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2593-03

"Captain, we're docked at the station," Jeff said over the intercom.

Eric brought up the time. That had been quick, and smooth. He hadn't felt the disconnection from the array or the docking to the station.

He contacted the mules. "Brick, Brack, please escort Yonto off the ship. If you have to throw him over your shoulder to do that you have my permission."

He went back to the request he was filing, not that there was much to do. He was asking for a cargo master, with at least two years hand on experience. He wasn't putting other restrictions on it. To do that meant he'd have to deal with complaints from one of the thousands support communities who'd feel he had offended them by refusing to look at applications from women, or female exclusive men.

There weren't any laws preventing him from narrowing his selection as much as he wanted. As far as the law was concerned, he could add so many restrictions that only one person would come up. But, at the same time, no laws prevented those communities from wasting his time by throwing one lawsuit at him after another. none of them would stick, but he'd still have to respond to each one of them.

Much simpler to trim the result manually. He sent the request and then brought up the accounts to ensure the Array had been properly cataloged. It was normally the cargo master's job, but since he wasn't without one, it fell to him.

Two hours, and eight 'errors' later; this time both Vanguard and Soromis had tried to get some of the freight redirected to them - If they needed more ore couldn't they just arrange for more shipment from their own mines? With them corrected he was confident each pod would reach an Orr refinery.

The reminder for the lunch Xav had arranged popped in his field of vision. He changed into something more appropriate than the one-piece jumpsuit that was his and his crew's usual attire.

He went with gray denim for the pants and a white polo shirt under a black leather vest. He picked up two ear rings and put them in his right ear.

He didn't care for jewelery, and he'd never wear the Orr emblem on any of his clothing, that was just bragging, but he did feel a need to show he was successful, and the rare black onyx earrings did just that.

The ship was silent as he walked to the exit. Connected to the station it was powered down and everyone had left already. Which meant he'd be the last one at the restaurant. He picked up his pace. He didn't want to have them wait too long.

His implant guided him to Ritzo Balkan. A higher-class restaurant on the station with a good menu, good service and calm atmosphere with a decor reminiscent of the Saharan jungles. At least that's what the description said before he removed it. He had anti-advertising in his implant, but retailers were always coming up with ways around that. He'd check with headquarter when he was back on the ship for the latest update. He should have thought to do that as soon as they were docked.

The restaurant was a couple of levels above where the ship was docked, and as every time he'd been on the station, the corridors were busy with people. Most were station workers or their families, a good number ship crew, some were tourists who for some strange reason thought the station an interesting place to visit, and here and there Eric saw Derelicts.

they were very rare in the public corridors, since they were forbidden, but a few always managed to make it pass the security posts so they could find scraps. Eric didn't understand them. Why did they prefer living in the recess of the station, or cities for that matter, when they could get work at any of the corporations? Life would be so much simpler for them there. they'd make enough to afford food, take care of their families.

He'd seen reports that claimed that there were over one million derelicts on the station. Hiding in the older parts, stealing food and energy to be able to survive. Those same reports claimed Derelicts were brain damage, incapable of making rational decisions and should be found and removed instead of putting extra strain on the station's resources.

Eric didn't agree. It was a corporation's duty to look after the people living within its territory, not just the workers, but everyone. He didn't know how the other corporation dealt with it, but Orr Corp had many different projects in place aimed at helping Derelicts reenter the work force.

It wasn't always successful. Last time he checked the derelict population in Orr territory, which encompassed the northern American continent was at point one eight percent. But at least they tried. Here, with the Sol government running the station it felt like they'd rather incinerate the lot of them instead of helping.

A door flashed in the distance, his implant indicating the restaurant's entrance, and he focused on where he was going, rather than his thoughts. The door was wood reproduction. It couldn't be the real thing, Sol Gov couldn't grow trees on the moon, other than as decoration. The wood the corporations sold them went to more important things, like lining the apartment of the 'elected' officials.

As he entered the restaurant his implant was assaulted with demands to override Eric's senses, but nothing happened. It was hardwired to deny outside requests, so he didn't have to worry. They probably wanted to change what he saw to something matching their advertising instead of the large room with subdued decorating. He found the zebra, by the bright orange vest he always wore outside the ship, at a table for two.

