Tales of Starfleet Academy: The Exchange Student (MP/Machete)
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				Title: <strong>Tales of Starfleet Academy: The Exchange Student (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 06:58:48</strong>
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				United Yggdrasil Starfleet Academy<br>Amsterdam-Ravnica campus<br><br>Commandant von Traempler, a well-seasoned veteran of her demanding job as the senior administrator and titular headmistress of the most prestigious naval academy on Yggdrasil, glanced up from the data readout on her desk and gave the young lop-eared Usagijin standing stiffly at attention her best and warmest smile of reassurance.&nbsp; As smiles go, it was mostly stiff and wry, but from the iron-haired mature Human, this was as friendly as she got.<br><br>"This is an unusual request," she said firmly, "but not an unreasonable one.&nbsp; The term is only about a week old, so you will not have missed much...ahh...auditing time."<br><br>"Aye, Ma'am," the Bunnygirl replied crisply, her thick brogue forcing the Commandant to listen.&nbsp; "Our cruise was delayed by an incident, else I'd have been here on time.&nbsp; Captain MacGovern sends his personal regrets."<br><br>"Yes, I saw that.&nbsp; And I have also heard hints about the after-action reports filed by the patrol that the <em>Drummond</em> helped."<br><br>If possible, Ensign MacPooka stood a bit straighter.<br><br>"May I ask you a personal question, Ensign?"<br><br>"Aye, Ma'am."<br><br>"Why are you here?"&nbsp; Von Traempler leaned back in her seat.&nbsp; "Beyond your obvious interest in learning the Starfleet's general method to training new officers."<br><br>The Bunnygirl, mostly Human but for her ears and tail, and of course that odd, rich green hair and those carrot-orange eyes, managed not to slip out of her parade rest stance.<br><br>"Tradition, Ma'am.&nbsp; We're a proud fleet, with a long and fine tradition to uphold.&nbsp; At the same time, we're neighbors with the Federation.&nbsp; Our direst foe is now our closest ally thanks to His Majesty's personal sacrifice.&nbsp; Our old ways are more like than not to cause problems rather than end them.&nbsp; Would that be candid enough for you?"<br><br>Von Traempler almost smiled--that had not been the answer she'd expected.&nbsp; That had been far more cooperative than she'd expected, to boot.&nbsp; Maybe what she'd heard about these people was right after all.<br><br>"In that case, Ensign, I would like to welcome you to remain as long as your own people can spare you from active duty."&nbsp; She reached over and keyed her comm.&nbsp; "Cadet Kramer, you may come in now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of Starfleet Academy: The Exchange Student (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 17:04:27</strong>
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				Up early as always, perhaps a little earlier than normal because Magdalene’s to report to the Commandant’s office to meet a newly-arrived Ensign, she sits in bed for a while mulling over why an officer would be at the Academy rather than on active duty.<br><br>At 07:20 hours, she arrives outside von Traempler’s office, perhaps slightly sooner than expected. She leans against the wall to the right of the door as she hears just enough of the conversation, albeit muffled a bit by the door, for the pieces to start falling into place. Her journey to the location was quite pleasant since the weather is just about average for late August in Amsterdam; high 70s and sunny with some wind. However, it’s rather sticky, usually a precursor to rain. If this were a cartoon and the picture were to zoom into her head, the proverbial gears would be turning even faster so the catgirl angel could figure out what the Ensign’s role would be.<br><br>Like the bunnygirl in the office, the Cadet appears to be, substantially, human, save her animal-like features, oddly colored hair, oddly colored eyes, and, unique to her, black, feathered wings. However, unlike the visiting officer, her hair and catlike ears and tail are midnight blue while her eyes are the natural shade of amber.<br><br>Upon hearing her name, she smooths out her uniform and enters the office, getting a nice view of MacPooka’s rump in the process. The angelic woman stops beside the Ensign, offering a salute to the other women. “Yes, Commandant?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of Starfleet Academy: The Exchange Student (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-07-2013, 19:43:02</strong>
