Spark the Runner Ch. 05

"Overall, I believe we treat them like large, furry, humanoid paramours, with slightly sandpapery tongues. I presume they will keep their claws velveted during relations."

"Be prepared to heal us, just in case they don't," Spark commented.

"Guess we just play it as it lays," Okami observed. "Maybe find out what sex between them is like, before we jump into the deep end. We kind of didn't get a chance to pursue it at the party... And I'll get it.." This last was in response to the door chiming. It was, as suspected, Leeanni with Sruulan and Meesha.

Greetings! Okami thought to them as she invited them to enter. Welcome to our humble abode.

Both Sruulan and Meesha smiled slightly as they entered. Like with Okami, a smile which bared their fangs... even slightly... could be unnerving. Spark and Tonya, however, were used to it.

Is this representative of Solarian décor? Sruulan asked as he looked around.

The environment isn't an exact match, Spark explained, but the décor is. The Crescians set up these apartments before our arrival, based on their research. They were pretty close, though we've made a few adjustments to make it truly like home.

It certainly seems comfortable, Sruulan told him by way of explanation. Sized to fit, a bit plush, subtle lighting and so forth...

Most of the bipedal creatures we deal with on Earth, and mostly on Mars as well, range between 1.5 to 2.1 meters, Tonya told him. Therefore, our furnishings are generally designed to accommodate that range. Most seating, for example, is adjustable as are desk heights and so forth. There are three bedchambers, one for each of us, but the beds are overlarge and we often sleep together. The separate rooms give us privacy when we need it.

Is that a food preparation area? Meesha asked, gesturing.

Yes, Okami answered. We call it a kitchen. And since I'm completely blowing whatever etiquette there's supposed to be, can I get you something to eat or drink?

The two Regulans looked at each other for moment before Sruulan answered.

Yes, actually. Something to drink would be fine, he told them. We noticed at the party that there were beverages labelled as Solarian in both the inebriating and non-inebriating categories. Unfortunately, we didn't get an opportunity to sample them.

Well, I did, Tonya smiled. The Regulan ones, that is. If you do not mind slightly inebriating, you had a fermented plant-based drink called Shlith'n. Our equivalent would be a fruit wine, one of several flavors.

That sounds intriguing, Meesha decided. I would like to sample some of your fruit wine.

I've got this, Okami told the group. Why don't our guests have a seat at the table? I'll bring out the wine and some snacks while we relax from a rather hectic day.

That is when Leeanni excused herself.

I don't want to seem rude, Lizzie, and... I need to get going. I have another meeting I have to be at. Just send for me when your guests are ready to go back to their quarters and I will come get them.

That is not a problem, Leeanni, Tonya told her. I hope you enjoy your night.

Thank you, Leeanni told her and headed for the door, letting herself out.

Everyone else just headed for the table, where Tonya made sure Sruulan was next to her and Meesha was next to Spark. Okami, when she came out of the kitchen, could pick either end, but one would put her between Sruulan on one side and Meesha on the other.

Please follow my lead, husband, Tonya sent to Spark over the microband transceivers.

You may have noticed that it is the custom of Solarian humans to wear protective clothing when socializing, she told the Regulans. It has become an intrinsic part of human culture, where even the style of dress and materials used can signify social status, or mating availability, or any number of other subtle clues about the person so adorned.

Okami, being a Canilupe, does not have those kinds of strictures. She uses clothing for the practical purposes of carrying things, and for protection on the rare occasion when it is needed. When we are at rest in our own quarters, my husband and I usually divest ourselves of the superfluous, unless we are expecting to entertain guests. I am going to surmise by your mode of attire that you will not be offended if Jamie and I undress.

Certainly not, Sruulan answered, and Spark thought he detected a slight pique in interest on both the Regulans' parts. We are not 'on stage' at the moment, and would expect you to relax as you see fit, especially in your own abode.

Thank you! Tonya beamed. Husband? she asked, rising. Would help me with my zipper?

