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*Disclaimer* All Location, Names and Characters are © Jordan P. Unless Otherwise Noted

The Retalian race and original concept is © Tom M.

January 2005 *Disclaimer*

Author's Note: Sheesh, sorry it took so long, I'm a bit slow when it comes to writing these types of scenes; not exactly my forte. The usual stuff about underage warnings and such will be overlooked as they are obvious from looking at the sidebar or ever so helpful keywords. Thanks for the feedback on the last chapter, it is being updated with some fixes, nothing major. As always feedback is appreciated and this time chapter 3 will be much quicker in coming. Enjoy. . .

Chapter 2

Saturday June 17, 2007 A.D.

Faleen, Jik'al - Outskirts of Retalian space

The clouds blazed bright orange in the darkening evening sky. The crisp air of night fell upon the quiet city streets. The crimson sun sank slowly from the air, the city street lights flickered as they came to life with a faint buzz.

Rows of houses of houses stretched endlessly down the street until they disappeared over the crest of the hill ahead. A lone figure strolled silently down the seemingly endless sidewalk. The figures head hung slightly lowered, its hands stuck firmly in pockets.

The reptilian creature stood at a tall 5'11". A long tail, covered in blue circles that wrapped around the tail snaked behind it and swung back and forth passively as the creatures hips swayed side to side. Its body was covered in smooth dark green scales; a subtle light brown tint was barley noticeable. The head was elongated with a row of small, sharp teeth lining the upper and lower jaw. A pair of small horns protruded from the creature's skull and curved back along the head. A small hole on each side of the skull served as ears; the deep blue eyes were situated on the front of the head.

The clothing the creature wore was not quite suited to its gender. The somewhat baggy clothing it wore made it quite difficult to realize that it had breasts unless it was to be stared at for a time which would not have a very favorable outcome. She was a Retalian, a reptilian, space faring race.

Retalians lived in housing very similar to Humans, whom they did not yet know existed. They lived in large suburbs or in rural areas. Farming and technology were as important, with a stronger lean towards technology, as they were to Humans. Retalians lived and had schooling systems much like Humans, but had a greater capacity for knowledge which is why their technology was decades ahead of Human technology. The time difference doesn't seem like much, but it is.

Retalian government however, was immensely different compared to Human government. The Retalian race was united under a sole rule but the people still had say in the choices that the government made. The worlds under Retalian rule prospered under this form of government, but it too had its share of corruption.

Her name was Qua, a 19 year old female Retalian. Silently she stood in front of a small metallic box and entered a 3 digit code. A small door opened and the box contained nothing, no mail. A small stone walkway led up to a quaint two story house that resembled all of the others around it. House builders saved money by recycling the same designs over and over, especially in such heavily populated areas. Most had no problem with this as housing was nothing special, just a necessity. Qua strode down the stone walkway that was lined by small foot tall shrubs. She stopped once she reached the top step and stood in front of the cheap wood door building her courage up for the exchange of words that she could already guess wasn't going to be the most pleasant.

Qua could already play the conversation to come. She would open the door and her parents would call to her and they would all sit down to dinner and ask her how her day and work had been. They would wait patiently, quietly eating their meal. Finally she would reply that she had quit and she had never been interested in the job anyway. Her parents would probably be surprised and somewhat upset but after all the years of her being the 'perfect' child there would be no repercussions. That was what really made her mad. All her life she had been the perfect child; she excelled at anything at school, was active in the community and did as she was told.

But she had gotten tired of it all and did little things that irked her parents. The onset of baggy clothing and the occasional outburst at her parents; to name a few. Unlike her older brother Ronn who had decided life sucked and ended his own, she had no intentions of following his lead. Instead of taking her life she took it from her parents by signing the dotted line at 4:06 p.m.

After a few more moments of awkward silence her parents would ask her how the rest of her day was. That was when she would fully and truly piss her parents off.

Slowly Qua opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind. After being outside in the crisp air the sudden increase in heat and humidity made her pant. The smell of freshly cooked food permeated the air making her empty stomach yearn for food.

Her mother called to her from the kitchen and she heard the rustling of the news paper coming from the living room. It was a nightly ritual that her father held dearly to read the paper for a half hour before dinner. Trying not to seem as if she was hiding something Qua walked into the kitchen were her mother was diligently stirring the contents of a large metal pot.

