Naked in the Same Spacesuit

Roger ran down the corridor, as the red alert sirens mounted along the hall started to spin and glow, filling everything full of blood red light.

He headed toward the door marked "Emergency" at the end of the hall, and it slide open the moment he was in front of it.

For the most part, the Emergency Room was empty, save for one escape pod. Roger was grateful, but then that last escape pod launched.

"Damn it!"

Even though the Earth Alliance would not approve of his profanity, he could think of nothing else that he could do. At this point, there was only one more thing he could do.

In the center of the room, there was the 3D Printer, which was able to create a spacesuit around whoever stood in it in a matter of seconds. It worked for any size of human and the aliens in the Alliance, who came in many different sizes.

He wasn't even certain if he would have enough time to use it, as the thing he didn't want to think about was most certainly going to happen in a matter of seconds. The Enemy Armada had concentrated their firepower on his starship's core, and there were only so much that coolant could delay before the main power detonates.

Then, even if he could get a good suit, the only option was to open up the airlock and jump out.

With a lot of luck, the decompression would be enough to take him far from the ship before it explodes.

Then with a lot of luck, he will send out a distress call, and a miracle would have to happen to get a rescue will show up, a few hours or days later. Anything longer than that, and he would suffer of starvation, and he might as well just remove the helmet once the worst of that sets in.

Roger went to the main screen of the spacesuiter, and set the controls for "human". He noted that there was just enough materials to successfully create a suit around him.

He had no time to cheer, and didn't really even think it was worth cheering for, given the entire situation.

Once again, his last chance had a wrinkle as he heard the door open behind him.

He turned and saw a woman wearing a white commander uniform, and he knew what the proper procedure was.

He saluted and said: "Lieutenant Roger Forman. The spacesuiter is already set up for a human. Please run to the central chamber and receive your accoutrements."

To his surprise, the Commander returned his salute and simply said: "You are cleared to go first, Lieutenant."

Roger was surprised, and was also surprised at how beautiful the Commander was with her slicked back blonde hair and deep green eyes. He hadn't seen her before, as he most certainly would have remembered someone of her beauty.

"With all due respect, Commander, if I do that, then there will not be enough 3D printing materials to make another spacesuit for you."

The Commander walked up to the screen, confirming Roger's analysis. There was a moment of hesitation as she looked at him and said: "You could have gone."

Even though time was of the essence, Roger took a few seconds to respond. "The procedure states those above the chain of command have greater priority in this instance."

The Commander paused again. "I appreciate it, Lieutenant, but I'm not going to let you die if I can help it."

The Commander turned back to the 3D Printer homescreen and started a new procedure.

Roger couldn't believe it. "Commander, I've already set-up the procedure--"

"Yes," the Commander interrupted, "the procedure for any human. However, there are a lot of non-humans aboard this ship, and many of them are not human-sized."

Roger was not certain how to respond: "That's true, but if it can't make one suit for someone our size, how can it--""

"We might have enough materials to make one suit that is large enough to contain us both."

"Oh," said Roger, suddenly seeing where the Commander was going with this.

"Let's see, the Trodians, they are about one and a half times our height, and are thick enough to match. I've worked with a few in engineering, and the two of us could fit inside one of their spacesuits."

"Do we have enough materialsfor that?"

"Yes...just enough. Okay, get to the pad."

The Commander took Roger by the hand, and they ran to the center of the 3D Printer. They stood on it face to face, and then she embraced him.

"Okay," she said, "we're going to have to be as close to each other as possible, and don't move."

The Commander hugged Roger so tight that he could feel their genitals touch. He was too scared to feel any pleasure in it, because he had no idea if the spacesuiter was going to work. If she the Commander was off in her calculations, they both could be seriously hurt.

The light of the scanner shined above them, and this was the first stage. To make the situation even more awkward, both their uniforms dissolved around them.

"It must be using whatever matter it can use to create this suit," said the Commander, "just keep as still as possible."

"Okay."

This was the most difficult orders Roger had ever received. He could feel the Commander's tits on his chest, and it was enough to arouse him. He could feel his cock starting to rise, and it was hitting the Commander's vagina.

