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“Space Booty Bounty"

It'd been a long while since Jet had left Thundera; lost in this new part of the galaxy, he had little choice but to do what he did best: He had to adapt to this new place in the universe. He started out well enough, finding work as a bounty hunter had come with its perks and a flood of potential clients around every corner. And for a long time he did very well for himself; he moved from galaxy to galaxy in search of new challenges and new things to occupy himself with. Eventually though, the work had begun to run dry. And the more it ran dry, the longer he went between a proper meal, and a regular influx of credits. Days passed into weeks between jobs and he began to grow desperate. He hadn't realized how desperate he'd gotten until one night, while sitting at a station on a far corner of the galaxy...

“YOU! Are you in this hand?"

The gruff, angered voice of the anthropomorphic horse snarled at Jet, waking him from a daze. The horse's yellowed, bloodshot eyes indicated a high level of drunkenness, but he had been drinking quite literally for hours, and showed no signs of slowing down. The man had an obvious iron stomach to the alcohol, and a high tolerance due to his massive size as he sized the human up and down with a solitary, scrutinizing eye. Jet sat up in his chair, half drunk himself as he looked at the remaining chips on the table. “Yeah. Sure, why not?" He said with a shrug and dropped a couple chips on the table.

The horse laughed, then the rest of the table laughed. “That ain't gonna be enough to ante in, my friend. Maybe you should take your ass back to wherever it is you crawled out of."

Jet glared at the horse, then the various alien life forms that were laughing at him. He gently clutched the remainder of the chips into his fingers, then tossed them casually onto the table. The horse acknowledged him silently and seated himself with a thundering thump as his butt hit the chair and he sat back in it. “Alright then. Boys, it's five card stud. Jacks and Queens wild...and no fuckin' cheating!" He added, snapping a look at a mantid-type alien on the other side of the table, who threw up its...arms in disgust.

“I would never!" It insisted, clicking its tongue in response.

The cards were distributed out between the four men and...the androgynous mantis at the table. Jet looked at his cards, his heart sank. A seven, an eight, a three, a King and a two. Absolutely no help. He grabbed three cards and tossed them to the table. Not much help came back. He knew he had to bluff his way to victory. He tossed another chip to the table. “Raise ten..." He said.

“Fifteen." The horse said, adding to the ante. The others each folded.

“I see the fifteen... raise fifty." He said, unflinching as the last of his money was placed on the table.

The horse sat there for a minute, seemingly to ponder over what to do. He stared into Jet's eyes for a long time, then Jet's heart dropped as the horse reached and tossed two more chips on the pile. “Call." he said. “What you got, human?"

He had a low triple, three sixes that he placed down, hoping against hope that his opponent had been bluffing as well. But with a smug grin, the horse laid down a full house. “Fuck..." He uttered under his breath.

“Better luck next time, human."

Jet had noticed the horse's response was not dripping with sarcasm, he was being sincere, but he was not in the mood to entertain it. He pushed the chips to the man, quietly gathered his coat and his hat and got up to head out. He had blown the last of his money on some stupid bet he shouldn't have been dabbling in.. He shoved his chair out from under the table and stood up; the horse had a smug grin on his face as he watched Jet move away from the table without another word. He made his way down the hall and exited the bar.

He looked out the windows as he walked along the corridor toward the main concourse; he'd almost forgotten he wasn't on a planet, the appearance of deep space surprised him, only a hint of white glowing from the dwarf star a quarter million miles blow the station had lured his eye. It was a beautiful sight; bluish tints of a nebula's aura spiraled around it. He sighed and looked out over it for several minutes before hearing the familiar sound of the bar's door opening, then hissing to a close. He looked back curiously and saw the horse walk over to him and lean against the glass. “Do you really need to disrespect me, human?"

“Disrespect you?" Jet asked as he turned to face him, noticing two of his thugs exiting the bar as well. “I'm not sure why you'd think--"

“Clearly." The man said glaring at him. “And the fact you left the bar before you actually paid me for your loss." He held up one of his chips, which was slightly discolored on the bottom side of it . “This is one of your fifty credit chips, one of your last chips that you gave to me. And I want to know how much of your ante was actually real, and which were fake."

Jet was silent as the others approached. He'd been made; he wasn't usually in the habit of cheating his way out of things. In fact this could have been a truly uncanny mistake, but he wasn't about to give the horse his last fifty credits. As the other men approached, he grabbed the horse by the collar of his shirt and flung him hard into the others, causing them all to fumble and fall in the corridor. The man then bolted, rushing his way toward the exit hatch. As it opened in front of him, he heard the group behind him getting to their feet and then the hot sensation of their guns firing near his head and face as they burned almost perfect holes in the walls at the doorway. He dove through the door and slammed his hand on the automatic lock, sealing the door frame and cutting him off. He needed to get out of here, and in a hurry.

Jet had returned to his ship still in the dock, it was a small ship but the best that he could get for a low cost, trading in the junker he'd had previously also gave him a vessel half the size for his large frame and he constantly had to keep himself half-slouched just to walk through the ship. He was halfway out of the system before he began to call out to friends that owed him. Three of them were to friends on Earth; while he couldn't reach one of them, the other two had various reasons for not providing him any of the money they owed him. A beastly wolf man out of alpha centauri barely remembered him, but remembered as soon as he mentioned a winning bet on a galactic motorcycle race that Jet had won fair and square.

