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Woods World
by Kelliswan


Chapter 7: New Victor, New Sonny

"We are really pulled in two directions, aren't we?" said Daisy, leaning
back against a tree still holding her fruchup bowl.  Her neck and 
shoulders, not to speak of the area between bellybutton and knees, 
glistened with drying semen.

Lola swallowed her mouthful and sniffed.  "I've only felt one direction
-- towards cock!  What's the other one?"

"Food and cock: that's life in Woods World!"

"Is that what you mean by 'two directions?'  You can eat and fuck more 
or less at the same time, you know."

"No.  I was thinking that we're pulled to the Crogans by their tasty 
beljer and big dicks and back to the Pridans because the Crogans can't 
keep it up.  But this Pridan food is _yuck_!  I'm tired of it after one
bite."

"Are you?  How long have you been eating it?  You know those two months
Harley mentioned are about up.  You might have another reason to lose 
your appetite."

"Two months?  How do you know?"  Daisy waved a hand.  "How can you tell
a month without a moon?"

"The screens in the seeing room show a weird date that's good enough for
that."

"Oh, yeah.  I forgot.  Huh!  That place is weird all over -- such a long
table with endless screens!  Do you get the impression it was meant for
lots more Crogans?"

"Pridans, too.  I don't know why the Pridans aren't interested in it.  
Did you know that neither group can read?"

Daisy looked thoughtful.  "Maybe that explains it.  The screens show a 
lot of text.  Not that these guys understand the videos either!"

"Both sets of guys are smart enough.  Wonder why they don't care."

"That's pretty obvious, Lola."

"Obvious?"

"All they need to know is how to fuck or suck.  They've got that down 
pat."

The older sister nodded slowly.  "I think you're right."

"And they've lost their curiosity, if they ever had any."

Lola shook her head.  "They're nice folks even so.  Daisy, we were 
talking about your lost appetite.  What do you feel besides not hungry?"

The girl sighed.  "Some weird spasms down here."  Her hand massaged the
bottom swell of her belly.  "I noticed it when I came down from my last
Big O."  She grimaced and looked askance at her sister.  "You don't 
suppose I'm about to become a mom?"

"Yeah, maybe so.  Let's go to the palace.  In fact, honey, I think you 
ought to stay there for the next while."

Daisy threw her bowl away.  "Do you think we can get there before dark?"

"If we hurry."

They plunged into the woods in the direction of the fallen rock.  
Neither noted the lack of Pridan protest.

Lola's estimate had been optimistic.  They were hardly free of the cliff
before full darkness fell.

"How are you doing?" she asked her sister.

"It feels funny more than hurts.  I thought childbirth was the 
gnarliest."

"Cool?  Excellent?  Where'd you hear that?"

"What cool!  They say it's the worst torture."

Lola sniffed.  "Here am I, expecting slang to be consistent!"

"'Course it's only been two months.  Thought it was supposed to be 
nine."

"We _are_ taking Harley's word for everything, aren't we?"

"Oh, I believe him."

"How _do_ you feel, Daisy?"

"Booey."

Lola said dryly, "Did we establish that means 'bad?'"

"Yeah, but at least it don't hurt.  How come we're not there yet?  Hey,
remember the first time?  You got lost and Jorg had to rescue us."  She
giggled.  "He fucked me instead of you."

"You were fresh meat."

"My first two big chodes.  In a row that day!"

"Huh?  Oh.  Stard's."

"I was all set for the Crogans.  Why don't big cocks wear us out, Lola?"

"Believe me, they can!"

"Not here.  Hey, did you notice?  I saw a glimmer of the arch up there."

"Yeah.  The woods are thinning out.  That glow up ahead is the palace."

Inside the building they turned down the hall toward the elevator.

"Where is everybody?" said Daisy at the dearth of greeters.

Lola smiled.  "I can't believe you don't hear them."

"They're asleep?  I can understand the Pridans: it's dark in the woods.
But here it's never dark!  What's wrong with these guys?"

"Their stimulation had left," Lola guessed, which produced a sisterly 
giggle.

The girls took the elevator to the basement.  Harley met them in the 
hall as they stepped out of the machine.

"Good evening, my dears.  Daisy, let me guess, are you ready to give 
birth?"

"How do I know?" she answered.  "I've never done this before.  I guess 
you're my doctor now.  How do I know I don't have an upset tummy from a
virus or something?"

"Hmm, Doctor Harley, yes indeed!"  He smiled briefly.  "Not that the 
title is so flattering.  I've read about the crude medical technology in
your era.

"Daisy, you have no cause for worry.  Microlife was not restored at this
station."

"What does that mean?"

"This world has no bacteria, no viruses, no independent life at all too
small to see.  Even the examples you brought with you are gone by now.
You can digest our food without its help.  Give me your hand."

Trustingly she put it in his.  Almost immediately he released it.  "So 
yes, Daisy, you indeed are ready to give birth.  Please follow me to our
birthing room."

