Trade 6
Story by Knightpony on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Nope didn't edit this one.
Ken lay there with a sleeping Jess on his chest rather confused by what had happened. Yet he did not regret it even as he wondered what punishment would come of it. He was sure what they had done while not the sex that Jess had spoken of was somehow related to sex and that he most certainly should not have done such things with a human. It was odd because it had never been spoken of yet he was somehow sure that his instructors would have had fits over it.
Even so he did not feel any desire to put Jess down. She felt heavy but only because he was still out of shape. Even so he thought he would be content to live out his life like this, holding her on his chest as she snored softly. He did not understand this desire to hold onto her but for now at least he was content to do so.
Ken wondered as he lay there, uncertin in what he felt other than the desire to hold her, if this was something that he would be instructed never to speak of and forget happened. That had happened a few times with humans, though the mistakes that he had been told to forget they had made had never been anything of this nature. Would she regret what she had done in the morning?
He sighed softly hoping against hope that she would not. The sigh brought the scent of her vulva to him, his muzzle crusty with her tasty juices. He licked some of the mostly dried stuff from his muzzle, savoring the rich musky complex taste that was Jess’s alone. They were a new treat, one he hoped would be offered again sometime.
The musky scent making his rocket stir with desire for her lips on it again, the new sensation both delightful and disturbingly distracting at the same time. Jess had said that something had been done by the military so that he would not feel such things. Ken thought he should spend some time asking the computer about such things when he had a chance, she had brought it up before but he had ignored it. He had thought it was embarrassing to both her and him and that it was best not mentioned again, as some subjects with humans seemed to be.
Jess confused him and in her own way turned him around until he found it hard to know which way to go. She treated him with a gentle kindness that reminded him of when he was very young, and yet even then there had been a distance between him and his caretakers. A distance that was lacking in Jess. She did not get angry when he failed, or did not understand. When she grew frustrated with his inability to do something she cursed Gentech not him.
He looked down at the top of her red haired head and smiled though. He did not understand her, and she confused him greatly, but he would follow where she lead. Her kindness over these few days had left him feeling alive again.
He lay there for a while longer just holding her, confused and yet content to do so. But the ship was cool and after a time he noticed she shivered a little and tried to burrow a bit more into his fur. He slowly sat up supporting her as he did, shifting her till she was cradled in his arms. Shifting around until he could could rise to his feet he did so in one swift quick motion.
There was a bad moment as he did so where he wondered if he had pushed to far but his bad leg went from screaming at him to a dull throb in the background. He closed his eyes for a long moment and reminded himself he still had to take it slow. He took it very slow to her room, using the wall as much as possible as a crutch while carrying her.
He went into the room with the beds. Her room, he saw for the most part. The wall screen showed a nighttime scene of a field with some animals doing animal things in it. There were two beds, one was clearly Jess’s her scent on it strong and pleasant the other one new and smelling of chemicals faintly that went into its making. Her’s was also smaller and had an air of being well used.
He want to put her down in the bed but when he want to pull away from her if reluctantly she held onto him. He didn’t know why that pleased him but it did. She woke up part way and mumbled something incoherently and scooted over to make space for him pulling him into the bed.
He lay with her sleeping snuggled up next to him on a thin strip of the bed, nose buried in her hair, happier than he had ever been before he was sure. He didn’t think he would fall asleep his fet dngling off one end of the bed his ears against the headboard but he did.
He woke some time later with her on top of him again. Unsure for a moment what had awoken him she mumbled and rubbed against him, wetness trailing along his sheath in a way that had his rocket swelling in excitement. She moaned softly and then wet. Mostness kissed the top of his rocket sending a thrill of pleasure and desire though him. She shifted a little and the kiss of mostness on his rocket became a tantalizing pressure on his tip, hinting at a pleasure different than lips. He whined softly, “Jess?”
She didn't reply except to nuzzle into his chest mumbling, then shifted a bit more and the pressure broke into a warm silken warmth gripping the tip of his rocket. He didn’t mean to buck his hips, didn’t know why he did, but. In doing so that sweet silken pleasure gripping his rocket took more of his rocket in and he gasped out a week, “Jess?”
