HANI4.TXT -M/F/M, Semi-NC, Violence/Snuff

A Compact Space Tail - By SwampRat
(c) 1989-90 The Brotherhood of Pan, "Those Who Follow The Way Of The Shepherd"
    1996 Gay Furry Association

Something was stirring on the docks. Noises and movements told of quiet stress.
Marha didn't like it. And where was Aprim anyway? She had been told to stay
inship, while at this port. The time was upon her, and she wasn't rational.
Stupid Hani! If she was in bed with a Kif... Well, she would just have to live
with it. Marha Tyorh, Captain of Tyorh's Long Voyager wrinkled her nose up in
Hanish humor at the thought. Then felt disgust and guilt. Well, wherever she
was, She had better get her tail in jump. They left in 2 hours, with or without
her. I can spare no more time. Especially Not on a Gods-Rotted Kif Station...
And her being the Only Han Traider Here. She might be able to count on the
humans for support, but that was doubtful. Too much like the Kif. She sighed,
than noticed something was heading for the ramp, making speed without seeming
to be in haste. Kif... She quickly scanned the area. Only one? At least only
one was visible. "Asha, we have company.. No Farther, Kif." It stopped, and
bowed. Oily smoke on glass, she thought, ears close to her head. "Esteemed
Captain of the Long Voyager. I bring a gift from a ... Colleague. He regrets
being unavoidably detained, but will arrive shortly." It put a box on the tube,
and bowed, straightening as something clicked Kifish through a com. It hissed a
reply, and bowed again.

"Please forgive haste, But My Captain Calls. The Fearful One..." It slapped a
hand over it's snout. "He shall be here shortly." Poked the box with a toe.
"This is for salvage of Pride." and scuttled off, almost running. 'Fearful
One.' Marha asked her Second if she would find that reference in the Trans
Banks. A few moments later Frrera came back. "It means: 'One who Instills Fear.
One to be Afraid Of'." Who the Gods could it be? A 'Colleague', it had said. A
Male of it's species. And one who put the wind up Kif backs.. Something went
cold inside her. And I'll bet 2 claws Aprim Marhan was involved... She looked
at the box. 'A Gift.' Suddenly fearful, she walked over to it, and without
showing too much hurry walked back to the AirLock with it under one arm. Human.
Only they made knots of this type. What the Gods-Blasted Hell had that little
Hani gotten into? She pulled on the string, and taking a breath, removed the
lid. And promptly sat down.

Instead of a piece of Hani, there were 6 bags of various sizes, each holding 2
round objects. She stroked one for a moment, puzzled.. Then jerked her hand
back, as if it had been scalded. It can't be... Hitting the Com, she called up
the Library. "Anatomy, Human Male." Up came a diagram. "Magnify groin area."
Another picture came up. She looked at it, then down. "Lifesize." The image
shifted. Shuddering, the Hani Captain carefully extracted one of the bundles,
and held it between two claws, up to the screen. Except for minor cosmetic
differences, they were the same. Marha carefully replaced the thing, and wiped
the screen, then her paw. 6 human testicle sacks. This was getting worse by the
minute. Aprim gone, Kif who talked of One to be Feared, and now this.. Humans.
The only Non-methane breathers too damnded unpredictable even for the Kif. It
might cost her, but she had to go out.. or did she? The piece of filth had
said 'He' would be here. Well then, she would wait. With a rifle, just in case.
As she sat, a message came through from Station. Departure delayed for 'a
while...' Huh!

                             * * *.

Amkkk Kikker Akkamkkirr sat in a bar, drinking his lilf. Life was getting dull.
Even the rumor of Humans kidnapping a Hani - or was it the other way around? -
No longer amused. Then someone came in, and made a line for his table, all
quiet haste. He noticed the person, a minor guard. Perhaps on an errand. With
impertinence bordering on insubordination, it sat down and leaned over. Almost
it grabbed him. "Captain, Come. Please. There is an Insane Creature who wishes
to speak with you." He looked at the soon-to-be new resident of his playroom.
"Me? And how did it get my name?" The guard squirmed. "It did not ask for you
personally, Captain. Please Come Quickly. You will see.." Hmmmm. Maybe he had
better. The annoyance had "Promotion" written all over it's face. Perhaps, just
perhaps he might let it live. Amkkk got up, and waived the guard before him,
dropping a few coins on the table. Shadows followed. A Kif Captain goes nowhere
without escort. "How did you find this Insane One?" The guard continued
forward, whispering so no other ears could hear.

"I was on errand for Hakkurr First. I came around a corner, and someone grabbed
me. 'Kif', he said..." "HE?" "Yes Captain, Male. I snarl. Tell him to release
me. He Give Command." The Kif halted for a moment. A Non-Kif with Command
Voice.. Intriguing. "If you lie, I will cut out your tongue." That didn't even
bring out a shudder. "Captain, If I don't bring you... He will do worse." The
guard lowered his head, than continued onward. "He said, 'I have something I
want to trade.' He promised me a weapon, if I bring my Captain fast... And
Promised to do other things I dare not repeat, if I breathed this to another."
Amkkk was intrigued. "What could possibly scare a Kif..." The guard lowered his
head more, if that was possible. "He grabbed me, put his hand under my robe and
grabbed me! He said, 'You bring Captain, and I give you something, You Not
hurry, Not bring Captain...'" He shuddered. " 'We have Fun.' Then he slapped
my rear, and said 'Go.' I hasten to find you." Silence. So.. We have a crazy
pervert, who has trade-goods. This might be an interesting day, after all. 

