by S M Matthews
Obviously less concerned for the plants than I am. I’ll let them worry about that, they are in charge of the station after all.
I stop for a split second and listen; I take a hard left, hopefully leaving the bushes at an odd angle to where they would have expected.
I sprint for it again; my calves are already aching and my throat is burning from dragging air into my overtaxed lungs. I’ll be paying for this tomorrow.
I hear them again, making noise as they close in on me. I start to think one of them is getting close, really close, but in the dim light I can’t tell. Their camouflage has evolved for this, and their uniforms are dark.
I spot a flash of white to my right and I know they’ve caught me. Even from that split-second glance, I know it’s Titus; he’s taken off the top half of his uniform at some point and tied it round his waist. I start to turn and look even as I run, expecting Titus to launch himself at me. He doesn’t have to. Someone appears in front of me, and I yelp loudly as I am grabbed and lifted against a very broad and very solid chest.
He lets me slide back down as he gently lets me go and takes a step back to examine me. I look around for the others; I was flanked without even noticing. Acer and Titus have come up right behind me and I didn’t hear them, moving like the silent predators that they are. I’m still working to try and bring my breathing back under control; theirs is hardly any different from normal. Their ears are all totally pricked; their tails completely still apart from sleight twitches right at the tips. Their pupils are so big the only colour left is a thin band of orange gold, just highlighting the black slits.
I don’t know what they are thinking, and we stand like this for long enough that I start to cool.
I notice some chalk has rubbed off on the front of Micka’s uniform.
Acer touches my hair, and I turn on the spot to face him. He runs his claws through it again; fascinated. None of them have bothered with the ribbon I realise. At least, none of them are obviously holding it.
Micka grips my hips from behind, his thumbs rubbing circles at the small of my back. Acer speaks, startling me. He orders the computer to turn off surveillance on this area of Hydroponics. They all have to give their security codes to do it.
I hadn’t even thought about it. I’m glad they have though.
Micka bends behind me and grips my ankles, rubbing from there right back up to my hips again, lifting the skirt of my dress as he goes. He hooks his thumbs over the waist band of my leggings and slowly draws them down. Acer takes both of my hands as Micka lifts first one foot and then the other to slide my leggings and shoes off. I wiggle my toes on the soft, clover like plants. I hear Micka’s zip behind me, and I pull my hands free from Acer’s so that I can undress him, too. Titus is already half stripped, and I internally curse my lack of hands. I need three pairs of hands to keep up!
Acer leans into me, and presses his face into my neck so I have to lift my head. I put my arms around his shoulders whilst he licks and nips at my neck. He holds me tightly around the waist, but I feel him sidestep slightly away. My head’s thrown back, my eyes are closed, the attention he’s giving my neck feels incredible on its own. I realise why he’s turned to the side, someone's inserted themselves into the gap, kneeling at my feet, they lift my leg by the ankle and hook it over their shoulder. He’s fiddling with the front, shorter part of the skirt so that it falls out of the way over my lifted thigh.
I just about hear Titus as he quietly says, “you look beautiful.” Acer is still nipping every inch of my neck, and it keeps distracting me away from what I can feel of Titus. I’m only vaguely aware of his warm breath on my exposed pussy.
Until he licks my clit, then that overrides everything and I groan. He licks again, gently working my clit with the tip of his tongue. I bury my hands into Acer’s mane for something to hold onto. My hips trying desperately to twist further toward Titus, to open myself to him even more. He takes the invitation and licks lower. Giving me one long swipe from my opening to right over my clit.
He gently unhooks my thigh from over his shoulder, and I pull away from Acer to look down at him and frown, frustrated. He grins at me from his kneeling position, and I realise he’s naked. Both erections standing very straight from the juncture of his muscled thighs. It’s so hot I have to stand and look for a minute, my mouth open. Something knocks against my leg and I look back, it’s Micka, he’s started to gather my skirts up out of the way as he sits on the floor behind me.
“Bend your knees, I’m going to lift you,” Acer whispers to me. Even though we’re in a public place, the seclusion and the dimness makes it feel like our own secret little world. Other than the rumbling coming from the three of them, it’s totally silent. I do as I’m told and bend them as he grips me firmly by the waist and lifts me. I realise the intention as I’m being lowered. Micka has the long part of my skirt and as I’m lowered he lies back to accommodate me. I’m facing his legs and I look back over my shoulder, he’s laid back with my long, chalked skirts trailing over his chest.
I look down, I’m straddling him at his lower stomach, and his cocks are erect in front of me.
I reach down and stroke the upper one nearest to me, and am rewarded when Micka lets out a little noise behind me, his hands coming to rest on my hips.