He led them through his sitting room and pushed open the door in its far
wall.  "Lola, you are free to stay and observe, or leave, whatever you 
wish," he added, holding the door open. 

She said dryly, "I'll stay.  Why do I suspect I'll be the next who needs
to come here?"

"As you wish.  Daisy, please get up onto this chair and place your feet
in the stirrups.  Now, I'm just going to spread your legs ...  There, 
that looks about right.  Are you comfortable my dear?"

"I'm okay.  God, Lola, look at me, all spread-eagled!  Don't I look like
I'm getting ready for a gangbang?  Go find a dozen guys with big cocks.
Little Daisy is ready to take on all comers!  Lola, you can be my 
fluffer to keep the cocks ready to go."

"Your what?"

"You can keep sucking up the dicks."

"You hardly need that around here!  But my god, kiddo, what are you kids
learning at your tender age?  When I was 13, I'd never heard of a 
fluffer."

"I guess we have the advantage of sex ed by internet video," said Daisy
with a laugh.  To Harley she said, "What's the holdup, Doc?"

"Excuse me.  I find your conversation fascinating."  He wheeled a sleek
machine with a long arm into the space between her legs, then returned 
from a counter with a small bottle.

At sight of it Lola exclaimed, "Hey, that's our olive oil bottle!"

"Yes," he admitted.  "I borrowed it from the Crogans.  This procedure 
will go a lot easier with lubrication, and as you have already shown to
your Crogan friends, olive oil is better than spit."

Lola was pleased.  "When Daisy recovers, we better get with the Crogans
and make more oil.  It would be just my luck to use up the remaining oil
the day before I come down here to give birth!"

"I am sure we have enough for you.  Daisy, you should know you will 
recover quickly.  This procedure is not at all like your normal 
childbirth.  I recommend you rest with no vaginal sex for the rest of 
today.  After a good night's sleep you will be fine tomorrow."

"Yes," said Lola with a chuckle, "we have noticed the benefits of a good
night's sleep here." 

He tilted the bottle towards the machine, which dipped its probe 
naturally and withdrew it with an inch of brown fluid trembling on the 
tip.

Lola was amazed.  "How did it know to do that?"

Harley regarded her.  "On your Earth don't you have household robots 
yet?"

"Not with that kind of common sense!"

"They soon will have it."  He stepped back.

The machine seemed to crouch in the space between Daisy's splayed legs.
Lola leaned close to see.  The slender probe entered the sisterly pussy
slowly.

"It's in you," said Lola.  "Can you feel it?"

"Yeah, like a little cold finger.  You don't put cold things in there, 
Harley!"

"Please hold still Daisy," he said.  "Wiggling around will help nothing.
I apologize.  If I had flesh and blood hands I could have warmed up the
probe.  Lola, I shall fix this temperature problem before it is your 
turn."

Lola took one of Daisy's hands between hers.  "Be brave, kiddo, you can
do it!  This won't take long, will it, Doc?  What's it doing in her?"

"The probe is slowly moving through the cervix, into the uterus, and ...
yes!  It has captured the little fetus."

"How can you tell?" asked Lola.

"Of course the robot constantly communicates with me.  Ah, success!  
Watch."

Slowly the probe withdrew completely from Daisy's body.  Lola could see
that the instrument had trifurcated into three small fingers.  Something
red, about an inch long, glistening with moisture, rested within them.
A white cord, somehow attached, extended loosely back into the vagina.

Extruding a small jar under the suspended fetus, the robot lowered its 
probe into the liquid, released and withdrew.  For a moment the bit of 
crimson flesh floated alone in the jar with a white cord extending over
the lip back into the girl.  The probe reentered her and immediately 
withdrew again, now clutching a small white mass to which that end of 
the cord was attached.  The mass and the cord descended into the jar 
with the fetus.

Lola had seen her father's video of Daisy's birth.  She guessed, "That 
white stuff: the afterbirth?"

Harley answered, "'Placenta,' I believe, is the proper name.  The probe
injected a substance that caused it to release from the uterine wall.  
We of course shall use it to support development."

The jar of liquid withdrew into the robot body and a metal door closed 
over it.

He smiled at Daisy.  "There!  That was not so bad, was it?"

"It only tickled," said the girl in wonder.  "You call that a birth?  
Was that ... little bit ... my baby?"

"Yes, indeed, about six grams at birth."

"Six what?"

"A little over 2/10 of an ounce."

"That's ridiculous!" Lola declared.  "Haven't you just killed it?"

"Please, Lola.  Its death would defeat everything I have done.  No.  
Please show a little patience.  I expect Daisy's new descendent to be 
ready in a week."

"So fast," said Daisy, eyes wide.  She sighed and raised her feet from 
the rests.  "Am I ready to go now?"

"Yes, my dear.  Let me help you.  As I said earlier, you will be a bit 
sore, so please no vaginal intercourse for the rest of today.  After a 
night's rest you will be back to normal."

