Unscheduled Maintenance
Story by LiquidHunter on SoFurry
Kind of just happened. Enjoy
Unscheduled Maintenance
In 2020 the International Space Station fell from its orbit and burned away in the atmosphere before the last few charred remnants crashed into the Pacific Ocean. I remembered watching it on the news in Times Square. Thousands had come out to watch the emotional stream that was being shown all across the world.
I was only seven at the time, so I didn't understand what it meant, but I do remember seeing my father cry as he held me up on his shoulders so I could see over the crowd. It wasn't just him. Hundreds of others were crying as well as the feed showed the space station begin to burn up before what was left crashed into the ocean.
It was only years later that I did understand why people were crying. The International Space Station was one of the last joint projects between the United States and Russia. At times, invoking it's name was the only thing that had stopped either side from doing something the whole world would regret. There was the fear that with the decommissioning of the station, already tight relations would flare, but a miracle happened.
Less than a year later, both countries announced plans to construct a new space station along with the help of nearly a dozen other countries. The announcement made the whole world breath out a sigh of relief.
Construction took twenty-five years with small sections opening up as the more parts were sent up into space where an international team put it together. It was the catalyst which brought an era of peace between the major nations of the world. There was less military spending during construction and a larger focus on science spending. The UN saw more cooperation in the fight against terrorism, and soon the world stabilized.
I grew up only knowing, but never experiencing the pains and worries of the last generation. I became a straight A student with generous scholarships to Stanford. There I experienced my first love, Thomas. He was a civil engineering major, a handsome otter that had dreams of building more eco-friendly dams across the Pacific Northwest. He had the cutest smile that he would flash at me, knowing that I would blush. It was a part of being human I hated. Anthromorphs could hide blushing behind their fur.
We were both busy with our schooling, his civil engineering, my mechanical engineering, there wasn't much time for us, but we did manage. There was a few hours each Saturday and Wednesday evening, and we would spend those few hours at the park, laying under the stars.
We never took it any farther than that due to the negative connotations existed around relations between humans and anthros. There were plenty of civil rights laws and the constitutional amendment, but history doesn't fade from memory easily and neither of us didn't want to cause any kind of trouble, so we just made it seem like we were close friends to everyone other than our immediate families and friends who already knew.
Those eight years were the best of my life and even if it was bittersweet to have to leave him, it was on good terms.
I ended up working at Stanford for my first job, working for one of the physics professors who needed someone with an understanding of machines to help him with different experiments he was working on. I worked there for a year until the professor got a job offer to work at the Hadron Supercollider. Of course he took it and he surprised me when he told me that he was allowed to bring an assistant with him and that he wanted me to come with him. Of course I took it.
I ended up living in Geneva, commuting daily to the supercollider where I worked mostly maintenance on projects that the professor was working on. It was dirty, but very gratifying work. I got to watch some of the best minds work on some crazy ass shit that I'm not going to even try to pretend to understand.
I worked there happily, making plenty of new friends. It turns out that if you stick hundreds of mechanical engineers in one place, there are going to be plenty of people with shared interests. It wasn't hard to find drinking buddies at the end of each day and then some. To be truthful, I was a bit of a slut. Europe doesn't share many of same ideas as the United States and I took advantage of that. No one blinked an eye at the fact that I slept around and since there were no known STDs that could be passed between an Anthro and a human, I was a messy slut.
Let me tell you. There are a lot of empty rooms and spaces at CERN. No cameras, nothing. There was a time when I would be there almost every afternoon during lunch, sharing time between three different individuals, a wolf that was a native Swiss, a cat from Germany and an otter from Brazil who didn't speak a lick of English, but did respond well to stimuli.
My life was perfect in my eyes. My job paid well. No one cared who I fucked and as far as I could tell, it really couldn't get better, short of winning the lottery...
The letter came shortly after the new space station was finished. I was selected to be, if I so chose to accept, to be part of the first people to be sent up to the station. I had the professor to thank for that. He had worked for NASA before and he had put in a good word for me there, enough so for me to get a maintenance position up there.
