Primal Desires
Story by Stories of Old and Far on SoFurry
I managed to finish something during the madhouse that is summer.
There she was again. She always caught his attention. Maybe it was her striking differences or the subtle similarities. Enough to have his eyes wander each time as she passed, feminine physique emphasized in all the right places.
A distant relative to baseline human evolutionary trees from times long gone. They shared much in common in terms of genes, but the end result of her evolutionary line was starkly different.
It wasn't uncommon for bathrooms or dress rooms to be unisex depending on where you went. When given the option of choice it seemed like most stuck to their own. Not for her.
She always strode into the room casually, seemingly unbothered by the predominant grouping of male lifeforms in good old dress room 58. Maybe that's part of why he liked her.
The way she unbashfully walked among others into the showers. It was a body she allowed others to look at, never to touch. Maybe that was why he was fixated.
Broad hips, slender proportions, soft and sleek yet sculpted somewhat. She liked to work out a bit. It made sense to him. Long ago her people in their primordial days were adept climbers of ancient jungles. Of course, training to work and navigate in the vacuum was mandatory for everybody to pass physical checks. Her line was stronger physically than base Humans.
Regardless, old animalistic features remained. Her legs, arms, shoulders, sides and back were all adorned in striking white fur that thinned away at her extremities and face, and her upper and lower torso.
So here she was on a quiet afternoon end shift. He thanked whatever higher beings were out there because today, she was the last one out and so was he. He pretended to pay no mind, absently rooting through his storage locker as he watched from the corner of his eye.
Off came her top over her neck and past the messy spiked portions of her white haired head to match. His heart jumped as he watched with quiet enjoyment.
Freed from their tight entrapment, her breasts spilled over the sides of her body to reveal just a small portion of their weight and size, even with her back to him.
Next came the shorts, down to the floor as she stepped out of them, leaving nothing to the imagination as she bent down to scoop them up and stuff them into her locker, turning to face him. A humanoid face, close in features but distant at the same time. A more pronounced and jutting jaw structure than his, which flattened her nose into a cute little formation.
Stern features with bright amber eyes and pale white brows furrowed as she noticed him staring vacantly at her. Even the hint of disinterest as she paid him no mind as she continued on her way was alluring to him.
Maybe it was her eyes, the way they seemed to hold back something, reserving older primal instincts for matters more important. The slight crease on her lips that let slip the hint of a fang, a reminder of old eons having long since passed.
He watched her walk past the locker rows, headed off towards the showers. A slightly off kilter walk, different from baseline humans in the sways of hips and with carefully considered steps, as if it were still slightly awkward to walk upright. Barely noticeable to most. He watched her go, quietly fixated. He found himself wrestling with a decision. It wasn't often that she was the last one out. Nor him. It was even less common for the place to be deserted.
She'd be in the showers, all on her own. He'd be with her, if he dared. All he had to do was go and catch up to her, talk a little. He looked past the empty rows of lockers. She was right there just down the hall. The weight was almost too much. The indecision broke with the gentle closing of his locker door.
The sound of one showerhead filled the vacant room under the dim orange lighting. All by her lonesome in a patch of steam. Instantly, he couldn't take his eyes off her. White hair matted together in spiky clumps as water smoothed it out, the hairless portions of her body shimmering under the water.
She was lost in her own world, rubbing the back of her neck as she leaned her head against the wall. Water ran down her figure, falling off her shoulders and breasts in small rivulets. He made a point to shower at the same wall, just not too close.
The automated system activated in his presence and he quickly felt the wave of warm relaxation overcome him. The sensor suite in the room monitored individual bio signatures, heating or cooling the water to clean precision on a case by case basis. Hard not to want to slide off into your own world at the end of the day in here.
As she stayed leaning against her wall, he couldn't help but wander into his own thoughts. A scattered half formed wish to pull two isolated worlds together.
“Long day, isn't it?"
