Forbidden Cream
Sol, a tiger-wolf living in a time of interstellar travel and a pluralistic society of species, has had enough of his life at home. He needs a break from it all, a vacation somewhere remote and where he can let off some steam. But, his flight is destined to take him someplace even further afield than he ever dreamed of going to.
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FORBIDDEN CREAM
by Iscin
This is a work of erotic fiction.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over.
Characters © Their Players.
All rights reserved © 2016.
CHAPTER ONE
Embarking
Solarian, or Sol as he nominally goes by, arrives at the terminal just in time. He is not carrying much in the way of luggage, but is still ragged and short of breath, with his having been running the remainder of his journey here. He purposefully booked the last flight before the end of the business day to give himself the opportunity one way or another to change his mind. To leave now, even if only temporarily for holiday-making, might be interpreted negatively by some of the people who know the tiger-wolf. From his friends to his family the pressure has only been increasing until he ordered his tickets over the weekend.
Of course, no one else from the passengers to the attendants are aware of the young man's motivations for being here stepping onto an off-world bound flight. Not that they would care as in the urban sprawl they find themselves in each person's life is as a grain of sand on the beach, bland and trivial to the other grain besides it. Not that he requires an audience, in fact it is quite the opposite. This is his chance to be alone, to be solitary for once and heed the call of the feline half of himself. Not only away from any immediate familiar face, but even from their ability to contact him at anytime across the day.
As the automated customs processes his spartan belongings for the journey, Sol sends off one last message before turning off his phone and tossing it in the tray. His employer now knows that he will be taking those vacation days, all of them, immediately, without further notice. With a little luck and a lot of charisma he will still have a vocation when he returns. Although, even if he is fired Sol is confident that he can quickly find another employer, especially in a city as dense and needy as this one. Even the air seems to cloy at a person from the inside out.
His flight is a sub-orbital plane that will be taking one of the interstellar leylines. Technically, it is not true spacecraft and is dependent on being able to land again after a couple hours at most in a vacuum. Thanks to the queer yet unexpectedly useful manner in which high-dimensional physics works people can travel with speed and comfort from one distant world to the next without all of that mucking about with cryogenics and laborious space-time warping
A series of holograms are directing passengers in front of Sol as he is the second to last person ascending the ladder-steps and onto the suborbital proper. His seat is second class, yet comfortably at the snug rear end of the plane with a view outside through one of the spaceplane's portholes. As his bum meets the seat it adjusts to his weight and figure, providing a degree of comfort even as the holograms now indicate to all passengers, along with a vocal announcement, that they are preparing for takeoff; there is no waiting around with these things as the leyline traffic is far more important than the runways down on the ground.
It is no more than twenty standard minutes before Sol is rudely awakened from his catnap. The entire spaceplane is shuddering with a nasty whining and shearing sound coming from his fuselage all around the passengers as it is violently kicked out of superluminal speeds. Warning lights and an emergency announcement seem completely redundant as g-forces take hold and everyone clings to their seats for sweet life itself as they tumble from one unknown direction and into another
Invisible and unknowable bands of higher-dimensional energy are toying with the artificial intruder like two children fighting over a favourite toy. The only hope for anyone on the plane right now lies in the spartan and almost never used lifepods that are a mandatory addition to any commercial spaceflight, even a sub-orbital one such as theirs. Of course, as everyone gets up and makes a maddening dash for the nearest pod, there is no end to shoving and even some lashing out at one another.
Sol, however, is smart and instead of going into the aisle he waits until most if not all of the other passengers are standing and trying to shove one another aside. It is with this opportunity that he starts vaulting over one seat after the next. His entirely catlike pouncing allowing him to take a shortcut past the rabble and down to where one-half of the lifepods are attached to the fuselage. As he breaks the seal on the closest one he considers waiting and helping some of the others to climb on. But, with a sudden and violent change of direction he is thrown inside and realises it is best to get away as soon as possible.
