*Almul silently points to Alzu, then pauses, shrugs, and gestures in their own direction*
Alzu gets drunk. And chatty. No warnings for anything other than drunkenness and Alzu being slightly lewd.
“Yer tasty.”
Almul was reasonably certain that they were, in fact, not
tasty. Alzu’s approval was probably at least mostly due to the fact that he was
drunk. Very drunk, evidently, and gnawing lightly on Almul’s helm. Which was
confusing, and kind of hot and damp, but not really objectionable. Almost cute,
actually, and-
Almul squeaked lightly as Alzu licked at their face, then
sighed and leaned away slightly, staring up at their lap full of Lyca. Okay,
definitely cute. But- maybe not good for public? Almul hadn’t seen Alzu drunk
before, they weren’t certain if he was going to get loud or otherwise
troublesome, so it was probably a good plan to leave. Good thing Alzu was
already all gathered up- all that Almul had to do was wrap their arms more
securely around him, supporting his butt (which was made difficult by that
rapidly wagging tail) and holding his lithe frame close so he couldn’t fall
off. Alzu was obliging enough, content to lean his head over Almul’s shoulder
and nibble on various parts of his back, so all Almul had to do was start
walking. The benefits of having paid for one’s alcohol in advance.
Once outside the bar, Almul shifted Alzu up a bit higher,
slinging him over one shoulder for easier carrying, and warbled in complaint
when Alzu started to gnaw on their cape. Not that it hurt, they just didn’t
like the tugging sensation very much, and they could do without drool inside
the material. Or drool anywhere, but at least on the outside of them it was
easy to clean off.
Alzu gnawed lightly at various parts of Almul for most of
the walk, chewing on their shoulder for the most part, and occasionally paused
the chewing to aim a saucy grin at anyone who caught his attention. Also things
like “hey, gorgeous, you’n’me’n that hot stuff next t’ ya” now and then, most
of which was ignored. Someone did take
the opportunity to smack Alzu’s rear as they walked by, but Almul recognized
them as someone Alzu had played with before, so they just chirped in response.
That wasn’t a threat- not with someone who knew that Alzu enjoyed that sort of
thing. Which he clearly did, as his response to the smack was an even wider
grin and a short bark.
Almul didn’t stop for interactions, though, they wanted to
get to someplace quiet. Just in case Alzu got feisty in one way or another.
Because- what was Alzu going to do? Flirt with everyone more thoroughly and
then seduce someone into bed? Alzu didn’t like when drunk people were being hit
on, and Almul had some understanding of why, so… probably shouldn’t let Alzu
hit on people further than comments. And, hm- drunk people lost their
inhibitions, right? What if Alzu decided to start grinding on Almul? Because
Almul wouldn’t really mind that, in fact it would probably be enjoyable, but it
didn’t seem appropriate for anywhere in public.
Once they were in private, that changed. A quiet patch of woodland,
out of easy earshot of everyone- this would work. Chirruping softly, Almul set
Alzu down and sat down next to him, waiting to see what would happen- and was
immediately pounced on again.
Yep, they’d expected this. All right, fine by them, might be
interest-
No grinding? Also interesting, though a different kind. What
was Alzu up to, then, if not-
Puzzled, Almul wriggled until they got comfortable on their
back, chirping occasionally in gentle protest if Alzu stepped too hard on any
particular spot. So… what was he up to?
Alzu shifted around for a minute or two, trying to get
comfortable, then flopped gently against Almul’s side and propped himself up
enough to grin down at the other. “Yer cute. Real cute, know that? Lookit-
cutie. Cutie li’l. Yeeeah- cute. Lemme nuzz’l.” he muttered, then attempted to
nuzzle at Almul’s face. Since Almul had more empty space than face at the
moment, it didn’t do much- he just ended up with part of his face inside Almul’s
helm, which earned a pouty whine and a sulky expression. Which was rather hard
for Almul to see until they pushed Alzu’s face away.
Cute?
Almul murred softly, intrigued, but dismissed the comment.
Alzu was drunk, after all, and drunk people said silly things. And they really
had no complaints about their appearance, but they weren’t cute. You couldn’t be cute without a face. Also, they were made of metal and fire, so… not cute, no.
Then again, Alzu had called a dragon cute, so… his standards
were different. All the same, Almul shook their helm slightly and chuckled, a
visible signal of their dismissal. Nope.
“Yeeeah. Cute cute. An’ yer a smart- learnin’ stuff all
good. An’ a strong, yeah- an’ real brave. If I were you, I’d’a wann’ move t’
where there ain’t any humans ever. You? Yer walkin’ ‘roun’ wi’ all th’ humans.
Real good, yeah- brave. A good’n.” Alzu purred, tail waving, and kneaded his
hands firmly on Almul’s frame as he snuggled into the other’s shoulder. “Yeah…
warm. Good’n. Good, good.”
Doing his level best to hug Almul despite them being on the
floor, Alzu squirmed happily and pushed his face into Almul’s frame, gradually
settling against them until he could get comfortable lying still. “How of’n’m I
gonn’ have t’ say tha’? I wan’ y’ t’ hear.”
Oh, well- they weren’t so sure about all that. The first
couple of points, maybe, but- brave? No, that was silly. They kept having nightmares, for goodness’ sake, had
still barely gotten over that happening often. Yeah, definitely drunk talk. It…
felt nice, though, even if… a lot of it might not really be true. Heh.
Okay, they could… they could enjoy this, as much as they
would get of it, right? No harm. Just… talk, that was all. Just… talk.
Alzu must have noticed their disbelief, though, because he
grumbled softly before bapping Almul lightly in the helm with one hand. “Hey.
Yer a good’n. Brave’n good. Shoosh’n, you. Shoosh. You a good. An’ I got no- no
words, bu’ you a good. Y’ hear’n?
Yeah.”
