The Great Fallacy Part 1

The Great Fallacy
Tags : Trap, oral, anal, femdom, oviposition

379 SE, mankind had been embroiled in civil war. Over a hundred colonies and nothing to unify them. The entire local spur was inhabited only by humans. Dozens of planets with animal life had been found, nice stable ecosystems to colonize. More that just needed a gentle nudge from atmospheric seeding. But no aliens. Mankind had accepted that they were alone in the galaxy.

That all changed with the fall of the United Terran Confederation. Life went on in the Orion Spur. Memorials were held, and UT was dissolved into independent sectors with armistices and peace treaties. United Terra had bet the entire war on a surprise attack by the Last Hope and her accompanying fleet. What was supposed to be an extreme long range warp behind enemy lines was pulled off course and never seen again. With no fleet, and no attack on the rebel worlds, UT didn’t stand a chance in the war. But the Last Hope and her accompanying fleet weren’t dead. They were just much, much farther than they were supposed to be.

The warp jump locked on to a dimensional anchor, something that was only recently theorized to be possible, and came back to real space more than a few thousand light years outside the Orion Spur, all the way in the Perseus Arm. That was first contact; a million crew war fleet appearing out of a mining company’s warp gate, guns primed for war and not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Thankfully, diplomatic heads prevailed, AIs translated, and everyone lowered their guns. That was two generations ago, and the Last Hope still hasn’t been able to return to Earth. The interspecies community has been stilted at best. With no home planet in reach, the humans have been living as a roaming fleet of warships and innumerable rumors have gone like wildfire through the Milky Way. Most of them arising from the times the fleet had to work as mercenaries in order to resupply.

The new Fleet Commander wanted to change this. Among numerous other initiatives, a casino was opened, The Great Fallacy. Open to anyone with credits or goods to lose. A notable source of income, but more importantly, it would win the hearts and minds of the locals. Tiger worked at The Great Fallacy, not as a dealer or a server, but as a gambler.

The dice shot across the table to a roar of gamblers. Tiger was halfway over the craps table with her arm outstretched and eyes glued to the bouncing dice. Before the dealer could even speak up to say, “It’s an eleven,” the crowd was erupting and thrusting their drinks into the air. Even the old Torthun happily puffed away at his nepeta pipe as the dealer started sliding chips to the winners. No one had bet against her.

“Hot damn, where have you been all this time? I’ve never had this kind of luck,” the Drake next to her said as he leaned on the table. Tall for his species, but still barely breaking 150cm. The Drake are a reptilian race but act like an insect race, breed in droves and die like flies. Mentioning a hive planet makes you think of a Drake home world, and then you’ll remember the actual hive planets of the Bethias.

Tiger smiled and brushed her long, purple hair back. “Luck is only luck. It runs out eventually. You should place your bet,” she responded as the dealer pushed the dice back to her. She glanced over her shoulder at the soldier leaning against the wall. The visor was covering his eyes, but they were glued to her. “Everyone hold up hold up. This next roll could go one way or another, so I think it’s important we all have fresh drinks. If I pass, we drink to celebrate. I crap out, we drink to forget. Who’s with me!”

The table around them cheered as she rolled the dice around in her hand, watching each of the betters in turn. The fleet was outside a Drake planet as per usual, but at a crossroads. Most of the crowd were Drakes, but there was the Torthun, a photosynthetic tortoise like race, and his automated assistant next to the dealer. The hands of the Torthun while strong and precise, are exceedingly wide and cumbersome as the nails evolved for digging through the ash of their volcanic home world. The servitor arms attached to his shell were one of the only pieces of technology allowed in The Great Fallacy, but they were obviously prevent from doing any rolling with them.

Mei, the Mer, was at the table with her. The Mer were an uplifted tribal race with as much presence in the stars as humanity, one of the few amphibious races. Mei had hit it off with one of the soldiers and somehow managed to get clearance to come aboard. Friendly if a bit naïve, though the web of nerves surrounding her precaudal lobe were sensitive enough to detect EM communication. Underwater she could even communicate with neural implants naturally.

