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Cruzing (ff/fff/mf/nc/bd/ds/alien/startrek)
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CRUZING
Chapter Three: Friends Come Together (part 3a)
"God, Vas, how long has it been?" Ro asked, bringing Vas her drink.
"We'll, let me think," Vas replied, trying to remember when their weekend
together on Risa at the Hotel Intergalactica had been. "It was definitely
that time at the 'Galactica, I think about two years ago," she finished.
"Yeah," Vas repeated, now sure, as she sipped her Romulan ale, "Definitely
two years. Damn, it's good to see you!"
The two women had spend the better part of half an hour just catching up
on news, girl-talking, realizing how much they'd missed each other. Vas
especially valued Ro's total calm in the face of weirdness. The sex
between them had been natural and expressive from the start, even that
first time when Ro had fulfilled her self-imposed "obligation", and she'd
not so much as blinked at Vas' significantly unusual sexual physiology.
Ro reminded Vas of no one so much as herself, taking life as it came, the
bad breaks with the good, concentrating on the highs and forgetting the
lows. "Where the fuck did you get this stuff," Vas asked suddenly,
licking clear the slippery film that Romulan ale inevitably left on the
lips. "It's good."
"Oh, haven't you heard?" Ro responded with feigned surprise. "The ship
has a bar."
"Yeah, right," Vas laughed. "Guinan's place, and it's not a bar," she
lectured. "A bar is dark, smoky, smells like at least six kinds of aliens
packed too close together, and has music." Vas closed her eyes, smiling a
mellow smile, as she settled back in the deep couch in Ro's common area.
"That place is a *lounge*," she finished with a laugh.
"Bar, lounge, whatever," Ro chided her friend. "It's got booze."
"So?" Vas challenged. "I was under the impression that Guinan served only
synthecrapohol, per Starfleet Shipboard Procedures Protocol 6614/c."
"Well, that just goes to show what *you* know, newbie," Ro riposted,
sipping her own ale. "You're in the Fleet now, babe, and the first thing
you've got to learn is: you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours.
So," finished Ro, "I gave Guinan my cargo allotment so she could bring on
more supplies for the bar . . . oops! I mean *lounge*. . . and in
return, well, I get certain . . . amenities." She held up her glass to
the light, marveling at the refractory index of Romulan ale."
"That's just fucking great," Vas pouted in mock disgust. "You scratch my
back, I'll scratch yours? Fuck, that's the first lesson I learned in the
Corps, man! And who are you calling newbie, puta?"
"Ahggg! *PUTA*?" Ro cried, affecting a tone of wounded honor.
'That's right. . . ridgeface."
"You better take that back. . ." Ro said dangerously.
"And what are you gonna do about it?" Vas mock-challenged.
Ro looked at her friend for a long moment, before putting her drink down
with deliberate intent. She walked slowly over the where Vas sat, and sat
down silently next to her. Then, bending close, she kissed Vas, slowly at
first. Gradually, the passion of the kiss grew until they were deep in
each other's mouths, exploring, licking, chewing, breathing their mutual
lust back and forth until it seemed they'd been sharing the same air for
minutes. Ro gently broke the kiss, watching the power of Vas' sexual
appetites reflected behind her dark, bottomless eyes. "Come on, I want to
show you something. . ."
Ro led Vas into her bedroom. "Notice anything?" Ro asked innocently.
Vas looked carefully around the room, but it still took her a full minute
to notice it, and then only after Ro had teased her ("Some badass you
are," she'd challenged). But there it was: a stout metal eye-bolt
protruding from the ceiling directly over her bed.
Vas looked at Ro, shivering slightly with sexual need. "Fuck," she
whispered.
"Yeah, cool, huh?" Ro teased again, more forcefully, enjoying the dark
hunger washing across her friend like a wave. "Remember?"
Vas slowly looked at her friend. After a long moment, she finally asked,
"Do you also have a spreader bar?"
Ro's look of supreme decadence indicated more clearly than words the
answer to Vas' question.
*****
A half an hour later, there on Ro's bed, a bit awkwardly, dripping with
sweat and grunting forcefully from her exertions, Vas climaxed strongly
under the bed's illumination lights. The orgasm had been building
steadily for several long, sweet minutes, and now it was blossoming like a
warm, delicious explosion of lust, raking her compact, muscular frame with
searing blasts of pleasure.
"AHHH!," Vas half-screamed, her eyes tightly closed, muscles coiled.
"Sweet Jesu Cristo!"
As often happened, the big orgasm left Vas incredibly horny, eager to have
yet another. Truly, sex was the only addiction that she hadn't a prayer
of breaking. Her body, unfortunately (or fortunately) for her, depending
on how she looked at it, was literally built for sex and violence.
