OMFG OMFG OMFG I've done it! I've PROVEN the INEFFICIENCY of brain bleach! Hence, I now put in here a big disclaimer.
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I'm just pleased I was able to reference the alien race of my own creation here. GRYPHONS *heart* Well, one of them anyway… Nahydran battle matriarchs are NOT something you want to mess with…
Oh, and be sure you follow the link I included midway through; it wasn't written by me, but DOES follow the story arc I've come up with here! I hope Gutter-child doesn't mind….
Anyways, we'll be back after these messages…
The Nahydran flapped her wings at him.
[WHERE are the soldiers I left here?!] she screeched.
"I killed them," Jack replied.
[Haaarrrrrrr,] she growled angrily, stooping down low. [Why won't you celestial vermin just lay down and die?!]
"And miss out on the chance to kill arrogant, egg-sucking monsters like you?" Jack clicked, leaping forward and swinging his rifle at her head. She somersaulted back, clacking her beak as she flapped her wings.
[Yes, I am a monster,] she hissed. [The question is do I kill you quickly, or do I pull you apart, limb for limb, with my bare claws?] She flexed her athletic biceps for emphasis, swaying angrily, as she prepared to tackle him.
"Do your worst, monster," Jack replied, shouldering his rifle and squeezing the trigger, sending a burst of ion pulse fire at her. The avian dodged by leaping into the air, and came down on him. They slammed into the ground, which roared from the impact. A bright light blinded him…
…he jerked awake as the morning sun shone into his face. With a sigh of relief, Jack realized it was a dream.
More than a dream; a memory. The Nahydran had almost ripped his throat open with her talons before John had killed her with his pistol.
The memory railed at him, and he thumped a fist against the ground.
John. And James. The only other survivors he knew of from the Resistance that were still alive.
His two closest friends, now almost certainly implacable enemies. He blinked back sudden tears at the pain the thought gave him.
For once more, he was truly alone.
Kisa woke the next morning to the sound of helicopters buzzing overhead. Warren twitched as whatever dream world he was in was interrupted. He spasmed in alarm, thinking they were coming for him, but was stilled by a touch from Kisa.
"They're just flying overhead," she clicked reassuringly. "Relax."
"It's time to get up anyway," he replied, stretching. "Darren and Anthony should be here soon, I imagine, eh?"
As if on cue, the two prawns peered into the tent. Seeing minimal activity, they stepped inside and waited patiently for Kisa to greet them. Standing up and stretching herself, she padded into the main area and gave them both a hug.
"Where's Jack?" Darren asked.
Kisa shrugged. "Don't know. He left last night and hasn't been back."
They clicked nonchalantly. "Well, we're off to work once more," Anthony said.
"If you see Jack, tell him to come find me," Kisa chirped. "Oh, before you go…" she followed the two bigger prawns outside, and they turned to look at her.
"Anthony, can I ask a favor?"
"Anything," he replied.
"Would you be willing to… take Darren, Warren and Prue in, just for tonight?"
Darren blinked at her, strangling the urge to mewl at her.
"I… don't see why not," he replied. "What for?"
"I'd like to have my place to myself, just for one night."
The two males looked at each other, and Anthony shrugged.
"Certainly."
"Thank you," she chirped amicably, and gave them both another hug. "Now go to work before you miss the shuttle and are disciplined, or some such." They exchanged parting greetings and the two males were gone. She returned inside and roused Prue, and the three of them ate a light breakfast before sauntering off to find what entertainments they could to occupy their day.
Throughout the morning, concern for Jack's well-being wouldn't stop bothering her. Finally, around lunch, she broke down and walked up to Warren.
"Can you look after Prue for a little while?" she asked. "I need to go do something."
His round eyes bored into hers, but he eventually nodded. "I'll manage."
"Oh, thank you!" She gave him a quick hug and then vanished.
(Read this next! It's the next bit, GC just wrote it first and I wanted to incorporate it without copy-pasting her work!)
