Hot Kofe

Initially, her heavy breasts pressed against his back, spreading and deforming like putty. But as she squeezed him tighter, they slid around his shoulders to engulf his upper body completely. It was like being wrapped in a wet fur coat, her cleavage so deep and encompassing that her squashy flesh could very nearly meet around his chest. They weighed so much that it was almost uncomfortable, the twin globes of fat resting only a little of their weight on his shoulders, but it was enough to make him feel like his spine was telescoping. How on Earth did she walk around with these things? They would have broken the back of an average woman.

Her warmth began to cook him, her coat so thick and deep that his hands sank up to the wrist in her sodden fur. The copious meat of her bust insulated him, trapping the heat and making him sweat even more, their contact slippery and wet. He sat there in silence for a few moments, sandwiched between her breasts, his arms trapped at his sides by what felt like the weight of two people.

"See?" Kofe whispered, Miller feeling her warm breath on his neck. "You're not dying, are you? You didn't explode when you touched me."

His muscles were like coiled springs, his body so tense that he was like a stone statue in her lap, afraid to move lest he touch something that he shouldn't.

"Relax," she breathed, blowing strands of his hair as she chuckled. "You're so tense. Maybe I should give you a back rub rather than the other way around."

She seemed intent on keeping him trapped until he calmed down, and gradually his tension began to melt away. Her vast body was undeniably comfortable and relaxing, he felt like he was resting against a furry waterbed, his body sinking into her inhumanly soft flesh. He began to grow accustomed to the sensation of having her fur against his skin, the weight of her breasts pressing down on him, her flowery scent all around him. It was what she wanted, after all, this was all her idea. Hell, knowing Kofe, she had probably meticulously planned this moment days ago.

The Polar loosened her grip when she sensed that he was calming down, leaning back against the bench behind her. If she had been like an armchair, now she was a recliner, Miller lying on top of her and letting his head rest on the cushy pillow of her bust. They stayed that way for a few minutes, Miller enjoying the new seating arrangements and letting the heat of the sauna wash over him.

"Alright, time to get up," Kofe commanded. She took him in her hands and deposited him on the bench beside her, leaning forward to pour another ladle-full of water onto the hot stones. A plume of steam rose into the air, Kofe taking in a deep breath contentedly.

When she leaned back again, she felt Miller's hands on her shoulders, and she turned her head to get a look at him. He had climbed up onto the second row of benches, sitting with his legs crossed, as the span of her shoulders was actually too wide for her to sit between them.

"What made you change your mind?" Kofe asked, teasing him.

Miller began to knead, feigning reluctance as he pushed his thumbs into her flesh. Even her back and shoulders had a layer of insulating fat, his fingers sinking almost up to the knuckle. Her coat only added to its depth, puffed up due to the humidity, but no less soft. Beneath her blubber was hard muscle, but he really had to dig to find it. Just as her strength suggested, if he was to peel away all of her fat, she would probably have resembled the Equatorial that had passed by them in the hallway. It took a great deal of strength to move this kind of weight around with as much ease as she did.

He would never have admitted it to her, but she was an incredibly touchable creature. Her fur was as soft as silk, clearly very carefully maintained, while her fat layer made her irresistibly squishy. She was like a giant, ambulatory teddy bear.

Kofe sighed appreciatively, leaning back against the bench, her long hair falling across his lap. As he massaged her back, his eyes were drawn to her ears, level with his face now that he was sitting a tier above her. They looked like the ears that one might find on a bear or a lion, small and round, covered in fluffy hairs. They moved independently of one another, flicking and twitching occasionally.

He reached out a tentative hand and gripped one of them, rolling it between his fingers as he examined it. It was fairly thin beneath the puffy fur, like that of a domestic cat. Kofe loosed a rumbling sound, and he pulled back, fearing that it was an angry growl. Instead, he realized that she was purring. It was deep and resonating, just like a big cat. He returned his hand to her ear and stroked it experimentally, feeling her body shift beneath him as she enjoyed the sensation. He grew bolder, scratching behind her ears as one would with a pet, watching as her long tail waved back and forth on the bench like a furry anaconda.

