Baston

by Amelia Wilson

  As he thought this, a boar the size of his spaceship ran out of the woods towards them. Sca and Baston moved out of his way immediately, but Cherie stood frozen in his path. Baston lunged back to grab her right before the large tusks pierced her in the stomach.

  “Get ready, he was running from something.” Baston could only imagine what a boar of that size would be afraid of.

  Cherie nodded and picked up a large stick, planting her feet in preparation. Sca couldn’t find a stick, so he put his hands up in a fighting position. Baston held his large knife out in front of him and waited for whatever was chasing the boar to emerge.

  They came one by one from the woods. They were little primates with green fur. Baston thought he recognized them as Sida Monkeys. They looked small, but he knew they were dangerous in packs. If you ran up on a pack like this alone, they’d take you down like ants taking down a dung beetle.

  Each one of them sniffed the air as they walked, their curly tails bouncing back and forth. One went up into a tree and started screeching down at the others.

  “How cute!” Cherie cooed, and knelt on the ground, beckoning to one of the primates.

  “Get up!” Baston snapped and pulled her off the ground by her arm. “They’ll bite your hand clean off, and then the blood will start a frenzy.”

  “Those little things? How do you know?”

  “I know about Sida Monkeys, and they will tear you up. Don’t draw attention to us.” Baston said slowly backing away as the monkeys continued to sniff. They were hopefully looking for the boar and were focused on that.

  “You just learn about weird animals in your spare time, do you?” Sca asked quietly as he kept his eyes on the monkeys.

  “Yes, for situations like this one,” Baston hissed.

  “They are just adorable,” Cherie said, still smiling at the small green primates.

  “When did you turn into such a girl?” Sca asked, receiving a piercing glare in return.

  Baston counted there were about a dozen of them. If one of them had been alone, the monkeys would have probably tried it, but since there were three of them, he thought they might pass them by. Once they had walked past them, the three travelers gave them a lot of time to get out ahead before they started again.

  Another grove of thick trees was ahead, but luckily, these didn’t attack. Sca still ran through them as fast as possible, not wanting to give them a chance. Baston and Cherie followed him, realizing that while the trees were thick, they didn’t stretch forward for very long. The branches whipped their faces due to the speed they were running at, snapping tree limbs as they raced.

  Sca was running in front of them, and the next minute, he was gone. They heard him yelling and getting further away, so they slowed down abruptly before they reached the end, and saw him rolling down a large grassy hill.

  Cherie attempted to walk slowly down it, but the steepness caused her to pitch forward, and soon she was rolling down as well. Baston chose to scoot on his rear end, using the knife to stab the ground, and lower himself down little by little. Cherie and Sca lay at the bottom, and once they had caught their breaths, they laughed at him, holding their stomachs and rolling back and forth on the grass.

  Chapter Six – Lustful Plants

  Huffing and puffing slowly up the other side of the hill, which was just as steep, they were pleasantly surprised not to run into another obstacle. Aside for some strange bird calls that sounded like the cat they’d faced mixed with a parrot, there wasn’t any noise. It took some effort making it up the hill with nothing to hold onto, but climbing with their hands and feet, they made it. At the top, they were surprised to find themselves in a sea of flowers.

  The flowers stretched on forever in every color. Baston knew immediately what they must be.

  “It’s hot out here all of a sudden,” Cherie said as her hands moved to lift her shirt, exposing her flat stomach. She fanned herself and leaned her head back, exposing her slender throat.

  Baston’s nostrils flared, his eyes focused on the skin just bared to him. Her stomach was enticing and he wanted to bite it.

  “It’s the plants,” Sca explained, turning around and locking eyes on the same strip of skin Baston was studying. Baston noticed, but didn’t care. Why shouldn’t he look?

  “The plants?” Cherie asked, her voice expelled in a husky tone as her tongue traveled over her lips. She started moving her hips from side to side, almost absentmindedly.

