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“Giving Space"

It was a hot afternoon on Thundara; Panthro, who had been crammed in a tiny hangar all day working on his Thunder Tank had finally gotten a chance to break out on his own. Sweat was still drizzling down his face, having worked in a stifling eighty degree garage into the down beating heat of the afternoon. His skin was still glistening as he stepped outside, expecting the winds to be a cool, comfort and relief. They weren't; as sand blasting, sweltering winds washed over his body, he immediately wished for the discomfort of that garage again. As he climbed into his tank, he dragged a hot muscular forearm over his head to wipe the sweat away, only to feel grits of sand grind against his flesh in a ceaseless, relentless act of increasing the badness of his bad day. Even the sweet, roaring sound of his tank engine activating could bring him any sort of relief.

“Nnhh fuck. I need a drink." He uttered as he leaned his head back and looked up to the sky. “I have had the worst day of my entire life and I am not about to let that get to me."

The Thunder Tanker wasn't too far from where he got off work. Considering that he party owned the bar and had the naming rights to it, he was looking forward to a long hard drink among friends, he gave a sigh as the vision of the nearby town came into view and he knew the route by heart. A left, a right, two more lefts and--

Panthro came to an abrupt stop just outside of where the bar should have been, and in his frustration noticed that not only the parking lot was empty, but there didn't seem to be a single person around. He brought up the monitor and called Gunner who ran the Thunder Tanker; as Gunner came on the line it was clear he was in the middle of something. Despite the distortion, he could clearly see someone moving around with him, perhaps riding on top moaning. “Y-yeah? Hello? Who is this?" He growled into the screen. His face still obscured.

“Yo, Gunner. It's Panthro! Why is the Tanker closed?"

“Oh is it? S-so--ahh-- so sorry for that. Our night tender couldn't make it in so we figured we'd close it down for the night. We'll be back to business as usual tomorrow."

Panthro gritted his teeth. “But I needed a drink tonight..." He muttered to himself.

“Hm?"

Panthro shook his head. “Nothing... nothing." He sighed. “Thanks for the heads up." He disconnected the video call in a huff, slamming his hand down on the monitor so hard that the screen cracked. He ran his hands over his face sighing in frustration before hearing another beep on the device. “What?" He exclaimed into the broken screen, only seeing a broken image where the person would have been.

“Well hello to you too!" A familiar voice replied back amidst the crackle, making Panthro check the screen again.

“Oh! Jet? Is that you?"

“Of course it's me, who else would be calling your big gray ass?" He answered with a laugh. “Listen, we're taking a stop to Thundera and I thought you might want to meet my buddy Jager?"

“Oh I don't know when a good time would be." Panthro admitted as he sat back on his seat and looked up at the sky. “I'm gonna be elbows deep in grease all week, when were you thinking about--?" He paused as a large ship pulled overhead, suddenly filling the area with a great roar as its engines shifted and blasted the air around him with a whip-like snap of air that filled the entire area with a thick cloud of dust. “Or now...now's good, why not?"

As the ship touched down, Panthro was impressed at its size, it was probably twice as large as the last ship he'd seen Jet fly and as he approached, the bay door seemed to slowly roll open and the bottom lip extended out like a ramp surprising him more as he stepped into it. As he did, the door closed behind him and in a sudden mad rush of flesh and arms, he found himself in Jet's embrace. The man growled as he locked lips with the Thundaran, his tongue invading in such an abrupt way that Panthro could barely brace himself. He moaned and wrapped his arms around the man's waist and pulled him closer. As he grabbed Jet, Panthro realized he was naked from the waist down and his palms instinctively pressed outward, dragging down Jet's hairy ass to grab him firmly. The gesture made Jet grunt and release his lips.

“Good to see ya Panthro." He growled and grinned, his cock already hardening and pressing against the other's pants. “C'mon. I gotta introduce you to someone and show you the nicest area of this ship."

“Introduce me?" Panthro asked, his face flushed in intrigue as he followed Jet to a nicely lit corridor.

As they stepped through, to the next room, Panthro felt a sudden wash of heat overwhelm him. The smell of cleanliness and water, the sound of dripping confused him. They had entered what looked like some large bathroom on the ship--no... it was more of a sauna. As they approached the center of the room, he could tell the heat was almost stifling. He waved a hand in front of his face and as they approached the center, a round pool could be seen glistening across the ceiling and surrounding walls, another figure could be seen as they drew close enough for the fog of heat to disappear around them.

