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Life aboard a ship is different in space than it is floating on the ocean or any open sea. There's no rocking to lull you to sleep, rough seas to spill your morning coffee, and no fresh sea air to breathe in after a hangover from a stupid bet. The lights filled the room with a light hum, glowing bright. The canine's ear flicked with every change in pitch. He turned over in his bed to stare at the blank, white wall. Not that a soft rocking of the ship would change his restlessness anyway. It was required of every soldier to spend a certain amount of time aboard a ship to get a hold of close quarter living. Last thing you need is someone going crazy from cabin fever.

"Not to mention the lack of any tail aboard the ship either," the dog thought to himself turning over once more to stare at the bottom of his roommate's bed. The only females on the ship worked on the flight deck, nowhere near the soldiers. "Not that I'd do anything," he lay there twiddling his thumbs looking up at the picture of the nude feline taped to the bed above him. "Just something to look at to pass the time," his fingers took a hold of a corner of the picture, gently pulling it away from the tape. It came off fairly easy, not a single rip in the photo. He turned it over revealing the message written on the back.

"Remember what's waiting at home for you! XOXO -Cassy." The short-haired collie's fingers gently flipped it back over, brushing a finger over the feline's amber-red hair. Sighing, he pressed it back against the cold metal bed frame making sure to press against the tape a little harder. His paw dropped to the side of his body, with a soft thud.

"Fuck this," he softly spoke, "Fuck everything about this." He groaned a little louder, pressing his paw against his face. Taking a deep breath he rubbed his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. Sleep was never easy for the black and white collie ever since he moved onto the new ship. He was just starting to enjoy all the factors of being on a ship at sea, until him and his company got the go-ahead. But now, especially given the circumstance, he doubted that he'd even be able to get a nap in. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up slowly. Instinctively he extended his left arm to shake his watch down to his wrist. Only to realize that it was sitting on the desk and not on his wrist. "Oh yeah," the collie stood up, knocking his head against the metal frame above him. "Son of a bitch!" Immediately he grabbed the top of his head rubbing his fur. Ever since he had moved in his tall frame had been a problem for him. Banging his head against his roommate's bed frame had almost become a common occurrence in their room.

"Mother- ugh to be six foot for a day," he checked his paw for blood. He trudged over to the desk where his watch laid; the time read 22:47. Once more the collie let out a sigh setting down the watch. "Well, since I'm not sleeping tonight," he said to himself, a shiver ran down his spine.

He took ahold of the bottom of his white t-shirt, yanking it over his head. The shirt fell to the floor. Taking a step towards the bathroom his pants fell around his ankles, the buckle clinking against the other metal parts of his pants. Only in his briefs, the collie opened the bathroom door. The cool floor was a welcoming feeling from the warmth of his bed. With a silent roll of the wheels, the glass door slid open. The digital pad beeped with the touch of the dog's pad as he set the temperature. Water spewed out from the faucet, he couldn't help but grin. As the water heated up the room began to fill with a warm mist, fogging over the mirror and shower door.

"This could be my last warm shower," he thought to himself reaching into the water, "perfect." He carefully stepped in, letting the water hit his fur. The shampoo would go untouched today; he didn't care about cleanliness, just the sensation of warm water cascading down his naked body was all he needed. Thoughts raced through his mind as water splashed against his face. When would they call them? His friends, his brothers, the mission, Cassey, "Oh Cassey," he said to himself. "I don't want to leave you alone," his throat filled with lumps. He felt his flaccid member twitch remembering the picture. "Seriously? Right now?" He couldn't help but laugh.

"Yo roomie where you at!" A loud below came from the other side of the door. The collie jumped, nearly losing his footing in the shower.

"How did I not hear the door open?" He said to himself in a panic.

"Brad? Are you in the fucking shower?" The feline banged on the door.

"Uhhh," he stuttered. Brad's ears perked up. "Did I lock the door?" He asked himself. The bathroom door swung open, bouncing off the wall.

"It's twenty-one hundred! What're you doing in the shower?" The feline wasn't visible between the fogged over glass.

"Actually it's almost twenty-three hundred," he corrected while covering up his expanding member, as if his roommate could see him. "Thanks for knocking Matt!" He yelled. Brad's nose perked up as he picked up a scent. "Is that booze?!" He heard the feline laugh on the other side of the glass.

"Yup! Helps to know some of the cooks," Brad heard the liquids in the bottle slosh about. "Would you like to join me for a drink?"

"Yeah I'd love to. IF I WASN'T FUCKING NAKED!" He screamed at Matt.

"I can see that," he said picking up Brad's towel from the rack.

"Y-you can?" He blushed trying to cover himself up. Matt cocked an eyebrow.