She seemed to respond to the thrust by sliding down him some, his rocket going deeper into her. He panted in heavily the second buck of his hips more controlled and yet there was a raw need to it now. Thaat second thrust that he performed pressed half of his rocket into a heavenly feeling place and made him ache for more. Jess made a soft oh of sound and moved against him more and he bucked his hips again sliding deeply into her, feeling her vulva ripple around his rocket, that had him panting for more. He moved under her thrusting again even as she pressed down again moaning softly.
He whined softly and tried to stop, unsure if she was awake, but his body had other ideas and he pressed up against her again in a long slow thrust, the tip of his rocket finding a limit to how far in it would go. She lifted her rump and then let it drop a little moaning softly, and he found himself thrusting up to meet her as she slid back down not wanting to take his rocket from inside of her. She stilled after that but moaned with every little needy buck he gave. He felt a pressure building in his belly, as he thrust into her, the pressure that had ended her having his rocket in her mouth, though the feel of her hand had been pleasant as well. He held that pressure back as well as he could, not wanting this to end.
He was panting with strain after a short time though, not from the physical effort of the thrusting but the growing pressure in his rocket, he felt like he was going to burst, and wasn't sure he could pull out if he wanted to, the bulge at the base of his rocket was inside of her. He balanced on the pinnacle of pleasure and effort not to burst for a time, unable to say if it was seconds or hours, unable to stop needing to thrust with a passion he wasn’t in control of. He balanced like that until he felt that flutter of the walls of her vulva that he had felt before when he had been licking her, with a final urgent buck that pressed much harder than he had before pleasure exploded in him, and he in her. It was the last thing he remembered before sleep claimed him.
Jess woke up her usual muzzy self. She blinked a few times pearing at what looked like mid afternoon sun on the wall screen shining down on the grazing horses, though the fur blanket she had under her. She lay there for long moments before she realized that Ken was under her and they were in her room. She wondered when that happened.
She frowned muzzly as Ken slept under her, had she dreamed of riding Ken’s cock? Or ridden it? She blinked fuzzly, and did something like a personal systems check as if she had gone to bed drunk off her ass. There was a bit of an ach down below the waistline that suggested she had ridden his big cock last night, and she thought she could feel his sheath still against that area. Yep she hadn’t dreamed that, she had done that at some point. She kind of wished she could remember it better it must have been a hell of a ride. If she needed any more proof of that than she had when she shifted a little she found that some dried semen stuck his fur to her thigh a little till she tugged free.
Ken was still out like a light though. She must have run his batteries down pretty badly last night so to speak. She wondered if following her impulse had been a good idea with him still recovering. Her pussy sure thought it had been a good idea, and just thinking about how he had licked her made her want to try that again.
She muzzly slipped off the bed as she mentally debated if she should pretend nothing happened or do it again as she went to the galley to make coffee. One cup was all she allowed herself, but the one cup was something of a sacred right so far as she was concerned. She pondered if that meant she wasn’t as over her caffeine addiction as she thought but shrugged that thought aside as she started breakfast for them.
She turned as she felt the shift in air flow that said he must be in the kitchen door. She was going to ask how he wanted his eggs. She looked at him and saw bright eyes, hot with desire for her. She could see that desire expressed in part of his cock exposed from his sheath. She swallowed uncertainty, suddenly aware she was a mess and yet he was looking at her as if he craved her more than the air he breathed. She absently moved the eggs off the heat, reflex or instance from burning eggs a few times she didn’t know.
She felt a desire for him as well but in that moment wasn’t certain how to act on it. The few men she had slept with rarely stuck around the following morning. She stepped towards him opening her mouth to say something not sure what to say at the same time. Ken stepped forward as well, reaching out to touch her hesitantly, uncertain of his welcome.
The step did it for her though, she stopped being reluctant and nuzzled the hand touching her cheek. She reached down and stroked his firm shaft and tugged him in the direction of the table. When she reached it she paused and looked over her shoulder at him and lifted her nit shift up and off. Then she bent over and rested her hands on the table and waved her rump at Ken, to see what he would do.
She watched his nostrils flair, and thought it was unfair he would often be able to tell when she was aroused even as he knelt down and pressed his nose to her offered rump. His nose was cool to the touch as it pressed against her pussy, but then his tongue slipped out and licked her drawing a gasp of pleasure from her, and he licked second time.