Qua's mother was as tall as Qua, give or take an inch, and had just the same slender form. Her scales were light brown with an almost gray stripe running from the tip of her snout to the tip of her tail. Her tail swayed and jumped as if dancing; she was probably singing a song to herself.

Qua walked over and peered over her mother's shoulder into the mixture of meats and vegetables mingling in the simmering liquid. "Whatcha' makin'?"

"Your Father's favorite stew," Qua's mother replied.

"What's the occasion, you usually only make that on his birthday."

"He got promoted to head of operations," Qua's mother squeaked happily almost dropping the wooden spoon into the pot. "May be my father's but it sure as hell isn't mine," Qua snickered to herself. Her mother pretended not to hear the comment and went on with her cooking. Seeing that her mother wasn't allowing herself to be provoked Qua left the kitchen to bug her father. She strolled into the large living room that was occupied by two large light brown couches and a large video screen that hung on the wall. An ornately carved table sat atop a large silk rug, a steaming cup of tea sat alone on a coaster.

Qua's father had his legs up on the table precariously close to the hot mug. In his hands was a newspaper that blocked anybody from seeing his face. He was to busy and engulfed in his current article to notice as Qua walked into the room. Upon noticing that he hadn't heard her she walked over to the couch and dove into his lap, scaring him to the point that he jumped and kicked the tea onto the expensive rug. His paper now crumpled beyond fixing, an expensive rug possibly stained and being scared half to death he wasn't too happy. "Hi dad," Qua replied innocently with a broad smile.

The scales on his face seemed to deepen in color as he took a deep breath. Qua recognized the look and knew she was in for it. Her father slowly exhaled and began to speak, "Qua Saleen Zurrani," her father boomed. "What the hell were you thinking!"

"Um, I wasn't," she replied. Her father was very intimidating when he was mad.

"Obviously! Now go get something to clean the mess you caused young lady."

"Fine," Qua replied climbing off of the couch. She walked into the kitchen and ignored her mother's question as she grabbed a few towels. Qua cleaned up the spilt tea and threw the towels into a hamper. The time after the incident and before dinner was uneventful.

Qua sat on the couch that her father did not occupy, she didn't feel like provoking him any more than she had before she told them what happened earlier in the day. Finally Qua heard her mother call herself and her father to the dinning room to eat dinner.

The meal started off normal enough. Her parents talked about their day's and her father went on for a while about his new promotion and what it meant. Eventually the moment came when Qua was going to have to tell her parents what she had been dreading to tell them all day.

"So how was your day Qua," Her mother asked innocently.

"I quit my job," Qua replied flatly. Her mother coughed at the response and quickly took a sip from her glass.

"Why did you do that," Her other exclaimed. Qua sat silently trying to sort the jumble of words that bounced around her head, she just couldn't find the right way to explain to them her reasons. Her father was tapping his knuckles on the table, which wasn't a good sign.

"Would you mind explaining Qua," her father asked. Qua could sense the irritation in his voice.

"Just so you know I wasn't fired I quit. The job sucked, the boss was an asshole, I was under paid and the crap I took from customers from the uniform I had to wear was everything but nice."

"You don't always do things because you like them, you do them from necessity." Her father talked as if he was scolding a child.

"Don't treat me like a child who doesn't know a damn thing. Stop acting like I can't fend for myself. Just because of the way I dress and have been acting lately doesn't mean I'm going to put a bullet through my fucking head, I'm not a coward like Ronn was! I'm tired of you always running my life for me; I'm taking my life into my own hands!" Her father quickly cut her off.

"Oh really! How about we stop supporting you, after all you are 19 and should be looking for a place of your own. So you go ahead and take life into your own hands and all the responsibilities with it! I want you out of this house by tomorrow."

"You can't be serious Skal," Qua's mother interjected. "How can she live on her own without a job?"

"Yes, why don't you explain that to us Qua, what are your plans once you've moved out?"

"I don't need to worry about a job or a place to stay, so go ahead and kick me out!" Qua mocked.

"Oh, right and how exactly do you think you are going to go about that? Go live with your boyfriend, I don't think his parents would agree to that," her father snorted.