Spark knew full well she didn't need any help, but it gave her a chance to show off and he decided that showing off was a very good idea at the moment. In fact, he realized that once he was done "helping" her, he should do a little showing off himself. He stepped in behind her and fiddled with the clasp and zipper a bit, giving Tonya a chance to position herself to best advantage before he slowly peeled off the dress.

Spark knew he could feel their guests' interest rise, about the same time he realized Tonya was emitting some kind of subtle set of pheromones -- because they were getting to him, too, and he was starting to get hard. He kept removing her dress until it fell to the floor and she stepped free of it, when she turned to look at him, smile and think to him, thank you.

You're quite welcome, dear, he told her as he loosened his trousers and proceeded to strip. There wasn't any hiding the partial erection, and he didn't bother to try. The room was comfortably warm already, and soon he was picking up and folding his clothes. Tonya had already folded hers and set them aside. Spark followed suit.

As Tonya and Spark were sitting back down, Okami came out with a tray which she placed in the center of the table. On it were three bottles, eight glasses and some cut up cheese cubes and crackers.

I have three wines here, she explained. One is called cherry, one is called apple and the last is called plum. I thought I could pour a glass of each and let our guests decide which they would prefer. For us, I know I prefer the plum, Lizzie prefers the apple and Jamie prefers the cherry. So, we will each take a glass, which you can watch me pour, and drink first... so that you may be assured we mean no harm.

An interesting approach to any trust issues, Sruulan nodded, then watched as Okami did as she had indicated... poured each of the Solarians a glass from the relevant bottle. When all three were poured, the three raised their glasses to each other, Spark said "Sláinte" and all three took a deep draft of their particular drink.

Okami went about refilling their glasses and pouring three more -- one of each wine -- offering the glasses to their guests. Sruulan picked up the one nearest him, the cherry, sniffed it and took a tentative sip. He seemed to let it roll around on his tongue for a bit, before picking up the second glass, the apple, and doing the same thing while Meesha tried the first glass. Again, after considering the taste, he picked up the third glass, the plum, and tasted it while Meesha tried the apple. After Meesha had tried the plum, the two of them looked at each other for a long moment.

I believe I prefer that last one, Sruulan decided. It's a bit more robust and more to my taste.

I prefer the second one, Meesha offered. The apple. It is lighter and more to my taste.

Okami then put the two empty glasses in front of them and poured their preferred libation, while telling them, the little cubes are what we call cheese... it is the product of the coagulation of the milk protein casein. There are thousands of varieties produced on Earth. We only have a half a dozen here, but you are welcome to any or all of them... I have more in the kitchen. Whereas the wine is inebriating, the cheese isn't. We Solarians find they often go well together.

The Regulans showed their interest by indulging and the conversation turned to their respective homeworlds. The Regulans easily identified their equivalent of mammals, but indicated they didn't domesticate any. They hunted for a variety of meats, and did nurse their young, but hadn't developed the use of other animals' milk for food.

That led into a discussion of family structures, with the Solarians being more nuclear and the Regulans more extended, and the different types of occupations and related technologies. It had been almost an hour, with the discussion coming back to nudge sex on a frequent basis, when Tonya decided it was time. She began letting loose with more of her pheromonal and meta influences, until both Sruulan and Meesha were subtly squirming. Both Regulans were a bit tipsy.

You know, Meesha pointed out at one point, I believe your wine has some sort of aphrodisiacal effect on we Regulans.

Oh? Tonya asked. How so?

Well, to be crude about it, Meesha told her, looking directly at her, my nethers are very swollen and I am soaking wet. And I can smell Sruulan's excitement from here. I would bet he is well out of his sheath.

Tonya leaned back in her seat and looked over at Sruulan's groin. He wasn't trying to hide it.

About ten to fifteen centimeters, Tonya told Meesha as she straightened up. Is that a lot?

Enough to let me know he is probably as excited as I am, Meesha answered. I have no idea how you can not be affected.

Oh, but we are, Tonya thought back. But not by the wine so much as by you.

By us? Meesha looked as puzzled as a catlike face can look.