Tiger leaned over to Mei. “Hey, would you mind running and getting me a drink?” she asked as the other betters started loading their chips on the line bet. Mei had been halfway to putting her chips on the table, but stopped and tilted her head to the side to think about it. Her lobe started fluctuating through shades of blue, confusion, as she looked back at Tiger with a bit of a frown. Then she shrugged and nodded, stepping away from the table without placing her bet.

“No need, no need,” the Drake as he held out a drink for her, holding it from the top rather than the bottom. Her lip curled up at the side. Drake’s couldn’t see blue, so he didn’t realize that his little addition wasn’t as subtle as he thought.

Tiger smiled and leaned over the table to throw the dice. The gamblers groaned as snake eyes turned up and the dealer started collecting their chips. Though she noticed he had put his money down on crapping out, and had just doubled his money. “Well aren’t you the lucky one tonight,” she said, accepting the martini from him.

“Dice have to go bad at some point, don’t they?” he responded, his eyes bouncing between the drink, her lips, and Tiger’s modest chest. The cut of her dress was of course to keep attention on her whenever she bent over to throw the dice, and it did nicely to keep the drake’s attention as the soldier marched over. She smiled and held the glass up in a faux toast just before the soldier grabbed the lizard by the skull and smashed him into the table.

The gamblers all jumped out of their skins as blood sprayed across the betting field. “Drugs are fine for you, but not to give away,” Tiger said as she passed the drink off to one of the bussers with a nod.

“Fucking egg whore. Who the hell are you?” the Drake demanded as the soldier picked him up by the neck.

“Human, on a human ship. You fucking gecko,” she responded as Mei walked up with two long islands. “Thanks Mei,” Tiger said, her expression immediately jumping from disdain to appreciation.

The soldier dragged the Drake to detention as it shouted and clawed in its native tongue. The Torthun on the far side harrumphed loudly, plucking the pipe out of his maw. “Some races just don’t understand hospitality, do they?” it asked, glaring out the corner of its eyes at the Drakes still at the table.

“Don’t judge a group by an individual. If we had judged the Torthun by their first ‘diplomat’ they sent I dare say we’d be fighting each other rather than enjoying a game,” Tiger said as she stared over at the old turtle. She sipped her long island and watched him squirm. “You’re clearly not an entire race of pirates, so it’s fair to assume that,” her voice trailed off. A fog seemed to be creeping over her mind. “Drake’s aren’t all rapists. I think I need to sit down,” she finished, putting one hand to her forehead. Mei immediately grabbed her by the shoulders, her lobe turning a light pink. Before she knew it, her legs had collapsed and she was being carried off the casino floor. As soon as the doors closed behind them, she closed her eyes and passed out.

Tiger woke up some time later. The sheets fought against the zero gravity, but quickly unraveled with the stirrings of awakening. An IV stretched from arm to wall. The door to the small room cycled open soon after the lights came back online, and a familiar face floated inside. “You look pathetic,” Sakura stated, glaring down at Tiger. A retired captain, she was now one of the directors for the casino. She still mostly wore her uniform, though she had to leave half of it hanging off so her prosthetic arm wouldn’t snag on it. True veterans were slowly becoming a minority in the fleet, but she had the scars to remind everyone.

“How was I supposed to know it would aerosolize?” Tiger grumbled, searching about for clothing but only coming up with the sheet.

“It wouldn’t have killed you to hold your breath, unless you like the idea of lizard dick shoved up your asshole. If you had drank that, you’d have overdosed and died you know,” Sakura responded as she reached over and grabbed hold of the sheets, ripping them off Tiger, momentarily revealing his manhood.

“Hey!” Tiger immediately shouted. “What the hell is that for?”

Sakura rolled her eyes. “As always, you lose the close and lose all your charm. How ugly of you. Fatigues are in the drawer. Get dressed. And meet me in my room,” she ordered as she turned around and pushed out of the side room. The artificial gravity field kicked in almost immediately and she landed on the floor just before the door cycled closed. His room wasn’t so equipped.

Tiger grumbled and grabbed on to the wall to pull himself along to the drawers. He had a thin curvy frame, indeed he had no masculine features at all. When he was a child, a disease had jumped species to humanity and killed hundreds. The hasty treatment hadn’t been without side effects. The Elfin doctors didn’t fully understand human biology, and their cure ended up immunizing him to his own testosterone. Born male, aged female.

