---Viig’s perspective---

The door opens for me and the eyes immediately snap to the short, brown hair, over a light brown neck, on the big, wide, comfy seat.

I step across the doorway and pass through one of those magic sound blocker barriers.

As soon as the ears cross it, I stop right where I stand.

I’m stabbed in the heart by the twangy sound of the song she’s playing on the instrument she holds!

Just the notes on their own wrench the guts and tighten the chest!

No sound I’ve ever heard has made me so instantly sad!

Then, she sings

p♫ I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'd never let you go

When all those shadows almost killed your liight

I remember you said don't leave me here alone

But all that's dead and gone and passed toniiiight♫p

I stand, rooted to the spot, jaw hanging open and tail perfectly still behind me.

I’ve heard Terran music before… but nothing like this!

The beautiful words feel… cold… Cold like a house no one has lived in for years… Cold like Winter… Cold like the dead…

The music makes me feel a hundred different emotions at once!

I want to get in front of the gorgeous one eyed woman and see the face as she plays and sings but… I don’t think she knows I’m here… I think she’d probably stop playing if she saw me and, as painful as the song is, I can’t bear the thought of not hearing the end!

I just have to imagine the face.

I’ve only known Jaylah for a little while but, in that time, she’s always seemed so supremely cheerful and confident! I had no idea she had anything like this in her!

The words stop and are replaced with flourishing cries with no translated meaning.

Then, she gets to the same part she’s sung twice already, only with the strings quieter now.

p♫ You and I'll be saaafe and souuund♫p

are the last words she sings before going back into more of that wonderfully melodic wailing again, slowly fading out.

The song ends.

I stand in stunned silence for a few moments before I remember the way Terrans say ‘well done’.

I bring up the hands and face the palms towards eachother.

---Jaylah’s perspective---

I finish the song on my wife’s guitar and sit, allowing the bittersweet mixture of selfpity and catharsis to wash over me.

Then, I jump out of my fucking skin as the sound of enthusiastic clapping breaks out behind me!

I launch to my feet and wheel around, adrenaline buzzing through my blood and still holding Luz’s guitar.

I see a 3ft tall, yellow eyed, green skinned Goblin girl frantically smacking her hands together at me.

“Viig?!” I ask, still catching my breath.

She stops her clumsy clapping and says “That was incredible, Jaylah!… Absolutely amazing!”

My mind races as I stare at the girl, working everything out.

She wasn’t hiding in here, I realize… She must’ve walked in here when…

“How much’d ya hear?” I ask, seriously.

“Oh, I think I walked in near the beginning? I’m not sure though…” she frowns.

“I was already playin’ when ya came in?” I ask.

“Yes? Why?”

“No reason.” I lie, relieved that she didn’t hear me talking to Luz’s picture about her “So… Why’re ya here, darlin’? There somethin’ ya need help with?”

Looking kinda hurt, she answers “No, just, the other day, you said I could come here when you weren’t working and we’d drink [tequila] together… Right?”

I chuckle “Right I did…”

I spend a moment thinking about whether I really wanna start drinking and *ehem* doing whatever follows after the day I’ve had… then decide that no matter how tired I am, I can’t pass up such appealing company(!)

I smile down at the girl and gesture round myself to all the empty seats “Why don’t ya make yerself comfy… I’ll get us a bottle an’ whip us up some sangritas, Kay sweetheart?”

She answers with a toothy grin.

It’s kinda refreshing to finally meet an alien species who see showing teeth the same way Terrans do… but it’s also a little unnerving!

Every time she does it, I have to remind myself that, even though she’s not Terran, it’s not a threat display(!)

She walks forward and rounds the couch, climbing up to set herself down right next to where I just got up from.

I chuckle, put down Luz’s guitar and walk from my lounge to my kitchen.

Talking to the drinks dispenser, I say “Two sangritas, hold the hotsauce.” and it immediately gets to work whipping up the mixture of tomato juice, various citrus juices and salt the way it knows I like, just without the hotsauce I usually have it include.

No idea what the little lady’s spice tolerance is like so best to give her the option not to add it.

I go to my stasis fridge and pull out a bottle of my preferred brand of hotsauce, then to my liquor cabinet to grab a bottle of 100% blue agave, blanco tequila.

Luz always used to bitterly complain about the ‘mixto’ shit that was all we could get in the Military.

Wasn’t till I was back on Earth that I could try the real stuff and see what she meant about the difference.

Real tequila’s meant to be gently sipped, broken up with sips of sangrita, not pounded in shot form between chomping slices of lime and ripping lines of salt(!)

