Beyond the Wall: Chapter 1 (Part 1)

Gemini Green-3795 squatted in a maintenance alcove several stories above Theta Dome’s main airlock, her elbows on her knees, her tail squeaking against the scuffed metal surface behind her in impatience. For the nth time since agreeing to this meeting, she glanced towards the chronometer floating in one corner of her vision, then huffed into her rebreather, temporarily fogging the lenses of her pressure-mask. Closing her eyes, she slowly counted under her breath and anxiously drummed her rubber-coated clawtips against her forearms.

It wasn’t as if she had a schedule to keep. She could take as long as she wanted on the repair validations, as long as she got them done before the next automated maintenance cycle. She could even cancel the request entirely. Lunar Central would simply republish the request and somebody else with the necessary qualifications would take the assignment. She wasn’t even really in any danger of needing to work any time soon. She gave enough of her time to maintaining Theta Dome’s ventilation system that she could afford to spend the next hundred rotations doing nothing but reviewing automat cuisine and importing designer pharma from Ganymede.

Rather, the chance to work on the external airlocks—and most importantly, outside them—gave Gemini a chance to practice one of her more… difficult… vices. She inhaled sharply, rolling the scent of her own breath and the citrus tang of her air supply around in her nostrils. Pressure-suit training was mandatory for residence in any of Luna’s domes, and Central was quick to fine anyone whose certification lapsed. That was one tax the neofeline airtech had never had to pay, and probably never would. To the extent she could, she lived in her suit, filtering her reality through twin transparent displays and a thin layer of full-body latex.

Unfortunately, to really get the full experience, she needed at least one partner, somebody brave enough to risk a seal breach and interesting enough to be worth the risk. On Mars or Titania, that wouldn’t have been a problem; most of the inhabitants knew their way around a suit and the local cultures encouraged the sort of no-risk-no-reward attitude the technician could get behind. Lunar tastes, however, ranged to the safer, saner, and more consensual. That meant that, in Theta Dome at least, Gemini’s choices were somewhat limited. She’d sent out a message to her top five candidates a full five kiloseconds before starting the job, hoping for an interested response, but she’d only gotten static for her troubles.

With a count of FF, Gemini stood and stretched, the suit squeaking around her. She sighed into her rebreather and slid forward towards the edge of the alcove. Just to the left of the airlock was a small terminal, and she slid the snug metamagnetic bracelet around her wrist into the small opening below. The port chimed softly in recognition, and then air rushed into the space between the seals. With pressure near to normal, the sign above the door lit and a second beep sounded as the inner iris opened, revealing a narrow space lit with simple white panels. Two emergency pressure-suits and helmet hung on one side of the gap, while hazard icons blanketed the other. The airtech stepped between them and pressed her bracelet to the inner scanner, and the iris sealed behind her.

“Hello, Gemini.” The words echoed across her cochlear transducer. The feline’s eyes widened behind her lenses as she spun around. Leaning against the inner iris, a raccoon half-grinned at her from within a smoke-tinted bubble-helmet. Silvery biomechanical tendrils crept up from beneath the neckline of zir own suit. “Fancy meeting me here.”

“Kassita.” The airtech hissed the name into her rebreather as she backed up against the outer ring. “I don’t recall asking for your help.”

The raccoon chittered in response, zir feedback-laugh grating directly into Gemini’s skull. “Not directly, perhaps, but I received word from… a mutual acquaintence, shall we say.” Spidery threads of unfocused nanopaste clung to the inside of zir visor. “I thought I might offer.”

Gemini backed up against the outer iris, but her denial was lost to the rush of fans as they evacuated the airlock. The feline swayed slightly as the pressure outside dropped, sending a rush of blood to her head. The warning sign light flashed twice, and her wrist bracelet began to vibrate as the second ring opened. She took a step backwards, crossing the threshold. Outside, Terra hung high in the sky, the cyan glow of the Wall surrounding and isolating the planet shining like a second sun. Sol floated lower and to the left, casting long shadows across the ground.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” Kassita mused as zie glided towards the feline. Zir paws were at the feline’s shoulders before the she could say no, gecko-like patches on the raccoon’s fingertips affixing themselves to the airtech’s suit. “O, goblet full to brim with bloom and faun, what grants her holder never but a sip. Padilla’s Shattered Albedo always seems appropriate when Earthgazing, don’t you think?”

The airtech squirmed around, trying to pull free of Kassita’s van der Waals grip. “I’m not out here to Earthwatch,” she protested. “I’m just here to spot-check the automated repair system.”

“Correction, Gemini. You’re here to engage in asphyxiation and exposure-play.” One of Kassita’s gloves slid with uncomfortable fluidity down Gemini’s front, leaving a faint silvery trail as zie caressed the airtech’s suit. When zir paw reached Gemini’s hip, zie turned her roughly to face the Wall. “If you happen to certify that repair work while you’re enjoying yourself, so much the better.”