                             * * *

He followed the thing down the docks, to a strange-looking ship. Human. So, and
So.. Certain rumors may turn out to be true, after all. He looked at the now
sweating guard. This loose-end might have to disappear. Perhaps the strange one
would let him watch it's 'fun'. Maybe he would join them. Kif enjoyed
humiliating subordinates, and having sex with them, especially Male ones, was
one of the best forms of humility there was. It was called "Grabbing The Bar",
and mention of it was punishable by death. Or More of the same. Something stood
in the rampway. It smelled of blood, and machinery, and cold hate. Someone
better to be on the Good side of. "He is here, Great One." "Good." The voice
made Amkkk shudder. You don't get to be captain by being afraid. He stepped
forward. "I am Amkkk Kikker Akkamkkirr, Captain of The StarSlayer. This," He
motioned towards the one almost shaking of fright, "Said you wished to trade.
Hani are good traders." "Come inside. You only." The Kif waived off the others.
He was in no danger. But made sure his pistol was loose, and within easy reach,
just in case. 

Amkkk followed him through the lock, and inside, whereupon it was shut. "Hani
involved. Pride involved. Need someone who knows how to deal with delicate
matters." That made him laugh, abet quietly. The inner AirLock cycled, and The
Kif smelled something far worse than blood, and it excited him. Fear. Tangible
Fear.. And Violence. For a moment he too felt a small prickle run up his spine.
They walked in to the lower decks. More Fear/Blood smell. "Watch your eyes."
Lights came on strong, and harsh. The Kif took a step back, clicking to itself,
arm shielding it's eyes. "Put these on." He was handed something that obviously
went over the head. The fit was none too good, but it was adjustable. Whatever
they were, the light went down to tolerable levels. "Glasses," to his unasked
question. An interesting sight met his gaze... 6 Humans, tied and gagged. He
looked closer.. And gasped. Castrated! The Kif remembered the Guards words, and
began to shiver himself. Like the Knnn... Insane. Then he smiled. "Fearful One,
How much do you wish for these 'goods'?" The hood went back, revealing a human
head. One blue eye stared at him. A black patch in place of the other. Scars
ran everywhere. Definitely one to keep on the good side of..

"What are they worth?" "2 Bars of Gold.." And cursed himself. Fear had loosened
his tongue too much. The man pressed a switch, revealing another form. This one
was a human male too, but he was still whole. "3 for this one." Done. "One more
thing. I want your word that they will die, Not sold, or traded. How is not my
concern." The Captain grinned. That alone would be worth 2 bars each. "You have
my word as Captai...AAACK!" The human reached into his robe and grabbed his
testicles. "Not want your word on your ship." He fondled them for a moment.
"Want your word on These. You break word..." a not-so gentle squeeze. "I come
for them. Understand?" The Kif pushed his dagger back into it's sheath. It was
an automatic reaction to being so affronted, one he quickly dampened. "Yes,
Fearful One. I obey." The hand let go, reluctantly, a finger sliding up his
erection, making Amkkk shudder. "You like hand there?" The Kif grunted. It
wasn't the hand that excited him so... It was Power, Fear, Fearful Power. This
crazed being had it by the clawful. 

But what to say? If No, he might take offense, and nullify the deal. And Kif or
Not, He was a male, and wanted to keep his balls where they were. Amkkk got a
momentary impression of 6 scrotums hanging on a belt. War Souvenirs. But if he
said yes... "Business first. Pleasure later." Gods! The creature smiled,
showing metal teeth, which made the Kif sweat a little more, and made his penis
ache all the harder. He got a mental picture of those mandibles biting into his
maleness. And perhaps reciprocating with his twin sets. The Captain didn't
think it at all strange to entertain such thoughts. He had tasted male flesh
before. And had his own cock deep in another's mouth. Kif found all kinds of
ways to punish crews. Better to humiliate an errant Kif by making him lap on
you, than to even whip him. After all, all-male crews must have some way of
easing necessary sexual needs. And it kept subordinates in line. None dared say
they had held another's penis in his mouth, had tasted his seed. He had learned
such tactics from his Captain, who had learned them from somewhere or someone
else... They worked. That was all that was necessary to know.

"OK. Bring robes. It best nobody see what is traded, eh? Cross me..." A hand as
hard as steel patted his thigh. "It shall be as you say." And the Kif meant it.
They walked back to the lock. "Need one more thing. Have package to give to
Hani Captain. Gift For Wounded Pride." The Human picked up a package. Suddenly
Amkkk went 2 shades paler. Not tied to his belt after all.. A Gift.. He would
make damn sure those Gold Bars were of the finest quality. This one was nobody
to play games with. The Kif shook his head, trying to clear the images out of
his narrow skull, and shake off the fear/lust that made his blood run hot. The
lock opened, and they walked out. "7 Robes, and 15 Bars of Gold. Make sure all
of them are from The House of Kiffem. Where would you like the Gold sent to?"
"Small shuttle at end of dock. Have no registration. Give to Captain Tarnower,
say From Death Shadow." The Kif shuddered. 'One who Walks In The Shadows Of
Death, Or One who Is The Shadow Of Death...' Either way, that name did not bode
good. His erection, if it was possible, got harder. The Human was creating
havoc with his hormones.

