Freaky Fiveday 8 (Patreon)

@Geo Holms requested more of Freaky Fiveday. Sure, that's a fun one!

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Commissioner Yutarenga sulked in a corner while her slave crew sang and danced. They had hurriedly retrieved the old towel that Gormat, the witless janitor, had ripped into strips for the geroo to use as supplemental bedding. Apparently, they were quite excited about it.

She sighed and spent a moment looking about the barracks. There wasn’t much to see. The room was little more than a concrete box. A computer terminal sat against one wall, a cooking area against another, the third wall had the airlock hatch and a long line of environment suits hanging from a charger rack. The fourth wall, to her left, had a couple covered buckets to act as toilets. Yuck.

In the middle of the room, the cleaning crew had arranged scraps of foam as bedding, and now, they’d heaped shredded towel on top of the foam for extra padding. She seethed. Where had they stolen the foam from? The carpet padding? Inside her couch? Her bed? She hated that they had taken from her, but then again, it certainly would have sucked to sleep on the concrete tonight if they hadn’t.

One of the geroo, a chubby gal with a white pelt, broke away from the dance and fell against the wall beside the krakun-turned-geroo. Panting and trying to recover her breath, she pointed into the crowd at Tys. “Your daughter is so adorable!” she laughed. “She got all the other cubs shouting, ‘Boop! Boop!’ And now she’s telling them about Coti the Coosa.”

Yutarenga groaned quietly but tried to keep the annoyance from her ears. “Yeah, she loves the Coti the Coosa books. Reads one every night.”

The gal smiled at Yutarenga. “Tys said something about you swapping bodies with the commissioner?”

Yutarenga’s heart raced and her throat turned tight. She couldn’t afford to let the geroo know that was really true! Over the past couple centuries, she’d handed out some very harsh punishments when the crew had disappointed her. What would they do to her if they knew she was only a geroo now? “Ha! No,” said Yutarenga, but the gal in the white pelt showed no sign of being satisfied with that answer.

She had to make up some story but what? What would keep her safe and yet possibly explain this inexplicable situation?

“Well,” said Yutarenga slowly, her mind still scrambling, “you see, our ship is traveling through this weird nebula—”

“What’s a nebula?” asked the geroo gal with complete sincerity.

“It’s a cloud,” said Yutarenga, “a really, really big cloud. Anyhow, something weird happened, and all of the commissioner’s … memories got transferred into my head, and all of my memories ended up in hers.”

The gal stared at her with wide ears and eyes. “Really?” she whispered with awe in her voice.

“Yup,” said Yutarenga, internalizing a sigh of relief. “I told Tys that we got our bodies swapped because … well, that just seemed simpler for a cub to understand.”

“Oh,” said the gal slowly, “so why did our owner bring you two back here?”

Yutarenga grinned. “She had to, obviously. The commissioner didn’t even remember where she lived! All her memories are in my head. I can remember her first day of school, the day she thought a cute guy was going to ask her to cotillion, but he asked her best friend instead…” She tried not to grind her teeth while she thought about it once more. “I know her account number for when she pays the electricity bill.”

“Whoa.”

“And she’s got all my memories too,” the commissioner reminded her. “I can’t remember the day Tys was born. I can’t recall her mother’s name. I can’t even remember the day she died!”

Feeling smug and satisfied, Yutarenga sat back against the wall. With only a glance, she could tell the geroo gal believed every word.

“Oh, you poor, poor guy!” whispered the gal in the white pelt as she kissed Yutarenga. “You’re such a wonderful father and a widower too.” She kissed her over and over, sliding her long tongue deep inside Yutarenga’s muzzle.

The commissioner froze up, her eyes wide and ears out in shock. She had no idea what to do. In a way, this disgusted her, but in another way, it really didn’t. Whether she hated the thought of touching a geroo or not, her body was very excited about the prospect. Her breathing grew shallow, her heart raced, blood pumped in her ears … and this nasty bit of external genitalia between her legs? That was the most excited bit of all. The bright red missile was as hard as a diamond, hot as a star, and it throbbed like the stacks at a rock concert.

