---Muselia’s Perspective---
I hate working while horny!
[Fuck]!
My heat cycle was a bad time to start a part-time job. Stupid owner wouldn’t let me put it off to next week, even after I explained! Said his barman retired unexpectedly and he needed bar staff now!
First, those two… whatever-they-ares(!) just come in, both order enough alcohol to lay out a battalion, lift it with one arm and call it ‘weak’!
Then [5.8m] of scaled monster, with teeth and claws that could…*mmm*… effortlessly end me, comes in and slithers up to order more of that death juice!
And, now?!… Well, now Scales has taken one of the bipeds upstairs and that [fucking] Fulgensian pair have monopolised the other!
Leave some Hunk for us singles, you horndogs!
My panties are so moist it’s unbearable! I’m fidgeting wildly, rolling my hips and undulating my torso. I’m, now, glad that the counter comes up to my chest! I don’t think you’d have to be an expert on Svikkthian body language to tell I’m aroused from the way my lower parts are moving!
Just as I fold my tail between my legs to start, surreptitiously playing with myself with it, the Autord application, on my holo, informs me that an order has come in from one of the mezzanine booths… Shall I check? I can probably guess…!
I check.
Oh! Surprising! [0.45L] of Tlang mead (1.3%abv) and [0.9L] of Vinjirian ale (3.5%abv)… they’re slowing… I suppose even monsters have limits!
Well… I’d better bring their drinks! Never mind the wet patch in my lowers which… is it visible? It wouldn’t show up on a black uniform, right?
I place their glasses on a hovertray and begin pouring. Honestly! You wouldn’t have to be a business major to realise that paying just that little bit extra for the self-delivering hover trays is an investment that would pay itself back, near instantly! Nooooo(!) Poor lil’ Mussie has to push the hover tray upstairs and risk being exposed as a monster fetishist! I could definitely manage this bar better than that idiot owner!
Trepidatious, I leave the bar, doing my best not to look as horny and moist as I absolutely am!
I ascend the stairs and round the corner to reveal that pair of monster’s nestled in the same position they’ve been in since they initially came to the bar… No! I’m not imagining how thrilling it would be to have them both reach across the table, each grasp me with an irresistibly firm hand and tell, not ask, me that I’m coming home with them! Nor am I imagining all of the various violations I’d suffer, at their hands, mouths and tail, once in one of their lairs, with them! Why would you ask questions like that?!
Though, from the protective, territorial body language of Scales… and the deathglare she’s shooting at me… and the clear lack of interest of Hunk 1… outlook not so good…
As I unload their drinks she, fixing me with those seething, green, slitpupil eyes, wiggles her tail into his crotch and he bites his lip and closes his eyes. That’s not fair! Why do they get to be shameless perverts and I have to be all respectable!?
I slump dejectedly and turn to go.
Before I’m out of earshot he resumes the… lecture? He’s giving her a lecture on (presumably his) species’ history and culture! How is he making xenology sound so [fucking] erotic!?
I return to the bar… much as I want to eavesdrop.
---a little bit later---
No one’s ordered a drink in a while and I try not to torture myself by looking, longingly, at either Hunk 2 or up to where Hunk 1 and scales are busy canoodling… not that I could see any of the latter, much to my frustration.
Then I realise something… Autord is indicating that there’s only one patron in the bar and only two occupants…
I glance up, not daring to hope…
There he sits: Dark brown skin, tightly coiled black hair, forward facing black eyes of a predator, taller than me while sitting down, shoulders four times as broad as mine… nursing the last of his drink, seeming not to have noticed that he’s the last patron… Hunk 2!
Scales and Hunk 1 must have absconded… but… what happened to those Fulgensians? From the way they were talking it looked like a sealed deal!
I check the time… 2 minutes to close, well past last orders.
‘I’m [fucking] going for it!’ I decide, shortly followed by my finger pressing the door shutter tab on the Autord, closing the door shutters that I’m currently, very grateful are out of line of sight from here.
Preening slightly, I march over to him.
---Msia’s Perspective---
Those red pandas were nice… sexy too… they looked like the result of a tryst between Audrey Hepburn and Master Shifu (lookswise: cute more than sexy… but Dustin Hoffman’s voice translated into Swahili gives me all of the satisfactory feels)!
It’s really astonishing that, with the variety of sapients possible, such a large proportion of those that I actually encounter are so very, supremely fuckable… *Hmmm* shame I have to hold back so much… they’re all so fragile!
It’s a good thing I have the self-control I do or I’d probably be in prison for manslaughter, several times over(!)
I chuckle to myself at that.
Shame they couldn’t stay but… silver lining… they invited me to spend time with them at [2:00am equivalent local time]… never been so glad for shiplag! It’s still relatively early to me.
