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From: snarler@maple.circa.ufl.edu (Drifter...)

Subject: REPOST: Erost-List 9, Volume 2

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Once again, we have received an anonymous KANA file from a JANET node. Because of the difficulties with the last such submission, we are forced to declare the official language for EROS-LIST to be English, and to refuse submissions in any other languages. Sorry folks, but this is mainly to avoid the translation difficulties that resulted in Issue 2, Volume 2.

Seems like the author of "Make Love Not War" took the reader's comment to heart and write a very explicit alien story. Everything you could possibly want in science-fiction erotica:

Strange Bedfellows sub-Two
by
Robert Poole

Being one of only four humans on board a wrulinng starliner has its
advantages; I mean, besides the company perks, there's always the
security of knowing that I'll get laid sooner or later, if only because
one of the others is looking for variety. Hell, being bisexual, I had
something to offer everyone, and it wasn't as though we were in great
risk of swapping diseases among ourselves, isolated as we were from the
rest of humanity, and innoculated against any possible latent disease. I
guess my interest in sex with the others just started flagging, mainly
because of the lack of variety; it wasn't just that they were the same
old faces and bodies over and over again, it was the fact that the very
sexual acts we performed were the same, without fail. It was as though
the others were afraid of trying anything new whatsoever. I guess you
could say I got disgusted with them.
You can imagine my chagrin when, last month, our main drive coils
burned out about a day out from Dunkirk Station, and we didn't have
enough fuel left to get back to station within safety margins. It was
going to be a week before they could get a tug to pull us back in, and
longer still for the repairs to be effected, so most of the crew wound up
being holed up in quarters with little to do except routine maintenance.
Life support and food supplies were optimal, and I knew what most of the
others planned on doing for the duration, but there was no way in hell
they were going to get me to participate, no way. I was planning on
curling up with a good book or two and just reading, with maybe a break
for some much needed exercise.
I guess it was the second day of my self-enforced celibacy that
things started going wrong; I don't mean personal problems started
cropping up, I mean major systems of the ship started failing. I had to
help repair one of the air filters, in a section of the ship without
gravity; I was working with a quilaan woman, a junior engineer on the
ship and a capable astrogator as well. Quilaan are feline humanoids,
somewhat shorter than humans, and much more muscular. Like Terran cats,
they have retractable claws and fur; unlike Terran cats, they're biped,
and have opposable thumbs, so all in all, they fit the human body plan
pretty closely. This one had gold fur with gray stripes, which I thought
was rather beautiful, and I guess you could say I found her attractive in
general, though in an odd sort of way. (I think it might have something
to do with my penchant for muscular women.)
"You must be the new human boy," she said, looking me over as I
joined her in the ventilation shaft.
"Uh, yeah, Ken Holden."
She nodded curtly. "Hlithspats Juun, Ni. Let's get to work on
this, shall we?"
"Uh, sure." The filter was really a complicated affair; there
were several levels of activated carbon slabs, and there were
electrostatic plates perpendicular to the slabs and sandwiched between
them to deionize the air passing through. One of the slabs had its
porous plastic lining torn, and little particles of activated carbon were
streaming out of it. I was wearing eye gear, fortunately, and had a
strong handhold. I began moving toward the slab, and about three
handholds into that little endeavor, I contacted a hot plate.
"Sheeeit!"
"Yeah?"
"Looks like the carbon's not the only thing we have to worry about.
Insulator denatured on the other side."
"Oh, good. Just what we need." She edged toward me. "Think we
can still do the repairs ourselves?"
"Ummm..." As I said this, my goggles began slipping off my face;
the straps were loose, and I had my head tilted in such a way that the
air currents did the rest. Mistake number one. I let go of the handhold
to catch my goggles. Mistake number two. Floating freely, and being
pushed along by air currents, I tumbled into a piece of equipment I could
not identify (blinded as I was by the "soot") and smacked my head hard.
I managed to grab its edges before I slid away down the shaft. I think I
blacked out for a minute, then I felt something furry brush my cheek. I
grabbed at it with my left hand; it took me a moment to realize it was
Hlithspats' tail. I climbed it against the air current, until I reached
her hips. I was embarrassed when I realized I was firmly grasping her
buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and she wasn't telling me to let go.
