Happy Valentines Day! Here is some smeet time and Tallest sexy time!
The resting place for Maroon Red designed arrived much sooner than Red expected it to. In fact, for it to arrive in the time it did the tech crew would have had to stop all current projects and immediately start construction. Not that Red minded, after all it was a request from them and they were the Tallest and the most important Irkens on the Massive.
Red turned on the hover function and the egg-shaped pod rose off the ground to hip level. The clear visor encasing the pod opened to a soft plush inside. Red checked to make sure the air vents were working properly and that the monitoring sensors were on. Opening his PAK a wire slipped out and attached to the pod. He quickly downloaded the monitoring program that would allow his PAK to keep track of the sounds, motions, and vitals of whatever was scanned inside.
"Let's try it out," Red said stepping aside so Purple could place Maroon inside. The smeet had plenty of room to flail around but the shape of the cushions inside kept him from rolling around too much. Immediately his PAK began processing the data from the pod, informing him that the smeet was awake, had stable vitals, and was making soft chirping noises. Purple plugged his PAK into the pod to download the same program.
"It will run as a background program, so if anything changes it will send us an alert if we aren't paying attention to it," Red explained. "And look, it has the newest and most advanced hovering ability," he said placing his hand on the pod and gently maneuvering it around. Purple nodded his approval, it was hard to hold Maroon with their Tallest armor on their hands. This would be much easier.
Red watched as Purple inspected the pod, then nodded one last time, "I like it," he said and Red breathed a sigh of relief. Purple was pretty opinionated about aesthetics. Maroon made a happy, but gurgled sound as he discovered he could chew on his own hand.
"Stop that," Purple chided and with one finger pulled his little fist out of his mouth.
The little smeet frowned in confusion at his fist being held out of reach from his mouth. Then those big, but still little, eyes trailed up the finger and the attached arm until they found Purple's face. Upon seeing that Purple was the one preventing him from chewing on his hand, his little cheeks puffed up indignantly. Red snickered as the smeet, keeping his eyes on Purple, defiantly popped his other fist into his mouth.
Purple's eyes widened in shock. No one. No one. Had ever defied him so openly. However, he couldn't take his anger out on his little smeet, so he turned to Red who was openly laughing at him. "What?" Purple snapped at him as he used his other finger to push the other fist out of Maroon's mouth, earning him a grumpy pout from the smeet.
"He's like a tiny you!" Red wheezed then completely lost it when Purple made the exact same face at him as the smeet was doing to Purple. The best part was the Purple wasn't even realizing he was doing it.
Scowling once more at Red, who had collapsed onto the couch in a fit of laughter, Purple regarded the grumpy smeet now on the verge of tears. Purple sighed and moved his hand away so the smeet could put his fist back into his mouth. "It's a good thing you don't have teeth or you'd hurt yourself. Stupid little smeet," Purple mumbled the last affectionately and poked at the bottom of the smeet's feet. The smeet kicked back in retaliation and Purple couldn't stop the grin from forming. "Spunky, little smeet," he said softly. "I know another Irken just like you."
Red finally got his laughter under control and joined Purple in watching their smeet. They were silent a moment, content with just observing the newest Irken on the Massive.
"It's amazing isn't it?" Red mused.
"What? That he can stick both hands into his mouth? Not really, his hands are pretty small," Purple quirked one antennae at Red's comment.
"No, not that," Red waved his fingers in the air as if to wave away Purple's answer. "The fact that he exists at all, that we made him."
"We?" Purple repeated with an unimpressed sound. "My body's the one that did all the growing. I did all the work, you just supplied the material to make him."
"Oh yeah?" Red challenged. "Well you'd probably still be hiding in your closet if it hadn't been for all the planning and work I did. If it wasn't for all my hard work we never would have become mates."
Purple pressed his lips together trying to come up with a counter argument, but was having difficulty doing so. Red saw this and grinned, leaning close to press their union marks together and touch antennae.
Purple's antennae remained still for a brief moment before giving in and rubbing back. "We're even then," Purple mumbled.