While working at CERN was nothing to scoff at, working at the new space station was something else.
It wasn't an immediate thing. There was a lot of prep. I had to go to some sort of boot camp. They had Army sergeants send us all through a grinder to get us into shape for two months. After that, there was more physical training on top of loads of academics. We learned about every part of the space station which was ten times larger than the old one, so there was a lot to learn. We learned about each and every job that was taking place up there on top of our own jobs. We had practice launches and zero gravity training in deep pools while wearing space suits. It was two years before I got my launch date.
While there were plenty of opportunities to fool around during the training since we weren't confined or anything like that, I left that behind in Switzerland. Now don't get me wrong. I left behind the sluttiness in Switzerland and I did believe that I left behind the sex as well until I met Hanz.
He was a ferret with tan fur and a black mask and being a ferret, he was short at just over four feet tall, but he was kind. We met at the training. While I was struggling to keep up, along with a lot of other people there who had never had to meet the raised physical demands that had been placed on us, this ferret was having no trouble at all. He got over the various obstacles with no problem. Where I had trouble getting to fifty push-ups in two minutes, he did over one-hundred.
I was envious. Seeing him meet all of the standards so easily made me very aware of my shortcomings so I ended up asking him for help. He was more than happy to help.
We had workout sessions at the end of each day. He walked me through on proper technique, how to squeeze a few more reps out, the kinds of things that would help me whenever there was a physical readiness test to ensure everyone was keeping up to standards.
It was tough at first. I was so sore for the first week we started working out, but once the soreness was gone, I saw great improvement. Suddenly I could do around seventy push ups and nearly one hundred sit ups after only a month.
Even though I didn't need his help anymore, I kept working out with him. We talked about different things such as what we did beforehand and our lives in general. I told him about my extreme luckiness and he agreed. Not everyone got a chance to work at the super collider and then get picked up to go to the new space station. He himself was ex-military. He had served in the Navy as a pilot. He had to have a special waiver due to his size. He explained that his recruiter fought tooth and nail to get him in as a pilot. It was months of annoying back and forth with 'Big Navy' as Hanz put it, but he got in and ended up doing twelve years before getting out once his package for the space program was accepted. He had always wanted to go to space and flying was the closest he could get until the new station was built.
Months went by and we got closer. I slowly began to allude to my sexuality. I never said it outright because I wasn't sure about Hanz's orientation. I liked what we had and while I wanted more from it, there was a fear that he wouldn't reciprocate. I don't think that it would have ruined our friendship, Hanz was a great guy, very friendly. It just would have made things awkward and I didn't want that, especially since the mission we were preparing for was going to last one year. So I kept it to ourselves, only dropping the slightest of hints that I may have been interested in him.
It was near the end of the training, less than a month until the launch date that I learned a fascinating thing, Hanz was actually going to be the mission commander. While up there, he would be in charge of the entire operation. I was quite shocked and Hanz had more than a few laughs when he saw my face. He had never said anything about it, but it should have been quite obvious with how others showed him much more respect.
Then launch day came.
It just kind of happened. We were briefed, we put on suits and suddenly I was on the newly designed shuttles meant to be able to transport large amounts of people and cargo. I was next to Hanz. The commander normally sat up front, but since this was the first major launch of personnel, they needed an extra hand up front with the pilot and so I was in the second row with Hanz. He had pulled a few strings to get us next to each other. He explained it to me that he wanted to be next to someone who he could talk to instead of some scientist who would just brag about his expertise in his field.
I was flattered and it was a great decision on his part. I could hear the scientists behind me doing nothing but talk about neutrinos, atoms, frogs in space, stuff I didn't care about. I was there to make sure the machines kept working as intended.
We sat in the shuttle on our backs for well over an hour as final launch preparations. I talked with Hanz. I was nervous as hell and just couldn't shut up about anything. I talked about whatever came to mind and in the midst of it, I blurted out Thomas' name in more than a friendly fashion. It had happened just as an announcement came over the speaker, telling us that the launch countdown was starting soon. I don't know if Hanz heard me or not, he just looked and me and gave me a smile before donning his headset and began speaking to the people on the ground.