Still having the dress on makes this feel even more naughty.
Acer takes a step forward, planting one foot either side of Micka’s right leg. At the same time, Acer scooches forward, still kneeling, next to Micka’s left leg.
I bite my lip, looking around to take the three of them in. They are all look...so pleased with themselves. I stroke at Micka’s cocks, both of them, and he growls and his knees bend a little. I lift myself and ‘walk’ forward on my knees. I grip the upper cock to guide it to my entrance and Micka helps by lifting me a little by the hips. The tip of his cock finds my wet entrance and as I slide myself slowly down onto it I gently pull his lower cock out of the way. Every one of his ridges stimulates my entrance as they pass, and I try to lower myself as slowly as possible to drag it out. Once I’m seated I take a moment to grind down onto Micka, taking his cock as far as I can. I lift just as slowly, letting go of the lower cock so it naturally comes back to rest against me. As I lift the ridges from that cock just catch my clit, rubbing and stimulating my pussy lips as I work myself slowly back down on Micka’s cock. Once I’ve started a slow, shallow rhythm I look to the others. They are watching me, fascinated. Both of them are half-heartedly, almost distractedly, stroking at their own erections.
Micka’s second cock is causing the short front of my skirt to lift, and they can’t seem to tear their gaze away. I lift it for them to see, and I hear their rumbles get louder with appreciation. I drop it again and reach for Titus, he’s sat back on his haunches, but as soon as I reach for his cock he sits up to kneeling. I reach out to stroke both; he lifts one leg and full on straddles over Micka’s thigh to be as close to me as he can get. I gently stroke both cocks, still slowly riding Micka. I look over my shoulder; Micka’s head is relaxed on the ground, his eyes tight shut, his jaw hanging slack. I continue my slow rhythm, his grip on my hips hasn’t changed and he’s guiding me gently. I can feel the wetness between my legs spreading, his second cock becoming slick with it as it slides through my folds and the ridges hit against my clit. I concentrate again on what my hands are doing, gently working Titus’ cocks.
I look up, Acer’s watching the whole thing through half lidded eyes, he’s using both hands now, he’s keeping a slow but steady rhythm.
I focus back on Titus, slowly exploring his ridges with my fingertips before I grip both of his cocks again. I work in a slow rhythm, enjoying his reactions as he growls. He’s looking down, watching my hands on his cock’s, and he can’t seem to help but thrust into my hands, his abs visibly tight under that bright velvet fur.
I’m enthralled, watching Titus get lost to what I’m doing to him. I feel my nipples rubbing against the fabric of my dress. I can’t help but buck a
little erratically against Micka. He grips my hips a little tighter and he starts to move faster. I can feel the heat of an orgasm starting, my thighs going tight as I try to move even quicker on Micka’s cocks. Wanting more pressure I let go of Titus to lift my skirt again, pressing Micka’s cock against my slit. Rolling my hips into that second cock as I start to feel the unfurling of my orgasm. Titus reaches forward and tweaks my nipples firmly though my dress, rolling them. It’s a lightning strike to my pussy and it clenches on Micka’s cock. I hear Micka growl loudly, gripping my hips so fiercely I can feel tiny pinpricks of his claws. He holds me still and thrusts up into me, his thrusting is rapid and he growls again, his hot cum pulsing inside me and coating my hand and upper thighs. My orgasm still causing my pussy to ripple on his cock as he cums. He slows, lowering me gently back to rest on my knees, I feel his cock slide out of me. He sits up and hugs me from behind, nuzzling the side of my neck and giving a satisfied sounding rumble.
Titus is massaging my breasts, catching my peaked nipples through the fabric. I sit for a moment, catching my breath and enjoying Titus’s attention.
As much as I’m loving the dress it’s got to go. I start to pull it off, as soon as they realise what I’m doing, Titus and Micka help.
As soon as I am nude Titus is leaning forward to lathe my nipples with his slightly rough tongue, I bury my fingers in his mane and close my eyes. He takes one of my breasts into his mouth, and I am so aware of the hard bars of his fangs.
I sigh, pushing him back. He happily obliges and I crawl after him, pushing him back into the clover. I’m only vaguely aware of the movement going on behind me.
I kneel between Titus’s thighs, hoping that I’m brave enough to do what I want to do. I take a deep breath and lean down to his cocks. I brace myself on one hand and take his upper cock in the other, gently tilting it a little more out of the way.
I take the head of his lower cock into my mouth, experimentally taking a little more before I create a little suction and pull back, allowing it to pop out of my mouth again. I explore him, turning my head to be able to investigate the ridges with my tongue. I hear his rumbling get a little lower and it encourages me; I’m on the right track with this.
