Chapter 2: Role Reversal
The snow was really coming down now, and Schaffer was glad to be inside the outpost, the heating system kept them cozy while elements that would kill an unprotected human in a matter of minutes battered the base from the outside. He sipped a mug of steaming coffee, it was a little gritty, but the heat of the beverage spread through his stomach and put a smile on his face. The Polars didn’t like the caffeine in coffee, and their tongues seemed almost indifferent to sweet flavors, but a mug of rehydrated milk and cream warmed on a stove top had turned out to be their drink of choice.
Runt sat beside him on a couch in the common room, a large space full of chairs and coffee tables that had been intended for the outpost’s original staff to hang out and relax in. Unlike most of the pack, Runt was short enough that he could sit on human-sized chairs rather comfortably, and he shared a seat beside Schaffer as the pair watched the blizzard outside the windows.
They didn’t really chat, there wasn’t enough of a common language to have in-depth conversations, but they were tactile creatures and Schaffer was happy to just cuddle with them. He didn’t miss human interaction, the small talk and forced smiles, the stifling falseness of it all. Here there were no such barriers, mental or physical, and letting someone know how you felt about them was as simple and as uninhibited as trapping them in an unsolicited hug.
Runt leaned down, lying his head on Schaffer’s lap and purring as he scratched him behind the ear. The vibrations got him hard, and Runt noticed, dropping quietly off the couch to kneel in front of him, his furry hands rubbing Schaffer’s thighs expectantly. Schaffer found him hard to refuse, lying back and relaxing as he prepared for another one of the Polar’s servile blowjobs. But as Runt unzipped his pants, releasing his member to bounce in the air, Schaffer took him by the wrist and moved him away. Runt cocked his head at him, not understanding.
“No, you know what, enough of that.”
Schaffer lifted Runt by the arm and stood him up, then kneeled in front of him, the alien peering down at him from above with a confused expression. Schaffer was tired of it, the little alien didn’t have to be subservient to everyone, Schaffer wasn’t, and the two were of a similar stature. It was time to give something back to his friend.
Runt wore nothing but an animal hide loincloth, tied around his waist with a leather belt, his erection already tenting the fabric as if to brush against Schaffer’s nose. He was lithe and skinnier than his peers, though still soft around the belly and lower body, and Schaffer began to untie the belt. The loincloth fell away, catching on the alien’s member for a moment before dropping to the floor, exposing Runt’s erection. He wasn’t as massive as Zagza was, the pack Alpha was almost a foot long with a girth that made him very had to take. Runt had about eight inches, not dramatically larger than the average human. His anatomy was red and shiny, with a tapered head and small, vestigial bumps that ran along its length. At some point in their evolutionary history they must have been barbs, but now they were atrophied and simply served as an extra dimension of stimulation.
The tip was already leaking clear fluid in anticipation, and Schaffer wasn’t sure how to handle the odd organ, he had always been on the receiving end before today. Runt was trembling, having realized what his friend had in mind, he was standing as still as his quivering legs would allow and seemed unsure of how to proceed. After eyeing the organ for a moment, Schaffer decided that it would be a better idea to simply bite the bullet, so to speak. He wrapped his lips around the tapered glans, and drew it into his mouth. Runt shivered, his furry fingers sinking into Schaffer’s hair for purchase, pointed claws pricking his scalp as he felt the alien member pulse on his tongue. It tasted of flesh, with a hint of salt, Runt’s musky smell in his nose as he placed his hands on the Polar’s downy thighs.
Runt certainly didn’t seem to be used to this, he was so excited that he was leaking a steady trickle of precum, his legs shaking as Schaffer circled the tip with his tongue. He recalled how the females responded to his oral attentions, Borealans had tongues that were long and impossibly agile, but they were also rough and oral sex could be a bit of a delicate procedure. Human tongues were soft and smooth, maddening to the aliens, and it seemed to be having the same effect on Runt as he shivered and gasped.
He was a little large for Schaffer to take him to the base, besides that tapered tip looked as if it would stab him in the throat, but this was just the beginning of what he had in mind for the little Polar. He wanted to build up his confidence, show him that despite his small stature, he could be a contender in the pack just as Schaffer was. He wanted the meek Polar to mount him, and this was the best way to get him in the mood.
He slid his tongue up and down Runt’s shaft, feeling the smooth flesh and the small bumps as the alien’s cock throbbed between his lips, fever hot and dripping like a faucet. He could feel Runt’s heartbeat through it, the organ jumping in tandem as Schaffer painted its length with his saliva.
