Published: August 21st 2024, 8:58:45 pm
Well... I had been wanting to do more of this... though we're jumping to a different character.
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Sarsuk sat in the cockpit of his shuttle, his large finger hovering over the button aside the door. The anxiety was already setting in. The indignity! Every time, Sarsuk dreaded going to the White Flower II. It was, nevertheless, part of his biweekly rounds and he could only make so many excuses for putting off the task.
It had become such a habit, he’d hardly even realized he’d already cleared his own shuttle of sulfurous air. The thin oxygen should have been getting on his nerves, but for some reason he couldn’t help but feel like it was calming, somehow.
Before it became too awkward, Sarsuk finally hit the button, and the door unfolded open. Ateri stood far down below, one arm folded behind his back and the other holding his strand.
“Commissioner,” Ateri said, only taking his eye off the krakun to fiddle with the device. “Your biweekly report. Do you wish to go to your quarters and look them over, or will we be having a meeting?”
Don’t be alone in the same room with him.
“I’m perfectly capable of reading it right here and now,” Sarsuk said, taking his own mobile com off his necklace and scrolling through the report. Geroo reports were always so brief, this one barely being forty pages… but Sarsuk blinked several times, not sure he’d read it through. He scrolled back, and tried again, but his thoughts drifted instantly. He glanced over the edge of the mobile com, eyes fixated on that black, coarse-furred geroo.
Every time. This was not a problem anywhere else but the White Flower II. Not that he hadn’t also dragged the problem home with him… but every time he returned, it was like stepping into a warming hot spring.
“…I’ll go over it later,” Sarsuk said. “There is other business I need to catch up on. Company paperwork. I’ll get to it before I leave.”
“And how long will you be staying?” Ateri asked.
Sarsuk craned his neck down so he was as eye-level to Ateri as he could possibly get, and huffed hot breath in the geroo’s face. “Why are you asking me that question, Ateri? I’m only due to be here eight hours and not a moment longer. Like usual! Why do you ask that every time!”
Ateri then reached up a paw and gently planted it on Sarsuk’s snout. Sarsuk inhaled sharply at the gentle, warming touch. A rapid, tingling shiver raced down his back all the way to his tail, with a stopover between his rear legs.
“Commissioner…” Ateri said, “I did want to discuss some things with you. I added a few things onto my wish list.”
“O-Oh,” Sarsuk stammered. “Yeah?”
“We can of course manufacture our own goods, but you just keep so many things in backup… it wouldn’t be hard to deliver some supplies… drag back our waste and dump it in a recycler somewhere planetside. You’d be saving us so much work with just a little favor.”
“Ateri, you know I can’t…”
That scent finally hit his nose. It was a geroo scent, of course, but something about its thickness wormed its way though his nostrils and into his brain. It wrapped around it, invigorating a softness he hadn’t felt anywhere else. A softness he was growing to loathe, as much as it enticed him.
Once he’d noticed the smell many years ago, he couldn’t stop noticing it. It was everywhere on the White Flower II. Any time he left the ship he kept thinking maybe, maybe this time he’d come back to his senses. But it snaked its way in nevertheless.
And Ateri was still standing there, calmly staring Sarsuk in the eye. Years ago, once the odor stopped seeming so noxious, Sarsuk had started to recognize particular smells of the geroo. And he could smell raw sex off of Ateri—it hit him sharply, like a needle being plunged under skin. At first it stung, but the rush of endorphins took over, and a slow, steady warmth passed through Sarsuk’s body.
“…we’ll talk about this,” Sarsuk finally said, softly. “But I’m not going to steal from the company for you! It’s either I get the pay increase or stealing from the company, and I’d rather the one that didn’t risk my pay dropping to zero because I would be fired.”
“No, we wouldn’t want that,” Ateri said. “But I would like to know if you’re any closer to upping your paygrade.”
Sarsuk hesitated. He should have reeled back, shut his mouth, or swallowed his tongue, but he kept talking nevertheless. “I’m working on it,” he said. “I’ve… they’ve been treating me differently at the ground office. My supervisor actually said I… I was doing a good job.”
“Have you been?” Ateri asked. “Are you being studious? Getting your paperwork in on time? Being nicer to your co-workers?”
“Yes, captain,” Sarsuk said, nodding softly.
“And you’re still being a krakun about all of this, right?” Ateri said. “You have to want that promotion or nobody’s going to give it to you.”
Sarsuk nodded more. “Of course I-I’ve been making my interest known.” It was just weird how whenever Sarsuk stepped into a room anymore, his co-workers just seemed to relax around him, even defer to him. Some had even started expressing… personal interest.
It was certainly everything Sarsuk ever wanted, but he felt so different than he had even sixty years ago. He could still remember the krakun he used to be, still boiling deep down inside—but it had been muted, like magma reaching the surface and slowly cooling. Surely he wasn’t that different, though.
“I suppose that’s all I can ask for now,” Ateri said, stepping closer. “But I would be very appreciative if you helped out engineering.”