“Ohhhhh Black!" He exclaimed, putting a hand on the side of his head. “Now I remember. We had some pretty good times after that race, now didn't we?"

“Listen Angus. I appreciate you suddenly remembering me fucking your brains out, but you're not gonna forget the bet you clearly lost. You owe me three thousand--"

“Three thousand credits. Yeah, yeah." The beast groaned, running a hand through his thick bush of a mane, then scratching his chin. “Look...hate to break it to you, but I ain't found work in weeks and I haven't got the credits to cover you. But I might have a new mark for you if you're interested."

“Who is it this time?"

Angus smirked a bit, his fangs glinting against the lighting of the screen. He flicked a finger down and a profile mugshot came up. This one of an large, beefy android-looking man, as the image spun, his voice could be heard. “This here's Jager; a soldier in the galactic military, one of those genetically modified humanoid replicants with a human brain to boot. Rumor has it that something went wrong; like he'd grown some kind of conscience or something and refused a direct order of his superiors. Not long after his last deployment, he returned to his home base and then vanished. They tried to activate his homing circuits and then his return protocols, but neither of them worked. They figure he must have had some inside help, or he's just ignoring the command. They can't terminate and he's gone completely off the grid. He was last seen in the Hydronis sector."

“Hm interesting." Jet said, straining to feign interest in the story. “And what's this mark gonna get me?"

“Jet. We are talking high profile, everybody's gonna want to keep this under wraps. If you bring him in they're offering a one-hundred-thou reward. One-fifty if delivered alive and in-tact. I figure that I give this to you we can be square right?"

Jet pressed a polite smile on his face. “Right. But I'm flat broke right now, I don't even have the resources to go looking for this guy."

Angus shrugged. “Can't help you there, brother. But at least I gave you something to go off of."

“It helps." Jet nodded. “If I get this target bagged, you'll be out of my debt."

“Great. Best of luck to you Black."

“Right."

The conference window switched off, and Jet found himself staring his reflection in the face as he groaned and rubbed his face between his hands. “Now where am I going to get some supplies..."

“Absolutely not!" Panthro crossed his arms, making him look absolutely massive over the smaller area of the video screen Jet was looking at. “I won't give you Thundera resources to go hunt some bounty, Black. You were lucky the king gave us permission to get your ship back in shape for space travel despite your...reputation."

“You don't understand. I only hunt down criminals, this is no different. This guy went AWOL during his tour of duty. Surely as a soldier yourself, you can understand how dishonorable something like that is."

“Sure. But it shouldn't give you a license to hunt him down like a dog. Absolutely not!"

Jet let a sigh escape his nostrils as he stared at the muscled panther on the monitor, placing his hands firmly on the desk in front of him. “Come on Panthro..."

“No! You are pulling way too many favors with me just because we messed around--"

“Not...just because we fucked..." Jet replied defensively. “You know I'm all about standing up for what's good in this universe, I'm only after the bad guys."

“Define what a bad guy is to you?" Panthro asked straight, his arms not able to cross any harder, he could see the man's biceps flex and bulge like boulders against his body.

“Look. I'll give you a share of my profits from this." He said. “Just give me a hand this once..."

“Forget it!"

Jet growled in frustration before leaning into the monitor and speaking softly. “Fine...then as a personal favor...to me?"

Panthro seethed for a minute, his eyes looking as though they were looking left and right in search of a good answer to that plea. Slowly he exhaled. “Fine... for you, I'll do this." He relented, then he lifted a finger. “But after this, I don't want to see you on Thundera ever again."

“What?"

“That's the deal." He said in frustration. “Take it or leave it."

Jet narrowed his eyes; he could see that Panthro wasn't bluffing, if he were to take him up on this offer, he might never be able to see him again. But if he didn't take him up, he'd have to rely on himself and his own methods to get the job done on his own. He sighed. “Alright then, I guess I'm on my own." He said, as he closed the screen, leaving a surprised looking Panthro's face to go black as it powered off. He would have to do this by himself. But he had his methods. He made his way to the front of his ship and set a course for Hydronis; an eleven hour flight, but it would be worth it to bring a criminal of this man's calibur in his custody. If he could arrest this Jager, take him in, the reward might help keep him in credits for another few years.

As the ship entered light speed, he watched the lights flash past him as he leaned back in the seat and put his arms up behind his head as he slowly dozed off, listening to the whirring of his drive as it pulsed through the emptiness of space.

Before he knew it, he could hear the proximity alarm as his ship entered Hydronis space; in the past several years, it had become a pretty luxurious resort planet with a scandalous, rough station that orbited it. It was the station he was headed to, if anyone would have any information on Jager, it would be one of the many passenger ships and mercenaries, universe scum and pirates that frequently inhabited the station. It wasn't long until he had gotten some information that Jager frequented similar stations in the Quasar Nebula, and once again Jet was setting course. This one to a galaxy that was fourteen hours away at maximum speed; he reduced his speed somewhat to conserve energy, bringing his total flight time to twenty-seven hours. He would need to pass the time somehow because he knew this would be a long flight.