Clumsily attempting to gather Almul’s entire frame into his
arms, Alzu snuggled up close and purred, nuzzling into their throat as much as
he could with such a long snout. “Good’n. You’s a good, Almul. Yah. Good’n.
Lookit- I luv ya, hear? Yeah- luv ya. Sweet li’l. All cudd’l.”
…what? Yeah, okay, Alzu was- was very drunk, and-
And still talking, not giving Almul any time to think, to
dismiss anything-
“Good’n warm, a li’l sweet’n. I gotcha. Good’n, luv ya. An’
I- lookit, ah’m drunk. So you- you ‘mind me, an’ then ‘ll tell y’ again, yeah?”
Alzu murred, then opened his mouth and fit it lightly around Almul’s throat before
slowly moving up to grip their helm. Shaking his head slowly back and forth, he
rocked Almul’s helm in a gentle, affectionate, very drooly gesture, then
finally let go and settled again. “Good ‘un.”
Oh.
Almul’s hands skittered uncertainly across Alzu’s back, then
they wrapped their arms around him and hugged, tight, staring up at-
Okay, so he was drunk, but he sounded sincere. Looked it, too. Ears up, eyes wide, tail waving, not
giving any sign that he was lying or- or anything.
Goodness.
Alzu meant that. All of it.
What… what were they supposed to do with that?
Almul had… absolutely no idea. Less than no idea. So they
just… didn’t do anything, not really, other than staring at Alzu. For… probably
two minutes, at least, during which time he got comfy and started to doze off.
Eventually, Almul raised one hand and stroked down Alzu’s
head, then curled fully into him and snuggled into his throat. Chirping quiet
sounds, they stroked his back and sides, as much as they could reach, trying to
figure out the odd fluttering in their chest that was not coming from any part of them, then…
They couldn’t speak. Never had been able to, as far as they
knew. But… they could try some other things.
They didn’t know exactly where Alzu’s heart was, but they
put their hand firmly over what was probably about the right spot, squeezing
gently at the thick fur there, and crooned the most affectionate sound they
could manage with a throat made of metal shards.
Almul decides to see if oral sex works on them at all.
The answer is… yes? Maybe?
It depends on your definition of “sex”.
Quiet glade, soft, mossy ground, and privacy. Nice and calm,
private, no one around. Good mood for both of them, Alzu with a full stomach
but not stuffed, nothing particularly urgent to do. This was a good time for a
proposition, right?
Granted, it wasn’t the usual sort. Mostly because Almul
wasn’t the usual sort. In particular, they didn’t have genitalia, or anything
even remotely like it. But they did have a crotch, and their plating was
sensitive to touch, and people got up to very interesting things that didn’t
involve their genitals, so… why not? May as well try. It wasn’t like Alzu had
any complaints about putting his tongue in interesting places.
Crooning gently to get Alzu’s attention, Almul slid their
hands over and wound their fingers into his ruff, pulling gently until he moved
with them. Chattering a quiet noise of entreaty, they pulled his head down
until the tip of his muzzle was pushed gently against their crotch piece, then
clicked hopefully and watched.
“…uh.”
Alzu blinked a couple of times, honestly confused, and
rolled his eyes up to look at Almul. This was a very blatant gesture, but…
Almul didn’t really have anything down here to lick. “D’you, uh… y’know, this
usually needs people t’ have somethin’ down here. But, uh- you wanna try? Yeah?
Sure- why th’ hell not. A’ight- lemme grab somethin’ real quick, an’ then I
will happily, uh… lick ya out? Maybe? Wha’ever this turns out t’ be.”
He pulled back slightly, reaching over to pull his pack
closer, and took out a short coil of thick rope. Muttering “gotta give ya
somewhere ta put them claws”, he tied a quick knot in the rope, then slipped it
over his head and settled it around his neck. It wasn’t tight, but it made a
decent makeshift collar, and it would give Almul somewhere to get his claws
into. “Here- grab on.”
Once Almul’s claws were settled into place, Alzu lowered his
head again and nuzzled firmly into their crotch, inhaling deeply before
flicking his tongue over the plating. Almul smelled like gently heated metal,
strange flame, and a hint of something like life-magic, about what one would
expect. Besides that, they smelled excited- not aroused, just intrigued.
Somehow, “intrigued” had a smell.
Almul clicked softly at the lick,
claws tightening around the collar, then slowly relaxed their entire frame and
let the sensation of settling plating sink into the point up against Alzu’s
snout. They knew from experience that this was the best way to get a piece of
plating off, to just relax until it could be nudged aside, and-
Oh.
The edges of their plates were
more sensitive, and Almul was reminded of that as Alzu’s tongue traced around
the edge of their loosening codpiece, earning a small shiver from them. And
then a much stronger shiver as Alzu nudged their codpiece up and pushed his
muzzle through the gap it left.
Grinning at a shuddering warble
from Almul, Alzu paused with just the very tip of his muzzle through the gap,
hands coming up to pet at smooth thighs. “A’ight… tha’s somethin’. You jus’
lemme know if ya wanta stop, yeah? But, other’n that- you want more, you pull
me in. M’kay?”
He waited a moment for
acknowledgement, then rumbled softly and began to lick gently, right around the
edges of the plating that usually met Almul’s codpiece. Now and then, he
stopped that motion in favor of rubbing with the side of his muzzle, letting
the fur stroke along the edges to see what it did.
Now, Almul might not have had the
equipment to express traditional arousal, but this had to be something similar. Alzu knew what budding arousal
felt like from between someone’s legs, and this seemed about right- quiet,
shaky little sounds, hands tightening on his collar, legs clamping lightly
around his head. He had to push Almul’s thighs apart to keep his muzzle from
being trapped, but it worked, and he was starting to get more sounds- so he
took a bit of a risk.
