Aster smiled sweetly to the elderly jabi couple as they circled around her and away from the end of the buffet table. The older one—judging from the wrinkled skin draped over its smooth skull—had only three legs remaining and scar tissue where the other two legs would have sprouted from its squat, muscular body. A low-powered gravity sled whined as the jabi used it as a walker, holding its mate with two hands and the plates of food with two others. Like their legs, they have five evenly spaced out along their waist. Short, stubby arms that ended in a claw and a short tentacle they used as a thumb.
The jabi were a military species, at least until the rest of the galaxy forcibly reminded them to play well with others. The aggressive race wasn't inclined to listen, but a thousand-strong fleet of flag ships and cruisers surrounding their home planet brought about a reluctant peace.
Soon after, the jabi decided they liked the idea of not dying in battle or spending their entire lives in training. Now, they traveled around the galaxy spending the stolen wealth from centuries of conquest.
She saw a lot of them on the pleasure flights.
Aster took a deep breath and took in the cloying smell of fresh earth with a hint of acid that always followed after them. She knew that it wasn't ground or soil that made the smell, but a bacteria that didn't sit well with her and caused a rash in uncomfortable places.
Ginnie: Anyone have dibs on the jabi?
Lyman: You actually gonna fuck them?
Lyman tipped Ginnie 0.01000 PERV.
Ginnie: Hell no, but they have no idea how many credits they have and they just keep hitting me with tips. Those guys are loaded!
Lyman: Then, give me my money back, Bitch.
Ginnie: You gave it, not my fault you assumed somehow I turned into a whore.
Lyman: Bitch.
Ginnie: Slut. Excuse me, poor slut. Hold on, those quaints are staring at me again, I'm going to around and see how generous the jabi feel.
Aster fought the smile from showing. Ginnie was exactly what she said she was, a gold-digging bitch who only cared about what she saw in her account. However, she earned her place in the private network talking about guests and their perversions, she was a good friend and covered for all of them.
A clatter caught her attention. The young female grookal Aster had seen before flinched away from the end of the table. Bright green smears covered the white tablecloth and it ran down the front side to puddle to the ground. Even in the few seconds since she arrived, she had left a trail of green footprints across the floor.
On the far side, other aliens were watching with disgust. In a galaxy filled with every time, it seemed like everyone hated the ones that dripped slime or always carried a cloud of stench with them.
The grookal lowered her head and peeked at Aster between thick eyelashes that made her look innocent. “Sorry,” she said in a low growl. “These spoons are very small.”
She was tall, about three meters or so, and almost twice as wide as Aster. Her hulking body made her one of the larger of the creatures on board. The English term for females of her kind was “mare” though males were called “silver-backs” after the Terran gorillas.
Aster watched as the grookal tried to wipe the slime off the tablecloth, but only smeared the liquid across the fabric. The young creature tried again, but left an even larger puddle. She started to put down her plate, but then looked up helplessly.
The other aliens in line just pointedly looked in disgust.
Seeing a customer in need and enjoying the fruity scent that was already wafting toward her, Aster put on her most brilliant smile and strolled over. “May I help?”
“I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to make a mess. I mean, I can't….”
Aster held up her hand.
The mare looked at her and her fur fluttered, sending droplets everywhere much to the rising annoyance of anyone else nearby.
Aster felt the warm slime dance across her skin, no doubt giving her a temporary, green blush. Without thinking, she licked her lips and took in the tangy sweetness; it tasted like biting into a pineapple only hours before it became fermented.
The grookal's eyes focused on her tongue before her own jaw parted. Her fur rippled in waves, sending more droplets out as the tangy smell grew stronger around her.
Aster closed her mouth and then gestured the buffet in front of them. “You looked like you were less than satisfied? How may I help you?”
“No… I changed my mind,” liked the young grookal. Her eyes glanced at a bowl filled with marinated meat and then down to her plate. Then she pointed put down her plate. “I-I'm not hungry.”
Her stomach gurgled.
Instantly, the grookal's fur flattened against her body and squelched out a fresh wash of green slime. She took one look and let out a whimper before hurrying out of the room. The wet footprints marked her flight from the main room.