Half of the guard moved quickly down the docks. No one would interfere. Not on
a Kif Station... But he would breath a Gods Lot easier when this one was away
from here. "OutWorlder," he whispered in the Human tongue. The faintest of
reactions. Another rumor come true. "You." He gestured to the cringing Kif.
"Take this package to The Hani Traider, Long Voyager. It's the only such ship
in dock." "Tell them also, I shall be there shortly." The Kif looked at his
Captain. "You heard The Fearful One.. Go." It took the package and vanished. A
finger ruffled the hair on the underside of his tail, making him grit all 47 of
his teeth. What was taking so blasted long.. At last, they came bearing robes,
and with the OutWorlder supervising, bundled up, and removed the humans,
including what must be their Captain. A thought occurred. He could not sell or
trade the Humans, but He could Rent them out.. And the Crew should enjoy new
creatures to put on the Bar. 

"Get them to the ship, quietly. I shall join you later. We have one more piece
of business. Where is that lazy Guard? Akkun, get back here." Something
sputtered in the Com. Amkkk stepped back into the lock, motioning Robe back
inside, and closed it. He took the 'glasses' out of an inner pocket, and looked
them over. "You have more of these?" Robe put his cowl down. "I can get more."
It was just a pretense. Making sure his Com was off, the Kif growled, no longer
in control of his body. "We trade other things now... My seed for yours!" He
dropped his only piece of clothing, and stood naked before the Man. A
steel-clad hand stroked his maleness, then the man knelt, and sucked on the
hairless scrotum. Amkkk gasped at the warmth, and the knowledge that the Human
did this because he wanted to. A tongue sent shivers along his spine. His own
flicked out in response. Only when the oval testicles had swelled to twice
their size, did they get cradled in a palm. 

'I will not look down, I will be stron...' The Kif threw all pretense of pride
out the window, and grasped strong shoulders, as a living sponge flicked across
his penis, flaying his nerves. No! Yesssss... The suction had just started
being applied to the 9-inch cock, when Kif-Cum poured down an eager throat,
muscles pulling on it. Metallic teeth dug into the skin, pulling back,
stripping him of ejaculate and sanity. A part of his mind registered his
reactions. Another tool to use in the Playroom. Amkkk lifted the eager mouth
off him, and knelt, excitement making his heart pound. "Want to taste your
Maleness... Kkkkk." A knock on the hull interrupted him. 'I will rend whoever
that is with bared hands.' He replaced his clothing, and re-sheathed his knife.
The lock opened, to show a puzzled Guard. "Captain?" A hand clapped on his
shoulder. "Finish trade later. Need to go to Hani now. You give this one higher
rank." The Human stood for a moment, then reached into his robe. Lifted 2
gleaming axes free. Gave them a flip, and handed them, hilt-first to the Guard.

"Good Blades. Keep sharp. Kill many beings. Yours for errand." Than he turned
to Amkkk. "Remember, Captain Tarnower." The Captain looked at his Guard. "Those
are Weapons of War. Wear them proudly 3-striper." The new sergeant nodded his
head. "You are welcome to Kafka any time, Slayer_Of_Light..." All the guards
shuddered. Better to let them know who they dealt with. A thought. "And what of
this?" "A bad jump. Will disappear." Definitely One To Stay On The Good Side
Of... He walked off with a sigh. Perhaps the other Human could be persuaded to
enrich the Kif's diet... Even so, it would be a poor substitute. Amkkk fingered
the dark-lensed glasses in his pocket. Remembered the too willing mouth.
Remembered his own desires. There would be another time. He watched the human
walk back into the ship. The Kif would make sure of it... 

                             * * *

Aprim Marhan par Chandur had left the Long Voyager quietly. She was in need of
a Male. Not her fingers, not even the contraband male-like things gave her
pleasure any longer. The Hani needed to feel flesh pressed against hers, breath
growling in her ears. She wore a robe, rather than breeches, because she was in
a hurry. And a robe could be tossed off easily. She moved rapidly down the
dock, to the only Mixed-Race bar on Station. There she met a most interesting
human. Definitely male. He was going to show her his ship. She was going to
rape him, if he talked too damnded much longer. 'Silly male, I want to screw,
not discuss hull designs.' At last they were inside his cabin. Man-smell was
everywhere. She half-helped, half-hindered him get undressed. Until he got his
pants down, that is. She growled, dropping to her knees, and lapping at his
entire groin. "Hey! Take it easy..." The female sucked on his cock wantonly.
Get hard, Blast you! Finally, it stood, erect, and shiny with spit. She tossed
her robe to one side, pressed herself to him. Then lifted her legs over his big
ones, and sat in his lap. 

