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Two figures were sitting side by side on a rusting metal bench. The platform they were on received regular exposure to the planet’s exterior, though right now all the bulkheads and ventilation were sealed tight so all workers could move about safely. The only reason the seal could be broken at all was to vent toxic gases or to extinguish a spreading fire, since the local atmosphere held too much CO2 to sustain a flame. Near to them were several dozen others, a mixture of humans and cadynes all of whom were dressed in dirty jumpsuits and uniforms fit for their various lines of industrial work. The colony existed only to produce a constant stream of lead, zinc, silver, and copper. This planet was full of metals with an almost nonexistent amount of native microbial life. What microscopic life did exist forced everyone in the colony to receive two rounds of vaccinations yearly in order to prevent three separate fatal infections from spreading. Half of the microbes on this planet really liked calcium. One of the two figures, Lars, took a bite out of his sandwich. The cafeteria provided meal was all nutrition and little flavor. Imagine two half inch thick slices of white construction paper, and in between them you had a thick slice of yellow paper, and then nestled next to it was a thick slice of pink paper. Every slice was bonded to the other with a facsimile of what could have been a white hued condiment. The thick square of colorful layers of processed food was nutritious, but it was also very bland. If all an objected needed for it to be considered food was for it to exist and also have nutrients, then that was this sandwich. It existed, and it had nutrients. It came with a bottle of flavored water that was labeled as lemonade, but there were no lemons on this planet, and none were ever imported from a more hospitable place. So, it was processed water with nutrient additives that also created the illusion of lemonade. He’d never had real lemonade before, or a real sandwich, but he’d heard stories that both were supposed to be good. Just more reason to work until you could shuttle yourself offworld and to somewhere that actually had grass and a livable atmosphere. “I do not like these.” His companion complained. The look on the cadyne’s face was one of disgust. That look of disgust only grew each time he tried to eat one of the bonus nutritional substances provided to them from the cafeteria. They were considered bonuses because they were not normally included, but cadynes got them for free if they were requested, as they had a higher calorie intake requirement than their human counterparts. But his companion kept eating them, since wasting them was to be offensive. Lars reached over and picked one up out of the small container. It was an orange cylinder with two rounded ends. Think of it like a big orange pill the size of your pinky finger measured from fingertip to your middle knuckle. They weren’t actually baby carrots, but that’s what they were called on the container. Just like the sandwich, they were facsimiles of what they were modeled after. It was just a small container of heavily processed nutritional bite sized snacks. Baby carrots were said to be crunchy, and when he popped it into his mouth it certainly had a crunch. It was like chewing on a plastic wrapper until it started to dissolve. There was an artificial sweetener mixed into it, as baby carrots were said to be bland with a slight sweet taste. Oh, these were bland alright. Bland and slightly sweet with a grainy texture that was barely tolerable. “You do not like these either.” The cadyne told him wryly, since he was watching as Lars ate the piece he’d stolen. He nodded. “They’re terrible.” He agreed. Everything they ate was terrible if it came from the cafeteria, but the cafeteria was free and provided meals thrice daily. Meals were mostly the same but contained all essential nutrients and calories. Resources were always tight here, so rationing was essential, and that included the sorts of foods provided. The highly processed meals given at the cafeteria eased a lot of burdens, and it gave the local government less reason to import large amounts of expensive import foods. You could still buy real food if you wanted, but those were considered luxury goods and were prohibitively expensive. “Do you want them?” His companion asked him, offering him the rest of the container. He shook his head. “No, you need to eat them. You need to eat more than me.” Lars encouraged him. The cadyne sighed and picked out a baby carrot facsimile and ate it with disgust. The fur on top of his muzzle wrinkled as he chewed, visibly uncomfortable trying to choke down a food group that was more torture to eat than stepping on a nail. It was entertaining to watch him try and eat the baby carrots, the cadyne’s vaguely canine features displaying a range of negative emotions. “Tonight, Yina is going to bring home dinner from her cafeteria. They are serving soup tonight.” The cadyne then told him. Yina was his companion’s mate, and his companion’s name was Juncar, of course. The two were mates, or just a married couple if they had been human. Soup, which was very different from the sandwich facsimiles, was one of the few meals the cafeterias would serve that was palatable. It was always one of two flavors, but both were on equal footing. One was a beef and chicken broth blend with rehydrated rice and minced vegetables. The other was something inspired by traditional cadyne cuisine, and it was a vegetable-based broth with a different assortment of minced vegetables and what was supposed to be grains of protein in place of ground meat. Since both were soups, it was easier for the cafeteria to artificially make them taste better. Salt helped a lot. “What flavor?” He asked. “Beef and chicken. Would you like to join us?” Juncar then asked. The cafeterias all across the colony worked on a set schedule for what meals they prepared and when. By saying it was Yina’s cafeteria that only meant it was the one closest to her employment. Every cafeteria held to its own schedule to create the illusion of diversity in what was really a strictly rationed diet. “I haven’t cashed my cafeteria credit for tonight, so yeah I can come if you will have me.” Lars replied. The cadyne smiled. “I can tell her to pick you up a bowl if you place your order before she leaves the spaceport.” Juncar replied. “I can do that before we end our shift. I’m glad today is Friday.” He replied. “Same for me. Tomorrow will be a good day since Yina won’t have to go to the port either. They changed her schedule; did I tell you?” The cadyne asked. Lars shook his head. “I don’t think you did.” He replied. The cadyne nodded, trying to stomach another bite of his baby carrots. “She works in departure now and loading zones don’t operate tomorrow for most goods.” He told him. “That’s good news then! You’ve not worked the same day shifts in a long time.” He replied. Juncar nodded again. “Will be nice to bed her down the proper way.” He replied. The cadyne saying that so bluntly made him laugh. “As opposed to the improper way?” He asked. The cadyne shrugged. “It’s very hard to coordinate our