“Ateri, you know doing busywork isn’t part of my—”
Ateri stepped in close and pressed himself against Sarsuk’s nose. Sarsuk involuntarily shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut. He badly wanted that contact, more and more. It was driving him crazy. Even if the geroo was so small against his body, he needed something. He’d started idly daydreaming about growing to a much smaller size, just so he could get a little more of that contact. He wanted it to wrap around him, warm him, coat him in that burning, luxurious odor.
“…I’ll make some time for it,” Sarsuk said. “But this is the last time.”
“Of course,” Ateri said, nuzzling Sarsuk. “Just like last time.”
Sarsuk blushed fiercely and stood up, coughing to himself. “Right. Well. I’d better get to my quarters. Assuming they’re ready, of course!” He tried to snarl, but there was no edge to his voice.
“Yes, commissioner,” Ateri nodded and bowed. “Follow me, please.”
Sarsuk started, slowly walking behind the captain as they made their way through the large hall of Deck Ten. He’d hardly even thought about the fact that he was trailing Ateri, keeping close behind but not so close he would overtake the captain. He tried to think—something was wrong with this picture—but when he entered the inner workings of the White Flower II, that smell had started to grow so much more powerful. It was like the smell of every male geroo on the ship was flooding his nostrils at once.
When they approached the door, Sarsuk also started to smell something else—his own scent. He was peeking out of his sheath.
“Yes, I know the way, Ateri!” Sarsuk shouted, far far too late for it to have any meaning. He wheeled the door open and trundled inside, trying his best to keep the bulk of his leg between himself and the branching hallway. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m new to this job!”
“Of course, Commissioner,” Ateri bowed again. “I’ll contact you when Engineering is ready to receive you.”
Sarsuk blinked. Had he agreed to that?
“…yes,” Sarsuk said. “You do that. Don’t bother me until then.”
He slammed the door shut behind him and threw the wheel until it sealed tight, then looked down at himself. His erection was already half mast, and now that he was alone with no eyes on him, it slid out fully, becoming as firm, but just a little giving under his fingertips.
He huffed, stroking it, letting the tip gently curl around his finger. Sarsuk shuddered, just standing there holding his cock for a long moment as the anxiety finally started to melt away. The smell was in here, too. He’d need to turn on the fans and let it all out, so he could start thinking with a clear head again.
Later.
He fell back on the bed, rubbing his tapered dick gently, sliding it between his fingers. It throbbed almost painfully—he needed release. No matter how hard he tried to think about dull things like offices or commutes or sports, it didn’t matter. Nothing he thought of would convince his erection to soften even a little bit. Even when he let go of it and pulled his claws back, staring at the annoying thing for a solid ten minutes—it would simply not retreat.
Just get it over with, he told himself. But he had to think of something appropriate. He did try to think of several females he wanted to bed, but none of them were doing the trick. He’d just been so into male krakun lately. Sarsuk had always been attracted to males in part—not that he’d ever acted on it—but for the last several years it had been all he’d thought about when he was alone at night. He’d even started preferring to browse male krakun whenever he was looking for porn… almost exclusively, now that he thought about it.
That barista near the Fheighr-Alpha Elevator…
Oh dead gods, that young red krakun was cute. He’d nearly asked him out after the last time he’d visited the White Flower II, only stopping himself because he was just… too weird and too old to be dating such a person who had to have been only a thousand-and-change. But he would have been such cute eye candy, walking along beside Sarsuk along the sidewalks of downtown Jai Korona, nuzzling up against him… and everyone would see Sarsuk as just a little more attractive in turn, too.
Yeah, that was it. Sarsuk finally started rubbing his erection again, leaning back and melting into the cushion of the couch-bed. He summoned the barista in his mind’s eye, climbing onto his bed and obediently letting Sarsuk play around with his lithe body. Yeah… licking the young male’s slit. Growling at him to stay still. Mounting him, belly-to-belly. Biting up and down his neck. Feeling that thrill wash over him. His long and firm dick entering his partner’s slit, feeling their genitals rub together inside…
That sparkling shiver ran through Sarsuk. He arced his back, his claw furiously rubbing across the ridges of his paw. It wasn’t enough. The mechanics of the action were right, and the barista was definitely attractive. But something was missing about the whole situation. He needed some lube, or a sex toy, or something, but he’d been saving his money for Ateri…
Sarsuk blinked. The smell was still overpowering, and it was not of krakun.
The barista was suddenly replaced with a vision of Ateri, about Sarsuk’s size. Sarsuk panicked at the vision, and quickly Ateri was replaced with a dark black krakun with the exact coloration of the captain. And he still smelled deeply like a musky male geroo.
Close enough! Just finish already!