I’m getting the glasses (a shot glass for my guest, just because of her smaller size) when, from behind me, I hear her ask “Who were you singing about?”

Her tone is neutral with only mild curiosity.

“Oh… No one… It’s just a song I like singin’.” I lie, assembling the tequila, hotsauce, glasses, stirrers and sangritas onto a tray and turning around to walk back to the lounge.

I’m in time to see her raise her finger to Luz’s picture.

“You were singing about her, right?” she asks, not even dignifying the lie by pretending to consider it at all.

I give a mirthful frown as I set the tray down on the table and take a seat beside her.

“What makes ya think that, darlin’?” I ask, genuinely charmed by her no nonsense straightforwardness.

“Weeell…” she thinks “…she’s very pretty, she doesn’t look like she’s related to you, you have a picture of just her up on the wall in the place you live but I’ve not seen her and you’ve not mentioned her at all… I’m guessing you were [wives] to eachother?… And I’m guessing she’s not around anymore?”

I laugh.

“*hehehehehehehehehe*… The briefin’ said Twigg was clever and you were the cleverest of ’em, darlin’, but I sure weren’t expectin’ you ta walk inta my house and deduce out my entire life like Sherlock Holmes(!)… That was quite somethin’!” I answer, cracking open the spirit and tipping out a measure into my tequila crystal and a much smaller amount into her shot glass.

“So, I’m right then?”

“Yup… you’re right, sweetheart. Her name was Luz… She was my wife. That there’s the guitar she left me. Val was her horse. This was the ring I gave her when I asked her ta be mine.” I say, holding up the rubied circle of gold on the chain around my neck I used to wear a crucifix on “But she’s ancient history… I’ve lived longer since I lost her than I ever did before that… Comin’ up on thirty years ago now.”

“How did she die?” she asks, simply.

“Right at the end of the War… just days from the word comin’ down that the GU’d surrendered. We were the only thing that stood between a Terran city and a crazy War criminal’s army… I ordered a charge… It was the right thing to do… but it cost me my eye, my horse, and half my riders… including her.”

She frowns and says “I’m sorry.” her tone commiserating, not apologetic.

“Don’t be, darlin’… Like I said, ancient history! Had more ’an half my life ta come ta terms with it…. Survivor’s guilt’s definitely a bitch but I kicked its ass eventually!” I chuckle, darkly.

“But you still feel sad enough about her to sing like that?” she asks.

I think about it for a moment before answering “Guess so, sweetheart.”

“I… uhm… I…”

I frown curiously and look to the girl.

I think this is the first time I’ve heard her hesitate to speak like that.

She finally manages “I… lost someone too… a boy… about a [year] ago… His name was Pod… He wasn’t a [husband] to me (Folk don’t really do that) but I really cared about him!… I’m pretty sure he put at least one baby in me… there was another that might’ve been from him too… but I’m less sure…”

“How did he go?” I ask, gently.

“A Vrakhand shot him through the neck. A [sister] of Khr’kowan, actually.” she answers.

“Ah…” I say, remembering that, as civil as they are with eachother now, they were at war with eachother when we first found them “…sorry ta hear it.”

“Yeah…”

“Would you… like ta tell me ’bout him? What was he like?”

Looking off out the window, reminiscing, she grins and giggles “He was as dumb as a rock!… He was always trying things that were obviously not gonna work! Wasted sooo much clay, ore, wood and other stuff with his harebrained schemes! Then, once or twice a [year], something would actually work like he said and he’d ride that high for days!”

I chuckle “Bit of a crackpot, mad inventor type then? That what made ya fall fer him or…?”

“No, no… It was… the way he smiled more than anything… I really can’t explain it well but…”

“It lit up yer whole world? Felt like gettin’ a warm hug? Like all the warmth and satisfaction of every hot meal ya’ve ever eaten, all at once?” I suggest.

“Yes! All of that!” she agrees “Is that how Luz made you feel?”

“Reckon it was.” I smile, nodding.

“What was she like?” asks the little Goblin cutey.

“Weeelp… She was a 5’5’’, 110lb, Latina firecracker! Night she got transferred ta my Regiment, she broke another lieutenant’s nose (who totally deserved it)! I was completely smitten, right away… Weren’t gonna do nothin’ about it but she saw right through me… Waited a couple weeks ’fore pullin’ me inta her tent an’ takin’ off her armor. We got hitched up less than a year after in a garrison chapel. Spent the rest o’ the War havin’ a playful argument ’bout whether we were gonna settle down in Texas or Tamaulipas afterward… Used ta joke that we’d need a houseboat moored up in the middle o’ the Rio Grande as a compromise(!)” I chuckle.