bedding with different schedules.” He said. A horn blew over the intercom, signaling that their lunch hour was nearing its end. It was a five-minute warning. They each had to drop their conversation and quickly finish what they had left to eat before heading back to complete their shift. ---------- The tram squealed to a stop, its passengers lurching forward as their momentum kept pulling them ahead. When the doors all hissed and slid open, everyone began to disembark. It was a tight crowd, the tram disgorging most of its occupants. All five cars in the tram were offloading people, a broad mix of human and cadyne passengers. He wasn’t very familiar with this part of the colony, but he’d been here enough times to know how to get to two locations. There was a cafeteria here he could easily find, and then he knew where Juncar and Yina’s home was located. He left the tram and began to squeeze through the thick crowd of people until he could exit the tram station and begin moving with the herd down through the corridor to exit the station. But exiting did not mean being outside. Outside would kill you without a spacesuit. No, exiting the tram station just meant you were now lost in a series of ever expanding and ongoing metal corridors and tubes. Each contained circular portal walkways and rectangular alleys. Storefronts of various local businesses and government run operations dotted the walls, and tattered posters were stuck to every service advertising everything the local government thought people needed to know. And it was noisy, people moving and talking. As soon as he was clear of the last corridor the colony noise grew more deafening. The local businesses with their gaudy neon lights and advertising broadcasts were everywhere. This part of the colony was newer, so instead of being brown and rusty red like everything else was, this sector was more of a brown and green, because they tried using more copper in the construction, since there was a copious excess of it coming up from the mines. He pushed his way through to the street he needed to be on and began to make his way to the residential block where Juncar and Yina lived. It was a long walk made worse by the overcrowding. As he neared the large sign that signaled their Unit Block, he felt a hand grab him by the shoulder. It made him jump with alarm at first, Lars quickly jerking his head to see who had grabbed him. The face that awaited him was several inches higher up than he expected it to be. The familiar face of a female cadyne was now looking down at him from her extra foot of height. “Yina!” He said her name, feeling relieved. “We meet!” She told him. It had been several days since he’d last gotten to see her. She smiled at him, then pushed him forward to turn him back the way he’d been facing, using her larger body to nudge him through the crowd and towards her Unit Block, the corner of something plastic pressing into his back as they walked. When she pushed him through to the open entryway to her Unit Block, he finally got to turn and see the cadyne more clearly. She was carrying a plastic wrapped parcel from the cafeteria, that was the corner he’d felt in his back. Yina certainly had been returning from the spaceport since she was still dressed in her jumpsuit, same as he was. “Let me get out of your way.” He told her, giving her room to move to the sealed door. She punched the number paneled with her fist, using her middle knuckle to knock the sticky buttons to type in a six-digit sequence on the panel. The red light over the ugly green door turned green and then hissed open slowly. It looked and sounded like it needed maintenance. He followed her inside, and she kept looking behind her to make sure he was following as she led him down the narrow corridors that made up her Unit Block. When they reached the elevator, she pulled him inside and mashed the button to send them down two floors into the basement level. The elevator gave them an abrupt drop of about five feet before evening out into a proper descent. The elevator stopped, and the door opened halfway before stopping. The elevator began to emit a dull buzzing noise. Yina grunted with frustration, grabbing the door and giving it a few shoves, which made the door unstick so it could slide the rest of the way open. That stopped the buzzing sound. “Your Block is worse than before.” He told her. “We put in requests for fixes, but they are behind schedule. Too many broken things.” She told him, leading him down more corridors. The noise here was muted, the very dull drone of people living in tight compartments with not the greatest noise insulation. He knew how to reach the outside of their Unit Block but once he was inside it was confusing. His own Unit Block was confusing too but at least he lived there, so he’d long since figured out the maze of twists and turns. They finally reached their home, a copper hued door with 068 stamped on its surface. She pulled out her key from the top of her jumpsuit, a small metal wedge on a lanyard. She plugged the key into its slot and gave it a twist. The door buzzed and she yanked the key back out before it had a chance to slide open. She invited him inside and he followed her in. He pushed the button next to the door as soon as he was inside to make it slide shut behind him. The cramped space of their home was not too different from his own Unit. Worse, actually. He was only one person in his Unit, but Yina and Juncar lived together in the same amount of space. Juncar wasn’t in the front entry, so he must have been in the bedroom. Yina told him he could sit while she placed the plastic wrapped parcel on the kitchen counter. Their home, much like his own and countless thousands of other Units, was just a rectangular living space split tightly into three equal portions. The first portion was the front entry, which was empty when you first moved in. It was bare space you could use however you wanted. Yina and Juncar had acquired a couch, the standard model with a metal frame and elastic mesh cover. It was light in weight, rugged, but not really comfortable. The second portion was the kitchen and bath. It split the Unit in half and acted as a partial wall. On one side was the kitchen nook, which was also the walkway needed to reach the third portion of the Unit. It wasn’t much of a kitchen, very small, but it had a wall of small appliances and a tiny sink with running water. The bath section couldn’t be accessed from the front entry; it was just a wall with a thin television mounted inside of a shallow recession. The last portion was the bedroom, which featured a wall-mounted fold out mattress and little else. You had the entryway that led back to the kitchen and front entry, and then a sliding door that allowed you into the single occupancy bathroom that served as both toilet, shower, and sink. If you had clothing, you hung them from the ceiling on the pipes provided. For all other furniture you supplied it yourself using whatever means you had available to you. Lars sat down on the couch, and felt the elastic mesh barely shift under his weight. It was a very strong mesh; the couches being built out of surplus industrial materials. Juncar then emerged from the bedroom, no