Grass Eaters 2 | 34 | Wingmate VI

18+ CONTENT WARNING

This chapter contains explicit descriptions of sex. If you are uncomfortable with that, a censored version is posted alongside this one, and you can read that one instead.

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Naval Station Charon, Charon

POV: Bethan Woods, Terran Republic Navy (Rank: Lieutenant)

“I love your hair,” Beth declared, concentrating on carefully pronouncing her yips in the unfamiliar language she was practicing with Uintrei.

Uintrei took one look at her serious expression and giggled. “My hair? You can’t see my hair! We have fur, Beth!”

“That’s what I said!” Beth said frustratingly. “Fur! Hair! And why do you have six different names for the types of hair?”

“It’s important to take care of our fur, or they’ll tangle up in little knots,” Uintrei said primly, running her claw through her fur. “And pretty soon, it becomes matted. Gross.”

“Ever considered shaving it all off?” Beth asked mischievously. “I’m sure we can find you an industrial strength razor at the base exchange.”

“No!” Uintrei laughed. “When I was a young cub, about fifteen years old, one of my littermates played a prank on me and shaved the fur on my back when I was sleeping. I woke up before he could finish, but the damage was done. It looked terribly uneven, so I had to get it all trimmed shorter to match. Ugh… it took two full seasons to grow back, and it itched the entire time.”

“That’s terrible!” Beth exclaimed. “I was just joking. Who would actually want to shave that beautiful brown coat of yours?!”

Uintrei blushed at the compliment. “Thanks, Beth, you have quite good-looking hair yourself. Its color reminds me of my favorite ice cream flavor they have in the mess—”

Beth gave her a playful shove, giggling. “My hair is not strawberry blonde, you colorblind Pupper.”

Uintrei fell back into Beth’s bed, lazily enjoying the feel of her luxurious, silk-smooth blankets in her back fur. “Your people make good textiles,” she sighed in contentment as she closed her eyes.

Beth laid down on the small bed next to her, splaying her limbs out as Uintrei did with hers. Their bodies pressed against each other, and Uintrei could feel the heat radiating off her like a campfire. “You’re too hot,” Uintrei mumbled sleepily.

“I know,” Beth replied smugly. “It’s a real problem—”

Uintrei opened an eye. “No… I meant—”

“I know what you meant,” Beth said, smiling back at her. “I’m fit. I have the face of an angel. And my body, my curves, oh my God—”

“Still not what I meant.”

“Oh yeah?” Beth said, rolling over on top of Uintrei playfully, smothering her face with her chest. “What did you mean?”

The shorter Malgeir lifted Beth off her face, panting not at the effort but her temperature. “Two things: one, you might have a fever with how hot you are. And two, you smell like your dinner.”

“What?! I do not!” Beth contested hotly.

“Tomato sauce spaghetti,” she said simply.

“But I brushed my teeth!”

Uintrei rolled over again and closed her eyes. “If you want to have some fun after you take a shower, I’ll be right here.”

“No, that’s not fair! It’s always me taking a shower! You have a smell too!” Beth pouted.

“I have a scent. A pleasant scent. You have a smell,” Uintrei said matter-of-factly. A moment later, she felt something wet on her belly.

“Slurp… slurp… slurp…”

Confused, Uintrei opened her eyes again and looked down. Beth was licking her belly with her stretched tongue. “What… are you doing?”

Beth sat up, spitting out a mouthful of brown fur. “Now, you have a smell too.” She dramatically bent down to Uintrei’s belly and sniffed twice with her nose. “Smells like… tomato sauce.”

“You!” Uintrei sat up as Beth ran for her bathroom. “So gross! You’re going to pay for that!”

“Smells like someone else needs a shower too!”

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Uintrei stood stoically in the running shower as the taller Beth dumped a good palmful of her shampoo on her back. “This is going to take a whole day to dry,” Uintrei complained.

Beth didn’t say anything, just carefully worked the soapy liquid throughout her long, brown fur from head to paw.

Uintrei let off a small sigh as Beth reached the back of her ears. Despite her relatively poor hearing, Beth must have heard it, because she moved her dexterous hand back to the same spot, rubbing as she went. This time, Uintrei released an involuntary whimper.

“I knew you had a spot there,” Beth said excitedly, putting all of her fingers to good use.

“Just don’t get too much soap into my ears.”

Beth tutted twice as she continued to apply her fingers. “You don’t like my technique, you’re welcome to try this yourself,” she murmured.

It only took another few minutes of her caressing for it to become clear to both of them that Uintrei had no problems with her technique at all. Her breath became shallower, her whimpers louder, and her eyes rolled back. She could feel herself reflexively raising her snout to press her head against Beth’s fingers.

