The Rask Rebellion

"What is that?" Mizi wondered, her scaly lips now shiny with the Araxie's fluids. "It's so sensitive."

Ben began to circle it slowly, a subdued chuckle coming from Lozka, almost as though she couldn't believe what was happening to her. He painted it with his tongue, teasing her with gentle flurries and doting strokes, trapping it between his lips. Mizi did her part, Ben feeling her snout brush against his chin as she mouthed and licked below him, her feathery headdress engulfing him like some kind of technicolor ruff.

"Do all aliens have such gentle tongues?" Lozka sighed, allowing herself to fall back to the mattress as they doted on her. She lay on her back, hips wider than the span of Ben's shoulders beginning to rise from the deck, thrusting gently against her crewmate's mouths. She couldn't keep still, lost in her fugue, Ben glancing up over her sodden mound to watch her abdominal muscles flex and her pert breasts wobble.

He slid a finger inside her, feeling that wonderful pressure bear down on him, caressing him in powerful waves. Lozka sucked in a gasp through gritted teeth, Mizi nuzzling at her inner thigh as she watched the feline quiver and mewl.

"I think she wants something...thicker," Mizi whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. She had removed her suit now, wearing only her underclothes, the spandex-like material clinging to her voluptuous figure. Ben paused his sucking, feeling something slithering between him and his reptilian companion. It was her tail, the fine mosaic of olive-green scales catching the light as it snaked towards Lozka's flushed loins. The appendage was indeed thicker than his finger at its tip, quickly growing, its circumference similar to that of the Valbaran's thigh at its base.

Lozka's head rose up to get a look at what was going on between her legs as Mizi pressed it against her vulva, wetting it with the Araxie's juices, the sensation no doubt unfamiliar.

"Let me know if it's too much," she said, Ben watching it rub between Lozka's lips. "You're a big girl," she added with an excited trill, "I think you'll be fine..."

She pushed the tip into the feline's opening, hot, wet flesh yielding before cool scales. Mizi's feathers flashed yellow, Ben leaning out of her way to avoid them.

"I see what you meant, Commander," she gasped. "She's so strong..."

He watched as another inch of Mizi's tail slid inside, Lozka's back rising from the deck as she arched her spine. Ben knew its texture well, it was cool and smooth, muscular yet fleshy. What must it feel like to have that thing worming its way inside her? He could see Mizi's muscles flowing beneath her scales, almost like a liquid, she must be stroking Lozka from within.

He reached out, wetting his thumb with Lozka's fluids and beginning to rub her clitoris, the new layer of sensation forcing another rumbling purr from deep within her throat. Every inch of Mizi's tail was thicker than the last, Ben watching, fixated by the sight of those glassy scales slowly vanishing.

"She's so much deeper than I am," Mizi mused, "I wonder how big their males are?" She reached over to guide Ben's lips down to hers, the two of them sharing another clumsy kiss, Lozka's scent still on their breath. "It's times like this I get a little jealous," she whispered, pausing to nuzzle his cheek. "She's going to feel so good for you."

"Is your tail...sensitive?" he asked, glancing at Lozka's writhing body.

"Not like you are," she replied, pressing a finger against the tip of his erection through his suit. He turned to watch as she began to thrust with her tail, driving the appendage deep into Lozka's reaches, the Araxie tearing more holes in the mattresses as she bucked. Her colorless fluids seeped around Mizi's scales, coating them, making her tail glide on its way in and out. The feisty little reptile reached up to grip the zipper on his suit, tugging it down, Ben quickly taking over. He shrugged the garment off, rising briefly to kick off the legs, then shed his shorts in kind.

He returned to Mizi's side, kneeling between Lozka's trembling thighs, his erection throbbing in the air as he watched their strange coupling drag on. Lozka was fucking Mizi's tail of her own accord now, the way that the appendage was twisting and undulating suggesting that she was teasing the Araxie's sensitive walls. It must feel like having a giant tongue sliding around in her depths.

"Are you close?" Mizi asked, wincing. "I have hollow bones, you know. I'd like my tail back once you're done."

"I-I am close," Lozka growled. Her spine rose from the mattresses again, droplets of hear sweat flying from her dark fur as she moved, sparkling like diamonds. "Just...a little more..."