Oh, this felt nice. It wasn’t as strong as sexual
pleasure seemed to be for most people, but it was good, and Almul rocked their
hips lightly against Alzu in an attempt to get more. They’d seen that motion
before in this context, but had never been the one using it, and they rather
liked it. Chuffing a pleased noise, Almul rocked again, just a bit harder, and
then squealed when-
It took them a moment to parse
the sensation, but Alzu had pushed his muzzle deeper, spread their thighs
further apart, and licked at the inside of their lower back. It sent tingling
fire up where Almul’s spine should have been, and they skreeled a soft,
pleasured noise before tugging harder on the collar, leaning up enough to look
down at Alzu and see what he was doing.
Alzu crooned softly in return,
aware that his ears were lowering and his tail-wagging was settling into a
familiar up-and-down pattern, and didn’t bother trying to nudge the submissive
impulses away. He didn’t want to sink into full subspace at the moment, nor did
he think Almul would know how to do that, but this soft fuzz of relaxed
submission was perfect for the situation. Just relax, let Almul take control,
and explore… whatever the hell this was. Because this was not a massage, but he really had no clue what to call it.
Ah well. It was fun, whatever it
was, and Alzu pushed his muzzle just a fraction deeper before pulling back a
bit. Rocking his head back and forth slightly, he eased the plating against the
sides of his muzzle a bit further apart, widening the gap where Almul’s crotch
plating had been, then lowered his head an inch or so to keep licking. Almul
squirmed nicely when he did this, so- whatever he was doing, whatever it felt
like, it was apparently very nice. “Nnh, yeah- lemme.” Alzu muttered, wriggling
until Almul’s legs were draped over his shoulders, and slo-o-owly began to push
his snout deeper. Maybe the further stretch would be good? Because it was a stretch, plating spreading further
apart but trying to clamp back around him, and Almul made a quiet sound of
pleasure with every squeeze. That, and those claws pulled on the collar and on
his ruff every now and then, coaxing him closer. So he obeyed, and he moved closer, feeling Almul’s heels kick lightly
against his back at the quick change.
This probably wasn’t what most people
felt with Alzu’s snout pressed up between their legs, it didn’t seem to be as
strong, but it was very nice and they
wanted more. Warbling, Almul rocked their hips in several quick motions,
pressing Alzu’s snout deeper into them, and groaned as that soft tongue swiped along the inside of their back. Alzu could reach
more spots as he continued to press further, and there was a stretch that was starting to move up
into Almul’s stomach as Alzu pushed deeper, deeper-
Almul warbled a quiet noise of
shock as they realized that Alzu had just about his entire head inside them,
then they went limp again, aside from the clamping of their legs and plating
around Alzu’s frame. And maybe that should have been disturbing, but, oh- this
was Alzu, and he was trying to make them feel good, and he was succeeding-
Skreeling in pleasure, Almul rolled
their hips up against Alzu, one hand leaving the collar in order to grip at the
ground under them.
Somehow, despite the sheer
strangeness of what they were doing, this whole situation had gotten rather
erotic. Yes, Alzu had now stuffed his entire head and some of his neck up
inside Almul’s frame, and yes it was weird, but Almul sounded happy. And the motions, well- that felt like what he was
used to, absolutely. Granted, he’d never gotten more than just his muzzle-tip
inside someone before, but that rolling motion and the rhythmic squeezing were
more than familiar. So he went with it- licked whatever he could reach,
occasionally paused to breathe hot air against the damp spots, and stroked his
hands along whatever plating he could easily reach without pulling his head out
to get a proper look.
Almul was definitely still
coherent, more so than people generally seemed to be during sex, and they were
still able to let their mind wander over the situation. Nothing seemed to be
building up, their pleasure had plateaued, and that didn’t seem to be about to
change. But that was okay- this still felt very nice, and they would be happy
to just continue for awhile. Not too long, it was tiring, but oh-
Eventually, exhaustion won, and
Almul kreeked gently as they pushed Alzu away. They were tired, and starting to
feel more sensitive, and they were just about done with this, so- time to stop,
yes? Yes.
Groaning softly at the sensation
of Alzu slowly retreating, of their plating starting to settle back into place,
Almul rocked their hips a few times more before settling down against the
ground again. Crooning quietly, they held Alzu’s ruff in their hands for a few
seconds, then let go and relaxed to look up at Alzu.
“Oh, lookit you.” Alzumuttered,
quickly rubbing both hands over his face to settle all his fur down, and sat
back to look down at Almul. Worked up, disheveled, the ground around them
scraped up where they’d braced themself with both hands- a lovely picture. And
sexy, even without any actual sex involved. “Ahh, pretty… lemme clean ya up.”
There wasn’t really anything to
clean up, truthfully, but Alzu had to help Almul settle somehow. So he did-
leaned down and rubbed at Almul’s sides, then a bit further up, leaning down to
nuzzle and nibble gently at their gradually settling plating. More firm
petting, stroking, massaging plating down into place, gradually working his way
up to settle against Almul.
Once Almul looked at least mostly
re-settled, Alzu flopped down next to them, curling gently against their frame.
“Yeah, okay- that wasn’ really sex, bu’ it was damn close. You got all
sensitive, huh? A’ight- settle.”
The pleasure faded gradually, and
Almul crooned the entire time, arching gently against Alzu and reaching up to
rub behind his ears. Happy enough to let the pleasant buzz linger without
anything that might interrupt it, they slowly pulled the rope collar off, then
stretched long and slow before curling up against Alzu. Oh, good, soft- lovely.
They’d have to do this again. Not
soon, it was tiring and all they really wanted right now was to nap, but it
felt good. Maybe they could try to work with other sex things that people did?
Yes. Definitely. Alzu knew about
a lot of sex things, he probably knew
just about all the things to try.
Later, though.
Prrr.
Almul has a nightmare, Alzu tries to help.
Warning for a nightmare involving something that, though technically non-sexual, is probably best termed ‘rape’.
