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Shooting Star

Chapter 6

"Behold! Kazawi The Living Orb God"

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Faced with the pending dangers that grew closer, Z turned to face them in shock, but with the sight of her silky wetness that glistened in the sunlight, they stopped in their tracks.

"Oh, hey, little guys," Z said, as friendly as always. "Whatcha doing? I'm no de...deee...defiling cabinet? Honest!" She laid a hand over her heart solemnly.

The head shaman pointed between Z's legs, more particularly, at her clitoris, which appeared now as a pink ball that protruded from her flesh. He gasped and hopped up and down. "Kazawi, Kazawi! She has brought Kazawi the sacred living orb God! She has been sent by Kawawawah, the Star God! The giantess, ordained slave of the living orb has finally cometh! And we, its worshipers, at long last have our opportunity to fulfill what we lived for!"

Z raised a brow. "Slave? What slave?" she asked, rather confused.

"Yes, it was foretold before the dawn of our kind, and passed on through the powers that be! You, the slave, will bring Kazawi, and we shall cherish Kazawi, and tend to it in the ways of the prophecy!"

Z was going to speak out about not being a slave, a little offended, before a bulb lit in her head, an idea came, and she was still aroused so badly. With how needy her womanly southern quarter felt and their enthusiasm, she decided to play along, becoming quite excited by the thought of so much attention for her humbled clitoris. "Yes, a-huh, I am that...err...thing you said! Worship my clit! Yay!" She loved games and this seemed like a very fun erotic one, besides, pussy worship was a new one on her and she kind of liked the sounds of it so far. The grasshoppers, being none the wiser couldn't deduce this was not what they thought it was, being wrapped up in their own beliefs. Also, the fact that their own females didn't support such diverse and intricate sexual anatomy. To them, the resemblance was uncanny, and enough for them to believe in it.

"Brother, bring the sacred articles and the priest!" the shaman ordered, turning his head towards one of the members of his party. The other grasshopper immediately dashed off, disappearing into the forest as he hurried to follow the shaman's command. Meanwhile, the rest of the grasshoppers knelt on the ground in front of Z, falling forward onto their faces, all except for the shaman, who came up to her with all four of his arms upraised. "Oh, Kawawawah, we thank you for this blessing you have finally bestowed upon us! Allow us to shower the living orb with our praises, so that we may bring glory to you!"

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Jasmine, meanwhile, was growing more intrigued by the grasshoppers as she watched them. The village she was observing seemed to have become more animated suddenly, with the little people moving about in somewhat of a hurry. The mouse girl had experienced quite a scare when a massive group of them had moved in her direction, but she'd managed to hide herself in a tall clump of bushes until they had passed. Curiously, they seemed to be following exactly the path she had taken to get there, though in the opposite direction. She wondered about that. What were they going to do? The village seemed nearly empty now, and still some grasshoppers were leaving the huts to go after the rest of the group, though it had been some time since they'd left.

_I wonder if there's going to be some sort of gathering elsewhere?_Jasmine thought to herself. She pondered on that for a few minutes, and then she recalled the statue that she and Z had run across in the clearing. The way it had been placed had shown that it was of some importance. Could the grasshopper people have been heading out for a religious ceremony of some kind? If that was the case, Jasmine definitely wanted to try to have a look.

As she got ready to leave, another thought flashed into her mind. In her interest at observing the miniature village, she had quite forgotten that she'd left Z by herself in that clearing! If the grasshopper people were heading there, it was almost certain they'd cross paths with Z. Knowing the impulsive nature of her friend, Jasmine was sure that such an encounter could only lead to disaster. With her worry growing, she started hurrying back the way that she had come, wondering what she would find when she returned to the clearing.

When she finally reached the spot where she'd left Z, Jasmine was not prepared for what she witnessed. What she saw was Z with her legs spread and a legion of grasshoppers bowing their heads down at a short distance away whilst a few of the others, probably the religious ones of the culture remained within close proximity to the alien girl.

Oh, Z, what have you gotten yourself into this time?

With that, the shaman stood directly between Z's legs, raising his upper two arms and placing his hands underneath her engorged bound clitoris. He could reach it easily with her sitting on the ground, and he pushed up, placing pressure on the underside of the sensitive pearl. The blue-haired girl gave a little moan of pleasure, her already dripping pussy oozing moisture around his hands. exotically her trails of passion were lining his hands with her essence. He began massaging his hands around her clit, as though he was caressing a most precious object. Naturally within the sexy bubble brained girl's view, was an entirely appropriate gesture, considering she believed that her sweet pleasure pearl deserved any and all forms of attention. Those squirming fingers worked away causing a gently ticklishing effect with how small his digits were. Each digit working it's own effect as they caused a soft pleasurable compression that was becoming pure bliss.

