It had been several hours since the duo had escaped from the exploding planet shard that housed the experimental research lab. They had managed to make it out together with the data chip to complete Leo’s mission safely in paw. Unfortunately, the dragon was still trapped within Echo, the sentient, inflatable environmental suit powered by mysterious alien technology. Mikey’s starship had been lost in the destruction as well, along with most of his possessions. The craft was insured since the bunny was on a rescue operation, but Captain Irving promised to do everything in his power to pay his new friend back for rescuing him from the endless torment of being trapped in the capsule with a large enough reward to buy him a newer, better ship anyway. To the drake’s surprise, however, Mikey didn’t seem particularly bothered by the loss. He had instead spent every minute since boarding the wyrm’s vessel entranced by Echo.

The lapine had worked up such a sweat exploring every exposed panel, cable, and circuit with every tool that he had at his disposal that he eventually stripped off his own environmental suit to avoid his only set of clothes getting covered in grease and grime. This left him dressed only in his underwear, a once-white tank top and matching boxer-briefs, each smeared of oil from wiping his paws clean. He had a lithe, sinewy form and had to keep flipping his ears out of his face as he labored. It seemed he was as much as a wizard with computers and machinery as Leo was himself. This was good, since the getup that encased his reptilian host was a mix of industrial design- valves and rubber and brass- with advanced programming and robotics that was well above both of their considerable levels of expertise. The wyrm attempted to help, but the puffy suit made it difficult for him to reach and move, especially in the tight confines of the ship.

They had made a few discoveries over the course of their efforts. Mobility became less of an issue when they learned that the primary pressure valve around the waist of the soft, pillowy suit was not an all-or-nothing contraption. They could manipulate it either by gradually turning it manually or by giving Echo commands to deflate to a lesser volume if they wanted. As much as Leo enjoyed being cradled by the plush contours of the fully inflated bodysuit, they found it much easier for him to maneuver when they significantly decreased the pressure. There was a minimum pressure, so Leo was never without thick pockets of air cushioning every angle of his physique.

Echo didn’t fight against them or disobey their commands. Oftentimes it was even attentive to their desires. The only time it seemed obstinate was when they were actively trying to remove it. Sometimes audibly, with its modulated voice, sometimes in text on the holographic HUD that it displayed before Leo’s snoot. It would again and again inform the mercenary dragon that it was programmed to prioritize his safety above all else, followed by his happiness. It had judged his slight stature, including his tendency to slouch or shrink away from contact, and his rather embarrassing issue of being thoroughly unable to control his bladder and bowels to require continuous care, overriding the adventurer’s wishes to remove it, if even just temporarily. 

Leo had developed an unusual relationship with the AI. It was truly marvelous. It eliminated his need to wear diapers and triggered all sorts of sexual desires within him, but artificial intelligences were illegal in every known galactic system and federation. If he were discovered to be in possession of one, things would go very poorly for him. Echo was not a subtle program. It regularly, openly stated its intentions and vocalized its logic along with its prescriptions. He would risk detection and, by extension, indefinite detention anytime he directly interacted with anyone. 

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Mikey said, wiping his brow with the back of a paw holding a screwdriver. He cleaned the grease off of his other paw by wiping it on his trunks, staining the fabric with another inky smudge. “It’s not coming off anytime soon and you’re not getting full control of it. There’s a missing bit of code, but it's all in a language and number system that’s not in any known database, so I can’t patch it. Some of it translates on its own as I look through it, but it just keeps asking me for an administrative key to proceed. I can give the plasma torch another go if you want.”

“It’s all right. Let’s call it a day for now. Between the escape and working on this I’m pretty exhausted,” Leo responded. He glanced up at his new friend with the ghost of a smile playing at the edge of his muzzle. “Maybe sleeping on it will give us some new ideas. We have weeks until we make it back anyway.”

As soon as he looked back to him, the drake knew that he shouldn’t have. Seeing the bunny’s half-naked form with what little clothing he wore clinging tightly to his body elicited an immediate response from the wyrm. His heart fluttered at seeing his handsome rescuer so casually standing there. With the suit on, he wouldn’t be able to alleviate his baser urges without Echo helping, and history suggested that Echo wasn’t likely going to keep it a simple ordeal.

“Increase in heart rate and blood pressure detected,” the suit stated, as if on cue.

