Ship status: According to the 2nd in command, simply known as Space Cadet, the ship is currently stuck adrift in space due to unforeseen complications with the engine and major systems, minus oxygen circulation. Repairs are being attempted but outlook looks grim. Ship repair crew is being ordered to their general location. 


ETA of repair ship: less than 2 hours. 


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        ‘Unbelievable’ The head of the ship, the mighty and courageous Duck Dodgers thought to himself as he sat in his chair. 


The room he was nearly pitch black. Only dimly lit by what was deemed necessary by the backup power to give some light and keep the oxygen system for several days if necessary. That along with the stars surrounding them in space kept the duck commander from being engulfed in borning darkness.


To help alleviate the constant boredom, he would spin around in his chair, just doing something, anything to keep his mind off the lack of noise, light, action and growing heat. 


Still spinning in his chair, the created breeze did little to keep him cool in the increasingly warmer environment. He heaved an annoyed sigh as he opened his suit up, letting his feathers breath and let some of the sweat that’s been gathering out. 


        ‘Power had to break down before I could even make a deep space smoothie. Wonder what the cadet is fiddling with back there?’ Using his noggin a little more than was normal for him, he couldn’t help but wonder over what was happening back in the engine room. Other than the occasional rattle, clang or some other metallic sound, it was quite. 


Other than watching the endless abyss of constantly expanding space, his only other option was to sit back, crack open a guide book or watch the cadet work.


Two seconds after the thought crossed his mind, he sat up and began heading towards the engine room. The whole walk through he couldn't help but zip himself down further, trying to alleviate the heating issue that grew stronger the closer he came to the engines. He’d go further, but the result would be a violation of galactic conduct #437871428740. Even if it was just him and his portly partner, it would still be a violation, especially with his by the books partner. 


        ‘KLANG!’
        “S-son-sonof-son-of-a-son-sonof-busted plasma wrench!” 


He flinched as he heard the loud klang echo down the spacious halls with the not so subtle sound of an angry pig. The further he went, the closer the sounds of machines being tested and fiddled with became. 


Duck Dodgers finally came upon the site of his purple suited portly, porky cadet working on the reactor. He was working so hard he barely took notice of his captain standing in the doorway and watching him work. With every grunt, breath of air and exercise he was being put through, the captain couldn’t help but watch the rotund backside jiggle. Being so close to the reactor was like working in an old school coal mine, leaving the cadet to swim around in his own sweat, causing his already skin tight suit to stick to his skin. 


        “Need to get the adapter connected now…” Porky muttered. He stopped for a moment to wipe his brow and chugging from a bottle that was close by. “Ah jeepers!” As the words left his lips, a silent alarm went off, indicated by the flashing red light marked with the word “DANGER” in bold, hard to miss wording. “Gotta get this fixed as-asa-as-as-soon!”


Even with his life in danger, Duck Dodgers was more focused on the plump, sweaty backside of his cadet. The way his spacesuit stuck to his skin left very little to the imagination, especially as he attempted to fix the engine. The added, danger was only making the fearless, peerless and famous duck all the more excited. The hard working Cadet was so focused on the task at hand, he didn’t hear the zip of space suite being opened further. Nor did he hear the drips of sweat coming off from the now free cock.


Though some under the table genetic modification, Duck Dodgers was well endowed with a matching pair of eggs that now bulged obscenely from his normally spacious suite. With no hesitation, he approached the hard working cadet and unceremoniously pulled his pants down, exposing the plump pair of his desires.


In panic, the Porky cadet fumbled with a wrench, catching it and holding it in his hands. He turned to see his Captain, exposed and rubbing his shaft onto him. 


        “C-Captain there’s no time for that! The reactor is almost collapsing!” With the impending danger in mind, he began frantically working on the machine.


        “Trust me Cadet, I got this.” With no sense of fear, he continued sliding across the warm, wet pink landscape, throbbing with excitement and fueled by adrenaline. He continued sliding across the wet valley, admiring his own excited meat and the electric sensations that fed back with every stroke. He pulled his hands away and let his hips do all the work and watched unobscured.


To his Credit, the Cadet was hurriedly working, overclocking his mind for a myriad of ways to fix the situation, even with his captain sexually assaulting him at the moment. Steam began billowing out from the piping that lead up to the reactor, hitting the pair with gusts of warm muggy air. A few of these blasts happen to strike the captain’s cock, further tantalizing him and warming the sweet meat that held him. The room itself was like a metalic sauna, reeking of a sweating pig, an aroused duck and the succulent scent of men that turned the captain into a complete sex freak.


        “Ahhh yeah…” The words hissed out from his bill like the steam pleasuring him.


        “Come on! Where is it…?! AHA!” After digging through the tool box (ha), The cadet found the appropriate one he was looking for. ‘All I need to do is turn this noaaaaaaah!’ Suddenly, he spasmed, dropping the wrench with an unwanted intruder invading him from the rear. Porky tried to grab it but the sweat accumulating at his hooves, along with his pulled down pants caused him to slide downward, the perfect position for the lucky duck.