It’s a shame also, that the… time spending, seems to be of more of a professional nature than a personal one… interviews, scans and samples from a Terran could make their careers, apparently… You wouldn’t think there’d be much left to learn about Terrans but seemingly, the number of xeno doctors who are brave enough to approach a starbound Terran, to ask to study them, is low and the number who can withstand the Terran’s answer and not flee is lower. There’s evidently still much for them to learn about us despite the 27 years of peace!
I wonder what they were so preoccupied with that they had to rush off? I hope it’s nothing major. They looked a little shaken by the message.
Well, I’m in the mood, what with all these cute, sexy xenos all around!… Aaaaaand… I’ve got a few hours to kill… I wonder if I should ask the barmai… NO! You don’t proposition people at work! Everyone knows that! It doesn’t matter how much you think they want it… everyone who propositions service staff thinks they want it, almost none of them are correct and they just end up making the receiver feel trapped and panicked!
Speaking of… is that the sound of the shutters closing…?
I swig the last of that weak ale.
And then she approaches me.
With unshakable professionalism, that was not present when she poured our drinks, she says “Excuse me, Sir, but I’m afraid there’s a bit of a problem… would you mind following me to the private lounge so we can resolve it there?”
I stand, towering two heads above her, and say “Oh, no! What is it!? Did my payment pings fail? Have I broken some local law somehow?!”
She smiles sweetly and says “Nothing like that, Sir, if you’ll follow me, I’ll explain…” and walks off in, presumably, the direction of this private lounge.
She taps her holo and an access ping chimes, she gestures for me to go ahead and I step into the dark room.
Even in the half-light I can tell that this is a much nicer area than the rest of the bar, the seats are plusher, the floor is actually laminated slats rather than the bare, sanded wood of the tree we’re inside, it smells cleaner in here.
As the lights come up, I ask “Sooooo… what’s this ‘problem’…?” turning around to see her halfway through emerging from her uniform at speed not possible of a human.
In synchronicity with her trousers, her shirt glides effortlessly down that slim, slinky torso and only catches slightly on those… hips.
Fuck! Those bell shaped hips!
“The problem… Sir… is that I’m at the peak of a heat cycle and you, your friend and his, apparently, new reptilian girlfriend have had my damp little cunt begging for action all night(!) The second part of this problem is that you’re still fully dressed and not in the process of readying to give me the action I so crave(!)”
For about five seconds, I think I understand what it must be like inside Tuun’s head. I run calculations that would have taken minutes normally in attoseconds! The world doesn’t seem like it’s in slow motion nor does my mind feel like it’s in fast motion…but I can tell that they aren’t traveling anything like the same speed, relative to eachother, that they were before that sexy barmaid disrobed!
Her waist is so slender I could easily enclose it with my thumbs and index fingers and her chest isn’t much thicker, she doesn’t have particularly fulsome breasts but she does have six of them! They’re arranged in three groups of two from her chest down her front. Each one is… furry… perky and more conical than round but… they still make me think more of human tits than animal teats. Seriously, six tits!? I would have thought this was a joke or a bad boast if I heard it from someone else!
Her tits are definitely not as alluring as those hips, though! *Mmmm*! This is one of those occasions where self-control will be needed, I’d hate to go to prison for arse-smacking someone… to death(!) And… she really wasn’t kidding about being damp… I can see that sparkling, glistening moistness from here!
Her torso and neck are longer, her arms and legs shorter and… everything is slinkier and more slender than it would be on a Human.
After an age I stammer “Could… could I just get you to confirm that… this is you propositioning me?”
She smiles that closed lipped, gardenworlder smile and replies “This is me propositioning you! And, I’m a legal adult by both the standards of my species and local law, in case you were wondering…”
She can proposition me… right? That’s OK?
I falter, awkwardly “…Errm… right… it’s nice to meet you… my name’s Msi…”
“I’m going to stop you right there!” she holds up an adorable beaned paw-hand for silence “Your name is [untranslatable pun, substitution: Rod Wang] and mine is [untranslatable pun, substitution: Holly Hole]! I’m not looking for a boyfriend, I recognise shipboarders and I’m not looking to be your wife in this port, nor am I looking for you to whisk me away to the stars. What I’m interested in is being railed by the kind of monster that can lift a third my mass’s worth of drink glass and drink, with one arm, as if it weight nothing! I’m interested in using and being used by a being that can drink enough to kill an a’Teksian mirkbeast and barely seem to suffer for it! I’m interested in sex… casual, one time, sex [Mr. Wang]! So… you’re [Rod] and I’m [Holly]… do we understand eachother, [Rod]?”
Wow, is this girl really a gardenworlder?! She managed to seclude me without me catching on, she identified me as shipboard (who knows how!) and she confidently declared her intention to have casual interspecies sex… with a ‘monster’! Those are such uncharacteristically gardenworlder traits that I feel that, whatever her current planetary classification is, it needs to go higher!