He was a large, robotic man sitting spread-kneed on the ledge of the pool looking at them. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but it did no good, a great metallic cock was still dangling between his legs and as he stood up to greet them he grinned--so Panthro thought as the mustache that had been fashioned on his face twitched and turned upward ever so slightly. He could not make out a mouth, or any features to his face, and his eyes were three little dots of light that hovered in the plate over his face. “Mmmm..." He purred a bit, grabbing Panthro by the waist of his pants and pulled him in closer so that their bodies met in the middle. “So this is the one? You were rightm Jet. This one is quite attractive." His eyes blinked and their faces met within inches of one another. His green eyes blinked casually as he chuckled. His 'breath' could be felt on Panthro's neck, and the feline could not help but get aroused by this. So forceful, so... needful.

“Panthro, this is Jager. He's a bounty hunter and he's been my partner in crime for a while."

“Crime?"

“A figure of speech." Jager said with a purr. “It means we've been in business together."

“Oh."

“Please, why not take these pesky pants off and relax? You are among friends, after all."

Panthro's eyebrows piqued in curiosity as he felt the robotic fingers nimbly unbuckle his pants, the eye-ports blinking dim and bright again as he slowly worked Panthro's zipper down, the cat turned to Jet and chuckled lightly. “I see your friend is very eager."

He turned to see that as his cock bounced from his pants, it received an immediate response from his metallic, throbbing member. He swallowed nervously as he watched it respond and Jager pulled him closer, letting their bodies rest against one another. “Well, I have no mouth to truly enjoy the taste of-- this." He emphasized as he ran his fingers along Panthro's balls, squeezing them roughly to get a response. Jager's mustache twitched in response, but there was no smile, no lips, no mouth. Just a strange warmth that radiated from him as Panthro's pants hit the floor of the bay. He stepped out of them, his cock rather thick and imposing as it rested against the robot's length. He reached down and squeezed their flesh together.

“Then I guess we're gonna have to work on that." He said, his grin widening a bit as he felt Jet's large, warm body against his back, sandwiching him between the man's warm heat and the robot's more cool, steely exterior.

Wordless, Jet reached around Panthro's large chest and unfastened his vest, pulling back the layer as his hands roamed down the man's hips, cupping them tight between his fingers. Panthro turned to face him and found his lips enveloped by Jet's, his chest puffed out as he inhaled sharply, growling into his lips as Jager's fingers tightened on his hips as well, allowing Jet's to slide back up his fuzzy waist, then torso. “Fuck..." He panted between the wet kisses Jet was providing him, feeling himself grow harder and harder, that small drizzle of precum from Jager's cock causing him to look at its organic-like length of flesh. “H-how is that..."

Jager sat back with a purr and drew Panthro's head closer to his flesh. “I'd like to show you that, Panthro..." He said, not waiting on a response as his body urged him closer. Panthro felt his lips part, his tongue wrap around and tighten on the bulb of steely flesh in his mouth. But He didn't taste like metal, he tasted like a living, breathing man with a thick mound of flesh that was now sliding eagerly down his gullet. His tongue sounded wet against it, it was firm and it felt like a flesh cock in his mouth, he could hear Jager growl in spite of himself and pace his hand firmly to the back of Panthro's head, tightening his grip, pressing his fingers into that warm, bald head of his; despite the fact that Panthro was covered with a layer of fur, he had no mane and was essentially without a head of hair. This never deterred him, he never let it define him, and right now, the feeling of the robot's fingers pressed cold against the back of his scalp only made his eyes roll back in extreme pleasure.

Panthro felt another pair of hands behind him now, making his eyes widen as he peered at Jet crouched behind him, using his hands to pull Panthro's own pants off and throw them haphazardly in the opposite direction. He unfastened his own belt, parting his pants and freeing his own thick and hardening member from its confines. He chuckled as he stepped out of them and crossed his arms over his large barrelled chest and effortlessly flipped his shirt up and off his massively framed body. “Y'know...our little pool area here is reserved for our special guests." He said with a rumble, smiling at Panthro eagerly.

Panthro pulled his lips back from the metallic cock in his mouth, coming apart from the tip of it with a lewd and wet pop. “Is that so?" He asked rhetorically. “And what sort of things do you and your guests get up to here" He asked with a smirk on his lips.

