Chapter 11: Quiet Time (FF exhib)

It was ten hours into the dark cycle on the ship. The thirty-hour day was brutal on her human psyche. Eight hours into the night cycle and she was wide away, unable to sleep as she stared at the dim lights in the cell. The time display on the cell was still coded for human hours, which mean it was meaningless.

Fortunately for Dina, Harmmon left her glass door transparent so she could see more than the cramped cell. Not that the slightly increased viewing area didn’t help much with the long hours as she waited for her body to be willing to sleep again.

She sighed and pushed herself off the bench. Her shift, grimy and dirty, fluttered against her nearly naked body. She still felt disgusting, it had been days since she had been pulled out of the stasis. For the endless time, she looked for a control that would give her access to a shower or bath, but couldn’t find one. There was a toilet that created a privacy shield but no corresponding shower facilities.

Dina groaned and leaned on the glass shield. It was cooler than the rest of the walls and the temperature easily seeped through her thin shift. She thumped her head against the glass. “Fuck.”

Passing the time was easier the night before. She had Melodi to keep her comfort. Melodi to touch her… kiss her.

Memories rose up, raw and fleeting. Melodi’s lips against her neck, her shoulder, her pussy. A flicker of heat road up.

She tried to squelch the heat. Sex with Melodi shouldn’t be the memory that she held of Melodi. It was too base, to primal. There had to be another way of holding on to Melodi, some other way of remembering her.

Images of the blonde’s rape rose up. The horror of seeing the spiked cock tear into her.

Tears burned in Dina’s eyes. She balled her fists and rubbed her eyes. “No, no! Not that.”

She wracked her memory for a more peaceful memory, but there were precious few. Even the first meeting was sexual, with Melodi teasing her for almost two hundred years, though most of the time in stasis.

Her pussy grew moist. Her memories shifted from the first meeting to the night after she was thrown in the cell. Melodi’s fingers and lips intruded on her mind, drawing her thoughts to the sweet and tender moment that also brought her more than a little pleasure.

Dina gave up trying to find a non-sexual memory. It was better than the horror.

Squaring her shoulders against the glass of her cell, she rested one hand on her breast and stroked her breast. Her nipple was hard and sensitive, just like the time when Melodi caressed it with her fingers. The aureole wrinkled at her touch and little sparks of pleasure raced along her nerves.

She pinched her nipple and sparks of pleasure swarmed across her senses. She let her head tap against the glass as she closed her eyes and sank into the pleasure.

Melodi was fond of teasing her fingers along Dina’s skin. Dina used her other hand to trail down her belly, tracing along her ribs and further down to the curve of her pubis. Her pussy was already wet with her thoughts, the memories of Melodi’s body tight against her own and the feel of her tongue laving between Dina’s swollen lips.

She curved her fingers under the curve of her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to find the aching hardness of her clitoris. The fold of her pleasure was already dripping wet. At the touch, Dina let out a soft, shuddering moan.

A heavy knock on the glass interrupted her.

She screamed and spun around, staggering back as she tried to yank her hands from her sex. At the sight of one of the alien standing in the darkness brought a sudden surge of terror. She stepped back sharply but the bench caught the back of her knees and she sat down hard.

The alien leaned over and tapped something on the control panel. The lights in her cell brightened, lighting up the glass and revealing Harmmon on the other side. The female alien wasn’t wearing her normal briefs and her orange-tinged gray skin was a rippled line of muscles down to the sphincter-like opening of her own sex. Her quills were at half-mast, not spread out but not flattened against her back.

“H-Harmmon.”

Harmmon ducked her head and then stepped back. Her large form easily covered the distance to the table. She sat down on it before scooting back until her knees rested on the edge. Her muscular thighs pressed together. “Mina namma Melomi?”

Dina wiped her finger discretely on her shift. She sighed. "Namma? Miss? Y-Yes, I… I miss her. She was a friend. She…” Dina sobbed. “She was so nice to me. Well, not that nice. She got me all hot and horny—” She pressed her pussy against her sex before she continued, "—and then stuck me in stasis for two hundred years, but it was teasing. I think we were going to finish up once we got there. My husband, Korin…”

Tears were beginning to blur her eyes. “We just got married. It was really late and… I… I… he and I never really consummated our marriage.”

“Korin?”

“Yeah, Korin.”

"Ragu misumanu Korin on Melomi?” The female alien cocked her head.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Harmmon frowned for a moment. Then she spread her legs and exposed two sphincter. They were both almost black and ringed with tight muscles. They also looked like about the same size. The one on the top was the one she was fingering while she watched Melodi and Dina fucking.

Dina blushed.

Harmmon pointed to her top sphincter. Then she raised her hands, formed a loop with one large paw and began to thrust a finger from her other hand into the ring.

