Outpost: Hetero Version Ch. 02: Snowed In

Schaffer fared no better, groaning into Scarface's sopping loins as his concentration waned, her sodden thighs trapping him against the mattress beneath him as he tried in vain to arch his spine. She was heavy enough to crush him under her weight, but she didn't rest all of it on him, just enough to keep him pinned and to show him who was in control. Something about being so restrained just added to the sensation, the frustration mingling with his arousal, his member bouncing and throbbing inside his alien partner as it pumped wad after wad of his essence into Shrimp's welcoming tunnel.

The Polar seemed to be spent, leaning against Scarface and burying her head in the nape of her neck, catching her breath as she drowned in afterglow. She twitched and shivered as a few stray aftershocks tore through her, every tremor drawing more out of Schaffer, translating into the taut muscles that enclosed him and stroking his shaft with silken flesh.

Finally Shrimp fell off him, lying on her side on the mattress, Schaffer's erection slipping out of her along with most of the fluid that he had deposited inside the quivering Polar. Scarface watched with a lurid expression, running her fingers through the pool of liquid that Shrimp had leaked onto the sheets, despite being relatively small by Polar standards she could really produce a lot of it.

She lifted herself off Schaffer, strands of her excitement trailing from her lips to his, his red cheeks stained with it as she looked down at him with a satisfied expression. She hadn't finished, so he had to assume that she had more planned for them, his suspicions were confirmed as she took the now exhausted Shrimp by the scruff of her neck again and threw her onto her back.

Scarface crouched over her, that same predatory look in her eye that Schaffer so recognized, and he started to feel a little concerned for the younger female. She was already so overwhelmed, but she didn't complain as the huntress loomed over her, Scarface wetting her pink lips as she played her eyes over Shrimp's trembling form. Her large hands roamed down towards the Polar's hips, gripping them as she leaned closer and her furry cheeks brushed Shrimp's inner thighs, the little alien's expression changing to one of anticipation as she realized that Scarface was going down on her.

The huntress really was raunchy when she was drunk, Schaffer watched as she buried her face between the quivering legs of her quarry, Shrimp's blue eyes widening as the older female's tongue vanished into her opening. He could see it buldge the poor creature's stomach, winding its way deeper inside her like some kind of fleshy, slimy appendage as its textured surface grazed her still tender walls.

Borealan tongues were somewhat rough, covered in dull barbs that they would have used to clean their fur were it not for the presence of modern amenities like showers, or the heated cauldrons that Schaffer had seen them bathing in back at their longhouse. It made oral sex intense, painful if the individual giving it was not skilled, but judging by the look on Shrimp's face as her partner delved deeper inside her she was well versed. It made Schaffer wonder where she had learned the skill, as antisocial and unusually selective of her mates as she was.

As he watched the two females, he felt something wrapping around his waist, soft and furry yet flexible and sinuous like a steel cable sheathed in velvet. It was Scarface's tail, and she dragged him towards her, her butt waving in the air like a giant peach as she kneeled before Shrimp. The little Polar was on her back, gasping and squirming, one eye closed as she rested her hands on her superior's head. The huntress pulled Schaffer to his feet, depositing him on the mattress as he planted his hands on her ass for balance, his fingers sinking an inch into her pliant fat.

She tugged him a little closer, his renewed erection brushing against her soft thigh, and he realized what she wanted from him. He pushed a couple of fingers between her cheeks and slid them down, encountering smooth, damp flesh as he parted her labia. Strands of her excitement clung to his digits, clear and syrupy as they linked them to her swollen sex, twitching as she waited for him to mount her.

Not wanting to disappoint, and goaded on by the sultry moans and soft cries of Shrimp as Scarface's impossibly long organ licked her in places that nobody should have been able to reach, he gripped the base of her tail and plunged into her slippery tunnel. There was a moment of resistance as he encountered her powerful muscles, but then he broke through, struggling to stay on his feet as the luxurious walls of flesh enveloped his manhood and sent a burst of pleasure crawling up his spine to dizzy him. Shrimp was as tight as a goddamned noose, but Scarface was tight in a different way. There was ample room for his human-sized member due to her exaggerated stature, but she was muscular to the core and her pelvic floor could grip and manipulate him as if it were a fist.