When it was good and wet, he drew back, letting the strands of drool that connected its slippery surface to his lips break as the alien looked down with an excited and somewhat flustered expression on his face. He seemed a little disappointed, thinking perhaps that the encounter was already over, but Schaffer had something else in mind.
He stood and began to unfasten his belt, Runt dropping to knees, ready to reciprocate. Schaffer shook his head, slipping off his pants and underwear, then stepping out of them and lying back down on the couch. He removed his shirt too for good measure, Runt watching him as he waited for further instructions. Schaffer splayed his legs in invitation, and again the alien bowed his head, lowering himself down submissively, assuming that Schaffer wanted to make use of his mouth.
Growing frustrated with his sheer obliviousness, Schaffer leaned forward and took Runt’s member in his hand, guiding him forwards and down between his cheeks. The alien gave him a quizzical look, as if to ask him if he was really taking such a submissive position, and Schaffer tried to be reassuring.
Finally understanding, Runt spat into his furry palm, and coated his member in a further layer of thick saliva to act as a lubricant. His was thicker and slimier than that of a human, viscous like honey as it dripped from the shaft, Schaffer’s tentative blowjob rendered pointless. Oh well, Runt had clearly enjoyed it, maybe he’d make a point of doing it more often in the future.
Runt shuffled closer, Schaffer feeling his silky fur tickle his inner thighs, and the Polar pressed his glans against the human’s bud. Schaffer surprised himself by how much he wanted it, the anticipation he felt, an emptiness inside him that could only be filled by the alien’s member. It pulsed as it pressed against him, beating like a heart, and Runt gave him a look as if asking for permission to proceed. Schaffer gripped a handful of the fur on his hip, and pulled the alien into him, the pair gasping in unison as Runt’s rigid member penetrated deep inside him.
There was a moment of pain as the organ’s girth stretched him, which soon gave way to a dull pleasure as the two stayed still, growing accustomed to each other’s anatomy before daring to move a muscle. Schaffer could feel the Polar’s member flexing and throbbing inside him, every twitch making its hot surface bump against his prostate. He shivered and clenched, Runt planting his claws into the cushions that lined the back of the couch as he gritted his pointed teeth at the intense stimulation. They fed into each other, their excitement rising, finally finding it impossible to resist escalating their coupling as Runt began to slowly thrust into him.
Schaffer’s eyelids fluttered as he arched his spine, feeling Runt’s member pierce deeper inside him. Zagza was larger and he had been subjected the enormous Alpha’s advances more than once, but despite how intensely pleasurable it was, his exaggerated size resulted in a kind of numbing of the senses. Having the giant male force his face into the mattress and go to town resulted in an intoxicating blend of harsh pleasure and uncomfortable soreness, but this was different, Runt was smaller and his movements were more tender and careful. He could feel every tiny nub on the alien’s erection, grazing Schaffer’s prostate as he moved inside him, pressing against him in all the right places and just endowed enough to be comfortable.
Schaffer started to shiver, he had never really felt like this before, it was as if someone had hooked his body up to a jumper cable and was running an electrical current through his body. He felt no urge to accelerate and reach a quick, powerful climax as he did with Zagza, this was almost like being massaged from the inside-out and he wanted it to continue for as long as Runt could keep it up.
The Polar seemed to notice his change in demeanor, panting warm breath on Schaffer’s neck as he leaned over him and used the back of the couch for support, moving his hips in a slow rhythm as the human lay beneath him. Schaffer reached a hand up to run his fingers through the velvet fur that lined his chest and belly, feeling his firm muscles beneath the insulating fat, every gentle thrust blurring his vision.
The endless prostate stimulation was milking him, the bumps that decorated Runt’s shaft were positioned just right, a stream of clear fluid leaking from Schaffer’s painfully hard erection to pool on his belly as they rubbed against his insides. His tight walls gripped the foreign object like a glove, Runt’s thick saliva enough to ease its passing, yet not quite so slippery that their coupling was frictionless. Those damned bumps, the way the Polar’s cock throbbed inside him, every beat of his heart sending a flood of warm blood through his veins that Schaffer could feel against his passage ... it was unbearable.
Runt seemed to be getting into the swing of things, his posture was more dominant now, his breathy gasps replaced by a deeper growl that escaped his lips whenever Schaffer squeezed him. He wrapped his legs around the Polar’s hips, pulling him closer, forcing another masculine grunt from him as the alien peered down at him with a fresh lust in his eyes that Schaffer had never seen before.
