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Exceeding Recommended Safety Guidelines

By Danath

Maloo (C) Maloo

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"How many did we lose?" a tired weasel asked. The sharp white overhead lights made the platinum pips on his collar glint.

A tall, thin wolf walked behind the weasel carrying an electronic clipboard with access to all the ship's logs, status reports, and any other details the commander could need. He tapped a few buttons on the digital display.

"Seven, sir. Two pilots are MIA and their ships non-recoverable. The other five are in medical with various injuries. Their ships are damaged and in need of repair."

"Shit. How many ships do we have left?"

The wolf glanced at his pad. "Fifty-nine, sir."

The weasel stopped. "I may be new on this boat, lieutenant, but I'm not an idiot. This is just an informal inspection so I can get my bearings," he said, leaning in and up so he was eye to eye with the taller wolf. "I don't tolerate half-truths or exaggerations. Now how many fighters do we have at the ready in launch condition?"

The wolf swallowed and double-checked his pad. "Fifty-nine, sir."

The weasel swore and leaned back, teeth bared. "Damn it, I don't know who's in charge of the gearheads on this boat, but I'm going to put a stop to this nonsense right this second!"

"Sir, if I may, uh..."

The commander ignored the wolf as he strode down the tall, arching corridors of the Titan's Pride, a supply and service ship in the service of the Five Republics Navy. A front-line base for refueling, resupplying, and repairing the ships and soldiers from nearby battles, it was critical to the war effort. Commander Stiles had only been aboard a few hours after his predecessor was killed traveling back from a military conference.

He'd had no warning of his new assignment, but he'd been a second-in-command on a similar ship and knew that with fighters getting constantly damaged, there was no way they could have close to sixty of their full complement of ninety at the ready. The best his old ship ever managed was forty - and that was just for a day or two.

Storming through the corridors, he erupted onto the massive flight repair deck. The walls stretched hundreds of feet up into the air. Walkways and lifts circled the entire bay, allowing engineers access to the upper levels of large ships. Several large barges and medium-size corvettes were in for repairs with dozens of engineers climbing in and around them. It took a few more minutes of walking before the weasel and wolf came in view of the fighter repair bay. The commander visibly fumed the entire time and angrily cut off his subordinate whenever the wolf attempted to clarify the numbers.

The fighter repair area was different on every ship depending on the whims of the crew who worked on it. On his old ship, the repair bay for the fighters resembled an old-time auto repair ship. The weasel regarded the Titan's Pride set-up with some distaste. Even from this distance, he could see there were no lifts or mechanical arms for lifting engines and armor off the ships, just a few heavy-duty benches. Five obviously damaged ships - including one with only half of one wing remaining - sat on the various tables, mere sheets of reinforced metal atop tripod legs.

"They haven't even started work on the damaged fighters?" the weasel roared, working himself up into a fury. The wolf behind him flinched as nearby mechanics and engineers turned to stare.

The weasel wasn't as angry as he let on, but he found it helpful to instill a sense of awe in his subordinates from day one.

"The fighter mechanic's shift has only just started and they've been bringing the ships on board during the past hour. They just got here," the wolf said, trotting along behind the new commander obediently. "But please, sir, if I could just explain-"

"Where's the Sergeant?"

"I've paged her, sir, she'll be here any moment."

A few moments later, a short, harried white rabbit scurried across the floor of the bay towards them, adjusting her dark gray engineer's tunic as she went.

She pulled up to a halt in front of them and went rigid as her arm snapped into a salute.

"Sir!"

"Am I to understand, Ms.-"

"Hemmings, sir."

"-Hemmings, that your crew is able to keep a complement of nearly sixty fighters on the ready at any given moment?"

"Yes, sir, I apologize, but the last few weeks were very difficult and we haven't been able to stay above seventy."

The weasel's eyes bulged out of his face as he leaned in. "Seventy! You expect me to believe that?"

Realizing the new commander's confusion, Sergeant Hemmings couldn't help but crack a smile. It faded quickly under the weasel's withering stare.

"Uh, sir, please follow me," she said, backing up and jerking her head towards the fighter repair bay. "I think if you see our engineering team you'll understand."

"We'll see about that," the weasel growled.

The three walked farther across the bay. In the distance, in the far corner of the bay, they could see the fighters. As dual-use ships, they could be deployed in both space and in atmospheres, so they retained a jet-like appearance with wings and fins in addition to the thrusters they used in space to adjust direction and the central engine boosters in the back.

As they came closer, the commander could see someone working in the midst of the five damaged fighters. At first, it appeared the fighters weren't real - they were too small, for one thing, and the commander immediately thought they were trying to trick him in some way. But as they got closer, the real nature of the Titan's Pride's engineering squad became obvious.

It wasn't the fighters were small. It was that the cougar fixing them was huge.

Nearly twelve feet tall, the golden-furred feline towered over the small, single-person fighter jets. Even from a hundred feet away, the way the powerful cat's muscles shifted and bulged under hir pelt was obvious. A pair of faded blue denim overalls clung to hir body, wrapping tightly around a pair of massive breasts. The straps curled over the tops, digging into the fur; the front panel barely made it over both nipples. It stuck to hir belly like lycra, outlining the shifting abdominal muscles underneath, then stretched across hir crotch. A thick, oversized maleness moved up and down as shi walked or bent over, sometimes getting squeezed between hir legs and breasts as shi crouched down to pick something up.

Behind hir, a long and snake-like golden tail tipped in black swayed hypnotically. Occasionally it reached out and wrapped around a wrench or other tool and brought it to the cougar like some kind of fifth paw. The cougar was barefoot for obvious reasons - there was no supplier of the Five Republics Navy that carried anything close to the size shi required.

"That's Maloo," Sergeant Hemmings said simply. "Shi's our fighter repair team."

"The entire team?"

"Yes, sir."

The rabbit and wolf stopped short behind the weasel as he stared at the feline. Maloo, oblivious to their presence, ignored the stares as shi crouched low to the ground before exploding into a jump that carried hir high into the air. Shi landed on top of one of the fighters with a thud that sent reverberations through the floor they could feel even a hundred feet away. Shi carried in one paw a massive electro-zinc drill normally operated by two people and carted around in a special hanging harness. With the ease of having a singularly powerful body, Maloo used the drill to undo the locks on the panel of the engine compartment. The metal lid clanged onto the floor as the cougar glanced down inside and pulled a few switches. Clouds of steam and smoke swirled out of the insides as the cougar reached in and disconnected the engine mounts with a wrench shi'd hung from a strap on hir overalls.

Leaving the drill laying on top of the super-glass covering the cockpit, Maloo dug her toes into the metal frame and grasped the engine in both paws. With a grunt, shi lifted the entire thing out of the ship - a feat impossible for anyone else, and something that normally took an hour of careful maneuvering with mechanical arms.

The floor shook again as the cougar hopped off the fighter, carrying the engine on hir shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Shi dumped it on a work bench - a customized job for hir, being taller than any other in the bay - and pulled a large magnifier over it, peering into the inner workings and rummaging around with pliers and sautering irons and other tools. Broken pieces of metal and circuit boards went flying as the cougar rapidly went to work fixing the damaged components. The cougar treated the multi-million-credit engine like it was a children's toy - Sergent Hemmings winced when they all heard a loud curse as the cougar ripped out expensive electronics like so much cotton stuffing.

"Very well," the commander said, abruptly turning on his heel and walking the other way. His tone was surprisingly subdued. "Show me the mess next, Lieutenant. I could go for a coffee."

Hemmings watched the new commander leave and smiled. Heading back towards her office, she passed Maloo and waved.

"Maloo! Doing good!"

"Thanks!" the cougar said, without looking up. "That the new CO?"

"Yeah, he wanted to know why our fighter repair rate is so high."

Maloo looked up and grinned, all of hir sharp white teeth bared between hir thick black lips. "He get his answer?"

The rabbit laughed and nodded. "Yup. Don't worry. He'll leave you alone. I think he's more scared of you than the last one."

The cougar's smile broadened as shi nodded approvingly and went back to work. It wasn't that shi was unfriendly, but officers tended to get in the way of getting on with the work. Shi slung a wrench and shi did it very, very well. Officers tended to peer over shoulders - well, not her shoulders - and try to be useful, but all they managed to accomplish was additional paperwork.