I smile, sweetly “We understand eachother completely, Ms. Hole. I would be ever so happy to resolve your problem for you…” before removing my shirt, to reveal my chest.
The face she’s making at me must be the face I made when Victor went bare chested on the desert world Golbtukku… not that I’m jealous of Tuun but I can admit that she has snagged herself a very respectable piece of boycandy!
I’m not in terrible shape myself, the active life of a deathworld researcher keeps me toned. I’m quite glad of that for inspiring the clear awe in ‘Holly’s’ face.
I’m already at half-mast and feel like I could just take her now but… “Are we doing foreplay, Holly?”
She pauses, her translator seems to object to the word ‘foreplay’.
Eventually, it gets across and she shakes her head “If your trousers aren’t on the floor in [20 seconds] I’ll start attempting to bite them off, not that I think I’ll have much luck from the combination of how dense that material looks and my delicate insectivorous teeth!”
My trousers hit the floor and she gasps at my now fully erect phallus.
“Is… is that… is that average for your species?”
I smile, mischievously “No… it’s not… why don’t we leave it at that? Unless you’re planning to invite the rest of my species to join us(?)”
She seems to actually consider it for a moment before reality catches up to her and she shakes herself back.
“Take a seat over there and… present… I’d like to try [reverse cowgirl].”
I comply, leaning back against those plush lounge seats, my cock jutting from my lap.
She takes a moment to consider the process of scaling and mounting me before standing on the seat, straddling herself across my pelvis, back turned, detaining my cock with her paw-hand and guiding it to her soaking pussy… fuck! That arse! It’s covered in tawny hair and has a mustelid tail coming from the top of the cleft of her cheeks and… it’s the finest arse I’ve ever beheld! Going to have to be careful not to catch feelings for that sensual bubblebutt, given the nature, she’s made clear, of this encounter!
And then, she commits her weight… It takes a few moments for me to realise that she has committed her weight, as she weighs almost nothing!
I can feel how facilely my manhood parts her insides. There’s very little tension, there’s not enough density of flesh to resist how solid I am! It’s like a light, soft grip.
She shivers and quakes.
“Are you alright, Holly?” I ask, concerned. I have to remember that, while it may feel like a light grip around me, it probably feels like an extra-large dildo made of steel, to her.
She swivels her long, minky neck to bring her head 160°, to nearly face me “Just fine, [Rod]! Getting used to it, is all!” she’s clearly in some discomfort but also clearly very keen on continuing; an inference I’ve made from her words, her tone and her, impossibly, renewed intensity of lubrication.
“Alright… I’ll trust you to let me know… oh, I probably should have mentioned before you inserted me… I’m a Terran… You know the implications of that?”
Her neck still turned in that, only slightly offputting way, her face becomes a visage of astonishment.
“You mean that… right now… I have a deathworlder cock… deep inside me…? That’s… quite… thrilling!”
“I thought your reaction might be something like that(!)” I smirk “But… the thing is… if I’m not careful… well bad things would happen if I weren’t careful… I’ve always been careful… you get it?”
She repeatedly twists her head in a way my translator informs me is equivalent to a nod “Thank you for letting me know, [Rod]… I’m glad I get to spend the rest of my life (as long as that might be with a deathworlder inside me(!)) knowing that I’ve experienced deathworld fornication!”
I chuckle “Thus far… there’s been no ‘fornication’… only insertion!” I catch a brief glimpse of those ‘fragile insectivorous teeth’ as she smiles… is she seriously a gardenworlder?! The clear fragility of her graceful body tells me yes… her behaviour, though…
“You’re right… [Rod]! I guess we’ll have to remedy that(!)” she says as she leans back, rests her paws against my chest, lifts her hips up the length of my shaft and… braver than I would be in her position, drops them. This causes her to emit an amatory whine.
---Muselia’s Perspective---
Oh... [fuck]! Oh…Beetles! [Fucking] [shit]!
This is like lovemaking with a basalt statue!
Only…without changing its material properties…the statue has come alive beneath me and is thrusting its hips up to meet mine as they descend!
[Fuck]! [Fuck]! [Fuck]! [Fuck]! [Fuck]! [Fuck]! [Shit]! [Fuck]! [Fuck]! [Fuck]! [Fuck]! [Fuuck]! [Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck]!
He’s parting my insides like… like… wait why am I trying to think of similes?! Analogies? Whatever! Now is not the time for any kind of metaphor! He’s parting my insides like an engorged, girthy, lengthy Terran cock, parting the soaking, pliant, delicate insides of a degenerate, monster-fetishist, pervert Svikkthian!
By the Heralds!
