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Callisto's Stones: Chapter 5

Katja surfaced from the embrace after what seemed like ages. Kissing the Naga was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Back home, on Earth, Katja had kissed both men and women and yet was amazed by the sheer magnitude of the difference. "Lips are normally smooth," she thought to herself, "but, not THAT smooth; it was like touching silk... And that tongue!" Katja brought a hand to her mouth in remembrance. It had been so long, and forked! She knew she shouldn't have been surprised at this point, but Katja didn't remember ever seeing the alien taste the air like snakes do, nor did she really even notice it when the alien, Katja glanced up at the figure in front of her and blushed yet again, ...cleaned her hands for her. Yet, she definitely felt it during the kiss. It had the uncanny ability to wrap itself around Katja's tongue, tickling all sides of her mouth before retreating. Her mind started to head down dark corridors, "I wonder what that tongue would feel like," she mused, "in a more intimate spot..." She shook her head, "no, I need to figure out how to get out of here and get back to my ship." Aloud to the still-waiting Naga, "I'm sorry, but I need to work out how to get home. You've been great and, well, inspiring," heat rose in both face and her exposed privates, "I wish you could understand me! I mean, I can't just subsist off your milk for the rest of my life!" Katja eyed the very full looking orbs, "Okay, maybe I could make do for a while, but what about you? I woke you up," She cast her arm around the room, "Do you even know what happened here?" The Naga gave her a blank smile as Katja gave up.

As Katja decided to explore more of the room, the alien picked up the sack she, Katja had decided to classify it as a female for her own peace of mind, set down earlier, continued over to the kitchen area, and busied herself with something. Katja wandered over to the bathroom area and poked around. As much fun as it had been to relieve herself earlier, she knew it was sustainable. "What if she isn't around to help?" Katja exclaimed to herself. The Naga seemed to jump at the noise, but settled back into her work as realized what it was. Katja examined the wall in front of her; there were several shapes on the surface, each with a unique swirling pattern to them, whose edges betrayed the fact that they might not be solid. Next to many of the shapes were buttons. The various indentations had varying amount of buttons, ranging from two to over nine. There were two buttons next to the hole she declared was a urinal, Katja pushed the top one, and nothing happened. She pushed the bottom one, the small hole irised shut, pushing the top one again made it open up. After trying the two buttons a few more times, a thought struck her and she giggled, the alien left the "seat" up. Giving it more thought she shrugged, "I guess if you are the last of your species and the only being anatomically capable to use it, you have the right to leave it up if you want to." Further exploration of various buttons revealed a recessed hole, which spurted out hot or cold liquids of varying colors depending on the combination pushed. "Sink...maybe," she thought. Another revealed a large egg shaped hole, big enough to fit four or five people in, which once again released hot and cold liquids of various colors depending on the input. The one set of buttons revealed a bowl, which shot out and smacked into Katja's gut, knocking the air out of her. Pushing herself off the floor she got a better look at it, it was a round bowl like she initially thought, but with the rim closest to Katja dipping down and out giving it a spoon-like shape. In the center of the circular portion, a small hole led off into the wall. Katja peered inside, "It might be, one can only hope," she thought. Standing up she pushed the next button in line, which shut the door. There seemed to be a theme, 2 buttons on one row, followed by a larger assortment arranged on the next couple of lines in some order the astronaut had not been able to figure out yet. Opening it back up, Katja tried a third button, which caused a pretty powerful looking stream of yellow liquid to shoot up out of the hole before falling back in and down. The last button caused an even more powerful looking jet to shot out of the handle end of the contraption and down the hole. A toilet! Katja was triumphant, finally something she could understand for the most part, however there appeared to be a slight problem, "They must not do both businesses at the same time because if I tried to, I would..." Katja berated herself for being bashful inside her own mind, "I would spray everywhere." Katja squatted down to think, "Hm, I don't think I could squat far enough back to get it down the hole portion, nor should I try to balance on the seat and pee standing up, that seems like a recipe for disaster. Wait, I've got it!" She stood up and was about to shout her joy to the world when a dainty finger slid across her back to one of her shoulders. Katja looked back; the Naga was holding half of a very colorful fruit and gesturing for her to eat it. Katja hesitated and then shook her head. It would not be a good idea to try too much of the local food, who knows if it was poisonous. She did not have the training to find out what was and was not, she was supposed to be eating tubes the whole trip. The Naga nodded and, to Katja's surprise, hefted one of her enormous breasts offering it to her again. Katja shook her head again and patted her stomach in what she hoped left her host would know she was full. The alien shrugged and started eating the portion she had in her hand as she slid back to the kitchen where several more slices lay waiting.

