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Lewd Oneshot #2: Bill and Greweh's sexcellent adventure
🕑 Added 2018-10-27 18:06:30 +0000 UTCHappy Saturday, Patrons!
So, long long ago - like a month or so, which in horse time is like, 9 generations - /u/0570 said he was not here for the gay dogging. (Ref. Chapter 10 on /r/e/d/d/i/t)
And basically some gay users are like let us have this there are no gay pancakes in /HFY/ and I was like "that's bullshit" and so I accepted the challenge to do the thing.
So, since this challenge was started and accepted on reddit (and cause I need the publicity let’s be honest here) I’m going to create and release a super lewd story for the public (but of course, Patrons see it first). All future lewds will remain on Patreon unless there's some other extenuating circumstance, cause y'all are payin' for that privilege.
Again, thank you so much for your support. I'll get back to writing the chapters, per usual, but I wanted to get this off my plate.
As always, this lewd oneshot is not canonical (but maybe the relationship is, IDK), so no worries here. But the entire premise of this story is “what if the pod closed properly?”
Alternate titles: “I just want to be fucked in public by 14 werewolves”, “It’s just bros helping bros out”, “Now that’s what I call podracing!”
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“{Ok. Breathe, Greweh.}”
The [Human] lay down on the seat, far too small to effectively fill it - his naked form sinking into the multi-g rated foam to contour around his body. He was breathing heavily, and as Greweh undressed he tried to tell himself that he didn’t know why.
That was a lie. That look the [Human] was giving him was…
Greweh swallowed, hard. He was no [Human]-mater, sure, and even if he was he wouldn’t pack with one, but the gaze that [Bill] is piercing him with now made him seriously consider that and… other things.
Slowly he lowered himself into the pod, his weight pressing down on the [Human] - two small hands shot up to grip the fur on his chest, balled fists tugging at him slightly. He reached up with his forepaws once his hips rested on the [Human]’s thighs, placing a clawed hand on either side of his shoulders. He kneaded the foam absentmindedly and leaned forward, his eyes now staring deep into [Bill]’s.
They were so small, and yet, so beautiful. As Greweh moved forward the space between the [Human] and the Dorarizin closed - more than that, it seemed his eyes drew him in; they watched him in awe, in wonder - as if Greweh was [Bill]’s whole world. Absentmindedly Greweh reached up, feeling the [Human]’s fingers dig into his pectorals as he tapped a few keys on the pilot pod. With what seemed like the deafening hiss of hydraulics to Greweh’s overtaxed nerves the pod rapidly shut, closing them both into their own private universe.
The silence was only broken by their breathing. Greweh, slow but deep, and [Bill]…… his heart was racing, causing his breath to inhale and exhale in a staccato rhythm.
“{PILOT STARTUP COMMAND}” The pod chirped, causing both of them to jump.
“{Rescue setup. Calibrate multiple occupants. External indicators off.}”
“{COMMAND ACCEPTED. SCANNING OCCUPANTS.}” There was a sickly blue glow through the pod, and [Bill] pulled himself against Greweh - his free arm wrapping around the smaller [Human]’s back to provide some sort of comfort.
“{CALIBRATING. ADDITIONAL ATMOSPHERIC FLOW NECESSARY. ADDITIONAL ATMOSPHERIC SCRUBBING NECESSARY. TEMPERATURE REGULATED BETWEEN 8 and 12 DEGREES. MOOD REGULATION NECESSARY. WARNING: NON-DORARIZIN IN RESCUE-CALIBRATED PILOT POD. MOOD REGULATION CANCELED. CONTINUE CALIBRATING POD?}”
“{Yes.}” Greweh sighed. “{Provide translation matrix [Human] to Dorarizin. Continue Calibration.}”
“{[CALIBRATION CONTINUED]}” Boomed the Drone, and [Bill] tensed. “{[Jesus]!}”
“{[It’s ok, Bill. It’s going to be ok.]}” Greweh murmured and the drone parroted, the [Human] translation following just a half-second behind.
“{[Wh-what? Is… ok, so the drone is translating everything for us now?]}” Bill said, visibly relaxing.
“Yes. We should be alright. I’ve made sure to privacy lock the pilot’s pod, and there are no outside indicators - so if anyone comes looking for us they won’t know which one we’re in. We’ve got more than enough time…” Greweh trailed off, sharing a pointed look with Bill.
“I uh. Well. How…do we want to do this? I-”
“I was going to ask you the same thing, ah. How…I’ve never. I’ve um.”
“Wait.” Bill said, pulling back slightly. “You’ve never had sex?”