  Baston growled, his thigh twitching as if he was restraining himself from coming to her. She moved towards them, running her hands over her breasts. His cock grew hard in his pants, it was unexpected and he gasped.

  “Cherie, you need to refrain. The plant is making you feel things differently.” Baston said, even as he moved towards her. His hand encircled her neck and he looked into her eyes, licking his lip.

  “I don’t understand.” Cherie blinked. Her eyes were already heavy lidded with lust and the smell of sex was already in the air. Perhaps another side effect of the plants, or she was already that turned on. He wanted to know, to feel it. The desire was overwhelming and fighting it was fruitless.

  Baston noticed Sca was glowing brighter than usual, and assumed it was because of his desire. The brown hair on his head seemed to stand up from electricity. Cherie was staring at him, moving towards him with her hands outstretched.

  “What kind of plants are they?” Sca asked, tearing Baston’s attention away from Cherie for a second. She whined and moved closer to him, drawing a hand up his arm.

  “It’s an Adna love plant,” Baston said. According to Ation, this is the plant that brings men to their knees. “We need to get out of here,” Baston said as he grabbed Cherie’s hand, holding it on his arm.

  “What’s an Adna love plant?” Cherie voiced her question as she struggled to remove her hand from his grasp, and succeeded in making her way up to his shoulder.

  “At first, I thought it was some kind of weapon plant, but now I think it brings men to their knees in a different way.” Baston wanted to fight it, but he could feel the plants’ power over him. They were igniting flames that would need somewhere to go. His cock was painfully hard, straining against his pants as he turned towards Cherie.

  Suddenly, she pushed away and pulled her shirt over her head. “I’m just so unbelievably hot.”

  As she exposed her skin, both men could no longer take it, and moved towards her. Baston noticed Cherie’s breathing had become harder as they reached for her. She reached out, feeling both of their chests, and moaned deep in her throat.

  “What if I don’t want to leave?” Cherie asked boldly.

  Sca placed his hand over hers as Baston cursed next to them. This was happening, but did she really want this to happen? His head warred with his dick over the whole matter. It was becoming clear which would win the battle.

  “Cherie, you don’t mean what you are saying,” Baston told her, but the conviction in his voice wavered.

  “I think I do.” Her hands traveled over their chests and cupped their cheeks. The pads of her thumbs brushed back and forth over their jaws, sparking arousal so deep Baston couldn’t deny it.

  Baston tilted his head, making her palm connect with his lips. Cherie inhaled sharply as he used his tongue to probe the inside of her hand.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she purred.

  “Cherie…” he started to ask whether she was sure again.

  “Shhhh,” she let her breath wash over his face before lifting his hand away and pressing her lips to his.

  Both of them took her in their arms which made it a bit awkward, but eventually, they found a way to hold her in unison. Baston’s hand traveled down to her ass, squeezing her so tightly that her body was pulled away from Sca. She reached behind her to make sure he was close to her as well, and leaned back to kiss him, too.

  Baston watched Cherie in awe. She was kissing his friend now, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Sca said
as he broke the kiss, and moved to her neck. Baston keeping his head away from his friend and squeezing her nipples didn’t agree with him anymore. She squealed and he lost all control over his body.

  “This is the only thing we should be doing,” Cherie answered, her head falling back on Baston’s chest. Her hair tickled him deliciously and he tugged at it, eliciting a growl from her.

  “You are so beautiful,” Baston murmured as he removed her thin bra and exposed her hard nipples.

  He moved to her right breast, sucking the nipple in between his lips, his tongue circling the sensitive peak and causing her body to shake with the powerful sensation. She tasted sweet, and he moaned low in his throat as his cock threatened to burst from his pants. He moved back up her body and held her against his chest as his mouth made its way up her arm and over her shoulder.

  Baston’s mouth was hot on her neck as he thrust his large erection against her ass, licking the skin and tasting her neck. Cherie pushed back as Sca moved to his knees and Baston could see him licking her naked stomach. Baston’s hands worked her breasts and she let out a loud moan when Sca slowly slid her pants down. Baston moved his mouth to her ear and she let out a gasp of pleasure, causing his balls to tighten. He didn’t want to lose it yet.