That chest!
I don’t think I’d have the biteforce to break his skin but those muscles would definitely shatter my silicate teeth!
His hands move too, with what must be great care, massaging the cheeks of my arse, as they bounce against his pelvis, stroke up and down my spine, caress my short, digitigrade legs and fondle each of my six tits!… it’s still on the rougher side of comfort… but I’m not complaining!
He definitely feels like he has more than two hands, though, he seems to be frustrated that he doesn’t have yet more than the six extras he’s, apparently, grown since I turned my back on him. How many hands would make him feel satisfied? Is there a number?
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I’m building… it’s coming and there, apparently, isn’t a force in the Universe that has the fortitude to resist a Terran-generated orgasm! All the effort I put into trying to resist gets brushed aside like a [stick dam before a tidal wave]!
The only problem is it seems like he’s not even close! Will he consider me to be serviced once I’ve cum once? I need that deathworld semen inside me! That is a necessary part of this!
It grips me and I seize.
The waves of pleasure reverberate around my body.
My lungs are unable to provide enough air for the shriek of ecstasy that is in my soul!
After the [minutes] or so that it takes me to recover, I curl my head over backwards to look at his, now upside-down, face.
He definitely seems appreciative of my orgasm but… disappointed? So he wants more…?
I lick his mouth… perhaps a touch more tenderly than appropriate for a quicky in the backroom… As I do I take another eyeful of that deathworld chest… *Mmmmmff*! That’s a sexy chest!
Bringing my hazel eyes level with his black ones, I say, still slightly short of breath “[Mr. Wang]… [Rod]… that was… exquisite… and… intense!... But… I hope… you won’t… think me… too greedy… if I still… want more?”
He shows every one of his teeth in that thrilling… and terrifying… deathworld smile.
“Why… Ms. Hole(?) Holly(?) What more could I possibly have to give you(?)”
Swivelling my hips on his cock, keeping my head steady, gimblelike, I bring my body around, starting from the bottom, travelling up my waist, chest, shoulders, neck and, finally, head, in the manner of a breaking wave, to face him.
My claws dig into his chest… or they would if that sable skin didn’t have the toughness of springsteel… making my claws glide harmlessly over the surface… still seems to be doing something for him, judging from that expression.
Fixing my gaze, intensely, mere centimetres from his, I say, earnestly “I need you to breed me… [Mr. Wang]… please?”
With clear, immense satisfaction, he replies “Ah! Well… if that’s what you want…” his right arm curls behind my shoulders “…it is possible…” his left arm curls behind my waist “…but will require…” he stands, as if I weigh nothing at all, even in 1.2x GS G “…a change of position!”
He’s cradling my back with those powerful hands of his. He doesn’t exhibit any strain from the effort of lifting me!
The room moves around us and I feel my back press against the wall!
I feel those hips of his continue advancing until my own are utterly pinioned between them and the wall! I’m quite literally [approx.: between a rock and a hard place]!
He stops! He’s worried about breaking me! Precursors damn it! If he’d agree to take me to Vspit, afterward, so I can get a pelvis regen, I’d let him be as rough as would satisfy him… but… given his disclaimer… I don’t think he’d react well to that suggestion!
He purses his lips and presses them against mine before saying “Are you ready to be bred… Holly?”
I carefully listen to what my translator is relaying to me, from his, about body language… and bob my head, up and down in what (I hope) is his people’s gesture of agreement.
It seems to be.
He begins thrusting me into the wall, viciously, fiercely!
If this is him being carefull… what the [fuck] is he holding back!?
My ravaged insides start to burn… the mixture of pain and pleasure is pure ecstasy!
Feebly, I curl my tail around his underside and stroke it between his testes and the cleft between his arse-cheeks, my fur brushing his taint. I hope that feels even a fraction as good to him as he’s making me feel!
His carnivorous eyes fix mine with an intensity that would cause me to break down sobbing had I not been eased into it with the preceding events of the night.
It could be minutes, it could be years that that deathworld cock greedily devastates, pillages and despoils my shuddering pussy!
After… quite some time his eyes screw up and his face takes on a beatific expression of pleasure.
I’m sure mine would be doing the same (if with some quantity of dismay at the pain) but I’m forcing my eyes open to look at the, possibly, once in a lifetime spectacle of a Terran face, in orgasm… maybe there’ll be mating sims I could find at a later date?
His seed hits my cervix like a burst dam containing roiling hot water. The sensation causes the encounters sixth orgasm, after four of mine and one of his!
I wail but can only half hear myself, as if at a distance.
His saintly expression passed, he presses that forehead which feels like a block of iron covered in a thin layer of toughened leather, against mine, purses his lips against the top of my snout and asks “Satisfied?”
