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A Warm Welcome

Lothair stepped into the shower room absentmindedly, not fully aware of his surroundings. He unslung his brown leather bandolier, holster, and rucksack and set them down on a bench in the center of the aisle. His reflection in the room-long mirror built into the right wall tracked him as he stepped into a shower stall and turned on the water. He was aware of the presence of an equine scrubbing himself with soap-suds several stalls further down, probably Equiter given the scent, but otherwise the room was empty.

Turning on the hot water, Lothair began to rinse himself off. He knew it was wasteful, but long showers were just how he relaxed enough to think straight, so he took them anyway. Focusing on the visual input from the rear of his dome, Lothair took in the sight of himself. Two meters of lean, black-skinned xenomorph, with a long tail coiled around his waist where it wouldn't get stepped on or tripped over.

He picked up a bar of soap and began applying it to his dorsal lobes. Best to get them clean first, he reasoned. They were such a pain he might as well get them out of the way.

The soft scent of the soap filled his mouth and coated his long, forked tongue, blinding his olfactory nerves to the world around him.

Not that it mattered. He was already distracted enough as it was. He had just come from a Central Committee meeting, and it had been more chaotic than usual. The Chezovists had gained seats in the last election, and were now agitating quite loudly.

Lothair wasn't a politician. He aspired to be one when the revolution was over, but for now all he could do was serve as whatever the Committee needed him to be. Scientist, soldier, spy, whatever the situation called for. He still sat in in the Committee debates whenever he was allowed to though, to keep track of what was going on.

The xeno rubbed the bar of soap over his dome, clearing away the scuffs that had accumulated over the last few days of work and exercise. It was the bright side of not having eyes, he figured as the suds ran down the side of his head, you couldn't get soap in them that way.

Putting the bar back on the rack, Lothair ran his six-fingered hands over his head to get the last of the suds off.

And that's when he felt it; a presence behind him. Before the surprised xeno could defend himself, he felt strong arms wrap around his midsection and pull him into a surprise hug; a strong, furred chest pressing against his back.

Lothair only just stopped himself from twisting around and punching his new companion in the face.

Instead, upon realizing who it was, the xeno smiled. "Hi Conor; you're back."

"Yep, I'm back"

The arms released him, and Lothair turned to look at his friend.

Conor was a sergal, nearly as tall as the xeno himself, but with a much more imposing and serious demeanor. It didn't matter that Lothair was taller, rooms did not immediately go silent upon his entrance as they did for the serg.

Conor's head was angular and sharp, with a stately snout hiding twelve large, razor-sharp teeth in the rear of his mouth. His entire body was covered in sandy brown fur, which was a lighter shade on his belly and chest, plus darker spots on his back. He was well-built, and his muscles all but bulged under his skin and fur. His toes were tipped with wicked claws, and a long tail with a fluffy tip protruded from his backside. Fading scars crisscrossed the sergal's body.

He was naked, having apparently managed to strip off his clothing in complete silence in order to join his comrade in the shower. His khakis sat rumpled and abandoned on the bench beside Lothair's affects.

An impressive sheath rested between the sergal's legs; a pair of plump, heavy balls hanging beneath it. A bit of pink was already poking out of the sheath.

"You know, if I hugged you from behind you'd break my ribs." Lothair joked.

"Don't hug me from behind then." Conor sniped back playfully.

"You got your clothes off pretty quietly."

"I wouldn't be a very good soldier if I made a racket everywhere I went."

Lothair smiled warmly. "It's good to have you back, Conor." He hugged the sergal, gently kissing him on the lips, which Conor returned.

"I don't suppose you get my dorsal lobes for me; I can't quite reach their tips." Lothair handed Conor the soap.

"Sure." The sergal covered his paws with the suds and began scrubbing the xeno's back protrusions thoroughly. The scrubbing gradually turned into a massage, as Conor applied more soap to his friend's back.

"So, how are things over at the Free Species Front? Is our alliance still secure?" Lothair asked.

"Yeah. The vote from the Provisional Congress was in favor, with a pretty wide margin. There was some concern about the Chezovists though."

The xeno shrugged. "They're harmless, really. A bit loud and obnoxious, but when the revolution is over they'll settle right back down and re-distribute into their original voting blocs. Besides, I know Marshal Chezov personally. He's shrewd and savvy, and a little sociopathic, but he's hardly dictator material. He just wants to accelerate the process of liberation."

Conor's paws moved lower on his friend's back. "The Provisional Congress is still concerned. It wouldn't do for us to overthrow one tyrant just to get another. How did the Chezovists get so many seats in the Committee anyway?"