longer wearing the jumpsuit from his work shift. He’d stripped himself down to just his underwear, showing off his lean but muscular physique. It was obvious he hadn’t showered yet. The fabric of his underwear was stuck to his body from a day’s worth of sweat, and his dark brown fur was matted all over. He was a disheveled mess, his sweaty underwear leaving little to the imagination as it clung to his equipment. “Open it!” Juncar told Yina as he stepped behind his mate to hug her from behind. He’d been referring to the food, and she swatted him away and told him to go to the couch and sit. Juncar stepped through the entryway and into the front entry. The cadyne reached out a hand to him and Lars reached back, the two clapping hands before the cadyne sat down next to him, their bodies touching from the closeness. Without the jumpsuit, Lars could smell the cadyne’s natural scent, mixed together with sweat and the earthy dust from their profession. cadyne sweat wasn’t the same as human. He’d never smelled an onion coming from a cadyne. They usually smelled more like… Heat. Like a spice the cafeteria used in some of their meals to cover up the bland taste. Something warm that hit your nose first and kept you distracted from everything else. And Yina was unwrapping the containers, until at last she unraveled the disposable plastic enough to discard it into a waste bin built into the kitchen wall. She popped open the first of three containers, and the smell of soup instantly hit the room. It smelled good after a twelve-hour shift. Yina popped the next two open, then gathered up three spoons from a drawer before digging through their limited supplies to find three drinking cups. The kitchen sink didn’t have a water ration tethered to it, but it was only allowed to output a slow stream of water to prevent overconsumption. She then began to distribute food to Lars and her mate. “You did not shower.” Yina told Juncar when she sat down next to him. “I’m saving water for you.” He replied. “Running back to use the lockers tomorrow?” Lars asked him, wondering. The cadyne shook his head, choosing to drink from his container of soup rather than use the provided spoon. The soup was always watery, and so he decided to do the same. Lars held the container to his lips and drank the broth until it had reduced enough to make the rest of the soup easy to gather up in a spoon. “Shower here, but tomorrow.” He replied. “I hardly get to see you clean these days.” She told her mate. Juncar could have chosen to use the lockers at work, as they had showers for everyone’s use. It was one of the only times you got to use water for bathing that didn’t cut into your own personal water ration in the colony. She started searching the floor below her, finding the remote control for the television. Yina turned on the screen. She started clicking through the eight channels of entertainment they had until she reached Channel 6. Channel 6 was talk radio and the television feed cut into an interview in progress, but the three weren’t paying attention to the topic. “So, your new shift is in departure?” Lars asked her. She nodded. “They moved me to departure, and now I drive the loader for small parcels and disassembled machine parts.” She told him. “You’re trained on the loaders?” He asked, and she told him that said she was. Yina was an operator. She was trained in both loaders, carry-alls, and land shuttles. Juncar and Lars were just laborers, whose training was mostly directed to tools and machinery. Lower skilled than her, according to the pay scale. “Go take off your jumpsuit.” Juncar interrupted his mate while she was talking about the loader she used today. She hummed in agreement, then lifted herself off the couch. Lars watched as she stepped around the couch to the small counter space in the kitchen. She put her soup container down on the counter and turned to face them. “I like the loader more; the hand controls are more natural. I really liked learning them in training, but I haven’t used one for work since last year.” She continued talking, her hands finding the zipper at her neckline. “Longer than that. Middle of year before last.” Juncar corrected her. She started dragging the zipper down her front, furling her brow as she thought about what her mate had said. “You’re right. Does not feel like it has been so long.” She replied, the jumpsuit’s zipper now resting just above her crotch. Her jumpsuit was of a different style from Jucar’s and his own. Hers was meant to be worn while operating large machinery, so the fabric was not as thick, and it came with a different style of wrist and neck seal for an alternate model of helmet and gloves that were intended for Operators. Yina’s profession had different needs from the laborers working the mines, like Juncar and Lars. She grabbed a second zipper at her waistline and started to draw it sideways. Like a belt, that zipper ran around the middle and was used to separate the top and bottom halves of the jumpsuit for removal, as well as allowing easier bathroom access. The entire time his eyes were glued to Yina undressing, while he listened to her talk while eating his soup. She stripped off the top of her jumpsuit soon as the zipper was undone, and she was only wearing a sweat stained tank top. When the bottom half was removed, he saw she was wearing panties, and just like her mate she was sweaty from working all day, her fur just as matted and otherwise looking like a disheveled mess. She picked up both items and walked them into the bedroom. “She’ll look good cleaned up.” Juncar said with what sounded like pride in his voice. “She looks good now.” He told him. The cadyne laughed. “You think she looks good all the time. What sport is there in being your mate when everything is always good?” Juncar asked him. “Do not judge him.” Yina returned, listening in on their conversation. “I like having a male around that always gives me approval.” Her mate then laughed. “Spoils you.” He replied. Now she was back, Lars openly looked at her figure again. She was not tall for a cadyne but compared to humans she was more than a foot Lars’ own average height. She was not fat, as the rations didn’t feed you enough to accomplish that, but there was enough protein coming out of the cafeteria to support a fit body that was capable of working long shifts. Yina had that, a body feminine but toned with muscle under her thin layer of light brown fur. Maybe at one point in time he’d have blushed a little, but not today. He openly professed to both Yina and Juncar that he found her incredibly attractive. In fact, at one point in time, he might have even felt shame when he confessed that he had a fetish for cadynes, but certainly not today. Cadynes always appealed to him, so much so that he actually preferred looking at them than he did his own kind. He was a member of a small minority of humans who thought like this, as most sentient life preferred their own kind rather than something alien. He still liked human women, and would no doubt marry one if the chance presented itself, but if he was only seeking friendship and a chance to watch a lady undress, then cadynes were the better choice. Juncar hadn’t been the first, nor his only cadyne