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Quality Control

The tiger and vixen had completed their work on the new space hotel room. Well, for the time being. There was still much to be done constructing the orbiting vacation destination. The space hotel would be the first of its kind; the beginning of the space tourism industry. Raphael and Fae didn't know how much staying up here would cost the daring tourists of the future, but it was well above their astronaut pay grade. But for now, they had the place all to themselves.

Raphael bounded across the bedroom. Fae laughed at his nude body tumbling through the space over her head. The bedroom was a large sphere of padded walls (the two had exhausted all possible 'insane asylum' jokes at least thrice over during construction). The vixen's own perky tits stood out on her chest as she stared at Raphael's hard cock.

The tiger had grabbed the sheets, sewn to the padded wall, on the far end. Well, opposing the side he started on. Descriptors are hard without gravity inside a plain sphere without reference points. Fae grabbed the wall near her and rolled about in the air until her butt pointed at Raph. "Take me, kitty."

"With pleasure." He gently launched himself across the room. They 'oofed' as he collided with her. Her knees came onto the curved wall beneath his. He hooked his feet in the flowing sheets. And he pushed his cock slowly into her treasure. Penetration could be tricky without gravity to provide leverage. But Fae and he had worked out a system over the years.

"Here, just hold yourself in me," she said and pushed them lightly off the wall. They floated gently into the center of the sphere, the air resistance slowing them to a stop. Raphael closed his eyes. The two furs closed their eyes. They let all concepts of time get away from them. They floated together, still coupled, in the center of the sphere just skirting the edge of slumber. A simple dream of theirs now realize; to just rest in open space, coupled. The normal space stations were just a hair too cramped to do this comfortably. They simply felt each other's body and nothing else.

Space travel was often long stretches of nothing. Which was really a good thing, because the 'somethings' were hectic battles with calamity. So there was often not much to entertain themselves with beyond one another. Neither had luck in relationships on the ground. Fae had been divorced twice, Raphael thrice. They never dated one another, not in any official sense anyway, as that was barred by the space program rules. Though ground control probably had some knowledge of their antics and looked the other way. After all, Raph and Fae did have a tendency to tease one another over their private radio channel while on space walks. And the odds that they hadn't accidentally pushed the wrong button once or twice were astronomically small.

Slowly the two came out of their slumber. "Want to keep floating, or want to play around a bit?" Fae asked the tiger within her.

"I think I discovered a flaw in this design. Eh, eh." Raphael flailed his arm at the wall out of reach.

Fae slowly pulled herself free of his cock and slowly rotated herself about him. They turned in place ever so slightly from her changing of their angular momentum. "Physics, dear." She pushed against him. They drifted apart along the diameter of the sphere until they could take hold of the sheets on the walls. Fae pulled herself along that wall, choosing the great circle that took her Raphael's head.

"Spider fox, spider fox," she sang.

Raphael leapt along the chord that took him right behind her. He pushed off again to land atop her and pressed his cock into her pussy yet again. His continued momentum carried them forward. Fae yiped as she pushed them off the wall. She giggled and screamed as they tumbled chaotically about the sphere fucking all the while. Pushing off the walls, spinning, laughing, screaming and copulating.

"Stop, stop, stop, I'm getting sick!" Fae yelled. Rapheal latched onto the sheets, Fae's body went flying off of him, and she grabbed the wall herself at another point on the sphere. Even then it took some bouncing about to stabilize themselves. "Fuck." Fae said.

"I was." Raphael snerked. She looked up at him; he now masturbated to her. She pulled her body around to point her pussy in his direction. She was nothing if not polite when he was pawing. His jerking sped at the improved view, and she dipped her fingers into her pussy.

"Mmmmmm." She moaned at her own touch. As much fun as sex could be up here it was easier for both of them to get off to their own paws than to any kind of penetration. "Some rich fucks are going to be pissed when they get banged around up here."

"Hehe, yeah. They are so getting bruised when they try to bang up here." Even in their chaotic yiffing moments ago their 'thrusting' off the wall had used a lighter touch than anyone could imagine. And it was that second nature gained from years of experience with outer space that let them safely roughhouse in this environment.

Raphael's hand tightened about his cock. Fae's fingers prodded her inner bits with more force, her butt bouncing against the wall as she worked. Her other arm holding her to sheets. Raphael released his cock as he came. His cum spurt into the open air of the sphere. Fae came herself on watching Raphael blow his load into the room. It was a rather light orgasm for her. But it still felt good. Globs of his cum and drops of her pussy juices wobbled about the air of the sphere.

Normally they'd have to be careful to vacuum up their fluids. But this room was advertising the absorbency of the wall fabrics. The drops would soak in when chance sent them that way. Fae and Raph had no knowledge of what cleaning schedule was planned for the wall fabrics. They didn't want to find out, that would be the next couple's problem.

"I've been hoping for a chance to do that. Just cum out into space," Raphael said.

"It was a nice show." Fae returned. She still pawed at herself.

"We could grab some of those pillows they sent up. I bet those would be fun." Regular pillows. Raphael and Fae had passed on them previously due to their impracticality in this environment. But they could have a different use. Epic space pillow fight was about to commence while they regained their desire for sex.

Those lucky, wealthy fucks would certainly get their money's worth up here. It was an almost priceless experience. And Fae and Raphael were even more lucky in that they were getting paid to be up here. There were five more hotel rooms to be added to the hotel. Each of which was to get a big sphere like this, which took some time to assemble. So Fae and Raph would have ample opportunity to play around in the one they had completed.

"Any word from you astronaut pair, yet?" the representative from SpaceCorp asked of Captain Wilson. "No. Our last communication was of them going into the station to 'investigate things'"

"That's good right?"

"Possibly. As long as they've been off communication they are either having a lot of fun or dead."

"Well, hopefully it's the former. Let me know when they return. I'd like to make any modifications before the next modules get sent up."

"That's the plan." Wilson said. That was the third time he'd told Wilson in the past hour. He'd get his advice, if they had to tactfully weasel it out of Fae and Raphael. Normally a project like this would require a crew of half a dozen. But SpaceCorp was paying good money to have this thing field tested. As with anything, certain issues only became apparent when they actually got put to use. And with people already queuing up for a million dollar a night vacation, they couldn't leave anything to chance.

And Fae and Raph were the only two astronauts they had with the relationship they did. Or at least the only two with who so regularly forgot to turn the comm system off while they were fooling around. So send get them alone for a little while up there due to miscellaneous scheduling and let them do their thing in the downtime. SpaceCorp gets its quality control, the space program gets some extra funding, and Fae and Raphael get to have the sort of sex only few furs would ever get to experience, at least in for a few decades.

Those two lucky fucks. Almost gave Captain Wilson the desire to get over his fear of getting into a rocket and heading out into space. Almost.