Shipwrecked! Chapter 3: More Guests
#3 of Shipwrecked!
Sam woke up in another hut-- though this time, she was not alone. She was snuggled up next to the soft, inviting form of another woman-- Lavi, Sam realized, to judge by the horse's white fur. Behind her, Paz snored away, sleeping a blissful, well-earned sleep. A few other horses slept in the hut, curled up in little groups. Like Sam, they were all naked. The tribe didn't believe in any covering more than jewelry or body paint. As the only coyote in the hut (and in the whole village, for that matter), she felt just a little out of place- and that was even before one got into the whole 'stranded on an alien planet' business.
Sam let her eyes roam over the lean, muscled bodies of the sleeping horses. Over the last few days, each and every member of the tribe had their way with her. Many went for multiple times. It seemed like, at any moment, any of the sexy equines could grab her without warning and use her for their pleasure. Her mouth, her pussy, even her ass were all fair game to the entire tribe. And that was just the guys. Where a typical stallion was usually content to drag Sam off for a quick fuck, the women were downright evil-- teasing her with talented mouths and fingers, dragging her pleasure out for short eternities before they left her sticky and twitching on the ground.
Sam loved it.
"Sam," Chip's voice echoed in her head. "Can you hear me?"
"Hm?" Sam blinked her eyes, faintly registering the voice. "Yeah. What's up."
"Oh, thank goodness." Said Sam's implanted AI. "I was afraid I'd lost you. The aphrodisiac atmosphere is having more of an effect than I had originally anticipated."
"Come again?"
"Your pleasure centers are being consistently overloaded. You may be developing a dependency on sexual stimulation."
"So?"
"It's just something you need to be aware of. You do want to get off this planet eventually, don't you?"
"Oh." Sam said quietly. "Right."
"Good. Now, if you recall, Rema mentioned river traders- that'll probably be your best option, if you can somehow barter for passage."
"Mmm. Right." Said Sam. "Barter." She trailed off as she felt Lavi begin to stir. The white-furred equine girl turned to face Sam, and greeted her with a sleepy-eyed kiss.
"You're awake." said Lavi. "Good."
Lavi kissed Sam again, and pulled herself against the older woman's body. Sam's paws traveled over Lavi's lean, trim curves, savoring the smooth, unbroken expanses of Lavi's white coat. The coyote gasped as Lavi slipped one hand between their bodies, and lightly touched Sam's rapidly moistening pussy. The merest graze of those fingertips sent a shock through Sam's entire body, and she moaned aloud.
She must have moaned too loud, Sam soon realized, once Paz began to stir behind her. The big brown and white stallion yawned briefly, and then leaned in to nibble the side of Sam's shoulder.
"You started without me." He rumbled.
Sam could only moan in response.
Paz stretched, grunted, and rolled his hips against Sam. He rubbed his rapidly thickening cock against her tail, and Sam nearly came right there and then. Lavi leaned over Sam's shoulder and kissed Paz, reaching up with her free hand to tickle him under the chin. "Which end do you want?" She asked, sweetly, as if Sam wasn't even there.
"You pick first."
"Fair enough." Lavi scooted back on her pile of blankets, and parted her long white legs. Sam began to crawl towards the tempting glimmer of pink already visible through Lavi's white coat- only to let out an undignified yelp as Paz pulled her to her hands and knees, rough hands placing her exactly where he wanted. Paz's broad cock spread Sam's already eager lips, and the coyote could do little but moan and shiver at the delicious sensation. Her moans were cut short as Lavi took hold of Sam's hair, and yanked the coyote to the junction of her legs. Mouth already open, Sam began to eagerly lap at the equine woman's pussy, even as Paz began to start moving his hips faster.
The two horses had Sam trapped, and she couldn't think of anywhere else she'd want to be. She curled her tongue between Lavi's folds, savoring the taste of her pussy, the very feel of silken flesh on her tongue.
