Mekid Chapter 5
#7 of Stories
The soft hiss of the shower drowned out the rest of the house as the two bodies stood in silence. Walter was a good deal taller than Tyzer, but head bowed in the spray he'd never looked smaller. The young man leaned against the wall with both hands. His Ekidna companion simply held him by the hip bones, forehead resting between the rabbit's spine between the big floppy and soaked ears.
"Tonight was a little intense." Tyzer whispered, sliding his hands up to the ribs and hugging around, pressing them together flat under the water.
"Yup."
"Your sister's really brave," He smiled softly nuzzling the muscles in his favorite back, "I'm not sure I could brag about you like that in the open." He opened his eyes when he felt the muscles grow tense.
"You....Pawns are up first tomorrow morning." Wally rolled his neck, feeling the spray across his face before turning. Tyzer let go long enough to come back in and hug the big man tight and pushing him into the wall. The knobs were over by the door, so the smooth tile walls didn't get in the way of their moment as he cuddled up like a pro in the soapy mess their fur made.
"Just remember... I love you." Tyzer swallowed hard after saying the words, his heart pounding in his chest. After several seconds of silence he nervously looked up, his expression going dark as he saw the pain and conflict in Walter's eyes. "You can't even....you know what never-mind."
"Tiz...TIZZY!!" Walter called after the man storming out of the glass room yanking a towel off the ring in the wall. "Wait, just--damn it wait!" The big man didn't even bother to grab a towel stomping after the angry fellow. Making it about half way into the attached bedroom, Tyzer spun, Walter nearly impaling himself on the finger being pointed up at him.
"I don't need you to fucking say it." Tyzer hissed, his index finger on his upturned palm turning over to poke the bun's chest as he gritted his teeth, "I just want you to stop acting like it's fucking painful to hear!"
"I'm not--"
"I know you have issues Wally," Tyzer's eyes were watering, "but you're so scared of being a faggot--"
"DO NOT," Walter raised his voice, something that happened so rarely that Tyzer actually flinched." Use that word with me."
"What? Faggot?" Tyzer sneered, stepping up till his chin was pressed to the bun's sternum, "Do you have any idea how much it hurts? Being introduced to everyone you know as your best friend?" The tear ran down his cheek as he pulled away, smacking the hands that chased after him, "how many of those little fucking sluts have asked me what kind of girl's you're into?!"
"Tizzy." Walter stood there, his mouth hanging open. The big man took a step forward, and despite best efforts Tyzer could not fight the strength that pulled him in for a hug and held him close even as he clawed and smacked to try and get away. "Tizzy. Baby...."
"I'm sorry okay?" Tyzer stopped struggling, burying his face in those pectorals and hugged tight. Nails digging into the bigger man's kidneys he hung on for dear life. "I'm sorry....I wish I could be what you want. I know. I'm not a girl, and I know you--"
"Stop it." Walter growled.
"It's just I know that--"
"I said stop it!"
Tyzer felt the hands on the side of his face, and looked up almost scared as Walter pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Which of them moaned longer they wouldn't be able to tell you. The two body stood there nude in the low light of the bedroom, glistening from the shower as they looked into each other's eyes.
"Just. Stop." Walter's husky whisper was the only words in the span of silence before he leaned in again. Tyzer's fingers splayed open quivering as one foot left the ground curling his toes. The second kiss seemed to last forever until Tyzer began giggling, now matter how hard he continued Walter couldn't get him to stop.
"Oh my god." He finally pulled away, digging his finger into the bun's ribs with his eyes squinted shut. "That thing still fucking amazes me..." He took a half step back looking down at Walter's undeniable reaction.
"I don't want to." Walter's eyes were watering, and Tyzer looked up at him curiously. "I...." his breathing was labored, "I just want to cuddle tonight." He watched his lover smile sweetly, "Tomorrow morning though I'm going to need some time to myself."
"Honey, you're drugged." Tyzer rolled his eyes, reaching up since it wasn't going to get any worse and dragging his tongue across his lover's teeth.
"I want you..I..." Walter seemed to be struggling behind his eyes. He got another soft kiss.
