Scene suggestion—anup and sourang 8 (Patreon)

This scene is very NSFW and frankly was a whole lot of fun to write. Please enjoy it when not on company time!

Oh, also, this scene is much longer than the others.

Pun intended.

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Lunsdie yelped when Ckkkrt lead him to the bedroom. “Only one bed?” she asked. Then, “You can make me one tomorrow.”

He was about to explain that he couldn’t just make a bed, but she climbed in and pulled him by the wrist until the two were cuddled up together. His bed had been plenty large enough for one, but for two—one of whom was sourang-sized—they only just barely fit. She laid on his pillow and he rested his cheek against her chest, listening to the strong slow beating of her heart.

Lunsdie reached his arm around her and squeezed her close. She curled an arm around his back.

And then he realized it—despite all the fear he had had, he felt … good. Better than good actually. He couldn’t recall ever feeling so content in all his life. Her strange woolen scent that had been off-putting initially had grown on him, and now he found it oddly comforting.

A cool breeze blew in through the open window, carrying the soft chirping of bugs and night birds. Lunsdie thought maybe he could smell the promise of rain.

“Ckkkrt?” he whispered.

“Yes, apprentice?”

“How do you change your DNA?”

Instead of answering, she ran her fingertips up his arm, then paused to trace the edge of his jaw. “You are wondering if you could remove Collapse from your genes.” It wasn’t a question.

“Well, yeah,” he whispered, raising his chin to study her face’s silhouette. “Today’s been the most amazing day. Touching you, being touched, dancing… I’m glad that I’ve had the chance to enjoy it, but it makes me sad thinking that everyone else on the planet is missing out. It’s made me realize just how … empty my life has been. If there was a way to fix this—”

“I do not know how to remove it from your DNA,” she said, and he felt the hope slipping from his fingers like dry sand.

“But you can—”

“Let me show you,” she whispered. “Give me your finger.”

Unsure what to do or what she intended, he lifted a paw and she held his index finger at the base, pinched between the pads of a finger and one of her thumbs. “Can you feel this?” she asked, then she slowly inserted his finger into her mouth.

Lunsdie fought the new surge of panic that shot through him. He was supposed to stay two meters away from everyone at all times, and now his finger was inside her mouth? He wasn’t ready for this much physical contact! His heart raced and sweat blossomed down his back, but he controlled himself. He didn’t pull away.

“Do you feel that?” she said around his finger. Her lips closing around him sent new shockwaves of revulsion down his spine, but he remained steadfast.

With his pad, Lunsdie gently touched the warm roof of her mouth. It was firm and soft. He could feel a faint pattern on its surface. Ckkkrt pushed on his paw and he slid his finger around, trying to find what she wanted him to touch. Near the back of her muzzle, just inside her molars, her palate bulged out in a soft swelling. “Here?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said around his finger.

“What is this?” His mouth had no such feature. His hard palate extended all the way to his teeth.

“Is my venom gland,” she said.

“What?” he shouted, pulling his paw away so quickly that his finger left her muzzle with a pop. In his panic, he tumbled from the bed and onto the chilly floor. She peeked over the bed’s edge and he stared up at the shadowy outline of her face. “You’re poisonous?”

“Well, no,” Ckkkrt chuckled. She extended her paw to him and he hesitated. I should really go wash my paws, he thought, but she didn’t seem to care, so he took her paw and climbed back up. She sat up and he kneeled before her. “We think that our ancient ancestors were venomous,” she explained. “It must have been a very strong toxin, one with mutagenic properties.”

“But not now?” asked Lunsdie.

“As we have evolved, the venom has become something even more useful,” she said. “When I chewed on that bite of ilosa, it squeezed some of the venom from my glands. Then I let it mix in a good long time until I could feel the texture change.”

His ears fell in revulsion, but he couldn’t turn away.