Sakura had left two sets of clothing in the drawers. Casual wear, and a blue dress he’d never seen before. He gingerly stretched out the synthetic fabric, examining the intricate wrapping pattern meant to hug his curves and maintain his decency. Short below the waist, open in the back, and knife hidden on the hip. There was a pair of matching heels, and a hair pin, but no underwear. Tiger frowned and replaced the dress. Instead, he quickly squeezed into the short shorts and tank top, and kicked off the wall to float over to the door.

Leaving the guest room, he was immediately in Sakura’s common room. Wall to wall video screens made the room seem much larger than it was, turning twenty five square meters into a yawning castle. Towering bookshelves lined every available wall, cramming up against stained glass windows. And the books of course were all available via tablet. Sakura was kicked back in her reading chair, flipping through one of them as she sipped a beer. “I don’t suppose this invite was out of the good will of your heart, Sakura?” Tiger asked as he slowly walked over to her.

“It’s a job offer,” she responded without looking up from her tablet. “Or are you too busy playing with petty cash?”

Tiger’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t exactly win last time you gave me a job. I thought I was banned from working clients.”

Sakura sighed and put her tablet aside, giving him a good look at what she was wearing. She’d taken off her uniform coat, leaving only the clingy t-shirt beneath, which stuck to her breasts tight enough he could see the outline of her large nipples. And rather than standard issue pants, she was in a loose skirt that didn’t even reach down to her knees, instead came to about halfway down her thighs where it met with dark stockings. “When a child makes an error, you punish them. But that’s so they can learn. Your time-out is over Tiger. Are you ready to get back in the pilot’s seat?”

Tiger glanced at the ground and bit his lip. “Yes, Mistress.”

Sakura smiled and uncrossed her legs. “It’s good to have my favorite toy back. I was getting tired of vibrators. I almost bought a Krull nesting worm waiting for you to come back to your senses,” she said as she slid her panties down her legs and gingerly slipped out of them, dropping the black lace on the ground next to her.

“Right this instant?” Tiger asked uncertainly. Watching as Sakura spread out her legs, revealing her bare pussy beneath her skirt.

“I could go put the worm in you I suppose. But yes right this instant, because we have about two hours until the game,” she responded as she beckoned Tiger over.

He nodded and took a step forward. The second came faster, and before he knew it he was on his knees between her legs. He licked his lips leaned forward till his nose was almost touching her slit. He jumped when Sakura put her right hand on top of his head, gently rubbing his hair and pushing him into her groin. Her smell was strong and familiar, and her slit already rather wet from waiting.

Starting at the bottom, he stuck his tongue out and dragged it up, giving her entire entrance one big lick before pressing his lips against hers. Sakura sighed and sank back into her chair, he could actually feel the tension in her legs release as he played his tongue back and forth. “Tonight’s game is important to the fleet. One of the Drake CEO’s is coming aboard for a corporate vacation. The diplomats have already done the hard business of resupplying and buying passage through the Warp Gates. Our job is to get the cream on top,” Sakura explained as Tiger dragged his tongue across her over and over again.

The old captain kicked off her shoes and rested her legs on Tiger’s shoulders, pushing him further against her. She reached over to grab her beer as Tiger started kissing and teasing her clit as it slowly started poking out. “He’s a man of exotic tastes though. He was promised a chance to get to know human women,” she continued. Tiger’s tongue stopped, and he looked up at his mistress. “Oh don’t worry, it won’t be us unless we start losing,” she assured him and he slid his tongue back inside her.

Tiger wasn’t allowed to touch her with anything other than his tongue while he was servicing her. And he had gotten very adept at using it during all the years she had practically raised him following the death of his parents to the disease. “Haven’t lost your touch,” she cooed as he squirmed his tongue inside her, darting it this way and that as her breathing slowly starting speeding up. Her fluids were gushing down his chin as he lapped up what he could. Kissing and suckling on her clit, he could feel her walls tightening down on his tongue.

