Chapter 5: Three's a Crowd

Scarface led them down the hall and past some bedrooms that were occupied by piles of sleeping Polars, searching for a free dorm and eventually finding one, thrusting the pair into the room and then closing the door ominously behind them with a click as the lock engaged. They landed on the mattresses that lined the floor, white hairs from previous occupants littering the space, the two bunk beds that were unable to support the weight of the pack members pushed out of the way towards the back of the room.

Schaffer had a good idea of what was about to happen, Shrimp trembling beside him on the mattress, whether from anticipation or fear it was hard to say.

Scarface was usually distant and reserved, her true personality only really flourishing when she was alone with her chosen partner, where her stoic exterior fell away and she fucked like an angry tiger. Perhaps this case was similar, the alcohol was eating away at her resolve like some kind of corrosive chemical, her underlying lust and playfulness shining through as she watched the two friends with a covetous expression and wet her lips hungrily.

She stalked towards them, swaying as she tried to balance on the soft mattress beneath her feet, her head swiveling between the pair before her eyes locked onto Shrimp. She crouched over the little alien, two or three feet taller than her, then pinned her to the ground. Shrimp sank into the mattress under the larger Polar’s weight, Scarface burying her teeth in the fur of her neck, her biting and kissing out of view from where Schaffer was sitting but obvious from the way her quarry bucked and shivered. She seemed to be asserting herself over the younger Polar, punishment for her stepping out of line and having ideas beyond her station back in the kitchen, perhaps?

Her large breasts hung enticingly in their leather sling, heavy and pendulant as she ravished Shrimp, the bewildered Polar loosing squeaks and whines as she licked and bit at her sensitive throat and shoulders. Schaffer had rarely seen her so overwhelmed and excited, not since the first time that he had goaded Shrimp into joining an orgy that she had been too afraid to participate in. Perhaps this situation was similar, it seemed to be a pattern with the meek Polar, she fretted and hesitated until someone gave her the push that she needed to pursue her desires. And now she was pursuing a mighty huntress who wouldn’t have given her the time of day had Shrimp not confronted her.

It seemed to have worked, if anything her sheer audacity had drawn Scarface’s attention and now the towering alien was putting her in her place, in the sensual way that these aliens preferred to resolve their conflicts.

Shrimp’s eyelids were fluttering as Scarface played her lips and teeth over her vulnerable neck, the unspoken message that she could have severed the youth’s jugular with her sharp fangs were she so inclined, but they both knew that reasserting her higher position in the pack hierarchy would take ... other forms.

Schaffer watched as Shrimp rubbed her thighs together, excitement dampening her loincloth as Scarface took the squirming aliens furry cheeks in her clawed fingers and delved into her mouth once again, Schaffer’s hardening member starting to ache as he watched their serpentine tongues intertwine and wrestle. She was really laying it on thick, maybe because she was a little drunk for the first time in her life, but the little Polar’s eyes were watering and Scarface seemed to want her so affected that she couldn’t hope to mount any kind of resistance.

She broke off to leave Shrimp panting and shivering, a strand of her thick saliva linking their lips as her obscenely long, slippery organ coiled back into her mouth. She turned her predatory gaze towards Schaffer, her blue eyes meeting his gaze, and he felt his heart skip in his chest as her fuzzy tail coiled around his ankle like a tentacle. She dragged him towards them across the bed, her tail strong enough to lift him on its own without much difficulty, and she deposited him beside his gasping companion.

She glanced between them as her lips curled into a salacious grin, as if she were standing before a buffet with her favorite dishes laid out before her, bawdy scenarios no doubt coursing through her brain as she decided what to do with the pair. She tended to take what she wanted from Schaffer when they shared some alone time, her lovemaking was greedy and passionate, her relentless pace leaving him exhausted and satisfied. Now he saw that same glint her eye, beginning to remove his clothes in anticipation of what he knew was coming next.