Ben decided to stop rubbernecking, leaning in to plant a kiss on her mound. Lozka purred in response, the low rumbling making his teeth chatter. Her furry tail rose up from beneath her, coiling its way around Mizi's as though trying to prevent her from pulling out. It was thinner than the Valbaran's, more like that of a spider monkey, her jet-black fur contrasting with the reptile's green scales as it spiraled around it.

He crawled his lips down to her loins, his chin brushing Mizi's tail. There was just enough space left for him, Ben dragging his tongue across Lozka's engorged clitoris, the feline gritting her teeth as a fresh wave of pleasure tore through her. Encouraged by her reaction, he drew it between his lips, beginning to lick it gently as Mizi's pace increased.

Lozka was lost in her own world now, only gasps and moans escaping her lips, one of her forearms covering her sensitive eyes as she squirmed on the deck. She was putting off so much heat, it was incredible, sweat pouring from her silky coat as though she had just come in from the rain. The way that her wet body reflected the light as she danced made her look like she had been dunked into a vat of crude oil, Ben pausing to watch the toned muscles in her belly tense as Mizi pushed ever deeper.

The Araxie seemed to freeze up, her hips rising from the mattress, her rapid quivering making the meat of her butt and thighs wobble. Ben pulled away, wiping her slime from his lips with the back of his hand, the beginnings of her climax manifesting as a pained whine.

She thrust into the air a couple more times, sucking in a labored breath with each desperate motion, then sagged back to the floor. The superhuman flexibility that she had displayed earlier manifested once more, her spine curving as she bent almost double, her sculpted muscles flexing beneath her damp fur. It was a beautiful sight to behold, her lithe body contorting as the waves of her orgasm washed over her, like someone had lit a fire beneath her. Every muscle seemed to shine as her soaking coat reflected the light, the parts of her body where her velvety fat collected rippling with every jolt, a hand rising to knead one of her own pert breasts.

Mizi eased out every last throb of bliss that she could, more of the feline's syrupy come leaking around her buried tail. As the burning heat of her passion began to cool, her taut muscles slowly relaxed, as though all of the tension was pouring from her body along with her sweat. She lay on the mattresses, the rapid rise and fall of her chest gradually slowing, the occasional jolt of residual pleasure disturbing her afterglow. Ben's eyes were drawn to her loins as Mizi withdrew, Lozka propping herself up on her elbows to watch, her eyelids fluttering as what must have been six or seven inches of tail sloughed out of her. It remained joined by a drooping web of her gelatinous juices, Mizi's pristine, waxy scales now sullied with clinging globs.

"Had I known that you were such generous lovers," Lozka mumbled, exhaling a long, contented sigh. "I might have acted sooner."
"Are you...done?" Ben asked, a hint of disappointment creeping into his voice. He had longed to make love to the Araxie, and it seemed that his chance might have been stolen from him by Mizi's surprisingly satisfying tail.

"Not nearly," Lozka purred, her emerald eyes flashing as she peered down at him. "Allow me a few moments to recover my strength, and I will repay your generosity in kind."

Ben swallowed, his eyes playing over her prone form in anticipation.

"Just enough time for my turn," Mizi cooed, Ben's attention drawn by a flutter of desirous pink. She reached up and shed her tube top, struggling to get it past her erect feathers, the perfect handfuls that were her breasts bouncing free. She struggled out of her shorts, Ben noting that the crotch was wet, flinging them across the troop bay.

He was on her before she had even had a chance to sit back down, tackling her light frame to the deck, Mizi cackling with glee as he peppered her slender neck with kisses. The two of them rolled around in a mock struggle, Mizi once again proving stronger than she looked, Ben ending up on his back as she straddled him. She laughed breathlessly, nuzzling his cheek with her scaly snout, Lozka smiling warmly as she watched them playfight.

Mizi brought her tail into arm's reach, running a hand across it, scooping some of the clinging fluid from her scales. Her palm now slimy with Lozka's love, she brought it down to Ben's member, burying him in her gooey fist as she sat on his thighs.

"Lozka has enough to spare, don't you think?" she whispered. She watched him with a smirk as he swelled between her fingers, her delicate scales drenched in warm slime, some of it leaking down his shaft as she squeezed. She began to pump slowly, Ben's eyes closing of their own accord, his hips rising as he thrust into her fist.

"She is creative, this one," Lozka said as she propped herself up on her elbow to watch them.

