# The D'Turon

Author: Rei Vagan
Tags: Adventure, Alien, Husky, M/F, Vaginal, Virgin

  
  
The D'Turon  

They say that just before you give up the ghost your entire life flashes  
before your eyes.

  

It didn't for Strauss. Then again, he's not dead.

  

"Bepwmy... you ave cwimm teaj." Came a voice through the darkness.

  

Strauss could only mutter what almost became words in reply. His subconcious  
slowly returning his stolen senses.

  

"Sap you c'Neaj D'Turon?" The voice was feminine. "Or perhaps  
you speak epb'mich?"

  

\*cough\* "You mean english?"

  

"Is that how you say it?" She smiled down at him, deep amber eyes a  
blaze with curiosity. "Fascinating."

  

It took only a slight breeze through the torch-lit hutch for Strauss to  
realize he was only wearing his fur.

  

The female creature next to him giggled softly as he fumbled for blankets.  
She assisted him calmly.

  

"Where's my clothes?" Strauss cried.

  

"There was little left of them when I found you near the beach."

  

Strauss calmed down once covered. "And my wings?"

  

The girl only headtilted.

  

"My flying machine?" He explained simplistcally.

  

"Oh, the fireball you rode in on?"

  

"Yeah" Strauss' ears perked.

  

"No." She answered. "Your 'Wings' are only bits and peices  
now."

  

Strauss drooped. The hazy female figure stood up from his bedside, taking  
something from the nearby table.

  

"My eyes, why can't I focus?"

  

She passed whatever it was that she retrived before his eyes. Before he could  
finish the scentence he had barely shut his muzzle before his vision returned to  
perfect clarity.

  

"You sufferred a blow to the head when you landed. I found you and  
returned your health."

  

"-Explains why I'm naked." Strauss rehtorted.

  

"For the most part" She answered his rehtort, smiling from the  
corner of her muzzle.

  

Strauss would have questioned her intention further if he weren't suddenly  
struck dumb.

  

She was taller than he thought. Her hair the same color as her fur, only  
shinnier, and quite conservative with what little clothing she wore; it appeared  
to be something like a one peice bikini, handcrafted out of simple tan-colored  
material, a few small precious stones sewn into the ends of lace keeping the  
body-hugging apparrel snug to her body.

  

As she moved the bauble down over Strauss chest and abdomen, he noted that  
her physique was that of a hunter's. In fact he surmised her build to be  
comperable to his own.

  

Whatever it was that she was doing to him with the healing device, didn't  
help that it tingled wherever it was near, nor that his gawking had already  
stirred a warmth in his loins. He hoped she wouldn't notice.

  

"So where am I?" Strauss asked.

  

"You're in my bed." The female replied, smiling despite herself.

  

Strauss reminded himself that this was an alien species and the likelyhood of  
this alien, no matter how attractive, sending him sexual connotations was low.

  

"No, I don't think you understand me, what I meant was, what is the name  
you give your world?"

  

"It's planet 4 orbiting the star your charts refer to as Nilus 14."  
She answered him without pausing in her healing passes.

  

Strauss was once again stuck in stunned silence. How could a pre-stellar,  
primitive know about galactic star-charts, let alone decipher their location in  
it.

  

She looked over to him, his jaw still agape.

  

"We're not as primitive as you think we are Strauss."

  

"But, how?-"

  

"I managed to fix your holographic star-chart." She said in  
response, reaching to her end-table and passing back Strauss dog tags.  
"That, and your dog tags were all I could salvage from the wreckage."

  

Strauss was still having visible trouble aticulation a sensable question.

  

"My name is J'dzaria. Lead huntress of the Rune Tribe." She said as  
if to answer a question that would eventually come.

  

"May I see my device?" He finally asked.

  

J'dzaria stood up and walked to the opposite end of the hut, once again  
subjecting Strauss to objection free obervation.