The fighter on which shi was working now had taken a bullet through the coolant line which had fried most of the circuitry. It was a wonder the whole thing hadn't seized up. There weren't many moving parts in the engines - fewer still when operating in the vacuum of space - but the coolant line was the only thing that kept them going with the incredible heat of the engines and boosters so close by.

The cougar was an expert on fighters. Shi had to be - shi was too big to work on the corvette interiors, where all the parts that had to be fixed were in ducts and vents and crawlspaces too tiny for hir. It was either fix the fighters or - and the thought made Maloo's fur stand on end - get into the specially-designed spacesuit the navy built for hir in the hopes shi'd be able to work on the exteriors of the capitol ships. Maloo didn't like the weightlessness of space, where nothing had any weight to it, just mass. All of hir strength was wasted on spacewalks. The weightlessness played tricks on the gravity-dependent feline. After spending eight hours inside the suit covered in hir own vomit, shi swore off spacewalks forever.

So shi fixed fighters. And shi was damn good at it. What would take a team of four people around eight hours, shi could accomplish hirself in half the time, depending on how much had to be replaced.

Of course, that just meant longer hours for hir, especially when the fighting was heavy and damaged ships came through regularly, like now.

Engrossed in hir task, wrist-deep in the guts of the engine, Maloo didn't notice the small mouse at hir side until he coughed politely. Annoyed, shi pulled hir greasy paws free and wiped them on the thighs of hir overalls, inadvertently jostling the thickness of hir package.

The mouse was small. He wore a pair of slender black slacks and a garish red and blue jacket with a slanted white stripe from the left shoulder to the right hip. Whoever designed the pilots' uniforms watched too many cartoons as a kid, Maloo thought. And of course he was small - the pilots had to be to fit in the cramped conditions of the ships they piloted. Even with his abnormally large round ears, this little gray mouse barely came up to Maloo's thigh. The name "Marker" was printed in black on a white badge on the left side of his jacket.

"What?" shi snapped, glaring. Shi hated being interrupted. The only thing worse than officers were pilots - who were also, of course, all officers.

The mouse pointed at the fighter from which Maloo had removed the engine on the bench.

"You're taking good care of her, right?" he asked, genuine worry in his voice. "It's just, I normally end up on Venus's Joy and the engineers there always fix it just the way I like it. Otherwise she gets temperamental, you know?"

Maloo rolled hir eyes. "Yeah, well, so do I."

That seemed to work. The mouse remained silent as he watched the massive feline rebuild vital engine components. Shi could hear him, of course, shuffling around and trying to peer up over the edge of the specially-built workbench - much too tall for anyone else on the ship to use but hir.

Shi couldn't stand his helicoptering. Rounding on him, spanner in hand, the huge cougar glared at the much smaller male.

"Yes, pilot?"

The sarcasm on his title was unmistakable and the mouse winced.

"I know you guys don't like to be bothered by pilots, okay? But... okay, I'm Lieutenant Timothy Marker. That's my ship and I'm just... I don't want to leave her alone, you know?"

Maloo, not for the first time around pilots, rolled hir eyes. Still, the mouse was nervous about his ship, which was understandable. Shi sighed and pressed hir fingers to the bridge of hir muzzle.

"Alright, you can stay. Just try not to get in the way, okay?"

Marker nodded happily. There was an unwritten rule that, if asked, pilots would leave the mechanics to their jobs. Maloo never had to ask - a glare or two was enough to send even the cockiest shuttle-jockey running back to their bunks.

The massive cougar grabbed the back of the mouse's jacket. He squeaked as shi lifted him up and plopped him on the workbench next to the engine. Immediately, the tiny mouse peered into the inner workings, blocking Maloo's view. The huge feline sighed and shook hir head. Pilots knew how to push buttons, literally and metaphorically; they didn't know how to make their ships work.

"Oh, the central hypercompressor blew out, which caused a cascading failure in the energy positron matrices. That's why I couldn't do the double-round on those bastards."

Maloo stared, open muzzled, at the tiny rodent. He'd barely glanced at the insanely complicated innards before diagnosing exactly what the problem was.

"You know," he continued, "if you bypass the solar shielding and connect the temporal shaft to the hydrostasis coolant valve, you can fix this in half the time."

A slow, stupid grin spread over Maloo's muzzle. Marker squeaked again as shi pulled into a massive hug. The cougar squeezed him into hir chest, inadvertently causing hir cleavage to entirely consume the struggling pilot.

When shi set him down, Marker had a silly grin and stared, awestruck, at the cougar's oversized chest. Every time shi inhaled, the straps of the denim overalls stretched and creaked around the swells of hir breasts and the large bumps of hir nipples.

"I cannot believe it... a pilot who knows his shit," Maloo said.

Marker shook his head and raised his eyes. "I was a wrenchie on my first tour before I got pulled for pilot training," he said. "Did a lot of engine work in the big ones - only one who could fit down the crawlspaces."

"You worked on N-class?" Maloo asked, a note of awe in hir voice.

The N-classes were the largest ships in the fleet. They could only be worked on in dockyards in space. They were the most technologically advanced, the most complicated, and the most fun to fix - even taking spacewalks into account. They had four engines, dozens of guns, and were, unfortunately, too small still for Maloo to fit inside the ductworks. Since shi wasn't too good on spacewalks, it left hir no options.

"Yeah... had a lot of fun on those," the pilot said. "When I became a pilot, I made sure to read up on what I was flying. What's the point of being a pilot if you don't know how your own ship works?"

Maloo sniffed and wiped hir eyes.

"I think I love you," shi whispered.

Marker looked at his ship and the open engine on the workbench.

"Sorry, but I'm taken."

With the mouse's help, Maloo quickly finished fixing the engine. The mouse gaped when the cougar lifted the engine off the table and clambered back up onto the fighter, lowering it down into position with hir bare, grease-stained paws. Clamps and hoses automatically clamped into place; the cougar double-checked all the connections before closing the compartment.

The big cat hopped off the small fighter and patted its side.

"I think she's good to go once we get fresh armor on her."

Marker smiled up at the cougar and shook his head.

"Can't believe you're able to do that."

Maloo flexed both arms, curling them up so that the massive balls of hir biceps rippled under hir short-cropped fur. Shi liked to show off now and then. The cougar was pleasantly surprised to see the pilot pitch quite the tent in his jumpsuit.

"I'm off duty now - you were my last ship tonight," Maloo said. "I'm gonna get some grub. Wanna join me?"

The mouse blinked and dragged his eyes away from Maloo's powerful arms and nodded. Maloo smiled. Shi didn't really expect it to go anywhere beyond a meal, but the mouse was a treat - the only pilot shi'd met who shi could talk mechanical with.

"Okay, meet me in the mess after I get cleaned up," shi said, wiggling hir grease-stained paws at him.

The mess deck for all the crew members, officers and enlisted alike, was several flights down, near the quarters. Maloo had hir own table raised several feet off the floor so that shi could sit with hir legs beneath it. It sat at the end of a row of regular tables; Marker took the nearest one so they could talk during the meal.

While technically Marker was an officer, mechanics never bothered much with formality around them. Maloo couldn't remember the last time shi'd called anyone "sir." Pilots usually didn't mind. And any that complained found their ships held for additional "repairs."

After eating, Maloo realized shi was very much enjoying the mouse's company. Despite the difference in size, he didn't seem intimidated by hir physically and certainly not mentally. He was good conversation, funny, confident, and knew almost as much about how ships worked as Maloo did. He gaped at the amount of food the cougar put away. Shi required over eight full trays before shi was finally satisfied with the size of the meal. He took less than half a tray before settling back and patting his stomach contentedly.

"Thanks for the company," Maloo said. "You really know your way around the ships. It was good talking to a regular gearhead."

"Same here. The other pilots get kind of snobbish around me because I didn't start out in officer's school," Marker said. "It's nice to get away now and then."

"My next shift is in ten hours," the big cat said, standing up and stretching. Shi smirked as shi noticed Marker's eyes running up and down hir massive body. "I better get some sleep."

Marker stood up as well and nodded.

"Uh... well... if you like... maybe you could use some company tonight?" he asked in a very quiet voice.

