What are these?"

The xeno girl's voice was eager and playful. Chem-chan stretched languidly before wiggling her digits at her erstwhile companion. "Toes", she said wearily, amused by the expression of curiosity her trench-buddy wore.

"Can I... can I touch them?" A moment of silence passed between the two. Shlicktau could feel her cheeks turning deep blue with embarassment at having asked such an inappropriate question, but as she opened her mouth to apologize, Chem-chan shrugged and responded, "Sure".

Biting her lower lip, she took the human's odd plantigrade appendage into her clumsy hands, running her fingers over the pale flesh. She had to supress a giggle as Chem-chan squirmed. Apparently, humans could be ticklish, too.

Chem-chan pulled her foot out of Shlicktau's hands. "Right, that's enough of that." Chem-chan went on undressing. The trenches in this place were unbearably hot, and she wasn't about to undress in front of Miffgrod. She wasn't completely sure that Ork brains worked like human brains in that respect, but she wasn't in the mood to find out. At least she was fairly certain that the Xeno was a girl, and likely wouldn't try anything perverse. Strange, though; the blue girl looked kind of disappointed.

Shlicktau was removing her own armor. Chem-chan took notice of how slight her figure was, and wondered how such a slip of a girl -- and one so obviously young besides -- could ever have become a soldier in the first place. Of course, it wasn't like she had ever pictured herself becoming a soldier when she was back in the Hive, either. She sighed audibly, and the xeno girl tilted her head to regard her with curious eyes, wondering what was wrong. Chem-chan offered nothing by way of explanation. Just then she noticed she hadn't managed to get much more other than her top and one of her boots off, while her alien companion had already stripped down to her undergarments. The day, spent running from both Miffgrod's brethren and Chem-chan's former Guard allies, had really taken its toll, and the heat really wasn't making it any easier to stay awake. She felt so very tired, like she could just pass out right there, half-dressed. . .

"Fuck it," she said to no one in particular; "I'll sleep like this."

Shlicktau smirked as the human started snoring noisily almost immediately. Chem-chan hadn't even taken off that silly mask.

Chem-chan awoke to an oddly familiar sound, but in her present state, delirious and half-asleep as she was, she couldn't even begin to guess what it might be. No sign of the alien she had been sharing the trench with, though the xenos' kit still lay a scant distance away. Chem-chan patted the dry earth around her, groping in the dark, hoping that she might find one of her own weapons without drawing any attention to herself. The first thing she felt was the cool, smooth surface of the short-pattern lasrifle she had appropriated a few days ago (from a Cadian that wouldn't be needing it anymore), but she decided against taking it. If she fired the damn thing, the noise would just draw the attention of other unseen attackers.

She briefly considered just making a run for it without bothering to assess the threat, but scrambling around blindly in the dark without knowing the nature of the enemy would likely just get her killed. Either way, she'd have to leave everything she'd 'acquired' on this trip behind if she was going to beat feet. She eyed Tau girl's xenotech longlingly; that sort of thing would net her quite a few thrones, especially amongst the more pragmatic Guard veterans.

But if there was one thing she had learned in her time scavenging out here, it was that discretion was always the better part of valor, and if it came down to the goods or your own life, well, then salvage be damned. She certainly wouldn't get far weighed down by spoils.

Finally her hand touched the hilt of her trusty Orksticker. It was somewhere under her discarded top, still in its sheath. She drew the knife quietly. The well-crafted ceramic blade reflected no light. She wasn't nearly as stealthy as one of those Catachans, but she was confident she'd be able to see the enemy without them seeing her -- not that her self-assurances kept her heart from forming a lump in her throat. She drew a deep breath, swallowed the lump down as best she could, and began to creep quietly towards the source of the noise. As she drew nearer and nearer to the sound that woke her, the more it sounded like... faint moaning? And something... wet.

