Elise Olisbos (c) 2014 | email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend. Don't post this anywhere else or for profit. Feedback is more than welcome. Check the codes for story content. ------------------------------ Title: Planetwide - Another Serving Author: Elise Olisbos Keywords/Codes: alien, futanari Summary: A waitress's order turns out to be more. Notes: Written for Prompt #47 (Do You Want Fries with That) for the weekly writing challenge on the Hentai-Foundry writing forums. **Another Serving** The female taking the order of a meal from Kijirety was interesting, if not particularly attractive: tall, for a human, with a plump bust, thick waist and wide hips. She had dark skin and eyes, with short curly hair barely held in place with pins. There was a small scar underneath her right eye and the lobe of her left ear was replaced by a small silver prosthetic. "The cow-meat," Kijirety told her, shortly. She shifted on the hard surface of the bench. "And a pitcher of good brew." "Sure." The female nodded, gazing briefly at the laser-blade strapped to Kijirety's back. "Do you want fries with that?" Kijirety scowled at her, not comprehending the query. Humans were, in Kijirety's opinion, prone to nonsense. "Fries," the female repeated, showing her teeth in what Kijirety understood to be a sign of amusement. "Sliced up fried potatoes, you know?" "Just the meat. And the brew." Kijirety enunciated each word carefully. This particular human dialect was light and soft on the palate, annoying to the wide mouth and long tongue of the average Chivung. "Very well, my lady," the female said with a dip of her head, and Kijirety restrained herself from spitting derisively on the dull floor of the currently empty establishment. Most humans made that silly mistake, calling a Chivung 'madame', or 'lady', or 'mistress'. It was true that most Chivung of the major sects resembled a human female, but quite larger and broader in body; Kijirety was simply tired of being assigned those titles without being asked. Oddly enough, the pronouns weren't too bad. Kijirety didn't mind being thought of in terms of 'she' or 'her', but there were some times, when she decided to cut off the long coil of hair which grew right in the middle of her mostly bald head, that humans said 'him' and 'he', and that was fine as well. The female returned in an admirably quick time, setting down the platter of charred meat and the pitcher of light yellow brew. Kijirety narrowed her eyes at the heap of wedge-shaped things set close to the meat. "Fries, jhushu," the female said, with another show of teeth. "Try them." Mollified by the correct use of the word which indicated her sect in Chivung society, Kijirety reached out with two of her clawed fingers and picked up one of the wedges. She brought it to her face and inspected it before placing it in her mouth, behind the row of sharp teeth. Chewing carefully, she wrinkled her nose. "Acceptable," Kijirety said and when the female flashed her teeth again, Kijirety showed hers as well, but in a threatening manner. "Leave me." "Do you want anything else?" The female asked, ignoring Kijirety's intimidatory display. Kijirety just stared up at her for a few moments. Then, cautiously, she opened the inner olfactory filters and got a whiff of the human's desire. Interesting. "Is this offer as good as the fries?" Kijirety popped another one in her mouth; they were actually quite good. The human's dark gaze trailed up and down Kijirety's muscular arms and legs. "You'll have to tell me," she finally said and that amused sickle of teeth glinted white again. +++ The human called herself 'Saffron'. "After the colour," Saffron said, leading Kijirety around the back of the eating establishment and up a set of creaking stairs. "It's like yellow." The concept of colour was a strange one to the Chivung. "What does yellow smell like?" Kijirety asked as she followed the human down a corridor and into a small but neatly kept room. Saffron glanced around, and then bent to pick up a large cloth from the mattress lying on the floor, holding it out. Kijirety sniffed at it; so, this yellow was a dry, warm, airy scent. She watched as Saffron removed the loose skirt and sleeveless top she wore, folding them and placing them on the floor, before stretching out on the mattress. Saffron went up on her elbows, and then moved one hand to play with the hair-covered lips of her pussy. "Come on, jhushu," Saffron said, rubbing her dark fingers slowly through the damp folds of her cunt. Kijirety carefully removed her blade and its sheath, placing them nearby shelf, then unfastened the many ties of her robe, trousers and undergarments. After a few moments, she too was nude; Kijirety was also more aroused than she thought she would have been, for her member was slipping out of its genital pouch with eager rapidity, jutting out from between her muscular legs. Knob-like protrusions were set all along the thickening length, and they each had slits already oozing thick, almost greasy fluid. From the shipwide biological lessons, Kijirety was aware that her fat, long member was shaped very much like that of a human male's, except for those dribbling bumps and the nearly flat head which lacked an aperture. Kijirety could scent her own fertility, and knew that if she was copulating with another Chivung in heat, they would