"Smile," said Lola reassuringly.  "If you'd given birth back home, your
pussy would be out of commission for a lot more than a day, honey."

"Another advantage of staying here?" Daisy countered with a smile, 
dismounting from the birthing chair.  "Harley, can I still get my 
jollies with blowjobs and butt-fucking?"

"Certainly, my dear!  Getting your clit licked is fine also.  Just avoid
vaginal penetration until tomorrow, please?  But before you return to 
your sexual pleasures, we need one more thing.  Please go to the seeing
room and do face selection at one of the screens.  You will see facial 
features for your new child.  Choose those you like.  After that you're
free to go enjoy yourself."

"Why not?  See you around," said Daisy airily, walking out the door.

"Lola, you will return here soon," Harley called after them.  

"Most likely you're right," Lola conceded.

As the girls hurried down the hallway and entered the elevator, Lola 
commented, "Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I'm not comfortable with 
technology this advanced."

Daisy snickered.  "Well, it's made me think.   When we get home, let's 
ask Mom how much fun she had carrying us around inside her for nine 
months.  Think about that last month before delivery, walking around 
with a watermelon in your belly, wondering if you'll fit in the 
doorway!"

"Don't get me wrong.  I can see the advantages here but I'm not totally
comfortable with it.  Something's bothering me, but I can't put my 
finger on it."

Daisy giggled sarcastically.  "You can stay here for a week or so and 
have Harley deliver your fetus with his weird new-fangled technology, or
go home, stay with our parents for what, another seven months, and see 
how happy Mom is about you making her a grandma."

"That's an easy choice."  Lola chuckled.  "Now how do we get the 
elevator to go to the second floor?"

Immediately the elevator door closed.

"What the hell?" said Lola.  "Did you push the button?"

"No."  Daisy's eyes were bright.  "But I bet we're bound for the second
floor."

"I get it.  Harley has ears everywhere."  Lola raised her voice.  "Don't
you?"

The AI's disembodied voice replied, "The better to serve you."

The girls looked at each other and both shrugged.  A few moments later 
the door opened.

Daisy put her head out.  "That's not the same hall!"

"You probably win your bet."

Both girls stepped out into the hall.  The elevator door closed behind 
them.

"Hmm, now which way to the seeing room?" wondered Lola.   "It looked 
different from the stairway, but I think it's this way."

She quickly found an open door, led her sister through it, and 
recognized the long table of the seeing room.

Daisy studied the scene.  "Interesting.  Paintings all over the walls, 
huh?  And statues?"

"Yes, I used them to give the Crogans some lessons on how we live.  We 
can look at them another time.  As I'm sure you've noticed, the Crogans
always fall asleep after a good fucking, so we'll have time to come up 
here and amuse ourselves.  You know where the screens are.  Let's go see
what Harley wanted from you."

The sister sat on the bench at the near end of the long table.

Daisy stared petulantly at the partition about head high before them.  
"'Do face selection,' he said.  How in the --"

A musical female voice sounded from the partition.  "Daisy and Lola!  
Daisy, you wish to select your gestating child's features, yes?"

Lola said dryly, "He doesn't just have ears everywhere!"

Although startled, Daisy managed a bit of sarcasm.  "Diggity dank!"

"Was that a yes?" asked the voice.

"You're right on, sister.  Who are you anyway?"

After a moment's hesitation the voice replied, "I am Harlene."

"Of course!" declared Lola disgustedly.

But the voice was undismayed.  An area lit on the partition that ran 
down the middle of the long table.  It very much resembled a medium flat
screen TV, displaying a face.  It said, "How is this one as a first 
approximation?"

Daisy said critically, "You mean it's a girl?"

"No.  It is too late for a gender choice.  This is a male face."

Lola giggled.  "Don't you recognize it?"

"Are you talking to me?" asked Daisy.

"That's you ... with a little firmer chin, maybe.  Why not?  He's your 
son.  But tell me, _Harlene_, shouldn't it have some Pridan or Crogan 
features?"

"Indeed it has some," said the voice.  "Daisy, tell me what you would 
like to change."

"Well, how about making his schnoz bigger?"

"That was --  What part is the schnoz?"

Lola said snidely, "Didn't know you liked Jimmy Durante!"

"Who's that?" said Daisy, blinking.

"Nevermind."  Lola continued with a sneer, "What about his ears?  He 
could fan himself with those."

"Ears?  Who cares about ears?  Make him smile, Harlene, with pretty 
teeth."

In five minutes the face was neither recognizable nor particularly 
attractive.  Finally Daisy said meekly, "Harlene, could you put the 
original face back?"

"And while you're about it," said Lola sarcastically, "make me a 
hamburger with pepperjack cheese, mayonnaise, a slice of tomato, slice 
of onion, a side order of onion rings and a root beer."

"Yeah, right!" retorted Daisy.  "I guess you'd prefer the random 
selection Mom and Dad used."