Patting his chest, I answer “Deep…ly!… [Rod],…were… you… a… Svikk…thi…an… I’d… be… con…grat…u…lat…ing… you… on… your… new…found… fath…er…hood!... That’s… not… the… on…ly… reas…on… I’m… glad… you're… not!”
He chuckles at that.
---some recovery time later---
“So, you’re really sure you don’t want me to stay? Don’t want my holocom in case we win the dubious genetic lottery and it turns out that, of the 1.2billion different combinations of sapients, Terran x Svikkthian is one of the half dozen that can produce offspring? I wouldn’t want to shirk my responsibilities as the father of a hybrid child… or… litter… judging from your tits!”
I laugh, and say “[Rod]… if you have put the very first deathworld x gardenworld hybrids in my womb, I won’t be wanting for provision(!) I’ll just have to make sure I don’t undercharge for the interviews that every media outlet in Known Space will be clamouring to get(!)” mockingly.
“Guess I’ll have to start reading trashy tabloid sites for the story… after I’ve looked up the Svikkthian gestation period(!)” he responds.
I smile “It’s [six months]… so… if you have beaten the odds and knocked me up and you do want to find me so you can provide… you’ve got that much freedom left(!)”
He smiles and turns to leave, I stop him “[Rod] before you go… could I just ask two questions?”
“Was that one?” he quips. [Fuck] maybe he did put kits in me(!)
I chuckle, mirthlessly.
“How many Terrans… are there?”
Clearly not expecting that question he answers “Err… around… 2.2 trillion. Spread across… I think, 500 planets… Why?”
Flabbergasted, I fail to answer his question and, instead, ask one that wasn’t part of my allowance of two
“How!? That would make you…” some quick sums “…0.3% of the sapient population of Known Space! How have I never run into one of you before, until tonight!?”
He smiles and chuckles, ever so seductively “Well, almost all of those 500 settlement planets… are deathworlds… the GU gave us exclusive settlement rights to deathworlds after our First Contact War. It makes sense… gardenworlds can’t really stand up to supporting large populations of deathworlders and it isn’t as if the GU could do anything at all with them… so they gave them to us! The only way you’d have met one is if they were starbound, and starbounds make up probably a percent of a percent of total Terrans. This part of the galaxy is also pretty far from the planets we’ve thus far settled… also you’ve met 2 Terrans tonight. And that’s your two questions.”
He turns to leave and I try to not get distracted by the bombshell that his friend was also a Terran, despite looking so different.
“Wait…!” I say desperately. “One more…”
“Ask…”
“What’s your real name? I assume it’s not [Rod], right?”
He smiles “It’s not… it’s Msia… in my language, it means ‘Wise Man’… but… my friends call me ‘Mage’.”
I smile back, enjoying the coincidental similarity of our names and… relieved that he trusts me with his real name after I refused it once.
“I’m Muselia… I hope our paths cross again at some point… Mage.”
He leaves and I wait until Autord tells me I’m the only one in the bar before closing the shutters again.
I resolve myself.
Tomorrow, I’m going to get to class, study my arse off and in a few years I’ll have my business management degree. Then I’ll find an investor and blow them away with my idea for a shipboard bar! And my bar will have self-delivering hover trays(!)
There’s a whole third of a percent of the galaxy out there who are sex god deathworlders and I want to meet more of them!
I will, of course, need to find a shipcaptain… radical enough to let me build a bar on their ship… I wonder where I could find someone like that!
---next morning---
I wake up... I still have time to make myself breakfast... what shall I have?
I've got this weird craving for pancakes for some reason!
---Msia’s Perspective---
Well, that was extremely satisfying!
Perhaps, I’ll be able to get through my interview and scans with the sexy panda couple without sporting the chubby I had while talking to them at the table.
It’d probably be quite embarrassing to have to explain to them what it means, re:my attraction to them/wish to engage in sexytimes, and, by Engai and his Cattle(!), it would probably further damage Humans’ reputation to have yet another story about us being insatiable sex-fiends come out!
It doesn’t matter that we are! That’s our business! What we do with willing xenos, in the privacy of our/their living quarters (or…*ehem*…workplaces afterhours) ought to have no bearing on our standing in the galaxy!
Ah, here’s the place! Vspit Hospital… the same place I was planning to take ‘Holly’, in case I lost control… which I very nearly did! That slinky body… that pear-shaped arse! *chef’s kiss*.
It was very slightly rude of Krish to leave me alone after dragging me out but… I’m very happy that, from the looks of how that ‘Nāga’ pulled him passed me, both of our dry spells are at an end.
That apologetic shrug he gave as they passed was priceless!
Coming through the door, I make my way to the reception desk.
“Greetings, I’m here to see Drs. Shing? Nahn and Nou? Might I ask you to direct me to their office?”