There were a few signs that were universal.

Dina stared at it for a moment and something broke inside her. She snorted with amusement.

Harmmon’s quills rose up but she kept thrusting one thick claw into the ring. "Misumanu.”

“Fuck?”

“Fu-Fuk? Misumanu, fuck.”

Dina couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah.”

“Korin fuck Mina?” Harmmon continue to thrust her finger.

Dina couldn’t come up with the words to explain what they did. She almost pointed to her mouth but then realized she didn’t want the aliens to get the idea of ever shoving their spiky shafts into her mouth. She gulped and then nodded. “Korin fuck Dina.”

Harmmon smiled broadly. She stopped thrusting her finger. Then lifted the ring to her mouth and lapped at it. “Melomi fuck Mina?”

A flush crossed Dina’s cheeks and a welcoming heat rose inside her. She took a long shuddering breath as she remembered Melodi’s mouth against her pussy. It was sweet and tender.

“Melomi fuck Mina?”

“Yes.”

“Korin fuck Melomi?”

Dina shook her head. “No. I don’t think they ever knew each other. Melodi was… mine.”

“Korin here?”

She looked up again. “Here?”

Harmmon pointed to the ground. “Here?” She pointed down the hall. “Here?” Then she waved her hand widely and pointed to the sky. “Gone?”

It took a moment for Dina to realize. “No, Korin is on the ship with me. We were… this was our honeymoon trip.”

Harmmon sighed. She toyed with some papers for a moment, not reading them but straightening them. It was a remarkably familiar movement, one that looked like the alien was thinking.

"Mina muf sasomu Melomi?” Was Dina thinking about Melomi?

Dina sniffed and nodded.

"Muf sasomu Melomi fuck Mina?” Harmmon gestured to Dina and then pressed her own large digits against her sex. Two of her claws pressed together looked almost twice as thick as a human shaft. “Sasomu fuck?”

“W-Was I thinking of Melomi… Melodi fucking me?”

Harmmon brightened, her quills briefly standing up. “Ho.” Yes.

Dina’s blush grew hotter. She started to reach between her legs to hide her pussy, not that it could be seen. She gulped. “Ho.”

Harmmon tapped her own pussy, then pushed down harder. The knuckles grew darker as one finger slowly sank into the tight sphincter. The tiny black wrinkles of the opening clenched down and Dina could see how Harmmon had to force the digit to the first knuckle into the tight hole. “Mina fuck Mina?”

“W-What?”

“Harmmon fuck Harmmon. Mina fuck Mina?” She continued with a complex humming for a moment. "Nogo?”

“I….”

Harmmon repeated herself. She shoved her thick digit harder into her sex and then pulled it out. It looked like it was incredibly tight judging from the way the ring of muscles bulged out and the cords of muscles that stood out with even a single finger inside.

Dina squirmed for a moment, twisting her hips. This time, her hand slipped between her legs and she cupped her pussy. Even through the thin fabric, the heat and moisture seeped into her palm.

"Nogo?” Harmmon said in a softer voice, a low rumble of a hum. "Mina fuck Mina. Harmmon muf sasomu Mina.”

The female alien hiked her legs further apart. Her muscles strained as she fingered herself, the force needed to drive even a single digit into the tight opening appeared to be incredible. Every thrust, her abdominal muscles flexed with each stroke.

Dina slowly levered her legs apart. She used her toes to spread her thighs wide. Her hand was still cupped over her pussy. Even with her trembling fingers protecting her moist folds from Harmmon’s sight, she felt as exposed as when Melodi stripped her naked so many centuries ago.

Harmmon gave a toothy grin and continued to pump herself. “Mina fuck Mina?”

It started with just a little stroke, Dina ran her longest finger up and down her slit. It soaked the fabric of her shift immediately but soon the friction felt good against her sensitive folds. She pressed harder as she traced her sex. The pleasure of masturbating was magnified by the knowledge she was being watched, admired even.

Dina’s breath came up deeper, low gasps punctuated by moans. She spread her legs further apart, to the point of straining, and braced her toes against the edge of the bench.

Across from her, Harmmon continued to slowly pump into her own pussy, the tight opening resisting every stroke.

Dina didn’t know why she wanted to please Harmmon, an alien who was going to surgically modify her in a matter of days, but for a brief moment, she saw the orange-quilled creature as just a female. The gulf between them felt just a little narrower.

Wanting to give more, Dina used her other hand to tug the shift up from between her aching pussy and her fingers. The fabric scraped against the sensitive nerves and sank into the pleasures of the movement. She pulled the fabric higher, dragging it over her soft belly and up over her breasts.

As soon as Dina’s nipples popped into view, Harmmon suddenly leaned forward. Her finger popped out of her pussy as she balanced on the edge of the table.

