Heh…
So there we were, Amanda and I, discussing ideas on ICQ. She'd been bouncing ideas for a new project off me - and suddenly inspiration struck…
I'm not sure quite how to describe this story. Is it a multiple crossover between my versions of DB and the canon version, with a bit of Amanda's new continuum thrown in? Or could you call it an original fic, inspired by DBZ and Amanda? See what you think!
Yuuzen (Japanese for 'printed silk', and nothing to do with Yuzun - which, as far as I can gather, is a variant of the Japanese yuzu, a citron) is my character. Sort of. One of Zaabon's race. Tulip (….don't ask….) is human, an interpretation of Amanda's character, an - assertive - young lady who wears hot pink leather. (Sorry Carol - not my idea!)
So the story is Amanda's fault, for inspiring it. The writing of this chapter, however, is all mine - as are the details of Yuuzen's physiology…
Inconvenience
Yuuzen shoved a hand through his hair, cursing silently when the action pulled several more strands from the - definitely dishevelled - plait he hadn't had time to re-braid for, oh, at least ten local hours…
He hated these missions to backwater planets. They were so - uncivilised. No decent facilities, no palatable food, often even no hot water. He always had to soak for at least two hours on his return.
And this unprepossessing place was one of the worst he'd ever known. Miserable little planet -Tsuchi? Was that its name? Something instantly forgettable, anyway - and he was stuck here for the next ten local days while the trading agreements were set up.
He couldn't understand why he was seconded to these missions in the first place. He wasn't a diplomat, nor a trader, and not even much of a guard, for all that he wore the uniform (and what a grim and ugly thing it was, too!) He'd come to the unhappy conclusion that it was simply to annoy, frustrate, or otherwise inconvenience him…
He pushed open the door to a public drinking place, noticing irritably that he'd chipped his nail-paint. Dammit, and he'd left that particular colour at home…
The next thing he knew he was sitting on his backside in the middle of the street, a small - thing - in his lap, all eyes and wild hair and sharp nails, spitting and clawing while a stream of curses flooded from its mouth. He managed to grab the flailing wrists - more from self-defence than anything, he really didn't want one of those nails damaging his expensively-smooth, flawless skin - and locked the creature's lower body firmly between his thighs before it could land a kick on one of the more sensitive parts of his anatomy. Then he leaned back slightly, frowning as he gazed at what he'd caught…
It had two arms and two legs, a head, two eyes - large and a bright, deep blue, he noted absently - and two ears and one nose and one mouth, so he had to tentatively assume it was humanoid. Its hair was a quite astonishing mane of thick, rich, honey-coloured silk. It was quite attractive, in a savage way. His gaze moved down the body…
It was wearing pink.
To be more precise, it was wearing pink leather. Not a lot of very bright pink leather, laced up the front of its body, forcing a pair of large and shapely breasts upwards and outwards while lower down the - garment - hugged a slender waist and slim hips. A very tiny scrap of leather covered what he could see of the creature's groin - and it was wearing thigh length pink leather boots with astonishingly high, pointed heels…
"Finished ogling, buster?"
He blinked, and looked back up at the face. The mouth was set in a firm line and the eyes were positively flashing.
"You can look for free. You want anything more - make an appointment." The eyes glanced downwards. "And while that all feels very impressive, right now I'd appreciate it if you'd let me go."
He stared - then realised that he had it pressed tightly to his groin…
Flushing very slightly, he loosed his hold and stood, quite grateful when the creature pulled itself upright and brushed dust from its boots - then froze, glancing back over its shoulder.
"….aww shit…."
The creature flung itself into his arms, whispering urgently into his ear,
"Please, play along with me. I'm in deep shit if you don't. What's your name?"
Completely bewildered, he whispered back,
"Yuuzen. But…"
Firm, hot lips covered his as the creature kissed him long and deeply - then pulled back and gazed up into his face affectionately.
"Ah, Yuuzen. I'm sorry I kept you waiting…"
Over its head Yuuzen could see the two scowling aliens glaring at him and the creature still in his arms. OK - obviously it was in some sort of trouble and using him as a way out. Not exactly the sort of thing he was used to, and trading mission personnel weren't supposed to get involved in native affairs, but it wouldn't hurt him to 'play along'. For a short while anyway. He smiled, graciously.
"Shall we go home, my dear?"
That earned him a raised eyebrow and a quick grin.