The young man hurriedly regains his balance and hits the large and obvious analogue switch that starts the lifepod's automated escape sequence. Hydraulics hiss as the safety door is slammed shut, bolts self-sealing before the pod now begins engaging its retros. An automated voice warns Sol to strap in, which he barely manages with a concussion from his being thrown inside, before the pod rapidly departs from the twisting and compromising structure of the spaceplane. There is no viewport to see what is happening outside and all Sol can do is tense up under the lone source of artificial light inside the pod and silently pray to whatever deity is listening that today is not the day it all ends for him.
CHAPTER TWO
The Pariah
It rained during the night. The leaves are glistening in the morning light, whilst the grass is soggy and sticks wetly underneath Tamiko's hooves as shi steps out of hir hut. Shi takes a deep breath, the naked zebra's nostrils flaring up as hir bosom heaves with the invigorating air. Even after nearly two years of isolation, away from the others of hir tribe, the upright equid still finds delight in the peaceful solitude of these early hours. Everything around hir is alive, either chirping overhead or scurrying away as the statuesque hermaphrodite thinks about what shi is going to do today.
First shi is going to take a shower. Normally the equid would have to walk to the riverbed and bathe, but after this kind of rainfall hir water storage tank will be full. Shi rations it for drinking water throughout a week or even a month but there will be plenty of excess for hir to wash hirself with. Afterwards, shi will head on out with hir bag and spear, check the traps and if there is nothing there shi will track down a fresh kill for dinner later in the day. With this time of year there should be some wild-berries for picking too.
Once the essential tasks for survival and personal hygiene are taken care of shi will have to find something else to do to keep hir preoccupied throughout the rest of the day. If the rain holds off the strong bodied zebra might collect more lumber and do have another go at some carpentry. Although shi by far has the physical strength for it, shi is still nowhere near as skill with the tools as hir tribesmen back home. If only shi could go back and barter with them for their services. Yet, if shi were to do that the price would be far greater than some shiny rocks or animal pelts.
Tamiko is not typical of hir kind but is quite the abnormality. Apart from the whole possessing the organs of both sexes, shi is also a monster by comparison standing some three metres, or ten feet, tall and with the kind of broad shoulders and heavy frame that matches it. No male of hir own kind can match Tamiko's raw physical strength, nor hir more personal endowments. If shi had learned to play dumb they might have tolerated hir, but ambitions and one too many hormone-fuelled fights quickly led to the decision of hir being outcasted.
Although hir size offers hir security and resilience in the face of hir status as a pariah, it does little to compensate for the lack of a social life, comrades or even a sex life. Perhaps it is time for hir to risk hir quiet life all the way north here and try to return to the village. Perhaps the elders will have changed their minds, or even been replaced by a couple new ones by now. Those thoughts are dangerous. Tamiko reminds hirself, both for hir physical wellbeing, as well as hir mental health. First shi will shower, then shi will hunt and the rest of the day can be spent wallowing in hir self-pity if shi must.
However, before shi can wash hirself something amazingly outside of everything that has happened to hir up until this point occurs. Up above, a brilliant light streaks above the sky, spilling a moving light down onto all that creates dancing shadows. Tamiko squints as shi shields hir eyes and looks up trying to make out what manner of object is flying up above. But, it is only aloft for a moment more as it rapidly comes crashing down with a thunderous boom off eastwards in one of the more spartan areas of the forest.
The shockwave from the falling star's landing shakes the leaves and their associated water droplets, incidentally showering hir. For the first time since shi was a small child Tamiko physically cowers, crouching and holding hir arms up as if to shield hirself from some berserk attack. Haunting fables of the outsiders, of those who come from beyond the heavens are quick to float up from the deeper recesses of hir conscious and subconscious mind. Such visits were often met with much light and sound, not unlike that which the lone tribal zebra just witnessed. But, until now those of hir generation considered them just that, fables.
Even at this distance someone from the village must have also witnessed the light and sound. Yet, Tamiko is nearer so as shi should be able to comfortably make it in time to investigate before risking crossing paths with any of hir own kin. There is a curiosity welling in hir that the pariah is unaccustomed to and unwilling to suppress. With so little to do on a regular basis out here shi takes this as a sign, maybe a literal one from the spirits above, that hir life needs a change in it and perhaps shi will find that change wherever the falling star has landed.