"We're equally matched," Red said as he hooked a finger into the top of Purple's Tallest robes. "In most areas."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Purple scowled at him, though he didn't pull away or stop Red from tugging at his robes.
"It means," Red said repressing a shiver as their antennae continued to slide together. "That I can make you lose control first."
"That's not how I remember it," Purple said his tongue darting out to lick along Red's lips. "I remember that you are the first one to lose control."
Feeling his organ stirring for the first time in what felt like forever, Red grinned. "Looks like this won't be settled with words alone."
"If you challenge me you're going to lose," Purple said, his scent spiking and filling the air.
"Oh, I don't think so," Red said leaned forward to taste more of his mate, a taste he had been craving, when a loud obnoxious alarm sounded through their room.
The sound startled the smeet into crying, not liking the loud harsh sound against his sensitive antennae. Not even his favorite Large One's voice speaking soothingly into his antennae while holding him made the noise less upsetting.
"Deal with it, Red!" Purple shouted over the alarm as he tried to sooth his upset smeet.
Red slammed his fist onto the control panel on the wall. The alarm blissfully stopped as the communicator screen dropped down. "This had better be important," Red snapped at the Irken on the screen.
"My Tallest, sirs," the navigator drone bowed his head and wiggled his antennae respectfully if quickly, adding to the image that there might be a good reason for the Massive's bridge to contact them through the emergency alert system. "The planet jackers' army has assembled in front of the armada. After firing a few shots to gain our attention, damaging two flag ships, they hailed us wishing an immediate audience with you."
Red scowled at the screen. It wasn't completely unusual for them to fire to gain their attention, but usually they fired shots at the Massive. With the latest upgrades in shielding technology, the shots were nothing more than a tap on the shoulder. That they had fired and actually done damage could be cause for concern.
"And what do they want?" Red asked.
"An immediate revision of the Planet Jacker and Irken treaty," the navigator said nervously.
"Fine," Red said. "We'll be there shortly," he said then ended the call and turned to Purple. "They must have some new advantage to become so bold as to attack us. We need to hear what they have to say. Going to war with them right now when the smeeteries are down and we're still in a state of race-wide emergency is risky. Especially with the Resisty gaining hold in some areas of the Universe."
Purple nodded. "We can't show them any weakness. If their demands are reasonable we can make it sound like our idea to update the treaty. Worst case we can bide some time to come up with a plan by requesting a formal revision meeting, which would give us a few days at least."
"Sounds good," Red nodded. "Let's go."
It only took a few minutes for them to arrive at the bridge. The two Tallest sat in their commanding chairs. Red waved a command for the navigator drones to establish the connection with the planet jackers. The Tallest were the picture of authority and tallness. The only difference this day was the small smeet on Tallest Purple's lap.
The smeet made happy sounds. Walking around had been great fun! There were lots of bright and colorful things to look at and being moved around was fun. Now in this new room with lots of blinking lights and shiny things to look at, it was also fun. The smeet could sense the presence of others, but they weren't crowding around like before and he was being held high above them, way out of reach, and in the comforting lap of a Large One. So this time when he saw the others looking at him he happily flailed at them. Some of them event flailed back! Though they weren't that good at it, and only moved their hands a little. To show them how it was done, he flailed with more intensity.
"Ah, we were waiting a long time, Irkens," a new voice spoke. The little smeet knowing nothing about languages could not understand what the voice meant, but the tone was new and unfamiliar so it held his attention.
"We're the Almighty Tallest, you'll wait as long as we want you to," the Large One next to him said.
"You'd better have a good reason for calling for our attention. We're feeling generous today, so we'll listen to whatever pathetic thing it is that you want," the Large One holding him said. The little smeet could tell that the Large One was not happy. His voice was mad. He must not like the new voice. So that meant he wouldn't like the new voice either. Looking up, he saw the Large One scowl, so he made a mad face too. That would show the voice!