His body began to move of its own accord, he felt her passage pull and suck at him as if to draw him in, and he rolled his hips in the direction of the irresistable sensations as her damp flesh stroked the length of his shaft like so many questing tongues.

Shrimp was practically foaming at the mouth, she seemed so far away from him due to Scarface's eight foot height, but their eyes locked across the distance and Schaffer felt a sympathetic pang of pleasure deep in his loins. What must that feel like for her? That tongue was as long as his forearm and Shrimp was of a similar stature to him, Scarface would be able to reach all the way inside her to tease her most intimate depths with deft strokes of her slimy organ. There was all that mess lodged inside her too...the fluid that Scarface had used as lubricant before their coupling, the fresh load that Shrimp had fucked deep inside herself in her wanton abandon...

Scarface's tongue was roiling inside her, her saliva mingling with the lurid concoction, moving inside the twitching Polar like some kind of fat snake. She gripped Schaffer from behind with her tail, pulling him into her with more force than he could have mustered on his own, practically knocking the wind out of him as she slammed him deeper inside her hot passage. It was almost too much to stand, her loins wouldn't let him go, sticking to his skin as if an eager mouth were sucking at his throbbing erection. The tight walls of her vagina massaged him with all the dexterity and tenderness of fingers, Schaffer unsure whether her impeccable control over them was a conscious choice, or merely the instinctual spasms of a body in the throes of heat that was eager to recieve his seed.

He did his best to match the pace that she set, her ample butt and her meaty thighs quivering as he slammed into her, strings of her honeyed emissions leaking from her sodden mound to fall heavily to the mattresses below. He looked over her back, watching as her grip of Shrimp's hips increased, her fingers sinking into what fat the youth had as she worked between her thighs. The little Polar was thrashing around, biting her lower lip as if attempting to stave off the intense stimulation, her expression could have been mistaken for pain were it not for the way her lurid gaze tracked her ruthless partner as she was ravished by her tongue.

Scarface had kissed Schaffer with that tongue countless times, he knew its length and thickness well, it had damn near the girth of his own member yet it was soft and flexible. Her lips were pressed tight against Shrimp's rosy vulva, the cruel organ piled into her petite body as deep as it would go, probably with length to spare. He could see the saliva and lubricating juices leaking down Scarface's chin, Shrimp's eyes rolling back into her head and her lips pulling back to bare her gritted teeth, the huntress' skilled organ no doubt painting the inside of her sensitive tunnel and scouring every weak spot that she had.

Schaffer put his all into fucking Scarface, gripping the base of her tail in his hand, tugging it as he rocked his hips in the way that he knew the aliens liked. Her furry appendage still lingered, draped around his waist for encouragement, pulling him closer when he slammed his member into her slick hole to make their coupling harder and more violent.

She liked it rough and unforgiving, he couldn't imagine the scene were she partnered with a sizable male who was of a similar disposition, the titanic forces at play could break stone and bend steel. The aliens differed in anatomy compared to humans, while sex that was too deep and rough would have hurt a human woman, the Borealans seemed to crave it. It was as if there was a g-spot buried in their furthest reaches, perhaps some evolutionary adaptation designed to ensure a swift and sure fertilization, encouraging their partner to release as close to the womb as possible.

He felt his member jam against her insides, meeting resistance as she buried him to the hilt and he sank into her cushiony ass, her back arching and an appreciative shiver rolling down her spine. It translated into Shrimp, perhaps as an especially violent glance of her tongue, and the little alien doubled over and loosed a sharp yelp as she gripped Scarface's hair in her fists.

Schaffer felt the massive huntress' muscles clamp around him with renewed ferocity, drawing a surprised gasp from his own lips as they pressed around his twitching cock, his exposed glans pressing against the smooth flesh that marked the end of her passage. She gripped him in her tail and pulled him closer, his hands resting on her rump as she squeezed the air out of his lungs in her eagerness, trembling with barely contained arousal as her muscles massaged him in unforgiving waves that ran from the base of his cock to the tip.