“N-no!” Greweh growled, fur bristling slightly. “I’ve had plenty! Lots of sex!”
Bill pursed his lips and, for his part, said nothing.
“I meant more, uh, with other males.” Greweh finished, looking away slightly.
“So. Let me get this straight: You…proposition me first-”
“ME? YOU were the one who wanted to mate right after the shower-”
“I. What?! No! I was asking you to hold me so I could get scented properly!” Bill said, poking Greweh in the chest to make his point. “YOU’RE the one who wanted to get me into this pod all to yourself!”
“I. I…” Greweh blinked, looking down at the Human. “Are you kidding me right now?”
The Human shifted underneath him, and at that moment Greweh realized exactly how intimate things were. Based on a simple miscommunication and a dash of desperation, Bill was currently resting naked underneath Greweh’s also naked body. His legs were already open, he was already vulnerable, and a small part of his brain had already entertained thoughts alien to him…
Unbidden, Greweh felt something inside of him stir.
Bill looked down at feeling something soft and fuzzy shift. “Wow. You’re packing grapefruits down there, aren’t ya.”
“Wh.” Greweh’s mouth said, as his brain had no ability to respond. “Ah.” He finally settled on, looking around the dimmed pod for something to mentally latch onto.
The only thing around him was the heat of the human and his scent, which was smelling less and less infantile and more and more…potent.
“God, I can’t believe I’m saying this to a fucking…space werewolf, but alright. Look.” Bill started, shifting slightly in his seat. “You’ve just come to a realization that, hey, maybe you’re not as straight as you thought, and that’s ok. Sexuality is a spectrum-”
“Bwhe.”
“-and people fall on that spectrum in many ways. Point being, you saw me naked and decided to not only strip down yourself, but to enclose us together in this pod and then give us privacy. That’s not the conscious actions of a super-straight individual. Also to answer your first question; oral sex with mouth-on-genetalia, or anal sex, with genetalia-penetrating-anus.”
Greweh blinked, and processed that information.
“S-scent, though-”
“Which I’m assuming you could’ve done just by taking your shirt off.”
Greweh leaned back against the pod, the screens cracking slightly in protest of his weight.
Bill stayed silent for a few moments, before continuing. “I also saw how you were looking at me-”
“ME?! What about the look YOU were giving?!” Greweh protested, furrowing his brow at his companion. “That was - that…”
Bill hugged himself. “Y-yeah, ok, so…maybe I kinda worked myself up too? I mean, It’s not that I haven’t thought about it before-”
Greweh sat there, stunned. “But… but I’m not even one of your species. Just, Wh-”
“Look it’s a whole human thing - we, uh. We’re always in season and always interested and it’s more about the mind than it is the body so yanno there are a couple on this station that I’d- LOOK.” Bill rambled, before stopping himself. “P-point is, you wanted this in some way. So. Here we are.”
“Yeah.”
The silence stretched on for a few moments, but it seemed like an eternity.
“{[MOOD REGULATION COMPOSITION DETERMINED. DISPENSING HORMONE REGULATOR.]}”
“WHAT.” The occupants of the pod said in unison, as a soft hissing permeated the cabin.
“Greweh-” Bill said, his tone rising. “What the fuck is that?”
“Pod: Explain Hormone Regulation.”
“{[COMMAND RECEIVED. POD AI HAS DETECTED ELEVATED STRESS LEVELS CONSISTENT WITH A GENERAL EMERGENCY SCENARIO. TO INCREASE PILOT EFFECTIVENESS, BROAD-SPECTRUM FEAR SUPPRESSANTS ARE BEING APPLIED IN ADDITION TO COGNITIVE ENHANCERS.]}”
“Pod: Cancel Regulator.”
“{[NEGATIVE. HORMONE REGULATOR DISPENSED. ERROR. CANNOT CANCEL COMPLETED COMMAND.]}”
“Pod: Explain effects of hormone regulator.” Greweh said, slight panic in his voice.
“{[HORMONE REGULATOR SUPPRESSES FEAR AND ENHANCES COGNITIVE ABI-]}”
“Oh Fuck off with that!” Bill roared, and with what seemed like a snippy “{[AFFIRMATIVE]}” the pod went silent.
Silence suffocated them like a wet blanket, the sound of each breath a small damnation in and of itself - both providing life and taking in more of the ‘medicine’, drawing them further and further away from their normal selves.
After a few minutes, Bill sniffed. “I uh. When does this stuff kick in? Is it safe for me?”
Greweh smiled sweetly, leaning forward to nuzzle Bill’s cheek. “I don’t know, I’m just the profitability engineer, remember? But I don’t think they’d put poison in this pod… that wouldn’t make any sense.” As if to prove his point, Greweh tilted his muzzle down and planted a firm lick on Bill’s forehead.