"Ha ha, so arrogant. It is very Irken of you. Being that you are Irken it makes sense. However, we have information. Good information. You should not be so Irken right now. It would be bad if we were to attack, yes? However, we are also feeling generous and if you adjust the treaty we will leave."
"And if this 'good' information you have is correct what kind of things would you want?" the other Large One said. He didn't sound happy either. So the little smeet scowled harder.
"We want fifteen percent of your pre-marked planets. Finding new ones is hard. They are further away and take too long. We want more planets now. Much less work."
"And what kind of information do you have that would make us agree to such absurd terms?" the Large One holding him said. He still sounded very angry. Maybe scowling wasn't enough?
"Ha ha, yes. Good information. We know that you are not advancing. Irkens always advance. We know you are low on a particular resource. We know that resource is more Irkens. Can't conquer with less army. You give us planets, you have less to watch over. Less places to put soldiers. We both win, eh?"
"Where did you hear such stupid information? We have plenty of soldiers. We are currently creating a new batch of super superior smeets made from the best of Irken DNA. Look, the most superior of all those new smeets is here," the Large One holding him picked him up and the little smeet's attention was drawn to the bright screen in front of him. "He is made from pure Tallest DNA. If we were short on Irkens I wouldn't have a smeet right here."
"That? That tiny little thing is your greatest new soldier? It looks pathetic. I could crush it between my fingers. HA! And look at it, it has stupidly large eyes. Such a pathetic looking thing."
The entire bridge was dead silent except for the continued laugh of the planet jacker. The little smeet felt the unhappiness in the air. The Large One was holding him up to the voice. The voice that the Large Ones didn't like. The Large Ones were making mad faces so he did too, but maybe it wasn't enough? The Large Ones also made mad sounds. He would make mad sounds too!
Purple froze, fury vibrating through his PAK at such intensity it was rendering him immobile. What horrible punishment would be fitting to these pathetic creatures that DARED insult his smeet?
Red was also filled with fury, echoing the mood of every Irken on the bridge. They all glared at the screen. The Tallest's new smeet was amazing. How dare another inferior race insult him?
In the rage-filled silence, the little smeet stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry at the screen.
The sound was the nudge Purple needed, the sound inspired him. Looking over he saw a navigator with his hand hovering over the same button Purple was about to order him to call up. The navigator looked over at Purple and Purple nodded.
The planet jacker was still laughing when inside his ship all kinds of alarms began to sound. "What? What is this—No! No, you can't! We have a trea—" the rest of what he was going to say was cut off as a blinding light filled the screen before going blank.
On the navigation screen the planet jacker army's flag ship was gone along with every ship behind it, creating a large rift in their army. The navigation drone that pushed the button breathed a sigh of relief. That weapon was still in development and there had been a good chance that they could have blown themselves up. However, if they were to be attacked that last shot depleted most of their ship's firepower and they wouldn't be able to fire again for an hour. It was really a last option weapon, not a starting one.
It took Red and the rest of the Irkens in the bridge a moment to realize what had just happened. A cold unsettling feeling crept into Red's chest. If one of the smallers had acted on impulse, like he suspected, they were going to have to do a lot of damage control to fix this.
Red turned to Purple expecting him to be equally shocked, but with a horrible revelation Red saw that Purple had a smug look of satisfaction. "Hail, the planet jacker's next in command," Purple said easing back into his chair, as he held his smeet back in his lap.
"Ah, T-Tallest," the planet jacker on screen stuttered nervously. "I—we—"
Purple held up his hand to stop the planet jacker from speaking. "Now that the consequences have been dealt for that outlandish insult. I believe we were discussing treaty negotiations," Purple said calmly, though the smile on his face was anything but pleasant. The planet jacker on screen swallowed nervously. "Fifteen percent, correct? Yes, I think that will do nicely. You will give fifteen percent of your marked planets over to Irken control. If this is done in a timely manner, let's say seven days, then we won't feel the need to contact your people for a second re-negotiation. Are we in agreement?"