Dina smiled with the surprise movement. Harmmon’s attention brought a welcomed rush of heat coursing through her body. She kept dragging her shift up to free both breasts from the thin fabric. She hooked the hem up over her shoulder and pinned it against the wall. As soon as it was secured, she trailed her hand down over her small breasts and cupped them.

Harmmon hissed, her quills spreading out as she slipped one foot to the ground.

“Do you like these?” Dina asked as she circled her thumb around her aching nipple.

"Ho,” came the low reply. Yes.

Harmmon’s response sent a wave of pleasure racing along Dina’s nerves. She circled one nipple and then other, tracing along the wrinkled skin and enjoying the little sparks of pleasure that danced. She moaned and arched her back, abandoning to protecting her pussy to bring her other hand up to her other mound.

She watched Harmmon carefully as she squeezed her breasts, twisting and pushing them together. The sensations were pleasurable, but seeing the intensity that Harmmon watched her added to her pleasure. It was a rush to see how Harmmon’s orange eyes watched every flick of Dina’s nipple and every swell of her body.

Dina’s breathing grew deeper and stronger. She was panting as she squeezed harder, bearing down until the flickers of pain ignited into pleasure. She did it again and again until her hips were twisting and her pussy was drooling.

Finally, she slid one hand down her belly to her pussy. The bare sex was soaked and searing hot. Her finger easily slipped inside and slid down the ridge of her clitoris. Bursts of pleasure raced through her veins as she curled her digit and slid it into her, pumping with a liquid ease.

Harmmon hummed something. Her eyes focused between Dina’s thighs.

Dina felt wanton for masturbating in front of someone else, an alien much less. It nothing that she thought she would be doing.

She almost stopped as the horror of the events leading up to them slammed into her. Images of blood and memories of screaming bubbled up.

Dina closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure, mauling her breast with one hand and plunging a finger in and out of her cunt with the other. Her fingernails strummed along her nerves, pushing away the horror until she could once again enjoy the slickness of her pussy around her plunging fingers.

She shifted to her middle two fingers to thrust inside her, driving deep into her soaked hole. With her index and pinkie finger, she spread her labia to give Harmmon a better view of her most private of places.

The alien leaned forward, stepping forward with one hand between her legs and the other reaching out to plant against the glass. The glass fogged slightly with her panting as she pressed her muscular body up against the door and watched intently.

Dina kept her eyes focused on Harmmon’s orange gaze, staring into the reddish pupils as she spread herself obscenely while plunging faster. Her wrist hurt but the discomfort was nothing compared to the slick pleasure that burned inside her. She sank into the pleasure, enjoying how it rose and fell inside her as she filled the cell with the slick sounds of her cunt and the rising moans slipping out of her throat.

The pleasure built slowly but it felt good. She enjoyed it rising inside her, a heat that threated to burst across her senses. She pounded her pussy harder, slapping her palm against her outer lips and driving her curves fingers deep into her cunt. Splatters of wetness soaked her insides but she didn’t care.

Dina drank in the scent of her excitement, a tangy sweetness of her juices. It sw2irled around her and filled her, reminding her of the taste of Melodi on her lips and the way the blonde teased her before locking her away. Centuries later, it was the sweet teasing that finally came in an orgasm.

The memories that blew through her mind became the ignition of her own passion. Curling her toes, Dina finally broke her gaze and focused on her pussy, smacking down harder and faster. A guttural cry rose in her throat, it came from deep inside her as the crest of pleasure rushed up.

Her orgasm was a spark of intensity, a blast of pleasure that tore through her senses. A spray of her juices soaked her palm and wrist before dripping tot he floor. The sound was painfully load as she screamed into the orgasm.

Sharp agonies of ecstasy ravaged her insides and she jerked as it took control. Both legs slipped from the edge of the bench and she slumped down, spasming as she continued to thrust with the best of her ability.

It grew too much. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as the orgasm exploded once again and the world grew white for just a second.

When Dina came, she was on the floor of the cell. She laid in a pool of sweat and her cum. The smell of it surrounded her. Panting, she tilted her head over to look at the glass.

Harmmon was just putting something into the rotating cylinder that would deliver supplies into the cell. She cycled it with a hiss before she looked up at Dina. Her orange eyes were bright in the dim light. Spreading her fingers over the glass, she said, "Mamagoo.”

Dina didn’t know how to respond. She pushed herself up into a sitting position to watch Harmmon as she walked out of the cell and down the hall. The wall to the cell grew hazy and then opaque, blocking Dina’s vision.

With a frown, Dina crawled over to the tray. In it was a fresh shift and a wash rag neatly folded next to a low tray filled with water. Two fruit bars were stacked in the corner.

Dina smiled and set out to clean herself off and feel human.