Duck Dodgers didn’t miss a beat. 


He hopped on top and easily slide his cock as deep as he could, thinking he hit the bottom of the piggy belly. Fulled wrapped around the hot hole he’s been craving he humped away, no class or care. The Cadet had to fight to keep himself from going cross eyed, desperately trying to keep focus. 


His tight hole was a perfect match for his captain. The fat, bulging tip tapped at the perfect spot, causing the cadet’s own cum to sputter out by force with every heavy pounding. The fat balls that dangled from inside the suite would hit with enough force to make his own ache. Dodges wasn’t a gentle lover by any means. The closest thing to ‘caring’ is him holding him tightly from behind but only so he had the necessary leverage to really start fucking his hole like a horny teenager. He wasn’t going slow either. It was at this time he was thankful for his own fragrant sweat for providing some relief to his stretched hole.


        “Tighter than my hands by a fat pink margin cadet!” Dodgers complemented as he pressed down, grinding into the depths and making more spunk ooze out from the Cadet. 


        “C-Captain! If I d-d-doooon’t fix this soon, we’ll be out of or-or-or-or-our spatial coordinates!” Even with his captain on his quite literal back, the Cadet crawled forward, trying to ignore the sliding of his own cock against the ground or his captain’s forcefully pushing his cum out with every deep, gut wrenching grind. 


All the while this was happening, the ship was beginning to move, adjacent to the nearest star due to the force of gravity. Feeling the subtle shit from the floor, the Cadet tried to rise to the occasion but was hampered by his humping captain laying into him from behind. Alternating between deep impactful thrusts and quick sharp pumps, he was stuck between the floor and a sweaty cock. 


The room itself became hotter, turning both of them into sopping wet sacks of skin tight suits with hot wet flesh against flesh and feathers sticking together. Every moment was rewarded with the sounds of slick soaked meat being slapped by black, matted down feathers and the low hanging sack sealed by the suite. 


        “You feel like a hot, meaty marshmallow Cadet! I could get used to this.” Just to emphasize his point he flexed inside the tight ring of muscles holding him, feeling the resistance and rumbles all along his shaft. 


Not wanting their last moments to be in a sweat soaked embrace, Cadet tensed every muscle, forcing himself up with the captain piggy backing on him. With the necessary tools in hand, he walked towards the reactor, all the while squeezing down on the captain’s meat with his own succulent ass, sucking it down with every step forward. 


        “That’s my cadet!” Dodgers complemented with a smile on his face. He could already feel himself throbbing harder and harder, balls tightening up. He tightened the hold around the purple suited pink pig,  daring not to let go even with him moving and the ship shifting the two of them around as it was destabilizing in deep space. Dodgers heard something sparking, probably from the cockpit. But to him, it might as well be in the back of his mind as the intense heat was quickly building up from the base of his stomach.


        “Gotta… Finish…!” The Cadet struggled to grasp the pipe, holding not only himself but the captain as well.


        “Oh me to Cadet! I’m right there! Gimme one…. MORE…!” 


Dodgers didn’t bother moving anymore, only holding himself in place as he quickly approached the end. Just as the Cadet made the final necessary twist of a screw with the plasma wrench, the red lights turned into a calming green. The flash of green light was quickly followed by Darkness as Porky clenched his eyes shut at the intense backdraft of seed that began filling his guts. Dodgers mutations weren’t just in size and density but output as well. The Cadet could only let out a whimper along with his own seed in response to the heavy padding that expanded from the deepest pits of his stomach, going in places he’s never felt being explored by anyone other than himself during the late nights when he’s worked himself up. 


The pressure didn’t stop building until the Captain gave a sigh of relief, not from having his life saved but finally getting his rocks off. Very hard judging by the amount. After a few minutes of letting his own heart recover, the porky cadet took a deep breath.


        “C-Captain! This was a g-g-gro-gross violation of galactic space crew treatment! You’ve not only sexually assaulted me but you endangered the bb-b-both of us in the middle of deep space with a broken reactor! We’re lucky that the ship itself didn’t get caught to deep into a star or planets gravity range! What do you have to say for yourself?!” 


        “...”


        “Captain Dodgers?”


        “...” 


        “Y-you’re asleep aren’t you?”


        “Zzzz….ZzzZzzZzzzzzZzz….”


        “You couldn’t have at least pulled out of me?” Porky flexed ass, feeling the softened cock stir slightly to life. “Well, with the reactor back to working order, the ship will be go back into a stable position so I guess there’s nothing to worry about now. Aside from clean up that is.”


        “Attention, we’re with the repair crew! We’re about to come aboard and fix up the reactor so you don’t have any future issue! Shouldn’t take anymore than a few minutes!”


All Porky could do as he heard the footsteps approach was utter the following phrase:


        “Son of a bitch.”