Memory Transcript Subject: Junior Hunter Viath
Date [standardized human time]: 2 January 2137
If I were to be honest, despite the near-constant chatter this human felt a consistent need to provide, I actually was getting quite endeared to him. Something about the suggestion for a ‘camping trip’ felt like I was returning to my species’ roots, before the Federation f@#ked everything up. He packed some tent made of some plastic material, a ‘sleeping bag,’ and some fire starting equipment from his new apartment, and we stopped by the base so I could pick up some of my own personal effects, including a tent of my own with a personal space-warmer.
…We somewhat agreed that his tent was mostly for show. I described my effects to Jonah and he basically stated that whether or not ‘the sex’ was happening, he was staying in my tent, too.
The park rangers seemed a little concerned about us starting our camping trip at this time of year, at this time of day, and in this part of the country, but surprisingly not much else.
Admittedly, the trek was a bit of a slog, I got quite tired by the time we were at the camping site, but Jonah seemed plenty spritely still as he helped set up the tent.
> “Alright, my reptilian romp-mate, shall we ‘retire’ for the night?”
Before I could get a word in, he had already slunk into the covering, the flap auto-sealing behind him. At first, I thought it a bit obnoxious that I’d have to open it again, but upon doing so, the warmth of the space-warmer inside washed over me, and Jonah’s suggestively sprawled form on the mat gave him all the context he needed.
> “Oh no~! A big, strong predator has broken into my tent!”
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> “Um… we’re both predators-“
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> “C’mon, I’m doing a bit! Play along, please?”
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> “Right, okay, sorry, *ahem* Thought you could get away from me, hmm?”
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> “And I have no means to defend myself, either! Seems I’m at the mercy of his whims~!”
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> “Of course! I am mighty…”
I finally stepped into the tent proper, now towering over Jonah. His feet fidgeted in place as his breaths became deeper and more audible.
> “…You are weak…”
I leaned into Jonah’s ear, the shakiness of his breathing filling mine.
> “…And I’ll take from you what I want~!”
Jonah undid his belt and slid his jeans down as fast as he could, his boxer briefs going down with them, springing forth his impressively just-a-little-less-than-average-sized penis for his kind… wait a minute-
> “Wait, it’s… that big?!”
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> “…Uh… y-yeah-? Wait, ‘big?’”
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> “I mean, that’s, like, bigger than our average size! Comparative sizes and all-”
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> “…Um… It’s… what you do with it that counts-? I’m sorry, I was… not expecting to… well, be on this end of this discussion.”
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> “…Do you still want to-?”
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> “Yes! Of course! Just… show me what you got!”
Awkwardly, I traced my claw down my stomach, reaching to my puffed-up cloaca – woah, how long has it been like that? That’d’ve been embarrassing for others to see! …Anyway, using my claws to part the folds caused my own wang to fly out, hovering just over Jonah’s own, and proving it to be just a fraction shorter than the human’s.
> “Well, I… guess we’ll have to see what we can do with this~.”
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> “…You’re thinking that arxur penis looks weird, aren’t you-?”
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> “All penises look weird! Like, the puffed up… whatever looks weird to me-“
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> “That’s my cloaca.”
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> “I’d assume that my external testicle sac is weird to you-“
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> “Those are your testicles?!”
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> “Y-y-y-yep.”
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> “…On the outside?!”
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> “Wait, how many mammalian sapients have you eaten?”
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> “They were a food source, I obviously didn’t… take… particular interest in that specific part of the body!”
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> “Well, now you do have particular interest in a specific body part of someone that’s been in your mouth-“
Done with this tangential discussion, I grabbed the back of Jonah’s head, dragging myself fully into the tent and my cock in front of the Human’s face.
> “…Wow, you must wash this regularly, because it smells-!”
Using his open mouth as an opening, I slammed my erection into his mouth, silencing him. He seemed to take to the task of oral pleasure quickly. Wait, was he…? O- Oh gods! He was creating a pressurized vacuum between his tongue and the roof of his mouth! Such technique!
