Mekid Chapter 2
#4 of Stories
"So...." I rubbed the back of my own hand looking at the sidewalk, "where are you all headed now?" I looked up to see the kids looked absolutely unsure. The husband and wife looked crestfallen.
"We're going to grab a hotel if we can." The man said, ruffling his daughter's hair, "and maybe find work in the city." The couple looked at each other and shared a chaste kiss. It was so far from the rumors and tales I'd heard growing up in the college.
"I have a place," I could practically feel my lips cracking, they were so dry, my face heating up as the two oldest regarded me curiously, "I could use a hand fixing it up a bit, its neglected. My husband and I haven't been there in a few years." The two smiled genuinely, they could tell I was attempting something approaching charity, but was too proud myself to hurt their pride.
"We can pay for the fair," She offered, the woman who'd introduced herself over the meal to be Chagotha. Her husband Thueban, and their daughter Phula flanked her almost protectively as the boys, twins I learned named Rizak and Tyzer seemed to be playfully shoving each other in the background.
"No, I've got a car rental already," I smiled, I still wasn't sure why I was being so helpful. Over dinner the woman had shown to be intelligent, graceful and eloquent in both form and function on all levels. She refused to talk about military things, and avoided asking me in kind. This led to more intimate details about our lives. I'd spoke of my desire for daughters, and she'd fawned over her own children as they blushed and grumbled under praise.
I should at this point probably mention that average life spans and upbringing have changed a hell of a lot over the last century. The average species of Fur/Scale/whatever reaches Stage 5 of puberty around the age of 13. Since the world is a much harsher place they are seen as fully formed yet not necessarily capable adults. I believe from my searches that it took up to 21 years to raise a human child back in the day. By that time, I was nearly half a decade into my career, swollen with my second child of my own. That's not to say I wasn't keeping my things at my Parent's house.
These three kids I was looking at had to be 19-21 at the time. They should be enlisted, working, at higher educations not stuck to their parent's hip. I didn't voice my opinion that day, but I did use part of the money she'd handed me to upgrade my rental car to a minivan. The drive was a long one, but pleasant by all standards. I noticed a few things that made me filled with questions on the ride, to answer later. 'Thoo' and 'Chai' as they asked to be called seemed to operate in a very.... interesting dynamic. At times they were loving partners, and at other times it almost seemed like Thoo worked for her without question. Opening doors, taking his coat off for her; that seemed like just gentleman stuff. But thinking back to when they were eating, I couldn't help but shake that feeling. When she got up to go to the restroom, he cube cut her steak up for her and refilled her glass with his own without even a word.
I mulled this over the whole drive, trying to figure out what was going on until with a startled tap of the brakes I realized I was home. Simple farmstead, a field next door barely an acre. I'd bought it at mom's suggestion during the end of my tour and she'd come over once or twice to clean it up before I'd gotten a property manager. We got everyone inside and I turned on the lights and we all sat in the living room after a quick tour of the basics; shitter, fridge, beds, the usual.
"You have questions," she was looking at her lap, but I could tell she was not nearly as nervous about this as I was. "I am prepared when you are ready."
"So..." I swallowed, nearly taking my tongue with it, "you're... all Ekidna." I chose not to use the racial slur that came out of the war. I could see her frown but I continued on. "How did you get this far in land with the way..."
"The way your country see's us?" She supplied gently, and I was glad I hadn't shit the conversation on the first sentence, "Carefully and slowly. Also you can call us Mekid darling, I don't consider that word an insult, also I have no spines on my back so Echidna just sounds ridiculous." The tittering giggles from the teens confirmed her remark.
"You're old enough," I started again, "to have served--" I bit my bottom lip as Thoo bristled and she put a hand on his shoulder. I was suddenly reminded that I may be a large woman, I had just invited 5 people into my home that were essentially 5 years ago the boogeyman.
"Yes love," she smiled sadly, "we both served, they almost took Rizak from me and would have kept Tyzer if not for my Thoo." She ruffled the boy's, who looks almost twenty, hair-do as they both came to sit at their parents feet like they were ten year olds. "I was active when the bombs fell. I was offshore thank gods at the time."
"So did you do any fighting?" I felt like I was beating into such a taboo territory. I knew the rules, the decorum that came with this territory. But I'd never met someone from the other side, in combat or out, and certainly not anyone who portrayed such kindness..wisdom.
