Strange Charm

by A. Phallus Si

  He snorted at the incredulous look Igor leveled at him. “You’re on your own with that one, Jax. I couldn’t be happier returning to my lab and the bloodless calm of planned cloning.”

  “You wouldn’t even do it for our kittens?” He teased Igor as they headed towards the pleasure district.

  Igor cocked his head and stared at Jax. With an almost imperceptible shake he said, “Are you nuts? After seeing that, I’m not sure why other species aren’t on board with cloning. Because, I’ll tell you this, Jax—if I had to go through that, there’s no fucking way our species would propagate.” With his arm wrapped around Igor’s shoulder, he felt a shudder run through him.

  “Heck. If fucking wasn’t purely recreational, there’d probably be less fucking.”

  Well, didn’t that just sound shitty.

  Blow Me... Away

  Igor tried to hand over the card Tige had given him in thanks as they approached the entrance to Stripes, a members only club popular with the Thylacine crowd.

  “No. He gave it to you,” Jax balked, not taking it.

  Undaunted, Igor handed over the card to the brute guarding the ingress. If they thought Tige was big, then this guy dwarfed him. He examined the card and then them. With a slight dip of acknowledgment, he pushed open the panel.

  By the stars. “How big do they get?” Jax asked. “Not that big. He’s been genetically altered.” Igor slid between two slightly less intimidating figures. “Fully matured males are about Tige’s size.”

  “Why is Taro so small?”

  Igor frowned. “He is still young.” Pushing towards the bar he continued, “Thylacines don’t generally reproduce before their tenth to twelfth cycles, but Taro reached fertility early.”

  “Aren’t there females?”

  Igor gave him the stupid look. “Of course. Thylacines are one of several species where both males and females are equipped to reproduce. In the presence of the right hormones both sexes will go into heat.”

  “Guess Tige made him hot.”

  “You could say that,” Igor snorted. Jax was thankful that at least one of his littermates understood his humor.

  “Thylacines generally engage in repeated group matings when one becomes fertile.” They pushed through the crowd heading for the bar and Igor continued, “It is intense and often involves between four to eight participants. For Tige to have singlehandedly fertilized three pups, then Taro and he were quite busy for a couple days.”

  “So...” He was going to ask how exactly that worked, but further discussion was halted as they gave their orders. When he turned back to Igor, he had that look he wore when he was going to explain to kittens why chasing firesparks was a bad idea, and Jax decided that maybe he really didn’t want to know.

  The female formulating their drinks wandered back placing the fluorescent green-filled flasks down. “You’re the ones who helped Taro and Tige?”

  News traveled fast.

  “Yeah,” Igor said. Taking a deep sip and then shuddered. “Whoa... now, that’s got a kick.” He gave Jax a goofy grin.

  Jax was suddenly aware how quiet the room had gotten and all the attention their conversation was drawing. A few males that rivaled the guard in size were huddled on both sides of them. Jax moved an unaware Igor in front of him.

  “Thanks.” She leaned onto the slick surface and asked more quietly, “Taro’s my baby brother; how’s he doing?”

  Igor’s relief was obvious. “Pretty good considering the shortened term. The younglings, too.” He handed over a credit chip.

  She refused it. “On the house, the whole evening for services rendered.” Then wandered off to another customer.

  The drinks kept coming and the company was surprisingly good. Thylacines were big, but a garrulous lot. Igor had been sent a couple more from the admirers surrounding him. Jax hung back watching him. Igor was rarely the center of attention, but boy did he have these dogs chasing their tails to catch his eye.

  “Your companion’s very attractive,” a voice to his right spoke. Jax had noted the presence of the large Thylacine beside him, but since he’d kept quiet, Jax hadn’t disturbed him.

  “Yes.” No doubt about it. Igor was beautiful. And now licking a brightly- hued powder off one of their necks. Well this would be interesting, and here Jax worried he’d have a hard time getting Igor to relax. But Igor just jumped on a psychotropic ride without a care. Jax could only hope he knew what he was in for.