Aster took a deep breath and glanced around. The look of relief was palatable on the others and it turned her stomach.
Aster: Anyone able to man Buffet 18? There is customer in need and I should handle this.
Zoil: Hand-on handling? Or actual work?
Ginnie: Please, the slimy green thing just ran out of the room. Give Aster ten minutes and she's going to be covered in the crap.
Aster crossed her eyes and looked at her nose which already had a dusting of the green flecked on them.
Aster: Actually, I've already been slimed. Right in the middle of the buffet.
She looked down. There was more of the droplets dusting her cleavage.
Aster: Damn, she got my tits already.
Lyman tipped Aster 0.00020 PERV.
Lyman: I'd give you more, but Ginnie stole it.
Zoil tipped Aster 0.00030 PERV.
Zoil: I'm heading over, ETA thirty seconds. Do what you want, Lyman can stall the coverage sensors.
Lyman: What? I'm your bitch now?
Zoil: Yes.
Ginnie: Yes.
Aster: Yes, you are his bitch.
Aster smiled to herself as she discretely put the slime-covered plate to the side and got a fresh one. The grookal liked meat as the bulk of their meals. Aster could only guess at the rest, but she recalled they also liked softer fruits with thicker outer shells. The crunch was satisfying to them as was the squelch. She scooped a generous serving of the marinated meat and then added some fruits and vegetables.
Then, with the laden plate, she followed after the fleeing mare. It wasn't hard to follow the steps, at least until the elevator. Inside, there was a puddle of green slime that a pair of cleaning droids were steadily working on. A third was hanging off the controls of the panel, scrubbing buttons clean.
Aster batted the third one out of the way and pressed one of the still slimy buttons. She was surprised it was on one of the higher decks, most of the suites there were pretty pricey for anyone traveling alone. But, there were all types in the galaxy and she wasn't going to be asking for financial statements. For all she knew, the ship engineers couldn't get anything to handle the slime except for the bigger rooms; there was a reason most grookal didn't go on flights like this. That and usually creatures that left slime or mucus trails were strongly encouraged to remain on dedicated flights.
It also wouldn't matter anyways. She hoped to between the young creature's thighs soon enough and she didn't mind holding her breath.
Zoil: Holy shit, there is a lot of that green crap everywhere!
Aster: The bots should be on it.
Zoil: They are, but still, it's everywhere.
Ginnie: Soon, it's going to be everywhere on Aster too. Don't worry, Sweetie, I got the enzyme cleaner and threw it on your bed. You may be green when you get back, but you'll be back to your naked slutty self in no time.
Aster tipped Ginnie 0.00500 PERV.
Ginnie: I'm going to be rich and I don't even have to take off my panties.
Zoil: People still wear panties?
Lyman: I haven't in twenty years.
Ginnie: Not all of us want to air out our cunts.
Zoil: Decent ventilation makes everything smell better.
The elevator's acceleration caused one of the hunks of meat to fall off the plate and hit the ground with a smack. Before Aster could look down, a cleaning bot was already picking it up with a faintly disapproving buzz.
She stepped over the robots and followed the trail of fresh green prints. They were distinctive on the ship and easy to follow to the grookal's room. It was one of the nicer suites. Aster shifted the plate to her hip and knocked on the door.
Behind her, she heard more of the cleaning robots rushing over to clean up the mess.
She heard the grookal moving inside and then a quiet, growling voice. “Who is it?”
“Room service,” Aster said cheerfully.
“I didn't order any service.”
“Really? Because I have this huge plate of marinated kabitil bird, fresh melons, and plenty of meat sticks. I would say that I got the best food at that table you were eyeing.”
The door slid open. The grookal looked sheepishly out. She had stripped off the clothing and stood there, her naked body covered entirely in short hairs with rivulets of green slime oozing down the valley of her small breasts. The fur rippled constantly, like a wind blowing through fabric. Underneath the mare, the ground was soaked, but a series of temporary drains that had been installed throughout the room easily slurped up the mess.
Aster's curiosity was satisfied. The ship engineers had moved the grookal up into the more expensive suites to handle the mess. That was good for her, not everyone got a chance to check out the rooms that were a thousand times the cost of the smaller quarters below.
She held up the plate. “Room service.”
