Kat

He chewed slowly, listening carefully and taking in every word she said. Her mind... she must have heard quite a few words at the club. His member continued to plus, filling with energy as his body signals that nutrents where on the way. It almost seemeds athough it was, expanding, fighting agenst the clamp on it, pushing the walls away. Her fur tickled agenst the nipples of her chest as she leaned back, sinking into him as he did so often to her. He looked around at his own home; he had a knack for electronics, though it wasen't something he was passionate about, and from what he could tell, his home was rather advanced. Of course, compared to an interplanitary age soceity, maybe it wasen't. How long had her species been around to do that? Definatly longer then humans.

Still, it hurt a bit when he put her last sentence together; scouting out, that's what she'd been doing. He'd been hoping, maybe, it had been something... he wasen't quite sure what, but better then travaling across space looking for mates; maybe her species wasen't so much of a sucess after all. "Well, thats..." how should he put it... "Strange. I mean, in case you haven't noticed, we've had our best historical periods when men where in charge and woman where passive. We've done so much in six thousand years... your civilization is, how old?" It had to be ten thousand years, if not older.

"Still, I think I understand what your species might be going through," his sci-fi mind from his Treeky youth came out. "If your race is that old, you might have reached a period of evolutionary stagnation. You where right; you do need a bigger gene pool..." he supposed, he was part of that. "But,at some point, we'll need it to. Maybe.... we should see if humans can fill that need?"
 
She smiled at his assumptions, "Before now you were considered too violent to interact with," she caressed his ears, "When pregnant, females are able to focus, and afterwards while caring for younglings they have been able to make a lot of advancements in biology. We have seen certain technologies destroy other civilizations so we use it to do menial tasks. Our robotics are so far beyond your own as to make your robots seem like tinker toys."

She shrugged, "I was studying pheromone transmission before my heat cycles overcame my senses. The closest job on this planet would be a perfumer."

"Imagine the difficulties of only having a few years of mental capacity before you are pulled into sexual need which might last your entire life. As for males, once they no longer had to compete for mates, they lost most of their drive."

"When I conceive I will make a report and it will be decided whether to send an emissary, or do more scouting." She knew the bond made it likely for her to conceive but it was not a guarantee, nor was there a guarantee that she could carry his child successfully to term.
 
There was so much about her, her species he did not understand. Quite frankly, he was amazed she knew so much... they must have picked up SOMETHING about earth before they came here. "Alright," he let the details work their way through his brain, setting in on what she was saying, making the visualizations and comparisons. The human brain was just as advanced as hers, he knew, and certainly they had things she diden't (Honestly, the ways she'd looked at his car, or the refrigerator... maybe her people put all their energy into robotics and rocketry?).

"We aren't exactly that violent though," he pointed out... the last world war had been seventy years ago, and ever since then, there where only a few conflicts they'd fought. "And even then, most people who've fought in wars in the last century fought them to stop those who started it, not to make gains. How long did it take you to fly here?" From his own guess, if she thought they where unessicerly violent, it must have been a century or so. Plus, herown race must have had their own share of conflicts, if they where so highly sexed and agressive. "Still," he rubbed his hands down softly over her belly as he spoke. "I understand where your problems are. You where afraid of strange things, of a race so different from yours. There is a reson, you know, why we do so much of our own work. Humans, men especially, take pride in accomplishment and creation. We ..." he tried to convay it properly. "React to accomplishment much like you act to sex. When we earn it, we are content, and when we want it and struggle for it, but can't get it, we get agressive. That's where most wars come from. And, if you haven't noticed," her pressed down into the softness of her body. "It puts us in alot better physical and continual mental condition then your people." He supposed that was the ultimate testiomony to what he was trying to say; neather of their races where nessicerly better.... just different.

"Report," he let himself say, going back into his mind. " You know... an emissery woulden't be so bad. I know there are things that we could teach each other. We are quite advanced in synthetic cemistry, crop production, and such." Still, he mostly just hoped she would stay... for at least awhile. He could make her, if he wanted to; there was no way she could win in a fight. But... would he do that to her?
 
"Flight even when in suspension weakened me," she admitted, and even in suspension the mating urge had been only mildly subdued, such that upon her arrival she was ravenous for sex. They had prepared her for it, and she still wasn't prepared, it was hoped because she was young and only a few cycles into her heat that it would be easier.

"It's tough to advance when well over half of the population is rutting about." She ate her food calmly, enjoying the position. The future, well she figured if she conceived she'd head home so the child could be studied and she could return to work. The lust would be subdued for a while after having a child, so she could get more done. She had never considered being bonded to one of these primitives.
 
