From: albrecht@kd.qd.se (Albrecht)
Subject: Fur: Strange Bedfellows (M/F, M/M)
Date: Sun, 05 Jan 1997 23:46:00 GMT
Organization: Q.D. Karlstad AB

                          Strange Bedfellows sub-Two
                                      by
                                 Robert Poole

        Being one of only four humans on board a wrulinng starliner
has its advantages; I mean, besides the company perks, there's always
the security of knowing that I'll get laid sooner or later, if only
because one of the others is looking for variety.  Hell, being
bisexual, I had something to offer everyone, and it wasn't as though
we were in great risk of swapping diseases among ourselves, isolated
as we were from the rest of humanity, and innoculated against any
possible latent disease.  I guess my interest in sex with the others
just started flagging, mainly because of the lack of variety; it
wasn't just that they were the same old faces and bodies over and over
again, it was the fact that the very sexual acts we performed were the
same, without fail.  It was as though the others were afraid of trying
anything new whatsoever.  I guess you could say I got disgusted with
them.
        
   You can imagine my chagrin when, last month, our main drive coils
burned out about a day out from Dunkirk Station, and we didn't have
enough fuel left to get back to station within safety margins.  It was
going to be a week before they could get a tug to pull us back in, and
longer still for the repairs to be effected, so most of the crew wound
up being holed up in quarters with little to do except routine
maintenance.

       Life support and food supplies were optimal, and I knew what
most of the others planned on doing for the duration, but there was no
way in hell they were going to get me to participate, no way.  I was
planning on curling up with a good book or two and just reading, with
maybe a break for some much needed exercise.

        I guess it was the second day of my self-enforced celibacy
that things started going wrong; I don't mean personal problems
started cropping up, I mean major systems of the ship started failing.
I had to help repair one of the air filters, in a section of the ship
without gravity; I was working with a quilaan woman, a junior engineer
on the ship and a capable astrogator as well.  Quilaan are feline
humanoids, somewhat shorter than humans, and much more muscular.  Like
Terran cats, they have retractable claws and fur; unlike Terran cats,
they're biped, and have opposable thumbs, so all in all, they fit the
human body plan pretty closely.  This one had gold fur with gray
stripes, which I thought was rather beautiful, and I guess you could
say I found her attractive in general, though in an odd sort of way.
(I think it might have something to do with my penchant for muscular
women.)

        "You must be the new human boy," she said, looking me over as
I joined her in the ventilation shaft.

        "Uh, yeah, Ken Holden."

        She nodded curtly.  "Hlithspats Juun, Ni.  Let's get to work
on this, shall we?"

        "Uh, sure."  The filter was really a complicated affair; there
were several levels of activated carbon slabs, and there were
electrostatic plates perpendicular to the slabs and sandwiched between
them to deionize the air passing through.  One of the slabs had its
porous plastic lining torn, and little particles of activated carbon
were streaming out of it.  I was wearing eye gear, fortunately, and
had a strong handhold.  I began moving toward the slab, and about
three handholds into that little endeavor, I contacted a hot plate.

        "Sheeeit!"

        "Yeah?"

        "Looks like the carbon's not the only thing we have to worry
about. Insulator denatured on the other side."

        "Oh, good.  Just what we need."  She edged toward me.  "Think
we can still do the repairs ourselves?"

        "Ummm..."  As I said this, my goggles began slipping off my
face; the straps were loose, and I had my head tilted in such a way
that the air currents did the rest.  Mistake number one.  I let go of
the handhold to catch my goggles.  Mistake number two.  Floating
freely, and being pushed along by air currents, I tumbled into a piece
of equipment I could not identify (blinded as I was by the "soot") and
smacked my head hard. I managed to grab its edges before I slid away
down the shaft.  I think I blacked out for a minute, then I felt
something furry brush my cheek.  I grabbed at it with my left hand; it
took me a moment to realize it was Hlithspats' tail.  I climbed it
against the air current, until I reached her hips.  I was embarrassed
when I realized I was firmly grasping her buttocks, one cheek in each
hand, and she wasn't telling me to let go.

        I somehow got my arms around her waist and clung there, still
hurting tremendously and still blind for all intents and purposes.
"How are you doing?" she asked.

        "Head hurts like hell."