Under the rivulets of water over his face he opened his eyes, surprised. Could have sworn he'd asked the question. It had been on his mind. But it wasn't his lips that spoke the idle thought. Her deep colored eyes were watching him, her features still sternly impassive.
He smiled back, watching her stern features as he replied, slightly dumfounded. “Yeah. Salvage work. Graveyard shift up until mid-day."
Her brows raised slightly, baring a hint of her canines as her face lit up with mild intrigue. “No shit? Same crew?"
It was like he'd been struck by lightning. He turned on the spot to face her, leaning his shoulder up against the wall. “You mean to say I've seen you here this whole time and we've been working the same job?"
One arm raised, she wiped the back of her head, shrugging. “I guess. There's a lot of debris fields out here. It's a lot of space to cover for small teams."
He chuckled. “What sector are you working?"
“Aft engines of that big cruiser in the debris field."
He inched closer, holding out his hand in greeting. “Starboard hull side."
Her eyes traveled to focus on his hand briefly, traveling back to stare at him before she extended her own hand. The handshake was awkward. Not just because they were in the showers. It was like she'd never encountered anybody who'd shaken her hand before. Her grip was strong.
Her eyes lingered on his as she shook. He couldn't quite read her facial features. He noted the slight smile, showing off the hint of canines. There was something to the handshake he couldn't place either. As if it were an exchange between comrades. He toyed with that thought. Maybe they were. He tried his luck, pushing just a bit farther.
“Shit's a mess out there, isn't it?"
She nodded back. “Complete fucking wreck. You should see what I have to put up with."
He chuckled at the thought. “You never know. I might get transferred to that side one day. It's a pain but we'll have it sectioned all down into parts in no time."
He finally noticed the breaking of their handshake. It had gone on longer than he realized. It was a background to what he was really focused on. Her features were slightly unreadable to him, but she was keeping a very close eye on him right now. Eyes implied sterness, but hinted at something else under the slight creasing of her lips. She blinked briefly, inhaling sharply.
“Can I ask you something?"
There it was. She was curious too. The notion of her being interested enough to talk had his heart going haywire, even as he played it calm, smiling back. His canines certainly weren't as impressive as hers.
“Sure thing."
Her eyes strayed away briefly before her brows furrowed. “Would you mind….giving me a hand with something?"
“We work the same job. Don't see why not."
His interest peaked as she turned her back on him, turning her head over her shoulder to watch him. He could read that expression. Clear embarresment. It looked cute on her features.
“It's my arm. I twisted some muscles on the job today. I can't reach a few areas. If you don't mind……"
He smiled back calmly, but his brain felt like it'd had a stroke. “As long as you'd do the same for me."
She hung her head low, but he caught the smile that went with it. “As long as you asked nicely."
He tried slowing his breaths as he pooled up gel in his hands from a dispenser on the wall, closing his eyes to focus as he held his hands out to her shoulders. She kept her back to him, waiting. He exhaled slowly.
“Your shoulders, right? Gel's cold you know."
She nodded her head in silence, submerged under the cascading water in front of her. He inched a little closer, awkwardly trying to avoid full body contact as he reached out, pressing his palms to her shoulder blades.
Even under the cool gel he felt everything. The shiver and shift she made when he touched her. Warm skin through the fine white coating of soft fur on her upper portions. He could tell that she had a tough hide. Tougher than a standard human anyway. It was like finely polished leather to him yet less course, helped by the soft fur running through his fingertips.
He became lost in it awkwardly. He was going to try and strike up more small talk to try and shift through the awkwardness, but he began focusing on her instead. Spreading out the gel in circular motions, feeling it break down into soft bubbly foam across her skin.
She was quiet as water poured over her head, splashing down her neck and over her shoulders, which he could feel were tense. Tense not only because he was touching them, but truly from the long day of work. They had some bruising from work impacts. It was instinctive to him as he reached up, cupping the back of her neck as he rubbed it gently, parting fur down to more of her unique skin.
