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48 pages and counting of sexy sci-fi thriller hijinks! :-3

Kern and Hilfi Og Poro, a couple of spacers, are tasked to make a delivery to a mysterious space station. They will unknowlingly throw themselves into a trap which will put them in the sadistic clutches of a rebellious AI. What will break first? Their couple? Their bodies? Their minds?... Or the bars of their spatial prison?

A Moan in Space is still a work in progress, so expect new chapters coming out, as well as revisions and improvements being made to the existing chapters. This is a relatively dark sci-fi story, so make sure to read the tags beforehand.

", "writing": "[b]Chapter 1 - E.T.A.: Five Hours[/b]\nA long yawn escaped from Kern Og Poro’s mouth. The gorilla-like Ape-Variant opened his eyes and checked the control board in front of him. All the lights were green; Estimated Time until Arrival was currently five hours from now; no new message from Garreth.\n\nThe stereotype running among ‘Planeteers’, the folks born and raised planetside and who never left the soil of their homeworld, was that spaceflight was made of thrilling adventures and tense manoeuvres. In reality, travelling from federal system to federal system was mostly about following a checklist, pressing a sequence of buttons, and waiting. A lot.\n\nThings got a little more tense when a fleet of the Federal Space Peacekeeping and Customs Department performed an unexpected check of the ship’s cargo. However, Kern and his wife have not yet encountered a situation out of which they were unable to pull, usually with some smooth talking or getting acquainted with the right people. They were even able to form some bonds with some of the agents regularly affected to the systems where they conducted their business. The peacekeepers were more than happy to look the other way when asked nicely, and direct their attention to bigger and nastier fishes. Speaking of the devil, space pirates preferred to prey on stranded ships or relics of the Expansion Era. Their crews could get rowdy when they were on shore leave, but the Og Poros made sure to stay clear of that kind of trouble. Usually. It was a quiet life, about which neither ‘Ape-Var’ complained. They were not trillionaires, but they were not destitute either. They earned enough money to keep their ship in good condition, put organic food on their table, and even make the occasional extravagant purchase.\n\nKern stretched in the reclining chair. His big furry arms slid up the smooth leather, and waved in the air like a pair of black flags with a white stripe. A pair of smaller hands joined with his, startling the still half-asleep Ape-Variant a little. His confusion was immediately lifted when his wife Hilfi leaned forward, placing her face and her breasts right in front of his face.\n‘Good morning, captain,’ the female ape whispered.\nKern smiled. ‘Morning, hun. Slept well?’\nHilfi hummed in approval. She leaned further, planting a kiss on her husband’s lips, before slowly walking around the seat.\n\nKern was now able to glance at his wife in all her naked beauty. While Variants only had a dozen genetic branches, a myriad of divisions existed within each of them. And so, although they were both Ape-Variants, he had gorilla genes spliced into his DNA, while her ancestors’ had picked the chimpanzee. Her body was smaller than his, but she was nonetheless very fit, used as she was to manual work and the occasional bar brawl. Kern was taller and larger than her, but he could not help but be a little complexed by his chubby belly. His wife did not seem to mind; quite the contrary in fact. In the end, their close-but-not-quite ancestry was not really important. Variants have been around for almost five centuries, after all.\n‘You’re naked,’ Kern said, before realising that he pointed out the obvious in his mesmerised haze.\n‘You too, you big oaf,’ Hilfi replied with a knowing smile.\nKern’s face lightened up in turn.\n\nThe Bolrilla was a familial affair, so to speak, and the ship’s crew has always been composed of the two of them. He handled the navigation and the accounting, while she took care of the basic engineering and the extravehicular activities when necessary. His guile pulled them out of many predicaments, and her mean right hook from the others. There has never really been a need for more hands on deck, outside of the occasional ‘hitchhiker’ they agreed to pick up. For this trip, they were alone. And it seemed that both of them had the same idea: who needed pants when nobody else was looking, and the inside of the ship was at a comfortable 30°C?\n\nKern was about to stand up from the chair, only for Hilfi to put her hand on the exposed black skin of his chest and push him back. The male Ape-Var flopped back into the comfortable seat, then Hilfi leaned forward. She planted another light kiss, which immediately turned into a deep one as Kern reciprocated and their tongues started dancing together. Kern gently held Hilfi’s head as she climbed on his body. The chair creaked a little as she adjusted her position. A pleased chuckle escaped from the male Ape-Var when he felt her tan-skinned butt settle against his waist. The pair remained like this for a moment, Kern amorously petting her wife’s short hair, Hilfi caressing her husband’s black-furred nape and shoulders in return. In a motion that she repeated many times before, one of her prehensile feet reached for the control board and, with a flick of her ankle, rotated the seat to give herself more space. Oh, the things she can do with these nimble feet, Kern thought, as he pondered asking his wife to put them to good use. He could use his lower digits in the same fashion, but he certainly did not have her dexterity.