The Rask Rebellion

Ben began to knead with the heels of his hands, like a baker rolling out a piece of dough, Lozka so tough that he could apply as much pressure as he wanted without hurting her. Her clawed toes curled with every stroke, his hands gliding on her wet fur, so much so that he wouldn't even have needed to use massage oil. It was so thin and smooth that it felt closer to bare skin than anything that he would describe as fur, he could scarcely distinguish the individual hairs beneath his fingertips.

It wasn't hard to find the different muscle groups, he could see them through her velvet coat, its shine helping to pick them out. She was so lean, but that wasn't to say that she had no body fat, it was just concentrated in some very...specific places. He felt muscles and tendons flexing and shifting as he worked on her sloping trapezius, sliding his hands from the base of her neck to the tops of her arms.

"I've never seen her so relaxed!" Mizi whispered, watching his fingers dig deep into Lozka's tissue. "Not since our visit to the hot spring, at least."

Ben located a troublesome knot between her shoulder blades, applying pressure with his thumb. The Araxie moaned as if to illustrate Mizi's point, a low rumble that sounded almost like a growl giving Ben pause, Mizi's feathers flushing an alarmed shade of yellow.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, taking his hands off her silky coat for a moment.

"A little," Lozka mumbled, "but it is a good pain. Please, Commander...continue."

He could feel her tension building as he resumed his rubbing, Lozka's body going as stiff as a board, then sinking back down like a deflating pool toy as he eased out the knot. She almost seemed like a different person, her prior stoicism forgotten. The steady hands that could put a crossbow bolt between an enemy's eyes at a hundred yards were now trembling, her keen senses so distracted that she likely wouldn't have noticed the clumsiest Rask on the planet trying to sneak up on her. She could stand as still as a statue for hours at a time while stalking her prey, but she could scarcely lift herself from the deck now, the pleasure sapping her strength.

A sharp gasp escaped Lozka's lips as he slid his hand downwards, her spine arching, her rump rising into the air like a housecat having its back scratched. Having located some pressure points, he began to work the tightness and stress out of them, the tension melting from her muscles as an aching pleasure that bordered on pain flooded through her.

Encouraged, Ben drove the heel of his hand deep into her tissue, following the channel of her spine towards her lower back, pausing every now and then to massage some of the more problem areas with his fingers. The two columns of muscle to either side of it were full of knots caused by stress and tension, and he began to work them out as he slowly moved lower. He could feel her relief in the way that she twitched and sighed, the sweet ache alleviating her discomfort. As much as the high gravity had sculpted her body into a work of art, he could feel the strain that it had put on her muscles.

He arrived at the spot just above the two dimples near the base of her tail, skirting the hem of her tight shorts as he dug deeper. Just like between her shoulders, the muscle here was taut and inflexible, full of hard knots that begged for relief.

He switched back to the heel of his hand, leaning all of his weight on her back like someone about to perform CPR. Her reaction was immediate and powerful, her muscles tensing beneath her satin fur, shivers rolling up her spine as he soothed aches and pains that must have been bothering her for years. He made slow circles, pushing deep into her trembling tissue.

"I'm getting a little jealous now," Mizi admitted, shuffling closer to Ben as she watched his hands slide across Lozka's velvet coat. Her feathers flashed pink as her companion loosed a low, sultry moan, her long tail curling into a spiral. "Can you...do that for me sometime?"

"I can try," he chuckled. "I'm kind of feeling my way around the muscle groups here, they seem familiar enough."

There was a large web of muscle connecting Lozka's prehensile tail to her body, far more extensive and developed than he would have expected. It provided her with a lot of leverage, she could probably use it to lift her own bodyweight. As he began to work at it, Lozka loosed another rumbling purr of encouragement, the power of coherent speech seeming to escape her.

"It's like she's in a trance," Mizi whispered, her eyes fixed on Lozka's glistening body as every muscle in her back appeared to flex. "Keep going!"

Ben dug his fingers deeper, scratching the area where her tail joined to the rest of her body. It must be rich in nerve endings, an erogenous zone, judging by the way that her powerful thighs were rubbing together. The Araxie squirmed, her body dancing beautifully beneath the light strips, her shiny coat taking on the quality of vinyl in their artificial glow.