        "Mmmm-hmmmm."  She plucked my arms from around her waist and,
one-handed, maneuvered me, ostensibly to survey the damage.  "Just
bruised badly, a little cut.  I don't think you had enough delta-vee
to get a concussion.  Let me tend your wounds in my cabin."

        Of course, I should have realized, even if the "in my cabin"
part hadn't tipped me off, that "let me tend your wounds" is a come-on
for a race of hunters and carnivores.  I was too much of a wreck to
say anything except, "All right, you lead the way."

        Back in her cabin, Hlithspats flushed my eyes with a
squeeze-bottle of water.  Then she applied a tincture and a small
adhesive bandage to my cut.  "You know," she began casually, "there's
only one quilaan man on board this ship."

        "Uh, really?"

        "Yes," she said as she began to examine my shoulder, her
breath hot on my neck.  "And I must share him with my sisters."

        I laughed nervously.  "Um, you meant that figuratively,
right?"

        She shook her head, her mane flying out about her head.  "No,
all the quilaan women on the crew are my biological sisters; we all
have the same mother."  She paused to give me a devastating look, her
pupils contracting to dagger-like slits and her ears laid back.  "Is
it fair that I have to share one man with the rest of my kin?"

        "I -- I don't know."

        "Well, it's not."  She began to unzip the front of her
coveralls. "It's a waste of my womanhood, to spend all my time waiting
for one man, and then never being satisfied because he's only one
man."  She unzipped her coveralls the rest of the way.  "I'll bet
you've never mated outside your species before."

        "N-no," I stammered.

        Her coveralls dropped to the floor; I had only guessed at what
kind of alien beauty was hidden by them.  She had four breasts, each
smaller than the human average, but all perfect, with ripe red nipples
so achingly familiar in their appearance.  Above her vulva, there was
a fleshy scarlet mound peeking out beneath a tuft of fur longer than
quilaan normal.  Probably the equivalent of pubic hair, I thought.
What the mound was, I had no idea.  She began to breathe faster.  "Now
is my season, and I have no one to satisfy me!  Feel how I burn."  She
strode toward me and grabbed my hand, placing it against her mound; it
felt hot,  the flesh puffy and swollen.  "Satisfy me," she growled.

        I hastened to fulfill her needs.  I moved to kiss her,
wondering how a kiss would feel because of her cleft upper lip, but
she put a finger on my lips.  "We don't share that custom with humans.
Our foreplay is more direct."

        I nodded, and took off my coveralls.  She reached down and
grasped my penis, which was already enlarging.  "Ah, just as big as I
had hoped for, and unsheathed!"  She began stroking it, and I moved my
hand to her mound, then underneath it to titillate her nether lips.
"Owmmmf."

        "Is that what you like?"

        "Move your fingers up, under the mound.  You'll feel a little
nub there, under the fold of flesh.  There!  Ahhhh."  I guessed that
this was the quilaan equivalent of a clitoris, and I stroked it
harder, hoping I could elicit a favorable response from her.  She
lifted one leg off the ground and placed her foot on my thigh, claws
out.  "That's very good." I tried sliding one finger, then another
into her waiting vagina.  Her vulva lips tightened around my fingers
at first, amazingly strong, barring entry.  Then she relaxed them
slowly.  "You're impatient.  That might ruin our lovemaking."

        "I want to please you," I said, and I think I actually meant
it. She squeezed my penis harder, then let go of it.  She pushed my
hand away from her vulva reluctantly.

        "Do humans engage in oral foreplay?"

        "Most of the ones I know do."

        She nodded and sank to her knees, enveloping my penis with a
moist heat that was exquisite; her saliva was thicker than what I
expected, and the wonderful viscosity heightened my pleasure.  She
stopped for a moment and looked up, arching her whiskers at me (a kind
of smiling gesture, I assumed).  "It's so smooth!"

        "Your tongue is so rough..."