\n\nHilfi broke the kiss and straightened her back. Her spouse’s erect cock bumped against her lower back.In her excited state, she could feel its little throbs, which made it bump against her fur every couple seconds or so. \n‘Someone’s very happy to see me.’\n‘Heh. Can’t hide anything from you, can I?’\nHilfi laughed and planted one more kiss on Kern’s lips. ‘Don’t move, hun. I’m taking charge of this.’\nA low hum of acceptance and anticipation rumbled in Kern’s throat. He knew better than to challenge Hilfi when she was in this mood. Hilfi slid down from Kern’s stomach, letting her furry thighs brush against his, and the skin of her chest brush against his chubby stomach. She gently kneeled in front of the chair, then nudged his legs apart and settled herself in the interstice. Kern looked down, in awe, as his wife seized his thick cock and, after a few teasing licks, swallowed the tip in a sudden and predatorial fashion. When the black-furred ape felt the suction, then the tongue licking across the surface of his glans, he could not help but close his eyes, tilt his head back, and let a long moan escape his lips.\n‘Oooh~... Love…’\n\nHilfi, adequately satisfied, chuckled, as she continued to take possession of his member. Her head slowly bobbed up-and-down, slowly sucking her prize in then even more slowly pulling back to her initial position while teasing with her tongue. At the same time, one of her hands grabbed his ball sack and played with it, massaging and gently squeezing the two large testicles nested within. Kern moaned again. He felt his cock throb, and his aroused member released a glistening drop of pre-seminal fluid in response; it elicited a moan from Hilfi in turn. The Ape-Variant looked down again. He stared, mesmerised, at his wife, who was sucking him, rubbing his balls, and fingering herself with practised coordination. His cock throbbed again. \n‘Oh, fuck…’\n\nHilfi looked up at him, very pleased with herself. Kern figured that they should move to the main (inter)course before it was too late, too soon.\n‘L-Love, what do you say we move to the bedroom?’\nHilfi said nothing. Instead, she swallowed as much of Kern’s cock as she could and let it rest in her throat for a few seconds.\n‘Aaah. Aaah~!’ The male Ape tilted his head up from the surprise stimulation, then a loud and coarse moan escaped from his agape mouth. When his gaze returned to his wife, she nudged his thighs against her face a couple times. Kern knew what she wanted. He would not move from that chair until she was done, and she wanted to do it in a specific way. And he was happy to oblige, in one way or the other.\n\nKern crossed his legs around Hilfi’s head, trapping her in a frame of black fur and dark skin, as she maintained a deepthroating position, well-trained after years of marital life. Kern’s prehensile right foot grabbed the back of her head, not as an act of domination (not that she minded), but as an instinctive reaction to hold for the nearest seizable object in reach, as Hilfi’s throat muscles worked on his cock and the lustful wet noises resulting from this action were reaching his ears. In fact, his hands did the same, clamping the leather seat tightly as his wife was quickly and noisily bringing him to the edge.\n\nGulp. Swallow. Gulp. Swallow. Gulp. Hilfi went through the motion, bottoming out Kern’s sex inside her throat for a couple seconds, before sliding back up until the tip rested a few millimetres in front of her uvula. She took a breath, like a snorkeler who had just come to the surface, then the motion repeated in an irregular rhythm. Gulp, swallow, breath. Gulp, swallow, breath. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast; sometimes a long single ‘dive’, sometimes a chain of short ones.\nKern’s speech turned into a cacophony of huffed syllables and expletives: ‘Aaah… Ah fuck… Aaah… Ffff…’\n\nHilfi worked her husband as if there was some secret galactic record to break, or the latest round of some federal blowjob championship of which she had to come on top. She was barely inconvenienced by her husband’s big thighs squeezing her face with increasing pleasure as he progressively lost control of his movements. In fact, she revelled in it, closing her eyes and losing herself in the warmth of the warm sea of black fur surrounding her face, and the fat and muscular flesh underneath which pressed it against her face, smothering her. Meanwhile, his body was hers, and she took great pleasure in extorting new moans from his spouse.\n‘I… I’m close. Hilfi… Hng!’ Kern moaned. This did not stop her for a second. In fact, the gyrations of her mouth accelerated, sending the Ape-Variant over the edge shortly afterwards.\n\nKern’s legs squeezed tighter around his wife’s head. Then, with a guttural ‘Fuuuuuck!’, his cock throbbed and released rope after rope of thick cum, directly into Hilfy’s throat, whose gulping motions made the orgasm even more intense. His muscles relaxed eventually, after a dozen seconds of bliss, and Hilfi wasted no time sliding her mouth up, releasing her husband’s shaft with a final suction on his now oversensitive glans and an audible pop.