The lizard rolled his eyes and groaned, hoping to escape before the intelligent suit gave anything further about his infatuation away.

Mikey cocked his head to the side and brushed his floppy ear back over his shoulder.

“You feeling okay?”

“I’m alright. Just need to get some rest,” he responded, unplugging the cords that the lagomorph had plugged into Echo and moving to step past Mikey.

It was unfortunate that his vessel was barely large enough for a crew of two, and they had to push past one another for the scaled anthro to get by. The press of their bodies caused the padded suit to distend and stretch. An opened pack of diapers was along the narrow walkway in the middle of the floor from where Leo had last left them when he changed before departing his ship to explore the university. He was grateful that he had verdant green scales that hid his severe blushing, having completely forgotten that he left the embarrassing attire out in the open. He used his booted talon to shove the package back beneath a nearby console.

'At least I didn’t need to worry about putting a fresh one of these on before heading to my bunk,' he thought. In the time he had been held captive he had actually gotten used to relieving himself as needed and letting the suit take care of what happened. Thankfully, he wasn’t being fed his piss anymore and he still wasn’t entirely sure what happened to his messes. He considered asking Mikey if he had figured it out, but the embarrassment over the matter was too much for him to actually follow through with it. 

“Pheromone concentration rising,” Echo added when he was nearly through the sliding door into the next room. He paused, tense, to see if the gray-furred hare would say anything, but Mikey remained tactfully silent. 

Leo began moving again, trying to dart through the door and wanting to bash his head against the ship’s hull in embarrassment. He still felt his erection growing against the interior of the suit and knew what it was going to put him through if he didn’t manage to quell it quickly. Experiencing that when his friend and rescuer was in such close proximity would be a very awkward experience. 

“Hey,” the bunny stopped him just before he disappeared into the next room. Mikey rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “This is a bit embarrassing, but...can I borrow some of your diapers, since you don’t seem to need them at the moment?”

That was an odd and unexpected request. The drake paused, but didn’t turn back to look at his fellow adventurer.

“Uh, sure, I guess,” he replied, uncertain if it was appropriate to ask the reason. The way the rabbit was confidently wearing his form-hugging underwear suggested that he didn’t need them. Leo had to force the image of the contours of the hare’s crotch, outlined in the taut fabric, from his mind lest Echo start milking him then and there.

Mikey sensed his confusion and with little hesitation, explained himself. His tone was notably much more shy and subdued than normal.

“I sometimes have trouble at night, and I’d rather not ruin your bunk is all. Especially since I’ll be sleeping in there for a while. At least until we get back to a space station to collect,” he offered. There was a slight pinkish tinge to his inner ears, but he managed to get through the confession with only marginal embarrassment. It helped knowing that his shipmate had similar, albeit worse, problems along the same lines.

Leo was strangely pleased upon hearing the admission. He did feel terrible for Mikey, having experienced the same burning shame himself, but at the same time he had never known another anthro who required padding as an adult and liked that he wasn’t alone in his humiliating predicament. He suddenly felt a bit closer to the lapine after his disclosure. The dragon was careful not to let Mikey see him smile as he continued on down the hallway toward the bunks, feeling that it might be construed as rude. The bunny didn’t follow him immediately, and the drake was tucked in his bed by the time the door slid open again a while later for Mikey to wander in. The wyrm was still very much awake. He had grown used to standing in a very specific position while sleeping during his recent captivity, and even though laying down was definitely more comfortable, it was difficult to squeeze the cumbersome environmental suit into a bunk without feeling claustrophobic.

He watched the hare enter with half lidded eyes. Mikey had indeed donned one of the diapers. He had a similarly slender build to the drake and they fit him well. The crisp white plastic stood out starkly against his drab fur. He still wore his tank top over his upper half, and it brushed along the waist of his protection with each step he took, making an audible rustling. As he climbed the short ladder to the bunk above Leo’s he crinkled even more loudly.

The captain got a very close up view of his partner’s padded crotch. It was inexplicably erotic to see him wearing a bulky diaper instead of his previous underwear. The tapes were placed with precision and care, suggesting that he regularly stretched them into place. 

“Mild physical arousal detected,” Echo beeped, making the rabbit pause and the reptile go rigid with mortification. “Patterns indicate that the presence of the lifeform designated ‘Mikey’ is the source of repeated stimulation.”

