Kani enters her lab to find the two taun Hooma’s she had requested. They’re dirty looking beasts, their heads covered in long black fur, with thin pale skin bodies with a sparse fur covering. They’re wearing gray shorts over their dangles, but she knows they have another tussle of fur around those. The two Hooma’s are sitting in the corners of their pens watching her suspiciously eating some fruit. Are Hooma’s intelligent, she wonders? A question she needs to answer for herself, at some stage. Hooma’s can be toilet trained, they obey some commands, understand routines, and make noises to each they seems to understand. Are they talking to each other, she asks herself? She brought this up with Pima Lags once and he laughed at her.
“Hooma’s don’t talk, young tuun,” he said in a superior tone that made her lips tingle.
Lags is a taun’s taun, and she can’t help feel attracted to him. Much to Hilts dislike who often counters by bragging about their night of passion. Kani does her best to avoid Hilts requests for dates but has to give in once in a while to keep in his good graces. The night always ends with her sending him to erotic heaven with one of her pheromone sprays. Her first job on this project is to discover whether the Hooma are fertile. If the beasts are infertile, that may explain much. The best way to discover this effectively is to collect samples of their spitz. So she grabs a specimen jar and a treat, going to one of the pens, and calls a Hooma toward to her.
“Come on. Over here. Good taun, come on,” she coaxes it in a baby voice.
A Hooma, seeing the treat in her hand, gets to his feet and moves toward her. It comes close to the bars and she paws it to him; a bar made of honey. The Hooma’s love sweet treats, so he takes the candy and sniffs, then begins chewing on it.
“Good taun,” she said, stroking its head with affection.
He doesn’t mind this at all, being used to the presence of kotauns. Her hand trails down its chest and into its shorts feeling its dangle. The Hooma looks at her with a deep frown. She begins to stroke its dangle which feels smallish in her hand, like a babies dangle. Kani expects the animal to run off at this point, but to her surprise it stands there, chewing its treat.
She pulls his shorts down to expose him. The other Hooma laugh and chatter in the next pen, yet her Hooma ignores him. Kani returns to stroking the Hooma’s dangle watching it grow bigger in her hand as she does. She feels amazed a Hooma dangle, though smaller, looks the same as a Kotaun’s dangle minus the fur. At full mast now, the Hooma grunts as she strokes its dangle through the bars. He has eaten the treat, so now he holds the bars with eyes closed, concentrating on her ministrations. Pre spitz oozes from it, so she knows it won’t be long. So she lifts her specimen-jar in readiness and with several loud grunts, the Hooma blows a large load of white spitz into it. She milks the dangle until the Hooma pulls away having had enough. The other Hooma jumps about chattering at her loudly. When to her surprise, it suddenly drops its shorts and pokes its dangle through the bars. Already as hard as he can get.
Why not, she thought? Collecting another specimen-jar, she goes to work on the next Hooma. Stroking his hard dangle, until he also shoots a load of white spitz. She paws it a treat, and each Hooma settles on their bedding quietly after. She put a sample on a slide and takes it to the microscope on the bench. Looking at the spitz beneath magnification there, in the mixture of fructose and enzymes, the genetic material swam quite vigorously in each sample. Indicating the Hooma’s are fertile. A good start, she thought. She empties her samples into special containers, placing them in a liquid nitrogen tank to store them.
After she tidies, she sits at her desk to write a report, entering data she has uncovered. Especially her surprise each of the animals seemed willing to have the experience. Proving to her again, a lack of sex drive isn’t the problem here. Also, the taun’s are fertile enough to breed. She’ll have to take more samples of spitz to establish whether it’s true across the whole group, and to show which taun’s she can use in the next phase of her work. The mating.
The more difficult job is going to be testing for fertility in the tuun Hooma’s. At least for now, she has much more taun Hooma’s to milk first. Playing with all these dangles is going to affect her, especially with Carlinza not far away. All she can think about lately is sex, and she knows Carlinza is to blame. Her species yearly mating ritual when all tuun’s ovulated.