Oh Jinkies that feels good...

"Yeah, mmm, that's right!" Z encouraged him, leaning back on her hands as the grasshopper's motions sent little tingles up her spine. Her cat tail was waving pleasantly behind her, back and forth as she looked down between her legs. "I am the...the...what was it...the slave of Kawasaki? Show my living orb proper respect!" she said half moaning.

Jasmine began flushing a little watching this happen, trying not to intervene as it could adversely damage their culture, however she didn't mind watching this for now, possibly absorb more of the customs, but was she lying to herself? The mouse girl slowly bit her bottom lip gently feeling the dampness starting to develop between her legs.

Winged, and ever faithful, those insect like creatures at the forefront also now bowed down on the ground raised up to their knees as a sea of jade swayed by their knees. They all turned their head up to the sky with their eyes closed, chanting and holding their arms as high as they could. The shaman chanted along with them, his tiny fingers playing along Z's sensitive pussy but keeping particular attention on her clit. Z found it incredible how wonderful it felt, especially from such a small person. But as nice as it was, the girl knew that it wouldn't be quite enough for her, and she desperately wished that the rest of the little guys would get in on the action. For the moment, at least, it seemed as though they were content to worship from afar.

A rustling sound came again, and Z looked to see a great crowd of the grasshoppers approaching, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of them. In the front was one adorned with shoulder pads of what appeared to be shimmering gold, who must have been the head priest that the shaman spoke of. He was carrying a long wooden dish of some sort, and he was flanked by a phalanx of grasshoppers carrying bundles of thin vine ropes. She tilted her head curiously to one side, her pointed feline ears twitching forward. The erotic experience only become more thrilling with so many eyes locked between her legs, including Jasmine's own.

"What's all that for?" she asked, pointing at the ropes and the dish.

The head priest approached her, and he smiled with a confused expression. "You should know as well as anyone what this is for, oh bearer of Kazawi!" he said. "The ropes are so that we may prepare you for our praise! This is the ceremony that has been heralded for centuries by the prophecies brought down by the God of Stars! Rejoice, slave, for this is your destiny as the glorious, exalted bearer of the orb. But you already know this, and are testing us of our knowledge, shrewd but necessary I understand."

"Yush, ahhh, mmmm, I was testing you, it's true. I'm glorious? Oh wait ahhh yes I'm totally awesome and babe-tastic!" Z boasted, even though she didn't have the slightest clue what was going on. Her judgement, more so the lack of it was furthermore clouded by the stimulating shaman between her legs, continuing to tease and stroke her pussy. "But, do you think I could go ahead and cum? Pleasy-weasy?" She was getting antsy now, the tantalizing pleasure between her legs starting to drive her a bit mad. The situation was not helped by the fact that she had been playing with herself for quite a long time while trying to get the bow tied around her clit and pumping it so it could be tied up. "Orgasm denial is fun for a while, but how about an orgasm?"

But her words went unheeded by the grasshoppers, who surged forward in a rushing wave and leaped all over Z's body. "Eeeeep! what the..." She was quite taken by surprise, not the least because they were unusually heavy for such small creatures. Then again, there must have been thousands of them, and their combined weight was enough to pull Z down flat on the ground. Before she could react much to what was happening, the ones holding the ropes were at her wrists and ankles, tying the vines around her limbs. Others of them came up with big rock hammers and wood pegs which were nearly as thick as their bodies, and they hammered them into the ground to serve as stakes. The loose ends of the ropes were tied around the pegs, and in very short order Z was tied to the ground, her arms over her head, and legs spread wide like a starfish, leaving her moist, wet pussy as exposed as possible.

"Oh I love being tied up, bondage too? Okay but make me cum then with a big super kaboom between my legs, I'm so horny now ehh mmm,!" Z exclaimed, suddenly brightening up again. "Oh, this'll be so super-awesome, I've totally always wanted to be tied up and stuff! This is so exciting! What happens next? Do I get sacrificed to the lord of cocks to appease the space demons? Oh, but I'm not a virgin, but tighter than some frigid mouse, so does that count?"

Jasmine squinted knowing just who she referenced, giving a little frown as she peered through the bushes. I was going to see if I could help her but now, I'll let her squirm longer...

The head priest clapped his four free hands together loudly. "Silence! This is a sacred occasion, and it must be treated with reverence," he scolded as a gag suddenly looped around her head, strapped quickly around her mouth. He stepped forward between Z's legs, standing with the shaman, who was continuing his worshipful massage of the "living orb". The grasshopper set down the wooden dish he was carrying, which appeared to be divided into four segments, each of which was filled with a different color of paint: red, blue, green, and black. "Brothers, let us adorn the bearer of Kazawi with her sacred designs."