Irving wanted to curl up from embarrassment after hearing the announcement. He did his best to remain still and quiet, hoping desperately to feign sleep and not have to acknowledge the statement.

The lagomorph quickly clambered into bed and graciously kept quiet about what he had heard. He wasn’t willing to lie to himself. He knew he found the small dragon cute from the moment he freed him from the capsule in the lab. He would be more than happy to spend a night or several in his arms. And after hours learning that they had much in common (a sincere interest in tech and space exploration, and a need for diapers to varying degrees) that carnal attention also included a budding romantic interest. He knew that circumstances made that seem like a poor idea. Not only where they currently engaged in work together, but Echo complicated matters immensely. It was exciting nonetheless to hear that at least on a physical level, Leo was as entranced by him as he was by the other mercenary.

Somehow both eventually managed to drift off to sleep.

The bunny’s rest was fitful. With thoughts of his new friend lingering on his mind his dreams rapidly grew sexual in nature. He dreamt that he was in bed, naked, beside and equally nude Leo Irving. He had only ever seen the dragon from the neck up due to Echo’s unyielding hold, but with the biological data he had been given during his rescue briefing he was able to piece together a titillating image of the lithe reptile in his mind. He imagined his paws were roaming over the smooth, overlapping emerald scales of his sides and shoulders- across the softer tan scales from beneath his chin down to trace the hollow of his throat. It wasn’t hard to picture the way those velvety scales stretched down toward his stomach and groin. He could almost smell his wild shock of feathery, pecan hair and feel the weight of his tail curling over and around his bare leg as he leaned in for a kiss. He envisioned the handsome young drake closing the distance between them too. He yearned for the touch of the sharp-featured dragon’s lips against his own.

His cock stiffened. He felt his member throb with each heartbeat as it hardened to its full six and a half inches. In his dream, he saw the phantom of Leo reach a claw down wrap it around his erection, gripping it firmly in his fist. 

Then his mind slowly shifted. The image of the drake wavered and changed until it included him with his puffy suit. They were suddenly standing a few meters apart and the wyrm started shuffling toward him. He was waddling due to the suit thickness and blushing with shy embarrassment over his awkward gait. He reached up with both draconian claws before cupping Mikey’s cheeks with them and squeezing playfully. His talons were covered in invitingly soft, white rubber, with just the right amount of squishiness and warmth to them to be utterly delightful. Leo gloved fingers crawled over his naked body. He moved them as if they were walking with two digits. His face was a flirtatious mask as he impishly drew them down over the lapine’s flat stomach, pausing only to poke it teasingly, before moving further down. Eventually they reached to his penis and strolled to the tip. He then drummed all of his fingertips along the length.

The horny rabbit huffed heavily as Leo strummed along his erection, and Leo's face was smirking just a bit more seductively with each gentle tap.

He stroked him several times before motioning for the rabbit to roll over with the twirl of his forefinger. Mikey did as instructed and felt his shaft grind against the mattress beneath him as he presented his rump. The dragon started to climb onto him from behind and positioned himself with one foot talon planted next to the lapine while he remained kneeling on the other. Just as he lined his own pulsing erection up beneath the rabbit’s upturned tail, Mikey’s otherworldly dream-logic not taking into account how he would do such a thing while wearing Echo, the bunny woke up, sweating and panting.

He was in the posture he had assumed in his dream, face down into the pillow with his hindquarters raised. His rigid maleness throbbed ravenously in his diaper, thrust against the thick padding. He reached into the front of his diaper, his paw slipping past the ruffled waist to grip his swollen shaft. The diaper was thick and heavy, suggesting that he had wet himself, like usual, in the night. He adjusted his needy body and started to massage his thrumming length, knowing that he wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep until he took care of himself.

He didn’t dwell on how bizarre the dream of submitting to the dragon while he wore his oversized environmental suit was at that moment, not while he had his aching phallus leaking a river of pre over his knuckles. He quickly stroked his cock. His paw had a very limited range of motion inside his diaper and his motions were short and furious. He was frustrated that his tight diaper stifled his masturbation and opted to withdraw his paw, letting the scent of his pre grow a bit too strong with the limited airflow in the bunks. He started to grind himself into the mattress, manipulating his body as though he were getting fucked from behind and picking up where his fantasy left off. His penis rubbed against the soggy lining of his diaper and into the bed, causing the steel supporting it aloft to creak a little too loudly as he moved.