Jet's hands ran along Panthro's ass, his fingers pulling the cheeks apart from one another, revealing that dark pinkish hole he was exposing as he crouched down behind him. He brought one hand back and then slapped it so hard across Panthro's ass that the man could feel his cheeks wobble to the gravity of the moment as the force of the slap reverberated throughout. “Ow, fu---ahhh..." Panthro tried to shout in objection, but Jet moved quicker, dipping his face against the man's ass hole and driving his tongue inward without any sort of delay.

Panthro gasped in response to this and his hands spread across the floor under him as he tried desperately to hold himself upward. He looked up at Jager, whose expression had lightened. “Oh how I wish I could do that..." was what Panthro thought the robot was saying, and without a word, he grabbed the thick robotic cock and pulled him closer once again submerging it into his mouth, and once again Jager's hand found the back of his head and he eagerly bucked his body forward, plunging his cock into the darkened depths of Panthro's throat. He grabbed Jager's hard metal hips and pulled them toward him. He could feel the man's balls bump against his chin the fur of his beard tickling Jager's balls. He soon began to wonder to himself if Jager could feel this, if he could feel tickling, he could however feel the warmth of Panthro's lips rounding his cock again and again. Jager gasped and moaned a bit as his cock slipped deeper and deeper into the offered mouth.

Jet's hands tightened around Panthro's waist as he shifted his face, dragging it along his taint and then reaching his balls. His tongue lifted the orbs one at a time before dragging them in and giving a soft tug, making the cat growl and moan with his maw full of the flesh. “Mmm delicious at every inch." Jet said with a grin as he laid on the cool tile floor, sliding between Panthro's legs he pulled the man downward and began to taste his cock as well. Panthro settled back, panting loudly as he felt the heat wash over his flesh while Jet eagerly serviced his underside his hands moved and slid along Panthro's cheeks spreading them apart along with his legs, grunting as he shoved the cock down his throat.

“Ahh f-fuck..." Panthro said, his lips again slipping from Jager's throbbing member. This time, Jager didn't let him stop and quickly grabbed Panthro's head, returning it to his own eager arousal. Panthro gagged a bit, his body lurching upward, sweat glistening on his body from the intensity of the room's heat and the collision of their bodies, the sound of wet slaps filling the room, their moans, their growls increasing the intensity by the moment.

Jet grabbed Panthro's balls and pulled them downward, making his hips dip down toward him closer, making it easier for him to suck him off. The wet, salty-sweet flavor dripping across his lips. Panthro felt a pulse between his lips and an urgent grab at the back of his head as Jager pulled him forward. His legs trembled as Jet pulled him down, he could feel that wet slick of his cock as it slid between his cheeks, spreading the flesh out as Jet pushed against his hole. There was little effort involved as the tip caught the rim of his ass and with an urgent grunt, Jet thrust himself upward, letting out a roar of pleasure as the angle forced Panthro's wet flesh from Jet's mouth. Panthro couldn't cry out, as he opened his throat to do so, he felt a stream of precum dripping down his gullet, washing against the back of his throat, draining down his esophagus. His body flexed and trembled as he grabbed onto Jager's thick ass and leveraged himself up to ride Jet. It was slow at first, his hips sinking back, his cock lurching forward, dangling over Jet's face. Jet grinned at the sight and craned his neck up, licking that smooth, fleshy underside and feeling that cock pop and bounce in response. His hands tightened on Panthro's ass, squeezing his cheeks apart, and squeezing them back together again with every long, lustful lunge.

“Jet you are fucking driving me w-wild..." Panthro managed to pant, feeling Jager's cock dip from his mouth for just a moment.

“Ahhhnnnn... so close... ahhh." Jager grabbed Panthro's head again, tightening his grip and forcing him to suck his cock even deeper. Panthro held his breath, he could feel the flesh tickle the back of his throat, the hungry, anguished desire flooding him from Jager's thick shaft as it begged urgently for release. Jager's chest puffed out and he let out a growl, his body pumping harder, his crotch pushing so hard against Panthro's face that he thought somehow his mouth was about to split open. “RRRRRRRRHHHHH!!!!" He let out a strained rumble as the dam suddenly burst within.