The cougar's tail stopped weaving back and forth and hung down over the back of hir legs. Fraternization was forbidden between officers and enlisted, but the navy knew their people needed to let off steam and generally looked away, especially in Maloo's case.

The large feline purred softly as shi watched the small, shy smile on Marker's lips. He was too cute to let go so easily.

"Follow me," shi said.

Owing to hir size, Maloo was the only mechanic to get a bunk room to hirself. Normally two people shared one of the small rooms, but the cougar occupied most of it by hirself. Instead of the normal metal frame bed, shi had three mattresses laid out on the floor. Spare coveralls were stacked in the corner. A few tall shelves right near the ceiling - so that shi wouldn't bang hir head on them - were stacked with books, few of which dealt with anything but ship specifications and repairs. A small entertainment display hung on the wall just below. There was no room for furniture.

Maloo had to duck to clear the top of the hatch of the bunkroom. Marker didn't have that problem. The mouse inhaled sharply when he stepped inside and Maloo closed the hatch behind him. The room reeked of cougar, despite the air filters and recyclers.

Almost immediately, Maloo stripped off hir soiled overalls. The grease smelled sharp in the small room until the big cougar shoved them down a small hatch leading to the laundry chute.

Naked, the cougar was even more impressive. Heavy breasts hung over hir taut belly. Thick abdominal muscles protruded from hir soft white fur, sharply outlined and crossed with veins. Huge thighs flexed as shi sat down on the mattresses. Between them, a massive sheath hung, solid and firm, larger than the mouse's head. Each round, fuzzy testicle, taut and firm, was bigger than the entertainment display mounted on the wall behind hir.

The mouse's jumpsuit tented at the crotch again as he stared at hir, short muzzle dropped open, whiskers twitching.

Maloo laughed and crooked a finger, beckoning him over. He didn't need a second invitation and unzipped his flight suit, stripping it off as he walked towards hir. His boots clattered onto the floor by the time he stood near hir giant feet.

He was attractive. Maloo rarely had the chance to play with the smaller males, who were usually petrified of hir size. He was slim, not skinny, with smooth muscles under his thin gray fur. He had an overall fit look Maloo found attractive on him. His long pink tail, now free of the jumpsuit, flexed and curled behind him.

"So... um... what can we, uh... do?" Marker asked, ears flicking in embarrassment.

"Whatever you want," Maloo purred, leaning back and spreading hir legs. Hir long, powerful tail swept out, wrapping around Marker's hips, and pulled him forward until he toppled into hir plush belly fur. His ears tickled the undersides of hir breasts as he wriggled up against hir eagerly.

Maloo grinned as shi watched him clamber up onto hir belly, straddling it, and wrap his arms around hir chest, hugging himself into hir cleavage. The little guys always seemed to go right for the boobs.

The cougar slid hir paw down Marker's backside, stroking him as shi purred pleasantly. The mouse was eager, no doubt - already hard, shi could feel his erection against hir stomach as he stretched his head up and kissed one of hir nipples. Maloo shivered as shi felt him teasingly nip the sensitive, bare flesh.

Inch after inch after inch of fat cougar cock slowly pushed free of hir huge sheath, crawling up hir belly. Marker didn't notice until he felt the head bump up between his thighs. When he looked back and saw it, the mouse jumped and squeaked in alarm, thinking for a moment Maloo might actually try to be fitting it inside of him.

"Relax, Marker," the cougar said, purring with amusement.

The mouse glanced up at hir sheepishly before resuming his exploration of hir enormous breasts. Maloo leaned back against the wall with a contented sigh, still petting the small male, and shivered as shi grew fully erect.

Hir cock was as thick around the middle as Marker and nearly as tall. The black flesh throbbed warmly against hir belly and Marker's legs. The mouse groaned and wriggled his way between Maloo's breasts. The cougar grinned and used hir large paws to squeeze hir breasts together, smothering Marker in cleavage.

When he finally got out of it, the mouse moved upwards, hips laying between Maloo's breasts. He nuzzled at her mouth, going for a kiss. Maloo was surprised, and impressed, and lowered hir lips towards him. Marker groaned as he felt his entire muzzle surrounded by hir tongue and ground his hips into hir fur eagerly. When Maloo pulled back, half the mouse's head was covered in hir saliva.

"Oops... sorry," shi said, grinning.

Marker didn't reply. The mouse just slid back down, speechless as he played over hir body like shi was a jungle gym. He straddled hir massive erection, squeezing it with his legs, and wrapped his arms around it, able to just clasp his hands together on the other side. He kissed and nuzzled over the tip, under the ridge of the crown, and continued to hump at it eagerly.

"There's so much of you," he moaned, panting. "I don't know where to start!"

Maloo shivered and stroked his backside slowly. "You're doing just fine..."

Marker kept teasing the giant cougar's shaft, until thick beads of clear pre-cum spilled out of the tip and dripped into Maloo's belly fur. The mouse tasted it and moaned again as he buried his muzzle into the slit at the center of the head. Maloo's hips jerked at that sudden teasing and more thick globs of pre-cum pushed out around Marker's head, soaking his face completely.

Maloo teased hir fingers between Marker's rump, though even hir fingers were far too large to do much. Still, the mouse appreciated it and ground his hips down against hir happily as he pulled his muzzle free, slurping thick pre-cum from his lips and cheeks.

"God!" he gasped, shuddering at the scent.

"Wanna try something?" Maloo asked, grinning hugely.

Shi pushed Marker's shoulders down, guiding him until he was on his feet between hir massive thighs. With both paws, shi lifted up hir huge balls, exposing the puffy pink feminine sex underneath. Marker glanced up at hir incredulously, then back at his package - impressive for a mouse his size, but obviously far too small to really do much for the huge feline. Maloo purred at him encouragingly.

Marker stepped forward, chest pushing into hir large nuts. He didn't need to guide himself - hir opening was too large to miss.

Maloo purred louder as shi felt him enter. He was small, of course, but everyone was small to hir, and shi'd learned to enjoy what shi could get. Marker gasped as shi squeezed around him, drawing hir thighs close to hug him tightly.

Marker's paws left hir huge nuts and slipped underneath. Maloo's muzzle opened in a large "O" of pleasure as shi felt both of his paws slide into hir pussy, joining his cock in the warm tightness. The big cougar bit hir lower lip, spread hir legs again, and groaned lustily as thick streams of pre-cum pumped from the tip of hir erection.

"Oh, Marker!"

The mouse grinned as he pushed his arms forward, paws clasped together inside hir, until he was up to his elbows. His hips thrust forward awkwardly, but he was flexible enough to accomplish the task. Maloo shuddered and moaned as shi felt him wriggle around inside hir.

Hir shaking paws suddenly released hir ponderous nuts. They whumped down over top the mouse, forcing him to bend over. They pulled up tight to hir body, full as they were, grinding him in against hir feminine sex, so that his face pushed against the outer lips. He writhed underneath those heavy orbs, cock and arms deeper than ever as the warm weight pinned him down.

Maloo struggled to lift them again as delightful tickles and movements sent shivers of pleasure through hir entire body. When shi managed to lift them off the mouse, Marker lurched backwards and took a ragged breath. Before the big cougar could apologize, Marker groaned deeply and humped at hir wildly. There was no way he could do much damage, and the way he was squirming around inside hir with his arms made Maloo's head spin. Having not been treated so well in so long, the cougar didn't take long to peak. Hir pussy clamped tight around Marker's arms, making the mouse startle. A moment later, a gush of clear feminine juices soaked down Marker's chest and belly. Maloo let out a deep groan of pleasure, loud enough to fill the entire room and make Marker's large, sensitive ears ring.

Marker continued his best to keep stimulating hir, until hir paws reached down and grabbed for him eagerly. Shi pulled him up, between hir breasts, and licked at his neck and cheek with hir huge rough tongue. Marker giggled and wriggled in hir grip as hir tongue teased over his oversized ears. He gasped when shi gripped his hips and lifted him into the air above hir head. Shi opened hir jaws wide and leaned forward.

Marker's eyes dilated into a glassy, contented stare. Moans and squeaks erupted from his muzzle as Maloo slowly used hir broad, dripping tongue on his crotch and belly. A single lick could cover most of his midsection. The mouse wriggled in hir paws, legs kicking wildly as shi wrapped hir jaws around his middle and pushed hir tongue forward, grinding the muscle into Marker's package.

