Amador adjusted his laser gun and headed across the moon's dusty surface to his own parked scooter, a two-door vehicle with monster tires that allowed him to tumble and travel across the moon's surface. It came with automatic gravity control.

Falling back into routine, Amador dashed across the moon's surface, the coordinates logged in for a small strip club called The Cat's Meow.

Even after two long weeks, his target remained Emi Materio, aka Poison Moonflower.

Soldiers for both sides hung out at The Cat's Meow when on leave, and having tracked her to this place, Amador hoped to find the crafty lieutenant, and collect the bounty. That had been the original idea, but over the last couple of weeks, he'd found himself falling in love with her, sort of. Her spirit, her determination to elude him, and her courage to abandon her post had all affected him in ways he couldn't have anticipated.

Everyone he talked to about her said the same thing. It took guts to do what she did, and well, now Amador wasn't entirely sure he wanted to bring her in.

The moon, dark and gray had been home to furious combat amongst the two Earth colonies that had decided to park there.

And Lieutenant Emi Materio had been a part of that action until suddenly she vanished. The bounty on her head was for breaking ranks and fleeing her post.

He thought back to the JPEG distributed of his prey. Moonflower was quite muscular--her arms were wrapped in rigid muscles. The standard issue, one-piece T'ahoro Army uniform skimmed over a curvaceous body, one not plump with excessive fat, but rather chiseled into a hard, sculptured, fighting machine. Even the expression on her face was one of quiet determination, a stubbornness that poured through her maple-brown eyes.

She wouldn't be easy to take down. Nope, not at all.

Amador knew he'd just have to outsmart her--if possible. Trick her.

It seemed within no time, The Cat's Meow winking sign appeared. Amador parked his scooter, hurried over to the doors, and pushed through them--all while immersed in his own thoughts. He'd tracked her for over two weeks, and still nothing.

So he would try the club again.

Eddie, the bartender, tossed up a hand in a fleeting wave. All the stools held occupants and on the wire a soccer game played. The Venus Red Suns were stomping all over the Purple Plutonians. Well, from what he could make out--static kept rolling across the screen, skewing the picture.

He headed back to the rear room of the club. There the girls danced for money. At one time in its history, The Cat's Meow had been a gentleman's club, but the gentleman had been stripped away by time, poverty and war. Now the place was simply a club and a haven for those operating in the world's oldest profession--prostitution.

As soon as Amador appeared in the backroom, Stella sashayed over to him, her tail bobbing to the music's beat. Saturnians had too much fur for Amador's taste, but Stella knew stuff.

"Amador, so good to see you," Stella purred as she wrapped her furry tail around him. "Looking for company?"

"Nope," Amador said shortly. "Looking for information."

Stella pouted a bit, released him, and waved him on to follow her.

Familiar with the path and place of previous conversations, Amador followed her, not knowing just how much he'd get from her. Sometimes Stella's price for giving information was too high, and her information helped him too little.

Stella's long fingernail pressed the release button to the door of a rectangular room right off the main corridor. She hurried inside.

Amador put his hand on his gun and followed her.

As the door hushed to a close behind them, Stella asked, "What?"

Amador pulled out his handheld and showed her the image of Moonflower.

"Have you seen this soldier before?"

Stella peered, her catlike eyes burning a hot mustard color in the low light. She studied it for a bit before pulling back.

"Yes, that's Moonflower."

Amador's heart skipped a beat. Yes!

"And when was the last time you saw her?"

"Hmmm. About two days ago. She came in by herself, which is rare, you know. She usually comes in with General Masters."

"Ole Eddie asked her where the general was and she waved him off. Not like her at all. She drank a few beers in silence, paid, and left."

"How did she seem? Angry? Anxious?"

"Anxious, for sure. She kept looking around, her eyes on everybody who moved, like she was waiting for someone, maybe," Stella said, and then put her furry hands on Amador's shoulders. "Okay. Pay up! I haven't got all night!"

Already Amador could smell the faint scent of wet fur. It grew stronger as the minutes flashed by. A deal was a deal, and Stella wanted payment.