"I know..." Tyzer grinned, "I always knew...but you don't have to say it. I will want to hear it before the first kid though.." The young man busted out laughing at the bug-eyed expression. "What? It's possible, we just need a little help." The Ekidna grinned at the sheepish expression and the throbbing mass between them. "Someone likes the idea?"
"I'm really...." Walter panted with a huff, "really regretting my self control right now. Tomorrow morning is going to be rough." He didn't fight being pulled down for another kiss, and caught the thighs automatically as they wrapped around his waist.
"Give me half an hour of cuddling..." Tyzer bit his lover's bottom lip, "and then...maybe we can do the thing?"
"The thing?" Walter's glassy eyes came into focus as he started to reengage his brain, "wait. THE thing?" His hands moved from thighs to booty giving a firm squeeze as Tyzer laced his fingers together behind the bun's neck.
"I did drop the F bomb." Tyzer blushed, "something I promised you I would never ever do. Don't think it's the only reason I'm doing it...but it gives me an excuse." The big man began walking towards the bed, "Cuddle first though..." The two laid back on the bed, and Tyzer felt his body being squished into the mattress by the weight of the more muscular figure. "Cuddles...Cuddles...."
"I will," Walter grinned beginning to kiss down his face...his neck....teasing a nipple with his tongue before coming back up to a hungry mouth that growled at him as he sealed it shut with his own. "Do you want me to lick it?" He grinned as the Ekidna blushed beet red, "that's a yes....so....you can...you know..." the smaller man watched his lover look off to the side, lost in a turmoil of emotions. "You can call me that, that word, if we're....doing that."
Tyzer blinked several times, eyes wide in surprise and face slack. "Oh." His grin came slowly and with a bit of effort the big lug rolled to his side. Spinning like an alligator with prey the little guy pressed his back to Walter's chest as the later draped his arms across him. "Well, I think I could indulge." The Ekidna's slender jaw worked back and forth, sawing top teeth across bottom lip in thought. "maybe in return you can pretend for me..." He looked over his shoulder, and Walter closed his eyes as the kiss landed on his chin. "let me be your pretty girl."
"You've always been my pretty girl." Walter chuckled, practically purring as he rested his jaw on the temple of the man in his arms. "This is going to be the longest half hour of my life."
"I give it ten minutes tops," Tyzer huffed, "then I want your tongue in my ass, I'm not taking you dry this time.... faggot."
The burst of laughter preceded the squeal of protests as the tickling started.
"Pass the sugar?" Sylvia mumbled pointing to the bowl on the table. Cecilia barely registered the words as she slid it across the gap with the back of her spoon. The morning had been awkward as hell. "T-thank you..." the younger girl looked up at her through her bangs, "...for that."
"Anytime, Jelly Bean." Ceci mumbled smiling. They may fight over the TV, and spots on the couch and silly shit but no one could really know the depths these girls trusted each other. "Same time tomorrow?" She teased, pointed her spoon at the girl who frowned and shook her head to the negative.
Sylvia didn't bath every day. It wasn't a hygiene thing. Maybe it was the chinchilla in her blood, but she couldn't be bothered with the bullshit of a full on bath. Cecilia and Walter had teased her about it once, until they'd made her cry and then vowed to never again. Ceci smirked into her spoonful of cereal at the number of times she'd pulled someone aside and threatened to break their fucking nose if they ever said the thing they'd mumbled out loud.
This morning....Cecilia stared into the milk in her bowl trying to wrap her brain around it. It was too much. She'd woken up early. The same soft kisses, then the hand grabbing hers. Handjobs were their usual morning fair. Riz new if she got put into heat first thing in the morning she went nuts, no self control or consciousness about it. She still didn't know why she asked for it. Orgasm and Ejaculation were mutually exclusive for Riz. He could cum a dozen times and never blow his load. She'd asked for it this morning, and he'd given her the full load. She pulled on enough clothes so she didn't drip all the way to the bathroom, but she was transparent in that t-shirt.