I was tense. My hands were in balls in my gloves and I just wanted to take them off because the material on the inside of the glove was sticking to my sweaty palm. I counted my heartbeats thrumming in my chest. Pounding. Trying to burst through my chest. My breathing got a bit faster. What if something went wrong. The station was new. This shuttle was new. Everything was new and being officially used for the first time.
"Relax." It was Hanz. He was done talking to command, giving a green light from our end. "Just look up at the clouds." He told me and I did. I looked straight up past the front seats where the pilots were and at the clouds. "I was like this the first time I sat in a fighter. Unsure, nervous. Of course I wasn't so obvious as you are now. Still, I was scared. What if I screw up? What if the plane blows up? I kept thinking these things." His hand reached over and it was suddenly on mine. I didn't move it and he kept talking. "It went through my head over and over again, but when I stopped thinking about it. Do you know what happened?" He looked over at me. His small inquisitive eyes looking expectantly with a smile that reminded me of Thomas. I tried to hide my blush.
I shook my head. "No. What happened?"
"Nothing," He said. "I stopped thinking about it and nothing happened. I went through the flight checks, I put my hands on the controls and suddenly I was flying and nothing happened." He patted my hand. "Nothing is going to happen." He kept his hand there, on mine, for a second longer before resting it back down on his chair in the proper position to prevent it from breaking during launch.
"Nothing is going to happen," I said to myself. "Nothing is going to happen."
"Ten." The speaker suddenly said.
"Just look at the clouds," I was speaking to myself out loud. "Nothing is going to happen." I said my little mantra. I just focused on my words and I felt myself relaxing.
"Here we go," Hanz said to everyone.
I was about to ask what he meant when the speaker came on again.
"Ignition."
There was a rumbling that shook me to my very bone and then I was forced back into my seat. I felt like my body was being flattened, my eyeballs wanted to have a meet and greet with my brain. Everything was forced back. The world changed around me and distorted from what the G's were doing to my head.
"Nothing is going to happen," I tried to say even though it came out as no more than a grunt and the roar that surrounded up made it impossible for even me to hear my own words.
The clouds began to grow closer and closer and soon they were gone. All I could see was the open sky.
It seemed like an eternity and it hurt so much. I was suffocating.
I looked up. The sky was turning darker and darker as we went higher and higher.
I may have blacked out. It's hard to remember, but the force stopped and my arms floated out in front of me.
"We're here." Hanz said with a smile.
That was two months ago. Now I'm floating upside down, but it doesn't matter because in space, upside down and right side up doesn't matter. Tools were around me, floating freely. They were made of a special nonconductive material. Some space age shit to reduce the chance of sparks. Not better than steel or iron since the tools wore down quickly, but whatever. I finished tightening the bolt, setting the panel back in place.
"Is that the last one, sir?" The box hovered behind me, kept stationary by small air jets that sporadically fired off. Scrubber was an artificial intelligence cleaning robot. He was in charge of making sure all of the spaces were neat and free of flammable dust so that everyone else could concentrate on their own jobs. He had about a dozen of these bots around, sucking up dust and picking up trash and since they had vocalizers, he also liked to check up on the crew members as well since he took it upon himself to make sure everyone was happy.
"Yes, Scrubber," I said and began picking up tools. Scrubbers arms, little claws, came out and helped as well, handing them to me. "Thanks." I stored them all in my bag and pushed off away from the wall and down the corridor. Scrubber followed.
"You are most welcome, sir." Scrubber likened himself to a British butler. Last month he was a Russian strongman. It changed to his liking.
I pulled myself up from the maintenance space I was in into a main space. The gray and dim lights of the maintenance space was replaced with bright, almost blinding light and white. There was so much white everywhere. I found it more comfortable in the back spaces. They seemed more real in a way. Not some kind of fake feeling I get whenever I went to the doctor's office. All white and clean, but it was just a place where sick people went. Seeing the dirt and the grime that made the whole place work kept me sane.
