Bigger is better they say. Well there is such a thing as too big. I should know, it's my current problem.


"Ow, ow, ow. Stop, stop, stop!" It hurt. But at least he stopped. That's the only saving grace of this unfortunate situation. At least Gripp listens to me, unlike others I won't name.


"You good?" It wasn't quite concern, but it was an honest question. I opened my eyes, pin prick pain still welled from my ass where his down right massive dick split me open. Gripp lazily looked back at me, lording his size over my diminutive stature. Fucking tall privilege.


"Just need a moment." He sighed through his nose. "Look! You're big, get over it or learn to bend over and take it up the ass. Cause I'm doing my best here." I was getting fed up with him. Gripp, bighorn sheep, broad, helical natural weapons sticking out his brow, scruffy beard, hands that could palm a basketball. My current client.


"Take your time." Exasperated words fell out of his mouth. I bit back another snappy remark. It wouldn't help the situation any. This wasn't the first time I needed to stop tonight, not even the first night considering he was a repeat customer.


I pinched my nose. My temper was getting away from me, I needed to calm down, relax, open up. In the literal sense, that is.


"Okay, again. I can take you to the base, we've established that. I can't take your speed. It's too fast. You go way too hard too fast."


"I get that."


"Then do you need to go so hard?" We breathed for a moment.


"You just feel good. And, you know."


God, I knew. As the genetically engineered organisms we were, patrolling the far reaches of space while our capitalist overlords hold exploitative contracts of indentured servitude over our heads, we don't have the luxury of being picky. Taking what we get, or what we can take. And I pride myself on taking any and all clients. Even with their bizarre anatomies, their unintended, quote-unquote "random mutations" as a side effect of the rather imprecise gene alerting operations. Of course, as long as we're capable of performing our intended purposes there's negative incentive to improve the process.


So these "random mutations" manifest rather, well randomly. Like polydactyl hands, feet, or paws. Like vestigial tails at the base of the spine. Like digitigrade extremities. Or, like with Gripp, macrogenitalia.


He's got to be at least a foot long, probably eight inches around, and almost at my breaking point. Almost. Poor guy has been through more than one whore who just couldn't take it anymore and started declining him. I never decline anyone. Take what you get, get what you take, that's our way of life out here. I'm probably the only one left willing to bend over for the guy on the whole orbital platform. If I was less of a professional, I'd feel sorry for him.


Time was ticking, time he was paying for, time to get serious.


"I have an idea, if you're willing to try something different." I offered.


"What?" His word was terse, but I noticed the glint in his eye. Poor guy was desperate. I pulled him out, the sloppy Permalube squelched as his log slid out. I stifled a groan as I felt the void space in my ass. I stretch myself out everyday and somehow Gripp always seems to take it one notch more than I ever have on my own.


I crawled across my bunk, the wall locker opened as I flashed my subdermal RFID chip and provided the access code. The blister pack was readily available and I shut the metal before Gripp could peer too deeply into my privacy. My life outside of my work.


There were two pills, one red, one blue, stuck together by the long side. It took more than one favor to a scummy rat bastard in Chem to get my hands on this one dose. If he screwed me over, I was going to make his miserable life down right unlivable. Then seek out another supplier for the stuff.


"You hear of Synchro?" I asked as I crawled back towards the giant. He stared at the colorful packet in my hand. Erection dangling low as a couple pints of blood kept it stiff.


"Rumors. Ranging from convincing you you're someone else to down right turning you into someone else. Seems far fetched." I'll admit, I have my own doubts about the shit. But if it does what that dick that gave it to me claimed, it might just solve our problems.


"I don't know the science, but in short. I take one, you take one, and we share experiences for a while."


"Share experiences?"


"I feel what you feel and you feel what I feel, get it?"


"And why would I want that?" The indignancy fouled the air. I shut down another snarky dig at the guy.


"Cause, if you feel what it's like for me you'll stop trying to tear me a new one. And if I feel what it's like for you, I'll know how to make it better. Win-win. Interested?"


