---Disclaimer: This is an Interlewd in the story There Will Be Scritches. This entry contains graphic, sexually explicit description of (briefly) sex between two nonHumans of the same gender and (not so briefly) a Human and a nonHuman of the same gender! Now, with that said, please enjoy your pancakes... cooked with a little sausage!---

---Fem's perspective---

"Get…*uh*… pregnant!…*uh*… Get…*uh*… pregnant!…*uh*… Get…*uh*… pregnant!…*uh*… Get…*uh*… pregnant!…*uh*… Get pregnant!…*uh*… Get PREGNANT!!!" demands Krol, vigorously fucking the arsehole from behind me.

I giggle as, with one hand, he yanks the tail and pulls it taut and, with the other, grabs the left elbow and pulls that arm back towards him, using both of them as handles to fuck me harder.

The eyes roll back in the skull and the tongue comes out between the fangs as I'm absolutely ravaged by the biggest and strongest Folk in Lef!

The right arm reaches behind me to grip the right arsecheek on the one giving me this very welcome pounding.

I moan breathily, cumming all over the floor from the sensation of him cumming inside me.

He falls forward, dropping down onto me and pinning me to the ground beneath him.

He wraps the thick, muscly arms around the neck (juuust hard enough to suggest choking me without actually cutting off the breathing) as we both pant to catch the breath from doing it/having it done to us so hard!

He takes the left ear between the fangs and bites me just hard enough to make clear that he's definitely still the Top and me definitely still the bottom here(!)

After a while of catching the breath under him I turn myself over.

He stops biting the ear and unplugs himself from the arsehole to let me but makes sure he stays on top as I roll to look up into the sexy face, the little cock on me rubbing against the big one on him.

"You know you can't get a boy pregnant and you know you can't get anyone at all pregnant from arsehole fucking, right Krol(?)" I tease.

"First time for everything(!)" the Top deadpans back down at me "I think a kid we made together'd be super cute, don't you?"

"Sorry I can't oblige you(!)" I grin, hiding the very slight twinge of genuine sadness I have that he and I will never make a baby together.

"Well… won't hurt to keep trying(!)" he grins back before sticking the tongue out to leave a trail of slobber on the right side of the face.

"Krol!!! You're an insatiable greedy(!)" I giggle before reaching up to wrap the arms around the thick chest and accepting "Fiiiiine… but that's the last time for tonight though! I want to save something for if I can bag this Terran we're meeting tomorrow!"

"*Ha*!" he laughs "Never gonna happen!… Everyone knows Terrans are prudes and waaaaay too greedy with sex to ever give it up to Folk, right!?"

"Oh yeaaaaah?… You wanna bet?"

He narrows the eyes "You don't even know what they'll look like yet! How do you know you'll even want to do it with them?"

"Well… I've never seen a Terran who wasn't bigger and stronger than you, Krol, so they'll have that going for them… and, even if they aren't exactly the type I like, still worth getting fucked just for the bragging rights, I'd say(!)" I joke.

"Yeah… think you'll be disappointed… but I'll be here to fuck you better when you are(!)"

---Kahurangi's perspective---

I step off the shuttle into the snow on this plateau, overlooking the sparkling sea just to the South.

This place sort of looks like it did on that school trip to Moku Hau that I remember going on when I was 12 or so, to see Neonesia's South Pole.

I'm about 700km West of the neck of the desert peninsula and the Vrakhand capital here.

The craft takes off behind me, leaving me here with my tiny hab unit and a trunk of tools.

I look out at the little crowd of Twigg who're here to greet me.

There are about 50 or so of them and the skin of their hands and faces is sort of between the dark green, characteristic of the Southern ethnicity, and the light green, characteristic of the Central one, with a few of them having tinges of Western yellow to their hair, skin and eyes.

They are all incredibly cute… but, being the tallest person here by nearly a metre does make me feel a little like I'm facing several classes of nursery schoolchildren instead of (according to all the briefings at least) extremely sexual adults(!)

Without a word, I step forward, place a case down in the snow and open it, revealing 100 or so translators before stepping away.

The throng of cute little bipeds immediately surges forward and descends on the box.

I see some of them scooping translators out by the handful, I see them being dropped in the snow before being greedily snatched back up, I see the spares all being secreted inside coat pockets.

It's far from the neat, orderly situation that would most likely occur for a crowd of Terrans, each person stepping up to take one of them before stepping away to make space for everyone else.

