---Steve’s perspective---
I’m sitting in a bar with Jae, Tymancha, Lilith and Björn after a long day of sightseeing on Thrulj.
It’s a shame I’m not into bears (in either sense) since I reckon Björn’s into me!
Yasmin and Yuán both said they didn’t want to come to the bar so went back to the ship, instead.
“So…” starts a slightly sloshed Jae “…we’re all agreed that the Princess and the castaway were fucking, right?”
“I’m not sure about that…” says the soft spoken Ursus “…they were definitely close but it seems jumping to a conclusion to assume they were having sex!”
“I saw her coming out of his room one morning… it was clear she didn’t want to be seen!” contributes the titchy Satanist with the modded pale skin, black hair, black horns (one of which is broken halfway down) and eyes with black whites and yellow irises.
“That don’t necessarily mean she was fuckin’ him…” I chime in “…The bloke’d been through a lot and might’ve just needed a shoulder to cry on.”
Jae argues “You didn’t see the way she was flirting with him?!”
I shake my head “I saw it! I’d defo agree she wanted to have a naughty with him! I just don’t know as I’d say they did!”
“What about the way they said goodbye?” chimes in Lilith, with her high, gravelly voice “That didn’t seem a bit… intimate?”
“Nah yeah, defo did! Again, I just ain’t sure as they did the nasty!”
Here, Tymancha mumbles something from under Jae’s arm.
“Sorry mate, didn’t catch that?”
“I said…” he starts, a bit uncomfortable “…it’s not our business whether they were or not.”
Kinda surprised, I say “Alright mate… how ’bout a subject change, then?” I look for another topic to talk about before I think of something.
A massive smile breaks over my face as I ask “Anyone else fuckin’ creasin’ when that sheila was tellin’ us how we’d get tazed if we said the words ‘hold my b…’” I catch myself just in time as every set of eyes at the table widens and an arm on the wall whips in my direction, pointing a set of prongs at me, threateningly “…the… phrase where we’re askin’ for our beer to be held?”
“Good save!” giggles the broken horned woman.
Just then, I see something I’m not gonna let stand.
I get up and make my way over to the bar…
---Uljottur’s perspective---
All dressed up and nowhere to go!
I’ve just spent all day giving the ‘Welcome to Thrulj’ lecture to five separate parties of Terrans and, then, my friends cancel our plans at the last minute!
It did sound like a real emergency… still galling, though!
I need a drink, whether I have friends with me or not… I have a headache from dealing with all those Terrans!
That one professional group weren’t so bad… but the other four of partiers and holiday makers were a nightmare! It will be a miracle if I don’t get audited on any of those presentations when one of the little turds gets caught doing something idiotic and claims that ‘no one told them not to’! Not that I’m worried… The recordings will show that they were told, they were just looking at that funny vid on their friend’s holo screen and not listening!
I walk into the bar (of a much lower calibre than I thought I was going to be frequenting this evening) and sit.
When the barmaid asks what I want, eying up my clearly inappropriate dress, I answer “Give me the gold stuff. [621ml].”
Her eyebrows raise as she says “You’re sure, buddy? You know that stuff’s meant for Terrans, right?”
“I’m well aware… I need something strong after the day I’ve just had!”
She nods sympathetically before going to pour me a glass of frothy, amber gold, 4.7%.
She sets down the heavy glass in front of me and I tap my holo, paying.
I take a moment to inhale deeply of the overpowering alcoholic vapours coming off the top of it.
This will probably last me most of the night.
No sooner have I begun nursing it than I hear someone enormously heavy take the seat next to mine.
I look left and see an immense male in rut, staring down at me, with a crazed look in his eyes. He’s easily [75cm] taller than me and has fully mature horns indicating he’s at least twice my age.
“What do you mean by coming into my bar dressed like that and ordering the strongest drink in the largest quantity, boy? Could it be you wish to challenge me?!… Or are you looking to catch my attention for… other reasons?”