friend, but of everyone he’d befriended on his work shifts it was Juncar that he was the closest to. They naturally seemed to have a good deal in common and got along well with each other. Supervisors always liked to pair people together into work groups that had as little friction as possible to reduce stress, so Juncar and Lars were always together now in their shifts. When he finally got to meet Yina, she was very friendly. Whatever Juncar trusted, Yina trusted without question. They were very ‘in sync’ with one another, and after several chances to meet with her and have a meal like they were now, Yina took to him same as Juncar had. And vice versa. He really liked Yina. “Do I get approval, too?” Juncar turned his head to ask Lars, playing off his mate’s comment. Yina picked her container back up and came back to the couch to sit. “I think you look handsome.” Lars told him, swapping the soup container from one hand to the other so he could reach over and playfully scritch the cadyne over the top of his bare thigh. Juncar laughed warmly. “He did me better today, I got handsome and all you got was good.” He turned to tell his mate. She leaned forward and let her ears fold flat to her head, exaggerating one of the most well-known ways for cadynes to express sadness. “Yina, you are beautiful, and both of you are an attractive mess.” He told them both. “An attractive mess!” She laughed loudly. The containers for soup were not particularly large, so it was not longer before they were able to finish their meals. Juncar was quick to steal the empty container from him, and one from Yina, and since his mate had doled out the meals, he took their remains into the small kitchen and began to rinse them in the sink. The containers were not meant to be thrown away and had to be returned to a cafeteria in order for you to be allowed to collect another free meal from them. “What will you do now that the two of you share the same schedule?” He asked Yina. “He has been telling me since he found out that he wants to start bedding me properly.” She pointed at her mate. Her mate didn’t reply, but smiled broadly to show his teeth, making a bit of mischief as he slowly rinsed the containers with the trickle of water the sink was allowed. Water rations didn’t apply to the sink, but the pressure was so low you would never be able to shower with such a slow trickle. “He told me that too at lunchtime.” He replied. “Since we all have same schedule, we can do more things that we’ve talked about before but couldn’t. If tomorrow is free for you, then maybe we can go to the crater overlook?” Yina asked him. “That’s too long! I don’t want to ride a tram all the way there.” Juncar complained, trapped at the sink still trying to rinse the containers. “Tomorrow is your first day sharing his schedule. Pick something closer to home.” Lars told her. She made a grumpy face, the fur atop her muzzle wrinkling, then she shrugged. “I guess he is going to bed me properly then.” She laughed in defeat. Lars was watching her from his side of the couch. Her tank top was skimpy, as was her underwear. Despite her disheveled appearance, matted fur, and the clear signs of wear and sweaty stains on her underwear, she was extremely attractive. She noticed he was watching her and pulled both her arms back so her elbows were resting on the back of the couch. Her chest was now out, and despite being an alien evolved on another world far away from Earth, she was still obviously female like God had visited both homeworlds to plant similar seeds. Though you couldn’t get enough calories from daily rations to become fat, there must have been something buried in her genes that gave the woman a large bust, and something to hold onto when you were bedding her, because Yina certainly had both. Larger breasts than Lars saw on most human women, and hips that could compete with the best of them. “You give us an idea that’s better.” Juncar told Lars, the cadyne now shaking the water from the last of the three containers. “We can go and visit the old conning tower. Maybe grab lunch and take it there with us to eat and watch the ships come and go?” He suggested. “That is a romantic option! Are you going to watch us kiss on the railing like in an old movie show?” Yina laughed. “Yes. It would be a great movie show; I would watch it even as reruns.” He told her. She was left making a face, her ears flicking forward and back involuntarily. So many cadyne expressions were involuntary and if you recognized them then you could read their emotions a bit. He wasn’t the best at it, but with cadynes he knew well he’d learned several emotions, and one was embarrassment like Yina had just shown now. “Sappy sappy.” Juncar said, now stacking the empty containers inside each other. He finished stacking them, along with their lids, then returned to the couch. “Juncar.” He told the cadyne before he could sit. “Go get your brush.” He told him. A cadyne expression flashed across his face, his expression lighting up. He quickly turned and headed towards the bedroom. A similar expression flashed across Yina’s face, and she stood up to take two steps required to take a seat right next to him. “You haven’t brushed us in weeks.” She said with excitement, those two expressions that had flashed were ones of delight. Juncar returned with a metal puck in his hand, a puck with sturdy bristles sticking out of one side. The cadyne handed him the brush. “He asked me to get the brush, but you take my spot?” He asked her. “Just sit in front of me.” He told him, and another delighted expression flashed. He turned around and sat crossed legged in front of him, and now that he had the brush in his hand, he grabbed the cadyne by the shoulder and made him lean his back against the couch while he spread his legs to give the cadyne more room. He lifted the brush and touched it to the top of Juncar’s head then began to comb backwards. The cadyne’s ears flicked and twitched, surefire signs of pleasure as the bristles combed through his fur and stimulated the scalp. Next to him Yina’s tail was thumping the plastic mesh, and below him Juncar’s tail was thwapping the floor. Cadynes loved being brushed, though it wasn’t something most humans knew could be a recreational activity they could do with a cadyne. Most humans just assumed it was a part of a self-grooming habit or grooming habits between family or couples. His attraction to cadynes had often been likened to dogs. On this colony, there were no dogs. He’d never seen a dog in person, but he knew what they were from television and word of mouth. Apparently, back on their homeworld they were referred to as man’s best friend, due to the close relationship the animal had to humanity throughout history. Cadynes kind of looked like dogs, but there are apparently thousands of different kinds of dogs and most of them look nothing like cadynes. It felt a little derogatory to call cadynes dog-like, but the humans far far older than him, the ones that are now dead but were alive to see first contact with the cadynes, they had all made the immediate connection to dogs. That’s why they are now called cadynes in English Standard. Cadyne sounds similar to Canine on purpose. He’d heard the word cadynes