Strong hands forcing
buckles apart despite their feeble efforts to struggle free, bare human skin
somehow not parting under their claws, muffled skreels for help going unheard
as the pool of Alzu’s blood started to soak into their back and stain their
cloak-
Clasps clamping down
painfully tight, fixing their plating around unpleasantly shifting limbs and
damp, wet skin, their last few scraps of mobility vanishing as a being far
stronger than them forced them to move-
Oh-so-familiar despair
and helplessness sinking in again as their vision started to fade out, as the
sounds around them dimmed, as their voice gave out, as their entire frame was
pressed around the body of the being who was controlling them, forcing them to move, their entire
world fading to nothing but the sensation of someone inside them-
Alzu was dead, and the
being who had killed them had caught Almul, wasn’t hurt by their claws, wasn’t
burned by their flame, was stronger than them and had them prisoner and they
couldn’t get away, and Almul’s last
coherent act was a silent scream of panic as their claws tried to clench on
nothing and failed-
“Almul, hey- hey, wake
up-“
Suddenly, the clammy heat inside them and the sticky, hot
puddle against their back vanished, replaced by coolness against their back and
a familiar, soft, comfortable warmth
sprawled across their front. Correction: sprawled across them, wrapped around
them, and licking their helm.
And somebody was screaming.
Oh. Their voice was back.
Bewildered, Almul trailed off and stared up at the
blackness, claws flexing on whatever they were hooked int- ah, no, that felt
like thick fur and skin, and this was Alzu,
alive and warm and now bleeding but
only thanks to them-
And the seemingly invincible human was gone. Just Alzu- hugging them and licking gently at their helm.
What… what had just-
“Ah, fuck- ah’m sorry, Almul. Figured you’d be sleepin’ f’
awhile, ran off t’ get some supplies- an’ then I come back an’ yer screamin’
yer li’l helm off. Shh-shh, ‘s okay- ‘s jus’ me. I gotcha. Ain’t hurtin’ ya.
Ain’t no one here, shush, I gotcha. Now, ah… take yer claws outta my
shoulders?” Alzu asked softly, letting his head rest gently on Almul’s
shoulder, and loosened his grip on them slightly. “Ain’t no good tryin’ t’ let
y’ sleep alone, huh? Easy, sh-“
Almul’s vision flickered back into existence, and they
chirped out a quick apology as they removed their claws from Alzu’s hide,
leaning up to see if he was- no, no, he wasn’t bleeding much, his fur had
gotten in the way, he was probably-
He was alive, Alzu
was alive, Almul was free, no one was hurting either of them-
Almul made a soft, rattling, sobbing noise, shaking all over, and buried their face in Alzu’s
shoulder. Pressing up against him, they rocked slowly, whining, arms tight around
Alzu’s frame, clinging with everything that they had to the one who kept them safe-
Safe from people, safe from the weather, from their own mind.
Quivering, Almul tried to curl into a ball with Alzu,
chattering softly as he obliged them and curled with them. Pushing into Alzu as
much as they could, they tried to rock into his frame, doing their absolute
best to just melt into him and into the ground.
“Yeah, there we go- shh. Ah, Hell- you’d be cryin’ now if ya
could, wouldn’ ya? Poor thing- heard ya screamin’ all th’ way back on th’ road,
an’ you got plenty t’ be screamin’ about. A’ight… tha’s it. No lettin’ you
sleep alone. M’kay- you keep clingin’, y’ rattle-cry all y’ want, I am gonn’
sit up an’ try out- look, I got polishin’ stuff. Lemme get you all shined up-
gonn’ make ya look pretty. Lemme know if any o’ this ain’t comfy.”
Alzu didn’t try to get loose of Almul’s grip, but he did
wiggle until he had the top half of himself free and could reach his bag.
“A’ight. I got good scrubby sand, a new scrubbin’ cloth, an’ some oil. Talked
t’ the local armorer, asked ‘er ‘bout magical armor, an’ she says this ain’t
gonn’ mess wi’ anything. Didn’ tell ‘er what kind of magical, don’ worry. I figure- we get you all shiny, you
prob’ly feel nice.”
Crooning softly, he started on a spot on Almul’s shoulder,
rubbing firmly with a cloth coated in the sand and oil. It easily cleared away
the assorted dirt, and, after a bit more work, it removed the thin outer layer
of dingy plating. Alzu had figured out at that point that Almul apparently
shed- as their outer plating began to tarnish, it would eventually be easy
enough to scrub loose, but the thickness of their plating never decreased.
Presumably they grew more somehow. That also explained why their lighter scars faded
away, why only the scars that went entirely through plating stayed over time.
Interesting, and helpful. Besides- as Alzu scrubbed away the ready-to-shed
bits, there was a soft sheen revealed underneath, and it looked nice. Hopefully
he could get Almul cleaned up enough to see that nice shine everywhere.
Soothed more than slightly by the pleasant scrubbing, Almul
gradually stilled, their shuddering easing away. Chirruping quietly, they
pushed their face into Alzu’s shoulder again, hugging close, and began to knead
softly at what they could reach of his back. Okay, maybe this could… could they
apologize? They’d dug their claws into Alzu, hurt him, and, oh- he was so good to them, he didn’t deserve that, he
deserved good things. And that- that was much nicer to think about than what
had just been happening, so they were just going to lay here, rub at Alzu’s
back, and try to decide what else to do.
By the time Alzu had finished scrubbing both their forearms,
they had a plan. Chirping quietly, they wriggled until they got free of him,
then immediately climbed up onto his back and straddled his hips, just above
his tail. A tail which immediately started to wag much harder, especially as
Alzu placed both hands between his shoulder blades.