At roughly sixteen hours, an incredibly bored and restless Jet saw a notification activate on his console, he walked over to it and turned it on only to see Panthro on the other end. “Hey Black. Where you headed?"

“What's it to you?" Jet asked.

“Don't be a smartass." Panthro warned. “I was able to get ahold of some supplies for you, just checking to see if you'll be passing by."

“I'm headed to the Quasar nebula."

“Oh is that right? Well, that's a six hour trip from Thundera; you gonna be there long?"

“Couple days at least. I'm trying to find this Jager fellow and he's not making it easy. That's where he was last spotted."

“Alright. I'll have the supplies waiting for you when you get there." He said firmly. “Just...just do me a favor and be careful. Alright?"

“Thanks. I really appreciate the help, I'm--" He paused and looked down over Panthro's muscular body, he flushed a little bit, but made sure he didn't see it. “A-are you...naked?"

Panthro laughed and put a hand behind his head. “Guess you noticed that huh?"

“You kidding? If my monitor were half an inch bigger I'd probably be seeing paydirt right now." He smirked knowingly.

Panthro flexed his body backward a bit, raising his arms up over his head and giving a rather impressive full body pose so that his cock narrowly came into view as he grinned smuggly. “Whaddya say to this?" He asked mid pose.

“I say you're a fucking tease." Jet replied. “I'm still about eight hours from my destination and I don't even got a shower on board to clean up before I get there..."

Panthro's grin widened. “Glad I could help." He said with a wink before his expression grew serious again. “But honestly Jet, be careful. Alright? You've never met this guy before, you don't know how dangerous he's gonna be."

“Well I only just met you and look how that turned out."

There was a long pause as Panthro crossed his large arms over his chest and stared at him. “You're right. If this guy doesn't try to kill you for trying to bounty him, maybe you can be friends."

Jet smirked back. “You bet your ass I will. Thanks again Panthro."

“Take care Black."

As the video went dark, Jet decided to spend time reading up on Jager and plan for what he might encounter:

The public records were easy enough to uncover; Jager had been enlisted in the military almost twenty-five years ago, just after he'd turned seventeen. He'd quickly moved up the ranks, obtaining medals of honor and valor. He'd had an augmentation addiction and through several operations had transformed his body into a hulking six-foot-five machine. Nothing of his former humanity resided within him, but his memories and his mental capacity had been transplanted into the new body.

The remainder of his records, Jet found were much harder to uncover. But after pulling a favor, he received the personnel record and service record for him. By the time he made Commander, he'd already had ninety-eight percent of his body replaced. He was faster, stronger, and the most powerful member of his squadron. And then, suddenly four months ago, he did not turn up for his tour of duty, his apartment on Rigel had been cleaned out as if he'd never lived there, and he had managed to get away in a ship that he had clearance to. He hadn't been seen since.

If he had gone to pirate space, then he shouldn't be too hard to find, based on the description his files provided of him.

Jet checked his watch. He still had hours to go until he arrived at his destination. “Oh man I am really going to need a shower when I get there." He said to himself. “Turning off the cooling system to conserve warp energy was a really stupid idea..."

The Quasar Nebula was an expansive, bluish tinted nebula of stars that took up over three sectors of space. Within that nebula were dozens of planets, hundreds of stars. But only one of those planets could support life. As he came into the port at Quasis, he was immediately met with guns pointing at him as he stepped from his craft. He put his hands up and allowed the guards to search and to frisk him. A few of them even getting a little 'handsy' with him as they conducted their search. Eventually, his credentials came back as valid and he was allowed to enter the station.

It had gotten pretty seedy over the last few years since the pirates had infiltrated the nebula and set it up as their own port stop between the distant worlds on either side. They charged an excessive amount to people stopping in without the proper clearances, but it helped them to make a living. As he made his way into the station's hotel, he had reserved his room and having received his shipment from Panthro, they assured him that the shipment would be waiting for him in the room promptly. Taking his key, Jet made a quick turn around and headed back out into the street, walking the half block to the “Bouncing Unicorn"; a hole in the wall, badly decorated bar, whose clientele ranged from the rich and stuck up, to the outright thieves that would rob them blind in a millisecond. Entering the bar he casually made his way to one of the few remaining chairs at the counter and seated himself. A hovering bot with a serving tray affixed to its arm had floated toward him.

“What'll it be?" It asked in a campy-pre-recorded, very robotic voice that resembled something out of the old west where a saloon keeper would ask the protagonist before pulling out a bottle of whiskey that evaporated in little puddles of smoke as soon as it touched a surface. “We have our three for two special on whiskey shots, various draughts of beer and other liquors for you to indulge in, and if you are seeking--other entertainment..." It affixed its eyes upward to several women; human, android or completely alien all together leaning over the balcony in various states of undress. “We can fill that void as well--"

“Just a scotch, rocks. And...some information?" He added, placing an extra hundred credits onto the virtual table. “About a soldier who's rumored to have holed up here. Goes by the name Jager?"