Maloo's index finger slipped under Marker's tail. The rodent stiffened as he felt hir exploring his rump; he squeaked in alarm as hir finger pressed forward. Maloo carefully kept hir claws in as shi dug the finger into his tail hole, spreading him out, while keeping hir tongue firmly against his cock the entire time.

Marker moaned and squirmed against hir paw as shi cupped his bottom, working hir finger ever deeper into his tight rump. The mouse thrust forward, then ground backwards, unable to decide which he found more pleasurable. His thin frame shook and shivered as the larger cougar's finger teased his prostate, working him to even greater heights of arousal.

The mouse closed his eyes and whined deliciously, shuddering and humping forward, gasping for breath as his paws clutched at hir ears. After a few more minutes, though, he went still and limp, leaning forward so that his chest was pushing into the cougar's brow. He coughed to get hir attention.

"Uh... I... uh, finished. Oooh..."

Maloo cracked open hir eyes and looked up at him, then pulled hir lips back. The mouse's member hung limply, dripping in saliva.

"Oh, Marker... sorry, I didn't notice!" Realizing how that sounded, the cougar tried to apologize, but Marker just laughed and wriggled free of hir paws, pulling off hir finger with another cute squeak.

"Don't worry about it," he said, lowering himself down to hir still throbbing erection.

Maloo meant to apologize still, but stopped short when the mouse slid over hir erection. Shi was harder than ever, hypersensitive now, and when his fingers dug into the thick black flesh of hir massive shaft, shi couldn't help but clench hir jaw and buck.

Marker nearly flew off hir body entirely and landed with a whump back on top of hir erection. He clasped his knees quickly around the sides and gasped, laughing.

"Eight seconds!" he said, struggling to hold on as the big cougar moaned lustfully and humped upwards, carrying him into the air each time.

He grunted when hir huge paws reached for him. They circled his body and cock at once, squeezing him down into the pulsing, warm flesh, holding him tight to the throbbing meat. Shi stroked up and down, moving his saliva-drenched body along the shaft, until shi froze, fingers clenched tight around him.

A moment later, Maloo let out a roar of pleasure as hir cock stiffened completely, hard as a tree trunk against Marker's body. The mouse watched, gaping in amazement, as the huge tip expelled a giant gout of white, pungent cum. He could feel the pulses of each burst traveling up the shaft, pushing against his squirming, lithe body. It splattered over Maloo's breasts, soaking the fur. Thick cum ran down between hir cleavage and over hir sides in rivulets as another blast rocketed out the head.

The huge erection flexed under Marker's body, lifting him up and down. On each upwards movement, another blast of cum, ending by the time the thick cock slapped back down against Maloo's body.

Soon most of the cougar's front was soaked. Marker even got in on it, diving his head in front of the spray to get a taste. Seed flooded his muzzle and filled his nose, forcing him to pull back, coughing and hacking.

Maloo moaned loudly and lifted hir hips off the floor as the last jet fired, catching hir face and leaving hir muzzle dripping.

Maloo's grip slackened suddenly and the cougars hips thudded back into the floor. Marker panted and groaned, completely exhausted as he lay on top of the slowly softening member. Maloo used a paw to squeegee out most of the cum from hir fur, then shook hir paw clean and pulled Marker up between hir breasts again. Hir long tail curled around him, squeezing him gently as shi let out a satisfied moan and draped hir palms over his backside. They were big enough to be nearly like blankets for the mouse.

The mattresses, all three, were soaked through like sponges. Cum lay across the floor, slowly draining through the vent in the corner, specially installed for the cougar after a few too many complaints from maintenance about the wear and tear on their wet-vacs.

"Maloo... that was great," he said.

His only answer was a giant snore - the big cat was already fast asleep.

Marker grinned and, lulled by the steady bass thump of hir heartbeat, found himself unable to keep his eyes open. Within minutes, he was fast asleep as well.

One thing Marker was not used to in felines were their propensity for cat naps. Less than two hours later, the huge feline was awake and pawing at him insistently, until shi got him up and aroused. By the time they finished, Marker was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open and his belly was fat with the cougar's seed.

By the second and third time, the little mouse ended draped over Maloo's belly, using hir giant, flaccid cock as a blanket, and praying shi'd sleep till morning.

Of course, when the morning bells echoed through the ship, Marker found his blanket had turned into a raging case of morning wood. With Maloo still asleep, the mouse turned and, laying underneath the shaft, squeezed it firmly, stroking as best he could, until the big cougar was twitching and moaning in hir sleep. Hir eyes opened slowly and shi smacked hir lips, then realized what Marker was doing and purred.

Hir paws descended towards him and pulled him up, flipping him over so that shi could kiss his messy, cum-stained body. Shi started at his head, then moved down to his face and neck. Marker giggled and squirmed, but shi held him tightly, kissing hir way down his chest and slim belly.

Shi paused when shi got to his waist.

"Uh..."

The mouse managed to uncross his eyes long enough to look down as well. His body went rigid in shock at what he saw.

For being less than five and a half feet tall, Marker was nicely hung, just over six inches. Now, however, nearly a foot and a half of mouse-cock stood proudly at attention, jutting from his hips like a baseball bat. The tip of the head bobbed in the air, rising to full height as they both stared, disbelieving. It was just higher than his nipples. His nuts were larger as well, hanging down over his thighs. Altogether he was longer and thicker than before.

"Side effects?" Marker whispered, eyes wide.

The huge cougar growled and set Marker down on the floor beside hir, then rolled over onto hir belly and breasts, legs spread open. Hir massive balls jiggled just under the thick pink lips of hir warm pussy. Marker inhaled hir scent and groaned as he moved forward automatically. Confusion over his sudden growth spurt dissipated for the moment as he pressed forward, sliding the thick tip of his newly grown erection into the cougar's damp sex.

Maloo moaned lustily at the increased size and thickness, definitely able to feel it now. Hir huge breasts wrapped around hir erection, which was dribbling thick clear pre-cum onto the floor, the head just under hir chin. Marker lurched forward, slamming against hir. Maloo leaned hir head back and sighed beatifically, not having had such a deep fuck since shi could remember. The big cat rested hir head on hir forearms as shi felt Marker lean in behind hir, his small paws pushing into the roundness of hir rump. He straddled hir balls, squeezing them with his legs.

Maloo shivered as shi felt him pull out. He felt even bigger than he looked and he certainly knew what he was doing back there. Hir eyes went wide, though, when shi felt the tip slip up under hir tail.

The enormous cougar let out a satisfied groan of pleasure as Marker sunk deeply into hir rump with little warning. Hir tail hole tingled warmly and clenched rhythmically around his spurting, slick erection, sucking it in and holding it tightly.

Maloo looked over hir shoulder at the mouse, reappraising any previous opinions shi held of the unassuming male. Nobody had dared try that with hir before, but not Marker. The impressive rodent was more than willing to take charge, even if he was half hir size and a quarter hir weight.

Hir thoughts were pumped right out of hir head as the mouse hilted in hir, pulled back, and hilted again, using every advantage his newly increased size gave him to pleasure hir. Maloo groaned and buried hir muzzle in hir arms, back arching and ass pushing firmly into Marker's thrusts.

Maloo even felt the mouse smack hir rump a few times. Though they felt like the gentlest of swats, shi still appreciated the sentiment.

It took only another minute or two before Maloo felt Marker hold himself inside hir. There was no missing his orgasm this time - the mouse's flood of seed was warm and wet. His fingers twined into hir fur as he held himself close against hir rump, leaning over so that his muzzle breathed hotly into the small of hir back. Maloo's cock came, making hir groan even more loudly as thick white cum sprayed from the tip. Shi used hir paws to squeeze hir breasts together around hir achingly hard shaft, working out every thick blast shi could.

Shi shivered Marker pulled out, leaving a few extra spurts of seed across the cougar's bottom when he popped free.

Maloo pushed hirself up onto hir hands and knees and turned around. Hir tail wrapped around Marker's hips, pulling the mouse forward. Maloo licked his face slowly, first one cheek, then the other, purring devilishly the whole while. Marker shivered and moaned as Maloo subtly turned him around, until he was facing the floor and hir heavy breasts rested on his backside.