She wasn't the only one having a rough morning. Sylvia had blushed and closed her legs when she came in. The main bath at the end of the hall was the one with the tub, and that was what Ceci preferred when it came to soaking away the deluge from her lover. Sylvia was sitting on the toilet, meticulously trying to washcloth away her latest little present from Fufu it looked like. It was not the first time C had seen that greasy load, but it was the first time she'd seen Sylvia caked up and smeared so badly.
They'd sat in silence as the older girl filled the tub. Once it was done she stood, pealing out of her clothes to the other girls chagrin. They'd grown up like sisters, but nudity was not something they flaunted, and knowing what she knew now she regretted it. She was about to step in when she made a decision that changed the course of her life.
Cecilia smiled, looking up at the girl ignoring her across the table as she remember how only hours ago she'd beamed a smile at her as she held out her hand. Sylvia was her little sister in name only. A little chunky, a lot dorky, and very stacked. She wasn't jealous, she convinced herself as she looked at that set of massive tits wrapped in pastel cotton.
Alone she wouldn't, but with a person she took to the water comfortably enough. They started with the hair. Like the boobs, the hair was over-sized and flaunting, and Cecilia wonder if she just secretly had extensions. The shit went down to her calves not braided. They stayed like that, comfortably laying against one another, enjoying the warmth of the bath and quietly having something that they'd secretly done on more than one occasion. Girl Time.
It wasn't till the bath got too warm, that Ceci started to worry. Her body ached, her breath was coming shorter, her mind was fuzzy. She leaned forward by accident, her rock hard nipples touching her sister back causing her to gasp when she realized. They were basically soaking in the leftover fluids of two very, very, potent Ekidna.
Looking over the shoulder, she could see Sylvia's own buds were rock hard, nubs that were more than twice her own standing proud, almost angry. Her brain was a steaming bowl of fuck-soup, she had no justification for why she cupped that glorious chest, teasing the nipples between her fingers. The girl looked over her shoulder...right into the kiss.
The slender mousy girl rubbed her thighs together under the table as she remembered the taste of that chest in her mouth. The sweat mixed with soap, and the taste of her sister's lover lingering in the fur as she pumped her digits viciously into her childhood partner in crime. Closing her eyes she remembered the panicked face, the thrashing, as she gave her the ride of her life. Phula was apparently very gentle, because Cecilia did enough damage with three fingers to send the girl convulsing up the wall; clinging to her big sister's neck with shy tears in her eyes as the orgasm washed over her.
It wasn't till she realized who she was licking off her fingers that Cecilia came to her senses. Hurriedly getting to her feet in the tub she pulled a still panting Sylvia after her. Draining the water and toweling them off she did the only thing she could think to do. The hug was gentle, and Sylvia warmed to it after a few seconds, melting their toweled forms together. They weren't blood related, but the moment felt so taboo...so wrong. Why then, hours later, was Cecilia still pausing every few spoonfuls of cereal to casually smell her fingers?
"Pawns." Walter stood tall, adjusting the tie he'd put on for the occasion. "The second of the paras-- you know what, no." He turned to Vanessa who was holding the remote and now looking a little startled, "Can we just call them the alternative pregnancy genders or something? Parasitic feels... wrong."
"When we're running the country, we'll make sure to file an appeal to the scientific community." The tall rabbit like woman smiled at him after a few seconds. Getting the answer he wanted the big man turned back and clapped his hands loudly before rubbing them together.
"Right then, okay...." He pointed at the same woman, and after a click the screen showed a bashfully nude Tyzer standing there. "Pawns, they are androgynous to 'masculine light', lets call it. The do not have a penis of anykind. They do have a bit of anatomy in their tail." The slide changed and several of the girls made startled noises. "It's fine, it's fine. What you see here has a very specific purpose. It goes in and..." turning to Tyzer who was sitting practically at his hip, "latchs? Is that the word we wanna use? That seems kinda painful to describe--"
"It attachs itself using much the same techniques a knot does, but more complete and watertight." Chai this time called out, smiling and nodding to her blushing son as his genitals remained glued to the wall behind him in photograph form.