  “I suggest you wade in to claim him before the pups get too rambunctious.”

  Jax took another look, the male didn’t seem that much older, but there was a thickness to his muscles that belied his maturity. Only a couple handfuls of years, but he had no idea how long Thylacines lived.

  “He’s not mine.” Certainly not the way the Thylacine intended. Possessive and exclusive were not paired emotions for the Feldoonae people, unlike several species he’d encountered.

  “Really,” the male grunted. “Then perhaps you wouldn’t be disinclined to a little attention yourself.” As he pushed his body against Jax’s fully.

  He was big and thick—all over. The rod presently probing his spine made Jax catch his breath. God. That is big. His focus was quickly reduced to the arm wrapped around him, the cock waiting, and Igor licking his way down a Thylacine.

  Almost as if he could sense Jax’s thoughts, “Don’t worry, kitty. I know your kind. Feldoonae are very limber and supple.” He rubbed harder. “It’ll fit.”

  Slowly, they migrated toward an alcove as the four bodies surrounding Igor pushed him back onto a table and Jax followed to watch. Clothes were being tossed to the floor and a meaty paw started jacking him.

  Igor was groaning and arching into the hands grabbing him. He was out of control by the time a mouth engulfed his cock and a pair of hands held him down. It wasn’t long before Igor was shooting a load down the throat. The Thylacine yanked Igor’s ankles high, nearly to his shoulders while an enormous cock was being rubbed against his hole, a copious amount of pre-come bathing it. Igor was pushing his pucker against the thick cock grunting as he licked the one pushed against his lips.

  Jax was turned around, his suit on the floor, his cock in a stranger’s hands. “Your friend will be busy for a while. Let me entertain you while my pack works the H3At out of his system.”

  No wonder his littermate was sluttier than usual. Igor wasn’t a prude, but he also didn’t usually take a double team like a pro. He wondered how long the effects would last, and how sore he’d be after. Judging from his first reaming of the night, it would be significant. Any more thoughts on the matter Jax might have had were abandoned as he fell to his knees for a taste of his own cockpop.

  Ground Control to...

  Jax lay in a heap on the floor and watched the table spin as Igor took a fifth load up his ass and down his gullet. There seemed to be a break in the daisy chain as more drinks were passed around. One of them held a wobbling blue cube to Igor’s mouth coaxing, “Have this. It will bring you energy so we can play some more.”

  Igor licked and put his hand up to hold it. Staring at the square and licking, he suddenly sat up on the table head-butting the Thylacine ministering to him.

  “Frack!” Holding his head and the cube up he said, “Jax, I know what to do.” He jumped off the table oblivious to disgruntled comments from his companions.

  Jax couldn’t even pull his legs together. “Yeah?” Fuck, that cock had been huge.

  Igor thrust the wobbly cube into his face. “We need the antigrav stage.”

  His blank look must have encouraged him to explain further. “Jellification.” Igor shoved the cube against his lips. “You should have this—you look totally fucked.” Igor helped pull his legs together and gave him a hand up as he continued with his hypothesis.

  Whatever was in that cube was potent stuff; Jax felt ready to fly. They suited up, ignoring the howls and baying of disappointment behind them as they strode toward the exit. “You’re sure?”

  A giant gr
in split Igor’s face. “Definitely.”

  “Hutchinson Effect!” They said simultaneously, staggering arm in arm out the door.

  “You’re a genius, Igor.”

  “Duh.”

  To the Races

  Jax was checking his intelunit for the antigrav location when he noticed Igor had wandered off. Jax felt more comfortable keeping an eye on him in his present state. He hadn’t gone far; Jax could make out the magenta head bobbing on the edge of a crowd. There was cheering and, if Jax wasn’t mistaken, a bit of gambling going on. Igor had skirted the gathering until he’d found a spot where he could see over those in front.

  “Place your bets,” the loudspeaker crackled.