"Where are the others?" Eric asked.

"I told them, but they wanted to do their own thing. You know, after being cooped up together for six month."

"I hadn't thought about that." the tiger sat. "You know, if you prefer going off, feel free."

"No, I wouldn't leave you to eat alone. And I'm the one who insisted you get off the ship, so I should keep you company."

Eric smiled. "Alright. have you ordered?"

"No. I wanted to wait for you."

Eric nodded and brought up the menu, the only one of the insistent requests his implant hadn't just deleted. He picked the Vegas carnivore platter with a glass of what claimed to be a local barley beer. If they'd manage to grow barley up here, he'd have sex with a woman. The barley was probably from the moon, or one of the farm satellite Sol Gov had in orbit around Earth, just outside the corporate sovereignty limit. The local part probably meant it had been fermented on the station. There were plenty of people doing that up here.

"You must be glad to be back," Xavier said, running a barefoot along Eric's leg.

The tiger shrugged, returning the favor, but raising his foot until he was rubbing the zebra's crotch. "I can't say I care. This place is crowded and smells like one of the derelict neighborhood in Vegas." Xavier was growing erect under the rubbing.

The zebra let out a soft mewing and then his foot was in Eric's crotch. "Are you going to fly down and visit your family?"

"No. While we're here I have to get a new cargo master, and I have us scheduled to grab whatever array is ready and head back to Titan." He was hard too. Xavier was very good with his feet. He was good when it came to anything sexual.

The server arrived with their food and the zebra removed his foot. Eric didn't stop massaging the zebra's erection. His foot was out of view so it wasn't like anyone other than Xav knew what was going on. Eric wondered if he could get him to cum during the meal.

They could get in trouble if they were caught, Sol Gov had pretty dim views on sexual behavior in public, but it would only be a fine since no sexual parts were exposed. He could pay it for both of them. This was one of the reason he didn't socialize much when he was off the ship, here or at Titan.

Eric was thinking about ripping the fabric with a claw when Xavier grabbed his foot and moved it down. "We should focus on eating," the zebra said at Eric's tilted ear. "And I have something planned after." He started on his salad.

"I need to head back to the ship after this. I have to go through the candidates," he replied, cutting the steak up in bite size pieces.

"Eric, you need to relax for a bit. A couple of hours off the ship isn't going to kill you. You can't spend all your time here working. you have to take care of yourself too. Anyway, you're going to enjoy what I have planned."

"I'm the doctor in this crew," the tiger replied with a grin. "I'm the one who decides who needs to take care of whom."

xavier shook his head as he finished shewing. He lowered his voice. "I swear, you treat sex like it's work."

"I never do." Eric didn't lower his. Sol Gov morals be damned, they were just talking. "Anytime I have sex with one of you I love it." He chuckled as the zebra's ears turned red. Xavier was legally a Sol Gov citizen, and as such was more self-conscious than Eric, who had grown up under Orr's much more liberal views on sex. Sex in one of the Vegas parks was something of a coming of age tradition within the corporation.

Ears still red Xavier focused on eating for a while and so did Eric. When the zebra found his voice, they talked about their youth, where they grew up. Xavier on the moon and Eric on the Cisco Islands.

Once they were done eating, Xavier insisted on paying. "I dragged you here, so I'm paying."

Eric didn't insist. He paid his crew well enough that no matter how much the meal cost, it wouldn't cause the zebra problems. Then Xavier led Eric down a dozen levels to a section that had a definite industrial look to it.

"Where are you taking me?"

"This place isn't on any guide, but a friend of mine works here and arranged for us to use it. I mean, I was looking for something all of us could do, at first. there's a sport arena on level three fifty-two, but when they said they weren't coming I thought about something more intimate so you could relax, instead of exhausting yourself."

"You expect me to relax? here?"

"Trust me."

Xavier brought them to a metal door in the metal wall, one of dozen they had walked by. It opened as they approached. The inside only contained a pool with a foot-wide walking space around it.

"Get naked and get in," Xavier said.

Eric looked at him as he closed the door, wondering what this was going to be about. Xavier was quick to undress, and by the erection he was sporting he was planning on having fun. After the teasing at the restaurant Eric wasn't surprised and could go for some himself.