"Ooh, keep that up," she groaned. "See, this is what I'm talking about. Borealans can't do that, our claws are too sharp."

"You're cats, right? Can't you retract them?"

"Retract them? Like up into our fingers? No, we can't do that. And we're not cats, that's just convergent evolution. I've heard humans comparing us to all kinds of feline animals that developed on your planet. Panthers, tigers, lions. Who knows, with enough time, maybe those animals would have evolved to resemble Borealans one day."

"Well you look like cats to me..."

"Oh, shut up and keep stroking my ears."

She was such a large creature, and yet the lightest touch of his fingers sent shivers rolling conspicuously through her plush body like ripples on a lake, making her more abundant features wobble enticingly. It all complimented her figure, filling her out in ways that seemed designed to draw the male gaze.

"You're slacking off," she complained, leaning her head back and resting it in his lap. She looked up at him with her blue eyes, smirking at his red face. "What's the matter, are you letting your thoughts wander?"

"It's just the heat," he replied, resuming his massage. He ran his fingers through her hair, which was distinct from her fur both in color and texture. While her coat was white, her hair was grey, and it was straight rather than being curly. He combed it slowly, Kofe seeming the enjoy the sensation of his fingers on her scalp.

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, mister poker champion," she snickered.

He took a lock of her hair in his hand and gave it a playful tug, Kofe's tail going straight as a board for a moment, before relaxing back onto the bench. She turned her head to glare back at him, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"If you're going to pull a girl's hair like that then you'd better be able to follow through, short stuff."

His face burned even redder at the implication, and he resumed his stroking without further comment, Kofe's eyelids fluttering as he returned his attention to her ears. It really was like petting a big cat, assuming that one could have gotten so close to a tiger without it tearing their arms off. Her purring was vibrating the bench beneath him, and she was sliding slowly down into her seat. He had never seen her so relaxed before.

Eventually, she was snapped out of her trance by the need to splash more water on the hot stones, Miller's fingers leaving her hair as she shuffled forward. There was another puff of hot steam, mist lingering in the air as the intense heat washed over them. It really was relieving Miller's stress, as if the aches and pains that resulted from a hard day's work were leaving his body along with his perspiration. He couldn't remember ever sweating this much before, it was like he had run a marathon in the middle of a summer's day.

They relaxed in the sauna for maybe half an hour longer, Miller occasionally resuming his petting as Kofe sat with her head in his lap. The intense heat and humidity was gradually becoming less comfortable, and after a while, he was starting to feel like a pickle in a jar.

"I think that's enough sauna-ing for me," he said, Kofe's ears perking up as she woke from her catnap.

"Yeah, I guess we've been in here for a good forty minutes," she said as she stretched her arms above her head. "Let's go get a shower."

"A shower?"

"You didn't expect to just put your clothes back on and walk out covered in sweat, did you?"

"I...suppose not. I've never been to a sauna before."

"Well you're supposed to take a cold shower afterwards, it's good for you. On the homeworld, we'd hop out of the hot springs and roll around in the snow, and in Siberia they usually take a dip in a frozen lake."

"I guess that makes sense," he said as he rose to his feet and stepped down onto the floor, securing his towel about his waist like a skirt.

"Uh...Jeff? You can't take a towel into the shower."

"I'm not walking around a public facility in the nude," he complained, "I'm pretty sure that's illegal as well as being in poor taste."

"This is a spa geared towards Borealans," she replied, "the giant doors should have given that away. Nobody cares if they see your junk, trust me. Hangups about naked bodies are a distinctly human phenomenon."

He didn't like it, but he didn't have much of a choice. It would be a long and embarrassing walk of shame back to his apartment if he didn't shower and dry off on Kofe's terms.

"What about our clothes?" he asked, gesturing to the lockers.

"They'll still be here when we get back."

She cast her towel aside, leaving it on the bench as she made her way over to the door and hit a touch screen that was mounted in the frame, the panel sliding open with a rush of cool air. Miller followed behind her, keeping his towel about his waist despite her protests. The Polar might hail from an entire race of nudists, but human dignity was a little more fragile.