  Participants were queued up in pairs to transverse a circuit on the floor. A mix of genders and species, all lithe and naked, were waiting on their marks. Jax was trying to figure out why the course was so short when Igor started whining.

  “What?”

  Deep, rapid breaths and Igor responded, “Nothing.” Then whined again.

  The race pairs lined up one behind the other, and it was then that Jax saw that all the males were highly aroused. As their partners bent over, they grabbed one then the other leg and pulled them flush until they were mounted on their cocks.

  “How exactly does this race work?” Jax asked another viewer. “First cart to cross the finish line without losing its cocking pin, wins.” “Any restrictions?” “Doesn’t matter which hole, as long as it stays in for the duration.”

  Odds were announced and promised credchips were being wagered on the outcome. One team was the clear crowd favorite, but the odds on another were tempting enough to ensure some action on the sidelines. Jax watched it all while Igor was mesmerized by the view as judges verified team positions and holstering compliance. His whining increased as the starting pistol sounded, intently rubbing against Jax’s haunch.

  Jax leaned over and nipped Igor’s jaw. “Shhh...” He impeded his rubbing by holding Igor firmly against him. “You’ll only make it worse. Stop.”

  Igor was inhaling deeply, his nose buried in Jax’s chest, a low whine escaping with each exhale. Jax drew him further into his embrace, gently petting Igor, massaging his scalp and holding him tight to still Igor’s need for frenetic movement.

  The race was over before they knew it. The winners, the odds’ favorite, were strutting about acknowledging the crowd’s cheering. All around them bets were being settled. Jax’s informant laughed and collected credchips from two disappointed youths. “Never bet against ass, especially if the lube is light,” he sagely advised.

  Up in the Air

  After stumbling into The Root, home to the only antigrav stage within 50 parsecs, Jax cornered the manager and held Igor back from licking him as he pled their request. Other than a few smirks for the wrangling Jax did holding Igor back, he elicited no response aside from the initial rejection.

  “Wait! Is there any way we can pay to use the stage?”

  “No. House policy won’t allow it.”

  Jax felt a warm... very warm presence behind him. Turning, he noted the biggest humanoid he’d ever seen. Where the heck did all of these behemoths come from? He made the guard at Stripes look like a youngling. Tall and wide, the newcomer’s thigh was larger than his waist.

  “Problem R’wan?” A deep voice reverberated through Jax.

  “These two want to borrow the stage, and I was just explaining the rules, boss.”

  “I’ll take it from here.” He turned to the pair. “Come. Sit with me.”

  Igor stopped trying to climb on Jax and peered over his shoulder, his breath hot and heavy as he rubbed up against him. Who knew how long the H3At would affect him, but it didn’t seem to be diminishing. Jax watched the newcomer admire Igor. After brief introductions, Jax explained what they wanted and hoped Q’rcus would agree to some terms of use. They had to get that token exposed to the antigrav.

  “We need to use your stage for a few minutes,” said Jax. No response. “We’d be happy to pay for the time.”

  “The only way anyone gets on that stage is if they’re performing. There is a great cost to run it. Patrons expect something spectacular when it is on. The Root does not disappoint.”

  Igor continued to command interest as he slithered up and down Jax’s back. Maybe... “We can perform.”

  “I think that may be true.”

  “You’re a Bauman,” Igor blurted out. He climbed over Jax, barely missing his head with his knee, sitting between them on the curved seat—his appraisal just as blatant as his appraisee’s. Igor reached out a hand toward Q’rcus’s crotch and Jax pulled him back onto his lap, where he quickly became distracted by grinding his ass against Jax’s cock.

  Grabbing his hip and gently wrapping a hand around Igor’s throat, Jax stilled him. “Sorry. My littermate is not quite himself.”

  Q’rcus took a sip from one of the drinks that had appeared. “From the looks of it, this is not the first club you have visited.” He nonchalantly stroked himself, the massive bulge attesting that he was proportional all over.

  Igor purred, loudly, pulling against Jax’s restraint. “The crowd likes to be entertained.” Q’rcus left his hand on his shaft as he continued, “Can you... please?” Igor’s enthusiastic moans of assent sounded like he was coming, which he might have been.