"Rrrright," Walter finger-gunned at the matron, turning back to the table. "So, after that it pushes a fluid into the womb, uses the inner lining to scrub--"
"It does what now?" Catrina raised her hand again, and it was clear several of the girls were getting rather uncomfortable about this.
"Alright fine." Tyzer stood up, and after waving off Walter lifted his tail in his hands. "No point in being shy about it... fucking.... shit...." With that he squinted his eyes and bit his lip. The tip of his tail opened slowly, and the girls watched with rapt attention as the mass distended. For such a petite boy, that was some hefty equipment.
"Looks kinda like a horses..." Cecilia blushed as everyone looked at her, "but with those little nubbies at the top though.."
"It does a bit." Tyzer laughed at himself along with a few chucklers, "this....this is the part that locks in and forms the barrier. The part that goes in further...mmmph.." He gritted his teeth, and Walter put an arm around him as the young man's tail continued to change. The opening of the new mass sticking out widening considerably, starting to prolapse until it dangled limply like a phallus in it's own right. "This is the money maker....it scrubs around inside. It either sucks up an egg it finds in the fluid, or scrubs it off the inner walls and then turns right-side out when I'm done."
"This." Walter took over as Tzyer sat down heavily embarrassed, not only from the strain of what he'd done. "This allows a Pawn to capture an egg from another female and fertilize and store it within themselves. They have no ovaries but a womb, and where ovaries would be are basically testicles."
"You'd have to have balls to wear that outfit." Riz quipped from the corner of the table.
"Oh fuck you bro." Tyzer grumbled, chuckling.
"Not with that thing you won't, I want to walk tomorrow." the girls were at this point tittering so the two matriarchs stood and coughed to get things back on point.
"That concludes the presentation for now, if you have any additional questions for Walter and Tyzer please let them know."
Sylvia held the file to her chest as she looked around.
She didn't really stand out much, she knew that. She wasn't skinny like Cecilia, or tall like her mom, or even hour-glassed like Ms. Chagotha. She was short, she was fat, she wasn't even that pretty as far as she was concerned.
Fu liked her though. She smiled remembering her first time confessing. Fu had been a little startled at how forward she'd been. Seeing everyone running about she made quick tiny steps over to the demi-human girl with the pretty blonde hair. Her hair was that color, but frizzy and long and silly. That was what she was called after all, the 'silly girl'.
"M-miss." She almost winced at the volume of her own voice. She wasn't comfortable with being so loud or those around her, probably a bi-product of her own ears she reasons, but how her mom and brother Walter managed with those huge ass floppy things she didn't know. The woman turned to look at her and she nearly bolted, "for you. Just so you...so you know."
She was turning to walk away before the girl even had a chance to close her hand on the folder and made for the hallway blushing. She really needed to get some time alone to think. The rapid sound of sneakers plapping on tile were the only sounds coming from the upstairs as she sped off.
Reaching her bedroom door the girl showed the first sign of emotion since she'd woke up this morning, a cracked smile. Turning the knob quietly she eased through the crack, spinning and using both hands to close it just as quietly.
Phula smiled sweetly at her lover, her precious little flower. Completely nude, the Ekidna's cords of muscle rippled under her fur as she preened on the bed. Sylvia's smile turned into a flatline blush as the girl kneeling on the bed began popping her pectorals, causing her bust to jiggle mischievously. The large black collar around her neck matched the cuffs on her wrists, a soft warm pink color that matched the pillows on the bed. The shorter girl walked forward, gently taking the offered leash and rolling it over the back of her hand until it was taught and closed her eyes smiling as the Ekidna placed a loving long kiss on her forehead.
She didn't know what to expect, but Phula smiled as she watched Sylvia lead her over to the headboard on all fours. She could still remember their first time, the nerves and the rush. They were just kids really, though not much better now. In her mind she could still here the whimpering and the squeals, the the nails in her back so deep they drew blood she she tore that shit up. She preened under the chinchilla girl's touch as she laid back on the bed. It was not worth the aftermath and isolation, but she didn't regret fucking the shit out of her little Sylvie for a second.