Her head leaned back and he caught sight of her closed eyes, mouth open slightly. Her shoulders slunk lower, now a little less high strung. He was made aware of something brushing against the skin of his leg. Her weight had shifted and he'd noticed that she'd moved closer to him, slightly.
Bare skin on her back shone brightly under the water, a shade of color not unlike planet-side dwelling humans, but deeper. Whether he was doing it on purpose or not he ran his hands a little lower, caressing down her back across her ribs, running his fingers through the fur that started on her sides to no protest but a gentle breath that caught itself in surprise from her.
He closed his own eyes for a moment, briefly coming to his senses from out of this trance like state. Could he go further? Would she let him? The softness of her skin and fur under the water, the tenseness in her body that seemed to wash away wherever he slid his hands……he wanted more of that.
For a moment there wasn't anything else beyond the water and the heat. Just him and her. The soft exhale she gave as he slid soap filled hands over her shoulders once more sold it for him. He inched closer, barely on the edge of having his own body come into contact with hers as he slid one hand back up across her neck.
He spoke, but not like before. There was no small talk. He actually felt free for saying it. “You know, I've seen you coming in here for a long time now."
Her eyes stayed closed as her head leaned back in response to the attention placed on her neck. Her voice had changed in a subtle way. As if she was tired but relaxed. “I know."
Her shoulders tensed as she raised her arms to cup the back of her head as she ran her fingers through the spikey tufts of hair in a casual upwards stretch. His heart kicked up another notch as he risked it. His attention left her neck as he slid his hands down and across her sides cautiously, sliding gently through fur and then around to the soft skin of her stomach. He leaned in closer.
“Were you...okay with that?"
Her mouth hung open as he closed the gap, feeling her body against his, soft yet firm under her slightly more emphasized muscles. He'd been doing his best previously but it was nearly impossible to hide his erection as it pressed against her back.
Water cascaded over the pair as they ended up moving under the showerhead and he felt the warmth of the shower, coupled with something he could only know as contentment. Her hands brushed across his to hold them in her own, digits vaguely like his but shaped and elongated differently, strong in their grip but gentle in her attention.
“Could always smell somebody had it in for me. With others around I was never sure who it was."
He made a point to exhale across the back of her neck, watching her eyes close and brows furrow as she leaned her head back towards him weakly, mouth parted and slack.
He smiled. “That why you put on such a show for everybody?"
He swayed his hips gently, to his satisfaction feeling hers join him in a slow sway as he moved a hand across her stomach over the smooth features of her navel, the pair drifting in a slow rotation under the water in a gentle dance. Her breath was heavier now.
“Had to get your attention somehow."
His eyes closed as he rested his head against her back in bliss with a smile, inhaling and exhaling, feeling her body respond to him with a rapid heartbeat. He spoke in a whisper, caught up in holding her. “Worked pretty good. You caught me. Now what?"
She held a momentary smile and let free a short chuckle, happily satisfied at the confirmation as he let his head rest against her neck, caught in the feeling of being in the rain as he held her close and the pair did slow spirals under the water.
He was painfully aroused now at this level of contact body to body, but his tone faltered somewhat. “This is kind of new to me. I've never really been around much other than Human variants."
The muscles in her stomach tensed as she laughed quietly, but there was a subtlety in her tone that implied much more. “I don't think we're so different."
He didn't know why it was so reassuring to hear from her. He realized how legitimate she was being. He said nothing, content to see if what she said really was true as he set his chin down on her shoulder, escaping her grasp to quickly skirt his hands up along her body to something he'd always desperately looked at but never had the opportunity to touch.
Often trapped under the clothes she wore now completely free to him. His fingers pressed into the firm heft of her breasts as his heart jumped in escalation at having his hands completely encumbered under the weight and soft malleable flesh that filled the gaps between his fingers.