  

He knew he'd never seen a species like hers before, in simplist terms she  
looked to be some sort of feline/mustalid cross. Lithe framed, and dexterous,  
but muscular and predatory at the same time. Plus, he'd never seen anything that  
shade of violet, almost as if her fur were red, but reflected light blue. Also,  
the absence of a tail yeilded an unobscured view of her toned backside.

  

Strauss was beginning to wonder wether or not he could overpower her ...  
should the situation arise.

  

"What are you?"

  

"Hm?" She turned, device in paw.

  

"Your species, I've never encountered anyone like you before."

  

She returned to the bedside and gave back Strauss holographic imaging device.  
"If you check your charts. You'll note that this planet is documented as  
being barren. That magnetic, and temporal disturbances around Nilus 14, are  
rated Class 1 danger."

  

"Well the latter half is correct, it was something like that sent me  
careening to you not so barren planet." He said, sitting up against the  
wall to listen to her explanation, desite his bruises.

  

"Three generations ago we were space farer's, not unlike yourselves.  
Unfortunatly my people has been locked in a civil was that began before our  
oldest history records." She too got comfy, slipping to the end of the bed  
and sitting cross-legged.

  

Strauss was too engrossed in J'dzaria's history lesson to really notice.

  

"Three generations have passed since we receeded our technology."

  

"So just like that, your civil-war was ended? You all just gave up and  
walked off the battlefield to live all cozy, happily ever after? I don't think  
so." Strauss was unconvinced.

  

J'dzaria looked into Strauss eyes guiltily. "Do you recall the  
unexplained supernova of the Cyprus Beta System?"

  

"We learned about it in history class; 8 billion souls burned that  
day." Strauss commented.

  

"The Oheen tribe had made a miscalculation, that triggered a cascade  
effect with that sun's core it was the mistake that cost 8 billion lives."

  

There was a pause while her story set in.

  

"You had the power to cascade stars?"

  

"We had more."

  

"Well, with such displays of power, how did you avoid contact with other  
sentient races?"

  

J'dzaria sunk again.

  

"By the time your race invented their first steam engine, my race, the  
D'Turon had doomed itself through genetic warfare. 99% of D'Turon males are born  
infertile, the rest incapable. It has been this way for hundreds of years."

  

"What does that have to do with not being found?"

  

"Our numbers have dwindle in the hundreds for generations,  
Strauss." She looked pleadingly into his eyes. "We won't last for more  
than another millenia."

  

Strauss leaned forward and held the D'Turon's paw. "Break orbit, leave!  
I'm sure you could find similar species to reproduce with, or at least a  
cure."

  

J'dzaria shook her head. "The relics would shoot us down, just as they  
did to you."

  

Strauss headtilted. "Relics? Is that what that thing was?"

  

She snerked with a grin. "Ironic how even after we let go of our weapons  
they still seek to destroy us."

  

There was a long pause before either of them said or did anything.

  

Strauss, now sitting up, could see out the oversized window to the moonbathed  
forest village below. Torchlights dotted the earthen streets cozied between  
hutches of similar size to the one he was currently in, of which must have been  
situated a top a hill, or perhaps raised through artifical means.

  

It was beginning to sink in that without any means of transportation, the  
unlikelyhood of rescue, and the persence of killer satalites, he would be stuck  
here for an indefinite amount of time.

  

He turned back to J'dzaria, only to catche her peeking under his covers.

  

"Um, J'dzaria...?"

  

"Sorry" She smiled, "I've never seen a tailed sentient before,  
only told of."

  

Strauss tugged his covers off of the native's head, seeing her smile as the  
sheets fell from her head. "Speaking of which, would you mind explaining  
what you meant by '_for the most part_'?"

  

J'dzaria leaned back with a chiding smirk. "I've told you an awful lot,  
now it's your turn to speak."

  

That was fair enough.

  

"Alright, there ain't much to me though."