Scarface watched him, her gaze playing over his familiar body, then she scruffed Shrimp again. She did it tenderly this time, rolling her over and dropping her beside Schaffer, the two of them bouncing on the mattresses as the springs creaked under their weight. She tore Shrimp’s loincloth free, unfastening the knot that held her belt together from behind and discarding the garment, leaving the alien exposed as her already sopping loins leaked a strand of clear fluid to stain the bedding. Shrimp removed the strap of animal hide that she wore over her chest to contain her bosom, unfastening it from behind with trembling fingers to let her breasts fall free, small by Polar standards but the size of cantaloupes no less as they bounced softly. Schaffer was fully erect, sore and wanting as Shrimp crawled closer, the now submissive Polar planting lingering kisses on his chest and shoulders. Scarface’s aggressive attentions seemed to have made her pliant and obedient again, Schaffer feeling his erection jump in the air as the alien crawled her soft lips down his belly and her fluffy fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Scarface sat down heavily, her legs crossed as she plunged a hand beneath her loincloth, her fingers moving frantically under the fabric as she watched Shrimp roam lower. This was for Scarface’s benefit then, not Schaffer’s, and the human jumped as he felt the Polar’s soft lips wrap around his glans. Shrimp’s textured tongue coiled around Schaffer’s tender flesh, painting it with saliva and teasing the underside of the head where Shrimp knew he liked it. Her mouth was so warm and the lining of her cheeks so smooth, pressing around his member like a silken glove as the alien sucked him deeper. Her undulating organ coiled down the length of Schaffer’s shaft like a fat worm, squeezing him and milking, the obedient Polar lapping at the excitement that welled at the tip. Schaffer let himself lie back on the mattress, relaxing and enjoying the sensations, Shrimp was a goddamned expert by this point and nobody else could compare to her tenderness and eager skill.

He glanced down and saw that his partner was reaching between her furry thighs, her eyes closing and her fingers seeking out her own neglected womanhood as she started to rub slowly, the pace of her licking and sucking increasing as she got herself off. Schaffer felt her shudder suddenly, as if something had surprised her, and he looked down past the Polar’s bobbing head to see Scarface’s tail wrapped around Shrimp’s wrist and pulling her hand away from her dripping mound. Scarface’s fingers still probed beneath the thin fabric that concealed her loins, but it seemed that she didn’t want Shrimp touching herself yet. She released the frustrated female, and Shrimp got the message, resuming her blowjob as Scarface watched them intently.

Schaffer placed a hand in the alien’s silky hair, pushing her down a little harder and guiding her speed, feeling Shrimp’s velvet throat muscles close around his exposed head as he pushed deeper. The little alien gagged a little at the sudden intrusion, her gullet tensing and contracting around Schaffer’s cock, wringing him like a fist as the human struggled to save from thrusting into the Polar’s inviting throat and choking her as the burst of pleasure made his head spin.

Shrimp recovered quickly, no stranger to having the human’s member buried in her gullet after all, and resumed her gentle bobbing as she dragged her lips up and down her friend’s shaft and paused at the tip to circle it with her tongue. Schaffer felt himself getting close already, Shrimp’s services being especially doting and attentive today, no doubt Scarface had knocked her down a notch so to speak. He gripped the alien’s hair and thrust into her mouth as gently as he could muster, meeting her downward motions. Schaffer opened his eyes as he heard movement, seeing Scarface shuffling closer to them on her hands and knees to sit heavily beside them, leering at the spectacle as Shrimp’s syrupy saliva drenched his shaft and dripped from the alien’s chin in fat strands.

She placed her massive hand on Shrimp’s head suddenly, gentle yet firm, and Schaffer watched the young Polar’s blue eyes glance up at her as if begging a question. She forced the sputtering youth’s head down on Schaffer’s cock, burying it to the hilt, Schaffer’s spine arching and a grunt escaping his mouth as Shrimp’s struggling throat encompassed him and her puffy lips wrapped around the base. The smirking huntress held her there for a few moments until she started to struggle, then let her up for air, her hand still resting on Shrimp’s head as she bit her lower lip and watched a mess of sticky fluids link her mouth to Schaffer’s erection. Shrimp swallowed laboriously, letting the residue fall to Schaffer’s belly, then Scarface eased her back down again.

Schaffer winced, hot, wet muscles spasming and rippling around him. Shrimp’s tongue writhed and struggled around his shaft as Scarface fucked him with her subordinate’s mouth, very much enjoying the reactions from both parties as her eyes darted between them, again her free hand sneaking beneath her loincloth as her expression grew more and more lascivious.