He bit his lower lip as he groaned softly. His breath grew ragged from the pleasure and exertion. The humping brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

Leo had always been a light sleeper, but the addition of the suit made it difficult for him to hit a truly deep slumber. He woke in the darkness to hear the bed squeak just above him. The bunny’s stifled moans didn’t have to carry far to reach him. The dragon almost gasped in shock when he realized what was happening. Heat rushed to his loins, and he felt his own penis begin to stir. He grew harder each time the bunk shifted and with each soft murr the rabbit made. 

He was fully rigid in seconds. His hardness pressed needfully against Echo’s interior. He reached down with a gloved talon and rubbed the plush material against himself. His trembling cock slid against the sleek fabric interior, slick with his gushing pre. Hearing the hare above him pleasure himself while thinking Leo was asleep made it impossible not to ache with need. He was enraptured with arousal as he sniffed Mikey’s horny scent in the air. With the scant airflow through the bunk, it lingering intoxicatingly.

“Extremely high levels of physical stimulation detected. Allow me to assist you,” Echo stated. Its robotic voice was punctuated with a static pop. It almost cooed as if it were speaking from the position of a caregiver in a hushed tone, but the modulated vocals couldn’t speak in a low enough register that his companion’s sensitive ears couldn’t overhear. The creaking and moaning above abruptly ceased. Leo’s face burned fiercely. His only consolation was that the randy lagomorph was sure to be as embarrassed as he was. Still, the drake had other things on his mind.

The suit took in air, ballooning ever-so-slightly around his arms and constricting his range of motion. Echo lifted his free claw to his mouth and thrust his fingers inside, forcing him to suckle on the rubbery digits or choke on them in a pacifying technique that it had used on him before. The plump material made him shudder and fidget, and he hated himself for enjoying it so much on a purely carnal level. It continued to make him massage the bulge in the lower half of the suit. Even with the excess bulk of the air swelling the already plush suit he could see the lump of his phallus pressing out hard against the fabric by the dim glow of his omnipresent HUD.

Echo made him wrap his fingers halfway around his engorged length, unable to grip any tighter through the suit without forcing his cock to shift away and be fumbled for again. There was a sudden and delightful vibration against the underside of the crown of his penis as some unseen mechanism whirred to lift and reverberated against it. Irving couldn’t help but groan loudly in pleasure and surprise. The AI’s impressive sensors knew just where to tease his erection to tantalize him.

Mikey heard the commotion beneath him. He recalled earlier when they had first boarded the ship Leo had described to him the repeated cycles of pleasure that Echo had put him through to occupy his time and fulfill his baser needs. He knew another round was starting, and while he felt a bit guilty the idea of only inches away, the handsome dragon would be brought to completion only aroused him further. With the erotic sounds of sentient suit’s command over its host echoing around the small sleeping chamber, Mikey went back to grinding and thrusting. His own fantasies were enhanced by the noise coming from below. He incorporated each moan, gasp, buzz, and click into his fantasies.

The faintly industrial resonance of Echo’s machinations made his mental image take on progressively even more qualities of the suit; the idea of cables coiling around him, hoses attaching to him, and probes entering him as a surrogate lover for the spacer who had donned it. The dragon was ostensibly his mate in this dream of his, but the utility and functions of the suit were varied and at his full behest. The hare gritted his teeth as he felt himself draw close to the point of no return. His humping grew erratic to the point of having no rhythm, merely endless grinding and pawing.

Meanwhile, Echo slid a ribbed tube down over the wyrm’s hardness. It continued to vibrate against him while simultaneously stroking him as if he were using a masturbator sleeve. The suit focused more on his long term pleasure than bringing him to immediate orgasm, although it was so adept at pawing him off with its finely tuned instruments and hyper-aware AI that it managed to do both to an amazing degree. A slender hose eventually ejected from the wide, brass collar of his environmental suit and slithered along the back of the glove that was wedged in his muzzle. He had experienced this countless times in the last several days and knew what came next. 