"Uhh no, if you can't see me then I can't either," he shrugged and took a sip from the bottle. The canine relaxed a little.

"O.K. well, can you leave so I can get dressed?"

"No, not until you answer my question. Why are you showering so close to midnight? And why are you talking all weird?" Matt pressed. Brad leaned his head on the shower wall, staring at the floor.

"Fine. Because it might be my last time to take a warm shower," he sighed closing his eyes. Matt stopped swishing the liquids.

"Well shit, that's depressing," he frowned taking another sip from the bottle. The amount that fell down his throat was a little more than expected, causing him to grit his teeth. "You know what else might be the last chance you get to do tonight?" He said without emotion. Behind the glass Brad continued to cover up his genitalia. "A good fuck," Matt peered into the bottle before taking another sip. A glowing red filled the collie's face.

"E-excuse me?" Brad managed to stutter. His embarrassment was soon replaced by anger, "You know I have a Fiancé waiting for me at home right!" His fists clenched as he stood facing the door, "I'm not a cheater."

"Whoa, whoa Brad. Don't get worked up. Think about it for a second!" Brad couldn't see through the thinning fog but he was sure he startled the cat. "This, like you said, could be anyone's last night. You want a warm shower, I want a fuck. You're from the West side of the country and me the East. I know you have Cassy waiting back home for you O.K.? You never stop talking about her. It's not like I'm trying to steal you away from her or anything. Once this war is over we'll probably never see each other again. It's just one night," Brad lessened the grip on his fists. Was Matt for real right now? He knew Matt swung both ways but; was he really proposing this right now? He turned away from the door.

"Come on Brad," Matt was closer to the door; Brad could barely smell the alcohol. "I promise I won't tell anyone, not a single soul." There was sincerity on his voice, Brad could hear it. So many things raced through his mind. He hugged himself trying to figure out what to say back. A minute or so went by before Matt piped up, "Brad, if you don't want-"

"No one?"

"I'm sorry?" Matt asked.

"No one. You promise you'll tell no one on this ship?" He stammered.

"No one back home or this fucking rock we're heading to," Matt pressed a finger to the fogged over door, mindlessly scribbling on it. Brad inhaled deeply.

"Come in," he finally exhaled. Some shuffling was soon followed from the opposite side of the door. Not too long after, the glass door slid open letting in some cold air. Brad's back was towards the door shielding his front side from Matt. Matt closed the door behind him sealing the two in the warm, wet box. There was a mix of excitement and nervousness emitting off of Brad. His heart began to race as Matt's alcohol stained breath caressed his back. The collie jumped as he felt something poke him.

"Easy there lassie," Matt chuckled.

"Don't call me that." Brad scowled.

"Then turn around, as much as I enjoy looking at your cute butt," Matt lustfully breathed against his back again, pressing the side of his face against the collie's shoulder. The feline's soft hands held his shoulders with a tight, but somehow soft grip. Shivers enveloped Brad as he felt hands travel down his body, stopping at his own hands that were covering his member. The collie bit his lip and closed his eyes, then turned to face Matt. Slowly, he opened them revealing a wet feline grinning up at him. The small cat was at least a head smaller than Brad; his reddish brown hair was smoothed over to the side. "It's O.K. for your eyes to wander," he giggled, "mine already have..." He bit his lip. Brad gave Matt a good look over, for someone in the Marines; he had a good curve to him. He was in no way skinny or girly, but his hips, Brad couldn't help but be reminded of Cassy. In fact, his coat was the same as hers. Then there was his already hard cock. The five inch member throbbed in anticipation; a mix of pre could be seen at the tip of his head despite the flowing water.

"You're already hard?" Brad was somewhat surprised.

"Well what can I say, you're a good looking pup," Brad blushed at this. "Now let's see what we're working with," Matt took ahold of the dog's hands, resting his head against his chest to look down at this groin. With a little bit of force he pulled away Brad's hands revealing his cock that was now becoming erect. "Ummm," Matt hesitated.

"What is-" Brad started before being cut off by Matt's hands taking ahold of his cock. The feeling of his hands against his dick caused him to let out a small hiss.

"It's just that, exactly how big is it?" Matt got on his knees in the shower, now at eye level with his groin, he kept his hands on Brad's junk while eyeing the growing member. "Does it stop?" Before Brad could answer Matt lifted a finger. "Don't answer that, I want to be surprised," he grinned like a cub in a toy shop. The feline took a hold of the cock with both hands as it finally stopped growing. Blood pumped in rhythm to his heartbeat. "So what am I looking at here," he smiled up at the dog, "eight?"

"8.1," he swallowed.

"To the dot?"

"To the Dot."