And then there was Paz- despite (or perhaps because of) the fact he just woke up, the big horse fucked Sam strongly, eagerly, and thoroughly. His heavy balls swung, smacking into Sam's clit with each push of his hips. Sam whined aloud, breaking away from Lavi's pussy as a sudden, thorough orgasm overtook her. She collapsed to the floor of the hut, shivering with pleasure.
"Tsk." Lavi said, and shook her head. "Outsiders are so fragile." She huffed..
"Mmmh," Paz drew his rigid cock out of Sam's sodden pussy, and stroked himself a few times. "You're right." He stepped over Sam and sank down to his knees beside Lavi. He unceremoniously, casually guided his rigid dick to Lavi's lips. The white mare just smiled, and began to suck him off.
Sam rolled over, watching the pair through bleary eyes. Lavi made quiet little slurping sounds as she pleasured Paz- and soon enough, the big stallion pulled his cock out of Lavi's mouth, pumping his fist a few times before he let himself go, spattering sticky white cum all over Lavi's chest.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Sam started as she heard the unexpected voice. She turned towards the door of the hut, and squinted a little against the sunlight streaming in. Rema, the equine tribe's Priestess, stood at the door. She was just as naked (and just as tall, and just as gorgeous) as the rest of her tribe, though the geometric patterns painted in white on her fur marked her out from the others.
"Um. Yes?" Sam said, sitting up a little.
"Now now, come with me." Rema said, and beckoned Sam closer. Paz and Lavi turned to follow, but Rema held up a hand. "You two stay. Our guest doesn't need you two ... distracting her."
Lavi let out a disappointed whine, but she and Paz let Sam go.
The coyote rose, trying to be as discreet as someone naked and covered with a good night's worth of dried come could be. Rema turned to go, and Sam followed. Her eyes fell to the older woman's broad, bare ass- Sam had to admit that she was pretty damn distracting, too. Sam walked out into the village proper, where a couple of other horses milled about their morning business: starting fires, cooking food, weaving baskets, whatever.
"Here, eat." Rema handed Sam a dense biscuit of some sort. Sam devoured it, realizing just how hungry a night of hard fucking could make her. The biscuit was a bit bland, but filling. Smiling, Rema foisted a small bowl of weak beer on Sam next, and she drained it easily. "I take it you're enjoying our hospitality?"
Sam licked her lips, and not just to get the last few crumbs. "Definitely."
Rema nodded, as if she knew the answer. "We get few travelers here, and fewer still as ... enthusiastic as you, Sam. But, you mentioned before, you needed to go south, yes?"
"Ah." Sam said, recalling what she'd said earlier. "That's right." Theoretically, the remains of her starship were a few hundred kilometers that way. If she could get to the ship, she could get to some communication equipment, and she'd be able to leave the planet.
And, Sam realized, she did want to leave. Living with a tribe of nudist, hedonistic throwbacks certainly had some appeal- but she knew it couldn't last.
"Good," said Rema. "One of our scouts spotted some River Traders coming in- they should be here by the afternoon. You can book passage with them. Although ... " Rema smiled, and looked to the matted fur between Sam's legs. "You may want to get cleaned up, first."
Surprisingly enough, Sam managed to bathe without any of the lovely tribal horses 'helping' her out. She smoothed out the ruffled spots on her tan fur, and sighed pleasantly as she felt the warm prairie sun bake off the last of the moisture from her coat.
Getting clean was one thing- staying clean was another matter altogether. Sam did her best to keep herself under control. She should have gotten used to seeing so many naked people at the same time. It wasn't the people, she realized, but what they were doing. To each other. Right there in the open where anyone could see, or even join in ...
Sam decided to wait for the river traders at the top of a hill, a little way away from the village. The dark waters of the river wound through the gold grass of the prairie, winding this way and that. And sure enough, there was a flat-bottomed barge drifting slowly down the river, towards the village. As the boat got nearer and nearer, a commotion arose in the village, as curious equines began to gather by the riverside to wait for their visitors.