She chuckles too but then says “I don’t understand the joke at all.” causing me to burst into laughter.

“Ain’t important, darlin’… How ’bout I teach ya how ta drink tequila an’ then we make a toast ta them, hmmm?”

She answers with an enthusiastic head nod before saying “Yes please.”

“Alright… That one’s yers.” I point out the little shotglass.

“Greedy(!)” she teases.

“I’d be takin’ ya ta the hospital if I gave ya as much as I’m havin’, darlin’!” I explain, smiling “I’m just pacin’ ya ta keep it from gettin’ nasty, Kay?… So, little sip, then yer gonna chase it with a mouthful o’ sangrita. That’s tomato juice, grapefruit juice, lime juice, orange juice and salt all mixed together. I’m gonna have hotsauce in mine…” I uncap the sauce bottle, shake a generous amount into my sangrita glass and stir it in “…but I recommend ya tryin’ it without an’ tryin’ a bit o’ mine ta see if ya want any o’ that. All clear, darlin’?”

“Yep.”

“Alright then…” I pick up the glass of clear spirit and wait for her to pick up hers before toasting “…Here’s ta Pod!”

Uncertainly, she answers “And here’s to Luz?”

I nod and clink my glass against hers.

---Viig’s perspective---

I circle the Spirit projection, mouth hanging open.

The belly is so high off the ground that I can stand fully upright underneath.

The toeless legs are so thick that I could fit the whole of myself inside, though I haven’t tried it (even if she says it’s just [science], I still can’t really bring myself to risk touching a Spirit, let alone getting inside one!)

The enormous head is higher off the ground than Jaylah, has a massive slope of furry muscle behind it and a curved horn, as long as me, coming out of each side.

From one side dangles a ropeladder up to one of those animal seats that’s been molded to fit the back of the massive hump on top of it.

In that seat is a Spirit projection of the man Jaylah says put her into the belly she was born from.

She definitely looks like him but I’m not sure how much of that is the face and how much is just the outfit?

He wears a wide hat, just like hers, and has the same cocky smile on his face as he rides the [bettleoceros] sized animal.

“Yeah… I stand by what I said before. He’s too big!”

Jaylah bursts into laughter reaching to the [holo] she uses, to send the Spirits away.

“Hhhhyup!… Duke was a big boy! Total sweetiepie though!”

“Except when he killed Wyatt you mean?” I ask, gesturing up at the man on the back of the animal she says killed him by stepping on the skull, just as he vanishes

She holds out a finger and cocks an eyebrow and sternly says “I said it was an accident! Poor thing didn’t mean it an’ he felt real bad after, I could tell!… Pappy wouldn’ta blamed him! He’d’ve known it were his fault fer fallin’ off!”

I resolve not to argue with Terran crazy and just throw up the palms in a ‘whatever you say’ as I make the way back to the seat next to her.

I take the small, empty glass and extend it to her hopefully.

She narrows the eyes and twists the lip before saying “Last one, alright little lady? Don’t want ya tossin’ yer cookies!” as she reaches for the bottle.

I grin in answer.

As she turns it up to tip out the clear liquid into the glass I hold, she says “Ya know, darlin’… There’s a way I think Terrans and Twigg are alike, ’sides just bein’ deathworlders.”

“Is there? What’s that?” I smile as I take a sip of the drink that makes everything funnier, warmer and shinier… riiight up until you have too much, at which point everything feels wrong until you throw it up!

“Weeell… I reckon we’re the only two species that actually know what it’s like in the Dark Forest!”

“I’m sorry?” I ask, not really able to understand all of the context the coin is trying to put in the mind.

She sets down the bottle and gestures with the hands, animatedly explaining “Looooong time ago, back before the first Terran’d even been ta space, a really smart guy realized ‘Hey… if there’s people on other planets, how come none of ’em’ve stopped by Earth ta say howdy?!’… Well, now we know the reason’s they thought Earth couldn’t have people on it and neither could any planet fer thousands o’ lightyears in any direction but, fer a long time, it were a mystery! We came up with a ton of ideas before eventually decidin’ that it looked like we were alone… or good as alone! But one o’ the ideas was called the ‘Dark Forest’; basically went that species in the galaxy eventually needed ta figure out ta stay quiet ’cause ones that didn’t got wiped out by those that found ’em!… When we finally had First Contact, we found out the galaxy weren’t a Dark Forest fer most… but it was fer us! Everyone hated us just fer existin’! We had ta fight like hell just ta survive long enough ta show ’em we ain’t monsters!”