"You ever... EVER... need repairs... you come to me," Maloo said.

Marker giggled as he felt hir rumbling purrs vibrating outwards from the pit of hir chest.

They were both late to their shifts and Marker smelled little like a mouse and more like a feline. He also needed to borrow a larger jumpsuit better able to accommodate an eight-inch-flaccid member and the slight potbelly he'd developed during the night from going back to the tap over and over. But nobody asked questions. Nobody ever asked twelve-foot-tall cougars - or the company they kept - those kinds of questions.

For Maloo, the day passed slowly. Shi finished repairing Marker's ship - new armor, upgraded components, fresh installs of the software on the shipboard computer, and testing systems to ensure everything worked. After that, shi went to work on the next ship in the line. As shi worked, though, shi found hirself thinking of the cute little mouse and his curiously-enlarged package. A few times shi had to rein hir thoughts in - hir overalls couldn't take too much of hir arousal.

By the end of hir shift, hir cock was throbbing against the denim. The fabric stretched and creaked around the thick length as it pushed further upwards along hir belly. Hir heavy nuts ached as shi walked - hir thighs forced them to ride up and down, up and down. The big cougar drew plenty of stares, more than normal, but tried to keep hir head down and keep working despite the awkwardness.

Marker's day passed even more slowly. The mouse found himself attending several pilot training classes in a row. Hours at a comp-desk, hunched over to conceal the semi-permanent erection that popped up in his blue and red jumpsuit whenever he thought of the tawny cougar, meant a severe case of blue balls. When the final class ended, though, he stayed at his desk, ostensibly to practice some of the complicated math all pilots were required to memorize. In reality, he was waiting for everyone else to leave the room because his cock had gone down his right pant leg and was dripping profusely.

He carried his books over his crotch, but it didn't do much to high the fat head of his shaft as it pushed outwards against the wet pant leg on his way back to his bunk.

A quick change of clothing and a large coat to carry in front of him to provide a bit of modesty and he headed to Maloo's quarters a few levels below. He wasn't expected, but he was so horny and worked up he didn't really care.

Calling in a few favors, he had dinner for himself and Maloo delivered and talked a passing security officer to unlock hir door so he could deliver hir meal. When Maloo came in, tired and sore from a hard day's work with a boner bulging out against the front of hir coveralls, the first thing shi smelled was the warm, hot food and the mouse who'd brought it.

"Oh, you are good," shi rumbled, smiling ear to ear as hir cock flexed in hir coveralls.

Marker was laying on his side on one of the mattresses, nude. His thick pink erection looked even bigger than before and stretched up nearly to his shoulders. It lay against the mattress, still soggy from the previous night, pulsing and dripping.

"Eat fast," Marker said, ears twisting as he stared at Maloo's chest.

The cougar did, shoveling the meal down before sweeping the empty trays onto the floor. Marker watched as shi peeled off hir coveralls. Both massive, heavy breasts flopped out, each capped with a luscious pink nipple almost hidden by hir thick white chest fur. Hir huge cock arched into the air, curling around the underside of hir swells. Clear pre-cum ran down the length and into the white fur of hir sheath as shi growled at the mouse.

Marker grunted as shi straddled him. Hir huge cock lay across his chest and over his shoulder, the tip of the weighty ebony length somewhere past his head. He grabbed his cock in both paws and pulled it upright. Maloo, feeling the tip press against hir dripping pussy, wasted no time in sitting down on it heavily.

Marker grunted and gasped as he felt hir weight squeeze around his oversized cock. Hir huge nuts draped over his chest and belly, leaving only his shoulders and head exposed. He couldn't move much, but Maloo moved enough for both of them.

"Ooh, Marker... did you get bigger?" the big feline gasped.

Maloo's chest wobbled and bounced as shi drove hirself down over more than two feet of massively enlarged mouse cock. It had thickened more than it had gained in length over the course of the day, so that it was bigger around than Marker's thigh. Maloo moaned as shi ground hir hips down around it, squeezing and clenching it, twisting as shi moved up and down. Marker panted and gasped, eyes going wide, muzzle opening, a series of passionate squeaks echoing through the room. They were high pitched, much different than the throaty rumbles of pleasure from the humongous feline.

Maloo grabbed hir cock in both paws and pulled it straight up, rubbing hirself vigorously as shi rode Marker's shaft. The mouse's hips wriggled as shi pushed down again. Shi hadn't had a tool this big for a long time and the satisfaction was incredible.

The long day of semi-arousal had kept Maloo pent up for too long, however, and shi didn't last. A few brief strokes of hir nearly five-foot-long erection and shi came hard. The first few jets of thick, musky cougar seed painted the ceiling; the rest arched over Marker's head and drizzled down the length of hir shaft. The mouse opened his muzzle, catching some of hir cum on his tongue. The taste send bolts of pleasure through him and he thrust upwards as hard he could, just as the feline clenched.

Maloo's next orgasm made hir moan with delight as hir pussy came around the mouse's fat shaft. Shi clenched even tighter and Marker, caught up in the sensations and mutual pleasure, erupted inside hir.

The cougar's eyes went wide as shi felt the amount of cum being pumped into hir body. Marker wasn't just bigger - he was much more productive as well. The cat kept squeezing around him and clutched hir cock between hir breasts, unable to move, barely panting as shi rode out another feminine orgasm.

In moments, hir belly expanded. The hardness of hir abs melted away as the mouse loaded hir up with more and more cum. Marker's gasps and moans rang in hir ears as shi squeezed hir cock against hir front, curling it around the swell in hir stomach.

By the time it was over, Maloo felt fuller than the time shi'd eaten an entire buffet line on a dare. Marker's head lolled back, small pink tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle, both arms limp and outstretched. Maloo pulled off and flopped to the side, panting and clutching hir stomach.

"So," shi said at length, "how was your day?"

An hour later, neither had moved much, though now Marker was snuggled up against the giant feline's side, using hir upper arm as a pillow. Maloo wrapped hir arm around his back and draped hir paw over his belly. Shi gave his cock the occasional caress or squeeze as they both recovered from the intense partnership.

Maloo smiled and licked hir lips as shi patted hir belly. Shi'd never gotten stuffed quite so full like that. Shi'd met some big boys, but none had pumped hir as full as the diminutive gray mouse.

"Again?" Maloo asked, giving Marker's cock another firm squeeze. It jumped in hir paw, hardening up rapidly.

"You're insatiable!" Marker said, grinning.

Maloo purred and pulled Marker onto hir front. He turned over and leaned back against hir breasts as hir huge cock flopped up against him, hardening in moments in his arms. He nuzzled the huge tip, arms around the underside of the head, and used his feet to rub lower down the sides. Maloo purred happily as he played with hir oversized endowment while his own massive shaft bobbed in the air to the side.

"How'd you get so big?" Maloo asked, reaching out to squeeze his shaft again.

Marker gasped at the touch. "No idea... I suppose we ought to go to the medics to find out."

Maloo purred loudly as hir fingers slipped over his length. "But not just yet..."

Marker grunted as a wave of pre-cum spurted out of the tip of Maloo's shaft, catching him unawares and soaking him in clear cum from his head to chest. Maloo giggled, making him and hir cock bounce on top of hir bloated belly.

The lights in the cabin went dark. A second later, they were thrown to the side as the ship rocked. A dull explosion went off somewhere far away. The red warning lights flashed on the entertainment viewer, casting a glow in the otherwise pitch black room.

"We're under attack!" Marker gasped, scrambling off Maloo. He pulled on his jumpsuit, grunting as he struggled to fit his erection in, and resorted to simply holding it to his chest while zipping it up.

"Your ship's in the bay. I'll help you launch," Maloo said. Shi grabbed a pair of coveralls, glanced at hir erection, and pulled them down over hir cock like a sock.

Shi ran after Marker into the hallway and followed the small mouse through the crowds of people running to and fro. Someone yelled over the PA system for pilots to get to their ships and all personnel to assume battle stations.

Maloo's heart raced as shi and Marker dashed across the repair bay platform. When they neared Marker's ship, the big feline grabbed the back of his jacket's collar and tossed him into the cockpit.