“Apologies sir, I am not programmed to provide information on our patrons." It said as it noticed the extra funds being offered. “However I would not be lying if I said the man you seek does frequent here quite a bit."

“Thanks." Jet answered as the machine hovered off, only to return several seconds later with a clean class of a brownish liquid and two large, round spheres of ice in the cup.

“So...what is it you're looking for this guy Jager for?"

A voice almost directly to Jet's left caused him to glance from the side of his vision at the robot sitting two seats down. He brought a glass of a strange clear liquid to the center of his face and took a sip. His jutting chin clicking the glass lightly as he did so; the trio of green optics on top of his face; likely his eyes whirred and rotated slightly as it was clear he was looking back at him. The man was dressed in a tight, white tank top shirt and black pants. From the size of his muscles he could tell that it must barely be able to fit and he was all a gun metal machine. Jet could see that this was the man he was looking for, but he played it calmly.

“What's it to you?" He asked.

“Call me curious." The man responded. “What's he to you?"

“A paycheck." Jet said, bluntly. He took a sip of his drink and looked at him. “And frankly, I don't see what the big deal is."

“Heh." The man said, clutching his glass firmly enough that Jet could make out webs of cracks forming on it. “Then perhaps he's not worth the trouble."

“Perhaps not." Jet said, his hand reaching down to graze the gun in his pocket. “But I've still gotta bring him in."

“You can try."

Just as Jet was about to grab his gun and aim it at Jager, a surprising thing happened; a pair of hands suddenly grabbed him under each arm, lifted him off his chair and flung him madly over the bar.

Jet felt his feet flying over his head as he sailed through the air, upside down for a good ten meters before slamming hard into a large tank filled with water and fish. The glass shattered around him and he crashed hard to the floor, wave after wave of the tank's contents washing over him as he and the fish all floundered on the floor. The look of shock and anger was quickly replaced with worry as he looked up to see and recognize his attacker. That stupid sky blue mane of hair, those dark purple colored sunglasses, black leather vest and denim jeans. He had a big smile on that stupid long snout of his as he approached with three other even-larger men at his side. The same horse he'd gotten away from days ago had somehow managed to track him down.

“Well. Well. Small universe ain't it?" He asked before pointing a long rod in Jet's direction. “I told you you were gonna pay for disrespecting me."

“Fuck..." Jet uttered under his breath as they approached him.

“The way I figured it, you cheated me out of thirty-two hundred credits, and I am about to collect it out of your ass."

“That's funny." Jager's voice suddenly distracted the horseman's approach and he looked at him. “Well. I mean, that's a funny way of putting it...collecting it out of his ass?"

“What's it to you, bot?"

“Well, when you approach a guy four-on-one and tell him you're going to take something out of his ass, I just feel like I have to say something. It doesn't seem very fair. Does it?"

The horse narrowed his eyes, then looked at one of the men at his side, with a snap of his fingers, he pointed at Jager and the other man moved toward him. “You sure got a lot of nuts and bolts getting involved in this personal debt, stranger." He said threateningly as Jager sat at his seat still, unflinching as he sipped his drink.

“What can I say?" Jager started as the man raised a gun to him; in the blink of an eye, Jager grabbed the man, who let out a high pitched scream as the augmented digits wrapped tightly around his wrist until the bones cracked like popcorn and he was immediately yanked into the bar top face first, and just as quickly flung backwards over it, sending him crashing into several full bottles on the shelf behind. “I got too much for you boys to handle." He said as he slowly rose to look at the remaining three.

Jet had gotten back to his feet during the distraction, and while one of their backs were turned, he struck. Landing a blow directly to the man's arm, snapping it back and causing him to drop a knife in his hand, the man howled in pain as Jet then flipped him hard to the ground, knocking him out. He shared a glance with Jager before walking over to his side and facing the remaining two down.

The horse's nostrils flared in anger as he took a step back, his hands cooly sliding down his sides. “MOVE!" Jager exclaimed, grabbing Jet by the collar and pulling both of them over the bar as both the horse and his friend opened fire on them, peppering the entire bar with automatic gunfire that simply bounced off the counter and ricocheted around the room until both of their weapons went empty.

As the smoke settled, the pair returned their sidearms to their holsters and watched as the bullet-riddled but otherwise unharmed bar slowly wavered into view. Suddenly, both mean leaped from the bar and tackled them to the floor. Jet landing on the horse, and Jager slamming into his larger, masked partner. As Jager felt the man's weight slam into him he grunted and tried to resist the pull. Feeling surprisingly overwhelmed by it, Jager quickly found himself on his back as the man pulled a serrated hunting knife from his belt and brought it down on him, forcing Jager to use his strength to deflect it. Meanwhile, Jet landed a few good blows to the horse's face, causing a trickle of blood to drip down his nose. He laughed in spite of the pain and caught Jet's following punch, delivering a kick and sending him back across the room into a stack of tables. The remaining men watching this combat finally vacated and fled the bar in a rush to not get hurt. The horse laughed as he tackled Jet and grabbed him by the neck, flinging him effortlessly into a support pillar.