Sam walked down the hill and fell in with the villagers. For the first time since she'd arrived, she didn't feel like the center of attention. Finally, there was something there more distracting than she was.
The sun had already begun to set as the traders arrived. The fading orange light gave their arrival a somewhat otherworldly feel. The barge gently drifted towards the shoreline, where nearly the whole equine tribe had gathered to greet them. The craft was a simple thing- long and wide, with a shallow draft. The center of the barge was piled high with various bundles and baskets, containing whatever trading goods they had. A pair of lean, brown-furred otters poled the raft along. As the barge got closer, Sam saw that the traders wore little more than a few bracelets and necklaces.
Doesn't anyone around here wear pants?
Not that Sam minded. The lithe forms of the otters were far different from those of the towering equines- but appealing, in their own way. Variety is the spice of life. Sam thought. She let her eyes rove over the otters' bodies. Sam could make out faint lines of lean, swimmer's muscles beneath the sleek brown of their pelts.
And, satisfyingly, between the otters' legs, each had a temptingly hefty, black-skinned cock.
Sam felt the insides of her ears tint in a blush. God. How bad is it that the first thing I look at in a guy is their dick? She shifted her stance a little, and bit at her lower lip. Well, that's alright. I'm pretty sure they'll look at my tits. So it's even?
The barge finally pulled up to the bank, and a sort of controlled chaos soon broke out. The otters laughed and waved to the equines, at which point they began loading and unloading various cargo with practiced familiarity. They'd done this before, it seemed.
"These men will help you." Rema said from behind Sam. For such a tall woman, the equine priestess was able to move surprisingly quietly when she wanted. She patted Sam's bare ass, and guided her forwards, closer to the trading barge.
"Rema!" said the otter at the bow of the barge, smiling. The otter hopped nimbly down onto the shore, and bustled up to Sam and Rema. Once he was at the same level they were, Sam realized that the otter was a few inches shorter than she was- which made him positively dwarfish next to Rema. This didn't stop him from pouncing upon Rema. The tall equine just scooped the otter up and met his muzzle in a playful kiss.
"It is good to see you, Standiff." Rema said, even as the short otter cuddled into her ample chest. "It has been too long."
"Don't I know it." said Standiff. He brought a hand up to squeeze at Rema's chest. Almost as an afterthought, he leaned back from Rema's breasts to peer over at Sam. "You're not a horse." He mused.
"Truly, you're the most brilliant man on the river." Rema said at a deadpan.
"It's true." Standiff's muzzle split into a wide, pearly-toothed grin. "So who's your friend?"
"This is Sam." Rema set Standiff back down on the ground. "She is a traveler."
"Uh, hi." Sam raised a hand in greeting- wondering (perhaps hoping?) if the short otter would launch into her cleavage, next. She suppressed an involuntary shiver at the thought. Even if Standiff was shorter than she was, life on the river had certainly shaped his body into a lean, enticing little package. Speaking of packages, it looked like cuddling up to Rema had an effect on him ...
Sam forced herself to look at the otter's face.
"A canine! Not too many to be found around here."
"I'm ... from a long way off. I'm trying to make my way to the Ship."
Standiff nodded. "I see. Everyone should see the Ship at least once in their lives ... even if life there isn't quite as pleasant as it is out here."
"You could always stay." Rema said, fondness in her voice.
"Not for long, I couldn't. You know how things are, Rema. You have your home here, where mine is on the water. Still ... there's something to be said for a visit every now and again." The otter stood up on his tiptoes to nuzzle at Rema's nose again, and for the briefest moments, they reminded Sam of nothing more than a few lovestruck teenagers.
"But!" Standiff wriggled out of Rema's embrace, if reluctantly. "Any friend of Rema's is a friend of mine. We'll leave first thing in the morning." He looked over at the barge again, and frowned. "But for now, I've got to make sure my crew gets their work done before they get start to flirt."