use to describe themselves, but that’s in their native tongue and it was rarely spoken on the colony, Lars also couldn’t pronounce it. The history books said the familiar appearance of cadynes to dogs is one of the reasons humans found it so easy to accept this new breed of alien life as a potential friend to humanity rather than something to feel threatened by. It still felt weird to compare them to dogs, but knowing what he knew about dogs from other humans in the colony, and from the television programs… Dogs like being pampered, brushed and petted, just being given affection in broad strokes. It was said if you gave a dog love and affection it would give you loyalty eternal. Juncar liked having his head brushed the most, but he also enjoyed his stomach and his tail. Yina liked having her tail and back brushed more than anything. “You should brush both our tails, we need it. Mine is very matted with knots.” Yina told him. She was sitting so close to him that her body heat was making him feel warm. “I can do that. Stand up.” He replied, nudging Juncar with his knees. The cadyne picked himself up off the floor. His toned backside was now in front of him, and without hesitation Juncar hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulled them down so he could shake them down his legs and off his feet. His tail was still wagging, and Lars needed to catch it in his hand to hold it still. He started brushing, starting at the base of his tail and doing careful strokes all the way down. The fur on his tail was longer than everywhere else, coarse in texture. It was tangled in multiple places, poorly groomed from how long their shifts were. Neither cadyne had enough quality time to spend on proper grooming for their fur. Juncar was very happy with being the center of attention, or at least the subject of some grooming. He could no longer wag his tail, so he fidgeted instead, rocking his weight from one leg to the other while his hands moved from holding onto his hips to disappearing to his chest, scratching at the back of his neck. Just fidgeting with energy because he had nowhere else to spend it. Yina was fidgeting too until she leaned down and picked her mate’s underwear off the floor. She stood up and vanished back towards their bedroom. When she returned a minute later, she was undressed. She retook her seat next to him and resumed watching Lars groom her mate’s tail. He’d brushed them both so many times now that he’d gotten good at doing it the right way. It only took a few minutes to get Juncar’s tail looking as nice as it should. He stopped brushing, then reached up with his free hand and swatted the cadyne on the side of his hip. “You’re done, swap.” He told him. The cadyne turned and stepped aside as his mate stood up to take her turn with the brush. As both cadynes swapped places, Lars could see Juncar’s cock was now on full unfettered display. At some point during the brushing, he’d managed to produce half an erection. He dropped down onto the couch next to him, legs spread and unashamed of his nudity. “Since I’m grooming you both, do you think you can work yourself up for me?” Lars asked Juncar. Once, he’d have been too terrified to ask such a blunt and boldly lecherous question. Now, he didn’t care. In fact, once upon a time he’d have felt weird about asking a question like that of a man at all. He was heterosexual, only interested in women. But cadynes weren’t human. They were alien, they were different. Looking at a male cadyne didn’t feel the same as looking at a naked human man. There was a barrier there in the mind, or at least his mind, and it made it feel safe to admire and even feel attraction to a male, provided it was cadyne. Juncar was very attractive, a fit handsome body with toned muscle and a set of organs between his legs that put a human’s to shame. “Are you hoping I bed her properly tonight?” The cadyne asked, already reaching between his legs to start stroking his shaft. “You were going to bed me tonight regardless, so we got lucky he wanted to give us grooming!” Yina replied. “I guess it depends on how generous you’re feeling.” He told them both. “How greedy are you feeling?” Yina asked instead. He smiled. He used to feel greedy and selfish when he first asked them things, since even though they were putting themselves on offer it felt wrong to ask for such personal things of them. But, like how dogs on the homeworld gave loyalty eternal to humans that gave them love and affection, Yina and Juncar were like his dogs. He became their friend and gave them love and affection, and in return he was reaping the fruit of their loyalty. “How long has it been since you popped?” He asked Juncar. The cadyne shrugged, thinking. “Too long. My hole is dry because of him, barren.” Yina spoke up sarcastically. “Not that long! Maybe a week?” Juncar replied. “Longer than!” Yina protested, turning her head around to scowl at her mate. “I trust Yina more than you, it’s probably been two weeks or more, right?” He asked. Juncar shrugged, his hand stroking his cock and willing it easily to a full erection. He opened turned his head to look at the cadyne’s cock. The cadyne noticed and let go of his shaft and allowed himself to be on full display. Cadynes had dicks that looked surprisingly human. If it weren’t for a tiny detail or two that gave it away, you might could confuse the two in a photo. Once, he’d have never thought he’d be glad to see a huge cock, but not today. “I want to watch Yina milk you with her mouth, but you’re not allowed to pop until I say so.” Lars replied, having made his decision. “Awful!” Juncar protested even though his tail was slapping the couch. His cock certainly wasn’t softening. “When do you say so?” Juncar asked him, reaching out to grab Lars’ thigh through the fabric of his jumpsuit, giving his leg a gentle shake. “Only after Yina has popped three times.” He replied. “I like this idea! Very greedy!” Yina replied with a happy growl, a pep and energy to her legs as she fidgeted her weight from one leg to the other same as Juncar had been doing before. Juncar made an exaggerated groan, but his tail hadn’t stopped beating the couch. All this time, he’d been brushing Yina’s tail, but he wasn’t finished. He sat the brush down in his lap to give his right hand a short rest, grabbing her rump with both hands instead, one cheek per palm. Using his thumbs, he shamelessly spread her backside, seeing the light brown of her fur part until the pink of her asshole appeared. Lower than that was the equally pink edge of her pussy. Yina lifted her tail for him and stopped rocking her weight from side to side so Lars could more easily admire her. “A good place for bedding.” Juncar said, leaning against Lars to share in the view. “Turn around.” He told her. She did, his hands moving away to let her twist around until she was facing him. Her pussy on display, he stared at her mound, then looked up her body. His eyes moved from her slit to her mons, and up across her tight abdominals, and then her ample breasts. Her face was looking down at him, smiling, now back rocking her weight from side to side. He leaned forward but didn’t do anything dirty to her. He just wrapped his arms around her legs and hugged her