Well [fuck]! I’ve accidentally triggered this man’s territorial instincts!
As much as it would be nice to get fucked tonight “I’m really not in the mood, Sir… I didn’t mean anything by coming in here dressed like this and ordering this drink.”
“Ah! So, you aren’t here to challenge me… so you must be here to offer yourself to me!”
“Lurodj, please stop harassing my patr…” starts the barmaid but the man cuts her off.
“Silence, woman! I’m talking to the pretty boy, here! If you want to come home with me as well I’m happy to do both of you!”
“Sir, I’m not going home with you! Please leave me alone!” I answer.
“Oh, I think you are!” he says, placing his hand on my wrist.
No sooner has he done so than he has someone else’s hand on his own. A small, tan-pink hand that clearly contains great power as, with a slight squeeze, it’s able to force the massive male’s to release my wrist.
“Don’t be a drongo, mate!” says the buttery smooth voice in my ear, speaking heavily accented English to the one who just put his hand on me. I’m not wearing a translator so I don’t know, exactly, what a ‘drongo’ is.
Fury burns in the male’s eyes as he says “This is no concern of yours, Terran!”
“The sheila seemed like she wanted to be left alone… I’d say that makes it my business!”
My unwanted admirer wrenches his wrist from the grip of my potential saviour, stands and withdraws a [15cm] blade, the butt of which he slams into the bar.
My eyes widen! This just escalated!
Then I hear something I don’t expect… laughter… the man next to me is laughing… manically! He’s cackling his head off!
Could this be some sort of fear reaction?
“What’s so funny, Terran!?” demands the bull.
“Nothin’ *hahahahahahahaha* nothin’! You’ve just got *hahahahaha* no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ for someone to set me up for this…” he jabs a finger toward the blade and declares “That’s not a knife!”
What’s he talking about?! Has the fear driven him delirious!? It’s either that or my fear has driven my English skill from me! It definitely sounded as if he’s just pointed at a knife and declared that it’s not a knife!
He steps between me and the giant bull, withdrawing a blade that’s a full [35cm] long and slamming it into the counter top, causing an ominous *boom*, declaring “This is a knife!”
The enormous man with the large knife appraises the small man with the massive one for a moment before lunging at him.
Faster than I can resolve, the small Human has folded the bull Thruljec into the bar and violently pinioned him there, having wrenched the knife from his hand and planted it into the countertop with a resounding *thock*!
“Now, mate…” growls the Human, all his previous joviality gone “…if you’re done bein’ a fuckin’ nong, I’ll let you up and you can walk outta here with none o’ your bones munted!… This is an offer I’m only gonna make once!… The next time you think about treatin’ anyone the way you just treated these two sheilas, look over your fuckin’ shoulder… ’cause I might be there… or maybe someone who’ll be less kind than me! Are we fuckin’ clear?!”
“We’re clear! We’re clear!!!” pleads the bull, desperately, as my saviour twists his arm.
“Good!…” snarls the Human before looking to the barmaid and asking “…Anythin’ you wanna say to this piece o’ crap before he fucks off?”
Clearly as thrilled as I am, the barmaid answers “Yes… Lurodj, you’re barred… if you come back here, you’ll be tazed… and then I’m calling the Guard!”
“Nice addition!” grins the man with an appreciative nod.
He lets up the bull, who stands, staring at the small man whose power he now knows, for a moment, before attempting to pull his blade from the counter top.
He strains for several long moments but is unable to budge it!
The Terran looks amused before saying “Looks like that’s stayin’ here, don’t it?” gesturing to the wedged knife “Now… off you fuck!” he gives a flick of four of the fingers of one hand, his palm faced downward.
Utterly defeated, my assailant turns and stomps from the bar, his heavy footfalls only serving to further advertise the physical superiority of my saviour.
Once the bull has gone, the Human turns to the barmaid and says “Sorry about the bar. You want me to pull it…?”