He said softly, “I want to put it in and never take it out.” He rubbed his nose into her pussy to make his point.
She wriggled against his nose and said huskily with desire, “Then put it in.” As he stood up she realized he hadn’t ment his tongue and felt a pang of worry for what she was about to feel, he was big and she still ached from the night time romp she could only half remember. But before she could say anything he roughly entered her, his shaft thrusting deep in one quick motion. She gasp at the quick penetration, even not fully expanded his cock wasn’t a small thing. The suddenness left her uncomfortably full, and yet he filled an aching need that made it still good to have him there.
His hips began to puck in short sharp needy thrusts that took her breath away. He held her close his hands fumbling unsure what to do and yet holding her like she would vanish any moment, his grip combined with his bucking hips conveying a desperate primal need that no man had ever shown her. She could feel his knot swelling quickly as she gasped with each small thrust he made.
She was aware he was panting in her ear as he humped her, and she wondered vaguely as she ground against each deep thrust if this was what it was like to be an animal in heat, a male meeting her desperate need with her own need. His rough thrusts were driving her wild and she could feel her peak coming fast and she could feel him growing irregular in his tempo, and the tug of his swollen know, far too large to pull free now. Those tugs, the feel of his knot huge inside of her sent her over the edge and she cried out loudly, primally. He gave a final thrust hard enough to lift her feet off the table and a snarl that coincide with the first rush of heat she felt.
The both stood there for a time, panting together. She wondered if he was as stunned as she was by how primal and rough the sex had been. Yet even in her shock she shudder as the after effect of her orgasm left her more relaxed and ssated than she could remember being in a long time. She also found if she held still and paid attention she could feel each time he was squirting a bit more of his seed into her. There was enough in fact to be leaking out and dribbling to floor she thought.
Ken suddenly let out a startled yelp and she felt him shifting as he lost his footing, all she could do was say, “Oh shit,” as he went down and she was yanked down by his cock of all things on top of him. She at least had him to break her fall, he was muttering curses she was sure she wasn’t meant to hear. Apparently he had landed on his tail. Where as the only injure she had suffered was another jab to a crevex that was feeling pretty tender at this point.
When she was sure she wouldn’t crack up she asked, “You okay?”
“Yes, Jess.” He said a bit gruffly. Oh dear, she thought his dignity has been hurt.
She hmmed, “So what happened?”
He huffed indignantly, and mumbled, “My foot slipped. Floor got slick.” He paused and then said, “I had to choose between falling or putting weight on the bad leg.” He mumbled even more softly, “I didn’t know I would pull you down too. I’m sorry. It’s stuck.”
He sounded kind of miserable so she took a hand and gently rubbed it. “It’s okay, you broke my fall quite gallantly.” A little white lie. He broke her fall because they were attached to each other quite firmly. She was glad she hadn’t crushed his balls in the fall. On the other hand given how they were attached maybe that was more unlikely than she first thought. Of course considering how they were attached maybe he would have preferred he land on his balls. But he hadn’t made a peep so maybe it had been okay.
She shifted a little tugging at the connection and he gasped and she felt him throb with in her, a little more warmth joining the rest. She knew his body heat was a bit higher than hers but she had never considered that it meant she would feel each squirt of semen, it was kind of nice. She also noted that he felt a little larger after the tug and wondered if tugging stimulated him more. She would have to experiment with that another time.
He asked softly, “How long will we be like this?”
Jess turned a little to look at him feeling another throb from him as she tugged a bit while turning, “You don't know?”
He shook his head mutely in answer. She didn’t know her self. “Computer do you know how long his knot will be like this?” She wondered if that data was in it’s storage.
“No, however based on information related to canines and observation of past instances, I would say anywhere from a few minutes to an hour or more. There is no data to indicate what influences length of the tie, which is what your current situation is referred to.” The computer answered.
She leaned her head against his chest, “Guess we could be here for a while. Do you find it unpleasant?”
“It is very pleasant, but the smell of those eggs are also pleasant,” he said softly.
She snorted, “Well this time you can’t have your cake and eat it too. You will get eggs soon enough.”
