title: Bunny, the Final Frontier aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Flintox] id: [52003291] date: 星期日, 七月 30日 2023, 2:18:38 下午 modified: 星期日, 七月 30日 2023, 2:36:51 下午

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Bunny, the Final Frontier

Author: Flintox Source: Bunny, the Final Frontier

It was quiet. There were of course the usual sounds that were ever present while on a starship such as the regular beeps and the constant, droning noise of the engines propelling the hunk of junk through a vast emptiness of space but beyond those background noises the only noise he heard other than maddening nothingness was that of his finger tapping against his screen and the occasional fanfare from the game when he completed yet another milestone in game.

Flint was playing an idle game, one created by the company he was beholden to that he was contractually obligated to play, being the only game he was permitted to play while working for Horns.Inc. It was a simple game. Every three hours you were allowed to tap the screen to make a sheep jump through a hoop. Managing to get through the hoop would shave half an hour, an hour or maybe even two hours of the wait to buy a new color for the hoop with the point earned, depending on how close to the center of the hoop you managed to get. Flint had just jumped and managed to get an hour off his wait meaning he only had an hour and fifty two more minutes before he could jump again and be one point closer to getting the lime green hoop color.

The maned wolf sighed and slumped back in his seat. Was it possible to die from sheer boredom? At this point he might just have accepted such a terrible death, if only to escape from the monotony of his job.

On paper it sounded so glamorous. Traversing the cosmos on his own ship, hauling precious cargo from one point to the other across the vast abyss that contained all manner of things. In reality it was a lot of sitting, and staring at screens. Really, he was only there to press a button or do something if the ship had a malfunction, being just slightly cheaper than some sort of robot or ship device that could fix errors and glitches automatically. A boring job, but not like he had much choice, all things considered.

With a long, excruciating sigh, the maned wolf pushed himself to his feet and started pacing around the cockpit area. In his mind he'd concocted this method of making sure the loneliness hadn't driven him to madness. Flint had once heard the phrase that madness was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result, so therefore if he walked a circle around his cockpit and methodically counted each step, if he got the same number he had to be sane, right?

A final step echoed through the empty steel cockpit. Forty one steps. Again. The maned wolf threw his head back and groaned. Maybe just one more circle?

Before he could take another step, a loud, blaring noise screeched from the cockpit. It wasn't one of the usual noises such as the deep bloop that said that there was something on a collision course with the ship or the buzzing sound that meant that the ship had entered a

radiation field or the firm, authoritative klaxons that blared every time Flint opened a non Horns.Inc game on his phone. This was a new sound.

Flint stood frozen, staring at the cockpit as his mind raced. Had he heard that? Or had he finally gone insane? At this point he didn't mind a bit of insanity. Hopefully he'd start hearing voices so he'd at least have some company.

The noise shrieked again and the maned wolf jumped in place from shock. It was real! Flint launched himself towards the command console and started pressing buttons, trying to discern the nature of this new and exciting sound.

After a short search he found it. Out of all the things it could be, he hadn't been expecting that. There were many things in space, in fact, all things were in space technically. Despite literally everything being in space, encountering things in space was a statistical anomaly because space was quite massive and constantly growing. In fact, in the time it took to read this sentence, space has expanded exponentially. Therefore, meeting another ship in space was such an astronomically low probability that only the most desperate of gamblers would stake their pennies on it. And yet, there in the path of his cargo ship, was a shop. At least according to the sensors, the wolf didn't totally rule out all of this being some sort of hallucination.

Not content to simply take the sensors on their words, Flint tapped a few buttons and produced a live feed outside the ship. A viewscreen slowly slid down from the ceiling and lit up showing the pitch darkness of space and a small blip floating past it. The screen zoomed closer and Flint got his first look at it.

The ship was odd to say the least. Its design was ancient looking, with what looked to be very primitive engines on it. The shape of it could only be described as podlike, with strange ornaments lining the side, like golden swirls and symbols. It looked almost like something you'd see in the possession of some collector. Far too rustic to be considered high end but far too decorated to be called simple. Furthermore, it was massive. Possibly some sort of flagship? Or worse, belonging to a larger species?

Flint stared at the ship, mind racing. He'd never encountered a ship in his lane before. As far as he knew, Horns.Inc had exclusive rights using this lane and only verified Horns.Inc property was allowed to use them. As to how a company could claim a patch of space for themselves, he had no idea but that's how things were in space, it seemed.

"Shit-" the wolf croaked, his voice dry from not having spoken in a good few days. Were these pirates? He'd never met pirates before so he had no real frame of reference, all he'd heard were stories of mass slaughter and epic space battles. Considering he hadn't been blown into smithereens yet, that likely wasn't the case. Though that begged the question, what was this ship?

Its engines were not lit and the ship was drifting forward on impulse. Was it broken?

The maned wolf stared for a few more moments. There was the chance that this ship had perhaps encountered pirates. Was the route ahead perhaps being used as an ambush? It seemed unlikely since his ship was minuscule and therefore his cargo minuscule as well, it seemed a waste of time to rob him. There was still the lingering thought of it.

He licked his lips. He could call them and find out…

Flint pondered the idea. If there was something lying in wait ahead, he had to know, right? Otherwise he'd be risking Horns.Inch property...and himself. This totally wasn't his social contact starved mind begging for a conversation with something that wasn't the dialog window of a sheep based phone game. After a few seconds of deliberating with himself, the maned wolf tapped a button. "Hello? Uh-This is the cargo ship H.I.T-44477. Please respond?"

There was no answer. Nothing but the buzz of static from the other end of the line.

Another possibility occurred to Flint. This could just be some space debris. Perhaps some prop from some movie set that got left like so much other garbage in space. Littering. the maned wolf let out a sigh. This had been a fun little distraction. He checked his phone. Only One hour and forty seven more minutes till he could jump agai-

"H-hello?"

Flint jumped from his seat, the sound of a person speaking being so foreign to him it might as well have been a horrid alien noise. Slowly, he stepped back to the console and with a trembling hand, pressed the button. "H-hello?"

"Hello?!"

"H-h-hello?" Flint repeated.

"Hello? Are you real?!" A soft voice responded. There was a slight tremble to it, akin to that of a child recounting to a parent a story of a ghost they saw in the night. "Please say you're real..."

"I'm real?" Flint responded.

"You're really real?" The voice insisted.

"I think so?" Flint pondered. "A-are you real?"

"Of course I'm real." The voice said, sounding a bit offended. "Listen. You gotta help me. My ship stopped moving and I didn't know what to do and it's been so many days and I was so scared and-" the voice continued listing off an array of tragedies that had occurred to it. Flint listened intently, almost feeling a sense of euphoria just from the sounds of another voice.

Stars he'd been so lonely. "-and the console won't stop beeping and I stubbed my toe!