She interrupts him to say “Don’t be… I’m glad you were here and I’m glad to finally have an excuse to never see Lurodj again! As for the knife…” she thinks a few moments “…leave it… I think it might add character! Might become a local legend… ‘the blade, planted by a Human, that only the worthy may pull free’(!)”
The Human laughs “Just call me ‘Merlin’(!)”
Then, he turns to me and says “Sorry ’bout that!… Oh! It’s you! From the presentation earlier…!”
“Oh… err… yes… you… you were with the professional group?…” I ask, a little dazed.
“Yeah… Listen, me and my mates’re just over there… I’m sure they’d be happy if you wanted to join us?… No pressure! If you’re waitin’ for someone…”
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“I’m not!” I say, just a tiny bit too desperately “*Hh-hrm*…What I mean… is that I would love to sit with you… and your friends…”
---Steve’s perspective---
I’m walking the girl in the ridiculous neon pink and purple, leafy frock home after spending the evening with her. She’s cute… shame I’m gonna have to disappoint her if she invites me inside.
“So… let me get this straight…” she smirks “…you worship a man who lived seven centuries ago and preached tolerance and love of all animals, ugly and beautiful, who was then killed by being stung in the chest by exactly one of the animals he preached tolerance of… thus proving him wrong?”
I shake my head and laugh “First off… ‘worship’’s a bit strong… I just believe in his message, is all! Second, I think he’d tell you there’s no such thing as an ‘ugly’ animal and that all animals are beautiful little rippers in their own way! Last, he wasn’t ‘proven wrong’ by bein’ killed by that stingray! He never claimed Earth’s animals weren’t dangerous! Just that what they really want, what they really need, is to be left alone by Humans, out in the wild!”
“And… he decided the best way to demonstrate how deathworld animals need to be left alone was to sprint into bushes after them and pick them up by their tails while they hiss and lunge at him?”
“Nah nah nah nah nah! He wasn’t advocatin’ this as somethin’ that everyone should be doin’! He was a professional! He knew how to interact with these animals without hurtin’ ’em or gettin’ hurt by ’em!”
“Eeeexcept that he then got killed by one…?” she teases.
“Yeah, after a decades long career as an animal handler! I don’t resent the stingray! The stingray is not my religion’s devil! It was an animal doin’ what animal’s do!”
She throws up her hands in an ‘alright, alright’ before turning around and stepping in front of me.
She gestures to the unit we’re outside and asks “This is me… would you… would you like to come in, Steve?”
There it is, the moment I’ve had more than a few times in my life… The moment that makes all my straight and bi guyfriends jealous!
Turns out, one of the most attractive things you can do spending time with a lady is to treat her like a Human being… or a person at least, in this case… That’s a difficult thing to do if you keep looking down at her body like you’re starving to death and she’s a fresh cooked cut of steak(!)
I’m not a handsome guy and still I think this sheila makes the dozenth who I’ve had to let down!
“Listen… Uljottur…” I say, doing my best to be respectful by using her name, even if my mouth isn’t really the right shape to pronounce it properly “…I think you’re an amazing person and I had a tonne of fun with you tonight… it’s just… I ain’t into sheilas… only blokes… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
Her face falls, heartbreakingly, and for a moment I regret agreeing to walk her home in the first place. Just for a moment though… I can objectively tell she’s an attractive woman and I’ve already had to chase off one guy who wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer tonight!
Eventually, she manages “Oh… alright… that’s… that’s OK… I guess… I guess I’ll go in, now… Please… erm… please tell your friends I had a lot of fun with them, too!”
“I will!” I smile, kindly, turning to go.
“Steve…?” she says after me.
I turn back “Yeah, Uljie?”
“What are blokes… and sheilas? I don’t know those words.”
---Uljottur’s perspective---
I step through my apartment door, immediately followed by the handsome Human.
