Drifting through the long night
Drifting through the long night
By Bunnyboy
This story and the characters within are copyrighted to himself.bunnyboy
Warning the story contains material of a sexual nature between an adult male and male cubs. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
Gerald 343 sits at his terminal and sighs. Most days this job is so deadly dull, it's enough to drive him space happy. His long claws click along the plexiglass plate where the holographic interface is projected. Slowly he scrolls through the updated info the birthing crèche is sending him. This morning E.V.A Engineer Susan 697 had died. Apparently a micro-meteor had punctured her suit during a routine maintenance check. The custodial crew hadn't even collected the corpse for recycling and they already had him looking for her replacement. It's not hard work it's just dull scrolling through the available embryos on the cusp of being born, double and triple checking for the dangerous genetic conditions that can creep into a sleep-ship's oh so tiny gene pool. Finally he makes his selection and brings the slated embryo out of stasis, finally letting it finish maturing.
With another tired sigh, he logs the selection into the computer letting Little Sister, the ship's AI, know of his decision. In the next day or so Susan 402 will be born, It'll be awhile but she should be a contributing member of the crew in a few solar years. Gerald wonders just how many more generations it'll be before the ship reaches its destination. It's already been what, 19 generations since they left home world, how many solar years was that? He couldn't think about it, not that it mattered either way. He'd never see planet fall, he was born on the ship and he'd die here too. Hell he's not even sure he'd be able to handle life on a planet, just the thought of all that open space around him is enough to make him shiver.
He stands up from the desk, gathering a data tablet into his arms and quickly makes his way out into the corridor. One tedious job down and another long boring session in the cold to go, then after his late appointment, maybe he could catch some rack time and sleep for a few cycles. His hooves clatter on the ships hard decking as he meanders down the hall. Despite the important nature of his job Gerald feels no urgency, his job was vital to the function of the ship but that didn't mean it wasn't boring. For the most part it was the same thing day after day even when the monotony was broken up a bit by something like today's death, nothing really changed.
He passes an open door and inside he can see a few off duty crew members partaking in some R&R. The meditech smiles and feels his ship-suit grow a little tight around the groin. Maybe he'd head down to the recreation deck before he headed back to his quarters. It had been a long time, he could definitely go for a little release.
With that thought in his head, he steps into the lift and hits the button to take him up to the center deck as the small cubical whirs past deck after deck he studies his reflection in the sheen of the ships bulk-head. While he's not unusual by ship-bred standards, he knows he's far from home-world's normal. The ships tiny gene pool of 250 crew-members didn't allow for any form of breed purity. In order to keep the gene pool from stagnating, diversity was rigorously maintained. Gerald was used to it and in fact felt he cut a rather daring figure. His tan and white ship-suit covering his lean body, except for the creamy brown scaled fore arms and the thick sturdy hooves he had rather then hind-paws. He leans forward and studies his face in the reflection. The creamy brown of his fur blending perfectly with the scaled ridges over both eyes, and tightly curled horns sprouted from the edge of them. He checks his teeth, the long sharp canines seem a little out of place in the rabbit like face but he thinks it looks good.
He sighs though, he hadn't had a chance to run a brush through his fur in a while. He'd have to give himself a quick fluff before hitting the rec-deck tonight as he moved higher and higher in the ship, he could feel the lighter gravity on his bones. Most of the ships outer decks rotated around the central cargo hold, generating the massive slow moving vessels simulated gravity. He waits impatiently for one of the numerous gravity locks at the spot where the rotating and stationary section of the ship meet. He waits until a short passageway slides into view before leaping forward, gliding up to the door and punching his code into the door before slipping into the storage chamber. Once more he punches his code into the storage rack so Little Sister will give him access to one of the numerous thruster packs set into the wall. The packs are simple devices that use compressed air to maneuver the user in the nearly zero gravity of the ships core.