The Commander made a quick and subtle adjustment so Roger's dick was between them, and it was enough to stiffen it more.

Roger certainly did not want to risk a court martial for sexual harassment of a superior officer, but fortunately, Roger was distracted. The massive spacesuit was being formed around them, and their legs were in the legs of this uniform. There was very little room to move, and a foot above their heads, the transparent helmet formed, concluding the suiting process.

The Commander who turned to the airlock door, which they could not see from where they were, as the helmet was a half-meter over them.

"Emergency Airlock door override, code 66183!"

Nothing happened, and Roger soon realized why. He looked up to the helmet, and said: "Intercom on."

He could again hear the alert sirens, and knew he had some more control than before.

He then turned to the Commander and said: "Try it now."

"Okay. Emergency Airlock door override, code 66183!"

More sirens were then added, which Roger remembered from his training as the airlock door opening warning. He could faintly see the yellow lights of those sirens blinking at the top of the helmet.

The Commander looked Roger into the eyes and said: "Lieutenant, please find the jet-pack controls. We might need some more distance after--"

They were suddenly ripped away from where they were, and the suit went with them. Roger was thrusted up so he was higher than the Commander, with his eyes at the level of his helmet.

Even if he couldn't see that he was in space now, he could feel that he was floating in this suit without any burden of gravity. This gave him and the Commander a little bit more room, but he could feel his dick brush against the Commander's face.

He then realized that he had to activate the jet pack to clear as far away from the ship as possible. However, his arm was too small to use the arm of the suit, and most of the suits have the jetpack controls on the outside of the suit.

Like earlier, he could only do vocal controls only. "Suit, activate thrusters, set a course as far away from the ship as possible."

Roger could see confirmation of the orders on this suit's heads-up holographic display. There was a kind of an overhead map which showed a big dot that was their ship, and a small dot that was them heading away from it. He had no visual confirmation that it was happening, not even any sound of the thrusters.

Then the big dot turned red, the stars outside soon became outshined by what looked to be an exploding star.

They instinctively covered their eyes. As Roger looked away from the top of the suit, he saw Commander Joy's big tits. It was the first time that he got a good view of them. He figured that it was going to be the best thing to see if he was going to die.

However, the great flash of light dimmed, and the Commander stopped covering her eyes. She then looked up at Roger, and he realized that she saw him gawking at her. He began to wish that he had died.

"Uh," Roger began, "I take it that we are clear of the blast. I'm guessing that the debris missed us. Maybe you should come up here and take a look."

It was pretty awkward, but Roger used the suit's interior and pushed his way down, which allowed the Commander to float up. As she looked out, Roger could see nothing but her ass. It was enough for him to look at the suit's feet and his own.

Suddenly, the Commander said, "whoa".

Without looking up, Roger said: "What is it?"

"Even though the ship was destroyed, the battle is still going on."

"Can you see the fleet?"

"What?"

Roger realized by looking down he couldn't be heard. He chose just to speak up rather than risk another view.

"Are we far from the rest of the fleet?"

"I don't see them, so I would have to say yes. However, I see some of our ships, and a few of theirs. They're still blasting away at each other. Some of them are passing by real close."

"Are they shooting at us?"

"Doesn't look like it. Then again, I can't see a lot from here."

"Okay. Should we send out the distress signal?"

"We could. But the other side can hear it too. If we lose, they might decide to celebrate with a little target practice. Maybe we'd better hold off for now."

"All right. What should we do until then, Commander."

She didn't answer right away, but said: "It's Joy."

"I'm sorry, Commander?"

"My name. My parents called me Joy, and honestly, I can't think of any time in my life where I have truly felt that. I did my best to follow orders and advance as much as I could, and it has got me here, floating in space, possibly never getting rescued."

"I must admit, I feel the same way. I have been a devoted follower of the Earth Alliance, and I have to say that it hasn't worked out well, Commander."

"You don't have to call me Commander, Roger. In fact, you can look up at me if you like."

Roger looked up, and tried very hard to block out the sight of the beautiful naked body floating above him.