“Oh! Wow! They arranged you fast!” says the sapient jellyfish, in a translated, luminescent language, from inside his (voice sounds male(?)) desktop tank.
“I didn’t think they’d have anyone until at least tomorrow… after how sudden it was!” he swipes the screen inside his tank “I’ve sent a map to your holo, there in the research department, I’m really sorry but I’ll need to…erm… ‘buzz you in’(?) some new species in the GU has been making noises about ‘lax security’ so the regulations have changed recently; if you stand by the door, I’ll press this button and it’ll be openable, you can’t just walk through, like you could until recently! SO stupid!”
I think I may have an idea of what species it is that’s been criticising the rest of the galaxy’s security… it’s also hilarious that he sent a map to my holo rather than giving the, four step, directions verbally! I suppose, that much procedural memory demand would be taxing to most sapients…
What did he mean? How sudden what was? Well, if it’s any of my business, I’m sure the doctors will tell me. I wouldn’t want to pry.
I thank the receptionist and, manage to get through the door as he buzzes me, the first time… to his surprise and my amusement.
I make my way through the research department and find the door labelled ‘Office of Dr. Nahn Shing and Dr. Nou Shing’. I knock, ignoring the scratching plate which must be their species’ way of requesting entry.
“Enter…” their sexy and, from the sound of it, tired voices reply, in unison.
I enter and instantly cease wondering what it was that happened so suddenly. They’ve been sacked… fired, canned, let go without notice! The receptionist clearly thought I was a mover.
The state of them, and the room, is unmistakeable!
Boxes half piled onto a hover trolley, desks and cabinets sitting bare and, in the middle of it all, two tired, miserable and immensely sexy red pandas sit moping at their desks.
“Oh! Doctors Shing! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come at such a bad time! We can rearrange? If you want to meet later this week? I’ll be shipping out after that, I’m afraid! I wouldn’t mind coming to your private residence as… it seems you won’t have the use of this office…”
The two of them share a perplexed expression for a moment before bursting into amused chitters.
“It seems your species’ ability to intuit is [leagues] above all nondeathworlder species, just as the literature suggests!” says Nou, in her low, sultry voice.
“Well… not all… my Captain is quite perceptive… sometimes… and… I do live with a roughworlder, a Don, who can often out-intuit me… though, she does occasionally get carried away and reach wildly wrong conclusions!” I reply.
Nahn answers, sounding bitter, in his high, feminine voice “They both sound fascinating!… I would like to meet them and love to study them!... Under…” he gestures at the forlorn state of the office “…better circumstances!... As to whether you can meet at our living quarters… I’m afraid…” he points with a paw “They’re through there! We’re now homeless and jobless… or at least… will be as of [12am RLT]… so, less than a day!”
Anger flaring (unusually for me), I react “That’s not legal! They cannot throw you out onto the street with less than a day’s notice!!! Or, if they can, they shouldn’t be able to!”
Nou smiles that heartbreaking smile “Shouldn’t, can’t and isn’t… it doesn’t matter… the Hospital Director wants our office for his son and rightly points out that in the [1.1 years] since we graduated and took up employment here, there have been zero instances that required experts on deathworlder medicine. You and your crewmates are likely the first Humans ever to set foot on this planet… The fact that we’ll be homeless and jobless, the fact that our research on Terran medicine has been helpful to other departments on numerous occasions and the fact that it’s a breach of employment law don’t matter… if we informed the authorities, as junior doctors… nobodies… we’d get told very unflatteringly, what we could do with our complaint… On this planet, it would require someone of far higher social standing to get through to someone who might listen and take action.”
“THAT’S FUCKING CORRUPTION!!!” I blurt, angrier than I’ve been in years.
“Ah, the Terran zeal against corruption… I’m afraid you’re right. It’s corruption, and the way of things… here at least. Just last week one of the Director’s nephews went on a rampage at Hnzak Prison and had to be restrained by a Corrections Officer who managed not to kill him… In an incorrupt society she would have been given a commendation for the restraint she demonstrated… one phonecall from him and, I hear, she lost her job. There’s nothing to be done.”
I slump, disconsolate, onto a chair which immediately splinters and deposits me on the floor, having been designed for beings a quarter of my mass.
I sit on the floor, burying my head in my hands.
“Fuck! That’s such horseshit!” I say, sharing their misery.
“[Fucking] [Horzjit] indeed!” Nahn responds, suaveness only slightly marred by the way his muzzle mangles the consonant cluster.
“This would be some great research fodder, in different circumstances. An up close and personal look at that Human empathy that was half of what caused the GU to ask for the ceasefire in the FCW. I’m just about old enough to remember that video being released, of the Sho’uso mother crying and trumpeting for her lifeless son, being joined by those Terran occupiers who cried with her, for her and for her son. That was the final straw that made us see that your species weren’t the monsters we thought you were, though the woman did state, after the fact, that she believed the soldiers were mocking her and were about to kill and/or eat her, at the time.” comments Nou.