Before slipping the pack over his shoulders, he puts on an extra layer of insulation over the tight ship-suit. The storage chamber is cold, the output from the twenty-five thousand cryo-sleep chambers leeches heat straight from the air. He checks his data tablet and looks over this morning's crew list. Sixty-eight colonists to check on today. Even that's monotony, Little Sister assigns him sixty-eight random sleep chambers every day that way he'll cover the whole chamber every year but it's so deadly dull. It's not like anything ever changes. With another sigh, he punches the coordinates into the thrusters control and with a whoosh of compressed air he is rocketed forward down the chamber and into the rows of sleepers. He passes techs and a few off duty crewmen whose ancestry had held more cold weather species then his making the rest of the ship seem uncomfortably warm, they all seemed content with their jobs, happy with their lot in life. Why couldn't he have that?
With a little pout he brushes some of the frost off the little Plexiglass control surface on the pod he stopped at. With a clatter of clicks he brings up the bio monitors. Subject: 02754, Name: Peters, Joseph; Occupation: Structural Engineer, Cryo Status: Stable, Biodegradation: Within acceptable safety margins. The bored tech hits the done marker and files away this particular visual inspection as completed. One down sixty-seven more to go, he hits the command button and is launched off into the vast chamber towards his next assigned cryo-chamber.
As his path criss-crosses around the vast central chamber, he wonders what's the point of all of this. In the 5 years since he'd started in this position, nothing had ever changed in the sleepers' conditions. He's seen every one of them five times over in his career, 25,250 crew and sleepers under his care and he could care less. It's not even for his own sake, he'll never see the planet these people will eventually colonize. He'd be long since dead and his descendants would be doing this job before anyone ever sets foot on the planet's surface. Hell the ship crew would never mingle well with the sleepers, ship culture is just too different from the planet dwellers own. It simply had to be, to survive the centuries in space in an environment that had no margin for error. Everyone must do his or her part or the whole will perish. In this life there is no space for art, no room for love and hate or the little jealousies and selfishness that make up a life. There is just duty for the greater good and the unending sameness of each and every day. In the gray funk, Gerald drifts from chamber to chamber taking down the information by mechanical reflex.
His mind isn't on the task, rather he is thinking about tonight's trip down to the rec-deck. That's probably why he stopped once he reached this particular cryo-chamber. Once he checked its stats and saw the occupation designation read none he knew he had to investigate. Having grown up in the miscegenation society of the ship, the seemingly random mixture of breeds amongst the crew was the norm but the sleepers had none of these tell-tale signs. He brought up the sleepers holo and sighed as the strange creature faded into view. The boy was eight years old. "Hmm" thinks Gerald, which would put him 3 years into his term of crew service but wait, planet-siders don't do it that way right?" Gerald frowns trying to think back to his early lessons, to the culture the sleepers had come from. The thoughts slip away casually, there is something in the strangeness of this creature before him. He can see here-and-there bits and pieces of anatomy he recognizes, the shape of the boy's head reminds him of his own and he'd seen those long ears on a number of the crew as well as that little leaf shaped tail. "So this is a pure bred rabbit." He thinks, it all seems so alien. Not just their bodies with only one type of covering rather then the blends of scales, feather and fur sported by the crew but also the creatures whole culture is so strange. How they settle into these small groups, how they breed whichever way they want. It's just so strange, he ponders this for a moment peering down at the little hologram. Still there is something very interesting about their shapes, he marks the button as done and floats away from the rabbit cub's sleep chamber. The rest of his inspection is handled without incident, though the boy in the frosted tube stays on the edges of his thoughts. He steps into the gravity lock and waits for the door to the medical wing to rotate into view.
