A female Virishian day
----    Extract from a larger essay published by the Diplomatic Corps of the Virishian Collectivity dedicated to exploring the Virishian female emancipation and gender equality within the Collectivity    ----    

My name is Karr-Sah, third engineer officer of a cargo starship.
I left my spacesuit into the freighter, walking freely and finally back to natural nudity in the large inhabited areas of the station: moving one hand on an information panel attached to a wall I let the stations’ computers to register my presence and allot me a free room. Once I reached it, I discovered without much surprise that the plastic shelves were full of little items and souvenirs of another Virishian: the entirety of his personal possessions and belongings. Checking the panel, I learned how the male who previously inhabited the room departed for a two-Cycles voyage directed to the next inhabited station: his return scheduled just after three other Cycles, so there was no reason for him to bring his belongings with him.
Theft is a prehistoric concept for Virishians, I simply observed with curiosity the different interesting objects he collected apparently from two different planets he visited. I briefly pondered about resting a bit into the gelatinous sleeping alcove, but opted to explore more of this large station I already spent some Cycles of lives before: much changed with time, thanks a fast expansion program. Before leaving the room, I picked the standard health kit I found at the lower shelf: I took a sensor and slowly moved it to my lower abdomen. It signaled just three days left…
With a little smile, I put the sensor back and thought it could have been more interesting to deliver my litter with my shipmates around. Obviously none of them would have some part in the raising of little ones (neither I would), but it was amusing to see all of them crowded into the infirmary bay to wonder if they sired a kit. I stretched my slender body in front of one of the mirrors of the room: my pregnancy only noticeable after a small swelling of my belly. This is the worst of the “burden” for a Virishian female and while it occurred roughly once for Cycle, it impaired little to nothing of our working capabilities. For many sentient races, the pregnancy it’s a long burden that forced to social submission many females who had little to do in their lives apart producing and tending offspring.  
At the age of 44 Cycles of ages, I am considered a young adult member of the Collectivity: my efficiency and productivity as member of a cargo ship is source of personal accomplishment, as well as my contribution to the growth of my species. A couple of hours later I walked to one of the teaching rooms for young Virishians growing up in the station. I witnessed a class of adolescents observing with serious expressions three teachers (two males and a female) demonstrating different sexual mating poses: my culture take sexual education as a very serious and important subject. A simple check through the database of the ship helped me to reach the right teaching room I intended to visit. It was separated from the main corridor by a glass wall, but I could observe a young female teacher sitting at the center of the room, surrounded by a dozen of young ones. They were attentively listening her, an explanation of some mathematical formulas to solve equations, sitting on the floor with a digital notebook to sign details: I recalled with fondness my own childhood. 
Young Virishian are meek and kind by nature. Studying is not forced on the young mind, nor frustration and stress as occurs in other species. Each young Virishian dedicate hours of study according his or her own attitude, building step-by-step interests and inclination that would point for a future career as an adult member of the Collectivity. One of the male kits of that classroom has some features similar to mine: he’s the one I searched for into the database. I doubt we would ever meet, and after all why should we? Virishians grew up without families, because the Collectivity, the schoolmates and the teachers fill this role. Still... to look upon that kit with my same eye color and the very same short tail it’s a remark of my live contribution, to have made something more than simply achieve a good career as crewmember of a cargo ship. His pelt was orange-and-white, obviously taking after his sire… who I do not recall or recognize. Giving the kit’s age, I guess could have been a fellow student or a teacher during my advanced studies of space engineering. 
The class departed from the room after a while, moving to one of room dedicated to projecting entertaining videos of the past. It was a classic school subject, to study our past and learn from mistakes and triumphs. While I followed them, I felt suddenly a little pang in my lower body: I quickly recognized it as something associated to my secondary womb, the one currently empty of young lives. It was a quite common happening in coincidence to the birth of a litter. The movie was a classic one of the Unionist Era: a not-really peaceful time of domination of a postindustrial power in our homeworld, before our kind was free from the oppressive shackles of the few imposed on the many. The movie was a somewhat-deceitful comedy about a young Virishian male teen who discovered during a trip in the mountain a still-living Urrgodh (an ancestral sentient race that once co-inhabited our homeworld). Obviously, the “creature” of the movie was portrayed as a somewhat goofy and benevolent being, with use of a poorly convincing large plastic suit on an unusually tall actor. The movie plenty of propaganda hints of the Unionist government against the rivals of the time, as well as other unrealistic portrayals of happy middle-class Virishians. Once the movie ended, I left the room to the debate among the students who were already recalling all the historical mistakes. Interestingly, the movie included a high amount of female heroism, on pair with the clumsiness of the male protagonist, as well as positive portrayal of homosexual intercourse. I recall how the Union government of the time, felt the need to insert such elements to deliberately divert the progressist debate over it rather than the dramatic social and ecological issues on the planet.
