Viva la Pluto

Get yourself someone who looks at you like Grace and Rocky look at each other (and at taumoeba):

Erid and Earth chilling on opposite sides of the canvas:

Mary, praying for this mission to end without having to blast of multiple off her fuel tanks:

All suns in the neighboring universe are infected by astrophage so all of them have petrova lines:

And finally:

done! yesss! finally! let's never draw this space suit again lol

These woods were marked off specifically for mating. Decades ago, when chasing down one's mate was still an upheld tradition, they were packed with young couples readying themselves for the rest of their lives. Now, only heavily religious pairs tend to mate in the wild; the rest of the camp is occupied by couples looking to refresh their bonding.

It's almost entirely abandoned. Jack can smell some couple faintly in the distance, but otherwise it's just him and his beautiful omega. The thought of letting Robby run off into the trees makes Jack's bones itch, especially as his pre-rut ascends to the real thing.

"You said this is what you wanted," Robby reminds him.

Jack grunts. The car is parked, but he keeps a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel in an attempt to ground himself. Giving in to their most natural instincts seemed like a good idea before...

"What if someone gets to you before I do?"

"Jack, no one else here would look twice at me."

A small growl rumbles through Jack's chest. Everyone who comes here comes with an intended mate, but that doesn't mean things never go awry.

Robby crosses his arms. "Do I have something to worry about? If some other alpha comes after me, are you going to just lie there and watch them take me?"

Jack's posture snaps straight. "No." His fingers wrap tighter around the wheel, and the saliva pooling in his mouth threatens to dribble out of the corners with the intense need to claim. Rut is coming on faster than usual.

"Yeah," Robby scoffs. "That's what I thought." He pops his heat-inducing pill in his mouth and swallows it dry. "Lock the doors; I want a ten-minute head start."

The car door slams behind him. Outside, Robby strips his shirt, exposing the pretty expanse of his flat stomach. Jack swallows his need. It won't be flat for much longer; not if today goes right.

"Lock the doors!" Robby's muffled voice calls.

Jack grumbles, but does as he's told. Once the locks click, Robby tosses his shoes and socks onto the hood of the car with his shirt. Next is his belt; Jack's neck gets hot at the sight. He wants to undress Robby himself, to kiss along every inch of skin, and cover him from any leering eyes. Red-hot blood churns through Jack's veins when Robby's jeans join the rest of his clothing.

Delicate, white, lacy panties are the only thing keeping Robby from being completely nude, though they don't do much to hide anything.

"Surprise!" He laughs. Jack can tell Robby adores every second of his suffering. "Woo, I can feel the heat kicking in." Now he's just being mean. Jack bangs his fist once against the window.

Robby's face morphs into a sharp look he rarely wears outside of the hospital; it's a nice reminder of who's in charge. "None of that," he says. "Ten minutes, then you can try to catch me."

"I will catch you," Jack vows.

A grin Jack would love to kiss away appears on Robby's face. "Hope so." He winks and runs into the trees.

The next ten minutes are the slowest and most torturous of Jack's life. He swears losing his leg wasn't this painful. Speaking of, he spends most of the time double and triple-checking that the prosthesis is perfectly attached. He's spent months practicing running on rough terrain for this exact moment, and he'll be damned if he screws it up at the finish line.

The distance between him and his mate has Jack's instincts flaring. They should be at home, safe in the nest Robby has made for them. What the fuck was Jack thinking, bringing them here? His cock strains against the zipper of his shorts. Claim, claim, claim.

As soon as his time is up, Jack bolts out of the car at full speed. Robby's scent is muddled by the other couples that have been and gone and the wild smell of nature, but nothing could stop Jack from finding him. His nose leads him through the maze of trees, occasionally stopping to listen for any rustling. Within half the time he waited, Jack has found his mate.

Robby runs in the other direction, but it's a pathetic attempt. The heat inducer has caught up to him, and his shaky legs and dripping arousal hinder him. Still, seeing his mate run from him stirs something foul inside Jack, and he tackles Robby to the ground.

A light laugh tells Jack he's doing the right thing, but it's immediately followed by Robby snapping his teeth at him. He had warned Jack he would put up a real fight, but it still sends a thrilling pulse through his dick.

Robby thrashes under him. Kicking and carving hard lines over Jack's arms. It's delicious.

"Come on, alpha," he goads. "Earn it."

Jack clamps his teeth on one of Robby's nipples. The answering moan echoes through the trees, scaring some of the birds.

"You're already mine," Jack growls.

Robby looks up at him with dark eyes and an evil grin. "A stronger alpha could override the bond. Take care of me like I need." He shoves Jack with all his strength, but is caught by his ankle before he's able to get away.

"No one," Jack snarls, "can take care of you the way I do." He yanks Robby's legs up until the only part of Robby left on the ground is his neck. His knees hook over Jack's shoulders, creating the perfect valley for Jack to bury his face in the clothed cunt. Robby smells so good. Rich and needy. Jack will take care of that need.

He licks at the wetness gathered at Robby's crotch, tasting his mate's desire. Despite Robby's fighting, he happily locks his legs and forces Jack closer, encouraging him to suck the arousal.

Jack's fingers worm their way into the backside of Robby's panties, stretching the waistband, and he teases the outside of his rim before continuing up and diving into the wet heat of his pussy. It's so soft. Begging to be filled and pupped. He slips in a second finger, then a third. All while keeping rapt attention on Robby's little omega cocklet. It's heaven.

He works two orgasms out of Robby before he peels the panties away, tucking them safely inside his back pocket to appreciate again later, then licks one slow, appreciative stripe along his exposed pussy. A happy rumble brews in Jack's throat. His omega is in full heat, and he tastes all the sweeter for it.