The priest clapped his hands again, and several grasshoppers who must have been his assistants came forward with long paintbrushes in their hands. They dipped these brushes in the paints, and then spread themselves around and on top of Z's body. She gave a gasp and a little moan as they began running the brushes all over her skin, especially around her pillowy breasts and her pussy. Their brushes left curling, intricate patterns of color where they painted, and though Z had to admit they were pretty she couldn't decipher what the designs were supposed to be, looking rather random to her, although pretty.

"Oh, jeepers, that feels good," she mumbled against the gag while she heavily breathed, arching her back up as the brushes teased and stroked her nipples and trailed around her clit. The shaman had, by now, stopped his direct manipulation of her pearl, but the sensation of the brushes felt even better than that. Yet it was still not enough for Z, who was growing more and more desiring of something more with each passing second. Whenever she felt like she was on the brink of cumming, the brushes would come away and leave her with a frustrated feeling. She really _needed_to cum now, but either the grasshoppers didn't realize what she wanted or they had no intention of giving it to her. The grasshoppers not involved in the painting were now dancing in a circle around her, while the brushers kept up their task, paying no heed to the pleasured whimpers of the dripping wet girl they were working on. Z's orgasm was building she was almost there.

Helpless, lying on her back, and bare skinned, her body had been covered in swirling patterns of what looked like multicolored paint. The blue-haired neko girl was moaning, even whimpering, and she was absolutely covered in grasshoppers! More of them were dancing around her, chanting and shouting as they took turns going between her legs and rubbing their hands all over her pussy. The mouse girl was totally bewildered by the sight, her jaw dropping as she tried to make sense of it. Her own emotions, played their hand, but her rationality placing it down to enjoying what the grasshoppers were doing rather than any part of Z having any influence over her rising arousal.

The head shaman raised his hand, "Bring the chosen masseuse, his skills and strong hands have been trained and passed down the family line, to be able to handle, and offer the best massage, as Kazawi must be tired of such a long journey and it would serve to relax our deity!" The pleasure abruptly stopped as it drove the girl almost crazy in the desire for more, and just when she thought she'd finally explode in bliss. The others moved off her naked body bowing as they backstepped away, fluttering their green wings.

A rather muscular looking green anthro made his way forward, flexing his green muscles as he cracked his knuckles, followed by it's neck as it tilted it's head to the side, which accompanied a crunching sound. Z frowned raising a brow, fearless as always but even the fearless didn't like discomfort. Sexually frustrated, and disgruntled by the little one inch guy, she'd rather take the chance if she could orgasm, not that she had a choice.

Smiling his way and cutting his path through the lesser recognised grasshoppers, who bowed and moved aside, acknowledging his place within their society as one of higher regards. Z could barely keep control of herself, as the wait was maddening. The girl clenched the love muscles of her lower pelvis causing 'Kazawi' to nod which triggered an awe amidst the grasshoppers followed by oooo. The head shaman noted it particularly as he moved aside speaking up.

"Kazawi has made it clear she desires the massage! Come forth valiant one and ingrain your love into the living orb deity with a lasting impression!" He said as the muscular one too his place before the orb deity, reaching forward, and there it was, the pleasure resumed with the soft textures of its fingertips tickling along it.

Its eyes widened as it gave a little shiver. "Kazawi my liege, I have never felt the silks or scents such as yours before, you are incredible, and I shall fail you not!" He moved his fingers trailing them around the circumference of her sensitive clitoris at the thickest point of that shimmering pink love pearl whilst chanting some words of praise. Those wondering digits moved down the center were his petite hands finally came to cup it like it was the most precious thing in the world. His hands worked a stimulating magic over her clitoris, leaning down and bestowing a pleasurable but quite unique feeling kiss which sent a little shiver through the girls body.

"Ehhh," she moaned against the gag as two smaller anthros made their way to either side of him carrying pots. Z really wanted to beg for more but her mind was beginning to cloud from the pleasure, and too much teasing. Her body and mind slowly drifted into limbo. Then the pleasure stopped as he broke the small kiss and released her clitoris which wobbled free. Z became a little dismayed but glanced that he was reaching down into the pots, which contained something, a blend of honey which was unlike that found on other planets, and was as slippery as oil. His hands dipped in until they were submerged to just past his wrists before withdrawing them, slick with a sweet scent, potent and thin enough to be absorbed through skin lining. The masseuse had trained his hands to harden his skin enough for it not to affect him, however, something as delicate as the alien girl's extremely sensitive clitoris would soon be the pinnacle of pleasure.

Jasmine softly continued to chew on her bottom lip as she clenched her thighs, forcing more her own liquid love to break free from her pleasure well, to dampen her panties future. A robotic voice, quiet as a mouse spoke out faintly: "Complete translation complete, syllables, vowels and consonants logged. Language mode now available for a majority of the primitive language."

