{"sf1_id":751078,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Polar Opposites Beasts and a Beauty","author":"Donrocs1","words":10609,"posted_at":"2014-08-31T02:17:00.000Z","tags":["Halo","Human","Long Story","Mild blood","Reboot","Romance","Vaginal","combat","kig-yar"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/751078-polar-opposites-beasts-and-a-beauty","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/751078","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=751078\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Good grief... How long now guys? A year? Year and a half? I've been like... Digitally dead on Sofurry. :/\nWell, I'll say that the time away from Sofurry hasn't been wasted on my computer, I'm starting college soon, so as you can imagine, the daily plate has been quite full lately. Lol. But I've been working on the stuff on Fanfiction, and I received a flattering 3,000 views this month on my comedy story there, so, that was pretty invigorating!\nI like entertaining people with my writing, and believe me, I've come a very long way in a short time, not to brag or boast (Because honestly, people who do such are just showing their ungrateful) but if you look at one of my works on HERE, this site, from like two-years ago, they are completely different from my current work, at least in my opinion. :D\nSoooooo, I think somebody, maybe many of you, I dunno, will recall a Halo story I wrote before, called 'Halo Stranded' it extended to two chapters, and I focused on a Kig-yar T'vaoan-breed female finding some... Erm, CHEMISTRY, if you will, with a human marine stranded on the planet she was trapped on. So, call this what you like, but in my opinion, its a reboot and improved version.\nBut enough of my nostalgic and extended drabble... TALLY-HO, GENTLEMEN! WE HAVE A TALE TO READ!\nDass Hamman is a ODST of the human UNSC Navy, and he had earned his reputation in the aftermath of the Human-Covenant War. Now however, seems luck and that gosh-darned rep aren't going to help with a Alliance Frigate crashing down... With him in it. Stranded on Zar-9, a practically unmapped, unexplored, maybe even uncharted world beyond Sangheili/Human Alliance space, he comes face to face with a pack of hundreds of feral Jiralhanae, or, Brutes, for the non-lore lovers of Halo. :D\nIn fighting these rapid killers, he is saved by a mysterious alien, who, in the end, when he discovers said alien's identity, she will turn out to be the potty-mouthed, sassy, unsociable and frankly just plain-ole mean girly that will rock his mind, and... Other things... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!\nJust kidding.... Its not scary.\nI\nI\nI\n/","content":"Polar Opposites. Beasts and a Beauty.-0-0-0-0-0- At the eve of the day did the sun finally begin to lower.\nThe orb of brightness gradually sank beneath a near impenetrable tree-line, in\nwhich, there would be no return for the entirety of the night.Within a matter of hours, the ambience of crickets,\nnocturnal birds, and restless amphibians would fill the air to the brim of\nbreakage. The dusk was as always under the black-looking shadows of the canopy\nthat shielded the thickets and innumerable wildlife from the harmless array of\nconstellations above.Perhaps amid the commonality of sound, one could decipher\nthe ever-growing thuds of a closing pair of feet, the shifting of bodily\nadornment, and the clack of a plastic and metal object slamming home.But nay, not one of the animals in the area thought a thing\nof it, and that was it, there were ONLY fauna of mammalian and reptilian\ndescent here, and none of them had the care in the world to a single sentient\nwaltzing about.Indeed though, as the boots of this creature delicately\npressed amid the foliage and dirt hills, rocks and long-forgotten stumps, there\nwas a niggling feeling of solemn loneliness that formed a ghastly aura on him.The human, a male of his kind, could do little but control\nhis breathing, attempt as much quiet as possible, and simply jab the barrel of\nhis weapon about the serene, seemingly harmless array of wildlife.Much to his chagrin and self-chastisement, this place was\nANYTHING but safe. Deceiving appearances usually were the killer in conflict,\nheed not the singular amounts of lives claimed by gunfire and stealth.No, he realized the tree-diagram that deception riddled the\ncasualty list with during war.If it looked fine, it probably WASN'T. And that, was exactly\nwhy Dass Hamman never relieved his lower vision from the aiming reticule of his\nweapon.Surely the night and darkness would conceal the foe, but, it\nwould also conceal HIM, and that was something the ODST was hoping would allow\nhis life to progress after this experience. For twenty-eight years, he had\nlived his existence, and seven of them were spent in the military.Yet, despite his lack of veteran-status in the great\nhuman-Covenant war, Dass had seen MORE than a fair amount of combat with the\nStorm Covenant, AND the beasts he was against now.Lurking about this forest, looking for him, were\nJiralhanae... A LOT, of Jiralhanae. After all, crash-landing on a barren, practically uncharted\nmoon in the middle of nowhere from anti-orbital fire had its disadvantages. Whether the Brutes had picked them up on some ancient\nscanning equipment, seen them in the lower atmosphere with their naked eyes, or\njust fired on a blasted whim, Dass and his deceased comrades never discovered.When the Alliance frigate took a mortal wound in her engine\ncompartment, and had drawn a twelve mile-long skid through the forests of the\nmoon of Zar-9, the near feral Jiralhanae that populated its surface scrambled\nto loot the wreck like flies gather to dung.Dass knew it was these tribes that had operated the cannons\non the surface that brought them down, and that only gave him more reason to\nfind their base, ANY one of their installations.Where there were barely-working guns and modern technology,\nthere were similar status ships.At least, he hoped.His black, scorched and damaged ODST plate blended enough so\nthat the occasional sound he made, literal slip-ups, went unnoticed to the\nhunter teams that scoured the place.In the backdrop, he heard them.Guttural barks, howls and grunts emitted from a pack of the\naliens that wound through the trees with all manner of looted Alliance\nweaponry, and primal guns of their own design.He believed he had been a simple man, he believed, that he\nwas never WANTING of much in his life...But, for hell's sake, Dass REALLY just WANTED to leave this\nforsaken place.He'd been stuck on Zar-9 for a week, and still, the\nJiralhanae would avenge the few of their pack-mates he had killed, no matter\nwhat, apparently. If not the current circumstance, he would have laughed at\ntheir ferocity, and their barbarism.However, fate had its cruel ways of being, well, bluntly, a\nBITCH.He may have stifled the chuckle, but God-Almighty, fate just\nHAD to put that twig beneath his boot, huh?The loudest snap he ever heard emitted like a gunshot among the\nquiet woods, echoing for the farthest of reaches in possibly every direction.Out of all the reactions he could mustered, Dass Hamman\nthought of the simplest, most audacious word he could deduct.\"Shit...\" He sniggered.He guessed death was pretty sneaky then.The first banshee-like bellow rebounded through the trunks\nof the trees around him, and the shuffling of tens upon TENS of Jiralhanae\npractically tumbling about themselves to reach him followed.He bolted, shoving past thickets and bushes, stumbling over\nrocks and groves.In all honesty, Dass had never been so afraid. EVER.His heart thudded against the gel-layer of his breastplate's\ninternals, his lungs heaved raspy breaths from his dry mouth, and the\ngeneralized sinking feeling of hopelessness flooded his nervous-system.With nothing but passing shadows, whizzing breeze in his\nhelm's hearing apparatuses, plant matter brushing and kicking about him, he\ngave a final curse of failure.And then, that was when the shots began.The gunfire didn't sound like regular emits of its kind, if\nyou could argue all modern weaponry sounded similar, but there was something\nhideously alien... BARBARIC, about how these ranged killers gave away noise.It was akin to blades of metal scything past plastic holds,\nhissing of grazed shards.Jesus...The bastards had SPIKERS.Chips of wood from the trees he passed kicked about him,\nleaves and stems, clumps of thicket were chopped and torn around, dirt and dust\njumped from the ground he ran atop.In addition to those, plasma fire burned in these places\ntoo, small bursts of light, illumination that shown the shadows of flung\nshrapnel symbolized a few of the beasts owning Brute-Shots.Dass couldn't rely on his eyesight anymore with so much\nflashing and dodging, and that, PRECISELY, was why he never saw the lumbering\nhulk in front of him.Now, he'd been punched, he'd been punched in the past, HARD.