Before hir eyes find the fallen star Tamiko smells the acerbic smell of its arrival. Something is burning, or was burning. Yet, it was not merely wood but something stronger too, almost sulphuric. Up above shi can still make out the slowly waning pillar of smoke that marks where it has landed. Shi must be closer now, no more than a few more metres as shi starts striding faster and faster through the thicket and between the trees. Only when shi finally sees where it has fallen does shi slow and finally stop, catching hir breath as even as shi tightens hir hold around hir good hunting spear.
It is roughly spherical, though with some odd protrusions and even lumps that look like it has been dented on the way down. Tamiko crouches down before shi continues advancing, hir eyes darting this way and that as hir ears stand at their zenith, primed for even the slightest noise. There was most certainly fire here, as there is charred wood along with fallen trees. However, the general dampness and thinner section of forest here means that it must have burnt out before Tamiko arrived.
There is still smoke all around. It is billowing out from underneath one side of the fallen star. Of that the zebra is less certain what is burning as there is no visible flame. However, there is definitely still heat as shi grows ever nearer to the foreign object. Poised between intellectual curiosity and the instinct telling hir to flee, Tamiko presses on with the former. Even without any practical experience of anything like this shi deducts quite accurately that the object itself is inanimate, with no obvious threat apart from the initial impact and fires it has helped to create. What happens next however, gives hir pause.
An entire section of the thing pops out with a loud hiss. It falls with a dull thud against the ground and kicks up some of the still hot ashes before settling. The zebra can now see the inside of the fallen star as an entire section of its surface has been removed to reveal an interior that is both cramped and exotic from the native's perspective. Still observing at a fair distance shi notices something moving from inside and, with shaky legs and some light bruises, the travelled inside of the fallen star emerges. Blinking into the natural light the stranger turns to scan the horizon. Yet he makes a mistake and touches the hot exterior, screams and falls back inside.
Smirking, Tamiko advances.
CHAPTER THREE
Outlander
After all of the foreboding stories and cowed curiosity, the fallen star's contents was very underwhelming. It was a diminutive male, furry and two legged like hir own kind, but with many differences after that. He babbled in a strange tongue as shi climbed in after him and hoisting him out with a single arm. There was no threat to hir here, shi could tell from a single look that this pudgy little man was no warrior. And even if he were, what could something as small as him do to hir? Fables of demons and dark magic are just that, fables that are nothing to hir now that shi has seen the reality of things.
After binding his hands shi has been leading him back to hir abode. There is no point letting the docile thing die out there and perhaps shi can find a way to communicate with it. Depending on what shi can learn from the outlander there might be something of worth for hirself and hir people. But, shi wants to be the first to have access to him, thus hir departure before any of hir old tribesmen arrive. Yet, about half of the distance back to hir home something bizarre starts happening.
'-ou understand me now?'
The outlander has been running his tongue in that queer language ever since shi found him. But, now he is able to speak in hir tongue as if by magic. This gives Tamiko pause, quite literally, as shi comes to a standstill amongst the trees, turns and advances on hir quarry. The little man flattens his ears and bends at the knees whilst shirking his shoulders trying to make himself as non-threatening as possible to the towering hermaphrodite. Even so, his Babel Shot seems to be working now. He got it the day before departing, yet it is supposed to take at least forty-eight hours before taking effect and even then it needs to adapt to any language it is exposed to.
'Speak. More.' Tamiko commands tersely.
'Sure, I think it's working now.' He says nervously. 'Can you please tell me where you're taking me, and why the roughhousing?'
'What is your name, outlander?'
'Err... Sol.'
'Well then, Sol, you can either come with me or stay and face unkind ways of my people. They saw the falling star too.' Shi says whilst staring him down, as convincing as shi is intimidating him with the shadow cast over him.
'Lead the way then.' Sol replies happily with a grin from ear to ear. He figures it is best to just follow and play along until he understands what is going on better. At least shi is giving him an option.