"Hey, we turned out okay, didn't we?"

"Yeah, we did, but think of some of the losers you've met over the 
years.  Not all parents end up with cuties."  Daisy grinned sideways at
her sister.  "Don't worry.  I'll help you make good choices when your 
turn comes."

"I guess I should thank you.  No I shouldn't.  I should ask why you seem
to enjoy it so."

"Don't you think it's fun?"

"It's so ... inhuman!"

Daisy shrugged.  "Well, sometimes you gotta compromise a bit.  After 
all, think of the fantastic sex that comes with this place's weirdness."

"Speaking of which ..."  Lola stood up with a brighter expression.

"Let's go find the Pridans!" Daisy agreed.


* * *


A week and uncounted orgasms later, Lola and Daisy were once again back
at the palace.  Having fucked the Crogans, now a dozen strong, into 
insensibility, they had gone outside for showers and retired from there
to the dining room, where they lingered over bowls of beljer.

"This place is weird," Daisy muttered.  "You'd think they'd never heard
of indoor plumbing."

"Harley's creator forgot it," guessed Lola.  "Probably just didn't think
of it."

"That don't make sense!  They've got computers, video screens and all 
kinds of stuff we never heard of, but no indoor toilets.  God, that's 
stupid!"

Lola smiled.  "Well, I don't disagree with you.  Except maybe it's 
because they never have winter.  The air is always warm, isn't it?"

"Ask me again next year.  Hey, who's that?"

Looking around, Lola murmured, "For sure it's not Stard!"

The nude figure of a man walked towards them from the hall.  Aside from
white skin, he had the build of a Crogan, including the well-hung 
genitalia, but his facial features departed from the Crogan prototype in
a distinct improvement.

"God!" cried Lola.  "I know who he is."

By that time he had reached them.  He knelt on the bench beside Daisy, 
took her hand and kissed it.  "Hello, I am your new son.  What is my 
name?"

Daisy squealed, looking up at him in awe.  "My son?  Already?"  But she
quickly recovered.  "Wow, you're really handsome.  and you look like 
me!"  She continued in a calmer voice, "So I get to name you, eh?  I 
thought Harley would do that."

"You're his mom," said Lola approvingly.  "Harley is allowing a little 
tradition here."

"How about Victor?  I really like that name!"

"Then so do I," he responded.

"May I ask, why Victor?" asked Lola.

"Well, I've been reading the _Hunchback of Notre Dame_ at school, and 
..."

"And you're impressed with the author, eh?" Lola said with a nod.

"Definitely.  Victor, pardon my manners!  This beautiful lady next to me
is my sister Lola, now your Aunt Lola."

"Please sit with us Victor.  Are you hungry?" asked Lola.

"Yes, Aunt Lola.  I just came from the birthing chamber and am quite 
hungry."

Lola quickly fetched a bowl of beljer and a spoon for the young man.

"When I left the birthing chamber, Harley instructed me to tell you that
my brain is already programmed with the basic knowledge of everything I
need for life around here.  He said that unlike your experience, I do 
not need a long education.  But he said you should not let my adult size
deceive you.  While I have a theoretical knowledge of many things, I 
have absolutely no practical experience.  Umm, this beljer is good!  
Anyway, Harley suggested that as my mom you may wish to help me with the
practical matter of sexual pleasure with women and my new brothers."

"I can believe a full-grown male virgin needs my help!"  Daisy winked at
her sister.  "This is going to be fun!  Yes, honey, momma is going to 
take good care of you."

"Thanks, Mom," he said without irony and took the empty utensils over to
the counter where others were stacked.

While he was away from the table, Lola whispered to her sister, "Will we
have a bit of incest here?  Does that bother you?"  She grunted.  "Or 
excite you?" 

"A week ago Harley's robot shoved a metal probe up my cooze, and now a 
handsome naked stranger walks up to me.  Are the events connected?  Is 
he really my son?  Harley says so, but it hardly seems the same as Mom 
carrying us in her belly for months, feeling us kick and the like.  So 
... I'm taking my handsome young son to the sporting room to start 
bonding."  She giggled.  "Ain't that what the big domes call it?  After
I get his cherry I'm sure he'll want to bond with his sexy aunt."

Lola laughed.  "When you finish, he'll fall asleep, like his half 
brothers.  Tomorrow when he's fresh, we'll do some bonding.   Now, go 
have fun!"


* * *


Someone was shaking her shoulder, which was strange.  The rhythm at two
sources in her bottom was familiar and thrilling but not at the 
shoulder.  Even though her eyelids were stuck shut, she could still see
daylight.  She brought up a hand to clear her vision but it struck a 
warm body.

"Wh-what?" she muttered.  Finally hand reached eye and she prized an 
eyelid open to find Korn's face before her.  She was lying in the grass
on her belly and he was crouched down.

His expression was intent.  "Lola, we have a new woman!"