Shlick, shlick, shlick. She recognized that sound from her own lonely late nights, moments before she saw the one responsible. It was that alien she had fallen asleep next to, and she was... well, she was certainly enjoying herself. One of the Tau girl's hands was groping at one of her own breasts, while the other rubbed expertly at her dripping, xeno sex. The faint moonlight reflected off of her sweat-covered body, the way it hadn't reflected off of the dark surface of Chem-chan's knife, giving her smooth skin an oily sheen. She seemed oblivious to Chem-chan's presence. The scent, Chem-chan noticed, was strong enough to penetrate her mask, but she found it pleasant. No, maybe 'pleasant' was the wrong word; It was positively intoxicating. Perhaps, as a trained soldier in service to the Emperor, she should have been worrying about how easily the alien's sexual musk might attract creatures with stronger senses of smell, but for whatever reason, she just couldn't bring herself to care. Instead, she continued to watch in silence. Three slender fingers and a thumb, working in perfect harmony, teasing, rubbing, and penetrating. Chem-chan didn't even notice that her own hand was straying ever lower.

Chem-chan's fingers slipped past the frustatingly tight waistband of her shorts. She had been putting on a few pounds recently, since her luck had turned and she had found that cache of rations. As Miffgrod had infuriatingly pointed out, it was getting harder and harder for Chem-chan to slip in and out of her trousers. She gritted her teeth and undid her belt with one hand, hoping that the sound wouldn't interrupt the Tau. She let out a soundless breath as she finished. She dare not slip off her shorts completely, in case the Tau took notice of her. Chem-chan's fingers felt, in her mind, stiff and clumsy, unable to match the Tau's technique, but she allowed her imagination to tempt her with thoughts of the xenos' slender digits caressing her, in place of her own. The Tau girl was picking up her pace, the ground beneath her wet with her own lubrication, her tiny breaths growing shorter and more ragged. Chem-chan watched intently, enraptured by the sight of it. Briefly, she wondered what the Commissar responsible for her old unit might say, were he still alive. As the Tau's body began to quiver with orgasm, the thought of her old enemy was pushed from her mind as quickly as it had entered.

The Tau let out a loud moan, not caring if she announced her presence to a roving band of Orks, or to a patrol of Guardsmen. All Chem-chan could think about was how she had failed to reach her own climax, and let out another weary sigh. She watched as the Tau girl's breathing took on a steadier rhythm, closing her big, lovely, dark eyes, and curling her knees to her chest. Chem-chan suddenly felt rather guilty for spying on her, and she never felt guilty for... well, for anything. Chem-chan decided to turn, and stealthily take her leave before her young companion noticed that she had had an audience, and took offense. Honestly, Chem-chan wasn't sure just how shy the people of her culture might be. She had seemed fit to blush herself purple earlier when...

Chem-chan suddenly found her train of thought interrupted by the feeling of something very soft pressing against her back. She felt the hot breath of her assailant on her neck as a whisper touched her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Did you enjoy the show, gue'la? Perhaps this time you'd like to participate?"


With what she had just witnessed fresh in her mind, not to mention her own pent-up frustrations bottled within, Chem-chan was having something of a dilemma. On one hand, this looked to be a good way to get some stress off her chest. On the other hand… well, she couldn’t actually think of a downside.

A quick nod of acquiescence and the Tau female clambered lithely to the side, giving the chem-dog a berth of space. “Are your garments to be removed, or not?” asked the xenos. The lanky human scowled, pulling both rebreather and shirt over her head with a couple swift movements and heading straight for the trousers next. When the shorts refused to move, Chem-chan stood up irritably, tucking her thumbs inside the waistline and tugging. It wasn’t giving. She wasn’t getting fat, Emperor be damned! With a final, almost violent yank the pants finally gave way - as did her balance.

Schlicktau curiously peered at the ensnared female, Chem-chan’s tiny trousers tangled up with her foot-bindings and ankles.

