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Perseus was just barely habitable. The atmosphere was just a hair shy of ideal, the pressure was similar to what one would find on Earth, and the sun the planet orbited was obliging enough not to fry the planet with electromagnetic radiation. However, Perseus was hot. Exceptionally hot. It was a planet of arid cliffs and large barren wastes, rich in mineral deposits and basically nothing else. In order to exist outside of a station or outpost for any length of time, powered suits were a necessity.

And the problem with the powered suit that Zak found himself in, today, was that it sucked.

Of course, that was not surprising. All of the company suits that Zak had piloted sucked. Much of the problems had to do with the frustrating tendency of large corporations to skimp out on equipment, which they then expected to survive years and years of overuse in hostile environments. The servos on the legs were slow, and occasionally required violent motions to get rolling after dust or debris got into them. It was the same for the arms, and the fingers, and the head. Basically everything involving movement was more difficult than it had any right to be. Zak was a pretty muscular rabbit, and he often found trying to get these suits to move for any extended period of time was exhausting.

Which is why it was so useful that the coolant systems, the vital machinery that kept the heat of the wasteland from slowly cooking him inside this unresponsive hunk of metal... also sucked. Some days, the only way he knew they were even on was a vague and almost imperceptible coolness on his back and cheeks. He knew they worked. Zak would have keeled over from heat stroke a year and a half ago if they didn’t. However, it was far from a comfortable experience, being locked in to one of these things.

As he stomped his way into the loading dock of his outpost, pushing a cart full of metals he wasn’t paid well enough to identify, the one thing he was looking forward to was the feeling of fresh, properly conditioned air on his back. According to the time displayed on his heads-up display (which was actually somewhat functional, today), he was long overdue to get himself out of this suit and into something he could actually move in. So, after making sure the cart was safely parked where the employees who didn’t go out in the wasteland could find it, he stomped his way to the locker room.

Nobody else was here. Perfect. All he had to do was get himself plugged in to one of the many charging ports at the end of the locker room and he was home free. At this point, a lukewarm shower sounded like absolute heaven. He planted his heavy iron boots into the recesses of the port, and put his hands into the holes in the wall. A series of mechanical clicks and clanks told him he was safely locked in, and so he made the gestures that would release him from the suit. He heard the hiss, felt the cool air against his spine as the back split down the middle.

And then... a grinding noise.

Zak’s brow furrowed. The suit stopped opening. The plates against his shoulders were supposed to open first, then the head and lower back, then the legs. The shoulder plates had gotten most of the way open before they stopped. Gritting his teeth, Zak made the gesture to close the plates back up, then forced them to open again. Again came the grinding noise. He tried a third time. Then a fourth. He let out a rapid-fire string of curses. Then he tried a fifth, sixth and seventh time. No dice. The suit refused to open any further than past his shoulder blades.

With a frustrated sigh, he looked to the part of his heads-up display that activated the communication system, and scrolled through his contacts. “Orson!” he called. “Orson, are you there?”

“I’m here,” a gruff voice answered from the speakers in Zak’s head. “What’s up, kid?”

“I got a malfunctioning suit, here. I need you to get to the locker room and come pry me out of it.”

“Yeah, I dunno.” Orson chuckled, even as Zak could hear the sound of tools being picked up. “We’ve been kind of swamped with requests, actually. Some problems with the smelters, a call to investigate some smells coming from the vents. I think I can get around to you in the next couple hours, as long as none of that turns out to be life-or-death.”

“Fuck you, old man. Just get down here, already.”

“I’m already halfway there.”

The call disconnected. For a few minutes, Zak could do nothing but fume. Once he was plugged in and charging, the suit completely locked down and prevented him from moving. With his feet clamped down with metal braces, and his hands enclosed in sleeves, the only way out was to climb out the back. This was fine, on days when the system would actually open and let him out. Today, however, just had to be difficult. He just knew what Orson would say, when he saw him...

“All right, kid.” A set of heavy boots on the tile approached him from behind. “What’d you fuck up this time?”

“I didn’t fuck up anything,” Zak growled, his voice coming out tinny on the suit’s external speakers. “The release system’s jammed, and I can’t get out of this thing.”

Orson put down his toolbox and sighed. “Right. Okay. Can you open it partway, or is the release just not responding to the open gesture?”

“It only opens a bit.”

“Right. Probably means the gears are seizing. Open her up again. I’ll see if I can’t force the rest manually.”