I held the two capsules in front of his chest. He's tall, has a pissy attitude and nasty habit of only looking at me from the bottom half of his eyes. So when he actually tilted his neck, I knew he was seriously considering it. Take what you get.


"How much will this cost me?"


"I'll be honest. I don't trust the guy that gave this to me, I haven't tested it before, and there's a lot of unknowns here. So no charge. This time." I hated saying those words, but God forbid I sell this guy a dream and wake up in Med Bay, another thousand credits in debt. That might happen anyway.


"Side effects?"


"Just standard biobot aftereffects."


"And if I refuse?"


"Then we go back to fucking and stoping every two minutes."


His brow dropped in consideration, obviously curious but clearly skeptical. He's not the only one. I don't really know why I even hunted down this shit. He's the only one I offered it to despite having my hands on it for a couple orbit cycles. Course he's one of my best paying customers. If this works out, and I can get a steady supply, I could easily start charging him double, even triple. Lots of ifs there.


"No charge?"


"This time." I needed to keep it clear that this was a one time only deal. Less chance of an argument next time.


"Fine." I didn't waste time popping the pack and splitting the pills apart.


"Got a favorite color?"


"Just give me the damn pill." I held out the blue one, the red was quickly placed under my tongue. The saliva activated membrane immediately dissolved. It tastes bland, but who gives a shit. Organic nanites were now absorbing through my gums and into my bloodstream. Some college educated asshole could tell you how they work, I don't care as long as they do what I was told.


I watched Gripp. He watched me. Silently judging each other's reactions.


"Feel anything?" I asked after thirty seconds.


"Like an idiot." He said. Another remark withheld.


"I meant do you-"


"I know what you meant. Can we fuck now?" I sighed and shook my head, but still he's the client and he's paying for my time. It's just business. And I'm happy to keep it that way.


"Yeah, sure." 'Fucking Rat.'


I laid back down on the stiff mattress, legs spread. Metal ceiling in view to remind me that nothing is natural about this life. One I was desperate to get out of.


I waited for his standard affair of shoving in balls deep. So when two fingers pushed into my exposed ass, well, I wasn't ready.


"Fuck. You normally this loose?" His fingers pushed against my walls, damn I must be.


"Yeah, you're massive." I said, his appendages exploring my cave. It's odd, normally his vocabulary consists of little besides "Bend over" and "Strip" whenever we meet up.


A third finger popped in. I don't feel any pleasure when I'm with my clients. This is a damn job and I'm here for the damn money. Some sickos even get off on seeing me submit with a limp dick. But some responses are involuntary. My rim flexed. Gripping on those thick fingers.


"Damn…" he breathed. I didn't say anything. If he wanted to spend time fingering me, hey, less time with his dick up my ass. I shot a glance in his direction. He looked fascinated, right hand stroking his while his left practically fisting me. Actively watching a seven foot tall Anthro stroke their massive cock while fingering the hole that could take it was… interesting. "How does that feel?"


"What?" We met eyes. He looked so fucking dopey, then self aware the next. He looked confused, like he was finally realizing where he was. He ripped his fingers out quickly, wiping the slime of Permalube on my thigh


"Forget it. I'm putting it back in." He aligned his cock with my hole. Good, I was feeling empty after he removed his fingers. I braced for the shove, hard and deep. His only opening. It was one of the hardest parts of getting fucked by him. I forced my body to relax, tension would make it an even bigger pain in the ass. I waited, felt nothing. He glanced up at me. "I'll take it slow. Let me know if it hurts.” He said. I blinked. Did he just say he’ll go slow? He never wants to go slow.


"Whatever.” I said back. He pressed forward with hands behind my knees, pulling me open. His head slipped in a couple of inches. I hissed, this always hurt. Gripp stopped there. I focused on my breath, forced my mortal shell to stay calm. I didn’t even realize he hadn’t moved after that first thrust. My eyes cracked open. He was only looking at me.