He unleashed a deep, throaty snarl as he made it to his climax. As he came, his thoughts were centered squarely on the handsome rabbit above him. His cum splattered into the tube sheathing his phallus. With a suction that pulled on his sensitive, spent length, it siphoned off his ejaculate. Moments later the cooling, salty morsel was delivered into his maw via the tentacle-like hose. He swallowed his own spunk, regretting that he always came so generously. 

Hearing his friend orgasm and smelling the distinctive odor in the air gave the bunny the final push he needed. His cock erupted thick ropes of semen. Several strong pulses were delivered directly into the already damp lining of his diaper, and his muscles tensed as he quivered through the blissful release. Once he stopped spasming from his climax he slumped weakly against the bed, his weight resting against his chest and shoulders. His softening cock felt slimy from the cooling spunk pooling around it in his padding, but he figured he would clean himself up in the morning in the ship’s shower. He drifted back off to sleep, exhausted, and dreamt of the thick, suited body of his friend curled up comfortably around him, the plush Echo making an inviting cocoon-like cushion.

Leo stayed awake for longer. He wondered how awkward the next morning would be between them. Each certainly knew about the other’s activities. 

‘What did that mean?’ The dragon wracked his brain.

Was Mikey as interested in him as he was in the hare? And how would Echo’s presence interfere. He was worried to show his interest. Mikey was one of the few mercs that was as competent with obscure tech as he was, and he was willing to expose his vulnerabilities by asking for a diaper, something that would shame most adventurers. At the same time, the suit might not ever get removed if they couldn’t replicate this “administrative key” that they needed. If a fledgeling relationship blossomed between them it would flounder and fail when true sex could not occur.

He idled on this fretting, but at some point he nodded off again. The next thing he knew the alarm was blaring for them to rise.

When Leo leaned out and peeked above to the top bunk, he had found that the lapine had already slipped out of bed before the dragon woke up and must be in the small recreation area of the starship (a bit of misnomer since it was scarcely a couple of square meters with a table and chairs), just enough space for dining and maybe playing a small game.

The drake’s mouth was dry since he had inadvertently fallen asleep with his gloved talons still in his mouth. The taste of his own semen lingered on his tongue and he desperately needed a drink before Echo decided to hydrate him with his own urine. He bashfully approached the door of the sideroom. It was slid open halfway and sure enough, Mikey sat at the table, having found himself something to eat. He hadn’t yet dressed and was still in his tank top and diaper from the previous night. The padding was now yellowed and heavy from use. He was surprisingly not self-conscious about the embarrassing attire as he nibbled on an unimpressive dried nut- and oat-bar, but he seemed far away in his thoughts. The mercenary was undeniably handsome with his pensive expression, and from years of wearing them himself, the protection was hardly something to detract from his seductive appearance.

“Blood pressure rising,” Echo chimed in, alerting Mikey to Leo’s presence.

The lagomorph shook himself to his senses as Leo entered, and tactfully inched his chair more under the table to cover his shame.

“I, uh, didn’t think you’d be up yet, otherwise I’d have gotten dressed,” he said, muzzle tweaked into a half-smile. The bunny tried, unsuccessfully, to close his legs, but the bulk of his sodden diaper prevented it. He flashed a broader, self-deprecating smile and slid himself further under the table to better hide his spent padding. 

“So...about last night…” Leo started, but was unsure about what he wanted to say. They had heard each other get off only inches from one another. You could cut the sexual tension that now hung awkwardly in the air between with a laser knife. It begged to be addressed. 

“Life in close quarters aboard a starship. It happens. Doesn’t have to be weird,” Mikey offered, attempting to dismiss the situation. He was still processing his strange fantasy where the captain took center-stage while wearing Echo, rather than going without it. He tried to reason with himself that it was the only way he had ever actually seen the adventurer he had saved, but his fledgling arousal when he saw the invitingly comfy suit complicated matters. It drew his attention immediately noticing the wyrm’s presence that morning. Even as he saw the handsome dragon, standing there in his partially deflated environmental suit with its remarkable sentience and alien tech, Mikey felt a surge of heat in his groin.

“Sensors indicate that the subject ‘Mikey’ is also releasing pheromones associated with mating, and its pupils are dialating, signifying attraction,” the suit chirped.

