Fineprint Pt. 02: Republic

"What has you so happy, Dennis?" Ursi eyed him curiously, and he realized he was beaming. He quickly composed himself, straightening his spider fur tie and forcing a more casual expression.

"It's nothing, just...I've wanted this for a long time."

"A cabin?"

"In a way. Earth has somewhat of a housing problem, and the job I had made courtship difficult. Even if we don't admit it, what we all want deep down is just to live in a simple home with a loved one. I've never had that before, and I didn't really expect to ever have it."

"It is a little unusual for me too, I am constantly surrounded by aides, guards and...concubines. Borealans do not court the way humans do, two individuals pairing exclusively is uncommon, though not unheard of. Most reproduction takes place in the context of dominance battles, where the losing party is forcibly copulated with in order to spread dominant genes. Mutual relationships where both parties are of equal standing is essentially impossible in our society, though a Borealan might take a liking to one underling above all others."

She scratched her furry chin, thinking as she stared into the fire.

"Humans are odd though, anomalous. We cannot use violence to subdue you, you are too fragile, and so the only option left in order to assert authority is sex. Humans rarely submit, and if they do it is not for long, leaving the relationship between a human and a Borealan in a constant state of limbo, neither can fully assert dominance over the other, though the desire to do so rages as strongly as ever."

She leered at him, like one might eye a tasty treat before partaking.

"Polars are a little more placid than our equatorial cousins, but humans must drive them to fits of lust." She chuckled to herself, obviously imagining one such scene in her head.

"It's true," he confirmed, starting to blush a little as memories of Xhe, Cola and Chaka played in his head, "I've been on the receiving end."

Ursi ruffled his hair with her fuzzy palm.

"Poor creature, though judging by your temperament I doubt you found it entirely unpleasant."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean," he replied indignantly, crossing his arms and shooting her an angry look. He was aware that he was overcompensating, and she surely was too. Her sultry gaze confirmed his suspicion, and she leaned down to whisper in his ear, wrapping him in her arms and pulling him closer.

"You love it when I bite you, I can feel your body relax as it gives in to me."

She pinched his ear in her teeth, as if to prove a point, and he shivered, his face reddening as she dragged her rough tongue across his neck, and smirked.

"You should admit to it, embrace it. It would feel good..."

She released him abruptly, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his pants.

"But no time for that now, come back with me to the longhouse, I am hungry."

He trailed after her, wiping his brow with his sleeve and trying to banish the salacious thoughts that swirled in his mind.

Ursi chewed happily, wolfing down another burger, her supply showing no signs of diminishing. She licked the grease from her fingers, then raised a sheep femur, cracking the bone with her powerful jaws and sucking out the marrow noisily. The aliens had an enormous bite strength, the bones of Earth animals barely slowed them down in their endless pursuit of sustenance. Dennis sat beside her, eating a more modest portion of the jerked moose meat. The light, gossamer fabric that constituted her clothing, immodest at the best of times, was at breaking point. The flesh of her soft, heavy breasts protruded over the straps that strained to hold them aloft, and her ass was becoming more than her clothes could contain, he could practically hear the creak as she moved. Her hips and legs were thick and inviting, just looking at her meaty thighs made him want to press his face between them. On a human, the amount of weight she had put on would be unpleasant, but somehow on Ursi it all went to the right places, Dennis found it hard to complain when the features that so attracted him to her were only growing in size. Perhaps they stored fat differently to humans, maybe it was entirely unintentional, but the signs of her fertility tickled his simian brain in a way that he found ceaselessly distracting.

"You're popping out of your clothes, Ursi," Dennis insisted, waving a piece of jerked moose as he spoke. "I'm telling you, you have to slow down, you can't just eat until you're full on Earth, those extra calories aren't going anywhere. You have to change your habits to suit your new environment."

"Dennis your complaints bore me, your attraction to me is obvious, and at times blatant, such as right now, you are staring at my bust." He reddened and averted his gaze. "I don't mind, in fact I quite enjoy the idea that you are in a constant state of arousal around me, it makes you more...available."