Before the door has even closed he throws me to the wall and pushes his lips against mine, letting me feel the power of his deathworld body as he does.
It’s… a tiny bit insulting that he mistook me for female but, I suppose, I am asking him to determine gender in an alien species so I can’t be too hard on him!
He pulls his lips away, rests his solid forehead against mine, closes his eyes and sighs contentedly as he says “Strewth! It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cute boy to pash on like this!”
I get the gist of what he’s saying, even if he’s using words I don’t know, again.
I smirk “Are you sure I’m not a girl(?)”
He sighs “You are wearing a neon pink and purple frock!”
I nod “This dress is considered very manly clothing on Thrulj… it’s eyecatching, so it draws the eyes of potential partners… that was part of what was upsetting that guy earlier… he didn’t want competition so, if I wasn’t there to fuck him he didn’t want me to compete with… it’s my fault, really… I should have changed into something plainer after my plans fell through…”
“Yeah nah!” snarls the Human, in a way that causes my stomachs to summersault as I look at his calciate metal teeth, mere inches from my face, and realise the only way I’m going anywhere is if this man lets me. “Wrong!” he continues “If you wanna were nice clothes out to a bar that don’t give dickheads the right to harass you over it! It don’t matter if their harassin’ you ’cause they wanna have a naughty with you or they think you’re gonna steal sheilas away from ’em! It weren’t your fault!”
“OK… I’m… sorry!” I respond, both frightened and thrilled.
He gives a nod before his eyes list down, he brings his hand to the strap of my dress and pushes it off my shoulder, letting his warm, heavy fingers rest against my now bare flesh.
“I do have… a question…” he says, distractedly, as his other hand moves to my other shoulder.
“What’s… your question?” I ask, biting my lip, trying to keep my breathlessness out of my voice.
“That guy at the bar… he was like half your height again and looked like more than twice your mass!… How come you’re so small?… You’re only a tiny bit taller ’an me!”
“Oh… that… well I am a little bit shorter than I would be otherwise because of Wartime malnutrition…”
“Same…” he says as he bends to kiss my neck.
“…but… erm… the main… reason would be that… err…” I say, forgetting how to speak, slightly, as he runs his hands and lips over my body “…would be that he was sexually mature… around twice my age.”
The Human stops dead and steps backward, a look of horror on his face.
“You’re a nipper?” he asks, aghast.
“I don’t… think so? What’s a nipper?” I answer, confused.
“An ankle biter! A sprog! A tacker! A Minshie!”
I shake my head and hold up my hands to indicate that none of those synonyms helped!
“You. Are. A. Child?!” he enunciates, horrified.
“Oh…” I laugh “…no! I’m not a child! I have a job! I pay taxes! I drink! I fuck… legally!”
“But you said that other bloke’d ‘reached sexual maturity’! Implication bein’ you ain’t!”
“Yes… OK, I see the misunderstanding here: you’re thinking of ‘sexual maturity’ in Human terms!”
He narrows his eyes and makes a ‘go on’ gesture with his hands.
“For your species, am I right in thinking sexual maturity is more or less binary? You start life as asexual beings and, then one day, a switch is flipped and you’re suddenly capable of getting horny?” I ask.
“There’s a bit more to it than that!… Like, it don’t happen all at once, for one thing! Puberty’s a years long process! And your tastes can change when you’re an adult… I had an ex who said he didn’t like blokes until he was in his thirties!” he responds, suspiciously.
“OK, but the basic principle of Humans only being considered adults, some time after they’ve ‘switched on’, holds? That a person who hasn’t reached sexual maturity is, to a Human, by definition not an adult?” I query.
Reluctantly, he nods his head.
“Alright, for my species you’re considered an adult… it’s… erm…” I do some mental maths “…the equivalent of 25 in Terran years, but you keep developing through a sexual spectrum all the way up to about… 80 something in Terran years? That’s just like full maturity, though… not ‘adulthood’.”