"I know my way around our human by now," Mizi replied with a salacious flutter of pink plumage. "Watch this."

She brought her knees up to his belly, her frame light enough that she could sit atop him without causing any discomfort, pressing his now slick member against her belly. She enclosed it between her thighs, pressing them together tightly, enveloping his aching cock in her doughy flesh. Their inner surface was so smooth, coated in beige scales, a jolt of pleasure surprising him.

"First, you're going to fuck my thighs," she chirped. "Then, you're going to fuck me."

"I thought I was in charge here?" he joked, Mizi squeezing her legs together to drive a gasp from his lips.

"That's more Lozka's thing," she replied with a smirk. "Where I come from, we're a little more...assertive with our boys."

Mizi began to rub her thighs together, the slippery residue that clung to his skin making them slide around his shaft. He wouldn't have expected it to feel this good. Her scales were as soft as silk, her flesh molding around his length, the muscles beyond it massaging him. Not wanting to let an opportunity to grope the Valbaran go to waste, he ran his hands up her legs, sinking his fingers into her voluptuous figure. She cooed happily as he cupped her butt, kneading her soft cheeks, running one of them beneath her tail. Mizi seemed to enjoy the sensation, shivering contentedly as he weighed the appendage in his hand. The other slid up her torso, Ben feeling her abs flex beneath his palm. Her skin was damp with moisture, like someone had misted her with a spray bottle. Some of it was probably Lozka's sweat, the idea making him even harder.

She brought a three-fingered hand to his wrist, her feather sheath coiling around his forearm like a tentacle as she guided it up to one of her pert breasts. All too happy to oblige, he sank his digits into her flesh, watching it deform and spill around them like batter. He cupped it, squeezing it gently, the supple globe the ideal size to fill his hand. He felt her nipple press into his skin, the feathers on her sheath erupting in a display of aroused pink, still spiraled around his forearm.

"Would you say that my size is a little more...convenient than that of our furry friend?" she asked, a shiver passing through her as he gave her boob another firm squeeze. She responded in kind, pressing his erection between her thighs, Ben wincing as what felt like two silk pillows wrapped around him.

"Yeah, but you won't be allowed to ride most rollercoasters," he replied.

"I don't know what that means," she snickered. "The only Earth thing I've ridden so far is you."

"Does Valbaran mating usually involve this much talking?" Lozka asked. Mizi began to laugh, planting her hands on Ben's chest as she leaned more of her insubstantial weight on him.

"I think the huntress is all out of patience," she whispered. That was Ben's cue to grip her by the hips, finding them just as plump as her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She chirped in surprise as he lay her on the mattress, her feathers flashing pink and yellow. He was so used to the displays now that he scarcely had to think about what they meant, they were as natural to him as any other kind of body language.

"Wait, I want you to do it like this," she said as she rose to her knees. Lozka was sitting a foot away from them, Mizi shuffling closer, parting her stout thighs. "Sorry, Loz," she began with an excited giggle. "You're just so much more comfortable than these mattresses."

She lay atop the Araxie, using her as a bench, her knees on the deck as she rested her upper body on Lozka's stomach. She draped her arms around her waist, so short that they scarcely reached over her sides, nuzzling the satin fur of her torso affectionately. Lozka welcomed her, stroking her scaly back with a hand that was large enough to encompass the reptile's entire head.

Mizi presented her hindquarters to Ben, arching her spine in invitation, glancing back at him over her shoulder. Her butt was like a scaly peach, her tail waving as he shuffled closer, Ben taking one of her cheeks in his hand. She trilled happily as he gave it a squeeze, Ben gripping her hips for leverage, positioning himself behind her as Lozka watched over them from above.

He realized that her tail was in the way, almost as though she was intentionally blocking him. She responded to his questioning glance with a sordid smirk, accompanied by a flutter of rosy, salacious pink.

"Lift my tail," she whispered.

"Didn't you tell me not to do that when you were repairing the engine a couple of days back?" he asked suspiciously. "Does it have some special meaning in your culture?"

"Don't worry about it," she replied, waving its tip like an angler trying to entice a fish. Ben shrugged, gripping the appendage about halfway down its length, lifting it out of his way to expose her rump. Mizi buried her face in the fur of Lozka's midriff, her giggling taking on a lascivious quality. He took the liberty of running his fingers down its smooth underside, Mizi shuddering as he neared the base, his digits brushing her scaly lips. They were swollen with desire, wet and slippery.