I lick one low stroke from where his cocks emerge from his fur, right up to the tip, before taking it into my mouth again. I feel a pair of hands rubbing at my bottom, and I have to really concentrate on what I’m doing with Titus. The hands slide down my legs and gently part them. I allow myself to be moved, going with the flow.
I keep massaging the head of Titus’s top cock with one hand whilst just sucking the tip of the lower. Alternately sucking and swirling my tongue around the head.
One of his hands gently creeps into my hair and sits on the back of my head, not pressing, but in my peripheral vision I see his knees bend around me.
I slow my rhythm, having to concentrate again, I can feel Acer settling in closer to my behind and then pressing the head of a cock against my slit. I can feel the tickle of his fur on my thighs, and the pressure as he slides his cock upwards. He finds my opening and then more pressure there before the head of his cock breaches me. Titus’ cock pops out of my mouth as I gasp. I carry on working his top cock with my hand, concentrating on holding position as Acer slowly slides into me. I feel his other cock rub smoothly along my pussy lips as he presses forward until he’s seated as deep as he can. He holds it there for a moment, and then slowly withdraws. He starts a slow rhythm, and I am able to take Titus’s lower cock back into my mouth. Trying to find my own rhythm now that works with the slight sway of Acer’s thrusting. I can feel my breasts swaying with it.
I’m aware of little pin pricks on my scalp as Titus flexes his hand in my hair. Acer slides one hand down off my hip and reaches under me, pinning his other cock into my folds, fucking them. The ridges press onto my clit and I am climbing again, another orgasm brewing hotly between my thighs as Acer thrusts. I can’t help but moaning, my mouth still full of Titus cock. His answering growl is immediate, and it challenges me. I start to take him a little deeper and faster, sucking him whilst rubbing that other cock at the same time. His claws prickle my scalp again before his hand slides to my shoulder to lift me away. I’m only vaguely aware of Titus saying my name as a warning.
I feel so incredibly wanton, I’m caught up in it; I take it as a challenge and it just makes me firmly keep my rhythm. Titus tries to say my name again but only gets half of it out before it devolves into groaning growl. I hold the head of his cock in my mouth as he cums, swallowing as best I can. He’s jerking with erratic little thrusts and I try to stay with him, I’m only vaguely aware of his other cock jerking in my hand. I swallow again and let go, giving the head of Titus’ cock one final lick. His other cock has covered his white fur with glistening strings of cum, and him sitting there dazed and panting is unbelievably hot.
Acer leans forward now, running his free hand up my back to grip my shoulder, other hand still pressing his cock into my channel and against my swollen clit. Every bump sends a new wave of pleasure through me and my pussy is clenching erratically. I grip Titus’s thighs as Acer thrusts harder. I’m moaning now, my breasts swaying, Acer’s thrusting becoming erratic. My hips try to curl as my pussy clenches a final time, I feel wetness seep from me as my orgasm explodes through me. It’s all I can do to hold on to Titus. Waves of pleasure make my toes curl and my hips lift again, thrusting back onto Acer of their own accord. Acer growls loudly and gives erratic quick thrusts. I can feel his cum splattering against my stomach and then his other cock pulsing inside me. He grips me tightly as his movements slow, eventually letting go of his cock as I feel them both slide away from me.
I want nothing more than to just flop over, but Acer sits me back on my haunches. Micka’s dressed and appears to slide my dress back over my head before scooping me up in his arms, flicking the long back of my skirt over my legs so that I’m ‘decent’. I’m vaguely aware of them talking as Acer and Titus get dressed; they reinstate the surveillance.
I’m so tired.
Acer has my shoes in his hand and my leggings thrown over his shoulder; I notice the random smudges of chalk on all three of them.
Micka looks down at me, “Ready to go home?”
I nod and snuggle against his chest. I definitely am.
EPILOGUE
A Ta’Naw ship. Some weeks ago.
“We are going to head straight to their Homeworld? The Centre of their controlled space? The Void will crush us for this stupidity, we will not get anywhere near it.”
“Plot the course, and we shall see, we only need to be close enough to alert the station.”
The green folds of its face...if you want to call it that...undulate as it thinks. “You want it to be confiscated. The females have not forgotten, but they are bound by their own laws. If their ‘High Council’ has its way, they will be put down before they achieve anything.”
“I have all the samples I could ever need from this one; the code was still the most complete. They have been accepting them freely, openly, the trader scum confirmed it with their eagerness. Their females are ashamed of what the males did, they hide the truth from their own people. It makes them weak to the same attack again. We are few...but we may yet take them with us.”
