Chuck needed to piss.
With a yawn, he made his way down the central corridor of the ship. His brown hair was a bit wild, without the excuse of having slept on it wrong. True, hair didn't really stay in place in space, and he needed a haircut, but Melinda never helped matters given her habit of grabbing his head during sex. Not that he was objecting.
The thought of Melinda had him shaking his head, making the hair problem worse. She had been... well, drunk tonight. Drunk as a skunk, although all the skunks Chuck had seen had been relatively sober. After helping her tipsy form back into their cabin, she had jumped him, going on some sort of incoherent rant.
"You can't watch me, Chuck... you can't watch me if I go Lez with her. You can't, she won't want it... do you want to? Do you want to watch me fuck her? I'll do it... I'll go Lez if you want... you can watch! I want you to watch..."
His father, in one of his rare attempts at giving dating advice to his son, had told him not to avoid crazy women. That, if he found someone who was willing to do anything, ANYTHING he wanted, to just go with it and enjoy while it lasted. There'd come a time, however, when she decided to start doing anything SHE wanted.
At that point, he should run like hell.
Chuck wondered if he was there yet.
Their group was so small, though... they had to stay on good terms with everyone. Had to adapt to everyone's quirks. Had to, well, not be jealous. Chuck wasn't exactly sure who Melinda was talking about, but he knew the pairings that existed now would not all last, that like some bad teen soap there'd be messy breakups and switching of partners. That's just how human society worked. That said, even though Melinda could be a pain, even though the thought of being with Alicia or Nona did excite him... he was in no hurry to end what he had. He liked her. Despite all her faults.
Hell, maybe because of them.
Entering one of the two restrooms, Chuck made his way to the piss sucker. He was sure it had a real name, but given its function for males this seemed more appropriate. There were several devices, depending on which waste you wanted to excrete and your gender. Some even seemed to be made for non-humanoid races, unless the Orang had a third gender with attachments not apparent on Daium or Rinda. The one he wanted was a long hose, with an adjustable drawstring bag at the end. Grabbing it with his left hand, his right fished his cock out of the opening in his boxers. He had slipped the boxers on instead of grabbing that stupid loin cloth. Oh, how he wished he had a dozen more pairs of these...
Putting his soft male member in the opening, he pulled the string to close the bag around it. Hitting the green button on the wall before him, a motor began whirring he could feel the vacuum begin sucking inwards. With a sigh, he began to piss.
You couldn't aim. That was his main problem with the whole process. Now there was no fun to be had while taking a piss. You couldn't step back and go for distance, or try and paint the inside of the bowl. Heck, no checking the color, to see if today's was a deep yellow or more like clear water. If one of them started pissing blood, how would they know?
Well... there'd probably be other symptoms.
Chuck let the beer drain from his system. Tired... after this, back to his cabin for more sleep. He needed sleep...
There was a "bing" from the wall in front of him, followed by the sound of the vacuum powering down. Removing his penis from the contraption, he wiped the tip with his underwear and slipped it back inside.
Mission accomplished.
Pushing off, he traveled to the door, hit the button, and looked out as it slid open.
There, in the open doorway across the hall, was a nude Rinda looking at him with four shocked eyes.
****
Rinda's fur was wet, or at least still a bit on the damp side, a darker shade of blue than normal. It was slicked down, smooth. The black skin of her face, hands and feet seemed to shine, as if polished. Chuck's eyes, though, were drawn to the white fur of her chest, to the two breasts and their pink tips. They were on the small side, maybe about the same as Melinda's. He'd have to use his hands to measure, naturally...
Realizing he was being a bit rude, Chuck brought his eyes back up to hers, smiling an embarrassed smile. The room she was leaving was the bathing room, as, like any sensible species, the Orang didn't shit where they bathed. She obviously hadn't expected anyone to be up this late. Raising his right hand to badly cover his eyes, he turned his head away.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to look! I'll be going!" Making a show of grabbing blindly for one of the wall hand holds, Chuck turned his body back towards his cabin. This had been interesting. Now he kind of understood Justin and Daium a bit better...