  

"You survived an encounter with a relic, there's more to you that you  
think." J'Dzaria replied with a bit of surprise in her voice.

  

Strauss smiled out of pride. "I'm a pilot; a trade runner. Although I'm  
sure it seems primitive by your standards, I fly."

  

"Flew" J'dzaria corrected Strauss.

  

"Don't remind me." he remarked.

  

She just smiled in return.

  

"_Ebonywind_." Strauss declared.

  

"Who?"

  

"Not who, _Ebonywind_ was the name of my ship, she and I went  
through a lot together, I pushed her hard."

  

"From the data on your star-chart, you're way off of your last plotted  
course."

  

Strauss nodded. "I was being ... persued. I pushed the darkmatter drive  
to critical, and attempted a quantum singularity drop."

  

J'dzaria looked surprised. "You are aware of the dangers of folding  
space, right?"

  

"Is that what happened? Wow, we've been trying to figure out the trigger  
mechanism for that FTL for a long time."

  

"Don't bother, it doesn't work half of the time." She informed  
Strauss, moving to lay on her side on the bed. Her supple body gliding accross  
the sheets with ease, coming to stop aside Strauss.

  

"Not that it matters anymore, I'm not going anywhere now."

  

"Doesn't that upset you?"

  

Strauss thought about it for a moment. "Not really." He replied.  
"There wasn't much left for me there, except jail-time."

  

There was another brief pause in conversation.

  

J'dzaria moved closer on the bed to Strauss. "I was checking for genetic  
compatability, or rather I was going to." The D'Turon explained.

  

"Pardon?" Strauss confused.

  

"That's what I meant by for _the most part._ I was about to  
collect a _sample_ when you woke."

  

"And a blood sample requires me to be completely uncovered?"

  

J'dzaria looked around her hutch sarcastically. "Does it look like I was  
prepared to use a syringe?"

  

It dawned on him as to what she meant by _'collect a sample.'_ "And  
just how did you expect to analyze that material? You seem inadiquitely equipped  
to determine if our genetics are compatable."

  

"On the contary," J'dzaria sat up straight sticking out her fuzzy  
tummy giving it gentle pat. "I have all the genetic analyzation equipment I  
need, right here."

  

Strauss gave her an apprihensive look at first but J'dzaria only returned it  
with a soft smile.

  

"I don't think I'm ready to be a father, J'dzaria." Strauss shook  
his head and learned towards the window, "Besides, you don't even know what  
I am."

  

Siberian Husky, originally a species native to the first inhabitable planet  
of the Terran System. After Sol's natural supernova, your species moved on to  
the Val'maheen System for it's cooler climated fourth planet. Based on  
evolutionary statistics, your chomozones should be suffient enough to bond with  
mine."

  

Strauss looked at her without surprise. "I though you said you gave up  
all that knowledge?"

  

"I said we gave up destructive technology," J'dzaria corrected,  
"Simply forgetting our past would only be asking it to repeat itself."  
The D'Turon female slid her paw gently along Strauss' inner thigh, letting out a  
soft sigh. She looked into the husky's eyes, a deep need within them compelling  
and yet sad.

  

Strauss couldn't move, his eyes locked in hers. She was stunning; The way she  
moved, talked. He looked at a lot of female partners adoringly, but nothing  
compare to her.

  

The D'Turon paw slid unnervingly close to Strauss' loins, causing him to  
shiver in anticipation. She pressed it gently to his chest making him lean to  
the bed once more.

  

"Why do you look so sad?" He asked.

  

J'dzaria moved her pelvis to straddle his still covered abdomen.

  

"I'm... not really sad," J'dzaria thought for a moment as she  
slowly began to slip Strauss' sheets from between them. "It's a bit of a  
mixed emotion."

  

Strauss was well aware of his physical arousal, throbbing just behind  
J'dzaria finely toned behind. The layer of bedspread falling to the floor with a  
cushioned fabric noise.