"Well, cultures have their rises and declines," he mussed. Humanity was on the rise, no doupt; the first manned colony mission to Mars, with the nessicery terraforming materials, was set for two months in the future. They'd even sent explorers out the astroid belt, after working out the principle of enerta reduction. Still, the craft being solar powered, they coulden't get them out of range of the solar system. It was a Holy Grail, the one thing holding humanity back from and intersteller empire.... but they just coulden't grab at it. "I suppose, when translated to planets and races, its the same thing." Honestly, he was still wondering why he haden't handed her over to the government for detainment and testing... but now that "it" had turned into "Kat", he just could never had convinced himself to do it. She was a hum..... a being, not a lab rat.

"You know," he finished off his sandwhich. "We're sending out our first colony vessel soon. The planet just a bit farther out from the Star then ours? We're going to make that like earth. The science of Terraforming, we call it. The ship will get out that far in three days, thanks to enerta reduction." he stopped, trying to put this into context. "Thats how long it used to take to get to our moon. At this rate, we'll be out of the solar system once... well, we figure out how to power them that far away from the sun." If he had a spaceship, he could follow her, see this planet for himself... and maybe he could.

"A question," he told her. "That spaceship of your's... can it suspend two people?" He knew she'd get his drift... and,after all, he'd shown her how to work in his world, the least she could do was return the favor.
 
He was asking, hinting, implying. She listened to him brag about his people and she felt ashamed she had made him feel inferior. His race had a lot of potential, a potential her people had once had. She never thought it odd that he had fallen prey to her sexuality, there was something about her people and the pheromones she had been emitting undoubtedly helped him look past the fur to see her as a female and a desirable female at that.

The club, well word had spread and so those with the right kind of interest and colored paper, were allowed in, and those with the wrong interest were left out. She considered his request. "Well scout craft construction isn't my area of expertise, but I think it could be adapted."
 
For a moment, he paused himself, reflecting over what he was about to do. Over the past few weeks, he'd grow quite attached to his little aqusition... at least, as much as his deep-set instincts allowed him to. The way she discribed her world... he almost felt sorry for her, although it seemed almost happly vengeful, the world collapsing without men. Still, this planet had plenty of men, and the two of them seemed enough alike to reproduce. Indeed, it was more then just a hunch, it was a loud feeling in his gut, as if the animal within him was telling him it was so. Indeed, that same force haden't let him deflate yet... and if that wasen't proof, he diden't know what was.

"I could help with that... provided I could see the system. I have somewhat of a knack with electornics." His body was swelling though, his fluids already flowing again, his body prepared for the next encounter. "One more thing... about this, joining. Is it possable to loosen it just a bit, so I could move myself around inside?" Already, her body carred on his, vaugle resembling a baby chest-carrier, he was taking her back to the couch, a bit of his own sexual mania kicking in.
 
"I just need to relax a little," she squirmed against him and a brief orgasm later, her body would allow all but the head of his cock free of her pussy. "That should feel better," she purred her fingers roaming up and down his body. Her now dry tail sweeping along his leg.

"Do you recall where you found me? my craft is cloaked nearby the crash area. It is a self repairing." It was one of the most advanced pieces of technology, once they realized the collapse had been self inflicted and therefore harder to repair, they had put energy into the remaining scout craft.
 
She always looked so cute when she orgasmed, her face almost spread, her voice keening, as he helped her along, pulling his pelvis back so that the two of them where almost entirly seperate, though his moblity was still severly hindered by the fact that, no matter how long he waited, his hardness never went down. Still, feeling the air flow over it again was nice... in a different way. As her own hands ran across him, he set them both down gently on the couch, letting her sit atop him, placing a gentle kiss on her throught before moving up to speak.

"Are you sure the system survived the crash?" He asked, slightly worried. It wasen't as though humanity coulden't duplicate the craft... if they could get a close look at and reverse engineer it, but that would mean turning her over to the authorities. Of course, now that she knew English and could ack as an emissary, it woulden't be the probes and scalpes. "Oh, what the hey," he though to himself. "Look, Kat... can I tell you something?" He laid a hand on her tail, stopping the movement. "I just want to say, and this may sound strange, but I care about you. You're more then just a mating to me, ok?" He was glad to get that off his chest, his body relaxing slightly.
 
"You have taken great care of me," she shifted so he could see the inside of her right arm and she brought up the craft interface. "I have a bio interface, we tried using them to over ride the sexual compulsion, but it kept short circuiting." She wrinkled her nose and her ears wiggled as she frowned slightly. "I've been in regular contact since, it will be another," she mentally did the math in her head, "Seven weeks or so until the craft is ready to return, assuming no further damage is done."