Zak hesitated. “Uh... right. Is anyone else here with you?”

“What?”

“Are you here by yourself?” An answer did not come right away. Zak blushed, inside the suit. “Come on, old man. I can’t turn my head to see.”

“’S’just me here,” Orson replied. “Why?” The old bear watched as the suit opened up. His eyes widened, as he saw the rabbit’s back. “Holy shit, Zak. Are you naked inside that thing?”

“No!” Zak protested. Then, more quietly, he said “I got underwear and shoes on.”

“Fucking hell, Zak...”

“Don’t even, okay? It’s like a billion degrees in here. Maybe if the coolers worked more than half the time...”

“Okay, okay.” Orson opened his toolbox and pulled out a belt of large screwdrivers. “You know, for someone who does all the tough jobs, you sure do whine like a baby, sometimes.”

For a minute or two, Orson worked in silence. The suit had a series of slots that, if turned with a screwdriver, would force the plates open. He was hoping that the first little turn would let the motor take over, but apparently that was not the case. He worked on each plate, one at a time. First the shoulders, then he moved down to the lower back. Eventually he got to the plates around the hips. Looking down the back of the suit, he chuckled.

“Jockstrap, eh?”

Zak blushed, once again. “Fuck you, old man. I already told you it’s hot in this thing.”

“Hey, man. Don’t get me wrong. I approve.” Getting down on one knee, Orson began to unwind the plates around Zak’s hips. His eyes only occasionally flitted to the rivet he was working on, while the rest of his attention was on the center of those plates as they parted for him. He whistled, as he got a clear view of Zak’s toned, rounded ass. “I definitely approve.”

Zak squirmed, though it was no use. With his head and legs still locked in, he was unable to go much of anywhere. He could practically feel the bear’s eyes, as they roved over his exposed backside. “Hey, come on,” he said, almost pleadingly. “Quit messing around, I... nnngh!”

A large, rough, strong hand pressed an asscheek, kneading and rolling it. Orson growled, huskily. “Damn, Zak. You know, you really filled out nice, ever since you took this job. All that stomping around has been good exercise, huh?”

Inside the metal face mask, Zak bit his lower lip. He and Orson had been dropping hints at each other, ever since they first met. He had been sure that things were going to get physical between the two of them, one day, but... “Orson... we can’t do this here. Not like this.”

“Oh, I dunno.” The second hand got involved, spreading the rabbit’s cheeks apart and revealing the pink hole underneath his cream fur. “All this time you’ve been teasing me, and now I got you offering your ass up in just about the perfect position? I’d have to be some kind of idiot to pass on this.”

“H-hold on a second,” Zak protested. “What if somebody-eeeeeeeeeee...!” Before he could finish that thought, he was suddenly aware of a large, flat, hot tongue working its way into the cleft of his cheeks. Rough fingers pulled at him, gripping at his hindquarters with a familiarity just rough enough to hurt. Sounds floated up to the speakers in his helmet, deep, husky growls and grunts of pleasure. Zak felt the fabric of his jockstrap straining, as the bulge in the pocket slowly became a sharp, throbbing triangle of fabric.

Orson attacked the rabbit’s vulnerable backside with relish, and a marked lack of restraint. It was honestly only a matter of time before the bear just dropped all pretense and dragged Zak to whatever dark corner he could find. It had been all he could do not to try and crank one out to visions of soft, palmable rabbit cheeks, when he was lying awake in his bunk. No, he had made the decision to save himself for a moment like this, and right now the knot in the crotch of his jumpsuit was positively drooling with anticipation.

Zak tried to turn his head, when the assault on his hole suddenly stopped. Of course, locked in place as he was, he could not, but that did not matter. Once he heard the frantic shuffling of fabric behind him, he had a pretty good idea of what was happening. The feeling of something hot slipping in where the tongue had left only confirmed his suspicions. “O-Orson,” he whimpered. “We should go somewhere... the showers, or...”

“We could,” Orson replied, “but something tells me you’re not gonna complain if I rail you, right here.”

Zak bit his lip. He knew that he should have put his foot down, knew how dangerous it was to be stuck like this. Anyone who walked in would have a clear line of sight to the two of them, first thing. However, if anything, the thought that someone could walk in on them only seemed to make his trapped cock press against the front of the suit with greater urgency. “Fuck...” he whispered, with an air almost of defeat. Then, he said “M-make it quick, all right?”