> “Well, that was one way to shut you up… But also, wow, that feels really good!”
Jonah grabbed onto my waist, moaning into my stomach as he continued his knob-slobbening. I started grinding myself against his palate, letting a small bellow of my own pleasure erupt from my throat. He caressed the haunches of my legs, securing an even better grip onto me from there.
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He tapped the side of my leg, which, if that whole “fighting pit” thing from earlier was an indication, was a sign for me to let him release from me. I, of course, obliged.
Jonah fell onto his back, letting his boner fly high. His eyes were focused deeply onto mine, filled with a tremendous lust. He shuddered a bit, whether that be some semblance of fear, excitement, or more likely, both.
> “So do you want to take me facing up or down?”
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> “Up. I want you to see the stronger of us as I claim you.”
Jonah basically thew his own legs up for me to grab onto. While grab them I did, I trailed my hands up them, up and up, until I reached his hips. One of his arms was thrown back behind him as the other was curled so he could bite down on one of his fingers. After reasoning that this anus of his was analogous enough to my kind’s own, I lined myself up and started prodding. Giving one last look to Jonah’s wide-eyed face, he gave a slow nod, which was all the confirmation I needed. I thrust into him, meeting his glutes with the puff of my cloaca.
Through his teeth clenched against his finger, Jonah gave off a whimpering moan. Concerned that I may have hurt him, I paused.
> “Are you alright?”
Just to answer the question, he removed his finger before promptly biting back down again.
> “Y- yes, just… just take me, please!”
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> “…Hmm, hmm, that’s what I like to hear~.”
From this point on, no more worrying for him, just sating my own predatory desires. With his express permission, I gave in to the hormones that have been building up for the past few hours and started humping as fast and as hard as I could. Jonah had let his teeth go of his finger as he started to moan louder, then louder. He swung his arms around to grab onto me for stability, and I was more than willing to accommodate.
The human’s hole was tight… so tight! Gods, this was so much better than just carefully using my claws! In my ecstasy, I let my mouth hang open as more focus went to my pounding. I held onto him tightly, craning my head down to bring my forehead to his. Evidently, he didn’t get the memo, and much to my surprise, he slid his head and chest into my mouth! He didn’t let go, either, so I had to release one of my claws to push him out and off. Still inside of him, I paused to shout:
> “What the hell was that?! Why did you stick yourself in my mouth?!”
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> “I… y-… God, I’m sorry, I… I really should’ve asked first!”
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> “’Asked?’ For me to-?! …Wha-?! …W-… Was…? Was… that what you meant by it being ‘jarring at worst?’”
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> “Okay, retrospect, I really should’ve explained myself before doing that, that was on me, I’m sorry!”
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> “Then please! Explain yourself!”
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> “…Being in your mouth that one time was one of the most sexually stimulating things I’ve ever had happen to me.”
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> “…What?”
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> “I mean, knowing that I was completely at your mercy, that you could literally swallow me whole if you wanted to, and the only thing stopping you from doing that was… I mean, sure, you were doing a job, I get that. You didn’t mean anything personal by it… but for me, it was so personal! You saved my life by doing that!”
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> “…Jonah…”
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> “I mean, I guess there’s, like, more about that, psychologically speaking. What, with our gestation being inside of our mother’s wombs, right next to their stomach, I guess that there’s some association with – but, you know, I’m not a child psychologist or anything, but-“
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> “Jonah…”
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> “God, that moment, right there? It felt so precarious, yet so secure at the same time, I just-“
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> “Jonah… I don’t remember asking my food for their feelings.”
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> “…Oh, GOD, YES!!!”
I started pumping myself into him again, bringing my jaws over his upper body again. This time, I really got to savor him without the taste of debris. Gods, he was so salty, so… savory. Now I really did have somewhat of an urge to swallow! …Not that he would mind… His parents and the other humans would, though.
Jonah held on as tight as he could, wrapping his arms and legs around me, grinding himself into my dick to match me.
