Our Pet Page 6

  “It’s...very sensitive,” he’s speaking a bit breathlessly, and I am hoping that it’s having the effect I think it’s having. “It’s quite a personal thing, to touch someone's tail. It’s not the sort of thing you’d do in public that's for sure.”

  Again the computers tone is not reflecting Tark’s. He’s struggling to get the words out, and there's a gap in the uniform around the base of the tails, and I work the fingertips of my right hand around the base, when I press the small space between his tails, he makes a noise eerily similar to the one Abner made when he came all over me. This is definitely having the desired effect.

  “Maisy, please...” I don’t think he even knows what he’s asking for any more, but I let him go.

  He turns to look at me again, and I reach up to undo the jacket and then the trousers. He kicks everything off while I once again pull off the sack dress. I gotta say, it has ease of access going for it. It’s the first time I’ve seen one of them fully naked, and it is a sight to behold. Tark’s muscles are well defined and covered in the short and mottled fur they all have. The difference in them comes in the length of their manes, and how dark they get toward their extremities. He’s looking me up and down too. I think we both must feel judged. “Your males, they are...different?” He asks the question quietly, but he’s not mocking, I sense he feels like he’s the one in the wrong, for being too well equipped.

  “Yeah they...are. Abner...it was great though. I know it’ll be OK...you guys mate for life right? So…you’ve never done this before?” It had occurred to me this morning that I’d probably taken Abner’s virginity the night before, but there was nothing for it now.

  He looks embarrassed, but I don’t want that, so I take his mind off it by gently exploring his cocks. The same as I had done with Abner the night before. I keep comparing to Abner, and thinking about that, but while my hands wonder I tell myself off. They are their own people, and this is normal for them. Having all three is normal. There’s no one here to judge me and I feel...liberated by that thought.

  I am going to have to make an effort to learn them. If this works out.

  I don’t like that last thought and dismiss it. I scooch my butt forward so I’m right on the edge of the medical bed. I’m roughly the right height off the floor so this should work. I cup Tark’s hips and pull him forward, then angle my own hips upwards, lifting my knees and resting back onto one elbow. I use the other hand to guide the lower cock forward to my entrance. Tark’s hands come to rest under my thighs, both supporting and gently caressing back and forth, his claws scratching so lightly I know they won’t leave a mark. I sense he’s just going with the flow, but I’m not ready for him the way I was with Abner. He’s staring, absolutely transfixed with my opening, the same way Abner did last night. I think once the novelty wears off I am going to have to teach these boys a thing or two about foreplay.

  I rub the head of his lower cock up and down my opening, arousing myself and spreading moisture up to my clit. Watching Tark’s face, I know this is having quite the effect on him, his pupils have visibly dilated, and a quiet rumble has already started up in his chest. I press the head of the lower cock to my entrance, and guide him forward with my heel on his butt. He presses forward, so slowly, his eyes are so wide and he’s rumbling so loudly that under other circumstances I might have laughed. I start to gently stroke that upper cock, and he seems to get the message and starts, oh so gently, withdrawing and the creeping back in. He increases the speed so gently I hardly realise it’s happening, and I don’t know if he’s worried he will hurt me, or if he’s desperately holding his self-control. I decide it’s probably both. Once he’s hit a gentle, but more confident rhythm, I let that top cock go, and it naturally settles against my body, I press it down to myself, and it moves through my folds, pressing against my clit. I lie back off my elbow, and lower my legs to let them hang down, forcing Tark to let go. It increases the pressure of his cock inside me, and I let go a moan. Tark puts his now empty hands out to me, and I let go of his cock to take them both and press them over my breasts. His cocks are naturally positioned that I am pinned between them, the top one now lightly pressing through my slick folds. If I want more pressure, I’ll have to trap it again with my hand. Tark gains confidence quickly, he first gently massages my breasts, and then gently pinches at my nipples, this gets another gasp out of me, and he immediately leans forward, taking as much of my left breast as he can in his mouth, while his hand continues to play with other. I feel him suck, and then pull back to lathe my nipple with his tongue. It’s rough, like Pate’s was, and it feels amazing on my nipple. His fangs cage the peak of my breast, and he sucks my nipple between them. I arch toward his mouth, and he twists the other nipple with his fingers, making me moan again. My pussy tightens on his cock and everything starts to clench as I feel the familiar coil of my orgasm forming low in my stomach. Tark is a fast learner, and his free hand snakes between us, pressing his other cock back into my folds. A few strokes of the ridges of his upper cock is all I need to push me over the edge, and my knees come straight back up as I writhe beneath him, trying to thrust my hips up to meet him and wring as much out of my orgasm as I can. My reactions must do something for Tark, it’s not long before his growls are notching up and his his thrusting becomes erratic. He thrusts home so hard he scoots me back along the table a little, and I realise it’s his last one he keeps himself as deep in me as he can and his hot cum floods across my belly and drips down my ribs, and his other cock pulses inside me. He finally lets go of my breast with a pop, and I see light pink marks where the bars of his fangs have marked a square around my nipple. His head is resting in the hollow between my neck and shoulder, and once his breathing evens he rumbles out “I think we need a shower.”