\nDass had taken blows from renegade Sangheili, humans,\nKig-yar and even survived a graze from a HUNTER of all things.But god-damn, did this Jiralhanae hit him GOOD.The breath left him a single whoosh of air, his body went\ncompletely numb upon impact, and his armor cracked, it literally broke like\nfreaking cheap PLASTIC beneath the wrist of this creature.The ODST was silent as he careened through the air,\nbreastplate all but shattered, and body hurting like hell. Dust puffed around\nhis impact of a nearby tree trunk, and he collapsed like a bag of bricks on the\ndirt and brush beneath.He had time to gaze upwards before a furred, belt-laden\nfoot, calloused and flabby with wrinkled flesh and muscle, connected with his\nhelmet. Another hiss of ruptured armor, and his head-protection flew\nfrom his head as he sailed backwards from the kick.His broken helmet vanished in the foliage, and the great\nmonster towering over him blew a breath of wreaking air from its pug nostrils.The Jiralhanae was coated in matted fur, plates of\nscrap-metal were belted and tied about its torso, shoulders and legs, ammo\nbelts of xenophobe-looking munitions hung about its breast and thighs, and it\nclenched its bulging fists with an expression of murder on its ugly face.Its maw opened, revealing rows of yellow, rotting dagger\nteeth, and released a roar of unprecedented volume, that almost deafened the\nhuman.Surprisingly, even to himself, Dass had rolled to his back\nand recovered from the foot-lash faster than expected, and snatched up his\nweapon with clambering hands. The DMR clicked as the pin was thrown off once\nmore, and he looked up in time to see the falling heel of the Brute's malformed\nfoot.The gun coughed, and part of the alien's temple blew off in\na spray of reddish-purple.Its heel never made contact, and the body fell back, and\nvibrated the ground slightly with a thud.Surreal mist clouded his mind as he stood to his full\nheight, and went to run once more. He might have done just that, had three more of the beasts\nnot cornered him like a rat.They were all evenly as ugly and large as their fallen kin,\nthey brandished Spikers, and a Plasma Rifle to level with his head, and one of\nthem, by lord, had a serrated dagger longer than his freaking arm in the other\npalm.His eyes shut.He didn't think.He was dead either way, and he yanked the trigger of his gun\nagain.Three barks later, and the Brutes fell with missing portions\nof their heads, their bulging bodies tumbling to the forest floor, and leaving\nhis position obscured once more.He looked about, in more than complete shock.Dass truly believed at that moment, that he had prevailed\nthrough sheer luck. That was until he checked the ammo counter on the HUD of\nthe DMR.So far, he'd only fired two shots.\"What the HELL?\" He muttered.Didn't he kill FOUR of them now? Not TWO?Another of the beasts fell not too far from where he hid to\na beam of purplish plasma that pierced from the canopy above, and opened his\nthroat like a cracked egg.Dass might have gazed upward for his savior, might have\nstood silent and awaited for him to reveal himself, had a smooth-skinned palm\nnot slapped over his mouth, and another ripped the gun from his hand.He attempted to elbow his ambusher, press the hard steel of\nthe armor there to his gut.\"SSSHH!\"When he, or, rather SHE hissed that to him, he realized\nsomething about this stealthy killer. She was not trying to silently cut his\nthroat, she was trying to keep him ALIVE.\"Stay quiet, and follow me, NOW.\" Her voice sounded silky, albeit a little serpentine in\nnature, but, either way, she was a better option than the Jiralhanae.She dragged his limp body a few feet deeper into the brush\naround them, pressing hers and his bodies downwards to conceal more in the\nplant matter.No sooner had she done this, that the padding thuds of Brute\nheels clambered past in a unknown, quite large number. They continued to howl\nand grunt, bark and yell.Quickly, the predators were gone, and the forest resumed its\nambience of birds, amphibians and crickets.Dass was speechless. And apparently so was whoever had saved his ass.He spiraled free of her sleek arms, and turned to stare at\nthe woman, his face contorted to confusion. Dass then attempted to sum her up,\ndetermine who, or WHAT she was.He never finished when he saw the pair of large,\norange/yellow eyes blink back at him, their black, slit-like pupils growing\nlarger.He growled, and fell backwards.Darkness won this battle.-0-0-0-0-0- It was a light tapping sensation, and then gradual wetness\non his cheek.He stirred in the exhaustion that still plagued his system, and\nwiped the liquid off his face with a gauntlet. Soon after, it resumed, and\nfinally, his blue eyes snapped open to see the droplets of morning dew falling\nto his head from the above trees.He blinked, all tiredness ploughed away by the growing\nsensation of curiosity. His head jerked up, and his body was still plated in his ODST\nsuit, his helmet was gone, and his breastplate looked smashed to hell.The memories of last night's chase came then...Dass sucked in his breath, and reached to his side,\nexpecting the DMR to meet his palm, and be pulled to aiming position a moment\nlater.When he came back with air, and a blade of thicket that his\nhand ripped from the ground, he raised a brow, and cast his vision about.A small amount of early mist corroded and gathered about the\nendless sea of trees that jutted from the forest floor, and the small, yet\nhearable chirps of day birds could be discerned. A small amount of sunlight\nburst from the above canopy.\"Whoa...\" He chuckled, leaning back, the prior\nfailed preparations of readiness forgotten. \"-Rough night...\"\"Quite. You know, these guns do absolute SHIT against\nthe apes, right?\"Dass felt his face go pale, and he gave a tiny 'Eep.' before\nscrambling away from where he lye prone, pressing his back to the nearest tree,\nand darting his eyes to stare at the crouched individual that had been beside\nhim.\"HOLY CRAP!' He cried. He didn't know what else to say,\nhe was that freaked out.Now that his vision was focusing, he was granted the view of\nhis savior, and ultimate reason for a king of bugging out.Wearing a form hugging suit of pre-age Covenant armor, and\nlayered with a jumpsuit, was a being he didn't expect at ALL.Her body was black and grey skinned, held a quite appealing\nhour-glass figure. Two balled shoulders held aloft the exposing V plate that\ngave way to the tops of her bosom, which, by all means for an alien, was\npretty... Nice to look at.Her lithe abdomen was exposed beside the upper portions of\nher hips, her full thighs were protected by two armor plates of Covenant build\nat their sides, and her elongated, beaked head held a large plumage of feathers\nthat bushed from the back of her scalp, and ran down to the area above her\nbreasts.The Kig-yar looked quite un-amused to his ogling, and seemed\nto pout as she stood to her full height, slightly shorter than himself.The beam rifle she had obviously used to save him was\nmagnetically holstered to her back, and, much to his annoyance, she held his\nDMR in one of her claw-like hands by the butt.\"Do yourself a favor, hotshot, DON'T go yelling. You'll\njust bring back our doggy-friends...