Fortunately, anticipating this, the liaison officer told me she wasn't expecting any of the translators to make it back(!)

Once I can see that most of the Twigg have them attached at their temples, I speak, loud enough for mine to understand I'm addressing everyone "Greetings!… My name is Marine Engineer Kahurangi 'Carving' Manaaki. You may call me Kahurangi… I'm here to engage in a good will cultural exchange with your villages and to share my skills as a recognised tohunga whakairo (that is; an expert in traditional Māori carpentry and joinery) and I'll be here for the next 10 days or until your new meeting hall is complete, whichever comes last. I hope to learn much from you about your society and culture during this time… Liaison Officer Dlamini has informed me that the translators are a gift that you may feel free to keep. My tools, however…" I kick the trunk next to me "…will be staying under lock and key when I'm not using them. I understand this will make me a 'greedy' in your eyes but I ask you to understand, not only is most of what I bring designed for Human hands and, as a result, of less use to you than it is to me, some of it is actively dangerous for anyone untrained to use… While here, I will be working under your direction and adding as much or as little of my own flourish and stylisation to my carving as you see fit to allow me… Now, shall we begin…?"

---Fem's perspective---

I lie on the stomach in the windbreak we built yesterday for taking rests in, looking out of the open side to where the Terran chisels beautiful patterns into what will become rafters.

"He's sooooo fucking hot…" I say, watching the way the muscles tense under the gorgeously tattooed skin of a thick, bare left arm.

"If he's 'sooooo hot', why'd you not stay behind yesterday to give him a face lick?" asks Krol cocking an eyebrow.

I smirk back and gesture negative "That's not how it works for Terrans! They find being asked for it by strangers weird and gross and they find having the face licked by strangers doubly gross! They need to get to know you first and he was too busy learning everything he needed to know for me to get a chance to talk to him, yesterday."

"In that case…" chimes in Mal "…why don't you go and talk to him now? He's on his own and looks like he knows what he's doing… Don't think you'll get a much better opportunity!"

I take a breath to say that he's busy and he'll be annoyed if I disturb him… but then I realise she's right!

He's going to be working every moment I'm with him until the hall is done… and "He did say he's here to learn about us, right? He couldn't really complain about me going to have a conversation with him, could he?"

Krol bares the fangs at me in a grin "Put like that, I'd say you were just fulfilling the duty as a Folk to accommodate the guest(!)"

I stand and start walking over to him, saying to everyone in the windbreak "Wish me luck!"

"Good luck!" they chorus back.

---Kahurangi's perspective---

"Hey there!" comes a squeaky voice from my left as I kneel, carving mirrored whakairo spirals into either side of the joint between the two future rafters.

I turn my head to see an 80cm Twigg with bright green hair, vividly green eyes and dark freckles all over their cute, androgynous face.

Their almost synthetic looking green hair is curly, long on top and shorn short on the sides under their hood.

They're short and (though it's difficult to tell through their coat) skinny looking, even for a Twigg.

The coat also does a good job of disguising anything I could use to tell their gender.

Fortunately for me, being bi, that's no obstacle at all to finding them cute as hell(!)

"Hey there, little fulla… Can I help you with something?" I say, continuing my carving.

They walk over to my pile of completed rafters and point down at one, asking "I'd like to talk. Is it OK if I sit here?"

"Go right ahead… Tell me your name first though…" I ask, hoping they don't give me a name which is as androgynous as they are and put me in the slightly awkward position of needing to ask their pronouns(!)

"The name's Fem and it's nice to meet you!" he grins.

I give a completely involuntary snort at the coincidental English wordplay in his name that he's surely completely ignorant of!

"Something funny?" he asks, smiling curiously.

"No, no! It's nothing! Your name just… suits you quite well is all!" I reassure him, not wanting to risk explaining the joke to him in case he doesn't find it funny "I'm Kahurangi, just for if you've forgotten."

Thankfully, the cute boy chooses to move on from that without demanding any more details there, instead asking "Sooooo… Where are you from, Kahurangi? More specifically than 'the stars', 'the [galaxy]' or 'the [UTC]', I mean?"

"I'm from Neonesia originally. I was doing a master's in engineering on KwaZulu when the War broke out and, already being fluent in both isiZulu and English and qualified in engineering, the recruitment officer told me he wasn't going to send me home to be put in a Māori or Harmonised Polynesian speaking fleet… Been sailing with the Zulus ever since then."