  I snort laughter “My place or yours?”

  TARK

  We agree on hers since my clothes are okay, but she wants a change. I gather my clothes, and she rests up on her elbows to watch me. Her nipples are darker and peaked, her hair’s a wild mess, and my seed has coated her stomach and is dripping from her cunt and pooling onto the table. My cocks had slipped back into their pouch, but I feel them stirring again already. I hang my uniform over my shoulder, and then lift Maisy from the table, as I move toward the door she lets out a squeak, “We’re not going like this we’re naked!”

  I chuckle at her, it’s not far along the corridor, and although I know Abner sees us from deck along the hall, if Maisy realises she doesn’t let on. I give Abner a nod, and he stands as I enter Maisy’s room. I go straight through her room to the bathroom, and gently put her to her feet. I hit the switch for warm water in the shower and hang my uniform. When I look back Maisy is already in the shower her head tilted back letting the water cascade over her, and it strikes me again how beautiful she is. She’s wiping my seed off her stomach and my cocks do harden and emerge again, it’s as if I need to have her carrying my seed all the time. As if she’s one of our own females, but in heat.

  I join Maisy under the water and stroke my claws through her hair, she keeps her head back but feels across my stomach, exploring the fur there. When her wrist hits the top of my upper cock, she opens her eyes to look.

  “Wow, that was fast.”

  I snort a laugh, which she cuts off by going straight for my lower cock and grasping it firmly.

  The door slides open and she freezes, I don’t stop watching her, I know it’s Abner.

  I move her wet hair off her face to bring her attention back to me, “this is entirely up to you Maisy. Whichever way you want to work this, we will be happy.”

  “I read about this, that most have individual relationships, and that it’s the woman's preference.”

  Abner shrugs and spreads his hands out, “That is how it is Maisy, this is up to you. No pressure.”

  She stuns us both with what she says next, because it means she really is taking this to heart “Then shouldn’t you go and get Pate?”

  I look at Abner then, he’s the diplomati
c one.

  “I think you might have to take Pate on on your own,” Abner shrugs again and Maisy laughs loudly. “At least maybe the first time.” he adds.

  “Yeah, I didn’t think you would. I get the feeling I’m going to have to be prepared for a bit of rough and tumble with that one.” She actually sounds a little scared, and my cocks droop a tiny bit at the tone of her voice, but she’s still gently stroking the lower one, so it doesn’t last long.

  “Pate would never hurt you Maisy” I know my brothers, and for all Pate’s being...well, himself. He would never hurt her.

  “He wouldn’t hurt me intentionally, you mean.” I look at Abner again and he shrugs, I guess neither of us have an answer for that. “So, can Abner join us? Or…?”

  “Well,” Maisy thinks for a moment “in for a penny, in for a pound I guess.”

