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Space Station Shashka

By Zrathie

In the far reaches of space, a team of four furs worked together aboard the Space Station Shashka. It was a remote communications relay station that received and amplified signals from spacecraft millions of kilometres away from each other. Jamie was alone inside the command section of the Shashka. He was on the local comms station guiding his commander Jake who was on a spacewalk performing maintenance.

For the fox, Jamie this was becoming routine. He had been here for months thanks to advancements in artificial gravity crews could spend much longer times on assignments. Jamie could hear his commander breathing over the comms link. The wireless headset meant he could be in contact with his commander even away from his station. On a screen on a console, there was a readout of Jake's heart rate, his blood oxygen level and temperature. His advanced space suit was keeping him alive in the vacuum of space. It also had an AI system which monitored the health of the crewmember inside of it.

So far, the inspection was going well. No repairs were needed. Jamie stretched in the chair his ears alert for any new orders. An amber-coloured alert popup suddenly appeared on the screen. Jamie clicked on it. It was a message from Jake's spacesuit. It made mention that the health monitoring systems on the station had not detected an orgasm from Jake in a long time. Jamie didn't know the sexual habits of his other coworkers, and he wasn't about to ask the suit's AI for the otter's sexual history.

Jamie rushed to close the window, clicking yes on the dialogue box. The window closed but soon Jamie realised the error. He had just accepted the AI to do something to Jake without reading what it was. The fox saw the readouts change slightly Jake's heart rate and breathing had increased. Jamie could hear the change in the otter's breathing without even looking at the screen.

Jamie tabbed over to the life support functions of Jake's spacesuit. The action log stated that a high dose of aphrodisiac had been synthesised and introduced into the otter's air supply. Jamie found the option to cancel the AI operation, but his air had been tainted inside the spacesuit. Jamie tabbed back to watch Jake's vital signs again. His breathing and heart rate were soon going up.

"Jake, your heart rate and breathing are up. Are you feeling okay?" asked Jamie over the comms.

Jamie left out aphrodisiac drugging hopefully he wouldn't have to mention it.

"I'm f-fine," came the reply.

Jamie gulped. He was feeling a sense of shame that he had accidentally drugged his commander. Jamie paused and then realised it was the AI system's fault. It was alright for a machine to think about prostate health and healthy sexual expression, but on the station, there was little to no privacy Jamie hadn't pawed off since he began the assignment. He was getting pretty blue balled but didn't let it get him grouchy. If he could find the proper time sure, but they had been super busy until the new guy turned up. Even then, Jake had to train up Goldie before he was actually useful.

Sudden sounds of effort came through the commlink. Jamie had to check on him. Jamie leapt out of his chair and moved to a viewing cupola. Down a passageway, he strode until he arrived at the entry hatchway. He crawled through a crawl space and stood up so he could see out of the cupola. The small octagram shaped alcove had nine windows. The large main window had a view of space and made up the roof of the alcove. The eight side windows allowed crewmembers to visually inspect the outside of the station while still inside. Jamie peered out towards where he knew Jake was working.

He saw the otter in the shiny white spacesuit about fifty meters away in the nest of aerials. Sounds of rubber grinding against rubber sounded into Jamie's ears. Now he could see what was causing the noises. Jake had secured himself to an anchor point with the space suit's tether cord. His gloved hand paws were pressing into his crotch. He was masturbating. Jamie's mouth went dry. He knew he should turn away, but he could hear the otters panting right in his ears.

Jamie couldn't help but stare. The spacesuits were more form-fitting than those of old. Still, there had to be a thick layer of air in the gloves and around Jake's crotch. Somehow he had found a way to stimulate himself given how he was pressing at his crotch. His thick otter tail contained in white rubber like the rest of him lashed to and fro.

"Jake, how is the inspection going?" Jamie asked.

Jamie couldn't help but tease the otter. He looked almost comical, pressing his paws into his crotch rubbing for blunt pressure.

"I-it's taking a little longer t-then expected," came Jake's breathless reply.

Jamie had to physically bite his down on his hand paw to suppress his laughter.

"Rodger," Jamie said eventually.

Jamie was inspecting his vulpine sheath as he watched his crewmate masturbate. After some gentle touches and rubs, he looked down at his bright white bodystocking. Jamie could see his growing erection in the snug confines of his printed on synthetic bodystocking. Living in the close quarters of the small space station was awkward when these moments arose. If a crewmate saw him with a boner or worse a large cum stain, he would never hear the end of it. He crouched down and crawled out of the alcove.

As the body stockings were recycled and printed onto each crew person's bodies once a day, they had no openings other than the sleeves, pant legs, tail and the neck. If one needed to use the facilities a specialised attachment inside the space toilet cut a hole around the front or the rear where the vacuum toilet attaches to a creature's body. The stocking was reprinted when one had finished their business. The system used a lot of power, but the main saving was in the water supply. It meant that the creatures inside the space station always had sterile clothes or a means to change them.