"Interesting!" says the boy with a tone that shouts, loud and clear, that he only understood about half at most of the information I just gave him "And what wood carving needs doing on star boat?"

I smile "Not much, I'm afraid… As an engineer, my job is mainly to do with the ships' engines, hulls and other structures. It's been extremely rare that any of my superiors have come to me with a desperate need for a piece of wood carved into a specific shape… though it has happened once or twice. Being a tohunga whakairo is mostly up to the fact that my mum and dad both were and I've been carving since about the time I could walk(!)"

"Cool!" he acknowledges.

He silently casts around for another subject change for a few moments before he finds one.

"You know, when you said you'd be here '10 days or whenever the hall was finished' I thought it was funny that you thought it might be finished that quick!… But, with you around to carve and carry big and heavy things, I think it might actually be finished before then! I saw you carrying a stack of lumber that it'd've taken ten Folk to lift, earlier!"

"Well, I am probably more than ×10 your mass… but the Square-Cube Law means I won't be ×10 stronger than you." I answer.

Confused, he asks "The what now?… How does that work?"

Taking a moment to try and think of how to explain it simply enough that there's any point explaining it at all, I say "Big things are less strong than small ones in proportion to their mass. Strength is determined by cross-sectional area, mass is determined by volume. If you shrank me down to the size of a Twigg, I'd be weaker than a Twigg because I'd have a lot of unnecessary bone and connective tissue, meant to support a 90kg body not a 9kg one. I don't know how it is here but, on my cradleworld, land mammals can't get over about 20tonnes because of the physical limitations placed on us by the solidity of our bones; Over 20tonnes, a solid skeleton can't support the amount of muscle that would be needed to effectively move it around. There were animals on Earth a long time ago that got bigger but they needed hollow bones that were lighter without sacrificing strength or rigidity for that… The Square-Cube law is also why I'm working in short sleeves while the rest of you are all wearing coats. I'm bigger so my body holds onto heat better. If I were dressed like you, I'd be sweaty."

Silence answers.

I steal a glance at his face and see it wracked with confusion and alarm.

Finally, he asks "Are there… Are there [20tonne] Terrans?!"

I cackle in laughter at the question which lets me know (despite my best efforts) that I failed to hit the appropriate register for him and put my tools down before, still laughing, answering "No, there aren't… different species of Terran land mammals have been nearly that big, not mine! A Human who was half my weight would be very small, a Human who was twice my weight would be very large… Almost every Human you're likely to meet will be somewhere in that range…"

Looking relieved, he sits and watches me in silence for a minute or so.

"I like your tattoos… You think you could give me ones like that?" he finally says.

"No. For many different reasons." I state simply, not angry at the ignorance he's just demonstrated.

"What reasons?" he says, sounding crestfallen.

"Well, first off, how old are you? Giving a tattoo to someone underage might not be a problem in your culture but I'd definitely get in trouble if my CO found out I'd tattooed a child!"

"I'm not a child!" he says indignantly "I'm [22 years] old!"

I'm briefly both confused and alarmed by having his age divided by 2.7 before my translator catches up to the fact that he'd obviously not be measuring his age in Terran years, would he(!)

He's a firmly responsible adult.

"Fair enough. That's one reason down but I'm afraid there's nothing you can say to invalidate the rest." I say, finishing the spiral and picking up both beams to carry over to the far side of the pile he's sitting on.

I feel some satisfaction at the clear admiration on his face seeing me handle these heavy pieces so effortlessly.

After I've put them down, he shakes himself back and asks "Oh yeah? What are the rest?" with an adorable note of petulant defiance.

"Well…" I pause over the stack of undecorated beams, turning towards him and gesturing the patterns on the sides of my face and my uncovered arms, calmly explaining "…these are my tā moko. If I just transferred my tattoo design directly onto you, you'd be walking around with my genealogy, my life history, my achievements, my everything written all over you… I don't know how you'd feel about that but I'd definitely be uncomfortable with it(!) Then there's the fact that I'm not a tohunga tā moko, meaning I'd never be able to design or apply you your own tā moko, even if you told me your entire life history. Then there's the fact that you're not Māori. Giving you tā moko'd absolutely be a hara. Even if you are an adult, even if I was a tohunga of it, even if I knew your life history, the best I'd be able to do is give you a kirituhi design; Māori style but lots of the motifs not in there."

The attractive boy pouts at me.

I decide to attempt a slightly risky flirt to break the tension caused by my so thoroughly refusing his impossible request "…There's one more reason…"

"Oh yeah? What's that?" he sulks.