He stepped into the corridor reluctantly, keeping his eyes above Kofe's beltline as she hit another touch interface that was mounted on the outside. The door snapped shut, and Miller could make out the sound of rushing air behind it, like someone had turned on a blow dryer.

"I've set the sauna to vent," Kofe explained, "it'll dry out and cool off ready for the next customer. It also means that we can get dressed without getting all wet again."

He would have expected there to be a changing room, but in a lot of ways, this method made sense. Space was always at a premium on the Pinwheel, establishments that were permitted to set up shop on the station had to make use of every inch that they could get. It was also unlikely that they had the time to wait for the saunas to cool down on their own, he had only seen perhaps a dozen such doors on the way in, and some of those might have been showers.

Kofe set off, and he hurried behind her, wondering how she was able to walk around in the nude with such confidence. Like she said, it must just be some cultural thing. Human cultures seemed ashamed of nudity in most contexts, but Kofe couldn't have cared less as she sauntered down the hallway, her wide hips swaying back and forth. He caught a sneaky look at her butt now that her back was to him, wondering how she managed to get all of that meat into a pair of shorts. It defied physics, her posterior protruded far enough that he could have used it as a bookshelf.

At the end of the hallway, they came to a door, which Kofe opened, revealing a tiled room beyond. It was a large, communal shower room, like one might find at a gym or a bathhouse. There were booths separated by dividing walls, like cubicles, probably geared more towards human customers than the indifferent Borealans. Miller could hear the sound of water pounding against the floor, which suggested that some of the booths might already be occupied.

His giant companion led him forward, selecting a booth and pushing open a swinging door that reminded him of a bathroom stall. The interior was very large by human standards, less so for the giant Borealans, and a tight fit for Kofe. It was just wide enough that there was maybe half an inch between her hips and the wall on either side, and when she turned to look back at him, her belly and breasts scraped against it. Above them was a showerhead, and there was a grate beneath their feet through which the water would drain. There was also a stainless steel bench where one could sit and let the water cascade over them, or at least one would have been able to do that, if Kofe didn't occupy all of the space.

There was scarcely room enough for Miller, who was pressed up against her butt from behind as her tail waved in his face. It was like being slowly devoured by a furry carpet.

"Shouldn't we use separate booths?" he asked, spitting out one of her white hairs as he scowled up at her. "There's barely enough room for you, never mind me."

"Don't you think it's intimate?"

"I think it's like sharing a phone booth with a woolly mammoth. I'm gonna go find my own booth if it's all the same to you."

"But I need you to do my back!" Kofe protested as he slid out through the door. It swung shut behind him on its hinge, and he found himself alone in the shower room. He checked that the towel was safely secured around his waist, then began to peruse the booths. He could hear the sound of water hitting tile, and if he stooped, he could see beneath the doors.

He moved along the rightmost row, seeing that two of the four booths were occupied by Borealans. Both varieties had furry feet, and so it was hard to tell which one they were. All of the Polars that he had seen so far had been white, and so that pair of orange paws probably belonged to an Equatorial. Good lord, those black claws resembled those of dinosaurs, absolutely enormous. They clicked on the tile when the alien shifted its weight, scraping the material. The second specimen was equally endowed, with claws that could have been used as meat hooks protruding from its straw-colored fur. They sure did come in a lot of varieties.

He moved to the left side, wanting to steer clear of the notoriously bad-tempered creatures where possible. It looked like all of these booths were unoccupied.

There was a pneumatic hiss as the door to the shower room slid open, Miller's blood curdling as he saw an Equatorial step into the room. She was female, different from the one that he had passed in the hallway earlier. She had jet black fur and skin that was very nearly the same shade, so dark that it almost had a blue sheen under the room's harsh lighting. She had just come from a sauna, clearly, as her nude body was glistening with beads of sweat. The stranger caught him looking, and how could he not? Her breasts were firm and pert, as large as his head at least, and her toned muscles reflected the light like volcanic glass.

She glared at him with her striking, green eyes, like a pair of emeralds embedded in obsidian. He gave her a sheepish grin and then slipped into one of the booths, closing the door behind him and breathing a sigh of relief. There were no locks, but he felt safer with a wall between him and the alien.