"And what are you doing right now?" Rema smiled slyly.
"Developing our business relationship, of course." Standiff winked at Rema. "And I'm looking forward to developing it more later." He winked, and then turned to start barking orders at the other otters.
"That's it?" Sam blinked. "They'll take me to the Ship, just like that?"
"Standiff and I are ... friends. He'll be more than happy to help."
"So now what?"
"Now," Rema set a hand on Sam's shoulder and neatly pulled her out of the way of a passing line of horse-men, each one hauling a huge, heavy bundle of reptile skins, "try to stay out of the way until the fire tonight."
"Sam, this is a fascinating development." Chip said, voice echoing within Sam's ear.
"It is?" Sam murmured. She sat on a cushion around the large bonfire the equines had built to honor their guests. The whole tribe had gathered around that fire, sharing food and drink. Between the music, the laughter, and the general noise of merry-making, Sam's subvocalized conversation with her AI was bound to go unnoticed.
"Of course. The establishment of trade routes means that this civilization is far more developed than it initially appears. While your hosts may be structured around a hunter-gatherer model, the presence of multiple sorts of trade goods are a indicative of at least one more sedentary settlement. The traders are bringing in manufactured goods- glass and metal, both of surprisingly high quality for the technology base we've seen so far. In return, it seems they're taking mostly various sorts of hides from the large reptilian creatures, along with large casks and of the fermented grain you seem to have developed a taste for."
"It's like beer ... soup." Sam said, and drained what wasn't her first bowl. It probably wouldn't be her last, either.
"I must commend you for your progress so far. By adopting native customs and means of dress- or, more specifically, the lack therof, you've assimilated quite well into their society. However, things are sure to be different in the other tribes and outposts you're sure to meet down the river. I suggest speaking with the barge captain in order to gather more information on what to come."
"I will. Later." Sam turned to look over at Standiff and Rema. "He's a little busy right now."
Since the feast had started, the priestess and the river-captain had been inseparable. They'd played a game of escalation: a kiss here, a squeeze there- until Standiff had climbed into Rema's lap outright. The lithe otter nibbled eagerly at Rema's neck, while she in turn had a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him. They weren't alone, either- many of the other horses and otters had paired off during the evening's 'entertainment.'
"I tire of waiting." Rema said, and shifted Standiff off her lap.
The priestess lowered herself onto all fours on the spread blankets, and hiked her tail. Sam watched with rapt attention. Even at that distance, she could smell Rema's needy pussy. Sam bit her lip as she locked her eyes on Rema's beautiful lower lips.
Sam's view was soon blocked by Standiff as moved to position himself behind the horse, his black cock jutting proudly in front of him. Given the size difference, it took a little bit of work on their part to find just the right angle- but once the otter moved his hips forward, Rema gave a needy, almost relieved moan as he sank into her waiting pussy. With a proud grin, Standiff began to work his hips back and forth, eagerly pounding away at Rema's upturned rump. He was impatient, and ungentle ... but to judge by the blissful expression on Rema's face, she loved every moment of it. Firelight flickered off of Standiff's sleek brown pelt, contrasting with the white lines of bodypaint that decorated Rema's amazonian figure.
Sam bit her lower lip and squirmed on the cushion she sat on. Just when she thought she'd gotten used to the ... open sexuality of the equines, the addition of Standiff and his crew made things seem new and exciting. The coyote shivered (and not from the cold) as she looked over the rest of the village. She saw a few of the otters slinking into the tents with their chosen partners, but most of them were happy to fuck right out in the open. She saw Lavi lounging back, her white coat nearly luminescent in the faint light. One otter had his head between her thighs, while a second had latched onto one of her nipples. Paz was helping to greet the otters as well- he had settled in on his knees, where he dragged his lips back and forth over an otter's long cock. Sam blinked in surprise as she saw the big dark equine stud so eagerly service another man. Then again, given the tribe's rather casual attitude towards sexuality, she should have expected as much.