Quickly he travels down to the med-bay, provided there is no emergency and that was not likely, he only had one more duty today before he could visit the rec-deck. He steps into the office to see his patient was already there waiting. "Ah you must be Michael 331." He waits while the boy nods. At 5 years of age, he's just reached the age when regulations state he begin his duties to the ship and the crew. The last step before that can happen however is a medical exam to make sure he's fit to assume his responsibility to the crew. The boy is a handsome lad and he seems fit, so he should be able to shoulder the tasks set before him. His snowy white pelt moves from fur to feathers across his shoulders and forearms, that and the large prominent beak point to some avian ancestry, He'll have to test to make sure his bones are strong enough, the combination of hollow bird bones and the occasional degradation of bone mass from life in space could be devastating if not treated in time. The fact that calcium supplements were part of the crew's daily diet, notwithstanding problems still could crop up especially in the more avian-aspected crew members. He straps the boy down onto the scanning table and starts the sequence, humming. On the screens before him hologram images begin to wink into life, showing the convoluted structure of the boy's muscle mass. The bones seem to be fine, the bone density is good, muscle mass and tone is fine and there doesn't seem to be any major anomalies. Well that's as much as a visual scan will confirm, time to get his hands dirty. He steps up to the boy's head, "Open wide please?" He waits a moment while the boy complies, he then runs a finger over the edge of the boy's beak. It's rough under his touch with a sharp edge to it, the occasional chip giving it a jagged feel. "You'll have to wear a guard on that while standing your rotations do you understand?"
The boy nods before that beak snaps shut with a snap, "Yes sir, I understand." There is a tiny little slur to the words... no doubt the boy's tongue isn't entirely adapted to this form of mouth.
Fingers probe along the boy's abdomen, everything feels right. He reaches down and cups the boy's jewels. Hmm they feel fine, firm but not to hard, he tugs the boy's sheath back the penis seems to be mainly of canine stock but looks to be healthy. "Okay Michael roll over on your belly." He hits a button letting the cub loose. The boy rolls over his long rat like tail twitching gently. "Okay this next test will give you your rating, you are not required to accommodate any crew member above your rating. You may but the choice is yours. Do you understand?" The little cub nodded as Gerald's claws click across the controls bringing up the holo scanner. He picks out a tool from the table and leans forward, the diagnostic tool is a long rubber cylinder with a rounded tip, the reddish shaft glistens with medical gel. He thumbs a button on the base of the device and a new line of readouts starts to scroll across the holo-screen, along with a diagram of the device showing the various sensor inputs. "Okay this will be uncomfortable at first but just relax and it won't be too bad."
He gently eases the length of rubber forward pressing into the cubs tight little tail hole. The boy squeaks out at the pressure as the doctor worms the rubber-coated tool into the tight virgin hole. Gerald isn't even watching, his eyes are focused on the screens as he worms the sensor in deeper and deeper. When its in as far as it can go and the boy is whimpering in discomfort, he lets go and hits a few buttons on the control panel. The boy's whimpers get louder as the toy starts to expand in his anus. Gerald just studies the screen as the computer calculates the cub's resistance, the pressures he's exerting on the toy and the stress placed on the surrounding tissue. It gets bigger and bigger causing the boy to whimper and whine.
"Hmm well we're up into class B which is the size you'll most likely encounter and we're slightly edging into a class C now" Suddenly the toy deflates on it's own leaving the boy relieved and strangely unsatisfied. "Well" says Gerald, "Looks like you'll be getting a Class B rating my boy." Fingers flicker across the panel as he types in the info, the boy's class and his sexual restrictions. "Okay now remember, you don't have to take any recreation offers from any class larger then what you're rated for but you can if you choose too. If you do I want you to come back here for an exam, I know you wouldn't want any permanent damage right?" The boy just nods and Gerald reaches out handing him a blue silicon guard to wear over his beak. "You're cleared for ship service, you can start tonight but I recommend you get a full nights sleep before you enter the rotation." The boy just nods and shuffles out of the door waddling a bit on his sore backside. He doesn't think anything's wrong, even though his bum is sore. It's just how life on the ship is handled, with population under tight procreative controls and the crew still needing sexual release to keep up moral, it falls to the cubs to take up the slack. Adults still have sex but it's frowned on for an adult hetro coupling to take place, simply because no birth control is one-hundred percent.