"Queens have the option," she said the word without the inflection I expected, "but I was in a leadership role. Thoo, being a Rook did not have that luxury. When the dust settled I found him the same time I found Tyzer." She leaned up, and the massive man leaned over to take the kiss on the cheek, "They were going to steal my Tyzer to help rebuild, that was their last mistake."
"You're using words," I tried to not sound like an idiot, "that are unfamiliar to me. I confess I no nothing about how...Mekids work." I blushed realizing both my slip up and how little I understood about something I'd been training to fight. No culture, no education on mannerism's, behavior, capabilities. I knew they had two arms, two legs, a tail, and a brain worth shooting. I'd worked in a hospital for over a decade and I didn't know what a Mekid looked like. They didn't even let us near cadaver for study, mekids were burned for fear of 'contamination'.
"Oh darling," she said the word with such matronizing warmth I felt even more stupid. "You trust us so easily, how did you-- oh right, you didn't fight." Turning her index finger on her own chest she smiled, "from what I have learned of your culture. You are a female." I nodded, reeeally confused at that point, "I..am not. I am a Queen" That one brought me up short. Hermaphrodites were common place in the new world of Palindromology. Triggering and suppressing so many genome pieces willy nilly like that? Reactions happen, intersex genders now made up 30-45% of the population most scientist suspected, though the true amount was usually hidden since not everyone was secure enough to display such characteristics. I listened intently as she continued, "though that is almost the same thing, a little different. Thoo here, likewise is not male. We don't have those genders, technically, in our species. A Rook is about as close as you can get though, in some cases more than." She giggled at that and I couldn't believe my eyes, Thoo blushed red as a tomato. "Lets see, Fufu is a Knight," she kissed her daughter's head sitting beside her, and I assumed Fufu was her cutesy nickname. "My boys are twins, but Rizak is a King, and Tyzer is a Pawn."
"So your genders are named after....chess pieces?" I tried to take it all in.
"Those were the designations those that created us originally gave, and since gender matters so little in our world we've never bothered as a culture to correct it." She shrugged, petting Rizak and Tyzer's hair. "Take my boys here, the fact that one has a penis and one doesn't has no bearing on them as a person, or whether or not they are truly my 'son', as some other cultures would try dictate." I couldn't fault her for that, and I smiled as the two boys batted away their mother's hands.
"So what is the difference," I looked out of the corner of my eye as little Phula who was looking uncomfortable all of a sudden, "between a Queen and a Knight?"
I could see she was going to take her time on this explanation, but thankfully it was Tyzer who cut to the chase, and I hadn't heard him speak before so it was a treat. His tone was musical, light but strong. "It means her dick's bigger than Rizaks." He chuckled then squealed as his bicep got punched by the boy in question. Mama didn't skip a beat, and I actually winced as the back of her hand managed to get them both on the noggin in one swoop. There was an awkward silence as we all came down from the outburst.
"Well," I cocked my head. I know what it's like to feel horrible in your own skin. Judging by the girls age she'd been born in this country, she'd known nothing but ridicule and judgment by proxy while her parents shielded her from the worst of it. "The way I see it, she's beautiful." I smiled a the girl seeing her peak at me through her fingers, "what's a few parts compared to a whole?"
"Indeed," Chai smiled at me seeing how I'd brought the girl back out of her shell from a horrible situation. "I tell her-- PHULA NO!!" The matriarch reached out for the girl as she dashed off the couch. The ferocity with which her mother reacted made me worried for what was coming, I put my hands up defensively. I was completely unprepared though for a barely legal teenage girl to throw herself on me in a clutching hug. I didn't understand what was happening, and I found my hands on her ribs as time seemed to slow. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Chai beginnning to stand, but my gaze was on the girl who was descending on me with the most innocent smile. Soft wet lips collided with mine.
I'm not straight, I know this and have known it for years. I like girls, I really like men and I even had a dalliance with a hermaphrodite in college before I met Donnie. I was not opposed to a light smooch, I didn't realize at the time what was about to descend on me though, and out of reflex my eyes began to close as I felt the tip of a tongue on my bottom lip.
And then my pussy exploded.
Okay, that's over-dramatizing it a bit, but what happened was almost worse. As soon as the taste of her tongue slid across mine... my insides were electrified. My stomach cramped to the point I whimpered in discomfort, my skin stood every patch of fur on end, my vision and mind became hazy and I was suddenly so wet I was soaking down the recliner I was sitting it. I felt them seize the girl in my lap, and a part of me wanted to fight them to keep her right where she was. Her teeth latched onto my bottom lip, and as she was pulled free they tugged it hard. That simple sensation carried so much suggestion, hope, desire, my addled brain took the pain as a promise of pleasure and my claws dug holes in the fabric of my armrests.