A new woman?  Who gave a shit about --   Suddenly she realized --  "God
dammit, Korn, I'm about to come!"

"Then hurry up.  She needs you."

Of course with her attention so thoroughly diverted the thrills 
subsided.  For half a minute she tried hard to recover them, reaching 
underneath and grabbing a scrawny Pridan butt to pull it harder into 
her.  But it was no use.  With a growl of disgust she rose to a kneeling
position and crawled away from her partners -- the bottom one, that is.
The top one, cock well lodged up her ass, came along for the ride.  She
stood up, however, and shoved him away with hands behind her.

As usual her first concern was Daisy.  Not far away a tangle of 
vibrating bodies revealed her target by virtue of the girl's blonde 
hair, even with the rest of her buried under Pridans.

Korn asked, "Should she come also?"

Although they were rarely separated, Lola knew her sister was well 
protected.  She said, "Where's the new girl?"

"At the Front Door Rock."  Lola's name for it had caught on.

"Of course.  When Daisy finishes, have someone bring her along."

"Murr will do so.  She is his pet."

"Yeah, I've noticed.  Let's go."

She saw over her shoulder that Korn was following as she plunged into 
the woods, and called to him, "Are you the only one interested in a new
girl?"

"Many others have already gone."

"That figures, probably fucking her blind."

"'Blind?'"  He actually sniggered.

"A brace of Pridans can probably do it too, if anyone can!"

The orgy had gone deeper into the woods today in search of "fresh" 
fruchup, so the trip took longer than usual.  At last Lola and Korn 
burst out of the woods into the familiar clearing before the rock.

As usual, most of the Pridans were fucking each other, but several were
standing around a larger figure on hands and knees with a Pridan humping
behind it and another in front, against whom a blonde, long-haired head
was bobbing.

"Only _two_?" said Lola.

One of the standing Pridans heard her and turned.  "She will not give 
her ass."

The blonde head rose and looked around.  "Did I hear a woman?"

Lola said aside, "Korn!  What's wrong with your little pals?"

"'Wrong?'"

"She still has sense enough to talk!"  Lola strolled up to the girl, who
rose to her feet, leaving her dismayed partners exhibiting erect wet 
cocks.  "Am I right?  Didn't you just open a door in the library marked 
_Do Not Use_?"

"Yeah.  I think I found your clothes.  And somebody else's.  Uh, where 
am I, anyway?"

"Haven't you guessed?  This is fuckers' heaven."

The girl glanced around.  "Heaven for _little_ fuckers, maybe.  But not
for me.  I don't belong here."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't like to fuck."  She blinked as if in realization.  
"That is, I didn't."

"Something happened recently?"

The girl nodded as if reluctantly.  "I had my first orgasm."

"You recognized it, did you?"  Lola giggled.  "Like I said, fuckers' 
heaven."

"I guess."

"I am Lola Simpson.  Who are you?"

"Sonya Higgins.  The guys call me Sonny."

"Really?  I doubt they confuse you with a boy."

Sonya had perky, B-cup breasts with pointed pink nipples, blue eyes and
very yellow hair gathered into a ponytail and dangling almost to her 
waist.  She was slim, pretty and of medium height.

"They can't."  Sonya giggled.  "The coach won't let them."

"The coach?  Are you some kind of a jock?"

"I'm a cheerleader.  The jocks all love me."

Lola gestured.  "Like this?"

"Well ... no."

Lola smiled.  "Probably not, if you really just had your first orgasm."

"Oh, I did."  The girl's eyes lit.  "It was awesome!"  She looked around
and her face fell.  "Oh!  I don't even know who did it!"

"My first one here did it to me.  Korn, who was first on Sonya?"

"Sonny!" the girl corrected.

Korn made an inquiry then pointed.  "Blin was first."

"How can you tell them apart?" said Sonny, adding, "Yeah, that's him!"

She rushed to the indicated dwarf, lifted him off his feet and pressed 
him to her bosom.  "Oh, you little sweetheart!" she cried, kissing his 
nose.

His hand squeezed a tit and he said gamely, "Sonny is sweet too."

"Blin will be my little man," she said, returning him to his feet.

"I am Sonny's little man," he said proudly, grinning around at his 
fellows.  Lola heard no mockery in the voice.

Lola said, "Korn, can Sonny and I chat a while before the entertainment
resumes?"

"Why not?" he answered, spreading his hands.  "We like to hear women 
talk."

"Thank you.  Sonny, sit with me here in the shade."

The indicated spot held two small boulders which might have been placed
to facilitate human -- or Crogan -- conversation, as indeed Lola 
suspected.  They sat at the foot of trees convenient as back rests.  
Ensconced each upon her boulder, the two women smiled at each other.  
The Pridans clustered around, clearly ready to listen for a change.

"I gather you're in high school," said Lola.  "How old are you?"