She cracked another bone loudly, picking at her teeth with her claw. The table was littered with the styrofoam containers of the burgers, splintered bone, juice from the cooked meats, and stray flecks of blood. The Borealans were nothing if not messy eaters. It seemed that besides work and sex, feasting was the only interest they really had.

Ursi uncorked a bottle of 'raises the hair', taking a draw of the pink liquid, then gasping happily, wiping her mouth with the back of her furry arm. She hooked it around Dennis' head and pulled him into her bust, pressing his face into the malleable fat of her breasts as they threatened to spill from her clothes.

"What say you, me, and this bottle retreat back to our new residence and see if we cannot break the bed frame that was so carefully crafted for us?"

She knew that he couldn't say no, the question was almost a formality. She grinned at his expression, lifting him from his stool and placing him on the dirt floor of the longhouse. She dropped down heavily to join him, the plastic creaking as her weight left it.

"Despite the low gravity, I find that my shoulders hurt. Perhaps your complaints have some merit, use your agile little fingers and make me feel better."

She tugged him by the hand and led him out of the longhouse, and back to their newly completed cabin.

Dennis sat on the tall bed, and Ursi sat on the floor in front of him, her head still level with his, and he delved his hands into the silky fur and pliant, insulating fat of her shoulders. She shrugged and shivered, enjoying the sensation of his fingers pushing into her flesh and seeking out the muscle beneath. He used his thumbs to press deeper, easing out the knots in her brawn. She groaned, leaning back into him.

"Oh, you're so much better at that than a Borealan, Dennis. No claws to get in the way."

She took a swig of her bottle, and slipped out of the straps that restrained her breasts. They fell weightily, even larger than they had been when he had met her, and Ursi had already been on the bigger end of the spectrum as far as Borealans were concerned.

"Ah, that's better," she sighed, rolling her shoulders and relaxing. It didn't take much to make a Borealan tipsy, and Ursi was getting there quickly, her bottle already half empty.

"It's so strange," she mused, purring contentedly as Dennis moved his hands down her back, tracing the line of her spine and massaging her taut muscles. "I was always so busy on the homeworld, always doing something..." She slurred her words a little, the alcohol getting to her. "But now that everything is done, what is there for me to do?"

"Well you still have to govern your people, probably negotiate with the Russians, meet with the UN representatives eventually."

"It will take months, years for enough of my people to make it to Earth to constitute a real territory, for now we're just a settlement. Everyone knows what to do, they are hardy children of Borealis, they don't need me right now..."

"You're their Queen, their Alpha, they will never stop needing you, Ursi."

She drank again, the pink colored liquid sliding down her throat, was she trying to get drunk?

"Dennis, you will still love me if I grow fat, will you not?" She blurted it abruptly, holding the protruding paunch of her belly in her free hand and gazing down at it miserably.

He brought his hands up to her head and scratched her scalp through her mane of long, snow-white hair, she shuddered and crooned happily, and he realized that he rarely saw the top of her head, she was just too damned tall.

"I'll still love you no matter how old or fat you get, how about that?"

"You don't even know how long we live for," she chuckled, finishing off her bottle and rolling the empty vessel away along the wooden floorboards. "But I will hold you to your promise."

She turned to face him, her massive head moving to nuzzle his neck. He shivered as he felt her cool nose on his skin, then began to blush as her nuzzling became kissing, then gentle biting. Her fluffy palm rose to his cheek, holding him steady as her sharp teeth, which he had seen shatter bone, pressed against his vulnerable throat, gently, tentatively. The rough surface of her tongue scoured him, tasting, teasing as it played over his warming skin.

"Dennis," she whispered, her warm breath blowing over his ear, "you'll entertain me, won't you? You'll keep me from becoming bored?"

She slid her furry hand under his shirt, and ran her fingers down his chest to his belly, the stark contrast of the silky fur and the prickling claws making his gasp. She chuckled under her breath, enjoying his reaction.

"Today I'm feeling...predatory. Will you indulge me?"

Without waiting for an answer she bit his shoulder, just hard enough to make him wince, then licked the red mark apologetically.

"In all the time we have been together, I don't recall ever using my mouth on you, would you like that?" She moved her head lower, her puffy lips an inch away from the bulge that was growing beneath his clothes. She looked up at him with her reflective, blue eyes, smirking and waiting patiently. "You have to ask for it, Dennis."