As he took off his belt something bothered Eric, like something was missing, then he realized he wasn't receiving any connection requests. The room was shielded from the outside. it felt nice. With the implant in since he was eight, he'd grown used to not paying attention to them, but to not receive any signal was rare, relaxing.

"Come on, Eric. Get in."

The tiger smiled and eased himself in, it turned out not to be water, as he'd expected. "What is this?" he asked. The liquid went up to his neck. it pressed against him, but he didn't feel buoyant.

"No idea," The zebra replied. "But it's safe. Come here."

Eric raised his hand out or the liquid and it was dry. It didn't stick to his fur in any way. Strange. he joined Xavier in the center of the pool, where there was a 'T' bar just under the surface.

"Place your arms over the horizontal bar, that way if you lose your footing you won't fall in."

"I thought you said it's safe." Eric placed his back to the bar and he did as he was told.

"It is, but falling in isn't part of your relaxing session."

The tiger chuckled. "How is standing here going to make me relax?"

"Just wait." Xavier replied with a smile.

After a moment, Eric looked at him. "I'm waiting."

"just a bit more. He told me how this works, but the controls aren't familiar."

Before Eric could comment his body received a pulse and he gasped. "What?" There was another one, then multiple hit in succession. It didn't hurt, but it was confusing. there were no ripples on the surface except for what he and Xavier were causing.

The frequency changed and with a "Oh Fuck," his entire body relaxed at once. If not for the bar holding him up, he'd have slipped under. His head rolled back

"You like?" Xavier asked.

"Fuck, this feel better than one of Eldwyn's massages."

"Yeah. My friend told me he and his wife come here at night to relax."

Eric chuckled. "I need to get one of these for the ship."

Xavier ran a hand through Eric's chest fur. "I can check with him about that. Now, just stay there and enjoy."

Eric chuckled softly. "I couldn't move even if I wanted to."

Xavier smiled at him then disappeared under the surface. A moment later Eric gasped as he felt the zebra's lips wrap around his cock and suck it in. he didn't think he'd be able to get hard as relaxed as he was, but Xavier's skill proved great.

Within moment Eric was moaning and groaning. The zebra's hands were gripping his ass tightly as he bobbed up and down, his tongue rolling around his cock like Eric loved. This had to be the best blowjob he'd gotten since... Hell, ever.

And Xavier took his time. He brought him close twice, then let him fall away from the edge. On the third time the zebra went full bore, sucking hard and deep throating Eric's cock. The tiger groaned and then screamed his orgasm, the sound reflected at him off the walls.

He panted looking up but only seeing bursts of light. he wanted to put his feet under him and return the favor, but he couldn't move, his body felt like mush, very pleasurable mush.

Xavier hadn't let go of his cock yet, and Eric realized he hadn't seen him come up for air at any time. He was still moving, so he had to be okay, but there was no way this had been short. He had to be running out of air. He tried to raise his arm to grab the zebra and pull him up, but it wouldn't move.

He was about to search the room for the command system Xavier had connected to when the zebra released his cock, the liquid feeling cool after that hot mouth, and surfaced.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked, trying to sound concerned, but too relax for it. "You were under for a long time."

"I'm fine. It's a fully oxygenated liquid, and since it doesn't stick to us, I can breath it in and out without problem. You liked that?"

Eric chuckled. "Yeah. I did."

"And I know you're going to love what I'm going to do next." Xavier Supported Eric as he got him to turn, so he was leaning forward over the bar.

"if this doesn't stick to us, isn't it dangerous to put your head in it? What if you swallow some of it?"

Xavier rubbed the tiger's back. If not for the ultra-massage he was already receiving, It would have been the kind of massages the zebra was decent at, but all he could feel right now was the hands moving, none of the pressure registered.

"I wouldn't want to drink a whole glass of the stuff, but swallowing a little as I sucked you off isn't going to hurt me."

"Alright, but I don't want you to use the ship's toilet for the next twenty-four hours." Eric said, worried about what that stuff could do to the ship's delicate water system.

"I won't, I promise." The zebra pressed against the tiger's back. "You ready?"

Eric smiled. "Always. you know that."