As he pleasured his mistress, he tried to keep his mind focus. Tried to maintain control over his body. But it had been too long since he’d been with anyone. Slowly his member plumped up in his shorts, sneaking down his leg as he tried harder and harder to please Sakura so he could finish before she noticed.

Her head was rolled back against the chair as she smiled blissfully. Her hand was rolling across Tiger’s head, gently rubbing his hair, enjoying the texture with her hand still made of flesh and blood, as her walls squeezed down on his tongue. Her face was flushed and her breathing was getting faster as he kissed her clit, rolling his tongue against it. Her heels were rolling against his back like massage balls.

He nearly choked when she came, suddenly squirting her juices into his mouth as her legs squeezed down on him. He kept working his tongue inside her as best he could. Her moan filled the room as her body shook slightly. “Enough, enough,” she ordered breathlessly. Tiger nodded and pulled his head back, raising one arm to wipe his chin off and using the other to obscure his waist. “Well I’d say you’ve earned your information. The target is a Drake named Skeeth. He’s fascinated with human culture; taken it on as a hobby. Owns a dozen dark matter mines and the fleet to run them. The goal is to get his personal cruiser and sell it back to him.”

“And the game?”

Sakura’s eyebrow lifted up as she looked down at her pet. “What’s that shameful thing I see?”

Tiger ducked his head to hide his blush. “Nothing Mistress,” he said quickly, planting his other hand between his leg.

“Stand up,” she ordered, taking her legs off of him. When he didn’t immediately respond, she barked it at him again, this time getting him to jump to his feet and reveal his erect penis. She scowled, but couldn’t hide her amusement. “You know that’s despicable of a woman, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress,” he mumbled back as she reached over and grabbed it roughly with her prosthetic. He gasped, but didn’t pull away as she pulled up his shorts to let the tiny thing hang out.

“We can’t have this happening during our game, now can we?” she asked, flicking her finger against the tip and getting pre smeared over her finger.

“No Mistress,” he mumbled back. Even as he said it though, his body betrayed him and grew even more erect.

“I’ll be a good Mistress and give you a treat then. This is a very special night,” she ordered, grabbing her beer for another swig. Tiger nodded quickly and turned around, planting his hands on the coffee table in front of her. She smiled and tucked a finger under the band of his shorts, and gently pulled them down over his hips, her finger sliding between his cheeks. She left the shorts around his knees, leaving them pinned together such that his cock was hidden from her. “What are you waiting for? Loosen up,” she commanded.

Tiger grinned, and brushed his hair around his shoulder before starting to lick his hand. Eventually he slid two fingers inside his mouth, coating them in saliva before reaching back to his rear. His fingers easily slid inside his asshole, quickly working another finger in and tugging on his entrance, as he lubed up his other hand. He bent over till his face and breasts were resting against the coffee table for balance, ass still high in the air.

Sakura watched quietly with a bemused smile as he fit his other fingers inside his ass, tugging himself open wider and wider. His insides pulsed and squirmed as they were revealed to the cool air. He winced and stretched himself out as much as he could, till his entrance was wider than anything a normal human could hope to fill. Sakura reached out and put her finger against his entrance, gently tracing it along the perimeter. Tiger’s body shuddered at the touch, and his cock sprang up and down, dribbling pre onto the ground.

“Someone’s been having too much fun lately, haven’t they?” she asked as she made her hand into a soft fist and pressed it against Tiger’s rear. “Accommodate anyone, lose yourself to no one?” Tiger grunted and nodded as he started sliding his fingers out to let her inside. He let out a soft moan as her fist slid inside him, and he pulled his fingers away. Her hand pushed inside him with relative ease.

She slid so far inside that the muscles on her forearm started stretching Tiger’s rear out even more. Tiger moaned as his cock became painfully hard. Sakura just laughed a bit, and pulled her hand back, opening up her fingers inside him, searching around. It only took her a moment to find his special spot and start massaging it as she twisted her arm back and forth in his rear. Pre started pouring out of his member as she played with his prostate. As soon as he was at the very limit, she stopped though, and started pushing her hand in and out of him.