“You good?” his tone changed. It was different, a little concerned. This is all strange. He never acts like this. Why the fuck-?


Synchro.


It finally clicked. The drug was kicking in for him, possibly. I tried to keep calm, it wasn’t anything to freak out about. If he was more worried about my wellbeing, then fuck, I’m all for it. I took a quick stock of my own feelings, I don’t feel any different, but maybe I don’t even know what’s different.


“Yeah.. You can keep going?” I tentatively answered.


“Gladly.” He said, the selfish edge coming back. He pushed in. After those first few inches, the rest tends to go easier. The feeling of being full to bursting never gets old though. Gladly feeling rock hard cock up my ass. Proud of taking it all.


Gripp’s hip pushed into mine. I gasped as he bottomed out.


“Gaahhhh…” I groaned. His hands gripped tighter around my legs.


“Fucking tight.” He growled, his teeth gnashing against one another as pleasure flushed through him. I felt it too. Fuck stimulating my prostate or any damn singular point, every nerve he flared was burning my synapses. I swear he felt bigger than normal. His hips pressed forward, my flexible spine curved as he pushed my legs even further back. Soon my feet were dangling around my head. The position forced air from my lungs, I struggled to get enough breath. I wanted to say stop. But it felt too good. It felt awesome. To take the biggest fucking dick on the station, I was the fucking king! I was the best!


Gripp beastilly grunted above me, descending further into horny madness. It only took me with him. My fists twitched with strain from gripping my sheets over my head. Punching at the cold metal walls as the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. I felt so out of control, and I didnt want it back.


“You. Feel. Amazing.” He snarled at me. Hot breath brushed my face.


“So. Do. You.” I forced back at him, still struggling to get enough air.


“I’m going to make you feel even better.” He promised with wide eyes and needlepoint pupils. I gripped his horns, those weapons that made him look so… strong? Whatever, fucking drug.


“Do it.” I dared him.


He didn't pull any punches. He mashed his hips into mine forcing fractions of an inch more of his dick up my ass. It was more than enough to crush my guts even more. God, I was emblazoned. His short, tough, rugged ruts pushed me into the mattress. Cheap memory foam that dipped in as I was pounded into the material. He kept staring at me, through me. I tried to keep my eyes wide open. Even his fucking was different while on this shit. Normally he’s inclined to shove his entire girth all the way in and out, force me to stretch with every jam. Instead, he kept his dick squarely drilled into me. I felt my body convulse as he ravaged me.


“Fuuuuckk!” He groaned. I mirrored the words in my mind. “You take me so fucking well.”

“I’m the only one who can.” I said, not entirely sure why. I’ve always said screw pride, screw ego, shit doesn’t mean anything out here in space. I don’t find enjoyment with this- My dick throbbed and spat pre. ‘WHAT THE FUCK!’


I forced my eyes open, trained them on my crotch. My dick, as mediocre as it is, stood proud. The battering my guts were taking practically squeezed fluids out. I, I was fucking stunned. Gripp must have followed my gaze.


"Heh, must be a good dicking. I got you bricked up." He sounded so smug. I opened my mouth to deliver a comeback but my voice didn't comply. I felt… good. Really good. In a bit of clarity, I wondered if it was me or him those feelings originated.


"Gripp." I sighed as he brought his dick out another inch before shoving the log back in. "Fuck, ughh" I moaned.


"Need to stop?"


I hesitated, this was quickly destroying my boundaries. He's a client, a source of income, a cash cow. Nothing more. I shouldn't be feeling.. well, not happy but, fond of him. My professional integrity was eroding beneath me. Sheared away as he sawed in and out of my ass. I really wanted to stop. I knew it was a mistake to take Synchro. I just couldn't make out any words.


"Fre?" It was the first time he's ever used my name. He's never cared, he's never needed me for anything more than sex. We're not friends, we're not lovers, we're not even acquaintances. We're business partners. Client-customer. That's all I wanted, all we ever needed to be.


