Or Die Alone

His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her ample breasts and belly, feeling the yielding fat spill between his fingers as he sank them into her meaty ass and thighs. She giggled, ticklish, running her sharp claws through his hair.

"You talked so much shit Boyd, but you liked me all along, didn't you? You wanted to touch me, run your fingers through my coat and weigh my boobs in your hands, you put on such a good show that even I couldn't see through it. I thought you hated me, but you wanted to fuck me like this, right? Do I drive you crazy?"

He took a handful of one of her heavy breasts, the size of a damned basketball, and kneaded it cruelly. He pinched the engorged nipple, hearing her groan, the pace of his pounding hastening as she taunted him.

"I want to hear you say it again," she gasped, "say that you want me."

"I want you," he growled, thrusting furiously. She chuckled happily and ran her fingers through his hair, then wrapped her tail around his waist to drag him out of her. He clung to her fur, frustrated, and she peeked under the sleeping bag to smirk at him as her fluids dripped from his aching member.

"You're going too fast," she said, "you have to take the time to savor the moment. Let me show you how Polars do it."

She flipped him onto his back and straddled him, her breasts hanging to brush his face as she ensured that the sleeping bag was zipped up tightly. He realized how warm they were, the inside of the bag was a sex-scented oven as the heat that their bodies exuded cooked them. She used her tail to guide his erection towards her loins, and pressed down on him, now Boyd's turn to groan as she let her immense weight force him deeper inside her. She wasn't crushing him, but he felt the pressure of her on his hips as she buried him between her fat thighs and started to move slowly. She rocked back and forth, driving him against her fleshy, dripping tunnel as he reached up to sink his hands into her love handles. He wanted to touch every inch of her doughy body, she was so soft and inviting, mouthwatering as she moved on top of him.

He had expected her to sit upright, but she lowered herself to her elbows, letting the weight of her bust engulf his face, her chubby belly resting on his torso. It was a little alarming, so much of her bulk was hanging off her body to envelop him, but she was conscious of their difference in stature and never let it become too much for him. He was completely buried in her warm flesh, her velvet fur sliding against his naked skin, the sensation like having his entire body caressed by some luxuriant fur coat. It was downright opulent, he had never felt anything like it, the pleasure chased by a harsher and more primal lust as her loins milked his burning erection.

She was feverishly hot, her damp insides wringing his member with a cruelty that made him gasp into her bust, rising on his shaft and then letting her ample weight fall on him to slam him into her deepest reaches. She went slow and heavy, as if savoring every minute contraction of her muscles and throb of his member, driving him into the ground with the force of her lovemaking. He couldn't help but push off the floor to meet her, his body responding of its own accord despite the fact that she pinned him down with her weight, her pace steady but unrelenting.

She was so heavy, every downward thrust nearly knocked the air out of his lungs, his hips straining under the force of it. Yet this was only a fraction of her weight, she was cautious and considerate, holding the majority of it on her knees and elbows as she let just enough of her bulk drop down on him for him to really feel it. She bounced on top of him, somehow every slam of her hips driving him deeper inside her, his member scouring her depths as her warm breath ruffled his hair.

Wherever he put his hands, he encountered soft fur and fat, squirming beneath her as she rolled her hips and her tight walls grazed his shaft. The sleeping bag enclosed them like a cocoon, the warmth of their bodies heating the space, Boyd actually breaking a sweat as her delicate fur teased his skin. Over and over she thrust down on him, tireless and regular, the exquisite pleasure of her satin flesh caressing his glans forcing his eyes closed as her breasts smothered him and his hands delved into her doughy belly. He didn't think he could go on, yet her slow, methodical fucking kept him on the edge while never providing enough stimulation to finish him. She was so tight, her muscles so powerful, every tiny twitch and ripple stroking his cock like questing fingers. He saw stars dance before his eyes, his spine lighting up like an optical cable as her massive heart beat in his ears, pumping hot blood through her veins as she gyrated.

She started to increase the pace of her thrusts, falling down on him with enough force to bruise, the tip of his member meeting resistance in her reaches that seemed to further excite her. Her physiology must be a little different to what he was used to, hitting so deep inside a human woman would have hurt her, but Lorza seemed to crave it. She writhed and gasped, her slow, measured movements becoming more erratic and frenzied. Her copious juices leaked around his shaft, forced from her twitching hole by their brutal copulation, her excitement dripping down his thighs and pooling on his belly. It was profane, their sweat, emissions and saliva mixing into a salacious concoction that stank of sex and permeated the increasingly warm bag. It tickled his animal brain, his cock throbbing all the harder inside her welcoming passage as she buried her feline nose in his hair. Was she breathing in his scent?

Her contractions hastened, her vaginal muscles squeezing and wringing his cock like a cruel fist as her excitement mounted, and Boyd sank his hand into her fat chest to help her along. She snarled, her hips shaking as he delved into the meat of her bust and kneaded her sensitive breast tissue, pinching her engorged nipples gently between his fingers. Her fur was damp with sweat and her syrupy excitement, her loins impossibly wet, his pulsing shaft glazed with it and made so slippery that their coupling might have been frictionless were it not for the intensity of her hold on him.

She shuddered and purred when his cock jumped inside her, flexing against the smooth walls that struggled to contain it, his heartbeat making it throb.

"So warm," she whined, shivering as he squeezed a handful of her supple fat and clawed at her breasts. "Harder...deeper."

Again she increased her pace, crushing him with her wide hips as she rammed down on him, his cock pushing against her sweet spot and making her massive body tremble with barely contained desire. She rose on her elbows a little so give him room to breath, and so that he could guide one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. Lorza growled like a lion as he trapped the stiff nub of flesh between his lips and his teeth, circling it with his tongue and sucking on it to draw it deeper. She gripped his hair with one hand, looking down at him, her blue eyes aflame with lust. Just one of her oversized breasts was enough work for both hands, Boyd kneading and twisting the inviting flesh as he teased her, her long spine arching to press her plush body down on him.

Every inch of his skin was lighting up, her wet fur stroking and massaging him like some kind of luxurious, velutinous bath towel. His nerves were on fire, too much sensation to process, too much pleasure to tolerate. Shivers crawled up and down his spine as if her very claws were tracing its contours, her steely thighs squeezing him as if she was afraid that her prey might escape, her tail coiling around one of his legs and wrapping it like a furry rope. His lower body was numb, his legs weak as her merciless dance dragged on.

Keeping her nipple between his lips, Boyd eased his hand past her paunchy stomach and strained to seek out her clitoris with his fingertips. She bucked when he found it, her eyes glazing over as he wet his fingers with her thick emission and started to rub its firm surface.

"Oh! You little," she trailed off into a bestial grunt as he pinched her nipple, her grip on his hair growing tighter as he teased her. She might be on top, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep up the fight. Lorza was beside herself, her muscles convulsing and her narrow passage wringing his cock as he tormented her, delighting in the effect his gentle fingers were having on the Polar.

She rose to a sitting position suddenly, tearing open the zipper of the sleeping bag with the motion and planting her hands on his shoulders. She tore her nipple from his lips, her heavy breasts swaying as they hung from her chest, gazing down at him with an urgent expression that could equally have conveyed longing or agony. He kept up his rubbing, stroking her clitoris as her fluids leaked into his palm in fat strands. She loosed a breathy, low cry, rising up on his shaft as her slippery flesh clung to his member like a latex glove. She poised there for a moment, her chest heaving, then let her weight fall on him to impale herself on his shaft. The head of his cock hit her depths, jamming against her reaches, and he felt a powerful tremor flow through her body as she started to come.

Her muscles tensed and rippled, her hair hanging over her face as she lowered her head, the fat on her belly, breasts and thighs shaking like jello as she shivered. She blurted a string of hurried curses in a language that he didn't speak, and he sank his hand into the meat of her hip for leverage as he continued his furious rubbing. She released a flood of viscous fluid, oozing from her loins like honey as she rocked, spilling to coat her thighs in the stringy mess. She yelped as the waves of pleasure tore through her, each one more dizzying and urgent than the last, her claws digging into his shoulders almost enough to break the skin as she rocked and grinded against him.

Boyd joined her in her ecstasy, the remorseless milking motion of her slick, hot insides pulling him over the edge along with her. She let slip a fresh cry as his warm ejaculate flooded her quivering tunnel, splashing against her silken flesh and filling her with warm come. As if trying to draw it out of him, her walls squeezed and kneaded, the intensity of the sensation almost painful as harsh bolts of raw pleasure were driven into his brain.

They fed into one another, every throb or contraction from one drawing a new surge of pleasure from their counterpart, working each other higher and higher in a spiral of mounting excitement that threatened to erode their sanity. Over and over their bodies endured the wracking currents of their orgasm, Boyd couldn't have imagined that he had it in him, again and again he pumped her full of his ropy emission, their juices mingling and spilling forth to sully the sleeping bag.

Finally her muscles had wrung the last of his essence from him, and her violent shaking became more subdued, the two of them panting and trying to get their bearings as they lay locked together. Boyd could feel the slimy mixture of their passion leaking in warm globs, withdrawing his hand from between her thighs along with long strings of it, a stray aftershock making Lorza gasp and wriggle. She gently raised herself off him, his erection bouncing free to fall to his belly along with more of the milky fluid. She fell heavily beside him, her chest heaving, her eyes still unfocused as her beleaguered body recovered from their wonderful ordeal.

Boyd was awash in afterglow, seething with a euphoria that made him almost giddy, satisfied and exhausted. He felt Lorza pull him up to her height, his head leaving the heat of the sleeping bag and entering the cold air of the ice cave. She met him with a clumsy, wanton kiss, trapping him in her arms and pushing her tongue into his mouth with an almost desperate impatience. He leaned into her, his muscles relaxing as he enjoyed the sensation, delving into her fur with his fingers and taking every opportunity to enjoy her pliant breasts as she ran her hooked claws through his hair.

She pulled back and buried her fluffy face in the nape of his neck, nuzzling and pinching his skin with her teeth, hugging him as close to her as she could manage.

"I think you've single-handedly improved my opinion of humans," she mumbled.

"So...what do you think?" Boyd asked, his eyelids fluttering as he felt her claws prick his scalp. "I don't know how this is going to work, but we're good together, right?"

"We are good together," she confirmed, pulling his face into her fluffy cleavage. She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "I want you again, and again, and again. If we can overcome all of this then we can find a way to make it work."

She took him roughly by the hair and kissed him again, hard and fast, leaving him dazed as she doted on him.

"You know," she murmured, a smirk spreading across her lips. "If we can find a shuttle, it's going to be a long journey back to UNN space. Small, cramped conditions, nothing else to do but enjoy eachother's company..."

She bit his ear, her tongue worming inside and tickling him.

"Well, the night is still young," Boyd said as he wriggled free of her tongue and she crawled her lips down his neck. "Give me a few more minutes to recover and I'll show you what humans can 'really' do."

She bit her lip as his head disappeared beneath the sleeping bag again, her anticipation turning to smoldering desire as she felt his tongue find her loins again, the gel packet that had illuminated the cave finally petering out and casting them into darkness.

CHAPTER 9: EXFILTRATION

Boyd opened his eyes to darkness, realizing that he was trapped under Lorza again, she had rolled over in the night and planted his face in her bust. He shuffled and wriggled, trying to break free and get some air, finally succeeding in pushing his head up between her fluffy boobs. She was still asleep, breathing warm air on him, her round ears twitching as she dreamed. He felt a surge of love that surprised him, his heart melting as he watched her sleep. He noticed that he was sticky, really sticky, whatever mess they had created the night before during their passionate romp had dried and clung to them. Her fur was matted and had stuck to his legs, and it pulled as she tried to free himself from it.

Lorza opened her eyes wearily and blinked at him.

"Oh...it's you. Good morning."

"Good morning," he repeated, looking up at her as his face started to burn. They had been so wanton in their explorations of each other the previous night, so uninhibited, and now that they had both sobered up he felt kind of embarrassed. She grinned at him, and he his worries were assuaged, her clawed fingers rising up to scratch his head.

"What's with that expression? Are you remembering," she leaned down to whisper in his ear, "how I fucked you into a whimpering mess?"

