This choice: The meeting room, to show the others • Go Back...Chapter #6Same crew, different rules by: Unknown As Vivian squashed you with her boobs over and over on her way back to the conference room, you came to notice that your eyes quickly got adjusted to the darkness in her cleavage much better than, you think, they actually should. There really isn't even any light at all getting through to you inside her essentially skintight suit, but on the rare occasions when you're able to peel your face away from her left breast before getting smashed back into it again, you're able to get a pretty clear (if dimly colored) picture of your surroundings. Like how you're hanging over empty space whenever the tits pull apart, for example, and that the only thing keeping you from falling right between them and down to her pelvis in those moments is the fact that the rest of your body's still flat and sticking to one of those tits. Well, that was certainly something worth thinking about.
At first it was terrible, because you hadn't got used to your new body yet and so you kept thinking that you were about to die. For instance, the pressure itself wasn't really painful - actually, your surroundings were really yielding and soft. But your brain wasn't used to the idea of your body feeling that much pressure without some kind of damage, and so it flooded your neurons with danger signals every time and caused you to panic, even though you didn't feel any actual harm being done (although feeling your bones pop out and bend and stretch like rubber was definitely pretty weird). Similarly, you didn't actually need to breathe - not as far as you could tell, anyway. But you were still trying to do so out of habit, and so you freaked out for a while when your couldn't inhale because your flattened lungs didn't have time to re-inflate between squeezes.
Once you realize you weren't actually in any danger at all, you're able to relax, and even secretly kind of start enjoying the ride. Okay, granted, downsides include: extremely bumpy ride, can't move, not getting a say in any of this, and really... weird sexual implications vis-a-vis involuntary & unsanctioned boner development while in unrestricted, full-body direct contact with foxfur.
On the plus side: warm, soft, squishy, boob-shaped... they're boobs! And they're huge! No one could blame you for appreciating that, you think. It sounds better if you think of your captor as more of a giant foxy alien than a giant alien fox, though you couldn't really say why. Fondling animals was weird; fondling aliens was just kinky. That's all there is to it.
Either way, you don't really have much time to think about it. It seems like you've just settled in when the ride stops, and you get momentarily blinded as the vixen pulls out her suit collar and peels you off of her tit, dragging you out into the light with your chest pinched between her fingers. As your eyes adjust to the sudden light you see she's standing in an empty hallway, just before the extra-large door that you recognize as leading to the conference room. Or one that looks just like it, anyway.
Vivian speaks to you cheerfully but using obviously hushed tones, as if she's trying not to get overheard. "Ooh, well look at that!" She whispers mischievously, pointing to your erection. You immediately try to hide it with your hands, stammering an apology and somehow feeling like you're the one at fault here. (You weren't, but in your experience there is never any justice in these circumstances.)
"Oh, come on now. Let me see" she grins, using one hand to hold your legs while the other one pins your arms above your head, "I helped make it, after all!" You give up struggling as she grins, realizing you're getting nowhere, and try pleading instead.
"Vivian, come on. This is unprofessional." You whine.
Vivian nods. "I agree" she says, suddenly serious. You sigh in relief, thinking you've finally made your point... But then she smiles and adds: "But I won't hold it against you. Lucky for you, MY people aren't so uptight about that kind of thing! It just shows you want to get off on me - so what?" She snorts. "You people lie to yourselves all the time, pretending not to be something that everybody knows you're all hard-wired to be." Her eyes roll dismissively but she lets go of your arms, and you quickly use them to salvage whatever's left of your modesty as she keeps on talking.
You kind of want to interrupt but think this might be helpful info, for understanding these anthros' culture and society. "Really, you people are so silly" she was saying. "When you pleasure yourselves, it's just shamefully self-indulgent - but when you do the same thing to someone else when they aren't asking for it, it's horribly selfish and even criminal? Tell me how that makes any sense." "Wait," you say. "So you're trying to tell me that raping people, in your culture, is..."
"Not a big deal, yeah." She says. "A little impolite, maybe, but... so what? See how we're dressed? That's cause we know there's no point in hiding it when we have those urges. Everyone else gets them too, don't they? We don't see a need to make a whole big fuss over it. Sex is just sex."