The planet jacker who just saw the head flagship of the planet jacker armada and almost every high official along with it, obliterated by a new and unknown super weapon stumbled over himself to give a reply. "Y-yes! Good, we, yes, good deal. We will go now."
Purple nodded. "Oh, and Commander?" Purple addressed the recently promoted planet jacker. The new leader paused nervously. "It would do well for your people to remember that to insult my smeet is to insult me."
The planet jacker's eyes widened as what had just happened sunk in. Of course they had all seen the exchange between their previous leader and the Tallest on their communicators. They'd seen the tiny Irken and laughed along with their leader at how small it was. Now, however, they realized how big the mistake was they had made. Their informant had been completely wrong. The armada hadn't stopped moving forward because it was low on soldiers. It had stopped because the Tallest had been reproducing.
This was new and terrifying information. Irken were clones, controlled by the PAKs on their backs. They followed orders and did exactly as the computers hooked up to their brains demanded. However, if the Irkens were dabbling in natural reproduction it meant that there were going to be a slew of unrestrained and independent Irkens running around soon. Irkens were already known for being volatile and unstable, and that was with the control of their PAKs telling them what to do.
Insulting the spawn of the Tallest was indeed the stupidest thing their previous commander could have done. Irkens, it seemed, were like many other territorial species and were very protective of their natural spawn. Feeling lucky to be alive the new planet jacker leader nodded and quickly cut communications. Within minutes their army was gone and he was quickly spreading the word among his informants of this new and terrifying development.
Once the screen went blank and the ships on the screen flew away the Irkens on the bridge breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't loose their tension until the Tallest wordlessly left. The reason they had been called down had been dealt with and in all honesty every Irken was terrified to say anything, not sure if Tallest Purple's rage had subsided. Usually Tallest Red spoke with and had the most interactions with foreign species and did all the negotiations, Tallest Purple would back him up but he wouldn't be the main negotiator. It wasn't something other species could have realized, but to the other Irkens in the room such subtle shifts in leadership were clear to them. They all knew Tallest Purple did a lot of behind the scene work and, as most of their assumptions were confirmed, there was a good reason for it.
Every Irken knew to never anger Tallest Purple. To gain Tallest Purple ire was to gain a death sentence. Tallest Red could be reasoned with or bribed under the right circumstances to lessen his anger. Tallest Purple was stubborn and ruthless. The only Irken that could ever reason with or change Tallest Purple's mind was Tallest Red. While it was awe inspiring being around Tallest Purple when he was angry, it was also terrifying. Tallest Purple was also known for not being selective on who he took his anger out on, which is why it made sense that Tallest Red took the lead in foreign relations.
Today was a perfect example of why Tallest Purple usually stayed passive and distracted during such meetings. The Irkens on the bridge shared a collective moment of understanding among them. They were all glad to have survived that interaction, and next time they would make sure to have the bridge well stocked with donuts. The planet jackers had come so unexpectedly that they hadn't thought to make snacks. Next time they would make sure to have donuts brought up. While they all admired their ruthless leader, he was too terrifying to be around when he was like that. Their little squeedlyspooches wouldn't be able to handle the stress if Tallest Purple became more active in such talks.
Since the call to the bridge had been an emergency and they weren't on active duty yet, the Tallest went back to their chambers. All the excitement had worn out little Maroon and being carried around had lulled him into a light slumber. Seeing that his smeet was tired, Purple figured he would be more comfortable in the pod. The moment Purple set him down, Red stepped in rather quickly and activated the hover function then gently guided the pod into his room.
The hasty manner in which Red moved the smeet made Purple quirk an antenna, but he figured Red just wanted to test out the pod and its monitoring features. In the background functioning of his PAK Purple sensed the pod programming turn on. Since it picked up nothing but rhythmic breathing, Purple barely noticed the program.
Looking around, Purple saw his reader on the couch. He probably had some work to catch up on. As he leaned over to pick up the reader two unarmored hands slipped around his middle. He felt Red's breath on the back of his neck, but before he could say anything he caught Red's scent.