“Slow old man, you're gonna pay for disrespecting me!" He shouted angrily as his hands tightened around his throat. “Nobody makes a fool out of me!"

Jet smirked a bit despite being unable to catch his breath, and whispered something...but it was inaudible for him.

“What?" He asked angrily. “What did you say?!"

He repeated it again, and again the horse could not hear. “Say that again old man, you're really having trouble being heard!"

“I said...I've got something for ya. An iron fist!"

Without warning, Jet punched the horse hard with his cybernetic arm, slamming the metal fist into his face and sending him reeling back hard and fast until he again crashed over the bar. Jet leaped into the air, and brought his arm down. The horse rolled out of the way and the pair clashed as Jager and the other man battled. Ripping off his mask, Jager realized the very metal face underneath it and he was briefly taken aback. “Well well." He said. “A fellow cyborg? Nice to meet you."

“Knox! Knock some sense into this guy, will you?!" The horse shouted as he struggled with Jet.

“Sorry." The large bot said as he grabbed Jager's waist. “Nothing personal." He then landed a solid kick to Jager's stomach, lifted him up with his feet, and then kicked him hard several feet into another wall as he got up; his disguise no longer needed, Jager watched as this “Knox" guy suddenly gave off a hydraulic hiss and grew about a foot higher, and about twice the size he normally was. He let out a roar and charged at Jager, swinging his massive fist, and narrowly missing his target, he instead punched out a chunk of the support beam.

He grabbed the wayward fist and twisted it around, knocking the man off balance before delivering a fierce kick to the abdomen. Knox flew up into the air and through an adjacent wall. “Me too." Jager added, dusting himself off as Jet finally landed a punch that knocked the horse flat onto the ground. Instantly Jet, now defensive slapped Jager's hand away and aimed his own gun at him. “Alright, you're under arrest..." He said.

“Arrest? And what did I do, besides save your life?"

“You're wanted, I'm a bounty hunter. I'm pretty sure you're clear on the concept."

“Not...really." Jager admitted. “Why not put the gun down and we can talk?"

“Nnnhhh." The moan caused Jet to turn his gun to face the horse, while Jager also drew his own weapon to aim at him. Instinctively, he raised his hands at the two barrels staring him in the face.

“Buy you a drink?" Jager added the confusion to the human who couldn't help but gawk at him. “Look after that, you look like you could use one. Me too as a matter of fact.

After finally getting the horse into the security custody, Jet followed Jager to another bar not half a mile from their first encounter. This one had to have been even seedier, even the walls looked yellowed from tacky cigarette and cigar smoke, a haze hung in the air as they entered and made their way toward a booth near the back as they sat down together a calm hush washed over the two of them as they stared at each other. Jet could see the optics whir and turn slowly as he watched him, his hands resting like a little triangle under his chin as his elbows rested on the table. Soon their drinks arrived and Jager was the first to speak:

“So...come to collect my bounty huh?" He asked.

Jet's eyes narrowed. “And don't think you can get out of it that easy. You'll be headed back to your home world soon."

Jager sighed and took a sip of his drink. He clicked his tongue...or his approximation of it in his mouth and stared at him. “What is it you think I've done wrong? You're so careful around me."

“You're a criminal, I've always learned not to underestimate a criminal."

“And what if I told you..." He said, leaning forward. “That I am no criminal?"

“But your wanted poster--"

“Propaganda, malarky, in other words untrue and unkind words spread about me. Why do you think I'd come to a pirate nebula to hide? If I were really the criminal they peg me for, don't you think I'd be more obvious about it?"

Jet stared at him conspicuously. “So you're not responsible for the crimes they're saying you've committed?"

“Which ones?"

“Murder, two squadron members strangled, one shot and anohter hospitalized with a broken arm, two cracked ribs and a leg so badly dislocated he might not even be able to walk again? An explosion on Cadis IV which cost six lives and injured fifty others... it goes on and on..."

“N-no! That's ...that isn't possible, I've been here for weeks. They're lying to protect themselves. I am only guilty of going AWOL. After my last mission I just...I couldn't keep going..." He placed a hand over his optics. “And they accuse me of that?" He scoffed. “For fuck's sake..."

Jet frowned and shook his head. “Look, I know it's getting kind of late and I'm not letting you out of my sight, so I think it's best that you come back to my hotel with me and--" He paused as Jager unexpectedly ran his metallic hand along his smooth cranium. The sudden contact threw off Jet's train of thought as the touch immediately made him start to harden. “Wh-what are you doing?" He asked

“Just...admiring this." Jager said, his voice sounding almost playful in a manner as he did so. “I've always been attracted to bald men." His fingers slowly stroking Jet from the back to the front of his cranium, the smoothness of his scalp almost reflected in the cyborg's reflective face as Jet felt the heat of a blush wash over him.

Jet grabbed the tablet for their tab and approved the payment, tossing it to the side as he rose quickly to his feet. “Come on." He said urgently grabbing Jager by the wrist and guiding him through the bar, out to the street and down the block and a half to the hotel he'd gotten a reservation at. He checked in with a swipe of a card and the pair made their way to the elevator.