Jasmine wasn't surprised as it had a lot of chanting, and also could take in multiple conversations at once to be able to translate finally. She was curious what they were saying. "Translate, and transmit to earpiece. Jasmine withdrew a pea sized ovular device which looked rather plain and slipped it into her ear. She heard the voices and each word translated, apart from some off ones which came threw in their own language, not yet translated. Overall it was enough for her to continue blushing. I can't believe they don't know what it is.Whoa, her clitoris looks so swollen being tied up, does it even hurt? It kinda looks quite cute like that to emphasize her whole pussy... Wait, what is that stuff on his hands?

"Analyzethe substance coating his hands," she whispered as the floating orb responded to her. It took her a moment to understand, then nod. "Oh that sounds okay I guess," she replied with burning cheeks.

The green native touched the tanned neko's engorged clitoris as it took it firmly digging his finger into it from either side holding onto it as two tiny pinches were felt. "Eeep you greeeeeen freaksh ish my clisht you frishgin piece of... greensh poops, I'll shquash you when I'm..." she mumbled against the gag once more, but it was too muffled to even be anything distinguishable. The effects of the liquid were quickly felt, tingles as intense pins and needles mixed with the sensations pure pleasure rushed through it. "Ooooo, ow ow ouch, never mindsh pwease continue ahhh," she moaned as she lost herself in the exotic rough pleasure.

His hands worked masterfully as he rolled her clitoris within them. His grip loosened as he made long, light strokes, slathering the oil around thickly to give it a generous coating earning ooo's from Z.. His hands continued slithering slowly back and forth along her sensitive bud as she moaned softly sounding enticing and so welcoming. Her ripe, tender vagina drooled for more as her escaping womanly juices flowed down the recesses where her firm ass cheeks met. The intimate ball, all oiled sparkled within the rays of the sun as it began to settle. The pleasures began to increase exponentially rocketing through her body as her legs trembled coping with them as she moaned, "Yush pwease more, mmm,"

Jasmine felt her heartbeat skipping along faster as though the chirps of intimate passion beat within her chest, gazing at her sensually squirming body. His hands continued to move up and down the swollen love ball several more times times, in a smooth, confident rhythm. The masseuse continued with one hand, it's thumbs turned inwards applying more pressure as it made one hand into a 'lobster claw' shape, moving it's hands in the direction of it's thumbs as it dug them in a little, applying pressure and gradually pinching his fingers together, closing the gap between his thumb and forefinger. Z suddenly felt two pin like pokes, but being so gone in her arousal, she merely flinched making a cute ow sound. It diligently worked her sensitive ball.

As it finished its stroke, it twisted its wrist to achieve a lifting motion on what it thought was the muscles of the living orb. Z felt her build up towards release, just a few more minutes and she'd explode like a geyser. Where his stoke ended, his other hand took up the follow up stroke, repeating what he'd done which caused the golden skinned beauty to flinch again. A ow, escaped her shimmering blue lips followed by another ooo. The grasshopper wasn't done as he kept on going, alternating hands with a windshield wiper motion.

The mouse girls eyes never once left Z, caught in the dazzling erotic motions she made. With each labored breath, those caramels breasts heaved up and down her chest. The little guys fingers finally spread wide, once more taking her clitoris with a firm grasp, and began to knead it gently as if it was soft dough, causing Z's body to shiver. The sensual oily honey only took a next stage beyond tingles as she felt warmth radiating from her clit, it felt like it was buzzing away, the pleasure was unlike anything she'd felt and didn't mind the discomfort that mixed with it due to how good it also felt. She could feel it throbbing and pulsing against his working hands. Just as her climax approached it finally came to an end as he released her clitoris.

The Shaman spoke out, "That is enough, now we must remove Kazawi from the slave, and return it to it's thrown. It is embedded deep, bring the tools so we may extract our mighty Kazawi!" he commanded as Jasmine heard the translation.

Make my pain in the ass friend squirm in discomfort is one thing, but trying to remove her most sensitive bit is going way too far. What was clear to her was that her friend seemed to be in some kind of of sexual distress lost in limbo. Z's face was red as she had a grimace in her expression. The way that her eyes were screwed up almost made it seem as though she was in distress, and her back was arched up like she was struggling to get more. Jasmine knew that she had promised herself that she wouldn't interfere with the grasshopper people, but she couldn't very well stand by and let them do this to her friend and drive her crazy with the false promises of an orgasm that never came! As nervous and even scared as she was, the mouse girl emerged into the clearing, with burning conviction to liberate the golden skinned girl, moving towards Z at a brisk walk.