"I know," Xavier whispered. he kissed the nape of the tiger's neck and pushed in.

Eric moaned a throaty curse as the zebra's cock stretched him. He wasn't monstrous or anything. Xavier hadn't had it modified, but he'd been born with an impressive one, both in length and girth. Eric always felt it move. And he liked it.

"Fuck me, Xav. Do it hard and fast."

"You got it," the zebra breathed and then proceeded to pound Eric's ass.

Normally Eric would tighten his ass to help him along, but again, his body didn't respond to him, so Xavier was fully in charge. Eric closed his eyes and rode the sensations. He gasps when he felt the hand close around his cock and jerk him off.

Xavier was whispering obscenities to him as he fucked him. The zebra always became vulgar when his cock was up a guy's ass, and Eric liked that. it was his less controlled side.

"Oh fuck," Xavier moaned. "Fuck Eric, I'm going to cum in your tight ass. I'm going to breed you so hard you're going to get pregnant." Then he groaned, pushed as deep as he could and unloaded. Eric felt the zebra's cock jump inside him, and in combination with the hand on his own cock that was twitching he came too.

Xavier panted, his head resting on the tiger's shoulder. "Fuck, Eric, this is always amazing."

"You're a great top," Eric agreed.

They were silent while they caught their breath.

"You ever think about what you're going to do once you're done with all this?" Xavier asked. "You know, settle down, raise a family?"

Eric chuckled. "I'm never going to be done. Space is my life. I'm going to die on my ship." He was silent for a moment, enjoying how he felt, then realized he should keep the conversation going. "How about you?"

Xavier didn't answer immediately. "I don't know," he finally said. "I guess I could see myself doing ship work for the rest of my life, but I think I would like to have a family. A special someone, you know."

"I hope you find him or her then."

"Him," Xavier said. "It's going to be a him."

Eric probed the room. He liked this, but they'd been here for more than an hour. He found the control system and connected to it. Xavier had been right, it was complex. He didn't think he could manage to make any adjustment to what it was currently doing, but the off switch was quite clear.

All of a sudden, his body's weight fell on him, and he almost slipped off the bar. Xavier held him up.

"What happened?"

"I turned it off. and I'm feeling just how heavy I am."

"Why did you?"

"Because I have work to do. I really appreciate that you did this for me Xav, you're right, I needed to relax, but I can't spend the whole day here. If nothing else they're going to need it again for whatever they do in here."

"Right. I guess I lost track of time."

"You're entitled, you're not the captain. I have to keep track of everything."

Xavier nodded and moved to the edge. Eric had to be more careful, his legs kept threatening to buckle under him. It took him three tries to be able to pull himself out, and when he looked down at himself, he was dry. This was so weird.

He put his belt on and then clothes. Xavier was also dressed, but he looked thoughtful.

"You okay?"

The zebra looked up at him, then smiled. "I'm fine, just trying to get myself back in focused mode."

Eric returned the smile. "You don't have to do that. You can still enjoy off time. I don't expect there'll be an array ready before the end of the day tomorrow."

"It won't be the same out of here."

Eric looked at the pool. "That's true. Get your friend's employer's name for me, will you? I'm serious about getting something like this on the ship. It would be amazing for working out the kinks in muscles after hard work."

"Sure, I'll contact him later today."

"Thanks, and I'm also serious about you not shitting in the ship. The water reclamation system is fragile, this stuff could screw it up."

"I won't, you don't have to worry." Xavier opened the door and they left.

The connection requests started immediately and both of them winced. After the silence, it took Eric a long moment before he was able to focus on walking.

By the time they were on the commerce floor it was back to being background noise. He was heading for the elevator that would take him to the docking level when he spotted the gray furred wolf coming out of a fur styling shop.

"Will!" Xavier yelled and waved, then looked around at the glare he got. Eric chuckled. The zebra had been on his crew too long, he was forgetting Sol Gov decorum.

The wolf waved back. Xavier took a step in his direction then stopped. "Do you mind?" he asked Eric.

The tiger laughed. "Go. You have fun, Enjoy your time off. I have to get back to work."

The zebra ran, getting glared at some more then hugged the wolf. They were still by the store when Eric walked by them

"... and we went to Ritzo Balkan, the food was amazing, and we played footsie."