"Lay back here..." The nervous girl reached up, and one at a time fastened the cuffs to the bars of the headboard with gentle meticulous fingers. "Can you...." the girl began her question, and Phula arched up off the bed as a finger stroked the tip of her bobbing erection causing a spot of drool to leak down the underside, "I want to do...girl stuff tonight." She smiled as the larger girl looked at her curiously, then bit her lip and groaned as the appendage sank from sight back through those pretty pink folds, dragging its two dangly friends with it. Sylvia waited till the girl got her breathing under control before moving back down towards the foot of the bed.
Fufu couldn't believe her ears. Sylvie never initiated, not really. Tying her up to feel safe was normal...doing anything other than climbing on was nearly unheard of. She was going to ask a question, but the sight of her girl bending forward slightly and slipping a set of soaked panties down her thick curvy legs. She liked big girls, there was no doubt in her mind now after years of tasting the juiciest fruit in the house, and as Sylvie turned her eyes went wide. Sylvia smiled, her balled up panties between her extended finger tips as she gently tucked them in the girl tied to the bed's mouth. A half step back she was caressing gentle finger tips back and forth across a naked thigh that flexed at the contact.
"I..I want to touch you." Sylvia was whispering again, and it somehow turned Phula on more. She new that meant she was pushing herself, she was doing what she thought she shouldn't but wanted to anyway. All she could give in response was a grunt and a feverish head nod as the girl's fingers slid to the inside and up. "Here I go."
The statement was so lackluster, so matter of fact that it betrayed the severity of the moment, Three fingers all at once found her, filled her, curled and lifted her off the bed viciously. Phula stood on her toes as her eyes watered. For all her meekness, Sylvia masturbated rather roughly, and she expected no less from those she touched. Knees slammed shut, ankles wide apart holding up the trembling body and the girl standing beside the bed simply rocked her hand in place, curling up again and again to punch the poor captive in her pleasure centers as she gyrated in sweet agony.
Poor Phula was a mess. Sylvia did this to her all the time, denied her for days and asked her not to masturbate or ejaculate so that she could make it up to her. For the first few months it was infuriating and maddening. It wasn't till a few repeated cycles that she realized it made the sex eye-crossing-ly good. She was already well on her way to screaming out her first orgasm of the night around a pair of panties, ones that Sylvia had already herself come in by the taste. Something to ask her about later.
Sylvia had to fight to yank her hand out from between those muscular thighs, feeling the girl go limb as a boned fist. She stood there, staring, a look of confusion and conflicting ideas on her face as she watched her lover's ragged breath. Closing her eyes she pulled her top off, and as her unhooked bra hit the floor she watched her girlfriend's eyes skyrocket open.
"Sp--" Sylvia faltered. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth again, then closed it. Turning she began to walk off. Phula panicked at the prospect of being teased so close and left not only hanging but tied up. The chincilla girl stopped at the door, and reaching up threw the lock as well as the one on the knob. Turning around she strode back to the bed with purpose, her bangs hanging in front of her eyes. "Spread...spread your legs."
Phula couldn't breath, time slowed and she burned inside as her chest heaved but no air filled her needs like the eyes slowly rising to meet hers.
"Please....I want to taste you."
"Holy shit." Tyzer chuckled as everyone in the living room stopped, "you think we should go check on Sylvia?"
"That sounded more like Phula." Chai said, comfortably laying back against the armrest as everyone looked at their cards. Cecilia elbowed Riz for peaking and laid down a card.
"That's what I mean, if Fu is screaming that hard, Sylvie might already be dead--OW." Tyzer rubbed his ear where Thoo had cuffed him. "I'm just saying, everyone here saw what she's packing."
"Yes." Catrina laid down a card, to which Riz and Vanessa both cussed and tossed their hands down on the table. "About that...I received a very interesting file today....on a clutch." Everyone who wasn't under the age of 30 froze dead in their place. The rest looked at the wide eyed elders curiously. "Could someone explain to me--"
"It's just an idea," Vanessa blurted out.
"That is only one option we are trying out multiple scenarios." Chai finished her thought.
"We would never ask you kids to do something like--" Donnie started but Thoo finished his thought "that's not even on our minds for a necessity."
