Back on board Sara Jane's airship, Maybell took her sweet time showering—and otherwise enjoying herself—in the Japanese master bath. With the bathroom strategically placed between her quarters and Sara Jane's, Maybell cooked up a scheme. As a horse, Sara Jane was huge, so it was easy for Maybell to hear her when she entered her bedroom on the other side of the bathroom door. Freshly scrubbed from head to toe, and smelling like sweet alfalfa, Maybell waited for the sound of Sara Jane removing her space boots and metallic duster.

Wearing nothing but a towel, Maybell opened the door leading to Sara Jane. It couldn't have been better timing. Not only had Sara Jane removed her boots and duster, but she also was unsealing the clasps of her enviro-suit.

Noticing Maybell's sexy approach, Sara Jane continued undressing. She scolded her first mate with love. "I bet you've hogged all the hot water, haven't you, my Bell?"

To the outside world, Sara Jane dressed as a space-faring bounty hunter, ready to sling guns in zero gravity with any scofflaw or hood. But underneath, she wore a hot pink spaghetti strap camisole, with matching lace hipster panties.

Feeling randy from having drunk too many shots with Bad Bunny at the Ravenclaw Bar, Maybell planted Sara Jane's ass on her bed with a full frontal snog. She peeled off the towel she had around her waist and threw it on the floor. Then, while straddling Sara Jane's face, Maybell experienced the kind of orgasms only a woman with a tongue the size of a horse inside her would know.

"You sure ride me good," Sara Jane said into Maybell. She swallowed a sexy mouthful before releasing Maybell with a kiss, and a big smack of her lips. "You're like a tiger today!"

Maybell pondered the notion while pleasuring herself further on Sara Jane's bright white muzzle. "Hmm. I like to think I'm a leopard."

"Ooh! A leopardess? On my face?"

"Mmm. Yeah. Like a snow leopard maybe, with a big sexy tail up my butt."

Maybell spun around and slid down, to grind crotches with Sara Jane. She licked her own juice off her lover's face.

"You do have a sexy rear end," Sara Jane said, grinding Maybell back harder.

Maybell purred as they came. "Mm-hmm. And when I see something tasty, I pounce!"

Before Maybell could plaster Sara Jane's face with more licks and wet sloppy kisses, she found herself hoisted high in the air. With ease, Sara Jane stood up from the bed, cradling Maybell overhead by her thighs. As Maybell rose ever higher, the ceiling began to draw near.

"Be careful down there," she peeped.

Sara Jane positioned Maybell's crotch directly over her face. "I got you, Babe," she said, before lowering her girlfriend onto her tongue.

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After Sara Jane finished showering, she found Maybell still in her quarters, sitting patiently on the edge of her bed. She wore Sara Jane's fluffy white, oversized bathrobe. Locks of wild, fire red hair spilled out on the robe's shoulders, while on her lap, Maybell cradled a plate of fresh, home-grown carrots, and other vegetables she'd prepared from Sara Jane's private stash.

The biggest towel Sara Jane owned barely covered her much bigger butt. She sat on it, naked, next to Maybell, who tenderly fondled a carrot, making Sara Jane smack her lips with anticipation. Maybell fed Sara Jane the carrot, then plucked another from the plate. She squirmed a bit in her own juices, thinking about how it felt when Sara Jane was eating her, rather than food.

"I got a guy with a link to the Panda Overlord," Maybell announced with joy, stroking the carrot in her grasp. "I figure he'll help us get Heinemann's bounty rescinded."

Sara Jane angled her face sweetly towards Maybell's crotch, until Maybell stuck the carrot into Sara Jane's mouth.

Sara Jane spoke to Maybell while chewing, "So you think this Panda guy is behind Heinemann's trumped up charges?"

Maybell smiled at the next carrot, holding it tenderly in her hands. "Oh yeah. I know for sure. This guy told me everything."

Sara Jane smirked. "So... you got to him? This guy? Like, you banged him. Right?"

Maybell laughed. "Oh no no no! He's not my type!" She stuck the carrot in Sara Jane. "Wolfie, though—she's probably banging his brains out right now."

Sara Jane stopped chewing. She also stopped smiling, and spoke in measured tones. "I got an agent of the Panda Overlord on board my ship? Here? With us?"