She milked his orgasm out of him, with a speed and force that surprised him, he didn't even have time to prepare for it as her powerful walls drew his emission from him. He felt as if someone was pulling a knotted rope out of him, he scarcely had time to take a gasping breath before a fresh surge of blinding pleasure spread through his body, and his aching muscles pumped more of his emission into her. He was on autopilot, his conscious mind taking a back seat to his animal lust as he thrust and ground his hips against his shivering partner, the mess they had created together leaking from her twitching opening to spill onto the mattress in fat globs as the pressure forced it out. He doubled over like he had been punched in the gut, wrapping his arms around her hourglass waist and burying his face in the small of her back, his legs buckling as he flooded the depths of her quivering loins with his ejaculate. This climax was as strong and copious as the first, hitting her insides with enough force that it made her shudder, her spine arching as she raised her rear reflexively as if leveraging gravity so that his hot fluids poured into her. Her tail still held him, lodged inside her with no way to pull out if he had wanted to, blinding pleasure sapping his strength as if she was extracting his very life force from his aching body with every throb of his erection.

As he lay slumped over her butt, he looked down at Shrimp through the haze of his euphoria, his friend covering her face with her fluffy hands as she rocked and bucked. It appeared that Scarface's cruel attentions had pushed her over the edge too, adorable squeeks escaping the shuddering creature's lips as she tried to suppress her vocalizations and failed. Her spine rose off the bed as Scarface remained locked between her legs, continuing her licking and mouthing to prolong Shrimp's wracking orgasm as much as she could, Schaffer feeling her start to come too as she wrung out the last of his emission.

Her massive body shook and quaked, and she released him from her hold, letting him fall back to land on the mattress as she dropped to her belly and plunged a hand desperately between her damp thighs. She rubbed her mound almost robotically, resting her head on Shrimp's stomach, her furry face matted with the young Polar's fluids as she got herself off.

Shrimp stroked her hair gently, recovering from her own climax as she lay on the bed, Schaffer's member bouncing in the air as he watched them. Scarface crawled up to lie beside Shrimp on the bed as she recovered, taking the younger female in her arms and burying her face in her bosom.

The two of them lay locked together, wallowing in their post-coital euphoria, stray sparks of pleasure tickling their senses as the occasional aftershock pierced the haze. Schaffer could hear Scarface purring contentedly, it was as much noise as he had ever heard her make.

Sensing that their human companion might be feeling left out, she lifted him off the mattress with her dexterous tail, depositing him between her and Shrimp as the huntress caught him in her long arms and pressed her cleavage around his head. Schaffer followed suit, delving his fingers into the Polar's silky fur and resting his head in the nape of her neck. Shrimp's excited shivering soon subsided, as it was almost impossible to stay awake under such circumstances, her exhaustion and her satisfaction getting the better of her as her body relaxed and she started to breathe deeply.

Schaffer listened to the rhythm of Shrimp's heart, feeling Scarface's warm breath blowing on him from above, letting sleep take him as the three friends lay together and the snow hammered on the windows outside.

CHAPTER 6 -- CLEAR SKIES

Riya stood at the door of the outpost, looking out through the porthole at the mountains of snow that the storm had deposited the previous night, the air was clear now and she could see one wing of her shuttle protruding from the powder as the vessel lay almost on its side. Schaffer arrived from the corridor behind her, already pulling on his environment suit, fastening the seal on one of his gloves as he marched towards her. He came to a stop beside her, tapping the suit monitor on his wrist to check the battery charge as she waited patiently.

"The storm has blown over," he said, "looks like we can get outside now and dig up your shuttle. Think it'll be ok? I can't imagine that it would have taken any damage, as long as the engine intakes were closed so that no melted snow could leak inside, and I doubt you need me to remind you of that."

"It's a combat dropship," Riya replied as she began pulling on her own suit, dancing on the spot as she shuffled inside the tight-fitting garment. "Or at least that was its original purpose before they tasked me with being a glorified delivery service, I doubt the weight of the snow will have done the chassis any damage but I'd better give her a once-over to be sure before I risk taking off."

Schaffer nodded as she zipped up her environment suit and twisted on her helmet, there was a hiss of air as it pressurized.

"That reminds me," she said, "how are you planning on digging it out? It must be buried under two or three feet of snow at least. Won't that take all day?"