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"…miss? Eleanor?" Kak called out, but whoever he was calling out to had already disappeared. He muttered something to himself as Kisa approached. He turned his foggy eyes in her direction when he heard her footsteps.
"Hello there," he clicked cheerily.
"Hello, Kak, it's me, Kisa," she said. "Remember me?"
"How could I forget?" he replied, and waved his antennae contentedly. "What can I do for you?" he gestured to his blanket of knickknacks. "Do you see anything you like?"
She looked down at the assorted junk he had laying out on the blanket in front of him, but saw little of interest.
"I was actually hoping you could help me," she chirped.
He gurgled softly with laughter. "I certainly can try," he said.
"Do you remember Jack?"
Kak paused and looked upwards, and his already foggy eyes seemed to get foggier as he recalled the memory from the previous day. "Ah, yes," he clicked after a moment. "He seems like something of a distant fellow, but knows to do good when the time comes."
She purred in agreement. "Have you seen him?"
Kak purred with laughter again. "I'm sorry, Kisa," he clicked. "But my eyesight just isn't want it once was."
Her face fell, and her antennae drooped forlornly; though he couldn't see it, he must have sensed it, for he added hastily, "I haven't seen him, but I'll do what I can, little though it may be."
"That's all I ask." She turned and began to walk away, but he called her name again. She paused and looked his way.
"He wasn't hurt yesterday, was he?" he inquired.
She shook her head. "Not physically," she answered. "But I fear the emotional pain he is going through may be too much for him. I don't want him to do something… rash. Those were apparently two of his closest friends he fought."
"Yes, I agree," Kak chirped.
"If he does come see you again, please ask him to come find me. He's taken to wearing a long jacket, so you should hear him going by."
"Thank you, and I'll do that! Good luck, and have a nice day."
"Take care, Kak," she said, and continued walking.
"Warren! Look at this!" Prue clicked excitedly, hefting a large flat piece of thick plastic.
"I know just the perfect spot for that," Warren chirped, taking it from the younger prawn. "We can put this under the chair in Kisa's tent, so it won't rock so much."
"I also found this!" he held out a dirty teddy bear. "I just don't know what it is."
"It's a teddy bear," Warren explained. "Human children cuddle with them in bed, when they are all alone and afraid."
Prue eyed it warily. "Humans, huh," he clicked.
"Yes. When they're alone and scared. It's a toy."
Prue popped the bear's head in his mouth, but spit it back out. "Not edible."
Warren surprised himself with how bubbly his laugh was. "They're not food," he admonished.
To his surprise, Prue slipped off the pants he was wearing and began massaging the bear against his pelvis, in smooth up-and-down motions.
"Ooh, that's nice," the little prawn purred, and his eyes grew distant.
"PRUE!"
"Right, sorry…" Prue put the bear on the ground and secured his pants, and Warren averted his eyes, but not before he saw considerably more about the young prawn's slightly aroused body than he would have liked…
Several hours later, Kak was packing up his belongings when there was a rustle of a long jacket from not far away. He sniffed the air, and grew suddenly apprehensive, as if he was being watched. Before he could say anything, a voice chirped at him.
"Having any trouble with those other two?"
He looked in the direction the voice had come from, and something seemed to spark a chord of recognition.
"Jack? Is that you?"
Footsteps approached, and he sensed a tall figure in a dark cloak kneeling in front of him a couple of feet away.
"Yeah, it's me… Has anyone been bothering you?"
"Oh, no, not at all," Kak replied cheerily. "It's been a nice day. A good day, so far."
"Good." He stood and began to walk away when Kak shot his arm out and caught his ankle.
"Sorry, but your friend was looking for you earlier," Kak informed him.
"What did she want?"
"Nobody tells me much of anything, but she wants you to go see her."
"Did she say why?"
Kak shook his head slowly, massaging the top of his head. "No, but she seemed worried for you. Anyways, just delivering the message."
Jack seemed to be deliberating over what to say, if anything. Finally, he clicked a small thank you and vanished. Kak finished packing up his worldly possessions and grabbed the stick he was using to help him tell where he was going.