Sam felt a telltale heat rise between her legs. She breathed in deeper, and then slid a hand down between her thighs, where she began to gently work at the folds of her pussy. As she watched the unfolding orgy, Sam realized what was different; for the first time since she'd been a guest of the tribe, she wasn't the center of attention. Sam knew she could find a partner without any trouble. With little more than a sultry look or a beckoning crook of her finger, she could have any of the horses (and probably any of the otters) all over her ...
But somehow, just playing the observer seemed even more fun. Anthropological observation, as Chip would call it.
Sam curled a finger into her pussy, and moaned quietly.
Rema moaned a lot louder. Standiff pounded away at her, until he pulled himself back at the wrong moment, and his hard black cock slipped out of Rema's pussy entirely. The equine priestess squeaked in surprise, and soon the two of them broke down into playful giggling.
She rolled to her back, and spread her long, muscled legs wide for Standiff. The otter captain settled in on his knees, scooted up between Rema's thighs, and then leaned in to guide his stiff prick into her. He renewed his quick fucking as if he'd never stopped. Rema's enormous, dark-nippled tits bounced and swayed with each of Standiff's thrusts.
Sam bit at her lower lip and kept on rubbing at herself. She knew all she had to do was to walk over and lower herself onto Rema's face, or to nuzzle up between Standiff's legs ... but she didn't want to intrude. The two obviously had a history, and were making up for who knew how much lost time with their enthusiastic fucking. Besides, Sam thought to herself, the way they're going, I'd barely keep up.
Sam's shivered in pleasure, and spread her legs wider as she lewdly, brazenly masturbated, mere feet away from the rutting couple. It was an indulgence- she'd gotten so used to being fucked by her hosts, she'd almost forgotten the simple pleasures her own hands had to offer. Sam slipped her finger out of her pussy, and then drug it up to her clit. She started working her fingers in tight little circles- the way she always liked it.
Panting, with sweat beading her coat, Rema shifted about- she clutched her legs around Standiff and rolled over. Within moments, she was straddling the smaller otter, and bounced eagerly up and down on his thick cock. Standiff just lolled his head back and enjoyed the ride, groaning each time Rema impaled herself upon him.
Rema locked eyes with Sam, and the coyote felt an electric shock ripple through her, sure as if she'd been touched by the beautiful priestess. Rema said nothing, instead keeping her eyes on Sam's, even as she bounced up and down.
Trapped by the impromptu staring contest, Sam stared into Rema's deep, enthralling eyes. The coyote worked her fingers around her clit faster, matching Rema and Standiff's brisk rhythm. Sam felt that familiar, building wave of heat in her pussy- and with a final gasp, she let herself go, pleasure washing over her whole body as she came.
Rema smiled in approval. She gave one last roll of her hips, and then parted her lips in a silent moan. The big equine woman shivered, and then reached down to start rubbing at her own clit- and that's all that she needed to reach her own orgasm in turn. Sam wondered if Standiff had come yet- even though something told her that Rema wouldn't let the otter go without.
Panting, Sam lowered herself down to her side on a pile of pillows and blankets. She looked over the fire circle, where an orgy was in full swing. She saw Paz on all fours, with an otter pounding away at him from either end. To judge by the way Paz's long, hard dick swayed beneath him, Sam guessed he was enjoying himself, too. Lavi, meanwhile, lay on her side with one of her white-furred legs up in the air as another eager otter slid himself in and out of her glistening pussy.
Sam wet her lips, and gave a dreamy sigh. The beer she'd been drinking began to catch up with her, not to mention the lovely post-orgasmic haze. And so, she drifted off, watching the shadowed figures of the otters and equines coupling as the bonfire collapsed into a pile of smoldering coals.
And tomorrow, Sam thought wistfully, I'll have to leave.