both be successfully bred. Saffron smelled like a Chivung in estrous, but Kijirety doubted that she would be able to impregnate a human. Kijirety knelt between the human's long legs, and pushed into her without any ceremony. Saffron gasped, tensing around the slick pole invading her softly clinging insides, the nodes rippling against her flesh. Her palms flew up to rest on Kijirety's chest, fingers rubbing the four massive rubbery nipples set atop the two muscular tits. Kjirety hummed at the pleasurable sensation of the human's smaller hands on her tits. Her channel was tight and hot around Kijirety's ramming prick, and the fluid flowed more freely out the thick bumps, dripping onto the mattress as Saffron planted her feet on the bed and thrust up. Their groins rubbed against each other rhythmically, the bony swellings which surrounded Kijirety's genital pouch rubbing against the soft, curly hair on Saffron's puffy mound. Saffron moaned, "Fuck me, lizard." Kijirety dug her feet and knees into the mattress, her three-clawed hands gripping the top-edge over Saffron's head, and pounded so frantically. until the human's squeals bounced off the hard walls. Kijirety had seen examples of what humans called lizards, and she supposed that there was some resemblance to a Chivung, in terms of the shape of the head and the scaly skin. A lizard, however, didn't have the intricate patterns on its skin, the visual indication of sect. It was meant to be a pejorative term, but Saffron's tone gave no affront; still, Kjirety punished the writhing body beneath hers. The punishment was more than welcome, because Saffron was incoherent, sweat beading on her single-nippled tits as they bounced wildly on her chest. Saffron let out one loud screech and arched up, her body trembling. Her pussywalls constricted Kijirety's pulsing rod, but the Chivung kept going for quite a few beats more, not slowing the brutal pace. Saffron groaned weakly, a line of drool escaping from one side of her mouth as Kijirety withdrew her member completely, thin threads of glistening fluid bridging between the weeping slits and Saffron's gaping hole. Then, she thrust back into the human and held there, hips jerking harshly as her juicies geysered out from the many slits of her breeding shaft. She pulled out from the human, bending close to her cunt to gaze with some interest at her fluids oozing out from Saffron's puffy gash. Their mixed scents was actually quite satisfactory. Saffon lay there in a pile of loose satiation as Kijirety arose and gathered up her clothing. The Chivung acknowledged the disappointed pang at not having the penetration reciprocated, as it would be with another of her kind, but Saffron was only human. "Hey, wait." Kijirety turned around, her claws still caught up in trying to smooth out the knots of her clothing. Saffron, her crotch still gleaming with Kijirety's splooge, was sitting up and holding a contraption which was styled after a fully aroused Chivung shaft...complete with the dribbling bulges. "Jhushu, this is an extra serving," Saffron said, and affixed the contraption, lifting her hips to adjust the straps. She wriggled a little and sighed as she pushed one thick end of it into herself, a slight ridge around the lower third of the shaft preventing it from slipping in farther than a certain point. The other end curved up invitingly, and Kijirety hummed in lusty approval. Her own pole had receded and she flung her garb on the shelf right over her blade, kneeling back on the mattress and crawling over the human. "Well, I would be impolite to refuse this offer," Kijirety said, as she sank down onto the big prick. As fake as it was, it slid into her chute nicely, pressing briefly against the flat head of her hidden pole. She let out a long, pleased hiss at the sensation. Saffron's grin was big as she pulled at each of Kijirety's nipples, lifting up to take one into her mouth. It began to ooze as if Saffron was any Chivung child latching on for sustenance, and the others joined in eagerly, dripping clear liquid onto the human's neck, skin and hair. Kijirety rolled unto her back, talking Saffron with her, urging her to thrust as she gripped Saffron's bottom with her hands. She was careful not to let her claws dig in; the mattress already had holes in it from their previous round. "Harder," Kjirety hissed and Saffron complied, the head of her imitation fuckstick ramming right into the head of the Chivung's retracted member, spreading waves of pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain around Kijirety's body. She could feel the walls of her insides flush and swell, craving the explosion of fertile seed from the dripping nodes. There was no eruption, but the bliss had infused every scale on Kijirety's skin and she let out an orgiastic hum that vibrated around the room. When she came back to her senses, she was flat on her back and Saffron was using the yellow-smelling cloth to wipe their bodies clean. Hungry again, the Chivung quietly said, "This jhushu Kijirety would welcome more of the fries." Saffron glanced up, and from the soft look on her face, Kijirety saw that she understood what the sharing of a name meant to a Chivung. "Sure," she said, smiling her silly human's smile. "And a pitcher of good brew." ------------------------------ email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend.