Outpost: Hetero Version Ch. 02: Snowed In

Scarface sat down heavily, her legs crossed as she plunged a hand beneath her loincloth, her fingers moving frantically under the fabric as she watched Shrimp roam lower. This was for Scarface's benefit then, not Schaffer's, and the human jumped as he felt the Polar's soft lips wrap around his glans. Shrimp's textured tongue coiled around Schaffer's tender flesh, painting it with saliva and teasing the underside of the head where Shrimp knew he liked it. Her mouth was so warm and the lining of her cheeks so smooth, pressing around his member like a silken glove as the alien sucked him deeper. Her undulating organ coiled down the length of Schaffer's shaft like a fat worm, squeezing him and milking, the obedient Polar lapping at the excitement that welled at the tip. Schaffer let himself lie back on the mattress, relaxing and enjoying the sensations, Shrimp was a goddamned expert by this point and nobody else could compare to her tenderness and eager skill.

He glanced down and saw that his partner was reaching between her furry thighs, her eyes closing and her fingers seeking out her own neglected womanhood as she started to rub slowly, the pace of her licking and sucking increasing as she got herself off. Schaffer felt her shudder suddenly, as if something had surprised her, and he looked down past the Polar's bobbing head to see Scarface's tail wrapped around Shrimp's wrist and pulling her hand away from her dripping mound. Scarface's fingers still probed beneath the thin fabric that concealed her loins, but it seemed that she didn't want Shrimp touching herself yet. She released the frustrated female, and Shrimp got the message, resuming her blowjob as Scarface watched them intently.

Schaffer placed a hand in the alien's silky hair, pushing her down a little harder and guiding her speed, feeling Shrimp's velvet throat muscles close around his exposed head as he pushed deeper. The little alien gagged a little at the sudden intrusion, her gullet tensing and contracting around Schaffer's cock, wringing him like a fist as the human struggled to save from thrusting into the Polar's inviting throat and choking her as the burst of pleasure made his head spin.

Shrimp recovered quickly, no stranger to having the human's member buried in her gullet after all, and resumed her gentle bobbing as she dragged her lips up and down her friend's shaft and paused at the tip to circle it with her tongue. Schaffer felt himself getting close already, Shrimp's services being especially doting and attentive today, no doubt Scarface had knocked her down a notch so to speak. He gripped the alien's hair and thrust into her mouth as gently as he could muster, meeting her downward motions. Schaffer opened his eyes as he heard movement, seeing Scarface shuffling closer to them on her hands and knees to sit heavily beside them, leering at the spectacle as Shrimp's syrupy saliva drenched his shaft and dripped from the alien's chin in fat strands.

She placed her massive hand on Shrimp's head suddenly, gentle yet firm, and Schaffer watched the young Polar's blue eyes glance up at her as if begging a question. She forced the sputtering youth's head down on Schaffer's cock, burying it to the hilt, Schaffer's spine arching and a grunt escaping his mouth as Shrimp's struggling throat encompassed him and her puffy lips wrapped around the base. The smirking huntress held her there for a few moments until she started to struggle, then let her up for air, her hand still resting on Shrimp's head as she bit her lower lip and watched a mess of sticky fluids link her mouth to Schaffer's erection. Shrimp swallowed laboriously, letting the residue fall to Schaffer's belly, then Scarface eased her back down again.

Schaffer winced, hot, wet muscles spasming and rippling around him. Shrimp's tongue writhed and struggled around his shaft as Scarface fucked him with her subordinate's mouth, very much enjoying the reactions from both parties as her eyes darted between them, again her free hand sneaking beneath her loincloth as her expression grew more and more lascivious.

Schaffer felt himself getting closer, an orgasm welling and sending tingling sparks of pleasure rolling up his spine, he chose not to resist it so as to spare Shrimp from much more of this relentless fucking. The alien's mouth was so wet, there was a cushion of sticky saliva that Schaffer's member pushed into each time that it probed the alien's throat, leaking out from between her lips and coating the throbbing organ in a sheen of it.

Seeing Schaffer's pained expression and sensing that he was almost spent, Scarface drew Shrimp's head back a little so that the tip of his pulsing erection rested on her tongue rather than lodging it deep in her esophagus, Shrimp harrying him with licks and cradling his balls in her downy palm. It was too much, and Schaffer felt his orgasm tear through his body, a wave of pleasure crashing over him as he pumped a wad of his come into Shrimp's waiting mouth. His member bounced and throbbed between the alien's soft lips, Shrimp keeping still and gently stroking his testicles to ease more of it out as her mouth flooded with warm ejaculate, quickly filling to capacity as a few fat strands escaped to hang from her chin.

Scarface watched intently, aroused and fascinated as Shrimp pulled back and let some of the obscene mixture of viscous saliva and ropy come slide from her lips to fall heavily to splash her thighs, one last stray ejaculation hitting her in the face and matting her fur as Schaffer collapsed onto his back and let the afterglow consume him.

He watched as Shrimp made to swallow the mouthful of semen that was bulging her cheeks, but Scarface wrapped a hand around her neck to prevent it, turning the little Polar's head towards her and slamming their lips together. Schaffer felt his heart hammer in his chest, watching with wide eyes as the two Polars kissed, his erection pulsing and bouncing with renewed arousal as the lewd scene played out before him.

Once Scarface had forced Shrimp's lips apart and pushed her sinuous tongue into her head, the profane mess that she had been holding in sloughed free, spilling down her chin to wet the fur on her chest and flooding Scarface's mouth as their pink tongues wrestled in and around the pearly mixture. Scarface was completely unconcerned as Shrimp was drenched in drool and come, fat globs of it sticking to her coat, the larger female pulling back and letting a mass of strands and dripping blobs link their tongues so that Schaffer could see it. She plunged back in as Shrimp whined in a blend of disapproval and intense arousal, swapping the mess between them and letting it ooze forth like milky honey, holding her face between her hands so that Shrimp couldn't turn away as Scarface explored the inside of her mouth with her tongue and pushed the concoction down her throat.

The perverse kiss dragged on until there was none of it left, at least that wasn't soaking into Shrimp's fur, Scarface breaking off with an audible pop and watching the last few strands that linked their dexterous tongues break and fall away. She released Shrimp and let her drop to the bed, Schaffer might have worried about her were it not for the conspicuous strands of excitement that matted her furry thighs, her loins pink and swollen with arousal beneath her white coat. She was as turned on as Schaffer had ever seen her.

Scarface began to remove what little clothing she wore, Schaffer's eyes tracking her breasts eagerly as they slipped out of her leather sling, hanging enticingly as she leaned forward and began to remove the belts that were draped around her wide hips. Her entire body was a patchwork of scars that broke up her unusually dark fur, more the color of dirty snow than the pure white of Zagza's immaculate coat. The pink trails of knitted flesh were not unattractive however, and Schaffer tended to think that it gave her character. It was also evidence of her exploits and battles, a little less elegant than the medals that might adorn the chest of a UNN admiral, but proof none the less of her fighting prowess.

Now naked, lithe and muscular, she discarded the garments and crawled on top of Schaffer as the more shapely fat deposits on her thighs and hips wobbled with the motion. She perched atop him, her furry legs to either side of his hips, Schaffer anticipating her usual passionate lovemaking. She didn't lower herself onto his erection however, she spun, planting her pliant butt on his face. Schaffer raised his hands in alarm, sinking his fingers into the soft meat of her ass, steely muscles lurking beneath the delicate fat layer as she wriggled and shifted to get comfortable.

She especially enjoyed oral sex, the tongues of humans being smoother and more suited to the task than the rough organs of her people, but she usually sat on one of the partially destroyed armchairs and pushed his head down between her downy thighs when she wanted that. This was new.

Shrimp looked on as Scarface sat on Schaffer and his head vanished beneath her ample rear, chewing the black claw on her index finger nervously as she watched them, unsure of whether she should attempt to join them and now especially subservient thanks to Scarface's scolding. The huntress reached out towards the trembling Polar, gripping her by the tuft of fur between her pert breasts and tugging her closer, running her fingers through the mess of saliva and come that still clung to her fur once she was in range. She scooped some of it into one hand, scruffing the little alien with the other to keep her still. Scarface took Schaffer by the wrist and coated his finger in the gunk, sliding the human's hand between Shrimp's legs and carefully pushing a finger inside the shivering alien.

The Polars had wicked claws that were not necessarily ideal for such tasks, and so she substituted Schaffer's digit as she pushed the slippery, gluey fluid into Shrimp's body. Despite the pitiful noises she was making, Shrimp was leaking like a broken faucet, every twitch of Schaffer's probing digit making her whine and tremble. The young Polar enjoyed being on the recieving end of course, between Zagza and Schaffer it was practically her only sexual role, she was still as sensitive and receptive as she had ever been.

Now primed, with the obscene concoction leaking from her hole, Shrimp got the picture and climbed up on top of Schaffer obediently. She took the human's renewed erection in her fluffy fingers, positioning it beneath her, and looked to Scarface for approval as she released the scruff of her neck and leered drunkenly at them. Now more coaxing than demanding, the huntress placed a hand on her hip, pushing the quivering runt down onto Schaffer's cock as Shrimp guided it towards her twitching opening.

Schaffer bucked in alarm as the slippery mess of bodily fluids eased his passage, Shrimp practically falling down on him and taking him all the way to the base in one smooth motion, impossibly hot and tight walls of silken flesh enclosing him as a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine. Immediately he felt the alien tighten as a violent tremor rolled through her nubile body, knowing Shrimp she had come already, and Schaffer felt a little guilty for the part he had played in training the submissive little alien to react in the way that she did. That wasn't to say that it was his fault alone, Zagza's member was the length of his arm and she took that like a champ, but he had shared more alone time with Shrimp than any of their pack mates and the Polar was ever eager to please.

Scarface was not satisfied with just that, wetting her pink lips lasciviously as she watched her quarry wriggle in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, Schaffer's erection skewering her. She urged Shrimp to begin moving, guiding her with her large hands, rolling her hips and grinding against Schaffer's member as her slippery insides cradled it. 'Dinner and a show', Schaffer thought to himself sarcastically as the huntress rubbed her loins on his face, her sour juices leaking from her vulva to wet his cheeks. He got the picture, and started to lick, pushing his tongue up between her labia and glancing her glistening flesh. She shivered on top of him, her thighs tightening around his head at the sensation of his smooth organ teasing her, his concentration waning as Shrimp's slow thrusting made his toes curl.

Scarface was unusually wet, it leaked from her twitching hole in clear strands, matting the fur around her loins and making the hairs on her inner thighs stick to his reddening cheeks. She was really into this, it was odd to see her so...uninhibited. Must be the alcohol, she was quite the lush once unbridled. Her hips moved in a slow rhythm as she ground against his questing lips, made slick by her flowing excitement, her long tail flicking back and forth above his head.

Schaffer delved his fingers into the pliant flesh of her ass and thighs, feeling her twitch and croon as he sank his digits into her plush flesh, despite her musculature she was clad in a layer of insulating fat no different than her peers. She was more athletic than they were which gave her a more slim figure, but that just meant that the exquisite paunch just ended up settling in more attractive places, giving her an hourglass figure and a butt that you could probably bounce a damned tablet computer off of. Her spotty fur was fine and silky, begging for his touch, he imagined that growing tired of groping these creatures would be an impossibility. She smelled good too, musky and feminine, her familiar taste filling his mouth as he serviced her ardently.

Shrimp seemed to be having trouble, Schaffer could feel her narrow passage tightening as she moved atop him, the alien's palms resting on the human's legs as she leaned back and tried to angle Schaffer's member so that it would push against her g-spot. She leaked a continuous flood of excitement, Schaffer could feel it matting his pubic hair, Shrimp's insides contracting whenever his cock throbbed inside her. She was moving slowly, either savoring every aching pulse of pleasure as the rigid organ brushed her sweet spot, or because the huntress who was puppeteering the both of them had decreed it.

Scarface was growing more and more excited, her grinding becoming less refined and more eager as he explored her folds and creases with the tip of his tongue. She responded to every light flick and each lingering stroke, tremors flowing up through her massive body as his smooth, wet flesh painted her most sensitive and intimate anatomy. He pushed his tongue into her tunnel, feeling it grip him with a strength that still surprised him, as if trying to pluck his organ from his head as it dragged him deeper with its muscular contractions.

Due to their size, one would expect the aliens to be loose by human standards, how else could they possibly accommodate the massive organs of their male counterparts? Yet their musculature was such that even the largest Borealan was as tight as a fist clad in silk, sometimes to the point that it became difficult to last more than a minute or two once those cruel walls pressed around you and began their relentless massage.

Shrimp was even tighter than that, her slimy tunnel gripping Schaffer's member with a force that might have been too much to bear were it not for the syrupy residue of their prior encounter that lubricated it, the lewd sounds that emanated from their coupling audible even to Schaffer's ears as he lay buried beneath Scarface's rump. Shrimp's insides were feverishly hot, almost uncomfortably so as Schaffer's throbbing erection impaled her like a molten iron in a forge, every sigh and shiver adding to their mounting pleasure. Her walls were so smooth as they rubbed up and down the human's shaft, downright luxurious, the stimulation such that Schaffer was having a hard time holding in his welling orgasm. When they made love alone, their pace was usually slower and more careful than this, but now that Scarface had taken the reigns the Polar was riding him into the mattress with a vengeance.

The bawdy alien watched her subordinate bounce on Schaffer's cock, one hand on her shoulder to dictate the pace, the other sinking into one of her breasts and kneading the pliant flesh as it spilled through her fingers like putty. She seemed to be enjoying herself a little too much, her blue eyes watching eagerly as the human's penis vanished into the little Polar's hole, only to reappear coated in the mess that she had forced inside her. Shrimp was beside herself, eyelids drooping, a hand applying pressure on her belly where Schaffer's organ bulged it as she tried to glean more stimulation. When she tried to reach a hand down to rub her swollen clitoris, lonely and neglected, Scarface pulled it away. She wanted Shrimp to climax from penetration alone, and she wanted to watch it, she wanted to see her face when the little Polar loosed a shuddering cry and came all over Schaffer's cock.

The beleaguered human slipped a finger into Scarface's slimy entrance, feeling her close around it, crushing his digit with her powerful pelvic floor muscles as she bucked in alarm. He maneuvered down towards her clitoris, feeling the stiff nub of flesh beneath its protective hood, trapping it between his lips and sucking it out to play his tongue over its shiny surface.

She was nearing her limit, Schaffer could feel it in the way that her tunnel tried to milk his finger, in the way that her ample chest rose and fell as she panted. She seemed to be losing her cool in her fugue, it was unusual for her, perhaps the bourbon was to blame?

Scarface leaned forward, taking Shrimp's face in her hands and jolting the Polar's eyes open. She rocked back and forth steadily, grinding Schaffer's cock against her velvet walls, every small motion drawing a soft whine from her as she arched her spine and her thighs gripped him more tightly. Scarface drew her close, pressing their lips together and subjecting Shrimp to a slow and tender kiss, contrasting with the cruel pace that she had imposed upon her thus far. Shrimp's tail stood up straight and rigid, its fur puffing out like that of a startled cat, the young female melting into her superior as Scarface cradled her in her arms. A far cry from the greedy and wanton embrace she had foisted upon Shrimp earlier, now she was slow and considerate, teasing the trembling creature with gentle glances and strokes as if they were lovers sharing a moment of intimacy. Like two snakes entwined, their tongues coiled around each other, wrestling as their lips locked and Schaffer felt Shrimp's insides tighten in response.

It was enough to send her over the edge, Shrimp shivering and whining as a powerful orgasm wracked her tender body. She reached down to rub her dripping mound as she started to come, but Scarface gripped her wrist to prevent it, dragging out their kiss and muffling her cries as she convulsed. Schaffer felt the contractions around his member, Shrimp's already tight insides now narrowing, the waves of her climax causing her muscles to ripple and clench rhythmically. It was all too much for him, and Shrimp's ceaseless movements forced out Schaffer's own emission, his hips attempting to rise off the mattress and push deeper into his friend as he flooded her guts with hot come.

The Polar yelped again as she felt the liquid spread up through her passage, filling her with viscous, milky ejaculate as Scarface still held the whimpering alien trapped in her embrace. Schaffer felt her start to move again, her reservations forgotten as she tried to fuck Schaffer's emission deeper, desperate to take the human's erection as deep as it would go as if there was some maddening itch inside her that she couldn't quite reach. Scarface helped her along, one hand on her hip to guide her, Shrimp's eyes rolling back into her head as electrical pleasure burned through her body like a short-circuit.