Jamie tried to get his boner under control, but Jake's panting filled his soundscape. He returned to the comm chair and grabbed a paperback flight manual and draped it across his crotch. The synthetic fabric of his bodystocking was buttery smooth, so comfortable as to be too comfortable when he had erections in them. They were utterly seamless with soft, sleek fabric slightly stretchy yet durable. Jamie let out a huff.

He was feeling a bit jealous of Jake if he was honest with himself. He looked around he hadn't seen his other two crewmates in a while perhaps a touch a clutch was in order. His favourite hand paw found the taut fabric covering his erection. He had discovered the joys of clothed masturbation back at the space academy. He had been working at the laundry room and often noticed the wank stains on the crotches of bodystockings as they came in for a wash. These weren't the disposable ones like his current uniform, but they were made of the same synth-thread.

One day working in the laundry room, he pulled a fresh one out of the dryer and walked back into the supply closet to find out what the appeal was. He stripped out of his bodystocking and into the pilfered one. Needless to say, this became a bit of a habit. A way to avoid having to hide his masturbation habits in a barracks fur of furs with the benefit being able to toss the evidence into the washing machine. Jamie opened his eyes, he had been getting lost in his memories egged on by the heavy breathing of Jake in his ear.

He gave his erection a brief squeeze and quickly returned the impromptu red rocket cover over his bulge. The bodystockings made concealing erections all but impossible, but they were efficient clothing. It was a good thing he did because one of his teammates entered the command centre. He was the black panther named Sam. He waved to Jamie and walked over to the relay comms station. Sam was a panther master of relay comms systems. He was a veteran astronaut who knew all the ins and outs of the complex subsystem. His crewmates presence was an instant boner killer. He still had the voice of his commander huffing in his ear. It was as if he had forgotten he was on an open mic.

The otter's breathing was erratic, and his pulse was quite high. He must have been close. Jamie listened in as his commander brought himself over the edge. He gulped and surpassed a moan. More squeaks and scrapes sounded down the mic, making Jamie shiver as he imagined the otter's release. If sounded like his otter rudder tumped the side of Shashka. Without a visual, there was no way of telling. Jamie's own arousal had faded but without release. He placed the flight manual back in its draw under his console.

"Jamie to command," the fox said a grin appearing on his muzzle.

The was the sound of movement almost a panic.

"Jake, here, send," replied his commander.

"Sam is at his station, and we need to realign the aerials to begin our relay tasks," said Jamie.

"Oh, right. I'm coming back in it will take about fifteen minutes,"

"Is he still out there? He was meant to be back before I started my shift," said Sam.

Jamie just shrugged and turned to Jake's vitals. The otter had calmed down his breathing and heart rate were returning to standard levels.

Sometime later Jamie awoke in his assigned cot. He was in the sleeping quarters of the space station Shashka. The constant hum of the life support systems and artificial gravity machines gave the artificial space a feeling much like a mother's whom. Well, this who was shared with three others. Jake, Sam and a young silver fox straight out of the academy by the name of Sammy.

The soft light inside living quarters was comfortable on Jamie's eyes. He looked around to see who was awake. He could only see three of the four beds from his angle. He was in the top bunk with the otter below him and on the opposite wall was Sam and Sammy. Well, Sammy had quickly gotten the nickname Goldie. If it was because of his bright gold vulpine eyes or more to distinguish him from Sam, it remained to be seen. On their side of the room, Goldie was in the bottom bunk, and Sam was in the top.

Both figures were seemingly asleep, breathing softly, barely audible over the background noise of the station. Shashka had a voice all of her own. It was something that only space-faring creatures realised the vast system of machines was their only lifeline in the harsh environment of space. The acoustics of the station provided more knowledge than the computer displays at times. All sounded normal to the fox. His black-tipped ears twitched and shifted.

A biological problem was more critical at the moment. Even far from home, the realities of male life didn't escape him. Jamie had morning wood, something fierce. It had been two weeks since the spacesuit aphrodisiac incident and the memory of Jake out in space pawing off had even featured in a wet dream that was of course interrupted. Jamie eyed the sleeping pair across from him to make sure they were indeed unconscious.

Jamie's bed was covered in a synthetic smart fabric blanket. That was very much attached to the bed. The smart fabric could lock a creature in place in case of loss of gravity to avoid flying around the interior of the station. The blanket held him quite snuggly he was acquired down on three sides where the bedding merged with the cot. Unfortunately, the snug nature of his coverage didn't allow for vagueness when it came to the position of his hand paws. If he snuck a paw down to attend to his morning wood, the distinct lump of his arm would be clearly seen attending to base urges. It was loose enough to hide an erection but not a wandering paw.