The human staggered under her weight, and yelped, strong muscles pulling him
deeper into molten wetness. Finally he got her over to the bunk, and dropped
them on it. Unnnnh. The Han lapped in a tit, getting in 2 strokes to his 1.
That was as it should be. The female should give the male as much pleasure as
possible. That way he stayed in longer, and more cubs were born. Twins were
somewhat rare, but not too uncommon. Especially since the season came every 6
months, and lasted for days. But despite her best intentions, the human came
too quickly. "Let me rest up a bit..." he said. She wanted to gnaw his balls
off, but waited. Then he grinned. "I have to go check up on something... Be
back in a minute." "Hurry," She snarled, wanting him again. But instead,
another male showed up. "Hi, toots. Looks like you gotta problem." He dropped
his trowsers, showing a thicker cock. The Hani purred, came off the bunk, and
grabbed it with both paws, lapping on the tip.

Than she sucked on it, enjoying the taste... Too long! She could only kick
herself mentally, as semen splashed into her mouth. Perhaps he would be able to
cum again... She hoped. But he too, bowed out, having to do 'Something or
another..' But he had no more than left, than another took his place. This one
would not be wasted. Aprim would only lap it into hardness. And that she did,
then he lay her back, and mated the Hani on the floor, energetically. Now she
was grateful for the spunk she had consumed, because this one lasted quite a
while. And then another, and another... She no longer counted the males. They
came and went, and came again. At last the one who had originally led her here
showed up. "Having fun?" Sated for the moment, she grinned. "Much. Humans mate
good. Want to screw again?" He smiled in the funny way humans did, than
frowned.

The Com said somebody was missing. She knew Human speech pretty well. "Maybe
later." The Han didn't care. She had days, and at least 8 males to satisfy...
Aprim yawned, stretched, horny still. Nothing happened for quite a few minutes.
Nobody had come for her, well.. Actually everybody had. Maybe they were all
busy. She would clean up, and go look for them. That decided, the Hani stepped
into the shower, carefully. Don't want to lose any of that wonderful stuff. She
washed her face, cleaning her teeth. Perhaps she would suck on the next two...
Let their excess semen nourish her. A noise came from behind her. "Back for
more?" She purred. Somebody in a black robe stood looking at her from the
doorway. A new creature. She growled a welcome, and held her arms out. All 2-
meters of giant moved into the light. Oh, Gods! Please Let This One Be MALE...
It tossed the robe off, showing all kinds of weapons. Aprim stood, squeezing
her thighs together, speechless. The Belt went, with most of the armament. It
quietly undid something at it's chest. A huge sword slid down, was flipped
upright, placed within reach. 

Aprim Marhan was in Lust. She would beg if she had to. It didn't matter if his
maleness was as big as her arm, or the length of one claw. She would lavish it
with all her love-making skills, to coax the precious life-seeds from it. It
didn't even matter if he was sterile.. She was willing to take that chance.
And if they didn't take the first time.. Well, that was why sex was so much
fun! Alternately growling, purring, and moaning with need, she tried to get him
to move faster. At last bare skin met her not-so-level gaze. The cock was
small, but so were most of the others. She knew how to make it bigger. And the
large egg-shaped testicles which hung down nicely, looked quite promising. It
wasn't until big arms opened the shower, that she remembered she hadn't even
seen his face. The Hani looked up.. and lay back against the wall, gasping. The
face was definitely male, with scars running across it. But what made her blood
run hot-then-cold was the eye.

One blue-as-space eye stared at her, the other a patch. She came to her senses
when he turned, as if to leave. "No, Sire!" She snarled, Grabbing his shoulder.
She lapsed into Han for a moment. "Please..." The Male smiled and latched the
door. Aprim turned the cragged face, to gently lift the patch. A socket stared
back, bone gleaming whitely. Metal shone from inside the dark oriface. Gods, To
have survived that... She pressed her paw on the scar tissue, and then ran it
to the back of his head, pulling it down to hers, and rubbed noses. He grinned,
and pressed his mouth to hers. A not-so gentle kiss.. Muscles rippled under her
paws. Strength, and tenderness in one body. Oh, Gods! She was in heaven. The
Hani nuzzled the nipples on the fairly hairless chest. Fur didn't turn her on,
she had enough for both of them. It was the size of his frame. Immense.
Definitely Not a Spacer Human. Both huge hands lay idle at his sides. "I'm not
made of Glass, Male," She growled, lapping his stomach, "Touch me!"

He did so, rubbing her shoulders, stroking her arms, where they pressed against
his nicely padded sides. No skinny thing, he ate well, and would make an
excellent mate. Her fingers, claws retracted, dug into the buttocks, marveling
at their size, and gasped when muscles bigger than her thighs flexed. At last
her nose pressed itself into the aromatic thatch of hair at his groin. She
thought of sleeping this way every night, waking him each morning with a warm
mouth on his maleness. The Han growled, forcing herself to move past the
semi-erect cock and down to the testicles. Water splashed off his chest, and
her back, where fingers gently rubbed her shoulders. Aprim held the fleshy sack
on her wide nose, then tilted her head up, taking into her mouth. Mmmmm. Dried
sweat and skin flakes dissolved in her mouth, giving the balls a salty male
flavor. She sucked on them, rolling them around with her course tongue, and saw
the fruits of her labor rising up in front of her eyes.