Idea forgotten, Katja followed. There were interesting things to do, like watch buxom beauty in front of her eat. It was quite a sight, forced by her small mouth to take tiny bites the alien was able to chew and swallow extremely quickly, and in turn devoured the fruit in moments. The Naga turned to the next piece and proceeded to do the same. Initial hunger sated the Naga picked up the board the fruit was sitting on and carried it over to the seat-like construction, curled one loop around and plopped down on it, leaning back and apparently relaxing. Katja sat down on the bed in front of her and watched her consume the rest of the fruit in a much more leisurely fashion. While she watched, Katja tried to figure out how to bridge the language gap. Sign language had been working so far, but eventually she was going to need to explain and ask for more information than that could communicate. "I guess starting simple is the way to go," She concluded, "Point to it, name it, rinse and repeat." She felt like she was forgetting something, but brushed it off as jitters of a long day, "It can't have been more than a few hours since I woke up," Remembering that her suit had a chronometer on it, she picked up the discarded suit and checked the wrist. Nothing lit up, not even the emergency light. It must have drained when I ran out of air. I never questioned linking your power source to your oxygen before, but I guess the reasoning is that if you are out of oxygen, you do not need power. Still it seems like a major oversight, I will be sure to berate the engineering section when I... I..." Katja burst into tears, the enormity of the last few days finally overwhelming her. Shocked the Naga stopped eating, peering at her through those large eyes, the alien must have sensed that something was needed and she slid off the chair and down next to Katja. Gently pushing her head down, the alien forced Katja to lie down. Head resting on of the thicker coils she began to calm down. The scales were much softer than they appeared and her body was making the gentle gurgle of digestion happening. Slowly she began to dream.

Katja was at home. She was lying in bed wearing her favorite silk pajamas, clutching a body pillow tightly, knowing, as all dreamers know the impossible, that if she let go she was going to fall forever.

Katja opened awake to a musical tone, like a single guitar, string had been plucked and was allowed to fade away. Opening one eye, she looked up at the figure above her. The Naga, must have gotten bored or something, because it has gently kneading her breasts through her top. The nipples were standing erect and they must have grown to over an inch in length. The alien would massage herself before tweaking the nipples hard; the tone Katja had heard was the groan coming from the snake-woman after twisting her hard teats. Captivated by the sight and more than a little turned off by the display in front of her, Katja's own nipples hardened in response to the unspoken desire and her juices began to flow. When all of a sudden Katja froze as she felt something crawl onto her back, it was small, and it tickled. Fearing some sort of interstellar mouse, she tried to see what it was, but could not look and keep her body still. The tickling moved lower, heading down to her hips before disappearing. She hoped it had gotten scared and run off when she felt something force itself inside her. Yelping she gripped the coil she was holding harder and risked a glance at what was violating her. The Naga's tail was inside her. Her terror melting away, she could now feel the subtle motions as it slipped and twirled inside her. Going from frightened to horny Katja abandoned all shame and began to rub her clit furiously. Need mounting inside her she pulled the tail out from inside her and slid two than three then four fingers inside herself. She needed more than the slim tip was providing her. The alien opened her eyes and looked down as something moved her tail, realizing that her guest was awake and looked to be enjoying herself, the Naga pulled up her top and began to put even more pressure on the engorged nipples. Bluish milk was already sliding down her chest when she slipped one hand down to inside her skirt. The Naga moaned again louder as Katja assumed that she had reached version of the clit. Katja had a brief vision of a Mayan fertility goddess renewing the land in the way only a woman could. This drove her to heights she had never before experienced while masturbating, or even having sex. She needed more, and she needed it now. No longer just rubbing her pearl, but grabbing it and pinching and attempting to get her thumb inside her tight snatch Katja did not notice the mischievous tail until it was too late. She felt a small pressure at the base of her spine before the tail forced itself inside her ass. Katja gasped, and she squirted all over the coil she had been resting on. She had tried both straight and lesbian sex before, but had always been very hesitant about anal. She found that she did not have a choice in the matter, but that she loving the feeling of the tail sliding around inside her. No longer constricted by her short vaginal tunnel, the tail slid deeper and deeper inside her. The size of the tail at her hole was getting larger by the second to the point where it was beginning to hurt, but still her needed more.

By this point, the Naga was literally milking herself; the blue liquid was splashing all over Katja, drenching herself in the fruity smelling liquid. Caught up in the moment and unable to restrain herself Katja released her bladder and began to pee again. This time, all over the Naga's tail and the bed. As she did so, the Naga gave a larger gasp, pinched her inch long nipples so hard that milk squirted across the room. Feeling the shudder travel through the long body and up into her own ass and deep inside her was all she needed, bucking wildly Katja began to have the largest orgasm she had ever experienced, her own movement compounding the new and wonderful feelings coming from the nerves in her anus. Her cum mixed in with the urine, milk, and female juices already soaking the bed. In a state of uncontrollable ecstasy, she crested orgasm after orgasm, until her tunnel rise collapsed completely and she faced blackness.