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“And you think the Twigg are the same?” I ask, curiously.

“Sure do! Yer probably the only ones who can relate to the idea o’ livin’ with intelligent bein’s all around who want y’all dead!”

I frown “Well… doesn’t that also apply to the Vrakhand… just in reverse? Perhaps this dark forest is just part of being a deathworlder(!)”

She makes a face exactly like Pod used to make when he’d smoked too much and needed to think hard.

“Yeah… ya really just gutted my analogy there, darlin’… Think ya might be too clever fer me(!)”

I shake the head “I don’t! I can’t shoot [guns] like you can, ride [horses] like you can, use [whips] or [lassos] like you, play a [guitar] or sing like you! I think you’re very clever!”

She gives a mirthful, assessing frown, narrowing the natural brown and magical green eyes, and says “Those’re skills, darlin’… they ain’t intelligence.”

I give a confused frown in return and respond “I… don’t understand the difference?”

She laughs and shakes her head.

We sit in silence for a few moments.

I finally break it with a question I’ve been wondering about since I first met her.

“Jaylah? What’s with the eye?”

She turns to look at me, brow knit, and points to the magic, glowing green eye on the left side of the face.

“My cybernetic ya mean? Told ya! Lost the real one in the War!”

I shake the head and explain “No, I know that… but why didn’t you get it regrown? That’s what Emiko did with her eyes.”

Understanding breaks on the face as she answers “Aaah!… Well, lot o’ folk lost eyes and other bodyparts durin’ the War. ’Cause I still had a workin’ eye, I was low down the waitlist. Got my first prosthetic just ta tide me over till I could get the original regrown but, by the time that time came, I was kinda attached ta it!… Havin’ a visible battlescar don’t hurt at all when I’m sweettalking the kinda cuteys I’d be interested in takin’ ta bed either(!)… Plus, it’s kinda useful too…” she turns it on me and it changes colour as she says “…How else am I gonna look through their clothes an’ see ’em naked ’fore I decide ta bring ’em home(?)”

“It can see through clothes?” I ask, curious and a little excited by the thought of her seeing me naked right now.

She bursts into laughter and I do too ([alcohol] makes lots of laughter!)

“No, sweetheart! Least, not in any way a ya’d want!… It can do infrared…” the eye turns red “…That let’s me see in the dark and see the heat yer body’s makin’… It can do X-rays which…” her eye turns bright purple “…well, they don’t really let me see anything right now but, if there were X-rays in hear, they’d definitely let me see through yer clothes… just they’d also go through yer flesh too. Skeletons ain’t exactly sexy, least fer me(!) The… closest I can get ta seein’ ya with yer clothes off is if I go inta the high microwave range…” her eye turns light blue as she looks me up and down with it “…Let’s me see anythin’ solid ya might have under yer clothes, so it’s good fer scannin’ fer weapons, but I can’t make out any intimate details… Ya kinda just look like a blurry silhouette ta me right now… Sorry ta disappoint, little lady, but don’t go gougin’ yer eyes out ’cause ya think ya’ll get no-clothes-vision outta it(!)… No such thing exists, least far as I know!”

“Hmmm… You’ll just have to ask to see me with no clothes on then, won’t you.” I shrug, finishing the [tequila] and ‘chasing’ it with a mouthful of [sangrita].

She turns to me and says “My!… Ain’t you forward(!)”

Unable to hold back my incredulity, I blurt out “Spirits, Jaylah!… I’ve never been less ‘forward’ than I’ve been with you! ‘Forward’ would be if I’d climbed you and started licking your face in the sky ship house we met in! I’ve been taking it slow because I know Terrans don’t do things that way! Please don’t tell me we need to go slower than this! I don’t know if I can hold out much longer!”

She sits in silence for a few moments, making me terrified that I’ve ruined my shot and she’s going to tell me to get out and not come back!

Finally, she says “So… ya ain’t foolin’ then? Ya wanna knock boots with me?… Tonight?”

I hesitate but only for a moment before saying “Yes… I do.”

The enormous woman grins down, bends to put the face the width of a hand from me, locks the mismatched eyes with the yellow ones and says “Well… I’m definitely game, darlin’… Just gonna need ya ta answer a few questions first… That’ll let me… set the menu fer ya(!)”

---Jaylah’s perspective---

I step out of my room on the mezzanine floor of my apartment.