Not gigantic, but not small either. There was no skin to hide the purplish tip
from view. Damn! She hated to let go of his butt, but it was either that or
spit out the swelling nuts. The Hani sighed, fingers tracing the bluish veins,
before wrapping themselves around the loose skin, gently sliding the length. As
she continued to work on his scrotum, the slit opened, and a drop of clear
pre-cum oozed out. This time, there was no hesitation. The warm, saliva-soaked
balls were cradled carefully in a set of wicked claws, and she opened her
nostrils wide, inhaling the fragrance. As much as she wanted to harvest that
glistening pearl, Aprim made herself wait. She started at the wide base, and
taking long, slow licks, covered every inch of his maleness, excepting the
head. Finally, she slid the rough surface across the sensitive underside,
twanging the web of flesh, and getting more insemenal fluid to flow out.

The taste was salty, sweet.. All male. And she knew if he died this moment,
it didn't matter. She was going to suck him off. Aprim let go of the stalk,
nibbling on just the fat cock-head. Then closed her mouth around it, holding
his hips with one paw, sucking gently, letting it slowly make it's way across
the ridged roof of her mouth, down to her throat. The Hani let it sit for a
moment, enjoying the feel, then she removed her hand, and snapped the back of
her tongue down, opened her throat, pulling the rest of his maleness in with a
slurp. Knees pressed against his calves, she fondled his balls, holding her
head still, so the male could hump her mouth easier. The hands stayed at her
shoulders, the legs not moving. She looked up at him, blinking at the water. He
smiled. "Your move, Tiger." Oaken thighs spread wider. Well, if he didn't move,
she would! Slowly at first, then faster, the cat pistoned her mouth along his
length. Paws caressed the round butt.

Even though the male stood over her, she was in complete control. Again,
strength and tenderness. Warmth flooded her. The Hani slathered over the human,
moving her head side-to-side, nibbling on the tip, pulling on him with powerful
throat muscles. A groan, and the contracting testicles in her paw told Aprim
that the male was about to ejaculate. She pulled back, lapping on just the
head, wanting to taste it. The head grew fatter, and the whole cock shuddered,
spewing rich semen across her busy tongue, splashing on her rough palette.
Aprim gulped the thick stuff hungerily, nursing on him, trying her damndest to
drain the heaving balls, her fingers vigorously caressing them, coaxing the
last dregs out, to be devoured. Then long, slow sucks. Designed to keep the
maleness up, and hard. It did. The Man pulled her up, and thrust his tongue
into her mouth, pressing it into the mixture of saliva and ejaculate.

The fact that the human liked the taste of his own cum only excited the Hani
more. She growled, dug her claws into his shoulders, and leaped up... to be
held, just short of the target. The thick cock pressed against a thigh, making
her squirm. A paw grabbed it, pulling it towards her. "Mate with me, Damnit!"
The hands disappeared. Aprim squalled, the penis pressing into her belly.
Fingers worked on her buttocks, rubbing the sticky tip across her fur. The Hani
bit her lip. He was toying with her, making her want it more. And succeeded..
"Fuck me, Bastard!" She growled, licking on his hard nipples. How strange, only
2... He lifted her higher. Fast as lightening, she shoved down on the maleness.
A moment's hesitation... then a slow plunge. Oh, Gods. Aprim let both paws fall
to her sides, her back pressed against the wall. Warm water ran down his chest,
between his legs, and farther, where furry limbs and muscular ones intertwined.

"All of it, I want All.. Unnnh!" Her orgasm hit hard, and fast. She raked her
claws against the wall, grinding her groin into his. And he did not cum. Damn!
The Human bent over her. Aprim grinned, sliding her tongue into his mouth,
tasting male saliva, and metal. She reached up a claw and tapped one of the
shiny teeth. Steel... The male had steel teeth. Pleasure made her senses swim.
And he didn't cum. She looked at the man through slitted eyes. 'You are going
to spill your seed into me, if it takes a month!' The Hani vowed. A month
didn't go past. 4 shuddering orgasms, and quite a bit of humping did. At last
he snarled in her ears, and ejaculated into the mewling creature under him. The
better part of an hour had passed since the Male had first stood in the
doorway, and Aprim was feeling it. They washed each other off, she tracing all
the scars that ran across his body, he ruffling the fur, and making her want
him all the more. Finally they stood, his hands pressing her stomach, cock
rubbing her lower back.

Aprim had taken a male-thing back there before, and enjoyed it. She looked over
her shoulder at the Human, and told him so. He grinned, pressing the flesh
harder into her spine. "I would like to, Hani, But I have to get you back to
your ship." She rubbed his testicles with a silken palm. "We have time."
"Perhaps, But I do not have any lubricant." She laughed. Silly Male.. The Hani
got down on her knees, and popped the maleness into her mouth, salivating over
it heavily. When it was drenched, she stood again, turned her back to him.
"Come on, Male. Bugger me, soundly!" Grunted when the tip pressed against her
anus. Moaned as it slid into her guts. The Hani pressed herself down on the
spit-slicked cock, until the groin hairs rubbed her buttocks. Aprim gasped. So
much different than a male-thing, placed upon a chair. This maleness throbbed
inside her, swelled, moved. She wished another was in her mouth, still another
between her legs. Hands caressed her stomach, rubbing the row of teats. Damn!