\" She sneered in a voice that could\nonly be described as velvety.\"Second off, sizing up meat that not's for sale makes\nYOU look like a douche, got it?\"Dass was utterly speechless. He leaned forwards slightly,\nand shook his head to clear it, running a gauntlet through his black hair, he\nopened his mouth to speak, but then shut it once more.Gee, this crash-landing was starting to get interesting,\nhuh?The Kig-yar raised a brow, and sniffed absent-mindedly. A\nmoment of his silence later, and she huffed impatiently, and practically nailed\nhis gut with the tossed DMR.He let loose an 'Oof!' at the impact, and scrambled to\nreadjust his grip on the gun, before looking up at her curiously.\"Alright mute-wonder, I prevented your sorry ass from\ngetting grilled once, I ain't doing it again. I don't know why the Alliance is\nhere, and I really don't care. Just activate a beacon, call for help, some shit\nthat doesn't involve me, and we'll go our separate ways...\" Her elongated sentence hung for a while. She crossed her\narms, and jerked her head at him.\"-Got it?\"\"Uh-well...\" He attempted to speak, and found his\nown vocals not functioning properly with all the insanity suddenly coming to\nhim. He rubbed the back of his head, and was cut off.\"-Got it.\" She confirmed for him. \"Don't let\nthe gravitational-switch in orbit hit you in the ass. Buh-bye.\"  Her back was too him faster than that Brute had kicked him\nlast night, and she began to walk away with bored speed.Dass stumbled, and eventually, using the tree for support,\nstood to his full height, pressing his gauntlet to its girth to steady himself.\nHe grunted, feeling dizzy slightly, and watched after her.\"Hey! Wait a minute, I don't have a beacon!\"\"Boo-friggin-hoo. You humans are industrious, FIGURE IT\nOUT.\" She called back, her form gradually vanishing in the brush.Dass huffed, and shakily began to step in follow.\"-But, wait!\" He attempted.Nothing.The Kig-yar was gone.He growled, looked at the gun he clasped in his other hand,\nsteadied it, and gazed about the morning forest.\"Well, crap. I dunno where to go.\"-0-0-0-0-0- Maybe when he was a younger lad, Hamman had been a\ncompletely fit, and athletic kid that held videogames, drawing and design as\nthe closest things to heaven.Maybe, before he joined the Alliance forces in an effort to\nmake the galaxy a better place, Dass was a pretty innocent soul.Now, after this long in combat, he couldn't even remember\nhow to draw a stick figure.His previous arts had been lost to him among his skill with\na weapon, and from the moment he had shot his first alien, and his first man,\nDass was never the same boy he was before.Note, he didn't blame that on anyone but himself.It was his choice to join the army of freedom, and he would\ntake the benefits AND wounds.While this thought pressed him, he leaned against the cover\nthat the grouping of ferns provided from the prying eyes of his targets, and\nblinked to clear his mind.If he ever got off Zar-9, maybe, just maybe, he would retire\nand go draw a damn picture.That would be nice.Really nice.Now, he just had to actually leave... ALIVE.He cast his head forwards to view the small clearing among\nthe trees, a patch of dirt LITTERED with scrap and destroyed machinery.Apparently, the Jiralhanae of Zar-9 had a pretty sizable\ncollection of weapons, ground vehicles, storage crates, and ship parts lying\naround, and Dass was just hoping to find a WHOLE ship amid the mess.Despite at least ten of the Brutes waltzing about, their\narms dragging by their knees, and heads bowed in boredom, he decided this would\nbe easier than going to one of their main bases. It took him a coupling a\nminutes to slither through the foliage, and before he knew it, he was directly\nbehind one of them.The horrid-looking monster growled, and scratched at the fur\nby its backside, not even noticing the intruder.Dass used every inch of skill he'd ever learned to kill it\nquietly.He had never really executed a foe that quickly and so\nsilently before, and mentally patted his back after his combat knife had drawn\nacross its neck, and then ended its motion embedded in the spinal connection at\nits rear head-base.He let the body fall beside him, and he slouched a\nlazy-looking thicket over it for cover.Again, he resumed his trek towards the array of scrap,\nhoping, in some delirious notion, that ANY flyable craft was present among it.\nHe grunted amid a blitz to clear the open lot between the yard and the\nenwrapped forest.Dass was a blur of movement that the Jiralhanae patrollers\nnever saw, and he raised his upper-lip in musing, self-impressed demeanor when\nhe pressed to hide behind an old engine block.The dirt was laden with tiny spigots, gears and chips of\nplastic, and he gazed about the lot over the rusty, broken engine.The gray sky above loomed without comment as he examined the\ngarbage that appeared like a maze around him, his eyes fell from one trash-heap\nto another, and he soon became aware that his efforts were in vain.Not only that, but his growing frustration was proving to be\nhis downfall.He clasped the DMR tighter when two of the Brutes began to\nstalk past, idly growling in their Hun-like language about some unknown matter.\"This is just... Stupid, man.\" He complained. It was probably the closest he had come in his adult life to\nhis years in his parent's basement, searching aimlessly for drawing tools they\ndidn't have for hours on end as a lad. Dass knew he would be repeating this\ncycle again, if with more danger this time.And that, frankly, wasn't a good idea.He turned with a growl, and went to clear the distance back\nto the forest. CLANKHis vision was suddenly invaded by the amber hued, molten\ngirth of a jagged metal spike that protruded from the girth of the engine\nblock, directly beside his face.The shot cooled a second later, and he was still sitting there,\nstaring at it.\"Man... I'm gonna need THERAPY damn it...\" He\ngulped. He bolted when more of the Spiker ammunition sparked and\nrattled about his position, and he ran for the forest once more, swaying in his\nrun in an effort to dodge SOME of the fire.The Jiralhanae screamed and yelled behind him, and he didn't\ndare look back.Dass leapt behind a tree, and winced when the opposite side\nsplintered from Spiker shots.He aimed the DMR, and jutted from cover slightly. The gun\nbarked twice, and two of the incoming beasts fell with a missing eye, and one\nwith a shattered cranium.Ducking back, he resumed his sprint to the forest's girth.For possibly a half-mile amid his run, he STILL heard the\naliens pursuing, until finally, when his legs just screamed for stoppage, they\ngrew silent.At least, among the failed attempt, he'd gotten away.But, as he panted beside a formation of rocks, and sat on\none of them to catch his breath, the only accomplishment that he recognized,\nwas the fact he was going to be dead soon, and still had a sense of humor.-0-0-0-0-0- The last empty ration pack fell from his hand, and vanished\ninto the plant matter around him. A few days ago, that wouldn't have mattered much.A few hours ago, that was kind of a problem.But now, Dass just couldn't stifle himself.\"Freaking BUTTER-NOODLES!\"He couldn't help himself. They were kind of tasty.With a defeated a growl, he slumped against a tree trunk,\nand gazed at the ground absently. His breastplate still shattered, his head\nunprotected, his will succumbing to butter noodles of all things, and a low on\nammunition were spelling his pathetic doom.Dass Hamman had never really felt as worthless as he did\nnow.Once again, he found himself staring at the handle of his\nDMR, just... Thinking. Thinking of the family members he would never be able to\nsee again, while, yes, it was only his parents and his old grandmother in the\ninner colonies, they still counted.He would never be able to resume his talents in art, or\nretire, or marry-The thought of romance and his lack of it, for some strange\nreason, reignited memories of his guardian, the alien that had allowed him to\nlive this long.That smart-aleck, pretty Kig-yar.He didn't know much about the species, sure, he'd killed a\nfew them, but he could deduct she was a member of a rather rare subspecies,\ndeemed 'Skirmishers' by the old UNSC.He sort of wished she would have helped him further, and he\nalso sort of wished she talked a bit more than she had.When he came to terms that his female-deprived mind was\nmaking him conjure this, he snorted and resumed walking through the brush.