my skepticism. "Oh god please don't say that Russel, this one is the real deal." He spoke with glee. "In fact, there's an unidentified space vessel on right now requesting us to talk."
Hate to admit it but, he managed to pique my interest. I mean if what he says it’s true we could probably get a huge bonus for this.
"Sergeant Emile! Open the channel!" Blackthorne authorized.
From the lower part of the of the room a female comms officer responded. “Affirmative commander. Screen will be up in three...two...one.!"
The main view screen flickered to life and on the screen. On the display were anthro fox women all wearing military uniforms. Their sophisticated clothing had tails holes poking out of them. Each of them was a variant sub species of the fox family.
There was a red fox lady in a white lab coat talking with arctic foxes. Fennec fox women with large ears waving at us.
In fact, there were a couple of other fox species I don't even recognize all working in the bridge.
But the real star of the attraction was a tall auburn fox woman standing in the center of the bridge. She had an hourglass figure which reminded me of a pin up models you'd see on the calendars. She wore an open black commander coat with a golden paw print on a red sash on her left shoulder. She gave a bold smile on the transmission screen.
"Greetings terrans!" She spoke with a hospitable tone. "My name is Lyra Vespera, second daughter of the supreme leader on the planet Kyubi planet." She gave a gracious bow. "I am captain of this vessel known as the Velvet Skyline, it’s a pleasure to meet you
I was utterly speechless. Was I dreaming, is this another elaborate prank from Deimos again? I rubbed my eyes to confirm it. And still the screen was displaying the fox crew. My god this is happening.
I turned to my left and only to see Blackthorne eyes glued to the screen. He seemed a little too focused until I followed his eyes and noticed he was staring right at her cleavage.
Oh god dammit.
Blackthorne finally spoke but his eyes were not attempting to meet Lyra's. "The pleasure is all mines captain Lyra. I am commander Wilford Blackthorne and I'm in charge of this military outpost on this known as Mars." He cleared his throat. "So, what brings you to our red planet today?"
"We have been observing your species for quite some time.” She stated, "In fact our scouts have been impressed on how far your civilized planet has come.” She paused “However, we have learned that your race has suffered from a terrible war within your planet over lack of resources causing your population to drop.”
Lyra's ears twitched as she paced around the bridge. "Needless to say, our population has been facing the same issue as well but, thanks to our researchers back on our home planet."
She stopped while keeping eye contact. "We have decided launch a diplomatic mission to offer an inter-species mating program that would not only help with the declining birthrates but to establish cultural and genetic diversity between the two." She nearly lost her composure from the sentence.
The commander was leaning out of his chair, clearly letting his lower half take over his brain. "Mating program you say? Absolutely!" He quickly turned to the left, where sergeant Emile was sitting. "Tell the docking crew to ready Bay 3 immediately. I want to make sure captain Lyra and her crew feels welcomed."
Blackthorne stood up adjusting his collar before finally taking one last look at the screen. "Oh and captain Lyra I would personally like to invite you to my living quarters. After you get settled in of course. I would love discuss this program privately" Not even trying to hide his lascivious intent.
Lyra, oblivious to the commanders intentions was just about to accept his proposal until I had decided to speak some sense.
"Hold on just one goddamn minute commander! Emilie cancel that request!"
The commander slowly turned towards me with disdain.
"Russel what is it this time?" He scorned
"Commander with all due respect, we’re already breaking the rules?" I spat "We just found an intergalactic life form, and you want to bring them on this station?"
"And your point"
"My point is!" I blurted out. "Didn't you read the section on encountering xeno from Earth Federation handbook? We need to stick to the protocol they gave us!"
Blackthorne just glared at me as if he made the biggest mistake of calling me in. "Russel quit being such a boy scout." He turned back to the main screen completely ignoring me. "Besides this station could use a little more excitement, I'm sure Earth Federation wouldn't mind if we conducted our own research."