As soon as the doors came to a close, Jet aggressively grabbed Jager by the back of his head and pulled him hard into the elevator wall. His mouth felt strange, whirring, almost vibrating against his lips. He had to turn his head slightly to properly angle into the kiss. Surprised, Jager wrapped his arms around Jet's waist and pulled his body into him, hoisting him up into his arms as their kiss grew deeper. The robotic mouth felt warmer, it didn't feel too artificial but it still tickled Jet's tongue as their faces parted.

“S-so tell me Jager...how --how functional are you? I mean...are you?"

“Anatomically correct for a cyborg?" Jager interrupted with a chuckle. “Completely, and I intend to use it."

“Fuck now that's what I like to hear." Jet said grinning.

Instead of putting Jet down as the elevator door opened, Jager insisted on holding onto him, following the vague directions from the human to his assigned room. As the door slid open and Jager carried Jet inside, the lighting illuminated the entire room as the automatic bed slowly extended from the wall, coming to a stop several feet from its alcove. Jager dropped Jet onto the bed and eagerly grabbed the buckle of his belt, pulling it off and then yanking his pants down, letting his cock bounce out into the open air. He discarded the pants as he and Jet both removed their jackets and shirts. Jager revealing his fine v-shaped muscled frame that looked very anatomically human, unlike his almost alien-looking head. Jet threw his shirt off and watched as Jager removed his pants, revealing an impressive human-shaped cock underneath that was fully erect, the arch of his arousal shaped like perfection for him.

Jager moved in and crawled onto the bed at Jet's feet, scooping his legs up over his arms and bringing his cock closer to him, He brought his mouth over the flesh and engulfed it; the sudden feeling of--what Jet could only describe as static electricity made every hair on his body stand on end as Jager went down on him. He had no real discernable lips, but he could feel a strange pressure from his mouth as though a set of lips were being employed. He gasped and his legs went up a bit to rest on Jager's hard, metallic shoulders. He looked at the bot's head and could see his reflection in it, his fingers found the cranium and he slowly stroked along the smooth surface; his fingers began to tingle as he did so, making his skin feel electric from this side too. He moaned as the tickling along his skin gave him goosebumps and he felt Jager's eager blowjob slow down some. He gave a groan of approval, which only gyrated the human's cock deeper. It was like getting a blowjob from an electrical socket. Jet's toes curled and flexed, The bones gave a soft crackle as they flexed out, and that drew Jager's attention to it. Slowly, he grabbed Jet by the ankle of his left foot, and then he brought his mouth to it. An extension that he could only assume resembled a tongue slipped from his mouth and ran along the bottom of his foot. From heel to the ball of his foot, there was a long, methodical “lick". But it wasn't wet like Jet expected, instead it felt like hundreds, maybe thousands of intricate little parts rippling across the surface of Jager's tongue. Picking up flavors, scents, tastes along the entire length of Jet's otherwise sweaty and musky soles. It tickled at first, but then that electric sensation took over and he began to gasp out loud. He then switched to Jet's other foot and did the same thing; making him writhe as the same sensation again crawled up his skin and gave him goosebumps. As Jager's mouth reached the apex of Jet's toes, he paused for a moment and an exhale emitted from his lips; it sounded like the noise from a small steam vent, followed by a wash of warm air. He had never felt this turned on by anyone before and it seemed like Jager was eager to please. After a few moments, Jet could hardly stand it anymore. He moved his legs from the cyborg's shoulders and grabbed him, pulling him onto the bed. He rolled Jager onto his back so that Jet was seated on top of him. His hands grabbed the man by his cheeks and he pulled him in for another kiss sliding his body back along that smooth, warm...or cool metal. He could feel Jager's hips rise in response, the tip of his cool metal shaft pressing against his ring. Jet was eager for the contact and pushed himself back slightly. Jager's cock was already warm and slick.

“You provide your own lube or something?"

“Of course." Jager replied, his voice sounding proud as his hands pressed down on Jet's waist. “I'm even ribbed for his pleasure."

Jet resisted a laugh at the joke, he was too full of lust to even acknowledge it and with a growl of determination, he slipped backwards, feeling the warm shaft slip against his ass, missing the mark once or twice before finally landing directly in the middle. Jet let out a growl of pleasure. “Oh! Fuck yeah!" He roared as he then took the initiative and thrust his body straight down the shaft.

Jager let out a grunt as well, feeling his cock slip into Jet's deep hole, the warmth covering his sensitive cock as he felt Jet forcibly sit upright and start to ride his cock. The man was an older human, but no less the pique of his physical prowess; muscle with a little bit of a gut to shape out the “dad bod" type he enjoyed. He no longer aged, he no longer had to worry about losing his shape, but that only made him appreciate the men who could maintain all the more. He grunted and bucked his hips, but Jet slammed down even harder, taking complete control of the situation. Jet's hands flattened hard against Jager's large chest, not finding much of a grip on the smooth, shiny metal of his body he clenched his fingers and rocked himself hard and heavy on the robot's body.

“Oh f-fuck!" Jet growled and whispered as he rode the robot. “Wh-what the fuck did you do to your c-cock to make it feel like this?"