"Warm it up!" the feline shouted.

The ship was loaded on a skid designed to shuttle the ships to and from the launch bay. Maloo grabbed the handle at the front of the skid, almost under the ship's nose, and hauled on it with all hir strength. Muscles bulged and veins throbbed in hir arms and legs and shi strained to get the skid moving. Marker, in the cockpit, lowered the clear super-glass hood and punched at the controllers, getting the system powered up.

He watched, amazed at the feline's strength, as the skid began to move. Normally a specialized tank-like machine hauled the heavy skids, but the cougar was doing it all by hirself.

Maloo leaned backwards, claws scraping against the smooth floor beneath hir. Hir cock stayed rock hard, fueled by adrenaline more than anything now, covered by the overalls.

The skid moved slowly at first, but as it picked up speed Maloo turned around and ran with it, guiding it across the bay to the launch tubes. Normally the tank would stop the skid, move to the back, and push into the tube, but Maloo simply aimed for the doors and dived out of the way at the last moment. Marker was thrown against his harness as the skid latched into place with a jolt.

"Good luck!" Maloo called, waving at the mouse as the conveyors moved the ship up towards the launch. The ship shimmered as it passed through the electro-vacuum seal partway up the tube that kept the air inside the tunnel.

Marker waved back and shouted something, but of course Maloo couldn't hear what it was. And then he was gone, propelled out of the launch tube at incredible speed.

Maloo stumbled as the ship rocked to the side again, listing and creaking horribly. Shi ran for hir quarters - during combat, the ship mechanics like hir had no assigned duty other than to stay out of the way, though many volunteered for fire-fighting positions or other damage control teams. Maloo offered, but was turned down due to hir size.

So shi sat in hir darkened room, alone, listening to the sounds of the battle and reports coming through the PA and the entertainment center, which shi'd hacked long ago to listen in to the official communication channels.

It had been a surprise attack, catching them unawares. They were near the front lines, but supply ships like theirs were hard targets to get to. Apparently some kind of explosion had gone off, taking out their radar arrays, and the enemies came waltzing in with nobody watching.

Maloo pondered that. Sabotage? On their ship? This was going to lead to a shitstorm.

Fortunately, a squadron of fighters was returning from training exercises and spotted the enemy fighters. The rookies managed to hold off until the more experienced pilots could get to their ships and launch.

Maloo turned to the pilot communication channel. The first thing shi heard was Marker.

"Echo 2-4-9, come back, position b, two bogies," shi heard him say. The sound was fuzzy and crackly with static, but shi could still recognize him.

"Copy," someone else said. "One down."

Pilots were business-like on missions, Maloo knew. They were trained to be cool and calm at all times in their ships, even in the most desperate of circumstances. There was no banter, no idle chatter - only the seriousness the situation demanded.

"Omega 1, Ome-"

Marker's words cut off mid-sentence and Maloo stared at the terminal in horror. Everyone knew what Omega 1 meant and it wasn't good.

Numb, the giant feline sat still, staring at the terminal, and hoping. For three long hours shi stared at the console's blinking red lights until they went green.

The PA system crackled.

"Attention all hands: condition green. Please report to your assigned posts for debriefing."

Maloo dressed quickly in hir coveralls and joined the crowds in the hallway. Shi got to the repair bay first and immediately went to Sergeant Hemmings.

"What happened to Lieutenant Marker?" the huge feline asked.

The rabbit looked down at her comp-pad and pressed a few buttons.

"His ship was hit and went down on the planet. That's all we know," the rabbit said.

"When's the rescue mission?"

Hemmings checked her pad again. "Leaves in twenty minutes." The rabbit looked up at Maloo's pained expression and smiled softly. "If you want to be on that transport, you better go now."

"Thanks."

Maloo dashed off. Marker was a good pilot, but crashing onto planets was always a tricky business. Better than blowing up in space, but not by much. Still, if there was even a chance...

Maloo ran up to the transport. Several armored marines were waiting outside for the doors to open and an officer held up a paw to stop hir approach.

"Whoa! Where you going, Maloo?"

Maloo didn't know the officer, but everyone on the ship knew Maloo. It was strange, but the cougar was used to it.

"This the ship going after Lieutenant Marker?" shi asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Then I'm going with you."

The officer pulled off his helmet. It was black, with a blacked-out visor as well, useful for cutting glare. Underneath was a tall leopard Maloo had seen in the mess once or twice.

"Sorry, Maloo, but we've got a strict weight limit on this tub. We can't take you with."

"Then some of you will have to stay behind."

The cougar moved right past the shocked officer and clambered into the transport ship. It was incredibly basic - just a long rectangle with one end narrowed into a point to reduce friction when entering atmospheres. It was specifically designed for space-to-planet transport. Maloo found a seat in the back on the floor.

"Maloo! Get out of there!" the officer shouted at hir. Shi ignored him and bared hir fangs.

A few of the braver security troops came by, but a few snarls from the oversized feline sent them off as well. Maloo waited patiently as the minutes ticked down to launch. Shi heard Sergeant Hemmings's voice at one point from outside the ship and grinned. After that, the troopers came on board with a different officer.

"Ready to go? Alright, hit it!" the new officer shouted, bumping his fist against the door between the cockpit and the main cabin.

"Welcome aboard, Maloo," one of the troopers said, grinning at hir. "First time on one of these?"

Maloo nodded, tight-lipped now.

"Glad to have you. There's some local wildlife on the planet down there we don't like to tangle with," he said. "With you around, I don't think they'll bother us much."

The other troopers laughed at that and struck up conversations as the ship was maneuvered to the launch tubes by a tank.

"Stow it," the officer said. "Game time."

The troopers were all quiet as the ship launched. Like pilots, they were drilled into acting totally professionally while on an active mission. The G-forces were enough to compress even Maloo's considerable bulk up against the side of the wall before they cleared the launch way.

"Two minutes to atmosphere, ten to landing," one of the pilots announced on the intercom. "Reports from mother ship say long range scans show more incoming fighters. We have to make this quick because our escort isn't here yet."

The minutes passed with agonizing slowness for Maloo, who crouched in the corner, tail lashing, claw tips tapping on knees and tearing small punctures in the denim of hir overalls. The weightlessness didn't bother hir as much as normal - shi was too preoccupied with Marker to even realize hir feet hovered several inches above the floor for most of the journey.

"The pilot went down around five hundred meters from our landing zone," the officer said. "This is a quick in and out job. We will get the pilot and the black box, then get out. Reports are coming in that the enemy has gone after downed pilots on planets before."

The g-forces as they landed weren't as bad as shi'd expected, but shi still tensed when the ship hit the ground with a solid thud. Maloo turned to the back wall, which opened slowly, lowering outwards to form a ramp down to the ground.

The ramp was barely low enough for hir to get out before shi jumped out, past the officer who helpfully pointed the way, and hit the ground at a run. The giant cougar crashed through the undergrowth, ignoring the branches that scratched hir fur. Marker's ship had landed in a wet, swampy area - a good sign. Maloo could smell sea water nearby. Better here than the open water.

Shi caught a glimpse of polished metal and doubled hir speed, erupting into a tiny clearing. The fighter listed at an angle, the nose buried in the ground. One wing was shorn off and the other was badly damaged. A furrow through the swampy grass led to the smoking, popping engines, still red with heat. The cougar skidded to a halt next to the fighter and peered through the mud-stained super-glass.

"Marker?" shi shouted. "You in there? Marker!"

"Hey, Maloo."

The cougar whirled around. The little mouse was sitting on the ground under a short, squat tree. Maloo rushed over.

"Pulled myself out after I landed. These things don't tend to explode, but you never know," he said, gazing at his wrecked ship. "Don't suppose you'll be able to fix this, will you?"

Maloo grinned and leaned down to nuzzle the mouse's forehead. "No," shi said. "I'm glad you're all right."

"You didn't have to come get me, you know," Marker said, taking hir paw. He stood slowly and winced.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, just a few sprained muscles," he said. "And I landed on my ankle pretty good when I jumped out of the ship. Otherwise I'm fine."

"Good. Let's get out of here," Maloo said. The cougar purred and wrapped hir arms around Marker, hugging him tight.

"Marker! Lieutenant Marker! Maloo! Come in!"