I somehow got my arms around her waist and clung there, still
hurting tremendously and still blind for all intents and purposes. "How
are you doing?" she asked.
"Head hurts like hell."
"Mmmm-hmmmm." She plucked my arms from around her waist and,
one-handed, maneuvered me, ostensibly to survey the damage. "Just
bruised badly, a little cut. I don't think you had enough delta-vee to
get a concussion. Let me tend your wounds in my cabin."
Of course, I should have realized, even if the "in my cabin" part
hadn't tipped me off, that "let me tend your wounds" is a come-on for a
race of hunters and carnivores. I was too much of a wreck to say
anything except, "All right, you lead the way."
Back in her cabin, Hlithspats flushed my eyes with a squeeze-bottle
of water. Then she applied a tincture and a small adhesive bandage to my
cut. "You know," she began casually, "there's only one quilaan man on
board this ship."
"Uh, really?"
"Yes," she said as she began to examine my shoulder, her breath
hot on my neck. "And I must share him with my sisters."
I laughed nervously. "Um, you meant that figuratively, right?"
She shook her head, her mane flying out about her head. "No, all
the quilaan women on the crew are my biological sisters; we all have the
same mother." She paused to give me a devastating look, her pupils
contracting to dagger-like slits and her ears laid back. "Is it fair
that I have to share one man with the rest of my kin?"
"I -- I don't know."
"Well, it's not." She began to unzip the front of her coveralls.
"It's a waste of my womanhood, to spend all my time waiting for one man,
and then never being satisfied because he's only one man." She unzipped
her coveralls the rest of the way. "I'll bet you've never mated outside
your species before."
"N-no," I stammered.
Her coveralls dropped to the floor; I had only guessed at what kind
of alien beauty was hidden by them. She had four breasts, each smaller
than the human average, but all perfect, with ripe red nipples so
achingly familiar in their appearance. Above her vulva, there was a
fleshy scarlet mound peeking out beneath a tuft of fur longer than
quilaan normal. Probably the equivalent of pubic hair, I thought. What
the mound was, I had no idea. She began to breathe faster. "Now is my
season, and I have no one to satisfy me! Feel how I burn." She strode
toward me and grabbed my hand, placing it against her mound; it felt hot,
the flesh puffy and swollen. "Satisfy me," she growled.
I hastened to fulfill her needs. I moved to kiss her, wondering how
a kiss would feel because of her cleft upper lip, but she put a finger on
my lips. "We don't share that custom with humans. Our foreplay is more
direct."
I nodded, and took off my coveralls. She reached down and grasped
my penis, which was already enlarging. "Ah, just as big as I had hoped
for, and unsheathed!" She began stroking it, and I moved my hand to her
mound, then underneath it to titillate her nether lips. "Owmmmf."
"Is that what you like?"
"Move your fingers up, under the mound. You'll feel a little nub
there, under the fold of flesh. There! Ahhhh." I guessed that this
was the quilaan equivalent of a clitoris, and I stroked it harder, hoping
I could elicit a favorable response from her. She lifted one leg off the
ground and placed her foot on my thigh, claws out. "That's very good."
I tried sliding one finger, then another into her waiting vagina. Her
vulva lips tightened around my fingers at first, amazingly strong,
barring entry. Then she relaxed them slowly. "You're impatient. That
might ruin our lovemaking."
"I want to please you," I said, and I think I actually meant it.
She squeezed my penis harder, then let go of it. She pushed my hand away
from her vulva reluctantly.
"Do humans engage in oral foreplay?"
"Most of the ones I know do."
She nodded and sank to her knees, enveloping my penis with a moist
heat that was exquisite; her saliva was thicker than what I expected, and
the wonderful viscosity heightened my pleasure. She stopped for a moment
and looked up, arching her whiskers at me (a kind of smiling gesture, I
assumed). "It's so smooth!"
"Your tongue is so rough..."