\nNever once though, did he even hear the slight, whimsical rustle of leaves\nabove.The darkened shape vanished higher into the canopy, and even\nan audible, quite annoyed huff had escaped it.-0-0-0-0-0- By the heavens above, despite the fact it was pretty obvious\nthe berries hadn't been poisonous, they had left possibly the worst aftertaste\nimaginable in his mouth.An hour ago, the bland fruit had been yanked from the\nthicket it grew off of, and Dass had shoveled a handful into his gullet, out of\nsheer luck, AGAIN, these things weren't fatal to consume.But never would Dass Hamman consume another attribute of\nthis blasted forest.Now with his gut in pain, his armor breached, himself out of\nfood and ammunition, he slumped against the nearest rock that jutted from the\nfoliage, and sighed. The only positive in the whole situation, was the fact the\nJiralhanae hadn't found him yet.But, neither had the Kig-yar from earlier. Dass never considered himself a physic, a mind-reader or a\nmasterfully perceptive man, but the inkling of something STILL following him\nwas indeed present. He had kept it to himself, not bothered to ask his tracker\nif it was the same female, and he planned to speak his mind to the would-be\nstalker soon enough.Dass walked for another half-hour before the craziest, and\nstupidest idea sprung within his head. He heard the shuffling of branches above\nhim, only barely, and he had to admit her skill with silence. He knew, EXACTLY how to get her down from the canopy.Sure, it took him awhile a find another pack of his\npursuers, and his stalker had grown quieter amid his closing distance to them. There were three of the Jiralhanae, all wielding Spikers,\nand adorned in scrap armor over their fur.They snorted and grunted to each other, and never saw him\nrise from behind a thicket, until the lead one dropped with a DMR shot in his\ntemple.Dass smiled like a moron, lowered his gun, and waved his\nhands in the air.He never proved it, but he could have SWORE, he heard the\nlongest, whispered drabble of curses emanating from the canopy above. Spiker\nshots tore the plants around him, and he fell to his back, awaiting for the\nmonsters to close.He grinned when the trotting footfalls of the Brutes were\npractically on top of him, and he just had to survive long enough to get the\nthing in the trees to aid him. Dass rolled forwards, balling his body, and cartwheeling\nthrough the foliage towards the two aliens. He wrapped himself around one of their ankles, cringing at\nthe horrid stench and feeling of filth that formed an aura over such proximity\nto the creature, he snatched up his DMR, and pounded its butt to the Brute's\nankle.It snapped, loudly, and it howled a animalistic bark, falling\nto a single knee.Dass could have reveled in the small victory, and he just\nmight have, but, he never really expected the fat paw to grab the back of his\nhead, and tear him from the Brute's ankle.He landed on his backside from the other alien's effective\ntoss, and unloaded his DMR into its torso, firing shot after shot in coughs of\nlight.The Jiralhanae fell. He frowned, and aimed the gun at the last one, recovering\nfrom its leg injury to stand full height.ClickOh no...Click Click ClickThe HUD of his gun practically screamed the number 0 on its\nface.He should have figured that would happen.And he probably should have figured the next event to occur\nas well.The Brute surely began to tumble towards him, a serrated,\ndirtied dagger drawn from its many belts, and raised above its ugly head. It\ncrawled a foot closer when the beam of energy scythed its scalp in two.Dass had never smiled as large as he did at that point.He let his head fall backwards, and he laughed, LOUDLY.Chuckles and heaves of musing racked his body.When he grew silent, that was when he heard the very noise\nhe'd been hoping to hear for days. The pair of graceful, slender legs landing\nperfectly to the forest floor, and the gradual footsteps in his direction.\"H-Hi...\" He sniggered, not bothering to look up.Dass' smile was wiped clean from his face when he heard the\nrifle she'd been holding clap to the ground beside her, and two, smooth-skinned\nclaws crunched about the armor on his collar. Those same, yellow black-slit eyes glowed with an unmatched\nfury DIRECTLY in his face, the edge of her beak-like chops blew ragged, angry\nbreaths on his neck.She shook him.HARD.Dass felt his body rattle as she banged him against the\nground at least five times, and she never changed her distance from him. He\nlooked up at her sheepishly.That was when the Kig-yar chose to speak.Harshly.\"WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG. WITH. YOU?!\" She\nbarked, loud enough to make his ears ring. \"ARE YOU LIKE, MENTALLY SLOW OR SOMETHING?!\"He just stared.She narrowed her eyes wildly.\"Answer. Me.\" She grumbled, pressing onto him\nharder, and causing him to gag slightly on choked air. \"Answer me NOW. Or I'll rip your spine from your\nrectum.\" \"I needed h-help...\" He choked, grinning like a\ndolt. \"-That's just what I h-had to d-do to get it.\"The Kig-yar was unreadable, save the already angry\nexpression she glowered at him with. She still sat over him, claws clenching\nover the ruined ODST plate below his neck.\"So, here you are.\" He laughed. \"-Looks like\nI got you.\"The alien snorted, and stood to her full height, slapping\nhim roughly to the ground once more, before she retrieved her gun, and glared\ndown at him with inquisitive, hating eyes.Her lithe, perfectly sculpted body shifted when her claw\nfell on her hip.\"Not only are you a dumbass, but now, you're a STUPID\ndumbass. Think I'm gonna baby you the whole time your here? Forget it now,\nsoldier-boy. Your royally screwed, and there isn't a THING I'm going to do\nabout it.\" When she went to walk away, her clawed foot lashed to the\nground, and his DMR landed perfectly flat on its side atop his sprawled body.\"-No ammo? Pity. Maybe it could be a blunt.\" She\ngrowled over her shoulder.Dass, long before he had joined the military, had learned\nfrom opportunities that made their moves of escape. Whenever the lord was kind\nenough to bring a proposition, a possibility for survival or enlightenment, it\nalways attempted to slip through the cracks ONCE or more.So, here was his chance to live, and here was its attempt to\nleave him.Nope, it wasn't gonna happen, not on his watch.\"Hey!\" He called back. She ignored him and didn't stop as he stood to his full\nheight. \"-God damn it! Now, I'm not ASKING you to stop, I'm\nTELLING YOU!\" Dass mustered as much courage as he could to tell-off the\none holding a gun, especially the one that still had ammo. He stumbled towards\nher, and noted how, mid-stride, the Kig-yar stopped dead in her tracks.Even from behind, she appeared hunched, and even MORE angry\nthan before.\"Listen here! Its pretty obvious your out here by\nyourself, I mean, lemme ask you, are there ANY OTHER people around this\nforest?\" He gestured with a sweeping arm about the area, taking a position\nmerely a foot away from her.\"-No? Didn't think so.\" He snapped, mind working\non overdrive. \"-Second off, beside the fact it might be NICE on your part\nfor some pretty rare company, don't you think its WRONG to just leave a guy to\ndie out here? Huh?\"He jabbed a finger in her direction, and still, she hadn't\nmoved.\"-Cause let's get this straight, you seem pretty decent\nin my book, save the smart-aleck commentary! So, here's what gonna happen\nyou-you-!\" He struggled, built bravery and spat. \"-You walking, ONYX\nPARROT!\"That nearly caused her to shoot him right there, and he did\nhis best to put aside her claw grasping her rifle. \"-I'm coming with you! We're helping each other in this\ngod-forsaken forest. Whether you like it, or NOT!