"No! Do not go!"
His grip on the wall tightened, lower body continuing its forward momentum as he turned the upper half to face her. His right hand moved to grab a ceiling handhold as he came to a stop. She hadn't covered herself. His gaze must have shown his questioning confusion, as he could see her try and come up with the right words.
"Chuck, talk? Please? My cabin?"
He shrugged. Sleep would have to wait.
"Sure. Lead the way."
****
The stuffed animal was the first thing he noticed. Orange, almost to the point of glowing, it floated in the vicinity of her bed. It obviously had been well loved over the years, something he could appreciate. He still had his own Teddy, back at home, much of its fur gone. His mother had even, long ago, given it two open squeaker operations...
The thought of his mother sobered him.
Still not covering herself, Rinda moved over to the desk, and the various spiral notebooks floating there. Closing the door behind him, Chuck took a good look at her backside. Her butt was black, furless, smooth. It didn't look like there was a crack, as humans had. As she bent over, he could just see pink showing between parted legs.
His cock, deciding it was recovered enough, made up its mind to wake and see what was up.
Looking back to give him a small smile in apology, Rinda spent the next few minutes looking through her phrase books. On a small tablet computer, she typed some notes. Whatever this was, she obviously felt accurate communication was important. Chuck just shook his head.
"Rinda, should we go get Nona, or Daium, to translate? It would be easier..."
"No! No, no..." She looked panicked. "No, I can talk, speak..." Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. "I can talk to you, Chuck. Alone." As she once again met his gaze, Chuck nodded.
"OK. Take your time." He thought about pulling his legs up into a folded position, while he waited, but realistically he wasn't flexible enough. He settled for just floating by the door. Relieved, she went back to her notebooks. When she was ready, Rinda positioned them around her in space and motioned Chuck to come over. Using some ceiling handholds, he maneuvered until he floated about five feet in front of her.
"So... what do you want to talk about, Rinda?"
Licking her light pink lips, she swallowed, then spoke.
"Chuck, you and Melinda... you are Mates, yes?"
Being asked that in the middle of the night by a nude girl set off alarms in his male brain. They were the good kind of alarms, meant to keep him from not noticing what said nude female seemed to be after. His dick hardened even more. Now, before all this, the way his life had gone, it would turn out Rinda was the one who had designs on Melinda and was in fact asking for permission to go after her, leaving him all alone. He had more confidence now, more optimism.
"We do mate, but are not, really, Mates. Melinda knows there are not enough males for all the females." Which was true, and she'd said as much, but part of him still felt like a jerk for saying it. The other part was still taking in the alien tits and pussy in front of him. Rinda nodded.
"In..." she looked at her notes. "...school, the Academy, more boys than girls. Us girls helped boys, mated often. Expected." Chuck raised his eyebrows. She nodded, completely unembarrassed. "On ship, same. Few females, had to help males most nights." She smiled. "Only ones I liked. Enjoyed it."
Well, he was glad for that. For a moment he had been afraid she was saying she had been gang-raped over and over. Instead, it sounded more like some porn or girls gone wild video. A hell of a recruiting tool, too, although you'd probably only get a certain type of female to volunteer (as opposed to every male). Which might be what they wanted...
"So, why are you telling me this?"
She closed the distance between them, eyes staying on his face.
"I have been here four days. Alone. I am not used to being alone. Anak Patung," she pointed to the doll, Chuck's eyes following her long black finger, "was my only friend. She is NOT a good..." Another glance at her notes. "Lover."
Chuck's mood began to change. Rinda came closer.
"Chuck, I need someone. Need someone to hold. To kiss. To..." Reaching her right hand out, her fingers brushed against the bulge in his boxers.
It was like ice had been poured into his veins. First Melinda, that first night in the bakery department, and now Rinda. No. Not again.
His left hand intercepted her right, removing it from his package. He pressed their palms together, fingers interlaced. His right hand did the same with her left. Her skin was smooth, but damp. She was sweating. Looking into her four eyes, Chuck tried to speak slowly, calmly.