Sarsuk tried to reassert himself, but Ateri was on top of him. The thrill rattling the commissioner’s spine doubled over as the dark krakun turned him over, pinning him to the sheets. Krakun-Ateri’s penis was twice the size of Sarsuk’s—no, three times, and it curled and bent… no, it looked like a geroo’s erection, weirdly club-like with a solid knot at the base. Ateri lined himself up and wordlessly shoved his cock into Sarsuk’s tailhole.
Sarsuk whimpered. “Y-yeah… g-gods in hell…”
He didn’t question it. This wasn’t the first time Ateri had invaded his thoughts, after all. Even if it bothered him a lot how much the pleasure seemed to multiply, it made Sarsuk weak and shivery, and his dick firmed up all the harder, until it nearly felt solid as a stone. He rubbed himself more and more, twirling his fingers around the tip of his cock. Krakun-Ateri leaned down, huffed, and bit Sarsuk’s neck, clamping him tight.
“A-ateri…” Sarsuk whined.
As he drew near the climax, he backed off. No, the desire was the best part. Even as much as it pained him to back off of his orgasm, Ateri seemed to be directing him to wait. He wanted to do whatever Ateri said… even him growling softly set off fireworks inside Sarsuk’s chest.
“Sarsuk… you just relax…” the vision in his head said, nuzzling him softly before asserting himself, pushing Sarsuk down and pinning him, pounding him in the tailhole over and over. Sarsuk could see his own belly distending from the enormous girth filling him, the black krakun using the commissioner for his pleasure.
He didn’t want this fantasy to end. He knew he needed to ejaculate, to get on with his duties, but as he twisted and writhed there, he kept putting it off. He eased off, and back on again, imagining Krakun-Ateri teasing him, pulling him roughly into many positions—up against the wall was his favorite. Oh—or putting a collar around his neck and dragging him through a public park, then mating him in the grass. He imagined a life with him and Ateri—the fantasy had gotten quite elaborate over the years—with Sarsuk being a good little pet to his big and virile master.
And best of all—he never had to go to work again. Ateri took care of everything. All Sarsuk needed to do was be his little plaything—and oh how he loved it. He wanted to be in that world so badly, being teased and caressed and exploited by Ateri…
Sarsuk’s mobile com beeped at him. Sarsuk blinked, looking down and realizing he’d drizzled a sizable puddle of precum all over himself. His erection still wasn’t anywhere near satisfied.
Grumbling, Sarsuk pulled his mobile com up, making sure to put it at and angle where even an accidental camera swap wouldn’t capture the lower half of his body.
“What!” Sarsuk growled, then softened. “Oh, Captain. I thought I told you not to bother me…”
Ateri tilted his ears. “Commissioner, it’s been four hours.”
Four hours?! Sarsuk hadn’t edged himself that long… ever. Where did the time even go? He’d only been imagining him and Ateri… and then Ateri pulled him into the… and the house they were in had…
Dead gods, it really has been four hours.
“I was really hoping you’d be able to take a look at the drive. You are so much faster at diagnosing these problems than any of us…”
Sarsuk blushed at the compliment. Involuntarily, his claw reached down and started rubbing his erection again, that lovely warm shiver racing to reach his face. He tried very, very hard to keep his expression neutral, but he couldn’t stop touching himself—he’d go mad! “I… yes, I’ll be there but give me ten minutes to… wrap something up.”
Ateri nodded. “As you wish, Commissioner.” And then, he grinned almost wickedly. “You try to relax, okay?”
“Y-yes,” Sarsuk said. “I’ll be out when I’m out. Don’t call me again!”
He hung up hurriedly, tossed his mobile com to the floor and redoubled his self-stroking. “Ateri, you tailhole!” He growled, rubbing himself harder and faster. He needed out! He was suffocating in here, but with Ateri so close to his face just then—he wanted to kiss the bastard! Sarsuk wanted to press into his warm soft fur, breathe in that heavy scent. He wanted to wrap around the captain and never let go. Why did Ateri have to be such a tease!
“Why can’t you… just go ahead… and tell me… you want to fuck me!”
Finally, Sarsuk released and ejaculated hard. His semen gushed out in a long rope without a fixed trajectory—largely splattering up Sarsuk’s belly and chest, but also twisting about, hitting the couch-bed, the floor, the wall, a little on the monitor…
Sarsuk flopped back. His dick twitched several times more, more semen leaking out and onto the flat of his belly. It was still so hard. But laying there, panting heavily, Sarsuk stared at the ceiling, feeling that relief wash over him. A few minutes later, his erection finally died down and retreated back into his slit—leaving behind a wet trail in its wake.
Sarsuk groaned. He needed to wash up—himself if nothing else. He was sure the geroo knew—they didn’t say it, but they had to know. They cleaned up this room every time he left, and he couldn’t have found and cleaned up every drop of his seed. Maybe he should have just left it. Admitted to himself that he was being a dirty pervert, masturbating to thoughts of one extremely compelling geroo in particular.
“…no, not today,” Sarsuk said. Not having any cleaning supplies his size, he reached for the cabinet and pulled out the spare bedsheet.