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Flight of the Phoenix
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From The Archives, Flight of the Phoenix, by Redvane.
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F l i g h t O f T h e P h o e n i x.
Disclaimer And Warning: This story features acts of rampant,
sweaty sex between a variety of sentient,
consorting lifeforms with little regard
to gender or physical limitations [don't be
tempted to try this at home without carefully
reading the appropriate FAQs first :)]. If this
bothers you, stop reading now because if you do
read it and flame me for being a disgusting
pervert I'll send DemonStallions after you...
and they don't take prisoners.
Still here...
Good.
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"Who the *fuck* is their interior designer, Ghengis Khan the
Colourblind!" Selis cursed as he stomped into the cramped crew quarters
of the cargo freighter.
"Alright so it's not a magus-class liner, we've seen worse." Marcus
reassured his friend. He looked around what was to be home for the next
six months. Selis was right to be a little peeved. The decor was a
confusion of styles: Terran art nouveau lighting, Adelbaran desert
nomad carpeting and soft furnishings, Doric columns around the dolphin
pool...
"Ah, gentlemen, welcome on board."
Marcus turned and Selis swung his head round to look over his
shoulder before he too turned. In the corridor behind them a fenthen
male stood, arms crossed over his furred chest, black tipped claws never
still, whiskers on his otterish snout constantly twitching, thick tail
swinging from side to side, the very image of nervous energy barely
confined. Marcus and Selis knew the fenthen race before and despite his
outward manner they realised this was a very placid representative of
his species before them.
"I see that you're admiring the decor. I'm afraid our captain has
rather peculiar tastes in that department, can't bear to throw anything
away you see." The fenthen fired words like LaserTracer. "I think
you'll find the accommodation quite comfortable, I'm afraid that Captain
had told me only that you were Terran, she omitted to mention which
species. Still, not to worry, please feel free to rearrange your
quarters as you see fit. Once you're settled in come up to the bridge
and meet Captain. Oh, I think the first job will be the sandcasters,
they haven't worked in months.
"Thanks," Marcus replied after he'd got his breath back, the speed of
the otterkin's delivery leaving him exhausted and he'd only been
listening. "Marcus Greenacre by the way, pleased to meet you." he
extended his hand.
"Oh, of course, how remiss of me, Luten Riffillinien Conros Nial,
Ship's pilot, everyone calls me Riff." Furred paw met hand and shook
each other firmly.
"And this is Selis," Marcus indicated his companion.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance sir,"
Selis bowed his head down to the fenthen's level until their noses
almost touched, first Selis breathed, out then in, then Riff, each
scenting the other. Marcus was impressed, equinidae were not a common
sight among the spacelanes and few knew the correct way of greeting his
companion, indeed many were overawed merely by his sheer physical
presence; after all sixteen hands of well muscled stallion can be quite
daunting in the confines of a spaceship. Riff didn't bat a whisker
though and completing his greeting he rose.
"Departure time is sixteen thirty UTC, one hour from now. I hope you
enjoy your stay... gentlemen."
With that he turned on his heel and left, a jaunty spring in his
step.
"Hmmm..." murmured the stallion as the click of otterkin claws
receded down the corridor, "I like him."
"Oh Goddess!" Marcus exclaimed, flopping down onto a chaise-longue
upholstered in a deep purple velvet, "You're insatiable. Two weeks
shoreside in the fleshpots of Lunar-1 and five minutes aboard you're
eyeing up the talent."
"Well, I'm used to being in a permanently lustful state now, it's
going to take some time to get used to your... frailty," he giggled.
"FRAILTY!" Marcus yelled, grabbing a cushion he hurled it at the big
horse. It glanced off his shoulder landing on the floor with a dull
"flump".
"Ooohh, I do love it when you get angry," Selis giggled again,
stepping sideways away from Marcus as daintily as nearly a ton of horse
could, the tip of his cock started to slip from it's sheath, shining in
the diffused lighting of their cabin. Marcus smiled and rose, stepping
purposefully towards the big stallion. "Yes, I rather think you do."
Reaching out he ran his hand down the smooth flank and across the
horse's belly towards the thickening cock. In a smooth movement the
human swept his hand back over the velvety sheath and back to caress the
hard globes nestling between the stallion's hind legs. Slowly he knelt
beside Selis, his other hand joining the first, rubbing his sheath,
feeling the growing hardness within. More shining black cock emerged,
growing firmer and fatter.