\"Silence.The alien just stood, turned away from him, body heaving in\nbreaths that could only be described as a major factor of being pissed off.He quivered slightly with adrenaline, and wiped his face\nwith a gauntlet. He might have spoken further, but she had other plans.He didn't even have time to react to her martial prowess,\nand her leg spun with her in a blur of motion, that could not be tracked by the\nnaked eye. Her heel collided with his cheek, surely not hard enough to\ncause serious damage, but strong enough to make his vision flash, and pain run\nup his neck.For the third time on this stranding, Dass fell like a\ncollapsed wall of cinder-blocks. The Kig-yar stood facing him now, her body shaking slightly,\nand her claws clenched into tight fists. \"You've got guts, hotshot, I'll give you that.\"\nShe snarled, stepping closer, and pressing a foot to his stomach, applying\npressure for good measure. He cringed slightly, knowing not to show too much\nweakness.\"-And frankly, with everything that just flew from that\norifice in your screwed up head, I should SHOOT YOU.\" She huffed, and bent\nover her knee, to jab to a digit in his face, pressing the nail to the tip of\nhis nose. \"I'm a loner. I always have been, and ALWAYS WILL. I've\nlived on this planet for three-quarters of my life without having a\nconversation with ANYONE. If you, of ALL beings, think you can speak, as if you\ndamn KNOW my story, you are DEAD. FUCKING. WRONG.\" She gave the coolest, most evil looking grin beneath her\nbeak-like chops.\"Talk to me like that again, and your balls are gonna\nhave a nice chat with my new dance... You wanna know what its called?\" She\nsneered with those rows of dagger-like teeth. \"-Rapid-Stomp. I think its\npretty stylish.\"Her foot relinquished its hold on him, and she crossed her\narms, gazing down to his prone body with a raised brow.\"Get the hell up.\" She ordered.Dass just nodded, and shakily stood, rolling his shoulders\nto ease muscular tension.The Kig-yar stared up to him, and snorted. \"I'm going to my den. Your sleeping outside. No\nquestions, or I'll relieve you of your head.\" -0-0-0-0-0- The forest was getting gradually darker amid the clumps of\nflattened foliage, and patted dirt. By now, his footfalls had been absent in\nhis hearing, and he did his best to stare ahead, and not at the beam-rifle\ntoting Kig-yar in front of him.She hadn't said a word throughout the whole trek, and he\neyed her feather-plumage on the back of her head with curiosity. Now, with no anxiety or adrenaline clouding his senses, he\nrealized that the female was giving off a scent, one that, much to his\nsurprise, was quite... Nice.The alien had the smell of tropical flowers emanating off of\nher, and the armor she wore had the distinct tinge of polish from it, and\ncombined with the fact he couldn't stop ogling her, it was quite the site.Dass, as prior mentioned, never had much experience with women\nof human descent. To be honest, he had had more success with Sangheili females\nthan his own race, in fact, he'd dated two of them for god's sake.Despite those two relationships never really evolving to\nmuch physical activity, having someone to talk too was... Rather a good\nfeeling.He missed it quite much.Throughout that thought, his eyes almost bounced alongside\nher supple hind-quarters, that to his torture, almost looked like twin\ncontainers of heavenly gel beneath the hugging jumpsuit.\"If you don't get your eyes off of my ass, NOW, I'll\ntear them out.\" Her voice grumbling in his hearing allowed him to break the\ntrance, and he shrugged apologetically. \"-Sorry. I'm usually more respectful around\nwomen.\" Apparently talking to her so formally kept her from\nresponding, and she actively remained quiet until he spoke up again.\"-Uh... What's your name?\" \"Ms. Sod Off. Family line of the 'Not your beezwax'\nlineage.\" She snapped. He coughed, and fidgeted.\"Well... I'm Dass Hamman.\" He smiled awkwardly. \"Mmm.\"Her lack of socialization was expected if her statement of\nhow long she'd been here was true. Dass could only imagine the feeling of such\nidleness for so long.\"How long have you been here?\" He tried. \"-Would you SHUT UP?\" She snapped. \"I can't\nenjoy the quiet with you still flapping your gums.\" \"But I want to know.\" He insisted. The Kig-yar drummed her fingers with agitation on the side\nof her beam-rifle, and flicked her head back to relieve it of some straying\nfeathers.\"But I want to\nknow! I'm so curious! I actually give a crap!\" She mimicked in a\nlight-tone. \"Give it up, trooper.\" He huffed, and folded his arms. \"-Can you stop being difficult, and just TELL me? If I\nreally didn't care what you were about to tell me, someone with your perception\ncould figure that out easily. Right?\" The Kig-yar didn't answer for at least a minute, and he gave\nup at that instance, letting his gauntlets drop to his sides, as he walked on\nin follow.\"I came here as a chick.\" She grumbled. \"Grew\nup on the Psalm Courier, was\nabandoned by my mother when our transport landed here for water supply. We were\nrefugees from T'vao...\" Dass nodded in acknowledgement, understanding the many\nmovements of Kig-yar citizens from their own homeworld and surrounding asteroid\ncolonies to rid themselves of their pre-Covenant heritage. \"How did you survive here as a child?\" He asked.\"-I ate insects, fruit and rodents. Killed my first ape\nat age ten... Learned to speak common from the old databases among the Jiralhanae\nscrap collections. Look, hotshot-\" She stopped walking, and stared back at\nhim over her shoulder, a bit more passionately than he had ever seen her.\"-There isn't anything special going on here. So stop\nasking.\" Dass raised his arms in the hope of some common ground.\"How could you say that? You seem very resourceful,\nbrave, intelligent. Sure, there are other attributes I could list that you'd\nshoot me for,\" He laughed. \"-But I personally see a lot of special\nstuff here.\" She gawked, and bit her lower jaw, some of the prior\nannoyance and anger that was on her face drained. \"When I saw your ship crash... I guess it reminded me\nof my childhood.\" She admitted. \"-Seeing how screwed-over I am, the\nreason I saved you was because I don't want to see that happen to more\npeople...\" Before he could even say something again, she was\nspeed-walking ahead, and he had to struggle to keep up.-0-0-0-0-0- Her 'Den' as she called it, was actually the burned out hulk\nof an old Covenant commercial freighter, as large as a small house in its\ncrumpled state. Several barricades of sharpened wood rods, stockades and\nscrap bartered the front of the hideout, while the back was protected by a\ngigantic rock formation, that the wreck jutted from.He stared at it a bit longer, and watched as she retreated\ninside the ship, but not before indicating where he was to stay.The ghost, a speeder craft commonly used by the old\nCovenant, had been transformed into something of a small shack, its hull peeled\naway and carved to form a dome-like structure, where its engine and body parts\nmade barricades around it.Little did Dass know, that this hut would be his home for a\nlong time, and the first night he spent curled under it, he didn't see the\nKig-yar for the entirety of it, as she locked herself away in the larger crash.-0-0-0-0-0- The midday sun was never too-obvious in the gray sky above,\nand that was how many days on Zar-9 worked. Dass had long accepted it, and taken to idly spending his\nhours practicing combat moves, sleeping, failing to socialize with the Kig-yar,\neating the strange, cooked fruit and plants she gave him every few hours, and\nmost importantly, bathing in the running water of the freighter's laboratory. It had taken three days to relieve his body of the filth on\nit using that chamber, the only one that his host allowed him in at the greater\nhideout. Having long drawn off his ruined armor, he had taken to\nwalking around in a jumpsuit for the longest periods of time.So, when he saw his friend emerge from the wreck for the\nfirst time that evening, he smiled, and waved.