Leo’s eyes widened in surprise. He had known that he was attracted to his savior, but hadn’t known for sure that the lagomorph felt the same way about him. In all honesty, the drake hadn’t fully sorted out his own feelings. Between the unending encasement in a technological marvel that kept him in a constant state of semi-arousal and seeing the sexy rabbit, he had scarcely had a moment since his freedom from the pod without feeling horny and on edge.

It would be too forward of him to suggest that they stay together long term if only to see if a relationship between them could go anywhere. They had decided to team up long enough to get their payout and Mikey suggested that he hang around longer to study the strange workings of Echo, but a commitment beyond that would take serious conversation and introspection and they had only just met. Irving worried what life with a potential mate would be like if they never hacked or cut him free of the suit’s grasp. There would never be flesh-to-flesh contact between them, and that was something most young, virile furs were unwilling to go without. 

He also worried what life would be like between them if they did manage to find a way to free him of Echo’s clutches. He had grown used to the suit cleaning his scales, caring for him- even if a few of its methods were degrading or unpleasant- and most of all, he had grown used to the loss of his bladder and bowel control being a thing of the past. He scarcely even noticed when he voided anymore, since his rig managed to deal with all of his leavings. Even though Mikey wore diapers to bed, would he grow tired or disgusted with a mate that needed to wear them full time? Who evacuated fully into them?

He looked to the hare who met his gaze in silence, then shyly turned away, leaving Echo’s last words hanging between them for far too long. Nothing could be said that wouldn’t feel forced. For a short time all that could be heard was the hum and clanking of the inner workings of the ship.

“Okay, so I like you. I guess that is hard to hide right now,” Mikey admitted. He blushed so furiously that the dragon swore he could see the crimson glow through the fur of his cheeks.

“You don’t know enough about me to say that yet,” Leo responded, still anxious over what the suit would mean for his future.

“That’s not true. I know that you’re good looking. I know that I can wear diapers to bed around you with minimal embarrassment. I know that you’re a solid adventurer. And I know that you might be the first anthro that I’ve ever met to be as into tech and equipment for its own sake as I am,” the rabbit pressed with a slight grin.

“More than you know,” the wyrm sighed. His mind turned briefly to his particular, sexual interest in technology. It was difficult for him to explain to others what it meant to be so thoroughly engaged with gadgets and circuits that he was aroused in every sense of the word merely by being around them. 

“What do you mean?”

“I might tell you later. Besides, what does me liking you and you liking me mean for our futures? We both have contracts and missions-”

“We can work together for a while. Team up and knock the whole lot of them out. Split the profits,” Mikey interjected. “See how things pan out.”

“We couldn’t do anything that mates normally do,” Leo continued as if he hadn’t made the offer. It was something he knew he desired, but was for some reason resistant to it.

“There is plenty you can still do for me, and from what you’ve told me and what I overheard last night, it sounds like Echo is more than willing to be my proxy until we find a way for you to take off that suit when you want to.”

The lizard felt his resolve crumbling when the bunny pushed himself out from the table and stood, taking a step toward him.

“Physical arousal detected,” Echo added. Leo worried that it might start taking care of his “need” that instant, since he was sure it didn’t detect any threats, but he had apparently not yet passed its seemingly arbitrary threshold for taking control of matters. He took a deep breath and tried to maintain authority over his body.

“I actually have some good news on that front,” the lapine continued. He pulled out a small data pad and showed it to the other mercenary, pressing in close against him so they could both see its tiny screen. “I had trouble staying asleep, so I got up early and poked through all of the coding that we looked into yesterday and found something interesting. A set of numbers come up again and again. They look like galactic coordinates for a planet in an unregistered system. It might be where the researchers who were studying this suit of yours found it. There is a jump gate to get us close to it, but its military-use-only by a local federation, so we might have to break some laws to use it. But it is our best chance at tracking down this administrative key.”

“I could kiss you!” Leo exclaimed. If they could find a way to reign in and redirect Echo’s programming to constantly care and nurture its host, as well as put it on and take it off at will, the dragon could have the best of both worlds. He’d be running afoul of the law no matter what, be it for keeping illicit AI (which he was loath to part with in any case) or trespassing for a warp, so the criminal aspect and danger of it didn’t matter much.

The gray-furred spacer turned to his cohort and licked his lips.

“You can if you want,” he offered, a bit shyly for his usually more upfront demeanor. 