Ohpleasepleasplease help!"

"Uh-" He hesitated. His job description clearly listed he wasn't supposed to do anything that isn't listed in his job description, that being make sure that all Horns.Inc products arrived at the drop off point in the appropriate time frame. Stopping to help someone with a broken down ship wasn't exactly in his job description. But he couldn't just leave, could he? What would happen to this guy if he just left him? There was almost no chance that anyone else would happen upon this ship. Leaving them there would likely mean they would continue to drift until their life system gave out, or their ship encountered some hazard or worse, slowly dying as food and water ran out. It was a fate that Flint wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.

"Sure!"

"Ohthankyothankyouthankyou-" the voice gushed on the other end.

Flint swallowed. Best to get this over quickly. "So uh- What seems to be the problem?"

"Uhhh-" the voice mumbled something quietly. "T-the ship won't move?"

His ear twitched. "What does the console say?"

The comms went silent. After a few seconds the voice returned. "It has a bunch of numbers on it. I d-don't know what they mean!"

"You don't kn-" He bit his tongue. Whatever had happened to this ship must have been catastrophic. Perhaps whatever remained of this crew was ill equipped to handle diagnostics. "Would it be alright for me to scan your ship?" "Will it hurt?" The voice asked, sounding afraid.

"Why would a scan hu- No. It won't hurt." Flint assured.

"...Alright."

With a tap of a button, the scanner controls appeared. It took only a few moments to find the problem. A small tear in the hull, punctured by a small piece of debris and leaking oxygen. It seemed the ship had entered a sort of Safe mode following the puncture, focusing power on oxygen production until the issue could be fixed. An extreme failsafe if he'd ever seen one. "Okay. You seem to have a small hole on the back. My ship is equipped with a small mining laser. I could solder it shut for you."

An excited squeak thundered from the comms, peaking the audio for a moment.

"YESYESYES PLEASE."

Flint pressed forward on his control stick, allowing the ship's AI to do the brunt of the work. As he approached the ship, he couldn't help but notice the sheer scale of it. the thing had to be twice the size of any warship he'd seen. It was bigger than a damned space station! He approached a tear in the ship that could have fit seven of his own ships through it with ease. Programming the firing pattern into the ship's computer, he started the mining laser. A red beam arched across from his ship and began to slowly crawl across the space, slowly soldering the piece of space debris into the massive hull. Luckily the debris was made from a metal that was more durable than the one the giant ship's hull was. "Okay." Flint sighed. "It's gonna take a bit, but it's happening."

A sigh whispered through the comms. "Thank you so much uh--you?"

"It's Flint." The maned wolf said. "What's your name?"

"It's Robin!" The voice said in a chipper tone that once again, peaked the audio a bit. "Thank you so much Captain Flint!"

"I'm not a-'' He started, While technically the ship's autopilot was listed as the captain, he was the only sentient being here. Didn't that technically make him the captain? "D-don't mention it. What exactly happened to your ship?"

The voice went silent for a moment. "Well-" Robin chirped. "I was flying and then it stopped. That’s all I know."

"You were flying?" Flint asked. "Are you the pilot?"

"Uhhhhhyes?" Robin replied. "I guess?"

"You guess? What does that mea-" Just as he was about to ask for clarification, the control panel beeped rudely. The mining laser had finished its work. "Oh. The laser is done. You should be good now."

"Wait!" Robin cried out. "It's still not moving."

Flint blinked. "Well yeah. You have to reset the engines and make the system do a check over the hull, otherwise it won't reroute power."

"..."

"Did you hear me?" Flint asked.

"H-how does one do uh- whatever you just said?" Robin whimpered.

The maned wolf felt a tinge of frustration in his voice. How was this guy a pilot? "Uh-Well, I don't know the control layout of your ship so-"

"Oh!" The audio peaked painfully. "You could come onto my ship and show me!"

"Uh-"

"Please! I-I-I need help."

The tone of their voice was nothing short of heart-string tugging. As nervous as Flint was about the whole thing, he had to admit he was curious. And besides, there were probably some laws stating that since he'd stopped to help he was obligated to make sure he'd actually helped. Better to be sure his repairs didn't just momentarily plug up a hole only to get loose later. "F-fine."

"Yay!" Robin cheered. "The door is by the side! Meet you there!"

Flint felt a pit in his stomach. This was so out of line for what he was supposed to be doing. His job was making sure the cargo arrived from point A to point B without a hitch and nothing else. This definitely counted as something 'else'. He swallowed as he input the commands to fly towards the docking bay of the ship. He had some spare time, this probably wouldn't take long.

When he arrived at the docking port he was a bit taken aback. The door was massive, nothing short of monolithic.

He waited for a moment, expecting the door to open, instead it stood still...or as still as something adrift through space could be. Flint grunted, did they expect him to open it himself? There was a good chance that this Robin guy didn't even know how to open the hangar bay door. Just as he was about to give the guy a call, the door began to lurch open, slowly and almost menacingly, as was the case when things were this massive. Flint was not prone to megalophobia but the more he saw of this strange ship the more he was beginning to understand the fear of the huge.

Within a few seconds the door had opened enough to fly inside, Flint piloted his ship in still mesmerized by how much the door could open. It could easily accommodate a battleship or even a smaller station within it. The room he entered didn't look much like a hangar bay, more like a small docking port. The maned wolf felt a chill crawl up his spine. It could only mean that this had to be a larger species. Though how much larger remained a question.

He landed the ship on the floor of the room, not risking being in the air when the air recycled its atmosphere. "Alright. I'm inside." Flint called over the comms.

"Okay!" An exasperated voice sounded on the other end.

After a few minutes, the hiss of oxygen flooding into the room roared all around his ship, buffeting it harshly as it did. Were it not for magnetic clamps, his ship might have been blown away. As soon as the hissing stopped, the entire side of the room began to lift up and light poured inside.

Flint, having gone quite far and wide, was used to seeing alien species of all shapes and sizes. After all, his planet was quite accustomed to interacting with a species so much larger than themselves. The size of the figure standing in the doorway was far greater than any Flint had ever seen. The rams were massive, for sure, but this figure would have towered head, shoulders and stomach over them. "Holy shi-"

"Helloooo?" The figure's voice blasted through the room, sounding more like the violent thoom of a distant explosion rather than the shaky, nervous voice it had been before, shaking the very steel of the floor. Flint found himself forced to clutch his ears. Instinctively he tapped a button on his collar, activating a small localized forcefield around his body, immediately muffling the overwhelming volume. Before he could do anything else, the ground shook as the massive figure strode inside. "Anyone here?"

The maned wolf struggled to stay in his seat as the ship practically bounced with the vibrations caused by the giant footsteps. Out of sheer desperation he did the only thing he could think of. With a few frantic taps on his command console he took the ship off the ground and into the air. Finally able to move freely, Flint brought the ship higher, turning it around to finally see Robin fully.