She took his paw in hers. He flinched but then let her. She ran a pad across his palm. “If you work with your paws each day, your palm will grow calloused, right?” He nodded. “That is your body trying to protect itself, building up a defense wherever you need it. My body does a similar thing, except at a genetic level. If the air of your world is caustic to my lungs, my DNA will incorporate it in its defense, so that I can have lung cells like those in the ilosa, cells that are not damaged by the bromine in the air.”

He sat in silence awhile. “And if I drank some of that venom?”

“I doubt it would be good for you,” said Ckkkrt. “Chimeric changes were common on my home world, but as we visit more and more worlds, we find this is a very unusual ability.” With her palm, she stroked the side of his face, letting her fingertips linger behind his ear. “I am sorry, apprentice. If I knew how to help your people, I would.”

He nodded, lowering his face and staring at his knees. Time dragged by with only the night sounds and the sounds of their breathing for company. “When you were talking before,” he whispered, “about eating me. You were teasing me, right?”

Ckkkrt howled a laugh and threw her arms around the bony anup, pulling him close. “I would not eat you!”

He chuckled too, embarrassed. He squeezed her. “No, I mean,” he whispered, afraid to even say anything, to let her see just how foolish he was, “I meant after that, about consuming my DNA…”

She hugged him closer and petted the back of his head in a comforting manner. “Of course, I was teasing you,” she said. “You seem so skittish about such things. I am sorry. I suppose I take joy in seeing you get flustered.”

Lunsdie let out a deep sigh of relief, letting himself melt against her.

She stroked his back some more. “If it makes you uncomfortable,” she said, “if you do not wish to share your DNA with me, I will understand.”

His muscles stiffened and he pulled away, eyes wide and ears up in shock. Did she just say … what I think she said?

“It would help me, of course,” said Ckkkrt, “but I do not wish to make you unhappy. Perhaps instead you can get me other sorts of raw meat—”

“You want to…” he gasped. “We’re talking … about… You mean my … semen, right?”

The sourang chuckled, taking both of his paws in hers and giving them a squeeze. “Of course, silly. I would not want you to get cut so that I could have blood. You would be risking an infection.”

“I… I…” he croaked, unable to form words or even coherent thoughts. “You want to drink…”—his voice grew so soft that it was nearly inaudible—“my semen?”

She squeezed his paws. “I want to mix it with my venom. I want to break out the useful genomes that you have in your DNA. And then yes, I would drink that.”

“No, no, no,” he sighed, squeezing her paws tight. “That’s a very bad idea. The Collapse is in my DNA. If you broke up my genome, you could be releasing the virus!”

“That is unlikely,” she said. “Most viruses can only live in a single species of creature. Some can infect a couple species, and very rarely you will find one that infects a broad range. That is very rare. But to find a virus that could infect a species from another world? That would be so unusual that it isn’t even worth considering.”

“But it could happen,” he said. “Collapse is deadly. I don’t want you to take a chance with it. Not even a small chance! I … don’t want to see anything happen to you.”

Then she kissed him, her lips lingering on the side of his muzzle for only a moment, but the intimate contact made his head swoon. “Oh, apprentice. You say the nicest things. There is risk every time I incorporate alien DNA into my own. My body could absorb some gene that was incompatible with my current DNA and it could manifest as a fast-growing cancer. But there is never any predicting what sort of sequence would do that.”

She put her fingertips to his brow and gently stroked his face. “It could just as easily be the gene that gives you brown eyes, or the gene that gives you short fur, or the gene that makes you smell so nice…”

He opened his muzzle to protest, then shut it once more. “I … smell nice?”

“Very nice,” she assured him.

“Genes do not just encode a single thing. Each sequence impacts untold combinations. There is no predicting if your DNA would hurt me any more than whether the DNA of that ilosa would.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s just too dangerous. Collapse is deadly…”

She ran her fingers down his chest. “When the anup contracted Collapse, it did not drive you to extinction.”

He perked an ear, confused. “It almost did…”

“It almost did, but it did not. Why?” she asked.

