The D'Turon
The D'Turon
They say that just before you give up the ghost your entire life flashes
before your eyes.
It didn't for Strauss. Then again, he's not dead.
"Bepwmy... you ave cwimm teaj." Came a voice through the darkness.
Strauss could only mutter what almost became words in reply. His subconcious
slowly returning his stolen senses.
"Sap you c'Neaj D'Turon?" The voice was feminine. "Or perhaps
you speak epb'mich?"
*cough* "You mean english?"
"Is that how you say it?" She smiled down at him, deep amber eyes a
blaze with curiosity. "Fascinating."
It took only a slight breeze through the torch-lit hutch for Strauss to
realize he was only wearing his fur.
The female creature next to him giggled softly as he fumbled for blankets.
She assisted him calmly.
"Where's my clothes?" Strauss cried.
"There was little left of them when I found you near the beach."
Strauss calmed down once covered. "And my wings?"
The girl only headtilted.
"My flying machine?" He explained simplistcally.
"Oh, the fireball you rode in on?"
"Yeah" Strauss' ears perked.
"No." She answered. "Your 'Wings' are only bits and peices
now."
Strauss drooped. The hazy female figure stood up from his bedside, taking
something from the nearby table.
"My eyes, why can't I focus?"
She passed whatever it was that she retrived before his eyes. Before he could
finish the scentence he had barely shut his muzzle before his vision returned to
perfect clarity.
"You sufferred a blow to the head when you landed. I found you and
returned your health."
"-Explains why I'm naked." Strauss rehtorted.
"For the most part" She answered his rehtort, smiling from the
corner of her muzzle.
Strauss would have questioned her intention further if he weren't suddenly
struck dumb.
She was taller than he thought. Her hair the same color as her fur, only
shinnier, and quite conservative with what little clothing she wore; it appeared
to be something like a one peice bikini, handcrafted out of simple tan-colored
material, a few small precious stones sewn into the ends of lace keeping the
body-hugging apparrel snug to her body.
As she moved the bauble down over Strauss chest and abdomen, he noted that
her physique was that of a hunter's. In fact he surmised her build to be
comperable to his own.
Whatever it was that she was doing to him with the healing device, didn't
help that it tingled wherever it was near, nor that his gawking had already
stirred a warmth in his loins. He hoped she wouldn't notice.
"So where am I?" Strauss asked.
"You're in my bed." The female replied, smiling despite herself.
Strauss reminded himself that this was an alien species and the likelyhood of
this alien, no matter how attractive, sending him sexual connotations was low.
"No, I don't think you understand me, what I meant was, what is the name
you give your world?"
"It's planet 4 orbiting the star your charts refer to as Nilus 14."
She answered him without pausing in her healing passes.
Strauss was once again stuck in stunned silence. How could a pre-stellar,
primitive know about galactic star-charts, let alone decipher their location in
it.
She looked over to him, his jaw still agape.
"We're not as primitive as you think we are Strauss."
"But, how?-"
"I managed to fix your holographic star-chart." She said in
response, reaching to her end-table and passing back Strauss dog tags.
"That, and your dog tags were all I could salvage from the wreckage."
Strauss was still having visible trouble aticulation a sensable question.
"My name is J'dzaria. Lead huntress of the Rune Tribe." She said as
if to answer a question that would eventually come.
"May I see my device?" He finally asked.
J'dzaria stood up and walked to the opposite end of the hut, once again
subjecting Strauss to objection free obervation.
He knew he'd never seen a species like hers before, in simplist terms she
looked to be some sort of feline/mustalid cross. Lithe framed, and dexterous,
but muscular and predatory at the same time. Plus, he'd never seen anything that
shade of violet, almost as if her fur were red, but reflected light blue. Also,
the absence of a tail yeilded an unobscured view of her toned backside.
Strauss was beginning to wonder wether or not he could overpower her ...
should the situation arise.
"What are you?"
"Hm?" She turned, device in paw.
"Your species, I've never encountered anyone like you before."
She returned to the bedside and gave back Strauss holographic imaging device.
"If you check your charts. You'll note that this planet is documented as
being barren. That magnetic, and temporal disturbances around Nilus 14, are
rated Class 1 danger."
"Well the latter half is correct, it was something like that sent me
careening to you not so barren planet." He said, sitting up against the
wall to listen to her explanation, desite his bruises.
"Three generations ago we were space farer's, not unlike yourselves.
Unfortunatly my people has been locked in a civil was that began before our
oldest history records." She too got comfy, slipping to the end of the bed
and sitting cross-legged.