Per request, the only things I’m wearing are lingerie and my Stetson.

My left hand holds a long coil of light, smooth rope… the kind it’d be nigh impossible to accidentally hurt anyone with.

My right twirls the loop right and left in front of me in an idle butterfly.

This is definitely not the one I once decapitated a Thlundthvugun War criminal with!

Hygienewise, it’d be fine but I wouldn’t be able to get over the conceptual grossness of using a rope that’s killed someone for kink play!

I reach the top step and slowly start walking down, scanning my open plan bottom floor for any clues for where she might be.

Course, if I just wanted to get on with things, I could cycle through every visual spectrum until I found one that gave her away but… well, the seeking is an important part of hide and go seek!

I reach the bottom of the stairs and head through the lounge, starting a lap of my home, just to check I can’t see any tails, ears or feet sticking out anywhere.

Completing the preliminary circle and having seen nothing obvious, I loudly ask “Now where’d that little varmint get ta?!”

I start checking all the nooks and crannies about the place, most too small for a Human to fit in but not a little petite like her.

I’m on the far side of the couch from the window when I notice.

The starglow of the Citadel night isn’t coming through underneath it quite right…

It’s coming through normally on the right, normally on the left, but, in the middle, it’s blocked by something.

I briefly imagine steadily going back to the seat side and kicking it over but quickly think again.

I have to remember that she’s much smaller than a Human and, while she’s stronger and hardier than us, that’s only relative to her size!

A sturdy couch being kicked over on me wouldn’t be a problem… for me… If I get it a little wrong with her, I could break a limb or worse and that’d be something to have to explain to Hoss, now wouldn’t it!

I go over to where the subtle shadow is.

I’m actually shocked she was able to fit into a gap so narrow! I’d’ve thought her head was too big to get down there!

She must’ve either really squeezed in or been strong enough to lift the couch just a smidge on her own!

I bring down a heavy foot, right by where she’s hiding, and drop the loop of my lasso to the floor by my feet.

“Now, where oh where could she be hidin’?” I ask the air, hoping to hear a giggle.

Silence answers.

I breathe an overexaggerated sigh and bring in the loop to the rest of the coil in my hand.

I round the couch, to the left, walking slowly.

When I get to its side, I dive down and wrap my hands beneath it, heaving it from the floor in a single motion.

I hear a yelp and something darts out from underneath, heading for the door.

Certain she’s not beneath it anymore, I let the couch drop and dart my hand for the rope.

It streaks through the air and, the moment I’m sure the loop’s gone far enough down her that it’s definitely not gonna choke her if I do, I yank it back.

The rope closes around her midriff, pinning her arms to her sides just above the elbow.

She falls on her ass but, by keeping tension in the spoke, I’m able to keep her from going all the way over and smacking her head!

She slides across the polished floor, struggling as I reel her in.

Once she gets to near arm’s reach away, I lift her off the ground.

Just before I get her up to eye level with me, I twist the rope, causing her to spin round to face me.

Her legs kick but aren’t long enough to reach me.

Her forearms flail and scratch but her upper arms are lassoed which makes her completely helpless.

She gnashes her teeth and hisses at me.

“My, my, my! What an ornery little critter I done caught fer myself(!) I think ya’ll do nicely…” I smirk.

Without releasing the tension in the loop, I toss her over the back of the couch, right onto the spot she was when she propositioned me.

I leap over after her, easily able to clear it from a standing start without putting my hand on the back to gain height.

I come down on the back of the struggling girl and press her down into the couch cushions, tightening the spoke of the lasso around her diaphragm to squeeze the air out of her lungs.

I keep squeezing until she stops thrashing.

“There now… Ya’ve quieted down and the fun can start!” I smirk down at the back of her head.

My right hand goes to the hem of her pants and yanks them halfway down her buttocks.

They’re stopped there by the fact that she still has her tail through the tailhole.

In a single motion, I unfasten the button above it, releasing her tail and allowing me to keep depantsing her.

“Hmmm… no panties… Good ta know(!)” I comment, wryly, once her bottom half’s nude.

I loosen the loop and yank it down her body to just above the ankles of her cat feet before cinching it back up, freeing her arms but binding her legs and tail.

I pick her up by the rope (slowly enough to give her time to use the safeword if it causes her more pain than I’m thinking it will).

I walk over to just below the edge of the balcony that looks over my lounge, holding my 20lb prize at an arm’s length from myself in my right hand.

With my left, I toss the spoke end of the rope up to the railing, just right so it passes over above me then falls back down the other side.