Oh, yes, by you, Tonya explained. The wine allows us to relax, to remove some inhibitions. But as a symbiote so heavily sensitive to libido, we have learned to control ourselves, lest we offend others. In this case, you and Sruulan are truly a challenge. We -- all three of us -- have been excited by your sensuality and sexuality from the moment we met you. It is quite a bit of an exercise, keeping our bodies in check. In fact, if you look at my husband's groin, I think you will find...

Tonya didn't finish her sentence. Meesha had leaned back and looked... and licked up a bit of drool that formed on her lips.

I see what you mean, she nodded, still staring at Spark's rather hefty erection. Can you also control the bristles?

We don't have bristles, Spark decided to tell her. Our Solarian feline males do, but not we humans.

I can see that would be an advantage, Meesha nodded, still looking. On our world, the only way to avoid the bristles is for the male to ingest a very rare plant ahead of time. Very inconvenient for them... much better for we females. Tonya looked at her for a long moment.

That would not, by any chance, be the terpenoid nepetalactone, would it?

I don't recognize that name, Meesha told her, but the image of the chemical construct you are sending me looks very familiar.

"Catnip," Tonya told the others aloud. Species Nepata Cataria, genus Nepata, family Lamiaceae... the terpenoid or isoprenoid is nepetalactone. It is a tranquilizer and muscle relaxant, she thought to the group. And on Earth, it grows like a weed.

Sruulan looked surprised and Meesha looked stunned.

Like a weed? Meesha echoed. As in, wild, invasive, prolific?

Very much like that, Tonya confirmed. To we humans, it is more of a nuisance than anything else.

Sruulan and Meesha looked at each other for several moments before Sruulan turned to the Solarians and told them, we believe we have just discovered another trade item...

A fact, of course, which Tonya had been counting on...

I am sorry that we do not have any catnip -- our name for it -- with us, she apologized. We were not aware it could have a beneficial effect for your females. Does it interfere with a male's prowess?

Not usually, Sruulan answered. If one takes too much, one can get drowsy and nod off. Generally, the inconvenience Meesha referred to is both its expense and the lack of spontaneity involved, since one would not want to waste it.

I believe, Tonya told him, and correct me if I am wrong, Jamie and Okami, that the power of our symbiote could possibly induce the same sort of state... where the male, or Tom to us, can experience the full range of sexual response, without manifesting the spikes. She looked over to Jamie and Okami.

Spark knew full well that Tonya's meta capabilities were so far off the charts, they couldn't be measured. So he figured, to himself, if she says so, then I'm not going to disagree. Okami seemed to come to the same conclusion.

I believe you are correct, wife, he told her so everyone could understand. Although we should probably test the theory using the triad, before engaging in individual relations.

The Regulans were obviously hooked.

What is involved in 'using the triad'? Meesha thought to them.

A whole lotta Wow!, Okami smiled. Tonya chimed in before the others could react.

You assume a comfortable, usually supine, position, we three join in both physically and metaphysically, and we channel our combined energies to you. If we have it right, you will experience perfect bliss... after a particularly violent and pleasurable set of orgasms.

Sruulan looked to Meesha, again, and after a moment turned back to the Solarians.

I am ready to experience this, he told them.

I am, also, Meesha added.

Then if you would come with us, we will use the central bedchamber, Tonya suggested. It should be more than adequate for our purposes.

* * * * *

Sruulan and Meesha were sprawled out, looking totally wasted. So were Spark and Okami.

Tonya was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the aftermath sporting a bemused, and curious, look.

They had started with their usual Om Mani Padme Hum routine, the three Solarians joining hands while their guests lounged on the bed. After making their point via a series of rather explosive orgasms, they'd let the Regulans calm down and joined them on the bed.

That's the power of our triad, Spark explained, and why we seem to be so popular. The only problem with it is, we aren't engaged with our paramours... some might say 'victims'. We really do like sharing touch... not to mention new and different feelings on the meta level as well.

Which is why, Tonya picked up, once you have recovered and refreshed yourselves, we would like to explore you... explore all your senses... and maybe learn new ways to share pleasure.