\nHilfi took a deep breath, licked her lips to cut the strand of saliva still linking her to Kern’s maleness, and stared at him with a grin. ‘Now, we move to the bedroom,’ she said in a gentle yet authoritative fashion\n\n‘You insatiable beast,’ Kern replied, between two heavy pants. He rose from his seat, helped by his wife. The two shared a hug and a kiss, which let Hilfi use the opportunity to squeeze her husband’s still erect cock between her thighs. Sometimes, being able to ‘do it’ several times in a row was more of a curse than a blessing. Of course, that depended on who you asked, and who was on the proverbial short end of the phallic stick. Most Humans seemed envious about that peculiarity of Variants. Which was odd, since they were the ones who bio-engineered the hybrids this way, centuries ago.\nKern moaned; half-elation, half-protest: ‘Nng. Stop teasing…’\nHilfi laughed, then broke the hug. She sashayed to their cabin, making sure to put on a show for Kern, who instinctively followed her like a shadow. Blessing or curse, Kern felt in the mood for a second round, right now.\n*\n\nHilfi headed straight towards the large rectangular frame in the middle of the room. Like every piece of furniture on this ship, the bed was made to minimise any inconvenience that would arise from a shift to zero-gravity, accidental or intentional. It was a metallic rectangular frame, empty at the moment, and riveted directly to the room’s floor. No amount of centrifugal force would be able to make it budge from its location, which was a primordial concern on a spaceship. E=MC² made any untethered item flying across the ship carry as much energy as a thrown brick during high-G manoeuvres. It represented a logical health hazard for the crew and for their ship.\n\nHilfi’s mind was far away from these physics-related concerns. She pushed a button on the small control panel fitted on the black bed. The bed beeped, then the inner side of the frame opened, letting a gelatinous substance pour out and fill the empty space. Kern sneaked on his wife and, using the opportunity given by her leaning position, slipped one of his big hands between her legs. Hilfy straightened her back and emitted a half-startled, half-pleased ‘Ah!’ The ape-man hugged his wife from behind and gently fondled her wanting body, while the pair watched the ordinary yet always awesome spectacle of the nanogel mattress taking shape. \n\nThe bed was one of those ‘extravagant spendings’ the couple had made, and they have not regretted it one bit from day one. Nanogel was, as its name implied, a substance filled with nanomachines, invisible to the naked eye as they swam in their translucent vessel, which was simultaneously their way of transportation, their battery, their repair shop, and their worktool. This colony was following the orders of the bed’s computer. They spread, thickened, and hardened in order to form a comfortable memory-foam-like mattress suiting their owners’ preferences. When said owners were done, the press of a second button would retract the nanogel into the frame, while the nanomachines cleaned it from lost hair, dead skin, sweat, and other fluids, by ‘eating’ them without a trace. The bed was as expensive as its alluring description suggested, but the Og Poros have never missed a good investment when it presented itself to them. Especially one that could be checked as a ‘business expense’ on their tax form.\n\nAs soon as the bed beeped to signal that it was done, Hilfi let herself fall face first onto the soft gel, which perfectly cushioned her toned body. Kern crawled onto the double-sized bed as well, and slipped his head between her legs.\n‘What are you doing?’ An amused Hilfi asked.\n‘Payback,’ her spouse replied mischievously, before pressing his face against her privates.\n‘You-uuuh…’ the ape-woman moaned, her initial sentence interrupted by Kern’s tongue tickling her clitoris. She squeezed her thighs in an attempt to push Kern’s face away. It seemed to be quite successful, as she heard a “Hmph!” coming from him, then felt a pair of big hands grabbing her thighs. ‘Now, what?’ Hilfi asked with a smug face.\n\nHilfi was no slouch in the domain of physical efforts, but Kern could still count on his natural strength. Taking care not to pull a muscle, he sat on all fours, then pushed with his arms on the gelatinous mattress. The Variant slowly raised his back, pulling Hilfi, her legs still wrapped around his neck, with him.\n‘Now, that,’ he then said to his wife, who was now almost hanging upside-down.\nThe two of them remained like this for a few seconds, processing the awkwardness of their position while trying to find a way to keep the foreplay going. They failed simultaneously, and bursted out laughing. Momentarily gone was the carnal heat, the intensity of the moment. Both of them were giggling, as if they were ten years younger and still attending public high school on Apiaria. For the briefest of moments, they remembered their younger selves; the delinquent girl with a knack for gears and brawls, and the introverted chubby teenager with his head in the stars. How they ended up together was another mystery of the universe.