The sudden intensity of it was so powerful it overwhelmed his senses and staggered him. Reaching out he braced himself by grabbing the back of the couch. Red didn't skip a beat as one hand slipped under his robes to rub him through his under clothes. Red's other hand slipped under Purple's armor, seeking the emergency release mechanism. This led Purple to realize that Red had already taken his chest armor off and only wore the ringed abdomen protector and his robes.
While his hands worked, Red made use to his mouth to taste and nip at Purple's neck, his antennae feverishly rubbing against his own. Purple's body responded in kind so quickly that his legs trembled. He hadn't felt anything so intense in a long time. It was just like the beginning of his smeeting when his body was craving sugar.
It took a few tries, but Purple finally found his voice, "Red, what…?" Purple managed.
"Pur," Red purred his name, his voice raspy and thick with need. "You… you're amazing," Red breathed along his neck. With a snap Purple's chest armor unlatched and with one hand Red grabbed it and threw it to one side. Now that the bulky armor was out of the way, Red grabbed Purple's shoulder and turned him so he could properly taste his mate. Red moved the hand stroking Purple around to the back, his fingers just long enough that he could still stimulate his mate from behind. His free hand worked at the side latch of his ringed armor. Purple's gauntlets prevented him from get a good hold on Red's face, so he settled for sliding his fingers over Red's antennae, earning a low needy moan that he felt through their lip lock.
"Yes," Red hissed and nipped his mate's neck, biting a little harder than before knowing that Purple liked it. Purple's fingers twirled around Red's antennae encouragingly. "You…" Red spoke inbetween nips, needing Purple to know what he had done to him. "You're ruthless…" lick, bite. "…No mercy…" nibble "…dominating…the perfect Irken…" Red pulled back to stare into want-filled eyes, "…Mine…and I'm yours." Red brought their mouths together, their tongues intertwined and Red moaned at the way Purple wrapped around his own tongue and thrust into his mouth. Purple's hands grabbed at him, and Purple fought for control of their tasting with his tongue, however Red didn't fight back. He let Purple have control.
Purple made an irritated clicking noise with his tongue as he pulled back. With a moment of clarity he looked around then pinned Red with a heated gaze. "Nest. Now."
Red swallowed and his antennae vibrated in excitement. His mating organ squirmed and was already coming out. Yes. Yes. Yesyesyesyesyes. This was what he wanted, what he needed, Purple—his mate—completely dominating. Purple at his best, in control and unyielding, and his. This was his Purple. Only he could make Purple like this. What happened on the bridge that was just a taste, a taste of what Purple could be like. And Red was so hungry, hungry for this Purple. He missed it. He needed it. He wanted Purple, but more importantly he wanted Purple to ruthlessly want him.
Red stripped as he hastily made his way into Purple's room—their room—and into their nest. Glancing back he saw Purple following suit, discarding items as he followed after Red. His eyes were dark and on the battlefield they would have driven terror into his enemies, but to Red it made his spooch squeeze and his organ squirm. He crawled into their nest and scooted into the middle so he could watch Purple climb in.
Purple stepped in and stood at the edge of their nest. He paused as he studied Red. Seeing Red so eager and submissive sent chills down his spine. He liked it. He wanted more. It was time for a little revenge. Silently Purple opened his PAK and let his four PAK legs out, pointing them threateningly towards Red.
Red's face flushed more with blue and his gaze grew darker with need.
"Red," Purple said sweetly, his voice countering his aggressive stance. "Do you still have those PAK extensions?"
"Y-Yeah," he said and opened his PAK to bring out his PAK legs with the extensions attached. He began to move closer but Purple put up a hand to stop him and he paused obediently, sending another thrill along Purple's spine.
"Take them off and give them to me," Purple ordered.
Red frowned, but obeyed, "I wasn't going to use them now," he said thinking that Purple wanted to get rid of them so Red couldn't fight back with them.