Sitting in my chair it happened; fully clothed and only seconds before composed, I came. No, that's not telling it right, let me say this another way. I threw my head back, screaming with tears on the corners of my eyes, humping the air like a whore and spraying the inside of my jeans till my knees were wet. I have never had a full on heat before then, and I don't have them naturally at all. I can tell you this though, if that is what a woman goes through naturally once a month there is a reason rabbits have a stereotype for fertility. If that was what sex with my husband had ever felt like I would be having children every chance I got till my parts dried up and fell off.
I was coming down from the high, which did nothing to stop my need for another, when I felt the weight press me back down. Opening my eyes I saw the mother of the one who'd given me such an amazing time and I leaned up for another of those amazing kisses.
"Shhhh...." I heard the sound in my ear as I realized she'd wrapped us up. I could see her tail coiled around us both, chair and all, as she bear hugged me back into my recliner. Her lips were on the base of my ear as she pressed our chests together trying to focus me, calm me down. I wanted to touch them, tease them, taste them. I'm not a small girl upstairs but even at my height she was almost an even match for fullness. "It will be okay," she kept repeating to me, "It's okay....I've got you...It's okay...."
How long we stayed like that I don't know, but by the end of it she was weeping softly. I could see the children looking fearful in the corner, and poor Phula looked horrified by what she'd done. Thoo looked.....I couldn't place it, stoic? Remorseful? Pissed? I finally tapped her on the back. She looked into my eyes for a few seconds before nodding. As she got up so did I, completely embarrassed as it now looked like I'd pissed my pants to the knees. Considering how hard and how often I'd just orgasmed through this ordeal I actually might have and not known it.
"We will call for a ride," Chai's words were weak, and I could see the shame in them as she spoke. Phula at this point was sniffling, and I looked back and forth between them.
"No," I said, my hand on my chest, "that's not-- what just happened?" I was as confused as I was still horny. Whatever was in my system did not give two shits about the amount I'd just cum all over myself, and I was rubbing my thighs together just thinking about it.
"That is the weapon of the Mekid, Vanesssa." Chai looked up at me and I sat back down under the gaze, "a weapon we can never turn off. Our saliva, our tears, our blood. Almost every fluid in our body that is not waste is...contaminated." She said the word with almost a disgust, and I was surprised since she'd spoken of every other aspect of her being with such approval. "Against another not of our blood, we invoke..." she tilted her head, "you have felt it, so I do not think you need to have that explained."
"Wait," I caught my breath, "you mean every time you kiss someone....honey," I turned to Phula who was looking at me like she'd shot me. "You're going to make someone VERY happy some day." I reached out, feeling my heart break as she flinched before letting me pat her head.
"We cannot stay here." Thoo said, "it is too dangerous. I'm sorry we troubled you." The big man lifted an arm, to which Phula ran under clutching his waist in a silent tear.
"I won't hurt you, I promise," I swallowed, suddenly scared this surreal day would end prematurely, my one link to a world not force fed me by my college would go away. "I won't tell anyone."
"He means," Chai spoke up, wiping her tear away, "dangerous for you. Vanesssa, we cannot control this, and our children are still young and eager. You are a married woman, what would your husband say if we accidentally...." She pinched the bridge of her nose, and I felt a lump form in my throat. "You cannot understand our culture, our people so quickly, and I do not know if it is something I can teach you safely. I don't know if I want you to know us like this."
"Is it really so bad?" I countered, "I'm not hurt..I mean," I caught myself about to suggest that her daughter was welcome to kiss me like that any time she damn well felt like it. Little Vanessa down there was doing way more thinking than she should at this point. I could see Chai was mulling something over in her head.
"Your husband will not mind?" Chai raised an eyebrow, "I was made to understand that other kinds were....single-mates?" She seemed to be tasting a word, "Mahogonous?"
"Monogamous. And yes most are." I flushed my whole body thinking about it, "Donnie and I are...different." I really didn't know how to explain to foreigners that my husband and I had a very open relationship.
It originally started as an accident. We were dating three months when it happened. I came home from work to our apartment and opened the door. To say that Donnie was confused to see me was an understatement. As was I, cause sitting in his lap naked as a babe was....me. Well to be more precise it was my twin sister that has since passed away during the war. She'd taken my spare key, my hair dyes, I don't like my natural hair and fur colors, sue me) and apparently more than half my future husband's cock up her ass before I managed to ruin the party.