"Eleanor, Eleanor," he began to chirp, slowly walking in the direction he knew the meat shop to be…
The sun was finally setting when Kisa saw Jack's unmistakable silhouette – wrapped in a stained jacket that fell to his knees – marching towards a rather decrepit-looking tent. He ducked inside and she stopped outside the door, debating whether to go in after him.
"Jack?" she clicked. "Are you in there? Can I come in?"
A moment later he emerged, hefting another ion assault rifle and a pistol, strapped to a Poleepkwa-designed flak jacket. There was also additional flak protection wrapped around his midsection and legs. He marched right past her as if she wasn't even there.
"Jack, what the hell are you doing?!"
"I'm through with MNU," he stated flatly. "With the military, Poleepkwa bullies, I'm through with the world. I'm through shedding tears and blood when all I get from the universe by way of thanks is more pain, and a call for more blood."
Realization hit her like an avalanche at what he intended to do.
"You're going to go out in a blaze of glory?! Take as many of them as you can!?! Jack, you can't!"
He stopped suddenly and thrust his face into hers. "Why not?" he demanded. "And who's going to stop me? You?" He chuckled sarcastically. "You and what army?" He spun around and continued his march towards the nearest guard tower, almost three hundred meters distant.
"Jack, please, don't do this," she begged. "I don't want you to do this!"
"Sod off," he told her. Other prawns gawked at the two as they passed them.
She leaped in front of him and decked him with a solid roundhouse kick to the shoulder. Before he could rise, she pinned him to the ground and glared at him.
"You're NOT doing this," she growled, and the menace in her voice told him not to argue. "I'm NOT going to stand back and watch you force the humans to kill you."
"Why not?"
She thumped his shoulders against the ground, and he suppressed a cry of pain as still-healing plates took more abuse.
"Because you've lost faith," she hissed. "And I feel I'm the one to give some back to you."
"Poetic," he hissed back, and tried to free himself. "Get off me."
"No."
"Kisa…"
She refused to budge.
"Look, I thank you for all you've done for me, but this is NOT your decision to make!"
"Like hell." She leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. Something seemed to click in his mind, and he stopped struggling.
"Better," she chirped, tickling his throat with her mandibles. "Now if I let you get up, do you promise not to storm off?"
He wrestled with the decision for several moments, but eventually nodded once. "I won't tonight. I can't promise anything for tomorrow."
"That will have to do," she clicked as she stood. He slowly brought himself to a standing position, and followed her to her tent, where the others were trying to learn crazy eights.
He shed his weapons in annoyance at their paltry attempts. "Let me show you how it's done," he clicked…
For the next hour they played, laughed, and enjoyed themselves; even Jack seemed hard pressed to keep his cold façade in place. As the night grew long, Kisa kicked everyone out, and they all left for Anthony's.
All, that is, except for Jack. As he was the last to leave, he was about to step out when she pulled him back inside. He gawked curiously as she pulled him bodily along, and screeched in surprise as she shoved him down into the nest. He fell in among the pile of sheets and old boxes that lined it, and she laid down next to him.
"You're not going anywhere," she purred.
"I thought you wanted everyone-"
"Everyone but you."
"Why?"
She purred affectionately, clambering on to him so she lay on top of his chest. His little limbs there were twitching nervously, and she stilled them by laying a reassuring arm across his shoulders and stroking his head.
"Answer my questi-nnnnnnggg!!" he began, but gurgled as she stroked his antennae.
"Just for once," she whispered, "accept the fact that not everything needs to have an explanation." She brought her face up to his, and pulled his remaining mandible into her mouth as she kissed him.
Though caught by surprise, he blinked back tears, and instinctively returned the kiss, pulling her mandibles into his mouth and sucking on them gently.
"That's right," she soothed. "You're safe here. Relax. Let your inhibitions go…"
He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her towards him so that their bodies were touching. He tensed as their hips touched, and they continued to kiss, antennae stroking each other romantically.