Unable to resist any longer, he hooked his fingers around her belt, the Araxie raising her firm ass into the air as her hands darted down to fumble with the buckle. When it was loose, he tugged the leather garment down, struggling to get it over her round cheeks. It clung to her so tightly, like a second skin. She wore nothing beneath it, revealing a butt like a pair of beach balls being pressed together, the ample cheeks dimpled with muscle. He couldn't help but delve his fingers into one of them, all pretense of massage forgotten. The fat layer that gave her such a full figure was wonderfully soft and yielding, the firm tissue that lurked beneath it as springy as rubber.

As he slid his hand down to her stout thighs, he found that they were much the same. There was a sheath of husky fat that made her irresistible to the touch, the underlying muscles like bundles of steel suspension cables. There was so much power packed into her body that it was a little intimidating. No wonder she could leap so high in this debilitating gravity. If she had wanted to, she could probably have crushed a UNN combat helmet between her thighs like an empty soda can.

He couldn't see what he was doing, feeling his way along, Lozka sighing as his fingers slid against the damp fur between her legs. This wasn't sweat, it was thicker, stickier. He could feel the warmth that she was radiating, like she was smuggling a space heater down there, his fingertips brushing something hot and slimy. It felt like silk that had been soaked in syrup, her juices quickly coating his digit, making it slide against her wet flesh. She gasped as he located an opening, slipping inside her, her loins clamping down on the end of his finger like a trap.

Mizi noticed his surprised expression, her plumage turning a deep pink.

"Gosh, is she that strong?" the Valbaran asked, more focused on Ben than Lozka's twitching body now.

"Feels like a fist has hold of me," he mumbled, Mizi giggling gleefully.

"Yeah, but imagine what that will feel like when it's wrapped around your..."

His face burned, the little reptile snickering behind her hand. He had been expecting the feline to be looser than Mizi simply due to their vast difference in size, but that wasn't very apparent right now.

Lozka pushed back against his digits, yearning to take him deeper. Ben obliged, sliding a second finger inside her passage, her muscular insides rippling around them. Her copious fluids dripped down his hand, warm and gooey, matting the silky fur on her puffy lips. The massage had her practically drooling, she was so hot that it was almost alarming.

Remembering how sensitive the base of her tail was, he reached up to scratch it, moving his fingers in and out of her at the same time. It was a struggle, her pillowy walls seeming to seal around them, creating a lurid squelching sound. She arched her spine, throwing her head back, her flexibility impressing him once again.

"There!" Lozka growled, a shudder passing through her magnificent body as he dug his fingers into her lower back. "To think that humans can do these things with their hands..."

"Having no claws has its benefits," Mizi added, shooting him a grin. She reached out to stroke Lozka's thigh, seeming to enjoy its texture, the sweat literally dripping from the Araxie now. "She's so soft," she muttered, "and wet..."

Lozka pushed her face into the mattresses as Ben upped the pace, giving her tail a yank, watching the muscles along her spine bulge. He tugged it a little harder, her sharp talons tearing into the fabric like a cat with a scratching post, her loins crushing his digits together to the point that it was almost painful.

The Araxie couldn't use their fingers in this way, not without tearing themselves apart from the inside, their claws were just too sharp. Unlike the cats of Earth, they didn't seem to be able to retract them. Ben had an idea, beginning to curl his digits, stroking the roof of Lozka's tunnel. She loosed a comely whine in response, rewarding him with another powerful squeeze of her pelvic floor muscles.

Ben noted that one of Mizi's hands had vanished between her thighs, the little alien rubbing herself through her suit as she watched her companion writhe and buck. Her feathers were erect, a solid shade of pink, the displays on her forearms bathing the surrounding area in a rose-tinted glow.

Ben couldn't hold back any longer, not with her glistening, sinewy body dancing on the mattresses before him. Not with her loins sucking on his finger with such lurid intent. He struggled to withdraw his digit from her twitching passage, finding that it was coated in a glaze of her colorless juices, dripping from his finger with the consistency of honey. Lozka peered back at him, her shoulders rising and falling with her labored breathing, those green eyes drawing him in.

"Would you...lie on your back?" he stammered. She thought of him as her Alpha, she would obey any command that he gave her, but the concept still made him feel strange enough that he preferred to just ask politely.