He was a lanky species, white fur with a respectable plume of fur adorning their neck. Their nose was small, almost button like on a short snout. Two massive ears added to their already terrifying height, standing upright and alert. They were massive. Beyond massive. Robin had to be at least several kilometers away and yet he still appeared so large on the ship’s viewscreen.

Flint swallowed. He hated dealing with larger species, though that mostly stemmed from the fact that most of his interactions with larger species was through the Rams of Horns.Inc.

There was a chance that other species weren't quite so callous with the lives of smaller species quite like his horned oppressors were. Or at least Flint hoped so.

It occurred to him that nowhere in their conversation had the matter of size come up. Robin likely knew nothing about how massive he was compared to flint, and the maned wolf knew that could only be a danger if he didnt do anything. Flint had been in the rabbits shoes a few times before, metaphorically of course, though he was sure that if the bunny wore shoes his whole ship would have no problems fitting inside several times over. When he’d encountered species smaller than himself, it was very easy to lose track of them, a common problem in the galaxy at large and therefore something he came prepared for. Thinking quickly, he piloted his ship closer to Robin, halting at about face height. He pressed a button to activate outside lights to add to his noticeability, and then he activated an outside speaker system, both systems made specifically to deal with larger species without having to leave the relative safety of his ship. "Hey-"

In the blink of an eye, the massive rabbit locked his huge eyes onto the ship. Everything happened faster than Flint could react. The ship lurched backwards as the autopilot took over. Flint had barely even blinked before two massive slabs of flesh crashed together mere inches away from where the ship had been. The impact was so great that he felt it ripple through the ship, even past his personal forcefield. His heart felt like it had stopped for a moment as he stared out from the viewscreen.

Two immense hands lingered in front of the ships. The giant rabbit had just tried to crush him.

"Eugh-" The giant rumbled. "Bugs."

His heart sank. "Waitwaitwaiti'mnotabugimnotabugimnotabug!" Flint cried out, hoping that his external speaker system hadn’t been broken by the shockwave.

One monolithic ear twitched. "Captain Flint?" Robin asked, craning his neck around. "Where are you?"

"I-I'm right here!" The wolf squeaked. For emphasis, he started flashing the lights on his ship. "Y-you nearly crushed me!" Just saying those words was enough to make the wolf tense up, the full realization that he'd just come inches away from being erased like a bug.

The rabbit's massive eyes locked onto his ship again and Flint felt his soul leave his body, fully expecting them to make another attempt to pancake his ship. Much to his relief, the rabbit squinted.

"Is that you?" Robin asked, cocking his head. "I thought you were a bug!"

"It's not a bug!" Flint growled. "That's my ship!"

Robin blinked. "Oh. OH!"

The alarms on his ship blared as the rabbit suddenly stepped closer, a single snoot filling up the entire viewscreen.

"You are so small! How are you this small!?" Robin gushed.

"Uh-"

"Wait- Are you even smaller inside?" Robin continued asking. "How small are you? Can I see?"

"N-no!" Flint called out. "T-this is already dangerous enough and I don't want to add to that by leaving the ship."

"Please?" the rabbit insisted.

"Nope."

Robin's ears drooped.

"Look." Flint started. "I'm kind of on a schedule. Could I take a look at your ship systems?"

The rabbit blinked. "R-right. Follow me"

As the rabbit turned, Flint found himself having to react to the air displacement in the giant's wake. Robin started walking away, further inside the ship and Flint followed hesitantly, flying a good two or three feet behind the rabbit just in case they decided to stop and keeping his lights on out of fear that the rabbit might mistake him for a bug again. It wasn't the first time he'd been compared to an insect, though it was the first time it had happened by accident.

Within a few steps they were within what looked like a traditional cockpit, traditional in the sense it was like something ancient. The piloting system was nothing short of archaic, relying heavily on pilot visuals and not on sensors. Had he been piloting a ship like this a few moments ago he'd be dead. Not to mention the sheer absurdity of the viewing port. Instead of having a monitor that simply showed a live feed of the outside of the ship there was glass, tempered, sure, but were it not for the fact that the glass was five times as thick as his own ship was long it would have been a death trap. One malfunction to the deflectors and that thing would be riddled with holes. It was honestly a miracle that the bunny wasn't dead already.

Oddly, it seemed the ship was built to accommodate more crew. There were empty positions for what Flint assumed would be a communications station and another for a combat station, assuming he was identifying the old interface correctly.

"So-" Flint started. "I'm going to need you to man the flight cont-"

"Of course." Robin interjected, already sitting down in the pilot's seat. "I know where that is. I did get this far, after all." There was a hint of pride in his voice.

"Right." Flint hovered his ship towards the console, forced to get uncomfortable close to the towering bunny. "Start by pressing the yellow button there and that should bring up a systems analysis screen. From there you want to look for a hull scan function and-" He stopped. Tapping a few buttons on his panel, he brought the viewscreen to the bunnies face.

Sure enough, Robin's attention was on the tiny ship hovering in front of him and not on the pilot's controls. "Are you paying attention?"

The bunny blinked. "Oh. Right. Sorry. You're just super small, you know?"

"I'm aware, yes." Flint acknowledged. "H-have you never met a smaller species before?"

Robin's head lolled to the side, his ears flopping to in tandem with the movement. "Once or twice but they were roughly my size. I had no idea people could get this small."

"Yeah it's really something-" Flint dismissed quickly. "Let's keep focused. I cant linger here too lo-"

"Why's that?" Robin interjected.

The maned wolf blinked. "Well uh-"

"Oh!" The bunnies' eyes narrowed as their massive head moved in closer to the ship hovering in front of them, so much closer that the proximity sensors went off. "Do you have some super important mission to get to?" He asked, his voice brimming with excitement. "Some cool captain stuff?"

"I-" He wished. What constituted even coming close to an adventure for the maned wolf was usually nothing more than a simple time crunch or something from his shipment being missing. Life as a cargo hauler was nothing short of dreadful. "N-not really. Press the yellow button please."

A small bit of air displacement rocked his ship as the bunny nodded. "Right."

The button was pressed and the process of rebooting the ship's energy systems began. It took a bit of time since Robin kept getting distracted. One time Flint was forced to take evasive measures when Robin had gotten the bright idea to try to 'boop' his ship. He did not know what a boop was, assuming it was some sort of ritual from the bunnies culture, but as innocent as it was on paper it was still a ship sized finger trying to swat him out of the sky. After cautioning him to not touch his ship the bunny apologized.

Getting a feel for Robin's character was hard. The bunny seemed very innocent, though that might have been on account of how helpless he was. Of course, no amount of perceived innocence could really make them seem remotely safe. Flint already knew how dangerous larger species were and was ready to fly away at any sign of hostility or ill intent.