"I remember things a little differently," he shot back, pouting at her. She laughed and pulled him deeper into her bust.

"Ok, I admit it, you might have gotten a few reactions out of me. You up for a tie-breaker before we set out again?"

He hesitated, breathing in the scent of her fluffy chest as she pressed his face into the doughy fat.

"As appealing as that might be, no, we need to get out of here."

She sighed, and hugged him tighter for a brief moment, then released him and started to unzip the sleeping bag. He wriggled free and into the freezing air, remembering very quickly that he was still nude, and that his suit had been discarded on the ice beside their sleeping area. Her massive blue overalls were there too, they looked like a tent compared to his human-sized attire.

He scrambled to pull his suit on, his breath forming ice crystals as he hurriedly tapped at his oh-bis to turn on the heating element. It had passively recharged enough to activate the circuitry, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he started to warm. Lorza was pawing at her thighs and belly, her delicate fur clumped with the residue of their nocturnal romp.

"I need to clean up," she grumbled, "and this isn't something I'm going to clean with my tongue." She searched her rucksack for some water bottles that they had been filling with melted snow, and turned away from him to pour some of it down her front. "Ah! Fuck! That's cold!" She rubbed herself down as best she could, then struggled into her overalls, the fabric barely containing her ample bust and butt. Boyd watched her with open amusement, resisting the urge to walk over to her and clap his hand on her massive ass. She zipped herself up, dancing on the spot as she struggled to get it to pass her chest, then she was finally ready to go. She turned to look at him, seeing his smirk and frowning at him. "Oh 'now' you want to go for round two? Well too late, I'm not covering myself in ice water again any time soon."

They gathered their gear and pulled on their packs, Boyd eyeing what remained of the meat.

"Should we take it with us?"

Lorza thought for a moment, cocking her head at the makeshift sled.

"We're going to reach the oxygen farm today, guaranteed, right?"

"Yeah, probably around midday, we don't have very far to go now."

"Then we don't need it, let's leave it behind."

"Turning down food?" Boyd said, turning to her with an expression of mock alarm. She leaned over and gently punched his shoulder, knocking him off-balance.

"You're one to talk about 'eating', you were much more enthusiastic last night."

"Don't be vulgar," he replied, gesturing towards the mouth of the cave. "Now let's get off this godforsaken rock!"

As they marched the oxygen farm grew larger in the distance, it looked very much like an oil rig perched on the ice, massive pipes trailing beneath the surface to collect the precious water for refining. Lorza trotted beside Boyd, she had been all over him since the previous night, taking every opportunity to lay her hands on him or sneak in an cuddle whenever they stopped for water or rest.

She seemed to be in good spirits, and Boyd had to admit that despite his reservations about what they might encounter at their destination, he was feeling better than he had in days. No, years, it had been too long since he had courted and it felt good to get back on the horse. His lifestyle prohibited romance, not through any official decree, but simply because he had to spend so much time undercover and if his identity should ever be revealed it would put his loved ones in danger.

As they got near enough to the refinery that its long shadow was cast on them, Boyd gestured for Lorza to stop, and she pointed her round ears at him curiously.

"What's the matter Boyd?"

"We're getting close now, and I can't know for sure if the workers manning this base are loyal to ExoCorp or to the Syndicate. We need to tread carefully. I think that you should stay hidden when we arrive, don't want them thinking some alien beast has wandered in from the tundra."

She crossed her arms and scowled at him.

"Hey, you have to admit that to a human you look pretty scary at a distance, they might not ever have seen a Borealan before. Last thing we need is you getting shot by a twitchy engineer with cabin fever."

"Point taken, but what are you going to do?"

"I'll pose as an ExoCorp surveyor who got stranded, try to gauge if they're on the lookout for survivors. If things get hairy, come save me, I doubt they'll have any large caliber weapons and I'm told that Borealans are nigh bulletproof when it comes to sidearms."

"That's not a theory I'm too keen to test," she said, "but sure. I'll find a snowdrift to hide behind, while you try to figure out if they're bad guys. Just don't leave me behind, ok?"

He reached up and gripped the fur of her chin, pulling her down and standing on his toes to plant a kiss on her oversized lips. He released her, the giant alien preening happily.