        She growled deep in her throat and returned to her task.  When
I began to gasp, she stopped.  "Perhaps we should go to the bed?"  She
gestured to the large, bowl-shaped bed in the corner of the room.  I
nodded and we climbed in, arranging the cushions and blankets to make
us comfortable.  She got me to lie squarely in the center of the bed,
then lowered her crotch over my face, tantalizing me with the sweet,
musky odor of her strange womanhood.  Meanwhile, she grasped my penis
with her prehensile tail and began stroking it, her soft fur creating
wonderful sensations.  I snaked my tongue out and tasted her essence,
more brackish that what I was accustomed to, but not unpleasant.  She
tightened her vulva lips again and caught my tongue, laughing as she
did so.  Then she relaxed.  "Move it more around the outside, and
concentrate on the little nub you found earlier."  She slowed the pace
of her tail working my penis, knowing I would come too soon if she
didn't.

        "Is this good?"

        "Better.  Mrrrrrrow...  Yes, suck on the edges!  Unghhh."  I
ran my tongue around the insides of the lips, making them twitch and
contract involuntarily.  She begam to purr softly.  "I think I'm quite
ready for a change of pace now."  She moved her body away, then
repositioned herself on all fours.  "Would you like to mount me from
behind?  I can promise you won't fall out."  She raised her tail
invitingly.

        I moved to comply, with her hand to guide me in; she then
clamped her vagina firmly around my penis, making movement difficult
but heightening the pleasurable friction.  I reached underneath, down
to her belly, then curled my fingers under her mound to stimulate her
clitoris.

        "Ooh!  Not a novice, are you?"

        "No."  I began to thrust harder, until finally I could take it
no longer.  I gasped, cried out, and came in several delicious waves.
She must have felt my climax, because she relaxed and allowed me to
exit.

        "I told you you were too impatient.  I'm still not sated."

        I brought her around and cradled her in my arms, then moved my
face to nuzzle her breasts.  While stroking her womanhood with my
hand, I began to suck her nipples, each in turn, savoring their
velvety texture.  A thin trickle of fluid came from one.  "Are you a
kitten that you need a mother's nourishment?" she teased.

        "Mmmm-hmmmm."

        She began to purr again, louder this time.  Then she, too,
began to gasp as my fingers working within her began to have their
desired effect; she tried to push my hand away, to prolong the
buildup, but I wanted her to lose control, and finally, she did, her
walls pulsing in contraction after contraction.

                                     # # #

        I was absolutely exhausted the next day; I managed to make up
some kind of excuse to avoid going back to working on the air filters.
I went to the med center to get checked by the ship's physician, just
to be sure there was nothing wrong with me; she was a liptath, a very
human-like marsupial with almost no hair at all, and very charming.
Her name was K!Krenth, or something close to that.  I was her only
scheduled patient for the day, so she recommended that we go to the
recreation deck for a nice game of chess to relax with.  I was game,
so to speak.

        She played a mean game of blitz chess; I only won one out of
six games.  After the chess, we talked about general ship's gossip.
Somehow the topic of conversation came back to me.  "I hear you had an
encounter with Hlithspats, Ken.  Did you both enjoy it?"

        "Hmmm?  Oh, yes, I certainly enjoyed it, and since you heard
about it, I guess she did also.  I didn't expect it to be that good."

        "I see.  You know, I've been meaning to do a study on
interspecies sexual relations since I joined up with this company.
This ship is the perfect opportunity to do such a study.  But I
haven't collected much -- first hand data, I guess you could say."

        I began to get the feeling that I was being set up.  "I take
it you'd want to do a little, ah, personal research?"

        "In a manner of speaking.  I'd like to observe some
interspecies sexual interaction -- strictly for research, of course.
I've set up a special room where observations could be made..."

        "Oh."  I don't know why, but somehow I was disappointed.  I
was almost hoping for more personal involvement with K!Krenth.  Then a
strange idea suddenly took hold in my mind.  "Could I see this room? I
mean, so that I can see whether the illusion of privacy is
maintained."

        "Of course!  Follow me."  We walked around the rim of the ship
from the rec center, to a section near medical.  That made
sense;K!Krenth wouldn't want people to have much of a chance of
tapping into video cables carrying sensitive stuff like this!  She
opened the door, and I followed her in.  Inside the dimly lit room,
there were a variety of cushioned chairs, padded parallel bars, and on
the floor, a large black futon strewn with black throw cushions.  I
noticed that this room was one of the ones with a null-grav option.

        "You must've converted this from one of the micro-gyms."