The grookal's eyes widened. “Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a mess. I'll pay for it, just… just send it to my—”
Aster held up her free hand.
The grookal's fur fluttered rapidly, coating Aster with another spray of warm mist. It smelled sweet. The creature opened her mouth for a moment and then closed it.
“Now, may I say something?”
“Y-Yes, but I'm—”
Aster held up her hand again. “Obergreen prides itself in making every single one of its customers is absolutely happy with their service. My job—my only job—is to ensure you have the best possible time on this ship. So, may I ask, are you having a wonderful time?”
The mare hesitated, opening her mouth a few times. Then her fur flattened. It was like watching wind across the grass as it settled into plate in a wave that went from her crown to her toes; the clenched fur made it look like she was covered in a shimmering suit that showed off a narrow waist and sleek curves of her breasts, shoulders, and throat.
Aster sighed. “I take that as a no.”
“I'm sorry, I mean, all of you are wonderful but I didn't want to be on this ship anyways but there was an emergency with… my parent—”
Aster smiled and held up her hand. “What can I do to make this a trip that you will never forget?”
The fur fluttered. “I can't think of anything.”
Disappointed, Aster thought her chances were rapidly fading. She couldn't flat-out ask for sex, not at least this point, until she was sure the grookal was interested; a flutter of excitement while boarding wasn't enough to cover Aster's pert rear. Her mind spun furiously, then she remembered something from a previous guest. It might not work, but she was hungry to get more of the tangy sweetness. Clearing her throat, she held up her plate. “Sadly, the meals here are cut for much smaller appendages. I was worried that you could have trouble eating since I couldn't find utensils for a lovely lady such as your self.”
The grookal reach out for the plate. “There is no problem. I-I can use my claws—”
Aster continued as if she hadn't being interrupted. “So, I was thinking if you needed someone to help, it would be my honor to be your valet and personally feed you each—”
The effect was instantly as all the fur stood up in a flash of mist and slime. Aster had seen it before when an elderly grookal couple were enjoying their third century together on a much smaller flight that catered to aliens that dripped. She blinked at the mist that covered her face.
“—piece,” she finished with a grin.
The grookal gasped and held out her paws. “Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—” The smell continued to grow stronger as Aster watched the mare struggle to calm down her inner thoughts; thoughts that were reflected in the ripples and whorls of her slick body.
Aster wiped her face with her free hand. “No worries, I was hoping for that response.”
“I mean, feeding is… is….” The grookal's smell grew sweeter as her fur fluttered and sprayed mist everywhere. “It's….”
“Intimate?”
“Yes, but it's more than that.” The young woman reached up for the door frame but then pulled her furry paw back. She toyed with it, squelching green slime onto the ground. “You see, feeding is a… a….”
Aster inched forward. “An intimate activity performed by couples as a form of foreplay?”
“Yes, but feeding… me?” The grookal's fur fluttered. “W-With me?”
Aster nodded. “Very much.”
“But, I'm dripping wet.”
Aster pressed her thighs together. There was a squelch of her own, a hot slickness of anticipation. She grinned. “So am I.”
Large eyes scanned over her. “You aren't dripping… oh…” A pause, then a flutter of fur. “Oh.”
The ripples of fur grew faster, spraying mist into the air. The tangy sweet smell rose up around them, teasing Aster's nostrils as she breathed in the smell. The grookal squirmed and rocked her hips, her large hands flexing into fists and relaxing.
Aster looked up into the dark eyes of the alien standing before her. “You are of age, right?”
“Y… Yes, I just haven't… before.”
“Do you want to? I'm only human.”
A nervous shudder. “You really want me?”
Aster leaned forward and reached out with her tongue toward the alien's shoulder.
The grookal let out a low moan as she froze.
Aster ran the tip of her tongue through the layer of slime before matching the grookal's eyes. Then, slowly, she drew it into her mouth and sucked on it. The sharp and sweet flavors were wonderful and she let out a moan. “You taste beautiful.”
The fur was almost boiling, the strands rising and falling as the smell of the mare's excitement grew stronger. The grookal let out a low, guttural moan.
Aster held up her plate. “Mind if I come in?” She gave a smile that crinkled her nose. “This might be something better in private.”