"The Chezovists are all military representatives. The full name of the Committee is the Central Committee of Worker's, Farmer's, and Soldier's Deputies, after all. Chezov's whole shtick is expanding the military. So he gets the Committee to raise new legions, and every legion gets a deputy, and guess who that deputy is going to vote for. It's a self-repeating process."

"Hmm..." Conor hummed thoughtfully, taking that information in. His paws had reached Lothair's hips, and a soap-slickened finger found its way under the xenomorph's tail, gently circling the puckered ring of flesh beneath.

A shiver ran up Lothair's spine. "Already?" He asked jokingly.

"It was a long trip, sometimes through enemy space. I didn't have time to jack off." Conor answered bluntly, grinning in his typical, predatory way. He applied pressure, and the finger slipped inside the xenomorph's tail passage. "You're tighter than last time." The sergal grinned even wider. "But I can fix that."

"I've been too busy to have sex, not unlike you. I haven't had anything up there for a while." Lothair grunted as Conor pushed another finger inside him, stretching his anus for the first time in a month. "Ahh..." The xeno pushed back with his hips, gently pressing the fingers against his prostate. His own cock stirred within his slit.

"No no, bad xeno." Conor withdrew his digits from the alien's rear. "If I remember correctly, it was my turn to be in charge when I left."

"I think so, yeah."

Conor grinned again. "Get down on your knees in front of me." There was no uncertainty, not even a hint of a request. The tone he used was commanding, and utterly unquestionable.

Lothair did as he was told, turning around and kneeling down before the dominant sergal. Water from the shower tap pattered off his dome.

Conor's cock and balls hung in front of him, a few more inches of warm sergal-flesh poking out of the sheath. It was still limp though.

"Arouse me." The sergal ordered.

The xenomorph obediently began to fondle his partner's nethers, slowly stroking the sheath to encourage the member inside to come out and play, and rolling the heavy balls around between his fingers. He was very aware that the warm liquid he could feel inside them wasn't going to stay in there for very long.

Letting the balls hang loosely again, Lothair trailed his hand back behind Conor, trailing it up under the sergal's tail. He searched for a moment until he found the bare patch of flesh that market the entrance to the sergal's rear, and began to stroke it with a pair of fingers. He knew better than to try and push inside, but gently playing with the soft, supple hole would eventually achieve the same arousing affect.

The xeno was rewarded for his efforts with a quickly hardening cock in his other hand. In a few seconds it was completely engorged with blood and jutted proudly from the sergal's groin, drooling precum like a faucet. Nine inches of fine sergal meat, which the owner was justifiably proud of.

Taking ahold of the base of his cock, Conor gently smacked Lothair in the face with it, leaving a smear of pre on the side of the xeno's head.

With the smell of soap finally wearing off his tongue, the xenomorph could finally smell again, and just in time. The cock being presented to him had a wonderful scent; meaty and rich, with an extra scent underlining it that could only really be described as feral virility.

"Stick out your little mouth."

The alien did so unquestioningly, opening his jaws and retracting both sets of teeth.

Taking a firm hold of the sides of the xeno's head, Conor slotted his penis into the pharyngeal jaw and slid it home, moaning in pleasure as he pushed his cock into the warm, tight, slimy orifice. "Good boy..." he murmured condescendingly.

This position was degrading in the extreme for Lothair. Not only was his mouth being ungraciously used for pleasure, but in this position he couldn't even talk, since his lips were too far apart to form words, ignoring the fact that his inner jaw was in the way anyhow.

And the xeno loved every second of it.

"Now suck." The serg commanded.

The xenomorph obeyed immediately, first giving light suckles on the length, then heavier draws as Conor growled and pushed it deeper into his mouth. The xeno's tongue squirmed along the entire length, occasionally pausing to whisk away the steadily oozing precum to the back of his throat, where Lothair eagerly swallowed it.

The pre had a bitter, tangy taste, and a warm, sticky texture. It mixed well with the xeno's saliva, which was running continuously from his salivary glands in response to have such a delightful shaft in his mouth.

Lothair briefly wondered if he was going to get the privilege of a cum load down his gullet, but discounted it quickly. After all, Conor had commented about the tightness of his anus, and the xeno could see only one possible reason for that. The idea made his ring clench reflexively, and he sucked even harder.

Eventually Conor roughly pulled his cock out of the xenomorph's mouth. It was rock-hard now, and coated with Lothair's thick, slippery saliva.

"Stand up, lean towards the wall and keep your hands against it. Now spread your legs and raise your tail."

Lothair did this, conspicuously aware how if anyone walked in right now they would see him leaning against the wall with his legs spread and a horny sergal checking him out. His now-rock hard cock, still buried in his slit, throbbed at the thought.

Behind him, Conor growled menacingly "Spread them wider, slut!" The sergal grabbed Lothair's thighs and yanked them apart. The xeno could see him grinning voyeuristically at the tight, usually well-camouflaged tailhole that was presented to him.