After a few minutes, the ship's engines roared to life as the system recognized that the hull breach was dealt with and it was safe to divert power from the life support. "Right. That should do it." Flint chuckled.

Robin didn't reply. Instead, the rabbit was looking around with a huge smile plastered on their face. His ears stood upright and alert.

"So uh-" Flint said. "I'll just be on my way then. I'm on a schedule after a-"

"Wait!" the bunny said, suddenly locking eyes onto the ship again. "D-do you want to stay f-for lunch?" "Uh-"

"Pleeease?"

Flint stared at the viewscreen, or rather the bunny snoot filling up his viewscreen, Robin was so large that his outside sensors literally couldn't capture their whole face. The bunny had mellowed out a bit after that whole almost crushing him like a bug by mistake and seemed to be taking all the cautions he'd been levying at him to heart. He did have lunch periods saved up...and this was the first non-work person he'd met in two months. Aside from all the various harm that could come from giant species, what was the harm in having lunch with a person for once? "I-i guess?"

An excited squee erupted from Robin who practically jumped to his feet, once more causing a nontrivial amount of air disturbances around his massive body. "Yesyesyesyes! Follow me!" The bunny said as he rushed past Flint's ship, further into the ship.

He followed, keeping the same amount of distance he'd maintained before. As he followed, he couldn't help but notice all the clutter on the ground. He'd been so focused on the bunnies movements before (as a caution if they tried to swat him out of the air again) that he hadn't noticed the mess that was strewn around the ship.

Large containers littered the floor, scanners indicated that they had contained organic nutrients.

They entered into a larger chamber, far more lavish than the cockpit, far more lavish than anything Flint had ever seen on a ship. It looked like the bedchambers of some sort of king or planetary ruler. Walls adorned with the same golden symbols that decorated the outsides of the ship, huge seating arrangements, even by the bunnies massive species standards, made from some of the finest cloth that Flint's sensors had ever sensed. More garbage littered the floor here, it was clear that the bunny had been there for a long, long time considering the literal mountains of packaging that sat on his table.

Robin vanished inside a closet, only to appear once again moments later holding up one of those plastic containers, unopened. He plopped himself onto the floor, sitting cross legged with the package in his lap. "I think I'll do broccoli and carrots today."

Flint blinked, flying his vessel in closer. "Broccoli and carrots?"

"Yeah?" Robin narrowed his eyes. "As in the vegetables?"

The maned wolf stared, almost unsure if he'd heard right. "Y-you have actual vegetables?"

Robin stared back, clearly confused. "Yes?"

"Not just flavored nutrient paste?"

"Flavored what?" Robin cocked his head as he sat down at a large table. "I dont think so?" He tapped a few tabs on the packaging and steam began to emanate from inside as some sort of automated cooking function activated. "These are just regular veggies. You wanna try some?"

Flint tensed up. Actual vegetables were worth their weight in gold back on his planet. All he had on his ship was a nutrient paste that oddly only came in two flavors, plain and shrimp flavor. The prospect of trying out actual, non engineered food was something he never thought he'd even get close to experiencing. He really wanted to. "I-I cant bring it onto the ship."

"Then leave the ship." Robin quickly suggested.

The maned wolf opened his mouth to dismiss the idea, but just as he did the rabbit's meal package made a loud popping noise. Robin tugged on a flip on the edge of the packaging and pulled it back, revealing a literal mountain of green sprouts and orange slices, larger than his ship at the smallest. Flint quickly shut his mouth to avoid drooling. He would likely never get a chance like this again.

It couldn't hurt, right? Leaving the ship for just a few moments to enjoy a once in a lifetime meal? After all, one of the only things he could call safety equipment he'd been provided with was a space suit made to handle extreme conditions. The suit he was wearing was built to handle extreme pressures, extreme temperatures, and even function in a vacuum in case he had to make repairs outside the ship, protection from a specialized personal force field that was active at all times that filtered out threats. From what he was told it was a very cheap solution to keep Horns.Inc workers from being lost while on duty. Surely it could handle just a few minutes of walking outside to grab a bite to eat?

"O-okay." Flint agreed.

A low pitched sound, almost like a mix between a squeak and a purr sounded from the bunny.

Flint scanned the ground, finding a good spot to land just a few hundred meters away from the bunny. With one last check over his suit to make sure it was fully operational, he stepped to the airlock of his ship. With one last thought of encouragement, Flint opened the airlock door to the outside world.

Immediately he was blasted with the sensation of the outside air rushing into his ship. The various scents and smells of the non filtered air assaulting his senses, the most overpowering of which was the smell of freshly cooked vegetables. He couldn't remember the last time he actually smelled cooking food. His mouth started watering like mad, and Flint found himself taking deeper and deeper breaths. For a moment he almost forgot his main hang up about leaving the ship, only to be reminded as the airlock door fully slid open.

He was met with the visage of a massive eye, staring right at him. The maned wolf jumped back in shock and shrieked in a very undignified manner.

"Heck!" The giant's voice rumbled, unfiltered by the steel protection of his ship's hull. "You're teeny!"

"Ohstarsohstars-" Flint stammered, bordering on whimpers as he tried his best to calm himself. Thankfully the bunny pulled back, taking some of the pressure off him. While he was used to interacting with larger species to an extent, he was more used to them being cold and indifferent and not noticing him at all. to him, having the direct attention of a giant was nothing short of a death sentence. He took deep breaths, reminding himself that the bunny did not have any horns. Flint swallowed and stepped outside, trying to keep his knees from shaking.

Robin seemed to lean back, putting his hand into the container of food he had for himself. After a few seconds his hand reemerged with what looked to be green and orange flecks caught under his claw. Slowly, Robin reached towards Flint's ship, stopping just short of it and dumping massive boulders of food onto the ground, each piece of vegetable the size of a personal sized ship. Flint doubted that he could fit them onto his ship if he tried, not without dumping out the cargo.

"There you go!" Robin beamed. "Enjoy!"

"Thanks!" Flint called out.

The bunny squinted. "Are you saying something?"

"Blast." The wolf muttered. He couldn't exactly use the external speakers in his ship to communicate if he was outside the ship. Suddenly, he got a brilliant idea. Tapping a few buttons on his toolbelt, he activated communications with his ship, creating a sort of relay communication. "C-can you hear me now?" Flint asked.

Robin's ear twitched. "Barely."

"Yeah. I have to send my voice to my ship that then has to play it for the external speakers. It's not exactly a lossless process." Flint explained, failing to not sound a bit smug.

"S-sounds technical!" the bun chuckled.

Flint shared the chuckle as he walked towards the massive mounds of food in front of him. "A bit, I'm quite familiar with my ship. But yeah, thank you for the food. I've never had vegetables before." He said in a chipper tone as he stepped up to a piece of broccoli three times his height.