tight. His head was over her crotch like it was a pillow, and her hands found his hair and she began to run her blunted claws through his hair and across his scalp like the bristles of a brush. “Do you want me to groom you, too?” She asked him. “No, I just wanted to hug my favorite part of you.” He confessed. “I’m jealous.” Juncar spoke up. He let go with his one arm, still hugging her with the right. He reached his left down and behind him until he found the cadyne’s knee. Juncar grabbed his wrist and helped guide his blind hand to Lars’ other favorite part. He felt the cadyne’s rigid cock brush against his hand, and then he knew where to reach at that point. He went low, found the cadyne’s nuts, and then gently cupped them in his hand. Heterosexual, sure, but a cadyne wasn’t human. It didn’t feel wrong to openly fantasize about how attractive they were, it didn’t matter their sex. And those nuts were huge, wrapped tight in a fuzzy sheath. They were obviously full by the feel of them, no sag at all. A noticeable sag in a cadyne’s sack was a surefire sign that he’s been keeping them empty, and when they were going through a draught, they got heavy but also drew up tight like the balls were nuzzling up to their body in hopes that something good would happen. “Let me put go put my mouth on him.” She scratched Lars on top of his head, and he finally let her go. As he removed his hand from Juncar’s balls she knelt down in front of her mate and started licking her lips. She wasted no time in wrapping her mouth around him. The pair were always quick, very little foreplay for them. They would just get to business and often with great intensity if they were left to their own devices. If he was there, they went slower, at least for the things they knew he liked watching. Living vicariously through others was something he enjoyed, and they enjoyed the exhibitionism of it all. Despite the size of her mate’s cock, Yina’s muzzle was more than capable of swallowing him down to the base. Juncar groaned and sagged into the mesh of the couch, allowing his mate to begin the work of milking him. She was really good at it; her skill finely tuned from countless sessions of experience. Yina and Juncar had been a formal couple for three years and had dated for six months prior to that. That’s a lot of dick sucking. Using her hands as anchors, she gripped Juncar by the waist and let her head and neck do all the work while her mate lifted his arms and propped them on the back of the couch. Juncar slid his arm across the back of the couch until it wrapped around Lars’ shoulders, clinging to him affectionately while he reciprocated. Lars didn’t want to get in Yina’s way, but he did put a hand over the cadyne’s thigh so he could lightly scratch him through his fur. Yina had worked up so much spit now that her blowjob was becoming noisy. She blew him for a good few minutes, Juncar’s chest rising and falling with a growing pace as she expertly serviced his dick. He was making happy noises, groans and growls behind shut eyes as he leaned his head back to enjoy the moment. His grip tightened around Lars, the cadyne catching a good grip on his shoulder, giving light squeezes from time to time. Yina popped off his dick with a wet smack, licked her lips, then went right back down on him. Juncar exhaled hard, stretching his legs out in front of him, his toes spread wide before relaxing. Lars took his hand away from the cadyne’s thigh and slipped his arm around behind Juncar’s back to find the hand Yina had placed on her mate’s hip. He put his hand over hers, but she pulled hers away to clap it back down over his own, locking Lars’ hand in place over her mate’s hip. Her head sped up, bobbing vigorously until her mate let out a low growl. She stopped, smacking again, licking her lips. That fat cock was rigid and twitching, a streamer of spit drooling down the underbelly of his cock and no doubt a large amount of precum. She went back down, grinning around his cock as she serviced him faster. The wet noise of her mouth working over his cock grew in volume until he was beginning to arch his back. He snorted, his body tightening up. The arm he had wrapped around Lars squeezed him tight, then Yina popped off him again and exhaled hotly over her mate’s cock. Juncar was breathing heavily, his ears twitching excitedly. By the looks of his cock he was being properly edged, an eager cock desperate for a chance to unload itself. She literally blew over his dick then, pursing her lips to blow cool air over her mate’s shaft until he flexed in response from the air. Lars watched as she teased him, licking him lightly across his tip, then kissing him over his balls. She kept licking him, up his shaft, over his balls, back to his leaking tip. “You’re going to make him pop if you keep going.” Lars told her. Juncar laughed through a warm growl. She stopped, then pushed herself upright with her hands over her mate’s knees. When she was standing erect in front of them, her pussy was glistening. She clapped her hands together a few times. “Come! Switch!” She told her mate, and he groaned and obeyed her. Junca pulled himself away from Lars and picked himself up off the couch to switch places with Yina. She dropped onto the couch, the mesh squeaking and sagging suddenly under the force of her weight before settling down. She snaked one arm behind Lars and gripped him tight by his side so she could yank him against her naked body. The cadyne then lifted her right leg and spread it wide, dropping it over Lars’ leg while her left leg spread in the other direction. “Make me pop.” She told her mate. Juncar dropped to a knee, then dove in without protest. Lars watched as the cadyne began to drag his tongue across his mate’s pussy, pressing his broad nose against her clit. He was patiently but enthusiastically kissing her petals and digging his tongue between her folds. Lars watched him eat out his mate, digging in with wet smacks and licks of his canine styled chops. Yina growled lightly, flexing and squirming her body right next to Lars. With her free hand she began to scratch Juncar on the top of his head, running her fingertips through the fur of his scalp. “Think you will squirt a lot tonight?” Lars asked her. She growled in reply to him, tilting her head in his direction. “Mmmh, no no.” She exhaled, her voice showing evidence of her pleasure. She had a shorter fuse than Juncar when it came to a mouth being on her privates. “Dehydrated today.” She added. That sucked. “He’s not reminding you to drink more water.” Lars told her, and she let out another growl as if it was laughter. “Next time, I will drink lots of water, lots of squirting.” She told him, the hand gripping Lars by his side squeezing gently. Yina had the power to squirt like a hose, but not if she’d deprived herself of water. Her back began to arc, and Lars watched her face. Her eyelids fluttered briefly, then she held them shut as her chest rapidly began to rise and fall. Below her Juncar was eating her more fiercely, digging his tongue so deep into her cunt that his nose was mashing against her clit as he licked out her insides. “You don’t have to hold it in. He has to get you off two more times after this.” He told her. She