Orson needed no further encouragement. In fact, the head of his cock was already pointed where it needed to go, and only needed the slightest push to make its way inside.

“Nngh,” Zak whimpered. He knew to relax, knew the way to allow the bear inside of him. However, it had been a while since the young rabbit had had an opportunity to practice such things. And Orson was big. Damn big. Those peeks he had managed to pull off in the showers had absolutely not done the horny old bastard justice.

Orson, at least in his mind, was certainly thanking the engineers who designed the locking mechanism. The words that came out of his mouth, however, were far more focused in the moment. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he growled. “Just as tight as I thought you’d be.”

Zak’s eyes flitted from one end of his display to the other. It took a few tense, gasping moments for him to remember how to find the communication options. The speakers in the front of his helmet hissed, momentarily.

“No, you fucking don’t!” Orson tapped the back of Zak’s helmet, menacingly. “You don’t get to mute yourself, little man. Turn that back on; I wanna hear every single moan you have, for me.”

Zak growled, as he turned the microphone back on. “Fuck you.”

What followed was chaotic. Loud. Just the right amount of violent. Zak would have found himself flattened against the wall by the heavy strokes of the bear’s hips against his ass, were it not for the industrial steel forcing him into just the right stance to take more. The padded inside of the suit, and the soft material of his jockstrap, provided just enough pressure and friction to cause him to start leaking with excitement. Of course, the intruder behind him was certainly helping that. The position one had to take, to eventually crawl out of the suit, required bending over at the waist, letting one’s hips dangle back. It was almost as if whoever designed this docking station wanted people to assume the position, every time they had to dismount.

Suddenly, Zak felt hands sliding up his body, burrowing into the space between his fur and the front of the suit. Rough, work-hardened fingers dug in deep, clearly searching for something vulnerable. It was not hard for him to find it; as soon as those digits found the raised nubs of Zak’s nipples, they were rolling between them with more than enough force to draw an entirely new set of tinny groans from his lips.

“S-slow down, Orson,” he said. “I ain’t... I’m gonna...”

“Me too, kid.” Orson leaned in close, his breath coming in so heavy it caused the speakers in Zak’s helmet to peak. “I’m gonna cum right up your soft fucking ass!”

Zak would not admit it afterwards, but those words, more than anything, were what set him over the edge. With a panting, shuddering moan, his lower body began to flutter. The tiny fabric triangle over his cock became wet and steaming, as he painted the front of his armor with spurt after spurt of hot seed. Almost as quickly as it left, fresh seed came in to replace it. Orson pressed forward one last time, grinding his hips up and forward in savage victory. The noises that came out of his mouth did so through gritted teeth, a groan that gave way to a growl that gave way to something resembling a chuckle.

For a while, the two of them were as still as their twitching muscles would allow. Their mingled fluids made wet, hollow pinging noises as they drummed against the metal floor.

“Fuck.” Orson was the first to say something coherent. “Should’ve been breeding your ass, fucking weeks ago.”

Zak laughed, deliriously. “Yeah. Feels like you really needed that.”

“Oh, don’t you start acting tough now, kid. I felt you cumming around me, clear as day.”

“Fuck you, old man.”

“Oh, growl some more. It gets me going.”

Zak squirmed, in the old bear’s grip. “Look, whatever. Just hurry up and get me out of this thing before-”

“Zak!” The sound of their boss’s distinctive, brassy voice made the two of them freeze up. The scruffy rat turned the corner into the locker room, eyes fixed on a clipboard in his hands. “Dammit, Zak. Are you in here? I told you that you have to call in every time you... you...”

Looking up from his work, the boss saw Orson, naked from the waist down, arms wrapped around half a rabbit in an iron suit. The bear’s cock deflated just enough, at that moment, to fall out of the rabbit’s ass. Orson smiled, uneasily. “Uh... hey, boss. We’re just, uh, dealing with a technical issue, here.”

The boss squinted at the two of them. Through the speakers of his helmet, Zak could be heard groaning in embarrassment. Then, the boss tossed the clipboard aside.

“About fucking time,” he said. “Step aside, Orson. I’ve been jonesing for that ass all week.”

Orson blinked. Then his muzzle split with a grin. “You got it, boss.”

“Wait.” Zak shuffled, pulling against his bonds. “You’re kidding right? This is a joke? Guys?!”

He felt a pair of small, but possessive hands on his exposed ass-cheeks.

He swallowed, nervously.