"Three words pops, First Strike Force." The words came out slow and deliberate, she knew her father would go ballistic. Instead his scales paled slightly and his mouth hung slightly ajar. Her mother as well had stopped moving and sighed, she was about to speak but Skal beat her to it.

"Please Gods, tell me she is kidding," he whispered to himself, whether he had meant for either Qua or her mother to hear was unknown to them. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his breath shallow and raspy. "Please Qua, please tell me that you are not telling me the truth! For once I hope you are lying to me, please."

This wasn't her normally stern father, she had struck something deep inside him; it scared her. "No, I'm not." As the last word was spoken her father began to lose himself. He muttered names Qua had never heard before, he described strange events and creatures. Qua's mother stood and walked to her husband's side and wrapped her arms around him and whispered calming things to him. Eventually Qua looked to her mother and then to her father. She stood and began to turn when her father finally spoke, "you're going to die Qua, you will be killed."

Qua stood silently but didn't turn to face her father, she couldn't bear too. The room was silent, she only heard the sound of her own breath and the jumble of voices that each told her different paths to take. "That's a chance I'm willing to take. If I'm going to die young it will be better than to die old." As she walked out the door she could hear her father sobbing silently, it didn't seem right but she had gone too far to turn back.

Skal tried to push the memories back but they wanted to be recognized. His daughter had signed her death warrant at the recruitment office and he could do nothing to stop her. The creak of the door opening began a chain reaction of emotions, once the door slam closed he couldn't hold himself back and cried tears of sorrow and whispered he was sorry to all of his dead friends. His own memories of the horrors of the F.S.F were too great to push back and now his last remaining child had thrown their life into the F.S.F machine.

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Qua sighed and rubbed her eyes. The dim light that emanated from the video screen cast strange shadows that danced about the room. After leaving her home the only place or person she wanted to be with was Nalz. He had always been there for her for years; five years to be exact. They had started dating a year earlier and when she showed up at his door at an odd time of the night he was only slightly surprised. She had spent the better part of an hour telling him the events that had conspired during the day all the while he comforted her.

Now she was leaning against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She cross legged between his legs; his were laying across her knees. Nalz' arms were wrapped around Qua and their tails were intertwined, both content in each others presence together on his bed. They had been this way for over an hour now, staring at the screen watching an unknown show. Neither were paying any attention but lost in their thoughts. Nalz' room was decently sized, there was ample room to move around the Queen sized bed. A nightstand stood to one side with an alarm clock that silently kept the correct time and displayed it for all those that looked in neon green light. "So," Nalz spoke, shattering the silence, "feeling any better?"

"Mmhmm," Qua murmured.

"Think your parents are going to accept what you decided to do?"

"I don't really care right now. I'm just glad you accept my choice and my ideas."

"Of course I would, why wouldn't I? I'm just worried about you is all."

"Don't worry too much Nalz, I can take care of myself."

"I don't know if you could do it in your current condition." His tone of voice suddenly changed, as if he was implying something. Qua didn't quite understand what he was trying to get at.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Nalz rubbed her shoulders gently.

"You just have so much built up tension and energy."

"Lack of energy you mean, but plenty of tension." Nalz continued to rub Qua's shoulders, he wasn't much of a masseuse but Qua seemed to be enjoying the attention her taut muscles were getting. Nalz removed a hand from Qua's shoulder while the other continued its work diligently. Qua didn't seem to notice and continued enjoying the treatment. With Qua's eyes closed Nalz took his chance to go a step further, one he wished Qua would allow. He wanted her to forget everything besides himself and her; if only for a short amount of time.

Gently Nalz slipped his free hand under Qua's shirt and gently rubbed the smooth, light green scales on her belly. Qua twitched from the touch but she continued to keep her eyes closed. The change of tone in Nalz' voice and what it meant suddenly became clear to her as the gently circular motions Nalz made on her belly slowly drifted downwards to her waist. His hands stopped at the edge of her pants and innocently massaged where they had stopped.

Qua shivered under Nalz' touch as her lower body began to tingle. This wasn't a new feeling, but it was a new experience. Qua murred from his touch and Nalz took it as a sign that she was allowing his sensual advance. Slowly Nalz pushed his claw tipped fingers under Qua's boxers, the smooth scales aiding in his hand's movement. The closer his hand crept to what it sought the softer Qua's scales became.