happily growled, and her hand suddenly seized up on his side. Yina then let herself go, her body shuddering, both the cadyne’s legs twitchy spastically as she allowed her climax to wash over her. Juncar stopped what he was doing, pulling his tongue from between her lips to plants his own right over her clit. He started mauling her right on her most sensitive spot and Yina jerked, her body tensing up as she growled again, louder. She started shaking again, harder until she had to shove her mate’s head away. “One! Counts as one!” She barked between breaths. “One!” Her mate agreed, licking his soaking wet lips. His face was dripping with her. “My turn.” Juncar told her then, standing up with his cock proudly jerking in the air, dripping precum across the floor. She growled, then sat forward. Yina pulled her legs back together, then began to stand, but instead of going upright she just dropped herself back down and right into Lars’ lap, making him oof from her weight. Yina was heavy with height and lean feminine muscle, but now she was parking her ass right over his crotch and dragging her mate to stand in front of her again. Lars couldn’t see it, but she was now audibly burying her muzzle over her mate’s cock. She was leaning down, her head noisily bobbing over a cock, and Lars got to enjoy watching Juncar’s pleased expression as the cadyne watched his mate service his dick. This was a good place to be, so Lars grabbed Yina by her sides and began to fondle her toned love handles, enjoying the feel of her fur under his hands. Her tail swished, clapping Lars across the chest. As he watched her from behind, he moved his hands down to her wide hips, then pulled them together to push both his thumbs at the base of her spine right above her tail. She loudly growled, squirming. Yina liked this spot on her back to be rubbed, so Lars rubbed it for her. She started making happy growl noises as she slurped and sucked on Juncar’s dick. With her ass in his lap, she started grinding on autopilot as he rubbed her lower back, one thumb parked to either side of her spine. It didn’t take much, just a short up and down motion and she was rocking her hips on instinct like he was mashing a button that clicked something in her brain. Juncar was grabbing her by the ears now, panting down at his mate, mouth open, tongue out just like a real dog. The cadyne grunted, his legs almost turning to rubber so bad he had to force Yina off his cock. She was growling up at him, aggressively trying to go back down onto her mate. She won that fight, grabbing him by the hips and planting herself back over him again. “Yina!” Her mate gasped, looking every bit like he was struggling. Lars stopped playing with her spine and moved his palms up her back. He could feel her every feminine muscle, taut and fit through her fine fur. He reached the curves of her shoulder blades, then ran his hands back down. He drug trails through her fur with his fingers, two trails especially on either side of her spine until he was back down at her tail. She was the one to stop then, removing herself off of her mate, and flicking her tail up and across her back. Her ass was still parked heavily in Lars’ lap, her body continuing to gyrate on autopilot. His heart raced as he grabbed her around the base of her tail and yanked upward. He’d done this to her before, started doing it when given the chance because he’d seen Juncar do it to her whenever they’d fuck. She loved it. She sharply yelped, then arched her back and started rubbing her face into Juncar’s tight abdominals. Using his stomach like an old washboard she rubbed herself against her mate, her hands hidden from Lar’s view, but she was obviously taking control of her mate’s cock and balls. Juncar was groaning, holding tightly to her ears, rubbing them between his fingers. Yina reached a hand back and blindly clapped at her backside, groping for Lars’ hand. He didn’t let go of her tail but put his free hand in her way. She grabbed him, then yanked. Lars had to sit forward, lean ahead until his chest was curling over her back while she pulled his arm around her until his fingers were met with the wet furnace that was her pussy. He groped her cunt, still yanking up on her tail as his other hand began to dig into her pussy. Yina pulled her hand away, using it to wrap around her mate’s hips until Lars heard Juncar take a turn to yelp. She was grabbing him by the tail just like Lars was doing to her. The cadyne happily growled. “Make her pop. I want to cum!” Juncar told him. He kept digging in her pussy, two fingers at a time, and then three. She was a strong woman, and her pussy was tough. He’d seen Juncar fuck her like he was trying to break her, and yet she was unbreakable. So, Lars shoved four fingers into her, stretching her pussy apart until he was down to his last knuckle. Somewhere up in her cunt was a spot she liked, and he found it pretty quick. He knew he found it because her tail started wagging like crazy between their two bodies. Juncar’s was wagging too. Lars started fingering her harder, vigorously rubbing his fingers into her pussy while she grinded against him even harder until she was loudly growling. “Cheating!” She panted. She grabbed her mate by his hips and shoved him away. Her hands didn’t leave his love handles, she just clung to Juncar while she hung her head down, loudly panting, loudly growling. The muscles of her back were twitching, her hips were rocking, the pent-up energy in her body was growing more and more as Lars continued to finger her as hard as he could. He wasn’t experienced in bed, he was being sloppy, a big amateur with a woman’s body, but that didn’t seem to matter. Yina’s pussy gobbled up his hand like a glutton until she started to spasm. Her torso began to twitch, her ass shuddering in his lap as her cunt clamped down around his fingers. Her vice grip was almost painful, like someone with a firm grip had shaken his hand and was refusing to let go. She howled, Lars feeling through his jumpsuit the way her back muscles were flexing and twitching as her orgasm washed over her. Yina did not cum softly, it was a full body experience. “Cheaters!” She spat, finally ripped herself away from Lars and forcing herself to stand on wobbly legs. Lars watched as she clawed her way up her mate’s body until she was kissing him. Juncar reached behind her and groped her ass on both sides, slapping one of her cheeks and gleefully pulling up on her tail. She pushed him away, then hobbled back over to the couch so she could drop down next to Lars. Juncar pounced, looming over her with one knee pressed into the elastic mesh. Lars watched as the cadyne grabbed his mate behind her neck, taking her by the scruff. Her skin and fur were tight in his grip and she went limp, panting up at him as their noses touched. He watched the pair, now nose to nose, staring at each other as Juncar then took full control of her body. With his free hand he reached down to her pussy and slipped his own fingers into her. Juncar was more experienced, he had plenty of time to learn with his marriage to Yina, and Lars watched like a student as the cadyne used only two fingers to massage her insides. His middle and ring finger were all that