"Well, my people do think it's a big deal." You tell her. "And we think it's wrong to force yourself on other people, so if you wouldn-"
"Yeah, yeah!" Vivian cuts you off irritably, waving a hand in dismissal. "But you're on our ship now, so you're gonna have to get used to our way of doing things. That's the whole point, remember? To see if people from your planet can learn to work with our Alliance people. We're the more advanced civilization, after all. No offense."
"I see your point," you admit. "But you're asking a lot, it sounds like. What if I can't go along with all of it?"
"Well, then you'll be seen as a non-cooperative species." She frowns. "Which means we'll send out invasion and subjugation forces, and trust me they'll be a lot less well-behaved. Better it didn't come to that."
"You abducted me against my will," you point out. "And also blackmailed me, and then manhandled and molested me without my permission."
"Well? Deal was, there'd never come a day where you regret choosing me. Day's not over yet, Parker. You'll see. I'm about to show you to the others again, now that you're cleared on safety issues."
She looked up at the door as she said so, and made to reach out her hand. "Got any more advice, then?" You ask. "Any more important things for me to know about?" She thinks a moment, and nods.
"Don't masturbate. Ever." She tells you seriously. You frown, about to tell her off, but she gives you a look that says she isn't joking around on this one. "We've all been stuck on this ship together for a really long time now" she says, "and not one of us has beaten off in all that time. It's considered terribly disgraceful for our people. If your urge is so bad that you can't hold out any more, at least get someone else to do it with, and you'll both have it taken care of instead of just one. Even if it means getting a partner of the wrong sex, at least it's not just yourself. Yuck!" She makes a face and shudders, as if disgusted by the idea.
"So far we've been making do with each other every now and then, plus whatever the deal is with Kay and Mel exactly, but I can't even tell you how excited everyone was to have a male around the ship for once. Right now they're all on their best behavior, because we know this is a lot for you to handle at the moment, but you should know that it isn't easy for them to hold back like this either. We're used to being a lot more direct with what we want - like me," she grins. "And I've just been taking it easy on you!
"They're all being quite understanding, in the circumstances. They're trying not to force anything else on you for now if they can help it. So if they ever find out that they've all gone out of their way to give you some space 'til you were ready, only to find that you've been ignoring them while taking care of yourself all along... well, it's what you people would call 'a slap in the face', only worse. They'd never choose a pleasure toy over you, even though you're basically the size of one and freakishly bald all over, and tailless." She frowns at you, in her palm. "Get it?"
Well, it's not like there's a point in arguing. "Yeah" you answer. "I guess." In other words, your planet's future would likely come to depend, among other things, on your compliance with occasionally serving as a sex aid for eight gigantic alien females, with varying degrees of animal features, who incidentally found it very important that you be virtually indestructible in the meantime. You try to tell yourself that doesn't sound awesome at all but behind your hands, which are held over your privates, something twitches.
Vivian seems to notice, and raises an eyebrow at you knowingly. "We can cover that up for now" she smirks, closing her fist around your waist and legs. "Otherwise, someone will take it as an invitation." She slaps the door with her free hand, and takes you into the conference room as it flashes blue and pops open. "Recruit's been treated, Captain" she calls out right away, coming to a stop before the table. "Compatibility was unusually high - likely equal to or even greater than Ensign Melanie's, based on his appearance." She flourishes you in her hand, to a round of gasps around the table and a couple of astonished titters. "I'd like to clear him for registration." She smiles proudly.
Before the stately deer could answer, the curvy skunk anthro speaks up. "Respectfully Captain, I disagree" she declares. "As the ship's doctor, I should at least examine him first, just in case. Some aspects of the treatment may not have worked."
"As the scientist, Suzy, I assure you they have!" Viv retorted. "I did some testing, Captain, and I'd stake my promotion on it!"
"Yeah, and who said you were up for promotion Viv?" Growled the bear.
Diana spoke. "We'll see" she said gently, smiling. "Viv, go ahead and..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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