"Never?" Robin asked.

"Never." Flint clarified. He reached out and tore off a chunk of green fiber, his suit beeping a bit to alert him that it was hot enough to cause discomfort.

Robin let out a gasp. "How?"

"My planet doesn't have organically grown vegetables anymore." Flint explained before blowing onto the piece of broccoli for a moment before he took a large bite out of it. The flavor practically exploded through his mouth. A shiver rocked his body as his tail started wagging rapidly at his back. "ohmystarsthat'sgood~"

"Weird-" Robin commented, plucking a piece of carrot that was larger than Flint's ship in his fingers. "How does your planet not have vegetables? Isn't having plants a prerequisite for having, you know, people?"

Were it not for the rabbit's voice literally shaking him to his core he might have completely missed what robin said, for Flint was too busy digging into another chunk of delicious broccoli. "Uh-well. It used to. Before we got integrated."

"Integrated?" Robin asked with his mouth full.

"Yeah-" Flint sighed. "About seven decades ago our planet was invaded by a species known as Rams. they became our overlords. Now the whole planet works for them."

"Works for them?" The bunny asked, almost incredulously if not for the very eager tone in his voice.

"Their whole empire is one large company." Flint explained. "Not sure how that happened but yeah. All our resources were sold off and our cities turned into production hubs."

Another piece of broccoli that dwarfed Flint's ship vanished with a gulp. "What do you make?" Robin asked.

"My sector makes microprocessors." The maned wolf said, trotting up to the carrot to try that out. "I've got twenty of them on my ship, all headed to station Alpha-117 about six days from here." He bit into a chunk of carrot, amazed that something this tasty could exist in the universe.

"So your whole planet just works for these ram guys?" Robin clarified. "That kind of sucks.

Why don't you just...you know, get rid of them?"

Flint nearly choked on a bit of carrot, forced into a fit of coughs. "F-fight them?! Are you mad!?"

Robin's brow furrowed, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I'm not."

"Just one Ram is large enough to flatten a sector in an hour." Flint said, shaking at the thought. "T-they're way too big for us to fight. W-we've tried...Can we change the subject? I-it’s kind of an uncomfortable issue." The maned wolf asked softly, the hint of a tremble on his voice. "W-what about you? Where are you from?"

The bunny lit up. "Oh! My planet was really cool! Had all these veggies and cool stuff. Was pretty sweet aside from the whole food issues."

"Scarcity?" Flint asked.

An audible woosh was heard as the rabbit cocked his head. "No, food isnt scarce. There is plenty of food and water and land to go around it’s just not…shared. All the stuff gets grabbed by a handful of jerks and they dont share it. So a bunch of people were getting together to try to do something about it but that never goes well so I kind of just left.."

"Were things that bad that people were evacuating?" The maned wolf asked.

"Well-" Robin glanced to his side. "Not everyone can afford ships. Mostly It’s just the really rich people who own those. They usually do that whenever we try to rise up against them and just hang back for a few months. " He glanced around. “I saw this ship primed and ready to leave and I kinda just grabbed it.”

He blinked. "Y-you stole this ship?"

"Hey!" Robin said with a slight growl. "I'm not a thief."

Flint tensed up, the slightest hint of anger from the giant more than enough to make him rethink his ever life choice. "Sorrysorrysorry-i-i-i didn't mean it like that i swear!"

The bunny seemed a bit confused from the reaction. "Uh- Don't worry about it. But yeah, the ship was just sitting there so yeah, why shouldn't I just take it? Sure as heck wasn't gonna stay on the planet and get bombed. Took a bit of time to learn how to fly it though."

“Bombed?” Flint blinked.

“Oh yeah.” The bunny chuckled uncomfortably. “The people in the ships usually spend the months in orbit dropping bombs to the surface until we stop trying to get them to share the crops.”

Flint's jaw dropped. “T-that’s terrible.” This explained quite a few things. If anything it made it slightly impressive in a way. To take a ship on impulse and manage to pilot it this far out to space was nothing short of a marvel...or dumb luck. "I can see why you left."

"Was going pretty well until whatever stopped the ship happened." Robin continued. "Aside from the whole being alone, in space, with no one to talk to and all that."

He felt a pang of sympathy for the bunny. "Yeah, I know that feeling. Gets super lonely at times."

"Yeah." Robin nodded. "Sorry."

Flint blinked. "For wha-"

Before he could even respond, the bunny leaned forward. In the time it took for Flint to even blink the rabbit's hand had moved to his ship. "No!" was all Flint could call out as the rabbit's massive fingers plucked his ship up between them. "Nononono-"

Robin picked up the popcorn sized ship and held it to his face. He glanced down at flint with an almost somber look on his face. "I can't go back to being alone. So you're going to have to stay."

Flint stood there, frozen in fear and shock. He was shaking. There was no way he could even hope to reach his ship, much less get it out of the rabbit's hold. "P-p-please no!" He whimpered.

The rabbit stared at the ship for a moment before a smirk spread across his face. "Hey! Check this out!" Robin suddenly put the ship up to his ear and softly pressed the ship inside the ear canal, lodging it within. "Now it's like an earbud. Try speaking now."

"P-please!" Flint begged. "Y-you can't keep me here!"

"Totally can." Robin smiled. "Am doing it right now. See?"

"Please let me go!" Flint pleaded. "I-i-i-I can't stay here!"

The bunnies brow furrowed once more. "Come on. It'll be fun!"

His heart was racing in his chest. This couldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening.

All he'd done was lend some aid to a stranger and now said stranger was going to keep him. This was a nightmare. Flint found his feet under him again and quickly turned tail and ran in the opposite direction.

Robin narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Flint didn't reply, he kept running across the massive, expansive floor of the massive ship. It was irrational to think that he would have any chance of getting anywhere quickly, each metal tile was easily the size of a warship. Flint wasn't exactly thinking rationally, the only thing on his mind was escape.

"Are you running?" Robin asked, sounding hurt. "Don't do that. At least give this a chance." Flint continued running.

A sigh rumbled through the air. "You're being really silly right now. You're not even making progress."

Panicked, exhausted squeaks sounded from the maned wolf as he ran, quickly running out of energy.

"You know I could easily catch you, right?" Robin chuckled.

The debilitating panic that he was already going through only got worse as the ground shook violently, nearly throwing Flint off his feet. He made the mistake of looking over his shoulder to see the rabbit, rising up from the ground. From the moment he'd seen robin, the bunny had seemed huge, unfathomably massive even, but from his view here on the ground it was beyond description. Flint had seen his massive ram overlords on his planet once or twice. Huge, horned giants whose shoulders stood above their tallest buildings. They would have seemed small compared to Robin.