"Mmm..." The sergal hummed appreciatively, gently running a thumb over the xeno's puckered entrance.

It was at that moment that Equiter stepped into sight around the corner of the shower stall. The large equine looked at the two of them curiously. "Hi Conor, you're back. I see it didn't take you long to pick up where you left off with Lothair."

"Hey Equiter." Conor greeted him passively, briefly looking back over his shoulder. "Yep. You can stay and watch if you'd like; we were just about to get to the good part..." The sergal pressed his thumb against Lothair's tailhole, which gave way easily and allowed it inside.

"Ah!" The xenomorph couldn't take it anymore, and his cock and balls emerged from his slit in a virtual torrent of slick sexual fluids, which dribbled down his legs stickily.

"I'd like to, but I have patrol duty coming up." Equiter said apologetically. "Any other time I'd gladly take you up on it though. Have fun guys." With that, the equine grabbed a towel and strolled leisurely out of the shower room.

"Aww." Lothair whined after he'd left. "So close to having an audience."

"It's not like everyone here doesn't already know what we do and how we do it." Conor said. "Just imagine that they're all watching us anyway. They might as well, since everyone knows what we get up to." He turned off the water, then grabbed Lothair by the neck and roughly dragged him out of the stall and tossed him back-first onto the center bench.

The xenomorph landed on his dorsal lobes, which bowed and smarted under his weight, his groin exposed to the air and cock sticking straight up. His tail coiled around one of the bench legs, leaving his rear end completely exposed.

Conor took in the sights, grinning voyeuristically. Slowly, with a hint of menace, he advanced on the xenomorph, who made no move to try and right himself or make his position less vulnerable.

"What's this?" The sergal asked rhetorically, gently running a hand down the ribbed length of the xeno's cock. "Are you _enjoying_this treatment?"

Lothair whined pathetically, making weak attempts to thrust up into the dominate sergal's hand, his cock gently spurting precum.

"I think you are..." Conor covered his fingers in the poor xeno's slick sexual fluids, then moved down and began to gently toy with the alien's tailhole. First pulling the rim apart to see inside, then inserting a couple of fingers and beginning to thrust them in and out, jabbing at Lothair's prostate.

The alien's cock throbbed needily, spurting more of the clear, sticky fluids. The sergal's fingers stretched him comfortably, and having his prostate touched always felt good.

"Faggot" Conor growled mockingly.

Lothair just mewled weakly in response. He didn't mind the label; it seemed to fit him quite well.

The fingers pulled out, and the xeno started to whine plaintively, before feeling something hard, thick, and already smeared with warm fluids pressing at his entrance. He attempted to struggle weakly, not really trying to resist but knowing it would make it more fun for Conor.

"No no, naughty xeno. This is what faggots like you deserve." The sergal mocked, pinning Lothair down and beginning to push his hips forward.

"Uhh, ohhhhh..." The alien groaned in mixed pain and pleasure as the warm, mammalian cock spread his anus and began pressing inside. Lothair did his best to relax his tailring, knowing full well that there was nothing he could do to stop the member's progress now.

Deeper and deeper the phallus went, stretching Lothair as wide as he could go, and then some, stroking his insides and reaching places that even his own fingers couldn't go.

By the time Conor bottomed out inside the xenomorph, he was lying back on the bench with his domed head hanging off the end, drool dripping from his chin and down his face as his mental functions focused in entirely on the pleasure. It felt so right to be dominated, humiliated, and then bred like this. So natural, so fulfilling. He could feel his partner's cock pressing against all the intimate places inside him, as the serg's balls rested against his backside.

"I love you Conor." Lothair murmured.

"I know." Conor murred back.

And with that, the sergal drew his cock completely back out of the xeno, letting the gaping anus tighten and close behind it, before pushing back in and repeating the process. He did this several times, until he couldn't resist his own instincts anymore.

The xeno's tailhole was warm, tight, and inviting. It enveloped his cock like a snug, silky blanket. Just the right place for any self-respecting, dominate, gay sergal. Conor couldn't take it. His blood boiling within his veins, he lost control.

Grabbing Lothair roughly by the midsection, he flipped the xeno over and spread his legs apart once again, throwing the alien's tail over his shoulder. Lining his cock up with the alien's tailhole, Conor let out a feral, animalistic growl, grabbed hold of Lothair's lower dorsal lobes, and began to fuck the xenomorph silly.

Driving his cock over and over again into the warm, clenching embrace of the xeno's ass, Conor lost himself in the pleasure of the moment, his only thoughts being the most primal, instinctual urge to rut, breed, and spread his seed.