He was apologetic, she was amused. He promised to do anything to make it up to me, she told me to dump his ass if he was too dumb to know the difference. Yeah, the difference, between identical twins, in the dark, drunk. I threw her ass out on the street after that. She joined the foot-ranks, I only saw her once after that. Needless to say I gave Donnie a bit of a cold shoulder after that. I didn't dump him but I gave him a week of hell. Finally he showed up with a bouquet of roses and a bottle of tequila. He told me he would make it up to me. I was to my credit completely shit-faced when I told him if he wanted to make it up to me he could bring me some dick since he liked playing around. In hindsight it was the most bitch thing I could come up with. He held me as I went through the stages of detox.
The next morning I was slowly roused awake by the smell of coffee and breakfast in bed. He fed me, massaged me, held me. I felt like a queen. Then he got me to roll over, and before I knew it I was on my hands and knees tied to the bed. Then he opened the bedroom door. I bit down on my gag as his whole flight crew walked through the opening buck ass naked.
They used lube so I wasn't dried out, but by guy number four I was worn out and gaping. Or so I thought. Bruce is an alright guy, and we still talk from time to time...but that day he was a monster. He was the only griffon in their flight, and a foot taller than me. All the other guys had done the same thing, pulled out and nutted on either my ass or my back. A fist full of my ears, he whispered in my ear about hoping we were compatible, and then he knotted me. I remember squealing in panic and protest. You never forget your first, and Bruce's knot is up there on the "ow motherfucker" scale. I remember feeling my chin lifted, and as the first ropes of cum hit me deep and hot I looked into Donnie's eyes. He slid a ring on my finger, kissed my cum soaked face, and said "marry me". I said yes with tears of joy in my eyes and we've never looked back. I guess cucking isn't really what you would call us, since I get off on watching him fuck too.
Back to the present, I smiled weakly as I told my story to Chai alone in the confines of my bathroom. She listened in rapt attention as I explained how our relationship worked. She prodded questions and offered insights I'd never had on my own relationship. "You are mated to him, but not sired by him." She nodded slowly, "this is a Mekid thing. We do this, we know this. In..." she blinked looking up bashfully, "in the service, Thoo was my lieutenant. I worked in...information." she shook her head, "I know what your...these people think of us. I swear on my children." She looked up at me, "My husband and I have never raped anyone. The situations may have been questionable, but as you felt. I have put hundreds of women to the cock." She bit her top lip in contemplation, "but not once was it not begged for."
"Lord knows," I grinned, "feeling like that, I'd fuck him."
"You would be better suited with Phula or Rizak for practice when times are right." She smirked and I was taken aback by how casually she mentioned it, my features must have show because she immediately lost humor. "I'm sorry, I forgot about your other issues."
"Um, my issues?" I put my hand on my hip, to which she immediately began waving her hand in front of her face.
"Your culture, you put so many restraints on sex." she smiled, "Sex is who we are, it is what we were made to do. We couple to make bonds, to show affection, not just to occasionally create life." She smiled looking at the floor, "our ability to breed is so well controlled we have little fear of the consequences of what your people call taboos. We nurture affections so that we better understand each other. It also created incredible bonds in the soldiers. I first met Thoo when he was mating one of my other subordinates as a solder drive. The poor girl had to be carried off by her friends, took only half of him and couldn't walk. Fufu takes after her father a bit."
"So you mean..." I swallowed hard hoping I wasn't misunderstanding, "You and Rizak?" What I got was a laugh, a high pitched belly laugh as she held onto the sink for balance.
"Yes," she smiled up at me, "and Phula, and Tyzer. In fact, the reason Tyzer is so quiet today is that he's still recovering from Thueben." She winked at me even as my face grew hot. "I am glad to have met one such as yourself in this barren wasteland of purity. I would still recommend one of my children first though if you do show interest. Thoo is a gentle man, but I have seen him break the minds of women by accident with what hangs between his knees." Needless to say, now I was fucking intrigued; terrified, but intrigued. This was so alien, so new that it excited me. I could see why they were so misunderstood and feared, it was a lot to take in. "It is getting late, we should find bedding for the night, it will be a long one." I watched her square her shoulders and take a deep breath, curious of her sudden resolve.
