New Diet
#5 of Fractured Furry Tales
Legal Stuff: Torg, Aylee, and others are © to Pete Abrams, creator of Sluggy Freelance at www.sluggy.com and are perverted without his permission. Sheila is © to me. Yay, Rule 34.
Aylee sat at her desk in Torg's apartment, entering data into the spread-sheets since that was her job. She had gotten out of her cocoon a few months back and every sense then, things had been changing around the complex. Looking through the doorway to the human's office, she couldn't help but recall how they had met. She was an alien from an alternate dimension and had encountered Torg and his friend Riff there one a star ship. Back then she hadn't been driven by much more than the instinct to kill and consume humans to be able to expand her race. But when she was blasted through the portal with the humans, she found herself in a strange new world and in need of a job. Promising to change her ways, she had found a job and a place to live with Torg.
Now she was his secretary for his freelance web design business. That had been months and countless evolutions ago, but she still retained her craving for human flesh. Now, she was trying hard to get over that craving, but nothing quite had the same sweet flavor of human. Sighing, the naga-like alien shifted on her chair and propped her head up on her palm. Her body was coiled around the chair, letting her sit somewhat comfortably. As she sighed, her head-fin flexed before relaxing against her neck. Staring at the computer screen, she blinked as the numbers began to swirl and dance on the screen before rubbing her eyes.
About that time, Torg came out of his office and clicked off the light; "All done with that order, Aylee could you call up the client and tell them it's all done. And order a pizza, I'm starved."
She looked at the blond-headed human and smiled, "Okay, do you want your pizza-boy with pimples or no?"
He shook his finger at her, "Pizza, not pizza boy. Don't make me get the spray bottle again."
They had this discussion before so she knew he was teasing her, "Kay, boss, one pizza coming up."
Since Torg had worked all day and into the night, and since he didn't have any new games to try and beat, he just ate his food and went to his bedroom. Aylee had eaten with him, gulping down a full ham, bone and all, while her human boss, roommate, and friend ate a pizza and chugged a beer. Even after dinner, she stayed in the living room and moved restlessly. Despite eating the large piece of meat by herself, she still felt hungry. It was just a craving for the taste of human, she kept telling herself. With a sigh, she decided to go into her area and just lay down for a bit. That would probably be best right now and would get her mind off those cooking shows and infomercials. After a grill and set of knives showed up at their doorstep, she had been forbidden from watching those things.
Passing Torg's door, she stopped as her hearing picked up a low moan. She stopped mid-wiggle and looked at the door as another soft noise cut through the air. For a moment, she was afraid that Bun Bun would be in the room, beating up Torg for snoring or something. Taking a breath, she pushed open the door and saw that the human was asleep on the bed under a thin blanket. Steading herself, she turned to start out of the room when she noticed that there was a bulge under the covers. Thinking it might just be Kiki snuggling up, she slithered over and pulled back the covers slowly. Torg might be upset if he woke up with the ferret in the bed with him again.
The alien's breath caught in her throat as the covers moved aside to reveal the male's form. He was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of boxers to bed, but nothing else, and definitely nothing to hide the tent in his underwear. Glancing at him, she saw the he was still sleeping soundly and the green female found herself shifting a little. Her hand crept up towards the elastic band of his underwear before pulling them down slowly to reveal his erect manhood. Her nose twitched at the musky scent coming from the erect pole as she pulled his boxers down towards his knees. She knew what it was since she had watched a few videos Torg had on his computer involving humans in, what Torg had called, a recreational activity. He seemed embarrassed when she asked him about it, so she hadn't pressed too hard. Looking at the swelling curiously, the green female tilted her head to the side and moved her hand up to give it a little rub.
The blond human uttered a soft moan as a drop of something clear oozed from his tip and down onto her fingers. Leaning her head in, Aylee took a sniff at the substance before licking at it. Immediately her mind flashed back to one of the videos were a female human had her mouth wrapped around the male's body part and was moving her head up and down. The male seemed to love it, and since she was Torg's friend she wanted him to be happy as well. Scooting her body closed to the bed, the serpent-like alien leaned down and let her tongue swirl around the head of his member. It was so warm, and there was a slight salty flavor to the tip of his member as she let her tongue play back and forth across the tip of his cock. "Aylee, what are you doing?!" his sudden exclamation made her jerk, but she managed to suppress the urge to tense her body and make her scales and claws extent and become razor sharp.
Releasing his cock as if it were a red-hot iron, she drew back, "I'm sorry, Torg, I was just coming by your room and heard you moan. I thought Bun Bun had beaten you or something, then when I came in I found this. After seeing those videos on your computer, I thought you might like something like they were doing." Taking a deep breath, even she was amazed by how she crammed all that into a single breath.
Needless to say, Torg was more than a little surprised to wake up from a dream involving Pamela Anderson to find his alien friend licking his penis. After listening to her, he debated on the ethics of receiving a blowjob from the creature that was his friend, secretary, and a known eater of people. Oh well, who cared as long as he got some? Besides, how many other guys would be able to say that they got some head from an alien? "It's okay, Aylee, just don't use your teeth." Laying there in his bed, he watched as she slipped up onto the bed and let her upper body rest between his legs as her tail coiled around on the floor.