“Do all gue’la wear undersized gar-“ the blueskin’s inquiry was cut off when the garment in question hit her in the face. She set the offending article aside when suddenly, the human was atop her, pinning her shoulders to the ground with an almost predatory smile creeping up on the normally rebreather-hidden face.

“You smell good.” Before the Tau could react, Chem-chan was already hungrily at work, her hand diving for the exposed xenos mammary and giving the firm flesh an exploratory squeeze. Shlicktau gasped, the flush that Chem-chan had noticed earlier creeping back onto the blue face. A smile of self-satisfaction made its way onto the chem-dog’s features until the xenos counterattack came from behind. “Wha-?” squealed Chem-chan, twisting around in time to see the alien grab her other butt check with those nimble, and surprisingly strong fingers. With a push of leverage, the Tau rolled them over, gaining the top position and straddling the naked human.

“I just finished, gue’la. Shouldn’t it be your turn next?” The Tau pressed a hand to Chem-chan’s more modestly-sized breast, the other diving between the human’s legs and running a digit down the length of her sex. The lanky chem-dog fought the sensation for a moment, biting her lip tightly before her resistance crumbled and she let loose a breathy moan, slinging her free arm around the blueskin neck and pulling Shlicktau into a passionate, sloppy kiss, which the Tau eagerly reciprocated.

Chem-chan dragged a finger slowly from above the alien’s hips, tracing the spine all the way up through the shoulder blades. Her partner shuddered, a shuddering moan escaping as she arched her back pleadingly, the kiss abandoned in the rush of pleasure. Almost instinctively, Shlicktau’s fingers continued to run along the edges of the chem-dog’s slit, pinching the sensitive pink nub between strokes.

And then the Tau was groaning, pleading, head tucked under Chem-chan’s chin as the human adroitly maneuvered her digits into her companion’s sex and began slowly dragging them in and out. She savored each gasp and shudder, knowing she was bringing them ever closer to the precipice – until the Tau began returning the favor. Her composure breaking down for a moment, Chem-chan gave a strangled gasp as Shlicktau’s oh-so-nimble fingers began probing and searching for just the right spot.

It was close, Chem-chan knew. Shlicktau had found the right spot and was pounding it mercilessly with two fingers, the thumb stroking the clitoris that made her head spin with each soft touch. The alien’s other hand firmly gripped her buttocks, pulling the human inexorably closer even as she began suckling on Chem-chan’s neck. In return, both of the scavenger-girl’s hands were firmly situated at her respective partner’s snatch, one hand deftly tracing lines on the inside of the blue thighs as three fingers from the other pistoned back and forth, curling just a bit upwards drag themselves against the walls of the alien sex. With a trembling, wordless cry the Tau girl vocalized her climax. Moments away from her own, not knowing her current lover’s name, Chem-chan’s mind flashed through the old members of her unit, but the Tau’s still pumping fingers cut off her thoughts and her mind lapsed into a wave of pleasure. She was vaguely aware of herself screaming, well, someone’s name but whose exactly she had no idea.

The two forms sagged, then collapsed intertwined to the ground, energy spent. Ears ringing, Chem-chan dragged herself atop the panting, heaving Tau female and planted a friendly peck on the xenos’ forehead. Only then did her hearing return enough to realize that someone was speaking. Someone else. Nearby. The glow of an illuminator indicated that someone was coming around the cave bend.

Caught like a deer in the headlights, the euphoric human could only watch as a shadowy figure turned the corner, babbling apparently to itself. Finally, the ringing subsided, and Chem-chan could make out the low Gothic mumbling.

“Gretch! God damn it Knox, I know that was you! If you’re fantasizing about me while pounding it again–“ the voice cut out abruptly as the flashlight angled sharply down on the unlikely Tau and human pair, squinting in its glare. A hint of amusement crept into the voice even though the darkness obscured any sight of its host. “Oh, my, what have we here?”

Chem-chan’s heart fluttered. Fuck. Kelly.