by L. M. Brown
“Yes,” Farron cried, in response to Delta’s question, as well as Trix’s movements.
“What else do you want?” Delta asked.
“I don’t know. Fuck!”
Delta nipped at his neck. The sharp sting should have hurt, but Farron wanted more. “Would you bare your arse for me?”
Farron nodded. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Do you want to feel my hand on your bare flesh?”
“Fuck! Oh fuck! Delta. Trix. Please.”
Delta continued to whisper in his ear, each promise of pleasure taking Farron to new heights of anticipation. “I want to spank your arse until you come from that alone. I want to tie you up and tease you until you beg for my cock.”
“Please, Delta.”
“I’m going to take the fake cock you bought and fuck you with it while you’re tied to my bed, your arms and legs spread, and your cock caged.”
Farron whimpered and above him Trix groaned as he climaxed, his cream spilling over Farron’s groin and thighs. His own orgasm followed in seconds, though he couldn’t have said whether it was the friction caused by Trix rubbing against him, or Delta’s wicked promises, which finally tipped him over the edge.
Delta climbed off the bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor. “I hate to break this up, but we have to get going soon. Do you mind if I clean up first, while you two are getting your breath back?”
Trix seemed to pull out of his daze and gestured at a door. “Through there.”
“Thanks. Farron, do you still want a ride?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then you can use the bathing facilities after me, we’ll grab something to eat, then be on our way.”
Farron agreed and Delta disappeared through the door.
“Do you want to feed before we leave?” he asked Trix.
Trix grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.” The feline dove onto Farron’s stomach and lapped up the cream Farron had spilt moments before. Within a few minutes Farron’s cock was half hard again. By the time Delta emerged from the bathing chamber, Farron was on his back, thrusting up into Trix’s mouth, his hands in Trix’s fur, as he ensured the feline was adequately fed for the day ahead.
When Trix had finished, Farron gestured for the feline to go wash up first. Afterwards, Farron went to clean and dress himself, ready to leave with Delta. On his return to Trix’s room he found Delta and Trix talking, their voices low. He thought he heard Delta say something about hiring Trix’s services again when he came back this way. A stab of jealousy hit him at the idea of Delta taking pleasure with Trix, especially when he knew that would never be an option for him.
As soon as he returned to Cygon he was to be mated to Sera, and from that day on, he would only know his mate’s touch.
“Are you ready to leave?” Delta asked when he saw Farron in the doorway.
“Yes.” Farron turned to Trix. “Um, thank you?”
Trix laughed and jumped up from the bed. He wrapped his arms around Farron and hugged him tight. “No, thank you. Have a safe trip.”
“I’m sure I will.”
Trix gave him a wry smile. “I’m a little jealous actually.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to be having fun with Delta while I’m wandering around looking for a willing cock to suck.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Delta said. He patted Farron’s arse as he nudged him towards the door.
Farron tried to hide his body’s reaction to the light smack but failed completely.
“We’re definitely going to be exploring this on the way to Cygon,” Delta said.
Farron’s face heated and his heart pounded at the promise in Delta’s tone.
“I’ll walk you out,” Trix said. “I need to get some seeds before I forget.”
“Seeds?” Farron asked.
“To prevent pregnancy,” Delta explained.
“I see.” Farron was glad Trix had the sense to remember such an important thing. His own brain appeared to have been malfunctioning since the moment Trix had taken over the card table the previous evening.
Trix secured his room behind them and led them out of the residential area. “Well, this is where we part company. I need to go this way to the seed dealer. You two carry on straight ahead and you’ll reach the reception desk.”
Farron gave Trix one more peck on the lips. “Goodbye Trix.”
“Look me up again if you’re out this way,” Trix said.
“But I’ll be mated then,” Farron reminded him. “I won’t be able to get an erection for you to feed from.”
Trix shrugged. “You can still come and talk to me, though? Like a friend might?”
Farron smiled and nodded. “Yes, I can do that.”
Delta gave Trix’s arse a squeeze. “And I’m going to be coming back this way soon, when I intend to fuck this arse, so be sure to prepare yourself for it.”
Trix grinned. “I will.”
“I’ll be thinking of you doing it,” Delta teased. “And I intend to watch you pleasure yourself before I fuck you, so make sure you practice with one of those toys I saw in your drawer.”
Farron was getting more and more turned on by Delta’s words. He wondered if maybe the two of them would like an audience if he was ever on the station at the same time as Delta. Not that there was much chance of that happening. Once he was mated his duties on Cygon would increase and there would be little time for trips off-world for pleasure.
They left Trix and headed to their respective rooms to gather their belongings, meeting at the dock a short while later.
“Here she is,” Delta said. “Isn’t she a beauty?”
Farron nodded. “She looks Avian built.”
“She is. I’ve only had her a few months. My last ship was about half the size. It means I can take on larger shipments or multiple ones at a time. Best investment I’ve ever made.”