  We both just stare at her. And she laughs, “I guess it means if you’ve gone a little of the way, you might as well go the whole way. So yeah, he can.”

  Abner immediately strips off and then throws his clothes from the doorway onto Maisy’s bed. He comes to stand behind Maisy, grabs the soap and starts working on her mane, before seeing to himself and then handing it across to me. Maisy had been absently stroking through my fur, and when I start to wash she turns and pays the same attention to Abner. Maisy chitters idly to us, asking us about our lives, how often do we go home? What are our parents like? Have we ever been interested in a girl before? I do most of the talking, Abner chips in occasionally. It’s a nice, relaxed feeling being here with her. Like something's clicking into place. I never really thought about it before, but every mate pack I’ve seen does seem to be in on some secret with each other. Like being together is all they will ever need.

  Watching her with Abner makes that feeling well up in me again, that she needs to be always filled with seed, it feels a natural drive. I want to breed her, I realise. The medic in me analyses this though, I know this feeling has been getting worse over the past few days, has that just been me naturally developing these feelings for her or is it something more?

  Maisy asks if we’re done, and hits the dryer. She heads to bed.

  MAISY

  So I’ve done a fair few things in my life, not gonna lie. A threesome with aliens though? Can’t say I have. Been in a room with four cocks pointed at me? Never tackled that one either. And this is just two of them, I’m going to have to have a serious think about logistics. My imagination is very easily running away with that one though. I climb into bed and they get in on either side of me. I didn’t really think about it until now, but this bed is absolutely massive. I guess now I know why.

  Neither of them seems to be in any rush, and I’ve already made the first move with both of them. They are both toting raging erections, and I wonder if either of them will cave. I only have to wait a minute before Abner’s hand creeps across my stomach and starts to wander lower. I look over to Tark, and he’s lying on his side, just watching Abner’s touches with hungry eyes. Abner’s finger dips a little lower, and he very carefully finds my clit with the pad of one of his fingers. I don’t even feel his claw he’s being so soft. I take Tark’s nearest hand and rest it on my breast, wanting his attentions too, but Tark doesn’t move and Abner stops rubbing.

  “Maisy, are you sure?” Abner asks me

  “Yeah, if you guys are, I read that everyone being involved happens sometimes.”

  “Yes...but usually when a female is in heat and needing constant attention...and even then...to have more than one partner actively involved is...” Abner finishes by just frowning.

  “So you’re saying you all take it in turns with an audience?”

  “Well, that is...usual?”

  He doesn’t seem that sure of himself. Fuck it, no ones keeping score.

  I wriggly my hips under Abner’s touch and squeeze Tark’s hand over my breast.

  I don’t have to tell either of them twice, Abner continues to give my clit his gentle attention, and Tark leans over to suck on my nipple again. Between the two of them it isn’t long before my pussy is clenching on air and I’m wriggling beneath them, “Stop” I gasp out. “want one of you in me, please.” The ‘please’ managed to sound breathless and whiny, and I have a moment of surprise at myself.

  They look at each other over me, and they must come to come silent decision because Abner moves to kneel between my legs, while Tark goes back to working on my breasts. Abner lifts my thighs over his, and wriggles forward, I feel the press of one of his penises at my entrance, and then the gentle pop of it breaching me. I’ve got both my hands buried in Tark’s mane, and I am already writhing between them. Abner slowly eases into me, and I feel the sleight burn as he stretches me again, once he’s seated completely, he starts his slow teasing rhythm. He’s holding me firmly by the hips, but once he starts moving he frees one hand to press the upper cock into my folds, pinning it into the channel with his palm, so he's fucking me there too. I loose one hand from in Tark’s mane and creep it between us, he’s up on his knees so his weight isn’t on me as he continues to alternately lath, suck and pinch my nipples. I reach my hand down his stomach and find his top cock, and begin to stroke along it. His growling quickly becomes a rattling purr that I can feel intensely on my nipples.