Gemini grit her teeth, trying to ignore the warmth she was feeling inside her suit. She jerked her shoulder forward out from under Kassita’s grip, but the raccoon’s glove held as if bonded in place. “Technicalities. What do you want?”

Kassita chittered again, this time backed by a dissonant trill, like a pair of sine waves fighting for dominance. “The same thing you want, of course. You haven’t actually told me to stop, you realize. You could at any point, but you haven’t, have you?” Zie snapped one arm forward, grabbed Gemini by the back of the throat and jerked backwards. “I’m starting to suspect you don’t really want me to stop, do you?”

Gemini’s eyes went wide as a binaural beat began to drum its way into her head, disrupting her focus. “I—” Between the sudden motion and the carrier signal, Gemini’s thoughts struggled to cohere. “I want you….” She shook her head, her tail lashing behind her, swatting at Kassita’s thighs. “… to stop.”

Kassita put one paw on the release valve of Gemini’s airtank and gave it a quarter-turn. “Do you really?”

Gemini groaned as the air hissed behind her. Unbidden, one of her paws went between her thighs, as if she could physically restrain the physiological response through her latex suit. “Don’t,” she whimpered. “Stop.”

“Don’t stop?” Kassita chittered. “If you insist.” Zie gave another half-twist, and the pressurized air in Gemini’s tanks began to boil away, tiny flurries condensing across the raccoon’s helmet. “Breathe slow, Gemini. Every lungful will cost you.” Zir other paw went to Gemini’s tail, pulling it to the side as zie pressed against the rear of the airtech’s suit. “Here, let me give you something that will help.” Zie casually linked the front of zir suit to the back of Gemini’s and extruded a nanotendril between them.

“Wh—” Gemini interrupted herself midword, holding her breath as she listened to the gas venting behind her. She keened softly into her rebreather and pressed more firmly against her cleft. Her whole body shook as as she struggled against the urge to grind her hips against her paw. As she rocked on her hinds, she felt one of her waste-seals crack, and then something body-warm and slick pressing directly against her fur. Her teeth chattered as the filaments of nanopaste began to light up her neurons, compounding her desire. “—at!” she finished sharply, caught between the need to pull away and the fear of breaking the seal.

Kassita’s laugh echoed in Gemini’s cochlear transducer again, rolling along the dueling sine waves. “It’s just a small gift, Gemini. Something I’ve wanted to share with you for a very long time.” Zie pushed the silvery probe further into Gemini’s suit, slipping between her legs, splitting and gliding through her fur towards her openings. “You’ll love it once you try it, I promise.”

Caught between rising arousal and terror, Gemini’s heart began to pound. The dissonant hum and the dwindling oxygen killed any hope of protest. Everywhere the nanotendrils touched her, cool electricity poured into her skin, lighting her nerves and augmenting her arousal. She began to rock impatiently against her fist, fingers rolling against her crotch as she mewled into her rebreather. Stars danced at the edge of her vision, while the Wall glowed directly before her. “No.” The word was automatic, a whisper among howls. “Please.”

“No and please?” The raccoon’s voice flowed along those sensuous sine waves, cold enough to burn. “You should make up your mind, Gemini. You don’t have much air left. Which is it?”

“Please!” came Gemini’s gasping reply, her lungs starting to sting. The stars grew brighter even as her vision began to fade. She jammed her paw tightly to her crotch, pressing inward against the thickening quicksilver tentacle crawling inside her sex. “Please! Please! Please! Please!” The word became a mantra, every thrust of her hips forward and back matched with a fresh exclamation as she rode the dizzying wave of disorientation towards climax.

Kassita’s smile turned cold, her eyes narrowing to slits. “Then… no.” Zie hissed, and suddenly the tendrils withdrew, sucking backwards into the raccoon’s suit, replacing the seal in their wake. Zie pushed the airtech away and stepped back towards the airlock. “If you want it, then it isn’t any fun.”

Gemini cried out in frustration, rocking frantically against her fingers. The loss of the nanoprobes inside her left her cold, but the oxygen-loss was enough to push herself over the edge, and she dropped to her knees, yowling into her rebreather as she climaxed. She fell forward onto all fours, wincing as the metamagnetic bracelet banged into the back of her paw. “Bitch,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“You wouldn’t appreciate it otherwise,” Kassita smirked as she withdrew. “Come find me in Red Sector, four-eight-two-five, if you change your mind later. You may want to refill your tanks before you try to work. Oh, and one more thing. Jakob Voynovich sends his regards.” Then the raccoon stepped back inside the airlock, disappearing from view.