"Well… you're really cute… I don't think you could pull off tats, little fulla(!)" I grin.

The boys stares back at me, blankly, for a moment, terrifying me into thinking I just missed the mark.

Then, to my relief, he bursts into squeaky giggles.

---Krol's perspective---

"I think I've almost got him!" says Fem, delusionally, as we perch up on the half finished roof to slat it.

If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

"Fem, it's been 6 days!… No one's that much of a tease! If he wanted to do it, he'd've asked you by now, right!"

"No, no, no!" he refuses "There've always been other Folk around! He's not had the opportunity to ask me, same as I've not had the opportunity to ask him!" looking longingly at the muscly Terran with the back and sides of the head shaved bald to show off the designs inked into the light brown skin.

"You understand that, if he wanted to get you alone, it'd be as simple as saying 'Hey Fem! Could I talk to you over there for a moment?' right?" I frown "I really just don't think it's happening!"

"It'll happen!" he hisses with unusual force (clearly the sexual frustration of going 6 days without, hoping for his opportunity, is getting to him) "I just need an opportunity… If it gets to the last night and nothing's happened, I'll just come out and ask him."

"Aaaand you think you can hold out that long, do you(?)" I chuckle.

He turns to glare at me.

I keep chuckling but decide to stop teasing him about it for now.

---Kahurangi's perspective---

I finish hammering the last of the four 1.5m long field generating spikes a metre into the ground in the midmorning light.

I definitely overestimated the amount of soil we actually needed for this but I'd rather we had more than we needed than less.

I stride away by about 15m in the direction of the almost finished hall and raise my voice to shout "Could I please ask everyone to stand back from the staked out area by at least as far as I am!" to the crowd of curious Twigg.

There follows about a minute of me pointing at individual Twigg who're standing too close for my liking and telling them to back up.

It's not strictly necessary to be this far away… As long as you're more than your own height's distance (so there's no danger of you falling in during the seismic agitation phase) you should be perfectly safe! The only reason I'm demanding this distance is that it gives me time to notice any Twigg who've decided to run towards it and to kill the process before they disappear under the soil.

I pull out my holo and sync it to the field generators before opening the temperature control option.

The sensor tells me that the average temperature inside the staked out area is currently around 4°C, surprisingly high until I realise that it's only the very top of the soil that will be frozen, that layer insulating the soil beneath which has spent all Summer and most of Autumn being warmed by local sun.

"Increasing temperature now." I announce, turning it up to 20°C.

The only visual indicator that I've done anything at all other than four small lights that illuminate, one on each of the spikes, is the immediate disappearance of 400m² of snow from the ground as it's forcibly melted into water.

The Twigg find this extremely impressive if their gasps and shrieks of surprise are anything to go by.

Not seeing any reason to stand on ceremony, I shout "Beginning agitation now. Do NOT approach the pit until agitation is complete!" before pressing a finger to my holo screen.

Vibrations pulse through my feet as all the soil between the hammered spikes is agitated by the field its contained inside.

Of course, the field itself is having no effect on the soil outside of it. The vibrations I'm feeling are coming entirely from the 80m² of soil on the sides of the field and 400m² on the bottom jostling against the soil just on the other side of it as it's broken apart.

I keep going until I judge the soil to be at about the right consistency to be shovelled out, transported over and used to sod the roof.

It's a fine line between chunks so big they will need more work to break them up and letting it go so long that I turn it into powder that needs a bit of reconstituting(!)

Once I'm satisfied, I kill the field and lock the generators so they can't be activated manually by any curious Twigg investigators(!)

"The pit is now safe to approach." I declare, striding towards it with everyone else.

I walk to the nearest spike and bend down to push it into the loose soil at a 45° angle to the sides of the pit, creating enough space to be able to pull it free.

Spike in hand, I turn to make for the next one, only to find my way blocked by an 80cm tall boy with neon green hair, looking up at me with his adorably freckled face and pointed, puckish snub nose.

"You've just saved us days of work with that trick, you realise?" he smirks up at me, causing a twitch of arousal before I manage to get control of myself, imagining the scene that would be caused by having an erection on display in front of so many Twigg!

"Yes… well… I'm here to help." I say awkwardly, rounding him to the left in order to stay on the solid ground and avoid recompacting the soil I just loosened.

"I'm confused though… Isn't the point of you being here to see how we work? If you were going to go this far with magic, why not just bring one of those magic [printers] I've heard about and have the whole thing done in [hours](?)" he teases.