Schaffer felt himself getting closer, an orgasm welling and sending tingling sparks of pleasure rolling up his spine, he chose not to resist it so as to spare Shrimp from much more of this relentless fucking. The alien’s mouth was so wet, there was a cushion of sticky saliva that Schaffer’s member pushed into each time that it probed the alien’s throat, leaking out from between her lips and coating the throbbing organ in a sheen of it.

Seeing Schaffer’s pained expression and sensing that he was almost spent, Scarface drew Shrimp’s head back a little so that the tip of his pulsing erection rested on her tongue rather than lodging it deep in her esophagus, Shrimp harrying him with licks and cradling his balls in her downy palm. It was too much, and Schaffer felt his orgasm tear through his body, a wave of pleasure crashing over him as he pumped a wad of his come into Shrimp’s waiting mouth. His member bounced and throbbed between the alien’s soft lips, Shrimp keeping still and gently stroking his testicles to ease more of it out as her mouth flooded with warm ejaculate, quickly filling to capacity as a few fat strands escaped to hang from her chin.

Scarface watched intently, aroused and fascinated as Shrimp pulled back and let some of the obscene mixture of viscous saliva and ropy come slide from her lips to fall heavily to splash her thighs, one last stray ejaculation hitting her in the face and matting her fur as Schaffer collapsed onto his back and let the afterglow consume him.

He watched as Shrimp made to swallow the mouthful of semen that was bulging her cheeks, but Scarface wrapped a hand around her neck to prevent it, turning the little Polar’s head towards her and slamming their lips together. Schaffer felt his heart hammer in his chest, watching with wide eyes as the two Polars kissed, his erection pulsing and bouncing with renewed arousal as the lewd scene played out before him.

Once Scarface had forced Shrimp’s lips apart and pushed her sinuous tongue into her head, the profane mess that she had been holding in sloughed free, spilling down her chin to wet the fur on her chest and flooding Scarface’s mouth as their pink tongues wrestled in and around the pearly mixture. Scarface was completely unconcerned as Shrimp was drenched in drool and come, fat globs of it sticking to her coat, the larger female pulling back and letting a mass of strands and dripping blobs link their tongues so that Schaffer could see it. She plunged back in as Shrimp whined in a blend of disapproval and intense arousal, swapping the mess between them and letting it ooze forth like milky honey, holding her face between her hands so that Shrimp couldn’t turn away as Scarface explored the inside of her mouth with her tongue and pushed the concoction down her throat.

The perverse kiss dragged on until there was none of it left, at least that wasn’t soaking into Shrimp’s fur, Scarface breaking off with an audible pop and watching the last few strands that linked their dexterous tongues break and fall away. She released Shrimp and let her drop to the bed, Schaffer might have worried about her were it not for the conspicuous strands of excitement that matted her furry thighs, her loins pink and swollen with arousal beneath her white coat. She was as turned on as Schaffer had ever seen her.

Scarface began to remove what little clothing she wore, Schaffer’s eyes tracking her breasts eagerly as they slipped out of her leather sling, hanging enticingly as she leaned forward and began to remove the belts that were draped around her wide hips. Her entire body was a patchwork of scars that broke up her unusually dark fur, more the color of dirty snow than the pure white of Zagza’s immaculate coat. The pink trails of knitted flesh were not unattractive however, and Schaffer tended to think that it gave her character. It was also evidence of her exploits and battles, a little less elegant than the medals that might adorn the chest of a UNN admiral, but proof none the less of her fighting prowess.

Now naked, lithe and muscular, she discarded the garments and crawled on top of Schaffer as the more shapely fat deposits on her thighs and hips wobbled with the motion. She perched atop him, her furry legs to either side of his hips, Schaffer anticipating her usual passionate lovemaking. She didn’t lower herself onto his erection however, she spun, planting her pliant butt on his face. Schaffer raised his hands in alarm, sinking his fingers into the soft meat of her ass, steely muscles lurking beneath the delicate fat layer as she wriggled and shifted to get comfortable.

She especially enjoyed oral sex, the tongues of humans being smoother and more suited to the task than the rough organs of her people, but she usually sat on one of the partially destroyed armchairs and pushed his head down between her downy thighs when she wanted that. This was new.