"What's a clutch?" Ceci at this point was very curious, but when she looked up at Rizak he simply stared at his cards distantly.
"Apparently it's some form of marriage that Ekidna have?" Catrina spoke softly looking at Cecilia, then at the elders of the group and back without moving her head. "Some kind of communal bond."
"A breeding circle." Rizak said the words with an almost distaste. "Ruling councils among families. My parents are rare in that they have a two person bond. The normal situation for Mekid is 3 or more." The way he said the M word made everyone uncomfortable.
"SO...polygamy? I'm not entirely surprised considering how sexually capable they appear." Catrina tried to choose her words very diplomatically. "But from what I'm told they put significance on their children and their lineage. How does that work with such open breeding--"
"We place a value on heritage." Chagotha spoke eloquently and slowly, and Catrina had to admire her poise as she began to pet the top of Tyzer's head between her knees as they all sat on the couchs and around them circling the coffee table. "We are able to control our species continuations , so all chance of who and when we breed is ten times more assured and significant than other species."
"So why is there a file," Catrina held up the folder she'd had tucked behind her for the past half hour, "suggesting I lead one as a way to assure my 'unrivaled ascension' as they put it?" What she got for her question was silence. Everyone around the table was either tight-lipped and embarrassed or just outright confused by the proceedings. Flipping open the file she looked it over again, "Cecilia, you're in here...as is your sister and brother...how can you possibly condone this Ms. Morrison?"
"My children are adopted Catrina." Vanessa's voice was wavering, and the younger girl could tell the sudden revelation of a plan they'd all but rejected was having an effect on her confidence. "They have no blood relation, so there would be no issue with that." She looked at the very, very red in the face Cecilia before staring straight back at Catrina with a bit of venom for having to reveal such embarrassing truths. Vanessa never, ever brought up the fact that her children were adopted. They all new it, and they new it did not make them any less of her most precious little ones. Having to say it in front of two of them seemed to have pushed a button; a very big, red button, under yellow and black tape... under bullet proof glass.
"Before you ask," Chai cut nervously into the conversation, "my children are much the same, war orphans that I gave my mark and claimed. I.." Chai took a deep breath, "I lost my... first two sons, in the explosion that claimed our home island." She dropped her head as Vanessa spun to look at her, apparently this was news.
"Tobi." Rizak spoke up, and he looked up at Chai who was welling with tear, "he was my best friend. Served under me. I was on the commander's ship giving a report... that was supposed to be his job." The young man gritted his teeth for a second. "I should have just made him do his damn--"
"No."
Chai leaned forward, cupping the boys face, "You are here, because you are meant to be here. Look at your mate and tell me you wish to be in his place." She smiled as he looked down at Cecilia who was looking up at him a bit overwhelmed. He closed his eyes, nodded, and hugged the girl under his chin tightly.
"I didn't mean to bring up such--" Catrina faltered as her little angry question had sent the room spinning out of control. "I just wanted to know why no one talked about these things." She shrugged helplessly, "Everything else was graphically detailed."
"We hoped we could find a better solution." Donnie spoke up, ever the calm quiet voice of reason. "Not taking you into account, marrying my children off to each other and 3 or more Ekidna was not our plan A." He ran his fingers through his hair, "but we've been searching for six months for a loophole. The Ekidna as a society will fight to the death to keep from being ruled by another outside power. They will not recognize you as a legitimate ruler without a bond. The only ones we have available right out the gate are...well, us?" He looked down the couch. "None of our children, no offense, would pick you over their future spouse. Vanessa and I are the wrong species, and Chai and Thoo are already...kinda..."
"We have our own clutch." Thoo said the word, throwing his arm around a suddenly very quiet and blushing Donnie.
"I always kind of suspected," Riz smirked, "so is this a full clutch or--"
"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to." Thoo smiled at his son, not taking his arm off a now morbidly embarrassed Donnie. "Perhaps you and Cecilia should talk about the way you keep staring at Walter when no one is looking?"
Riz stared straight ahead. He had to...the laser beams coming out of Cecilia's eyes were so hot on his throat he was afraid he'd burn his face if he looked down.