by S M Matthews
I allow my weight to rest onto Pate’s shoulder, and feel his nose press into my pubic hair, he takes a breath so deep and purposeful it’s just...well...naughty.
Then that rough tongue flicks out over my clit and I do have to grasp Abner harder to stop my knees from buckling. Abner moves his hands down and grips me by the hips.
I can feel one of...Tark’s? hands around my left ankle, the leg still standing, and just as Pate licks again he drags his teeth across my ass cheek. It’s overwhelming, I feel like their hands are everywhere, and what they are each doing to me is blowing my mind, all the signals trying to override each other for priority in my brain. I can’t focus on any one thing, and shortly after stop trying and just let it wash over me. Pate curls his tongue and, oh so slowly, fucks my opening with it. My nipples are becoming borderline painful from Abner’s rough tongue, but it just highlights the pleasure all the more. My pussy is clenching on Pate’s tongue, and just as I think I’m going to have to beg him to touch my clit, he pulls out and licks me from my opening right to the top of my slit. He licks at me with his tongue wide and flat, and I nearly lose my balance again when Tark shoves his head between my legs from behind, forcing them apart even further. He fucks my opening the same way pate has, meanwhile Pate has started to rapidly lick at my clit. Everything tenses so drastically I feel like I might snap, the orgasm wells up and washes over me, and the noises that come out of me are almost feral. I am much louder than the guys combined purring. My legs have gone to jelly, and I realise I probably haven't been holding my own weight for some time now. Abner’s stood upright, and is leaning over to just support me. Pate still has his tongue on my slit, but is gently working around my clit for the moment. Tark has pulled back, and is instead using his knuckle to rub moisture from my weeping opening to my back hole. He very gently probes there with his knuckle, and I am too jelly-like to even tense up.
Pate’s questing tongue is already moving back to giving my clit attention, and Tark is alternately wickedly fucking my opening for a few thrusts, and then dragging his knuckle to my back hole, pressing slightly further in each time.
I find my hands are exploring Abner’s fur, and I slide my hands down to his erections. I start to gently explore them, it’s another distraction from Tark’s questing fingers, and watching Abner go slack-jawed and clearly get into what my hands are doing between us ratchets me up again.
His head lolls back and he lets out a groan, it’s such an erotic image that my hips thrust into Pate’s face of their own accord, shamelessly grinding on him.
I’m getting close again already, and my hands on Abner’s cocks become more erratic. He pulls my hands away. Pate pulls away too, sliding my thigh off his shoulder, and griping my hips to guide me down onto his lower cock. He moves me easily; and I move to hug him, hooking my legs back over his thighs, and reaching between us to press his upper cock away even as I feel the head of the lower one breaching me. He spreads his thighs to hold me there, with just the head of his cock notched in my opening, and leans me back, away from his body a little.
I can feel Tark’s hands on my ass cheeks and I know what we are waiting for. I have a moment of worry but, although we have never discussed it, a big part of me wants to try this; they are quite clearly on board.
Tark has spent a while making sure I’m as ready as I can be, and I feel the head of his lower cock press wetly against my back hole, he presses forward, and I feel it pop through the ring of muscle there. He inches ever so slowly forward, and I clearly feel every ridge as it passes my opening. I can feel the head and ridges of his other cock rubbing on my ass and then up my back as he works his way forward. I start to think that I must be full, there can be no more, but Pate fully distracts me by shifting his thighs and sinking me further onto his cock. Both Pate and Tark let out a loud, growling groan. Pate has put his head back, and I look up at Abner, staring down at us. Both Tark and Pate are sitting still for a moment, and I am glad for the moment to adjust, I have never felt so full in all my life.
There is nothing for me to compare this feeling to.
I lean out slightly sideways intending to pull Abner closer but the movement shifts both Tark and Pate inside me, and all three of us groan, distracted by my movement. I try again, and I am expecting it this time, I lean more towards Abner, tugging him by his leg fur, he comes and stands next to us and his eyes go so wide when he realises what I’m doing.
“By the void...Maisy...”
He gasps out, and I am aware of Tark and Pate watching the show I’m putting on, sucking and licking and Abner’s bottom cock, one hand on Pate’s shoulder to steady myself, the other on Abner’s thigh. He’s holding his top cock out of the way and working it slowly, watching me enjoy his bottom cock, sucking the head and letting it pop out of my mouth again, exploring the ridges with my tongue. Pate starts to gently thrust into me, and I’m holding Abner’s cock in my mouth as I moan, making him groan in turn. Tark is only giving the gentlest of movements behind me, “This is so tight...” he whispers next to me, and I can feel his knuckles rubbing against the small of my back as he works his top cock, the claws of his free hand rubbing against my ribs, and then sliding up to grasp my left breast.
My right hand slides up off Pate’s shoulder, working into his mane as he uses my hips to partly lift me, his thrusting becoming more erratic. I can feel his top cock running through my folds, every ridge a lightning strike on my already sensitive clit. I feel the cock inside my pussy filling me, pleasuring me as those ridges tease my pussy with every thrust. Tark’s cock filling my back hole, making me feel so incredibly full, the ridges of his cock naughty, and so darkly satisfying.