At least I can replenish my supply of pheromones, she thought. I need to make some more spray.
As Carlinza approaches, it gets more difficult for Kani to concentrate owing to her hormones kicking into overdrive. Lately, taun’s everywhere are sniffing her and smiling. Her determination to finish the spitz study before Carlinza drives her to work hard. So she keeps herself isolated in her lab collecting samples from the eager taun Hooma’s. On the day Carlinza arrives she finds herself down to the last five taun Hooma’s, and decides to finish the study before the ritual mating ceremony begins in the evening. There’s enough time, she tells herself, if I push myself. Carlinza will start the early evening on Farbinis, around seven-thirty to eight pm.
Her watch reads six thirty PM, and she has just one more sample to process before she’s has to leave to meet Par Lags. As she looks through the microscope to check the fertility of the Hooma sample, the lights suddenly go out, followed by the emergency backup lighting coming on. She pokes her head up and peers around the room.
“Oh, pfloug,” she said.
Guess means my day is done, she thought. Luckily she had already frozen the rest of the sample, and just has the slides to view, and put some agar plates in a warmer that has battery backup. So she put the slide in a cooler and going to the door to leave. The door won’t open. What the pfloug, she thought? She swipes the lock with her card, it still won’t open. She’s locked in. Kani sits at her desk, the computer won’t work, everything is dead.
“Oh great,” she said banging her fist on the monitor. “Now what do I do?”
Pulling out her phone, she calls the front office, but no one answers. She thought about phoning Pima Hilts, but decides against it. So she hit Jinta’s number instead.
“Yeah?” his response cold.
“Jinta? Where are you?” she asks.
“Having dinner with Dalag from lab one-hundred and six. It’s Carlinza you know.” He sounds irritated about being disturbed with a night of wild sex ahead. “What ya want? Can’t get a partner for the night?” he said and laughs.
“No, I’m at work, and the power went off. I’m locked inside.”
He doesn’t answer her at first, which filled Kani with anxiety. Then he laughs hard.
“Why are you laughing?”
“The labs in lockdown. There’s no way out until morning, I’m afraid, you’re stuck there for the night.”
“But what about—” Kani begins.
“You’re stuck there until the lockdown is over,” Jinta said.
“Ye Gods, tuun, they sent a notice to everyone saying we had to be gone by six. They even put it up on the notice-board in the meal room at the lab.”
“I never saw it,” Kani said feeling her stomach drop.
“Looks as if you’re there for the night. Now I gotta go, Dalag is serving dinner,” he said and ended the call abruptly.
Rage boils inside her, and she thought about throwing her phone when it suddenly rings.
“Where the pfloug are you?” Lags shouts down the phone in anger.
“I’m at work,” she said, waiting for his angered response.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know about the lockdown. I’m told I can’t get out now.”
“You stupid, stupid tuun. What about Carlinza?” Lags sounds thoroughly pissed.
Kani starts to cry. “I’m sorry, I mucked up. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Find another tuun, I’m sure you have tuunfriend’s all over the place.”
“At this late hour? Everyone is paired up by now. I’m very disappointed in you, Kani. To leave me high and dry on our most sacred night of the year. It’s unforgivable.”
“Can’t you get me out?”
“Not even Pooma Sa can get you out now,” Lags shouts. “Don’t call me again, don’t even speak to me again, if you know what’s good for you. Pflouging bitch!”
He disconnects. Her heart breaks for him, and she cries. She has ruined his Carlinza and ruined hers too. One of her races most holy of nights. To spend it alone, knowing everyone is pflouging like crazy, is to truly know the meaning of loneliness.
The Hooma’s are restless, though, bellowing at her, and she realizes they’re hungry. While she has them in her lab it’s her job to feed and water them, but being locked in means she can’t get the food they’re used to. She does have some fruit and other treats, so she decides that’ll have to do them for tonight. Kani paws out what she has to the four taun Hooma in the pen. They seem satisfied for the moment and start to eat. At least you’ll get to eat tonight, she thought, feeling her hunger grow. I had such a nice dinner planned too, she thought dreamily. Tukkus Fowl stuffs with fruit, with roast vegetables, smothered in a rich gravy makes from berry wine. Mmm. Follow that with Braccus pudding and ice cream. Par would’ve loved it, and pflouged my brains out afterward.