Shrimp looked on as Scarface sat on Schaffer and his head vanished beneath her ample rear, chewing the black claw on her index finger nervously as she watched them, unsure of whether she should attempt to join them and now especially subservient thanks to Scarface’s scolding. The huntress reached out towards the trembling Polar, gripping her by the tuft of fur between her pert breasts and tugging her closer, running her fingers through the mess of saliva and come that still clung to her fur once she was in range. She scooped some of it into one hand, scruffing the little alien with the other to keep her still. Scarface took Schaffer by the wrist and coated his finger in the gunk, sliding the human’s hand between Shrimp’s legs and carefully pushing a finger inside the shivering alien.

The Polars had wicked claws that were not necessarily ideal for such tasks, and so she substituted Schaffer’s digit as she pushed the slippery, gluey fluid into Shrimp’s body. Despite the pitiful noises she was making, Shrimp was leaking like a broken faucet, every twitch of Schaffer’s probing digit making her whine and tremble. The young Polar enjoyed being on the recieving end of course, between Zagza and Schaffer it was practically her only sexual role, she was still as sensitive and receptive as she had ever been.

Now primed, with the obscene concoction leaking from her hole, Shrimp got the picture and climbed up on top of Schaffer obediently. She took the human’s renewed erection in her fluffy fingers, positioning it beneath her, and looked to Scarface for approval as she released the scruff of her neck and leered drunkenly at them. Now more coaxing than demanding, the huntress placed a hand on her hip, pushing the quivering runt down onto Schaffer’s cock as Shrimp guided it towards her twitching opening.

Schaffer bucked in alarm as the slippery mess of bodily fluids eased his passage, Shrimp practically falling down on him and taking him all the way to the base in one smooth motion, impossibly hot and tight walls of silken flesh enclosing him as a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine. Immediately he felt the alien tighten as a violent tremor rolled through her nubile body, knowing Shrimp she had come already, and Schaffer felt a little guilty for the part he had played in training the submissive little alien to react in the way that she did. That wasn’t to say that it was his fault alone, Zagza’s member was the length of his arm and she took that like a champ, but he had shared more alone time with Shrimp than any of their pack mates and the Polar was ever eager to please.

Scarface was not satisfied with just that, wetting her pink lips lasciviously as she watched her quarry wriggle in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, Schaffer’s erection skewering her. She urged Shrimp to begin moving, guiding her with her large hands, rolling her hips and grinding against Schaffer’s member as her slippery insides cradled it. ‘Dinner and a show’, Schaffer thought to himself sarcastically as the huntress rubbed her loins on his face, her sour juices leaking from her vulva to wet his cheeks. He got the picture, and started to lick, pushing his tongue up between her labia and glancing her glistening flesh. She shivered on top of him, her thighs tightening around his head at the sensation of his smooth organ teasing her, his concentration waning as Shrimp’s slow thrusting made his toes curl.

Scarface was unusually wet, it leaked from her twitching hole in clear strands, matting the fur around her loins and making the hairs on her inner thighs stick to his reddening cheeks. She was really into this, it was odd to see her so ... uninhibited. Must be the alcohol, she was quite the lush once unbridled. Her hips moved in a slow rhythm as she ground against his questing lips, made slick by her flowing excitement, her long tail flicking back and forth above his head.

Schaffer delved his fingers into the pliant flesh of her ass and thighs, feeling her twitch and croon as he sank his digits into her plush flesh, despite her musculature she was clad in a layer of insulating fat no different than her peers. She was more athletic than they were which gave her a more slim figure, but that just meant that the exquisite paunch just ended up settling in more attractive places, giving her an hourglass figure and a butt that you could probably bounce a damned tablet computer off of. Her spotty fur was fine and silky, begging for his touch, he imagined that growing tired of groping these creatures would be an impossibility. She smelled good too, musky and feminine, her familiar taste filling his mouth as he serviced her ardently.

Shrimp seemed to be having trouble, Schaffer could feel her narrow passage tightening as she moved atop him, the alien’s palms resting on the human’s legs as she leaned back and tried to angle Schaffer’s member so that it would push against her g-spot. She leaked a continuous flood of excitement, Schaffer could feel it matting his pubic hair, Shrimp’s insides contracting whenever his cock throbbed inside her. She was moving slowly, either savoring every aching pulse of pleasure as the rigid organ brushed her sweet spot, or because the huntress who was puppeteering the both of them had decreed it.