"What are your plans now that your daily duties are over, sir?" Scrubber asked, hovering just out of reach since it had become a bit of a game between the crew and Scrubber to slap the robots, sending it in a spiral, stabilizers going crazy. I didn't play since I had to fix any damages that came from it, but Scrubber still kept out of reach.
"Nothing," I answered, flying down white tubes until I reached my workspace. I grabbed onto a handlebar to stop myself, my legs swinging around, resting against the wall. I pulled back a lever and the door to my workspace opened. I pushed myself into it. "Probably go get some sleep. The last software update did a number on some of the systems. Spent all day yesterday replacing wires."
"Yes," Scrubber replied. "They do need to work on finding bugs before beaming it up here. The moment that data stream hit the antennae, I felt like I needed to give myself a good hard drive scrub."
I could almost see the floating square shudder.
"Sir?"
"What's up?" I stowed away the tool bag, strapping it down so it would not float off. I had made the mistake of not strapping myself down once when falling asleep and ended up finding myself being fluttered down the hall by the ship's ventilation.
"The Commander has requested your appearance at your earliest convenience. It is why I was probing earlier."
I closed up the hatch with my bags and turned back to the bot that floated patiently. It was odd for Hanz to ask for me like this. Normally we would bump into each other every once in a while and stop to talk. I was a bit disappointed that nothing happened between us, but it was mild. He was the closest friend I had here and I enjoyed his company thoroughly.
"Uhmm." I wiped my hands, some flecks coming off of them. The robot twitched. Scrubber's core programming kicking in. He wanted to get at the grime, but he also didn't want to stick out a vacuum tube in my face to get at it. "Sure. Let him know I'll head up to the command module now."
"Not in the command module," Scrubber stopped me. "He has requested you in D-12."
"D-12?" It was one of the modules that wasn't in use yet. There were more than a dozen scheduled launches that had yet to happen to bring up more personnel since the station was to support about one hundred people total. Most of the station was empty with only scrubber and me ever visiting them to keep them in good order.
"Yes, sir. D-12," Scrubber replied. "I'll send word right away." He seemed too enthused for an AI that didn't even have the ability to raise its voice since the bots couldn't raise or lower pitch in speech.
There he was. At the entrance to D-12, the uninhabited zones as some liked to call them. The ferret was in a white shirt and blue exercise pants. I was still in my coveralls. I couldn't really say they were dirty. There was no real dirt here. No oil to stain the coveralls, just sweat, fallen hair and dead skin cells, but I still felt like I should have cleaned up and changed out of my work wear.
"There you are," Hanz grabbed a nearby handle and turned himself upright. He had been nearly perpendicular to me. "Was beginning to get worried I was being stood up."
"Stood up?" I said and gave him a quick friendly hug. He was small in my arms, his feet stopping at my knees and I could easily wrap my arms all the way around him. "Is this a date?"
"Call it whatever you like," He chuckled. "Just wanted to see you. We haven't seen each other in a while."
"Well," I scratched the back of my head. "With the latest shipment," I tried to explain and he stopped me.
"I understand." He gave me a playful punch to the arm. "I actually haven't had any real time in so long. They want me to handle everything even if everyone here already knows what to do." He sighed and stretched out, his limber body being extraordinarily long. Anthros were often very similar to their feral counterparts and Hanz was no different. His body bent in ways that made me feel sore. "I only just finished everything that had been laid out before me since the day we first got here. Just need a break, you know?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I do. Been working every day fixing the place up. For a one hundred billion dollar space station, this place falls apart a lot."
"I know, right." He pulled a bag out from behind him, stashed in a cubicle. "One problem after another. They scientists all come to me with their problems." He opened up the bag and dug through it. "I need this or that. They don't realize that everything they need will be sent up later. They drive me crazy. You however just work. Scrubber has nothing but high praises for you. So much so that I think a reward is in order." He pulled out something that shouldn't exist up here, a bottle of whiskey.