Vas' incredible body represented the pinnacle of genetic bioengineering as
it existed on Earth during the Eugenics War. The geneticists of that era
had literally been given absolute power to develop supersoldiers for the
War, and they had taken that power to the limit. The results were a mixed
bag, but by far the most successful line of such soldiers were the
Cruzers. Named for the infamous genetic scientist, Dr. Eduardo Cruz, the
Cruzers were unmatched in fighting ability, strength, reflexes, and
senses. They were also, much to the shame of subsequent generations,
designed to serve every male sexual fantasy and need. The blueprint was a
genetic mating of human and canine DNA, and the goal was to create a
single gender of hybridized hermaphrodites which would be predominantly
female in appearance but fully capable of performing sexually in both the
male and female role. The canine DNA was recombined with the human DNA to
provide strength and stamina, and to provide for a superb sense of smell
specifically designed to respond sexually to sex pheromones, the ultimate
basis for the command bond. Finally, the canine DNA also provided the
genetic design for the Cruzers' sexual physiology, which included a
canine-like penis carried entirely internally within the upper fold of the
vaginal lips, and the ability to generate extended multiple masculine
orgasms with nearly continuous ejaculation of semen. Finally, these
qualities had been designed to breed true, so that any Cruzer could
impregnate any other Cruzer, and vice versa, and bear offspring, with
stable genetic matrices, that were in every way Cruzers. Vas was from a
long line of particularly virile Cruzers, and she in particular was
*quite* a stud. In fact, that's exactly what Ro liked to call Vas in bed.
Vas surveyed her sweaty frame as she recovered her breath. Her hot body
pulsed with firm, smooth muscle. She was compact and powerful, with
smooth, caramel-glazed skin the color of deep, honeyed bronze. Vas was
absolutely dedicated to an extensive bodybuilding program; for her, it was
as natural and necessary as breathing. For Cruzers, exercise actually
released powerful endorphins directly into the bloodstream of the brain,
so that it was not uncommon for Cruzers to experience orgasm while working
out. It happened to Vas quite often.
Now, Vas' hot, lethally-developed, animal body was spectacularly exposed
for Ro's intimate viewing pleasure. Vas lay flat on her back on the bed,
her wrists firmly encircled by a pair of magnetic binders, which were, in
turn, attached to an eye-bolt driven deep into the bulkhead behind and
above Vas head. This arrangement served to position Vas' arms above and
behind her head, leaving her torso and belly completely exposed. Vas
ankles were each similarly encircled a separate set of binders, which
were, in turn, attached to either end of a two-inch thick duralloy rod:
the spreader bar. Its name implied its function, to spread Vas' legs
apart, and keep them apart. In addition, the middle of the spreader bar
included yet another stout eye-bolt, and Ro had used this to attach the
bar to the twin eye-bolt in the ceiling. Ro had then simply hoisted Vas'
legs up in the air, leaving her butch body explicitly revealed to whatever
depredations Ro might care to perpetrate on her alien friend.
Which is not to say that Ro was sick-minded. She had no intention of
becoming violent, or injuring Vas, and if, for some reason Ro had tried it
anyway, both women knew that Vas stood an extremely good chance of ripping
those eye-bolts right out of the bulkheads, and subsequently into vital
areas of Ro's anatomy. Quite the contrary, placing Vas in this position
of sexual vulnerability was designed for both their pleasure. Vas derived
a great deal of sexual fulfillment from being restrained. Vas had often
thought about why that was, and had ultimately decided that it had to do
with the fact that while she was on duty, she had to be unbelievably
controlled. Her heart barely beat without a direct, conscious command
from her brain. That was Vas' obsession, and her strength: control of
herself, and through that, control of her environment. She knew that
these qualities were going to make her the best Security Chief that Picard
had ever seen. However, these same qualities tended to build up tension
within Vas after a time, so that the opportunity to relinquish control,
totally and fully, began to take on a distinctly sexual appeal. After
several years of Marine duties, the luxury of releasing control of her
body to another person whom she trusted implicitly was a sexual therapy
that Vas now found quite devastating, and tremendously fulfilling. So,
she watched her Bajoran friend watching her from the foot of the bed,
examining every detail of Vas' body as she sipped a little more Romulan
ale, and felt her breath quickening involuntarily.