"Oh, yes please…"
They sauntered along the street, Yuuzen becoming uneasily aware of the raised eyebrows they were attracting. He was also aware that the two aliens were following them, at a respectful distance: the uniform did have some uses… He smiled down at the creature.
"It appears we are to endure each other's company for a little longer. What are you called?"
The bright eyes flashed angrily.
"My name's Tulip. And what do you mean, 'endure'?"
He blinked.
"I simply implied that we have been thrown together by circumstance, not choice…"
"You mean you don't find me… attractive?" Full lips pouted. Belatedly realising they'd been painted the same pink as the creature's - outfit - he licked his lips, grimacing slightly at the taste of the cosmetic. Tulip giggled.
"That's better. Pink is definitely not your colour."
He frowned.
"What are you?"
"Me? I'm a woman. A female of my species."
"Which is?"
"I'm native."
He swiftly reviewed what he knew of the inhabitants. Two genders, viviparous, reproducing sexually. Gender roles often undefined or shifting, rarely clear-cut. He sighed.
"I see. Would you care to tell me why those two" he inclined his head slightly in the direction of the aliens, "are following us?"
"Ah." She looked a little embarrassed. "Uh, I kind of - bit off more than I could chew."
He blinked, startled.
"You were trying to eat them?"
She giggled.
"No, though the other way 'round was an option for later… Nah, it was just a - misunderstanding."
He stared down at her, absently noting how badly her garment clashed with his skin colour.
"Tulip, you are not making a great deal of sense."
She shrugged, the movement threatening to release her breasts from their confinement, then grinned up at him.
"Don't worry about it. If you could just see me home I'd be everso grateful…"
He allowed her to usher him into a dwelling of some kind, several rooms on an upper storey of a block of - he assumed - similar such apartments. Then froze, staring around him.
Pink. Everything was pink…
She gestured to a large, pink leather sofa.
"Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable. Like a drink?"
He dragged his eyes away from his horrified perusal of the room and gazed at her, nodding as the words sank into his consciousness. She smirked.
"I'll whip you up one of my specials…"
Tulip smiled at herself in the mirror. She'd left Yuuzen sitting - somewhat apprehensively - with a large glass of one of her more potent alcoholic inventions while she went to 'slip into something more comfortable'. Which in her case involved changing into another hot pink leather corset, this one even briefer than the first, showing the upper part of her nipples and cut high at the back to show off the curve of her backside. She hooked a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs through her brief leather thong and tucked a riding crop into a boot, wondered briefly about attaching spurs to her boots then deciding no, be more fun to find out what her 'guest' liked first. Or what she could 'persuade' him into…
He was pretty, she thought. Baby-blue skin and that lovely long green hair, and big golden eyes. Nice body under that tacky uniform, too, lean and hard and muscular. This could be a lot of fun…
With a final pat to her hair, she returned to the lounge.
Yuuzen brushed a hand over his eyes. All this pink was giving him a headache - and whatever was in the drink had gone straight to his head, making him feel slightly dizzy. He watched, frowning, as his hostess prowled towards him, her hips swaying from side to side.
"That is more comfortable?" He shook his head, regretting it immediately as the room swam around him. "I would have thought…"
Tulip slid onto the sofa next to him, a hand on one muscular thigh.
"You feeling OK?"
He rubbed his eyes.
"Not really… This drink…"
His eyes closed, and she frowned. She hadn't put anything that potent in the drink… She nudged him.
"Hey, you want to lie down? Take a nap?"
"I should be getting back…"
"Aww, you don't need to go yet, do you? We're only just getting acquainted."
"But…"
She stood, tugging at his arm: he rose unsteadily to his feet. Pulling his arm across her shoulders, she pushed him in the direction of her bedroom. His eyes were closing by the time she'd dragged off his thigh boots and the light upper-body armour he wore, and she just had time to manoeuvre him onto the bed before he passed out.
He came to several hours later, eyes fluttering open then gazing blearily around the room. He groaned silently. More pink… Then he frowned and tried to focus more clearly on the walls.
What in the three worlds were those things?
Intent on trying to work out the function of the strange, long and thin - things - some with what looked like knotted strings attached to one end, and the chains, and the other even less-identifiable objects around the room, he wasn't aware, at first, of Tulip sitting at his side - until she stroked the tip of a supple - pink - stick-like thing across his chest. He turned his head to find her smirking down at him.