Farron followed Delta on board, and within what seemed like only minutes they were leaving the Pleasure Station and Trix behind.
“So, you’re about to be mated?” Delta asked, after he’d finished setting their course for Cygon.
“Yes.”
“To a male?”
“Of course. My clan has long since given up on the ridiculous idea of trying to force matings between those who are not sexually compatible.”
“That’s good to hear. Do you know who your mate is going to be?”
“Yes. My mating to Sera has been arranged since my birth.”
“How is that possible?” Delta asked. “Surely you only became sexually aware much later.”
“Yes, I suppose it would be more accurate to say it has been arranged since I became aware of my sexual desires. Had I preferred the female form, then Sera’s older sister would have had the honours.”
“So whether you’re attracted to this Sera is pure chance?”
“He’s most handsome. I don’t think I need to worry about that.”
“It just sounds more like a business transaction than a love match.”
“The joining of our two nests would bring great prosperity to the region, but Sera and I will make a good match, too. We grew up together and were tutored together. We even…”
“Even what?”
“His was the first cock I touched that wasn’t my own. And it was the same for him. We’re best friends and the mating is one we’re both looking forward to.”
“Is Sera a virgin?”
“I don’t know, actually. He was taken off-world for the same tradition as me, but he didn’t talk much about his experience. All I know is that Sera was dropped off on a planet on the far edge of the mapped territories, and it took him a lot of ship-hopping to get home before his deadline.”
“You have some very strange traditions.”
“I could say the same about the canines.”
“Touché. I wonder what Sera would think about your behaviour last night. Do you plan on telling him?”
Farron shook his he
ad.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’d feel uncomfortable, in case he disapproved.”
Delta made a noise that could have meant anything. “How is it the two of you haven’t fucked already?”
“We both agreed not to go any further than a little groping, until our mating night. We have an understanding that if the opportunity arises to experiment then we are free to do so. Once we’re mated we’ll be faithful only to each other. Until then, we’re free to explore as we wish.”
“You’re very young. If you ask me, you’ve not had much time for exploring.”
“Maybe not, but I think I made up for it last night.” Farron gave Delta a wink and delighted in the resulting chuckle from the canine. “And there’s still two weeks until we get to Cygon.”
“I take it you liked my thoughts on how we pass the time?”
“Oh yes.”
“And do you have any additional thoughts on what we might do?”
Farron stood and towered over Delta. “I have lots of ideas, most of which involve exploring just why I have this desire to obey your every word.”
“I think you’ll need my assistance with that.”
“Yes, I will. Just as I’ll need your help in discovering just how many smacks to my bare arse it will take to make me climax.”
Delta gulped visibly and grabbed his cock through his clothes.
“I trust you’re up to the tasks?” Farron teased.
“Oh I think I am,” Delta agreed. “Just let us get out of the high traffic area first and I’ll set the ship to fully automated and devote my attention entirely to you.”
* * * *
Trix tracked down a seed dealer as soon as he had sent Delta and Farron on their way. He wondered whether he should shop around for the best price, but decided against it. Everyone knew that waiting too long before taking the seeds, increased the risk of them not working.
“Can I get some anti-pregnancy seeds?” he asked the elderly female feline. Shymer was too old to get work as a whore any longer, but she had a mate to feed her and made enough from selling her seeds to stay on the station she had lived on for most of her life.
“Species?”
“Er, feline, obviously,” Trix replied.
Shymer rolled her eyes. “Not your species. The species of the male who fucked you.”
“Oh, sorry. Canine and avian.”
Shymer gave him a look of utter annoyance. “Let me make this very clear, so there’s no misunderstanding. Which species fucked you in the vagina?”
Trix glared back at her. “I just told you, canine and avian.”
Shymer shook her head. “Spare me from foolish felines who can’t keep their legs closed.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Shymer opened a drawer and pulled out two bags of seeds. One bag contained seeds with a reddish shine to them, the others were a pale yellow. She pointed to the latter. “These will prevent pregnancies when an avian has been doing the fucking. The others do the same thing when a canine has done it.”
“Fine, I’ll take both.”
Shymer shook her head. “You can’t take them both.”
“Why not?”
“Because it counts as a double dose and can cause severe haemorrhaging and death.”
“Can’t I take half a dose of each?”
“No, because a half dose won’t be strong enough to prevent the pregnancy.”
“But—”
Shymer halted him with a raised hand. “While the actual components of the seeds are too complex for you, think about it this way. Each seed has two parts. Half of it is what prevents the pregnancy, and is species-specific. You need to take a full dose of that half for it to work. The other half is the part that can kill you if you take more than the recommended dose in a seventy-two hour period. Do you see what I mean?”
“I take it you can’t take the pregnancy component away from the other half?”
“No, we can’t.”
“And the seeds have to be taken within a day to prevent pregnancy, yes?”