"Oh Goddess," Selis moaned, turning his head and neck to look at the
man crouching next to him, "I'll swear there's never been anyone as good
at this as you."
Marcus ran his hands down the lengthening shaft of the stallion's
black cock, savouring its weight and girth, it slick velvety smoothness.
Slowly, sensuously he stroked back to the sheath, one hand caressing the
firm nuts, tickling them with skilful fingertips before running both
hands down his length, the smooth skin stretching as he hardened. A
finger ran around the head of the stallion's cock, brushing over the
open tip. The head of his rod swelled a little under Marcus' skilful
fingers, bulging lustfully as the stallion grew to his full potency.
Slowly, almost painfully slowly, Marcus ran his hand back up the hard
length, fingers tracing the raised veins, delicately caressing the
mottled pink and black skin as they journeyed back to the sheath.
Raising his hands to his face he breathed the stallion's scent deeply,
hot and male.
"And no-one smells as nice as you, you big bastard you!"
"OOOH! Pretty! Pretty Horsey! Hello!"
The squeaky voice was unmistakable enough but a rapid chitter of
delphine laughter served only to confirm the species of the owner of the
voice. Both Selis and Marcus turned to look at the pool behind them and
the dolphin female that poked her head from the water.
"Hi," Marcus said, as though he'd been drinking tea moments earlier
and not caressing his lover's tender portions. Dolphins didn't know the
meaning of shame or embarrassment so there was no point in covering up.
"Hello!" she whistled again, "You're both nice! Want to come into
the water? We can... " she whistled a phrase in delphine that Marcus
couldn't understand.
"She wants us both to fuck her together," Selis snorted, translating
the whistles and clicks.
"Later perhaps, we've got to go and see the captain now." Marcus
answered.
"Oh good, later!" The cheery dolphin spun round and swam off.
"You know," Selis murmured, I think I'm going to like this trip after
all."
Marcus stood and rested an arm on the stallion's back. "Sure you
are, you horny stud. C'mon, Let's get you groomed and up to meet the
Boss Lady. We'll have a look round this junkpile later and see what
needs fixing and *then* we can fuck - with the dolphin if you like."
"You're so masterful," Selis snorted affectionately, "but you've left
me feeling all aroused an' that."
"Yes," Marcus replied, kissing the big stallion's nose, "That way
you'll be begging for it when tonight comes."
"Bastard."
Marcus set to grooming Selis until his jet black hide glowed,
brushing away the tangles and sweat his lover had acquired in Goddess
alone knows what Lunar palace of pleasure. Still, he mused, if you were
going to spend your hard earned credits on sweaty lust the Lunar complex
was widely regarded as one of the best places in the Western Spiral Arm
to do it. He smiled as he remembered his somewhat debauched week: the
Wolfkin from Agricius (Oh those claws! Oh those teeth!!!), the
percheron mare with a mouth like fire and pussy like honey... He could
go on but time and starlane departure slots wait for no lifeform so he
finished up Selis' grooming in a hurry, brushing out his tail with just
the occasional touch of an exploratory digit on his dark asshole, much
to their mutual delight.
"Which PsiHarness do you want on?" Marcus asked as he packed away
Selis' grooming brushes.
"Gold I think. Always looks impressive."
Marcus dug out a UniCom KVR8 half-harness and buckled it across
Selis' chest like a barding breastplate from the days of armoured
horses. The flat gold unit, a glorified force field generator,
glimmered in the light, the leather harness that carried it tight and
dark against the horse's dark hide. Marcus wimpered silently as he
stole a glance at his lover; leather made him look so sexy. Reaching
under the stallion's crest he found the chipslot and tapped the
controller key into the small opening. "That OK?" Marcus asked.
Suddenly he felt himself lifted from the floor and gently floated
around to face the stallion.
"Seems OK" Selis snorted before depositing his lover back to the
floor.
Marcus looked his companion over. He looked beautiful: black hide
glistening, the breastplate and its wide leather harness adding to his
regality, sheath and balls full of promise.
"Later." he whispered.