The other downside was obviously sticky wet patch that would be left behind if Jamie gave into his lust. He didn't want to sport a cum stain in front of his coworkers. Jamie's lustful ideas were brought to a sudden halt when he heard this teammate below. The otter was freeing himself from his bedding. Jake climbed out of his bunk and scratched behind one of his rounded ears. He half staggered towards the open hatchway and most likely towards the station's only toilet. This reminded Jamie of the other cause of his morning wood his very full bladder.

He had developed some space life hacks on his time aboard Shashka. Taking advantage of the self-cleaning nature of his bed and bedding for bladder issues was one of them. He found out by accident that he could wet the bed and it could clean up all the mess. Now he often used it to avoid the queue for the bathroom. Well, at least for number ones he didn't go any further than that.

He didn't tell his coworkers about this little life hack; he was sure they would be quite repulsed. Jamie relaxed his bladder, only letting a little stream go. Due to his erection, his pee splashed over his abdomen. The warm wetness of his vulpine piss quickly soaked through his bodystocking. They were explicitly designed to not to hold water. In fact, they wicked moisture away from the body. The pee soaked into the blanket only to be wicked downwards by the fluid reclamation system.

He let out another pulse. He could feel his morning wood retreating back into his sheath. He waited for his erection to fully fade before he relaxed his bladder. A soft chur escaped his muzzle it was much more comfortable pissing here than in the tight confinement of the space toilet. His warm piss pooled under him. The sensation that he shouldn't like, but he had grown to love. Perhaps it was because the heated fluid reminded him of a nice warm bath?

The first pee of the day was always quite large. He licked his chops as his so-called accident warmed his rump and around the base of his tail just as the stream tapered off the self-cleaning took over. His vulpine urine was quickly soaked up into the mattress and blanket. The liquid reclamation system of the station sure was designed to capture sweat or other spills, but it all went to the same reprocessing recycling centre. Water was the commodity not to be wasted out here. It was not as though it would rain. Except for Jamie's personal rain.

His long piss had taken care of his other problem. His red rocket had coasted back into the silo. Jamie loved that phrase red rocket it was the perfect descriptor for a fox's bits. Especially red foxes, the tapered shape of his genitals and his bulbous glands reminded the fox of a rocket shape with the boosters and payload. He had not achieved blast off in a while and was making him a bit antsy. With his coworkers always about, the simple pleasures of life were made complicated out here in the vastness of space.

Were the others coworkers or companions? Lines were blurred but needless to say they were beginning to wake up for the day. The panther was; next, he hopped down from the top bunk and crossed the room. Goldie was awake too but still lying in the cot. He took out a tablet from a shelf next to his bed. Sam left the living quarters leaving just Goldie and Jamie behind.

Goldie replaced the tablet on the shelf and turned to face Jamie.

"Jamie, I know that you pee in the bed. Is there a special technique, or do you just let it flow?" asked Goldie.

Jamie gulped. "T-there's N-nothing to it," he stammered.

"Great, I want to give it a go," said the other fox.

Jamie couldn't believe how casual Goldie was about this. Sure enough, Jamie could hear Goldie pissing the bed. A smile overcame the other fox's muzzle.

"Ooo! It's sucking it up," said Goldie after a few moments.

Not long later, Goldie got out of his bunk and began making his cot. Jamie couldn't help but stare at the fox as he bent down to make his cot. His body stocking showed off his rump. His fox tail swished up in the air giving Jamie an eye full. Jamie was a pro at sneaking peaks he was even better at not getting caught. He was a male and attracted to visual stimuli, especially that fox's succulent rump.

Goldie walked towards Jamie's bunk. "Thanks for showing me this, Jamie. I don't know why the others don't just pee in the bed. It's much comfier," said Goldie.

Jamie licked his chops. Goldie's black lips were so tempting to kiss. Jamie could feel his cheeks grow warm.

"Do you like my body Jamie?" asked Goldie.

What? Did he just ask that? Jamie didn't speak his mouth hung open.

"You don't have to be so coy. I have seen how you look at me," purred Goldie.

Jamie nodded his confirmation.

"I thought so. These uniforms are quite revealing. I bet you get a bit heated when you think about me," muttered Goldie.

Goldie leaned in and licked his chops before he licked Jamie's lips. Jamie quickly returned the canine kiss. The pair smooched for what seemed like forever. The red fox's length filled out the crotch of his body stocking. Goldie stroked Jamie's cheek fur. Eventually, Goldie gently broke the kiss.

"Do you mind if I have a touch and clutch?" said Goldie.

He stepped back to show the apparent erection at the crotch of his uniform. Pressing one of his hand paws over it, pressing into his touch.

"I haven't touched myself in a while. I could go back to my bunk, but we are both men, and I don't mind if you watch," said Goldie.