“Well, social distancing saved us,” he said with a shrug.

“Correct. The anup are intelligent. They realized what they needed to do to protect themselves, and they did it.”

He shrugged again.

“Could the ilosa have done that?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“That insect eater you were telling me about, the ilosa. If they caught Collapse, could they figure out how to save themselves? Would they socially distance themselves, or would they go extinct?” She paused. “What about the birds? What about all the other animals on this planet? Could they have figured out that they needed to stay two meters away from all their fellows?”

“I don’t… I doubt…”

“But yet they have not gone extinct, have they?” asked Ckkkrt. “The anup are not the only species remaining. Just because the virus is so dangerous to anup, that does not mean it can hurt any other creature.”

“Oh,” he said. “I guess I never thought of it like that.”

She put her arms around him and squeezed him close. They sat there a long time in the darkened bedroom. “It is okay,” she whispered. “Fear prevents thought. You must realize the fear and work through it. Fear must never stop you from thinking.”

“I suppose.” He took long deep breaths, counting each inhale and exhale. “It would really help you to have my DNA?”

“It could,” she said. “Yes.”

“Okay, I guess,” he whispered. “It’s just really embarrassing.”

“I understand,” she said, stroking his back.

“Okay, be right back,” said Lunsdie. He left the bedroom, only to return a minute later with the smallest glass from the cupboard. Then he stood there in front of her while she sat on the edge of the bed. He held the glass in his left paw and used the fingers of his right paw to stroke his sheath up from the bottom all the way to the very tip.

He tried and tried, growling in frustration as his body refused to cooperate. “Sorry about this,” he grumbled. “Usually this works…” He growled again. “I’m just not used to doing this in front of anyone…” But despite his vigorous attempts, he couldn’t get an erection.

Ckkkrt slowly stood.

“Yeah, good idea,” he sighed, pausing his attempts. “If you could just give me some privacy for a few minutes. This won’t take very long…”

But instead of walking to the door, she stepped closer. With one paw, she lifted his chin. The other she put along the side of his head. Then she gently tilted his head one way and her own the other, moving closer until he could feel her warm breath in his mouth.

Lunsdie gasped and jumped backward, but she cooed in a reassuring voice, “I’m not going to poison you, Lunsdie. I promise.”

She moved even slower the second time, her lips touching his, her tongue seeking the warm wetness of his own.

He nearly dropped the glass.

Then his free arm was around her back, their bodies pressed close together and their tongues exploring, frolicking in each other’s mouth like a pup playing in the surf. It felt amazing, beyond amazing. Kissing her felt so good that it made dancing seem like just a passing thought.

Now his penis heartily complied, stiffening quickly to a full, throbbing erection that brushed against the velvet-soft fur of her belly.

Despite him finally being ready, they kissed and kissed, only pausing after several long minutes when they needed to come up for air. Lunsdie felt dizzy. He clung to her to keep from falling over. He panted, trying to catch his breath while his pulse pounded in his ears.

“Thanks,” he whispered. He drew another breath and let it out. “That helped.”

But instead of stepping away, instead of leaving the room or even taking her seat once more, her fingers closed around the glass. She took it from him and set it down on the small table he kept beside the bed.

“But I…” he whispered.

The sourang knelt before him. With one paw on his hip, she used the other to caress his scrotum, running her pads around his sac, tracing its curves. She ran her fingers up his sheath, then back down and up to the top once more. Then grasping it lighting with her fingers and thumbs, she caressed it up and down.

Lunsdie stood, flabbergasted. He was already as hard as he could possibly get. He was ready to masturbate now and couldn’t understand why she would still be trying to get him erect. Was she expecting him to look different when he was ready? Perhaps sourang guys were much longer when they were hard, and she was waiting for him to reach an extreme that his anup biology just wouldn’t allow?

He was about to explain when she bent closer and licked her soft tongue across his exposed tip. The words evaporated in his mouth and he became suddenly aware that he had no idea what to do with his paws.