"Rinda... No." Her eyes shot open, hurt and shock in them. "I'm sorry, but no. Melinda said the same thing. Said she loved me, yes, but more that she needed someone to hold. To kiss."
"Yes! Kiss me!"
"Rinda, it's... you haven't even bothered to say you LIKE me! I'm not going to mate with you just because your dolly there isn't good enough!" Chuck was getting pissed. The fact he couldn't have, wouldn't have, resisted this if he didn't have a steady supply of sex from Melinda made him even angrier. Hell, he had been ready, if she just hadn't echoed Melinda's words, from over a week and a lifetime ago.
All four of Rinda's green eyes began to shimmer. A moment later, tears pooled in her eyes.
"Like you," she whispered. "Like you, Chuck." Pulling her hands free of his, she grabbed one of the notebooks. Furiously flipping to the back, she shoved the page at him. "Like you, Chuck! Like you!"
She had drawn him.
Not a great drawing, to be sure. She was probably a better fighter than artist. But... Rinda had sketched him working on the engine. Watched him work, sweat, almost nude apart from the white cloth wrapped around his junk, she had put pen to paper. The rough lines showed her focus on the muscles of his arms, on his shoulders... his face was done with constant corrections, as if she just HAD to get it right. Especially the eyes. On the opposite page, were closeup studies of his two eyes...
He closed his eyes. He needed a moment. His mind was a confused mess. He needed to...
Lips touched his.
Chuck had not been kissed by many different females. Five, maybe, all told. Six, if you included a cousin who acted on a crush once (he was the only male kid on Dad's side of the family, so the poor girl's options had been limited). This... this felt the same, in a way he hadn't expected. Yet, at the same time...
Eyes still closed, he accepted the kiss, reaching his hands out to touch her body. As soon as she sensed his acceptance, Rinda reached out her own hands, grabbing his rather ample waist and pulling them together. Her warm furry body pressed against his. The feeling... he tried to understand it. Every hair of hers seemed to activate a nerve under his skin, causing a tingle from his feet to the top of his head. Only his now hard cock, in his boxers, was uninvolved, and very unhappy about that.
As if reading his mind, or maybe her goals and his just meshed, as their tongues touched Rinda slid her hands and pushed Chuck's boxers down. As his cock sprang out against her, she broke the kiss and moved back a touch, looking down. Her eyes were wide with excitement.
"Oh! It's..." One black hand tentatively touched the head. Her forefinger rubbed the tip, spiraling its way out from the central opening. Reaching the edge of the mushroom like head, her finger then traced its way down the underside of the shaft. Ignoring his balls, Rinda gently took the entire shaft in her hand. Only the pink head was visible, poking out from her black grasp. Breathing in quick, excited breaths, she brought her eyes back up to his.
"Chuck... do humans just mate, or... do they play?"
Reveling in the feel of her warm, smooth palm, all thoughts of resistance were gone.
"You want to play?" She nodded, tongue licking her lips. That signaled what his first request should be.
"Kiss it."
Her four eyes widened. She looked down, then back, her hand squeezing tighter.
"Kiss it? Humans kiss that?" Excitement at the very idea seemed to make her body hum.
"Yes, when we play." Bringing his hands up to her shoulders, he gently pushed her downward. "Kiss it, Rinda..."
She needed no further prompting. Her tongue left a trail down his chest, and stomach. Reaching his cock, she released it from her hand, letting her eyes get a close up view of the entire tool. Her warm breath made it quiver.
"Bigger than Orang," he heard her whisper. There was a moment's silence, as she decided how best to proceed, then... she kissed the tip.
Her eyes flicked up to Chuck's face, getting the reaction. He smiled down, one hand going to pet her head. He could feel her pushing back, so he petted harder.
"Good... kiss it again, then lick it."
He felt her lips once again touch the head, followed by her tongue flicking out against the cleft under the hole. He groaned, hand now holding her head, gripping the hair. Not waiting for more instructions, her tongue licked all over the head, then began moving down the shaft. She seemed to be trying to follow his inarticulate instructions, going back to those spots he reacted the most to. Looking at her, Chuck thought she also was... taking in the smell, as well as the taste. Her flat black nose seemed to be expanding and contracting, whatever pheromones he had obviously crossing species quite well.