With the last task of the day done, he steps into the bathroom attached to the office. He takes a small device down from the wall, It looks like a mini rug shampooing machine. He hits a button to turn it on while he runs it up and down his chest and back. Soap seeping from the nozzle mixed with a weak stream of hot water. His fur is gradually saturated before he hits the switch on the device and he can hear the difference almost immediately as the suction starts. Once more he drags the nozzle back over his fur, vacuuming up most of the water from his sodden fur along with the water goes most of the day's dirt. He sighs, it feels so good to get clean. He finished up quickly fur still damp as he leans over the sink, using a damp rag to wipe down his scales and rub's his horns to a nice shine. "Yeah, there we go not too bad." He slips into a new ship-suit and walks down to the lift before keying in the code for the rec-deck. Even now the man is distracted, thoughts of the boy from the cryo-tube flutter through his thoughts even as he steps out onto the deck and the music washes over him. He scans the room seeing people dancing to the synthetic beats in the corner a few crew-mates are blissed-out of their minds, the electric headband controls held loosely in paws. All around the deck, standing in alcoves or seated at tables are the shipborne who have reached the age of service to their fellow crew-members. The boy in the tube is still rattling about his skull as he looks about, seeing something that almost stops his heart. Over on the far wall in a gaggle of other cubs, he sees a pair of long white ears poking up from the crowd. He shivers and makes his way towards this group oblivious to the various sights along the way; the calls of cubs asking if he needs company, sights here or there of a crew-mate who decided to recreate in public letting the little ones drain away their sexual tension. Soon he's at the group of giggling cubs and they go quiet, looking up at him wondering if he'll be taking one or more of them off for service. He leans down focusing on the boy with the long white ears. The boy's coat shifts from splotches of black, orange and white fur, his muzzle is long and pointed and his shaggy tail waged in excitement, he's cute enough. Gerald looks down into those yellow-silted eyes and his gaze goes down the boy's firm body to his scaled birds feet, maybe if he plays with the pieces he can get a feel for the whole.
He smiles down at Richard, he knows all the cubs in circulation and they know him but this is still the hard part. "So Richard tell me what's your rating?" The other cubs back away from the lad some look jealous, others relived while his target just looks nervous and a little excited.
The seven-year-old cub smiles and licks his lips nervously, his forked tongue visible for just a moment. "Err a class B sir."
Timing is crucial here, the boy is allowed to refuse his offer to recreate since they are different sexual classes but he can still talk the boy into spending time with him. "I would like to recreate with you boy but I'm rated at a class C." He takes one of the boy's paws and runs it over the bulge in the front of his ship-suit. "Have you ever been with a class C before?" His other hand gently strokes the boy's ear sending a shudder down the boy's body as he shakes his head no. Gerald smiles that's good, the boy's rated for class C never felt as good to him. It was probably from the odd shape of his cock. He's not sure if it's the result of the genetic lottery or if it's close to any particular species but his bit of man meat is fairly unique. The flat, wide tip is mostly what's responsible for his class C rating as just beyond the head the shaft narrows down to just inside a B rating before getting thicker once again. "Would you like to try, it will feel better then you ever thought it would and as a meditech I can promise you I know just how to pleasure your body little one." He shows a bit of that knowledge just then by rubbing along the long rabbit ears. He knows the varied anatomy of the crew and he knows the way they are wired and all the little erogenous zones. "So what do you say Richard?"
The boy stutters for a moment trying to answer, the feeling of the meditech's paws on his body are like fire though and where they touch him it burns leaving a dull ache of longing when they move on. He whimpers and nods his agreement.
Gerald smiles softly and coos, "That's good lad." He leads the cub over to a table, though there are private booths available, the looks on the other cubs' faces make it clear that they want to see this. He smiles as he takes a seat, leaning back on the table as he undoes the seal on his ship-suit. His cock rises up into view, to tell the truth it had already grown quite large and had been straining at the seams of his clothing. He grins as he hears the gasp from the cubs that are watching. There are bigger then him on the ship but still it's an impressive amount of male he's sporting.