"I'll take you up on that."
The bridge of the Phoenix II was decorated in the same eclectic
style as the rest of the ship, most of Her design seemed to be copied
form a spanish galleon, a ship's wheel behind the command console, rope
and tackle hanging from the celing, serving no apparent purpose.
"Hiya," the captain spun her chair round as she heard the clop of
hooves.
"Hello Captain," Marcus and Selis chorused.
"Welcome aboard boys, none of this captain stuff on board the 'Nix,
just call me Jessica." Jessica smiled sweetly and cast a long glance at
Selis, a look that didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the crew.
"Somebody's in trou... ble..." a sing-song voice came from the
secondary navigator's chair.
"Enough already Orin!" Jessica chided him. The bear whom she
addressed stood up, waved a friendly paw at the newcomers, gave his
captain the finger and sat down with a grunt.
"Wow," mumbled Selis, "He's a Hurissinan."
"Indeed he is," Jessica said. "Orin usually takes bear form as he's
fond of them when he's on Earth..."
"Best fuck you can get on that misbegotten planet," Orin interrupted.
"That's my home you're talking about!" Jessica retorted. "Anyway,
here's the crew: Riff you've already met," the otter wagged a tail at
them but didn't turn around from the pilot's console, "He's the
gentleman of the crew, flies anything, eats lots of fish, cooks like an
angel and fucks like a demon. Down in the swimming pool is Glimmer," a
whistle responded to the mention of the dolphin's name, "Navigator
extraordinare who, I'm reliably informed," she shot a glance at Orin,
"could milk a dairy herd dry, and who I can confirm has the most
talented tongue on the ship." Marcus didn't have the necessary
translation software set up in this MindLink's ROMs but whistle from
below could only be a laugh. "And of course Orin, jack of all trades,
master of most of them, pretty much immortal, a Hurissinan Metamorph
with all that implies and I still owe him for all those scratches he
gave me last night."
"You said, and I quote, 'take me roughly from behind you hairy brute
you'." Orin turned to the engineering consoles and made himself bus+y
firing up the CharmDrive primaries.
"Yes... well... I suppose it was fun," Jessica giggled. And you are
Marcus and Selis. Hope you didn't drain yourselves totally on Lunar.
Oh, which one's which.
"The two legged one is Marcus," said Selis.
"And the four legged one is Selis" said Marcus.
"We're very difficult to tell apart." Selis continued.
Jessica laughed. "You'll fit in here just wonderfully, fellow
outcasts. Want to ride in engineering and see just what sort of a mess
our last engineer left us in."
* * *
Selis had some choice words for the 'Nix's last engineer as he
monitored the short charmjump from Terra to Barnard's Star. After
flushing the beta contaminants from where they had no place being Marcus
crawled into the inspection hatch and began to replace some of the
plumbing. The two engineers ran a mindlink, Selis' speciality was drive
systems and he advised and floated tools in and out of the confined
space.
"I'll need a size 12 for that last plate," Marcus said as he closed
up the access hatches.
"OK," Selis replied.
Marcus held out his hand and felt a warm, damp and slightly throbbing
mass pressed into it. He looked down at the twelve inches of synthetic
cock and sighed.
"Your mind's wandering again."
"Oh, sorry. Wrong toolbag." The dildo was replaced by the appropriate
sized wrench.
"New toy?"
"Yep. Just on the market. It's got a full set of A.I. chips."
"An intelligent dildo?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"Why not? Great fun at parties. Looks after itself, hoof-free
operation, self cleaning..."
Marcus tightened the last bolt and slid out of the hatchway. The
SmartDildo floated three feet off the ground performing a solo waltz.
"Don't you think all this technology is getting a little out of hand
sometimes?"
"Nahhh."
"Me neither. C'mon we need a shower. We'll sort the 'casters out
tomorrow."
They could hear the groaning from the end of the corridor, low and
female, coming from the Captain's quarters.
"Looks like they run an open door policy on this ship," Selis
murmured as they approached the source of the sounds of pleasure. "Want
to take a look?"
"Do bears shit in the woods?" Marcus replied. They drew level with
the door.
"Most likely, they certainly fuck on board spaceships."
