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A flashing light slowly brought you back into the land of the waking. Blurred shapes began to coalesce into a well-lit hallway. You were moving, carried by the amazonian mink you met minutes ago. Your head was thumping with pain, which slowly abated as you began to wake. The mink's furred arms felt pleasant to the touch. Wait, furred? They were wearing spacesuits when you met them. You try to look around and see that she had changed into a more casual outfit. A small shirt that showed off her impressive rack and a pair of ragged shorts struggling to hold on to her ass. She felt you wiggle and looked down at you. Her strong arms shifted around your body, cradling you like a baby.
"Welcome back. Shane, was it? My name is Melinda. You've probably already guessed that me and my friends aren't from earth. In time I'm sure we'll tell you a little more. For now it's important we make sure you get used to life on our spaceship. How do you feel?"
You clutch your aching head. "Like you've stepped on my head." Melinda raises an eyebrow and responds. "That's a little uncommon. It can happen as a side effect of the acclimatizing agent I gave you." You only caught some of those words. "The what... you mean that shit you injected me with? What was in that stuff anyway?"
The mink stopped walking, making you gulp for a moment. Did you just say something wrong? She thinks for a moment before speaking. "It helps you with living on this ship. Aside from making you much less susceptible to atmospheric changes and a host of poisons it does this." The mink flipped you around in her arms, pressing your head into her rack and wrapping her arms around your waist. She hugged you tightly. You weren't sure what she was trying to demonstrate yet. So far all you got was a nice hug. You resist the urge to motorboat those glorious furred mounds, but only just. The mink grunts and suddenly you feel her hug intensify a thousandfold. An amazon like her with arms that powerful would easily snap you in half, but nothing happened.
The mink relented and explained. "You're now able to resist much more pressure too. Probably a good thing around us." You asked her why but she seemed to conveniently miss the question. Instead she put a hand behind your head and held you face to face with her. "One last thing; do try to enjoy the ride." Again you were left confused when the mink suddenly planted a big kiss right on your face. Any thoughts about how utterly weird this was were shattered as you were caught up in the most pleasurable kiss you'd ever received. You didn't know if it was the injection, her natural talent or the fact that you hadn't been kissed in years. It was a slice of heaven, making you feel almost sad when it had to end. Melinda went back to cradling you and walked to...
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