Azu instinctively pushed up into the weight, propping
himself up on his elbows to look over his shoulder, then relaxed a bit and just
aimed a lazy grin up at Almul. “Hey- get yer rusty ass back down here, I gotta
finish cleanin’ you. Can’t reach ya if yer up ther- ooh. Ooh. Ah, m’kay, thiiis is not quite what I intended to- nnh, nope,
not complainin’. Yeah, that is nice.”
Slumping down against the ground, Alzu laid his head down
and just relaxed, eyes fluttering shut as the heels of Almul’s hands pressed
against the areas just below his shoulder blades. “Ah, yeah… mmh. Li’l bit in?
Yyyyeah. ‘S too bad you ain’t gotta dick, otherwise y’ could fuck me an’ do
that at th’ same time, an’ you know how much people like it when I do that t’ ‘em.
We gotta get y’ a fake cock, strap ‘er onta ya, an’ then we have some fun. Ooh- y’ wann’ try?”
Much calmer now, Almul massaged gently up and down Alzu’s
back, everywhere they could easily reach except the bleeding spots. They
thought about the suggestion for a moment, then shrugged and nodded, definitely
intrigued. What- that was something that could be done? They wouldn’t feel it, of course, but it would
probably be fun. Good noises from Alzu, probably.
And definitely a much more pleasant thing to consider than
some other thoughts that wanted out.
Hm. Come to think of it, Alzu distracting them with touch,
attention, and talk of sex was very in-character.
Nice.
They’d have to let him continue polishing them once they
were done rubbing his back. But first- this. See if he kept making pleasant
noises. Maybe see if this was the sort of contact that led to people becoming
aroused. Then again- Alzu might not be a good measure for what got people
turned on. A lot of things got Alzu turned on.
Though, apparently, not this. Maybe because his crotch was
pressed against the ground? Or maybe just the wrong sort of attention. Almul
could try to ask later, but, for now, rubbing.
And not thinking
about before.
Not right now.
Maybe eventually, but not right now.
Alzu and Almul inspect a corpse, Almul takes out some frustration on said corpse. Warning: messy. Descriptions of a corpse being messily taken apart and inspected. Also- it’s not technically cannibalism because they aren’t the same species, but Alzu is an opportunistic carnivore faced with a body made of meat. His response is unsurprising.
“What- you wanna know why that works?”
Alzu kicked lightly at the corpse of someone who had
formerly been a rather nasty rapist, turning the body over to look down at the
severely burned face. “Yeah, actually- not a bad question. See- clearly dead,
but you only burned ‘is face. Got all choke-y, though. Bet he couldn’t breathe,
but- yeah, might as well, let’s figure ‘er out. Gonn’ make a mess o’ the guy
anyway, may as well learn.”
Hefting the corpse, Alzu tossed it over one shoulder and set
off, tail wagging slightly as he watched Almul following. Almul got an energy
boost from being near something that was dying, so they were now trotting
happily, almost seeming to whistle as thin lines of smoke wafted up from their
frame. If Alzu were to open Almul’s chest, their life-flame would be visible
and burning bright.
Once they were well away from the road, Alzu dropped the
corpse and pulled a large hunting knife from its spot alongside his pack,
crouching to inspect it. “A’ight- let’s see if I can open this wi’out makin’ a
mess.”
Almul sat down nearby and rested both hands on the ground,
watching intently as fragile human hide parted under the knife, and didn’t
bother trying to hide their satisfaction at the noise it made. Ugh- smooth
skin. They had nothing against humans, really, but the squishy things still had
such an awful texture. And, after so
long feeling that inside them, unable
to see properly or focus on anything else, there was something viscerally
satisfying about watching-
Wait, now… it didn’t have to just be watching. Rumbling
softly, Almul reached out with one hand and slowly dragged it down the man’s
leg, watching the cloth part, then repeated the motion- this time tearing
through skin. And he was right- it was satisfying.
So very, very satisfying. Enough that he repeated the motion, then again- with
both hands this time, clawtips sharp as possible, ripping pale skin to shreds.
Then further through skin, into and through muscle, shredding in further until
the still blood started to cake their hands-
“Woah, hey- Almul, you wanna mess ‘im up, I got no
complaints, bu’ you might be gettin’ kinda- hey now, easy, shh. Catharsis is
all well an’ good, jus’ no good makin’ yerself more upset while ya do it. Easy-
shift t’ th’ other leg now, gonn’ get blood all up in yer hands. Yeah? There we
go.” Alzu purred, pausing in his careful parting of the skin and muscle to
watch Almul for a moment. “Tha’s better.”
He had to crack the ribcage rather carefully to get to the
lungs intact, but it worked, though he had to pull a few large chunks of rib
out. And, of course, pop them into his mouth to chew on. “Now-“ *crunch* “-what
we have here arrrre- lookit, tha’s a heart, you know ‘bout them. Now, these’re
lungs. You also know ‘bout them, yeah? We got heart here- pushes blood ‘round.
Lungs, they get air in ‘em. People really need air in ‘em or they die, you
figured tha’ out. This, here- diaphragm. Real strong hunk o’ muscle. This-
pretty sure it pulls down an’ helps open th’ lungs. Ain’t no good for eatin’,
not bad fer jus’ chewin’ on. Anyway- lungs. They got air in ‘em. All th’ way up- that’s th’ windpipe. Gonn’ cut that
through, an’-“
A few deft cuts and nicks with his claws, and he lifted the
lungs out of the human’s chest, splaying them grotesquely across the relatively
intact stomach. The hunting knife, next- slicing down the windpipe, then into
and across one of the lungs. When he spread them open, thick burns were
revealed all down the windpipe and into the lungs, scorching them almost beyond
recognition. “Well. There’s yer problem.”
Pausing to point out the issue, Alzu aimed a tongue-lolling
grin at Almul, prodding at a particularly bad spot. “Lookit this mess, Almul-
that ain’t good! Okay, look- I dunno how lungs really work, but I doubt they can do it when they’re
all burnt up. Tha’s why ‘e’s dead. You gotta have lungs t’ be a workin’ human,
an’ they gotta work, an’ you made ‘is lungs not work. Nasty. But- mmph-“
Clearly he had to
see what those tasted like. And they fit in his mouth in two nice bites.