With Vas' legs spread wide and her upraised ass revealed to Ro, it was
easy for the Bajoran to examine her friend's body closely. If anything,
Ro had to admit that Vas was in even better shape than the last time she
saw her, although she wouldn't have thought it possible. The Cruzer's
short, compact frame was at the kinky edge of muscular development, while
still maintaining a basically female look. Thick, swollen tendons stood
out under the creamy bronzed skin of her tensed, perspiration-bejeweled
thighs, and her biceps were each bunched into hard, thick knots. Her
super-tensed, sweat-moist belly undulated with rippling sinew, causing the
dark trail of short, wiry, jet-black pubic hair connecting her deeply-
dimpled belly button to her spread vagina to twitch like a bristly snake.
But, flirt with the edge of traditionally masculine muscular development
though she did, Vas' body remained undeniable female, for she also
possessed fantastic tits. They were very large and incredibly firm,
almost as if composed of muscle, as opposed to more supple flesh, and her
well-developed pectoral muscles served to make the twin, bronzed globes
stand out even further. But, best of all (at least in Ro's humble
opinion), each of Vas' breasts was capped by a startlingly-large nipple.
Each was deep, dark brown in color, almost black, in fact, and textured
all over with small goose-bumps of arousal. Finally, at the center of
each swollen nipple was a wet, upraised, bright red *teat* that stood,
erect and protruding, nearly a full inch from the surrounding aureole. In
Cruzers, these teats possessed the same sensitivity as the clitoris of a
human female. Again, Vas was no exception, and like all members of her
race, her nipple-buds secreted a sweet, sticky, honey-like sap which
served to keep each erect teat coated with protective moisture.
Presently, Vas was producing this sap in abundance, as she always did when
sexually aroused, and the thick, sticky discharge crawled down the side of
each full globe with exaggerated slowness, shiny and kinky in the lights
over the bed.
Vas' vagina and anus were arrayed similarly to a human female, and the
physical layout of both the vaginal and rectal channels was essentially
the same as well; however, Cruzers possessed a specially developed muscle,
the heliaxis, that wound around the vagina like a corkscrew. Cruzers were
able to both constrict this muscle and tense it rhythmically, to provide
unparalleled stimulation of the male during vaginal penetration. Truly,
Dr. Cruz had left no stone unturned in his pursuit of perfection. Ro
drank in the body arrayed before her, Venus and Adonis commingled,
intertwined, meshed. . . unified.
Ro could see that Vas was deeply aroused. Her lips were pulled back from
her teeth, revealing her somewhat exaggerated canine teeth, between the
lateral incisors and first premolars. Ro had seen Vas file these teeth;
Vas had told her that if she let them grow, they would protrude through
her lips. The scent of her sweaty body was thick in the air, the moisture
beading all over her skin. With a normal body temperature of 103 degrees,
Vas sweated easily, and particularly profusely during sex.
"God, Vas how long has it been for you?" Ro asked softly. She began to
strip off her uniform while she talked.
"Over two weeks, lover," came Vas' breathy reply. That was an eternity
for a Cruzer. "Been so fucking busy with this transfer," she apologized.
She watched her friend reveal her body. Ro stood directly between Vas
spread legs, allowing the Cruzer to watch the woman framed by her own
spread legs. Ro had a supple, nimble body, just slightly lanky but oddly
graceful. Her breasts were small but sensitive, and like all Bajorans,
she was completely without pubic hair. Ro's body was the antithesis of
Vas'. Whereas, Ro was taller and slender, Vas was shorter and
heavier-built. The Bajoran's compact breasts and small, pink nipples
contrasted sharply with the heavy swell of Vas' tits, with their swollen,
prominent, dark nipples. Ro's skin was very pale, while Vas was a dark
coffee color all over.
Finally, and most distinctly, while Ro was smooth and hairless, Vas was
*quite* hairy, a testament to her canine heritage. With her arms pulled
over her head, Ro could see Vas' dense underarm hair explicitly revealed;
although the hair was not long, it was extremely thick and kinky, and
extended two inches up the insides of each of her muscular arms. Between
her legs, however, Vas sported a positive jungle of thick, wiry,
coal-black pubic hair. The lips of her vagina were densely carpeted with
hair, and a light fuzz spread as far as four inches up the inside of each
thigh. Her pubic hair spread up the rippled, muscular swell of her
abdomen all the way to her navel, which it surrounded, in a thick, wiry
strip well over an inch wide. Finally, the pubic hair dipped generously
into the split of her ass, and Ro could see, by virtue of the spreader bar
having nearly lifted Vas' ass off the bed, that her anus was completely
encircled by the dark fur. The hair continued for two inches up the small
of Vas' back. Strangely, the carpet of hair had left a completely bare
spot at the tender patch of skin right above the anus; her pubic hair
circled and bypassed it, to continue up to a finely sculpted point on the
small of her back. Without exception, all of Vas' pubic hair was matted
with sweat, and clung to her skin like an intimate lover.
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