Ears reached so high into the air that flint could see the hue of the ship's atmosphere between the spaceships. The bunnies face stared down at him, eyes like lakes locked right onto him like celestial omens. A frame that looked both delicate and all powerful stretched into all directions, so immense that Flint could not see all of it at once. He felt like an ant, staring up at a god, and as the bunny raised his foot, Flint could only fear that god.

Whatever courage that had fueled his run so far vanished as the cruiser sized bunny paw sailed over him. Flint fell to his knees and covered his head, shrieking in terror as the sky vanished and he was cast in the shadow of Robin's paw.

As he lay there, cowering, the paw sailed forward. It moved beyond him, crashing down several meters away from where he was headed. A huge shockwave of displaced air blew forward, knocking Flint backwards and sending him rolling back through sheer force before a quake rumbled through the ground.

"See?" Robin's voice thundered from the heavens. "That wasn't even one step."

The maned wolf snapped back to attention, roused back to his senses by the booming voice. He picked himself up and looked around himself. It seemed the impact from Robin's footstep had sent him back, blowing him back further than he'd managed to run. Flint glanced to his side, only to see a massive wall of pink to his side, one that slowly blended into a wall of white rope like strands.

He blinked, trying to get his bearings. There was some sort of weird smooth object that jutted out from the front of the wall. Shiny and smooth. As Flint stared upwards, he realized what he was lying next to.

A toe. A single toe several times the size of his own ship. The maned wolf scrambled backwards in fear, staring upwards.

Looking back down at him was the rabbit. A smile on his face that could have been misconstrued as innocent were it not for the sheer amount of pants-shitting terror that it emanated. Flint was right below Robin, where if not for the fact that the rabbit was leaning forward, he would not have been able to see his face past the giant's flight suit covered groin. "I-I-I-" Flint stammered.

"Are you gonna start running again?" Robin asked. "Because that was kind of rude. You're really making this new friendship kind of awkward, Flint."

He trembled. "S-sorry-" the maned wolf whimpered. "P-please d-dont h-hurt me!"

A loud chuckle thundered through the ship. "I'm not gonna hurt you! Silly!" Robin mused. "You're my new friend!"

"F-friend?" Flint repeated, almost too shocked to speak.

"Yep!" Robin nodded. "Picking you up now. Don't move."

"Wait wha-" Was all flint could manage before his voice became nothing but a panicked squeak as the giant of a bun began to bend down. It was like seeing a meteor crash towards you while flying in space. An impossibly massive object looming closer and closer. Flint flinched and buried himself under his arms as the bunnies hand approached. Two pink walls clamped around him and the maned wolf cried out, only to be muffled between the walls of flesh that were Robin's finger tips.

For a moment, Flint stopped. He slowly opened his eyes to realize that he was in fact still alive. Completely immobile and surrounded by oppressive pressure but still alive. A faint beeping in his ear made him realize the reason. His suit. Turned out the personal force field was far stronger than he'd assumed. Thought the beeping was a notification that it was operating at maximum pressure. If the bunny squeezed his fingers together just a fraction more, he would be turned into a smear.

Before Flint could even try to move, the fingers parted. The maned wolf shrieked as he fell, landing on something soft. He slowly opened his eyes to find himself lying on a large field of thick white strands. He looked around, confused, only to spot something terrifying in the distance.

Standing in the distance were two massive orbs, eyes staring back at him. Two lids slowly lowered as the eyes focused on him.

"Haiii~" A voice shook through the air, vibrating through Flint's bones.

He was standing on the rabbit's snout. "Uh-"

"Way easier to see you like this!" Robin rumbled. "I mean- Hard to see you anyway. You're lucky I eat a lot of carrots."

"P-please!" Flint found the courage to speak. "Y-you have to be more careful when handling me! It's dangerous to hold me dire-"

"I was plenty careful." Robin interjected. "You're in one piece, right?"

"I-"

"Now come on. You're gonna help me learn to pilot this thing."

"I-" Flint tried to speak as the bunny rose to his feet. He found himself clinging to a single strand of fur like a rope as the wolf became a chaotic haze of shifting shapes all around him. The rush of air threatened to throw him off with every step the rabbit took.

As quickly as the rabbit started moving, he stopped. Robin plopped himself down into the pilots chair. "Oookay. First things first. How do we choose a course?"

Slowly, the maned wolf managed to release his death grip on the strand of hair. "W-what?"

"I've kind of just been moving in the same direction that the ship started on when it launched and that was going pretty well until it stopped going pretty well." Robin continued, not knowing how chaotic each word was for the tiny maned wolf on his snout. "So it might be better if I actually knew how to steer. So how do I do that?"

Flint stared up in shock. How was this guy still alive? How was he still alive? All he could do was placate this bunny until he could think of a way off the ship. "Uh-how much do you k-know about piloting ships?"

"I have seen one movie about it." Robin said proudly. "It was good except for all the military propaganda in it."

"...H-have you ever even been on a spaceship?" Flint asked.

"Nope!" Robin beamed.

His heart sank. "I-uh-learning how to f-fly a ship could take y-years."

A groan sounded from the bunny. "Fine. new idea." Robin chirped. "You be the captain and

I'll be co-captain."

Flint blinked. "What?"

"More like you're technically the captain, I mean if i'm doing all the things then i'm really the captain but you're just telling me how to do all the things." Robin continued. "Makes sense, right?"

There was no way this was going to work. Even the best crews couldnt work when every single move was being relayed through someone with zero piloting experience. "C-can you please just let me go?" He whimpered.

The bunnies' massive eyes narrowed, focused on him with an intensity that put the fear of god into the maned wolf's heart. "Are you saying you don't want to be my friend?" Robin accused.

Flint stood frozen with fear. "I-I-I-I-"

"Because I don't know what I would do if I had to stay here by myself anymore." Robin said in a cold, gloomy voice. "You're not gonna make me have to be alone again, are you?"

His heart felt like it might jump right out of his chest. He wanted to run but where could he go? He was trapped on the bunnies snout. He could jump off, but that would spell certain doom, even if he could make it off the landing pad size muzzle before Robin caught him. Flint did the one thing he could think of. "O-of course not!" He dropped to his knees and patted the snout the best he could. "I-i-i was just kidding!"

The massive eyes immediately lit up. "Oh, you're so cute!" Robin laughed. "Figured you were kidding. I mean, by how you described your job or life or whatever you wanna call it this is a huge upgrade. Instead of being a delivery guy for some lame computer chips you get to be a cool space pilot going on an adventure with your cool bunny friend!" Flint nodded, wondering how long he would survive.

"Right captain!" Robin beamed. "Adventure awaits! How do we start?"

He swallowed. "Uh- Y-you have to find a panel to input coordinate-" Suddenly, the muzzle he was standing on shifted. Flint found himself rolling helplessly down the side, desperately trying to grasp for strands of fur as he fell. Robin had looked down.