“-like a lotta nasty things, tasty.”
Almul had mostly been ignoring Alzu’s work in favor of
clawing up the corpse’s other leg, stripping long ribbons of skin free and
hissing in satisfaction with every long stroke, but they stopped to look the
organ over before Alzu, once again, ate their anatomy lesson. Chirping quietly,
they shook their head and flicked both hands, peeling loose the bits of gore,
and leaned over to look down at the exposed organs. Humans were complicated.
What did all this do, again? They only knew about the bits that could make
someone dead if you damaged them right. So, making the noise that they’d
established with Alzu as meaning “please explain”, they indicated something
that was in the “this will eventually kill someone but not right away” section,
wanting to know what some of those things did.
“Wha? Ah- let’s see. Okay. That, there, tha’s a liver. Real
tasty, lotsa meaty flavor. Not certain wha’ it does, bu’ I know people who
drink a lot got real messed-up ones, an’ there’s some diseases that’ll do it.
Makes people ge’ yellow eyes, an’ they get real sick when they got messed-up
livers, so I think it does somethin’ like blood-cleanin’? Now- this, in here,
dunno. Uh- tha’ thing? Tha’s a kidney. Lookit- you follow th’ string down, goes
t’ the bladder. Tha’s where piss stays. I figure kidneys’re wha’ make it. Dunno
why, sorry, y’d need a doctor. Uh- you punch someone in their back, o’r th’
kidneys, they start screamin’. Don’ taste good, either. Now- I am gonn’ eat
this liver.”
Alzu then proceeded to eat the liver, tail wagging
vigorously, before just driving both hands into the corpse’s innards and
ripping. Standard contract deal- make a horrific mess of someone’s innards,
hang them up as a warning, write whatever they did on something nearby.
In this case, a cliff.
Almul sat back and watched, fascinated as always by the way
flesh tore under proper force, and kneaded their claws in the leaf litter to
clean the worst of the blood away. As Alzu continued to work, they edged over
and grabbed the pack, pulling out a length of rope, and fastened it around the
corpse’s ankles. The knot was not neat, they were still learning how all that
worked, but it held well enough, and they had the end of the rope in their
hands as Alzu stood up.
“Yeah- there we go, yer learnin’ how ta make knots.” Alzu
declared, tail waving a bit harder, and hoisted the corpse in both hands so
that the end of the rope could be tossed over the branch. A quick pull and
another knot later, and the corpse was suspended from the tree by both ankles
and one arm- thoroughly undignified, plus it showed off all the damage. Alzu padded
over to the cliff nearby for just long enough to paint “RAPIST” in messy
letters across it, using the blood all over his hands, then shook himself and
scooped the pack up as he padded away. “Startin’ ta leak gut contents
everywhere. C’mon- let’s get a river.”
Churring in agreement, Almul followed Alzu and snagged a
cloth from the pack to clean their hands off, quiet and satisfied. Okay. That…
that had felt nice.
Maybe they could do this with the next target. It wasn’t as
if the average rapist deserved any respect, after all- might as well use them
for something helpful.
“I said-“
Bristling, Alzu stood up and stretched to his full height,
glowering down at the target of his ire. His easy, relaxed manner had vanished,
as had his accent, and he made certain to pronounce each word very carefully so
that there would be no hope of a “can’t understand you” blow-off.
“Do not touch them. They do not like that, they have made it
clear, and you will respect that.”
The source of the problem, an unpleasant male human who had
gotten far too grabby, visibly blanched at being told to back off by 7+ feet of
pissed-off Lyca. There were too many people watching for him to back off,
though, so he did his best to stretch enough to match Alzu. It failed entirely,
of course. “What do I care? It’s a damn suit of armor- supposed to be something
you wear,” he hissed, then reached
out with one hand, planting it firmly on Almul’s arm.
“Wrong answer,” Alzu snarled, and lunged- shoving the human
away and putting himself in front of Almul. Hunching his shoulders and lowering
his head, he opened his mouth and curled his lips in a snarl, displaying every
fang in his long, long jaws. As he spoke, he prowled closer to the human, fur
bristling in a thoroughly intimidating threat display.
“When I said respect
that, I meant fuck off.”
On the last word, he lunged, snapping his jaws shut so close
to the human’s face that his front teeth nicked skin.
That did it. The
blood drained entirely from the human’s face, except in the shallow scrapes
welling bright red, and he just about tripped over himself turning to run.
Alzu watched the human flee with no small amount of
satisfaction, then turned away from the rest of the bar, ignoring the stares
and mutters. “There we go. Got rid o’ ‘im. Y’okay, Al- ah, no, not okay? A’ight,
easy… I gotcha. C’mon- don’t smell so nice here anyway,” he muttered, pushing
his muzzle against the side of Almul’s helmet, and nuzzled softly until he got
Almul standing. “Easy- get on up. Gotta leave, an’ yer heavy. ‘Sides, I figure
you don’ wan’ me carryin’ ya.”
It took some nuzzling and gentle pushing, but he managed to
get Almul standing, gently steering them towards the door. “G’on.”
Almul was trembling, but they obeyed, albeit clicking
rapidly and almost pushing back against Alzu. They didn’t want to be moved, but they absolutely wanted to go
the way Alzu was suggesting, and- oh, they wanted to leave, they wanted very
badly to leave.
Alzu stayed close and nuzzled Almul’s scruff the entire
time, crooning gently, and tried not to touch too much aside from the necessary
steering. Almul tended to walk in a fairly straight line when upset like this,
and they needed to be somewhere off to the side. “G’on… trees, see? Gonn’ go
over there an’ sit, hm? Shh, shh- gotcha.”