I turn to face him and cock an eyebrow as I pull out the second spike, pointedly asking "Do you want me to recompact all this soil and tell everyone they've got to do it the traditional way so I get to spend longer with you(?)"

Averting his pupils and baring all four fangs in a beatifically sexy grin, he answers "As much as I'd love to spend more time with you, Kahurangi, I'm definitely not asking for more work(!)… Just wondering what the difference is between when it's alright for you to use magic and when it's not…"

I stop and think about that for a moment before answering "Honestly, Fem… you're right… The more work I save you guys, the less I learn from you. In terms of having the most effective exchange I could with you guys and learning as much as I possibly could about just how you work, I definitely shouldn't have used these to help you…" holding up the spikes "…but I have a bit of latitude in the help I can choose to render and I decided that excavating the amount of soil we needed to sod the roof with the ground frozen was just going to be a miserable task I'd rather spare everyone from."

"Very thoughtful…" sparkles the little pixie "…though, I'm curious as to why you didn't do it closer to the building? We'd probably have dug right next to it to spare the time lost in hauling if we were doing it ourselves."

"Oh, yeah… You felt the vibrations, right? Didn't want to risk unsettling the foundations."

"Ah! That's smart! I just hope-"

Fem doesn't get to finish that thought because, at that moment, at the bottom of the hill, a whole arse tree is bowled over by an animal that looks like a mashup of a rhinoceros beetle and an actual rhinoceros with 8 legs, maybe 3tonnes in mass!

Shrieks of alarm immediately draw its attention and it starts charging up the slope to where we are.

"EVERYONE RUN TO THE SHELTER, NOW!!!" I roar without hesitation, dropping the spikes into the snow.

I make sure everyone is running before I follow them.

As the lightning fast Twigg all leave me behind, I realise in horror that that thing was probably drawn here by the soil agitation I just performed.

I could have avoided this by the simple measure of calling my ship to ask for a scan of the local area to check for large bodied animals like that if I'd only thought of it!

The hall we've spent a week building might get destroyed and, more importantly, people could die because of my stupidity!

Most of the Twigg have either made it inside the building or climbed the roof but, based on how massive that thing looked, I don't think the building will give them any great protection if it charges it!

About 10m away, one of the Twigg trips over and faceplants into the snow.

Recognising the coat, I know that it's Fem.

Before he's picked himself up, I've seized him by the scruff of the neck, spun him around once and hurled him through the air to an empty patch of roof!

Not having the moment that would let me see if he lands safely up there, I turn to face down the giant animal.

---Fem's perspective---

An enormous hand scrunches up the coat at the back of the neck and the world goes blurry and whizzy before I'm thrown a distance I've never come close to travelling through the air before!

I'm only just able to right myself before I hit the roof and, thankfully, don't go clean through it!

Ignoring the way the shoulder, knee and hands hurt from the impact, I scramble over the ridge board and look at where the Terran is.

"What's he doing!?" I say to no one.

He hasn't run inside!

Why hasn't he run inside?!?!?!

He stands with the back to the hall, facing the charging [beetleoceros]!

He's going to DIE!!!

Looking on in horror, I see the Terran bend the legs into a medium crouch and raise the arms.

Then, screaming in a terrifying voice that I can't understand, he chants fff♫ KA MATE, KA MATE! KA ORA, KA ORA! KA MATE, KA MATE! KA ORA, KA ORA! TĒNEI TE TANGATA PŪHURUHURU NĀNA NEI I TIKI MAI WHAKAWHITI TE RĀ Ā, UPANE! KA UPANE! Ā, UPANE, KA UPANE, WHITI TE RĀ!♫fff dancing at it and stamping the long feet while wiggling the open hands

The [beetleoceros] skids to a halt, seeming as confused by what it's seeing as I am.

Kahurangi keeps dancing and chanting but walks to the left, removing himself from between the animal and the hall.

Instead of taking the opportunity to charge the building now that it has a straight shot, it turns to keep the horn pointed at the Terran.

It clearly does not want to expose its sides to this unfamiliar creature acting so weirdly!

Able to see the profile of the face now, I can see he's sticking the tongue out at the [beetleoceros] in a way which looks neither silly nor sexy… it looks frightening!

After standing off with the aggressively singing and dancing Kahurangi for a terrifyingly long few [minutes], it finally starts to back away from him.