At the touch of Nalz' finger on velvety flesh Qua sucked in a sharp breath. Nalz' finger continued down until it rubbed gently between Qua's labia. Qua moaned quietly as the tingling sensation grew smaller until it only encompassed the area Nalz' finger rubbed idly. Eventually Nalz' finger became slick, with the decreased friction Nalz slowly and carefully sank his finger into her moist folds.

Qua moaned as his finger gently slipped back out and slid back in. A few moments of the motion and Nalz felt that Qua was ready for what he had planned. Gently he removed his finger and pulled his hand from Qua's boxers. Qua whimpered from the sudden emptiness she felt; Nalz simply suckled his finger until it was clean. Qua squirmed quietly, she wanted more and it couldn't wait.

Nalz put his hands back onto Qua's stomach and slid them back down to the unwanted clothing and began to remove Qua's pants. Qua, in a state of needing release helped Nalz along by kicking off her baggy pants and quickly discarding her pair of boxers before Nalz could even get to them. Qua lifted her arms to Nalz' neck and pulled her head next to his. "Come on," Qua whispered seductively grinding her bare rump against Nalz' covered crotch. "No," Nalz said with a wince betraying his body's longings, "I've got something else in mind."

Gently Nalz lifted Qua's legs over his own, keeping her legs spread apart to make his job easier while increasing the pleasure she would receive at the same time. Nalz brought his hand back down to Qua's slit and resumed his previous ministrations. Nalz detangled his tail from Qua's and brought it up to where his finger worked diligently. Slowly he pulled his finger from her depths and gently replaced it with the tip of his tail and slowly pressed the tip into her.

Qua moaned loudly as his tail pressed farther into her, spreading her labia apart. Nalz had to work at pulling his tail back out from the surprisingly strong grip her muscles held on his tail. Not wanting to rush into it he pushed a bit more of his tail into her every time he pulled it back out. As his tail methodically pushed into and then receded out of Qua Nalz' right hand slid up underneath her shirt and began to softly knead her left breast. One more intrusion of Nalz' tail into Qua's sex had brought it as far is it was able to penetrate her. Qua's moans of pleasure grew more frequent as his tail thrust more strongly into her contracting passage. Nalz' left hand drifted down to the small nub of her clitoris and began to gently press it between his thumb and fore finger, eliciting loud squeak from Qua. Nalz set hit tail into a steady rhythm of thrusting and receding while one hand gently massaged a breast and the other worked her clitoris.

Qua clenched and unclenched her toes as the speed and pleasure increased. Her tail constricted tightly around Nalz' calf while her claws scraped against Nalz' scales through his clothing. He winced slightly from discomfort but put it out of his mind. Nalz could feel Qua getting closer to reaching her peak. Her moans grew louder as she neared climax as Nalz' hands worked more quickly and his tail thrust faster.

With a final thrust Qua shrieked as her climax hit her powerfully. Her sex spasmed wildly around Nalz' tail, indifferent to whether it was a tail or phallus. Qua panted as she regained her breath. Nalz slipped his tail, now liberally coated in cum, from Qua and wrapped his snout around it, suckling it until it was clean.

After a bit of rest Qua yawned and glanced over at a small alarm clock that sat was perched on a small table next to the bed. One-thirty in the morning. She sat up and looked upon herself and grimaced. Her lower extremities were damp and sticky from her and Nalz' actions. In one smooth action she got on all fours, crawled to the edge of the bed, hopped off and strolled towards the bathroom. Nalz followed the swaying of her hips as she walked as if hypnotized. After Qua disappeared behind the door Nalz stripped off all articles of clothing, except his boxers and slipped under the covers of his bed.

A few minutes later Qua exited the bathroom and clambered onto the bed, joining Nalz. Nalz rolled over to face Qua and kissed the tip of her muzzle. "So, feeling any better?"

"Much, thanks," Qua replied. She wrapped her arms around Nalz and pulled him close to her body. Qua stifled a yawn and closed her eyes, sleep quickly overcoming her will to stay awake. "Sleep well," Nalz muttered as he too drifted off.