Once they were behind enough trees to be hidden from
passers-by, Alzu sat down with his back against a tree and crooned enticingly,
patting his legs and trying to lure his friend down. “C’mere- y’wanna touch?
Nice’n soft- c’mere, pet me. Tha’s good, right?”
Yes.
Clicking very softly, Almul fidgeted for a moment, agitated,
then crouched in front of Alzu and reached for him. Making an agitated scraping
noise, they tucked their frame into Alzu’s lap, folding into a little ball and
stroking at his arm with both hands. No, no, no- why? They had been enjoying
things at the bar, enjoying all the people, and then someone had insisted on touching them- hadn’t
listened, hadn’t backed off, had just grabbed-
Almul flinched as two hands slid up under their cloak, but
gradually relaxed at the familiar, slow petting, slumping further against the
soft-furred frame. Alzu was soft, nice- so, so soft. Didn’t feel like before, like the humans who had caused
this,just felt like Alzu. Safe,
comfortable, not about to try anything, just… holding them, trying to comfort,
trying to make them feel better. Nuzzling their helmet- all soft, gentle. Nice.
Almul leaned into Alzu’s snout, clicking in appreciation, and lightly stroked
at all the thick fur on his front. They were still shaking, though, claws
trembling against his frame as they tried to shiver away the sensation of hands
grasping at them, forcing buckles apart, sliding up inside them and manipulating them-
Squawking a harsh sound of metal on metal, Almul shuddered
violently and kicked out, claws scraping on the tree behind Alzu as they tried
to claw away from the memory and the sensations.
“Oh, hah, shh- easy, y’a’ight, shh-“ Alzu crooned, sliding
his hands up further to grip firmly just below where Almul’s cloak was
attached. This was a good spot to touch, it didn’t seem to upset Almul, and
that- that was important right now, he needed to make this better.
Tail waving as much as possible given the position, Alzu
shifted until he could rock slightly, continuing to speak gently and pet
Almul’s frame. “Shh, ‘s a’ight. Ain’t anyone tryin’ anything. I gotcha. Ain’t
gonna haveta worry ‘bout that any more, no one’s gonn’ make y’ do anythin’.
Promise. Ain’t gonn’ let anyone do that t’ ya.”
Alzu continued to rock and croon for several more minutes,
licking gently at the side of Almul’s helm then sighed and shook his head when
it failed to be effective. “This ain’t workin’, huh? A’ight. Bet we can find ya
some water- y’ wanna get washed off? Yeah? C’mon- that’ll help ya. Up, up-
c’mon, shiny, I gotcha. There gotta be near a river here. Always rivers near
human stuff. Up, up.”
Almul rasped unhappily the whole way up, protesting at being
moved, but followed Alzu when he started walking. Alzu could smell water, Alzu
could find water, which meant Almul could get clean, and they wanted that beyond what they could express.
Whining an unpleasant sound of metal quavering against metal, they pressed up
close behind Alzu as they followed, pushing their face into his back now and
then. He smelled like warm fur, sweat, leaf litter, and dead things, not at all
like humans, not like the cloying scent that had taken what felt like weeks to scrub free of their insides-
Hands sliding up under their own chestplate, Almul clawed at
the inside of their plating, trying to scrape away the sensation of sticky heat
and the stink of a furless mammal in
a closed space, and they sped up to get past Alzu and at least try to find some kind of water. Alzu was
not moving fast enough.
“A’ight, I gotcha- c’mon, fast.” Alzu muttered, ears going
back at the sounds, and sped up to just under a run. He wasn’t certain how fast
Almul could run with both hands stuffed into themself, but this would have to
work- that amount of distress was unacceptable.
The river was easy to find, upstream of town judging by the
lack of human-smell, and he wasted no time in stripping off everything he was
wearing in order to get in. “Go on, then, I gotcha, be right in, jus’ go an’
make y’self feel better.”
Almul did not wear clothing, and they would not have cared
if they did. They just plunged directly into the river, wading out until they
were almost submerged, and spread their plating apart far enough to start frantically
scrubbing their insides. The cold of the water pushed away the remembered
sticky heat, but the smell, the texture, was
still there, and it needed to stop, they
needed to get it out-
Once the pack was off his back, Alzu went digging around
until he found two items: a bag of coarse sand, and a large, rough cloth.
Pouring some of the sand into the cloth, he folded it a couple of times, then
called out a soft noise and waded into the river. “Shh, hey- gotcha. Uh- gotcha
if ya come out jus’ a li’l bit more, yeah? Y’ in too deep t’ scrub properly,
c’mere where I can see what ah’m doin’- yeah, there we go, c’mon.”
Standing chest-deep in the gently flowing river, Alzu
pressed softly against Almul’s back, stroking and nuzzling gently for a few
moments before touching low on his friend’s stomach. “Hey- lemme in? Jus’ fluff
tha’ plating out, lemme scrub ya clean. Yeah? ‘s okay, though, don’ haveta-
jus’ maybe lemme help? Ah, yeah- there we go, oh, good Almul, tha’s it, good- lemme help.”
Almul obeyed, chirping softly in distress, all the plating
along their front floating apart to let Alzu’s hands in. A quick shudder at the
sensation of armor being pushed further apart, but then it was a touch of fur rather than skin, coarse pawpads
rubbing softly before the cloth was brought to bear. The sand didn’t hurt,
being used like that- in fact, it felt good. Invigorating. More importantly,
cleansing. Rough and firm and familiar, Alzu
trying to make them feel better, Alzu caring about them, praising them-
Another shudder, softer this time, and Almul went limp
against Alzu’s front with a quiet hiccupping noise (and gesture) that spit fire
from the gaps around their helm. Whirring quietly, they turned their helm to
the side and leaned it against Alzu, their hands slowly coming back out from
their own innards in favor of reaching back to touch Alzu’s sides.