Plus, Okami grinned, I want to see if cats and dogs really can get along together!

Incredible... Sruulan moaned. I have never felt such intensity in my life!

Nor I, Meesha groaned. And to feel such pleasure without the pain at the end... I agree. Incredible...

As far as the pain goes, Tonya told her, we were pleased to note that even though Sruulan was experiencing multiple intense orgasms, including ejaculation, he did not manifest the 'bristly dick' you were worried about. That means we actually have the power to encourage intercourse without the pain. A Solarian version of catnip, as it were.

I will add 'amazing' to the list of adjectives, Sruulan commented, slowly sitting up and looking around. A bit of a mess, though...

We have that covered, Okami informed him. Previous experience with large volumes of bodily fluids has taught us a few things. For instance, under the sheets is a rubberized flannel pad. Sheets and pad come off for the laundry, a new set goes on, problem solved.

We presumed that since sex is important to the Crescians, Tonya added, and you were designated Trade Representatives, that if would follow that you were sensual and sexual creatures. We believe we are prepared for as sensuous an experience as you would like, without inconvenient trivia getting in our way.

If I may... Spark put in. I noticed, Meesha, that you exude a particularly strong musk, and quite a bit of what I am guessing is lubricant, when you are excited. I was wondering how you tasted and felt, in addition to your rather heady scent.

Her taste and scent are very attractive to we Toms, Sruulan interjected. Overwhelmingly so, sometimes.

Meesha seemed to blush a little, if a two meter bipedal feline covered in golden fur could blush.

The Toms have a rather biased opinion, she told the group. Although in this case, they are mostly correct. We females -- what you would call Queens -- occasionally help each other out, especially if we are having a very intense heat. And unlike sex with the Toms, it does not hurt. Based on what I have learned so far, my essence would most closely resemble the popular Solarian flower nectar.

Honey, Tonya offered. Actually made by insects called bees from flowers. Or parts of them.

Yes, honey, Meesha agreed. But with a bit of a bite, as if from certain Solarian fruit...

Citrus, Okami suggested. Lemons, limes, oranges and the like.

Yes, like that, Meesha agreed.

Would you mind if I tasted some for myself? Spark asked, with what might have been the universal inflection for Lechery. His smile rather helped, too. As did Meesha's.

Certainly, she answered with that disconcerting bare fanged grin. Do you have a preferred method?

Well, if you were human, Spark told her, I would ask you to lie on your back with your legs spread and let me settle down between them. But you seem more feline in your body structure, so I would suggest a sixty-nine, or doggy-style -- oh, sorry -- catty-style, all fours, whatever... with me underneath where I might lick you.

That sounds interesting, Meesha answered and Spark took that as his cue to move to the center of the bed and lie down on his back with his head toward the foot of the bed. Meesha followed suit and crawled up over him, turning so that she was presenting her nethers to his face.

Damn, she's exciting! Spark thought over their private line to Tonya. I don't think I'm going to need you for this one...

As you wish, husband, Tonya answered. I will be on 'stand-by'.

Reaching up, Spark took Meesha's hips in his hands and coaxed her down towards his mouth. Her scent was already making him a bit buzzed, on top of the wine, and he was guessing her taste was going to be phenomenal.

Remember that her clitoris is inside a bit, not out, Tonya's voice came over their implants. Spark didn't bother responding. It was just Tonya's way of being helpful. He did, however, decide to take advantage of the knowledge.

Drawing Meesha to his lips, he took several long licks between her vulva -- and was immediately entranced. Her copious natural lubrication did, indeed, resemble honey laced with lime. Tortuga Honey, he thought to himself. Damned good with rum... And since Meesha had appeared to like the licking, he decided some probing was in order.

"Meow" just doesn't cut it. The half-snarl, half-whimper that came out of Meesha when he found her clit and gave it a good tongue lashing was very strange and very exciting. Spark found her thrusting down onto his tongue, forcing him deep and almost smothering him. Involuntary response, he guessed. Probably good. So he slipped a couple of fingers up where he could diddle her while continuing to lick.