Her arm thrusted back and forth inside him. Every push went a little deeper as she fucked him. And she knew it was working too. His body began to squeeze down on her arm in time with her movements. He came, giving a high pitched shout as she plunged her arm inside him up to the elbow, nestling inside him till he was squirting cum across the floor and his knees were shaking.

Sakura smiled and gently pulled her hand out, letting him drop to the ground in the aftershocks of his orgasm. She took a moment to look at her soiled arm, before turning back to him. “I’ll have to remember you can take my whole arm now. Get yourself cleaned up and in the dress though. We’ll be meeting with Skeeth soon, to play Blind Man’s Bluff.”

Tiger nodded and slowly pushed himself onto his hands and knees, tenderly reaching around to feel his gaping asshole. Sakura quickly stood up and walked over to the bathroom to clean her hand, leaving her toy on the floor. He eventually got back to his feet, and pulled his shorts back up around his ass. He stared at his flaccid cock for a moment, before tucking it back in. Sakura was humming an old lullaby as she scrubbed her arm down. The old national anthem of United Terra. She would hum it whenever she was feeling good about a plan.

An hour later, the two of them were walking across the casino floor.  Tiger was in the blue dress and Sakura was in one of her uniforms, prosthetic kept in a concealing sling. Two guards trailed behind them while on the casino floor, but they had to drop off when the two of them opened the airlock to Skeeth’s ship. Tiger trailed behind in the zero gravity, awkwardly tucking his legs together because of the shortness of the dress.

Two elfin greeted them at the entrance. The elfin were remarkably similar to humans in appearance, due to similar home world conditions. Graceful and amicable, they’ve been able to spread across the stars and integrate into any society happily. The two that greeted them seemed to be twins; one male and one female, but wearing identical dresses. “Greetings, it is good to see you Captain Rayley,” the said in unison as they bowed.

“It’s good to be welcomed aboard Skeeth’s personal ship,” Sakura responded as she slowly descended to the floor with the help of the artificial gravity. She glanced over her shoulder at Tiger, and strode forward.

“The two of you are the first humans to step foot on this ship. It is the finest in the sector. Fully stocked with every amenity you could desire for however long you wish to stay with us. We will be docked with The Great Fallacy until your fleet takes passage through our Warp Gate. The Master is very excited to start the games however,” the elfin explained together, taking turns with each sentence as they guided the two of them inside.

“Games? Plural?” Tiger asked hesitantly as he followed behind.

The elfin turned around and smiled pleasantly. “Yes, we’re sorry but the Master has changed his mind somewhat. A number of his business colleages will be stopping in over this planet and he has invited them all to this retreat. The two of you are guests of honor and are of course invited to all the festivities as well.”

Sakura stopped in her tracks. Then she pulled a nicotine vaporizer out of her pocket. “Sounds interesting,” she commented before stuffing the pipe in her mouth and continuing on. The elfin lead the two of them further into the ship, till they entered a large room filled with pillows and couches and small side tables. Three different automated bars were around the perimeter, and music was playing. Rather than the electronic music mass produced by the Drakes, they were listening to classic rock from old Earth.

Skeeth was lounging in one of the chairs next to the same Torthun that had been at the craps table earlier. He was a beast of a drake. Easily eight feet tall due to hormone therapy he took as a clutchling. His scales were a vibrant gold, and he wore only a loose black robe. He lit up when he saw the two of them enter. “Wonderful, wonderful. We’ve been awaiting this. My friend may have gotten a bit too far into the nip but everything is fine, everything is good. How do you like my ship? Would you like a drink before we start?”

The Torthun spoke up first, his voice the deep rumble of the half-asleep. “I don’t think either of them will be accepting drinks after today. Your nephew didn’t know who she was and tried to drug her.”

Sakura rolled her eyes and Tiger glanced away. Skeeth’s gaze switched from their bodies back to the Torthun. “Nail did what?” he roared.

“Do not be so upset Skeeth. It’s already been taken care of. Though at some point you’ll have to get him released from internment. Security is very strict in the casino you know,” Sakura explained and the Drake sighed irritably. “Will it just be the four of us then?”

Skeeth smiled. A forced attempt at human behavior that only made his fangs seem menacing. “Unless you brought more lovely ladies with you.”

