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>>42668838
How many people here still remember space anubis?

>>15938276
I think >>15938292 sums it up pretty well, but I like to gush.

My fantasy would revolve around me and my anubis waifu living on a spacecraft together. Either our own little ship, travelling from star to star for whatever reason, maybe exploring, searching, or running.

Or working as engineers on an interstellar cruise liner. An opulent, colossal marvel of technology and beautiful architechture, carrying passengers on spectacular voyages to stars, planets, nebulae, and all kind of celestial sightseeing attactions. Where you could stand on the promenade deck, look up, and see all the infinite universe above, competing with the festive lights of the ship to take one's breath away.

And where the two of us would be living practically a world away from all that. Our living quarters somewhere deep down in the ship's bowels, hidden in a maze of grey walls and dull, tangled pipework. Two little cupboards barely large enough to qualify as a space a single human could reasonably be expected to survive in. And where we'd spend most of our free time together in one of those rooms anyway. In stifling intimacy that'd be uncomfortable under any other circumstance, getting to know each other. Outside of that, we'd pretty much never have any time to soak up the spectacle or the luxury of the liner. While the passengers would be having parties and dances, experiencing the facilities like the spas, zero-g swimming "pools", malls and so on, we'd be crawling through utility tunnels keeping the whole operation from grinding to a catastrophic halt. Overworked, mostly underappreciated, and laughing with each other as we toil against faulty wiring, outdated computers, choking engines, quenching reactors, and the kind of problems that would probably scare the average person away from ever getting on the cruise liner if they knew about them.
I can't even list here all the situations I could imagine us getting into. Or describe what it'd be like to just enjoy her warm, confident, occasionally snarky company in an otherwise cold, sterile environment. It's an idea I've poured so much into, it probably wouldn't be too much of a stretch to adapt it into a story, given the freedom of time.

The highlight of either fantasy would definitely be long after we've got to know each other, and fall for each other. When she calls me into one of the unused observation rooms, a huge, empty space with just one massive screen window peeking out into the vastness of space. Walking through the door, and seeing her perfect lithe figure sillhouetted against all those stars, wearing nothing but a completely transparent piece of long, open, airy white and pink negligee. Maybe even with white lace, open-footed stockings, and white matching lace arm-gloves.
My fantasy would be seeing her smile as I walk in, watching as she takes a few sinuous, hip-swinging steps forwards before pressing a button on a device in her paw, causing the room's gravity to lower with every step she takes.

Three more slow steps closer, and her long hair, for once not tied into a messy ponytail, starting to drift and bounce a little more with every movement. Again more, and her negligee starting to slowly curl upwards, crawling up her belly and exposing even more of her dark skin. Halfway across the room, and it's like she's walking in slow motion, or underwater, each step leaves her suspended in the air for a whole second before she lands, bouncing like a balloon slowly filling with helium.
Even closer, her breasts buoyant and free from any downward force, so soft and so much plumper, pulling up the white and pink silk even more as they wobble slowly. Her paws are out by her sides to balance her as each step takes her two feet into the air, two and a half, three feet, four seconds to land, then five, then six, toes pointed like a ballerina, leaving a trail of pearl-like droplets that slowly wobble and descend to the floor between her legs.
Then, with her final step, and push off from the ground, she doesn't land at all. Exhilaratingly free from gravity, her hair curtaining, her negligee hanging loosely from her shoulders, and both of them framing her like light and dark wings, shimmering and shining in the low, ambient light.
Her paws reaching out, green eyes sparkling with lust and the stomach-dropping thrill of weightlessness, face flushed and just looking like an angel in general. She'd wrap her arms around me and use her momentum to carry us both back and up, up, up into our own little bubble of floaty love and twirling, entwining embrace. Then we'd paint the room with sweat and sex.

>>15549470
One day, I hope.

>>15549475
Nah, I've saved up a good amount, I always make sure I've got enough to pay for basic stuff before anything else.
Yeah, if she was real, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from spending everything save for food and living money on her.

>>15549476
It's a very expensive form of escapism.

>>15549478
>>15549482
Anubis, and that'd be great. Falling asleep with one of the pictures of her still on my screen or something, and waking up with her physical there, right out of the picture. If only. But >>15549484 could also happen.

>>15549494
Just an occasional writefag for a hobby, who loves anubi.
I've spent $490 on anubis art, and a little more on some other monstergirls.

>>15286659
>>15286671
How thick you want yourr girls?

>>14918450
Sounds spooky. I'd rather just cuddle and avoid all those derelict ships with moaning coming over the communications channel.

>>14884825
A nubnub. I get to see her tummy marks fill up like a fuel gauge in real time as she takes the increasing length and volume of semen.
Doing it in space probably wouldn't be the cleanest thing. But she might enjoy floating inside what's basically a massive snow-globe full of warm, delicious cum.