"Yes, I mean...I want you to..."

"Good boy," she chuckled, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants. His member bounced free, jumping in the air in time with his pounding heart as she breathed warm air on the tip. She moved in slowly, teasing him, and he shuddered as he waited for contact. Finally her soft lips pressed against his glans, lightly planting a kiss on the tip. Dennis flexed and his erection jumped, Ursi chuckled again, a low purring that reverberated through the room, and stroked his balls with her downy hand. Her fine hairs tickled the sensitive skin and he shivered, gasping as she withdrew her hand, watching his reaction with amusement.

"We have a proverb on Borealis, 'you cannot rush an ambush', it means that you must wait for some things to happen, you cannot hasten them."

The tip of her long, rough tongue snaked out of her mouth and coiled around his glans and beneath his foreskin, her warm, viscous saliva coating the tender flesh and dripping wetly to the floor in glistening strings. He bit his lip, the tiny papillae on the surface of her organ raking his head, then she withdrew again, a rope of saliva linking her soft lips to his member. She licked them before her tongue coiled back into her mouth, then gazed at him, examining him as his breath became ragged and his excitement mounted.

Was this some kind of game? A test? He remained stoic, resisting the overwhelming urge to simply grab her by the ears and force his member down her slippery gullet.

He whined as she cradled his balls in her downy hand, squeezing gently, then kissed his shaft, her lips pressing against the side, lingering for a moment as he throbbed hopelessly.

"I will make you a deal, Dennis. If you can hold off long enough, I'll let you come deep in my throat, and I'll hold you there until you're spent. But, if you beg me to stop before I've had my fun, I'll cut you off before you finish."

She leaned in again, taking his shaft in her hand gently, and pressed the surface of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his glans, dragging it slowly, torturously, enjoying the pained groan that escaped his lips as the tiny bumps stimulated him.

"Where are you most sensitive, little human, where are you most vulnerable..?"

She dragged her claws over his inner thigh, leaving red streaks and making him gasp in surprise. She lowered her head between his legs, and he had to cover his mouth with a trembling hand to muffle a cry as her hot, slick tongue curled around his balls and her pouting lips teased the base of his member. The silky fur on her cheeks tickled his legs and he delved his fingers into her hair, gripping her as if it might somehow help.

She crawled her lips up his shaft, planting slow, hot kisses as she moved, then sucked the glans into her mouth, holding it for a moment, gazing up at him with her sapphire eyes and lapping gently at the precum that oozed from the tip.

Dennis covered his burning face with his hands, peeking through his fingers at her as she laughed at him, the vibrations translating into his member. His legs were going numb, her practiced tongue tormented him, it was almost unbearable. His lower lip began to tremble and Ursi eyed him eagerly, expecting a plea of mercy, but he composed himself, biting a finger instead.

She put a hand on his chest, pushing him into a prone position on the bed as his member left her warm mouth to pulse and ache in the comparatively cold air. She lifted her massive breasts, the flesh deforming and spilling over her hands as she raised the weighty globes over his waist. She dropped them heavily, like two bags of sand, the impact was strong enough to hurt his hips and push him deeper into the mattress. She pressed them around his cock, burying it in twin mountains of soft, furry breast meat. They were so large that despite being reasonably well endowed, his member was completely submerged in her bust. Her fat was impossibly soft, and her velvet fur tickled his skin, as she squeezed her mammoth breasts together, the yielding fat gave way to firm tissue.

"You are always looking at them, you think I don't notice, but I do. Do you really like them so much? Have you wanted to do this for a long time?"

She began to raise them, struggling to find a grip in the supple flesh, then dropped them back down heavily, keeping his shaft squashed between them. The sheer size of her bust made it a little awkward and clumsy, but Ursi was grinning, enjoying herself and the effect she was having on Dennis. His precum and her thick saliva matted her silky fur, and he bucked and writhed as the warm, soft, and now wet cleavage enveloped him. She found a rhythm, sliding her breasts up and down his shaft, the impact nearly bruising his hips as she let her heavy breasts fall. It was not as intense as the cruel barbs of her feline tongue, but she was entirely right, he 'did' like them, her heavy bosom was always a distraction to him, now moreso that it had started to spill from her clothing like so much bread rising from a pan. She lifted her breasts again, her downy, damp fur teasing his glans, then dropped them, looking up at him with her reflective, blue eyes and smirking as his eyelids fluttered. He thrusted instinctively, driving his member deeper in search of further stimulation, and noticing his reflexive bucking she slowed and held her breasts steady, allowing him to fuck them.