Purple took the extensions he wanted, the one most resembling a male organ and the one with the soft flexible bristles on the tip, the others he stored away in his PAK. He attached the non-bristled one to his PAK tendril and was surprised at how much he could control the movement, it was just like his own male organ. No wonder Red could make him lose his focus so easily with it. Well, now it was his turn. Red didn't have another opening to use it in, but Purple had an idea.
"Are you," Red swallowed hard as his scent grew thick. "Going to use it yourself?"
The suggestion startled Purple and the image popped unbiddenly into his head. He could give himself his own feel good feelings, right up to the point of release all while Red watched him. The image brought a deep blue flush to his face. Maybe another time.
"No, I'm going to use it on you," Purple said causing Red to frown in confusion. Purple used that moment to pounce on Red, pinning down his arms and legs with his PAK legs. Sitting on Red's abdomen Purple leaned over to taste his mate. Red eagerly twisted his tongue around Purple's as their antennae rubbed together. Purple's fingers trailed over Red's body teasing the skin.
After a while Purple pulled back, he was very aware of their male organs fully out in the air, both wanting to wrap around each other. However, Purple pulled back. If he did that now he wouldn't get his revenge on Red. Instead he brought the PAK extension down for Red's organ to twist around. Red put his head back on the bed and made pleased sounds as Purple expertly moved the extension to stimulate Red's organ by rubbing and twisting back. While Red was distracted by the good feelings Purple grinned as he brought out the other extension, the one with the bristled end.
"You're going to like this," Purple promised.
Red might not have another opening to use for mating, but Purple knew there was a little room around the base of the male organ, near the parted skin. He trailed the bristled end along the length of Red's organ and Red's head snapped up, surprised at the added touch. His face was flushed with blue and Purple could tell his body's sensations were making it difficult for him to focus.
"Irk, Purple," Red swore as pleasure rippled through him.
Well, Purple planed on making Red completely submissive. Unable to do anything but submit to the feelings Purple was giving him. Purple ran the bristles along the base of Red's organ and Red moaned. Since the extensions were connected directly to his PAK, Purple didn't really need to look to know what he was doing so he scooted up to watch Red's face and to run his fingers along Red's twitching antennae.
Pleasure clouded Red's vision as he panted and twitched while the feelings combined in his body. Carefully Purple moved the bristles to the lower base of Red's organ where there was a little more room then he slipped them under the skin, stimulating the sensitive skin and the previously untouched base of Red's organ. Red's hips jerked at the invasive movement, but two more PAK tendrils came out of Purple's PAK to press down on Red's hips holding him in place.
"Irk!" Red swore with a low pleasure filled moan. "Hah…Pur, it's too…much."
"Oh?" Purple said feigning innocence. "I'll lessen the stimulation then," he said and pulled away the extension wrapped around Red's organ. Red hissed in disappointment at the lack of the needed touch, which just made him focus on how odd and stimulating the second extension was.
He was so close to his release that it was driving him mad. The extension at the base of his organ was keeping him stimulated but it was lacking that final push. He needed the tip touched. He wanted it squeezed, but not by the extension, by Purple. He wanted Purple. He wanted to mate.
"Pur, mate with me," Red said, looking up at his mate's glazed eyes. He knew Purple was enjoying this too, he could see his male organ wiggling around and he could taste Purple's scent in the air.
Purple trailed one finger along the length of Red's antennae. Red shivered, but it still wasn't enough.
"If you beg."
"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease," Red said rapidly, having no qualms about pleading in front of his beautiful and perfect and dominating mate. His reward was the all-too-pleased grin on Purple's face as he removed the extension.
There was a moment where nothing was touching him and Red wasn't sure if this was worse, until he felt Purple shift and straddle him. Slowly, Purple lowered himself down and they both let out moans. Relishing in the long-a-waited feeling of mating, Red's organ wiggled against Purple's insides and twisted further in until he felt the very end of Purple's insides begin to move and loosen.