he needed, quickly, fluidly, he kneaded her. To his eyes it looked like small circular motions, an action that started in the wrist and echoed through his palm and to his fingertips. Yina responded with music, panting and whining as she remained limp for him, offering her submission to her mate as he forcibly drew another orgasm out of her body. She whined louder but did not protest. When she popped, it made Lars feel like the amateur he was. The full body experience he’d given her minutes before was now being out shown by the violent spasms of a howling bitch in heat. Despite the grip on the scruff of her neck, Yina could not remain still. She clawed out at her mate, groping at his chest until she had him in a tight hug. She clung to him so hard the muscles in her arms were taut and flexing, the strain visible under her fur as she howled again and again, her legs kicking out wildly, her feet clapping at the floor. When Juncar was ready, he removed his hand and slowly eased his grip on her neck. Over the course of the next few minutes Yina calmed down, her body sagging under her mate as she let the hug come to an end. She looked exhausted. Juncar wore a smugly satisfied look on his face as he looked over his mate’s naked body. Lars looked over her body too, at her tits, her tight abdominals, her sopping wet pussy. “That was three times.” He panted, now back to standing, an almost triumphant pose as he loomed over Yina. His cock looked painfully erect, angry, his nuts full to bursting. “It’s your turn then.” Lars told him, as that was the agreement. “I’m not cumming on the couch, not enough room.” He replied, then leaned down to lightly pat Yina on the cheek. “We are going to the bed!” She dragged herself upright, but with jelly legs she didn’t make it very far. Juncar had to slip his hands under her pits and haul her up to his level. As they began to slowly make their way to the bedroom Lars hopped up and followed them. They made it into the tiny room, and Juncar tossed her onto the bed. Lars stood in the entryway; the couple’s small bedroom being taken up almost entirely by their disheveled bed. The bedding had not been made, probably not in several days, and spare changes of clothing hung from the ceiling rods. The claustrophobic space was as compact as it was cozy. Juncar joined his mate on the bed, crawling over her prostrate body. The two started kissing, the strong cadyne male dragging Yina across the bed until he had her parked in the middle. Lars watched intently from behind, moving inside to quietly find a spot at the end of the bed to sit. Juncar wasted no time, spreading Yina’s legs apart before shoving himself inside her cunt. As soon as he hilted her, both cadyne’s grunted. He twisted his head around, making sure Lars was there watching, then turned back to face his mate. He started fucking her, and Yina was howling and growling. The teasing Juncar had been subjected to, the lengthy edging, was now paying off. The cadyne was violently rutting his mate, slamming his hips into her, their matted fur wetly slapping with every clap of their hips. With two people so physically fit, the sex was electric, intense, and Lars eagerly watched them go at it. He slid off the bed, moving to the middle of the mattress so he could kneel down. Crossing his arms under his chin, he just watched, Juncar’s heavy taut nuts bouncing with his every thrust, that thick pillar of cadyne meat splitting his mate wetly in two. Her cunt was tugged taut, the pink of her lips turning white from the strain of taking her mate to the hilt. Her hands were clawing at his back, her legs kicking out to her sides. Then he started snarling, his body locking up tight as he buried himself in her as deep as he could go. While he snarled out his lust, she yelped with surprise. Lars was surprised by how fast he came; he usually lasted longer. He still enjoyed watching the cadyne’s nuts violently rock and twitch as he unloaded into her taut and toned body. When his body began to relax, Juncar still continued to thrust, but a lot more gently. He was only rocking his hips now with an easy rhythm, working his dick into her as his nuts continued to pump his essence into his mate. Eventually, there was no more room left in her cunt and cum began to ooze out from around his cock until it began to pool into a sopping puddle on the mattress. Juncar finally finished, and rolled off of Yina, panting from all his effort. Yina lay still on her back, looking at her mate with a disappointed look. “You came too quick! I was hoping for four!” She complained, then slapping her mate over the stomach with a hand. “You edged me too long.” He panted in reply. She growled with frustration then sat herself up before scooting over to the side of the bed to put her feet to the floor. “You caused this!” She pointed at Lars as she stood. “You told me to be greedy now I have a short fuse husband!” “I’m sorry, Yina.” Lars told her, but he didn’t feel bad. He felt quite good about what had happened tonight. She stepped around the bed, cum oozing down her legs and over the floor. There was no way of keeping this tiny room clean. The floors and mattress were both filthy, and even if you washed everything daily this married couple would only soil them as soon as the bed was made again. They fucked too much. “You did not bring a change of clothes. Do you need to borrow something clean?” She asked him, grabbing Lars by the shoulder to give him a look over. “I didn’t think I’d be staying late, so I didn’t bring anything.” He told her. “We do nothing tomorrow, so stay. I’m going to shower,” She told him, then stepped through the curtain of hanging clothes to enter the small bathroom space. “There’s no shift tomorrow, just stay and leave in the morning.” Juncar told him, now lying on his back with a cock soft and flaccid. The shower unit activated, the noise of running water filling the air. Lars sat down on the side of the bed and began to unzip his jumpsuit. He finished undressing himself and folded his dirty jumpsuit up so it could sit on the floor nearby. He was now down to his own sweat stained underwear. As he laid himself onto his back, he reached down to touch himself through his underwear, the first time he’d touched himself all evening. With how much water was rationed, Yina’s shower did not last long. The shower unit shut off, and then the dryer turned on. Every shower unit had air vents to assist in drying, mostly for cadynes since they were covered in wet fur. When she was done, Yina stepped back out looking much cleaner than before and only moderately damp. “We gave someone ideas.” She said as she crawled onto the bed to lay herself down between the two men. “Who ideas?” Lars asked. Juncar had his eyes shut, but he lifted a hand and gestured to the wall next to him. “Oh, I can’t hear it.” Lars admitted, his hearing was nowhere near as sharp as a cadyne’s. “Someone being bred properly.” Yina told him. She then reached over to him and knocked his hand away from his crotch. As she reached into his underwear to give him a hand job he shut his eyes and relaxed. After a while, he finally noticed a soft thumping. “Ah, I can hear it now.” He replied. Someone, somewhere was getting bred properly.