> “Y- you’re the top of the food chain, Viath! I’m yours to use as you please!”
While he was being a little loud in there, with this new flavor sensation, I was actually getting far more into this. As my hips began to slow, I slathered Jonah’s torso with my tongue, really getting to savor him. With one last thrust, I blasted forth my semen into him, freezing and shaking as I tensed up. Jonah still in my grasp, I released him from my mouth and, sliding out of his butthole, I collapsed on top of him, rolling onto my back next to him to prevent myself from crushing him.
We were both panting on the ground, Jonah bringing his arm back over to caress my chest.
> “How did that feel, mi amigo?”
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> “That… was… holy shit, that was good!”
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> “…Say, I, uh… I didn’t quite finish, so-?”
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> “Oh, yes, go ahead, um… in case you don’t know – cloacas, y’know – there should be a hole just under where my peepee is.”
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> “Gotcha- …Please never refer to it as a ‘peepee’ again.”
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> “…Okay.”
Jonah shifted himself back on top of me, sliding down to my still-puffed cloaca, and beyond my still-hard peepee. Spreading the folds, he seemed to have found it, lining his shlong up and thrusting in –
I bellowed in an unexpected wave of pleasure, wrapping my legs around Jonah to prevent him from exiting my bung. The primate continued to thrust, slowly at first, then trying to compete with my own from earlier… He wasn’t quite successful, but he was still able to hit the spot. To the best of my ability, I tried clenching the muscles surrounding his member, and that seemed to do it for him.
Soon enough, even he started to slow and tire. Nestling into my sprocket, he flooded it with his own man-cream, letting out one last howl of euphoria before collapsing on top of me, his pole flicking out behind him.
I was about to pull him off and next to me for my sleep, but he pulled himself to my chest, planting his ear firmly onto my heart. Testing whether or not he really would be comfortable with how I like to sleep, I rolled back onto the mat, stomach down, sandwiching Jonah between it and myself. His head shifted around for some way to breathe, but other than that, he kept his limbs wrapped around me as I started to drift to sleep. I figured to myself that, if anything, we as another nice source of warmth, and closed my eyes for the night.
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Date [standardized human time]: 3 January 2137
We were abruptly awoken by a chime at the tent door, and abruptly made alarmed by the voice that followed:
> “Viath! Viath, open this tent flap right now!”
I cursed at myself, I must have overslept! This was the worst possible position for Squad Leader Jörmun to find me in-! Wait! Wait, realized that I could salvage this by just…
I scrambled to the front of the tent, poking my upper half out of the flap and giving the proper bow of respect.
> “Sir, my apologies, sir! I… had a bit to drink last night, sir!”
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> “And is that why you went off philandering with the locals?”
Oh, f(*k.
> “…Sir?”
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> “You weren’t exactly subtle about it! I saw you leaving your room in the barracks while the others were resting!”
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> “Sir, I-“
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> “And one of their males, too?! Bring him out here!”
I almost turned around to face Jonah, but he had already crawled underneath me, slowly raising himself with an accompanying ‘raspberry’, much to the annoyance of Squad Leader Jörmun… and me.
> “Viath, I am going to send for processing! You, human, I have-!”
Just as Jonah’s and my collective anxieties were about to peak, Jörmun’s communicator gave off a special ping reserved for communiques from higher ranks. He held up a claw to silence us as he answered.
> “Yes, sir-? …Sir? …Sir-?! …Yes, sir. Will do, sir. …Sorry, sir.”
Whatever command Jörmun had received seemed to have definitely shaken him. His once furious demeanor had now been replaced by a confused silence, which he soon broke.
> “…I didn’t see anything here. You two didn’t see me here. You, human, found him… ‘inebriated’ out in this park and… ‘helped’ him back to base. Viath, I’ll… need you to come with me to my office. Human, keep your phone on.”
Jörmun turned around and started helping to pick up the effects of the campsite. Taking a few seconds to process… whatever the hell just happened, Jonah dove back into the tent to clothe himself again before we both started helping the Squad Leader pack.