She growled deep in her throat and returned to her task. When I
began to gasp, she stopped. "Perhaps we should go to the bed?" She
gestured to the large, bowl-shaped bed in the corner of the room. I
nodded and we climbed in, arranging the cushions and blankets to make us
comfortable. She got me to lie squarely in the center of the bed, then
lowered her crotch over my face, tantalizing me with the sweet, musky
odor of her strange womanhood. Meanwhile, she grasped my penis with her
prehensile tail and began stroking it, her soft fur creating wonderful
sensations. I snaked my tongue out and tasted her essence, more brackish
that what I was accustomed to, but not unpleasant. She tightened her
vulva lips again and caught my tongue, laughing as she did so. Then she
relaxed. "Move it more around the outside, and concentrate on the
little nub you found earlier." She slowed the pace of her tail working
my penis, knowing I would come too soon if she didn't.
"Is this good?"
"Better. Mrrrrrrow... Yes, suck on the edges! Unghhh." I ran
my tongue around the insides of the lips, making them twitch and contract
involuntarily. She begam to purr softly. "I think I'm quite ready for
a change of pace now." She moved her body away, then repositioned
herself on all fours. "Would you like to mount me from behind? I can
promise you won't fall out." She raised her tail invitingly.
I moved to comply, with her hand to guide me in; she then clamped
her vagina firmly around my penis, making movement difficult but
heightening the pleasurable friction. I reached underneath, down to her
belly, then curled my fingers under her mound to stimulate her clitoris.
"Ooh! Not a novice, are you?"
"No." I began to thrust harder, until finally I could take it no
longer. I gasped, cried out, and came in several delicious waves. She
must have felt my climax, because she relaxed and allowed me to exit.
"I told you you were too impatient. I'm still not sated."
I brought her around and cradled her in my arms, then moved my face
to nuzzle her breasts. While stroking her womanhood with my hand, I
began to suck her nipples, each in turn, savoring their velvety texture.
A thin trickle of fluid came from one. "Are you a kitten that you need
a mother's nourishment?" she teased.
"Mmmm-hmmmm."
She began to purr again, louder this time. Then she, too, began to
gasp as my fingers working within her began to have their desired effect;
she tried to push my hand away, to prolong the buildup, but I wanted her
to lose control, and finally, she did, her walls pulsing in contraction
after contraction.

I was absolutely exhausted the next day; I managed to make up some
kind of excuse to avoid going back to working on the air filters. I went
to the med center to get checked by the ship's physician, just to be sure
there was nothing wrong with me; she was a liptath, a very human-like
marsupial with almost no hair at all, and very charming. Her name was
K!Krenth, or something close to that. I was her only scheduled patient
for the day, so she recommended that we go to the recreation deck for a
nice game of chess to relax with. I was game, so to speak.
She played a mean game of blitz chess; I only won one out of six
games. After the chess, we talked about general ship's gossip. Somehow
the topic of conversation came back to me. "I hear you had an encounter
with Hlithspats, Ken. Did you both enjoy it?"
"Hmmm? Oh, yes, I certainly enjoyed it, and since you heard about
it, I guess she did also. I didn't expect it to be that good."
"I see. You know, I've been meaning to do a study on interspecies
sexual relations since I joined up with this company. This ship is the
perfect opportunity to do such a study. But I haven't collected much --
first hand data, I guess you could say."
I began to get the feeling that I was being set up. "I take it
you'd want to do a little, ah, personal research?"
"In a manner of speaking. I'd like to observe some interspecies
sexual interaction -- strictly for research, of course. I've set up a
special room where observations could be made..."
"Oh." I don't know why, but somehow I was disappointed. I was
almost hoping for more personal involvement with K!Krenth. Then a
strange idea suddenly took hold in my mind. "Could I see this room? I
mean, so that I can see whether the illusion of privacy is maintained."
"Of course! Follow me." We walked around the rim of the ship
from the rec center, to a section near medical. That made sense;
K!Krenth wouldn't want people to have much of a chance of tapping into
video cables carrying sensitive stuff like this! She opened the door,
and I followed her in. Inside the dimly lit room, there were a variety
of cushioned chairs, padded parallel bars, and on the floor, a large
black futon strewn with black throw cushions. I noticed that this room
was one of the ones with a null-grav option.