I was speechless as Hanz pulled a lever and the hatch to D-12 opened. He pushed himself through the opening and beckoned me to follow.
I went through, closing the hatch behind me. "Where did you get that. That's not approved."
"When you become commander, then you can bring up alcohol as well." He raised up the bottle and twirled around, his tail wrapped around his leg and he had to shake it away. "This section won't go into use for several months. By that time, the air scrubbers will take care of the smell."
"Surely I can't be the only person here that you'd want to share that with."
"You'd be surprised." He stopped in a larger room and looked around for a moment. "I thought I'd be sent up here with other military types, but nope. I was the only one." He went to one of the walls and undid a few latches. He pulled down on it and a table came down along with two seats that had buckles and the table had magnets as well.
"Why would they do that?" I asked and took a seat at one the seats and buckled myself down and so did Hanz. The ferret had to pump up the seat.
"Wanted to get everything up and running as soon as possible. Can't do that without all of the supplies or personnel." He popped the cork off and it floated away, already forgotten. He then grabbed a syringe that was in the panel behind where the table came out of and stuck it into the bottle, extracting some of the golden liquid. "Can you grab a few glasses from the bag?" He nodded towards the bag he brought that was floating behind me.
"Sure." I reached out and dug into it, pulling out a pair of shot glasses. "You know it's not going to work with the zero-g's."
"Meh." He shrugged. "Anyways. I was disappointed that I was going to be surrounded by nerds, but then you come along and don't spout numbers at me. You just wanted help." He tried to use the syringe to put the whiskey in the glass, but it just shot in, bounced a bit and shot out.
"Told you." I laughed as he tried to scoop up the alcohol back into the cup, but it stubbornly twisted and shifted as if it was a living force.
"Yeah. yeah." He corralled it down by the table where it stayed. " I really appreciate you being here. I would have strangled so many of them if I didn't have you to talk to once in a while." He ejected another bubble above the table.
"And they would have nowhere to go," I joked and he raised an empty glass to that.
"Cheers." He then leaned over and sucked up one of the balls of whiskey.
I leaned over. I could smell it in the air. This was high quality. The cost to buy it on top of the cost to ship it meant that this was the most expensive bottle ever created. I sucked it in and it burned all the way down.
"That's good stuff." He shook his head as he swallowed. "Want another?" He raised the bottle.
Several hours later and two-thirds of the bottle were gone. We were both drunk out of our minds. Laughing at fart jokes and random things. We almost lost it when the ventilation turned on, thinking that it was someone coming through the hatch and catching us.
"That's when I realized that my gun was still in the holster!" Hanz shouted and burst out laughing.
I burst out laughing as well even though I couldn't recall what the story was about. I laughed anyways because Hanz's good humor was infectious.
I laughed so hard that my straps became undone and I fell off my chair and began to drift away. I tried to straighten myself, but I got quite a bit of vertigo.
"Whoops!" Was all I could say as my head danced and I could no longer figure out where I was.
"Let me help you." Hanz darted away from the table, his long limber body collided with mine. He couldn't stop himself fast enough and we ended up as a tangled mess that hit one of the walls. We were bouncing around and couldn't stop laughing. His long body got wrapped around one of my arms, his legs kicking up in my face as he squirmed.
I tried to undo us, but he was doing the same thing as well so whatever I got untangled, he retangled.
At some point I figured out that he was ticklish and since I couldn't move my arms, I used my face and blew raspberries into his stomach.
"Stop," He giggled. "I- I am... I am a. I was an officer in the Navy. You will- will stop." He was crying now and that only egged me on. I could feel his paws trying to push my head away. Even though he was more physically fit than me, I was simply stronger due to my larger size.
I backed off once I figured that he had enough.
"I'll- I'll get you back." He was panting and pointed at my face.
I was laughing.
"I will," He insisted. Oh, fuck it." He then did something I did not expect. He kissed me.