Uintrei could feel it coming, the wave of heat emanating from her chest and between her rear paws. “Almost there,” she panted as her tongue rolled out of her snout. “Almost—”

Suddenly, Beth’s fingers moved away and started rinsing the rest of her fur with the showerhead.

“What the hell? Why did you—” Uintrei almost yelled, turning around irritably.

Beth’s face was a mix of mischief and nonchalance. “All clean now,” she replied innocently, turning off the water to the shower. “Need help drying up?”

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Ten minutes later, Uintrei found herself sitting between Beth’s shapely long legs, languidly licking away at her pussy — wet partially from the shower, partially from her licking, and partially from Beth’s own pleasure — with her long tongue while patiently plotting her revenge. She looked up at the furless Beth, everything shaved clean below her shoulders, and hid an evil smile.

Not that Beth would have noticed it anyway, Uintrei thought, given the lusty noises that Beth was now making as she continued to tease and lap at the most sensitive spot on her entire body. She continued, listening to the Terran’s accelerating heartbeat with her sensitive hearing, and increased her pace bit-by-bit.

From experience, she knew Beth was almost there.

Which was when she moved her snout away from Beth’s sensitive clit.

Without a word, she nudged her muzzle up from between her legs, gently and softly kissing a wet trail up to her belly… then her exposed breasts… then her nipples, left then right. Uintrei didn’t stop; she kept moving up, kissing up to Beth’s neck, and took a small nibble at her ears. Then, she moved back down, backtracking slowly, all the way down to Beth’s waiting pussy.

She ignored the lightly frustrated noise Beth made before she resumed her tongue’s previously circular motion as if nothing had happened, the smirk on her snout hidden as she buried it right back where Beth wanted it.

You started this.

Five more minutes of teasing later, she noticed Beth’s shallower breaths and more rapid heartbeat again. Beth began moaning her approval. As she did, Uintrei deliberately moved her tongue away again, licking a wet trail up to her belly, breasts, an extra lick at each of the nipples, collarbone, neck, ears, then all the way back down again.

This is too easy.

Beth opened her eyes, an impatient sigh escaping her lips. “C’mooooon.”

Uintrei took her tongue off Beth so she could talk. “You don’t like my technique, you’re welcome to try this yourself,” she said smugly. Then before she got a reply, she went right back at it: simple circular motions with her tongue around Beth’s sensitive clitoris that Uintrei knew got the most reaction from her.

She was about to begin her teasing cycle anew when she felt Beth sit up at the edge of her bed. She looked up questioningly, and Beth put the soft palms of both her hands on top of her head, holding it gently between her legs and rubbing the back of her ears with both her hands at the same time.

That felt nice. Really nice. And the nicer it felt, the faster Uintrei began to lick. She was already fired up from Beth’s massage in the shower, her feeling of power over Beth’s pleasure was turning her on even more than she thought it would, and with the human’s flexible digits caressing the sweet spot behind her ears again, Uintrei felt herself losing control fast.

An internal heat rising in her chest, Uintrei heard Beth’s own breathing getting shallower again, the human’s heartbeat pounding in her hearing interspersed with the delightful moans Beth was no longer trying to hide. Her snout was now completely wet from Beth’s lubrication which came with a familiar, musty smell that increased her own sensitivity behind her ears.

Okay, just one more time.

Playfully, she moved her tongue up again towards Beth’s belly button. As her tongue left Beth’s nub, she felt Beth abruptly stop the wonderful rubbing behind her ears, instead now using her palms to apply a subtle downward pressure on her head.

It wasn’t enough to force Uintrei to do anything she didn’t want to, but the silent message was clear.

Oh… I see. Well played.

Admitting defeat— no, not defeat, a draw, she dutifully moved her attention back down in between Beth’s welcoming thighs. As the soft hands behind her ears resumed their fondling — her reward for complying, Uintrei’s tongue greedily drew more rapid circles around Beth’s clitoris. Beth obligatorily matched her cadence with enthusiasm.

Faster… and faster… and faster.

Uintrei felt the tidal wave of pleasure rising from her chest and between her own legs.

With one hand — the other still busy behind Uintrei’s ears — Beth reached out with her long arm to grab Uintrei’s outstretched tail from behind her back, lightly tugging it upwards, increasing Uintrei’s pleasure even more. She showed her appreciation by pressing down even harder on Beth with her tongue.

In return, Beth’s moaning became so audible that if Uintrei were in any shape to be thinking herself, she might have been worried about what the neighbors were hearing even through the soundproof walls.

But she was already over the edge, past the point of no return.

Uintrei came. She felt her body go limp below her ribcage, shaking from the explosion in pleasure. Her hind legs shivered, then crumpled as their strength gave out.