“O-Oh, yes, I mean… please?”
Aster slipped inside. The room had been hastily made up to handle the slimy effusion of the guest, but there were still signs that the green liquid had seeped underneath the thick plastic coating everything. There weren't many dry places, but she spotted a spot on top of the open-wall crates that the grookal used as luggage and set down the plate.
Turning around, she gave a welcoming smile. “My name is Aster and I'm here to serve you in any manner you desire.”
“Um… Tabby works, that's the other staff call me.” The grookal looked nervous as she held one hand over her crotch and tried to calm her fur down with her other. “Really? Anything?”
Aster nodded. “Something you want to do with me?” She stepped forward. “To me?”
Tabby let out a whimper.
Another step and Aster was only centimeters away. “Or is there something you'd like me to do to you?”
Another whimper. “Y-Yes.”
“Do you want me to do something that is messy?”
“Yes,” growled the mare in a low voice. “Very much.”
Aster reached up for her top. “Do you want me to take this off then?”
A pair of nods, the first one slow and the second more enthusiastic.
Slowly and keeping her eyes fixed on Tabby, Aster stepped away. She worked the fastener of her top, slowly peeling it away to reveal the naked breast underneath. The dusting of green freckles stopped only a few centimeters underneath the edge of the fabric and the sharp line of dusted skin made the bare skin almost glow.
A tingle of excitement and anticipation flushed through Aster as she gave the grookal a smoldering look and continued to pull it away until her hard nipple popped into view. She stretched out her finger to flick the hard nipple, moaning at the little spark of pleasure.
Tabby let out a low growl of pleasure. Her hands flexed against her thighs while her fur rippled with her growing lust. Her own nipples were tiny, only little points sticking out of the slime-soaked fur, but they looked at achingly hard as Aster's.
Aster pulled the top away from her body and let it dangle from her fingers. When Tabby's eyes followed it, Aster released her grip and let it slip away before falling to the ground with a splat.
Tabby let out a whimper. “It's going to get—”
Aster reached out for the grookal and ran her fingers through the slick fur. It was electric and shifting underneath her skin. Underneath the slimy fur, there was hard muscles underneath.
Tabby's words froze. She looked down at Aster's hands as mist sprayed both of them in a fine warm layer. Her hands clenched tightly as a purr shook her body.
Aster spread her fingers through the fur, combing her hands through until she could tease Tabby's upper set of breasts. They were small and thin, but the nipples felt like rocks against her skin. She let out a moan of her own as she teased them with her knuckles and fingertips. “So beautiful.”
Tabby's body shook underneath the questing hands. Slowly, the grookal reached up with her hands, long black fingers stretched out as they hovered over Aster's relatively larger tits.
“Go ahead,” Aster whispered.
Tabby clamped down, stroking them. Her purring grew louder and the cloud of mist surrounding them grew darker. Her fingertips slid up and down the large mounds hefting and rolling them underneath the slime-soaked fingers. She focused less on the nipples and more of the soft curves.
Aster's pussy grew slick with desire as they stood there, touching and stroking each other. It didn't take long before she was covered in green slime, the tangy sweetness almost soaking into her skin as much as overwhelming her sense of smell.
The grookal's exploration dipped lower, sliding off Aster's breast and to her ribs. After a brief moment of sliding, Tabby chuckled. “Only two… two and so big… and perfect.”
“I like yours just as much,” whispered Aster as she slid her hands up and down the lines of nipples. Her fingers pushed the thick layer of slime and fur to the side as she touched them.
Tabby's muscles clenched. Then she delved her hand lower until her fingertips were teasing the waist of Aster's skirt. “This is already ruined?”
“Straight into the recycler.”
Tabby shoved her fingers and then hand into Aster's skirt. There was little friction from the slime-covered hand as it forced itself deeper. Long fingers quested along bare flesh until sliding into the valley of Aster's thighs.
When the grookal's fingers invaded the human's furrow, an intense wave of lust and desire slammed into Aster. Despite the tightness of her skirt and the way the grookal's wrist dug into her gut, she spread her legs while digging her hands deeper into the slimy fur. “Oh, yes.”