Jessisa lay sprawled face down on her bed, behind her Orin the
Shapeshifter still in his bear form pumped his swollen cock into her,
his paws gripping her by the buttocks and pulling her onto him with each
stroke. Hearing a noise the bear turned and bared his teeth in a smile.
"Ah, an audience."
Slowly he withdrew his cock from Jessica's pussy, it's red length
shining in the light, her lips clinging to the tulip-shaped head as he
pulled it out. Jessica moaned and tried to push back onto her lover, to
impale herself once more onto his cock. "Oh no you don't," Orin
growled, his paws gripping her firmly, "You have to beg for it first."
A claw ran down her back to the crack of her ass, circled the tight
hole, the sharp tip tickling the entrance as his cock tormented her
lips.
"Pleeease..." Jessica groaned, "give it to me you bastard."
"What will you do for it," Orin teased her, his claw slipping into
the little rosebud of the captains ass. He slowly moved his hips
forwards, the distended head of his prick parting her lips as he gave
her a taste of the promise that awaited her. Then just as slowly he
withdrew.
"Anything... you know I'll do anything."
"Fuck that big stallion?"
"Yes... I want to anyway."
"Huh?" Selis' ears twitched forwards.
"Right now?" Orin continued.
"Fuck me first, then I'll..." Jessica happened to turn and saw the
human and horse in the doorway.
"Hi," Marcus waved and smiled, "Don't mind us. Although I don't want
to be pedantic there might be a problem - you see Marcus here doesn't
normally go for human females."
"Well, I can be flexible." Selis mumbled, eyeing the sweaty, naked
woman the bear clutched to his groin.
"I can make it worth your while," Orin smiled. Marcus saw his eyes
flicker in a brief flurry of concentration. Selis arched his neck and
snorted. The shapeshifter could apparently communicate telepathically.
"You got a deal." Selis smiled as best he could, the tip of his cock
emerging in excitement. Whatever Orin had planned Selis was obviously
looking forward to it.
The bear chuckled wickedly and sank his stiff rod deep into the
panting woman on the bed. Pulling out he thrust again, angling his
strokes to caress her clitoris. Marcus and Selis slipped into the room.
"Ur..." Selis murmured, slightly embarrassed, "I'm not exactly very
well groomed at the moment."
"That," Orin grunted as he sank his cock balls-deep into the
squirming captain, "doesn't matter."
Jessica moaned and writhed under her strong lover as she plundered
her, pulling her with his rough paws to meet his strokes. Marcus
reached under Selis' belly and tickled the head of his companion's
lengthening cock.
"This isn't like you?" he whispered.
"You don't know what he promised," Selis was becoming very excited.
"And I don't really mind fems that much."
Marcus smiled and continued to caress his lover's shiny black cock,
working the pre-cum that leaked from the tip around the flared head and
up the hardening shaft, if Jessica was going to take him she'd need
things slippery.
Up on the bed Orin started to fuck faster, clutching Jessica's
buttocks with one hairy paw and fingering her ass with the other. The
captain moaned loudly, her eyes closed and face sheened with sweat as
the bear's cock lifted to heights of ecstasy. Marcus teased Selis' cock
to its hardest and it swayed majestically below his belly. With a pat
on his flanks the big stallion reared and placed his forelegs on the bed
between Jessica's shoulders. The shock made Jessica open her eyes,
there before her was almost a metre of stiff, dribbling horsecock. Ever
the sensitive lover Selis bent his neck and softly nuzzled the small of
her back and then reached up to plant a sloppy horse kiss on Orin's
nose. Selis slowly edged forwards and Marcus stepped up to the
stallion's hindquarters and guided his cock to her waiting lips.
"Oh wow," Jessica murmured, opening her mouth she took the tip of the
horse's mighty cock into her and ran her tongue around the seeping tip.
Selis snorted and quivered as she lapped at him.
"Not bad," thought Marcus, form his vantage point her could see her
technique, her tongue circling and teasing the head. He stepped back to
get a better view, Jessica, captain of a starship, imprisoned between a
horny bear and a rampant stallion.
The horny bear decided that enough was enough and with a last mighty
heave he pushed his cock all the way into her. Groaning in lust they
came together, his cum flooding her. As he pulled his cock out a last
gout of white fluid splattered over her nether lips; "Nice touch,"
Marcus whispered under his breath, "You should be in the movies."