“Yes.”
“So I can’t take the canine ones now and the avian ones after seventy-two hours?”
“You can, but if the avian has impregnated you, it’ll be too late.”
“What do I do then?”
“You choose which of your customers was most likely to have impregnated you, if either of them did. It’s not definite, though since you’re dual-gendered I’m sure you know as well I do that you’re remarkably fertile.”
Trix dropped into a chair and put his head in his hands. “How am I supposed to pick?”
“Well, think about it logically,” Shymer suggested. “Did one or the other spill their cream inside you?”
“They both did.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. It’s what they paid me for. I just thought I’d grab some seeds and that would be it. I didn’t know there were different sorts.”
Shymer sighed. “Many don’t, because there are a lot of dealers who mix them up or simply can’t tell the difference between one and another. The cheaper the seeds, the more likely they are to be mixed, and if the species is diluted then they’re just an unreliable waste of credits.”
“So how do I pick?”
“Toss a credit?”
“Ha ha.”
“If they were in you at the same time, that’s what I would do. It’s a fifty-fifty chance.”
“They weren’t.”
“Weren’t what?”
“In me together,” Trix clarified. “The canine fucked me first, then the avian a little later.”
Shymer tossed him the bag with the reddish seeds in it. “Chances are the first to fuck you will be the one to have fathered your litter.”
Trix handed over the payment of two hundred credits and took the seeds. He hoped he hadn’t made the wrong choice, but as he swallowed them with a glass of water he admitted it wasn’t as if he had any other options.
* * * *
“Hey Trix.” Val slid into the seat beside him. “So, what happened after you lured away my last two players last night?”
Trix cringed. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realise they were following me.”
“You’re forgiven, even if you did leave me stuck with Brak.”
“Did he make a nuisance of himself for long?”
“No, he went sniffing round a trio of high rollers over on the tumble table. I think he left with one of them, but I wasn’t taking much notice. As long as he isn’t bothering me, he can do what he pleases. Now, how about you make it up to me by giving me all the details about last night?”
“How do you know anything happened at all?”
Val rolled her eyes. “I know the sign of a man who’s been thoroughly fucked. I just want to know which one of them it was.”
“Um, both.”
Val whooped. “Go Trix!”
Trix’s face heated and he ducked his head. “Keep your voice down. I don’t want everyone to know.”
“Why not? It seems to me you were just doing your job.”
“I guess.” Trix shifted in his seat. His arse wasn’t aching too much. Not as much as it would have been had Delta got round to fucking him too. He would have to remember that Delta hadn’t exactly had full value for his credits.
“You guess?”
Trix shrugged. “I don’t know. Last night felt different. Less like a job, I mean.”
Val grinned. “You had fun last night, didn’t you?”
“Yes, is that bad? I mean, they were paying to fuck me, so should I have enjoyed it as much as I did?”
“Don’t you usually enjoy it?”
Trix shrugged. “Mostly I just feed. Or if the customer has paid for something more, I just go along with it and try to make it good for them. I’m a whore, so it’s all about pleasing the one who’s paying me.”
“And last night wasn’t?”
Trix smiled. “No, it was as if they we
re the ones making sure I was satisfied, rather than the other way around.”
“I’m so happy for you.” Val gave him a quick hug and ruffled his fur. “Are you going to see them again?”
Trix snorted. “It wasn’t a courtship.” He thought that was the right human word to use and Val didn’t question it, like she sometimes did when he misused a human term she had introduced him to.
“But?”
“Delta said he would look me up when he comes back this way.”
“And the other one?”
Trix shook his head. “Farron is going home to be mated to another avian. I might see him again, but only to talk. Swan avians are faithful.”
“All of them?” Val sounded dubious.
“Yes, they can’t be unfaithful once they’re mated.”
“You mean literally can’t be?”
“That’s right.”
“Wow, I wish humans had something like that. My ex-husband could certainly do with learning how to keep it in his pants. He was fucking around almost as soon as the honeymoon was over.”
“Honeymoon?” Trix was getting a fair grasp of human phrases, even occasionally using some himself, but this word was a new one for him.
“Kind of a holiday that we take together after making a commitment to each other by getting married… or mated, as you say.”
“Your ex was an idiot,” Trix said.
“I won’t argue with that.”
Trix thought that might be the end of the conversation, but it seemed Val had other ideas.
“Did you make enough for your rent?” Val asked.
“Yes.” Trix frowned at Val’s sly look. “Though I think you already know that, don’t you?”
“I might have talked to Purdi late last night.”
“Purdi should know better than to talk about private transactions.”
Val poked him in the arm. “She knows you’d tell me everything anyway. Did you really give up your virginity to them?”
“I wasn’t exactly a virgin,” Trix pointed out.
“You know what I mean?”
“Yes, I know, and yes, I did.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
Trix smiled and nodded. “Yes. I even had one of those double climaxes.”