I catch it and pull it taut.

I release the girl who swings away from me, yellow eyes wide.

I take the rope and go back to the couch, bending to fasten the end around one of its feet, just the right height to put her head a few feet off the ground.

I stand up and turn back to face the petite little xeno with a cocky grin on my face.

She’s struggling again… but a little halfheartedly.

From what I know of her kind’s athletic prowess, doing an inverted ab crunch to reach the loop and free her feet should be no problem for her but she’s pretending it’s beyond her ability.

My hands reach under the hem of her skin tight top and rip it off her.

My little catch buck ass nekkid now, I’m able to enjoy the sight of her pretty little titties as well as her cute little cunt!

“What an adorable little varmint ya are! I just wanna take ya home and keep ya all ta myself… Make ya my new favorite distraction!… Though…” I gesture around my home “…S’pose, I already got the first part o’ that covered, don’t I(?)”

I wrap my hand around her shin and lift her face up to the same level as mine.

Her slit pupils dilate, becoming almost round as she meets my eyes.

“All that’s left is fer me ta see how good a ‘distraction’ ya make, darlin’(!)” I grin, evilly.

With the hand not holding her up, I reach up to pull my hat off.

I bring its crown to the back of her (way too small for it) head and push her cute little lips into a Spiderman kiss.

Her hands press against my shoulders for a few moments, pretending to be trying to push me away… then, she melts.

Fuck! If there’s any pleasure greater than the moment a short, petite firecracker crumbles into a kiss, I don’t need to know(!)

My nostrils fill with her sensual smell as my tongue slips between her lips and explores her little fangs.

This kiss might just make me see god again for the first time in decades(!)

---Viig’s perspective---

The cool hat is removed from the back of the head and I swing away from the amazing upside down kiss with the giant woman.

She puts it back on the head.

She smirks at me with the one eyed face and she says “Think it’s time ta get this catch trussed up fer me…”

She turns to walk away, letting me get a proper look at how fantastic she looks when she’s only wearing this little!

It’s incredible that, on a Folk, I’d think nothing of that amount of skin but, on her, she looks almost nude!

I'd never even seen the legs bare on her until just after the song earlier and, now, seeing everything except boobs, arse and pussy, I think I get some idea of why Terrans always wear so many clothes; SO much more exciting when you finally get them out of them!

She bends down where she tied the end of the rope, grabs it with the left hand and unfastens it with a single deft pull of the right.

She lets out about a Folk length of slack between the hands, then turns to look at me with an evil smile.

I suddenly drop as she releases the rope.

I shriek as the floor rushes up to meet me!

My hands fly out to break my fall and… stop a finger width from the ground.

I look back at her and see that, while she let go with the left hand, the other held on.

She lets me down the last little bit gently but, before I even have the chance to think of running away, she’s on top of me, holding me down.

The Terrans tell me Folk are much stronger than them in proportion to the size we are… It’s just, when they’re so much bigger than us, that feels like it doesn’t really matter at all!

She manhandles me like no other lover I’ve ever had!

Twisting the arms behind the back, she binds them there, before folding the legs back to include them in the tie. Then she brings the tip of the tail to lash between the fetlocks.

She passes the ropes beneath me to secure them against the chest and belly in a cradle.

Finally she grabs the hair on the scalp and pulls back the head, causing me to open the mouth.

Rope is instantly passed over the lower face, between the fangs several times, gagging me.

She really wasn’t kidding about being amazing with ropes!

I’m lifted up from the ground by two hands and held the best part of two Folk heights up.

The guts swoop in me as I realise, arms, legs and even tail bound, I’d have absolutely no way of breaking the fall if she dropped me!

She brings a gigantic hand to squeeze the bottom jaw, making me look at her, fingers resting over the ropegag.

“There now! Ain’t you just the purdiest li’l Port-a-Gob that ever there was(?)” she smirks, the scar over the left eye creasing.

I growl through the ropes and wiggle against the bindings.

Eyebrows fly up the face as she says “Oh! Still a bitta fight in ya, is there? Well… gonna need to break ya o’ that(!)”

With that, she lowers me down to the level of the knee, facing behind her and makes for the stairs.

I hear how heavy she is with every footfall as she treads on each step with a resounding *boom* and I see the ground floor getting further away behind her.

It almost feels greedy to have this much woman to myself!

More than the weight of six Folk is surely too much not to share!

I really don’t want to share her though… maybe that makes me a greedy, I don’t really care…

Oh… shit! The star people are rubbing off on me!