"Ready?" Yes, You Bastard.. "Do it." Half of the thickness slid out, then back
in. Oh, Gods! Orgasm hit hard. Stayed forever. Aprim snarled, slammed her ass
against the man savagely. Claws skittering along the wall, she was butt-fucked
with abandon. And enjoyed every minute of it. Teeth nibbled on a tufted ear,
driving the Hani to hump harder and faster. This was too Gods-Feathered good!
Her cheeks compressed, the cock hitting zenith in her anal passage. The head
flared. 'Yes!' Exploded. Spurted sticky liquid. Hot cum white-washed her
intestinal walls, triggering another nerve-searing orgasm. Hips ground into her
ass lustily. She lay limp, letting the male work off the last of his own need.
Finally pulled free, with a lewd slurping sound. She gathered her wits, cleaned
him off, and turned on the dryer cycle.

"Your Captain will probably want my hide for doing what I have done..." "Not at
all! She will be thankful that I have only lain with Humans." Aprim laughed at
his confusion, turning around in the warm air. "Twice a year, we seek out
males. No," to his query, "We have sex year round. Only at the Breeding Time
are we like this." He still was confused. She shook out her fur, combing her
mane with a set of claws, patted a thigh. "Sex, we do for pleasure. In the
mouth, Between the legs, Up the ass. Anytime." She kissed him. "Mating, we do
for cubs." She patted his maleness, now small and wrinkled. "I needed a Male.
The Humans were handy. We had lots of good sex. You..." She nuzzled the broad
chest. "You I wanted for mating. Your genes will make strong cubs." He
shrugged, put his clothing and weaponry back on, sliding the sword, hilt by his
right leg, back onto his shoulders. His robe was much too big, so Aprim put
hers back on. After they walked out of the ship, the Human did something to the
AirLock, and continued down the docks. Half an hour later the ship moved off
the dock, and under computer control, jumped... Never to be seen again.

And rumors flew... Of Humans who stalked each other like the Kif. Of Kif who
dealt in the trade of things alive. And of someone who even the Kif feared. It
had to be a Mahen demon. For did not the creature bed fellow males, as well as
females?

                             * * *

The walk back was about as eventful as sleeping. Eyes stared at the odd couple,
but didn't say anything. Trouble stood over 2 meters, walked down the docks,
and nobody wanted any part of it. Especially a Han Captain who watched the pair
come up the ramp. Not Kif, Not exactly Human either. A whisper of a rumor made
the fur on her back ruffle. 'OutWorlder. Not of the Humans...' Too Gods-Blasted
much like the Kif. If rumors be correct, OutWorlders left their HomeWorld in a
hurry. They might or might Not be endowed with superior powers, might or might
Not talk to Knnn... The Kif Hated/Feared them. They hunted Kif, in the same way
Kif hunted everyone else. If rumors be true.. "Inside." Marha snarled at
Aprim, knowing it was too little, much too late. "You are Captain of the Long
Voyager?" The Hani nodded. And raised the gun, when a hand went into the robe.
It didn't deter him for a moment. The hand re-appeared with a document. "You
wish to exchange Cargo, or Kill me?" Marha sighed. Gods-Blasted Foundling
Bastard Male Outsider! Which was the worst curse she knew. It suddenly occurred
to her Aprim had been way too loose with the Man. And remembered 6 little
packets, Tops neatly sprayed with Nu-Skin.

So, Aprim Marhan had found a mate... Or Mates. And this one had stumbled in. Or
had he? Another cold wind ran up her back. Cargo... "What kind of Cargo, Man?" 
"Shadow, Captain. Many containers. Found... wandering where it should not.
Bearing Hani stamps." Huh! Wandering in Kif holds... This was turning sourer by
the minute. He placed the paper on the dock. "Contact Captain Tarnower. Shuttle
in Bay 117. Please give Hani My Apologies, I may not be back." That had
multiple meanings... He bowed, and turned, walking back up the dockside. Well.
So. The Hani had gotten herself involved with a rumor. Might do her good to
work off some of those excess hormones. Besides, the hold was only half-full.
She opened a Comline. "Churran, I'm going out on 'Business'. Make sure Aprim is
locked away this time. Be back soonest." So, and so. Salvage Of Wounded
Pride... Someone who could get schedules changed around, On a Blasted Kif
Station... Someone who had Han cargo... Someone who had cut the nuts off six
Humans... And given them as a present. Way too damn much like the Kif!

She sighed again, retrieving the paper, and scanning it. Part in han, and part
in semi-readable alien. But it was a list of goods that belonged to Hani, some
of whom she was related to. 'The Fearful One...' Apt description. She walked,
rifle still on her shoulder, towards the lower dock. Nobody interfered, nobody
even seemed to notice. Especially Kif. Now that was scary!