“Wait… you mean to tell me that that guy at the bar… was an old codger? In his 80s!?”
I nod “At least, yes… though that’s the prime of fitness for our species so please don’t feel bad about it!”
Unhappily, he asks “What about you? How old are you?”
“I’m… I think I would be 45? 46?” I answer.
“Crikey! You’re older than me! Didn’t expect that!”
“Yes… everything is above board here… Would you like to keep undressing me now(?)” I smile.
“Guess so…” he smirks back before yanking down the top of my dress leaving me entirely bare from the waist up.
He reaches out to stroke his hot palm against my chest.
“You didn’t notice that, where Thruljec women all have enormous breasts, I have nothing at all to milk(?)” I tease.
He smirks “I don’t know about that(!)” cupping my genitals, suggestively.
Before I can ask him what he means, he picks me up and carries me toward my bedroom.
He drops me on my bed and yanks off my dress over my hooves.
He unbuttons his own dark greenish-brown shirt and drops his matching shorts.
The last thing he takes off is his wide brimmed hat.
He doesn’t have the clear physicality of some of the Terran men (or even one of the Terran women) that I’ve brought home previously. He’s certainly no match for that shipmate of his I asked onto the stage, earlier … but still… he’s a Terran!
Seeing how effortlessly he disarmed that bull male at the bar, I know he can handle himself.
There’s an inherent thrill in being alone with someone who’s more than you could ever be, without even trying!
My eyes drift down.
His manhood is… girthy… not long but definitely thick!
“Lube?” he asks.
I gesture to my bedside cabinet and answer “Bottom drawer.”
He nods and goes to retrieve it.
Having pulled out the pump dispenser bottle, he doesn’t apply any yet. Rather, he just puts it on the table top along side a box of tissues that he pulled from the same drawer.
He puts his knee on my bed and descends toward me.
---Steve’s perspective---
Uljie’s eyes are stunningly pink as they look up at me! Like a reddy-pinky-purple… magenta? I was never good with colour names!
They’ve got no whites and I can’t make out where his pupils are, despite knowing they wouldn’t work as eyes without pupils!
Through his parted lips I see four long, conical fangs that I’d call tusks except they don’t come out of his mouth. I’ve seen longer ones on New ’Straya’s snakes, though!
His horns are small and his frame is slim… it feels a little gross, knowing he isn’t fully grown, even if he is an adult, over the age of consent and slightly older than I am!
I try to picture what he’d look like, being the size of the big bugger, earlier. Those massive horns, those roided out looking muscles… would I have been as happy to jump into bed with him?
Maybe… if he had the same personality… it might be fun to play with a boy who looks like he’s built like a brick shithouse but has all the strength of a pile of leaves! Maybe, I’m not as put off by bears as I thought(!) Do I just not like boys who’re stronger than me?
When I was a nipper, living in the outback with the New Australian Resistance, I remember seeing a Thruljec with his helmet off when I was on a supply run in New Watarru… he didn’t see me but I nearly got caught, ’cause I was staring… I was too young for that to be my sexual awakening but… strewth, that boy was cute!
I straddle Uljie’s hips, careful not to let him take any of my weight and bring my donger next to his.
His is longer than mine… but skinnier.
I swivel my hips, brushing the underside of my cock over the top of his.
He gives an adorable little moan and I grin before brushing my hands up the smooth greyish-purple skin of his chest.
I realise that, with his white hair (thankfully, only on his head… with a little under his armpits and round his cock and balls) and that skin tone, he’s got the same colouration as those Fennoscandian trolls! LOADS cuter, though!
I chuckle and he smiles “What’s so funny?”
I shake my head and answer “Nothin’.” before leaning down to give him another, long, snog.
When his mouth is free, he asks “What did you mean when you said you didn’t know if you could milk me?”
I smirk “You wanna see how I’d do it?”
His breath hitches and he nods.
“Alright then, get on your hands and knees and put that cute little arse in my face!” I say, getting off him and kneeling, up at the head of the bed.”
He does as I told him to, presenting his perfect little arse toward me, a long cow tail dangling between his cheeks.
I reach to the pump bottle, give a single squirt of lube into my right hand and grab some tissues with my other.
I put the tissues down between his knees and grab his tail, carefully pulling it clear. I feel that it’s got muscles in it, when I’m holding it, and he seems to be able to keep it out of the way, lying over his back.
He’s got a nice, clean arsehole… I like when boys take care of themselves… plus it’s much nicer for me(!)
I rub the lube over both of my hands and then bring my right to his adorable little tool.
Gripping tightly (but carefully) I stroke down and up.
He gives a shuddering moan.
I chuckle, bring my left hand to fondle his balls and lean forward to plant my face between his arsecheeks, giving him an Australian kiss (just like a French one, except down under(!))
The base of his tail swishes back and forward, unthinkingly, across my brow while I work his skinny cock up and down and my tongue deep into his arse.
He arches his back, lowering his face to the bed.
I grin, seeing and feeling how he reacts to the stimulation.
From the sound of it, he’s got a mouthful of the sheets, right now!
A few minutes go by before he clenches and gives an adorable little squeak!
I pull my face from his grundle and aim his cock at the tissues.
There’s a lot more than I was thinking there’d be but, thankfully, none of it gets on the sheets!
I scoop up the tissues and use a dry patch to clean off the tip of his cock.
He, weakly, crawls around and I show him the grey-white goop.
“There, see… I milked you(!)” I smirk.
He gives a panted laugh before saying “Alright… I guess… you can… milk me(!)… Do you… want to… do me, now?”
I cock an eyebrow “I… you’re not… it wouldn’t be to much? I thought gardenworlders were effectively one-and-done… You want me to bugger you, now? You don’t wanna maybe bat me off or give me a mungin’?”
“Munging?” he asks.
“Oral.” I explain.
He smiles and shakes his head “I want you to ‘[bugger]’ me! [Bugger] me harder than I’ve ever been [buggered]!”
---Uljottur’s perspective---
Oh. Stars! This. Was. A. Mis.Calc.U.La.Tion!
[Fuck]!
I was wrong to tell a Terran to fuck me hard!
He’s still holding back (obvious from the fact that I’m still alive) but this is SO much more intense than I thought it was going to be!
I didn’t want to be a selfish lover and give him a weak handjob but I should have gone with oral!
This is too much! This is an unbearable amount of stimulation, with the refractory period I’m not over!
It feels like he’s been fucking me, with that girthy member of his, for hours!
I’m going to be raw for a week!
He’s bending my spine by pulling on my shoulders with his hands, crushing my arse into his pelvis!
I’m about to surrender… offer to finish him off with my mouth, when his motion suddenly seizes.
A [second] or [two] go by before I feel his hot semen coat my insides like a fire hose!
---Steve’s perspective---
I’m cuddling with an exhausted Uljie, early in the morning.
He opens his eyes.
“Mornin’!” I smirk.
“Nnnnrrh!” he grunts.
“You got work today?”
“Nuh-uh…” he answers.
“Great! You can show me the sites!” I grin.
He chuckles “And here I thought you were going to say ‘Great! You can recover from me breaking every bone in your body with over enthusiastic sex’(!)”
“Nah, you’re alright, aintcha?” I grin before I ask “You are alright, right?”
“I’ll be fine… might need lubier lube if you want another round tonight… maybe tomorrow…”
I laugh “Can’t’ve been too bad if you’re already eyin’ up seconds(!)… You wanna swap holocoms? I could let you know if I ever swing back this way… you could let me know if you’re ever comin’ mine?”
He smiles “Sounds good… Speaking of sites, there’s somewhere I want to take you first.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He gives a sleepy smile and answers “Yeah… there’s a diner a few streets away… they do excellent, Terran style pancakes!”