"No tricks this time," she said, her feathers flashing as his glans brushed against her vulva. "No fancy positions. I just want you to get me off hard and fast."

"You got it," he mumbled, the two of them sighing in unison as he pressed the tip of his member between her labia. Her tail coiled around his waist, pulling him closer, Ben's hands reaching for her hips instinctively as he slid inside her. They were less cautious this time, they both knew their limits a lot better after the first bout of somewhat experimental lovemaking. Ben knew how much Mizi could take, how much weight he could safely put on her, and Mizi knew exactly what to expect.

Ben's hips slapped against her cheeks, sending a ripple through her soft flesh, sliding his cock as deep as he dared. It parted her tight, undulating walls, a groan escaping his lips as her cushiony innards caught him in their vice grip.

"Fuck," the reptile hissed, her clawed toes curling. "It's so...much..."

"Want me to slow down?" he asked, tearing his eyes away from her ass for a moment to glance up at her. She shook her head, the motion making her feathers wave in the air.

"What did I just say?"

"Alright," he replied with a shrug, sliding out of her again. It was a struggle, her sopping-wet flesh clinging to him like a surgical glove, every bump and imperfection in her depths grazing his sensitive glans. He poised there with only his tip still buried in her spasming passage, making her wait for a moment, enjoying the way that her glistening fluids were sliding down her inner thighs in anticipation.

Mizi's patience broke before his did, and she pulled him into her with her tail, dictating their pace. She engulfed him up to the hilt again, his fingers digging deep into her plump hips, her ass cushioning him as she let out a comely trill.

"I guess you really did want it hard," Ben winced.

"And Lozka says I talk too much," she complained. Ben kept up the pace that she had set, slamming into her with every thrust, putting more of his weight into it. Mizi didn't mind, she was loving it, pushing back to meet him. She had such wide hips for her size, giving him ample leverage, Ben admiring the way that her little back arched to absorb the impacts.

Lozka watched them silently, seeming indifferent to the fact that they were using her as a glorified piece of furniture.

"Angle yourself down a little," Mizi muttered, Ben doing as she requested. He felt the little nub of flesh in the reaches of her passage that seemed to serve a similar function to a clitoris slide beneath his glans, his member squashing it against the roof her tunnel. Her entire body tensed up, including her loins, driving another gasp from him as her walls sealed around his member with renewed fervor.

"Fuck," Mizi cooed, throwing her head back with a nervous chuckle. "Right there. There!"

Ben resumed his thrusting, resting a hand on the small of her back, just above the base of her tail as he leaned over her. He bared his teeth, her breathy pleas for him to fuck her harder and faster awakening a kind of animal lust in him. The sensation of her slimy, hot tunnel gliding along his shaft was intoxicating, her muscles wringing him. He was really hammering into her now, the way that she was rolling her hips encouraging him, her scaly cheeks clapping against his stomach. Every time he glanced the little bead in her depths, she squeezed him, her feathers flickering with random colors like a broken computer monitor.

He reached up to grip her shoulder, pressing her into Lozka's damp fur, making her arch her back more. She shivered as he ran his other hand up her spine, tracing its dimple with his thumb, the moisture that clung to her scales making them slippery.

"I don't think I can keep this up much longer," Ben warned breathlessly, Mizi groaning as he bottomed out inside her again.

"That's the idea," she gasped. "I'm nearly there, just a little more..."

Her tail gripped him with renewed urgency as he slid his hands back down to her butt, following the hourglass curve of her waist. He took greedy handfuls, digging his fingers into her plump haunches, Mizi yelping in surprise. She was irresistibly soft, he couldn't keep his hands off her. Her delicate scales were as smooth as brushed metal, the fat beneath them as squishy as those gel-filled pillows that they sometimes gave passengers on commercial voyages. He couldn't remember their damned name, all he could focus on was the way the muscles in her back were standing out against her shining hide, the way that every soft part of her body seemed to jiggle with each impact.

"I don't know where this is coming from," Mizi grunted with another flash of nonsensical feather patterns. "But I like it..."

"You asked for it," Ben replied, gritting his teeth as her loins swallowed him to the base.

"I did," she cooed, her high-pitched voice taking on a musical quality. She turned her head to glance back at him, those violet eyes brimming with hunger. "So give it to me."