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				"This is Ensign MacPooka, of the Royal Caledonian Star Navy.&nbsp; She'll be auditing classes here on a temporary basis, observing our training program.&nbsp; She was most recently assigned to <em>Clan Drummond</em> as an Astrogator...do I have that correct, Ensign?"<br><br>"Aye-aye, Ma'am."<br><br>Again, the Bunny-girl seems to stand a little straighter when her ship is mentioned, and no wonder--the news reports have mentioned that someone else's naval cruiser en route to Yggdrasil intercepted a rather bold band of pirates in mid-raid and rescued a majority of the civilians who had been taken hostage along with their property.&nbsp; When the Starfleet patrol arrived in response to the initial distress call, they'd found several of the surviving pirates begging for a chance to surrender to them instead...<br><br>"With that in mind, Cadet, I'm assigning you as her guide and room-mate," the Commandant continued, her unspoken hope that perhaps such added responsibility would keep Cadet Kramer out of further mischief this year only too clear to the Angelic.&nbsp; "Dismissed, both of you."<br><br>Ensign MacPooka snapped to attention and gave the Commandant what might have been a textbook salute a hundred years ago, then executed a perfect about-face and left...in the process giving her new handler a better look at the rest of the uniform: navy blue blazer, Black Watch tartan kilt, a rather antique-looking belt and sporran, both showing some sort of tree insignia.&nbsp; On her left shoulder there was an embroidered patch that showed some sort of ship's crest, accompanied by two tartan flashes.&nbsp; The same crest was repeated as a badge on the Bunny-girl's navy blue bonnet.&nbsp; There were a few brightly colored bars on her left breast, the Caledonian national insignia on the right.<br><br>All in all, it seemed a terribly dated outfit, even for a dress uniform. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of Starfleet Academy: The Exchange Student (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 22:08:40</strong>
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				Magdalene opens her mouth to say something about not knowing exactly what Ensign MacPooka’s auditing of classes entails, having heard the tail end of the conversation between the officers. What, exactly? That will remain a mystery because Magdalene closes her mouth before she gets a word in edgewise on that particular subject. “No wonder I’m the only cadet who didn’t meet his or her roommate before orientation,” are her words as her lips curl into a smile while she shakes her head as though she were reminding the Commandant that the vast majority of the “mischief” was, simply, her being in the wrong place at the wrong time after the fact. She exits the office, flaring her wings out on the way. “How has your day been, Ensign?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 15:33:39</strong>
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				"Fair enough, thank you for asking, Cadet," the Bunny answered levelly, her tone professionally correct and polite, colored with a strong brogue.&nbsp; "I trust my presence won't be putting you too far out of your normal routine?&nbsp; Captain MacGovern had planned our arrival a few days ago, after all, and here instead of a single you'll have a roomie."<br><br>She gave Magdalene a quick sidelong appraisal, and a slight smile played across her lips.<br><br>"But ye'll not be wantin' me ta be proper full time, I warrant," her accent thickened.&nbsp; "As I'm not in yer chain o' command an' all."