\n\n‘Just fuck my brains out, you dork,’ Hilfi finally said, as she let go of Kern’s head and assumed a prone position. As if to illustrate her need, she reached between her legs for her pussy and stretched its pink lips, letting the drenched sex’s fluid drip down on the gelatinous mattress. She did not have to wait long until her husband, eagerly accepting this invitation for some intense doggy-style love-making, settled his massive body between her legs and lined up his sex, still drenched in the female Ape-Variant’s saliva, with hers.\n\nThe push of Kern’s member into Hilfy’s wet sex was effortless. The girthycock sank into Hilfy’s pussy slowly and steadily, making each partner moan loudly in their own way.\n‘Oh.. Oh fuck…’\n‘Hmm… Yeah…’\nKern paused, partly to make sure that his partner was ready, partly to grab the furry side of her hips. He pulled out, and then… slammed back in a firm motion. His pelvis impacted her ass with an audible and very satisfying slap, while Hilfi howled in pleasure from the sudden and intense movement. The Ape-Var, wasting no time, repeated the motion. One time, two times, three times, until he entered into a slightly irregular series of pounding motions. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!\n‘Ah! Ah~! Ahn~! Yesss~!’ Hilfi moaned.\n‘Hnnf! Nnn! Fuck yeah…’ Kern grunted in response.\nKern spread Hilfi’s pussy wide with each thrust. Her muscles would then clamp down on his sex. They chased after his dick each time he pulled away, so that each time he pushed back, he would part her insides once again, until his shaft bumped against the tight entrance of her womb and was forced to a stop. \n\nAs the seconds passed, the gorilla-like male let more and more of his weight rest on his lover’s upper body, whose head sunk into the gel bed and whose behind instinctively pushed up in reaction, until he had to shift his position and place his hands on her shoulders.\n‘I-I’m close…!’ he warned, as he felt his new climax approach.\nOnce again Hilfi did not answer him. But this time, this was because she was enthralled in her own orgasm, screaming incoherent grunts and moans while her pussy quivered violently, and ejected a small spray of fluids on the absorbing mattress. With a final triumphant roar, Kern came hard, and poured his second load almost directly into Hilfi’s womb. The contractions resulting from her orgasm made sure that the discharge from the primate’s balls were milked to the last drop.\n\n*\n\nKern and Hilfi slowly regained consciousness of their surroundings a couple minutes later. Kern slowly pulled out of his wife then, with a grunt of fatigue, he rolled to the side and flopped on his back. Hilfi followed suit, turning around her body and cuddling against her husband. They stared at the ceiling for a moment, panting, their wet sexes staining the nanogel mattress. The microscopic robots were already in the process of absorbing and digesting the residue, slowly drying the bed’s surface better and quicker than the best absorbent wipes.\n\nHilfi eventually broke the silence. Post-nut clarity was hitting, and she wanted to talk about today’s delivery. ‘Are you sure about this job? This is the weirdest one we got yet. I mean, I know it’s Garreth, but…’\n‘“Bring that container to the station at these coordinates. Keep extra quiet about where you’re going”,‘ Kern said, summing up the conversation they had with their friend and long-time contact in the FSPC, as he watched his wife slowly stand up and stretch. ‘Yeah, that would raise a couple of red flags. But this is not the first time he asked us to transport some “sensitive” cargo and keep our mouths shut about it.’ In fact, the couple strongly suspected the man from being part of one of the many agencies of the Federation. It was public knowledge that all of them competed to pull the cover to them, whether it was the Piracy Monitoring Agency, the Xeno Affairs Agency, the Colonisation Bureau, or even the Transit, Galnet and Communications Service if you’d believe the rumours. ‘If he was the “you know too much” kind of guy he would not have come back to us so often, for so long,’ Kern added, using a throaty gangster voice for the imaginary threat.\nThis made Hilfi giggle, even if it did not really calm her worries. ‘How long until we arrive?’\n‘ETA must be around four-and-a-half now,’ her husband answered. ‘From there, it’s one “flea jump” away from the exit point. Maybe two if the star’s in the way. You know the drill.’\n‘‘Kay…’ Hilfi’s gaze trailed towards the door of the shower room. Then back to her spouse. A faint smile formed on her face. ‘Since we’ve got plenty of time, up for round three?’\nKern grunted. ‘Really? Can’t we just have a normal after-sex shower for once?’\n‘It’s up to you, sweety~’ the female Ape-Variant sang, as she walked into the other room. ‘I will need a helping hand for all these hard-to-reach spots, though. And you as well’\n‘Sometimes, I wish you’d just want to crumble into a sofa and play video games, ’Kern pretended to complain. The sound of the recycled water running through the pipes of the ship motivated him to move, if only to clean himself from the sweat and the sticky fluids on his crotch.\n‘Just a normal shower, alright?’ he said, as he passed the door. He knew full well that it would not be.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 1 - E.T.A.: Five Hours
A long yawn escaped from Kern Og Poro’s mouth. The gorilla-like Ape-Variant opened his eyes and checked the control board in front of him. All the lights were green; Estimated Time until Arrival was currently five hours from now; no new message from Garreth.