Her fur was slick from sweat and her tiny nipples poked through the finer hairs like minute touches of paint.

"Ohhh, come on, Amador!" she panted, pushing him down to the floor as if he were nothing but a robot--compliant and obedient. "Pay up!"

Amador felt queasy as he put the handheld away. This was the least favorite part of his job. He squeezed his eyes shut as he lay back onto the grimy floor.

Stella busily unzipped his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. The pants lacked a button or belt--only having a zipper. Within seconds his cock was exposed to the stuffy room and to Stella's greedy hands. He felt the softness of her furry hands wrap around his still shy member.

Carefully she drew her fingers through the supple curls surrounding his organ, sending chills across his body and making him tense up.

"You've got to give me more than this," Stella demanded. "I know you have a lot more packaged in here."

Groaning, Amador kept his eyes shut. His thoughts ferreted around for someone he found attractive, a woman he hungered to possess, to taste, and to sink himself into. As image after image flickered through his mind, he discarded them in a hurry--old girlfriends, celebrities, and then there she was--sporting her solid gray uniform--Moonflower.

In his mind's eye, Emi stood before him, her uniform dissolving into a pool at her feet. Her braids gracefully swept across her ginger shoulders and she laughed. Her full mouth widened to release the guffaws within, as if his adoration of her was somehow comical.

She whirled about--dancing for him. Her hair twirled like a hurricane about her head. A candy store waiting to be devoured, Emi's honey-toned skin, taut, cinnamon-drop nipples, flat concave stomach with its budding bellybutton, all begged to be sampled.

Emi was a candy delight.

And Amador was ready to taste and lick each candied piece until they both shrieked in joy.

His hunger officially stirred, Amador heard Stella gasp and her grip tightened around him. He felt her moist nose as she leaned in to inhale him.

Saturnians were so strange.

As the vision of Emi wavered in his mind, Amador focused full out on his growing fantasy. It wasn't a new one. His target, his prey was seducing him with her deliciously dark body and a smile that spoke volumes of secrets she both knew and some she'd share--with the right man, of course.

She'd been infiltrating his emotional defenses for weeks.

He felt himself smile, then relax as he allowed the fantasy to explode around him.

The sharp, cutting scent of laser gun beams and moon dirt filled his nostrils as if he was really there with her. Already Emi bent over toward him, widening her stance to allow him entry, all the while sporting that grin that said she was giving him a gift--and he'd best be grateful for it.

He kind of thought of her that way--as one who would give only because she wanted to--she wouldn't readily yield to anyone.

Oh, he was thankful for the gift she was giving to him. Definitely.

He reached between her luscious legs, and parted her wet lips at the onset of her opening to find her partially covered cleft. Rubbing his thumb across its hot hardness, he felt her shudder beneath him, and his cock impatiently patted her buttocks--salivating against her soft, cinnamon skin.

"I'm going to make you feel sooooo good," Amador whispered aloud.

As Stella's mouth covered his rigid cock, that searing wetness morphed into the fantasy Emi's most intimate place. To Amador, Emi's moist softness seemed to caress him.

Yet her speed increased, tugging and pulling on him, rushing him to a climax that he so wanted to prolong.

To his sorrow, she wouldn't slow down. The rhythm rushed forward as if eager to cross the finish line, and Amador was powerless to stop it.

He cried out, "No! Please! Wait!"

But there was only a solid, broader grin from his fantasy Emi as if asserting her will meant everything. The pressure burned in Amador's stomach as rapid rakes of Stella's nails crossed his lower abdomen.

Faster and faster his fantasy Emi pounded on him, shoving her ripe, round buttocks into him with such savage sensations that Amador could hold back no longer--his body bucked upward as his cock shot out his hot essence into Stella's waiting mouth. Amador opened his eyes in time to see Stella's tail wagging eagerly and happily as he ebbed out the rest of his seed.

"Oh, ho!" Stella shouted and bolted to her feet. "No need for dinner tonight. See you around."

Amador nodded, too out of breath to say more as the fuzzy Saturnian shot out of the closet, leaving him on the floor with his dick sore and his heart hungry to possess the real Poison Moonflower.