The ship board radio crackled to life. Maloo lifted Marker up to the ship so he could answer it.

"This is Lieutenant Marker," he said.

"This is Captain O'Neill. Our escort is MIA and we've got reports of more enemy fighters coming around the planet. We have to leave now. How far away are you?"

Marker glanced at Maloo.

"Five minutes," shi said.

"Five minutes," Marker repeated.

"No good," O'Neill said. "Sorry to have to do this, but you two are staying here for now. If we don't launch now, we won't get back to the ship at all."

"Understood," Marker said. "When can we expect pickup?"

"Unknown," the captain said. The radio crackled and popped, hissing. "Use the transponder so we can fin-"

The rest of his words ended in the hiss of static.

"Out of range," Marker said, turning to Maloo. "They were really moving fast."

"We're just stuck here?" Maloo asked. "When will they get us?"

"Don't know," Marker said. "But better we're here than getting blown apart up there. If they would've waited for us, we'd probably get caught by some enemy fighters. Those transport vehicles are useless in a fight."

Maloo nodded. "And if they stayed, those fighters would've found their signal - and us. Let's go get those supplies," shi said. "Can't believe we've been marooned here."

Marker grinned as shi helped him down from the ship. "Look on the bright side: we'll have at least a few days all to our lonesome."

Maloo's broad muzzle opened into a huge grin and shi reached down. Marker gasped as shi yanked him off his feet and pulled him up against hir massive chest.

"Just the two of us," shi purred, licking the side of his head with hir massive tongue.

Marker laughed and squirmed in hir arms.

The crate contained a comp-pad with a map of the surrounding area. Marker's training included survival post-crash, so he was familiar with the contents of the crate. Maloo carried it as they walked towards the spot on the map Marker picked out. He limped along next to hir, fiddling with the transponder - a long metal rod with a soft red light at the tip.

"It'll tell them where to find us," the mouse said as the rod beeped quietly a few times. "Homing beacon, basically. Scatters the signal so that even if it's intercepted, it can't be tracked, but our guys will have the software to decrypt it and get our location."

He planted it into the ground outside the cave and followed Maloo in. The entrance and interior were large, roomy enough even for Maloo, but narrowed considerably further in. The big cougar sat down, back against the wall, about ten feet in and sighed.

"About as far as I'll be able to get without getting stuck, shi said.

"Should be fine. Got here just in time, too," Marker said, turning to look at the cave entrance.

The humid air was warm despite the rain. Going through the crate, Marker checked for food and pulled a few ready-to-eat meals out.

Maloo grimaced as shi took one and used a claw tip to rip it open.

"These things are terrible. I remember we had to eat them during boot camp."

Marker slumped down next to the cat and leaned back against hir thigh as he opened his.

"I haven't had one since then. They're designed to keep you alive, not to let you enjoy your meals," he said, grinning. "Fortunately, I know just what I'm having for dessert."

Maloo grinned as the mouse made a playful growling noise and draped hir paw over his lap, squeezing his crotch.

"Oh, that so?" shi purred, massaging his thighs.

Marker just leaned back and did a stretch any feline would have been proud of.

"Mmm... yeah, that's right, kitty," he said.

Marker gasped as Maloo's paw tightened around his bulge, already firming up.

They ate quickly, which was fortunate for Marker, because by the time they finished, his cock was tenting out his jumpsuit from his hips to his chest. He unzipped carefully and grunted again as his cock flopped out.

"Damn... did you get even bigger?" Maloo asked, eyes wide.

Marker groaned as shi stroked his length and leaned his head back on hir muscular thigh. Outside the cave, the rain continued, masking the sounds of pleasure as the cougar stripped down.

Marker spread a blanket from the crate over the floor. Maloo, laying on hir back, more than covered it. Survival packs weren't designed with 12-foot-tall felines in mind. Marker climbed on top of hir, straddling hir heavy, swollen nuts. Riding the base of hir rapidly growing erection, he leaned over and hugged hir shaft as shi teased his backside with hir claws.

The cougar growled as hir erection thickened, hardening and lurching upwards, bobbing between the cleavage of hir generous breasts. Marker squeezed his knees together as his paws ran over the underside, teasing and squeezing the thick, warm flesh. Maloo cupped his rear in hir paw and squeezed; the small mouse moaned happily at that and ground his hips forward, sliding his erection along hirs.

Maloo shivered and gripped Marker around the hips and back with hir paws, squeezing him into hir shaft. He squeaked as shi dragged him up and down hir shaft, using him to rub fresh precum from hir oversized maleness and his along hir shaft.

He crawled up the cougar's body until he found one of hir breasts and wrapped both arms around the heavy orb. Maloo purred with pleasure as his muzzle kissed over hir thick teat; his paws squeezed and caressed the bare flesh as shi kept one paw on his backside and the other massaging hir erection. Marker switched to the other breast, caressing and teasing it in turn.

Maloo panted heavily, tongue out, head back, as shi felt the small mouse tease hir. He was half hir size, sure, but he seemed to know exactly what to do to make hir feel good. Shi growled and leaned up so shi could lick Marker's face, leaving his fur wet with saliva. He laughed as hir rough tongue tickled his short fur. He stopped laughing, though, when hir long, powerful tail snaked around his hips and lifted him up into the air.

"H-hey!"

The squeezing coils carried him, squirming, towards Maloo's muzzle. He moaned as shi opened hir lips and wrapped them around his erection. The cougar's huge, thick tail kept his arms pinned to his sides, so he had little choice in the matter as shi pressed hir muzzle down until hir lips hit his thighs. Not that he'd dream of complaining.

Maloo purred and growled in various degrees of volume as shi bobbed hir head slowly, putting hir rough feline tongue to full effect on Marker's swollen two-foot cock. The skinny mouse shuddered and panted, moaning continuously, as the giant cougar carefully suckled on his oversized dick. All too soon, though, Marker felt his orgasm and tried to warn Maloo. A few strangled gasps were all that emerged - Maloo's python-like tail squeezed him firmly as shi pulled him forward, as though shi sensed his impending eruption as well.

Blasts of thick, gooey mouse cream slid down Maloo's throat, silencing hir purrs. Marker's heavily swollen testicles fed his cock a steady stream of cum and the cougar didn't waste a drop. Shi closed hir eyes and swallowed, just managing to keep up with the surprisingly productive rodent. Hir cheeks bulged as shi drank his seed, grunting as the sticky, salty fluid ran into hir belly.

Shi pulled off with a slurp and caught the last few pulses on hir tongue, which curled up into hir open muzzle with a flourish. Relishing the taste, Maloo leaned back and smacked hir lips. Marker moaned as hung limply above hir breasts, toes curling over as a few thick drops of white cum hung from the tip of his shaft. He squeaked and wriggled anew when Maloo's tongue returned to catch them.

By the time shi set him down, Marker's cock was mostly flaccid, though it hung over his thighs as thick as ever. By this point, his shaft was as big around his hips. His sheath occupied most of his lower belly and his huge balls hung to his knees, each half of the sac bigger than his head. His large round ears swiveled to and fro as he draped himself across Maloo's cock, still hard and dripping profusely.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Marker," Maloo said, a purr underlying hir words. "You've got work to do!"

The giant feline rolled over, pinning Marker under hir hips. The mouse moaned as musk surrounded him. Hir hips pushed down, grinding hir cock along his body. He grabbed it, wrapping his arms and legs around it, as shi pushed hirself up on hir hands and knees. Hir hips pushed forward and pulled back, grinding hir way back and forth against Marker's chest and belly. He did his best to lick and kiss at the thick shaft as it rubbed over his head and well.

Maloo's huge breasts obscured most of the light reaching Marker, leaving him in a hot, musky cocoon of cougar pelt and cock. His erection returned in full force as pre-cum dribbled over his head and chest before the heavy cock ground it deep into his pelt. Above him, Maloo moaned and purred, making the entire cave vibrate and shake.