  I can feel my orgasm start to form and I concentrate on it, enjoying the feeling of the heat that rises through my body, everything clenches as my orgasm unfurls and my thighs tighten on Abner’s sides, I try to lift my hips to press harder against him but I have no leverage the way he’s holding me. I see stars for a moment as my orgasm becomes all consuming. A moan escapes me, and I can feel that Abner’s top cock is rubbing smoothly against my folds with the wetness that came with my orgasm. That top cock is making my legs twitch with every pass now that I am sensitive past my orgasm, every touch of a ridge sending aftershocks through me. I’m still gently stroking Tark’s cocks, but I’m alternating between them now, and I can feel that he’s curled up to bring his cocks closer to my grasping hand. “Kneel Tark, come closer,” and he kneels next to my chest so I can use both hands on his cocks, after a few strokes I find my rhythm, and am distracted by Abner’s loud growl as he comes, because of the angle it runs straight down across my stomach to my breasts. I notice he’s staring fixedly at my hands on Tark’s cocks, and now that Tark can see he’s looking at where Abner’s cock is resting against my folds.

  Allrighty then, that’s another thing to file away for later consideration.

  “Tark, is this what you want?” I ask him, and his attention comes back to me, he nods shakily, I keep stroking, and he start thrusting into my hands at a quicker pace. I feel Abner’s cock’s withdrawing from me and try to keep my concentration on Tark, even though this is a little overwhelming. He growls and cums onto my stomach and breasts, almost grinding himself into my side by this point.

  We all just sit there for a minute, recovering, Tark kneeling next to me, my legs still hooked over Abner’s thighs.

  “I think I’m going to need a lot of showers.”

  They both nod, grinning like they are determined to make that true.

  I have another quick shower, alone this time, and then climb back into bed. I wonder briefly if they will be back or not, but Abner walks through the door. He has a tray with drinks and food, and we settle back onto the bed. Tark isn’t far behind him and declares that the ships chores are done and that we are on schedule. He climbs into bed on the other side of me to Abner and takes a drink. It kind of looks like they are settling in for the night, which I don’t object to at all. The conversation turns to what I’ve left behind, which I downplay because, honestly, what’s the point? There’s not a lot to tell really anyway.

  Tark randomly asks “So, you haven't left ten boyfriends and a hundred children back home?” and Abner starts laughing. I look at them both bewildered but there doesn’t seem to be any explanation. We settle down and Tark dims the lights. I’m surprised by how easily we settle together, and I am nearly asleep when
I feel Tark sniffing at my shoulder, isn't long before Abner’s doing the same on the other side, it’s kind of soothing to have them there, and I don’t take long to fall asleep.

  TARK

  Abner’s looking over Maisy at me, and I know he’s as confused as I am. “I’ll go compare scans,” I whisper to him.

  I have the detailed scan I took when I first had her on board, and the more recent one from earlier when I was preparing to fit a translator. I move to the desk in Maisy’s room and bring them up. Her hormones are changing and her reproductive system seems to be changing due to that. Her womb is definitely different from a few days ago. She carries more eggs than our females by a factor of thousands. Abner comes and stands behind me, “You know I think her body is getting ready for a kit,” I tell him. It doesn’t seem to be negatively affecting her, “This might just be a natural cycle for her. Maybe we should just ask her in the morning.” We both go back to bed with Maisy, but sleep is slow to come.

  MAISY

  I’m in the shower alone again. After Tark woke me up with breakfast, which was amazing, and I can totally get used to this, I had to have an absolutely mortifying conversation about what the lining of my womb is doing. Their females go into what they call heat either 4, or sometimes 8 times in their entire lives. When I explained that this was a much much more regular occurrence for humans, they both just stared at me. They were pretty horrified by the idea of periods too, but once Tark got himself together he was talking about possible medical supplies I could use. I had to ask him to stop, I mean it’s sweet, he’s really trying to see to my needs but, please, this shit’s a bit embarrassing. They had both woken up with raging erections and that made them pretty easy to distract from the subject, so I needed yet another shower.