The boxy cargo ship was streak of light leaving the influence of the gas giant’s mass. In the control pit a bear who swiveled in his chair to look back at the retreating planet and grinned. This was his favorite of the outer planets to visit, the rings catching the sun light was glorious. Oh sure, Jupiter had a cool hurricane and Neptune had some beautiful auroras, but the rings were stunning. On the transparent metal window panels, a green overlay of data corresponding to the shrinking planet ticked off numbers for distance and speed.  One of the lines changed from green to yellow and the large captain tugged at the collar of his tight blue flight suit. A chirp from the navigational console was followed by a more urgent beeping from the comms. He pressed a clawed finger down on a now flashing button next to him. On the small screen a lanky ferret in a crisp uniform appeared with his own image in a smaller square next to it.
“Ursa Filius this is Saturn Flight Control we have you leaving our control space on shipping lane one one oh four bound for Nereid Mining Outpost in the Neptune system with a grant for priority speed.” to this the hefty figure nodded responding “Confirmed Saturn, lane one one oh four for Nereid with priority burn”.
The ferret looked down entering the information on their end before looking up once more. “Safe journey Captain Benjamin, good luck with the shipment” Ben sat back in his chair having reached the end of formalities. “Thank you, Saturn, Ursa Filius out”.  Importantly he watched for the communications interlink light to blink off, indicating that Flight Control had closed the line. He’d made the mistake of not doing that once only to have his partner crack a joke about the operator that nearly got them banned from Ceres Station. The light blinking out was more than just a closed commlink it meant freedom. 
In planetary space unexpected inspections were common and he had to be available at a moment’s notice to answer flight control, but interplanetary space had fewer restrictions. Case in point, Ben pulled the zipper on the too tight flight suit freeing his gut and bits from the confines and breathing easier. He tossed the offending garment on his partner’s usual seat reaching the back environmental systems to drop the artificial gravity. The bear loved the sensation of Zero G and reveled in the chance to float about the cabin. He made one more look at the navconn, safety first after all. He pulled himself out of the control pit and down to the living space. Setting his foot paws down on the floor of the lounge where the AG was still in place, he stretched his aching back. Ben imagined the crackling of his spine echoing off the walls. 
“Ok time for coffee and lunch” He clapped his paws together and made a bee line for the drink dispenser keying in his selection before a cup began filling. The smell of the brew was thrilling, his mouth watered and his body relaxed, deep down he knew it was a mild addiction response but Ben waved the thought off while scratching his ass cheek. “Damn those suits suck gotta try to find a better cloth” he yawned taking the hot cup and sat down on the lounge bench happy to zone out to the telecast. 
It was a few hours later that groggy eyes cracked open. The ursine Hauler sat up on the lounge seat frowning at the now cold coffee, at least he felt pretty refreshed. He reached down adjusting his balls to make standing up safe. He yawned again this time feeling awake and ready to go, on the small screen he had been watching, the time and elapsed travel time was displayed. Twenty three hours into the weeklong trip, not bad at all considering that trip would normally have taken two almost three weeks. Full burn in the shipping lanes was reserved for specific situations to avoid collisions mid transit and this run got him the priority classification. He was pleased with the pay too and the fact that he would be meeting his buddy out in Neptune for a two-man cargo run back to Saturn. These two jobs would cover the last of his payments on the Filius and pay for some creature comforts to be installed. The door to the lavatory was opened already along with the one to his bedroom. Benjamin left these open when he hauled alone as privacy wasn’t a concern and on top of that if he happened to drink a bit too much he didn’t want to run an obstacle course reaching the toilet that he now stood before. 
Relaxing he shivered a bit as he relieved himself chuckling as the smell of coffee was strong in his urine. The toilet was taller than most because Ben had chosen it for his own frame instead of the average units designed to appeal to a wider variety of furs. It included a funnel and suction feature to allow for “excretion without gravity” as the salesman had proclaimed. He twisted a nob and the bowl drained.   ‘One more day to myself then required maintenance, then another day off and then back into the suit for landing’ it was an easy run no doubt and so short he wouldn’t have laundry, water reclamation, or co2 scrubber clean out work. The naked bear danced a little in the passage to the lower cargo hold while singing “the dock crew can do all o dat work” He laughed at himself heading down the ramp. Drinking was frowned upon and going on a bender and missing your check in times could get your shipping license revoked but Ben had a good rep with the transit authority and on your down days what was a bear to do? A little buzz wouldn’t hurt just had to have the bottle locked up by tomorrow's check in and checkup. 