As he examined the shower head, searching for a way to turn it on, he heard the sound of sharp claws on tile. It was getting closer, and he crouched, bringing his head down to see under the door. A pair of jet black feet were marching his way. The fleshy pads would have made their contact silent, was it not for the wicked talons that squeaked like nails on a chalkboard.

The alien paused in front of his door, Miller looking around frantically as he searched for an escape route. There were none, he was cornered.

The door swung open, banging against the wall, the naked Equatorial filling the space as she blocked his exit with her massive figure. There seemed to be almost no body fat on her, whenever she moved he could see every muscle bulging and moving beneath her onyx skin.

Miller couldn't figure out where to look, her nude body filling his field of view, her large breasts at head-height to him. Should he look at the floor? Meet her piercing gaze?

"So, peeking under stalls, are you? How did you get in here, are you some kind of xenophile?"

Her voice was a deep contralto, course and gravelly, almost like a growl in its own right.

"N-No," he protested, settling on looking her in the eye. She raised an eyebrow at that, almost as if she hadn't expected such confidence from a human. "I was checking which stalls were free. I came here with a friend."

"Oh really? Why would this friend let you wander off on your own in a Borealan bathhouse? That's just asking for trouble. Seems to me you're just another curious human looking for some action."

She dug her claws into the stall and took a step forward, scarring it with her fingers as she dragged them along. Miller retreated away from her, feeling the cold tiles against his back as he bumped into the far wall. She leaned down to bring her face level with his, her breasts hanging enticingly from her chest.

"Looks like you found some, little man."

"Hey, back off," he snapped as she reached towards him with one of her furry hands. The stranger faltered, surprised by his commanding tone, a sinister smile curling her lips.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you? Keep it up, I love it when they talk back."

She put her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit on the steel bench as she wet her lips with her pink tongue. She looked like she was about to eat him. As she loomed over him, he heard the sound of claws on tile again, and he saw Kofe searching for him through the open door. If he stayed quiet, then the Equatorial might have her sordid way with him. But if he called for help, he would have to brave a shower with Kofe. He weighed the two options, deciding that Kofe's satisfied smirk was marginally better than being eaten.

"Kofe!" Miller shouted, "a little help?!"

In a moment, Kofe's snow-white bulk was blocking the opening. The Equatorial's ears swiveled to point backwards, then her head followed, staring over her shoulder at the intruding Polar.

"Excuse me," Kofe said, her tone apologetic. "This one's mine."

Her long, puffy tail snaked past the dark-skinned alien, coiling around Miller's waist like a boa constrictor. The Equatorial stepped aside as Kofe lifted him clear off the bench, plucking him out of the booth like he was a toy in an arcade claw machine. She deposited him at her side, then looked back at his would-be assailant, who was scowling at her. There was a brief pause, Miller fearing that the two aliens were about to go at it. He could have cut the tension in the air with a knife. Then the palpable hostility evaporated, the dusky Borealan shrugging her muscular shoulders.

"I thought he smelled a little like Polar. Keep a better eye on him, and mark him if you want to keep him. Don't let him just run around like an unsupervised kitten."

"He's fragile!" Kofe protested, her tail still coiled around him protectively.

"They're not that fragile, I've seen it done. He'll get over it."

Kofe took him by the hand and led him back over to her chosen booth, guiding him inside and blocking his escape route with her mass. She was wide enough that he couldn't have squeezed past her if he had wanted to.

"On second thought," he said, "sharing a booth is fine by me."

She smirked at him, closing the door behind them with her prehensile tail.

"It's generally not a good idea for a human to be alone with an Equatorial. They can be a little...forward."

"What does marking mean?" Miller asked.

"Oh, that's when an Equatorial bites their mate to leave a scar on their neck, to show that they're taken."

"Helluva wedding ring," he muttered, imagining having one of those things sinking its teeth into his shoulder.

"Are you ready to take a shower now? Done exploring?"

"Alright," he grumbled, trying to avert his eyes from her bust as it wobbled an inch from his nose. He didn't have much of a choice, it was either shower with Kofe or face the wrath of her evolutionary cousin. She noticed that he was still avoiding looking at her naked body, laughing softly at his obvious discomfort.