Despite the outlander's shortness and obvious bruising from his journey down, they both return to Tamiko's home in hood time. Shi shows him inside hir modest hut, which is actually quite spacious by the tiger-wolf's standards. He walks around, taking in each trinket and hand crafted object with curiosity yet wisely keeping his paws off. The zebra watches him for a moment before hir anxiousness prompts to interrupt and start asking him some difficult questions. Hir first is the most obvious, yet with the least satisfying answer waiting for hir.
'Where do you come from?'
'I'm not sure if you'd understand,' Sol mumbles, rubbing the back of his head as his eyes dart back and forth.
'But there are more, like you I mean? And you are capable of miracles?' Tamiko continues hir inquiry.
'Yes, to both of your questions.' He is still squirming a little, his eyes only staying a moment on hir. Is he guilty or something? Was he cast down by these others for some transgression of his?
'Will they be coming for you?' Shi zeroes in on what is important, what shi must for when shi meets with the elders of hir tribe.
'I don't know.' Sol replies honestly, acutely aware of the concern behind the large zebra's voice. Yet his eyes are betraying him still.
'Is something wrong?' Tamiko asks, arms akimbo as shi looms over him.
'N-No. Well, yes but... nothing wrong with the view.' Sol mumbles, his tongue racing ahead of his brain.
For the first time in what seems like a lifetime Tamiko actually blushes. It has been so very long that shi had actually forgotten what it was like to have someone stare at hir like that. Or rather, like the outlander is still staring. Dressed I only hir loincloth, and nothing to cover hir breasts unless you found the strap for hir animal skin bag, the zebra is showing off a lot and the oddly but far more comprehensively dressed stranger has been unable to keep his eyes off.
Perhaps it is the excitement from having survived the crash. Adrenaline, endorphins and good old testosterone working on concert. Or maybe it is just Sol's long standing interest in women of a certain size and endowment. Either way he is beyond caring about hir reaction. He might be stranded on a backwater planet, but at least the first person he has met is someone with the kind of tits you can stick your head and shoulders between. The tiger-wolf smiles as he realises that shi has been caught off guard by his reckless admission.
'You know. I'd be willing to tell you everything you want to know if you play nice.' Sol shrugs, his confidence spiking. 'Who knows, maybe I'll be able to take you with me and show you what it's all really like. Up there, among the stars.'
Cocksure males often mistake the kind of person the usually friendly natured hermaphrodite is. Tamiko might be flattered, and certainly surprised by the opportunity for real companionship after living by hirself all these years. There are after all only so many ways you can keep yourself entertained even in a beautiful place like this near the river. However, shi is not some laid back herbivore with a great rack that any old male can come along and press into his service. The dirty truth is that hir nature as a sexual being played the largest role in being made an outcast. There is just no denying that someone of hir size has exponentially more demanding proclivities.
The outlander removes his strange clothes and as his pants fall to the floor his disproportionately large penis springs on out. There is some merit to his assuredness with the way he looks at hir like some piece of meat. Among the males of hir own tribe Tamiko would find his equipment impressive and relatively unwieldy. It makes hir wonder if all of his kind similarly endowed. However, he has made a critical mistake as shi gets over hir shock and starts to laugh, heartily and truly. The sound reverberate from the walls and thatch roof of hir little hut.
'Why are you laughing?' Sol begins to panic.
'Oh little man, if that is the game you want to play. Then we are both going to have to take turns.'
CHAPTER FOUR
Native Style
It takes Sol all of five, or maybe six, seconds to realise his gross mistake. His dick had only just begun to stir from its furry sheath as the zebra avails hirself of hir loincloth. What had been surprisingly well hidden underneath is not merely some equine penis, that Sol has seen and experienced plenty of times before, but possibly the single largest horsecock he has ever seen in his life; at least first hand. Even whilst soft the hermaphrodite's dong is like some fattened serpent that has tied itself around hir waist and dangles between hir other two legs.
The black, flesh surface of it begins to visibly throb to hir heartbeat. Hir eyes and facial expression are changing to a more sultry, and in their own way hungry state as hir male genitalia begins growing right before hir guest's eyes. It is just the tiger-wolf's luck to have the first native he meets being not only a hermaphrodite, but one that puts his own generous gifts to shame. Now that he has broached the possibility, revealed himself as being a mere man of flesh and blood, and not a god of magic and divine power; well there seems to be little that he can do to dissuade the advancing woman.