"No one else can do that for you," Jack pants. He slowly lowers Robby's hips and crawls his way up, admiring the pretty flush covering his mate's skin. Robby's chest trembles. Jack nuzzles against the soft hair of Robby's new beard. It'd been a beautiful surprise to come home to, and Jack has fantasized about finishing on Robby's face and letting the pure mess of him drip into the fluff. He digs his nose into the crook of Robby's neck and decides to save that idea for later. "Only I can take care of you the way you need."

Robby grabs a fistful of Jack's hair and pulls him away. Jack can't resist licking his pink lips. "Let me present for you, alpha. You've earned it."

Pride swirls in Jack's chest. He nods carefully and leans back on his knees while Robby rolls over.

When they first started courting, Robby had been the epitome of a lithe omega. Thin all the way down, with enchanting, batting eyes Jack could never resist. Jack had cum the second he settled inside Robby the first time he presented for him, looking at those eyes glancing back at him.

It's a similar feeling now. Robby's hypnotic gaze is exactly the same as it was a decade ago, but his body is fuller. His shoulders have broadened with muscle, and his stomach and hips are thick; perfect to carry a baby.

Jack's dick leaks at the sight; his perfect omega presenting for him after a chase. He wiggles forward to take his place behind Robby, but is stopped by a swift kick to his stomach.

An unfortunate crunch accompanies Jack's collapse onto the ground, and he watches, breathless, as his omega escapes him once more.

"You can do better than that!" Robby yells.

The leg Jack is wearing isn't ideal for running, especially not on such uneven ground, but he's been practicing for this exact reason.

As angry as his knot is, Jack is grateful. A challenge means his omega wants him to prove himself. He is not some weak alpha being taken as an act of pity, and if Robby really wanted him gone, he would've torn out Jack's throat. Rationally, Jack knows that would never happen since they're already mated, but his rut doesn't like logic. It likes knowing he's a viable mate.

When he catches Robby, he's attempting to climb up a tree. The one place Jack isn't confident he could follow yet, so it is absolutely not an option to let him up there. Jack snatches Robby off the bark and lands with a hefty thud on his back, with his omega squirming on top of him.

Jack clamps his teeth around the mating mark he left on Robby years ago and relishes in the way his mate immediately shivers with orgasm.

"There's nowhere you can go that I won't follow," Jack purrs. He places a gentle kiss on the fresh mark. "And you're gonna give me a pup as a thank you."

Boneless and head heavy, Robby nods. "Pup me," he sighs. "I want it. I want to be the one who carries your pup."

Satisfaction runs over Jack like sunlight. "You will be."

He lays Robby on his back and slides his hands up the undersides of his thighs until his palms hook at Robby's knees. With a firm grip, Jack pushes them toward the ground until Robby's hips are tilted high. Wet, aching pussy open and angled perfectly for him to slip inside.

Except he's still dressed.

A frustrated growl tears through him. "Don't move," he commands.

Beautifully, Robby listens. He keeps his quivering legs exactly where Jack left them and watches hungrily as his alpha rids himself of his shirt and shucks his jeans and underwear down just enough to finally free his cock. A small whimper escapes Robby at the sight of Jack's already forming knot.

Jack's calloused hands retake their place under Robby's knees, holding him tightly. His leaking tip teases the outside of Robby's pussy. "Ready?" As much as Jack needs it, he's not doing anything without his omega's say-so. Robby has always been the one in charge, and that's not changing now.

Robby claws at Jack's curls and brings their faces mere inches apart. "If you don't pup me, I'll find an alpha who will."

The growl Jack releases is more akin to a roar.

He thrusts his full length inside with one smooth motion. Robby tilts his head back and sings with pleasure, riling Jack up even more. He did that. No other bum-ass imaginary alpha could get that out of Robby.

Jack pistons his hips, rough and determined, exactly how he knows Robby likes. Each push sends Robby's knees closer to the ground until he's folded almost completely in half, open and willing to the mercy of Jack's rut.

"Come on, come on," Robby begs. "I want your pup. Give me your pup."

Jack's rhythm becomes more frantic. Pumping like sheer force is the only element needed to guarantee them a pregnancy. "It's gonna take," he rumbles. "You're gonna get so big and swollen with my baby. Everyone will know you spread your legs and begged for it."

Another wanton moan erupts from Robby. He uses the small bit of leverage he has to pull Jack in for a messy kiss. The whole thing is disgusting. Fucking on the forest floor with nothing but Jack's growls and the sloppy sound of Robby's dripping pussy. Jack loves it. The thought of their perfect pup being bred in this primal place makes his knot thicken. Even a thousand years ago, Jack could've had this. He could've caught and pupped Robby, and his omega would've pleaded for it; today proved that.

A few more desperate thrusts is all it takes. Jack empties his knot inside Robby and bites his mating mark again for good measure. Robby shakes under him and releases his own delicious spray across Jack's thighs.

Jack grinds his over-sensitive knot into Robby, determined to get every drop of pleasure out of his mate, and peppers delicate kisses around his face. "So good," he murmurs. "You did so good."

Robby sighs, content. His arms drop to the ground, and he basks in the afternoon sun. "A little nap, then you can breed me again. Okay, alpha?"

Jack's rut brain doesn't know what to make of that. On one hand, the promise of getting to keep Robby pumped full is more than tempting, but on the other, "Sleep... here?"

One teasing eye peeks open. "Why not?"

Jack looks around, keeping himself covering Robby to the best of his ability. He can't see or smell anyone, but that doesn't mean they aren't around.

"You'll protect me, won't you?"

"Of course," Jack responds immediately.

Robby smiles and places a sweet kiss on Jack's lips. "Then there's nothing to worry about."