“Yeah… tha’s it. There we go… tha’s better. Good, good… so
good o’ ya t’ lemme try this. We feelin’ better, yeah? Good- gotcha. I gotch- ow, okay, I still gotcha, bu’ could you
move a li’l? Yer leanin’ yer shiny ass on m’ dick, an’ normally I would not
complain ‘bout somethin’ like this, bu’ you are made outta metal- there we go,
thankya. Okay. Still gotcha. You lean all nice on me- ain’t that heavy. Hol’ still, lemme scrub.”
Tongue lolling in a deliberately casual expression, Alzu
leaned the side of his muzzle against Almul’s ‘face’, rubbing his cheek against
the open spaces. He kept scrubbing, as well, shifting around to get at
different spots. The insides of Almul’s chest and abdomen, first, then up into
their shoulders before going down to clean around the insides of their hips. No
sexy comments, though. For once, Alzu was not in the mood for sexy comments.
Nor would Almul want that, of course. Other times, sure, it would be funny. Now,
heck no.
Right, Alzu was naked. Almul shifted to not lean on any
sensitive parts of him, pushing their face into Alzu’s muzzle, and whined
gently as they began to settle. The sensation of their insides being scoured should probably have been unnerving, but it felt good, and it pushed away
every other feeling in favor of something nice.
After a few minutes, they chirped quietly and nudged Alzu’s
arms until he withdrew, then settled the plating on their front, turned around,
and flared the plating in their back. Pressed chest-to-chest with Alzu, they
waited until his hands were back inside them, this time reaching in to rub at
the inside of their chest, then put their arms around Alzu and squeezed. They
had no voice to speak with, not really, but they purred as softly as possible
and nuzzled into his throat in an effort to make their thanks known. Alzu had
protected them, then brought them here and made them feel better, and it was good. They were thankful. Did- did Alzu
know that? It seemed very important to make sure that Alzu knew that.
Crooning as softly as they could, Almul began to knead at
Alzu’s back, trying to offer their thanks for what he’d done for them. Hopefully
it would be understood, even without words.
“Ah, yeah, I gotcha. Yer welcome. Shh-shh, gotcha- good,
good Almul. Yeah. Feelin’ better now, huh? Y’know, ‘s a good thing fer those
folks who hurt ya that they’re already dead, otherwise I’d’ve killed ‘em all
messy by now. You know I would, right? Yeah. I gotcha. Gotcher back- ain’t
gonna let anyone hurt’cha. An’ you don’ gotta put up wi’ that, ya know, you got fire.” Alzu reminded, letting a growl
slip into his voice, and tightened his grip just slightly. “Y’ can burn people.
Make’m back off. Make’m be dead. Ain’t
gonna be hurt like that ever again. I ain’t gonna let ‘em, you ain’t gonna let ‘em.
Not gonn’ be hurt again, promise. Shh-shh, good- relax. Ah, ‘ere- wanna get
out? Let’s go’n sit an’ be warm, hm? Sit in th’ sun.”
Good- Alzu understood. Almul rumbled in satisfaction, then
gently detached and backed off, turning away to get out of the water. They
paused to duck underwater all the way and flutter their plating, an
invigorating motion that rinsed them clean, then headed for the edge of the
river. It took them some effort, their boots were sinking into the mud and
there were what felt like large insects crawling on their legs, but they
managed to get back to the shore. Even if they had to stop in about a foot of
water to empty the mud out of their legs.
Once completely out of the water, they fluffed their plating
and shook, removing at least the majority of the water from their frame. They
wouldn’t rust if they stayed wet, but it was time to be dry now. Rumbling
softly, they stretched, settling themselves down, then clacked quietly and sat.
Okay- they could sit here, be in the sunlight, and just… relax. Much nicer than
a bar full of loud, grabby people. Less interesting for Alzu, but… this worked.
Right? Was this OK?
Hm, Alzu had vanished under the water and, from what Almul
could see, was trying to stuff something into his mouth. Apparently there was
food. In that case, this was probably fine by Alzu.
Grinning, Alzu raised his head and triumphantly held up a
crayfish, crunching on what were probably more crayfish, then popped the last
one into his mouth and waded back to shore. Pausing a respectful distance away,
he shook himself off, then loped over and flopped onto his belly near Almul. “There
we go. No more li’l noisy scumbags. M’kay- next town? I go to th’ bar an’ I get
drinks, then we sit in, like, a tree, an’ we enjoy th’ stuff an’ don’ haveta
worry ‘bout grabby folks. ‘cos fuck grabby folks. Eh?”
Perfect. Almul chirped in agreement, then edged over,
reached down, and roughly scuffed a hand up and down Alzu’s spine. Alzu liked
this, right? Ah, yes- wagging tail. Alzu liked this.
Their insides still tingled pleasantly from the scrub, every
other feeling had been pushed away in favor of the lingering sensation of rough
pawpads and a sand-filled cloth, and they were sitting in the sun to let their
frame dry. Plus, Alzu was with them, was happy, and specifically was happy
because of something that Almul was doing. That was… mm. That was very nice.
Those slits at the tip drip lube when he’s excited, the nubs are all really soft, and the knot expands when he cums. He’s a bit above average in size, but nothing ridiculous, which is fairly proud of. He’s also quite happy to have a dick that works out well for partners with just about any equipment he’s even remotely compatible with.
Feedback is welcome.
@twintailtoys , @shrineart , thoughts? You guys have way more experience with fantasy dicks than I do.
Lampworked glass inspired by Alzu. Still playing with the colors and shapes – more later 🙂
And I am officially saving this to use that pic as color reference, thank you, that is perfect.
Alzu’s “fuck OFF” expression.
I.e. your annual reminder that, friendly sex-hound or not, he does have several rows of teeth and the ability to remove limbs. Also, figured out some of his scars.
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