        "Oh, yes.  In a sense, it's simply a different kind of
gymnasium now."  We laughed together.  I was standing nearer the door
and began to push it closed.  K!Krenth noticed and stopped laughing,
looking suddenly very nervous.  "Well, I think I should get back to my
office..."

        "Are you afraid of me?  I mean, you're planning on using
me..."

        K!Krenth fidgeted.  "I -- I'm afraid you'll hurt me."

        "I'm usually very gentle."

        "That's not what Hlithspats said."  She laughed nervously.
"You don't realize that there are certain... anatomical problems with
some possible pairings."

        "I think you'll have to reacquaint me with some basic
biology."

        K!Krenth frowned.  I thought I had lost it.  Then she shrugged
out of her coveralls in one impossibly fluid motion.  Her chest was
flatter than mine; she didn't have any external nipples, but that
wasn't surprising, since they had to be inside her marsupial pouch.
What surprised me was the size of her...  femininity.  I mean, it was
so small!  I would have been surprised if I could work my index finger
inside, and my fingers are skinny.  "You see?"

        "Yes, I see."  I thought for a minute.  There was no reason we
couldn't do anything together.  "What about oral sex?"

        "You're kidding."

        "Try me."

        "But you'd never be fulfilled!"

        "You can reciprocate, can't you?"

        "Well, yes, of course, but..."

        "That's fulfillment enough."  I moved to strip off my clothes,
too.  Soon, the futon was being put to good use.  As was my tongue,
and little finger.  ("Sorry, my pinky only has so much stamina.")
Though we couldn't copulate, I felt as though this was one of the
kinkiest experiences I've ever had.

                                     # # #

        We had installed a voice-only intercom in the copulatorium, as
I had dubbed the room K!Krenth had furnished for her study.  She
buzzed me.

   "Yeah?  Who do I have today?"

        "Ken, the captain is going to be there any minute."  K!Krenth
   paused dramatically.  "Her consort is going to be with her."

        "Oh, Jesus."

        Right on schedule, the captain entered, her mate following
closely behind.  They were wrulinng; they looked like someone's
demented anthropomorphization of chipmunks, except...

        Well, they have six limbs, four of which are legs.  And the
females have eight tits.  And they don't usually wear clothes, which
makes it kind of hard not to stare when you're in the room with one of
their females.  Or one of their males.

        You see, there are a couple of other aspects of them that are
either extremely sexy or extremely amusing.  One is the fact that the
males are somewhat overendowed.  The other is the fact that both
genders have two sets of copulatory organs.

        How the hell was I going to pull this off?

        The captain strode forward, very dignified and centaur-like.
She was larger than I was, so naturally I felt intimidated.  "So,
you're the human stud who's been bedding my crew."

        "Uh, yes, ma'am."

        "I'll bet you think you're hot shit, screwing all my best
hands."

        "Yes, ma'am."

        "Shut up!  I hate a wiseass."  She paused.  "Boy, I don't know
whether to space you for not letting me have officer's privilege, or
to reward you for boosting crew morale."

        "Privilege...?  Morale...?"

        "Don't play stupid, son."  She licked one of her clawed
fingers. "Look, you want to set things right?  I'm more than willing
to listen to an apology."  I was trying to avoid a monster tit which
was jiggling uncomfortably close to my chest.

        Her mate had come around to my side, and he spoke directly
into my right ear.  His large round ears were laid back.  "Look, if
you give her what she wants, you might get out of this alive.  I'll
try to distract her as much as possible."

        In a near whisper, I asked, "What the hell interest do you
have in my survival?"

        "I hear you swing both ways."

        I said nothing.  Instead, I unzipped and shrugged out of my
 coveralls.  The captain's consort surreptitiously slid his left hand
down my back to touch my ass; I jumped, wondering how long he had had
his eye on me.  (How the hell was I going to deal with him, after I
was done with her?)  The captain hit the null-grav switch, and we
caromed into the padded walls as I tried to escape a potentially
crushing six-limbed embrace.  The captain, facing me, cornered me and
began to impale herself on my involuntary erection.  This enabled her
to clasp me with her forward pair of legs.  "Vinli!" she called after
her consort, "Help me out!"  He bounced off the far wall and expertly
judged his trajectory so that he could mount her from behind, entering
her other orifice.