Gasping, Jessica moved back a little, freeing Selis' stallion prick
from her lips.
"You ready now?" Orin growled seductively.
Jessica nodded and leant back opening her legs wide. Marcus realised
that his services were called for and stepped up close once again.
Gently he fondled the massive horse cock, stroking the velvety smooth
skin. Orin moved beside them and with his strong paws lifted Jessica to
the side of the bed, raising her thighs to the stallion's rod. Marcus
was no stranger to what to do next, nor did it seem was Orin. With a
gentle stroke he guided Selis' cock to brush the entrance to her pussy.
Above him he felt his lover shiver slightly, his flanks quivering and
his cock twitching under his hands. Carefully Marcus eased the massive
head into her, the lips of her cunt parting. Jessica spread her legs
wider to permit the monster to enter her. "Yes..." she moaned, low and
guttural, "Fuck me you beautiful beast.." The only other sound was
Selis' snorting and the little squeaking sounds in his throat, Marcus
knew his companion was getting very excited indeed. With a little
patience Marcus managed to get the head of the stallion's cock in her
and Selis, feeling himself in possession of the panting woman, gave a
little thrust. Jessica groaned in pleasure as a couple of inches of
horsecock shoved itself into her, the cum that Orin flooded her with
seeping out around the black cock that jutted from her.
"More," she grunted and Selis obliged, humping slowly as though with
a virgin mare. With each thrust more of his cock entered her, spreading
her, invading to the very depths of her being. Orin and Marcus stood
back to watch the pair, The gently thrusting stallion and the woman who
pushed up to meet him, taking as much of his cock as she could. Marcus
felt a furry paw on his balls.
"We'll have to sort you out too. Anything you'd like?"
"I'll get back to you on that one." Marcus replied. His eyes didn't
leave the scene before him, his lover fucked the woman carefully but
strongly, aware of her fragility. He caught the stallions eye and
smiled, "Enjoying the ride?"
Selis rolled his eyes and squeaked, giving an extra little push with
his hindquarters. Jessica screamed in delight, her body tensing as she
came, her muscles clamping around the huge cock filling her. Selis lost
himself and came with a whinnying shriek, his cum poring in great
spurts. Jessica slipped off his cock but he continued coming, the smell
of their sex filled the room: hot, sweaty and delicious.
Gasping, Jessica collapsed back onto the bed and Selis daintily
hopped off, his cock, shiny with the outpourings of three creature's
lusts softening and slipping back into his sheath. He reached down and
nuzzled Jessica's cheek.
"Thanks," he whispered, "You were great. Are you OK?"
"Fine," Jessica whispered dreamily. She caressed the stallion's
cheek, "Wow... you're terrific."
"A moment for the lovers alone methinks," Orin said to Marcus.
"Agreed," Marcus replied.
"When you decide what you fancy, you know where to find me."
***
Marcus wandered back to their quarters, stripped off and went to
investigate the shower in the adjoining bathroom. The floor sloped
gently to a far wall, a free floating servo control shower rested on its
idling cradle, the area easily big enough for human and horse together.
He tapped the control pad, the showerhead floated upwards and a gentle
warm spray bathed him, soft and gentle as an English summer rain, steam
rising as the water hit the tiles, curling in tendrils, caressing like a
lover. Leisurely he soaped himself and washed off the sweat of the day.
After a little while an equine nose poked around the door, followed by
the rest of the horse.
"Evening Casanova," Marcus called.
Selis snorted a horsey titter, "Ahem..."
"Oh I don't really go for females," Marcus mimicked Selis' deep voice
as best he could, "Give me a well hung tight male anytime."
"I like variety." Selis clomped into range of the shower's spray.
"You like whatever _Ursa Major_ out there promised you."
"Well that as well, but I like her, she's attractive for a human and
she's good in bed."
"Well, that's what counts in the end."
"True enough, sow your wild oats while you can, or so my sire told
me."
"Where's your dad now?"
"Icantitus 5. Has a big spread that he farms out on the plains.
Nice place, I should see him more often." Selis stepped closer and
Marcus, retrieving the brush he'd thoughtfully brought with him, started
to groom him as the water played over his dark hide.
"Does he know about us?"