It was a quick kiss right on the lips and it shocked me and I was left with the stupidest look I could imagine since the fourth-grade class photo where I trusted a fart.
He looked at me. "What? You're not gay?"
"I am," I managed to say. "But are you?"
"Of course. Why do you think I spent so much time with you?" He rubbed his face one mine. "You're cute or handsome. Whichever word you prefer. You're smart, but not overbearing and self-righteous about it like the others." I could feel his teeth nibbling on my neck and I couldn't help but moan a little. "I've wanted you to make the first move for some time now, but after so long and so much work in the way, I couldn't resist."
"So... oh." He nibbled more right behind my ear. "So, you've lured me into your trap."
"Yes. Yes I did." His little paws reached down and unzipped the front of my coveralls. I could feel my hard on pushing against the fabric. "Right into my trap." He breathed into my ear.
I slid the coveralls off of my body and he helped, even going as far as to climb inside of the coveralls, wrapping around my body. It tickled, just like how I tickled him. His little claws latched on to me as he crawled around.
Soon the coveralls were drifting down the corridor that we had come from and I was in my boxers getting nibbled on by a four-foot long cat-snake. He twirled around me like a stripper on a pole and he was also removing clothes. His shirt was gone and soon his shorts were as well. He wasn't wearing any underwear and it was clear that he didn't want me to as well.
I bent over, tumbling end over end in the gravityless environment as I peeled off my boxers and sent them flying away. It was a little chilly and I felt goose bumps form over my body. Maybe it was just the ferret.
"You humans have the best bodies in my opinion." His body rubbed against mine, he teased my cock with his tail. Bits of pre dripped and hovered around us. "Your skin is so smooth with only hair on your head and groin, but I can tell that you only have hair on your head." He scurried across my body and his but was near my face and his face was near my crotch.
His tongue licked across my head and I groaned out in pleasure. I hadn't jerked off the entire time I was here because where did you hide that?
I concentrated on his furry sheath and balls. They were small, much smaller than what I had. Still, I shouldn't be a size queen. I nuzzled his balls and he stopped his licking and let out a breath right over my really sensitive head. I was going to lean back and groan, but I ended up hitting my head. We had drifted close to one of the walls and now we were spinning away through little droplets of my pre.
"Careful." Hanz stayed where he was, clutching onto me, his head right in the nook between my balls and my thigh.
I reached out and steadied us and Hanz took advantage of the time to run his tongue up the underside of my shaft.
I shivered as the saliva began to dry up instantly, getting wicked away from the bone dry air that the space station had. It sapped the heat away, making it feel cold only to be replaced by the warmth of Hanz's muzzle as he swallowed down my length in one gulp.
I almost came right there. I gripped onto a nearby handle tightly and pressed myself up against the wall as the ferret slid his muzzle up my shaft, using his tongue to tease the opening of my cock before diving back down again.
"I'm gonna," I cried out and Hanz pulled back before I could blow my load.
"Hold on there for a moment," He said and slid up my body to my face. "Not yet." He kissed me. This time more passionately and with tongue.
His tongue pressed to my lips and I opened my mouth for him. He played with my tongue and sometimes tongue was in a muzzle. Sometimes it was in my mouth. They danced around before we pulled out faces apart.
"Wow," I whispered to him and kissed him again.
I took in a deep breath and took in his scent.
Ferrets were often smelly due to their natural musk, but the commander did well to take care of himself. He had an earthy smell. I think he had brought some specially made cologne as well because he smelled of ginseng. Exactly like ginseng. I rubbed my face into his neck, returning the nibbles that he gave me.
He closed his eyes, head rolling back. His claws hooked into my back to keep him from floating away from me. It was going to leave marks in the morning, but that didn't matter to me at the moment.
I reached down, running my hands down his chest. I could feel those defined muscles on him. Even here in space, he found the time to keep his shape. My fingers ran down his fur, over his belly and down to his small sheath which was quite a ways up and away from his balls. I rubbed it until his cock came out.
"It's been so long," He said. "So long since I've been with someone." His claws kneaded into my back more. HIs lower body squirmed.