She did as he requested, flipping over onto her back, her breasts bouncing with the motion. Her eyes followed his hands eagerly as he pulled her shorts the rest of the way down, her clawed toes flexing as the leather garment passed her feet, Ben tossing them aside. She rose to a sitting position, supporting herself with her hands, her abs bulging from her velvet coat with the effort. Araxie couldn't blush, but her lids were heavy, her jet-black lips parted as she caught her breath. Her legs were pressed together, Ben placing a hand on one of her knees, parting them gently.

Her inner thighs were matted with her fluids, sticking to her fine coat in clinging webs, glistening under the lighting strips. Between them was a pair of thick lips, swollen with lust, coated in the same thin layer of silky fur. He watched, his breath catching in his throat as a glittering droplet of her excitement dripped from between them, falling to the mattress below. Her mound tapered into the beginnings of her abs, so smooth that it looked hairless, but he knew that wasn't actually the case.

Ben lurched suddenly, Mizi placing her hands on his left shoulder as she leaned over to get a better look, her powerful tail coiling around his waist affectionately.

"Are you just going to admire her?" she giggled. "Stop staring and get in there, I know from personal experience that she's going to enjoy it."

"What are you, my coach?" he mumbled.

Lozka reached down, parting her puffy labia with two of her clawed fingers, Ben and Mizi going silent as she exposed her rosy flesh. It contrasted so starkly with her onyx fur, drawing their eyes magnetically, the sheen of fluid that coated her delicate folds shining under the lighting strips. Ben's heart seemed to stop in his chest as her emerald eyes met his, her sultry gaze conveying a silent invitation.

"Y-you're beautiful," he mumbled, his heart pounding in his ears.

"I consider you my packmates," Lozka purred. Her earlier confidence was returning now that she was no longer on the defensive, those green eyes bewitching him, seeming to glow when they caught the light. "An Araxie pack shares everything. Their successes, their failures, their love. My body is yours, and yours are mine."

Ben and Mizi shared a glance, his face almost the same hue as her erect feathers.

"Two heads are better than one," Mizi said, rising to nuzzle his cheek.

They shuffled closer, Lozka's legs parted wide enough that they could both kneel between them with room to spare. Mizi rubbed her dull snout against one of the feline's thighs, running her hand across her fur, seeming to enjoy its smooth texture. The limb dwarfed the diminutive Valbaran, there was probably as much mass in Lozka's thigh as there was in Mizi's entire body.

Ben drew nearer to her loins, her feminine scent mingling with the blackberry aroma of her soap, making his mouth water. He placed a hand on her inner thigh, finding the fur there soaked with her desire, pulling away to see it clinging to his fingers in thin strands. His erection strained against his suit, arousal seeming to roll over his brain like a fog, muddling his thoughts as though he were drunk.

He felt a pressure around his waist, glancing down to see that Mizi's tail was gripping him again, its tapered tip sending a pulse of pleasure through him as it pressed against his bulge through their suits.

"Use your tongue, like you did for me," the little reptile whispered. "I want to see how she reacts." She paused to nibble his earlobe with her pointed teeth, her warm breath washing over him.

Lozka reached down to cup his cheek in her palm, her velvet fur brushing against his skin, warm and slightly damp. She stroked him with the fleshy pad on her thumb, a shiver rolling down his spine as he was subjected to the attentions of both companions. Mizi nuzzled against his neck, her scales as smooth as glass, while Lozka guided him closer.

Before he knew it, her loins were an inch from his nose. They were larger than a human's, but her anatomy was more familiar than Mizi's had been. As she spread herself apart, he could see what must be a clitoris peeking out from beneath a hood of skin, her opening flexing in anticipation.

Unable to hold back any longer, he leaned in to plant a kiss on her mound, teasing her. Her massive body flinched as his tongue darted out to sample her, dragging across her damp fur. The salt of her exertion pricked his taste buds, chased by the sour hint of her excitement, the texture of her coat more apparent beneath his lips. He crawled them up to her inner thigh, mouthing as he went, feeling her muscles tighten in response. God, they were so firm, so powerful, like stone that had been polished to a shine.