"Are you going to be okay, I mean is something--"
"We have a very good sense of smell my friend." She smiled at me weakly, "You may as well have done what you did all over my mate's face." She saw me blush and patted my shoulder, "It is alright, it is just that I know he will be very...eager after having smelled a new woman. Forgive me a bit if I sleep in tomorrow."
"Is it really that bad?" I felt me chest cold as I watched her go distant, recalling something with a look of forelorn.
"Would your husband care if you were to watch?" She gave a shy bit of smile. My skin tingled beneath my fur as I played with the bra strap on my shoulder.
"He wouldn't hate it."
"Bring a chair then....at the threshold....don't come into the room until he's rooted deep, or you may take my place." The woman actually blushed a bit and I felt the heat coming off her body in waves as she stepped chest to chest with me. "Do not be scared by what you see. He is far more gentle with someone else, he knows what I like and what I can handle by now...oh." She grinned, "and don't stand behind him, ever. We are nothing if not...messy."
The soft light of day filtered in through the window curtains, slowly bringing a shine to the various metallic objects throughout the room. The woman on the bed sprawled out lazily, drool hanging from the corner of her mouth as she hugged a pillow to one side of her head and scratched her thigh with the other grunting and grumbling. Opening her eyes with a squint she sat up and brushed the slip from her eyes with her palm.
"Good dream?"
She looked up to see the man standing framed in the bathroom doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Just remembering how all this started." Vanessa grinned stretching, her t-shirt barely containing the bust that stuck to it making it semi-transparent. "Remember the weekend you came home from leave? Early?" She grinned, biting her bottom lip in her smile.
"Yeah," he scoffed, "our new house was full of guests, refugees from another country and their kids....I get no explanation other than to deal with it...." he smirked walking to the foot of the bed, "then you cram your tongue in some woman's mouth, immediately kiss me....and then we wake up 30 hours later having fucked so much my balls had actual rug burn."
"Well, this is going to be one of those kinds of things." She sat up, smiling slightly as her swinging chest caused his eyes to go dizzy for a second swinging back and forth, "I have an emissary meeting this morning at 10, after that we will be....moving."
Donald, Donnie to his friends, pinched the bridge of his snout and after a few seconds threw his head back with closed eyes like he was staring at the ceiling.
"How long."
"Donnie, baby I swear this was not--"
"How..." he looked down; his gaze firm, but his face held no anger, it always amazed her how emotionally strong this man was for how timid he could act sometimes, "long?"
"Years? I don't know." she slipped out of the bed, walking nude over to the man who barely came up to her breasts. The two shared a soft, tender hug as they stood in the morning sunlight. "It was only supposed to be a theoretical project, I didn't know they were going to build it. I sure as hell didn't think they'd do it in a year, I swear darling."
"If they didn't listen to you, they're dumber than I thought." He cupped her rump, and she stood on her toes with a gasp and a giggle as he dug in his claws. "We're gonna, I'm gonna miss you so much."
Vanessa froze, pulling back slowly. Staring into his eyes like she was looking at some experiment gone horribly wrong she shook his shoulders. "Um, you're coming with me. We are ALL going. It's already cleared....I even have you compensation pay as a liason."
"You got me...liason? To who?" He looked up at her raising an eyebrow. "There is no way they'd clear me as you're helper. You already have Chagotha--"
"You know she hates her name." Vanessa cut him off, running her fingers through his hair, "And she is not my liason anymore, she's a diplomat for the colony. So I have no liason...." She smirked, "but no, you're not mine honey, you're hers." She watched his eyes slowly widen in realization, "I know you like her, and honestly honey she's fond of you. Just take your suppressors and don't get caught in public, all I ask."
"Who are you--"
"Thoo" She smirked, and felt his reaction against her thighs, "Chai and I talked about it, and that was the only conclusion we could come to that would keep everyone happy."
'I don't know how I feel about you to being attached at the hip all day." He blushed, gripping her ass tighter.
She kissed her husband, "I can tell exactly how you feel, it's leaking on my thigh. Now, I have about an hour before I need to get ready. Do you want to save this for tonight or--" The woman let out a squeal of delight as the man half her size dug his finger nails into her ass cheeks and lifted. The three steps to the bed were a monumental achievement before he dropped her on the flat of her back in a pounce.
"Oh...AH! Donnie thats the wrong--"
Two long grey furred legs jutted up like monoliths in the dawn, curled toes trembling as with a ferocious growl wet slaps filled the air.