She mischievously flexed the muscles of her abdomen, and he inhaled sharply as she felt his own muscles flex. Yep he really liked that, she thought with a secret smile, while she was still smiling the ship's computer chimed a polite way of interrupting she had programed into it. “Captain, I have encountered a problem that requires your input. We are only 5 days out from Hoth and I have received no response to attempts to contact the research colony. Attempts to contact the orbital comms satellite have failed. All scans of the planet are providing negative results for power sources. There is a high probability of hostile action having been taken against the colony, however storms over the colony sight have made visual examination imposible. Do you wish to break off approach to Hoth?”
“Has there been any indication of a ship in orbit Computer?”, she asked, blood running cold. If there were pirates in system she did not care to get close to them.
“No contacts in orbit Captain,” the computer replied.
Ken blessadly had been quite so far as she answered, “Wait no contacts? What about weather and GPS satellites?”
“If there are any satellites in orbit we are too far out to detect them unless they are broadcasting or large. No such satellites have been detected,” the computer told her. She supposed that made sense if he hadn’t been able to raise anything but was still disturbing. But it was odd if it was pirates, they would have had no reason to take the systems, they weren't worth the effort to transport. On the other hand she supposed that if it was pirates they might have shot up all the satellites, it wasn’t as if they were law abiding types who would never do such a thing.
“Keep trying to raise the colony and keep us on course, however also go to status yellow. Launch the remote drown under 10 gravities acceleration for the planet and plot its course to put it in geosynchronous orbit above the colony.” she tugged at her connection to Ken and found that the conversation had deflated his considerable attributes allowing her to slip free. “Ken you should go and get your gear from the fabber ASAP, make sure that the gear all fits and is satisfactory.”
Even with things turning grim she couldn’t keep herself from sneaking a peak at his still mostly exposed penis and feeling a little awe that the thing had fit all the way in, even as Ken levered himself up from the floor. “Of course Jess.”
They split up, Ken heading to the Fabber in maintenance, and she donning ship’s suit, before she sat down at her command station and began going over what the computer had done in more detail, searching for any sign of a colony she had visited once before only 3 years ago. It had been a profitable run and she had jumped at the chance to do take it again when offered. The colony was at a dead end on the jump lines and did not produce any exportable products.
From her understanding the water had to many trace heavy metals for anything living in it to be safe to eat. The colony existed originally as a research station into life surviving on a world that was both very cold and having high background levels of trace elements that would poison most life. That humanity had encountered. The colony had expanded over time to study the local star, that had according to some scientists as little as a few hundred million years ago burned much hotter. After that various little research groups had come to Hoth until it was a thriving but small community of researchers and support staff of about 1500. That was a lot of people for such a hell hole, and there should have many small communities spread out from the main city scattered all over the planet. Someone should still be down there short of a planetary wide disaster that there was no evidence of. She instructed the computer to start using infrared in an effort to find any warm spots on the surface. At this distance it was unlikely to find anything, but repeated searches would refine every little detail as they got closer.
Ken headed over to the fabber section of the habitation ring. It was somewhat slow going as Jess’s instructions to the ship ment that all sections of the ship that had air tight doors had sealed them. That meant that he had to wait for the doors to open. Ken had always wondered why they were so slow to open when a hull breach made them slammed closed fast enough he had seen in a demonstration it smash a foot locker down compact enough to almost seal with the locker in its way. He supposed it was an indication of just how serious humans were about hull breaches bleeding atmosphere from the ship that the human had explained that even homans would be crushed in such a situation.
His mind wandered back to what had happened in the ship’s galley. He felt his rocket sliding some from his sheath and shook his head in irritation at the way just thinking back to that moment made him yearn to have sex with Jess again. The memory of the feel of her on his rocket made a bit more slip free from his sheath and he growled softly in frustration. How was he to function if every time he thought of her he started to think about the wonderful feel of her on his rocket?
He looked down at himself and growled softly, “Will it always be like this?”
Ken wasn’t expecting an answer so was somewhat surprised when the computer spoke up, “Was that an information request Ken?”
“Sure, why not.” He growled and was glad his embarrassment as not as easily spotted as a humans.
“Very well, what where you inquiring about? Your encounter with the Captain this morning, or your physical arousal levels? Or was it something else?”
“My rocket is being,” he paused, “A distraction just this moment. Thinking of Jess makes it worse.” Would a computer be able to understand that he did not currently understand his own body or desires?