I am aware of my orgasm sparking from my clit, my whole body clenching as my thighs go tight and my lower belly fills with the heat of it. I slide my hand up from Abner’s thigh to his lower cock, pumping erratically and moaning my orgasm loudly.
“Maisy I’m going to come,” he warns me but I don’t release him, I bring him back to my mouth and I swallow as much as I can, the rest I allow to splash my chest, the cum from Abner’s other cock I feel hitting my shoulder.
The sight of him coming pushes me over the edge, and my orgasm takes me over. I release Abner and hold onto Pate’s shoulders as his thrusting becomes more erratic, the growling louder.
It is all consuming, I feel my whole body is full and I feel every muscle has tensed. It’s so powerful I have to close my eyes against it, quite literally seeing stars explode against my vision as I almost drown under the crashing wave of my orgasm.
I feel as much as hear Tark’s growls against my skin as his hot cum splatters against my back, his thrusting stops as I feel his cock throbbing inside me. The space so tight I feel every pulse distinctly.
Pate’s grip becomes even more firm on me, and his head slides under my chin and turns so he can grip my throat, my head goes back naturally, totally trusting him. His hot breaths pant against my throat and I feel his cum hit my stomach, his other cock filling my pussy with it.
Pate gives my throat a few long licks before releasing me, and we all sit there, silent, sticky and breathless for what could have been a minute or an hour, before Abner breaks the spell by staggering off to the bathroom. I hear the water, and Pate stands without releasing me – we are all very much in need of a bath.
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The following day, the guys take me to some central government facility to prove my intelligence. My language file has already been provided to anyone who may need it, which is super handy, and incredibly impressive really when you think about it. We had been told that this would be as simple as a conversation. Apparently though, this was actually part one of two, and I’d be here for a couple of hours today. We had been directed to a waiting room with rows of chairs, we were the only ones there.
We sit silently, and I can’t help but think about yesterday – I am sore, but it’s a satisfied kind of tender. My body is very aware of what was done to it.
I could do without the h
ard waiting room chairs though. Abner and Tark fidget a little and I grin, I know they can smell me, and I know I’m making myself at least a little aroused. I wonder if it’s making them think about the same thing as me.
A male in a white coat comes in and gets me, I nearly laugh, he’s carrying his portable computer thingy like you would a clip board. The more time I spend with these people, the more I wonder if this stuff is just the same everywhere.
I have a minor initial panic when I had to leave the guys in the waiting room, but they were quick to say they were not going anywhere and would just wait there for me.
Science Cat does not introduce himself, but leads me to a room with a table and a chair, and some boxes in it. That’s all.
I do eventually notice a little doohickey up on one wall, and assume this is being recorded.
He indicates me to the side of the table with the chair, and he goes to the other and lifts one of the boxes.
He starts by producing a couple of children’s toys, I have to match the right shape to the right hole, match the colours, and then stack the doughnuts in size order on the stand. Then I sit in the chair and give the cat man the eye. He chuffs and twists one ear.
He’s done that a few times now, either it’s a habit thing or...he’s listening.
He’s got an earpiece or something, I think. Someone’s watching. His brothers maybe? From what I have seen of their society, that makes sense to me.
He produces the next thing, it’s a set of balls, and when he finally speaks, he sounds almost apologetic.
“Can you demonstrate and explain how planets could move in relation to a star.”
I ponder this for a minute, I’m distrustful of this situation and my Lizard brain is insisting there’s a giant conspiracy. Maybe they think you’ll present your home solar system and invade!
I don’t think it’s that though.
I choose the biggest ball and call it a star, then name my planets very unimaginatively as one two and three, there’s a tennis ball sized one so planet 2 gets a moon. Maybe that’ll score me extra points, my mental voice is very sarcastic.
I give the best explanation I can, pointing at the balls I’ve arranged on the table. I get no feedback; they just go back in the box when I think I’m done.
The third box produces more kids puzzles.
The fourth box spins me right out. It’s full of body parts. They must have produced them specifically for this, and are made of a sort of spongy foam. He unfolds a paper from the box, almost the length of the table, printed on it is the rough outline of a person, and asks me to arrange the pieces appropriately. I judge the paper as being very low tech considering what I have seen so far, and have to shush the sarcastic mental voice again.
I think I’m starting to understand that this isn’t about just sentience any more, they are trying to judge how far ‘along’ we are as a species by my personal level of education.
I think that’s a shit idea.
Only the major organs are represented, so I think I do a fair job. I briefly contemplate putting the brain on a foot, but dismiss my sarcastic voice. Again.
It’s also a bit of a guess if I got the liver on the right side though, but hey, maybe they should be asking if I finished my education or not.
Next I am asked to provide an impromptu demonstration of the water cycle with what appears to be some children's toys.
I jump through a few more hoops, and by the time we’ve finished the last box I think I’ve probably been there about an hour.
Science Cat says “Thank you for your time,” and leads me back to the waiting room.