Panthro was at first taken aback by the sudden incoming flood, suddenly filling his throat; pump after pump of seed filled his mouth in what felt like half a second and Jager lurched forward, the man's metallic chest pinning Panthro's head against him for the flood. He continued to swallow, but was quickly overwhelmed and by the time the remaining bucks shot from Jager's hips, Panthro was barely able to keep any of it contained. He felt Jet's more urgent grasp on his hips and the sudden thrust up into him made him double over in a mixture of pleasure and pain his body stinging, his muscles flexing as he howled out his pleasure, feeling his entry overwhelmed again and again. It was enough for him; the smell, the flavor the increasing pressure in his stomach, Panthro grunted and felt his body give way. He too began to cum, thick hard fountains of seed shot from his cock, drizzling and shooting over every spare inch of Jet's bare neck and face. He grinned wildly and took the shots over his face like painting it with white out. “Oh fuck, Panthro. You were wildly pent up... now it's my turn."

Jet grinned at Jager, who stepped back, his cock still dripping and half-hard as he watched. Panthro was lifted off of Jet and thrust to the floor again as Jager held him down. He looked back to see Jet repositioned himself behind Panthro, his hand working up the small of his back as he lined himself up again and pushed himself in with a wild snap of his hips. Panthro howled out, his claws digging into the floor under him as Jet slammed himself all the way in to the hilt of his cock. He was driving almost straight down, pulling up on Panthro's hips again and again with every wild thrust as Panthro himself became a moaning puddle on the floor amidst the mess they'd already left. His hands were flat to the ground, it was as if he were caught in the middle of pushups, which only accentuated the strength of his muscles. He roared loudly his voice growing more lustful, more ferociously passionate as he felt Jet fill him again and again. “Ahhh! Y-yes... fuck!" He howled in desperation as he filled and began to spill out down his balls, seed dripping to the floor under him as Jet thrust himself in hard and tight, trying to contain the mess, but failing.

Finally with a forceful thrust deep into Panthro's ass, Jet grunted and was spent, his cock soon falling free from the man's gape with a stream of mess following right behind it as he panted and rested a hand on that round muscular ass. “Fuck--Panthro I'm gonna need a second after that one..."

“T-Take your time..." Panthro admitted as he pushed himself back to his hands and knees “I think I'm gonna need a minute after that mys--"

“Oh no you don't." The metal hand of Jager arrested Panthro's return to his feet, his thick, hard metal cock having regained its stiffness as it ran along the cleft of Panthro's sore ass, making short circles with the rim of his engorged hole. “I don't believe I'm done with you yet, Panthro. Not until you feel my lubricant." He teased as if on cue his cock spewed a thick stream of precum that bubbled against the warmth of Panthro's entrance.

In a swift, rough movement, Jager embraced Panthro from behind, one arm grabbing his large chest while the other tightened around his head, pulling it back. His breath was very real, and as the heat of the metal man's features breathed across his ear, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Panthro's body was rigid under the other man's embrace, unable to move, with Jager's weight against his body Panthro couldn't even get enough leverage to lift him up. Not that he wanted to immediately anyway and as the robotic cock pushed urgently against him, Panthro let out a soft moan of pleasure, feeling it just about breach him. “You're going to--"

“To fuck you, Panthro." Jager replied with a hint of urgency in his lust-filled voice as his body crawled along the other man's bare back and ass. “And I'm going to cum so hard you'll think a bottle rocket ignited in your hole."

His talk was gruff and anxious which only turned Panthro on more. He felt his skin crawl, he shifted under the man's weight, which only urged him to push harder against him. “Yes, that's it... beg for it." He purred as his tip slowly drew another circle around the rim of Panthro's used hole.

Panthro chuckled a bit, feeling it edge closer and closer he pulled the man's arm back slightly and turned to look at him. “You think I'm gonna beg for it? You don't get me at all..."

With that, he took control, Panthro grabbed Jager's arm tight around him, urging him closer as he slammed his ass backward directly impaling himself on Jager's length. Jager, taken by surprise from this move gasped and his body rocked back, his hips shot forward and before he knew it he was balls deep in him. “Nnh! Fuck yes!" He growled as his hands tried to force control back by tightening his grip and Panthro grinned.

“Now who's beggin' for it?" He replied, grunting as he felt Jager's weight on his ass his cheeks clenched and both of them howled in pleasure as Jager started to thrust into him now, his pace quickening until it met a steady speed. “Nnnhhh yeah!" He growled and felt the robot riding him harder and deeper. He could feel the bot's whirring, pulsing balls slapping freely against his ass and the resounding noises of fucking resumed moments later.