"Goddamn," Matt couldn't help but laugh. "I mean look at it, I can't even wrap my paw fully around it. We're gonna have some fun with this," he lowered the dog cock to his mouth opening it up as far as he could. It was a little bit of work but he slipped the tip into his mouth. Brad clenched his teeth, expecting teeth he was surprised that all he felt was the warmth of his mouth. Matt kept the tip in his mouth while he let his tongue do the work. The rough surface brushed against every part of the head of his penis, the tip of his tongue lapping at the pre cum that drizzled out from the tip.

"Fuck," Brad thought to himself, "Matt really knows what he's doing." Once every bit of pre was down his throat, Matt began the task of working more of Brad into his mouth. Relaxing his jaw he started to bob his head in slow motions, each time it jerked forward he would let in a little more. It wasn't long until Brad's cock was hitting the back of his throat, and he wasn't even halfway down his shaft. And yet he was still somehow able to move his tongue around to play with every bit that was in his mouth. Brad couldn't help but wonder how many times he had actually done this, and why his fiancé couldn't do it. Matt was still going at his own slow pace. Matt kept the squirming collie wanting more, carefully moving back to give himself a breath before working back down the length. That was until the slow motions were too much for the collie.

"You seem to have your gag reflex in check," Brad smirked taking a hold of the cat's ears. Matt's eyes widened in surprise. With one quick thrust more of his cock was shoved in his mouth, the girth of his cock could be seen in Matt's bulging throat. Matt placed his hands against the hips of Brad trying to push away.

"What's the matter? I thought this is what you wanted?" Brad grinned looking down at Matt who was struggling to hold 7 inches of dick in his throat. Almost tearing off the feline's ears, Brad tugged trying to get the last inch into the struggling cat's throat. Sighing Brad lessened his grip ears realizing Matt couldn't take any more. His cock slowly slid out of the struggling bottom's mouth, giving him a short amount of time to breathe before ramming it back in. The dog's hips moved with a quick rhythm, stopping at the same point as before, leaving an inch untouched while the rest bulged in the warmth of Matt's throat. Was that a moan Brad felt vibrate his cock? Is he actually enjoying being face fucked? He noticed Matt wasn't trying to push away from him, but instead his hands were now firmly grasping Brad's rump. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by that all too familiar feeling in his balls. Finally Matt was released from the clutches of Brad, leaving him to cough on his hands and knees.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Brad smiled while leaning over the cat. A paw reached up and dug its claws into Brad's chest. An angry Matt stared up at Brad with piercing eyes.

"I said fuck me. Hard." Matt panted glaring up at the dog.

"With pleasure," Brad smiled taking ahold of Matt's wrist, tearing away the hand that dug into his chest. Using this momentum he spun the horny cat around, pushing his upper body against the glass. For a moment, from behind, he saw her. Her arched back, her dark amber color, her ass pressed against him. Brad took a hold of each cheek in one hand squeezing them and pulling them apart revealing the kitty's tail hole.

"You know for a guy in the Army, you have the ass of a girl," Brad let one of plump cheeks go before giving it a smack. The cat yelped turning his head towards Brad, grinning with lust in his eyes.

"Mmm, and what're you going to do with it?" Matt's tail swished back and forth, caressing the chin of his lover. He felt a pressure against his hole.

"I'm gonna fuck it like it's my last night," Brad took a hold of his cock and pushed it against Matt's hole. He could feel the warmth against the tip of his dick, exciting the dog. But any amount of pressure caused his dick to slip off to the side, causing Matt to giggle.

"Good luck trying to fuck me with that without lube," the cat used his tail to shut off the water, "come here." The cat took a hold of Brad's dick using it to lead him out of the shower. A cold burst of air washed over the two of them. Cold enough to cause Brad's balls to shrivel slightly. "Let's take these off and put them on the floor, more area for fun," Matt got up on his toes to reach his mattress, his tail continuing to swing back and forth. The heavy mattress barely budged, angering Matt to the point where his claws protracted and took root in the bed. With a grunt he pulled the mattress off the top bunk and it flopped to the floor. Breathing slightly, he spun around to see Brad sitting in a chair stroking himself.

"Enjoy the show?" Matt sarcastically asked throwing his arms out in frustration.

"Yes actually," he smirked, "it was cute watching your cheeks bounce as you struggled with that." His smirk turned into a cute smile. Matt turned back around to hide his blushing face.

"Well while I get this one can you get the lube, it should be in the desk," he sheepishly bit his lip grinning to himself as he removed the other bed from its frame. Spinning around in his seat Brad opened the top drawer of the desk and found a small bottle of lube. While Matt finished pushing the beds together Brad popped open the bottle and poured a good amount on his hard cock, stroking it to cover all of his length.