While I was walking back to my room, I felt that pang once again. My whole body experienced a shrill of warmth, even if my fur and the climate conditioning of the stations keep my body temperature on good standards. It’s a signal I instinctively recognized as the start of a new ovulation. While I could of course gather the attention of males in every point of the station, I decided to enter one of the many free rooms specificity designed for the purpose: inside, I could witness a three male comrades partaking in sexual activities. I place one hand on a panel, which quickly recorded all my health data and assured there were no direct relatives of mine among them. I briefly pass a pair of males copulating on the floor: the larger silver-pelted one actively humping a smaller gold-pelted male with passion. My hands gently touched the gray-pelted male and I kissed his muzzle, but he was quite intent in finishing with the smaller male and my eyes caught sight of a certain charming brown-pelted Diplomatic who later politely asked me to write this text for his essay. Menn-Jhu is a male of fine feature like the Virishian standard: yet his darker coloration is not particularly common and if I recall it’s a trait of some lineage of the northern Tallhassian regions of the homeworld. He congratulated with me for the imminent birth of my litter, placing one hand on my modestly swollen belly. While doing so, I could feel the little kits wriggling inside. He penetrated me swiftly, satisfying that need that became a nuisance: I leaned against the wall, while his body begun thrusting quickly and with determination, the thickness of his penis filling me perfectly and bringing waves of pleasures to my satisfied mind. I could feel the warmth of his seed pumping inside me and invading my now-receptive womb. While thrusting few more times, I noticed the male right hand firmly hold on my buttocks, an instinctive sing of possession for sure… and I was fine allowing it. As he pulled back, a trail of his seed flowed to the floor, yet far more secured inside me. 
He was the first male to mount me at my ovulation peak, and given the high fertility and vitality of Virishian sperms, there were high chances he sired one or more kits. The golden-pelted male intruded between us: he was slightly shorter and somewhat young, seed still dripping from his own rear but his hands moved with polite decisions to my loins as he asked me to bend for him. I complied, while Menn-Jhu walked toward the silver-pelted large male who was laying on the floor and found a pose to initiate a mutual fellatio. When I departed the room, the mixed seed of the three males was full secured inside me, I would obviously mate with many other males in the following days, but chances for siring kits in a future litter usually center around the first hours after the ovulation. 
I abstained for sex only two days later, when I felt some slight cramps because of the imminent birth. I sent a note to the nearby medical bay where I found waiting for me a small liquid chamber and the company of other female comrades at the same stage of their pregnancy. The birthing chambers are similar to the sleeping alcoves, with a neutral warm gel enveloping our bodies to assure the maximus level of hygiene. As I felt the movements of the first kit, I made a single push, delivering almost effortlessly a male kit to the world. It took no more than another quarter of hour for me to deliver in succession other two males and a single female. They were quickly placed into growing alcoves: similar to the sleeping ones, and designed to welcome, provide warmth and nourishment to kits of few days of life. I left the birthing chamber with nothing more than a slight numbness in the limbs and talked with curiosity to the doctor. A quick genetic test confirmed how the kits were sired by different crewmembers of my ship. They would of course receive an update on their database but I took a mental note to congratulate my ship second-in-command who conceived the little girl inheriting his reddish eyes, and to praise the virility of the engine room technician: a black-and-while pelted male of peculiar burly feature who managed to conceive two of the three males. I am quite content that another of my litters is going to be taken care in the nursery of this efficient station.  With this litter, I have currently 68 kits born to me but it would take another full Cycle before I could deliver others. As most of Virishian females, since I hit puberty, I have hardly spent a moment without kits growing inside me with the exception of two full Cycles when I preventively took heat suppressors. Our cargo ship was tasked with a delivery mission in a dangerous war zone and the Collectivity could not allow births so close to the frontline for lack of proper civilian living stations or colonial words. 
In the following days of free leave, I would spend time touring the station, visiting the greenhouses and the cultivation areas, and obviously visiting frequently the mating rooms. I can no longer feels the same warmth induced by ovulation, meaning the first mating session was successful in impregnating me, but after all an healthy Virishian with no illness or physical impediments usually have sex at least a dozen of times for day.