Irritated by this man's remark I began to lay into him. "What's so exciting about bringing an unknown alien species into our sterile environment!" I explained Blackthorne. "Think commander, we don't know if they’re carrying viral pathogens from other planets. The whole station would have to be quarantined!” I stepped in front of his view. “What would we do if there was an outbreak of space aids on here?”
The commander just waved his hand dismissing my concerns "Yea, yea, sure whatever Russel I'll ask the medical team to stuff you in a sterilized glass tube or something."
Lyra who was on screen, seemed like she understood my frenzied rant. Raised her hand up. "Um, Russel was it?" I turned towards the main screen. "While I am sympathetic to your intentions to follow protocol."
She paused trying to come up with a proper response. "Our medical staff has worked tirelessly to conclude a that terrans are ninety-nine-point nine percent compatible with our DNA." Lyra placed her hands on her hips. “So you have nothing to worry about.”
I folded my arms and grimaced at the screen. "Oh really, so what about that one percent Lyra or let me guess." My skepticism finally kicked in. "That one percent must've been some fucked up cross breed abomination. Sorry but we’re not interested in raising mutant fox babies with a walking biohazard, xeno freak!”
That sentence alone must've felt like a bullet to her. Lyra's demeanor had cracked. I heard an auditable gasp from the crew on screen and in the background a red fox in a lab coat had uttered "Here we go..."
Lyra was visibly seething from that statement. Her ears were folded back and gritted her teeth. "You...you..." As she was trying to come up with a retort. I felt something grabbing my collar.
It was Blackthorne realizing that I was torpedoing his chances of getting some intergalactic snatch yelling at my face
"Russel! What the actual fuck are you doing!" He hissed
I shoved him off.
"What I'm doing is making sure we don't all end up fired, Wilford!"
Sure, I might've gone too far with my insult, but I was not about to lose my job because this man let his pants turned this station into a nursery.
"You keep your mouth shut grease monkey! Or else you'll end up losing something more than your job!" He spat back.
Blackthorne turned back towards the screen. "Captain Lyra, I am so sorry. Please don't mind our mechanic. In fact, I would like to apologize on his behalf, you see..." He gestured a finger at me. "He's been single on this station for far too long, it’s completely made him frustrated. He even started to name his tools like they were people.” He gave a forced smile to Lyra "Did I mention you are looking lovely today?"
I could feel my veins popping out of my skull. I didn’t mind the single part but he’s wen he’s trying to paint me like I was mentally unstable that had struck my pride.
"Frustrated? Me!” I exploded at the commander. "I'm single because I value safety over trying to get laid on this death trap of station." I pointed a finger at him and blurted out. "Speaking of which. I heard from the inspection crew that they found a pair of panties that were reported stolen underneath your desk in your living quarters!"
A female comms officer from the back had shrieked "Wait! What!"
His face was turning darker than the rocky terrain of mars from his darkest secret being announced to the entire room. On the screen a couple of fox women had begun a murmur about the perverted commander. Even Lyra had a judgmental look on her face.
"Th-Th-That's A Lie!" Blackthorne spouted while attempting to salvage the situation. "I'll have you demoted and transferred to that clown of the planet Deimos”
Without even realizing it I had found myself reaching into my tool bag and pulled out Ol'Sparky and brandished it like a club. "Try it Wilford, I'll be sure to tell them about how I saved the earth by denting in your skull!"
Lyra had finally had enough from watching this. "Gentlemen please, we have come here for a diplomatic mission!” She tried to insert herself into this argument.
The commander on the other hand took my threat as an roadblock for intergalactic lovemaking scoffed at my weapon of choice. Pushed a button under his desk and out came a secret compartment drawer with two very large pistols
Except he wasn't reaching for them. Instead, he stuck his hand into the box and pulled out a large carbon fibered power fist then placed his right hand into it.
"Oh so you're looking to throw down? Is that it Russel." He raised his fist up causing the gloves hydraulics to spring to life. "Fine. I'll beat the living hell out that you’re going to need a disability bot to even stand fit for trial!”