“You said I needed a partner for the games, so I brought my daughter. I trust she is acceptable?” Sakura said as she stepped aside so Skeeth could look Tiger up and down. Tiger forced himself to smile and not hide his body from him, but his ears were burning from Sakura’s introduction.

“Most acceptable indeed,” he responded, running his thick tongue over his lips. “Shall we get started?” he asked, pointing towards a small table surrounded by four chairs. “The game will be similar to one of your human games. We call it… how to translate this to terran, Clutch Lie? But as I understand, it’s similar to your game Blind Man’s Bluff,” he explained as he took his seat and the Torthun waddled over to the opposing chair. Sakura and Tiger took the cue and sat opposite each other.

“We each get one card, and stick it to our snouts without looking,” Skeeth explained as he pulled out a deck of fresh cards and cracked it open, putting one against his nose to demonstrate. “The person across from us will be teams. These are the two cards for our hand. Three will be dealt out on the table during betting. Goal being to make pairs and straights of three or more.”

“I see Drake decks don’t have suits, how many of each card is there?” Sakura asked as she flipped the deck over and spread it out on the table. Much less than fifty two cards were present. With the cards ordered, it was immediately obvious that it was ace through eight twice, just a sixteen card deck. Tiger glanced over at Skeeth’s hands, remember that Drake use base eight.

“Rules are simple enough, yes? Obviously you can’t tell your partner what their card is. Dealing will rotate. You shuffle, then pass to the person on your left to deal. After that round, they shuffle and pass it and so on. How much did you two bring to get for our fun and games?” Skeeth asked as he scooped up the deck and started shuffling.

“One hundred thousand each. Should be a pittance for you,” Sakura answered as she accepted the deck and quickly dealt out the cards. “Opening bid, ten k,” she declared as she picked up her card. Shock held the table still for a moment, but one by one they all picked up their cards as well. Tiger glanced around as calls went around the table. Sakura had a two, they had a four and an eight. First card flipped was a four and the Torthun immediately doubled the bet.

Tiger glanced at Sakura, it was too early to fold, so they both called. Next card flipped was an ace, which went flat around the table. Final card was a six. Skeeth’s eyes went wide, but the Torthun didn’t react at all. One by one, the all folded, till Sakura collected the pot. Tiger lifted an eyebrow and flipped his card down onto the table. The five landed right between the four and six. “Well that’s a good way to start,” Sakura said with a smile as she collected the cards and started shuffling.

“Not five minutes in and I’m down forty thousand credits. That’s what I love about gambling,” Skeeth said with a loud laugh as he looked between the two of them. “You get to see how your opponent thinks so easily,” he said as the Torthun dealt.

Play proceeded for several more turns, money turning back and forth but slowly accumulating in Sakura’s pocket. Skeeth had put back three globes of wine and was starting to get sloppy in his tells, though it didn’t seem to bother him too much. Soon enough, the two of them had doubled their money, and Skeeth was shuffling. “Hold up,” Skeeth declared. “Money is cheap. I make more than this every week. You two seem intent on simply raising the price as you get more of my credits, but I want something more interesting,” he said, his alcohol ridden breath flowing across the table to the two of them.

“What do you suggest we bet then? If not money? Goods? Services? Public embarrassment?” Tiger asked, ending with a small laugh.

Skeeth’s head swung around to her and he licked his lips again. “Clothes.”

Tiger flinched back but Sakura just nodded. “Fine by me. Assuming money goes on top for the sake of betting,” she said as Skeeth passed her the deck.

“Of course, of course. Merely that the ante is everything you’re wearing,” he replied. The cards went down, then on their heads. The Torthun had a seven, Skeeth an eight, Sakura a five. Tiger swallowed, but kept his face passive, watching his opponents closely. “The ante is already in, so just flip the first card,” Skeeth ordered, and Sakura reached over to reveal the first of the river, a five.

Skeeth was unphased, the Torthun too high to react. Tiger put down ten grand to signal Sakura, who upped it to fifty grand on the next flip, a four. But still, Skeeth and the Torthun didn’t react, merely called. With a hundred grand on the line and their clothes, Sakura hesitantly reached forward to flip the last card. Skeeth smiled before it was even over. Laughed as it hit the table. A six, giving them a four through eight straight. “There’s my luck!” Skeeth roared as the two of them stared at the table. Tiger dropped his card down to look at why Sakura had bet so much, a three. “Now strip please.”