Red's arms were still pinned down, and though pleasure was overriding most of his rational thoughts he still remembered that Purple had another organ that should be stimulated as well. Red lifted his head and almost released. Purple was using the extension to rub his own male organ as he shifted and grinded against Red, gaining the pleasure he needed for his internal organ. He wouldn't even let Red move his arms, not even to stimulate his male organ.
For a brief moment Red was disappointed, until he looked up into his mate's eyes and saw the evil glint to them. Purple knew exactly what he was doing. Complete domination. What Red could never achieve with Purple, at those last moments Purple always gained back some control. Red wasn't surprised to find that he was fine with this, that it made the feelings more intense. He was Purple's. Completely.
Seeing that Red wasn't fighting back, Purple rewarded him by stroking his antennae and making Red grind his hips up harder. Purple was so close to release, he had the extension twist around the tip of his organ a little harder making his male organ release first. As that pleasure washed over him, he felt Red's organ move in that list bit farther and it triggered his internal organ into a final release. The sensations overpowered his senses so all he could feel were the feel-good pleasure feelings. He was dimly aware of Red releasing as well and when the sensations subsided Purple withdrew his PAK legs and collapsed down on top of Red.
Lazily, Red draped his arms over Purple's back. Happy to hold his mate close to him.
"What triggered all this again?" Purple asked with a muffled voice after a few moments of nothing but their breathing filling the air. The scent of their mating still lingered but was quickly fading.
Before he answered Red shivered and shifted uncomfortably as their organs retreated back into their bodies. "It's your fault," Red said shifted so Purple could slide next to him. "Warn me next time you plan on blowing up half an army. I want to make sure we have time to deal with the, ah, after effects." Red chuckled. "When you get that evil look on your face, it makes me want you uncontrollably."
"Really?" Purple propped himself up to look down at Red, a small pleased smile on his lips.
"Mmh hmm," Red nodded, looking up at his mate feeling content and highly satisfied.
"Oh," Purple commented and looked away thoughtfully, a light blue flush on his cheeks.
In the back of their minds a PAK alert went off informing them of movement and consciousness coming from the pod. Their smeet was awake. Purple looked down at himself as he sat up. "I'm going to use some cleansing chalk, then take Maroon into the common space and feed him again. I think he's going to be hungry."
"Do you mind if I use your gel bath and join you after?" Red asked still feeling too lazy to move.
Purple nodded. "That's fine," he said and crawled out from the nest. Red heard him rummage around in a drawer for a cleansing chalk. A few minutes late he was clean and had just put on his black under clothes as their PAKs alerted them that their smeet was started to fuss. Seeing that Red hadn't moved from his spot in their nest, Purple poked his head in.
"Hey, Red," Purple called not sure if Red had gone into a sleep cycle or not. To answer his question Red lifted his head to look at him. Seeing his mate naked and still basking in the contentment from their mating made Purple want to tease him just a little.
"You know the planets that we're going to get from the planet jackers?"
"Yeah?" Red said his gaze darkening slightly just thinking about it.
"I know what I want to do with them," Purple began and when he had Red's inquisitive attention he grinned evilly. "Let's blow them up." Red's face flushed blue as Purple picked up on his spiked scent. Purple's grin widened. "I'm going to the smeet now."
Red groaned as he felt his organ stir again. "Pur, you can't do this," he whined.
"I thought you liked it when I'm evil," Purple mock pouted, jutting out his lip.
"Not to me!" Red said and it didn't help anything that Purple's response was to grin before slipping out of the room. Red heard him laugh as he left. With a sigh Red flopped back down. Cheeky. Red grinned to himself and did his best to ignore the slight wiggling he felt internally. Eventually it would calm down and he could go take a bath. Eventually.
Hello! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Don't forget to message me on tumblr with any requests you have for smeet moments: first tooth, first word, getting lost on the Massive etc... I think two more chapter might wrap this story up. tumblr blog/breeding-project-ask
ALSO I am going to write a sequel to this story that I will post here as I post more about Maroon and the Tallest on tumblr. The next story will be called The Hybrid Project ;) hint hint