So, she kissed back, her paws groping the gal’s strange ears as she did it. She felt dirty and vile while they made out, but no one would ever know, would they? How could they? She hardly believed the situation herself.

Soon, the gal was in her lap, straddling Gormat’s body while they kissed.

When was the last time Yutarenga had gotten laid? It was ages ago—maybe a hundred and fifty, no, a hundred and eighty years ago! That trip to Krakuntec IV for some sort of conference… She’d drank way too much and ended up in some guy’s room. He hadn’t even been with the convention, just a semi-attractive guy who was waiting on the next flight to some colony somewhere.

The sex had been … like most of her trysts, disappointing and selfish, and she’d crept back to her room while he was snoring to grab a shower and fall asleep inside an expensive bottle of cheap booze that room service had sent up.

Yutarenga wanted to shove the gal away and scrub her pelt down with disinfectant. But she wanted to pull her closer even more so. And so, the gal with the white pelt rode the commissioner hard in time to everyone’s singing—despite a complete lack of alcohol and privacy.

“Ugh! Wait!” the commissioner whimpered. “I’m stuck!”

“I know!” moaned the gal on her lap. She bounced even harder. “It feels so darn good!”

It did in a weird way. With every bounce, the krakun-turned-geroo thought she might tear his bits off with the vice-like grip her bits had on his, but she didn’t. It just felt … amazing!

Leca—as Commissioner Yutarenga later learned that the white-pelted slave was called—was a most generous lover, and the two woke every couple hours for another session of cuddling and coupling.

In the morning, Leca kissed the side of Gormat’s muzzle without waking him and left for work. A full bladder woke Yutarenga shortly after, and she spent three agonizingly long minutes with the lavatory bucket uncovered while she worked out how to piss in the stinking pail with a morning erection that only wanted to point up.

When she finally finished and closed the bucket once more—and after scrubbing her paws clean with a generous amount of soap—she found Tys bedded down in a pile of cubs. “Ugh, some parent I’m turning out to be,” she whispered to herself. “We won’t mention to your father how I neglected to check on you until just now. He’d squish me.”

Yutarenga yawned and scratched herself. “Speaking of which, where is he?” she asked, pulling the strand from her shoulder. “Why hasn’t he called?”

She dialed her own number and waited until the seventh ring when the janitor-turned-commissioner finally managed to pick up. “What?” he groaned so slowly, looking every bit as worn out and sleep-deprived as Commissioner Yutarenga felt.

“It’s me,” she said. And then noticing the unfamiliar bedroom in the background, she hissed, “Where are you?”

“Me? Oh, uh, well, you see, I kinda slept in,” said Gormat—speaking Geroo with her voice, which was terribly disorienting. “Ujaoyrenja had to leave. She said to make sure her door was locked when I left.”

“You! You! You!” sputtered Yutarenga, amazed that she could even get that word out.

“Well, I felt kinda funny about sleeping in your bed, so yeah, I crashed next-door,” he explained. “I hope that’s okay.”

The commissioner covered her eyes. What had that idiot done? The next-door neighbor probably thought she was in love with her or something. And who knows what he told her? How was she ever supposed to maintain whatever sloppy narrative that janitor had told her?

Still, there was no point in scolding him now. She needed him until she could get swapped back … somehow. “Are you ready to go back to the ship?”

His eyes—well, her eyes literally—opened wider. “So, you thought of a way to turn us back?”

Yutarenga frowned. “Well, no,” she admitted.

He frowned too. “Hey, uh, if it’s all the same to you, today is Sixday—my day off,” he explained. “I was really hoping to sleep in.”

“Oh, hrm…” said the commissioner, looking longingly back at the mess of bedding that she and Leca had shared. “Well, Tys is still sleeping. I suppose she probably gets grumpy if you wake her up too early?”

“Tys? Oh yeah, fluff-fluff can be a real pawful if you want her up before she wants to get up,” he said with a yawn.

“Okay, fine,” said Yutarenga as she stumbled back toward her bed. “We wait a little longer for fluff-fluff—I mean Tys—to wake up, then we go.”

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