The stereotype running among ‘Planeteers’, the folks born and raised planetside and who never left the soil of their homeworld, was that spaceflight was made of thrilling adventures and tense manoeuvres. In reality, travelling from federal system to federal system was mostly about following a checklist, pressing a sequence of buttons, and waiting. A lot.

Things got a little more tense when a fleet of the Federal Space Peacekeeping and Customs Department performed an unexpected check of the ship’s cargo. However, Kern and his wife have not yet encountered a situation out of which they were unable to pull, usually with some smooth talking or getting acquainted with the right people. They were even able to form some bonds with some of the agents regularly affected to the systems where they conducted their business. The peacekeepers were more than happy to look the other way when asked nicely, and direct their attention to bigger and nastier fishes. Speaking of the devil, space pirates preferred to prey on stranded ships or relics of the Expansion Era. Their crews could get rowdy when they were on shore leave, but the Og Poros made sure to stay clear of that kind of trouble. Usually. It was a quiet life, about which neither ‘Ape-Var’ complained. They were not trillionaires, but they were not destitute either. They earned enough money to keep their ship in good condition, put organic food on their table, and even make the occasional extravagant purchase.

Kern stretched in the reclining chair. His big furry arms slid up the smooth leather, and waved in the air like a pair of black flags with a white stripe. A pair of smaller hands joined with his, startling the still half-asleep Ape-Variant a little. His confusion was immediately lifted when his wife Hilfi leaned forward, placing her face and her breasts right in front of his face.
‘Good morning, captain,’ the female ape whispered.
Kern smiled. ‘Morning, hun. Slept well?’
Hilfi hummed in approval. She leaned further, planting a kiss on her husband’s lips, before slowly walking around the seat.

Kern was now able to glance at his wife in all her naked beauty. While Variants only had a dozen genetic branches, a myriad of divisions existed within each of them. And so, although they were both Ape-Variants, he had gorilla genes spliced into his DNA, while her ancestors’ had picked the chimpanzee. Her body was smaller than his, but she was nonetheless very fit, used as she was to manual work and the occasional bar brawl. Kern was taller and larger than her, but he could not help but be a little complexed by his chubby belly. His wife did not seem to mind; quite the contrary in fact. In the end, their close-but-not-quite ancestry was not really important. Variants have been around for almost five centuries, after all.
‘You’re naked,’ Kern said, before realising that he pointed out the obvious in his mesmerised haze.
‘You too, you big oaf,’ Hilfi replied with a knowing smile.
Kern’s face lightened up in turn.

The Bolrilla was a familial affair, so to speak, and the ship’s crew has always been composed of the two of them. He handled the navigation and the accounting, while she took care of the basic engineering and the extravehicular activities when necessary. His guile pulled them out of many predicaments, and her mean right hook from the others. There has never really been a need for more hands on deck, outside of the occasional ‘hitchhiker’ they agreed to pick up. For this trip, they were alone. And it seemed that both of them had the same idea: who needed pants when nobody else was looking, and the inside of the ship was at a comfortable 30°C?

Kern was about to stand up from the chair, only for Hilfi to put her hand on the exposed black skin of his chest and push him back. The male Ape-Var flopped back into the comfortable seat, then Hilfi leaned forward. She planted another light kiss, which immediately turned into a deep one as Kern reciprocated and their tongues started dancing together. Kern gently held Hilfi’s head as she climbed on his body. The chair creaked a little as she adjusted her position. A pleased chuckle escaped from the male Ape-Var when he felt her tan-skinned butt settle against his waist. The pair remained like this for a moment, Kern amorously petting her wife’s short hair, Hilfi caressing her husband’s black-furred nape and shoulders in return. In a motion that she repeated many times before, one of her prehensile feet reached for the control board and, with a flick of her ankle, rotated the seat to give herself more space. Oh, the things she can do with these nimble feet, Kern thought, as he pondered asking his wife to put them to good use. He could use his lower digits in the same fashion, but he certainly did not have her dexterity.