"Hey, hey!" she called, startling the grasshoppers, who turned and stared at her approach. "You...You leave her alone! Get off of her!" She gave a squeak of fright as several of them turned her way with spears, but they seemed smaller than toothpicks from her perspective. Pushing aside her fear, Jasmine charged into the mass of grasshoppers. She kicked her feet this way and that, knocking them away from Z as she continued to moan as if caught in the sways of passionate sex. Before long, the villagers were fleeing every which way, jabbering in terror and vanishing off into the forest, more startled than anything else, until the clearing was empty except for Jasmine and Z.

"Oh... Ahhhh...," Z gasped, sweat glistening on her brow with her breasts being hoisted up and down with labored breathing. She looked up into the sky with sparkling eyes. Jasmine rubbed the back of her neck, the adrenaline that coursed around her body remaining at a constant with the stunning nude girl squirming around on the ground still.

The mouse girl blushed as she knelt down on the ground beside Z. She began to reach for one of Z's wrists to untie her but paused, confused by what Z was experiencing. She looked so helpless and desperate. Jasmine shook her head emphatically from side to side, _I can't be really thinking about helping her orgasm but she doesn't seem like she can even move or help herself to her feet like this?_Her mouse ears flopping with how hard she was rejecting that idea. She tried hard not to look between Z's legs, but a glance told her that the alien girl was sopping wet with arousal, her pussy lips puffy and inflamed.

Z pouted a little not even comprehending that Jasmine was there, her eyes going wide like a puppy's. "Cum please gwass hopper mmm?" she begged with incoherent thought or any realization of who was there, believing it to be the inhabitants still.

Jasmine grumbled, not meeting her friend's gaze. But when she thought about it, Z had saved her from the plant creature last night, even if it turned out the plant hadn't had any ill intentions. And she did sort of owe Z one. She had never seen Z worked into such a state of neediness. Jasmine bit her lip. "Okay, okay, Z...ah...Look, if I do this, you cannot tell _anyone_about it. Not one person. You can't even tell yourself. Am I understood?"

"Mhmmm orgasm, ahh gwass ahhh ahhh hopper?"

It was clear all rationality had left Z and Jasmine feared she couldn't haul Z back like this. There was no telling when those grasshoppers would return. The poor girl had been teased into a sexual frenzy.This is gonna be hard enough as it is but I better save her sanity, and hope she comes around. Let me just get this over with. She shuffled down between Z's legs, gulping as she looked at the other girl's smooth, soaking wet pussy. Like the rest of her body, Z's sex was striped with blue tiger-like patterns on the lips, so adorable as to Jasmine's eyes, yet she refused the thought. Jasmine had never touched a pussy other than her own, so she wasn't exactly sure what to do in this situation, especially as Z wasn't her own species, but she figured she'd try what made her feel good and see how that worked for Z.

Reaching out with one hand, the mouse girl touched a finger to the bottom of Z's slit, tracing it up the slick, pinkish flesh. She felt incredibly slippery to the touch, and she was hot as a stovetop, too! Jasmine felt her face warm as she ran her finger up and down Z's swollen vaginal lips, the fur on her fingertip getting soaked with her feminine juices. Z moaned in appreciation, an expression of bliss on her face as she was touched.

"Ah more, ahhh please ahhh gwass hopper, yes gwasss hopper!" Z gasped, inspiring a little giggle from Jasmine. Jasmine blushed crimson, adding a second finger, running them around the edges of her friend's pussy lips, smearing her fluids all around and making her skin glisten. The neko girl's tail was waving with the pleasure of it, so it looked like she was doing something right.

Her hips were starting to move up and down, her puffy lips parting as Jasmine stroked her. Whenever she pushed up, she made the mouse girl's fingers slip in just barely, and it sent a shock of pleasure up her spine. She kept on rubbing Z all over her pussy, gradually increasing the pressure until she was pressing against her sex quite firmly. The flesh felt so wonderful on the mouse's fingers, incredible. Jasmine hoped that the level of Z's arousal would make this quick, but she knew she would have to hurry it along. But the more she did it, the more she found her eyes were drawn to the space where her hand and Z's pussy met. The pressure was enough to move those sexy lips around her swollen pussy, spreading them wide every few seconds as Jasmine's eyes mapped the way those cute pinks stretched. The tanned beauty was moaning loudly now, her massive breasts jiggling as her body undulated against the grass. Her pussy was so smooth and perfect-looking, and she was so incredibly wet that she couldn't believe it. Jasmine had never masturbated in front of a mirror before, so she had little experience with what she looked like down there. Was this what all girls looked like when they were aroused? If so...it's not so bad, Z's well, okay quite cute. Damn it what am I thinking... This is disgusting...

