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it was another dull day on the skeld, and purple was doing the usual: sitting at their desk and mindlessly scrolling through the fuzzy, black-and-white camera feeds. the captain, red, had bestowed this monotonous job upon purple as a noble act of service, but purple would definitely rather be at home collecting more binoculars and antiquities than languishing in a beat-up swivel chair all day.
though, maybe what’s about to happen would change their opinion on their duty.
there’s really not much to say about the captain of security’s job. you sit there and watch crewmates potter around the ship, making sure that they’re tending to all their tasks. very rarely, you witness something interesting happen. purple likes to think of their job like watching a (mostly boring) reality show. little did they know, this episode would soon end up being their favourite.
they flipped through the cameras—everything looked perfectly normal, until they saw cyan scrambling down the hallway to storage. they were hunched over, clutching themselves as they frantically ran through the rooms. purple sat up in their chair, leaning in to their monitor and watching cyan closer. they followed them on the cameras until they darted into the hallway outside security, disappearing into a camera blind-spot.
purple climbed out of their chair, abandoning their job to check on their friend. pressing the button to open the mechanical door, the image of what they saw outside would be forever ingrained in their mind.
cyan trembled in the middle of the hallway, hands pressed to their crotch and tears pricking below their visor.
“...cyan?” the gemologist’s head whipped up, locking eyes with purple. they could see the desperation in their face, and if purple didn’t know any better, they would say that cyan was about to—
“ngh—no, don’t look—aah..!” cyan cried, falling to their knees. before purple could pry their eyes away from the (admittedly super attractive) sight, the dam broke, and a torrent of piss ran down cyan’s thighs, pooling beneath them.
purple cursed under their breath and wrung their hands together. an unidentifiable feeling coursed through them, and their legs autonomously stepped closer to the messy, pathetic crewmate before them.
“i—i’m so sorry, ghh, i—” cyan mewled, jamming their hands to their pussy to stop the stream. purple ignored the funny feeling within them and ushered cyan into security, shutting the door behind them.
“it’s alright cyan, it’s okay, you’re okay,” purple said, “you’re safe in here, it’s gonna be alright.”
“i—hic—i’m..nghh…i can’t believe it..” cyan sobbed, covering their face as they leant against the wall and slid down to the floor.
“cyan, it’s fine, i really don’t care,” purple assured. though, they cared much more than they let on. “things happen, and..since we’re like, friends now, i’m here for you,” their visor creased into a smile, and they bent down to cyan’s level and wiped away their tears.
“sniff—ughh, this is.. so humiliatingg…”
“be glad only i saw you, imagine if you ran into, like, blue!" purple joked, trying to lighten the mood, but cyan only whined and hid their face once more. remorse overtook purple at the sight. “wait—no, i’m sorry, i—” they scrambled for a response to redeem themselves, and in the panic, they ended up blurting out, “you look—uh—kinda cute right now anyway.”
“i… whuh?”
“oh my god i did not just say that,” purple said blankly, unbelieving that they would be stupid enough to admit that. they exploded in a flurry of explanation, “cyan i am so sorry i swear.. i uh—didn’t actually mean it! yeah! i was just, um, trying to cheer you up! but uh..i see that hasn’t worked, and i’m so so sorry!! i. i’ve been talking for too long. i’m gonna just. leave now—”
before purple could stand up, cyan grabbed their hand. they guided the captain of security closer to themselves, a sly grin morphing their visor. purple’s head filled with cyan’s sweet perfume, the scent of incense that always followed them, and, most notably, the undeniable scent of piss that clung to their fur.
sure, the kiss was unexpected, but purple would be lying if they said they hadn’t been fantasising about it for a while. it was a hundred times better than they’d ever imagined, and the wet warmth that coated cyan’s lower half only enhanced the experience.
“you..think i’m cute? even like this?” cyan panted as they pulled away from the kiss.
“mh..especially like this.”
cyan flushed an even brighter shade of red. “i never would’ve thought you’d be into this, purple,” they teased.
“well—i uh.. i don’t know if i am, you just look.. really pretty, especially right now…”
“i see,” cyan purred, “so, you wanna find out?”
purple’s brain short-circuited. they gulped down their arousal and nodded their head, avoiding cyan’s gaze.
one thing led to another, and soon enough cyan was guiding purple’s hand to their soaked pussy. purple was the least experienced crewmate in the entire skeld when it came to this, and cyan was probably relying on vibes or something, so it’s safe to say that what happened next was clumsy and inexperienced, but totally fulfilling and beautiful nonetheless.
cyan looked up at purple with that deliciously desperate expression on her face, that raw yearning that purple would pay millions of beans to see. purple ghosted their fingertips around cyan’s thighs and watched as their back arched in pleasure. it was almost like a science experiment—purple created a stimulus, watched how cyan reacted, and if it was positive enough then they would continue their ministrations.