The feline's hips moved quicker as Marker's arms and legs squeezed more tightly. Shi let out a rumble of pleasure that deafened Marker momentarily as shi came. Hir hips pulled back, lifting hir cock out of his arms. The first massive blast of cougar-cum smacked the mouse's chest and splattered everything around him, soaking the blanket. Some of it ricocheted back into Maloo's belly fur as the second pulse erupted from the massive tip. Marker had to close his eyes as what felt like a fire hose hit his upper chest. The third pulse hit him full in the face and he opened his muzzle for a taste. He ended up with a bellyful of cum in moments. The next few bursts were gentler, mere gushes that added to the mess around his chest and belly.

He rolled his head to the side and moaned as the hot, steaming seed pooled around him. He watched as Maloo's fingers curled, claws leaving great scratched in the stone floor. He reached for hir cock and clutched it close to his chest, gasping as more cum drooled out of the tip. He licked up what he could, but shi was too productive by far.

Maloo collapsed onto hir side a few moments later, semi-hard cock draped across Marker's chest and belly. Shi smiled at him, eyes lidded over, and licked hir lips when shi saw his erection.

The cougar's muscles bulged under hir pelt as shi got back onto hir hands and knees. This time, though, shi scooted backwards, so that hir muzzle was positioned above Marker's prone body.

"Bath time, baby," shi purred.

Marker wriggled as hir huge tongue scraped over his legs, cock, belly, and chest, cleaning whole swaths of his thin fur in a single go. The cougar lapped up cum, both hirs and his, with obviously enjoyment. Shi paid particular attention to Marker's swollen balls, but hir tongue hit every sensitive part of the mouse's anatomy. He pushed at hir nose and forehead, trying to get hir away as shi lapped over his nipples and swollen belly, laughing as hir rough tongue tip tickled him.

The insistent cougar ignored his paws as shi dragged hir lips across his cock. The mouse froze, going rigid, as shi swallowed his tip into the back of hir muzzle, opening so wide shi even pulled his oversized nuts in with it. The muscles in the back of hir throat squeezed and clenched on the tip of Marker's cock, making him lurch and buck. Shi pushed down, pressing hir lips into his thighs and belly, holding him to the soggy blanket. His fingers curled into the fur around hir cheeks as he came, flooding hir throat with an even larger load than the last time. Maloo's eyes bulged as much as hir cheeks as shi struggled with the flood of mouse cum.

Marker, for his part, felt like his cock would shoot off like a rocket. The pressure in his balls felt incredible and was only exacerbated by Maloo's firm muzzle. His cock jerked as it came, shooting off load after load of salty, gooey seed, which the cougar struggled to swallow down. For nearly five minutes straight, the mouse unloaded the single largest load he'd ever had, almost as big as Maloo's. His cock stayed hard the whole while, flexing and jerking against the feline's tongue.

Maloo's tail whipped back and forth as hir throat convulsed. The deep cuts on hir belly faded as the flesh filled out - the mouse produced so much it was affecting hir figure. By the time he was finished, Maloo's legendarily hard abs were mostly hidden by the fullness of the mouse's all natural protein shake.

The cougar pulled off Marker's cock with a gasp and collapsed, once more, onto hir side. Marker squeaked again, as cute as ever, as his cock flopped over his belly and chest. He stared at the head of the thing in shock. It had grown noticeably once more and was now approaching nearly three feet in length. The tip was bigger than his head and rested at the base of his neck. Fully two-thirds his own height, the huge shaft was fat around the middle and tapered towards the base, which made his basketball-sized nuts appear even larger. Maloo's tail snaked over and around his shaft, massaging and tickling the wet length slowly.

"Damn, Marker... you're going to be bigger than me soon if we keep this up," Maloo purred.

Shi yawned and pulled him in close to hir chest, an arm cupped around his head and shoulders protectively. It was warm in the cave, too warm to need blankets, and Marker had all the covering he needed in the form of a twelve-foot-tall feline. The mouse, too tired to even think about his newly enlarged maleness, just yawned in reply and closed his eyes.

When Marker woke, he was alone in the cave. Bright sunlight streamed through the opening as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes. His cock was soft and flaccid. As he stood, it draped over his thighs, far too large to fit back inside his tightly-packed sheath.

He stumbled towards the cave entrance and blinked away sleep in the sunlight. Sniffing, he smelled the smoke of a campfire before he saw it, a dozen feet from the entrance. The giant golden-pelted cougar sat next to it, turning fish over on an improvised spit.

"I really didn't want another ready-to-eat meal."

Marker smiled and sniffed again. His stomach rumbled and he walked towards the cat, who purred as shi watched his cock swing back and forth across his massive nuts.

"Morning, Maloo," the mouse said, leaning up on tip-toes so he could nuzzle the seated cat's lips. "Sleep well?"

"Yup. You?"

"Great. I feel so much better today!" Marker said, stretching his arms over his head before leaning in against Maloo's side. "Whoa... you feel... different."

Maloo purred as Marker's paws pushed against hir side and belly. While the feline's rock-hard muscles remained, a plush layer of squeezably soft subcutaneous fat had emerged overnight. Shi was plumper now, softer all around - the hard edges of hir massive biceps and deeply cut abdominals were blunted. Hir rump, Marker noted with some satisfaction, was particularly round and soft-looking.

"I think you're too blame for this," Maloo said, the corners of hir muzzle twitching. "I'm going to have to go on a sex diet at this rate."

"You can start dieting tomorrow," Marker said, leaning in against the cat's side and reaching around to give hir nipple a squeeze. "Or the day after."

"Or the day after that," Maloo purred, pulling Marker around to hir front. Shi laid back, fish forgotten, as the mouse pressed into hir, face buried in hir cleavage. "Or the day after!"

It was a full week before the transport could come back to get them.

Two weeks later...

"The numbers you've been sending are completely impossible! You've got seventy fighters repaired and ready on standby? And you're taking on fighters from other repair crews as well? Ridiculous!"

"Sir, I know the numbers look too good to be true. I thought so myself at first," the commander said. The weasel coughed as the admiral stared him down. A tall and well-worn lion, the admiral was well known throughout the navy for his take-no-prisoners attitude towards not just the enemy, but incompetence and corruption in his own military. "It may be easiest to simply show you how this vessel's repair crews function."

The lion growled under his breath about lying numbers and statistics ruining the navy the whole time as the commander and his lieutenant walked him down to the flight deck.

As they approached the fighter repair bay, Sergeant Hemmings hurried forward and snapped off a salute.

"Sir!"

"Your chief engineer?" the admiral asked the commander.

"Yes, sir."

The lion snorted at the rabbit and kept walking with the three following close behind.

The fighters came into view once they got past a large transport vehicle in for maintenance. There were four fighters in various states of disarray. They turned the corner around the transport ship just in time for the admiral to see Maloo jump onto one of the fighters, electro-drill in hand, and open up the engine compartment.

The admiral stared at the feline. Maloo, still as muscular and powerful as ever, hauled open the engine compartment's cover one-pawed. Her muscles shifted under her glossy golden pelt, though not as dramatically as before. The front of her overalls curled over her now paunchy belly and strained to contain her heavy, thick rump, also larger and plusher than before. The straps of the overalls clung to her enormous chest, squeezing the breasts together. Most of her nipples poked out over the top of the overalls.

At the bench next to the fighter, a short mouse with large ears was busy working on one of the engines, going at it with various wrenches, torches, and replacement parts. Though slim and skinny, he also had a good amount of muscle on him - as well as a massive bulge running down one leg of his obviously enlarged jumpsuit. The outline of his maleness was clearly visible even from the distance at which the admiral saw it.

Maloo stood up, muscles straining as she lifted the engine out of the fighter all by herself. The floor shook as she jumped down, causing the overalls to jiggle madly. When she dropped the engine off on her workbench and stepped back, the admiral got an eyeful of an even bigger bulge in her overalls.

"Our fighter repair crew, sir," Sergeant Hemmings said. "Lieutenant Marker and Corporal Maloo. The lieutenant used to be a pilot, but unfortunately he now... uh... exceeds recommended safety guidelines."

"He's not the only one," the lion said, eyes wide as he watched the giant cougar's overstuffed overalls strain to contain hir.

"Fortunately, we found another position where his background as an engineer can be put to good use," the commander said. "Together they account for the bulk of our fighter numbers."

The admiral stared for another minute before abruptly turning on his heel.

"Very well," he said, coughing. "Let's keep this inspection going. Show me the mess deck next. I could do with a cup of coffee."