Taking it a step further, Jasmine positioned her fingers at Z's entrance and then slowly slipped them inside. Z gasped and lifted her hips up, her legs trembling against their bounds as the mouse's digits slid all the way in. Jasmine gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt what her friend's pussy was like on the inside. It wasn't smooth, like her own was, but the interior was slightly ridged, as if layers of rippled flesh, so pleasurable. As her fingers felt around, she could sense Z's inner muscles gripping and clutching at her. The sensation was amazing. She would never have thought that it would have been like that, not in a million years.

Now completely aroused herself, which was highly confusing for the poor mouse, Jasmine began moving her fingers in and out of Z in a steady rhythm. Z was beside herself with pleasure, delighted. She was more than encouraging, vocalizing her pleasure in the softest almost timid voices that were breaking through louder with the passing moment even though it was only with moans and high-pitched whimpers. Z's adorable sound sent electric jolts of joy to pass through the mouse's body. This was exactly what she needed, and the buildup that the grasshoppers had given her before meant that she was not far off from a planet-shattering climax.

Jasmine could see that Z was growing close, but she thought that maybe she could use a little more in the way of stimulation. At least, that's what she told herself, but in truth she was being grabbed by a sudden, strange desire to touch more of her friend. Raising up slightly, Jasmine took her free hand and placed it on one of Z's breasts. She had already felt Z's boobs before, though unintentionally, but this felt different. Now she was touching them because she wanted to, as much as she didn't want to admit it. The mouse girl squeezed her breast, feeling how firm they were, yet they were also as soft as the finest feather pillows. She let her fingertips glide over her mocha-colored nipple, taking it between thumb and forefinger and pinching gently.

"Ooh...," Z moaned. She was breathing heavily now, her head starting to spin in that special way that told her she was going to cum very, very soon. "Ahhh, I'm gonna explode, ehhh!"

The mouse girl didn't need her friend's words to tell her that. She could feel the inside of Z's pussy squeezing her fingers, clenching and releasing at a much faster rate than before. Jasmine kept fondling her breast, her own breathing rate increased as she lifted the thumb of the hand on Z's pussy, pressing it to her ribbon bound clit and swirling it around in a tight circle as she kept thrusting her fingers in and out. She loved the way that pink ball felt so squishy and had more give to move like a pleasure toy. The faster she thrust, the more she heard the sloshing sounds, messy, yet so desirable. In an instant, almost scaring her half to death, she felt Z's pussy clamp down on her fingers to the point it almost made them ache. Z let out a loud scream of ecstasy, and her stomach muscles tightened up as she began to cum hard, her head turning from side to side as she reached the orgasm she so desperately had wanted. Her pussy juices flowed freely, splashing over Jasmine's hand, soaking her fur up to her wrist with an oddly enticing, fragrant scent.

Contractions roared around her digits as she continued to plow into that pussy. Her heart racing, Jasmine kept on fingering Z as she came, watching her expression with fascination. Was this what she, herself, looked like when she was climaxing? If so, she could definitely start to understand what Z meant by "friends making friends feel good". The sight of the alien girl's relieved, ecstatic expression was gratifying since Jasmine knew she had been the cause of it. Though it was still incredibly awkward for her to be touching another girl, she did feel a certain sense of gladness that she had been able to help a friend. When Z's pussy finally relented and released its hold on her fingers, she slid them out slowly, drops of her femcum plopping down to the grass.

"Do you...um...feel better?" Jasmine stammered, struggling to bring her heart rate back under control. She was flustered and confused, and now that it was all over a little ashamed. She felt like what she had done was somehow wrong, but it had felt right to do it when it was going on.

"Ohhhhh...Ohhh... huh, what?," Z gasped, her breathing still irregular in the afterglow. She looked up at Jasmine, a huge grin spreading across her face. "That was the best thing ever! Yay, Jazzy! You missed my best orgasm ever, too bad a furgin virgin like you couldn't give me anything so amazing. Maybe one day, meow tehehe. Don't worry I'll let you play with it later for practice if you like so you can maybe give me one as awesome as that. Hey with friends like me you will be be an awesome les...lesb... that girl fucker word? If you just gave it a try I'll make sure you're not so frigid, I pinkie swear! Yippee yay! I can't wait to do that for you sometime!"

"No way!" Jasmine said, a little more quickly than she might have meant to. "I'm not a lesbian or...or anything like that!"

Wait she doesn't remember? I finally get a break, and I don't think she'd ever let me live it down if she knew. Besides I'm not into girls like her. Wait...I'm not into any girls period. It was an emergency is all.

"But your hand is on my booby. I don't mind you taking advantage of my tied up body, bondage kinks are cool with me." Jasmine gave a little yelp and pulled her hand back immediately, which set Z giggling. "Silly mousey, it's okay. You're still figuring stuff out, but don't worry! I'm here to help, because that's what friends are for!"