“We only lost one hand, so only one of us will strip. Who will it be,” his Mistress responded calmly.

The Drake stared at Tiger, his eyes rolling up and down her body. “How about the Captain starts?” he said, turning to her.

Sakura’s mouth hung open for a second. “Alright then,” she said, a slight tension in her voice the other two probably missed. She stood up from the table, grimacing as all eyes went on her.  The Torthun didn’t care too much, but Skeeth was enraptured. First came her over coat, then the sling for her prosthetic arm. The Drake cooed when he saw the machinery, but kept watching. Her under shirt slid off with ease, but her breasts were still covered by her support bra which was soon removed to release her large breasts. But it did reveal the ugly scar around the base of her arm, which she normally covered more than the rest of her body.

Tiger stared at them, the soft mounds hanging from her chest that he’d never been allowed to touch. But Skeeth was unmoved, his eyes were on her hips; the sexual characteristic shared between the two races. Eyebrows shot up when her skirt slid down, because she was wearing nothing underneath still. “Smaller than I thought. Human males must be less impressive than the stories tell,” Skeeth said as he reached over to her slit.

Sakura quickly stepped away. “You’ll have to keep winning if you want any of that, now won’t you?” she responded, throwing her long blonde hair back over her shoulder as she stared down at the alien.

Skeeth slowly pulled his hand back, gritting his teeth before trying to smile again. “Well then, let’s play the next hand. Same ante please,” he responded, looking over at the Torthun. Sakura nodded and sat down again and started shuffling the deck, except with both hands this time. The cards flew so fast that they blurred together as she riffled and cut and riffled before passing the deck to the Torthun. With only sixteen cards in the deck, stacking two of them was trivial for her, thanks to the prosthetic.

Tiger nodded and put his card to his head after the Torthun dealt. Immediately placing a ten grand bet when she saw the seven on Sakura’s forehead. Regret hit his stomach like a punch when he saw Sakura’s face. He glanced at Skeeth’s card, an eight, and the torthun’s card, also an eight. Skeeth chuckled and called. Sakura’s head sank down and the card crumpled in her hand as she folded. The Torthun called and flipped the next card, but it didn’t matter. Tiger folded and handed over the ten grand. “Your clothes too,” Skeeth reminded him as the Torthun’s servitor arms scooped up the cards and started shuffling again.

Tiger swallowed and stood up. He looked to Sakura, but she was staring at the table in thought. She must have meant for the two eights to go to them, so the Torthun must have second dealt the cards without them noticing because of the robotic arms. His mind raced as he watched the deck be shuffled. They were using the same trick Sakura had used to obscure the stacking, making it impossible to call out. Tiger bit his lip and reached behind himself to undo the straps holding his dress in place. Just one clasp and the entire thing unraveled from his body. First freeing his breasts, then falling down from his hips and revealing his secret.

Skeeth didn’t seem to realize. “So human females have dicks as well? Perhaps we are not so different.”

“Sometimes,” Tiger mumbled back as he quickly sat down and crossed his legs.

Sakura threw her head back and laughed. “This is going to be a good game after all. Tiger, deal the cards,” she ordered.

“Hold on, both of you are already naked. You need something else to ante,” Skeeth said as he looked between the two of them. “And there’s something I want.” Tiger and Sakura glanced at each other, waiting for him to finish. “You lose, and I get to find out what a human feels like on the inside. You win and, I don’t know, how about you take one of the twins? Their deviant little things, but I’ve grown bored of them and can replace them easily.”

“Deal,” Tiger said before Sakura could speak up. He immediately second dealt the hands out, giving them the hand meant for Skeeth. The Torthun humffed as he looked at the cards. Skeeth had a 8, Sakura a 5, the Torthun a 2. Minor betting went around the table before a six was flipped. The Torthun upped the bet to fifty grand, which went around the table until Sakura folded. Then a seven was flipped. Tiger raised the bid to one hundred thousand.

Skeeth called.