He returned to her glistening womanhood, kissing it as he would a lover, his lips meeting hers as he dragged his tongue between her labia. Her flesh was like pleated silk, Ben losing himself in his desire as he traced every delicate fold, her juices dripping from his chin.

Lozka rolled her head back, baring her teeth, Mizi watching excitedly as a shudder passed through the feline's body.

"P-Patriarch's bow!" Lozka growled, Ben feeling her clawed fingers delve into his hair. "How can it be so s-smooth?"

As Mizi leaned in to get a closer look, the light panels on her forearms lit up the area between Lozka's legs in a pink glow, picking out every drop of moisture. In this light, it seemed as though everyone and everything was blushing. Ben felt her cool scales brush against his left cheek, pausing his doting licking to glance at her.

"Room for one more?" she asked, her pointed tongue sliding past her lips to lick a droplet of Lozka's fluids from the corner of his mouth. He felt a sudden surge of desire, running his hand along the side of her scaly snout, bringing her in for a clumsy kiss. Their tongues batted against one another, their mismatched lips struggling to lock, her mouth cool when compared to the burning heat of Lozka's loins. His lips were slimy with the Araxie's juices, but she didn't seem to care, her feathers brushing against Lozka's thigh as the two embraced between them.

They broke off, their lips still joined by what might be their saliva or Lozka's excitement, it was impossible to tell. She peered at him with those violet eyes, reaching up to unfasten the clasp on the collar of her pressure suit.

"Don't keep her waiting," she cooed, "even a huntress' patience must have its limits. I gotta get this suit off before I ruin it."

Not needing to be told twice, he delved his tongue back into the Araxie's loins, feeling her stout thigh quiver as the sensation made her growl like a lion. The sound no longer intimidated him, he had begun to associate it with pleasure, with her enjoyment.

He painted her burning vulva, mouthing and kissing affectionately, pouring his desire for her into every stroke. One of his hands roamed up to rest on her belly, her taut muscles flexing beautifully with every lick, her abs seeming to rise from beneath her velvet fur to meet him. He delved the other between the mattress and her rump, filling his palm with her butter-soft flesh, digging his fingers deep into her ample rear until they met the resistance of her springy muscle. How he had admired her shapely butt through those absurdly tight shorts. Now that they were off, he held nothing back, mauling her velvety cheek as though the opportunity might somehow escape him.

"Have you so desired me...all of this time?" Lozka gasped. "You had only to ask, Commander, and I would have...made myself...available to you."

"You should have seen him in the hot spring," Mizi giggled, sliding her suit down to her waist to expose her tube top as she sat beside him. "I've caught him admiring you so many times when he thought that nobody was looking. Being able to run his hands all over your soaking-wet body, but trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism..." She chuckled to herself, pausing to smirk at him. "I thought his head might explode."

His continued attentions were all the reply that Ben felt was needed, Lozka watching him from high above, her eyes losing their focus as he pushed the tip of his tongue into her twitching opening. Those steely muscles gripped him through the pillowy flesh of her insides, fortunately too slippery to get a grip.

Mizi seemed to have developed a taste for her feline companion, her cheek sliding against Ben's as she pushed closer, her scaly snout jostling for space. Ben moved over a little, giving her more room, Lozka's claws digging into the mattress beneath her as the reptile's pink tongue darted forth. It was so small, but its rapid flicking got a big reaction, the Araxie moaning as Mizi's organ tickled her vulva.

She roved lower as Ben moved higher, there was plenty of space for both of them due to Lozka's stature. Her pink feathers brushed against his face, the delicate strands becoming damp as they slid against Lozka's dripping loins, her headdress getting in his way. He tried to brush it aside gently, finding that the long, layered plumes provided very little resistance.

"Sorry," Mizi giggled, angling her head in an attempt to get them out of his way. "It's involuntary."

Lozka didn't seem to mind, gasping as Mizi's colorful feathers stroked her thighs, another moan of pleasure escaping her black lips as they glanced her tender sex. Ben resumed his work, soon encountering something firm and smooth. It was her clitoris, the bud of engorged flesh about the size of a marble, Ben sealing his lips around it. Lozka froze up, almost as though she was afraid to move, Mizi glancing up at her to see what was happening. Ben applied a gentle suction, drawing it out from beneath its hood, Lozka's spine arching as he glanced it with his tongue.