Strauss was too engrossed in J'dzaria's history lesson to really notice.
"Three generations have passed since we receeded our technology."
"So just like that, your civil-war was ended? You all just gave up and
walked off the battlefield to live all cozy, happily ever after? I don't think
so." Strauss was unconvinced.
J'dzaria looked into Strauss eyes guiltily. "Do you recall the
unexplained supernova of the Cyprus Beta System?"
"We learned about it in history class; 8 billion souls burned that
day." Strauss commented.
"The Oheen tribe had made a miscalculation, that triggered a cascade
effect with that sun's core it was the mistake that cost 8 billion lives."
There was a pause while her story set in.
"You had the power to cascade stars?"
"We had more."
"Well, with such displays of power, how did you avoid contact with other
sentient races?"
J'dzaria sunk again.
"By the time your race invented their first steam engine, my race, the
D'Turon had doomed itself through genetic warfare. 99% of D'Turon males are born
infertile, the rest incapable. It has been this way for hundreds of years."
"What does that have to do with not being found?"
"Our numbers have dwindle in the hundreds for generations,
Strauss." She looked pleadingly into his eyes. "We won't last for more
than another millenia."
Strauss leaned forward and held the D'Turon's paw. "Break orbit, leave!
I'm sure you could find similar species to reproduce with, or at least a
cure."
J'dzaria shook her head. "The relics would shoot us down, just as they
did to you."
Strauss headtilted. "Relics? Is that what that thing was?"
She snerked with a grin. "Ironic how even after we let go of our weapons
they still seek to destroy us."
There was a long pause before either of them said or did anything.
Strauss, now sitting up, could see out the oversized window to the moonbathed
forest village below. Torchlights dotted the earthen streets cozied between
hutches of similar size to the one he was currently in, of which must have been
situated a top a hill, or perhaps raised through artifical means.
It was beginning to sink in that without any means of transportation, the
unlikelyhood of rescue, and the persence of killer satalites, he would be stuck
here for an indefinite amount of time.
He turned back to J'dzaria, only to catche her peeking under his covers.
"Um, J'dzaria...?"
"Sorry" She smiled, "I've never seen a tailed sentient before,
only told of."
Strauss tugged his covers off of the native's head, seeing her smile as the
sheets fell from her head. "Speaking of which, would you mind explaining
what you meant by 'for the most part'?"
J'dzaria leaned back with a chiding smirk. "I've told you an awful lot,
now it's your turn to speak."
That was fair enough.
"Alright, there ain't much to me though."
"You survived an encounter with a relic, there's more to you that you
think." J'Dzaria replied with a bit of surprise in her voice.
Strauss smiled out of pride. "I'm a pilot; a trade runner. Although I'm
sure it seems primitive by your standards, I fly."
"Flew" J'dzaria corrected Strauss.
"Don't remind me." he remarked.
She just smiled in return.
"Ebonywind." Strauss declared.
"Who?"
"Not who, Ebonywind was the name of my ship, she and I went
through a lot together, I pushed her hard."
"From the data on your star-chart, you're way off of your last plotted
course."
Strauss nodded. "I was being ... persued. I pushed the darkmatter drive
to critical, and attempted a quantum singularity drop."
J'dzaria looked surprised. "You are aware of the dangers of folding
space, right?"
"Is that what happened? Wow, we've been trying to figure out the trigger
mechanism for that FTL for a long time."
"Don't bother, it doesn't work half of the time." She informed
Strauss, moving to lay on her side on the bed. Her supple body gliding accross
the sheets with ease, coming to stop aside Strauss.
"Not that it matters anymore, I'm not going anywhere now."
"Doesn't that upset you?"
Strauss thought about it for a moment. "Not really." He replied.
"There wasn't much left for me there, except jail-time."
There was another brief pause in conversation.
J'dzaria moved closer on the bed to Strauss. "I was checking for genetic
compatability, or rather I was going to." The D'Turon explained.
"Pardon?" Strauss confused.
"That's what I meant by for the most part. I was about to
collect a sample when you woke."
"And a blood sample requires me to be completely uncovered?"
J'dzaria looked around her hutch sarcastically. "Does it look like I was
prepared to use a syringe?"
It dawned on him as to what she meant by 'collect a sample.' "And
just how did you expect to analyze that material? You seem inadiquitely equipped
to determine if our genetics are compatable."
