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He'd tried to ride it out, at first. That had proved to be a mistake. Two days later he was still in heat, and it had only gotten worse. Hours with his favorite toy just wasn't enough, masturbating only stoked the fires instead of quelling them. He'd completely given up on underwear and shorts for the time being, they just got soaked too quickly. After a while he shed his top as well, leaving him clad only in his prosthetics. It left him in a dilemma, as by now there was no way he could enter any spaceport like this, whimpering and needy and utterly reeking of pheromones. On the other hand, the prospect of this stretching out for as long as a week was, by this point, unbearable. Any time he wasn't consciously resisting the urge he'd start grinding on whatever he was sitting or laying on, or touching himself despite the futility. He was also sleep deprived, and missing meals only to later devour far too much at one sitting. In short, he was a wreck.

What snapped him out of his lust-fueled daze was the loud ping his ship gave as an indicator that another vessel had entered sensor range. Looking up blearily from the pillow he'd been idly rocking his hips on he gazed over at the star chart hologram in the center room. The information being broadcasted by the vessel indicated that it was a Terrapin class cargo freighter under the command of a Captain Faheem. And according to sensors, it wasn't passing by, it was coming closer.

Eamon scrambled for the cockpit as the comms alerted him to an incoming message. He paused just long enough to make sure they were set to audio only before accepting the call.

"Come in Karkinos, this is Rocky Road. You alright in there? Your lights are off."

Eamon swore under his breath as the concerned voice of what sounded like an older femme blasted right in his ear before adjusting the volume and sitting in the Captain's chair so the speaker wouldn't be so close to his head.

"This is Karkinos! I'm fine, just fine, just, uh..."

He cast his eyes around the cockpit as if that would help him come up with something to say to make the interloper go away. The sound of comm static followed by Faheem's voice interrupted his search for inspiration.

"You sure you don't need anything?"

"Nothing you can give me," Eamon muttered under his breath.

The comm buzzed again.

"I don't know about that, why don't you tell me what it is? You might get lucky."

Eamon coughed and pounded his chest. He hadn't realized he'd forgotten to take his hand off the communication controls.

"Uh... I don't- What? Sorry I'm just, I-I'm not thinking really clearly right now."

There was a pause of radio silence as the person on the other end of the signal ostensibly thought of what to say to that. Eventually the stillness was broken by a spike of static followed by the voice again.

"Taking a break from navigation to get your drink on or something?"

Eamon intentionally pressed the voice button.

"Or something."

"Alright then," came the voice from the other ship, "If you're not having an emergency I'll leave ya be."

"Wait!"

Eamon took his hand off the mic controls after that little outburst, groaning in embarrassment over what he was about to do. Turning voice back on, he clenched his jaw as he steeled himself.

"Look, I apologize in advance for even asking this, but is there any chance you have some suppressants to spare? Truth is, I'm in a bit of a pickle."

It was a long shot. If the femme in the other ship was as mature as she sounded there was a good chance she didn't need suppressants anymore.

"Please, I... Please."

It only took a moment for the other party to reply.

"Oh sugar, you got it bad don't you? Well, I don't generally keep suppressants on board, but I got something else that might help. Permission to come aboard?"

Eamon's eyes darted around the cockpit. He had no doubt he stank something awful, and in his state of undress he was entirely unpresentable for company.

"Uh... You, you got, uh... Think you could give me fifteen minutes?"

The voice on the other end of the line chuckled.

"Take your time sug. I'm not on a deadline."

After a quick shower wherein he strenuously avoided the urge to masturbate, and a change of clothes that felt entirely too hot and uncomfortable in his current state, he messaged the captain of the other vessel that he was ready. Ship to ship docking was out of the question, too many different designs in circulation from too many planets for the parts to always line up, so after depressurizing the hangar and making sure everything was secured, he opened the hatch. Almost all ships came equipped with escape pods, and they pulled double duty as convenient ship to ship transport. Faheem's was a blocky design, painted a sort of brick red color. Once the pod landed he closed the external bay doors and repressurized the environment. That done, all that was left was to open the hatch that separated the hangar from the main living space and greet his guest.

The door on the pod slid open to reveal captain Faheem herself. A red fox as it turned out, though she'd hit that age where gray was creeping into her fur. Fairly fit though, lean muscle that would have been the envy of an anthro twenty years her junior clearly apparent through her somewhat worn gunmetal colored jumpsuit.

What was much more interesting to Eamon though was her scent. He tried not to pant as she winked at him.