"I told him about six months ago. He doesn't really understand,
thinks that it's something I'll grow out of. He doesn't exactly
disapprove but then again he doesn't approve either."
"So taking me to meet your folks would..."
"...Not exactly be prudent. You missed my inside fore."
"Sorry," Marcus returned to brush the horse's leg, the brush making
short work of the tangles and sweat.
"How about your folks?"
"Oh they're very good about it. They tend to see me as a bit fickle
though, my brother was always the more stable one and of course he's the
family hero: fighter pilot, medals and all that shit."
"Still with the dolphin?"
"Was when I last saw him, they're pretty much lifemates now." Marcus
continued his grooming of the stallion while they talked, moving back to
his rump, the brush moving in firm strokes over the muscled
hindquarters.
"So do we expect to hear the splashing of tiny flippers soon?"
"Who knows, my brother's a bigger gadget freak than you are. I
wouldn't put him past finding someone to do some _ultra vires_
genesplicing for him. Goddess knows he's rich enough."
Selis relaxed under the gentle trickle of the flow of water, his cock
dropping to swing limply between his hind legs. Selis took a gentle
hold of it and cleaned it thoroughly.
"Got to get you looking your best for your assignation tonight," he
said, bathing the stallion's tool with a gentle touch. Selis sighed as
skilled fingers traced a pattern over his sensitive flesh and started to
grow hard. "Ah... naughty! You'll need that for later," Marcus chided
him, quickly finishing his grooming and powering down the shower.
Retrieving a towel he started to dry him down, noticing that Selis' cock
had retreated back into his sheath.
"You don't mind, do you." Selis said at last.
"Why should I mind."
"Dunno, just being stupid I guess."
"Hey, we agreed remember - none of this guilt trip crap, we're both
free agents; we fuck what we want and when we want. Just so happens
that most of the time we happen to be hung up on each other. Now let's
eat."
Selis kissed his companion's back as he retrieved some food for them
both from a nearby dispenser, they lay down together to eat in silence.
"Would you care to watch tonight's liaison?" Selis asked after they'd
finished.
"I would, but how?"
"Another new toy, take a look in the goodies-bag, Bausch & Thoren E5-
A."
Marcus retrieved the bag containing Selis' sex toys and fished out a
small box bearing a twin eagle logo and the relevant model number, it
contained a small biosoft.
"Plug that in and it records everything that happens to me for the
next twelve hours, instant SimStim home movies. This ship's got the
necessary kit for you to feel and see what I get up to tonight."
"Cute."
Selis rose. "It should be. Promise not to laugh though?"
"Promise."
* * *
Marcus was rather getting into the latest whodunit by the recently
rediscovered Ms Christie when a splash from the pool distracted him.
Riff the fenthen otterkin pulled himself from the water and stretched
out on the lip.
"Hi, our navigator has been asking about you and your friend."
"He's not here, has something planned with Orin. Everything OK
upstairs?"
"Sure, Jessica's steering us into a hold off Barnard's. All very
routine, twelve hours before we need to do anything. You got anything
planned for this evening." The otterkin's delivery slowed somewhat,
becoming more relaxed and inviting.
"Nothing special." Marcus smiled.
"Fancy a swim?"
Marcus stood, still naked from his shower. The otterkin looked at
his body approvingly, "Nice,"
"Thanks, you're pretty good looking yourself." He sat beside Riff
and dangled his legs in the water.
"Ever been to my homeworld?" Riff asked.
"No, I'm afraid I haven't, what's it like."
The fenthen stretched out on his back, paws behind his head. Marcus
noticed that his belly fur was a little lighter than the dark brown of
his back, his tail dipped into the pool and swept slowly in circles,
never still. Marcus stole a glance at the rise of fur that delineated
his balls and sheath, all nicely streamlined and tucked away.
"Nice place, I try to get back there every year, my clan has a
spring-welcoming ceremony; lots of food, lots of sex."
"Sounds great," He felt the otterkin's tail brush lightly against his
leg, slowly caressing his calf. He looked up into Riff's eyes "You
trying to seduce me?"
"Of course."
"You're succeeding, ever been with a human before?"
"Not a human male, no."
"Orin?"
"Oh sure, he can turn himself into a pretty good dragon, can't do the
fire though."