        I suddenly realized that the wrulinng must have sex face to
face, just like humans, for their unusual copulatory setup to work.
That could only mean that one pair of legs was unnecessary for
walking, at least part of the time.  Christ, these suckers were huge!
I weakly tried to thrust against the captain's body, meanwhile trying
to keep from smothering against her uppermost pair of breasts.  No
luck; she seized the back of my head with her (surprisingly) sharp
clawed hand and pressed my face against one of them.  I managed to get
my lips around one nipple, rather long and meant for nursing, and
began to suck, feeling like a child (or maybe a child's rag doll).

        Apparently, Vinli blew his load; at least he had another
"cannon" to put to work, so I had to switch places with him.  He
guided me gently into a reasonably comfortable position, and I held on
for dear life with my hands, thrusting from behind while he
repositioned to take the "missionary" position.  The captain looked
back and said, sneeringly,  "Don't get lost around the rim."

        Well, I tried not to get lost.  The viscosity was different,
but the warm wetness surrounding me was still a familiar one.  I began
to get into it, with longer strokes, and an occasional short,
staggered stroke. Vinli kept up his business, exactly how I have no
idea.  The captain began crying out, yelping and chittering in some
language which was probably way beyond my range of hearing.  In
English, she urged me on. "Faster, boy, you've got to pump faster!"  I
tried harder; the friction was bringing me close to an orgasm, but I
was afraid that if I quit too soon, I might be bullied into a repeat
performance, which I would not enjoy.  (It wasn't the body that turned
me off, honestly, it was the attitude.)

        Suddenly, some very intense contractions started around my
shaft; I guessed the captain was having her orgasm.  I thanked
whatever deity was responsible and drove home, trying to prolong her
pleasure as much as possible.

        "That's it, you little human shit, keep it up, yes, yeeeeeees,
oh, oh, oh, eeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaagh!"  The captain, who had braced
herself with one hand on a handhold and had kept us all from tumbling
around, let  go; in fact, her whole body went limp.  We careened into
a section of the room which, wouldn't you know it, had a cushion torn
off.  Ouch.  Of course, I didn't feel much of the pain once I was
unconscious.

                                     # # #

        When I got out of the med center, Hlithspats visited me in my
room.

        "I'm so sorry the captain treated you so poorly."

        "Yeah, so am I."

        "She didn't impair your... ah, sexual functions, did she?"

        "Oh, no.  Vinli made sure she didn't drain me too dry.  I
suspect part of his motivations were selfish."  He actually was kind
of gentle with me, I thought.  "I suppose I could get it up, but
you'll have to be on top; I cracked a couple ribs."

        She shucked off her clothes sensuously and gingerly removed
mine, pausing to ask every once in a while if I was all right.  "Oh,
look, he's all big and hard, now!"  She licked the underside of my
shaft, saw my expression, and decided the direct approach was the
best.  She climbed on top and began a slow, rhythmic undulation, up
and down, around in a circle, forward and back.  She did splits, for
Christ's sake, and went down on me that way.  I guess we were pretty
intent on the sex, because neither of us noted when her mate walked
into my room.

        The large, burly quilaan man picked Hlithspats up off of me
and roughly threw her aside.  "So, you're the usurper, this `Ken'
everyone's talking about on the ship.  You're not so tough, from the
looks of those bandages."  He suddenly noticed my erection, still
glistening wet from Hlithspats' attentions, and he laid his ears flat.
Looking away, he said, "The least you could do is cover up that...  I
mean, with my woman's..."

        "If it's your woman's love juice on my prick, maybe you should
lick it off."  I winced at my choice of tough-isms, but I didn't have
time to calculate their effect precisely.

        He whirled on me in a rage, forgetting his prior
embarrassment. "You son of a bitch, I should..."  At that point, I
grabbed for his crotch from a sitting position on my bed.  He stared
down at my hand, mortified.  I was squeezing his testicles, and I
could feel his penis growing rigid within its sheath.

        "Looks like you're not so tough yourself."

        Hlithspats got up from the floor and placed a hand carefully
on his shoulder, claws in.  "M'lord, leave Ken alone.  He's hurt no
one."