"Like I said, I haven't got any suppressants, never needed them myself, but... You are as cute as you sounded on the comms. I could help you out the old fashioned way, if you know what I mean."

Eamon's eyes flicked down to the crotch of her jumpsuit. Sure enough, there was the beginnings of a bulge that confirmed what his nose was telling him. This femme was packing.

It was hard to think. Wouldn't be the first time he'd fucked a stranger, but usually on stations, or planetside. A distant part of him, the part not hopped up on hormones, murmured something about risk but he ignored it. He knew what he needed and it was under that vixen's clothes.

"Please."

Faheem smiled at him, sashaying over and gently pushing him back by his shoulders. Once they cleared the hangar Eamon reached out to punch the button that would close it again as they entered the common area. It wasn't a very large vessel. A table in the center of the room featured a holographic star map, to one side lay the kitchen and hygiene rooms and to the other side his bedroom.

"Cozy," Faheem said. "I like it."

Her voice was gravelly and deep, the kind of voice one would expect from a heavy smoker, with a trace twang in her accent. Belatedly Eamon realized his mouth was hanging open. It took some effort to close it, all he wanted to do was bury his face in the fox's neck and breathe deep.

"So uh, not to rush you or anything but, if you're serious... About. You know."

Ugh, real slick, but Faheem didn't seem to mind.

"Sure thing sugar, I know how you sweet things get when your cycle hits. Come here."

Eamon did not whimper. Really, he didn't. But when the fox woman embraced him he did the same in return, nuzzling into her fur and squeezing her butt in his hands. His prosthetic hands were bulky, and he had to be mindful of their strength, but they did have tactile feedback and he was ever glad of it now because her butt was FIRM. A shaky breath escaped him as she returned the favor, fingers digging into his plush cheeks, and without really meaning to he began to grind his groin against her thigh. Shit, his underwear was soaked.

"Sorry," he said breathily. "I just. I really need it bad. Please don't tease me."

The vulpine smelled at him in a way that made her look almost cat-like for a moment.

"Let's get you out of those clothes. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Eamon let go of Faheem's butt, somewhat reluctantly, to unlace his clothes. The other anthro unzipped her jumpsuit to reveal that underneath she was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a white tank top. No bra. She shed those too and Eamon finally got a good look at her sheath.

She was well endowed. Not alarmingly so, but enough to send a spike of warmth through the shark lad's already overheated frame.

"Can I touch it?"

The vixen smirked at him coyly.

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

Eamon bit his lower lip and sank to his knees in front of the older woman. She was already starting to poke out and Eamon's breath made it twitch as he leaned in close.

"Careful with those teeth now."

She'd tried to sound confident, but Eamon didn't blame her for being a little intimidated by his toothy maw.

"Relax, I know what I'm doing."

He parted his lips wide, a fearsome sight, but he merely leaned in until his nose was pressed against her pubic area and gave her dick a firm stroking with his tongue. She stiffened further quickly after that. Eamon was in heaven. Salty and warm and firm, it was perfect. He laved his tongue over it repeatedly, feeling it rise to meet him. It was good, but as nice as it was in his mouth, other parts of him were calling dibs quite insistently.

"Oh fuck please tell me you have a condom."

The vixen flashed him a grin and gestured to her jumpsuit pooled on the floor beside them.

"Left hand pocket."

He fished around eagerly until he found them. Wasn't a chance in hell she could knock him up, but he hadn't gone through as many one night stands as he had without catching anything by being TOO careless.

"Bedroom's this way," he said, jerking his head in the direction of the door.

Bedroom was an apt name, since the massive bed sunken into the floor took up most of it. Round in shape, with heaps of pillows and a bunched up blanket that had mostly been kicked off since it felt unbearably warm against his heat addled body. It also smelled strongly of what Eamon had been doing for the past couple days, moreso than anywhere else in the ship. Faheem took a deep, shuddering breath, and practically pounced on the short cyborg.

"Oh, I know what you need and I'm gonna give it to ya you little slut."

Okay, that time Eamon whimpered.

"Please."

Faheem pushed him, gently, and Eamon obligingly fell back onto the bed, looking up with eager eyes as the fox tore the foil condom wrapper open with her teeth. His hips and tail writhed impatiently as she rolled the protective over her spire, but he didn't have to wait too long before she sank down to her knees, then leaned forward so that she was looming over him.

"Do you want this?" she asked huskily. Eamons could almost feel his pupils dilate as he nodded eagerly.

"More than air."