"I don't see anyth-OH wait! Found it!" The bunny giggled. "Okay now wha-Flint?" Robin blinked, noticing his vacant snout. "Where'd you go?"

Flint found himself dangling by the side of the snout, holding onto a single strand of fur that lined the bunnies lip. "I-I'm here!" He called out.

"Where?" Robin asked.

The lips shifted as the bunny spoke. Before Flint could react, his grip slipped and he fell.

A shrill sound screeched in Robin's ear. "Ah!" the bunny cried out as he fiddled with the tiny ship lodged into his ear. "Ow!" After a bit of work he managed to fish the ship out of his ear but not without mangling it a bit, holding the now silent means of communicating with the tiny spacefarer a bit away from himself. "Flint, I think your ship is broken." Robin said as he glanced around, trying to see if he could spot his tiny new crewmate.

There was no sign of any speck sized maned wolves anywhere. Where had he gone? Robin stayed still in his seat, keeping movement to a minimum to avoid crushing his new friend, scanning the area around him. "Flint? You alive?"

As he searched, he felt a small tickle between his legs and reached towards it to eradicate the annoying itch absentmindedly. Robin stopped just short of scratching. The itch felt off somehow. It was just a bit too deliberate, not organic enough. Almost as if it was moving.

The bunny tensed up. "Oh! So that's where you went."

Flint slowly picked himself up. He'd finally stopped falling and was thankfully still alive. When he'd started tumbling off the snout he'd thought that was it. The short, uneventful life of Flint the cargo ship pilot would come to an end because some giant bunny tilted his head. A very undignified end. Somehow he was alive.

What little he could see as he fell was the underside of the bunnies chin before he fell down some crevice, tumbling down for what felt like minutes in darkness before coming to a stop. It was pitch black and the air was hot and humid and reeked of an odd scent. Probably not toxic, the personalized force field he was wearing was designed to keep any toxins out of his systems and only filter breathable safe materials into his suit.

His vision adjusted to the dark slightly. He could make out shapes and curves. Wherever he was, it was large, and moving. The surface under him was soft and warm and covered in thick strands so he could assume he was still on the bunnies body. Considering the flat walls around him he could deduce that he might have fallen inside Robin's clothing. As if his luck could get any worse.

"Oh! So that's where you went!"

Flint clutched onto the massive body under him. He could feel the bunnies' voice rumble through the skin. "R-Robin?" He asked into the air. "D-don't move! I think I fell into your jumpsui-"

"I don't know how intimate friends are on your planet but where i'm from you're being very forward." Robin mused.

"What? Uh-" Flint glanced around, growing more confused by the second. Why was he so warm? "I-just stay still! I'll cli-"

"I don't mind. Honestly it's kind of flattering." Robin continued. "It probably looks massive to someone as small as you."

He blinked. "Can you hear me?" Flint asked.

"Ahh~ what the hell? Might as well do it. It'll be a good icebreaker."

A horrid chill crawled up his spine. The long eared madman must have broken his ship or something that meant he wasn't hearing him. Or maybe he was just ignoring him. Both options were equally horrid. Either way, Flint knew he had to get out of wherever he was as quickly as he could.

He started crawling upwards, assuming the bunny hadn't moved much in those few minutes he'd been falling. It would be a good bet that whatever opening he fell inside would be somewhere up there and Flint had no interest in whatever the bunny had planned for him.

Just as he began his climb, the world around him shifted violently. Whatever he was clinging to bobbed and jiggled from side to side as the giant moved, forcing Flint to cling to it for dear life. "WAITWAITWAITSTOPSTOPSTOP-"

Gravity turned and Flint found himself no longer sitting on a soft, yielding surface, but hanging onto it. Robin had stood up and was walking around. With each step that the bunny took Flint was nearly thrown off as whatever he was holding onto rose and fell, bobbing violently.

As quickly as movement had started, it ended with one final quake, strong enough to throw the little maned wolf upwards. He tumbled forward a few times until he managed to get a grip once more. The surface had leveled out again, meaning he wasn't at risk of falling down further. Flint slowly licked himself up, trying to get his bearings.

A roaring sound rumbled through the air, rapidly approaching. Before Flint could even get to his feet a flood of light spread throughout the area, blinding him briefly. The ground under his feet shifted and threw him off his feet and onto his back.

Slowly his vision returned to him. He was lying in a field of white fur. In front of him was a veritable landscape of white fur with rolling hills, curves so tall it would have taken him minutes to scale each one. Two mountains lay in the distance, behind them was the massive face of Robin, smirking down at him with a knowing smirk on his face and the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

Flint's face went red as well. The massive body in front of him was nothing short of magnificent. Abs larger than his ship and pecs he could land a flagship on. He blinked. If he was getting this kind of awe inspiring view, then where was he?

The maned wolf swallowed. Slowly he looked to his side.

Beside him was a mountain of flesh. Two huge, white fur covered orbs, each one several times the size of his ship hung from the bottom of an immense sheath. A pink tip like the face of a battleship poked out of the front and the air reeked of the same scent he'd felt before. Musk. Musk so thick it was like trying to breathe through a mattress. "W-what th-"

"Okay, full disclosure~" Robin mused. "Never done it with someone the size of a grain of salt before so I'm kind of playing it by ear."

The body under his feet shifted as Robin reached for his dick. Flint dropped to his stomach and held onto the thicker, wiry hairs of the bunnies bush to try to keep himself from being thrown around. He stared at the massive member in the rabbit's hand as it expanded further into the air, growing before his eyes as it slithered out of the immense sheathe. For a moment it looked like it was growing with no end in sight, becoming thicker, longer, more massive with each passing second. Veins so thick he would have had to climb them to get across them swelled and pumped, the audible rush of blood coursing through the slick, musky flesh filling the air around him. By the time it had reached its full height, Flint could no longer see the tip.

He sat there, frozen in fear and awe. His size never really bothered him. It was a large universe out there and size was relative. Right now, he felt like a speck relative to the bunnies manhood, standing above him like a fleshy, pulsing skyscraper. Flint swallowed, feeling his own member strain against his suit. Though it was unfathomably emasculating to think that he was sitting at the base of another man's cock, downright cowering in awe of it like it was some terrifying, deific force, he couldn't deny the fact that it was exhilarating. The sheer size of it was hard to fathom and that was kind of hot. Coupled with the overwhelming amount of musk coursing through his system with every breath, it was too much to resist. The maned wolf flinched as the bunnies hand descended, wrapped around the monolithic shaft and softly stroking it.

Flint shook his head, managing to pull his gaze away from the monument of manhood casting his entire existence in its shadow to glance back at Robin. He'd been so caught up in the whole show that he'd barely registered what Robin was saying. "H-hey!? What? Play what by ear?!"

