In The Closet

The table drone shifted uncomfortably in her bunk. Another dream. Another one of THOSE dreams, to be exact. She wasn't sure who it was with this time, the faces were fuzzy. Ruby eyes? Mmmm, maybe. She sat up, weary. Her wet dreams never finished her off, which was frustrating. It only left her alone in the dark and full of pent up urges, with nowhere to throw them.

She picked up her phone from the nook in the side of the bunk and glanced at the screen. 2:15 am. She considered the date too. Her Captain was supposed to have returned from his mission 4 days ago. She knew he was fine, it was just taking longer. It had already been two weeks. Red had rekindled his interest in fucking Purple for the time being, so she wasn't even getting any at work. The dreams were only a symptom of the main problem.

She let out a heavy exhale and got up. She wasn't going to be able to get a good night's sleep anyways. Silently she climbed down from her bunk and pulled on her boots. She wasn't sure where to go exactly. It was late on a weekday morning. Almost everyone she knew was certainly sleeping. She crept out of the barracks and into the dim hall. To save on power, during sleeping hours, only the emergency lights were kept on in most of the ship, just enough to comfortably navigate. Maybe just a walk would be enough to calm down the heat in her.

There was something calming about having the usually bustling halls to herself. Toaster tried to take her mind off her loins and ponder other things, but none of those thoughts were sticking. All that was in her head was the sound of her bootfalls and the throbbing between her legs. She paused in the hall, noticing something interesting enough to snap her out of her horny mental feedback loop.

The Janitor's closet. There was a light on, streaming out from under the door. She smiled. Her pal Schmeen must be burning the midnight oil, probably restocking his supplies or something like that. That was just the thing she needed! Talking with Schmeen was always relaxing. He had that kind of calming vibe, which was exactly what she needed. She slammed her hand on the keypad scanner. She didn't feel bad barging in on him, since he was probably listening to that silly Irkpod of his anyways. Maybe she could sneak up and scare him. She just loved doing that.

The door slid open and she was immediately washed over with a thick, but invisible wall. Her antennae, though busted, weakly twitched at the sides of her head. The pheromones knocked her already needy body into overdrive. She tried to shake it off, and continued on, into the small room. Behind a few boxes was Schmeen's makeshift room, an old mattress on the floor, some furniture rescued from the trash and other items of personal value were on display. The table drone crept deeper. She could hear him breathing, and at first thought it was snoring before she peered over a box and watched him up to something far more interesting than sleeping.

Schmeen was splayed out on his mattress, on his back, face buried in his phone, headphones predictably on. That was the least interesting part of this however. What caught Toaster's attention were the cute lacy panties, thigh-high stockings, and long gloves on her friend. All the while he was using his free hand to just rub on himself through the fabric of his feminine undies. Was he... Schlooing himself??? She would have never guessed him to be the type, but at the same time she wasn't exactly surprised.

She leaned in closer, trying to get a better view of, not just his actions, but whatever it was he was getting off to. Toasty squinted, and Schmeen luckily tilted the phone up just in time for the shorty to get a full view of what he was getting off to. On the screen was a cute, teasing irken, zipping herself slowly out of some kind of skin tight costume. It would have been standard, even vanilla, if it hadn't been for one thing; The irken in question had a MASSIVE schmoo, slicking her belly all the way to her collar bones. Delphirk? Really what kind of taste wa-

The box she was leaning on collapsed under her. Toaster flopped, bouncing and awkwardly landing right next to Schmeen on the bed. He jumped, threw his phone, and tore off his headphones.

"T-t-toasty!?.... How long have you been here....??" He scrambled to cover himself up, and failed.

The little drone was dazed, slightly from the fall, but mostly from his musky smell. God damnit he smelled so fucking good. Hot scent or not, she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to rib Schmeen for his taste in fap fodder.

"Schmeeen~~ I didn't know you were this into traps... Delphirk is one thing, but look at you, dressed up and matching and schlooing yourself like a horny girl~!" The words spilling out of her mouth sent a tingle through her. Seeing him like this was making her feel hazy. She lounged on the mattress on her side, looking smug. She knew he could probably smell her too from a mile away though, betraying her cool demeaner.

"If you want to be played with like a girl, you should have just asked me...~" Toaster had fully lost control of the filter between her mouth and brain. She didn't remember telling herself to say that, or telling herself to climb on top of her crossdressed friend and sit on his on his thighs. She was looking him over like a hungry animal.