"You must've converted this from one of the micro-gyms."
"Oh, yes. In a sense, it's simply a different kind of gymnasium
now." We laughed together. I was standing nearer the door and began to
push it closed. K!Krenth noticed and stopped laughing, looking suddenly
very nervous. "Well, I think I should get back to my office..."
"Are you afraid of me? I mean, you're planning on using me..."
K!Krenth fidgeted. "I -- I'm afraid you'll hurt me."
"I'm usually very gentle."
"That's not what Hlithspats said." She laughed nervously. "You
don't realize that there are certain... anatomical problems with some
possible pairings."
"I think you'll have to reacquaint me with some basic biology."
K!Krenth frowned. I thought I had lost it. Then she shrugged out
of her coveralls in one impossibly fluid motion. Her chest was flatter
than mine; she didn't have any external nipples, but that wasn't
surprising, since they had to be inside her marsupial pouch. What
surprised me was the size of her... femininity. I mean, it was so
small! I would have been surprised if I could work my index finger
inside, and my fingers are skinny. "You see?"
"Yes, I see." I thought for a minute. There was no reason we
couldn't do anything together. "What about oral sex?"
"You're kidding."
"Try me."
"But you'd never be fulfilled!"
"You can reciprocate, can't you?"
"Well, yes, of course, but..."
"That's fulfillment enough." I moved to strip off my clothes,
too. Soon, the futon was being put to good use. As was my tongue, and
little finger. ("Sorry, my pinky only has so much stamina.") Though
we couldn't copulate, I felt as though this was one of the kinkiest
experiences I've ever had.

We had installed a voice-only intercom in the copulatorium, as I had
dubbed the room K!Krenth had furnished for her study. She buzzed me.
"Yeah? Who do I have today?"
"Ken, the captain is going to be there any minute." K!Krenth
paused dramatically. "Her consort is going to be with her."
"Oh, Jesus."
Right on schedule, the captain entered, her mate following closely
behind. They were wrulinng; they looked like someone's demented
anthropomorphization of chipmunks, except...
Well, they have six limbs, four of which are legs. And the females
have eight tits. And they don't usually wear clothes, which makes it
kind of hard not to stare when you're in the room with one of their
females. Or one of their males.
You see, there are a couple of other aspects of them that are either
extremely sexy or extremely amusing. One is the fact that the males are
somewhat overendowed. The other is the fact that both genders have two
sets of copulatory organs.
How the hell was I going to pull this off?
The captain strode forward, very dignified and centaur-like. She
was larger than I was, so naturally I felt intimidated. "So, you're the
human stud who's been bedding my crew."
"Uh, yes, ma'am."
"I'll bet you think you're hot shit, screwing all my best hands."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Shut up! I hate a wiseass." She paused. "Boy, I don't know
whether to space you for not letting me have officer's privilege, or to
reward you for boosting crew morale."
"Privilege...? Morale...?"
"Don't play stupid, son." She licked one of her clawed fingers.
"Look, you want to set things right? I'm more than willing to listen to
an apology." I was trying to avoid a monster tit which was jiggling
uncomfortably close to my chest.
Her mate had come around to my side, and he spoke directly into my
right ear. His large round ears were laid back. "Look, if you give her
what she wants, you might get out of this alive. I'll try to distract
her as much as possible."
In a near whisper, I asked, "What the hell interest do you have in
my survival?"
"I hear you swing both ways."
I said nothing. Instead, I unzipped and shrugged out of my
coveralls. The captain's consort surreptitiously slid his left hand down
my back to touch my ass; I jumped, wondering how long he had had his eye
on me. (How the hell was I going to deal with him, after I was done with
her?) The captain hit the null-grav switch, and we caromed into the
padded walls as I tried to escape a potentially crushing six-limbed
embrace. The captain, facing me, cornered me and began to impale herself
on my involuntary erection. This enabled her to clasp me with her
forward pair of legs. "Vinli!" she called after her consort, "Help me
out!" He bounced off the far wall and expertly judged his trajectory so
that he could mount her from behind, entering her other orifice.