I let go of the handle and cupped Hanz's lower half with my free hand, cradling him while I continued to work his four-inch shaft. He leaked like a motherfucker though and the drops were flying off of him in all directions from my encouragement. I then brought him up to my face where I took his entire length in my mouth. I can't say it for that many people I've been with, but I didn't gag. It fit just right, allowing me to suckle and tease with my tongue.
"Yes!" He cried out and he wrapped his entire body around my head in a helmet of fur.
I sucked sloppily. Saliva was everywhere, matting Hanz's fur down with it. I drank up all the pre he could offer and begged for more with my mouth until he tensed up, nearly strangling me with his rope body.
The first shot was strong in both force and flavor. It hit the back of my throat and hit my tongue afterward. I almost spat it out, the flavor was pungent, I could smell the musk from it in my nose, but I swallowed it down. Every drop he had to offer, I took.
When he was done, Hanz loosened his death strangle from my face and kissed me before I was done swallowing the last load.
His tongue wriggled into mine, scooping out a mouthful of his own cum. I found that extremely hot as I watched his neck bulge out and it travel down as he swallowed his own cum.
"It's your turn now." Hanz pulled away from the kiss, a little bit of cum drooled out of his mouth and he wiped it away. Another drop to join the small cloud of bodily fluids that were beginning to orbit us.
Instead of going back down on me, Hanz maintained eye contact. He felt his body slide down mine slowly.
"What are yoUU!" I screeched as I felt a warm embrace surround my length.
"Just relax." Hanz squinted a bit and wriggled which only added to the sensation of the ferret slid down on my cock. "Or you'll go off too soon."
I bucked my hips on accident. My ass slapped into the wall and we were sent cascading away and across the room.
"Shit!' Hanz said as I rammed my cock into him.
"I'm sorry," I apologized and pulled Hanz into an embrace to shield him from hitting the wall. We hit the far wall with some force and slid up it at and angle. I reached out again to stop us, but Hanz slid back up my cock and rammed himself down again. I couldn't stop us as my body tensed and I lost control of my arms for a moment in pleasure.
We hit another wall and then another, but I didn't care. I grabbed Hanz's body and humped into him. We both moaned out and the ferret came again. His cum shot out across the room, spiraling away like some sticky streamer or silly string. The whole space was filled with his cum and my pre.
We tumbled through the air, soaring unmajestically, making noises that really only a mating man and ferret could make.
I felt a rise in my loins and then I couldn't hold it any longer.
With a cry, I emptied my balls into the ferret who was biting down on my shoulder. He drew blood. More fluids to the mix.
My cock jumped inside of him, his body jerked and cum flowed into him. I gave Hanz several strong thrusts before I was done, drained of energy and coming off of whatever high my drunk mind had put me on.
I slipped out of Hanz and more cum came out with my cock.
"Thanks for that," I said to Hanz, stroking down his back that had collected the rain drops of cum that was all around us. The whole room stank of sex.
"No problem. We both needed that so much." He looked around the room and chuckled. "Made quite the mess."
We really did. "How are we going to clean this up?"
"We won't be cleaning it up." Hanz snapped his fingers and a new panel on the wall opened up and a box came out of it.
"Look at you two," Scrubber scorned us and I covered my privates. I didn't want the AI to know what we were doing. It reported directly to the ground crew. "A mess. An absolute mess." A vacuum tube came out of Scrubber and began to systematically suck up the individual drops of cum or pre that was everywhere in orbs of all sizes.
"What is he doing here. He's going to report us," I hissed at Hanz and he patted the side of my face.
"Oh please." Scrubber used his air jets to fly across the room, dodging and sucking up orbs of fluid. "You should see what a room looks like after Doctor Wilhelm and Doctor Rossi go at it. Just everywhere. I had to go and drain my tanks twice."
I looked over at Hanz and he gave me a shrug. "Let's get back before we're missed."
We collected our clothes and left Scrubber to his cleaning. I was expecting more calls from the commander in the future.