"You're right.  I'm 17, a junior.  Where is this place really?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you.  Which I will.  This is Earth, 
just not the one you know.  Two races of beings inhabit it: the Pridans,
who you've met, and the Crogans.  Maybe you should also count human 
women.  You're the third to come here."

"Only three of us?  No men?"

"Plenty of males, but no men.  If it makes you feel any better, the 
Crogans are full-sized, like human males."

Sonny shrugged.  "Why should it?  I'm suddenly in love with Pridans -- 
one, anyway."  She glanced fondly at Blin, standing beside her.  His 
head leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.  She caught his face and 
pulled his lips to hers.

After a deep kiss she licked her lips and grinned at Lola.  "They taste
sweet -- all over!"

"Of course you know what tastes sweetest."

"Their jizz!  Oh, yes, I must've hooked up with half a dozen."

"They complained you wouldn't have them anally."

"Oh, no!  I'm too fastidious for that."

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No!"

"Well, you will."

"Speaking of men -- boys, I mean," said Sonny, changing the subject, 
"has anybody seen Jordan?"

"Who's that?"

"The linebacker who was chasing me in the library.  I dodged into what I
thought was a closet, hoping it would have a doorlock, to get away from
him.  I know he saw me go in there."  She stood up, shaded her eyes and
carefully studied the woods behind the Front Door Rock.

"You think a boy might've come here?"

"He wanted a blowjob in the library, would you believe?"

"Sit down.  I believe it if you sucked him off before."

"Well, yeah.  More than once too."

"What was your objection this time?"

"In the library?"

"Well," said Lola, "you don't have to worry about Jordan.  Not as long 
as you stay here."

"I don't?"

"When a boy opens that door, all he sees is a closet."

"Really?  How does that work?"

"Some of Harley's magic.  You'll meet Harley after a while."

Sonny thought it over and smiled.  "Those guys pestered me so bad, 
called me 'Hot Lips.'  It's good to be shed of them."

"Didn't you like to suck dicks? "

"Well ... actually ..."

"A cheerleader, you say?  As I recall, the cheerleaders at my high 
school were a wild bunch.  At least they had that reputation."

"You weren't one?"

"No.  I didn't care for sports -- I should say, for athletics -- either
to play or watch."

"What else is there in high school?"

Lola laughed.  "I could only see the boys.  What did you mean, you don't
belong here?"

"Mostly I would only ... hook up with the boys."

"What does that mean?  You would only suck their cocks?"

The girl blushed and looked away while nodding.

Lola smiled.  "What did you do -- specialize, so to speak?"

Sonny sighed.  "You have to let them come on to you if you want to be 
accepted.  I gave it to my boyfriend when I was 14, and it was awful."

"Didn't it get better?"

"No.  Well, it didn't hurt after the first time, at least not much.  My
girlfriend said I was frigid."

"You're not frigid to the Pridans -- Blin, anyway."

"No."  Her face lit up and she squeezed her new pet against her side.  
Again he fondled a breast.

Eyes askance on her subject, she asked, "Don't their things ever go 
down?"

"When they're sleepy.  You might like the Crogans better."

"I might?"

"Theirs definitely go down.  Did you suck all the jocks?"

Sonny blinked but grinned slightly.  "Okay, so I did.  Coach, too."

Lola chuckled.  "I can just imagine them lining up."

"It wasn't like that!  It happened at parties, under the bleachers, in 
the coach's office, in the bus going to the game.  And coming back if we
won."

"Under the bleachers?  And you thought the library was worse?"

Sonny blushed and dropped her eyes.

"All those sweaty dicks on the bus!" said Lola.

Sonny giggled.  "You know, I got to like that taste.  It tasted safe.  
After they shot your mouth full, they didn't want anything else for a 
while."

"Even the coach?"

The girl frowned.  "Why do you ask that?"

"Most men aren't satisfied with just a blowjob."

Sonny shook her head.  "I'm talking too much."

"Huh!  You think anybody here would tell on you?"

"You might."

"Not a chance.  What did the coach do to you?"

Lola heard a note of pride.  "He wants me to go to an out-of-state game
with him this weekend."

"You've already fucked him, haven't you?"

"Once.  Sitting facing him in his lap in his office."

"And didn't like it, I'll bet."

"Scared to death somebody would come in.  He made me strip."

"Liked those perky tits, did he?"

"So he said."

"That son of a bitch.  Coaches have it made, don't they?"

"If you tell him no, he can fix you."

"Sonny, I've got news for you.  Keep a little of his jizz for the DNA 
test and you could fix him -- for at least 10 years."

The girl's eyes rounded.  "But he's been so good to me!"

Lola snorted.  "Not as good as Blin."

Sonny's arm tightened around the dwarf's hips.  "I'm in love with Blin."
His hands squeezed both her breasts.  Her hand cupped his balls.  
"Aren't these too big?" she murmured.

"Not by comparison," said Lola.  "It's the dick that might be too big."