“Warming and cooling lube, a vibration setting, keeping my penile nerves from my human body so I can't lose the sens--" He stopped talking as Jet placed a hand over his lips.

“Just sh-shut up!" Jet demanded as he continued to slam his ass down on the robot's cock, his backside making loud slapping noises as he did. He felt his heart pounding hard in his chest, he had his head back and was thrusting himself harder and harder.

For a moment, Jet looked down to see Jager lying there with his hands behind his head, staring at him. “What's that look?" Jet asked, his face growing red.

“Just watching you enjoy yourself." He replied smugly.

By this point, Jet was already sweating from the hard fucking, he had no real notice if he was affecting Jager at all, and he was getting frustrated. “Well if I ain't even going to make you feel anything while you lay there like a fucking dead log I might as well--MMPH!"

Jager had already assumed what Jet was going to say and instead, took the initiative into his own hands. He pulled the human off of him before aggressively throwing him against the wall next to the bed, he rubbed his thick cock against Jet's exposed ass and with a singular thrust, he plummeted into the man, giving a loud, aggressive grunt as he did so.

Jet howled out as he was suddenly penetrated again, the walls around his ass hole practically screaming from the invasion. “OH! F-FUCK!" He shouted as he slammed a hand into the wall, trying to stabilize himself while Jager grabbed his waist with one massive hand and clutched his scalp with the other, His grip tightened, and Jet could feel that full flow of electricity again. This time pouring throughout his body and a new current atop his head, filling his skin with the same sensation.

Jet panted loudly, grunting as Jager took a no-holds-bar approach and began to fuck him hard. He could hear Jager's cock slapping against hs flesh, a literal pair of metal balls slamming against his own. He could feel his stomach stretching and moving. He put one hand down and could feel a strange, foreign shape probing about there. He looked back; there was no way Jager could be going this deep. But Jager tightened his grip on Jet's head and turned it to face the other way, thrusting in so hard that the man's knees continually bounced off the bed.

“Ahhh---ahhh! Fuck!" He could hear Jager moaning behind him, crying out as each grunt coincided with a strange, prickly sensation in his gut, a flow of lube or something hot draining down inside of him. Had he cum already? Was that it?"

No, no that wasn't it. Jager then grabbed Jet's torso and lifted him up against his body. He seated Jet upright against him as he came slamming in from underneath. His breath ragged and fast, his body vibrating instead of trembling that sweet feeling of warm air being blasted like a steam vent into his ear. He couldn't tell if Jager was hissing or just breathing at this point, but at this point it didn't even matter because Jet could feel his orgasm coming up on him fast. He blushed, he didn't want it to end so quickly he wanted to make Jager--

“S-sl-slow down... you're gonna make me---RRAAAAAHHHH!"

Jet was too late to claim an objection as his body suddenly went into overdrive, spewing his white seed like a volcano shooting up and narrowly missing his face as a thick, spreading load covered his chest and neck, then another shot, and another as Jager began to speed up even more. Jager let out a shuddering grunt himself and began to cum as well. As he climaxed, he held tightly onto Jet's waist, probably to keep him from being thrown off by the blast of hot cum exploding into him. Jet gasped as he felt a brief expansion in his stomach followed by the flood waters receding out from between them as a torrent of cum began to pour down onto the bed between them. Their bodies collided again and again until the hot steamy cum slowly began to slow and subside and finally, Jager collapsed over Jet, sending the two of them to the warm, pillowy mattress of this executive bed.

“Ho--oly shit..." Jet exclaimed after several minutes of rough, ragged breathing from the both of them. “Do I even want to know what the fuck that was?"

“Heh heh." Jager chuckled and rested his head on his hand as he lay on his elbow. “I don't know...do you?"

“It's probably better for my health that I don't ask." Jet admitted.

“Good choice." Jager said. “Suffice to say I needed that. It's been a while."

“Really? I'm surprised."

“I don't exactly have a line up of potential mates to fuck around with." Jager admitted. “Usually seeing an augment like me sends most of them packing."

“Well I'm glad to be part of the exclusions."

“Thank you." Jager said as he sat up.

Jet sat up next to the robot, finding a little discomfort in sitting on his ass so soon after having it practically abused to death. “Say Jager. Now that...well now that I understand the context better, I probably won't risk turning you in for the bounty." He admitted. “But...would you be interested in perhaps working with me so that...neither of us walk out of here without being paid?"

“What. Like a partnership?"

“Exactly." Jet nodded. “Equal payout, fifty-fifty share."

Jager sighed through his nostrils, and Jet could see steam rising from his nose as he did so. “Can't say I'm not tempted, the company's good. Plus I can truthfully say I slept with my boss to get the job."

“Oh, that would've come regardless." Jet admitted with a wave of his hand. “But there can be some money made in the business if you're interested."

“Tell you what? Let me go take a quick shower to mull it over. I need to sort of clean myself up anyway. I'll be back in five, alright?"

“You? But I'm the one that smells like I've been cooped in my ship for three days--"

Jager's fingers brushed along Jet's face as he walked past. “And what a lovely smell you must have as a result. But I'm going first."