"Feeling better now?"
He blinked. She'd put on a filmy, transparent pink garment, with wide sleeves and trimmed with fluffy pink - feathers, he thought - over the tight leather garment. She stroked his chest again, tickling, and he reached to catch hold of the stick-thing to stop the irritation.
He couldn't move his hands.
Glancing up, he saw metal bands around both of his wrists, attached to metal rings at the top of the bed. What was going on?!
He tugged at the cuffs. They were sturdy: it would take some effort to break free. He eyed the female warily.
"Tulip? What…?"
She grinned brightly at him.
"Just wanted to make sure you couldn't walk out on me. Well, not until I give you permission, anyway. Now…" she licked her lips, gaze running up and down his supine body, "I'd like to see what's under that incredibly ugly uniform…"
She slid onto the bed, then moved to straddle his hips, settling back onto his groin, then reached for a small sharp knife. He watched, warily, as she stroked it down his cheek, then caught his breath as the tip trailed down his throat. She grinned.
"Stay still. It'd be a real shame to spoil that gorgeous skin…"
The knife slipped under the low neck of the dark blue bodysuit, shearing through the tough material with difficulty as she sawed at it, managing to nick the skin at the upper edge of his pectoral as he flinched. She paused for a moment, watching dark blue blood bead along the cut, then smirked at him.
"Oh dear. Oh well, it's only tiny, won't leave a scar."
Maybe not, but it proved that she was serious. As his head cleared, he'd been debating breaking free, or using his legs to immobilise the female, but now she had a knife in her hand…
"Why are you doing this?"
She sat back, wriggling her buttocks against his groin, and pushed the filmy garment from her shoulders, thrusting her torso forwards to bring her breasts into prominence.
"I've never had one of your kind."
He blinked, then frowned.
"'Had'?"
She grinned and carried on cutting the bodysuit from him, fingertips stroking his skin as it was revealed, tracing the curve and hollow of muscle with a feather-light touch.
"Mmm… Very nice…"
He shivered and closed his eyes. She may not have 'had' one of his species before - whatever that meant - but she seemed to have a very good idea of the areas of his body that were particularly responsive. Her hands paused as she froze, and he slowly opened his eyes. She was staring at his chest, a look of part-startlement, part-horror on her face.
"What the fuck are those?!"
He raised his head a little and looked down at himself. His mamillae were erect and twitching - not overly surprising given the stimulation she'd been applying. His voice was unsteady as he answered.
"They… they're for feeding young…"
She stared at him.
"Feeding… young? They look like…" she brushed a finger over the tip of one of the seven slender, elongated, broad-headed dark blue - nipples, she couldn't think of any other name for them given their position, despite what they looked like - clustered in a wide circle low on each muscular breast. Yuuzen hissed and arched towards her, and she felt something stir at his groin. A slow, evil grin spread across her face.
"You like that? You do, don't you…"
She lowered her head and licked firmly, then took a nipple into her mouth, sucking gently and refusing to react when it - squirmed against her tongue, while the two on either side stroked her lips. It felt thoroughly weird - but bizarrely exciting.
Yuuzen was moaning, his hips squirming, and there was definitely something happening at his groin. Though quite what it was, at this stage she was afraid to hazard a guess…
She frowned to herself: he could still move his legs. Not a good idea. If these strange nipple-things were so sensitive, fuck knows what the other parts of his body were like.
She shifted from his body, lips moving from nipple to nipple to keep him distracted, and groped for the rope she kept under the pillow. Swivelling quickly, with an ease borne of long practise she lashed his ankles to the solid metal bedframe and was back at his chest before he'd realised what had happened, lips and tongue caressing those strange, sensitive nipples… Closing her lips around the base of one, she raised her head slightly, sliding her lips up to catch under the rim of the head, tugging gently and sucking, tongue fondling the roughened skin over the top - almost choking with surprise when a rich, sweet liquid squirted into her mouth.
She stilled, frowning. Milk? Or whatever it was his species' young fed on, anyway. Simultaneously intrigued and revolted, she tentatively swallowed, the action prompting another gush of the liquid.
It was actually rather pleasant, flowery-sweet and syrupy, and tingled slightly on her tongue. Gently licking the nipple clean, she moved to the next, suckling, swallowing the rich liquid, moving her hand across his chest to tease the other cluster, stroking in a circle, fascinated as they twined around her thumb…
Yuuzen was whimpering, eyes closed, biting his lip and thrusting upwards with his hips - as far as he was able, anyway, spread-eagled and captive as he was.