My miserable face reveals itself from behind my hands and I ask “…what was the other half of the reason?”
They both give a bitter chitter “That would be the 300:1 casualty rate we were suffering!” answers Nahn
“In that regard, you were far worse than the monsters we thought you were!” Nou adds.
I sit miserably, raging at my impotence!
I’m a deathworlder! I shouldn’t have to feel this way! If I wanted to I could march into this, piece of shit, Director’s office, pick him up with one hand and hold him out of a window until he agreed to take them back!
…But… then I’d be a criminal… and I’d probably get the Captain in trouble… and, even if it worked, Nahn and Nou would only be safe from retaliation while I was planetside… and anyone who heard of the incident would come to the conclusion that Humans are wild monsters… deathworlder forethought is a curse sometimes(!)
I sit a while longer in my misery before a memory surfaces…
When me and Cookie were having the conversation that led us to going out… he was engaging in some healthy grousing re:job tedium… his example of tedious things happening…
My head shoots up.
Nahn and Nou both seem startled.
“So… you two are looking for a job?... And a place to live?… You’re medics with Human specialty?... AaaaAaand… you’d ideally like someone of high social standing to report this miscarriage of justice?... would a ship captain, who just dumped 0.9% of this town’s yearly revenue on repairs, and is a prominent member of a prestigious clan, on R’qal, do?...”
---one explanation and five ‘permission to Fluffy Test’ textcom requests to other Triple M’s later---
“Msia, you are a wonder!” Nahn says, in his species equivalent of joyful tears.
“You are!” adds Nou, the same.
“Well, lets not get ahead of ourselves… you haven’t got the job, yet.”
They smile.
“There’s that deathworld caution!” says Nou.
“Oh yeah, right! Do you still want to do the tests and interview? We could wait, do it on the ship?”
Then Nou puts a paw on my right hand… and then Nahn puts a paw on my left.
In an unmistakably flirtatious manner, Nahn answers “We… coooouuuld do the scans, the interview, the tests etc. tonight, while we still have the use of our office… oooooooor… while we still have the use of our living quarters… we could skip aaaaaall of that, for tonight, assume we’ll get this job, that seems to have dropped [serendipitously] from the heavens, made just for us, aaaaaaand skip right to the… *ehem*… sample collection?”
I glance in shock from one to the other for a few moments.
“You’re serious?” I ask.
“Extremely!” answers Nou “…Our… shared fascination with Human males was a large part of what brought us together… and you… are just our type! Didn’t you wonder why we waited until your friend went upstairs with that roughworlder to approach? He was a little to skinny for our tastes and we were discussing what the polite way to indicate that we were interested in you but not him was when he left of his own accord!”
I burst out laughing for the second time today.
“Well you two are certainly bold but… I must confess I’ve already had an… encounter before coming here!”
They nod, in unison.
“We know.” Says Nahn.
“We can smell it… the barmaid, right? That Svikkthian?” adds Nou “We don’t expect exclusivity from you, just… you’re our type and we’re clearly yours, given that semi you had, talking to us at the bar!”
“Damn, I… well I guess… erm… privacy would be off the table with you guys and your noses?”
They chitter and Nahn takes my hand “We know how to keep secrets… now do you want to do this? You don’t have to do both of us, if you don’t want to or your refractory period won’t allow it! You can pick one of us and the other will be happy watching, no jealousy, we promise.”
I think for a moment and say “I’d like to try and do both of you… if that’s OK?”
They vibrate, gleefully.
“In that case…” says Nou “…let us show you to our living quarters! You’ll have to forgive their barrenness, most of our possessions are on that hovertrolley!”
They bring me through to their, as they said, barren apartment and indicate for me to sit down.
Nou starts “There’s lube in the bedside cabinet, if you want to undress and lube up… we’re going to take off our outfits, being as seductive as possible, when you’ve decided who you want to do first just walk over and start with them, however you please. We discussed all of this years ahead of time and we both agreed that…” she bites her lip “…competing for your attention would be the most… engaging game to play with you! Is that alright?”
I chuckle “I feel like the judge of Mr. and Mrs. Universe! Sure, I’ll play this game.”
They share my mirth with a chitter.
I take out the lube and undress before depositing a healthy quantity into my hand and rubbing it on my cock... hard by willpower.
I sit down on their bare mattress and watch as they begin a double striptease for my benefit… well… for theirs as well given that bulge in Nahn’s trousers and, I just have to assume that Nou is as wet as Muselia was, earlier! Seems like it from the look on her face.
As they dance, I look back and forth between them, attempting to make my choice.