The shower water sounded nice as Jet lay on the bed naked, staring at the ceiling. His body was still vibrating from the abundance of electricity coursing through Jager, and in effect himself as they fucked. He realized he had come to miss the sensation and as he reached down to scratch an itch that seemed to be moving along his body, he realized he was again hard as a rock. He waited a long time for Jager to come out of the shower, and as Jet's eyes grew heavy he realized a little too late that he was falling asleep...

***

“NO! It's gonna eat me!" Jet jolted awake suddenly, finding himself laid out in the dark as Jager's arm wrapped around his waist.

It was quiet in the room now and as he relaxed his body, he felt a warm, hard cock pressed into his ass. The warmth of Jager's electric presence holding him close. “You okay? What's wrong?" He asked.

“J-just...a bad dream. That's all." Jet laughed nervously. “I had a dream that your ass was about to eat me for fucking you..."

“Heh heh. Well it is capable of that." Jager whispered softly as his hand climbed up Jet's torso. Jet for a moment was unsure how serious Jager was when he said that, but that was quickly brushed aside with his words. “But I'm here, I haven't gone anywhere and my ass is right where it's supposed to be."

Jet gasped slightly as he felt Jager's lips dance across the top of his head, the warm, vibrating feeling of his robotic tongue tingling along the bare skin of his scalp. He inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply, that blast of hot air washing from his nostrils and across Jet's head sending goosebumps down his spine. “Ahh...s-so that feels nice." He whispered as his ass encountered the iron rod that was Jager's cock pushing up against his cheeks under the covers. He gave a soft, gentle moan as Jager continued.

“Mm-hmm?" He muttered softly as he indulged in the warmth and smoothness of it, his hands clutching firmly at Jet's large chest as he let out a soft growl of dominance and began to push his hips forward, the tip of his cock pulling back and popping softly forward to Jet's entrance.

“Ahh--J-Jager..." He whispered and reached his arms back over the cyborg's head. “God, just... fuck me again..." He panted needfully.

Jager gave a soft chuckle as one hand moved down and clutched under Jet's thigh, lifting it slightly as he slid inward. “You don't have to ask me twice, partner." He whispered before grunting and plunging his hard cock deep into Jet's body.

Jet gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling Jager's body shudder as his cock pushed its way into him, immediately negating any resistance and lifting his leg even higher to thrust deeper into him. He let out a howling moan, mixed with a few colorful profanities as Jager began to fuck him again. Instantly it seemed, Jet's worries were gone and he was hard as a rock again, feeling the bot's warm, electric breath on him again as he began to work himself into more of a rhythm. Growling and grunting with each push, each intrusion getting closer and closer to Jet's prostate.

“You're still so tight, for a human this is impressive." Jager sighed roughly, pushing himself in again and again, rocking the bed so hard that the bed almost receded back into the wall in their wake. “F-fuck..." He whispered.

Jet could feel his cock dripping like a faucet, soaking his bottom thigh as Jager lifted his other one even higher. Again, and again. Deeper he went, the more passionate as his moment went on and on. He felt his tongue loll out of his mouth, the drool from his cock feeling like it was writing cursive on his thigh and Jager wasn't done yet. He could feel his cock expanding into him; fucking him deeper until their bodies met at least eleven inches, maybe twelve deep inside the human. Jet trembled he could hear Jager's gyro's whirring, he looked back and could see that his optics had gone to a cool blue color, he was moaning and he pulled Jet into a kiss. Jet's tongue met Jager's lips and it was immediately drawn into his electric mouth. His entire body writhing and twitching in pleasure as Jet was openly being fucked harder than he'd ever been in his life. “Ohhh fuck.... Oh fuck Jager..."

“Mmmm yes... just release yourself to me Jet. Just cum for me..."

Jager's growl was accompanied by one of his hands, freed from what it was doing it wrapped around the man's thick cock which bounced and twitched wildly under his touch. “Y-you're going to make me--"

He felt Jager's urgent grasp tighten around his cock; somehow that was enough to push him over the edge, and with an urgent “RRRRRRRGHHH!" Jet began to cum thick, hard streams of his white seed; it splashed on him, shot up to his neck and coated the sheets under them as he came and simply...kept on cumming. “Ahh! Ahhh!" He cried out desperately grabbing the sheets, riding out the hardest climax of his life. And if that wasn't enough, Jager let out a loud growl and began to grunt and huff himself, filling the smaller Jet with thick jets of his rutting fluid, that instantly filled him not twice but three times more than he was used to. Both of them cried out in a conjoined lust that only began to slow down after Jager's heavy gallons of fluid began to subside.

Finally, both of them were spent, and Jet's arm fell flat to the floor beside him; which to this point, had seen them as enemies, then friends, then lovers. He let out a desperate pant along the lines of “I love you" but without the words, and Jager tightened his grip on him, inhaled his scent and kissed the top of his head. Acknowledging a reciprocation that Jet himself hadn't expected. And the pair fell asleep; Jet grinned as he closed his eyes. Having made a friend, a partner and a lover all in one day. He was sure that for the time being...he'd made the proper choice. He curled Jager's arms around him and over the next several moments, the pair slowly drifted off to sleep together.

Now where was he going to get his bounty money?

THE END