The vixen chuckled throatily, and stroked her fingers over his needy vent, playing with the slick mess he was making.

"I believe it."

She leaned in close, pressing her body to his. In a clearer state of mind, he probably would have appreciated the face full of cleavage more, but at that moment all his mind was focused on was that her dick, rubbing against his folds and straining clit, was not inside him yet.

"Come ooon," he whined, wrapping his legs around her waist. "Don't make me beg for it."

"No?"

The vixen smiled coyly.

"Oh, but I bet you'd beg so prettily. Still, I am a merciful woman, so..."

She shifted her hips, and after a moment reached down to grasp her dick so she could better guide it in- inside!

Eamon groaned happily at the familiar feeling of being filled up. Hot, stiff, stretching him. He rolled his hips, trying to get more friction, to get her to go faster, but she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down.

"You just lie there sweet thing."

The shark boy whimpered needily and squeezed with his cunt. He needed this dammit, he'd waited long enough!

"Come on, harder, faster! I can take it!"

The femme growled bemusedly.

"Yeah?"

She thrust into him suddenly and without further warning. Stars help him if he didn't practically chirp, it was perfect!

"Yes, yes that! More!"

More was what he got. It wasn't just the dick that was doing it for him, if that was all it took to sate a heat a cycle a dildo would have been more than sufficient. It was the whole experience, the breathy grunting, the warmth of another body and above all the smell.

The D was still pretty good tho.

He clenched his sheets in hands of titanium, rubber, carbon fiber, and beryllium copper wiring. In truth, the synthetic limbs were part of the reason he took most of his pleasure on planets or space stations. In water, he could move freely under his own power. Aside from his jaws and teeth though, he hadn't a single bone in his body, and the cybernetic prosthetics linked up to subdermal implants that allowed his frame to support his weight in 'normal' gravity. Without them, in a gaseous environment, he wouldn't even be capable of crawling on his hands and knees. Water filled spaceships existed, but they were prohibitively expensive.

And so, the artificial limbs stayed on while he fucked, even if it meant having to wash the padding with antibacterial soap later. The vixen currently plundering his twat was nice enough or focused on her task enough to not comment on it. Speaking of...

She'd already been railing him pretty good after his initial goading, but if he wasn't mistaken she'd suddenly started going just a little bit faster, and a delicious pressure inside of him told him why. She was starting knot him. Holy fuck that was hot. He braced himself with his arms to stop his being pushed back along the bed.

"Yeah... Holy shit yes give it to me!"

Faheem grinned fiercely.

"Hold your horses sweet thing, I'm almost..."

The fox woman trailed off, panting and lips curling into a silent snarl as her hips surged forward, stopped, then repeated once, twice. On the third such thrust she reached her climax with a shuddering moan. Eamon squeezed his legs around her waist, eyes rolling back in his head. He was so fucking close it was almost painful.

"Hey! Hey. Touch my clit, please, fuck, god!"

Faheem nodded shakily at his request, still pumping cum.

"Y-Yeah, sure thing."

Pushing herself up on one elbow sunk into the foam mattress near Eamon's head, she reached down between them and fumbled around for the shark's straining erection. Smearing his own secretions over her finger tips, she stroked him off until finally he his peak, squealing as his box clenched around the intrusion inside him in such a way that earned a satisfied growl from the vixen on top of him.

"Woah, damn sugar, you don't gotta rip it off!"

Eamon was too blissed out to say anything clever. This was everything his body had been demanding for days, and he felt like he could just melt into a puddle.

"Thank you," he eventually said belatedly. The other captain grinned at him.

"I should be saying the same thing. Not every day I get to rail a cutie in heat."

Eamon smirked and leaned up on his elbows to glance downward to where they were still joined. That was the problem with knots, felt GREAT in the moment, but stuck around long past the crescendo.

He clenched experimentally. The stupid smile on Faheem's face when he did was entirely worth it.

"Hey, woah, easy boy! Gonna draw this out even longer doing that."

Eamon chuckled.

"Alright, since this is gonna be a while mind if I put some music on?"

Faheem shrugged, her muzzle bearing an easygoing smile.

"No pillow talk huh? Fair enough. Got any agworld?"

Eamon coughed so hard he nearly choked.

"Agworld? Nah, I'll listen to that when I'm dead! Karkinos, queue playlist 'Artillery Beast'."

He pretended not to notice the look of dismay on Faheem's face as the walls started pumping metal music. Not that he was ungrateful or nothing, but no in point giving her a reason to linger. Plus, the band's drummer kicked ass.