Hellhound explorer visits a space station!!

The small space station's inhabitants watch the even smaller vessel dock with curiosity. An uninvited guest out here? They aren't complaining, they haven't seen anyone new to their few hundred person strong community in several standard solar cycles. From the cramped little vessel emerges a frankly massive hellhound, pointed ears scraping the ceiling, fur the color of stars and flame the color of beginning. She waves a paw and explains that her ship was running out of fuel and she needed somewhere to dock.

The station's mayor-captain welcomes her in, explaining that it's going to be awhile before they get their next shipment of fuel but he'll order extra for her. She graciously accepts and begins to integrate into the little community, helping where she can. A massive, reality-warping demon is incredibly useful to have in a run down space station it turns out. Entire wings that were lost to vacuum repaired with the spreading of flame and the wave of a paw. Food stores restocked. Everyone loved her, except for one.

The station's oldest resident, who claims to have sailed every corner of the astral sea before settling down here. Pointing boney fingers and hissing to any who would listen about how hellhounds are nothing but hedonistic tricksters that only do things for their own pleasure. That any moment this star colored hound that everyone loves is going to turn around, yank their brains out and turn this into a breeding colony staffed by moronic whores that can't understand anything more complicated than having a cock in their pussy.

It doesn't take long for these accusations to reach the hound's ears, who sheepishly does admit that many of her sisters do that, and she /does/ love sex (Sorry about your wife again, Johnson. She didn't mean to.) but she's out here to see the stars and explore. If she just molded everywhere she went into a fuck-paradise, then she might as well have stayed home in Machrae Diir and kept all her doors and windows open so her musk would invite every succubus and other lust demon in for a perpetual brainless orgy. She'll go talk to that angry old man though, and set everything straight.

He isn't interested in talking, just pointing fingers and spewing demonphobia. The Hellhound asks what he does around here and he proudly says he's here to share his wisdom, too old to do anything physically.She nods, and looking over her shoulder to make sure there's nobody to see this slams her paws through his old ears, ripping every ounce of wisdom and intelligence out and throwing them into the station's computers for easier access.

With the spread of her flame she burns the old man to ash, erasing his existence from the station's personal history. Waving her paws like she was conducting an orchestra, the ashes swirl into a new shape. Younger, nicer, feminine. Breeding hips that get caught in door frames and breasts that can engulf heads. Pillowy, pouty lips made for sucking and not speaking. A head only useful for growing beautiful platinum blonde hair and maintaining a gorgeous face, and not for thinking at all.

The station's new "relief officer" whose only job is to look pretty, giggle and get fucked even dumber than she already is on the regular. Sliding that concept into the empty history left by the non-existent old man, the hellhound draws her flames back to herself and smiles. The rest of her stay is much calmer and nicer now. Regular visits to the relief officer, helping with repairs and cooking and generally just integrating herself into the community. When the shipment of fuel comes even the hellhound is a little sad.

But her heart calls for seeing everything creation has to offer. The entire station gathers together to wish her a safe voyage, stuffing her little vessel with as many gifts and extra supplies as it can fit. They all stay to watch as her solar sail unfurls and her engines hum. The Hellhound, color of stars and beginning, takes off from the station. She knows she'll never see it again, creation is much too vast, but she left a reminder of her time there.

The relief officer giggles dumbly as she rubs her swollen stomach, full of a litter of pups.