\"What's up?\" He laughed. \"Good to see your\nout!\" She nodded to him, and trotted to the side of the\nfreighter's girth, where she snatched up what looked like a spare towel, and\nhurriedly stepped back inside the wreck.When the door to its main lobby slid shut, he almost had to\nswallow his jumping heart.Dass was never sure what possessed him to do his next move,\nbut when he slid that ruined door aside, quietly, and stepped into the darkened\ninterior of the ship, he just KNEW he wasn't thinking straight.The inside of the craft was laden with spare ammo,\nappliances, supplies and all manner of storage crates, and that was just the\nfoyer, though, he never went further when he saw the light.Deep in the internals of the craft was the laboratory, the\nonly chamber he'd seen in detail, and he stepped towards its illumination, and\nthe gradual sound of running water.Why did he do this? He didn't really know, his mind was quite blank.His foot tapped against a fallen object, and he stopped\nhimself immediately from kicking it full on, and alerting her to his presence. He bent to retrieve the thing, and stopped dead when he saw\nit was a UNSC dataslate, an old one.Dass raised a brow, and activated it via power-button,\nwincing when a small amount of light burst into the darkness around him.He scrolled through the list of entries, and found it\npeculiar, that there was only one.He opened it with a tap of his finger, and read the three\nlines it contained.\"I had no choice,\nmy child, I will not allow you to be taken by the monsters that pursue us...I cannot say much, and\nit pains me, but I know you will be a fine warrior, one not trapped here\nforever...Sera, I will always\nlove you.\"The alien rune that stood in the signature area told him all\nhe needed to know of who wrote this.But, when light invaded his vision again, he never knew he\nhad been walking towards the chamber the entirety of the time while reading.When he glanced up, his grip on the slate grew weak.The Kig-yar looked majestic in that shower chamber, her nude\nform glistened with wetness, and remained full in all of the right places.He almost scrambled for the door instantly, but instead, his\nbutterfinger hands lost their grip on the slate, and it clattered loudly in his\ngrasp before he caught it, and sighed in relief. However, the audible, weak gasp that came from in front of\nhim destroyed that relief.Dass stared directly into her quivering, yellow, black-slit\neyes again, her arms folded about herself, and her form quivering angrily.\"-I-I... Oh my god... I-\"\"GET OUT.\"\"-I'm so sorry, I-\"\"GET THE HELL OUT!\" He bolted outside and into the sunlight without really\nfeeling himself do it. Dass Hamman spent the next hour curled in his little\nshelter, utterly silent.-0-0-0-0-0- The morning enveloped the entirety of the forest with\nperfect volumes of light. The sun for once, was amid a clear blue sky, and the trees\nrustled accordingly to a small breeze.Within the confines of the little scrap-hut, darkness\nreigned only until he stood outside, and stretched his stiff form.The lights inside the freighter beside him were off, and it\nwas completely dark within. That tidbit was enough to display how much of an\nass he'd made of himself.Throughout the time he had been here, the Kig-yar, or,\nrather, Sera, as he had discovered her real title to be, had lacked most of her\ncommentary and insults, and, as much as she wouldn't admit it, had begun to be\nslightly talkative.Now, as of yesterday, Dass had most likely completely undone\nall progress he'd made to be her friend.He leaned against the side of his new home with his face\nburied in sweaty hands, he mumbled atrocities of himself, and never noticed the\ndoor to the side of the freighter quietly slide open.She stood there, staring at him, in the doorway.When he heard her sigh, he jumped to stand in front of her\nvision. \"I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened!\" He\nblurted. \"-I just found your dataslate... I wasn't watching where I was\ngoing...\" Only days past was he flipping his temper on her, and now,\nDass, the same man that had been the sole survivor of the crash on this blasted\nmoon, was apologizing to the alien like he had just killed her pet or\nsomething.Truth was, that he had done a notion just as bad.She was silent, and stepped out of the doorway, not even\nmeeting his gaze with her lowered eyes, and he noticed how she clenched the\njumpsuit about her tightly.With a deft movement, she retrieved a small canister by the\nside of the freighter wreck, where she seemed to keep spares of everything, and\nbegan to speed-walk for the door again.\"W-Wait-\" He tried, but by that time the entry was\nhalf-shut. \"-Sera, wait.\" That was the exact sentence that forced the Kig-yar to stop,\nand the slab of metal that was meant to bar her off from the world again, was\nhalted with a creak of steel.Dass saw the opportunity, ironically similar to the first\none that had allowed all of this to happen, and just like he had taught\nhimself, he took it once more.Taking tentative steps forwards, his exposed hand gently\ntook hold of the structure, and Sera didn't resist when he lightly pushed it\naside to reveal her quite exhausted looking face to him in the daylight.He had indeed developed a good picture of what kind of\nperson she was, just through the way she had acted and spoke to him over the\nweek, and, strangely, he found that image being crushed by the appearance\nbefore him.Her snout was stained, of all things, TEAR stained, her eyes\nwere puffy, and she had a most depressing frown plastered over her face. With a\nindent between her brows, she muttered her response.\"What the hell do YOU want, hotshot?\" Her voice\nsounded a ghost of its formality. He sighed, and fidgeted with his hands.\"I guess I did read right, huh?\" He joked. She sniffled, and wiped at her left cheek bone.\"Yeah, ya did you prick.\" \"You really have no idea how ashamed I am of my prior\nactions,\" He explained, earning at least eye-contact from her. \"-Not\nonly was my curiosity clouding my true self and judgment, but I invaded your\nprivacy twice-over. And for me to do that to my savior in this mess, is, really\nunacceptable.\" The Kig-yar looked albeit impressed with his reasoning, and\nhe offered his hand in an upwards, slow motion.\"For this I am sorry, and I can understand if you want\nme to take my leave.\" She gawked at his hand for a short while, motionless. She\nsniffled again, and faced him fully before clasping the appendage with her\nsmooth claw. For the first time outside of the prior scuffles he had had\nwith her, he was touching the female for other reasons than self-defense or\nreaction. Her skin felt a tad leathery, but overall, it was\nunbelievably silky like, and he found the contact to flutter his stomach\nslightly. \"-I never expected a human to be this clammy...\"\nShe chortled, bringing up her second palm to graze and rub over his knuckles. He shivered under the touch, and did his best to simply\nsmile at her when she looked back up to his face.\"-For now on in your stay, just knock before you enter,\nalright?\" He laughed at that, harder than he had ever laughed\nthroughout the whole thing, even when she had saved him the second time. And, once again, he was met with another unique scene of the\nfirst LEGITIMATE smile on her part.