Winston x Hammond
By Winter’s Ink

A young adolescent Winston sat in his room, fiddling with one of his many contraptions idly. He sighed, some days on the moon were harder than others and today left him particularly exhausted. The many tests had left him without energy and a rather bleak outlook. 

His chamber door slid open and someone walked in. Despite this person being his favorite scientist and really his only friend, Winston gave his namesake no more acknowledgement than a slight glance. He didn’t feel like talking. 

“I brought those parts you requested, you don’t want to know what I had to do to get them.” said Harold Winston placing a box of discarded electronics on the desk.
“...”
“Hey, you know the rules; no more tasers. Or weapons of any kind. Besides, you’ll be big soon and you won’t need to defend yourself… Understand?” Reinforced the scientist. 
Winson signed his acknowledgement.
Harold gave a disapproving look, “We have moved into the talking phase, I need verbal confirmation Winston.”
“I understand,” Winston rolled his eyes.
“Okay then come here.” Harold held out his arms for a hug. Winton got up and wrapped his arms around the tall human. Despite his crappy day he was at least thankful to have his favorite scientist around. The ape pressed his face into the lab coat and hugged tightly. The human smelt very clean, but deep under that clean smell Winston could catch just the slightest whiff of the humans true scent. He tried to hold onto that scent. 
“Okay I have to go now. You have a good night Winston.” 
And with that the ape was alone. He could hear the door mechanism lock him in his solitude. Winston placed his hand on the door, “It’s not the parts that I want..” 

The ape sulked over to his bed where he laid down trying to recall the scent of the scientist. He could feel his genitals begin to engorge. Winston had been experiencing this reaction a lot recently when considering the human. The ape watched as the only article of clothing he wore tented enticingly. Almost like he was in a trance Winston peeled off the underwear like fabric. His veiny cock tilted back and stared at him in the face. He touched a finger to the tip, it came back wet and tasted salty but not unpleasant. Winston wrapped a hand around his member. He indulged in the waves of pleasure that washed over him as his dark foreskin caressed over the gland. “Winston…” he breathed recalling the scent again. 

Something moved in the room, snapping the ape out of his euphoric stupor. He scanned to room noticing nothing out of place. Then came the sound again, something was moving inside the box Winston had brought. Before the ape could hypothesize what was in there, out jumped a rather large hamster pulling several cords out of the box with him. It was specimen 8, also known as Hammond. The only non-primate specimen on the moon and his next door neighbor. 

Remembering his nakedness, Winston felt shame wash over him and recalled what a terrible day he had just been having. The ape faced the wall, not wanting to interact with even Hammond. 

The hamster on the other hand was excitedly nibbling cords and connecting electronics with a fervor. Before long he had a speaker hooked up to one of Winston's previous contraptions. With the press of a couple buttons and one ‘Ta-da’ like squeak of accomplishment the speaker managed to produce a sound that resembled the words ‘I can Speak!’

“I need to reprogram the phonetics. It’ll sound better.” mumbled the ape. 

It was then that the excitable rodent noticed the mood. He scampered onto the bed and gently touched Winstons arm for comfort. Hammond may have been huge for a hamster but he still only came up to Winstons knees when standing. Hammond meant to look his friend in the face but found himself wide eyed and staring at the monkeys half hard and dripping package. Winston turned around further, hiding himself and ignoring the rodent who was now trying to sign something at him. Not liking being ignored Hammond bounded back over to his new vocal chords and typed ‘You like Winston?’

“Of course I like Dr. Winston. He’s my best friend.” 
“Na-uh” Hammond squeaked. Then he made a gesture that looked like he was grabbing something in front of him and thrusting his hips into it. 
“Wha- What’s that supposed to mean?” Winston wasn’t sure why but he suddenly felt very defensive. 
Hammond rolled his eyes and positioned himself in front of the ape. He pointed at Winstons leaky cock and then to his open maw and crossed his arms with a pretty definitive squeak. Winston felt his face turn the reddest it’s ever been. Flustered he stammered out “I don’t know- I’ve never-”

The small rodent saw that he was getting nowhere and climbed into the larger apes lap anyway. Winston made a little yip with surprise and uncertainty, his heart was beating so fast he wasn’t sure if it was healthy. Hammond grasped the large apes balls and rubbed his soft furred face along the length of the penis. Winston watched on in a slack-jawed bliss as his now rock hard cock smeared precum into Hammonds cheeks and face.

The rodent knew what he was doing, he worked his tongue from base to tip with his tongue, following the thick veins on Winston dark musky dick. He suckled on the foreskin that portruded past the tip, occasionally probing with his tongue to taste the source of all that delicious precum. He opens his mouth wide and takes the entire head into his maw, peeling back the foreskin as he does so. WInston audibly gasps at the intense pleasure. “Hammond,” The two meet eyes, Winston's glasses have fogged over and his eyes are swimming with pleasure, “Don’t stop,” He breathes. 

Winston reaches a hand down between his legs and unclips Hammonds jumpsuit, which had been done up in the back so the hamster couldn’t get out of the ‘safety orange’ uniform. Winstons outstretched hand is almost as big as the rodents head as he scratches behind Hammonds ears and down his back, eventually making it down to the poofy little tail. The hamster is now bobbing up and down on the larger apes rod, letting the head go in and out of his spacious storage cheeks. Winston is rocking his hips in time with the talented rodent, causing him to make unintelligible grunts with each thrust. The large apes finger massages Hammonds back entrance, it’s too large to fit right now but the hamster still enjoys the intimacy of the touch. 

“Ahh- I’m-” The ape does not have enough time to give warning as his cock erupts with cum. Hammond holds n for the first four jets of spunk but even with his spacious cheeks he backs off and gets the last two spurts all over his face. Winston lays back exhausted but the sneaky rodent isn’t done yet. He climbs up onto the apes well built chest. “Sorry for-” is as far as Winston gets before Hammond ejaculates all over Winstons own face. 

“I guess I deserved that,” giggled Winston apparently having a better day now. He watched his cock deflate on his furry stomach matted with cum. He thought about Dr. Winston. What would he think about this? What would he think about doing this with him? He decided to put it out of his mind for now. 
“Hammond? Could we do this again sometime?” Winston asked.
The rodent nodded briefly and excitedly, then as suddenly as he appeared he left into the ventilation system, cheeks stuffed full of ape semen.

‘I hope giving my genetic data to a hyper intelligent hamster wasn’t a bad idea,’ thought Winston before passing out for the night.