Hilfi broke the kiss and straightened her back. Her spouse’s erect cock bumped against her lower back.In her excited state, she could feel its little throbs, which made it bump against her fur every couple seconds or so.
‘Someone’s very happy to see me.’
‘Heh. Can’t hide anything from you, can I?’
Hilfi laughed and planted one more kiss on Kern’s lips. ‘Don’t move, hun. I’m taking charge of this.’
A low hum of acceptance and anticipation rumbled in Kern’s throat. He knew better than to challenge Hilfi when she was in this mood. Hilfi slid down from Kern’s stomach, letting her furry thighs brush against his, and the skin of her chest brush against his chubby stomach. She gently kneeled in front of the chair, then nudged his legs apart and settled herself in the interstice. Kern looked down, in awe, as his wife seized his thick cock and, after a few teasing licks, swallowed the tip in a sudden and predatorial fashion. When the black-furred ape felt the suction, then the tongue licking across the surface of his glans, he could not help but close his eyes, tilt his head back, and let a long moan escape his lips.
‘Oooh~... Love…’

Hilfi, adequately satisfied, chuckled, as she continued to take possession of his member. Her head slowly bobbed up-and-down, slowly sucking her prize in then even more slowly pulling back to her initial position while teasing with her tongue. At the same time, one of her hands grabbed his ball sack and played with it, massaging and gently squeezing the two large testicles nested within. Kern moaned again. He felt his cock throb, and his aroused member released a glistening drop of pre-seminal fluid in response; it elicited a moan from Hilfi in turn. The Ape-Variant looked down again. He stared, mesmerised, at his wife, who was sucking him, rubbing his balls, and fingering herself with practised coordination. His cock throbbed again.
‘Oh, fuck…’

Hilfi looked up at him, very pleased with herself. Kern figured that they should move to the main (inter)course before it was too late, too soon.
‘L-Love, what do you say we move to the bedroom?’
Hilfi said nothing. Instead, she swallowed as much of Kern’s cock as she could and let it rest in her throat for a few seconds.
‘Aaah. Aaah~!’ The male Ape tilted his head up from the surprise stimulation, then a loud and coarse moan escaped from his agape mouth. When his gaze returned to his wife, she nudged his thighs against her face a couple times. Kern knew what she wanted. He would not move from that chair until she was done, and she wanted to do it in a specific way. And he was happy to oblige, in one way or the other.

Kern crossed his legs around Hilfi’s head, trapping her in a frame of black fur and dark skin, as she maintained a deepthroating position, well-trained after years of marital life. Kern’s prehensile right foot grabbed the back of her head, not as an act of domination (not that she minded), but as an instinctive reaction to hold for the nearest seizable object in reach, as Hilfi’s throat muscles worked on his cock and the lustful wet noises resulting from this action were reaching his ears. In fact, his hands did the same, clamping the leather seat tightly as his wife was quickly and noisily bringing him to the edge.

Gulp. Swallow. Gulp. Swallow. Gulp. Hilfi went through the motion, bottoming out Kern’s sex inside her throat for a couple seconds, before sliding back up until the tip rested a few millimetres in front of her uvula. She took a breath, like a snorkeler who had just come to the surface, then the motion repeated in an irregular rhythm. Gulp, swallow, breath. Gulp, swallow, breath. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast; sometimes a long single ‘dive’, sometimes a chain of short ones.
Kern’s speech turned into a cacophony of huffed syllables and expletives: ‘Aaah… Ah fuck… Aaah… Ffff…’

Hilfi worked her husband as if there was some secret galactic record to break, or the latest round of some federal blowjob championship of which she had to come on top. She was barely inconvenienced by her husband’s big thighs squeezing her face with increasing pleasure as he progressively lost control of his movements. In fact, she revelled in it, closing her eyes and losing herself in the warmth of the warm sea of black fur surrounding her face, and the fat and muscular flesh underneath which pressed it against her face, smothering her. Meanwhile, his body was hers, and she took great pleasure in extorting new moans from his spouse.
‘I… I’m close. Hilfi… Hng!’ Kern moaned. This did not stop her for a second. In fact, the gyrations of her mouth accelerated, sending the Ape-Variant over the edge shortly afterwards.