I’ll be an irredeemable greedy by the time I get back to Graom(!)

She turns right and I’m looking at a wall for a moment before she turns left and I’m looking at the big window through the balcony railing as they both get further and further away.

Another left turn is followed by the sound of a door opening.

The smell of the room she just brought me inside instantly lets me know this is where she sleeps, even if I’m still only able to see the corridor behind her.

Then, without warning, I feel myself being accelerated up and back, into the room.

She’s [fucking] thrown me!

Landing’s gonna really hurt!

---Jaylah’s perspective---

I enjoy the look of terror on the bound cutey’s face as she flies through the air.

She lands, softly, on the red, satin sheets of my circular bed.

Her heartbreakingly adorable little tits rise and fall with pants of terror from the moments she thought she was going to have a hard landing.

My, this girl’s fun to bully!

Gotta be careful though.

Gotta remember that, deathworlder or not, she smaller relative to me than I was to Warking Vlixrothju!

I might not need to treat her like spun glass but I do need to not break her!

Still… no sense in holding back too much!

I’ve got myself a nice little toy here and I intend to enjoy playing with her(!)

I take a seat next to her on the bed and give her a little push to roll her onto her back, exposing my rodeo shibari work across her front.

Her cute-ass pussy is visibly wet for me.

Who could refuse an invitation like that?!

“Don’t mind if I do(!)” I grin, pushing her little legs apart at the knees and bringing my face to the tiniest pussy I’ve ever eaten.

My dexterity is not just limited to my hands (though, my recruitment officer did tell me I was off the charts on all the tests he gave me for fine manual motor skills)!

One of my favorite party tricks for impressing ladies is to play my bass or my banjo (not Luz’s guitar though) with my tongue… Never fails to bring out a bright red blush in gynophilic ladies(!)… Pretty sure I’ve even made a few straight girls start to question things(!)

Boys are a lot easier to impress… Just sucking on a popsicle’ll usually do it for them(!)

This to say, bringing my tongue to the little lady’s nethers gets an instant and extremely positive reaction!

I reach under the brim of my hat to tip it back, letting me see the closed eyes of my little plaything as she moans into her ropegag.

My left hand slides down my toned stomach and under my panties… No reason we can’t both be enjoying ourselves(!)

My right hand reaches to the back of my neck and then twists around the other way, to between my shoulder blades, releasing the knots in my halter bra.

Bringing that hand to my front, I pull it away, releasing the breasts.

She doesn’t seem to have noticed, a little distracted by my tongue. It’ll be a nice little surprise for her when I sit back up(!)

Both of us benefiting from my surgeon’s dexterity, it isn’t long before we both cum.

Mine is a silent tense of the diaphragm.

Hers is a scream through her gag that would’ve woken the entire floor if I didn’t have the privacy field up!

---Viig’s perspective---

As I come down from the single most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, I open the eyes.

Looking down the front, I see a brown Terran eye and a green glowing one staring at me from between the pussy and the brim of that sexy hat.

She sits back up and I doubletake in confusion.

Somehow, she managed to get that small top off while eating pussy, exposing a pair of gorgeous light brown tits!

She’s not the chestiest Terran I’ve met (that would have to be Thran) but, nonetheless, those are still definitely the largest and nicest tits I’ve ever seen bare!

They definitely make me want seconds!

She leans over and puts the long, toned arms either side of the pointy ears, putting me in a cage of the body.

Looking down at me, she asks “Now… I’m guessin’ this little critter wouldn’t mind somethin’ going a little deeper inside her, would she?” in a sensual whisper.

I shake the head in a “Nnn-nnh.” giving the hips as much of an inviting wiggle as I’m able with the ropework she’s done.

“Not so fast…” she grins, raising a finger to trace over the right side of the face below hers “…where I’m from, courteous thing ta do’s return favors… Think I can trust ya to be a good little pussylicker fer me if I take these ropes out yer mouth, darlin’(?)”

“Nnn-HNN!” I nod, enthusiastically.

“Good…”

Before I know what’s happening, I’m lying on my belly, between her legs, the ropes are coming out of the mouth and the small bottoms are coming down in front of me.

I feel legs curling against the bottom of the bound knees and a hand at the back of the head, both forcing me forward.

The mouth and nose are pressed between the lips of the largest pussy I’ve ever eaten, making it a little hard to breathe.

With much less skill than her, I do my best to use tongue and lips to give pleasure.

It’s a little difficult with her pushing the head forward and lightly crushing the face into the pussy but I do all I can to ‘return the favor’ to her.