Eventually I noticed he had stopped on his own. Still buried deep in me while I had my crisis.


"Fre…" it sounded so calm, so caring. It made me want to just pull him close. Which really made me want to vomit. "Hey." He lowered my legs. Shifting till we were chest to chest. Dick still deep enough to feel his heartbeat throb through it.


"Gripp, I can't! I can't." I tried to tell him.


"Shhhh… I'm here. I've got you."


"You've got me?! What the fuck are you saying?!" I shouted at him. Our eyes met. Inches from the other. His pale yellow eyes. Clear enough to see my reflection in his pupils. He looked so attractive. He's tall, strong, capable, wealthy. All these suitable traits to look for in a partner. All feelings and thoughts and realizations I've never considered for one god-damned second before. And it freaked me the fuck out. 'Where are these feelings coming from!?'


Synchro.


They must be coming from Synchro, I realized. But I realized what that implied in the next second.


"I'm here. I've got you." He had said to me.


"I've got you." 


"Oh, Fuck me." I bashed my head into the mattress below. He’s got a fucking thing for me.


"Heh, I'd love to."


"No, wait. Gahhhh!!!" My words fell on deaf ears and echoless metal. He was pulling his dick back further out now. About half the damn thing, I guessed. And it felt… so amazing. My hard dick spat another shot of pre.  "Unh, unh, unh."


Dopamine flooded my brain. I wasn't thinking straight anymore.


I didn't fight it anymore.


"Yes, Gripp. God, yes. Fuck me more. Please." Nails clawed at his back, the weight of his chest pressed me even further into the bed. He literally smothered me. Hands grasping at my wrists. Holding them above. Time between thrusts increased, they became longer. More impactful. And I knew he was close. So was I.


"I'm going fuck the cum right out of you." He spat in my ear. "I'll make you feel amazing. I'll show you just how sexy. You. Are!"


Three words, three thrusts. I don't remember the last time I came, but I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life. He stuffed his meat rod balls deep, unleashed into me. I came at the same time. Marking both of our chests.


I blacked out.


My IRIS woke me up. I was warm, leaking sweat and cum, under covers, being spooned. The IRIS HUD flashed the alarm. Gripp's time was up.


My head felt like it had been skull fucked, my ass felt wrecked, and I felt so weak, pathetic, like a bitch. Gripp breathed. Fucker decided to get in bed with me. Thick fucking limbs held me tight. Our stretch of rutting was everywhere.


"Gripp. Your time is up."


"No." I fought to get free of him. He shrugged off my attempts.


"Gripp. Leave now."


"...Please." Never in a thousand years would I ever think to hear that word from him. Never in a thousand would I ever think that someone would say it so fucking softly to me. We don't ask on this ship, we damn well don't ask politely. It made me sick. And really conflicted.


Cause it felt so nice in his arms.


"I can pay for another subcycle."


My IRIS alerted me of an incoming payment from a spoofed ID. The amount was my normal fee plus some. I groaned, I wanted the money. I wanted him to leave. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to know if this was me or him or the Synchro. I wanted to stay surrounded by warm arms rather than cold metal.


I don't decline any clients, but I couldn't take that money. It was the hardest thing to decline that payment. Like I abandoned part of my code.


"Fre?" It was almost a whine. The most hurt and vulnerable I've ever heard from anyone in years. I squeezed his hand like my life depended on it.


"This one's on the house." I said, weary and worn out. I couldn't fight anymore. "This time."


"Thank you." Another first from him. I don't think anything else would surprise me now. My ass was still leaking wet spunk. Hole fucked raw. Empty. But he pulled me closer.


But at least the bed was toasty. A seven foot tall sheep hybrid there to keep me warm. Someone who clearly wanted something more than a quick lay. And me, not sure what I want anymore.


'Fuck me, what am I going to do?' I thought as I closed my eyes.