Tabby's breathing came in low purring waves as she worked her hand further along until she was sliding two fingers up and down Aster's slit, teasing her opening and circling her clitoris before moving up. Each digit felt larger than a human's cock as their combined juices made every movement liquid.
The grookal chuckled and flexed her muscles.
Aster's waistband gave up and snapped, the fabric growing slack.
Two of Tabby's fingers plunged into Aster's cunt, filling it to the brim. She scissored her digits inside the tight confines.
“Oh,” Aster said as her body shuddered with what would be the first of many orgasms. “Oh, fuck that feels good.”
She fumbled for her skirt, her hands missing repeatedly until she was able to hook it on her thumb and pushed it over the curve of her hip. Surrendering it to gravity, she waited until it slumped along her ankles before stepping out and spreading her legs.
Tabby's fingers continued to plunge into Aster's pussy, filling her completely as each digit seemed to spread and squirm inside her. The sensations were incredible, capture as Aster in place as she was explored by the grookal.
Then, the mare reached up with her other hand and rested it on Aster's shoulder. It was a quiet, hesitating question asked without words.
Aster was waiting for it. With a moan, she slowly sank to her knees between the grookal's legs.
Tabby finger-fucked her fast but never left the human's sex. Her longer arm easily adjusted to the position even as she tugged Aster's head closer to her sex.
The smell was tangier, almost bitter. Unlike humans, grookal didn't have a furrow of labia framing their sex. Instead, they had two sphincters, a small one fringed with short hairs above a larger opening for her rectum. The smaller hole drooled clear liquids with a sharp smell.
Aster positioned her body so her weight rested on the fingers thrusting into her sex and then pressed her mouth against the smaller of openings. Without hesitation, she thrust into the bristly hole and drank of the fluids that poured out. It tastes of sharp lemon juices mixed with honey.
Tabby's grip tightened at the first touch. “Oh… you know our bodies.”
Aster started to look up but a dollop of slime splashed against her face. She only got a flash of green fluids before she had to close her eyes to prevent the stinging. Blinded, she did the only thing she could think of, she burrowed her tongue into the tight hole and began to slurp and trash inside it. The sharp hairs dug into her lips, but she didn't care, it was the spasms that rippled underneath that brought another surge of excitement.
Tabby's grip tightened and drew her closer.
Aster reached up with one hand to cup the grookal's buttocks. It was almost impossible to get a tight grip with the slime and mist surrounding them and her finger slid into the valley.
“There,” Tabby moaned. She released Aster's shoulder to down the human's back. “Use your fingers there,” she sighed before teasing Aster's tailbone with a slick finger.
Nodded with her eyes tightly closed, Aster slid her thumb to press against Tabby's asshole. The ring was tight, but even a touch was enough to bring a flood of more juices to her mouth. Driving her tongue into the bristly hold, Aster rocked back and forth on the fingers that were exploring her own orifices.
With slime as a lubrication, it didn't take long before one of Tabby's fingers was impaling Aster's asshole while the other hand continued to finger her to an orgasm.
Aster returned the favor by fingering both holes, plunging deep into the tight confines as their movements both grew more frantic. Floods of juices poured into her mouth, like lemon syrup, and it was impossible for the human to swallow it all. It poured off her chin, soaking her body completely as she brought the grookal to another orgasm.
It quickly became difficult to breathe. With her face planted on the mare's hole and her entire face covered in slime, there was little air getting into her lungs. Aster moaned as she tried to get one more orgasm before she had to surrender.
On the other hand, in the growing asphyxiation, it was impossible not to orgasm as she thrust her body into the exploring digits with all her might. She was drifting, losing herself in darkness.
Then, it was almost too late. Despite not getting another surge of fluids to drown her, Aster had to pull away from the grookal's sex and lean back. Her body shook with the effort to breath, but she couldn't seem to get her fingers pulled out enough to clear her face.
Tabby's purring was loud and intense, shaking everything.
Aster opened her mouth and slime poured in. “N-Need to stop!” she managed to belt out.
“Oh, oh!” Tabby yanked her fingers out and then helped Aster to her feet.
Finally getting her limbs under control, Aster wiped her eyes free and looked down at the dripping slime that covered her entire body. With a giggle, she licked her lips. “That was unexpected.”