  “I need to see this,” Baston growled as he moved from behind Cherie. His gaze roamed over her and she stared at him with her mouth open. Cherie grasped her breasts, squeezing them. Both men groaned as her hand began to travel down her stomach.

  “Oh no, you don’t,” Sca said, stopping her hand before she could reach her center.

  “I need…” Cherie couldn’t finish her sentence as Baston’s hand moved up her thighs, making them shake.

  “We know what you need,” Sca told her. “Lay down, Cherie.”

  She moved her naked body, squirming as she did as he ordered. Both men removed their clothing. Cherie’s eyes bounced back and forth between them. Baston was incredibly turned on and avoided looking anywhere except into Cherie’s eyes. He wasn’t sure what seeing his best friend’s glowing erection would do to his own, and didn’t want to be taken from the moment.

  “Please…” she begged when they continued to stare at her.

  Baston moved to the top of her and straddled her chest as Sca knelt down, pushing her legs apart. Baston’s put his shaft in front of her face holding his weight off of her but allowing her nipples to graze his thighs. Cherie tilted her neck back and took his arousal in her mouth. Baston groaned as his hips thrust slowly against her tongue.

  Cherie moaned loudly as Sca moved between her legs with his mouth. Baston closed his eyes, the vibrations threatening to send him over the edge. Baston pushed his cock inside of her mouth again and she sucked it with all her might. His hands landed on her breasts and he teased the tight nipples. Sca’s tongue quickened, responding to the increasing pitch of her moans as she approached her climax. A few seconds more and her body exploded with pleasure, crying out around Baston’s cock, her body shuddering.

  Sca took his mouth away as Cherie whimpered. Baston slowed down his movements in her mouth and watched as Sca entered her. He matched pace with Sca, thrusting into her mouth as she responded. Baston pulled and urged her to turn over. With Sca still inside of her, she turned over so that she was on all fours. Cherie’s moans spurred Sca on as he increased his pace, slamming into her. Sca released loudly with a gasp as he gripped her hips against him. He pulled out and moved aside, lying on the grass to catch his breath.

  Cherie reached out for Baston, beckoning him towards her. “I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered, lightly scratching his skin with her fingernails. He bit his lip and gave in to her request, positioning himself behind her. Baston slid into her and stroked the skin of her ass and back as he moved, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in again. Her ragged breathing became harder and she whimpered, revealing her heightened sensitivity. He sensed she was close to a second orgasm and increased his movements, reveling in her pleasure. She screamed out as her legs shook, and Baston moved a hand under her to keep her upright. She trembled and thrashed as her nails dug down his back, sending him over the edge. Cherie rocked against him as she came, and yelled once more through her orgasm as he found his release.

  Baston moved to one side as Sca moved to the other. She skated her hands up and down their chests as she tried to catch her breath.

  “We need to get out of here,” Sca said.

  Baston agreed. They were vulnerable out in the open naked. None of them wanted to move. The flowers all around them were still working their magic. Baston’s cock hadn’t gone down and his body was still aflame with desire. If they didn’t get out of the flowers, they might never stop and die of exhaustion and dehydration. Of course, there were worse ways to go, he thought with a smile.

  “In a moment,” Cherie said, slinging her leg over Sca’s hips and lowering herself down on his hard shaft. This time, Baston saw everything, but it didn’t bother him. He was still turned on. Baston’s lips locked around her nipple as she started to ride Sca in hurried strokes.

  “Just now,” Cherie repeated as Baston’s finger circled her ass. She inhaled sharply when he took some of her wetness and then entered her tight hole. He couldn’t get enough of her, and wanted to be inside her anyway he could.

  “Holy shit…” Cherie moaned as she continued to ride Sca. Baston’s finger teased her, watching with pleasure as her head leaned back and her mouth opened. They were going to be there a while.