Her hands began exploring his body, and he couldn't help but feel his space was being intruded upon. There were protocols for dealing with invasions of such nature, but for the life of him he couldn't remember them. So he just laid there and let her do as she wished, running her fingers over his plates and tugging on the little limbs on his chest.
She sat up, and with one smooth motion peeled off both their loincloths. She lay back down, purring with affection, admiring the warmth, the feel of his body so close to hers. Her exploratory hands found his pelvis, and he felt an uncomfortable tightening as she groped him. He mewled around her tendrils, and she gurgled softly. She pulled his hands from her back and put one on her head, where he began playing with her antennae and the other on her hip.
They purred at the same time, and he wriggled slightly, getting more comfortable.
"You see?" Kisa whispered as her hands continued to explore his body. "It's not about who you've known the longest, but who came and never left your side." He tensed, pushing against her, and she believed he was almost ready.
"In your darkest hour, let me be your light," she added, and she rolled off of him, pulling him along. She spun around, presenting her back to him, and guided his hands to her hips as she pushed backwards, pressing herself against him.
He mewled softly as his body rebelled against the cold commands of his mind to heel, and she felt his flesh parting for him. His organ quickly swelled in the warmth of their embrace, and he found her entrance without difficulty. He slipped smoothly inside with a gasp, and pushed himself all the way in. He held himself there for several moments as her muscles worked him over, and he began to tremble. He buried his face in her back, and she felt tears falling against her shoulder plates. He squeezed her hips in the mating grip and began thrusting, slowly, steadily, and she groaned in ecstasy as he bred her.
She reached the precipice first, and her body clamped down on him as a plaintive mewl escaped her throat. Her body trembled, and he shifted his grip; he tucked his elbows in the crevices of her waist and placed his hands on her chest, where on a human the breasts would be, and pulled her even closer.
"Don't… stop…" she rasped, and she began rocking in place as his thrusts grew in intensity until his entire body tensed; he crushed her against him as his seed shot forth into her depths. She placed one arm on his, and with the other she reached back and patted his exposed hipbone.
"More…" she begged, and he started his rhythmic motions again, like a piston engine. His very touch sent her into sensory overload; she could scarcely feel the nest moving beneath them – or was it them that were moving? – but the room roiled and danced before her slitted eyes.
He growled viciously as another volley left him and was sucked away into her depths by her body. In the bliss of their shared passion, they mewled at each other and continued to push and thrust against their grinding bodies; another orgasm claimed her, robbing her of the ability of coherent thought; his antennae brushed against hers and its intensity suddenly seemed to skyrocket. As it faded, she realized they were both mewling rather loudly. As a reply, she rolled over to lay on her stomach, and Jack – not breaking stride in the slightest – kept with her without parting from their union. With his full weight pressing her into the nest, she buried her face in an armful of blanket and moaned: at long last she felt completely safe. His breath on her back, the thumping of their hearts, and the gasps from their panting crystallized everything into the most perfect moment; she would be taking this night to her deathbed.
He paused for a fraction of a second to shift his legs to hold him in place, just inside where her legs were resting, and he renewed his actions with increasing vigor. He moved his arms from her chest to her sides, and anchored himself in place; her arms looped back to grab at his hips and he resumed dipping in and out of her, now drenched with their bodily fluids. His body locked and he collapsed, filling her almost to overflowing; she let a muffled squeal go at the same time as their bodies – closer than anything they had ever felt or experienced before – refused to move any more and her climax struck her moments after his did, like a wave crashing upon the shore. Only this one seemed to go on and on and on, never ending, skyrocketing in intensity over shared passion long pent up, unable to break free…
They were halfway to Anthony's tent when Darren realized he had forgotten something at Kisa's. He turned and jogged back, but stopped short of entering when he heard mewling coming from inside. He walked around, tasting the air, and smelled the unmistakable spunk of aroused Poleepkwa. He stopped along the wall where the nest was and peeked in through a tiny hole in the fabric.
What he saw chilled him to the bone.
Kisa and Jack were… lying together. In a way that stabbed through him like a laser beam.
