Life In Training - Chapter 3 - New angles of perspective
#3 of Life In Training
The cafeteria was large, but as it turned out, there was a rota so everyone could eat and not cram the cafeteria to the brim with people, which was why we were having it so late. Lining up for the canteen I was followed by my group as we waited to get served.
The hyena infront of me turned round and stared at me; I could tell instantly he was going to be trouble as he seemed to stare at me in pure malice. "Humans get served last, now move back to the end of the line." He snarled.
I'd experienced this before, it was a common form of bullying and at school I was often picked on. I smiled calmly, "I don't think I will thank you; if you don't mind, your next to be served." I watched, almost laughing as the hyena's expression went to surprise then to extreme anger as he realised he wasn't scaring me.
Thankfully Ventrell stepped forward and roughly grabbed the hyena by the shoulders and spun him around, "common, I'm starving and you're holding up the line." Ventrell stood almost a foot taller than the hyena and he shivered under Ventrell's gaze. Eventually he turned to the canteen and the line started to move again.
We sat down around a table and started to tuck in. The food was a welcome nourishment after the heavy start to the day; I was surprised when my brother sat down opposite me with his group either side of him. "So how's your beginning days been?" he asked.
"Who are you?" asked Skara, looking slightly puzzled why someone was being so friendly to me.
"Odai's my brother," I explained to him, turning to my brother I answered his question, "It's been quite good," I glanced at Morton, "and a fairly interesting experience."
Morton started laughing, making everyone on the table stare at him as if he had gone mad. For some reason I wasn't surprised when Ventrell, looking between us two, suddenly joined in laughing. "did I miss out on something?" asked Skara looking at us bewildered.
We stopped laughing suddenly as a great lurching feeling echoed through the ship, shortly followed by a loud roaring sound. Morton steadied his glass of water and said calmly, "That must be the engines starting up, in a few minutes it will stop when we hit outer space."
The vibrating felt similar to a small earthquake and after a few minutes it stopped, "So we're in outer space then?" I asked Morton.
"Almost definitely, or at least we're in orbit around the planet; we're lucky this ship has such good inertial dampeners else we'd be flattened when it took off."
"That's why were very careful about our systems," said a voice from behind me; it was the human lieutenant again. "I'm Lieutenant Davis, I'll be around most of the voyage keeping an eye on how your doing." He handed my group a piece of paper with what looked like a timetable on it.
Peering over Ventrells shoulder I noticed it was a timetable for the week, slots were allocated with things like engine maintenance, weapons training, athletics, bridge duty, security detail as well as several empty slots, which I assumed, were free time. I noticed we were due to start engine maintenance in 10 minutes time.
He then handed us a circular device the size of my palm, which transmitted a holographic blueprint of the ship; "this is a map of the ship, use it to find your way around the ship and stick to the timetable. The empty slots are free time you can have to yourself."
Ventrell stood up and led us out of the canteen and through several corridors to a elevator, as the doors closed he asked, "does anyone apart from Morton know anything about engineering or engines?"
No one spoke out, and Morton smiled slightly, "seems I might have to help teach you then."
The doors opened and we steeped out to be greeted by a tiger in dark blue overalls; "I'm Kosu, I'll be showing you around and teaching you the basics for the next hour, then you'll be left to look after it yourself until the next group arrives."
He lead us through a door into a large hall like area filled with machines and pipes with screens showing measurements. "The engines are on the other side of the wall, which is layered with a special, conductive material to soundproof it from the noise."
Stopping at one of the machines he gestured at it and said, "this one measures pressure in the pipes, press these keys to elevate pressure and these to decrease, optimum pressure is highlighted green."
He continued for almost half an hour showing us various machines and what to do if so and so happened. The next half-hour he instructed us on how the engines worked; my eyes glazed over after five minutes of this and I was only able to understand certain parts of it.