  Chapter Seven – Moon Crickets

  Once they’d dressed, they were lucky enough to come to a river. Baston was wary, but Sca said they should skinny dip. They’d be able to contain themselves away from the flowers. They’d made love more times than he could count, and in every way possible. His body ached everywhere. The injuries he’d sustained early in the trip were aggravated by all the activity, but he couldn’t complain.

  As they waded out into the water, Baston had to admit that it made him feel better. The cool water soothed his aching muscles and washed the scrapes and cuts on his body. They waded out deep enough to swim and he allowed himself to relax for a minute, floating on the water. The river wasn’t very deep, not more than eight feet, and it wasn’t that wide. They would easily be to the other side and could continue on their way after a dip.

  “Ow!” Cherie exclaimed. “Something bit me.”

  She put her hand to the back of her neck and Baston saw a small round red dot.

  “Oh no, Cherie. Let me get it.” He swam over and went to pull the bug from her neck.

  “What is it?” she froze. The dot was the size of a button on his uniform, but before he could get to it, the bug grew to the size of his finger. He pulled it from her and she cried out. A round bite mark was showing up and blood ran down the back of her neck.

  “It’s a moon cricket,” Baston said, squeezing the bug between his fingers.

  “What!” Sca swam for the other side of the river and ran up on the bank. He started looking all over his body for them.

  “That didn’t look like a cricket to me,” Cherie said, wiping the blood from the back of her neck. Another one on her chest appeared out of nowhere. They were small when they started, but they grew fast.

  “They call them that because they glow and make a chirping noise at night. They are more like what you would call leeches on Earth.” He pulled the one from her chest and urged her forward. “Only they grow as they get blood from you, and soon they will be your size. When they grow bigger than you, they are dangerous because they can drain you.”

  They got out of the water, and he realized there were at least four of them on him as they started growing from the blood they consumed.

  “Shit.” He pulled them off one by one and stomped them under his foot. Somehow it seemed Sca had escaped getting any of them on him.

  “Our clothes are still over there,” Cherie pointed out.

  Baston thought he’d gotten them all off of her but when she turned around there was a larg
e one attached to her back. He moved forward and pulled it off quickly.

  “Ah!” she yelled.

  He knew it hurt, but they had to get them off.

  “I’ll go get our clothes, you just have to help me if any more of them get on me.”

  “I can go,” Sca offered, looking completely terrified.

  “You won’t even kill a mothera when it gets in your house. I’ll do it.” Baston took a deep breath and ran back through the river to get their clothes. He held them above his head as he came back towards them and rushed from the water.

  “Do I want to know what a mothera is?” Cherie asked.

  “No,” both Sca and Baston answered at the same time.

  Sca and Cherie helped him get the bugs off, and luckily none of them had latched in too deep. The relaxing water had turned into a death trap and now they had to go over a sandy landscape. The dunes were tall, and the water couldn’t be consumed with the moon crickets in it, so they’d have to endure the heat and thirst until they could find another water source.

  After what seemed like forever, they came upon the town they’d been looking for. Tired, worn down and dirty, the three made their way towards the houses they could see. They’d made it to fuel, to water, to food – hopefully. It was all Baston could do to get his legs to move forward. He actually found himself telling them to move in his head.

  Right leg, now left, right leg again, now left.

  The houses were small. There didn’t seem to be as many of them as he had imagined when Ation told him about it. Of course, to Ation, this would seem like a big town. They lived on the ground. The houses were in a line as a sort of barrier, and he could see between some of them – more were behind them. As they approached, the suns were starting to set. Baston saw a large man come out of one of the houses. He didn’t appear to have a weapon.

  “Who are you?” The man pulled a gun from behind him. Baston couldn’t tell what kind it was.

  “Strangers, but we mean you no harm. Our ship ran out of fuel near the tribe of Ation. He told us if we could pass the trials of the land you’d give us fuel. Was he right?”