"You can look as much as you like. We could easily die at any second, and I would rather die doing something that I believe that I would enjoy. You don't have to answer this question, but have you kept the purity pledge of the Earth Alliance?"

Without hesitation, Roger replied. "I have."

"Wouldn't you like to have tried to be intimate, bodily, with another?"

"Of course, Joy."

"In that case, Roger, come up here and be with me. Whatever you have dreamed of doing to another body, you may do it with me. I only wish to do it with you as well."

Roger floated up to Joy and when he got to the top, he looked out to see all the little ships in the distance blasting away at each other, with an occasional explosion. It was horrible and beautiful at the same time, and Joy turned his head toward her and kissed him.

There was just enough space for her to wrap her arms around him, which was more than enough motivation for his dick to become hard once more. He could feel his cock rubbing up against her pussy, and he grabbed her ass so he could hump her in the zero gravity.

He then kissed her neck and worked down to her tits, sucking each nipple until it was quite hard in his mouth. He could feel her pleasurable moans, and he began to stop rubbing up against her, as he could release soon if he kept going.

Then Joy did something unexpected as she put her hands on his hands and broke out of his grip. With some difficulty, she then turned so her head was upside down, and at his feet.

Joy then began kissing Roger's legs, working up until she arrived at his dick. When Roger saw that Joy's pussy was at the level of his mouth, he practically grabbed it with his tongue. He grabbed her ass, now at higher level, and went in and out with his mouth, licking the clit as she moaned.

Joy then surprised Roger again, as she climbed further down, which put her pussy now at the level of Roger's cock. That pussy was so wet that it was easy for Roger to penetrate her, in a sexual position that only zero gravity could provide.

Roger knew that all he would have to do is just move a lot and he would come, a lot. Instead, he moved in Joy just a little at a time, and fingered her at the same time. To make it even more thrilling, Joy reached up and tickled his balls.

Roger was grateful that Joy came, and he could feel her vagina tunnel squeeze his dick. It was enough for him to empty his load, and he realized that he had just created something that would float around in their confined space.

Just as he was about to pull out, there was a light that suddenly surrounded them. While still staying together, they made their way to the top of the suit and saw that the glass was fogged up.

Joy wiped off the condensation, but there was no way to get a clear view.

"What's going on," Roger asked, still wondering if he should pull his flaccid dick out of her, but felt better with it in.

"I think we're caught in some kind of tractor beam."

"Is it a rescue, or a capture?"

"I can't tell. Whatever it is, they're in for a hell of a surprise when they see--"

Suddenly, there was gravity, and they were shaken up within the massive spacesuit. Roger instinctively grabbed onto Joy, and had her tits in his hands. It was enough to make him hard again, while inside her.

"Roger, as much as I would like to, this isn't the time," said Joy, who pulled out of him.

"Sorry."

There was a lot of residue that fell out from her, and Roger hoped that they would soon be out of their cramped space.

He then saw the face of the Enemy Alien through the glass of the helmet, and he wondered if he had a future at all. It was like it was all metal with two glowing yellow eyes.

"Is that one of the Gardshaws?"

"The prime race of the Enemy Armada? Yeah, it's exactly who you think it is."

They saw that the alien took out some kind of device, and it pointed this thing right at them.

"What is it doing with that," Roger asked, "Surely he can see us in here?"

"It's one way glass. He might just think there's a Trodian inside."

"Yeah, but that looks like a medical scanalyzer, like the type our side has. He should probably read that there are two heartbeats inside."

"If he did, then he knows that Trodian's have two hearts."

"You're kidding. You think he's planning on opening us up?"

"If he does, then we're fucked."

They could see the alien point, and the suit was picked up. Roger and Joy were jostled together once again, but they couldn't really enjoy their touching each other at the moment.

They could see nothing but a ceiling passing by above them, and eventually, they were taken to a room and gently put down.

"Okay, now what," asked Roger.

"I'm guessing that they put us in some kind of prison cell. That, or a hospital room."

"Well, they don't seem to be hooking us up or anything. They probably would have took off the suit if they wanted to treat us. Unless they want to just shoot us."

"If they wanted to shoot us, Roger, they would have done it while we were outside."