Shi pounces him, lifting the little alien up by both of his arms. He thrashes in a futile gesture of resistance. Tamiko is still laughing at him, almost as if having become possessed by a spirit not entirely her own. No longer the kind stranger who was to offer shelter and food, shi now expects some payment from the outlander for the privilege of his rescue. Payment that will justify hir years of exile and a loneliness that even now seems unfathomable. An offering of the flesh that only as exotic and feisty as he can offer to satisfy hir barely exposed frustrations.
'Please, we can work something out!' Sol says as he is held down on the ground, ass up as shi ties his hands and legs just like a wild beast.
'After you have satisfied me, we will talk.' Tamiko says menacingly. 'But for now...'
A hefty smack brings the tiger-wolf to a yowling boil. With it his cock shoots further out from its sheath, the tip already dribbling. Despite his best efforts, his body is betraying him and years of muscle memory has his tail lifting high so as the zebra need not even pin it to his back. Tamiko enjoys this and loosens hir grip on the little guy as his squirming begins subsiding. With only one hand holding him down on the floor, hirself kneeling just behind him, shi uses the other hand to stroke along hir engorging shaft. The immense black endowment is definitely equine-like, with a broad head at the end of its heavy body, ready to flare up at the zenith of its purpose.
'You're not going to put that inside me dry! Are you?' Sol exclaims as he glances the zebra's python over his left shoulder.
'Oh, right. It's been so long I nearly forgot.' Tamiko smiles as shi lets go of hir hot, pulsating dick and instead moves both of hir strong hands around the tiger-wolf's tight tush.
Shi spreads, hir thumbs wiggling into the cleft of his ass as the male squirms and shudders underneath hir. Coming in close shi smacks hir lips, licking them moist before bringing them down onto his most sensitive orifice. He gasps before now purring as the hermaphrodite starts rimming him. Shi traces all the way around the edge of his sphincter, flesh and short soft fur growing wet with saliva before shi finishes with a hearty tonguing action that elicits a squeal of delight from the obscenely slutty male. These noises are only making hir loins ache all the more and hir cock is drooling all over itself and the floor at this point.
'I never did need to get any oil with the females. Not that it would've helped them much.' Tamiko comments as shi pulls back and goes back to stroking hir dick, now growing evermore slick with its own pre-ejaculate with which shi starts kneading into its dark flesh.
The zebra now falls silent as shi leans over on all fours, casting hir shadow and body warmth across the male's bare back. In this position shi intends to leave him no room to squirm free and will be able to leverage most of hir own weight to forcibly insert hirself inside of him. All of this Sol understands and accepts, still trying to suppress showing hir how much he is into this kind of thing. Or then maybe it is more to convince himself. He is a male after all, quite a well-endowed male after all. And yet, he is so utterly hopeless when it comes to someone larger and more dominant than him. Even here with this barbaric alien with little to no understanding of the scale and workings of the cosmos, he is still a happy, tail-lifting slut ready to have his ass pounded.
These thoughts quickly fade into the back of his mind as shi finishes crawling on top of him and he feels hir dragging that gargantuan instrument up and between his thighs. Tamiko is grunting as shi works to bend the already turgid phallus, it being too long to smoothly picot up from this angle. Now it is sliding against his ass, pressing between his cheeks as the tip of the spear continues to bubble and dribble, smearing hir musky juices over him. He purrs again, nose twitching and ears flat as he gently sways his rump and works to keep his cheeks as loose as possible as shi locks in on hir target.
Primed in position they both freeze, only hearing the breathing of one another as the heat of their bodies radiate back against one another. Next shi starts to lower hir hips, using only the slightest thrust but allowing gravity to do the rest. Hir immense organ spears the little man making him scream out in pain as his anus is forced open. The hybrid seems to be alternating from a roar to a howl and now a whimper as his orifice is resized and the first few inches of the hermaphrodite's colossal cock squeezes inside of him. Shi huffs and shudders as hir mammaries press down against the male's back and pauses to wriggle a little, letting hir loins swing pendulously as shi loosens up and enjoys the sensation of having another person around hir dick.