Every pelvic thrust they made cut into him like a machete.
Every purr and moan he heard from them struck him like a crashing airliner.
And the smell… It sent his own urges running amok, and it was all he could do not to scream, tear down the flimsy partition and rip Jack's head from his body.
His body sagged, and his antennae brushed against the plastic of the tent's wall. He began to sob silently, shuddering breaths wheezing in and out of him and he sat on his haunches, peering through the peephole as his arms wrapped themselves around her chest and he squeezed her close. Moments later, she rolled onto her stomach, and he kept with her as if they were one entity in two physical shells, but he never broke stride, his every motion one of deliberate caution as he strove to please her.
He could feel the folds of his own loins creeping apart in shared arousal, but closed his eyes, unable to watch any more. With a heaving breath and a broken heart, he stood and returned forlornly to Anthony's tent…
He stepped through the partition in Anthony's tent just as the other prawn was finishing a drink. His antennae twitched in curiosity at seeing the big prawn looking so crushed; he was actually carrying himself shorter than Anthony.
"What's wrong?" Anthony clicked. "You look like someone just gutted you and left you to bake in the sun."
"Kisa… and Jack… are…"
Anthony furrowed his brow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
The big prawn dropped to the ground in the middle of the floor and began to cry in earnest, his normally neutral voice wailing louder and louder as a pain not of the flesh wracked his body.
"Darren, Darren," Anthony clicked, kneeling beside the big prawn. "What do you mean?"
With a growl of rage and frustration, he ripped off his own garments and tore them up. "I want to die," he clicked, rolling over and presenting his back to the other prawn.
"What the hell's going on out here?" Warren growled, sitting up on the spare mattress.
"Go back to sleep, Warren," Anthony commanded. "I'll deal with this." He dragged Darren's huge form outside, and sat him up against a wooden support.
"Tell me exactly what's wrong," he clicked.
"Kisa…. And Jack…"
"Yes, what of them?"
"They're…" he began making choking noises as he wept.
"Oh, for all's sake," Anthony growled in consternation. "Get over yourself long enough to tell me what they've done to you!"
Darren wilted even further, his limbs lying flat against the ground; Anthony saw a flash of dark pink bisecting Darren's pelvis. "I saw them, lying together," he whined. "She… she let him have her. Her body." He wiped at his eyes and a faint wail of sorrow gurgled past him.
"Oh."
His announcement came as something of a surprise for him; usually when they were together and playing, she'd ensure they'd wager for anything but breeding favors. He assumed she was keeping herself celibate for a reason; apparently she just wasn't in that mindset. Until tonight.
"Darren, Darren," Anthony chirped, leaning forward and giving the burly prawn a hug. "It's okay… everything's going to be okay…" He patted the other's back in reassurance.
Darren sniffled. "Come on," Anthony said, "Come inside. Sleep it off. Tomorrow's our last day of work for a few days, you'll be able to reconnect with her at that time."
"How can I, Anthony? After what they've done?"
"Maybe it's a meaningless coupling," Anthony mused. "Maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Perhaps they're both lonelier than you and I had thought, and have found a moment's comfort with… each other." He helped the bigger prawn stand up, and they disappeared inside the tent. Anthony laid Darren down on a makeshift cot that was three sizes too small for him and covered him up in an old blanket. The big prawn curled into a ball that just fit on the cot and started trembling.
"Just sleep, now," Anthony said softly. "You'll need your strength tomorrow. She'll need it." He patted Darren on the shoulder before retiring for the night, himself.
The silvery-white and midnight-black prawn finally finished with each other, leaving themselves breathless and utterly finished.
Jack moved to pull away but Kisa stopped him by grabbing his arm; instead, he laid down beside her, and she turned with him.
"Don't leave," she cooed. "I like the feeling of you… in me."
Jack grunted, reaching over and grabbing a handful of blanket & wrapping it around them both. She purred appreciatively and pushed back so they were in complete physical contact again. He eventually retracted his abused member, and they fell asleep in each other's arms…