"Dragons?"
"Sure, always had a soft spot for big dragons, bigger the better."
Marcus reached down and started to stroke Riff's thigh. "You should
try my horsey friend if you like big."
"I heard the captain sampled his delights; isn't he too big for you
though?"
"He was at first, spot of surgery and internal rearrangement remedied
that though."
"Wow,"
"Oh humans have always been weird like that, if you don't like what
the Goddess sent you out with you can change it later - people are
having whole CNS transplants into tank-grown bodies these days."
"No kidding."
Selis reached higher and stroked firmer, feeling the otterkin's fur
warm under his fingers, the slight tremble as he shifted himself to
spread his legs a little wider. "Still in it's infancy, BodySwap. Sure
to become popular once the wrinkles get ironed out."
"I think I'll stick with my body," Riff retorted.
"And a very nice body it is too," Marcus bit his lip a little at the
cornyness of the line but Riff just smiled.
"Explore it if it pleases you,"
Marcus ran his hands up the twin trunks of the otters legs, brushing
the fur up against itself only to return, combing the soft hairs back
into place. His hand trailing up the otterkin's fur Selis moved to lie
beside him, propping himself up on his elbow whilst his free hand
returned to caress the soft fur of Riff's stomach. "Nice," he murmured
as the silky hairs tingled under his fingertips, the otterkin smiled in
return. Slowly he circled his hand down to Riff's sheath, stroking it
once, twice, the up to ring the opening, then down to the furry lump of
his balls, the otterkin seemed to tense a little, the twin lumps of his
balls retrearing up into his body. The otterkin yelped a little, before
another touch brought a sigh and their return; he was sensitive there.
The tip of his cock started to emerge under Marcus' ministrations; it
erected quickly as Marcus ran is hand up the sheath, stroking it gently
but firmly as more of the otterkin's cock slipped into view. It seemed
quite thick and smooth, bigger than Marcus expected, curved downwards at
the tip, the glans looking surprisingly human, glistening with juices
and promise. He tucked a fingertip to the tip of the delicious looking
cock and it twitched, shooting a little jet of come onto Riff's belly
fur; with finger and thumb Marcus caressed the pink hardness of the
otterkin, spreading the wetness over his sensitive flesh; his body went
limp, relaxed; a sigh came from his throat, long and pleasurable.
"Lovely," Riff murmured, "Just lovely. Careful though, there's a
bone in there - don't want to break it."
Keeping a hand on his cock Marcus bent down to kiss his new-found
lover, Riff met his kiss, his mouth opening, their tongues twining.
Marcus thought of how sweet he tasted as they pressed mouth to mouth,
tongues lapping, twisting, exploring, not at all fishy as he'd expected.
Gradually Marcus lowered himself towards the recumbent fenthen, pressing
his skin against his soft, yielding fur; Riff returned by wrapping a
soft arm around him, hugging him close. They pressed close for a while,
Marcus delighting in the furry being under him, every movement he made
sent shivers through his skin, the hot cock in his hand pulsing with a
life that seemed it's own. Gently he broke their kiss and slipped down
the otterkin's body, kissing him with soft pecks all the way down until
he reached his cock. The fenthen bent up and looked at the man whose
lips hovered over his cock.
"Wha...?"
"As this is your first time with a human," Marcus murmured, smiling
back at the surprised look on his companion's face, "I'll be gentle,
don't want any bones broken." He planted a tender kiss on his cockhead,
tasting the sweet salty come for a moment and then, parting his lips, he
bent and took the stiff pink rod into his mouth. Riff groaned and fell
back as the warmth enveloped his cock, his hips bucking up
involuntarily. Marcus swallowed the tender morsel easily, he'd got used
to deep throating Selis and so the otterish cock wasn't a problem. He
reached under the straining fenthen and took hold of his buttocks,
pulling him up to him. Slowly he lifted his head, before dropping once
more onto the sweet cock, his tongue lapping at the tip and the sides,
caressing spurts of come from him. The opening in Riff's cock was quite
wide for it's size and Marcus dipped his tongue inside his stiff rod,
lapping the juices hot from their source. Dimly he heard the otterkin
moan in pleasure as he buried his face in his crotch, his pink twitching
rod deep in his throat. With the otter's hips lifted from the ground
Marcus slipped a finger under his thick tail and found the opening of
his ass and began to caress it, surprised when he pushed a little and
his finger slipped in; this was obviously an encounter his friend had
prepared for. It was all too much for Riff and with a groan he bucked
his hips once more and came in earnest, spurt after spurt of thick,
sticky seed. Marcus finger fucked the writhing otterkin as he came, his
tongue bathing the twitching pole as he swallowed his come.