The tequila was a favorite of his imported from Earth and long lasting if you’re chasing a quick bit of fun. It was also wise to have some drinks on board, while docked the local bars got pricey plus a little more social lubricant in case you brought some one back for an evening never hurt. He reached the landing for the main cargo hold peeking into the hall to look at the hefty medical containers taking up a relatively small portion of the bay. It was weird to see such an empty room but that’s what priority rates bought you. He carried on to the personal storage deck only to find a drink thermos left on the floor. 
“fuckin dockies littering in my private hold!” the priority shipment required a full dock check of the ship for approval otherwise the private hold would have stayed locked during loading. “Give em an inch and they shit all over the place” he growled at an imaginary companion. Before picking up the bottle. With renewed vigor the bear marched to the wall locker tapping in a code with his free paw. The magnetic lock released and he retrieved the opened liquor bottle sloshing with its golden drink. He turned and with a leg slammed the locker shut to drive home his indignation at the invasion of his private cargo space. 
Back in the lounge the Ben was engrossed with playing a retro game on the bench. The controller limited your input and the game environment had very restricted interactivity. It was a fraction of what the installed VR system could produce but he was still deeply enthralled. As a loading screen came up, he poured another shot of the tequila which was already well in his system. “Salute!” he exclaimed to the empty room before throwing it back. This time the unpleasant burn was duller, more distant than the previous shots and now a warmth spread to his limbs. This was perhaps more than he should have drunk. He corked the bottle and took it and the shot glass to the kitchen space placing both in the secured cabinet. Standing had burred his vision a little and now the numbing had made its way to his head. “hehe” he giggled realizing he was light headed. ‘Light, huh yeah that would be fun” came the thought. 
On the wall he accessed the environmental system and dropped the gravity everywhere but the cargo hold. Quickly he found his butt bouncing off the ceiling as he floated about the lounge unburdened. From wall to wall and back. Down the ramps to the bottom hold and shooting back up at top speed. He had been born and raised on Mars but nothing beat zero G. Like a superhero he flew about and, unlike a superhero, he hit his head, shins, and tail on the various bulkheads. Once more he navigated his way to the private hold frowning as a nutrition bar wrapper now passed his head. “Great more trash” he decided that if tomorrow’s work turned up anymore, he was reporting it to Saturn. Mimas Station was small but always did good work, someone must be new. As he held the trash suspended, feet to the ceiling the hefty bear pulled his legs to his chest and farted. It wasn’t much but the gas managed to thrust him close enough to push off the floor and aim to head up the ramp. His mood turned for the better again as Ben remembered the first time, he’d seen some one fart in zero G. Yeshin Was a stout lion in his early twenties when they met on a two-man run for the old company. They celebrated the midpoint of the trip with half a handle of bourbon each. One poorly timed fart had left the kid floating in the middle of the bay. Ben had to get him down with a stick. This was why the Filius had a telescoping net hung in the cargo bay. 
Forcing the flatulence had an unintended consequence, Ben now had to pee and felt the added pressure in his bowels. “Well, aint gonna do that down here” though he had always wondered what taking a leak untethered would do propulsion wise. As he made his way up the levels his needs became all the more urgent. Using a handle bar at the lounge entrance he swung himself in an ark to the door of the lavatory Where he pushed himself in and to the back wall where the toilet was mounted. Off kilter from the booze, he had to focus on positioning and securing himself to the bench. His rounded ears picked up the slight sound of the gentle suction below him. Next to him the urine hose floated unsecure. With one paw he held his soft dick and with the other positioned the funnel to catch the liquid. He sighed having gotten into place just in time then closed his eyes relaxing. The flow from his bladder quickened as he began pushing out a log. On the soft fur of his face the bear felt something. He opened his eyes and there was a bead of liquid in front of his face. He looked down but the funnel was doing its job and he was aiming right so how had this happened? Higher there was another bead and then another and “WHAT THE FUCK!” Benjamin jerked back as he looked up. On the ceiling by the shower head floated a grey hyena boy, his pants tangled around his legs with one paw holding on to the shower head and the other clamped on his crotch.