Once it's far enough away that it's satisfied he's unlikely to try and attack it if it does so, it turns to run away.

I let out a silent breath of relief.

---Kahurangi's perspective---

Guilt resting on my heart for the danger I stupidly put everyone in earlier, I put the last log into the firepit before deploying the firelighter from my holo to touch it to the kindling in the, almost finished, hall I've just spent a week helping the local villages build.

I slump back against the far wall on my bedroll, ready to wallow in misery for the rest of the night about how absolutely atrociously I fucked up and how it was only sheer dumb luck that my gamble of doing a haka at that thing paid off and actually scared it away.

I really hope I didn't hurt Fem too bad when I threw him… He seemed like he was able to move around fine but he was also a little leery of me for the rest of the day afterwards.

Well… easy come, easy go… Don't know if it was the attracting the thing in the first place, the throwing him to safety or the scaring off the rhineetle that did it but, whatever it was, I've definitely scared him off too!

'Such a shame!' I think to myself as I dejectedly crack open a bottle of beer I brought in here earlier 'Even with the possibility of doing anything… else with the cute boy, I did actually like him!'

It's really too bad to lose his friendship even knowing I'd prefer him alive and hating/scared of me than dead and still thinking I was a cool guy(!)

It's just-

A twitch from the heavy Winter curtain at the door catches my eyes.

I turn to look and, by the light of the fire, am able to see a head of curly bright green hair poking through over a cute freckled face.

"Fem!" I panic, hurriedly making to get up "What is it? Are you hurt afterall? Do you need-?"

"I'm fine!" he smiles, stepping inside and gesturing for me to take my seat "After everyone left, I was just waiting for you to go back to the big bed in a box you sleep in so I could catch you on the way and invite myself in… but you never came out(!)"

I frown "Yeah… now it's nearly finished, I was gonna spend the night in here and see if I could spot any issues that we could address tomorrow… Why… erm… why did you want to invite yourself into my hab?"

"Well, obviously so we could talk… alone together!" he sparkles, walking towards me and dropping the heavy coat as he walks into the warmth of the fire.

Seeing him without it for the first time shows me that he's even skinnier than I thought he was!

"But… since you're here, we can talk here!"

"What… did you want to talk about…?" I ask, curiously.

He's acting just like he was before the animal attack, just like he's been the entire week since we met.

It's like nothing happened! Like he's not been cagey with me since then!

"Before that, what are you drinking and can I have some?" he says, pointing at the bottle in my hand.

"Uhm… it's beer and I can give you a few swigs but definitely can't go halves with you… half of this would put you in the hospital…" I say, bemused.

"Fine, a swig then!" he says, gesturing to the bottle.

I extend it to him and he takes it.

With the forced perspective of seeing him hold a beer bottle that's most of the height of his torso, it becomes very obvious just how tiny and fragile he is.

With an awkward effort, he turns it to his lips and takes two glugs before I reach to stop him and he preempts me by bringing it down and handing it back.

He frowns thoughtfully before saying "Hmmm… doesn't taste very good, does it?"

"It's beer…" I observe, mirthfully "…it's meant to get you drunk, not taste good. You don't smoke your herbs for the taste, do you?"

"Fair." he concedes before turning to walk to the fire.

As he approaches it, he apparently gets a little overwarm because he immediately starts further stripping off.

He's soon only dressed in an undergarment that's like a skimpy toga?

It passes over one freckled shoulder, leaving the other bare, and passes under his crotch in a way that both cradles his adorably tiny package and exposes a large portion of his sumptuously round arse.

Suddenly, I'm feeling a little hot myself(!)

"You know I've been flirting with you since the first time we spoke, right?" he announces, nonchalantly as he breaks off a stick to use as a fire poker and begins adjusting the fire I built.

Ignoring the swoop in my guts, I answer "I… had noticed. Yes."

"And I think you were flirting back. Am I right?" he asks, just as nonchalantly.

"You're… definitely not wrong." I answer, awkwardly.

He turns to look at me and fixes me with his bright green, slitpupiled eyes and sassily asks me "Then why have we not had sex yet? I not blow enough kisses(?)" kissing his palm and blowing it to me in a very affectedly Terran gesture.

"You… err… you've not done the thing…" I answer, cheeks burning.

"'The thing'?" he asks, cocking a neon green eyebrow.

"The… face lick thing… Briefings said if a Twigg wants to have sex with you, you'll know from them licking your face… Without the face lick, I assumed we were just flirting."