"Does it feel good, rutting in my cleavage?" She laughed at him, watching him wryly as he writhed hopelessly, her eyes low and sultry. Her tongue left her mouth to wet her lips, savoring his contortions and desperate gasps.

"Do you give in?"

He shook his head, his lips pursed tightly as he tried to hold on.

"Oh very well, I guess you have proven yourself. Here is your reward."

She released him from her bosom, and without giving him a moment of reprieve, slammed her head down on his erect member. Her lips slid over his head and down his shaft, pressing against the base and driving his sore, throbbing cock deep into her slippery throat. The strong muscles of her gullet pressed around him, squeezing and massaging his most sensitive zone, while her hot, slimy tongue coiled along his length, slipping past her lower lip to tease his balls. Thick globs of her warm saliva slipped from her mouth as she drooled over him, leaking into his pubic hair. She held him, her hot throat spasming as it accommodated the foreign object, contracting and twitching around it as she suppressed her instinct to gag and eject him. Her tongue snaked back into her mouth, painting the tip of his cock with saliva, the rough surface tormenting every centimeter of his glans, and he pushed his palms into his eyes as the stimulation clawed at his nerves like burning irons. Ursi was a massive creature, with immense lung capacity, and she held him there as he writhed and groaned until long after a human would have passed out. She moaned softly as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the vibrations rumbling in her throat and her muscles flexing around him as if trying to drag him deeper. Finally she withdrew, sliding back up his shaft and wrapping her soft lips around the tip, holding his tender glans in her mouth and licking gently as her viscous saliva rolled down the length of his member in thick ropes, pooling on his belly and drenching his groin.

Before he could catch his breath she slammed her head down again, his cock jamming against the back of her throat, the surface of her tongue grazing the underside of his penis almost painfully. She withdrew again, slowly, crawling her puffy lips up his length while tickling him with the tip of her organ, gazing up at him gleefully. She circled the tip, wrapping her slimy, warm tongue around his glans and he whined, gripping the sheets with his hands, knuckles white as she pleasured him, vigorous and unforgiving.

She increased her pace, bobbing her head up and down on his erection, sucking and gurgling obscenely as she took him deep in her throat, lubricated by her thick drool, her deft tongue wringing him, trying to ease out his emission.

"Come ih my mouf," she commanded, her voice muffled as she tried to talk around his erection, her tongue and throat stimulating him as she spoke, and a string of saliva escaping from her shiny lips. She held his slick shaft in her warm hand, gripping it tightly, beginning to pump as she closed her lips around the tip.

She tortured him with her textured, slippery tongue, sucking eagerly as she milked him with her firm hand, and he felt his climax rising inside him. He arched his back, loosing an anguished moan, and exploded in her waiting jaws, thick jets of his semen hitting the back of her mouth and sliding down her throat. She wrung him with her hand, matching pace with his spasms and drawing out every last drop. Flares of pleasure burned in his brain, searing his neurons and making stars dance before his firmly shut eyes as she stroked him, her gullet contracting and tugging at him, swallowing the ropes of his emission as they came. It wasn't abating, the intense waves that rolled over him being drawn out by the nimble attentions of her tongue and her ruthless grip on his shaft. Ursi held him until he was spent, watching him with a smarmy expression as he twitched, euphoric afterglow flooding his body.

She made a point to swallow heavily when he glanced down at her through his haze of post-coital bliss, licking her lips as she watched his face burn with embarrassment. She smirked, and rose to her feet, crawling up onto the bed and on top of Dennis. Her fat breasts hung, swaying gently as she moved. She leaned down towards him, the heavy boobs resting on his torso, and mouthed his neck, pricking his skin with her sharp teeth. He smelled himself on her breath, and it sent a twinge of residual pleasure through his now diminishing member.