Lothair too was lost in the pleasure of the moment. His immediate desires, while some might have called them unnatural, were no less instinctual than those of the sergal mating him. Eagerly pushing his hips back towards his partner, the xenomorph reveled in the feeling of being stretched and bred; the sensation of nine mighty inches of long, thick sergal cock disappearing under his tail.

Their mating went on for what felt like hours, Conor huffing and growling aggressively while Lothair made only very weak movements and noises, mostly small whimpers and moans.

The xeno's cock was trapped out of reach beneath the bench, as it jutted out from his groin and then went under the slatted wood. It dripped precum in a steady stream, fruitlessly aching for release as the alien's balls churned with unspilt cum, swinging back and forth as the sergal's own testicles slapped against them each time he hilted himself in the xeno's tight, willing rear.

Conor was a master of self-control, but after a while of thrusting his member into the hot, slick, clenching confines of Lothair's tailhole, even he couldn't contain himself any longer. Roaring with pleasure, he hilted himself one last time, yanked back on Lothair's dorsal lobes to keep his cock as deep in the slutty alien as possible, and came. His cum was hot, and it came in thick ropes that battered the poor xeno's insides.

To Lothair, it felt as if someone had aimed a pressure sprayer at his prostate, as the shots of semen from his mate's cock repeatedly jetted against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The xenomorph screeched and emptied his balls on the floor beneath them, his primarily liquid ejaculate pooling into a respectable puddle.

Finally their orgasms subsided, and Lothair was left a quivering wreck on the bench, his insides full to bursting. "Did-did I do well, master?"

"You did very well. Good boy." Conor grinned tiredly "But you're not done yet."

Gently pulling his cock out of the alien's tailhole, the sergal paused for a moment to admire his work.

The xeno's rear end was gaping obscenely, a rush of cum cascading out and dripping copiously down his balls and onto the floor. He smelled strongly and distinctively of sergal cum, and of Conor specifically. Unless he washed himself very thoroughly, everyone with a half-decent sense of smell would know exactly what had happened. And the most gratifying part was that they'd probably think it was sexy as hell.

Once he had finished appreciating his handiwork, Conor laid down lengthways on the bench a meter away from Lothair and spread his legs apart, exposing his cum-covered cock and the pink ring of flesh that marked his tailhole. "Clean me." He ordered simply.

Lothair complied as best he could, although it took a few tries before he was able to actually get up off of his stomach and crawl over to his mate.

Opening his big mouth and extending his smaller one, the xeno let his long, forked lounge slip from his inner jaws and began giving long, slow licks to Conor's groin, each tongue-stroke cleaning a bit of smeared cum from the sergal's fur. He lapped at his mate's balls, rolling the recently emptied testicles around with his tongue-tip. When he was done there, Lothair dragged his organ up the length of Conor's softened cock, in one long lick from base to tip.

The taste of the sergal's cum was exquisite, musky and strong; masculine to its core.

Conor made a rumbling sound deep in his chest; a chuckle from the ticklish sensation the xeno's tongue left him with.

Lothair slipped the limp member into his little mouth and sucked on it gently, using his tongue to swipe away the last of the cum, then letting the tasty meat fall from his mouth and into Conor's lap with a wet splat.

Not yet sure if he was done, as the sergal had not given him the order to stop, the xenomorph trailed his oral organ down to Conor's tailhole and began to swipe in long, slow, gentle circles around it, lubricating the exterior and teasing the hole itself gently.

"I think that's enough for today." Conor said, satisfied. He sat up with a hearty groan, and swung his leg over the bench so he could sit upright.

Lothair's oral appendages retreated back into his proper mouth and then he too sat up next to his friend.

They were both silent for a few moments, before Lothair said "It's good to have you back Conor." He leaned his head against the sergal's shoulder affectionately.

Conor reached up and rubbed a paw gently across his friend's dome. "It's good to be back."

The xeno sat up straight again and looked around at the mess they had made. "We should do something about this. There's cleaning supplies in a closet just a little ways down the hall."

"Let's take another quick shower to get myself clean, and then we'll got get them and remove our mess."

The pair stepped back into the stall and Conor turned the water on.

Lothair subtly made a show of washing the cum off his rear, while also squeezing his sphincter shut so that no more of the semen inside him could escape.

Conor grinned "Keeping a trophy?"

"For today. I just want everyone to know that you're back." Lothair said innocently.

They both smiled in amusement, then as their expressions faded, leaned in for one more kiss, their lips pushing together gently as they embraced each other. The water pattered down around them in a rain of sound that blocked out the rest of the world. In that moment they were at peace; they had each other, and nothing else mattered. In the swirling torrent of chaos that was this war, there was one little ray of serenity. And it lit the hope for a better tomorrow.