The alien sank his teeth into Schaffer’s neck, not hard enough to break the skin but enough for him to feel it, classic Borealan dominance behavior. It stung, but Schaffer was accustomed to it, a pleasant shiver rolling down his spine as Runt lapped apologetically at the red mark he had left.
“That’s what I want,” Schaffer whispered, trying to make his tone sound reassuring. “Don’t lose your nerve now, this is ... I love this.”
His alien partner began to move faster, stronger, pushing deeper inside him as those intolerable bumps raked his most sensitive reaches. Electrical pleasure shot through his body, making his muscles weak and shaky, as if every glance of that throbbing shaft against his prostate was sapping his energy to leave him gasping and pliant. It was so thick, the alien’s girth enough that if felt like it was pressing against every nerve ending at once. The Polar’s tapered erection pushed deep, much of it passing beyond the point that he could feel anything besides a dull sense of fullness, but the sensations were so intense that he felt his mind slipping away...
Runt was growing more fervent, lifting one foot to rest on the couch for leverage as he increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, Schaffer taking handfuls of the fur on his chest and belly as the alien pressed him into the cushions. He felt flowery, giddy, unable to concentrate on anything beyond the pleasure. A strange new excitement washed over him as he looked up at Runt’s face with a new appreciation that bordered on adoration, his heart skipping as their eyes met and he felt the Polar’s cock flex inside him.
Runt leaned down to force his lips against Schaffer’s, soft and full, parting them with his tongue and pushing the long, slippery organ into the human’s mouth. Schaffer’s hands rose to sink into the silky fur of his cheeks, meeting the kiss as best he could, the alien’s oversized tongue painting the inside of his mouth and grazing the back of his throat. It was so thick and powerful, its texture rough on the top but smooth on the bottom, Runt’s embrace greedy and sexually charged. The damned thing was almost the size of a cock in its own right, wet with copper flavored saliva, Schaffer pulling Runt closer as he cradled the Polar’s velvet cheeks in his palms.
Their pace increased again, a fresh hunger rising inside the pair, tongues entwined as Runt plunged into Schaffer with what could only be described as ferocity. The salacious kiss dragged on, wanton and probing, Schaffer feeling almost as if he were being fucked from both ends as Runt licked and teased. A strand of saliva fell from their lips to join the pooling fluid on Schaffer’s belly, beads of it dripping from the tip of his member continuously as the alien ravished him.
Damn, it was like a hammer was hitting his prostate, every blow fogging his brain and deepening his lust. He broke off the kiss, their lips linked by a rope of thick drool, and wrapped his arms around the alien’s neck to pull his face into his shoulder. He clung to Runt, the Polar practically lifting him off the couch with the force of his thrusts and throwing him against the cushions behind him, his skin slick with sweat as it slid against the faux-leather. Runt mouthed and kissed his shoulder and the nape of his neck, pinching Schaffer with his teeth and teasing him with glances of his tongue. He seemed to like the taste of the human’s sweat, his claws still planted deep in the fabric of the cushions, his fur tickling Schaffer’s thighs and balls as he pressed against him.
He bit Schaffer’s neck again, and the human arched his spine, loosing a guttural groan that he had never heard himself make before. It was like Runt had been born for his, and Schaffer was taking the brunt of his newly discovered purpose, the raking of those bead-like vestigial barbs against his sweet spot making his toes curl.
He gripped the fur on Runt’s back and moaned into his shoulder, losing himself to the pleasure, becoming less and less inhibited as their dance went on. He couldn’t have imagined that Runt would be able to just ... fuck him into the couch like this, the wooden frame was creaking its complaints as they rocked it and the cushions were torn. They were running out of furniture, at this rate the pack would destroy every surface in the damned base through their habit of over-enthusiastic sex. Fooling around with Runt was not as overwhelming as it was with Scarface or Zagza, but it was somehow more intimate and personal.
The alien sucked his ear into his mouth, trapping it between his sharp teeth and chewing gently, probing with the tip of his tongue as Schaffer shivered and panted. This was all becoming too much, he could feel a pressure rising inside him, the pangs of a welling orgasm scratching at his senses. He clenched involuntarily, squeezing Runt’s member as the alien bucked and growled, his cock pulsing inside Schaffer as his warm blood pumped through it.
Runt rolled his hips, his pace becoming less measured and more frantic, the sound of tearing fabric in Schaffer’s ears as the Polar’s grip on the cushions around his head increased, stuffing falling free as his sharp claws shredded the material. Schaffer could feel the alien getting closer, his breathing becoming ragged, his member plunging deeper and faster as his excitement mounted.