His face and chest were flushed, his breath coming in sobbing gasps, the prominent bulge at his groin visibly pulsing. Tulip grinned.
He wasn't suffering anything like enough, not yet.
She swallowed a last mouthful, trailed her tongue around and over the rest of the nipples, then pulled back, blowing over the saliva-wet cluster and earning herself a groan and a shiver. She laughed throatily.
"Ooh, yes, pretty boy… you do like that… Shall mama see what else you like, hm?"
Black pupils nearly filled the golden eyes as he regarded her apprehensively.
"What…?"
She smirked and grabbed the knife, tickling his stomach, raising an eyebrow. No navel. Uhuh. OK. Maybe they lay eggs?
Pulling the bodysuit material away from the trembling body, she sliced it carefully in an inverted V down to each hip, then tugged the whole lot off in one heave. And stared at what was revealed, bewildered.
He was male - wasn't he?
If so, where was his…?
Frowning, she reached to touch the hairless dark blue… labia? They looked like labia. Hugely engorged, enormous labia… He thrust up against her as her fingers stroked the hot flesh, and she jumped. Then grinned, slid out of her negligee and moved to kneel between his thighs.
"Now what do we have here…?"
Hands resting on the curve of his groin, she slid her thumbs between the firm folds of flesh and pushed them apart, eyes widening.
Two?
Holding the lips apart with one hand, she slid her fingers under the two long, large, firm - things; were they penises? They were roughly the right shape - nestling there, gently easing them upwards, only vaguely noticing that Yuuzen had frozen, unbreathing, his eyes wide and pained. Fascinated, she ran her fingers over the moist flesh, grinning at the shudder that went through the body - then lowered her head to stare at what lay under the two organs.
It was a cunt. It had to be. Nothing else looked like that.
What the fuck?! Male and female??
Yuuzen was whimpering, twisting in his bonds. His wrists were bruised from tugging on the handcuffs, his ankles chafed from the rope. She slid her thumbs between the dicks in her hand, pulling them wider apart as her captive bit back a cry, then slipped a finger into the wet entrance below, probing, finding a smooth protrusion on the upper wall and pressing it firmly, startled but pleased when Yuuzen shrieked, his back arching upwards, a sweet-scented, sticky wetness trickling from between his legs.
She assumed he'd come. Inside, anyway.
The organs in her hand were throbbing. She wondered if she could take both at the same time…
Seemed like a good time to find out. Undoing the laces at her hips, she tugged the leather thong away and straddled his groin, rubbing him against her clit, teasing herself, carefully easing him between her lips. Sighing as she very slowly slid down, getting used to the size, the incredible feeling of fullness. So delicious, having such power over another, especially one so strong… Settling herself fully onto his groin, and only then noticing his trembling, the tears on his cheeks. But he was still hard, and those nipple-things were still erect and twitching… She leaned forwards, taking a whole cluster into her mouth and teasing with her tongue, smiling to herself as he gasped and thrust into her. Then she paused. One last thing…
Fumbling into the drawer of the bedside table, she found her vibrator. Suckling on a nipple, she reached behind her and slid it into Yuuzen's body.
Then switched it on.
The effect was - overwhelming. The alien screamed and began pounding up into her, nipples leaking syrup faster than she could lap it up. She could feel the juddering of the vibrator along the shafts within her, and then a more powerful throbbing as Yuuzen came - at least, she assumed that's what happened, the organs pulsating alternately as a hot something jetted deep into her body as she climaxed…
But it didn't end there. Yuuzen was still hard, whimpering, his body shaking, eyes squeezed tight and teeth gritted, hips still bucking upwards. Grinning, she reached a hand between her thighs to fondle her own clit, leaned forwards to nip and suck at the so-far neglected nipple cluster.
And they came again, and yet again before Yuuzen finally passed out. Tulip sighed, weary but happy, switched off the vibrator, and let him slip from her body, settling back to let his fluids leak from her body. The pink satin sheets would need changing anyway...
Although something felt odd. Wiping a hand between her thighs she frowned at what was pooled in her palm. Lots of tiny little things like pearls, coated in a slightly oily liquid.
Pearls? Or maybe eggs??