Kern’s legs squeezed tighter around his wife’s head. Then, with a guttural ‘Fuuuuuck!’, his cock throbbed and released rope after rope of thick cum, directly into Hilfy’s throat, whose gulping motions made the orgasm even more intense. His muscles relaxed eventually, after a dozen seconds of bliss, and Hilfi wasted no time sliding her mouth up, releasing her husband’s shaft with a final suction on his now oversensitive glans and an audible pop.
Hilfi took a deep breath, licked her lips to cut the strand of saliva still linking her to Kern’s maleness, and stared at him with a grin. ‘Now, we move to the bedroom,’ she said in a gentle yet authoritative fashion

‘You insatiable beast,’ Kern replied, between two heavy pants. He rose from his seat, helped by his wife. The two shared a hug and a kiss, which let Hilfi use the opportunity to squeeze her husband’s still erect cock between her thighs. Sometimes, being able to ‘do it’ several times in a row was more of a curse than a blessing. Of course, that depended on who you asked, and who was on the proverbial short end of the phallic stick. Most Humans seemed envious about that peculiarity of Variants. Which was odd, since they were the ones who bio-engineered the hybrids this way, centuries ago.
Kern moaned; half-elation, half-protest: ‘Nng. Stop teasing…’
Hilfi laughed, then broke the hug. She sashayed to their cabin, making sure to put on a show for Kern, who instinctively followed her like a shadow. Blessing or curse, Kern felt in the mood for a second round, right now.
*

Hilfi headed straight towards the large rectangular frame in the middle of the room. Like every piece of furniture on this ship, the bed was made to minimise any inconvenience that would arise from a shift to zero-gravity, accidental or intentional. It was a metallic rectangular frame, empty at the moment, and riveted directly to the room’s floor. No amount of centrifugal force would be able to make it budge from its location, which was a primordial concern on a spaceship. E=MC² made any untethered item flying across the ship carry as much energy as a thrown brick during high-G manoeuvres. It represented a logical health hazard for the crew and for their ship.

Hilfi’s mind was far away from these physics-related concerns. She pushed a button on the small control panel fitted on the black bed. The bed beeped, then the inner side of the frame opened, letting a gelatinous substance pour out and fill the empty space. Kern sneaked on his wife and, using the opportunity given by her leaning position, slipped one of his big hands between her legs. Hilfy straightened her back and emitted a half-startled, half-pleased ‘Ah!’ The ape-man hugged his wife from behind and gently fondled her wanting body, while the pair watched the ordinary yet always awesome spectacle of the nanogel mattress taking shape.

The bed was one of those ‘extravagant spendings’ the couple had made, and they have not regretted it one bit from day one. Nanogel was, as its name implied, a substance filled with nanomachines, invisible to the naked eye as they swam in their translucent vessel, which was simultaneously their way of transportation, their battery, their repair shop, and their worktool. This colony was following the orders of the bed’s computer. They spread, thickened, and hardened in order to form a comfortable memory-foam-like mattress suiting their owners’ preferences. When said owners were done, the press of a second button would retract the nanogel into the frame, while the nanomachines cleaned it from lost hair, dead skin, sweat, and other fluids, by ‘eating’ them without a trace. The bed was as expensive as its alluring description suggested, but the Og Poros have never missed a good investment when it presented itself to them. Especially one that could be checked as a ‘business expense’ on their tax form.

As soon as the bed beeped to signal that it was done, Hilfi let herself fall face first onto the soft gel, which perfectly cushioned her toned body. Kern crawled onto the double-sized bed as well, and slipped his head between her legs.
‘What are you doing?’ An amused Hilfi asked.
‘Payback,’ her spouse replied mischievously, before pressing his face against her privates.
‘You-uuuh…’ the ape-woman moaned, her initial sentence interrupted by Kern’s tongue tickling her clitoris. She squeezed her thighs in an attempt to push Kern’s face away. It seemed to be quite successful, as she heard a “Hmph!” coming from him, then felt a pair of big hands grabbing her thighs. ‘Now, what?’ Hilfi asked with a smug face.

Hilfi was no slouch in the domain of physical efforts, but Kern could still count on his natural strength. Taking care not to pull a muscle, he sat on all fours, then pushed with his arms on the gelatinous mattress. The Variant slowly raised his back, pulling Hilfi, her legs still wrapped around his neck, with him.
‘Now, that,’ he then said to his wife, who was now almost hanging upside-down.
The two of them remained like this for a few seconds, processing the awkwardness of their position while trying to find a way to keep the foreplay going. They failed simultaneously, and bursted out laughing. Momentarily gone was the carnal heat, the intensity of the moment. Both of them were giggling, as if they were ten years younger and still attending public high school on Apiaria. For the briefest of moments, they remembered their younger selves; the delinquent girl with a knack for gears and brawls, and the introverted chubby teenager with his head in the stars. How they ended up together was another mystery of the universe.