  

"Happy, sad. Mostly hopeful." She said.

  

"Hopeful for your future?"

  

"For our future Strauss." She teased at the tufts of fur on his  
chest smiling. "You're going to be a hero."

  

"If this works." \*GASP!\*

  

J'dzaria ran her free paw up to the tip of his fully erect penis, already  
budding with pre.

  

Strauss came back to his senses to see the D'Turon girl unlacing the  
centerpeice of her outfit from the back. As she strained, Strauss could make out  
the nubs of her nipples through the tight fabric.

  

Just as she allowed the strain of the garmet loose, he gently cupped her  
average sized but perky breasts, both enjoying each other's warmth and feel.

  

Strauss was already breathing faster, his chest and abs rising and falling  
beneath J'dzaria's shapely vulva, nearly exposed now, still slightly obscured by  
her loose clothing. He could see that her own excitement had increased her  
breathing rate.

  

J'dzaria let slip a soft moan, Strauss slid his paws down her belly, around  
her hips to her buttocks, where he sqeezed firmly, much to the D'Turon delite.

  

Strauss pulled on her bottom, urging her to bring her pelvis further up his  
body.

  

Unsure at first, she complied, lifting herself from the husky's tummy,  
leaving behind her garmet.

  

As she shifted forward, Strauss was awarded a beautiful close-up of her  
perfectly rounded mound. J'dzaria was trim in her nether-regions. The same  
luxurious violet pelt covered her delta right down to her lips. Which were  
visibly swolen with arousal.

  

J'dzaria had clearly understood what Strauss was motioning her to do, as she  
set her sex down upon his waiting muzzle. Although it was also clear that she  
hadn't done anything like this before as her seating was a little rough.

  

Strauss aided her by supporting some of her weight with his elbows, while her  
paws returned attention to her breasts.

  

After a few akward moments she set into a comfortable routine of slow  
rocking, soft moans, and kneading at Strauss' headfur.

  

Strauss was sure to devote all his attention to her sultry organ. His tounge  
lolling between her entrance, hoods, and clitoris, with gentle persistance.  
Being sure to alternate often, as not to numb any one given area.

  

It took only a few minutes for J'dzaria to reach her first orgasm. She  
clenched down hard, on Strauss' chest fur, gasping. Her entire lower adbomen  
shivered with excitement, as her vaginal muscles contracted rhythmically against  
Strauss' tounge and lips.

  

Strauss decellerated his attention to lengthen the moment, and let her  
recouperate. A trickle of spicy, honney-like flavour hit his muzzle in that  
short time.

  

He looked up at his lover, past her tummy, which still rose and fell with  
laboured breaths, she looked down at him with a glazedly surprised expression.

  

"I take it this isn't the first time you've done this to a lady?"

  

Strauss winked, and gave one last long lick to her insides, before she raised  
herself from his muzzle. J'dzaria took in a sharp breath as he did so and moved  
to an appropriate position to reciporicate. Strauss was once again faced with a  
wonderful view of J'dzaria rear, only this time she would be able to distract  
his deliberations.

  

Her own muzzle was now poised above his throbbing member, as it lay against  
his bellyfur in it's 5 and a half inch glory. Strauss released a gutteral moan  
as the sensation of velvety tounge washed over his penis. He gasped as her  
sharper teeth raked gently past his glans, soon she set to teasingly-slow  
bobbing, running her lips from the tip to the base, occassionally elliciting a  
sharp gasp with her teeth from the husky.

  

Although she was inexperienced, J'dzaria was a very good listener, paying  
careful attention to Strauss pleasured vocalizations. She also learned quickly;  
reciporicating Strauss' techniques by changing the locations and speeds of her  
deliberations. She could tell quite clearly when the husky was nearing his  
climax, and was sure to pull off just before his release. She repeated this  
cycle of delightful torture three or four times before lifting her head from  
Strauss' saliva-pre coated lap.