                             * * *

The crazy one was back! Kif shuddered, let a large shape pass by. Held onto
crotches, and stood still as stone, lest they catch it's eye... Too well they
knew what had gone into the hold. And Who had done the deed. At last the Demon
stood in front of the captain. "Sit. Parrfi?" A nod. If he felt any unease, he
didn't show it. Amkkk felt tons of it, as did his crew. The drink brought, he
found himself curious. Eyes stared out from under the robe at the man. "What
brought you here?" "Work." A shudder, ran from his tail, up to his nose. "What,
if I may enquire, Type of 'work' are you involved in?" A steel-clad hand rested
against the table. "I am a Tracker. I... Find others. For a fee. Those I
traded, were wanted. They robbed ships, killed beings." The Kif looked at him
for a moment, suddenly worried. "So do we..." More Boldly. "So do You." The
Captain fervently wished he could see the other's eyes... eye. Just a glimpse
of what was going on inside the totally alien brain. A shrug. "We rob from the
robbers. Companies pay us for 'Salvage'..." He was grinning under that dark
hood. Amkkk could feel it's eerie coldness. "They rob wealthy one. Kill Son. He
'ask' that I find.. Kill... But not right away. Kif do this best, Yes?" Again
that cold smile. "Double profits, and get job done. Dream of Any Merchant.
Yes?" This time a chuckle. This one had much Skiffik. Was honest, and devious
at the same time... 

"About these..." The Kif tapped his 'Dark Glasses'. "You have more?" "Yes, and
No..." Came the startling reply. Amkkk looked them over again. Lenses made out
of some dark material, with a simple rig to hold it in place. "What do you
mean?" A sip. "Last of that kind. Have others, lens changes so it darkens in
Light, clears in Darkness." The Kif Captain felt his emotional control
slipping. "Follow me Please. We have more things to discuss in private..." Like
why I want to crawl before you, Why I want your maleness on my tongue, why you
radiate so much blasted Power... A waive of a hand, and a snarl told the crew
that The Captain was going to be disposed for a while. They could have 1 of the
half-humans for their pleasure. That one was going to be grabbing the bar for
quite a while, before being allowed death.

                             * * *

A cabin, dark and somber. The Kif closed the door, locked it. Turned on the
sodium lights. He wanted to see this OutWorlder. Too much raw need! 'I am
either going to have to submit to you, or kill...' Gods! The Man took off his
robe. Weapons shone in the light. A body that was vaguely like those down
below, except a lot more so. "We finish trade now!" He tossed his own clothing
off, and removed his weapons, no longer caring. The Human? removed things more
carefully. Explosives? More than likely. Death... He reeked of it. Danger to
All Life. A magnet to Kif. He waited impatiently, until the man was at last
nude before him. The Kif knelt, a long red tongue traced the outline of each
testicle, sitting in the hairy sack. Wrapped itself around the growing penis.
Both sets of teeth pressed into the skin, holding it in place. Kif mouths were
not made to have things stroked into them. So Amkkk used his tongue, as he had
done so many times to His Captain, before TaMakkitt had become a Prince. Claws
manipulated the balls, feeling them swell. 'Spill your seed! Give me some of
your Power..'

The fat cock-head grew, and jerked, spurting rich cum into the small throat
opening. Wonderfully strong. So much better than the thin stuff Kif gave. Life
splashed against the back of a sucking maw, was swallowed. Even as excited as
Amkkk was, he kept his teeth pressed gently, but firmly in the flesh. Would not
do to bite it off.. His thin tongue slid out of it's jaw-groove, lapping the
entire length. Coaxed every last bit of semen out. Let the penis soak in his
warm saliva, hoping it would fatten again. Amkkk gritted teeth, careful not to
bite deeper. Perhaps he should stand before the Bar... Always calculating self-
promotion, he let the cock slip into a claw. Played with it, weighing
variables. Esteem lost verses prestige gained. Hands lifted his muzzle up.
Pressed cold lips to his snout. Kif fingers caressed the slick cock. Suddenly,
Amkkk found himself upended on a Chart-Table. So. The Human wanted to watch his
face.. Another idea to remember. Strong fingers lifted gray thighs, and the Kif
found his tail toyed with again.

"Yes, Creature." He clicked quietly, "I am yours. For now..." Flipped his tail
out of the way. Something much wider than any Kif maleness pressed against his
anus. Slick with saliva, the cock penetrated easily, deeply, curling his toes
up with pleasure. Pressing knees against wide shoulders, Amkkk hissed softly.
'I am enjoying this too much..' Then stretched his neck, tongue waiving the
air, as The Insane One dived between his legs, engulfing the thick gray penis.
He could only hold on to the sides of the Table, battered between the savage
buggering, and the equally brutal 'blow-job'. The Kif came first, and second,
and third... "Aaaaugh! Ejaculate, bastard!! I Want To Feel Your Semen Splash
Inside My Intestines!!!" Time meant nothing. Ages went past.. Still the human
screwed his ass into the hard surface, flayed nerve-endings with a clutching
throat that threatened to pull his penis out by the roots... Finally, the
bundle of over-excited nerves that was a Kif Captain could only click with
pleasure. Caress, and lap at the sweaty flesh. Wait... Groin hair tangled with
tail fur. Testicles swelled, contracted. A cock split the ass open, plunged to
the hilt. Hot cum spurted wonderfully deep. Anal walls pulled greedily, wanting
more. The Kif's own penis responded one last time, giving up it's nectar to a
talented tongue.