I suddenly realized that the wrulinng must have sex face to face,
just like humans, for their unusual copulatory setup to work. That could
only mean that one pair of legs was unnecessary for walking, at least
part of the time. Christ, these suckers were huge! I weakly tried to
thrust against the captain's body, meanwhile trying to keep from
smothering against her uppermost pair of breasts. No luck; she seized
the back of my head with her (surprisingly) sharp clawed hand and pressed
my face against one of them. I managed to get my lips around one nipple,
rather long and meant for nursing, and began to suck, feeling like a
child (or maybe a child's rag doll).
Apparently, Vinli blew his load; at least he had another "cannon"
to put to work, so I had to switch places with him. He guided me gently
into a reasonably comfortable position, and I held on for dear life with
my hands, thrusting from behind while he repositioned to take the
"missionary" position. The captain looked back and said, sneeringly,
"Don't get lost around the rim."
Well, I tried not to get lost. The viscosity was different, but the
warm wetness surrounding me was still a familiar one. I began to get
into it, with longer strokes, and an occasional short, staggered stroke.
Vinli kept up his business, exactly how I have no idea. The captain
began crying out, yelping and chittering in some language which was
probably way beyond my range of hearing. In English, she urged me on.
"Faster, boy, you've got to pump faster!" I tried harder; the friction
was bringing me close to an orgasm, but I was afraid that if I quit too
soon, I might be bullied into a repeat performance, which I would not
enjoy. (It wasn't the body that turned me off, honestly, it was the
attitude.)
Suddenly, some very intense contractions started around my shaft; I
guessed the captain was having her orgasm. I thanked whatever deity was
responsible and drove home, trying to prolong her pleasure as much as
possible.
"That's it, you little human shit, keep it up, yes, yeeeeeees, oh,
oh, oh, eeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaagh!" The captain, who had braced herself
with one hand on a handhold and had kept us all from tumbling around, let
go; in fact, her whole body went limp. We careened into a section of the
room which, wouldn't you know it, had a cushion torn off. Ouch. Of
course, I didn't feel much of the pain once I was unconscious.

When I got out of the med center, Hlithspats visited me in my room.
"I'm so sorry the captain treated you so poorly."
"Yeah, so am I."
"She didn't impair your... ah, sexual functions, did she?"
"Oh, no. Vinli made sure she didn't drain me too dry. I suspect
part of his motivations were selfish." He actually was kind of gentle
with me, I thought. "I suppose I could get it up, but you'll have to be
on top; I cracked a couple ribs."
She shucked off her clothes sensuously and gingerly removed mine,
pausing to ask every once in a while if I was all right. "Oh, look,
he's all big and hard, now!" She licked the underside of my shaft, saw
my expression, and decided the direct approach was the best. She climbed
on top and began a slow, rhythmic undulation, up and down, around in a
circle, forward and back. She did splits, for Christ's sake, and went
down on me that way. I guess we were pretty intent on the sex, because
neither of us noted when her mate walked into my room.
The large, burly quilaan man picked Hlithspats up off of me and
roughly threw her aside. "So, you're the usurper, this `Ken' everyone's
talking about on the ship. You're not so tough, from the looks of those
bandages." He suddenly noticed my erection, still glistening wet from
Hlithspats' attentions, and he laid his ears flat. Looking away, he
said, "The least you could do is cover up that... I mean, with my
woman's..."
"If it's your woman's love juice on my prick, maybe you should lick
it off." I winced at my choice of tough-isms, but I didn't have time to
calculate their effect precisely.
He whirled on me in a rage, forgetting his prior embarrassment.
"You son of a bitch, I should..." At that point, I grabbed for his
crotch from a sitting position on my bed. He stared down at my hand,
mortified. I was squeezing his testicles, and I could feel his penis
growing rigid within its sheath.
"Looks like you're not so tough yourself."
Hlithspats got up from the floor and placed a hand carefully on his
shoulder, claws in. "M'lord, leave Ken alone. He's hurt no one."