She sighs deeply, and tears make her facial fur wet. Peering around at the stark lab, with its cold marble floors, and stainless-steel countertops. She knows the night ahead will be uncomfortable. At least the Hooma’s have mattresses to sleep on. She sits in her office chair leaning back, and shuts her eyes. It’s getting close to seven thirty PM, she thought. She can feel her body humming along, her heart races, fingers and toes tingle, and her breathing quickens. Though mostly, her clopus feels hot, nearly ready for sex.
There’s nothing like Carlinza sex, it makes ordinary sex seem second-rate. Each participant going through a chemical and physical awakening heightening every sensation to near intolerable levels. Carlinza is nature’s way of ensuring Kotaun’s breed. On one night, every Prantas year, the whole race (of breeding age) pfloug like crazy.
Kani dozes off and suddenly wakes with a fright, gasping for air. She can’t breathe. Looking at the gauge on her respirator she discovers it’s empty. Oh pfloug, that’s all I need, she thought, as she rips the mask off. She takes a deep breath of air, immediately assaulted by the awful smell. The Hooma’s smell.
“Ye Gods, Hooma’s stink,” she said to them from her chair, screwing up her nose at them. “I don’t know how this night can get any worse.”
The Hooma’s chatter at her, and she stands going to the cages to see what they want. One lay bent over on its mattress, appearing to holds its stomach. The other three stand around it chattering to her and pointing to the Hooma lying still.
“What’s wrong with you? Too many candies eh?” she said and smiles.
The Hooma just groans. It looks sick, she thought. If one of these gets sick, Pooma Sa will be escorting me out of the building at gunpoint, she thought anxiously. So she unlocks the door, goes to the sick Hooma, and squats next to it. The others back off but watch her closely.
“What’s wrong, eh?” she asks it kindly, stroking its head to show she cared and means no harm.
Suddenly, it rolls over, and he’s not clutching his stomach but stroking his erect dangle. It seems to growl at her, and before she can realize what’s happening, the Hooma lunges at her pushing her over. The other Hooma chatter excitedly, yelling encouragement to his friend.
Kani hit her head on the floor, dazing herself for a moment. The Hooma starts ripping her suit open and pulling it off her. It squats to sniff the air around her, all the time stroking its dangle furiously. Kani looks at him feeling afraid. It sniffs her crotch, smacking its lips as it does. Ye Gods, it’s reacting to my pheromones, she thought in wonder, this means I can save these animals. Her heart leaps for joy in her chest. She grabs her panties and pulls them down to watch what the Hooma will do if it sees her clopus. It leans in close, as she spread her legs, and smells her tuun scent. Its dangle hard as a rock. She pushes her fingers inside herself, wetting them with her juices, then holds them out to the Hooma. It sniffs them, then licks them tasting it. Kani points to her clopus, and the Hooma abruptly drops and begins licking her out.
At last, the Hooma between her legs stares into her beautiful clant. It wastes no time, quickly applying its tongue to her moist flesh. Kani responds with a loud groan, ending in a heartfelt, “Yeaaaahhhhh.”
The Hooma licks her some, but not too intense, just a light, leisurely stroke designed to tease her, to drive into a lust-crazed frenzy. He keeps at her this way for some time until she’s squirming frantically and making wonderful little whimpering noises.
Kani’s Carlinza is coming on her very strongly now, as the Hooma prods its fingers deep inside her clopus, while licking her engorged clit. She’s like a different person. Gone is the dominant young tuun from the lab, replaced by this frantic sexual being feeling new heights of passion and pleasure. Forbidden pleasure, her favorite kind.