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 23:31:23</strong>
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				Magdalene lets Ensign MacPooka finish before answering, ever the polite Cadet. Does she notice the appraisal? Yes. She, even, tries to bait the other woman into giving her a slower, more blatant appraisal by turning so she was looking at the wall and walking sideways with a criss-cross step. “Of course, it won’t bother me, Ensign. I’d planned on having a roomie.” The angelic woman gives the bunny a slightly slower appraisal than she was given a little earlier. “According to my cousins, the exchange student tends to stay the whole year and is given the same schedule as his or her roommate for, at least, the first semester. If this is true, you’ll be auditing <em>my</em> classes this semester. Of course, you might not be able to stay the whole year due to being a commissioned officer.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 19:26:11</strong>
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				"I'm on detached duty.&nbsp; Barrin' some manner of emergency or crisis, I'll be here for the duration.&nbsp; <em>Drummond</em> was my transportation, ye ken, for all that it was a workin' passage."&nbsp; The Ensign manages to keep her eyes on Magdalene's face, with a few momentary lapses, but her smile seems a little more relaxed when she continues.&nbsp; "Their Majesties are most interested in studyin' other ways of doing things, ye ken."<br><br>She laughs, turns her eyes front to keep her focus on where they're walking.<br><br>"Not ta mention that they're rather up front about wantin' a fresher perspective.&nbsp; I'm commissioned, aye, but I'm only just out with a mere two active duty cruises under my belt.&nbsp; As the thinkin' goes, I'll have a more open mind fer alternate approaches, not havin' half a century's worth of career ta defend."<br><br>Her smile, warm and friendly and not nearly as formal as she seemed just a few moments ago in the presence of the Commandant, lingers on Magdalene's display.<br><br>"How about you, Cadet?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 21:10:54</strong>
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				Magdalene scratches her chin when Ensign MacPooka mentions “detached duty”, obviously, wondering what that entails. Lucky for her, the question is answered within seconds when the other woman continues. The resident takes in the remainder of the visitor’s words in silence. “Methinks Their Majesties are very sensible for sending an unseasoned officer.” “Methinks?” Yes. She realizes it’s antiquated but thinks it retains its charm. “As for my day, it’s been early, like every other day I’ve been at the Academy. Other than that, it’s been wonderful.” “Early?” Cadet Obvious, much? Of course, but she feels it’s worth pointing out. The angelic woman hovers for a few moments before landing just hard enough for her breasts to bounce significantly. Is she teasing her roomie? Certainly. Although, how much depends on if the latter took the former’s bait and looked up her skirt.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 18:23:12</strong>
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				"Their Majesties are well served, an' it was probably the First Lady Consort talked 'em into it...she's a fair bit o' work, aye.&nbsp; Easy on the eyes.&nbsp; His Majesty'd have three wives in total if we permitted it, ye ken.&nbsp; She's kin to the Imperial Prince who negotiated Kenshin's ascension to the throne, no less.&nbsp; His daughter, in fact.&nbsp; A fine kettle of fish that'd turn out to be if we tried ta break 'em up."<br><br>The Bunny-woman's eyes track Magdalene's brief flight, lingering on the peek of the angelic's body and bouncing breasts without further comment, and while Magdalene has no way of knowing that the resulting blush is a thankful one for the nipple-hiding characteristics of stiff cloth uniform tunics, the compliment is silently clear.<br><br>"May I ask what area of focus your studies hold," Molly continues, trying to return her own thoughts to professional and proper grounds before she risks alienating her new room-mate.
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 20:54:25</strong>
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				Magdalene offers an understanding nod to Ensign MacPooka’s first thought and notes her blush. Does she know its reasoning? Of course not. Can she sense that? Not clearly. However, she, certainly, sensed the other woman’s peek up her skirt. The angelic woman has a short internal debate about the bunny’s train of thought before deciding not to pursue the direction it seems to be going for the moment. “I’ll be a tactical officer in four years.” Her lips curl into a smirk. “You seemed to enjoy looking up my skirt while I was hovering. What were your studies focused on, aside from other women?” The resident moves so she’s beside the visitor and spanks her playfully before starting for their room again.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 22:20:05</strong>
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				Molly blushes harder, turns her eyes away.<br><br>"Beggin' yer pardon," she mumbles, "dinnae know what came over me..."&nbsp; And then Magdalene swats her, and she bites her lip to stifle the sudden cry of pleasure that threatens to betray her lack of composure.<br><br>"A-astrogation," she answers.&nbsp; "Astrogator's Mate as a Midshipman, then the usual courses.&nbsp; Not Helm, though."