And as darkness overtook the creature, he felt the mouth move off him. The
maleness retracted. Arms lifted his frame, deposited it into a bed. "That was
most enjoyable. I must be leaving. Have to make sure your goods arrived. Should
we meet again.. The first drink is on me." Then Amkkk knew nothing else.

                             * * *

Four hours had passed since the Captain had gone into his Cabin. But the ship
went on functioning. That was until the Demon re-appeared. Locked the door.
Walked out, smelling of sweat, and sex... A Kif wasn't fast enough in moving.
Steel fingers latched onto his ass. "Just the way I like 'em. Nice and firm.
The kind you can chew on for a Long time..." The creature squeaked. A grin,
showing metallic teeth. Gods, just don't let it... A finger ruffled the
underside of a furred tail. "Don't have time... Too bad." Continued on down the
corridor, fondling a stiff Guard every now-and-again, who hissed quietly, but
allowed the touch. One almost stopped breathing when The Bastard twirled a
finger along his erection. Shook a cowled head. Continued on finally. The
whole ship breathed easier when The Sex-Starved Monster was gone. Kif
remembered things very well. Especially Steel-Fanged Demons who talked about
chewing on Kif tails. Fondled males as if they were females. Castrated 6
Humans. Screwed a Captain into oblivion. It took Amkkk 2 full days to recover.
If anybody thought about mutuny, it was kept between thin lips. Especially
those whose flesh still felt the cold caress of a steel hand. Better to take
one's need out on the soft-fleshed creatures in the Play-room. And lest they
forget, there was a indentation in the hull where a stupid creature who used to
be the First Mate had dared to attack it.

                             * * *

"Perverted Bastard! Remove your paws from my crew..." Lifting an Energy-Rifle,
the Kif snarled at the Human who stood, hand still moving beneath a robe. The
Guard it was fondling gasped. "Please Hakkur First.. Do not interfere." An
angry hiss. "I return to find my crew lined up like females-in-waiting, and
This swaggers through the Corridor, playing with them..." The hand was removed,
gently patted a gray snout. "The Captain will put your heads on poles without
removing them first!" "As for yo..." An axe buried itself in the metal wall,
haft tight against the thin neck. Another bounced the weapon from the paw. The
Kif forgot all about the rifle, and tried to breathe. The monster walked down
the corridor, shoved a steel hand into the struggling Kif's robe. He squealed
as the appendage moved.. A sigh. "Not enough time..." Smacked it upside the
head. Jerked the Axe out of the wall, leaving a meter-long cut in the alloy.

Snap-whirled it, and shoved it back into the belt-loop. The other one was also
replaced. Hakkur First had just enough hatred left to pick-up the rifle.. And
was jerked back, as a hand, swung around by the 2-meter body, flew past.
Slammed into the wall like a steel-shod mace. The weapon, bent like a pretzel,
lay mashed in the dent. "I leave it for your descretion." Turned, walked out.
Took a door with it. Hatch #7 had been sticking lately. A nusiance, but that
was all. The demon hit it. It didn't budge. Hands grabbed the edges, crunching
into it. Jerked. Kif scattered, as it was wrenched off it's hinges.
"Sloppiness..." Was put to one side. The creature continued down to the
airlock. OutShip. 

Kif got extremely busy. Messages ran through the wires. The Door was hefted by
a dozen Kif with a Powerlift, and taken out. The hull was patched, but only
enough to be stable. The door, and dent were reminders of just who had been on
the ship. Hakur was relieved of his rank. Bound in chains, tossed into a cargo
crate, it was delivered to a certain shuttle. Amkkk Kikker Akkamkkirr Became
RaAmkkk, A Prince-Captain. Marha Tyorh found herself with a ship's worth of
goods. And a second ship at her disposal.. A KIf Ship, at That! But, it was
a cargo ship.. As much as any Kif Ship can be called that. Aprim didn't have
any cubs, as humans are not genetically compatable. But, She found a Male who
reminded her of the Spacer. Raha was surprised at how exciting his mate was..
Even if she did call him strange names.. 

A Kif who left the station in chains, found himself in a whole shipful of
males. Some liked being chained up.. However his new Captain, who was also much
more than a Captain, set him straight.. The machine had taught him so much..
And he was still a Bastard. Well, maybe not so much.. He chuckled. Hakkur
wore a robe that was almost gaudy. Found the implants were not bad, once one
got used to them.. To See Color! It was more than worth all the discomfort.
Now, Captain of his own crew, he did his Master's work.. Like shuttling the
creatures who sat in the cabin's to far worlds. Sometimes he missed the old
days.. Like Hell! Sipping on his drink, he patted his First-Mates paw. That
worthy grinned at him, showing long incisers, and dipped it's long ears. Soon
they would be in his cabin, grooming each other's fur. What A Life.. As to the
robed one, he plied his trades along the starways. And thought much the same
thing..

The End