“That’s it… good girl… keep goin’…” moans the woman now only wearing her [cowboy] hat.

---Jaylah’s perspective---

The second stomach tense of the evening hits me as I pull the tiny girls face out of my pussy, enjoying the way her long ears flap against my inner thighs as she gasps for air.

I pull her onto my front and get her regagged before she has any chance to object.

Cuddling her boobs into mine, I smile sweetly and whisper “Well done, darlin’… and… a promise’s a promise! Ya just wait right here, if’n ya don’t mind, an’ I’ll be right back ta take ya fer a ride(!)”

I roll her off me and get up to go to my dresser.

I bend down to open the bottom draw.

Inside is a whole mess of treasures!

The one I’m interested in, though, is the box on the right.

I open it up, showing 5 different cybernetics in various sizes.

I pick out the smallest one that I really only got for guys and gals doing their first time with anal (sterilized between uses, obviously) but which I think might still be a little big for my plaything.

I bring the base to rest against my clit and jack it in.

Shuddering a moment, I turn back to where my hogtied gal is waiting on the bed with the artistically tiny pecker jutting from the front of my pelvis.

I lie myself down beside her, propped up at the headboard and pick her up.

Orienting her vertically over my hips, I begin lowering her down.

“Oh!” I realize “Almost forgot… if yer gonna do cowgirl, ya’ll need this(!)”

I lift my Stetson from my head and place it onto hers.

It’s obviously way too big for her and is only kept from blinding her by getting caught on her long ears.

The effect is just about the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen!

“A very purdy cowgirl(!)” I say, before returning my left hand to the right side of her torso, lifting her up, lining up her hole with my dick… and sliding her onto it.

---Viig’s perspective---

I lie with the back of my head between two large tits on a chest I feel rise and fall beneath me.

Two heavy hands rest on top of my stomach.

Pussy well and truly fucked, ropes strewn about the bed, the smell of alien sex on the air and a feeling of contented bliss inside, I lie here, enjoying the warmth and the contact.

It’s been far too long since I’ve done it with anyone… the longest I’ve ever gone without since I became an adult, I think?

I just haven’t felt like it since… since it happened.

“Just everythin’ ya hoped, darlin’?” asks the woman beneath me, the low voice vibrating through the back of the head.

“Mmmm!” I agree “It was!”

“I’m glad, sweetheart!… Hate ta give Terran lovers everywhere a bad name with a GU Representative(!)” she jokes.

“You didn’t… I definitely want more… if you do too?”

I feel the weight shift as she turns the head to look down at me and asks “Ya mean… like, tonight or… ya fixin’ ta make this a reoccurrin’ thing?”

“I can’t take any more tonight… I’m worn out… I wouldn’t mind another time though?”

She jiggles beneath me before chuckling “No problem at all, darlin’!”

We lie in contented silence for a long time before finally a question occurs to me.

“Do you think she’d mind this?”

Confused, the woman asks “Who’d mind this?… Ya mean Miyazaki?”

I shake the head “No… Luz… Do you think she’d care if she knew?”

I’m jostled as she bursts into raucous laughter.

Finally, she manages to get out “*Hahahahahahahaha**inhale*…Just fer future reference, darlin’… that kinda question’s generally bad pillow talk… least fer Texans if it ain’t fer all Terrans(!)…” making me feel a bit stupid “…but, ta answer it, sweetheart, no, I don’t think she would… We talked, ya know? Before she died, we made it very clear ta eachother that, if only one of us made it through the War the other one needed ta move on… I weren’t able ta do that fer 7 years afterwards but ya ain’t the first one I bedded since her… ya ain’t even my first xeno! If she ever did have a problem with me bein’ with people after her, she’s had 23 years to get over it…”

Horrified, I ask “[7 years]!? That’s… Spirits! I can’t imagine… That was my first in a [year] and I felt like I was dying without it!”

She chuckles again and says “Yup… If she was watchin’ me somehow, I’m sure she was screamin’ at me ta just go get laid already(!)” then she seems to realise something “So, I was yer first? Since yer man?”

“Yeah… you were…”

She thinks about that for a moment before asking “Ya think he’d mind?”

I shake the head “I’m sure, if he was watching, he was wanking off furiously the whole time.”

More laughter bounces me before “Well, I hope he enjoyed the show(!)… Say… ya wanna go back to the Twigg room fer breakfast in the mornin’? I could cook ya some extra of mine here if ya like?”

“What are you having?” I ask.

“Pancakes.”