'It's been so long,' shi mutters. 'Please forgive me if I get... rough.'
Sol does nothing more than whimper in reply. His next breath is a sharp intake as shi forces more of hirself inside. The lubrication of saliva and pre-ejaculate seems lacking as pain shoots back from without and within. Feeling his legs is fading as shi forces more of hir thick black dick inside of the tight, hot male. His claws are out but only as a reflex, his body still remaining beneath hir, voluntarily now. They both want this, though Sol wishes it could be under better circumstances with access to modern sex aids. Yet, he grits his teeth and does as a good boy should as the tribal woman keeps pushing down until at least half of hir endowment is crammed deep inside of the outlander.
'FFFFUUUUCK.' Sol hisses, his eyes tearing up now as shi throbs against his prostate. The tiger-wolf's own cock is rock hard, pinned against his furry chest going up to his chin and the ground underneath him.
Tamiko changes the position a little, moving hir knees forward and leaning back up until hir body is almost vertically upright. It is not practical to simply thrust wildly back and forth, as he is too tight and would likely only be thrashed against the floor like some doll. Using all of hir self-control that remains, the ten-foot tall zebra gains a firm grip of the male by his sides, lifting him up a few inches from the floor. Sol realises that his sexual partner here is more than strong enough to simply use him like a fleshlight, moving him back and forth at whatever pace shi requires until reaching completion. As shi begins he tenses up, his tail coiling between hir breasts and over hir shoulder.
Sol's virgin like screams and Tamiko's surprisingly feminine and orgasmic groaning are at near perfect pitch to one another. Surely the noise they are now making can be heard some distance from the zebra's humble home. The speed with which shi pushes and pulls the tiger-wolf, shifting his entire body back and forth around hir dick is something that takes both of them by surprise. Tamiko has no interest in a romantic prolonging of this experience. Shi knows that every second that hir megalithic member is squeezed inside of him is causing the tiger-wolf untold levels of pain and pleasure. It is only by the shear intensity of it that his own moderately oversized genitalia is denied its own release.
Even so, the seconds seem to stretch out beyond reasoning as the male's neurology is battered with stimulus. His brain tries to gate the sensations, to process only the strongest ones, yet shi is so overwhelming that even his keen olfactory sense has become an aphrodisiac as hir musk permeates the room. With each stroke forward along hir black beast he gains the conscious control to take as much oxygen as he can before being pulled back and expelling it all as an almost anguished howling sound. His panting is incessant, his fur now wet with sweat and all he can do is wait and let his body be used as the bitchtoy he seems destined to be.
Of course, the end comes and with it comes a powerfully robust and incredibly pent up wild equine. Shi pulls him towards hirself as far as the little man will go. Legs and arms dangling, he mewls a pitiful whimper as his diaphragm is pressed down upon and he is rendered breathless. Sol still only makes it just over halfway before hir balls boil over and the floodgates go swinging open. Tamiko's loins rise up, hugging against hir taint as shi pumps load after load of thick, gooey zebra spunk with a whinny and a snort; hir fingers holding tight around the soft furry male.
For a second Sol thinks he is about to climax too, his cock twitching even as his body fills with new warmth. But, the pressure is too much, his breathing still being interrupted. His vision is beginning to tunnel, parts of his flesh tingle and with only seconds to go, he understands that he is losing consciousness. Sol tries to struggle, communicate what is happening, but shi is too busy holding him tight as shi continues unloading until the point where it starts spurting back out under pressure. But, it is all too late as his eyelids drop and the used and filled male finally drops off. The male's body is exhausted, his brain starved as shallow panting brings the bare minimum of oxygen back into his bloodstream.
Satisfied both sexually and socially with having established hir dominance over the foreigner, Tamiko will put him to rest before continuing with hir rota. There are still many more questions to ask, and possibilities to explore. Yet for now shi will keep this one as a companion and a dependent for now. He will be fed, kept warm and laid until something merits a change in their circumstances. It will be good to have a warm body to hold against hir at night, shi thinks to hirself with a smile.