"Don't finish without me now!" Brad heard the cat mew behind him. Turning back around his heart raced seeing the cat on all fours on the makeshift bed on the floor. His ass facing him, a slight wiggle called the panting dog over. "Show me what you've got big boy," it was obvious in his face that Matt was overcome with lust. Not wanting to keep him waiting, Brad got up from his seat to position himself behind the cat. The excess lube on his fingers was rubbed off onto the waiting cat's ass.

"Ready?" Brad held his cock with one hand and spread Matt's cheeks with the other. The cat eagerly nodded. "Good," his free hand quickly moved up to Matt's shoulder pushing his face against the sheets.

"Someone likes it rough huh?" Matt teased, feeling the hard cock against his ass.

"Yeah, I hope you do too," Brad squeezed his cock pressing it against Matt with enough force that the head popped in. Moaning in unison, he slowly slid more into the giving feline.

"Ooohhhh fuuuck," Matt gripped the sheets as he felt inches of cock slide into him, "that's fucking filling." His tongue lolled out of his mouth as the thick meat kept filling him up. Brad gritted his teeth, trying to do everything in his power to keep from nutting right there. The warm tight hole urged him to continue. As soon as Brad felt his hips touch the fur on Matt's rump, the cat below him started to convulse.

"Whoah! Are you O.K.?" He stopped; concerned he might have hurt him somehow. The cat shook his head.

"I just came," Matt panted. A few strings of cum covered a spot underneath Matt where his cock twitched. Brad couldn't help but bust out laughing.

"Already? Jesus dude we just started."

"And don't you fucking stop!" Matt yelled at the dog, pushing his cheeks back; inviting the dog to continue. Slightly taken aback, Brad hooked his arms under Matt's, pulling him up so his back arched against his chest. Surprised, Matt tried to wriggle free but having his arms almost inoperable from the hold Brad had on him made it impossible.

"Don't talk back to me while I'm in control," Brad growled into his ear, using his strength to lift the cat off his dick before dropping him back on it.

"F-fuck!" Matt clenched his teeth and his faced scrunched up as he felt the member push inside him. Looking down he could see his belly slightly bulge from the large cock inside him. Using him as a cock sleeve Brad continued to lift the helpless kitty up and down. The much smaller kitty's prick flopped to the rhythm of Brad's thrusts; still semi-soft from the previous orgasm.

"Goddamn," Brad let out a deep moan, playfully biting onto one of Matt's ears.

"A-are you tryin' to f-fuckin kill me with that thing?" Matt stammered between sharp inhales. His once soft cock, now engorged from the constant rubbing against his prostate, slapped against his toned stomach.

"Nah," Brad finally let go of his subject, letting him flop to the floor, "just giving you what you asked." Matt fell flat on his face, his arms too shaky to properly catch himself. Not that he needed them. They were quickly pulled behind him and held together by the larger canine. His wrists were strongly held together behind his back, pulling hard enough to lift his face from the bed. It wasn't long before his gaping hole was filled back up and his belly bulged.

"Nnn-god!" Matt couldn't help but scream out as his cock shot more ropes of cum on the bed.

"Ah shit," Brad howled, feeling Matt's hole tighten around his member. The spasms from the bottom's orgasm caused his to start. Cum flowed from the tip of the canine's member, his balls tightened letting loose the endless weeks of pent up sexual frustration. With Matt's insides already filled with thick meat, cum started to push out past Brad's cock. It oozed onto the mattresses, forming a puddle of sticky mess. The canine dug his free hand into the cat's rump as seamen flowed from his shaft in thick spurts. After what seemed like the hundredth shot of cum, his orgasm finally completed.

"Goddamn," Brad mumbled as he watched his cock slip from its warm hole. He collapsed onto his back, watching a flood of his cum empty out of Matt. The feline below him was left with his slightly gaping ass in the air, as he was finally able to rest his head in his arms. Purring, his tail swished from side to side.

"For a quickie that was... Amazing," Matt purred. A giant grin was plastered on his face. "I'm glad you agree-EEE!" He was quickly interrupted by a warm, rough sensation dragging across his tail hole. Only able to prop himself on shaky elbows he looked behind him to see Brad lapping away at his dripping ass. "If I knew you enjoyed eating ass I would've approached you much sooner," he giggled, feeling the circles being drawn on his back end.

"Shut up, unless you want me to stop?" Brad stopped to glare at him.

"By all means continue," Matt happily sighed, resting his head back on his arms. Rather than interrupt him, he decided to close his eyes and enjoy the feeling of Brad's tongue. "You know," Matt paused, "you can always come visit me in the East."

"Mhmm," was the reply.