Runt pressed his lips around Schaffer’s neck again, sharp teeth gripping him as if to hold him there as the alien’s member jumped and pulsed inside him. Schaffer yelped as he felt Runt’s fingers wrap his cock, his fluffy palm wet with the human’s leaking fluids, squeezing his aching erection and adding a new dimension of pleasure to their frenetic coupling. He began to stroke hard and fast, Schaffer’s eyes rolling back into his head and his spine arching, the stimulation inside and out mingling and sending bolts of cruel pleasure rippling through his body. Every pump of the alien’s damp fist was like an electric shock, Schaffer’s mind fading into a warm haze as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him.
Runt’s body shook, and he forced himself deep inside Schaffer as a powerful climax washed over him, forgetting the human’s limitations for a moment and grinding his bumpy cock against his prostate. Schaffer jerked and bucked, the alien’s member buried up to the hilt as it exploded inside him, flooding his guts with hot come. It was like lava as it poured into him, thick and syrupy like honey, every throb of Runt’s member pressing against his sweet spot as it pumped ejaculate into his passage. He came too, ropes of his emission spraying from his member as Runt held it in his furry hand, splattering his naked belly and coating the Polar’s fist.
A prostate orgasm was different from a standard one, a wave of warm, tingling pleasure sapping the strength from his body and making him quiver and shake as his contractions milked his shuddering partner. It wasn’t concentrated in his loins, but instead spread up his spine and out through his nervous system as if he had been frozen and was now being thawed from the inside-out. He trembled and gasped, his hands covering his burning face as Runt kept his hold on his neck, teeth breaking the skin to draw a trickle of blood as his hot breath washed over him.
Schaffer couldn’t think, his conscious mind had left him, he was lost in a mire of sensation and mingling pleasures that threatened to unhinge him. Runt just kept going, the usually submissive alien lost in a fugue, emptying into Schaffer and then fucking the obscene fluids deeper. Globs of his come leaked from Schaffer’s hole, his own erection oozing a continuous strand of white emission as the alien hammered his prostate.
It just kept going, he could feel the endless wads of alien semen sliding against his insides as the pressure forced them downward and out of him, the callous treatment of his prostate prolonging his orgasm way beyond anything he could have anticipated.
When Runt finally withdrew Schaffer was a shivering wreck, lying limp on the couch as viscous ejaculate leaked from his splayed hole, his own fluids pooling on his belly as his erection slowly receded. A euphoric afterglow fell over him like a warm blanket, almost giddy as he recovered. Runt still leaned over him as his fleshy penis throbbed and bounced, a few stray drops falling from its tip to fall to the couch.
Runt kneeled in front of him, parting Schaffer’s thighs with his furry hands, his long tongue leaving his mouth to curl around the human’s still sensitive member. Schaffer winced as the Polar cleaned his shaft, scraping away the come with his rough organ and sucking off the residue that still hung from his glans. When he was done he moved up his body, licking the ejaculate from Schaffer’s belly as he watched from above with drooping eyelids, the barbs of Runt’s feline tongue tickling his skin as he lapped at the slimy mess and pressed his lips against the human’s abs to suck and mouthe. He left trails of saliva, his tongue warm and slippery, Schaffer’s fingers pressing tentatively against the bite marks Runt had left on his neck as the alien cleaned him up dutifully.
The little Polar had surprised him, exceeding his expectations, he had thought that the meek alien might have been convinced to take the lead but he had fucked Schaffer into a shivering mess with little encouragement. They would have to do this more often...
Runt crawled up onto the couch beside him, pressing his lips against the red tooth marks on Schaffer’s neck apologetically, nuzzling and crooning.
“Don’t worry about it,” Schaffer mumbled, “you did great.” He reached up to scratch the Polar’s head, feeling him wrap a fluffy arm around his belly as he settled in next to him. Schaffer could still feel Runt’s member inside him, like some kind of imprint, that satisfaction and sense of wonderful fullness lingering long after they had decoupled. He was still full of his come no doubt, he could feel its warmth in his belly, the alien’s now flaccid member pressing against his thigh and almost hot enough to burn him.
Might as well sleep here for a while, he was exhausted, his muscles were sore and there was the dull ache of sex in his nethers. They could clean up this mess later. He rested his still rosy cheek against the Polar’s downy chest, giving in to his fatigue and closing his eyes, letting the beating of the alien’s heart lull him to sleep.