She rubbed her chin along his neck again, licking the warm skin, nipping playfully on his shoulder.
 
He looked down at the bit on her arm, eyes focusing in as he tried to make the thing out... honestly, from the outside he coulden't make heads or tails of it, but maybe that was because the lanuge was forgein to him. "Impressive," he smiled with satisfaction. "We're working on the same sort of thing here, though we're having problems with the body's magnetic feild powering it. Mostly, we have batteries for this sort of thing." Still, it seemed as though, maybe, their tech wasen't that far apart after all. This whole situation could work...

"Seven weeks..." he felt the force of gravity slowly, surely sinking her back onto his member, the smooth engulfing cooling his heated flesh. "Well, that should be enough time for me to get you read up on all the rest of the information. That is, if we can keep you here and take care of that sexual itch of yours. Is there any way it can be, subdued?" He though he already knew the answer, judging from what he'd seen, but he wanted to make sure. Taking her tail in his hands, he ran his soft grip through the heavy, fluffy fur, the central, sensative nerves flicking excitedly as he did so. His other hand was over her cheek, caressing it softly. "Sweet, sweet girl."
 
She growled softly, "If you manage to get me," she paused softly, "How do you say, knocked up? That will trigger a hormonal response which returns my libido to more manageable levels. Which lasts throughout gestation and beyond until I have another heat cycle."

She looked up at him through lowered lashes, "Nano technology was just beginning to boom when I left, of course making robots small was easy, making them work inside a host body a whole different issue."

She closed down the display, she had forgotten it was in her native tongue and would be indecipherable to him.
 
"The proper term," he told her gently, knowing that she only had experence with the... less savory crowd, other then himself. "Is pregnant. Still, it makes sence. Otherwise, how would you take care of the kid?" For a moment, he wondered how quickly her people grew up, but he put the thought aside... he'd likely get to see that soon enough. "I suppose that means I have some work to do, no?" His legs shifted, breaking her support and letting her slid back down onto him. He was assuming she could reinstate the lock... at least, he hopped she could. It felt quite nice, although it was tiring.

"Nana tech... we're doing well with that too," he smiled, shaking his head at the strange concidence. "Though we're focusing more on the medical side of things. We have a desies called cancer that we're hoping to solve..." Then, she'd suck to his hilt, his eyes and hers locked, him looking down and her up. It was time, again.

"Now relax," he cooed as he slipped his hand around her waste, grabbing her and, using his strength, forced her up and down on his member, slowly and deliberatly, taking great stasifaction in way it slowly grew stronger, his fingers slipping through her fur, her tail dangling slightly in the air.
 
"Can sir," she rolled the word around her mouth, being able to focus made assimilating language easier, but she couldn't grasp the concept, then again she should be able to move on to acquiring the written language and absorb more information.

She growled again playfully making sounds of encouragement as he raised and lowered her petite furry form on his strangely pale cock. Males, and hermaphrodites had appendages to match their coloring, ranging from orange to blue and black, but there were no shades of pink. Only nipples were pink, and inner ears and the like, but in the meantime she simple enjoyed the feel of him moving inside her.
 
As he bobbed her up and down, their eyes followed one another, going from the same level all the way down to almost looking through the lids and face. It was an almost hypnotising motion, there and back again, there and back again, her flesh gripping tightly to his he forced himself in, pressing apart the locked flesh.... proving to himself that he could.

As he sunk in yet again, his chest started to heave as his body filled with adrenaline, the energy of lust... and perhaps love as well. He'd been with a few woman in his time, but she was always something... different, and behyond her body. It was almost as if, she held onto him, diden't want to let go, and he rather enjoyed that. "So good," he whispered to her, feeling him juices start to flow downward, his body pulling together another load for her. "You are... exquisite."
 
"You know it would likely be a one way trip," she cautioned. Kat had recieved updates that things were declining with less than 10% of children born being males, over 50% female and the rest were born both, and birth rates had declined another 5%. She had been in space for a while, scoutcraft had been built to go far, not fast, so she'd already been gone for a few decades. An new generation had grown up in the time she was gone.

"I'm glad you find my body pleasing," she had only mated with a few different partners before she left, and it had been frantic, vigorous, and never gentle. Never like this.
 
"It coulden't be that bad," he thought over the idea... everybody he knew might be dead by the time he got back. All his co-workers, his... freinds. Still, compared to most people, he diden't have that much to leave behind. He was the sort of person who beleived, if you kept the number of freinds small, you had better freinds. Although... no, there where better things for him to think about right now... like the needy form in front of him. "Just look how you came out of it." Then again, he was taking a big potshot, since he diden't know much about their race's lifespan.