"Mostly I'm just afraid that you'll get lost." Robin thundered, his voice sounding more breathy and gasping with excitement. "Hey! I got an idea!" The maned wolf was once again forced to cling to the thick pubic hairs as Robin shifted his weight in the bed, reaching into a nightstand at the side of his bed. He pulled out a small square piece of plastic, quickly tearing into it with his teeth and pulling out a rubbery circle and holding it to his face. "Safe sex, am I right?"

"S-sex?!" Flint gasped. The bunny couldn't be serious, could he? There was no way something like that would even be feasible. Not only was he far too small to ever even make an impact on the bunnies libido, he was so small to just his cock that he was afraid the monolith of flesh might tilt over and crush him were it not for the bunny holding onto it. Once again Flint's member twitched in his pants. "Y-you ca-"

Before he could move, the bunny's hand unclenched from his cock and darted towards him. Two massive claws plucked up out of Robin's thick bush, kicking, screaming and panting. Flint tried to push against the finger out of desperation, trying to do whatever he could to get the bunny to listen to him.

He watched as Robin moved the condom underneath him. "NOO-NONO-"

The fingers parted and Flint fell a short distance. He bounced as he landed on the side of the rubbery material, quickly sliding down to the small bubble at the center of the circle, ending up in a deep pool of lubrication. Flint quickly scrambled to try to swim, barely able to even flounder in the thick, oily lube. He barely managed to get his head above the lube, only for the world to tilt. Looming at the side of the condom's rim he could see the bunnies' engorged tip as it slid inside the ring, stretching it out the thin rubber walls and sealing the speck of a maned wolf inside.

Everything tilted around him and Flint slid forward. In the blink of an eye he was swept forward by a tidal wave of lube and crashed against the warm, soft flesh of the bunnies' tip just as a thin wall of rubber sealed him against it.

All the noise of the outside world became muffled, drowned out by the rhythmic booms of the bunnies heartbeat, heard through the throbbing of his monolithic cock as it pounded the little maned wolf with each pulse. Flint was completely pinned against the tip of the bunnies cock, just barely able to squirm. What little oxygen he could get within the condom reeked of musk and the thick smell of cum. His head was spinning from the arousal and the bobbing of the cock as it moved with each throb.

"There we go!" Robin beamed. "Now I won't lose track of you and won't make a mess.

Sometimes it's scary how smart I am."

With an eager smile, Robin wrapped his hand around his sizable cock. He tilted it slightly to glance at the tiny speck of a maned wolf trapped against his tip to make sure he was secure, right before he started stroking his dick, starting at the top and slowly sliding his hand down, feeling a wave of pleasure surge through him.

He lay back in his bed, burying his head into his pillow and relaxed, allowing his hand to traverse the length of his cock slowly, savoring the act with his new cremate.

Pressure built every time the rabbit's hand stroked across the tip, squeezing Flint's tiny body into the firm flesh of the cock. His body felt numb from the punishment of the bunnies throbbing, all he could feel, small, hear and even taste was Robin's cock, a minuscule addition to his pleasure.

A clear liquid began to ooze from the tip, quickly coating the tip. Flint was dislodged as the bunnies hand stroked upwards, loosened by the deluge of precum. The stroke pushed him upward, flailing and coughing and gasping for air before the rubber around him tightened as Robin stroked back down.

The minuscule maned wolf quickly found himself floating, popping inside the tiny air bubble at the tip of the condom. Flint gasped as he found the first bit of fresh air he'd had in what had to be minutes. The few glimpses of the outside word he could see past the murky walls of the rubber showed him the blurry landscape of a bunny, their pleasured gasping more akin to the roar of a god. "H-help!" He cried out. "I-I can't swi-"

This short respite was immediately ruined when Robin stroked down again. The maned wolf was sloshed around in the bubble, swirling around in the mix of sweat, seed and lube, at the mercy of the bunnies' strokes as Robin continued stroking.

The entire cock began to tremble. Before Flint could even catch his breath the whole world rocked back as Robin let out a deep moan that shook the maned wolf to his core. The bunnies' tip exploded, a thick rope of cum shot out from the tip, blasting the tiny maned wolf in a tidal wave of hot white seed. The eruption was pure chaos, Flint was flushed away by the flood of seed as it quickly filled what little space was in the condom, only for the cock to fire off more and more loads.

Robin groaned in ecstasy, arching his back as he stroked his cock rapidly, milking out every single drop of pleasure. This was so much better than jacking off alone. The spasms slowed down, as did his stroking. Through lidded eyes, Robin glanced down at himself.

The condom had inflated from the amount of cum in it, having ballooned into a large bubble that hung off the side. With a grunt, the bunny carefully slid his softening cock out of the condom, making sure not to spill anything onto his bed. "Holy heck. That was good. Did you have fu-"

He froze. There was no little maned wolf speck on his cock. The bunnies' eyes darted around before locking onto the condom, quickly putting two and two together. "Crap! Crapcrapcrap-"

Just as he was about to panic, a small blinking light appeared inside the cream filled condom. Robin held it closer to his face.

Floating in a pool of white liquid was a tiny speck of a maned wolf, gasping for air. Flint's space suit had activated an emergency measure meant for occasions where he was fully submerged. A floatation device had inflated around his waist and a red blinking beacon was lit on his shoulder. Flint gasped for air, struggling to wipe the thick good from his face as he looked around frantically. "ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods-"

"You're alright!" Robin sighed. "Whew, thought I went too far there for a moment."

"LET ME OUT!" Flint called out, nearly losing his balance and becoming submerged in the cum again. Just as he regained his balance the condom moved, jostling him around in the thick liquid. The condom came to a stop and Flint struggled to the surface again.

A shadow passed over him as Robin loomed overhead. "Listen, I kind of used up all the water this morning and the ship takes all day recycling it. I'll get you out in the morning. You seem to be alright in there anyway with all your fancy space tech." The bunny yawned. “I’ll see you in the morning, captain!”

Flint stared up in sheer horror. "Wait! No! Please no!" He cried out, feeling everything tremble around him as the bunny walked away, leaving him in the thick, steaming pool of his cum. “Damn it! Do not leave me in here! Robin! ROBIN!?” The maned wolf tried to swim towards the edge of the condom, exhausting himself in the process only to see the blurry visage of the bunny lying back down on the bed right before the light went out outside the condom, and minutes later the rolling thunder like noises of snoring filled the room.

He let out an annoyed grumble as he floated within the thick, warm sludge, whimpering and trying his best to keep himself from sinking into the steamy mess. How the hell had he ended up like this? All he'd wanted was to help a stranger and then leave, not to drown in some giant aliens load. His whole body was drenched and he could smell nothing but Robin's heavy musk, each breath making his head spin. The maned wolf let out an annoyed grunt, feeling his cock still straining against his pants. He'd take care of that before finding some way out of this wet sticky tomb....