Maybell did her best to keep calm. "Well, he's not really an agent so much. He's just a guy."

"Did he say he worked for the Panda?"

"Ah… Yes."

Sara Jane stood up and paced. In the nude, and without her boots, she couldn't clomp her feet nearly as much as she'd like. "My god, Baby Bell. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking this guy will help me get my Heinie back."

Sara Jane stopped pacing, and stood tall and straight before Maybell. She then lowered herself to her haunches, to be at eye level with her first mate, who remained seated on the bed, holding the plate of veggies.

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"And he's with Wolfe? Right now? In her quarters?"

Maybell darted her eyes. "Well… Yes," she confessed.

"Banging him?"

Maybell shrugged. "I mean, that's what I'd be doing."

Sara Jane rose to continue pacing. She almost walked out the door, to confront Wolfe and Bad Bunny, before realizing she was naked. So she snorted and tossed her mane, and made a ton of horse noises.

Maybell leapt to her feet, to stand Sara Jane's way. She got on her tiptoes to scratch Sara Jane on the neck and shoulders, hugging her for all she was worth.

Sara Jane began to calm down. "Oh my god, Bell," she repeated. "What are you thinking?"

"Don't get mad, Sara Sweetie! Please! Don't be angry!"

"This Wolfe chick, I swear—she's as much trouble as you."

Maybell's voice became firm. "No she's not. She is sweet and innocent, and this guy really likes her."

Sara Jane huffed. "Yeah. He's using her to get… God, I don't know what he's after."

"No, Sara Sweetie. No. He's not using her. We are gonna use him."

Sara Jane looked down at Maybell. "You're using him?" she repeated, mocking with derision.

Maybell gave a crooked smile. "Well. You know how I am. I get in trouble. I meet someone, and then I make them my friend."

Sara Jane got dressed to storm off and leave. "Yeah. And this is the part where you get in trouble."

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Although Sara Jane stomped about the ship, she didn't enter Wolfe's quarters. She readied her ship for launch, to pick up a load of cargo that Claire had requisitioned. At the moment just before blasting off, Maybell appeared on the bridge.

"What do you want?" Sara Jane grumped.

Maybell took a step to the left, revealing Wolfe standing behind her. The little bat girl was topless, as usual, with her soft gray wings tucked in tight.

"We have a plan to get Mr. Heinemann back," Wolfe squeaked, her hands nervously jammed in the pockets of her cargo shorts.

Sara Jane stopped what she was doing and spoke in a calm voice. "We? Whose plan is it, exactly?"

Wolfe stammered while trying to answer, so Maybell replied in her stead. "It will be our plan, if you agree."

Sara Jane snorted, unamused. She went back to prepping for launch, but Maybell slid into her first mate chair and, with ease, locked Sara Jane out of her console.

"Ach! You bitch!" Sara Jane hollered. "What the hell are you doing?"

"We can't leave yet," Maybell said in cool tones.

"Oh yeah? And why in the hell is that?"

"Because the shuttle's away."

Words escaped Sara Jane's wrath. In between nickers and neighs, she managed to spit out a few. "What? Fuck? Who?"

She reached to work the comm station in front of Maybell, to override the lock-out and link with the journeyman below decks. When she nearly clipped Maybell's nose with an errant elbow, Wolfe stepped forward to speak, gaining Sara Jane's attention.

Wolfe puffed up, proud as a peacock. "I sent my new friend, Bad Bunny," she said, "to get things we need to set Mr. Heinemann free."

Sara Jane nearly exploded. "You let that asshole Panda spy take my shuttle for a ride?"

"He'll be back in about ten minutes, exactly," Wolfe said.

"And how do you know that?"

Wearing a beautiful smile, Wolfe pulled her left hand from her pocket, displaying a tracker band wrapped tight around her wrist. "Maybell taught me how to collar a guy."

Sara Jane was stunned. "You're tracking him? And he's letting you?"

Wolfe's yellow eyes grew big and bright, as Maybell chanced a grin. "He really likes me, Miss Jane," Wolfe said. She fluttered her wings like a butterfly. "And gosh! He's super-cute!"

After a few tense seconds, Sara Jane exhaled a deep breath. She resigned herself to the inevitable. "You guys are nuts. I can't believe I put up with you."