  “Yes. We can do a routine.” They had done exercise performances while younglings. Of course, that was years ago when they did group physical activities as juniors before specialized, individual training. He and Igor had practiced one for a competition so many times that Jax still occasionally dreamed of it. And, the antigrav would substitute perfectly for the ropes they’d used to create their aerial display.

  “Good. I would like to see it.” Q’rcus reached down below the table and grabbed a tall box. “Here are your costumes. If you need assistance donning them, ask. I will send R’wan to set things up and help as necessary.”

  Taking the box, Jax herded his littermate backstage. He had just placed it on a table when Igor tackled him to the floor. Biting the back of his neck, grunting while humping his ass. He’d better help get him off if they had any hope of performing, unless Igor fucking him on the antigrav stage was entertainment. For this club, probably, but he had no intention of trying to work out the logistics while floating.

  Jax lifted his ass. “Come on,” he said while Igor was grinding. “You want to rub one off like this or should I just suck your cock, Igor?”

  Igor growled. “Your mouth.”

  Jax had the closures open and Igor’s cock down his throat when R’wan wandered backstage. Jax couldn’t care less as Igor pumped hard and deep, groaning as he released. A gentle bathing with his tongue and Igor popped free.

  Removing the arm from his eyes, “Thanks for that, Jax,” he said. “I swear. I’ll never do H3At again. Never.”

  Probably true, but Igor was still flushed and his pupils were huge diamonds—he wasn’t close to being done. Jax should have left him in that Thylacine daisy chain for a couple more rounds.

  “You should get ready, now.” R’wan nodded towards the box. “Markgraf Q’rcus is most anxious for your performance.”

  Opening Q’rcus’s box had revealed two bright, jeweled swaths of orange and green. But, their costumes were moving. Undulating as they inched along, crawling up the sides.

  “How?” Jax touched one; it was smooth and silky. Reacting, it moved towards his finger. The frills wavering as it slowly progressed up the box.

  “Jax why is it moving? By itself?” Igor remained a step back.

  “They are nubri. Symbiotic organisms from the Piscean system.” R’wan answered. “They are non-sentient and subsist off natural excretions from many humanoids.” He picked one up, the long black tentacles dangling nearly to the floor. “They are also helpful with dermal infections, but that’s not why we use them. Besides being beautiful, they are unaffected by the harmonics of the antigrav stage, unlike many inorganics which can jellify.”


  “Really?” Igor gently picked the remaining one out of the box. “Fascinating.”

  “You could perform nude, but many enjoy the benefits of using a nubris.”

  Jax snorted. R’wan clearly interpreted his disbelief.

  “They keep things tucked and in place while rotating. Less pinching and twisting when one uses a nubris.” R’wan gently stroked the creature and grinned. “Plus, the suckers are very pleasing. Many performers finish their set very happy.”

  “Wow. Help me get it on.” Igor had barely finished his request before he offered his penis... errr... himself to R’wan.

  The tentacles wrapped around their torsos, small barbs hooking into their skin as the body adhered to their crotches, the suckers gently massaging as they moved infinitesimally. Mmm... that did feel good, but not too good. Jax found it was enough stimulation to keep hard, but not to distract.

  Having tucked the token behind his balls, Jax wiggled a little to check for shift—not happening with the nubris’s suction hold. “You sure this is safe?” He asked Igor. It was his balls, and the last thing he wanted was to end up with a token-clad testicle.

  “Stop worrying.” Igor groped him. “All those incidents you’re remembering are from early experiments, the nascent beginning of antigrav technology.” He fondled Jax, the nubris, responding to Igor’s touch, was undulating faster, rhythmically pulsating.

  Growing hard and wanting more he pushed into Igor’s hand. “Igor...”

  Biting Jax’s ear he whispered, “Not yet.” And drew his hand away after one last caress. “Those beauties will not be gold encrusted when we depart the stage. I promise.”