“Well. That answers that.” Bill murmured, his forehead tingling slightly as he wrapped his arms around Greweh’s neck. “You doin’ alright there, buddy?”
“Yes! I’m feeling pretty good - all that fear earlier was just, really silly. So who cares if I’m into both males and females? It’s no big deal.”
“Yeah. Well good for you, ya big doof.” Bill said, patting Greweh’s shoulder. “So with this realization y-”
“And who cares if I wanted to rut a human? It’s fine, you’re within mating-age, and you’re obviously interested.”
“I uh. Well-”
“And it doesn’t matter that I’ve been fantasizing about the noises that you’d make-”
“Woah! Woah, uh, ok, whew.” Bill coughed, blushing furiously. “Let’s uh… look, I don’t want to do this if you’re not in your right mind-”
“But I am! I’m just not as concerned as before! I’ve not lost cognitive function, just inhibition.”
Bill stared long and hard into Greweh’s eyes, studying his face. Every race had their tell, and as such Bill was looking for anything off. Other than the dopey smile and soulful purple-grey irises staring back at him, Greweh was just as normal as he’d always been.
What was not normal was a growing heat Bill could feel resting on his thighs, slowly making it’s way up his crotch. He spared a glance down - and ended up staring, slack-jawed. Whatever was in that hormone spray had finally and truly removed all the inhibitions in Greweh’s mind, and his body had taken up the call; a cock the size and length of his forearm rested on Bill’s body. He unashamedly studied Greweh’s cock, for calling it anything else wouldn’t do it justice: It was hard, almost unyieldingly rigid, and the base, shaft and head were covered in ridges and bumps. As Bill stared at it, he noticed them move - Greweh apparently had physical control over where, when and how large his ridges appeared, and in an almost teasing way he kept Bill’s attention.
“…As I was saying,” Greweh suddenly said, muzzle close to Bill’s ear. “You’re obviously interested.”
“I uh. Can I um. Touch it?”
Greweh answered by nipping Bill’s neck, causing him to squirm slightly - his hands trailed down Greweh’s admittedly tough body to the lewd member resting atop him. He gripped it lightly, but suddenly, and felt it throb in his hands. Without moving his grip, the beads - he had no idea what they actually were or what to call them - rippled under his grip. As he slowly explored, he noticed that his hands were slippery with the Dorarizin answer to precum - and Greweh was a producer, to put it mildly.
“Holy shit.”
Greweh’s tongue continued to bathe Bill’s neck and shoulders - wherever it went, his skin started to tingle with an electric fire. He had long since risen to the occasion as well, and the intimacy of the pod wasn’t helping Bill to put the brakes on anything.
“I…ok. Ok. Slowly, though, it’s been a while for-oh God.” As Bill finally caved into his desires, Greweh’s cockhead flexed, the pyramidal head expanding like a mushroom while it’s urethral opening lewdly opened and closed. Bill scooted himself back as Greweh, continuing to lick and nibble his chest and shoulders, wrapped his arms firmly around Bill’s waist. Effortlessly, Bill felt himself being lifted up again, the heat that rested on his thighs moving to rest underneath him. Greweh’s cock spread his asscheeks open, a wet heat sliding lewdly against him.
Greweh whined, softly, as he bucked his hips forward, rocking Bill’s body but missing his intended target.
“Nnnh - wh. Whew. Ok, uh-”
Greweh growled, planting frantic licks along Bill’s chest - as if he was searching for what was stopping him from penetrating properly. Bill reached up, gripping Greweh’s muzzle with both hands, forcing him to make eye contact.
“Slow. Down. Ok?”
Greweh nodded, ears perked forward.
“…I’m going to regret doing this with no warmup, but…fuck it.” Bill murmured to himself, reaching down behind him to grip Greweh’s cock. He rolled his hips and positioned his new lover properly, pressing his cockhead against his asshole. “Now I need y-UUUGHOOOD.”
Greweh was doing his best, really, but Bill was just so hot and smelled so good and he had such a need - and it’s not like there was much resistance as his slick cock pushed inside the smaller Human, burying himself a few inches deep in his initial tentative thrust.
Bill squirmed as he was being impaled - a rod of liquid heat stirred his insides, and he didn’t know, or care, what was causing the electric fire to spread. Letting out a wordless groan Bill reached forward, gripping Greweh’s neck tightly, ignoring the placating kisses he was receiving and focused on adjusting.