Jet watched from the tub pool nearby, drinking from a flask of water as his thumb slowly began to work at his flesh, already getting hard again at the hard, masculine display. His tongue crawling from the left to the right of his lips as he grinned. He started to play with himself as he hardened, watching the other pair's balls and cocks as they bounced and swayed frivolously in the generous light filling the room.

Panthro noticed this and smiled, looking away to focus on Jager by reaching under them and grabbing his balls, pulling him closer. “Oh yeah... you know how to use it. I don't care if you don't have a mouth Jager, you use this beautifully." He panted looking back as Jager loomed over his body now driving into him harder. It was like a piston Panthro didn't want to slow down. He growled and his hands ran over his arms, feeling the tight but somehow... pliable metal against his fingers as he gripped him, feeling the muscles of the man's underbody pushing against his back, the downard angle driving deeper and deeper into his pleasure zone, Panthro was well past recovery now and was already hard and dripping on the floor under them, adding to his already dried puddles from earlier. And the more violent the thrusts became the more wild the patterns of his precum painted the floor. He huffed and howled and as he turned his head forward he noticed another figure in front of him; Jet, having recovered was holding his hard erection directly against the bridge of Panthro's face. “F-fuck..." He whispered as he rather abruptly wrapped his tongue around the offered extended cock.

Jet was playful with this, however. Smirking as he began to drag his cock around Panthro's offered mouth, toying with its rim the same way Jager toyed with his hole. Panthro could feel it wet and pulsing around his lips, he lapped his tongue against the flesh and could feel the heat of his pre, he could taste its warmth and wet salty flavor against his palette and reveled in it. Soon he snapped at it, wrapping his mouth around the flesh, burying it deep into his lips. His tongue washing over it, wrapping and tightening around it as he sucked it in.

Jet growled in response. Not saying anything but grabbing the side of Panthro's head and thrusting inward with an intensely guttural grunt and lewd groan of pleasure. The hair at the base of the human cock tickled Panthro's nose as he engulfed the pillar of flesh. He put his hand flat against the man's stomach and felt it up the short treasure trail before it thinned off to later rejoin the pelt of Jet's hairy chest. He used Jet as a brace between Jager's thorough fucking. His voice now muffled with Jet's cock, he couldn't help but look the man in the eyes, watching them darken with pleasure, watching them roll back, watching that flesh move and roll like a wave. His hand roamed around Jet's backside and he gripped the man's ass, pulling him closer again and again. His tongue tightened and twisted around the sensitive flesh, feeling it pulse and bead again with more precum as Jager's hands eagerly grabbed Panthro's hips. Panthro felt the thick metal slam against his prostate, which distracted him. He let out a gargled moan as he felt the heat get hotter, and the familiar ping of his climax wave crashing over, making him drain precum profusely. “Ggghh ggghhh ahhh! Fuck!" He cried out as he came.

Panthro's body tightened hard around Jager's cock, and it caused his shoulders to hunch up tight and he let out a maddening moan. His body jerked hard and in a heavy thrust he began to unload thick, hard coats of cum deep into the Thunderan. He howled deep and his body kept pumping, flooding Panthro's already filled rectum which was now pumping out in multiple directions. His legs trembled against Panthro's thighs, his body convulsing hard as he came again.

At last, Panthro felt the sudden geyser of Jet's shaft throbbing against the roof of his mouth an incredible force pushed him back and Jet exploded all over Panthro's face yet again. This was his second favorite part; the first was the sheer expression of lust washing over Jet's face as he came, matching both Panthro and Jager in pure volume of their climaxes, their bodies now twining together in an unfathomable ecstasy that took them hard.

As the roars of their multiple orgasms finally began to subside and the three of them finally collapsed on top of each other. Soon there was not much sound beside their rapid breathing and the constant drip-dripping of the water in this small bathing room. As they recovered, each of them finally rested in the bubbling waters of the hot tub they were originally going to sit in anyway, though this time, Panthro sat in the middle, one arm around each of his lovers as they finally came to a sit still to relax.

“I...hope this didn't come too unexpected." Jet said. “I mean just meeting Jager and--"

“It's fine." Panthro assured him and held the two of them closer to his body, letting their hands each find his torso and slide along his muscle. “I was having a real shit day until you boys came along. We gotta do this more often."

“I think we can stay on this side of the universe for a while." Jager admitted and looked at Jet. “You think so Jet?"

“Yeah. I'm pretty sure we can make it work."

THE END?