Despite his reservations, the decision was made in an instant. With a deep breath, Leo did, turning to and pressing his muzzle firmly against his friend’s in a long, deep kiss. It began slow and strong, but the passion quickly built in intensity. Before either of them knew it the drake had his glove-clad talon on the back of his friend’s head and held him tightly there while the bunny parted his lips and let his probing reptilian tongue gain entry. Their tongues danced, fighting for dominance as they embraced and melted into one another’s arms.

They found themselves fumbling back through the open doorway and toward the bunks. The pair twirled and collapsed onto the lower bed. The rabbit’s ears flopped against the top bunk and fell onto his face as he dropped back against the mattress. He shook them away while he felt the bulk of the dragon in his puffy, inflated suit above him. Both quivered with anticipation. 

The drake’s gloved claws roamed Mikey’s body. It slid up his shirt and glided across his toned torso. Then he moved it lower, gradually approaching his naval, then his padding. He tore off the rabbit’s spent diaper and dropped it aside, revealing his throbbing maleness. His shaft leaked a thin rivulet of pre, trickling down his aching length. Leo wrapped his hand around his partner’s erection. A primal, needy moan erupted from his soon-to-be mate’s throat. The hare closed his eyes and panted. His chest heaved as he groaned with pleasure. With the plush gloves on, the wyrm’s talons were larger and softer than anything he had ever felt around his body. The material gave slightly as it compressed against his rod. It was thick, warm, and inviting- 

“Oh!” His whole body trembled to the point he thought he was going to climax immediately when Leo started to slowly massage his cock. He uttered incoherent murmurs of bliss as the hand moved up and down his penis, needing to vocalize something or he would scream. He had never felt something so pleasurable. And so powerful. The small sliver of what he learned Echo was capable of, and how it augmented his feelings for Leo was an intense aphrodisiac. 

It took every bit of will that he could muster to not buck and thrust up into the dragon’s palm and beg to climax immediately. He knew he wanted their first moments together to last and teeter on the brink for as long as possible. He craned his neck forward and rested his forehead against the pillowy cushion of the suit at the scaled anthro’s shoulder and whispered something that might have been the captain's name. Then he rolled his head back away and arched his back, bracing himself against the bed with his elbows as he grinded himself against his lover.

They paused and huffed, abruptly finding themselves staring into each other’s eyes. Leo set his jaw nervously and shyly glanced aside. He wanted to be with the handsome rabbit right now. He wanted to do all sorts of things to and with him, but when he acknowledged to himself that there was the suit still between them and only so much he could actually do he felt very self-conscious. He could feel the mechanisms of the suit work like magic around his body. The pressure valve twisted unprompted, accompanied by a soft hiss of a puff of air being drawn in. Echo swelled and shifted. It ballooned in all directions and rubbed against his sensitive flesh. A textured sleeve attached to a tube slipped over the tip of his twitching erection. 

Leo had gone so far that there was no way he was going to avoid having it take him through orgasm. As much as he wanted to continue with Mikey, he felt Echo’s looming presence. With its programmed sentience, its existence was a bit too much like a spectator for him to do more with the sexy rabbit without feeling he was being scrutinized. He paused momentarily, unsure if he should carry on and perplexed to exactly how.

The bunny’s paw ran over the suit and approached his friend’s groin. They scrabbled for his tumescence through the heavy material. 

“Why did you stop?” He rasped.

“Sorry,” the reptile responded. “It’s just a bit strange for me, wearing this rig.”

“Sensors indicate that you are experiencing high levels of arousal,” Echo stated as the hose over his erection was forced lower and tightened around him. He felt the bumps and ridges of the sleeve start to drag delightfully over his phallus. “My system also registers that you wish to bring sexual gratification to the other being present. Allow me to assist you.”

There was a whirring and suddenly a series of tubes smoothly ejected from an apparatus attached to the suit’s back. They wriggled out at all angles, forming a writhing tangle behind the dragon. One, two, three...more than a dozen in all.

“Echo? What are you doing?”