Before Jamie could answer the blanket drew tighter. It soon held him in place, becoming even closer until it was almost painted on his body. Jamie tried to move, but he was stuck fast. To his dismay, Jamie's bulge was clearly visible. Goldie's eyes peered downwards at the oblong-shaped lump in the bedding.

"It looks like we are both pretty worked up," said Goldie.

Goldy continued to stroke his covered cock. His pace growing faster.

"Oh yes, my trapped fox. I got you!" purred Goldie.

Jamie was held down by his bedding. It must have been a malfunction. Goldie seemed really into it though, and Jamie wasn't about to complain about the view. Goldie was jerking himself off without a care. The others could be back at any time. The door to the hatchway closed shut and locked tight. Jamie gasped as it was a manual door and one of the others must have closed it.

"Oh, don't worry about the others; it seems they are giving us some alone time," said Goldie between pants.

Jamie opened his maw as a soft rubber filled slid inside. It was a bone gag that had materialised out of nowhere. Jamie could feel the strap tightening behind his head.

"Muurth!" screamed Jamie.

"It's alright, Jamie, this is just a part of my dream. I've wanted to tie you up since that space madness restraint exercise," said Goldie.

So this was a dream? It was so vivid. Jamie remembered that exercise Goldie was very insistent that he was to roleplay the mad crewperson. Goldie mentioned it was his dream, surely not, but this must be Jamie's desires. His sexual daydreams must have passed into his actual dreams.

It was all too much! Jamie could feel Goldie's sexual need as if it were his own. Suddenly Jamie's balls jumped, and a thick rope of fox cream shot into his bodystocking. Goldie was seemingly creaming himself too. He let out a guttural grunt as his erection twitched. A dark grey damp spot darkened the crotch of his bodystocking.

Suddenly Goldie's expression dropped.

"Oh, Shit! I'm sorry, my power, I'm leaking," he said as he looked down an expression of shame crossing his face.

Jamie's eyes shot open. He could feel his thick crimson knot stretching out his bodystocking. His crotch was sticky from his release. It was all a wet dream and one he completed. He looked around the room and panted. Everyone was where they had been at shut-eye. As the afterglow slowly ebbed away, anxiety replaced it. While he was glad to finally have released his pent up needs, but he needed to get himself cleaned up. The self-cleaning bed tried it's best but seemed to draw the gooey mess up to the surface of his clothes.

Jamie thought was prudent that he should get up to and get changed before anyone noticed his nocturnal release. He climbed down from the top bunk and check the see the crotch of his synthetic bodystocking to know if it looked damp. Jamie's fears were confirmed; there was a creamy stain that was bleeding through the fabric. It was self-evident it was cum. His synthetic bodystocking would be recycled and a new one printed on his body as part of the morning routine. He would have to change before any of the others noticed his happy accident.

Jamie walked silently down the hallway. The fox trotted to a door sliding it open and creeping inside the bathroom area of the station. He crept towards the space-shower. As his coal coloured hand paw reached for the shower compartment door, a sudden sound halted him in his tracks. It was the sound of claws clicking on metal.

"Jamie, I'm sorry for invading your mind, my powers are hard to control when I'm under extreme emotions, I'm not a pervert, It was meant only for me," babbled a voice.

Jamie turned to see the silver fox standing in the hatchway. He was in tears, and his tail drooped listlessly behind him. His muzzle was pointed away from him.

"It was my greedy arousal, I should have just rubbed one out," the other fox continued.

It was then Jamie smelled the scent. It was the acrid scent of another male's semen. He looked down and noticed Goldie's crotch had the same telltale stain as his. Jamie's jaw dropped. It was just a wet dream, right? The glistening stain on Goldie's crotch told another story.

"Wait," said Jamie.

The sound of Jamie's voice snapped the silver fox out of his babbling. His watering eyes turned to face the fox.

"You're a telepath?" asked Jamie.

The other fox just nodded.

"...And you read my mind?" asked Jamie.

"I-it was an accident. I was fantasising about you, but it was meant to be only for me. I must have entered your mind because I was so focused on you," explained Goldie.

A smirk appeared on Jamie's muzzle. He wasn't offended by the intrusion but quite flattered that a dude he liked had the hots for him.

"I guess we are even then," said Jamie.

"What?" said the silver fox.

"I admit you're easy on the eye. I had a perv on you here and there," said Jamie.

"This was different. I have to be in command of my powers at all times," said Goldie.

"I am not mad. The truth is, I was feeling pent up, so I understand you wanting release. I'm no expert on psykers, but it sounds like this was a sex fantasy that got out of hand," said Jamie.

"It's a type of lucid dreaming. Only more like a wet dream under my control..." the other fox trialled off.

"You'll have to tell me about it after I clean myself up," said Jamie.

Goldie breathed a sigh of relief and entered the cabin. Jamie climbed into the shower and shut the door behind himself.