Jasmine was about to protest again when she heard a ping behind her. She turned her head to look at her floating AI sphere, which she had absolutely forgotten about until now. The sphere was flashing and pulsing.

"Warning. Alert. Ship detected entering the atmosphere." The sphere flitted about, the blue afterimage of its trail lingering in the air. "They are broadcasting friendly codes. Rescue configuration. Point of origin: Calzarus," which of course was one of the outer perimeter solar systems that were a short distance from Zexus's own. There was a brief pause. "Additional warning: multiple small life signs approaching this location. Count: unknown, but many. Suggest retreat."

"What!?" Jasmine yelped, as she shot to her feet. That could mean only one thing: the grasshoppers were coming back, and they were probably hopping mad that their ceremony had been interrupted. "Dammit, Z, we stuck around too long! Those grasshopper things are coming back! We need to get back to the ship! It sounds like someone finally came to get us!"

"Oh, Jinkies!" Z said. "One round of orgasm denial is enough for me! I don't want another." She sat up, yanking her arms up and pulling the stakes up out of the ground. She did the same thing with her legs, hopping up to her feet with a bounce in her breasts. "Let's run away, Jazzy."

Blinking, Jasmine stared at Z. "Do you mean to tell me you could have gotten up on your own at any time by yourself!?" she yelled at her friend, all of a sudden apoplectic with rage.

Z opened her mouth, then she closed it, a befuddled expression on her face. She looked at herself, an expression of wonder in her eyes. "Oh...Uh...I guess so!" She laughed. "I didn't really think about trying that, whoopsy! That was silly of me."

"Nevermind they're really pissed off and too many. We have to get away, this way!" Jasmine said as she began to dash off. She looked over her shoulder seeing Z hopping up and down with her fists out.

"Stick-em up, I'll one two bop you all! Super Pow, kaboom! clothing-line you, elbow dwap ya, and knee you in the tiny balls!"

Jasmine paused rushing back. "What the heck, there's way too many incoming," she cried with urgency as Z made flimsy jabs in the air. "Ugh, never mind that now you ditz," Jasmine griped, grabbing Z's hand in her own, and quickly began to tug her along. "Let's just get out of here!" She looked over her shoulder, yelping again in fright as she saw a horde of the miniature grasshopper people burst out of the woods, every single one of them armed in some way. She began running as fast as her legs could carry her, dragging Z along with her as they both made for where her ship was.

They ran much faster than they could have otherwise, so great was Jasmine's terror. As they came rushing through the trees, she could see the clearing where she'd landed her ship. A second ship, silvery and somewhat larger than her own, oblong and round in shape, was just landing on three spindly legs. She didn't recognize the design, but she wasn't about to be choosy. A rescuer was a rescuer, and they really needed one now.

As they ran up to the ship, a hatch opened up on the side and a ramp extended out. From within came a quite unusual creature. The occupant was some sort of slug species, small, possibly a foot if not a little over and yellow with slippery-looking with shimmering skin. His face was slightly elongated, and his eyes extended from the top of his head on two short, stubby stalks. He had two arms on his upper body, but he slithered like a snake as he descended the ramp.

"Hey, there," he called out as they approached, a friendly smile on his face. "I got your distress signal, and I came as soon as I could. What happened, did you run out of fuel, or..." He stopped as he saw them both running at full speed, Jasmine with a look of terror and Z completely naked. His stalked eyes went wide. "What....What's going on here?"

"Don't ask questions!" Jasmine shrieked. She ran up to him, bending over as she screeched to a halt, gasping for air. She ripped the breath mask off of her face now that they were away from the gaseous region. "We're being chased and we need to get out of here! We need to lift off right now!"

"Chased? Chased by who?" The slug looked past Jasmine and Z, and then he caught sight of the charging grasshoppers. He gave a burbling shout of alarm. "Holy shit, you're not kidding! Get in the ship right now, it's ready to go! I'll grab your craft with my tow beam and we'll take off." He bustled the two girls inside, slithering up the ramp into his ship as quick as his body could manage. He called up the ramp and closed the hatch securely. All three of them were moved up on a moving platform to the cockpit, and the slug grabbed the controls with a firm grip. "Don't worry about strapping in, this ship has a smooth ride."

Jasmine found herself hunching over as she moved bent over, the ceiling was quite low and for a large vessel as it was, it seemed rather customized for him. Z on the other hand was crawling on her hands and knees then rolled over onto her back swatting at the air with feline gestures as if she was playing with a string on a ball of yarn. "Look look, Meow meow! I'm a kitty, listen, meeee-ow!" Jasmine shook her head and brought her hand to her head.

Meanwhile the grasshoppers were fuming angrily as they bombarded the ship with little stones, pebbles, and miniature spears. The stones struck the ship all over, hitting the front viewscreen, the engines, and the armored sides. Luckily for the occupants, the flimsy little weapons were no match for the spacecraft.