Richard whimpers softly and reaches out to caress the oddly shaped shaft with one paw as the other slips into the suit to cup the tech's balls. He is surprised for a moment to find none there but that doesn't last long as he remembers the scales, the man must be reptile aspected in that area. He leans in sniffing at the tech's member, his tongue flicks out tasting the scents as well as the man's thick length. He looks up at the adult, the man's white muzzle framed by those tight curled horns. He's rather handsome, thinks Richard, this could be a very good thing.
Gerald smiles as the boy's paws and tongue tickle and tantalize him. It feels good, it really does but Gerald wants more. He can get this treatment from the class C boys no problem. "Ready for the fun part?" He asks before sweeping the lad off his feet and balancing him on his knees. One hand dips into a pocket for a tube of medical lubricant, that he prefers, before spreading it over the flared tip of his cock; there is no such thing as too much in this case. With one paw he angles his member trying his best to line the cock head up with that soon to be sore little boy-cunt "You know what to do now don't you lad?" Richard just nods before bending at the knees lowering himself onto the man's member.
The boy whimpers softly feeling the man's massive cock head pressing into his too tight tail-hole. He gasps as Gerald's paws grip his hips, he'd started to have doubts but now he doesn't have time to think as he's pushed down, that broad cock head stretching him open slowly the lube helps but not nearly enough as a whimper breaks his lips. Gerald mumbles softly, "Just a little more, we're almost through." He grits his teeth and closes his eyes tight focusing on not crying out. In some ways this reminds him of his trip to the med bay so long ago, when Gerald had used that tool on him for the first time. It hurt then to but after that it felt really good. It happened so suddenly that he's shocked, the pain and strain on his rump is gone and left there is just the full feeling of a dick in his bum. He groans softly in relief at the feeling before leaning forward against the man.
The few cubs that had stayed to watch murmur in approval. B classes all of them, they grin as Richard shows they can be as tough as any of those class C boys. Richard mummers and moans as they start to wonder what it might feel like themselves.
Gerald lets the boy rest for just a moment before his paws grip those taut little buns lifting the boy skyward. Richard groans softly as the doctor tests his limits, the flared head of that thick cock stretching the sore muscles just a moment before he pushes down letting the boy go down as deep as he can before that shaft once more gets too thick for him. "Oh my lad that feels good, are you ready for the rest?"
The cub shudders for a second he's only got about half the man's dick in him so far, he wonders what the rest will be like. Hesitantly he nods expecting a hard massive drive into his straining anus but instead those strong paws lift him up once more, the lad's long forked tongue lolls to one side, ears draped along his back as he starts to rise and fall on the man's cock. He grunts, as the head of the techs cock seems to grind into his prostate on each pass. It's almost painfully pleasant like a velvet knuckle pressed to his temple. The few remaining cubs come close now astounded by the shear amount of meat disappearing into their friend's backside. Each thrust takes him all the way to the tip and back down again slowly pushing more and more of Gerald's throbbing cock into the boy's more then willing rectum.
The meditech moans out as well as he masturbates with the squirming boy's anus clamped tight around his shaft. He groans softly as he finally bottoms out in that sweet little rectum. Little Richard almost took the whole thing, damn it felt good too. He grunts softly knowing he won't last too much longer. In fact he's amazed he lasted this long, he's been so backed up lately, damn he needed this. With a hiss he pushes the boy down hard goring the lads bowels with his fleshy cock as he floods them with his own contribution to the ship's gene pool.
Gerald sighs and looks down at the few cubs watching mouth agape as thick ropes of cum leak from their friends ass, surprised that it could even make it past the fat piece of meat plugging it up. Looks like he might get a few more offers to recreate in the future judging from the looks of things. "Well Richard I hoped you liked that." To stunned to reply the boy just nods. "Good because now you have to come with me."
"Wah, but why sir?" Whimpers the boy, not wanting to move just to bask in the afterglow of the moment.