Practicing a little talent he had (OCC- I can do this too) , he started shifting around the muscles in his leg and pelvis, allowing him to move his member deliberatly, creating a soft, rocking motion from one wall to the other, gently lifting her back up slightly before easing her down. "I find more then just your body pleasing," he eluded.
 
She wondered if he was implying all her people would be as lovely as she, which was true, physical beauty was common among her race. The females were delicate, males a little more stoutly built and those who evolved to be both were as gorgeous as the females, the only male part being the shaft between their legs.

Kat gasped, she had grown used to the moniker, and her thoughts scattered at this new sensation inside her. "Oh my," she growled, the sound low and sultry filled with need and desire.
 
"Does that make my Kat happy?" He asked suggestivly, slightly playfully, as his he knelt over, putting his nose on hers so they where face to face, his head boobing to follow her eyes. He wasen't quite sure if all men could do this; nobody ever asked the question, after all. Still, it felt good for him as well, the tip of his head tracing along the inside of her walls, the sensative tip exposed to a great deal. It was just the sort of thing he needed... but just a little more, before he could release himself again. "Do you want more?"
 
"Yesss," her voice hissed, "Please," she hoped it felt good for him, but considering how amazing it felt for her she didn't care if was painful. Her eyes focused on his, the large orbs glistening with happiness. Was this what love felt like? emotionally attached was reserved for children, as jealousy was a way to end up in a fight, which usually ended badly for both participants.

So much had declined, that by time she returned everyone she knew would be dead, and her nieces would be grandmothers if they had descendants at all that was.
 
Honestly, there was nothing that seemed like a better thing to do then this, moving himself through the tight, alien tunnel, listening to the soft, animalisitic words and sounds coming from his lover, his own body moving closer and closer to climax. Half of it was physical, no doupt, but the other... honestly, he had never felt more close to another woman in his whole life, even his late sister. He'd never had a mother he could remember, the bitch having run off on their father, so he had to raise them alone. He'd never been able to forgive the woman for that... but she was different.

He kept moving himself, but now it was mostly jerking and twitching then deliperate movement, his body teetering on the verge of climax. "Bloody," he almost cursed. "Lets see if we can..." but the rest of his sentence broke down into senceless garble as his body slipped into release, letting out a pulse of silvery life.
 
She moved with him, her body syncing with his thrusts, urging him on as her own pleasure was building to the boiling point. Then she exploded, or at least it felt that way, his own eruption seeming to sooth the raging fire inside her. He had said Bloody and she was semi alert wondering if he was hurt.

"I'm sorry did I hurt you?" her pussy had clenched him fiercely in those finally heated moments unwilling to let him pull back holding him buried inside her, only barely relaxing as his eruption had soothed her body somehow.

She pictured the semen rushing in, swimming deep within to the egg she knew was waiting. Kat, bit her lower lip, feeling a rush of shame that she had hurt him.
 
He saw stars... little else, as he body pressed forward, pushing Kat back to the hilts and forcing the semen through the depressed tunnel of his member, again and again flooding through her. Everything seemed unreal was he sat their, his eyes out of focus, his arms in a vice-grip about her waste, before starting to work his way back into reality.

"No no," he spoke breathlessly, his climax coming down, though he still was squirting occasionally. "I'm fine. Its just, we humans tend to say things like that when we're... excited." Her chest was pressed into this, erect nippleds tickling him as she panted exaustedly along with him, all their energy still flooding downward. Even as his spirts became less and less often, he felt himself starting to swell, his flesh fighting the pressure on it to force her open. "Don't worry," he soothed her, his arms moving up from holding her to press a finger into her lips, the other brushing over her forehead, their eyes still locked and close.

"With that much..." he let out, almost to his own suprise. "I mean, that should take care of your heat, no?" Honestly, he could feel a bit of his semen dripping out, her tunnel filled with the fluid. There was no way that he had failed to impregnate her... he could almost see her belly starting to swell, her brests growing heavier... the later seemed such a waste, but the former...
 
"It will take a while for your sperm to fertilize my egg." She stretched her legs and arms as much as she could. Her hand drew his attention to a white sun tattoo on her hip. "It's nano tech, intended to monitor my cycle, originally hoped to help counter the lust, but now only a useful tool to decide when a female can mount a true male." Kat stroked the soft patch of fur, "It will darken to deep violet when pregnancy hormones are triggered, and slowly fade to gray then blue if we are unsuccessful."

She cuddled up as close to him as possible, feeling the instinct to burrow and snuggle up with him, wanting to feel as much skin to skin contact.
 
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