The Pouncing Blue Moon was an interesting place; a mostly female and futanari crew, of which a good chunk of those women were part of an 'entertainment' team, though many were also worked kind of like marines, handling things off-ship. Males were largely some sort of engineer or science dude, doubling as props for the erotic shows of the entertainment team. The entertainment team usually woke early, did shows for the crowds from all the cameras on the ship (as well as many specialty pieces of hardware), and joined together for breakfast...<br/><br/>Lapine Leblanc, known largely by her gamer-tag "GunBunBun" or "GBB" for short, was one of the weird examples of being technically not part of the entertainment team, yet did a phenomenal job as part of that team anyhow. What this did mean however was that - barring an emergency warranting the pilot to book it to the cockpit - she largely followed the types of schedules that the engineering team did, which is to say she largely made her own.<br/><br/>As such, waking up largely towards the end of breakfast was not outside the realm of normal behavior for the dark-skinned, short-statured gynoid. Who rolled out of her small bed to land face-first on the ground, lay there for a short while in all of her naked glory, then sat up into a cross-legged stance, with her raging boner sticking up from the middle. She was largely a more cybernetic variant of gynoid, but she was biological where and when it seemed to count.  Lapine got to her feet, stretched her cybernetic ligaments out, and snapped her fingers to activate her Cyber-Station 69 - her high-end gaming/streaming/VR/AR-Assisting Unit that was the centerpiece of her professional gaming and streaming career.<br/><br/>Her room was interesting besides; it had a good amount of open space, since she did a lot of VR gaming (and also often had more 'active' sexual trysts with crew members and for the occasional 'fan meet up' she gave out), so the walls were lined with various entertainment media, gifts and toys from her fans, and a PILE of stuffed animals, a lot of which were hand-made stuffed 'GunBunBuns', or stuffed bunnies in various types of tactical - and tacticool - gear.  Then of course there was her workstation, with her CS69 as the main focus, as well as a bunch of hardware for running everything, with her sidearm, knife, and holster sitting off to the side of it (she kept her long rifle in the armory; hard to use a sniper rifle on the ship). Not everyone kept their weapons on them on the ship, but Lapine did out of habit. That, and her guns were her babies; she build them with her own two hands, and while they were fairly basic analog weapons, she didn't like leaving them away from her for any notable length of time. Plus, it fit her gamer-schtick to do shows and games with it!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Morning 'Show'</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lapine quickly syncs the commlink plugged into her datajack up with her CS69, engaging in her AR interface of bright interfaces in virtual space in front of her, quickly cycling through to see if she got any messages... none really, not anything that stood out from the usual dick-pics and fanmail. Okay, so that was one thing done; Lapine pulled up her streaming interface and started up the stream, the floating 3-Angle Camera System engaging and floating into face, ass, and high-wide views. In seconds, the cameras were up and running, the notifications of her streaming going out, and soon there would be a small legion of viewers logging in and logging on...<br/><br/>&lt;HELLO MY BUNNY SLUTS~&lt;3!1!&gt; Lapine began through her datajack/comm neural interface, her primary way of speaking to many people not nearby. &lt;It's another good morning after another long, HARD night of high-speed tactical VR combat, and as you can see, that isn't the only thing that is and was long AND hard!&gt;<br/><br/>She was very animated as she mentally spoke over the digital medium, gesturing to her throbbing cock. The comments were rolling in by this point, a variety of emotes, spam, compliments, spam, emojis, spam, and spam-trolls that her mods worked to ban quickly.<br/><br/>It's then that she noticed something in her hidden AR overlay; apparently there was a 'meeting' that she had missed... damn...<br/><br/>&lt;So, I have a little meeting I have to get to this morning - I'm apparently late, oopsies!&gt; She shrugged playfully, as she heads over to her closet for some clothes, namely a pair of knee-length shorts that were basically sculpted for her body, save it was just a bulge in front, not a cock-sock, and while most would criticize it for not being very sexy at that length, it did outline her amazing ass spectacularly, and nobody could complain about how it worked with the drop-leg holster that she wore on her thigh, along with the belt at the top of it. &lt;SOOO I just wanted to check in and say hello and good morning, evening, whatever your local time is, you know the drill! Just a reminder, I'm going to be giving away another 'fan meetup' ticket sometime in the next standard week or so, so be on the lookout for it and make sure you're subscribed to my channel AND my sponsor's channel, namely the Pouncing Blue Moon Media Network! Maybe next time I'll be able to give you something good, my little Bunny-Butts! See you later!~&lt;3&gt;</div></div><br/><br/>Now, wearing her tight pants and her gunfighter setup, she shut down her stream and made her way out of her room into the corridors of the ship. Her bare feet were nearly silent as she walked about, being of small humanoid stature at only 5-feet-tall, and light on her feet besides, though she was more noticeable what with her large, purple-glowing tattoos on her arms, shoulders, upper back, back of her neck, back of her skull, and sides of her head... made her stand out in the ship with all that. Being the pilot, she was naturally in the room that would let her get to the cockpit the fastest - right now it's mostly on autopilot in the Drift - but that did mean she had further to go for most anything else... including food.<br/><br/>Speaking of food: apparently breakfast was running late, and everyone was busy. If Lapine didn't have a boner before, she would have one now. She smacked Mack's ass on the way in - that man could take a dick in the ass as good as he could give it, and she would know, 'cause she did that on-stream once! In fact, she'd ass-fucked most of the men on the ship - and the women, and the futas - with the sole exception of a certain overgrown mouse who happened to be smarter than her and an anal virgin... and her boss...<br/><br/>She was going to get that mousy little butthole one of these days...<br/><br/>From there, it was the more obviously Bunny of the two bunny sluts on the ship (Lapine being the other, naturally), who was seeing to a tied-up snake lady, a mousy slut sucking on Mack's knob...<br/><br/>...who was the cat-girl?<br/><br/>Uh... when did we pick up a catgirl? Lapine asked most everyone that she could reach telepathically (which was a good chunk of the room), and for those she couldn't she also signed in Drow Sign Language what she was saying. She's cute... another Entertain-NOPE!<br/><br/>Lapine had apparently shown up just in time for another kind of 'fun,' one that was notably rarer on the ship. Seeing as the focus wasn't on her, it wasn't hard for her to quickly clear her holster with her sidearm, leveling it across the room at the catgirl who just dropped into a clearly aggressive stance (yeah, she may have geen a Gynoid, but she was rather adept for one at reading body language). Her audio-sensors naturally dampened in preparation for the rapports that could soon follow in the enclosed quarters... if shooting started it was going to be VERY loud in here.<br/><br/>If I were you, I would STAND THE FUCK DOWN KITTY! her Drow-accented telepathic voice yelled at the aggressive woman, but spread around enough that everyone else could clearly hear her in their own heads. I swear to the Moon Maiden I will keep you alive long enough to launch out of one of the airlocks into the nearest sun!