"Well as a Class B and this is your first time with a C you need to report for a medical check up." He smiles down at the boy who suddenly seems to remember that part of the rules. His cock had started to soften but the flared head hadn't gone down in the slightest. He leans forward slipping out of his seat and onto all fours with the boy beneath him. "Now we're going to be bonded for a while, till my flare goes down and I'm not going to carry you all the way to the med deck. So stay like that on all fours boy and keep that bum held high." He leans back and stands up carefully, his cock straining a bit but it's still there wedged into that tight little ass. "Now time to head out Richard, don't go to fast now it'll hurt a lot if you pop that out before it's gone down."
"I'll try sir." Whimpers the little boy as he scrambles forward, Gerald easily keeping pace behind him. They make and odd picture, he's sure, the cub and the man tethered by a leash of meat as they head to the lift and shoot up into the medical deck.
Gerald grins at the heads that turn and glance his way as they march through the corridors. All to soon it seems they make it to the medical suite. Once inside he scoops the lad up into his arms, the head straining against that sore ring of muscle as he hits a few buttons turning on the diagnostics. This is a familiar procedure by now, often the boys and girls of one class would get curious as to how it felt to be pounded by the next best thing and Gerald was their next stop. The girls just got the routine medical exam but the boys got a more comprehensive study, just like little Richard was going to get. He sets the lad down on his hands and knees on the scanner platform, carefully climbing up with him. He angles the holo displays to project near the scanner bed.
Just the thought of the exam is starting to get him exited, his cock starts to get hard once more and Richard whimpers as he notices the change. Those strong paws grip the boy's shoulders. "Err sir I thought this was just going to be a medical exam?"
"Oh it is boy, it is, but there's no reason I can't have a little fun while I make sure everything still works." He grins as the screens start up showing a three dimensional real time scans of the boy's rump with his cock plowing deep into that well used bum. "Everything looks good, eh boy?" Richard whimpers as the first thrust pushes in deep. The doctor grunts over him as he drives in deeper and deeper. Gerald leans down and whispers "You know I found out this used to be called 'Fucking' back on the old world. I rather like that term over recreating don't you?"
The boy gasps out once more as that savage knob of maleness drags over his abused prostate. He moans softly, not only can he feel it he can see every inch and every motion from every possible angle. Gerald groans into his ears, breath heavy on the back of his neck as that massive length of meat pounded in deeper and deeper. He can see the image before him as that angry fist pushes closer and closer to his limit, shuddering as he realizes the holo-imager even picked up the techs first release of seed into his rectum. The boy whimpers loudly as the man bottoms out.
Gerald pauses right there, luxuriating in the tight ass wrapped around his cock. He reaches out and taps a control bringing up a new screen, medical data and statistics scroll past quickly. "Mmm Oh yes it's just as I thought everything seems to be in working order Richard." He pulls back as he talks, thrusting into his patient right up to the hilt with each new line. "Nothing's torn, some strained muscles but you'll be fine soon." He moans and pulls back before driving back in. "Though to much of this and I may have to change your rating." One paw reaches down and cups the immature cock between the boy's legs. He smiles to find a nice little erection filling his palm. "Mmm Looks like part of you prefers fucking as well, lets see if your ready to produce yet." He's not surprised to find the boy reacting, pushing back into his thrusts, he's been at duty for a little over 3 years and he knew what was expected of him. They both grunt and groan as Gerald gets closer and closer. His mind is awash in lusts, far more basic then anything on the ship as he rears up and grinds into that tight little rump. The boy whimpers softly, a little unsure about this but it does feel good and he's more willing then ever to do his duty. With one final push the cub starts to shudder, his own dry orgasm causing him to clench down on the man. Gerald groans loudly as he hugs the boy from behind; almost with out thinking his lips find one of the lad's ears and he bites down, sharp little fangs pricking the skin and sending further shivers of pleasure through that tight little body as on the holograms all around them show his pulsing cock flooding every nook and cranny of that tight little ass with hot sticky man juice. He sighs rolling onto his side and starting to dose off on the scanner bed. Mmm that felt good, he nibbles on that ear tip and as he drifts off to sleep an exhausted and spent cub in his arms, his mind settles some where else picturing those long white ears, that pouf tail, that forever forbidden boy, the picture of sexual perfection. He must have him.