She forced down the sudden panic, telling herself not to be so stupid, there was certainly no way she could be pregnant - but the very idea of fucking a male and having him come eggs instead of sperm was… kinky. She wriggled, feeling gobbets of the stuff slide out of her. Definitely perverted. And his species must have a whale of time making love. Imagine, being able to both father and bear kids!
Yuuzen shifted slightly, moaning quietly, and she brought her attention back to him. The poor dear. She'd managed to bite at least one of the nipples too hard: he was bleeding. The twin penises looked - bruised, and swollen, and his cunt was chafed and painful looking. And he'd rubbed his wrists and ankles raw on the cuffs and ropes.
Still, he seemed to have enjoyed himself.
She undid the bonds and spent a little while tidying herself up, changing into a pink satin bodice that softly cupped her breasts, leaving her nipples exposed, and a pair of crotchless panties, then returned to her captive. Yuuzen had rolled onto his side and curled into a ball: she sat beside him, licking her lips at the sight of the lean hips and sexy ass, then gently bathed the torn skin around his ankles. It was, after all, the least (the very least) she could do for him, after he'd given her so much pleasure. He gradually uncurled, enough for her to roll him, with some difficulty, onto his back: the penises had retracted and were hidden again behind the labia, and the nipples had shrunk back to large mounds against the smooth skin of his chest. At some point his hair had come completely out of its plait, and lay tangled below and over him, a pretty contrast to the pink of the room. He was quite lovely, and such fun to play with. She was so tempted just to keep him…
His eyes fluttered open - and widened in shock and fright as he scooted backwards up the bed.
"You… you violated me!"
She chuckled.
"Aww, c'mon - it's not like you were complaining. And you're a grown up, you must have had sex before…"
He stared at her, then shook his head. She blinked.
"You haven't had sex before?"
"Not like that!"
"Like what then? Sucked off? Some guy up your ass? I can arrange that for you next time…"
He swallowed hard.
"You don't understand. We don't - have sex - with another person."
She laughed mockingly.
"Suuure you don't. So how do you fucking reproduce, then?"
"We impregnate ourselves."
Her jaw dropped.
"You what…?"
"We impregnate ourselves. Carry the eggs until they hatch, then spend the time until the hatchlings' first moulting in the nursing pool."
Tulip was still staring at him.
"You are absolutely serious, aren't you?"
"Of course I am! Didn't you realise how much you were hurting me?"
"Uh, how?"
He glared.
"How would you feel, having a sensitive part of your body bent the wrong way, thrust into a strange cavity and… and… used without your permission?"
"But I thought you were enjoying it!"
He stared at her.
"Enjoying… enjoying? Did you bother to find out? What in the three worlds are you that you can abuse a stranger so?"
She grinned, unrepentant.
"Oh, I think you enjoyed it alright. Nobody can come that many times if they're hating it."
He glowered at her.
"A stunningly stupid announcement given you know nothing about my species."
"Oh, I know enough to know I like you…" she purred, prowling closer. "Want to try again?"
He swung his legs from the bed and grabbed for his bodysuit, dropping it in disgust when he saw its state of disrepair.
"I need something to wear. Briefs will do: my armour will cover the rest."
"You're not staying, then?"
He didn't bother to dignify that with an answer. Sighing exasperatedly she climbed from the bed and rummaged in a rosewood chest of drawers.
"I'm afraid this is the best I can do…"
She tossed him a thong. A bright pink, only-slightly-less-revealing-than-her-normal-wear leather thong. Shaking his head resignedly he struggled into it. It was very, very tight, but it would - just - serve until he could get back to the trading mission's temporary dwelling.
Tulip stared, feeling saliva pool in her mouth. Now that was tasty… She hoped he managed to get to wherever he was going without getting jumped - though she wouldn't bet on it.
"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"
He stared, and she grinned, then bowed her head mockingly.
"I won't charge you for the tuition. Hope you make good use of it!"
An hour later, back in his own room and lying naked on the bed, he frowned at the ceiling.
He had to admit it had been an interesting experience. Not one he'd want to repeat anytime soon, though.
Unless… There was a rather nice little Drovonian lieutenant on this mission too - Choichan, that was his name. He'd been very friendly, seemingly wanting to spend time with his superior officer…
Yuuzen smiled to himself. Perhaps the 'tuition' needn't go to waste after all…
© 2002 August 15th Joules Taylor
Silk and Leather pt 1