"Not by comparison!" declared Sonny with a bright grin.  "Does his ... 
erection mean he wants me again?"

"Definitely."

"Goody!"  Arm under his buttocks, Sonny raised the dwarf's hips to her 
face.  To Lola's watching eye, the female mouth accepted a respectable 
part of the projecting cock.  When the lips undulated, the rest 
disappeared.

"Hello!" Lola cried.  "That thing is a good six inches, you know."

Spittle dripped from Blin's balls.  Sonny's head bobbed, exposing the 
first inch.

Lola said admiringly, "She's really had experience!"

Korn's eyes were bright.  "Life is getting more interesting!"


* * *


Recovering from submersion in the orgy was becoming familiar to Lola.  
She sat up, shook the excess semen off her face and looked around, no 
longer so groggy as after the first experiences.  Fewer Pridans were in
sight than earlier.  Sunlight slanting almost horizontally through the 
nearby trees told her why: it was supper time.

Both Sonny and Daisy were nearby and still being plowed by two Pridans 
each.  Sonny obviously no longer refused the use of her anus -- to the 
contrary, judging by her enthusiastic hip motions.  Two wet-dicked 
Pridans were slouching away into the woods, presumably Lola's own most 
recent partners.  Korn waited patiently nearby and smiled when she 
looked at him.

She got to her feet and went to Sonny.  The girl lay face down, her 
cheek in the grass, smiling blissfully.  The Pridan lying beneath her at
an angle was grunting as he came.  Lola craned her neck to admire the 
jizz gushing from around his invaginated dick.

Shortly he dragged himself from under the girl, got to his feet, grinned
weakly at Lola and voiced his opinion, "Pussy is the best."

"Jaft, aren't you?" said Lola.  "You've said that before."

"Always say it."  He rubbed his belly.  "Now for food."

As Jaft scampered away, the sodomizer looked up at Lola.  "I too am 
hungry."

She snickered.  "Can't believe you'd rather eat than come!"

"Already come many times today."  With that he rose from the girl and 
followed Jaft into the woods.

Either repletion or the dearth of other Pridans -- or both -- influenced
Daisy's two remaining lovers.  They sprang away from her and ran after 
their fellows, leaving only Korn to protect the three females.

Looking after them, Lola said to him, "So you don't leave a constant 
watch at Front Door Rock."

"Two will return after supper," he responded.

"Who decides that?  Who assigns them?  Harley?"

Korn's face screwed up in obvious puzzlement.  "Who is Harley?"

She stared at him in astonishment but instinctively said no more on that
subject.

Recovery from the orgy was also old-hat to Daisy.  She sat up and 
regarded the still shuddering Sonny.  "A new girl?  Really?"

"Her name is Sonya," said Lola.  "She wants to be called Sonny.  Help me
get her to come out of it."

They turned her over and sat her up.  At their touch the new girl soon 
quietened and looked dazedly from one to the other.  "Oh, god!" she said
faintly.

"A new trip, eh?" said Daisy with a grin.

"Oh, god!"

"Bet'cha never took a trip that good!"

Sonny's eyes cleared.  "I don't use drugs."

Daisy giggled.  "Then I know you never took a trip that good!"

Sonny felt of herself.  "God, I'm a mess!"

"Means you've had the most fun of your life."

"That's true," said the girl seriously.  "I really have."  She looked 
around.  "Where's Blin?"

"Probably went to supper," said Lola.

"'Supper?'"  The girl's eyes brightened.

"You hungry?"

"Famished and parched."  She licked her lips introspectively.  "Well, 
maybe not too thirsty."

Daisy sniggered.  "Not as if you had nothing to drink."

"Vanilla cream."  Sonny grinned but shook her head.  "That's impossible,
you know."

"Not here," said Lola, extending a hand.  "Come on, let's go.  We'll 
show you the much less delightful but more filling stuff called 
fruchup."

"Upchuck?" repeated Sonny doubtfully.

"Hey, that's good!" declared Daisy.  "But sour it ain't.  At least you 
look younger than this old lady here.  I'm Daisy."

"'Old lady,'" repeated Lola dryly while the two younger girls hugged 
each other, ignoring their semen-spattered bodies.  "This is Korn," she
added, indicating the Pridan.

Sonny studied him and said crossly, "He's not Blin."

"I'm sure you'll find Blin at the fruchup tree.  Come on."

"'_Tree_?'  We eat from a tree?"

"From a tree, but not fruit."

"What is all this, Lola?  Where are we really?"

Lola and Daisy gave Sonny the quick summary as they followed Korn 
through the woods.  Among the dining Pridans her first reaction to 
fruchup was, "Yuck!" with the addition after another thoughtful mouthful
of, "Could be worse.  Not as bad as liver and spinach."

"Don't knock liver," said Lola.  "Wait till you taste beljer."

"Worse?"

Daisy, eating nearby, chimed in.  "Tastes even better than Woods World 
jizm."