"Not with a little help from my friends," he replied as he grinned at her through his open face plate. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled, then waited for a moment, and before long half a dozen of the furry Polars were crowding the hallway behind him.

"That'll do it," she laughed, then gestured to the reinforced metal door. "After you..."

Knowing that the door would be stuck fast due to the snow that had piled on the other side, Schaffer waved forth Zagza, the enormous male taking a moment to greet Riya with a sort of Eskimo kiss that left a wet smear on her visor as his nose rubbed against it. She didn't speak their language and so she couldn't tell the alien to keep it casual, her face reddening as it brought back memories of their encounter the day before, and he stepped past her to take the door handle in his massive hand. He twisted it and grunted, jamming his broad shoulder against the metal, the humans stepping back to give him space as his claws scarred the deck. He heaved, forcing the door open and pushing back the pile of snow on the other side, much of it spilling into the hallway along with a gust of freezing air that stung like knives even through their insulated suits.

They marched out in single file, the humans sinking up to their knees in the crisp snow, the tall aliens wading through it with relative ease as they followed Zagza over to the delta wing that protruded from a snow drift like the mast of a sunken ship. When they arrived the Polars immediately began to dig, using their enormous hands like shovels and breaking patches of ice with their hard claws, the two humans soon abandoning their efforts to contribute as the Polars outpaced them. They stood aside and watched as the pack worked, slowly unearthing the buried vessel like it was some forgotten archeological structure on a dig. Schaffer chuckled to himself as he imagined them using the ends of their fuzzy tails like brushes to clean artifacts of dirt and debris.

They got it done remarkably quickly, it couldn't have taken them more than half an hour, and Zagza had even instructed them to clear a small area around the dropship as he knew more or less how it worked. They stood back to admire their handiwork, the navy blue hull of the vessel now almost completely clear of snow, but it still lay at an odd angle as it rested on the snow drift that it had originally crashed on. Zagza was hesitant to have his people attempt to right it for fear that it might fall on them, and so he deffered to Schaffer who walked up and down the length of the craft as he examined it.

"What do you think Riya, can you take off like this?"

"I still have to unload the cargo," she said as she walked up beside him, kneeling to get a better look at the landing gear that lay partially submerged. "I think the best option will be for me to idle the engines for a while, see how much of the snow I can melt with the thrusters, then take off and attempt a proper landing nearby."

"Yeah, if you can melt most of that drift and get the wings mostly level, you shouldn't have too hard a time getting into the air again."

"She's a little bottom heavy because of the crates in the hold," Riya mused, "but I reckon I can get her righted. I don't see any damage to the airframe, I'll do an engine and hull integrity check once I'm inside, make sure she hasn't sprung any leaks. Have your friends keep their distance, unless you want to see what a steamed Polar looks like."

Schaffer waved the pack back to a safe distance as Riya lowered the landing ramp and struggled inside, making her way to the cockpit and getting seated. Schaffer could see her moving around through the cockpit windows as she flipped switches and pressed buttons, a loud whine emanating from the ship's engines as they came to life. She turned on the thrusters, keeping them at low power so as not to actually lift the craft, jets of blue flames appearing under the wings and belly of the dropship as the snow beneath began to melt under the heat. It created steam as the water vaporized, clouds of it billowing out from under the ship, Riya careful not to melt it away so quickly that she simply dropped.

Under normal circumstances landing in snow was not a problem, the intense heat of the thrusters would burn away a level surface upon which the vessel could set down safely, but it was the wind that had caught her and had dashed her against the drift before her engines had gotten a chance to do their work.

Slowly the dropship started to right itself, leveling out as the drift shrank, until it looked as if she might be steady enough to attempt a take off. Riya fired the main engines briefly, ensuring that their internal workings had not been frozen. The low temperatures of space were one thing, but having water seep into the engine and then freeze was quite another, if it somehow reached any of the electronics it could cause a catastrophic short-circuit. Everyhing seemed fine though, and Schaffer watched as the thrusters flared more brightly and the vessel began to rise off the ground. She was using manual controls, he could see the intensity of the flames changing as she did her best to control her pitch and roll, the craft slowly drifting right to avoid what was left of the snow pile.