  

From the point that J'dzaria had bagan up to now, which was probably a good  
twenty minutes, Strauss had completely forgotten to return her attentions at the  
time. Not that it really seemed to matter; a sizeable pool of vaginal fluid had  
gathered upon his chest, her sex glistening in the torchlight.

  

"J'dzaria you didn't need to be quite so thorough."

  

"I know." she replied, turning herself around to lay down upon her  
partner, "I couldn't help myself."

  

The D'Turon eased her vagina down to press against the husky's swolen head.  
The hot lips hugging tightly to the tip, ever so slowly applying downward  
pressure.

  

"You're tight." Strauss grunted, doing his best not to buck his  
tensioned hips.

  

"Pardon?" J'dzaria paused, but didn't let up.

  

"Am I your first?" Strauss asked in all seriousness.

  

J'dzaria held her position for a moment longer then nodded.

  

Strauss wasn't really that surprised. "This is going to hurt then."

  

"I know." J'dzaria whispered, as she began to bear down again.

  

The felid winced in pain as her sex spread wide enough to envelop the head of  
Strauss shaft. There she waited to gather enough strength to endure the  
remainder of Strauss.

  

The husky was in heaven. His member only head deep, but the combonation of  
her virginal tightness, and the fact that she was indeed a virgin, brought him  
great pleasure. None before her, were pure. This experience was a first for both  
of them.

  

It didn't take long for J'dzaria to force herself loose upon Strauss' penis.  
After a few gentle dips J'dzaria had all but forgotten the pain and the two  
could now enjoy each other's pleasure. The sting was still there, Strauss could  
tell but there was little that would stop her from rocking against Strauss'  
member. Strauss tried to slow her down as not to finish before they we're both  
ready, but J'dzaria only picked up the pace to compensate. Her lithe muscular  
figure rippling beneath her fine coat, rhythmically pumping up and down on  
Strauss. This didn't help Strauss attempts to conserve their experience. It was  
quite clear that J'dzaria wanted the husky to complete their coupling sooner  
that later, wheather he wanted to or not.

  

She breathed heavily down upon Strauss, panting hard to catch her breath and  
cool her overheated insides. Strauss did his best to hold back till the very  
last moment.

  

J'dzaria leaned all the way back and stiffened, her breasts taught against  
her frame. She let out a monsterous growl, as her entire body clenched down on  
it's orgasm. Her siken walls now pulsating with contractions milked the shaft  
therein, tightly pulling it from the base up over and over. The sensation of her  
warm, young, pulsating, orgasmic sex rippling up his already pleasure-tortured  
penis was too much Strauss gave into it's need and quivered inside of her vagina  
just before loosing thick wads of warm seed into her belly. His penis underside  
pushing gouts of husky ejaculate into her needy cunny.

  

Both lovers held tightly to each other, elated in each others orgasmic  
convulsions. Until it subsided. Which was all too soon.

  

\*\*\*

  

The morning sun was hot against Strauss' eyelids. Without even  
opening them J'dzaria seemed to be aware that he was waking, when she placed her  
paw on his recently cleaned chest.

  

"Good morning, morev." Came an awake voice.

  

Strauss opened his eyes to J'dzaria, her hair in a ponytail  
today.

  

"Good morning." she said, tossing a set of  
hide-clothing to his tummy.

  

They were a little less than he was expecting but they were clothes none the  
less.

  

"Do they fit alright?" She asked, wathcing adoringly as Strauss  
tied the laces above his tail.

  

The garmet was nothing more that a well crafted loin-cloth but  
the forest air was warm, and what was sure to be an even warmer day to come.  
Strauss was thankful, and simply nodded in reply.

  

"Good. First I take you for a bath, then... I show you  
off."

  

Strauss wasn't entirely sure he liked the way her phrase came  
out but simply headtilted in response, as she led him by the elbow out of her  
hutch, into the sunbathed day.

  
  

 

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