"It will work, Miss Jane," Wolfe said, exuding confidence. "I swear. But everything depends on you."

"Oh? Really? Why's that?"

Maybell sensed Sara Jane's ire, so she quickly stepped in. "What Wolfie means, Boss, is that we're a team because we have you as our leader."

Sara Jane didn't buy Maybell's bullshit for a second. She did, however, relax, and kick back in her captain's chair. "So," Sara Jane began, speaking calmly, "now that we're having this tender moment, I'd like to ask a few questions."

Sara Jane stared straight at Wolfe. "I noticed a curious thing in my quarters. A bunch of my carrots are missing."

Intimidated by the accusation, Wolfe tucked her wings in and nervously played with her tracker. "Uh," she began, before stammering. "I… I don't eat carrots, Miss Jane. I'm a bat."

"No. But rabbits do."

"He's a hare, godammit! Hare!" Maybell said as a joke, trying to lighten the mood by imitating Bad Bunny.

Sara Jane didn't laugh. "Where do you suppose they are?" she asked Wolfe.

Sadly, Wolfe hung her head. "Uh. Um. Well. I don't really know, Miss Jane."

It was painfully obvious Wolfe was lying. If she could crawl into the pockets of her shorts, where her hands were again jammed, she gladly would have done it.

Maybell also was stunned by the accusation. "I'm sure, maybe, you made a mistake. Remember? You ate some with me earlier."

Sara Jane turned towards Maybell. "No. Three are missing."

"Three?" Maybell nervously laughed, hoping Sara Jane would join in. "Only three?"

"Do you know how hard it is to get real vegetables this far out in space?"

"I fed you four at least," Maybell mumbled, feeling as humbled as Wolfe.

"No. It was also three." Sara Jane shook out her mane. "Somebody better fess up, or I'm gonna start knocking heads."

Wolfe took a sudden step backwards, as if to fly from the room. "Me, Miss Jane! It was me!"

Sara Jane stood up and approached. Wolfe seemed ready to die.

"Why don't you tell me how you got into my quarters and fridge? Both have security locks." Wolfe only squeaked and chirped, as Sara Jane continued. "Maybell gave you the codes. Didn't she?"

"Ah… no," Maybell said, sounding surprised. "I didn't."

Wolfe nearly had a heart attack, staring up with her eyes and mouth open wide, at Sara Jane's bright white muzzle. "Back off a bit," Maybell begged. "Your scaring the shit out of her."

"Good," Sara Jane said, growing angrier. She took a big step towards Maybell. "And now, how about you?"

Maybell began to stammer, her voice squeaking much like Wolfe’s. "Ah… Y-yeah. You're kinda scaring me too."

"I want an answer," Sara Jane ordered. "Who in the hell has my carrots?"

"Bait!" Wolfe blurted. "I needed bait! Right, Maybell? You need bait?"

Maybell cocked her head in agreement. "You can't argue that," she concurred.

"That doesn't tell me how you got them," Sara Jane said to Wolfe. "Through two combination locked doors."

Wolfe only squeaked and chirped, so Maybell offered Sara Jane a good guess. "For crissake. Look at her. She's got ears like two megaphones. She probably heard you key in the codes from six bulkheads away."

"Wolfe?" Sara Jane asked, to confirm it.

"Yes, Miss Jane! Yes! Maybell's right! But you need bait, Miss Jane, to catch bad guys. To make them do what you want!"

Sara Jane moved in close, to put a reassuring hand on Wolfe's shoulder, but the bat girl scurried away. "It will work!" Wolfe cried out as she ran down the corridor. "I swear we'll get Mr. Heinemann back!"

Sara Jane stood with her hands on her hips, watching Wolfe disappear. "You're really scary when you're angry," Maybell said, approaching to comfort Sara Jane from behind.

"Yeah," Sara Jane huffed as she blew off Maybell, and returned to her captain's chair.

"I'm serious. I don't remember you being like this when we used to be mates."

"Well, get used to it now, cuz I got a ship to run. Your ten minutes are up. Gimme back my helm."

Maybell quietly unlocked Sara Jane's console.

"And tell that damn Bunny to get up here. We are gonna have words."

"Aye aye, Captain," Maybell said, making a hasty exit herself.