He only got a few moments to ready himself before Greweh pushed forward again, and Bill cried out. “FUCK! STOP! S-STOP!”
Greweh growled, but stopped pushing forward. He wrapped his arms tighter around his small lover, feeling him breathe heavily - his heartbeat rushing at a mile a minute. For a little while they lay there, bound together, Bill making small adjustments and Greweh holding back his baser instincts.
It didn’t last too long. With a low rumble of a growl Greweh began to move himself, his spines rippling inside Bill - much to his apparent delight. Greweh explored the Human, beads rolling around his thick shaft, pressing and kneading the flesh around it.
“Y-you sonofabitchhhh~” Bill hissed, his balled fists tugging at Greweh’s fur. “F-fine, F-Aah!”
Greweh slowly pulled out almost completely, his cocktip the only thing still buried inside Bill. The sudden emptiness made Bill shudder, and with another cry he was filled again - all the while Greweh continued to ripple himself, enjoying the feel of Bill’s yielding flesh. Greweh built up a steady tempo, never fully hilting but never pulling completely out. He inhaled deeply as he felt Bill shudder and cry against him, his entire body tremoring and tensing for a few moments as pleasure washed over him.
Greweh smiled internally, because he was right: Bill was making the cutest noises.
“GGghhh, FUCK, Stop fucking me through my orgasm you piece of shi-AHN!”
Greweh nipped at Bill’s neck, diverting his attention to allow him to thrust in peace. The pod rocked slightly as Greweh thrust forward, ignoring the ever-weakening protests of his lover, drinking in his scent, his heat, his taste. Bill was rolling his hips - whether that was intentional or a byproduct of another orgasm wracking his body Greweh didn’t know, and didn’t care. His new human lover - and he was proud to give that title, now - was responding in all the right ways to make Greweh feel like a sex god. As he rocked the pod, Greweh tightened his hold on Bill; both to prevent injury, but also because he was getting close. He was getting close, and he didn’t-
Bill must have noticed the change, as Greweh felt a weak tug on his cheek. He reared back slightly to look Bill face-to-face; the Human, hair a tangled mess, face flushed, brow broken with sweat - but a lopsided grin and sparkling eyes.
“Go ahead…give it to me.”
That line, that look - it was enough. Unbidden, the human pushed Greweh suddenly and violently over the edge: with a deafening roar of triumph Greweh emptied himself into Bill, a wet heat spreading to touch his core. Bill moaned as he felt the first flood pour into him, a second rush hotly coating his insides. “Oooh FUCK that’s a lot-” Bill groaned, a third rush of heat intermingling and getting lost in the sensation— Bill melted into himself, and let a wave of pleasure cascade over him again.
The two of them lay there, in their metal cocoon, for some time as Greweh came down off of his orgasm - his body shuddering as his essence was spent. Panting heavily, Greweh looked down at his lover again, being rewarded with a small kiss on his lips.
He returned it, and let the fire inside his heart grow.
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Outside the pod, on the monitor hookup, Sgt. Rauleh-of-Ngraren stared slack-jawed at what she just witnessed.
She wasn’t alone; nearly half the entire station had poured into the drone bay looking for [Bill], and it was only a concerted effort to distract and placate them that the unruly mob had turned into a more disorderly gathering.
That all went out the window once one of the pods started to shake, and all complaints certainly disappeared when one of [Bill]’s denmates connected the internal camera network to a monitor hookup.
“{By the pale moon humans are lewd.}”
“{Seriously though, how did he fit-}”
“{Aww hell yeah gay guys are hot-}”
“{Shutup Zrefren you’re a double-standard-pervert-}”
“{I feel funny now}”
With a click of her teeth and a furious blush across her face, Rauleh finally remembered herself.
“{By the first pack I did not need this new fetish today.}” she murmured, mostly to herself, and was dismayed to hear a few of her crewmates agree.
Comments
JackBeNimble
Holy sweet potatoes, I seriously want more of this!!
Foxwolf Firebane
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Tinyprancinghorse
benis
Tinyprancinghorse
[intenseness intensifies]
SourMonkey
This was pretty intense!
Docbonzai
This makes my pp the big pp
Sage Cartwright
While not my normal cup of tea it's good tea none the less.
Tinyprancinghorse
boner but also laughing. The best feel.
Tinyprancinghorse
Always, fam, always. <3 New lewd storyvote will be coming up soonish too!
ixi
Literally became a patron earlier today and was almost immediately awarded with THIS incredible space werewolf glory of lewdness. As someone who is definitely always here for the gay dogging, thank you from the bottom of my pervy little heart <3
Sage Cartwright
I am beyond amused. Keep it up these are awesome.