The 80cm femboy lets out a long, exasperated sigh and says "You mean… all this time I've been trying to get you like a Terran would, if I'd done it Folk style, we could have been having sex!?"

"Well… yes… I mean, I would have to let you know I can't commit to a relationship with you… it would only be sex… but, otherwise, yes."

"I'm not asking for you to [commit] to a [relationship], I just want you to fuck the shit out of me(!)" he scoffs "If I come over there and lick the face, can we have sex?"

I bring the bottle to my lips and chug down the remainder of my beer before answering "…Yes…"

---Fem's perspective---

I swagger over to the man so giant he's taller than me sitting flat on the arse, sashaying the hips and swishing the tail behind me as I go.

Despite being so big and strong, he chokes nervously as I walk between the long, thick, strangely jointed legs.

Standing between the thighs (each thicker than my entire torso) I reach a right hand up to a left shoulder.

Straightening two legs to stand on tipclaw, I bring the left hand to underneath the pale brown chin and stick the tongue out.

Two gigantic arms (that I know have the strength to hurl me more than [10m] through the air) come up to either side of me, one enormous hand entirely enclosing the left arsecheek under the tail and another coming to just above the tail's base at the small of the back.

I lean in and press my tongue against the salty skin of the cheek, two massive, roundpupiled, brown eyes fixed on me as I do.

I lick him once.

"I like that you're big, Kahurangi…" I whisper, sensually.

I lick him again.

"I like that you're strong, Kahurangi…" I moan, sultrily.

I lick him a third time, leaning the front of the cannon into the large bulge at the crotch.

"I like that you're brave, Kahurangi… Your exactly the kind of man I like to get fucked by most of all so, please, fuck me." I beg, subbily.

He answers with the mouth but not with words, slipping the enormous tongue he scared off the [beetleoceros] with earlier between the lips and fangs and absolutely filling the mouth with it as he crushes me to him, using, I know, such a tiny fraction of the strength he has that he probably thinks he's being gentle(!)

A helpless little toy in the powerful arms, I relax as he lifts me more than the height of a Folk off the ground, taking both the kissing heads most of the way to the ceiling.

This is exactly as I thought it would be, exactly what I wanted from sex with a Terran!

Powerless to an extent I've never been before in the arms of any other lover, helpless to resist as he pulls the last piece of clothing I'm wearing off over the shoulder and drops it to the ground down the legs and tail, naked under the eyes as he holds me at arms length and hungrily looks down at the skinny body with a tiny cock that he's holding in the arms… this is already ecstasy and he hasn't even taken off the clothes yet!

Then, he smirks and asks "How would you like it?"

---Kahurangi's perspective---

The blissed out looking femboy bottom lolls his head back and answers "Hard! Rough! Fuck me like you hate me! Use me like a toy! Do whatever you want to me! I can take it!" his mouth writing a cheque that I know his arse wouldn't be able to cash!

I suppose the limits will have to be ones I set… I'll do whatever I want to him and what I definitely don't want to do is hospitalise him!

I turn around and casually toss him down onto the bedroll I brought in here earlier.

Before he's fully righted himself, I've got the sole of my boot pressing down on his torso (hard enough to pin him down, nowhere near hard enough to break his ribs) my toes at his throat, my heel pressing that adorably tiny cock of his down into the front top of his pelvis.

Holding him down with my foot, my arms are free to come to my top and unfasten it at the front.

Once fully open, I slide it down my shoulders to expose my stout chest, covered in moko uma.

The boy under my foot widens his eyes, pupils dilating to the point where they almost look Human but I couldn't say whether he's admiring my physique, my bodyart or both(!)

Keeping him pinned, I unbuckle my belt and take down my fly to make dropping trow easier in a moment.

I bend down (careful not to accidentally crush him by applying too much weight) and button down my boots.

That done, I bring my left hand over my right toes to wrap it around his skinny neck, squeezing hard enough that I can hear the effect on his breathing but not so hard that I stop hearing it(!)

I remove my boot from his tiny torso and keep him pinned down by the throat as I kick off my boots behind me (aiming them away from the roaring fire).

With my right hand, I awkwardly work my trousers and pants off my hips and under my knees to remove them.

The second my stiff cock is revealed, the boy I'm pinning gasps and chokes out "You're so big!!!"

I chuckle but resolve not to give voice to the fact that nobody's ever said that to me before(!)

I've never been glad to be small… but I am right now… If I weren't, if I were much bigger than this, I think anal sex would run into a certain… anatomical limitation(!)