Finally he could come no more and Marcus let his cock slide from his
lips, gently removed his fingers and moved to lie beside the still
panting Riff.
"So what do you think of humans then," Marcus said at last.
Riff turned and hugged him. "You're wonderful," he said and planted
a kiss on his nose. Fancy that swim now?
Marcus nodded and together they slipped into the warm water of the
pool. Marcus looked admiringly at the fenthen's grace and ease in his
natural element, the way the water slipped around his short fur, he
struck out from the side and swam towards him, flipping over onto his
back. The otterkin drew closer, brushing against him tenderly.
"So much for swimming," Marcus giggled.
"Well," the pair turned to stand chest high in the water, "I had get
you wet first."
They hugged each other, Marcus felt the short blunt claws of his
otterish friend roam down his back, his own cock was still hard and he
felt Riff rub up and down him, his cock burrowing into the fur, it's
silkiness caressing him.
Riff rubbed his pointed head against Marcus' shoulder, "I want you,"
he whispered, his voice low and sultry, "I want you inside me." His
sharp teeth nibbled gently at the human's neck and shoulder, "Will you?"
his voice almost pleaded with lust.
"Of course I will," Marcus whispered back.
Riff chuckled and with a twist he jumped up onto his human lover and
wrapped his legs around his waist. "Right now," he giggled, leaning
back. Marcus's cock slipped under the otterkin's tail and with another
wriggle Riff rubbed his ass against the stiff rod.
Marcus braced himself, the water helping to support him, he reached
down and took hold of his cock on one hand and Riff in the other, "Right
now."
With a little manoeuvring they found a comfortable position and with
a push Marcus slipped his cock into the otterkin's tight ring.
Riff moaned as he felt Marcus' cock enter him up to the hilt, his
head tilting back and his clawed hand gripping at his lovers shoulders.
His muscles clamped on the invading cock and Marcus moaned too, his cock
gripped in the furry otter's hole. They kissed deeply again, tongues
meeting and caressing as Riff relaxed and began to ride Marcus' pole,
the fenthen's tail wrapping under the human's balls and around his leg.
Marcus placed his hands under the otterkin's rump to help him, lifting
and dropping him, the only sounds the splash of water and their pants
and groans as they pleasured each other. Harder and harder they thrust
together, Marcus' cock stretching and filling the tight, groaning otter,
the rubbing of fur and skin as they countered thrust for thrust, warm
water caressing their bodies as they rutted in the pool, pleasure raging
through them both, their soft moans like poetry as their bodes lusted
for each other. They sped up and slowed down as the mood took them,
fucking furiously one minute, slow and tender the next. For an age they
loved each other until at last Riff felt Marcus' cock swell in him and
with a groan of pure pleasure the human came in a torrent of come,
flooding the tight otter with his cream.
They hung onto each other for a time, cuddling in the water as they
grew soft and Marcus slipped from his furry lover. They climbed from
the pool and flopped down, dripping to the pool's edge, tenderly
touching and caressing each other.
"I'll be sure to tell our navigator about your aquatic prowess, "Riff
said at last.
"You be sure to," Marcus replied.
They dimmed the lights and lay drowsily next to each other, cuddling
up close, fur to skin. As he drifted off towards sleep Marcus wondered
how Selis' evening had been....
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<Well that's it for part one, hope you enjoyed it. How did Selis'
evening go at what was his shapechanging lover wearing for him (apart
from a smile)? Do otter's have hard-ons when they wake up in the
morning? What have Jessica and Glimmer the Dolphin been up to all this
time? Why does toast always land butter-side down? Will there be a
part two? Drop me a note ([email protected]) if you liked at
and would like to see more, especially if you've any twists and trysts
you'd like me to include!
Tailhugs...
Redvane.
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