Her pathetic, mewling sounds beg for more as the Hooma’s tongue works mercilessly over her tender parts. Kani trembles, writhing about on the floor, the Hooma’s fingers pulling on her nipples, her head jerking back and forth. Kani grabs the Hooma by the fur on its head and pulls it so its dangle positions over her clopus. The beast doesn’t really understand what she wants. It isn’t the Hooma’s fault, it’s been keeps separated from tuun Hooma’s its entire life. Her clopus is probably the first it’s ever seen. She reaches down and grabs its dangle. The Hooma thrusts in her hand, but she holds it firmly guiding it into her clopus, almost sucking it inside her, such is her need.
The Hooma looks dumbstruck, for a moment.
Her hot moistness surrounding his dangle is something it has never feels before. It smiles at her like a child who just tasted their first candy. Kani grabs it by the hips, and starts to pull its body up, then push it down. To teach it how to pfloug her. The Hooma soon gets the idea and starts to do it independently, reveling in the sensation of her moist clopus.
A Hooma dangle isn’t as big as a taun’s from her race by a long way, but because it’s Carlinza she’s very sensitive anyway. The Hooma enjoys the way her clopus clamps around its dangle, and grunts loudly with each thrust. A Kotaun’s clopus has a way of sucking on a dangle, uncommon in other species. The wild Hooma bucks and grunts as it drives its dangle hard with each thrust. Kani moans loudly, trying to keep her mind on what’s happening. She can’t get carried away, which can be easy in her current state of arousal.
She feels her orgasm building inside her like a spring being wound tighter and tighter, fighting for release. The sound of sex permeates the air, the smell of it too. The smell is mostly her powerful pheromones that all tuun’s secrete on Carlinza. The other Hooma’s are stroking their dangles, touching her tits and pulling her nipples, as they watch their friend pfloug her. She cries out. Her body shakes, and her clopus gushes. An orgasm ripples through her in wild contractions, in never-ending surges of pleasure.
“Ohhhh—ugggg,” she moans and grunts.
Her clopus now clamping the Hooma dangle tighter than ever as he pflougs her. It becomes too much for it. With a huge grunt, she feels it spitz hitting her insides, this set-off another climax, causing her to moan loudly. Then the Hooma pulls out of her and gets off her. Her orgasm continues, though, and for another ten minutes, she lies rubbing her clitoris and moaning on the floor while all the Hooma watch her wide-eyed. Eventually, she opens her eyes and sits up.
“That was wild,” she said to the Hooma who didn’t respond. “I think you’ve just helped me make a breakthrough.”
She climbs to her feet and going into the lab, shutting the pen door behind her. Getting a syringe and needle she feels for a scar on her stomach. Once she located it, she pushes the needle down deep, closing her eyes to the pain, gritting her teeth. Once she feels the tension release in the syringe, she pulls the plunger back and fills the syringe with a clear liquid from her body. Pulling the needle out, she holds a wad of cotton over the spot until the bleeding stops. She looks at the liquid and smiles.
“This stuff saved the Zarlk’s too,” she tells the Hooma’s in the pen watching her. “But let’s keep that our little secret, eh?”
However, Carlinza isn’t over yet, and her clopus lips practically hum with sexual desire. Not the kind that can be satisfied with masturbation. So she unlocks the pen again and re-enters. She grabs one of the other Hooma’s paw and leads it to a mattress. Lying down with it, she plays with its dangle. Stroking it into full hardness. Not long after, the new Hooma starts pflouging her as the first Hooma did. Making this the fourth Carlinza Kani had spent pflouging an alien species. The other three alien animal’s were saved because of this, and she wonders if the Hooma’s will join them.
The other taun Hooma’s watch with hard dangles, stroking them lewdly. When the second Hooma cums hard, a third pulls him off her and climbs on without encouragement. The night continues like this until the Hooma appetite for sexual intercourse had been completely satiated and they physically can’t go on. As she falls to sleep with them nuzzling into her body, she feels a tinge of sadness for Par.
It’s taken four taun Hooma’s to do what Par could’ve done to me alone, she thought and falls asleep.
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