“mmgh..purplee… stop teasingg,” cyan begged them to cut to the chase.
purple obliged, lightly pressing their thumb against their swollen clit. cyan let out the sweetest, most melodic moan purple had ever heard, and purple almost came on the spot. they moved around their clit in slow circles and cyan completely folded into their touch, hips stuttering to press harder into their thumb.
their slit was so incredibly wet, and not just from the piss. they scooted closer to the gemologist’s crotch, using two fingers to stimulate their clit, and their thumb to dip into their pussy. the joint sensation had cyan seeing the pearly gates of heaven, and they felt themselves getting close quickly, embarrassingly so.
“oh, purple, your fingers feel…so good,” their visor scrunched from pure, unadulterated pleasure. purple stared dumbly at the beautiful sight in front of them, not knowing what to say or do other than keep going. “ugh, you’re—gh—so good at this..” cyan panted out, and purple reeled at the praise, speeding up their fingers and letting their other hand idly roam around cyan’s lower half. “nnfgh!! i—i’m gonna.. mffh, puurplee,” cyan’s speech turned into garbled moans as purple increased the pressure on their pussy, ramping everything up and bringing cyan to the monumental peak of their pleasure, until..
“what? can’t let the fun end too soon,” purple grinned, ceasing their movement entirely.. cyan couldn’t argue with that, but their arousal writhed inside them, clawing its way out to be remedied.
“b—but.. mmfg..” they whined, grabbing purple’s wrist and bringing it back to their slit.
purple’s face turned a shade of red so bright that it was previously undiscovered by scientists when cyan locked eyes with them and shamelessly began bucking into the palm of their hand. more sweet moans fell out of them, their eye contact never faltering. purple was frozen, shocked and gawking like a loser watching cyan use their hand to pleasure themself.
“ghhah..ah—fuck, purple, i’m so close..” the knot inside them tightened, their clit feeling electrified each time they humped purple’s calloused palm, and soon enough, they tipped over the edge, their climax crashing down onto them with the weight of an entire crate of ore+.
helping them through their orgasm, purple pushed their palm (which was now totally soaked with cyan’s slick) into their clit, moving it in slow, soothing circles. their hips jolted involuntarily with the aftershocks of their orgasm, their entire body going completely limp.
maybe too limp, because before they both knew it, purple’s hand was coated now with a different liquid.
“oh—fffuck, cyan,” purple said incredulously, not daring to move her hand away. cyan didn’t realise what was happening until they pried their eyes open and looked downwards. they instantly jumped into frantic apologies, trying to stop their stream, but to no avail.
“ah! i—i’m so sorry, shit! nngh, i c—can’t stop…ghh—” cyan whimpered, utterly humiliated, although the feeling of coming completely undone all over purple’s hand was more pleasurable than they’d ever admit.
when they finally finished, tears of pleasure and embarrassment pricked at the bottom of their visor again, but purple didn’t notice. they stared at their hand, glistening with the warm liquid.
they don’t know what possessed them, but for some odd reason they brought their hand up to their mouth and ran their tongue over their fingers, tentatively tasting the hot liquid. and the oddest thing about it was that they didn’t regret it.
cyan’s breath hitched and they couldn’t help but smile. “my, purple, i had no idea you were this taboo,” they commended.
“well, me neither,” they said, eyes lingering on cyan’s piss-soaked pussy, “not until now, i guess.”
noticing purple’s needy pussy that had emerged, cyan scooted closer toward them. they collected some of the piss that pooled on their slit, then looked up at purple for some sort of permission. purple obviously had no idea what they were about to do, but was definitely eager nevertheless.
they drove their piss-covered hand onto purple’s swollen clit, using the warm liquid as lubrication. purple gasped, covering their mouth to muffle their pathetic sounds.
cyan wrenched their hands away. “don’t. i wanna hear you,” they ordered, holding purple’s hand with their other free one.
the entire skeld shook from purple’s noises of pure pleasure as cyan only sped up their pace. they inserted two fingers into their pussy and circled it around the opening, while the rest of their fingers worked on their clit. purple fell forward and clung onto cyan like a lifeboat, their pussy clenching around their fingers.
cyan’s piss made the entire ordeal pretty slippery, but it worked pretty well considering that purple finished within about a minute. purple toppled onto cyan looking absolutely wasted, visor drooping and saliva pooling around their mouth.
cyan lifted their head up ever so gently, “you look so pretty like this,” they purred, wiping away the saliva and… other liquids from around their mouth.
“mm…so do you.”