Hlithspats' mate looked terribly confused; I was enjoying watching
him wrestle with his forbidden desires, probably long held in check.
"Well," I said, "it looks like he can't decide whether to go or stay.
Let's make his mind up for him, shall we?" Before either of them could
react, I unzipped his coveralls and slid them down. I met with no
resistance.
"M'lord!" Hlithspats cried, "You don't need to do this if you
don't want to."
"No, I, ah, don't know..."
I put my hands on his hips. "Hmmm, now what do we have here?"
His penis was just beginning to poke out of its protective sheath, and I
did my best to try to tease it out. Flexibility was a problem, but not
insurmountable. Stroking his shaft, I gauged his maximum extensibility
and how far I could angle his penis outward. I began to suck on his
penis, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. I had to stop twice,
because the penis spines on his glans were cutting into my cheeks and
tongue. I looked up at his face, which was a mask of conflicting
emotions. "Good?"
"N-no... I mean yes! I mean..." His tail slashed back and forth
like a scythe. I had to play this thing just right. His green eyes were
wide with shock; they shone like perfect emeralds.
"Sit down on the bed." I looked over where Hlithspats stood,
shocked to her core. "You, too."
Both of them were numbed; I guess Hlithspats had no idea, and her
mate didn't expect me to react to his threats with a come-on. I pushed
him down on the bed, and continued my fellatio; Hlithspats took the
initiative of working on my penis, and her mate began to perform
cunnilingus on her. (Hey, it was a big bed!) I broke our triangle
briefly to ask him a question. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Mmmm," he said, dazed. "Yoshu. Lord Yoshu. Mmmm. Spacing
clan."
I nodded. "You ever have sex with a man before, Yoshu?"
He shook his head, the curls of his mane spilling out deliciously
around his head. "Gods, no. I thought it would really sicken me, too,
but..."
"You're very handsome." I went back to ministering to his needs.
Hlithspats stopped what she was doing and gave me a shocked look, which I
ignored. Taking the initiative, Yoshu decided to try a little
reciprocation.
"Let me try," he said to her. Yoshu grasped my penis awkwardly,
nearly ripping it out by the root, then began stroking it, hesitantly.
I stopped what I was doing for a moment. "You don't have to do
what I think you're thinking of doing."
He said nothing, but opened his mouth and took my organ inside,
swirling his rough tongue experimentally around the shaft and the head.
I groaned, and he seemed pleased with himself. He began to suck, but his
mouth was a little too tight, and his sharp teeth began raking into my
flesh.
"Relax your jaw a little, or you're going to cut my prick to
ribbons."
He complied, which satisfied me. I began alternating my attention
between his testicles and his organ, trying to draw out his pleasure.
Hlithspats had taken to masturbating by herself, not a participant but
probably acting the voyeur. I could tell Yoshu was close, and I decided
to finish him up. Sensing this, he began to thrust into my mouth, which
at first wasn't unpleasant, but eventually became painful, owing to the
penis spines. They bruised my cheeks, and actually made them bleed; my
tongue took similar punishment. (The spines could only have been maybe a
millimeter long each, but they were sharp, and they pointed the wrong
way.) At least Yoshu was careful not to damage me with his teeth. He
began to gasp as he neared his completion, and stopped sucking; he
gripped my penis with one hand and jerked on it spasmodically.
In what must have seemed choreographed to an outsider, we came
together. I allowed him to come inside my mouth, partially because I
wanted to maintain the feeling of a woman's vagina. His semen was
bitter, kind of like the taste of Potassium Chloride salt substitute. I
swallowed. I looked down as I exploded in Yoshu's face; he laughed out
loud, he was so surprised by my ejaculation. He tentatively licked up
some of my semen, probably just to see what it tasted like. He looked at
me and arched his whiskers, smiling. "That was really good."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Yes..."
"What about me?" Hlithspats wailed. We looked at her, then at
each other, and somehow came to a silent agreement on who would do what
with whom. Somehow, I knew this was going to be a great menage a trois.
Now and forever.
(Don't you just love happy endings?)
And, oh, yeah, there's that date with Vinli next week...

Eros-List 9, Vol. 2

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