"Hard to believe.  Where do you get it -- from a beljer tree?"

"No," said Lola.  "The Palace of Light makes it somehow.  We'll take 
you there tomorrow morning."

Sonny made a face but swallowed.  "Let's go now."

"It's not a short way and it's getting dark."

"Okay."

A Pridan approached Sonny.  When she looked around, her eyes brightened.
"Blin!"  Then she frowned.  "Blin, you bad boy!  You left me!"

"So you could keep having fun," he explained, hugging her hip.  His hand
reached up and squeezed a tit.

"You sound like a jock!"  To Lola she continued, "They're not 
possessive, are they?"

"Not a bit.  Now that I think of it, I don't believe anyone in Woods 
World has a jealous bone in his body."

"Except me," she said softly, dropping her eyes.

"Of who?  Blin?"  Lola chuckled.  "You have to get over that, honey.  
They go for the pussy of opportunity.  If you think about it, with so 
many of them and so few of us, that's how it has to be."

"I guess."  But Sonny sounded unconvinced.


* * *


After the breakfast orgy the next morning Lola and Sonny left Daisy with
the Pridans.  Declining to go, the youngest had explained, "Crogans are
all right, Sonny, but I'll stay where the dicks stay hard, thank you."

During the long walk they saw no sign of Stard, which was a mild 
surprise to Lola in view of his interest in fresh meat.  She was again 
surprised when she found no Crogan in the palace.  With a shrug she led
Sonny to the dining room and met her third surprise: Harley with two 
bowls of beljer already set out.

Lola introduced the new girl who responded with a concerned expression,
her eyes on the AI's featureless groin.

"The obvious question," said Lola, "is where are the Crogans?"

"In the woods," said Harley, "pressing olives."

"Olives?"

"And I believe it is your fault.  I am pleased to meet you, Sonya, and 
pleased that you have come here.  Your passion is very deep."

"My what?  Oh, no!"  She blushed.  "Who told you that?  I only found it
out yesterday myself."

Harley smiled.  "Has not Lola told you what I am?  Everything in this 
world reports to me."

"I think she left that out."

Lola shrugged.  "You never think about it.  Harley, you mean to say you
can tell when we come?"

"If you mean orgasm, oh, yes.  I monitor your blood pressure, your 
abdominal temperature, heart rate, average neuronic firing rate, on and
on, all as a matter of course."

"You dirty old man, you!"

"Please, Lola!  It has no prurient purpose.  My only objective is to 
keep everyone healthy and content."

"Well, I admit you don't have a dick for it to make hard."

"No, I do not."  He emitted a sigh.  "Which I sometimes regret."

"You poor thing!" Sonny consoled.

"Thank you.  I decided to meet you, Lola and Sonny, to welcome Sonny and
to tell Lola that her second menstrual period was more surprising to me
even than her."

"Yeah, about that: thought you said I wouldn't have any more."

"I am afraid I was totally mistaken."

"What?  The great Harley mistaken?"

"The night tree retrieved that egg from you and I found out why.  You, 
totally unlike your sister, have a DNA sequence violently incompatible 
with the essence of both Pridans and Crogans.  I would need to create an
entirely different male sequence to impregnate you, which my programming
specifically prohibits."

She said confidently, "Harley, you can do anything.  Just change me."

"It would kill you."

"Oh, oh."

"My dear Lola, I hope your infertility is not too big a disappointment."

"How about with human sperm?"

"No problem there."

She grinned slowly.  "Then no problem anywhere.  The Pridans like to 
fuck in the blood."

"Yes, I noticed.  So do you."

"Nothing like it!"

Sonny looked at the older woman as if she were an exhibit in the zoo.

Harley said to her, "Sonya, how do you like beljer?"

"It is delicious.  May I have some more?"  She held out her bowl.

"Lola will show you how to fill it."

"In a minute," said the latter.  "Harley, I have something I need to 
warn you about."

"To warn me?  Are you perhaps referring to the young man who attempted 
to follow Sonya yesterday?"

Lola sniffed.  "Of course you knew about it!  Did you also know about 
the guy who caught me leaving the closet the last time I went home?"

"No."  The AI studied her face.  "If he caught you --"

"How did I get back?  I did something very stupid: I let my parents know
all about Woods World, including the door in the library."

"You told me that."

"They didn't take it well.  I hurried back to the library and had no 
problem.  Apparently Sonny didn't either.  So I guess the avenue -- did
I hear you call it a portal?  -- is still open.  But you might want to 
consider making another one."

"Do you perhaps have a suggestion?"

"As a matter of fact.  Gossip is that the women in the Lindonfield 
Baptist Church are the most repressed in town.  I knew girls like that 
who turned into eager sluts when they found out what it was all about.  
How about putting a portal in one of the women's toilets there?"  She 
sniggered.  "To be frank, Harley, I'm looking forward to the 
expressions on those old girls' faces when a Pridan strokes his dick 
at them!"

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