Nodding to him, she gently wrapped her hand around his dick and leaned down again to let her tongue rub over the glans at the tip of his pole. Parting her lips slowly, she watched him as she moved her head down to cover his tip. Making sure to be extra careful with her teeth, she'd learned that humans didn't like bites too much, she lowered her maw over his cock. It wasn't much, only about six inches from the base of his member to the tip. Once it was inside her mouth fully, the alien couldn't help but utter a soft moan at the distinct flavor of man resting against her tongue. It had that same salty flavor that she had come to associate with human flesh, but there was an underlying tone to the taste that was so wonderful.
Lifting her head up a little, she began to bob her head as her muscled tongue worked against his shaft quickly. It was almost like eating a Popsicle, but without having to worry about getting an ice-cream headaches. Letting her hand slide down, she let her palm rub against his sac, tickling it through the fuzz of blond hair down there. They felt nice and plump, but she wasn't sure what they were full of, she'd have to ask him later. As her head moved up and down and her tongue danced around his cock, more of that wonderful clear liquid slipped out of his tip and onto her tongue. She started to purr softly, her jaws vibrating as her head moved up and down faster now. His hips pushed up against her mouth, his crotch bumping against her snout as his moans became louder and louder. Torg hissed her name, trying to keep quiet so that they wouldn't wake up Bun Bun, and gripped her head. Aylee's eyes widened as something warm splashed onto her tongue. Pursing her lips, she gulped at the substance, trying to pick out the flavor. It had a salty taste to it, but she really couldn't describe what it tasted like.
Pulling her head back, the alien panted softly as she looked at the still-erect cock as it throbbed. Strangely, she felt full now, as if the strange substance that came from the human's shaft was what she had been hungering for. Shifting a little, she shuddered as a new sensation shot through her body and up her spine. Lifting her serpent-like form off the ground some, she looked down to see that her privates, a slit about a third of the way down her body, had swollen and were just beginning to leak a clear substance. That made her think back to one of the other videos, where a woman put the male's thing inside her slit. Looking at Torg, she blinked at the goofy look on his face. "Torg?" she tilted her head as all she got was a mumbled thing and some drool coming down his cheek. Deciding that he wasn't going to answer her questions, Aylee took matters into her own hands. Well, coils actually. Sliding onto the bed, she wound her body around his legs and slipped up until his hot member pressed against her cool slit. Shivering a little at the temperature difference in their bodies, she bit her lip and pushed down onto his spire. A short yelp broke free of her mouth, but was quickly silenced as she shivered. It hurt at first since she wasn't used to having something down there, but only for a second.
Torg couldn't believe how good it felt to have his secretary's mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him like a pro. It hadn't taken her any time at all to coax an orgasm from his body and make him flood her mouth with his spunk. Now, as he recovered from his climax, he felt her scales rubbing against his body. Lifting his head, he let his eyes go wide as he watched the alien female lift her body up and line his cock up with her slit. For a second, he considered telling her to stop, that they couldn't do this. That moment was fleeting, as he realized that he was just like James Kirk, getting to bang a green alien chick. Cool! Tossing his head back, he moaned, unable to believe how tight she was. Maybe she was a virgin ... green alien virgin, awesome!
After a long moment, her cool scales touched against his crotch, Aylee panting happily as her hands rubbed his shoulders. Her tail remained coiled around his legs as she started to move up and down, hissing in pleasure. He reached up and began to stroke her back and sides as his hips pushed up to meet her body as much as he could. It was a lot different from being with any human female, but not in a bad way. It took them a moment to find a rhythm that they both liked, but soon she had her chest pressed against his. Her body was writhing, pumping his penis in and out of her body as she moaned and wrapped her arms around him.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue slipping from between his lips to rub hers. Aylee moaned, the scales along her cheek and the bridge of her muzzle turning a deeper green as she returned the kiss. It was definitely a good feeling as her body writhed against his, that slick tunnel gripping and milking his hot pole. She couldn't begin to describe the tightness that was starting to form in her belly as she writhed faster against Torg. It was almost like when she ate that hobo, but not in a bad way. Breaking the kiss, she sat up and pushed her body down onto the cock harder. Her motions traveled as a ripple, working their way all the way down to her tail. It didn't take her too much before she let out a hissing noise, the fins on her head standing up as a wave of pleasure shot through her body. Under her, Torg let out a moan and pushed up, the warmth filling her body again as he twitched against her.
After a moment, she collapsed against his body and let out a soft sigh, smiling. "That was incredible, I never felt anything like that. Let's do it again!"
Torg lifted his head, a look of shock on his face. He knew that human women could do a lot more times than guys, and he knew that Aylee was nearly tireless normally. Even though he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, even he could put two and two together this time. "Um, I'm really tired, Aylee. You know, long day and all that." She let out a little 'oh' and laid her head on his chest. Rubbing her head, he smiled; "But you know with Riff out-of-town and a Baywatch marathon tomorrow we should be left alone." The alien let out a purr and snuggled up with him under the covers.
From outside the bedroom, a voice called out; "Cut and print, great job people!" A vixen came out from around a corner with a grin on her muzzle, "A Wonderful scene, we look forward to working with you again." She held a check out to the blond human and another out to the green alien.
Torg took his, looked at the numbers and grinned. "Nifty."