The wolf nodded a greeting to Eric and then focused on Xavier again.

"After that we went to this place a friend told me about so I could get him to relax, you know how he never thinks about his own well..."

Eric left them to what they'd do. Maybe Xavier would take William to that room and show him how nice it felt. Maybe they'd just get a room for the day and fuck. William was Eric's life support engineer, so like all his crew he had a high sex drive.

Back on the ship the tiger heard sounds coming from the exercise room. It was on his way to his office so he stopped by.

Jeff was naked, lying on the floor, and raising his gloved hands. His arms were shaking as they moved so the jackal had to have the gravity in them set high. His belt was hanging on the wall next to him.

"Back already?" Eric said.

Jeff glanced at him then dropped his hands. He panted for a moment before sitting up. "You know I can't stand those crowds for very long."

The tiger looked down the tightly muscled dark furred body until his gaze rested on that hard cock. Jeff always got turned on when working out, or piloting, or watching an entertainment show, Jeff was a very horny jackal, and that had been before Eric hired him.

With no one else on the ship he'd have to sport that erection for a while, unless he went and helped him. Only Jeff wasn't working right now, so Eric couldn't use that as an excuse to skirt his own obligations.

He sighed. "I wish I could help with that, but I have work to do. I need to get a cargo master before we get a new array."

The jackal looked down at his erection. "I'll be fine. You really need to stop worrying about keeping me, all of us, satisfied. If it gets too bad I'll venture out and get myself one of the pleasure boys down on level eight."

"You shouldn't have to do that. Not as part of my crew." he could afford to take the time to help him out, couldn't he?

"I'm fine. Go on, boss, go find us a cargo master who can keep up with your unending sex drive. And if you're determined to take care of me, I'm here for another hour and a half. if you're done by then, I will be happy to shove my cock up your ass."

Eric smiled. "Maybe I'll get back before you're done and see how well you work out when distracted."

"I do like a challenge," the jackal replied and Eric left him to it.

In his office, he undressed and hung the belt on the back of his chair. As comfortable as his clothing was, he always preferred being in the fur. He sat down and accessed the ship's communications. The list of candidates was waiting for him in the buffer.

The ship had already checked the data for any corrupting program so he transferred the list to his implant, eight thousand candidates.

He sorted it by male and female, and erased the female ones. Then he took out anyone who marked their sexual preferences as female exclusive.

The left him with two thousand five hundred and eight people. Anyone who had worked for Vanguard was removed. He was sure they were nice people, but he wasn't taking a chance on someone who had been under their influence.

One thousand seven hundred eighty-one left. He couldn't think of any other criteria to filter out anyone else. For a moment, he considered sending all of them to Uncle, let him do an in depth scouring of their backgrounds. that would let him get back to Jeff and that hard cock. He squirmed in his seat. Fuck he wanted it badly. But if he did that, Uncle would let him know how annoying it was that he had to do all the work for him. So, he forced himself to go through what was left and remove anyone he could.

He been doing that for an hour when he paused, He'd gone through two third of the list, but he'd just read this entry four time, because he wasn't thinking about that. Something Xavier has said had come back to him and was preoccupying him.

Would he settle down, start a family.

The first part was no, he wouldn't get himself a house on a green field, under the large blue sky. He shuddered at the thought. But the second part. A family. That, that he thought he would, well, if none of his brothers had an interest in doing it.

Were any of them intending on having sons? none had said anything, but neither had he. Most of the talk they had were business related. He should arrange a meeting right now, once he was off to space communication lag would make a meeting annoying.

He connected to the company scheduler and pulled up his family. Everyone was working, as expected. They'd be busy handling their division until dinner time, except for Elliot, he might not stop working at all, no matter what the schedule said. He blocked in eight to nine for him and his brothers. That would give them time to eat and have some after work sex.

His implant notified him of the change to his entry on the schedule. His was usually all blank since he was always in space, and he knew they received similar notifications.

With that done he looked at the list again. He'd removed sixty-four entries. It would probably take him longer than Jeff's workout session to go through what was left. He randomized the candidate list twice and sent it to Uncle, he was much better at this anyway, then he went to the workout room, that cock was calling to him.