Unsurprising but spurring aggression in him, her reaction was pleasant as she exhaled sharply, eyes closed as her gasp transitioned from a simple exhale to a low moan under a fanged smile. He groped and squeezed hard, speaking into one of her ears. “Guess you were right."
She nodded back to him hotly, edging him on further with a curled lower lip. "Maybe....I'll let you fuck them."
He squeezed and stretched her heavy tits apart in his hands, met with another fanged moan from her as her stiff nipples became as hard as what he was was grinding against her lower back between her ass.
The pair's gentle spiral ended under the streams of water as she leaned her forehead against the wall, lost in the rising arousal. She let out a short frustrated huff. Her strong grip tugged one of his hands away to travel lower across her stomach. Her cunt was hot even under the water. She huffed in frustration. "More."
Everything became automatic. He worked her clit slowly at first, other hand occupied in molesting her tits. He had to stop himself from thrusting his cock to her ass. Her muscles rippled across her body in response and her grip became more insistent on his hand, urging him to shove his fingers deeper.
It was a short and frantic span of time that left her fanged mouth agape as he aggressively molested her tits before pulling her tightly against his body and her firm grip took control over his hand. She let out something guttural and primal but still feminine, and the mood changed.
She pushed off the wall and tore his hand away from her sweltering cunt, and quickly the tables turned as she grabbed him at the shoulders, guiding him until his back was pressed to the wall. Her deep amber eyes snapped downwards to his painfully erect cock, back up to his eyes to demand what she wanted without speaking.
Her strong grip found his wrists and her stern face pressed closer, fangs bared. "Grab my ass. Fuck me."
He smiled awkwardly, barely able to stop himself from complying. "What about genes? Protection?"
She pushed against him, body to body, her firm but pendulous tits compressing against his chest as she let his wrists go to guide his cock to where she wanted it, eyes locked to his. "Just fuck me..."
Her tight cunt greedily accepted the tip as she urged him forwards, and the rest fell into place. His hands found her toned ass, pulling her in, and her furred arms wrapped themselves around his neck.
The kiss she pulled him into as her fingers spread through his hair stayed tight like a suffocating airlock as he hilted deep into her sweltering cunt and slapped her ass once.
The awkward coupling as they stood under the water never broke under the intense need that had sparked. He blew load after load into her stuffed cunt more than once. Her tensed muscles signaled her own orgasms. Both their moans resonated together, but muffled in their aggressive exploration of each other's mouths.
Pushed against the wall awkwardly, she ended up doing most of the work with awkward thrusts into his pelvis, gyrating her hips in a manner he helped along by gripping her ass tightly.
What sent him over the edge every time was her eyes. Locked to his, they took on a light of no restraint, a fire to them that demanded only one thing of him even if hilting fully into her sweltering cunt and letting what was pent up finally go.
By the time their awkward kiss broke and the manic thrusting of their bodies pulled together ended, both had become dizzy. The shower helped wash away the strings of cum as he eventually pulled free of her tight cunt, and the two slid against the wall down to the floor together for a short rest.
Locker doors closed in the nearly vacant changing room. In an effort to stretch time and the haze of that brief outburst, they had dried one another off. There wasn't any talking.
He guided a G-string up her legs to fit tightly across her hips and vanish into her ass. A comfortable bra to support and lift, and tease what she promised to let him fuck later. Briefs clung to his waist tightly as one of her hands drifted lovingly over a bulge in them.
Generic crew jumpsuits encapsulated two bodies snugly, and the lights in the room dimmed as they neared the doorway to exit. He stopped briefly with her.
"There's this nice little hole in the wall kind of coffee shop on deck 40. Not the synth crap. Original seed stock from our homeworld. Come with me?"
She smiled fangs at him. "End of the day and you're going to drink coffee? Her eyes stayed locked to his, and they told him everything.
He shrugged back. "I like to stay up for a couple hours after a shift. Get some me time, you know?"
Fanged smile again. "After coffee, come back to my place? It'll keep me up for a few hours."
The lights dimmed as the two left.