Tabby's eyes held her with an intense glow. “Thank you.”
Aster panted softly for a moment. “You no longer need me?”
“Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?”
Aster shook her head. “According to the manual, my job is to fulfill your every need. It's really hard to get fired serving you.”
Tabby's eyes widened. “Well, then I would like to keep you for a little longer. I do need serving.”
Aster started to lower herself, but the grookal's stopped her.
“No, food. Feed me like you offered,” said the mare in a low, husky breath. The mist around her shaded everything with green and lemons.
Aster slipped away and gathered the food. When she came back, Tabby had arranged herself on the bed with her back against the headboard and her left arm hooked like a cradle.
Answering the silent question, Tabby gestured to her shoulder. “Head here.” Then to her elbow. “Back here.” She finished by drawing a line across her lap. “Leg here.”
There was something in her tone that told Aster that sex was still on the table. With a surge of heat and lust, she crawled up on the bed and nestled closer to her guest. The sensation of being held like a baby against the much larger alien gave a little thrill of excitement that only doubled when Tabby draped her hand on the human's thigh and pressed a thumb against her clitoris.
“Now, I believe you said you wanted to feed me?”
Aster grinned. “My job is to serve.”
“Then serve me.”
Taking a piece of marinated meat up with two fingers, she held it up to the grookal.
Tabby sucked it off her fingers. At the same time, she plunged one finger deep into Aster's sex. The angle was perfect and it slid deep into her body.
Aster jumped and then let out a moan. “Oh, that felt good.”
Swallowing, Tabby pushed the digit as far as it would go and then slowly drew out. Her fingertip teased the opening before she slid it slowly back in. “Another.”
Aster spread her legs further apart and nestled into place before picking up another piece. She added some of the fruit before presenting it.
The grookal slipped a second finger into her sex before sucking it off the human's fingers. The thick tongue swirled around Aster's digits even as the two thick digits plunged in and out.
Aster's eyes fluttered as she leaned into the pressure. The grookal was much larger than than most and two fingers were already giving the pleasurable sensation of being stretched.
Without another word, Aster held up another piece. Her reward was a third, slick finger sliding into her pussy. Her body protested for a moment but then relaxed as the three fingers drove in and out.
This time, Tabby sucked on her fingers as she pumped into Aster's pussy with incredible deep strokes that bumped against the human's cervix and slid down to her clitoris before reversing course.
Aster had to pause as she squirmed and moaned. “Are you going to keep doing that?”
“Yes,” Tabby said. “If your body can take it.”
It didn't matter if it could or not, Aster wanted to feel the grookal's fist deep in her cunt. She clenched her inner walls around the thrusting digits and then nodded. “But there is more on this plate than you have fingers. What then?”
The mare smiled, revealing teeth. “Find out.”
Trembling with anticipation, Aster picked up another piece and held it up.
The hand underneath her, the one cradling her, stretched out and then pressed against her rosebud. With a single push, it slid easily into the tight opening before plunging with the same slow strokes that were quickly becoming overwhelming.
Tabby sucked on Aster's fingers for a long time before releasing them. “Five fingers on each hand. Think you can take it?”
Aster answered by feeding another piece to the grookal. Her entire body was hot and slick and it only grew more intense as a second finger impaled her ass. The slime and heat was everywhere and little friction interrupted them as she was stretched around the plunging digits.
The next hunk of the grookal's meal brought a third finger to slide into her ass. Both holes were stuffed now, the strain of taking on three plunging fingers made it impossible to focus.
Aster moaned and squirmed. Her orgasm was coming up but she fought with all her might. She could take more, she had to take more.
She was moaning when she fed the seventh piece of meat to the mare.
Tabby grinned as she sucked it off Aster's fingers. Then she ground a fourth finger against the opening of the human's strained sex. Slime lubricated as it eased into the hole, stretching it to almost its limits before sliding in. Then, as a single mass, the four digits plunged in and out with wet slurps that filled the room.
“Three more,” purred the mare. “Can you take more?”
“I'm going to try.”
“Don't hurt yourself.”