‘Just fuck my brains out, you dork,’ Hilfi finally said, as she let go of Kern’s head and assumed a prone position. As if to illustrate her need, she reached between her legs for her pussy and stretched its pink lips, letting the drenched sex’s fluid drip down on the gelatinous mattress. She did not have to wait long until her husband, eagerly accepting this invitation for some intense doggy-style love-making, settled his massive body between her legs and lined up his sex, still drenched in the female Ape-Variant’s saliva, with hers.

The push of Kern’s member into Hilfy’s wet sex was effortless. The girthycock sank into Hilfy’s pussy slowly and steadily, making each partner moan loudly in their own way.
‘Oh.. Oh fuck…’
‘Hmm… Yeah…’
Kern paused, partly to make sure that his partner was ready, partly to grab the furry side of her hips. He pulled out, and then… slammed back in a firm motion. His pelvis impacted her ass with an audible and very satisfying slap, while Hilfi howled in pleasure from the sudden and intense movement. The Ape-Var, wasting no time, repeated the motion. One time, two times, three times, until he entered into a slightly irregular series of pounding motions. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
‘Ah! Ah~! Ahn~! Yesss~!’ Hilfi moaned.
‘Hnnf! Nnn! Fuck yeah…’ Kern grunted in response.
Kern spread Hilfi’s pussy wide with each thrust. Her muscles would then clamp down on his sex. They chased after his dick each time he pulled away, so that each time he pushed back, he would part her insides once again, until his shaft bumped against the tight entrance of her womb and was forced to a stop.

As the seconds passed, the gorilla-like male let more and more of his weight rest on his lover’s upper body, whose head sunk into the gel bed and whose behind instinctively pushed up in reaction, until he had to shift his position and place his hands on her shoulders.
‘I-I’m close…!’ he warned, as he felt his new climax approach.
Once again Hilfi did not answer him. But this time, this was because she was enthralled in her own orgasm, screaming incoherent grunts and moans while her pussy quivered violently, and ejected a small spray of fluids on the absorbing mattress. With a final triumphant roar, Kern came hard, and poured his second load almost directly into Hilfi’s womb. The contractions resulting from her orgasm made sure that the discharge from the primate’s balls were milked to the last drop.

*

Kern and Hilfi slowly regained consciousness of their surroundings a couple minutes later. Kern slowly pulled out of his wife then, with a grunt of fatigue, he rolled to the side and flopped on his back. Hilfi followed suit, turning around her body and cuddling against her husband. They stared at the ceiling for a moment, panting, their wet sexes staining the nanogel mattress. The microscopic robots were already in the process of absorbing and digesting the residue, slowly drying the bed’s surface better and quicker than the best absorbent wipes.

Hilfi eventually broke the silence. Post-nut clarity was hitting, and she wanted to talk about today’s delivery.  ‘Are you sure about this job? This is the weirdest one we got yet. I mean, I know it’s Garreth, but…’
‘“Bring that container to the station at these coordinates. Keep extra quiet about where you’re going”,‘ Kern said, summing up the conversation they had with their friend and long-time contact in the FSPC, as he watched his wife slowly stand up and stretch. ‘Yeah, that would raise a couple of red flags. But this is not the first time he asked us to transport some “sensitive” cargo and keep our mouths shut about it.’ In fact, the couple strongly suspected the man from being part of one of the many agencies of the Federation. It was public knowledge that all of them competed to pull the cover to them, whether it was the Piracy Monitoring Agency, the Xeno Affairs Agency, the Colonisation Bureau, or even the Transit, Galnet and Communications Service if you’d believe the rumours. ‘If he was the “you know too much” kind of guy he would not have come back to us so often, for so long,’ Kern added, using a throaty gangster voice for the imaginary threat.
This made Hilfi giggle, even if it did not really calm her worries. ‘How long until we arrive?’
‘ETA must be around four-and-a-half now,’ her husband answered. ‘From there, it’s one “flea jump” away from the exit point. Maybe two if the star’s in the way. You know the drill.’
‘‘Kay…’ Hilfi’s gaze trailed towards the door of the shower room. Then back to her spouse. A faint smile formed on her face. ‘Since we’ve got plenty of time, up for round three?’
Kern grunted. ‘Really? Can’t we just have a normal after-sex shower for once?’
‘It’s up to you, sweety~’ the female Ape-Variant sang, as she walked into the other room. ‘I will need a helping hand for all these hard-to-reach spots, though. And you as well’
‘Sometimes, I wish you’d just want to crumble into a sofa and play video games, ’Kern pretended to complain. The sound of the recycled water running through the pipes of the ship motivated him to move, if only to clean himself from the sweat and the sticky fluids on his crotch.
‘Just a normal shower, alright?’ he said, as he passed the door. He knew full well that it would not be.
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