"On the contary," J'dzaria sat up straight sticking out her fuzzy
tummy giving it gentle pat. "I have all the genetic analyzation equipment I
need, right here."
Strauss gave her an apprihensive look at first but J'dzaria only returned it
with a soft smile.
"I don't think I'm ready to be a father, J'dzaria." Strauss shook
his head and learned towards the window, "Besides, you don't even know what
I am."
Siberian Husky, originally a species native to the first inhabitable planet
of the Terran System. After Sol's natural supernova, your species moved on to
the Val'maheen System for it's cooler climated fourth planet. Based on
evolutionary statistics, your chomozones should be suffient enough to bond with
mine."
Strauss looked at her without surprise. "I though you said you gave up
all that knowledge?"
"I said we gave up destructive technology," J'dzaria corrected,
"Simply forgetting our past would only be asking it to repeat itself."
The D'Turon female slid her paw gently along Strauss' inner thigh, letting out a
soft sigh. She looked into the husky's eyes, a deep need within them compelling
and yet sad.
Strauss couldn't move, his eyes locked in hers. She was stunning; The way she
moved, talked. He looked at a lot of female partners adoringly, but nothing
compare to her.
The D'Turon paw slid unnervingly close to Strauss' loins, causing him to
shiver in anticipation. She pressed it gently to his chest making him lean to
the bed once more.
"Why do you look so sad?" He asked.
J'dzaria moved her pelvis to straddle his still covered abdomen.
"I'm... not really sad," J'dzaria thought for a moment as she
slowly began to slip Strauss' sheets from between them. "It's a bit of a
mixed emotion."
Strauss was well aware of his physical arousal, throbbing just behind
J'dzaria finely toned behind. The layer of bedspread falling to the floor with a
cushioned fabric noise.
"Happy, sad. Mostly hopeful." She said.
"Hopeful for your future?"
"For our future Strauss." She teased at the tufts of fur on his
chest smiling. "You're going to be a hero."
"If this works." *GASP!*
J'dzaria ran her free paw up to the tip of his fully erect penis, already
budding with pre.
Strauss came back to his senses to see the D'Turon girl unlacing the
centerpeice of her outfit from the back. As she strained, Strauss could make out
the nubs of her nipples through the tight fabric.
Just as she allowed the strain of the garmet loose, he gently cupped her
average sized but perky breasts, both enjoying each other's warmth and feel.
Strauss was already breathing faster, his chest and abs rising and falling
beneath J'dzaria's shapely vulva, nearly exposed now, still slightly obscured by
her loose clothing. He could see that her own excitement had increased her
breathing rate.
J'dzaria let slip a soft moan, Strauss slid his paws down her belly, around
her hips to her buttocks, where he sqeezed firmly, much to the D'Turon delite.
Strauss pulled on her bottom, urging her to bring her pelvis further up his
body.
Unsure at first, she complied, lifting herself from the husky's tummy,
leaving behind her garmet.
As she shifted forward, Strauss was awarded a beautiful close-up of her
perfectly rounded mound. J'dzaria was trim in her nether-regions. The same
luxurious violet pelt covered her delta right down to her lips. Which were
visibly swolen with arousal.
J'dzaria had clearly understood what Strauss was motioning her to do, as she
set her sex down upon his waiting muzzle. Although it was also clear that she
hadn't done anything like this before as her seating was a little rough.
Strauss aided her by supporting some of her weight with his elbows, while her
paws returned attention to her breasts.
After a few akward moments she set into a comfortable routine of slow
rocking, soft moans, and kneading at Strauss' headfur.
Strauss was sure to devote all his attention to her sultry organ. His tounge
lolling between her entrance, hoods, and clitoris, with gentle persistance.
Being sure to alternate often, as not to numb any one given area.
It took only a few minutes for J'dzaria to reach her first orgasm. She
clenched down hard, on Strauss' chest fur, gasping. Her entire lower adbomen
shivered with excitement, as her vaginal muscles contracted rhythmically against
Strauss' tounge and lips.
Strauss decellerated his attention to lengthen the moment, and let her
recouperate. A trickle of spicy, honney-like flavour hit his muzzle in that
short time.
He looked up at his lover, past her tummy, which still rose and fell with
laboured breaths, she looked down at him with a glazedly surprised expression.
"I take it this isn't the first time you've done this to a lady?"
Strauss winked, and gave one last long lick to her insides, before she raised
herself from his muzzle. J'dzaria took in a sharp breath as he did so and moved
to an appropriate position to reciporicate. Strauss was once again faced with a
wonderful view of J'dzaria rear, only this time she would be able to distract
his deliberations.