Aster shook her head. She squirmed on the fingers, panting from the mixture of pleasure and pain. It was intimate, more than she expected, and she desperately wanted to feel both fists plunging into her holes. Still shaking, she picked up the largest hunk of remaining fruit and held it up.
Tabby snapped it out of her grip with her teeth. She chewed for a moment and then swallowed.
“M-More, please.”
“Which hole?”
Aster had to thick for a moment. She was already stuffed. “B-Back one.”
Tabby grinned and stretched her hand out to add a fourth finger from behind. It was a tight fight and the muscles cradling Aster's body bulged as she worked it deep into the protesting ring.
Aster moaned and whimpered. “Y-Yes,” she gasped as she pushed down on the fingers. “Just keep going there.”
Except for the plunging fingers, neither made a noise as they stared into each other's eyes.
Soon enough, Aster's openings relaxed and she was feeling more pleasure than pain. With a moan, she picked up a hunk of meat and held it up. “Please? In my cunt.”
Tabby clamped her lips over Aster's finger as she worked the final digit into her pussy. It was tight, but the slimy fur and powerful muscles worked all the digits back and out of Aster's shaking body until the girth of the hand was the only thing keeping her from being impaled.
Aster gripped the grookal's arm tightly as she pushed down, letting out a cry as she forced herself onto the mare's hand. Every centimeters felt like the one that would ruin her, but her sex eventually swallowed the thick hand up past the widest point.
And then it plunged inside.
Aster's eyes rolled back as as she came. Her pussy felt like a tight glove around the thick fist that plunged back and forth, dominating her senses with waves of ecstasy. Her toes curled up, squelching the slime from between them as she lost control of her senses.
The plate of food slipped from her hand and smacked on the floor.
Aster didn't care. She looked down at her stomach to see the bulge of the grookal fisting her, the push and pull of the pleasure both surreal and intensely intimate as she felt every millimeter along her inner walls.
Another orgasm slammed into her.
“More?” purred Tabby.
“L-Lost… I lost the plate.”
The grookal flexed her arm and pulled Aster up. “I'll give you this one,” she said with a wink. And then her final digit was pressed against the thrusting ones inside Aster's ass.
The human let out a loud moan of desperate need. “Yes.”
It was even tighter, with nine digits already violating her holes. Every millimeter felt like a meter as it sank into Aster's asshole. She could feel the muscle straining to keep tit out but the promise of an intense orgasm kept her begging for more.
Tabby was slow and powerful, driving her thumb deeper until the only thing was the thick girth of her hand. Unlike with her pussy, a slow push of powerful muscles wasn't enough.
“Please… please shove it in.”
Tabby frowned. “Wrong angle. I can't get my strength into it.”
Aster whimpered. It was almost impossible to concentrate but she wanted it more than to pull out. Once the hands pulled out of her cunt, she didn't think they could come back. She thought for a moment and then held up her shaking hand. “I have an idea.”
Reaching over, Aster pulled herself from the cradle of Tabby's arm and lifted a leg so she could slide down to the alien's legs. The angle of the thrusting fingers twisting inside her almost set her off, but she managed to position herself so she was on her back with her head near Tabby's toes and each of her feet against the alien's shoulders.
Tabby had more leverage as she plunged both hands into Aster's cunt. She growled as she pushed and worked the final digit into the tight ring of muscle.
Aster cried out as she grabbed the grookal's feet and pushed u and onto the hands.
Working together, the thick finger slid into Aster's tight ring. The pressure was intense, with one fist already plunging into her cunt, but it was nothing compared to the intense pressure of the second one finally sliding into her body and driving deep.
Her belly swelled out obscenely as the grookal began to double fist her, plunging in and out as Aster strained to keep herself still. Every movement was intense, both in fading pain and rapidly growing pleasure.
Both of them moaned in need as they pushed and shoved until the human's body loosened up and Tabby could thrust deep with long strokes that pushed Aster into one orgasm after the other.
Their shared pleasure only increased the slickness and soon it felt like Aster was drowning in a sea of pleasure and lust. Her entire body was slick, coated with great slime until it was no longer a dusting or freckle, but coating every square millimeter of her skin with pleasure.
She lost herself in the intense pleasure without even the slightest hint of guilt.
After all, she was just doing her job.