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 04:41:04</strong>
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				Magdalene stays silent until Ensign MacPooka finishes. A refreshingly polite cadet? Most certainly. However, the resident winds her tail so its tip teases the visitor through her clothing briefly. “Pardon granted.” The angelic woman licks her lips as thoughts of what she’d like to do to the bunny cross her mind. “Those classes must have been fascinating. Were you paying more attention to the classes or your female schoolmates, though?” She stops and steps in front of the other woman in the atrium only to embrace her in a more-than-friends way that she hopes will be returned. Love at first sight? Very much so. “The academy encourages public displays of affection, babe.” Flirting with her auditor? Apparently.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 05:57:28</strong>
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				Molly lets out an 'eeep' of surprise when Magdalen hugs her, having not yet fully formulated a response to the winged woman's first question when she is caught in the embrace.<br><br>"Classes, of course," she manages to splutter.&nbsp; "Too busy ta think about anything else, ye ken?"<br><br>Her surrender to Magdalene's presence is a bit stiff and awkward, mostly from surprise--the taller woman gets no sense that her closeness and warmth are unwelcome.<br><br>"Public displays?"&nbsp; The Bunny blushes harder.&nbsp; "Ye mean...uhm...it's expected that..."
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 01:35:15</strong>
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				Magdalene senses Ensign MacPooka’s fondness of her, which seems to be more prevalent than it, perhaps, should since they just met. Of course, the visitor would, likely, feel the same way about the resident’s love of her, if she knew about it. The taller woman starts fondling the shorter one’s ass and drops the subject of her habits at school. ”It means everyone here is expected to.grope and hug others as much as possible. And, yes, public sex is fairly common as well.” The angelic woman shifts so her left thigh is between the bunny’s legs and against her crotch. “You were naughty earlier, looking up my skirt.” The former starts spanking the latter, knowing she enjoyed the playful spank from before.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 03:52:43</strong>
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				"P-public sex?"&nbsp; Molly squeaks, hands rising to grip Magdalene's arms as she fights to keep both balance and composure...a fight she loses as soon as the tall angelic lifts her knee to slip between her thighs and press against her mound.&nbsp; The unexpected pleasure and pressure earn a gasp and moan for Magdalene.<br><br>"Ohhhhh...oh...that...nobody mentioned..."<br><br>Being swatted earns the taller winged wolf a soft cry of pro forma protest from her room-mate.<br><br>"S-stop that!"<br><br>...which of course means something very different than 'stop'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of Starfleet Academy: The Exchange Student (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>08-10-2013, 19:05:31</strong>
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				Magdalene stops spanking Ensign MacPooka abruptly and moves back. Why considering she can sense that the other woman doesn’t want her to stop? Simply put, she wants show her roomie their room before having sex with her.The resident licks her lips as she retakes her spot just in front and to the left of the visitor. “Perhaps, we shall volunteer for the demonstration in my Exhibitionism 101 class tomorrow, then. Something tells me you’ll love that.” The angelic woman reaches back and offers another playful swat to the bunny’s ass. “Shall we continue to the room?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 06:07:39</strong>
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				"Exhibi-what, now?"<br><br>Molly blushes, squirming uneasily now that she's no longer being held in place, and gasps when Magdalene swats her butt again.<br><br>"I'd ne'er...that is, I'm nae likely ta...I'll need a wee bit o' time ta come ta grips with the culture here, ye ken.&nbsp; We're a tad more...what's the word?"<br><br>She swallows nervously, falls in beside the winged Wolf but stays within easy reach.<br><br>"Repressed, ye ken.&nbsp; Not so...open about..."&nbsp; She gestured at a passing pair of students, walking hand in hand and clearly quite fond of one another.&nbsp; "Public display.&nbsp; Not that I've anything against it!&nbsp; Certainly not."<br><br>Biting her lower lip, she falls silent as they continue toward their room, and Magdalene can almost hear the gears turning in that pretty little lop-eared head.
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