-0-0-0-0-0- Without much else to occupy himself, Dass had recently\nshuffled through the many piles of supplies at this den, and found not only an\nold pen, but a healthy pad full of paper. After recovering from the shock invading his system of the\nluck, he had practically scrambled back to his hut, and began to draw. After the third picture, this one of a beautiful horse\nstriding across the blank page, he figured stick-people just weren't his forte,\neven after so long without practice. When he flipped the page again, he almost finished the\nbase-outline for a draconic monster as the next image, but, he stopped himself\nshortly after. As he dwelled in thought, flipping the gray-colored pen in his\nfingers, he decided to do something more important.With that, he retraced the outline, and set to work creating\nthe best image he had ever sketched, and he realized its true potential after,\nand even before it was done.With little semblance to everything around him, he held the\npad aloft, and examined the wondrous, finely detailed drawing of the very\nKig-yar that was housing him.Still, after the apology from the other day, he hadn't\nreferred to her as her name in fear of reopening old wounds, but, he deduced\nwith a grin, she wouldn't mind him entitling the work.After he wrote SERA on the paper in gothic-looking script,\nhe got daring, and never noticed the chin that followed his pen over his\nshoulder, until after he had written the next word beside it.\"Beauty...?\"\"Yeah, I think it suits her well-\nOHMYGODWHATTHEHELL?!\" He scrambled away from the prying form of the alien that had\nbeen gazing over his arm for possibly half of the drawing, and he stared at her\nas she reached over, and gently took the drawing pad from his grip.Without much knowledge on what it was prior, she had long\nconsidered it useless, and tossed it amid the rubbish heaps when she was\nyounger. But now, so many years later, she saw its purpose.The sides of her elongated face were becoming quite\npurple-hued, and she examined the image of herself with a glazed look. Every portion\nof her body was perfectly drawn, and just the right size in comparison to\neverything else. He even drew the armor on her right.When she looked back at him over the top of the book, he was\nstaring at his feet, hands tapping against the ground next his hips.\"Nobody has ever called me that...\" She muttered,\nstill standing over him.\"Well... I think its way overdue.\" He sheepishly\nshrugged. \"-I mean, I'm not trying to get you to have affections for me or\nnothing, I'm not even trying to be a suck-up, but I would like to see you\nhappy. Its the least I can do for your efforts here.\" Her head was practically turning purple with the sheer\namount of blush that was overwhelming her, her previous notions to ridicule and\ninsult this man were practically tossed out of the airlock by that point. She had NO ONE in her life, besides her long gone mother,\nwho had said these things to her...She had never had a mate, a father, FRIENDS even.And now, here came this blasted human that was making her\nperform cartwheels in her stomach.\"Dass...\" His head jerked up, hearing his name come from her reptilian\nbeak for the first time.\"-Call me Sera from now on... Alright?\" He nodded slowly, as if coming to terms with what she had\njust said.Now to be real here, Dass had never been... INVITED to the\nways of permission from any woman in his life, but when Sera put the book down\nin his hut gently, and ran her claw rather slowly from the beginning length of\nher thigh, all the way up to her abdomen, eyes locked on him, he had the inkling.All females displayed the desire to allow a male passage in\ndifferent ways, and he watched as she turned to the wreck of the freighter,\nwalking slowly, and her head just barely cocked to view over her shoulder.When he stood to his full height, he noticed her backside,\nand the extra amount of shaking she put into its motions amid the strides.Dass practically flipped to the ground with a trail of red\nflinging from his nose at that moment, but, he relented, and began to take\ntentative steps after her.He was not experienced in his own species, and the thought,\nthe mental image of what was about to occur, of the body of an alien, began to\nstir him greatly.Sera left the door to the insides of the ship slightly ajar,\nand he pushed it away, stepped inside, and shut it behind him.Work lights littered the previously dark foyer, and he\ntrekked over the many piles of supplies that layered the floor, originally\naiming for the laboratory. But, when he saw the absence of light from it, he noticed\nthe pearl of illumination from the opposite service-way.Dass' eyes snapped to view it in time to see the end of her\nclawed foot retracting into what was obviously her sleeping chambers. He muttered unintelligently, and hurried down the hall.Once outside the purple-colored metal door, he heard the\nshuffling of linen within, and he carefully pushed the entry open, not really\nprepared for its contents beyond.The human stood rigid when he saw Sera practically\ndisplaying herself on the red-colored sheets of a oval-shaped, alien mattress,\nher jumpsuit cast aside, and her naked body in all of its perfection stood bare\nto him.Her breasts were slightly bigger than her head, and she\nrolled them about with traveling claws, her supple rear allowing her legs to\nspread as she lay on her back for him.\"W-Wow...\" Was all he said.When he actually spoke, he saw similar emotions to his own\nnervousness trail across her face, and it was obvious she was just as afraid,\nyet excited of the thing herself. He made tortoise-slow movements to enter the room fully, and\nshut the door, not even eyeing the several storage units that lay about, or the\nsmall computer console beside the bed.\"-S-Sera, are you sure?\" \"Yes... Now... Please, come here.\" He shook at the huskiness of her tone, and climbed atop the\nsoft mattress in front of her. For a long time, he just stared ahead, eyeing\nher treasures without enacting.\"Are you well?\" She asked, heated. \"Yeah... I guess, I really don't know how to\nproceed.\" He admitted with slight shame.\"-Dass, as much as my commentary says otherwise, I\nwon't bite.\" She smiled with a heavy shade of purple. With outstretched arms, she sat up, and he jerked beneath\nthe first heavy contact with this much of her body.Her entire girth of both arms rubbed and glided across his\nback and chest, and she crooned lowly in her exotic, alien-like tone as she got\na better feel for the human.Dass fought off the euphoria, blinked, and allowed his hands\nto feel about her back. Like her palms, the skin here was smooth and silky to the\ntouch, and he curved and traced about her lithe spine and shoulders, and let\nhis palms rub to the sides of her hips. She gasped when he went lower, and cupped the two\nprotrusions at the ends of her thighs, effectively kneading the flesh of her\nbackside. \"-This is... BETTER than I expected...\" She\nhuffed. \"-I really want too... You know that, right?\" Dass spiraled them around, and he pressed his own back to\nthe sheets below, and Sera straddled his hips under her own, sitting atop him,\nand glancing down at him between the mounds on her chest.\"More than you know.\" He smiled nervously.\"From what I have gathered of humans,\" She gasped.\n\"-The males like breasts...\" Her claws took hold of his hands, and brought them up to the\ngreat orbs on her body, before she placed them over her black-colored nips.He didn't respond, and began to tug and clench them,\nemitting exhales and sharp-intakes of breath from her, the Kig-yar's eyes\nglazing slightly, and a long reptilian, pink tongue drooped from her ajar maw.His top jumpsuit was practically torn off by her greedy\ndigits, and she threw the remains over her shoulder as he continued to pleasure\nher.Her sumptuous hips rolled and ground against his lower\nframe, feeling the ever-growing bulge that was invading between his legs. With\nhis hands working diligently, Dass rolled and toyed with her breasts as she let\nloose an prolonged, and quite seductive moan.That single vocal, the drawn out expression of her pleased\ndemeanor, was enough to get him confident in the situation.His hands dragged down from her breasts, and began to\nhighway down her belly, and eventually, rubbed circles in her inner thighs,\nallowing the flesh there to quiver and jerk under his attentions due to high\nsensitivity.Sera whined as he did this, giving off high-pitched sounds\nthat could only be compared to such a word.He grunted when her claws dug their palms into his groin,\nmassaging the bulge that had grown from it beneath his lower jumpsuit.Dass, while struggling to fight through the sudden urge to\njust let the horny alien take over, managed to brush his fingers over the\nslit-like organ at her base, and rediscovered it when her own rubbing ceased.Her vent was quite similar to a human's, it was a little\nshorter in up-down length, was pink in its internals, and held several\ngray-colored folds along its outside.She smiled in a appreciative manner as he examined her.