“Ah, your rocket or your penis is distracting you in part because you are unused to it. Observation of human males in general as well as information from various data points such as encyclopedia, offers a wide variety of data on the subject. Analysis of the data from that as well as your medical data suggests that your issue is somewhat similar to puberty, though not exactly the same. Your issue is your body is reacting in ways that you are unused to, given time you should adjust to the changes. Human males take a few years to go through puberty but the hormonal surges are something you will not suffer though. What observations I have made based off your medical data suggest that you are on the high end of the normal hormon curve of your species. May I expand on your query some?” The computer asked at the end of all that.
“Go for it,” and Ken wondered what the computer would add.
“You are likely to experience frequent erections for a while, especially with how Jess has introduced you to sex. To be blunt as a human would put it, she had thrown you into the deep end of the pool. To be fair, you are both sexualy fristrated individules. Your lack of awareness of this fact while on the drugs suppressing sexual impulses is understandable. However in your files there is a notation that stated you had very frequent and regular nocturnal emissions. In layman's terms you were having regular wet dreams. This was your body releasing the pressure that was building up do to lack of sexual release in the only way it could. Now that you’re sexualy aware those preures will be more obvious. Jess has given you a direction for those sexual impulses to go, and therefore currently your mind strongly associates her with sex. It does not supressother feelings you may have, just that for the moment you are most aware of the sexual ones. Given time it should be something more easily put into the back of your mind. If you need to get your mind more focused when next the ship makes a port under more normal conditions I could direct you to getting meditation videos that might help. In the meantime data suggests that focusing on highly routine tasks helps. For instance if you focus on breaking down and cleaning a weapon such as the standard issue rifle, it should help.” Ken wondered if all computer’s were as long winded as this one.
Hand tablets were useful tools but did not offer as much information as easily as the ship's computer did. On the other hand if you asked a simple question it came with a simple answer. On the other hand the long explanation he realized as caused his rocket to disappear back into his sheath. So maybe it had been a good thing. “Thank you,” he told the computer.
Ken finished making his way through the center corridor of the ship, and entered the area the fabrication units were located. “So computer what’s been fabricated for me?” He said looking at a number of boxes. Shurely this wasn’t all things produced for him?
“A number of items have been fabricated for your use Ken. The blue box with the white ship suit marked on it is your ship suit printed to better fit you. The blue box next to that one with the EVA suit marked on it is of course your EVA suit. As there. Seems to be time, I would like to go through each outfit and see how well they suit you,” the computer added at the end, “I have tried to anticipate what you would want based off information from your file.”
Ken ended up spending time trying on different worn items. The ship’s suit was first, the EVA suit or Vac suit as it was sometimes called was next. Ken noted that while not powered, that it was heavily reinforced. Most such suits were hard suits, but most were not armed like military suits. Then he got to try out a couple of face rigs, for atmospheric filtration. A hazardous environment suit, followed that. Then it was back into a ship’s suit, and the computer surprised him by walking him though putting armored inserts into the suit. He could armor up the ship’s suit until he had something as good or perhaps a little better than issued armor from his time in the service.
Then much to Ken’s shock the computer took him through a number of boxes containing weapons. A selection of knives wasn’t to surprising but the pistol, PDW, and sun baton were. “Are these even legal for me to have while outside the military?” He asked of the computer.
“That depends on location Ken. If we are in a very controlled area you could not even carry brass knuckles. However some planets have no weapons regulation at all,” the computer answered him.
“I see. Where did Jess get the fabrication schematics from?” Ken asked with curiosity.
“One of her job’s paid in all the schematics a startup colony could offer her, Ken,” the computer told him. “Other jobs have included schematics as part of the payment as well.
Ken shrugged and responded, “Oh.” He went through all the weapons making sure they were ready for use by cleaning and oiling them. He also sorted out ammunition, based on the weapon it was meant for and its purpose. It was a good selection, though he felt confident that the armor piercing rounds were not going to be useful anytime soon, he hadn’t even used them except in training while in the service.
Ken spent a hours going though all the gear and making sure it was prepped. Then he spent time going through all of Jess’s emergency gear making sure it was prepared, he wasn’t too surprised that it was good to go. Though he would suggest that she go with a more armored EVA suit, especially given the unknown they might be going into.