I flip the tiny little man onto his front and transfer my grip to the back of his neck.

It's tough to say whether his tail and his sumptuous arse both raise into the air in conscious invitation or as a completely involuntary response but, either way, it's hot as fuck!

His little cock points directly down at the ground and's about the same shape as a cheerio sausage, though even smaller(!)

Above it is a nice and cute little set of bollocks!

His neat, hairless gooch runs up to by far the tightest looking hole I've ever been invited to put my cock inside!

"I'm definitely gonna need to loosen you up for me, little fulla!" I smirk down at the tiny Goblin before putting my entire littlefinger in my mouth and sucking on it for 15 seconds to get it covered in my spit.

I slightly curse the fact that I left the lube I brought in my hab and would have to get dressed and walk through the snow if I wanted to get it as I slip the saliva covered digit into his cute little arsehole, causing a little shriek of surprise and pleasure.

There'll probably be a bit of downtime after round 1, I can run and get it then if he's up for round 2.

For now, I'll just finger fuck his arse with each finger in turn, loosening him up and lubricating him with my spit.

Hopefully that should be enough.

---Fem's perspective---

"AaaaaAaAAAhhhH!" I shriek as I cum on the bedsheets from him sliding a thick wet thumb inside me.

"Naaaaah(!) Look what you've done, slut(!)" he teases "You've messed my bed and you've come before I've even started fucking you(!)… I really hope you don't think we're stopping there… I reckon you're just about loose enough by now(!)"

He transfers the hand he was already gripping me with to the left elbow and the other to the right one.

The arms are clamped to the sides as the giant picks me up like a doll.

The ears flutter, the eyes cross and the tongue lolls out between the fangs as the largest cock I've ever taken slides inside me.

Spirits! This is going to absolutely ruin me for Twigg men! I'm about to be [enslaved] to Terran dick! Nothing else will ever be able to fill me like this burning hot cock is right now!

Just as I'm thinking this couldn't get any more intense, he pulls me up the gigantic cock and slides me down it.

I scream in a raptured mix of pain and pleasure as the entire body is used as nothing more than a masturbater to the fat dick inside it.

Still fucking me, the Terran leans the mouth down to the left ear and lets me feel the warmth of the breath on it as he asks "You want me to stop(?)"

"Don't you dare(!)" I growl "Fuck me! Make me scream more! Fill me up! Get me pregnant!!! Turn me into the Terran [slut] I was born to be!!!"

"As you wish…" he chuckles before using me even harder!

My breaths run ragged as I'm crushed between the giant hands and the giant cock rearranges the guts inside me!

I'm almost seeing the spirits and convinced I'm about to die of intense pleasure when I hear him grunt.

He pushes me down, forcing himself deeper inside me than he's yet been.

Here it comes!

I scream as he releases a torrent of pleasure inside me!

I sob in joy as he slides me off of the cock and turns me around to cuddle me to the muscly, tattooed chest.

---Krol's perspective---

"So… how was it?" I grin at the bottom as we work to dig out the last of the roof sod we need from the pit the Terran magicked loose for us yesterday morning.

Fem takes a deep breath and nods his head as his eyes go wide, still fixed on his work.

"It was… a lot!… More than I dreamed it would be! Intense like nothing else I've ever experienced!" before frowning and looking to me to say "No offence!"

"You think I'd be offended by that, Fem(!?)" I laugh, thumbing the giant "Look at him! You think I don't realise he'd be able to fuck harder than me!? Don't worry about that, just tell me what happened!"

"Well… the second and third times weren't so bad, he brought this stuff called [lube] from the bed box he sleeps in and it worked the same as a lubricant… That made it less painful but more pleasant."

"You realise anyone who wasn't a masochist would phrase that as 'less painful and more pleasant', right Fem(?)" I grin, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes, well, the difference is they're not masochists, are they(!)" defies the cutie "Anyway, he told me that Terrans like to sleep together after they do it so I spent the night in the hall with him… He slept… I was so wired from the sex and the fact that I was currently lying in the arms of a giant that I don't think I got an hour before he woke me up for breakfast. He cooked us these really tasty flat cakes called [pancakes] on a magic fire... Oh! And I don't remember how it came up but he said something really interesting over breakfast!"

"Oh, yeah? What was that?" I chuckle.

"Apparently, in Terran space, they have ways for men to make a baby together!" he says, eyes wide with excitement.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.