Debonair, femboy, twink husband or sultry, seductive wife?
Decisions! Decisions!!!
They both have nice… everything really! Gorgeous legs! Stunning arses! Fantastic chests!
Nou has a much more Human arrangement of two breasts than Muselia did. Muselia’s six were… well… an experience but Nou’s much more familiar number is on par in terms of the effect it has on me…
Engai those tails are cute… they’d look even cuter being used as a handle.
Oh, the pants and panties are finally off… let’s see what we’re working with…
Nou’s pussy is seductive and highly alluring… Fuck! She just dripped! I can still see it on the floor!
…but Nahn… now I can see his androgenous body and that… charming little cock of his… well… the answer is obvious.
I stand and they both freeze from their seduction dance nervously looking to see who I pick… who gets to go first?!
I stride over to pick up Nahn by the loose skin at the back of his neck and lift him 50cm to my eyelevel! He curls his body out of reflex! He couldn’t get any cuter.
Speaking in a decisive voice, about a third of an octave deeper than my normal which is already baritone, I say “I’ve decided that I want to start by fucking Nahn’s arsehole while Nou gives him oral and plays with herself… How does that suit everyone…?”
Their nods are a mix of excitement and nerves.
I smile.
“Good!”
Plan of action agreed, I guide that cute little arse to the head of my cock.
Before I start I say softly into Nahn’s ear “All that time studying and fantasising about Humans, did you ever think you’d actually end up in this position one day?”
He gives a Terran head shake and, in his high feminine voice, says “Never! I never dared to hope that our fantasies would come true so perfectly!”
I chuckle and begin gently pushing inside him, the lube making it easier but not easy!
He gasps and shudders as his arse accepts every inch of me…
Fuck, this twink is cute!
“Nou, I assume he’s still at least as hard as he was before I turned him around… can you put that pretty snout of yours to work at giving him joy?”
She nods and comes to Nahn’s front, bending only slightly to get to the level of where his cock is suspended. She, presumably, takes it in her mouth before reaching one hand around to grasp an arse cheek and the other to start bobbing up and down at her side, presumably, playing with herself.
Fuck, this night is like a bad porno! ‘Afterhours Lusty Barmaid!’ followed by its anticipated sequel ‘Afterhours Lusty Doctor Swinger-Cuckholds!’… Perhaps I shouldn’t write porn titles if those are the best I can do(!)
Well, no one’s getting younger. Let’s start!
With my left hand on his waist and my right hand under his armpit I pull him almost the entire length of my cock before reversing course.
It has to be gentle! If I’m rough with him I could rupture something internal. Though… of course… we are in a hospital… NO! Bad thinking, Msia! You can’t get complacent because you live in an era where almost any illness or injury is curable in hours rather than months!
His squeaks and moans of pleasure, as his lifemate assails his cock with her mouth and their sexual fantasy assails his prostate analogue from behind, are priceless!
After some time has passed he whines and wobbles and Nou pulls away from his front, swallowing and satisfied.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“Don’t you dare!” he answers.
I smile.
Nou takes position on the bed and presents such that I can see her furious fingers working her pussy as she watches me fuck her pretty-boy husband!
Without stopping, I carry Nahn to the bed as well. Nou swivels to stay facing us. I place his legs on the bed and push his upper body down by the back of his neck. I hook my palm over his shoulder and, in my other hand, take the base of his tail to use as a handle. I renew my vigour, still careful not to go so hard that I might break his bones.
His paws splay adorably against the mattress.
Engai, I’m getting close!
I go a little harder than I perhaps should to finish off.
I release, into another, for the second of three times tonight. It’s much less than with Muselia, in terms of volume, but Nahn seems to be about as pleased with having my semen inside him as I am!
I let him gently slide off my cock and collapse, face first on the bed.
I point to my other admirer, still playing with herself and say “Don’t wear yourself out! I still want to do you! Just… give me some time to recover.”
Clearly surprised, she asks “Can you really…? Three times in one night…!?”
She doesn’t believe me, even after I said I would. I don’t blame her… Fucking two hotties in quick succession has left me feeling a little abused down there, (though, not as abused as I’m sure my hotties feel(!))… but I’m determined to get this hattrick!
I give my most mischievous smile and say “Doctor Shing… as a Human specialist… you really ought to become familiar with the Coolidge effect(!)”
---one hattrick later---
I’m lying down, with one Shing under each arm.
My alarm is set for mere hours from now… I have to get up, help them load their heavy stuff… take a monorail to the docks and convince my Captain to give these two a job.
They probably won’t be able to pass the Fluffy Test… but I hope they still want to come away on the ship with me… speaking to them at the bar… they seemed like kind, good people… good people deserve a break!
I should get Cookie to make them some of his pancakes, at least.