He put his paws on her shoulders and she wrapped her lips around his tip, running her tongue back and forth across him.

“Oh jeez,” he whispered, clinging tighter to her, trying to keep his balance.

She used her lips to push his sheath down, replacing its fuzzy protection with her long wet muzzle. The feeling was simply out of this world, unlike anything he had ever felt before. How was it possible for anything to feel this good?

She pulled her muzzle slowly back, letting his shaft slide across her soft tongue. His sheath followed her lips, hiding his pink shaft away from the night air. But she hooked one finger behind it and with a gentle pressure between that and her thumb, she slid it down just as far as it would go, so his sheath was bunched up around his dick’s base.

She bobbed her head down and then back up, caressing him with her tongue, with her lips, with even the roof of her mouth. He felt a flash of panic, of worry that his shaft would press against her poison glands. He struggled for a moment, but she tightened her grip, quickened her pace, sliding up and down, stimulating him until he could take no more!

Then she pulled away suddenly, leaving him hanging on the cusp of orgasm, his shaft bouncing up and down like a metronome in time with his elevated pulse.

“Buh… buh…” he gasped, baffled why she would stop when he was almost there.

“Not yet,” she whispered, wiping her mouth. “Rest a moment.”

He nodded, confused. “Right… Okay … because the DNA … isn’t…” he blathered.

She stood while he caught his breath, took him by the paw and led him back to his bed. He climbed back in and she scooted him down so that his paws were crammed against the baseboard. Then she sat on the bed’s edge, leaning over his body, stroking him everywhere except where he truly wished to be touched.

“Here, put your arms around me,” Ckkkrt said, showing him where to put his paws. “Can you hold me like you want me?”

It didn’t take much pretending, or any actually. He did want her. He couldn’t think of anything he had ever wanted so badly. He clung to her, gripped her with his blunt claws while she waited.

“Okay,” she whispered, her breath hot against his exposed flesh. “Are you ready for me to start again?”

“Yeah, okay,” he croaked. Lunsdie cleared his throat a couple times, trying to make it cooperate. “Of course,” he whispered.

She unsheathed him with her fingers and licked down his length before lifting his shaft up nearly as far as it would go and returning to her task. She bobbed her head up and down, stimulating his entire length, taking him all the way into her mouth until her lips reached all the way to where she held his sheath. It felt amazing, too good for words, too good to be true!

Up and down and up and down she worked him, faster then slower. She cupped his balls with the other paw, applying a gentle pressure to them, as if shrinking them back down to a size when he was younger.

She made a happy noise and Lunsdie gasped, barely able to contain himself. He was lasting longer this time, but he couldn’t hold out much longer. It felt too good. He dug his claws into her pelt and gripped her closer, all of his muscles stiffening.

Then she took him all the way into her muzzle, sucking hard, holding him there until he was finally at his climax. The feeling crashed over him from his shoulders, down his spine, up between his legs, and into her waiting mouth. He peaked over and over, throbbing inside her mouth, as the waves of pleasure broke across him.

Ckkkrt just waited patiently, sucking gently on his length while the orgasm claimed him, waiting for it to run its course. He gurgled incoherently, gasping as his face was buried hard into her soft fur. Then the contractions slowed, then finally stopped, his muscles slackened, and his grip on her body weakened.

Still sucking the precious fluids away, she pulled him slowly from her mouth. She went a little too quickly and he gasped, so she slowed her pace, letting him recover.

He laid back in the bed, spent in every which way and she cuddled beside him, silent. He watched her face in profile as she worked the venom into his seed, worked to turn it into something new.

Not sure what to say, he asked, “That working okay?”

Ckkkrt nodded, so he cuddled up closer to her, gripping her with his strong arm, pulling her close. “That was amazing,” he whispered. “I know we just did that to help you, but it was still amazing.”

She giggled, putting her fist to her lips, trying to keep from laughing. Then she laid her head on his chest and held him close while he drifted off to sleep.

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