Beth didn’t give her a chance to back out. Uintrei felt Beth’s thighs close around her head, clutching it like a vice, and moving her hips with Uintrei’s tongue rhythm even as she gasped in delight. A few seconds later, Beth came as well, her moaning and the intensity of her orgasm mirroring Uintrei’s.

The two of them continued their matching lewd noises of pleasure and hard breathing, neither of them daring to stop their ministrations for what felt like another minute as they continued trembling and riding the aftershocks of their orgasms.

When Uintrei was finally allowed to come up for breath, she shakily pulled herself back up into Beth’s bed next to her. She gently grasped Beth’s hand in her paw. They laid there for a few minutes, hand in paw, savoring their afterglows together in the silence.

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“I love your fur,” Beth said, this time in anatomically correct Malgeirish.

Uintrei surprised her in her native English. “I love your hands. Soft. Very soft.” That was about the extent of the words she learned in the several months she’d been in Sol.

Beth giggled as she switched her translator back on. “You know this means I’ll have to take another shower now, right?”

Uintrei rolled over, planting herself in the bed. “Yeah, that sounds like a you-problem. Have fun with that.”

“If I don’t, your Malgeir buddies are going to smell you on me. And if you don’t, they’ll smell me on you.”

Uintrei rolled her eyes. “Those two are oblivious as they can be, but I’m pretty sure they both know by now. Maybe even their Terran wingmates—”

“I don’t think so: Maurice and Kaja are pretty clueless too but without your noses,” Beth said confidently. Then after a few moments, she propped herself on her elbow to look at her lover and asked curiously, “Do you think Speinfoent and Kaja are… you know—”

Uintrei shook her ears. “No. No way. I’d be able to smell it if they were fucking.”

“It’s just— you know— they spend half their day together in their enclosed fighter trainer pods and then the other half in her room ‘debriefing’, if you know what I mean.”

“Just because you’re always thinking about sex doesn’t mean everyone else is,” Uintrei said, smirking.

“And how would you even smell the difference when they’re together all the time anyway?!”

“I just can,” Uintrei insisted. “You Terrans make a different smell on your skins when you cum— it’s just— it’s very different.”

“Alright, if you say so,” Beth said amusingly. “I still think there’s something else going on between those two—”

“Unlike us, they were smart enough not to get too deeply involved here,” Uintrei sighed. “Where things are unlikely to work out long term.”

“It’s working out just fine for us,” Beth pointed out. “We’re both getting assigned to the same assault carrier when that Red Zone campaign starts.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t know that when we started messing around,” Uintrei said, running her paw gently through Beth’s long red hair. “We got lucky; I suppose. I think Speinfoent is on the Crete too. Executive officer, right?”

Beth nodded. “Yup. Too bad Kaja got assigned to some mine warfare ship.”

“Waste of her talents if you ask me, but hey… I guess some things about the Navy don’t change across civilizational boundaries.”

Beth grinned. “She’ll probably be some hotshot sim analyst at Atlas Naval Command in a couple years with shiny stars on her collar.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Then, Uintrei stretched to take a quick glance at the digital clock on Beth’s tablet screens on her desk. “Mind if I sleep over tonight?”

“Not at all.” Beth comfortably snuggled her bare chest up against her friend’s furry back. She leaned in close to Uintrei’s ear, breathing hotly into it. “But I can’t promise you’ll get a whole lot of sleep.”

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POV: Speinfoent, Malgeir Federation Navy (Rank: Beta Leader)

“—and when the Grass Eater ships blinked in like this, kwoooosh kwoowsh kwooosh,” Durnio narrated with his well-practiced sound effects and paw gestures at the lunch table. “Kabooooom. Took them all out in a single volley. Didn’t even see it coming!”

“Nice!” Speinfoent said, licking up the last of his chocolate ice cream from the cone.

“Yeah, nice one, Durnio,” Kaja praised politely between mouthfuls of her own hot soup.

“All thanks to your idea, Kaja!” Durnio said excitedly. “I just thought back to that time when you said— wait a second.” Durnio turned to Speinfoent sitting next to him and sniffed twice. “Did you get coconut ice cream for breakfast this morning?”

“No. I hate coconut. It doesn’t taste like anything. I would rather have vanilla over—” Speinfoent raised an eyebrow at Durnio. “Wait, why?”

Durnio took another few sniffs in his direction. “Huh. That’s odd. I swear you smell like coconut— ah—” Ignoring Speinfoent’s red face, he reached a claw onto his surprised friend’s neck and plucked out a smidge of leftover ice cream cone crumbs embedded in his fur there. “I’ve got it for you.”

“Thanks,” Speinfoent mumbled. “Don’t know how that got there.”

“Anyway, what about scenario four, Durnio?” Kaja asked hurriedly. “How did you do there?”

“Oh, that one is a little harder. I’m still working on a solution…”