        Hlithspats' mate looked terribly confused; I was enjoying
watching him wrestle with his forbidden desires, probably long held in
check. "Well," I said, "it looks like he can't decide whether to go or
stay. Let's make his mind up for him, shall we?"  Before either of
them could react, I unzipped his coveralls and slid them down.  I met
with no resistance.

        "M'lord!" Hlithspats cried, "You don't need to do this if you
don't want to."

        "No, I, ah, don't know..."

        I put my hands on his hips.  "Hmmm, now what do we have here?"
His penis was just beginning to poke out of its protective sheath, and
I did my best to try to tease it out.  Flexibility was a problem, but
not insurmountable.  Stroking his shaft, I gauged his maximum
extensibility and how far I could angle his penis outward.  I began to
suck on his penis, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.  I had
to stop twice, because the penis spines on his glans were cutting into
my cheeks and tongue.  I looked up at his face, which was a mask of
conflicting emotions.  "Good?"

        "N-no... I mean yes!  I mean..."  His tail slashed back and
forth like a scythe.  I had to play this thing just right.  His green
eyes were wide with shock; they shone like perfect emeralds.

        "Sit down on the bed."  I looked over where Hlithspats stood,
shocked to her core.  "You, too."

        Both of them were numbed; I guess Hlithspats had no idea, and
her mate didn't expect me to react to his threats with a come-on.  I
pushed him down on the bed, and continued my fellatio; Hlithspats took
the initiative of working on my penis, and her mate began to perform
cunnilingus on her.  (Hey, it was a big bed!)  I broke our triangle
briefly to ask him a question.  "What's your name, anyway?"

        "Mmmm," he said, dazed.  "Yoshu.  Lord Yoshu.  Mmmm.  Spacing
clan."

        I nodded.  "You ever have sex with a man before, Yoshu?"

        He shook his head, the curls of his mane spilling out
deliciously around his head.  "Gods, no.  I thought it would really
sicken me, too, but..."

        "You're very handsome."  I went back to ministering to his
needs. Hlithspats stopped what she was doing and gave me a shocked
look, which I ignored.  Taking the initiative, Yoshu decided to try a
little reciprocation.

        "Let me try," he said to her.  Yoshu grasped my penis
awkwardly, nearly ripping it out by the root, then began stroking it,
hesitantly.

        I stopped what I was doing for a moment.  "You don't have to
do what I think you're thinking of doing."

        He said nothing, but opened his mouth and took my organ
inside, swirling his rough tongue experimentally around the shaft and
the head. I groaned, and he seemed pleased with himself.  He began to
suck, but his mouth was a little too tight, and his sharp teeth began
raking into my flesh.

        "Relax your jaw a little, or you're going to cut my prick to
ribbons."

        He complied, which satisfied me.  I began alternating my
attention between his testicles and his organ, trying to draw out his
pleasure.

   Hlithspats had taken to masturbating by herself, not a participant
but probably acting the voyeur.  I could tell Yoshu was close, and I
decided to finish him up.  Sensing this, he began to thrust into my
mouth, which at first wasn't unpleasant, but eventually became
painful, owing to the penis spines.  They bruised my cheeks, and
actually made them bleed; my tongue took similar punishment.  (The
spines could only have been maybe a millimeter long each, but they
were sharp, and they pointed the wrong way.)  At least Yoshu was
careful not to damage me with his teeth.  He began to gasp as he
neared his completion, and stopped sucking; he gripped my penis with
one hand and jerked on it spasmodically.

        In what must have seemed choreographed to an outsider, we came
together.  I allowed him to come inside my mouth, partially because I
wanted to maintain the feeling of a woman's vagina.  His semen was
bitter, kind of like the taste of Potassium Chloride salt substitute.
I swallowed.  I looked down as I exploded in Yoshu's face; he laughed
out loud, he was so surprised by my ejaculation.  He tentatively
licked up some of my semen, probably just to see what it tasted like.
He looked at me and arched his whiskers, smiling.  "That was really
good."

        "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

        "Yes..."

        "What about me?" Hlithspats wailed.  We looked at her, then at
each other, and somehow came to a silent agreement on who would do
what with whom.  Somehow, I knew this was going to be a great menage a
trois. Now and forever.

        (Don't you just love happy endings?)

        And, oh, yeah, there's that date with Vinli next week...


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