Her own muzzle was now poised above his throbbing member, as it lay against
his bellyfur in it's 5 and a half inch glory. Strauss released a gutteral moan
as the sensation of velvety tounge washed over his penis. He gasped as her
sharper teeth raked gently past his glans, soon she set to teasingly-slow
bobbing, running her lips from the tip to the base, occassionally elliciting a
sharp gasp with her teeth from the husky.
Although she was inexperienced, J'dzaria was a very good listener, paying
careful attention to Strauss pleasured vocalizations. She also learned quickly;
reciporicating Strauss' techniques by changing the locations and speeds of her
deliberations. She could tell quite clearly when the husky was nearing his
climax, and was sure to pull off just before his release. She repeated this
cycle of delightful torture three or four times before lifting her head from
Strauss' saliva-pre coated lap.
From the point that J'dzaria had bagan up to now, which was probably a good
twenty minutes, Strauss had completely forgotten to return her attentions at the
time. Not that it really seemed to matter; a sizeable pool of vaginal fluid had
gathered upon his chest, her sex glistening in the torchlight.
"J'dzaria you didn't need to be quite so thorough."
"I know." she replied, turning herself around to lay down upon her
partner, "I couldn't help myself."
The D'Turon eased her vagina down to press against the husky's swolen head.
The hot lips hugging tightly to the tip, ever so slowly applying downward
pressure.
"You're tight." Strauss grunted, doing his best not to buck his
tensioned hips.
"Pardon?" J'dzaria paused, but didn't let up.
"Am I your first?" Strauss asked in all seriousness.
J'dzaria held her position for a moment longer then nodded.
Strauss wasn't really that surprised. "This is going to hurt then."
"I know." J'dzaria whispered, as she began to bear down again.
The felid winced in pain as her sex spread wide enough to envelop the head of
Strauss shaft. There she waited to gather enough strength to endure the
remainder of Strauss.
The husky was in heaven. His member only head deep, but the combonation of
her virginal tightness, and the fact that she was indeed a virgin, brought him
great pleasure. None before her, were pure. This experience was a first for both
of them.
It didn't take long for J'dzaria to force herself loose upon Strauss' penis.
After a few gentle dips J'dzaria had all but forgotten the pain and the two
could now enjoy each other's pleasure. The sting was still there, Strauss could
tell but there was little that would stop her from rocking against Strauss'
member. Strauss tried to slow her down as not to finish before they we're both
ready, but J'dzaria only picked up the pace to compensate. Her lithe muscular
figure rippling beneath her fine coat, rhythmically pumping up and down on
Strauss. This didn't help Strauss attempts to conserve their experience. It was
quite clear that J'dzaria wanted the husky to complete their coupling sooner
that later, wheather he wanted to or not.
She breathed heavily down upon Strauss, panting hard to catch her breath and
cool her overheated insides. Strauss did his best to hold back till the very
last moment.
J'dzaria leaned all the way back and stiffened, her breasts taught against
her frame. She let out a monsterous growl, as her entire body clenched down on
it's orgasm. Her siken walls now pulsating with contractions milked the shaft
therein, tightly pulling it from the base up over and over. The sensation of her
warm, young, pulsating, orgasmic sex rippling up his already pleasure-tortured
penis was too much Strauss gave into it's need and quivered inside of her vagina
just before loosing thick wads of warm seed into her belly. His penis underside
pushing gouts of husky ejaculate into her needy cunny.
Both lovers held tightly to each other, elated in each others orgasmic
convulsions. Until it subsided. Which was all too soon.
***
The morning sun was hot against Strauss' eyelids. Without even
opening them J'dzaria seemed to be aware that he was waking, when she placed her
paw on his recently cleaned chest.
"Good morning, morev." Came an awake voice.
Strauss opened his eyes to J'dzaria, her hair in a ponytail
today.
"Good morning." she said, tossing a set of
hide-clothing to his tummy.
They were a little less than he was expecting but they were clothes none the
less.
"Do they fit alright?" She asked, wathcing adoringly as Strauss
tied the laces above his tail.
The garmet was nothing more that a well crafted loin-cloth but
the forest air was warm, and what was sure to be an even warmer day to come.
Strauss was thankful, and simply nodded in reply.
"Good. First I take you for a bath, then... I show you
off."
Strauss wasn't entirely sure he liked the way her phrase came
out but simply headtilted in response, as she led him by the elbow out of her
hutch, into the sunbathed day.