On the screen Lyra had thrown her hands up in disbelief. Totally stunned over how two human males are about to fight over a mating program. Clearly it seems like the researchers have painted a false image over how civilized an average human being is like.
"Blackthorne! Russel! This is an utterly pointless argument, can we please just calm ourselves and talk things out?”
None of us were even listening to her, right now we were daring each other to make the first move.
"What's the matter Wilford, I thought you wanted to impress your new friends, you panty thieving xenophilic degenerate!”
"You think I'm scared of that oversized toy you damn neanderthal." And in hormone induced fury he shouted, "Get That Damn Thing Out Of My Sight!"
On the lower far right of the room next to the window sat Sergent First Class Anderson. Unbeknownst to our little spat about space fox copulation. He had tuned out our argument while reading the diagnostics on the BFG 20K
The only thing that he heard was the horny rage from the commander shouting "Get That Damn Thing Out Of My Sight!" Anderson looked up and saw the Velvet Skyline on the screen then right off the bat he connected the dots.
"Affirmative commander, consider that damn thing out of sight and out of mind!”
He slammed his fist down on the fire button.
The stations AI announcer had echoed through the station.
"Attention! The Bio Fusion Generator has locked on to an unidentified target! All Martian personnel brace for recoil. The Bio Fusion Generator will fire in t-minus ten seconds!”
My blood ran cold. The commander’s face petrified from the alarm system blaring.
We both dropped our weapons and shouted “No!” in unison and leaped over the railing to where Anderson was at.
Like frantic drug addicts. We began to type furiously on his console trying to abort the discharged.
But it was too late. There was a loud whirring from the horizon. Causing the whole room to vibrate, knocking over anything that wasn’t nailed down and finally an earth shattering roar had followed.
Lyra on the screen, her ears folded back from the noise. "I-Is everything alright over there? What was that noise?" Her voice was quavering unaware of the speeding mini green sun heading towards her ship.
Her second in command shot up abruptly. "Captain! An unknown energy source has been detected! I-it's moving at us with an impossible speed!"
Before Lyra could issue a command. The screen went static, followed by a loud explosion. Everybody in the communication room had gazed through the glass window.
A beautiful yet horrifying lightshow of a exploding green sparks danced over the thermosphere of mars. The Bio Fusion Generator Twenty Thousand had finally found its first live target in eight decades. The Velvet Skyline had been reduced to nothing more but raining scrap parts.
The commander who was standing beside me had slumped to his knees. His mouth was wide open, but no sound could be heard.
What followed next was transmission of panicked calls from the various stations.
"Mars this is Phobos! What The Hell! That blast had completely fried out our long range radars! Explain yourselves NOW!"
"Deimos here! Guys! We said we won’t do any more UFO pranks? Have mars finally lost it? Someone answer us!”
"Attention Mars Sec R&D. This is Earth Federation general. You have just violated article 404 (c) 1. You had better give us a damn good reason we shouldn't have you all arrested.”
And before the commander could muster up a sentence or explanation a new call had brute forced it's way in. On the screen were a handful of survivors of the Velvet Skyline, all huddled together in a lifeboat.
Over the sounds of angry sobbing was a fennec woman issuing out celestial coordinates. “Repeat the coordinates are…”
At first I thought she was putting on a request for a rescue but, then I the dread hits me when I recognized some of the numbers.
Those were the home addresses that lead directly to Mars itself.
"Terrans!" she shouted "You have killed our sisters and the daughter of the Vulpine empire for that our planet has declared war on your pathetic race! Expect enslavement or genocide, we haven't decided on which will be more satisfying!" She concluded. "We will finish what your collapsing birthrate has started!"
With that the transmission ends, and the lifeboat had warped into the cosmos. Thus began the great Furry War of 2177.
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Feel free to make fun of it or whatever, I'm never going to write ever again.