The suit continued to take on air and expand, squeezing tight around his limbs. He felt the air pockets shift to move his arms, and take control of his arms. As the tendrils started to coil around his friend’s wrists and ankles with a few of them even snaking over his prone body, the sentient suit made Leo shift lower and arch his back so that his muzzle was mere inches from the rabbit’s hard penis. It spayed a small jet of pre. The potent scent of his flesh was intoxicating. The drake’s face felt hot. If it was from the exertion, his arousal, the embarrassment of the suit making him pleasure the hare, or even just the warmth radiating from the rod at his lips he couldn’t say.

Mikey laughed mirthfully in surprise at Echo’s addition to their first, fumbling attempt at sex. It lifted him slightly, and he wasn’t quite sure if he should be happy, embarrassed, or concerned as he felt the suit suspend him as though he were weightless. This movement brought the tip of his erection in contact with the wyrm’s mouth, smearing the wet, salty treat of his pre across his muzzle. Leo gave in and licked away the pre, first from his lips and then from his partner’s glistening rod. He opened his mouth and took the bunny fully inside of it. Mikey thrust up his hips, forcing himself deep to the dragon’s inviting throat. The wet heat of his maw was tantalizing. The hare moaned as the drake’s velvety tongue rolled along his length. Leo sucked and bobbed in long slow slurps up and down the shaft.

He wrapped his long, reptilian tongue around the hardness and savored each taste of his friend. When he groaned around the bunny’s cock the vibrations of his throat threatened to bring the rabbit quickly to orgasm. Meanwhile, Echo massaged and milked Leo’s length internally, keeping him on the edge of climax, it seemed, until after he had completed his goal of pleasuring the other mercenary. Leo’s warm, plushy talon found its way beneath the hare’s spade-shaped tail and discovered his tight pucker. He prodded at it with the soft, round tip of a gloved finger. For once he was unsure if he was driven by desire and instinct, or Echo was forcing the exact motions from him.

He poked at the exposed ring of flesh, trying to wiggle his fingertip into the hole. Mikey squirmed, but the glove made his lover’s digit too large to easily thrust inside. Somehow a slick substance seeped out from within the rubbery material of the glove. The lubricated finger started to work its way in. The lagomorph gasped as he stretched around it. Once started it became easier to plunge in, and Leo buried himself to the knuckle. His one covered finger was large enough that it might as well be three from any other fur, and the lapine flexed firmly around the intrusion. Leo could feel the taut heat even through the glove. After allowing his new mate a moment’s adjustment, the drake withdrew and twisted his way back in again, brushing past the sweet spot within him. He beckoned against his lover’s prostate, making a spurt of pre erupt from each motion.

He stretched him wide, though for what he couldn’t say when the dragon’s cock was trapped within Echo.

All the while he slowly stroked the base of Mikey’s shaft as he suckled on the bunny’s erection. Finally he removed the hand that was between the rabbit’s cleft to better grip his thigh and the tone muscle of his ass. No sooner had he removed his claw than a tentacle-like hose slithered in to poke and prod and probe in his stead. The adventurer whined with want as the rubbery tip of the electronic tendril started to enter him, its girth about the same size as the gloved finger.

It undulated and expended and curved and rubbed inside of him, slinking in deep giving him pleasure like he had never known. With that final action he barreled into his climax. His whole body spasmed as he shot several ropes of sticky spunk into his friend’s maw. As he came, the environmental suit brought Leo over the brink. The wyrm struggled to keep up with swallowing while he felt himself unload into a port on the inside of Echo’s engorged confines. Mikey’s cum leaked down over his chin as he quaked while in the throes of ecstasy. When they were at last both spent, Echo allowed him to sit back up. A strand of seed and saliva glittered between his lips and the rabbit’s softening length.

The suit gently lowered the bunny back on the mattress and retracted its cables. The lapine writhed fitfully as it withdrew from his ass, leaving him feeling oddly empty for its absence despite having only been in him for a short time. Leo collapsed atop him, pressing the inflated suit against him. The pair basked in their afterglow for a long while in silence. They both mused on the strangeness of Echo acting a sexual agent between them.

The rabbit wanted to talk. He wanted to talk about serious things. About working together on a more permanent basis after the contract was complete. About finding Echo’s origin and helping Leo investigate it. About this fledgling romance blossoming between them.

But he was spent and tired. And the drake lay against him, also thinking in silence, arm draped heavily over him. Echo was inflated and soft and inviting. So instead he drifted off while snuggling into the plush suit, thinking that those conversations could wait for later.