"Suck it, Rinda... take it in your mouth... don't bite, though... no teeth..."
Looking up, she grinned, flashing her white teeth at him.
"I said NO teeth," Chuck reminded, playfully. She nodded, then returned her gaze to her toy. Pausing, as if psyching herself up for it, Rinda took the head in.
Maybe it was the shape of her mouth, or the position of her tongue, but it felt different than any other blow job. The novelty of it doubled his pleasure. Slowly, she moved her head up and down, using her tongue without being prompted. She was obviously enjoying herself, pausing now and then to look at her handiwork and exploring a bit more with her hands. She felt his balls, gently, something she had obviously learned from her Orang lovers. Chuck could feel himself building up. On her next upstroke, he stopped her, just the head remaining in her mouth.
"Rinda... oh, God, you are incredible! It's so good! But, I'm about to come. Shoot." Removing him from her mouth, she looked at him confused for a moment. Recognition came, though, followed by a grin at being able to bring a male to that point with just her mouth. He smiled back. "Some human girls drink it, let me shoot in their mouth." Her eyes widened at that, but he could tell she'd be willing to try. "Or... we can mate now."
Holding his quivering cock, she considered. He could see the first option was very tempting, and if there was a repeat of this, that would be on the table. Looking up, though, she released him.
"How do humans mate?"
Chuck didn't hesitate. His hands went under her arms, half pulling her up and half pushing himself down. Once they were face to face, he looked around.
"Grab those two straps." He pointed above her, Rinda complying, her breathing once again coming fast. Reaching down, Chuck spread her legs. He saw her pink lips, half open, wet. With one hand he caressed it, bringing a loud moan from the Orang. While more foreplay would be fun, it obviously wasn't needed at the moment. Maneuvering, he placed his cock at her entrance. Her legs, on their own, wrapped around him, body understanding what was needed. Hands on her hips, eyes on hers...
He entered her.
She screamed, a scream of pleasure. Legs tightened into almost a death grip aground him, he just stood still, waiting for her to relax. She didn't. Her pussy rippled up and down his length, causing him to just push in harder. Releasing the unneeded handholds, her hands went to his ass, aiding her legs in preventing any movement. How was he supposed to...
He felt her squeeze his entire shaft.
Chuck came.
****
"...Orang boys quick. Had to learn to feel good quickly, or not at all."
"Mmmm... Humans can be like that, but we like to take our time, too. Make it last."
"Would like that..."
They floated silently, Chuck still half hard inside her.
"We have to tell Melinda we did this, you know. I don't think there's going to be any secrets on this ship."
"Tell... must you go back?"
"Yeah, I probably should. Um... would you like to come back with me?"
****
Tammy floated down the corridor, yawning. She was up first, again. That was good. She would get first crack at the shower, then go see what they could do for breakfast. There were still some eggs left in the kitchen, although she'd have to go back to the store for more...
Two doors opened on either side of her. To her left, through the doorway she could see a very disheveled Justin, Daium and Alicia. In the right-hand room, an equally disheveled Chuck, Melinda and Rinda.
The two trios stared at each other.
Tammy's gaze went from one to the other. OK, this was ridiculous. From behind her, she heard the door to Anthony and Hannah's room open.
Fuck it.
"OK, since I'm the only one not getting any..." Tammy ripped off her top, then slid off her bottoms. Slowly turning, showing her body off to all three surprised groups, she yelled. "I'm gay and need a woman! Any takers?!"
****
A very sleepy Nona floated into the Commons. She had had dreams. Not necessarily bad dreams, although she had woken up a few times. They hadn't been comforting, though. What she needed, she thought, was something in her stomach. Something to calm her down...
All conversation stopped as she entered the room. Fourteen human, and eight orang, eyes stared at her. Unconsciously, her arms came up to hug herself.
"OK, I've obviously missed something…"