\"Is it... Beautiful? Like you wrote on that\npaper?\" She asked in a heated whisper.\"Beauty can't describe it...\" He replied, applying\nsudden pressure to its outsides with his digits. She opened her mouth slightly, and began to breath even\nheavier when he centered his fingertips to its middle.\"-Its BETTER than beautiful.\" He figured he was doing quite alright for a first-time, and\nthis opinion was reinforced by her short moans and her shaking body whilst he\nperformed circular motions with all five of his fingers in the center of her\nvaginal opening.Dass then gave her all the reason to release the sudden cry\nthat she did, and inserted three of his appendages into her.He was gentle in his movements, and carefully worked them in\nand out, and watched with pride as she placed a claw over her backside, and one\nover her right breast, and clenched and tugged with both.Her walls inside were unbelievably cushiony and slick, they\nbegan to contract and milk his fingers as he sped up, the lack of experience on\nher part finally catching up.Sera cast her head back, and turned a gradual exhale into a\ndeep moan when he felt the increased wetness forming about his hand, and her\ninsides moved at a faster speed.Her orgasm ended, nearly as quick as it came on, and she\npanted as he removed his hand from her.Her scents at this point were driving him on complete\noverdrive, the previous smells of her clean body now wafting with the\nlove-fluids that gathered below.\"-Dass, I really need you...\" She cooed, reaching\ndown and digging her nails into his lower jumpsuit.He never even heard the tear, and she stopped straddling him\nonly briefly to toss them on the floor with his other ruined garment.Soon after, she sat atop his bare lower-half, and began to\nsize-up and ogle her next prize.His own sex was fully erect, and she took hold of it were\nher claws, noting his quick intake of breath.With purposeful strokes, she worked it, and aimed it towards\nher vent.Dass could only observe with awe as his tip sank inside of\nher, and that wondrous, beautiful body he had been near smitten with for so\nlong, allowed him to claim it.Sera had her eyes half-shut, her pink tongue lolling out to\nthe side of her snout, she made it halfway down his girth before he met the one\nthing he was afraid of.\"-I didn't know Kig-yar had these too...\" He\npanted. \"-Not a picnic on my side either...\" She sighed.\n\"-Be quick...\" He did as instructed, and, with a hurried movement, he\nthrust the rest of his penis inwards, and broke the very barrier that\nrepresented her virginity.A yip of pain from her, and Dass immediately sat upwards,\nand wrapped his arms over her quaking torso. He waited for her to leave the\ndiscomfort, and to add, he did something least than expected on her part.At first, it was difficult to meld with her reptilian snout,\nbut Dass managed to get a good angle in order to open her mouth with his lips.Sera found her pain vanishing among the new sensations the\nkiss brought her, and opened her mouth into it, claws draping over his\nshoulders, and tongues entwining within their maws.Her eyes shut completely, and she began to grind her body\ninto him, sinking his organ deeper inside of her. With rejuvenated vigor, the negative sensation controlling\nher faded, and as if a switch was flicked, unimagined, and foreign euphoria\ncollected as her internal walls were spread.Dass breathed heavily, and awaited her to give him an OK to\ncontinue.Sera blinked a few times, and placed her claws on his belly,\nrocking her hips in a to-fro motion.Seeing himself vanish sluggishly in and out of her opening\ngave the human enough wild-sensations, that his hands grabbed and squeezed at\nher thick thighs and hindquarters, a select few claps of impacted Kig-yar flesh\nechoed throughout the chamber.Sera would not allow the entirety of the session to go\nslowly, and leaned to press her magnificent breasts to his chest. Her beak locked with his mouth again, and her eyes snapped\nshut as ridiculously pleasurable feelings of emotional and physical origin\nracked her, and the building tidal-wave of such an alien notion hit her.For the first time in her life, and her stay on this stupid,\nbarren moon...Love coursed through her insides.She moaned into his lips, and rolled her backside in liquid,\nfluid motions, gathering an increased flux of her wetness as the arousal grew\nbetween them, her inner thighs and his crotch becoming slick with vaginal\nfluids.Her meaty hips clapped against him repeatedly, and Dass had\nto keep his eyes slammed closed from the threat of them bulging out. Sera detached from his mouth, and stared down at him with an\nunmatched passion, that no one had ever given him before. As he gazed into\nyellow/orange eyes, and observed their black slit centers, a flame was burning\ninside them that only gave semblance to undying devotion.Dass Hamman had just earned the eternal, and endless\ninfatuation of this woman, and it was all by chance. Damn, was he glad he took that opportunity in the forest.Their activities pressed well in a same, looping repeat for no\nmore than a coupling of minutes, and he was amazed at the stamina of the\nKig-yar as she kept bouncing her supple rear on him.Very soon, there was only so much his inexperienced body\ncould handle, and Dass reached upwards with his hands, and clasped her backside\nhard.Her labored breathing erupted in a sudden outburst of a cry,\nand she sat upwards when the human mercilessly pounded her with heavy,\nrepeating jerks.He never had much desire to go SUPER-fast with this, but the\nstrategy he was using seemed to do everything he wanted and more, and he didn't\nhold back when his testes began to grow warmer.It was akin to a building explosion, and he grunted a final\ntime before ultimatum.Sera was wailing when he blew strands of white within her,\ntheir hips ferociously clapping, and her chambers walloping over his unloading\nmember.Her mattress creaked and rattled as the human let years of\npent-up virginity form a nuclear detonation inside the vaginal canal of the\nKig-yar, and he weakly pumped into her a few more times, further making\nsquelching noises as the mixture of fluids seeped out from her.By the end of the whole ordeal, their groins were stained\nthoroughly, and tiredness unmatched bracketed them.Sera's pants were all that he heard beside his own, and he leaned\nback in the sheets, gazing up at the purple-metal ceiling of the chamber.The Kig-yar groaned appreciatively, rubbed her bosom, and\nsprawled atop him, nudging her head beneath his chin to lay on his neck and\ncollar.\"-You know... Hotshot, I've never been this happy\nbefore...\" She stated in a murmur. \"Well, Sera, I plan on making you happy like this for a\nlong time...\" He responded.Though in his growing exhaustion, he couldn't see her\nexpression, the dripping sensation of her falling tears was all he needed to\nfeel in confirmation of the massive smile that formed on her chops.Her eyes shut, and her legs mingled with his, their\nconnected genitals were quickly disconnected with a POP.Dass heard her say it right before sleep claimed her, and he\nstifled a desire to CRY it too her.\"I really do... I love you...\" Her words trailed, and soon, a light snoring was audible.Dass Hamman was out like a light too, and perhaps, when,\nwith her help, he contacted the Alliance for rescue, he could get off Zar-9...But certainly, he wouldn't be leaving alone.From that night onwards, he made a goal as a person to get\nthis wondrous female OFF of Zar-9.The same forest planet where he almost died, and was saved.The same forest planet home to innumerable Jiralhanae\nmonsters....The same forest planet to house a beautiful creature...Polar Opposites on Zar-9... Beasts and a Beauty... FIN "}