Tiger’s gut sank.

He had the winning hand, run of three beating a pair. But doubt was gnawing at him. The other hands had been landslides, not this close. There was only one card in the deck that could make him lose right now. A one in ten chance of flipping the second two to give them two pair.

The Torthun should have folded as soon as he saw the cards if it wasn’t the hand he wanted. He called instead.

Tiger just sat there staring at the final card. “You have to flip it you know,” Skeeth said, snickering as he stared at her. Eventually the Torthun reached over with his claws and flipped over the two. They’d stacked expecting the double deal. “We’re lucky you were winning before this, now we can keep playing, after I take my winnings,” Skeeth said as he stood up.

“Tiger, you stupid stupid girl,” Sakura said as Skeeth pulled off his robes, revealing his muscular body beneath. Between his thick thighs was just a slit though. He stuck two claws inside it, spreading his cloaca open till his cock sprang out. Skeeth’s tail swished through the air happily as he walked behind Tiger.

“You should know this is a great honor is Drake society,” Skeeth said as he put his hands on Tiger’s shoulders. “To bear the young of an elite.”

Sakura sighed. “You dug your own grave, now lie in it,” his mistress ordered. Tiger bit his lip and put his hands on the table.

“What lovely hair,” Skeeth said as he picked up his ponytail and let it trail through his fingers, as his other hand grabbed hold of her ass, his nails biting through the skin easily. “This must be an object of much adoration for you humans.”

“Th-thank you,” Tiger mumbled as Skeeth’s cock pressed up against his cheeks.

“So I lay my eggs in here then?” he asked, letting the hair slip out of his hand to grab onto Tiger’s hips. Sakura nodded and he jammed forward. Tiger gasped as the barbed member slid inside him. “Warm and tight, how lovely,” Skeeth said as he rocked his hips, worming his massive cock deeper inside Tiger. “You’ll make a lovely incubator for my children.”

“I agreed to be fucked, not be your sow!” Tiger shouted as Skeeth pumped in and out of his ass. The barbs were scraping along his insides, especially the bulged out underside that kept grinding against his prostate.

“There is no difference to a Drake. Don’t worry too much young one, parenting is a foreign concept to the Drake. It’s why we use nephew in your language to refer to their children,” the Torthun explained as he leaned over, putting his head next to his. His glasses eyes stared into his, watching calmly as Tiger was jerked against the table time and again. “Same reason you use male pronouns despite them being all of one gender.” Tiger moaned as Skeeth’s cock rammed deeper inside him. Not as deep as Sakura had been, but much more stimulating. “You needn’t keep the eggs, but you’ll have to take them,” he finished with a chuckle.

Tiger looked to Sakura for help, but she just sat back and watched as she smoked. Then Skeeth’s member changed. The barbs all seemed to flex and lock in place, filling his insides like a horse was inside him. The base of Skeeth’s underside swelled up, and then pushed inside her. An egg the size of a fist was trying to force itself inside. He gasped and shouted in pain as it was forced inside him, quickly shooting down Skeeth’s length and stopping deep inside Tiger.

The second pushed in easier, and the pressure of it sliding inside made Tiger’s member twinge in excitement. The third was significantly smaller than the others, but packed up next to the other two, making him feel bloated and full, his body hot and oversensitive. Skeeth sighed and stared pulling himself out, the barbs that had been holding him in place barely retracting. Tiger shouted and moaned as Skeeth pulled out, cumming as soon as his tip popped out.

“Wonderful, I don’t think I’d be able to get enough if I had a few of you as concubines,” Skeeth said as he wiped himself off with a towel provided by the elfin, and walked back to his seat. Tiger collapsed, putting his hands on his belly and feeling the mounds buried inside him now. “Shall we continue?”

Sakura spoke up. “I’d like to take a short recess actually. We did just go from winning to losing in one game after all. No need to let this end in under an hour, right?”

“Seems fair to me,” the Torthun said, still watching Tiger squirm on the ground, cum still dribbling out of him.

Skeeth scratched his chin. “Alright, two hour reprieve for food. The elfin will show you two around.” Sakura nodded to thank him and stood up, collecting their clothes and dragging Tiger back to his feet.