We make our way back to the house and I sink into the seat in the transport. Even though everything that just happened was so simple, I feel physically and mentally drained. I had built that up to be such a huge deal in my head, but it now feels like it had been nothing really. My stomach growls, reminding me I’d been too worried for breakfast, and we pick up takeaway on the way home.
Fast food! On an alien planet! I don’t think even these simple things will ever cease to amaze me.
How could this ever get old? They look like they’ve ordered the whole menu so I can try a bit of everything, and the transport is filled with bags and boxes.
It starts to rain before we get back, and we make a dash for the front door. It’s a freezing cold downpour and we get soaked through in the few seconds we are out in it.
We all strip off in the hall, dumping our clothes on the floor, and Abner produces some blankets and we wrap ourselves up and eat our takeaway on the floor in front of the great glass doors that look out to the back garden. The rain is really something else, it’s so heavy all the plants in the garden are bending with it, and I can hardly see the large bushy plants at the far end of the garden.
None of us have spoken, I realise. We all just went with it, no one particularly leading, and I wonder if we all just had the same thought, that this would be nice.
Abner slides one of the doors open a tiny fraction, so we can hear the rain more clearly.
“Crikey, how heavy’s that rain?” I ask the room at large.
“I imagine it weighs the same anywhere,” Abner answers absently, and I dissolve into snorting laughter.
Tark picks up after us, taking the rubbish away, Abner gets up too, and comes back with a tray of drinks. I’ve not tried this one before and it’s the closest I’ve come to a hot chocolate yet, and it’s heavenly.
“You spoil us, Abner. Thankyou.” Pate says.
“Yeah,” adds Tark, “Where in the void did you get this?”
“You are not the only one who trawls the markets you know,” Abner grins at him.
“I think I’ve finally got it; this is what Maisy smells like, this and the rain.”
“Nah, she smells like the kitchen in the winter when mum’s baking.” They look at each other over the top of my head.
Tark starts to speak but Abner cut’s him off, “Don’t even think it, it’s not that, otherwise we’d all be smelling the same thing. Pate, what do you get?”
He thinks about it for a minute, and looks reluctant to share, but the other two are watching him with bated breath and he finally speaks, “You know the edge of the wood, right at the end of spring, in the evenings...” They both nod, as if they know exactly what he’s talking about.
“It gets so much stronger when she’s about to-”
I splutter my drink into my cup and Tark pats my back “Can you not? I am right here you know! And what are you all on about, I’m not a wine or a perfume or something.”
“It’s a genetics thing, some females smell much more appealing than others, simply because the mix of strengths in DNA would more likely produce better cubs, the more appealing the smell, the more compatible you would be. They did a study on it. It likely made a huge difference to breeding during the course of our evolution. It isn’t really a recognised anything now though. It’s irrelevant.” Tark’s gone into doctor mode.
“So your sense of smell is so good, you can literally smell genetics?”
“No, but it’s not that even that much to do with a good sense of smell, we can’t actually smell your genetic code or anything, it’s to do with the hormones and stuff a female produces anyway. And although it is a smell...it’s the feeling that the smell produces which makes it so...well...it’s something you’d never get bored of, put it like that. Some brother packs will say their female smells amazing to them, quite literally irresistible, some are indifferent to the idea. They all smell the same thing though, and it’s to do with breeding too, so...it’s probably not that.”
“You’re all different though, so why wouldn’t you smell different things?”
Tark’s brows crease and his ears flick down and up again, “That makes a huge amount of sense, actually.”
“Doesn’t work for the breeding part though does it?” Asks Abner.
Tark agrees that it doesn’t “...but you have to admit that it’s a lot stronger when she’s fertile.
”
I find myself feeling somewhat sad about that. I try not to pick at it but it’s hard to ignore that, underneath feeling a bit sad that I’ll never have any kids, I feel really inadequate.
I quietly take myself off to bed to wallow, and no one tries to follow. I think the sense of smell helps, but they can be really intuitive sometimes.
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We have to go back to the same building on that second day, and sit together waiting in that same waiting room.
A different cat man summons me this time, and he’s wearing a uniform. It’s hard to tell because, you know, aliens, but it sort of looks like military crossed with space suit. The guys have to wait in the waiting room again, but the new guy announced “This will not take long,” so ominously that I just got up and went.
I’m led to a slightly bigger room, there's a table with a uniformed brother pack sat on the other side facing me, and when I turn I see the other guy didn’t follow me in, he just shut the door again after me. There’s a single hard looking, very utilitarian chair in the middle of the room, so I perch on it. I feel like they are three headmasters, and I’m in the shit.
They are dragging it out a bit, inspecting me, and I do my best to do long slow breaths, I do not want to be nervous enough that they can smell it. They have probably the darkest ear fur I’ve seen yet. With the Dads I sort of felt like eventually I’d get to know them well enough to pick them apart, these three looks like absolute carbon copies of each other. They even hold themselves the same, and now I’m looking for it, I think there’s some grooming going on, their ear fluffs and cheek fur so exact that it must have been shaped or trimmed or something. I wonder if they dye them, maybe that’s a thing.
Eventually, the middle on speaks. “Human Maisy, we are the judges tasked with deeming the intelligence, or lack thereof, of Humans.”