"You're right. Maybe they didn't take off the suit because we can't survive their atmosphere."

"All right, I'm going to find out."

Joy climbed to the top of the helmet.

Roger loved the view of Joy's ass and pussy, and then he felt something slimy on his elbow. It was the residue of their previous sexual encounter.

"Ewww," he said reflexively.

"What's wrong," Joy instinctively responded.

"Nothing. Let's not move the suit too much. We should probably pretend like we're unconscious."

"Yeah, I was doing that."

When Joy got to the top, she said: "Suit, analyze the atmosphere, could we breathe out there?"

The heads-up display showed a percentage of oxygen and nitrogen on the outside, and they were in the green levels.

"All right," said Joy, "we could get out if we want, but like you said, maybe we should stay still, and listen....suit, intercom on!"

They could hear the noises on the outside, and it was a mix of a lot of pleasurable moans.

"That sounds like a porno," said Roger.

"Now how would you know that?"

"Oh, I..."

"It's okay, Roger, I watched it as well. I even masturbated to it, just like you, I presume."

"Well, I..."

"Later. I'm beginning to think that they didn't take us here to be tortured."

Roger climbed up to the top of the helmet to see what was going on with Joy, but whatever it was, it was clearly happening on the other side of the room.

"Can we get a better view," he said.

"Maybe if we can turn this thing around."

"I thought we didn't want to do that."

They both pushed on the suit, and eventually, it did turn itself over. Roger did end up on top of Joy, with his face in her tits and his hardening cock on her pussy.

"Uh," he said, "we should..."

"Yeah," said Joy, who crawled back up to the helmet section.

"Okay, you're not going to believe this."

"Are the aliens there?"

"Oh yes, a lot of them. And we're definitely dressed for this."

"So they're in their spacesuits?"

"No, I meant that they're naked."

Roger got himself up to the helmet, and he saw exactly what Joy saw: an alien orgy. He could see all kinds of species of aliens that he recognized from the Enemy Armada, and they were all together and pleasuring each other, making noises like someone in ecstasy.

"Do they really not see us here," Roger asked.

"They might be slightly distracted."

"You think they bought us here so we could...join in?"

Joy thought about it. "Can't be. They know we're the enemy. If they see us, they will shoot us on sight."

"I don't see anyone have any gun. Unless that's, no, that is not a gun. It is firing, though. I'm not certain what are the rules with these sex organs on these aliens."

Joy thought she should be disgusted, but she kept staring. Even though the aliens had faces she had never seen before, she could tell that they were happy.

"Roger, how long has the war gone on?"

"What is this, a history quiz? About sixty years."

"Right. Long before we were born. What did the Earth Alliance tell us about the day they came?"

"They said the Enemy Armada asked us to be part of their evil empire. Our leaders saw that they were a horrid and selfish group, and so we refused. Then the Enemy Armada left, and other aliens showed up and we formed the Earth Alliance to combat them."

"Right. It's the history that we were meant to believe."

"Are you saying that didn't happen?"

"What if when the supposed Enemy Armada came, they wanted Earth to join in with this? And our leaders, with their purity ideals, were so appalled by them, they told them to leave. So they did, and other aliens showed up, who shared our leaders' ideals of purity, and so we fought them."

"So the Enemy...these group of aliens...never attacked us, but we and our new allies, we attacked them?"

"Yes. And they fired back. Maybe all they wanted was for us to be a part of this. That's why they brought us here. They probably saw what we had done in this suit."

"Joy, as much as I want that to be true, I...it's a huge risk. Maybe you want to join in, but I'm not so sure."

"Maybe we don't have to join, we just have to understand and accept it. If they force us to participate, then they are worth fighting against. But I don't think they will."

"Well, they might not like it if we watch."

"They perhaps they will let us leave. I want to open the suit, Roger. If you like, you can stay hidden. Perhaps you can sneak off."

Roger exhaled. "No. We can't hide anything. If they discover me, and you denied that I was there, they won't trust you. Let's open this up."

Joy looked up to the helmet. "Suit, please unlock."

The suit responded in a monotone voice. "Please confirm request."