The slug pressed a few buttons on the ship's control panel, and there was a humming sound as the engaged his tow beam. The beam reached out and snagged Jasmine's shuttle in its energy field, and then he pulled back on the controls, activating secondary takeoff and landing thrusters as they lifted off of the planet's surface. He began to accelerate upwards to build some speed as fast as he could safely manage, gaining altitude quickly and ascending into the clouds. and it was only then that Jasmine allowed herself to heave a sigh of relief. They were safe.

"Well...," the slug said, smirking. "That was...uh...more exciting than I thought it would be. You could have mentioned something about those grasshoppers when you sent out that distress call."

"We only found out about them a short while ago," Jasmine explained apologetically. "Anyway, we couldn't have even if we had known. I didn't have enough energy left to send a detailed message."

"Ah, I see...Well, anyway, all's well that ends well. The name is Li, by the way." The slug looked over at the two of them, paying particular attention to Z. He looked her naked form up and down. "Do you...um...always go about naked like that? Nice paint job."

Z beamed. "Thankies! No, not all the time, just most of the time. Stupid Jazzy-wazzy say I should wear clothes, how boring! So I wear them around her. That reminds me..." She reached up and touched her goggles, and her mini-skirt and top flashed back into existence. "I'm Z, and this is Jazzy. She's my bestest friend in the whole wide universe! Hey, want to fuck her? I'm sure she wants to thank you!"

"Z!" Jasmine snapped back at her.

"Oh okay, no banging her pussy then, she's saving her virginity I guess, how thoughtless of me. Oooh, I bet instead she wants to give you a blow job as thanks, sucky sucky hey Jazzy?"

"Z!" the mouse snapped once more. "And I'm not a..." she paused. Was there any point in repeatedly justifying herself? Z clearly wasn't interested in paying attention.

"Oh okay, she's ungrateful, and in denial. Nevermind, want me to give it instead? I'm pretty good with my mouth. Amazing even!"

"Z... Z.... Z! Just..." Jasmine sighed. "It's Jasmine, how many times do I have to tell you? And tone down the sexual stuff!" She crawled into a rather small passenger chair sulkily. "And this is all your fault, by the way, Z."

"Sounds like you ladies have quite a story to tell," Li laughed nervously seeing the beautiful ladies, but Z's naughty nature especially made him flush a shade of pink along his cheeks. He looked out of the front viewport, and maneuvered away from the planet with Jasmine's shuttle in tow. "Plenty of time to tell it on the way to Zexus. If it's anything like as exciting as the rescue was, that should be reward enough for picking you two up."

Z clapped her hands. "Ooh, I love storytime! I can't wait for the bedtime story, I want a blanky and a teddy, Jasmine has a big mouth, so she can tell us, oh and don't forget to make me sound good, I like to feel special. Remember Jazzy don't leave out the super-dangerous lesbo-licious plant monster!"

"Shut up, Z!"

The take off thrusters made louder noises as Li switched over to the main engines, preparing to get the ship up to speed in preparation for leaving the system. He slowly turned up the power, and the ship began to rumble as the engines heated up. All of a sudden, the lights dimmed, accompanied by a loud grinding noise and several dull thuds that reverberated through the ship. Shaking his head in disbelief, Li gasped and started trying to shut them back down.

"No no no no!" Li cried as he frantically pressed buttons on the control panel. "Engine one is gone, and the ship's too heavy to keep engine two going at this rate. It's gonna blow, too, in a moment!" Vibrations began to pass through the hull, causing rattling noises to echo through the entire ship. In an instant, Jasmine knew what must have happened. The pebbles and stones that the grasshoppers had been throwing must have gotten into the engines, and upon activation the debris had shredded and damaged the equipment, setting off the explosions they'd felt.

Jasmine moved in closer to Li, trying to evaluate the situation. "Use the takeoff and landing thrusters to boost the remaining engine? That could give us enough thrust to lessen the strain."

Li shook his head again. "This is a really old ship, seven decades old, in fact. It uses the old Scova Tech landing thrusters. The takeoff and landing thrusters require oxidization to function, we're too high up. We're about to lose the second primary engine. Then..." He paused to gulp as he broke out into a panicked sweat. "We're going to fall and build up too much speed for the thrusters to slow us down by the time they become operational."

"In other words they won't stop us from going splat. There's gotta be something we can do..."

Z looked at them both. "Oh, this sucks, let's have a threesome! I've never had one before so it's on my to-do list! I really really really want one! I so want to die with a smile on my face, yay!" She beamed at Jasmine and Li, an expectant expression on her face. "Ugh, Z... This isn't the time," Jasmine protested with a sigh. I guess that dimwit really has no fear of death.