"I advise you split up and cover the various sections; Morton, you seem to know more than everyone else so I want you to keep an eye on them and help them." Morton nodded and motioned to several machines in turn, telling us to keep and eye on the equipment. As it turned out it was surprisingly easy to look after, and a large portion of the time was simply spent chatting idly. Occasionally the pressure would peak or not enough power was reaching engines but it was easily sorted.
Eventually Kosu returned with another group and told us to move on. By now it was almost 9pm but since we were in a ship, there was no difference in light between night and day. We had dinner, and luckily no one seemed to have a problem with me and I was able to get food and eat it without interruption.
"I just noticed that there's yet another job," pointed out Skara, looking at the timetable. "It says security detail, two volunteers. Anyone want to volunteer?"
"I'll take Morton on it if its ok with him, and you two do the next one." Volunteered Ventrell.
"Sure," replied Morton; standing up they headed one way while me and Skara headed back to our quarters.
Once we got to our quarters, Skara closed the door and locked it. Not really caring I took of my vest and laid down on my bed; turning my head I couldn't help but stare as Skara stripped off his jump-suit to show his well muscled, feathered body. "Like what you see?" he said slipping off his boxers as well.
"Well, do you want some or not?" he asked turning to me and grinning at seeing my eyes locked on his 8in red cock that had become fully erected. "No offence mate, but you don't hide being a homosexual very well." He said, lifting me to my feet; he quickly helped me out of jump suit and without hesitating slid down my boxers.
He grinned wickedly at seeing my erection and placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed down gently. Understanding I knelt so I was face level with his cock; wrapping a hand around softly, I started to stroke up and down, eliciting a moan from Skara. Working slowly, I stroked up and down gently, "not bad," smiled Skara, grunting slightly, "but there's still more to it."
I knew what he wanted and slowly began to engulf his cock in my mouth. To my surprise it didn't taste foul as pre cum dribbled out but rather slightly sweet. He placed a hand on my head and guided it moving up and down, sucking him off at a slow rate.
He groaned pushing harder and harder on my head, forcing me to swallow more of his cock. Gradually, he sped up my sucking and his groans became louder and longer until, pushing hard, he cummed into me, shooting his seed inside of me. I almost gagged from the load as he shot over and over but managed to swallow it.
"Good, now it's your turn for a bit of fun." He said lying down on the bed. "I want you to fuck me. Hard." If he wasn't being so serious about the request I would have laughed at how it sounded, but I was interested to feel it from the other side.
Lifting his legs so they were over my shoulders I positioned myself, "are you ready?" I asked. He nodded, and I slowly began to push into him. I grunted slightly as I pushed in, he was tighter than I had imagined. Skara groaned as I entered him, shortly hilting him; I held there for a while, letting myself become accustomed to the feeling.
Pulling out I thrusted back in, hilting again. I began to repeat it over and over, slowly thrusting in and out of him. We were both groaning heavily as the pressure built up as I thrusted in and out, picking up the speed and rhythm as I pounded into him again and again.
I was stating to sweat as I felt the pressure peaking; the sensation of fucking him was overwhelming as I penetrated his ass over and over. I let out a long groan as we both cummed simultaneously. I shot over and over into him, filling his ass with my warm seed while he ejaculated over his body, staining his golden brown body with long streaks of white cum.
Panting heavily I pulled out of him, strings of cum trailing out of his ass. "Not bad at all," said Skara breathing heavily, "we should clean up, Morton I imagine would be a bit disappointed if he knew he missed out on all the fun."
After washing ourselves and the bed sheet clean we got back in a pair of clean boxers and waited for the others to arrive.
Arriving a short while later they looked a bit angry, "well that was what I'd call a complete waste of time," complained Ventrell.
"We were made to stand still and look out for anyone suspicious in one of the main corridors. We saw maybe three people the whole time, and twice it was that Davis bloke checking up on us." Explained Morton as they undressed and slipped into bed.
I soon fell asleep thinking two days down, only another three hundred or so to go.