He was about to babble something but she shooshed him softly, tracing her fingers along his warm tummy. "You look so cute like this Schmeen...~" She hummed, " Let me help you out... That's what friends are for~"

He was paralyzed by his own embarrassment and arousal at being caught in such a state. Her fingers felt so good on his body. He tried to wiggle from under her in a show of resistance, but they both knew she was in total control.

The first thing she did was grab at her own waistband, letting him watch her pull off her pants and panties together. "If you're going to struggle, I'll have to be creative~" she cooed, crawling up his body. She stood over him when she got to his head, each of her dainty feet on either side of his neck. His lips were so close to her floo, she just wanted to grind into him so hard, but resisted the urge for now. Instead she took her pants and used them to bind his wrists together. She glanced at the crumpled panties in her hand, then shoved them in his mouth.

She figured that would be enough for now and decided to address the most important part of her new little plaything. She resumed her position on his thighs, and rubbed a hand against the font of the soft silky panties he was clad in. Her digits pressed firmly. tracing his slit. "I'm amazed your schmoo isn't out after all this treatment... Unless you've been practicing keeping it in?" She giggled, letting a finger press deeper into the fabric, earning her a whine from around the wet wad of fabric in his mouth.

Teasingly, she inched the panties off his hips, exposing his slit to the humid air of the closet. He was overflowing he was so wet, leaving sticky strings clinging to the satin like material. Fluid that was usually all over his fully extended schmoo had no where to go as he held himself in, making it pool in his slit. "Schmeen, you're sopping wet! You're probably even wetter than me right now!"
[4:02 AM] Table-Head Toaster: Just the very tip of his schmoo was visible, just poked out enough to mimic a female's kliver. she teased around it in circular motions, like she would on herself. He twitched and whined underneath her, gaining a grin from the tiny female, "You like it when I tease your cute little kliv, don't you~?" She let out another giggle as he nodded quickly.

"Let's see how you like this then," Toaster hummed, leaning down and running her long, thin tongue over the wet heat between Schmeen's legs. She took her tiny hands and spread him open before plunging in, pushing that long tongue into his schloo as deep as she could get it. His hips pushed upward and he let out another muffled whine, his body starting to quiver. He tasted good, light and clean. The female closed her eyes, tonguing him in and out, while absentmindedly flicking his tip with a finger. She knew she was driving him wild and it made her feel so hot.

She opened her eyes after a little while, just to see how much the male was squirming and blushing, when something else in the room caught her eye. By the side of the mattress was something she was quite familiar with. She withdrew her tongue from him and grabbed the object in question. "A Delphirk branded dildo?" She looked it over, "Must be a scale model, but it's still big..." She grinned wickedly. "Schmeen, do you... want me to fuck your tight little schloo with this big thing~~? Mm... I wonder if it'll all fit~!"

Without giving him a chance to respond, even muffled around her panties, she started to tease the tip into his slit, moving it in little circles, as if to replicate the movements of a real schmoo. Slowly, she inched it in. She heard him gasp, his pelvis rising off the mattress to meet her. Even Toaster was impressed when she was able to hilt the whole thing in him. "Wow, you took it all for me... Such a good girl~" she teased, starting to pump it gently in and out of him.

Despite still being mostly contained, she could feel his cock writhing like crazy against the toy in his slit. Toasty took to thrusting in and out with one hand, while just jacking off the exposed tip of Schmeen's schmoo. Pre was oozing from him excitedly as his natural lube splattered out of his slit with her pistoning. Sometimes, just to tease, she'd stop one of her hands, just to bring it up to her lips to lick off.

Hot and nearly unable to breathe, Schmeen spat the panties out of his mouth and started to babble under his breath, little things like swears and his dominators name, looped and mindless as she fucked him silly. However, Toaster stopped, pulling the toy out and setting it wetly on his tummy. She came back up to his face. "Now, I can't have you spitting out your gag! Maybe I should give you something else to put in your mouth~" He whined a little, feeling so empty. "If you eat me out and do a good job, maybe I'll keep fucking you."

She was barely able to get the whole sentence out before her plaything's tongue was already lapping at her wet floo. She squatted over his mouth as he tended to her. It felt so fucking good. She wrapped her hands around his antennae and softly yanked them. "Mmmm lick me faster," She commanded. He obeyed immediately. She didn't want to admit how much she loved using him like this. No snarky comments, no calling her 'table', just his mouth being put to proper use pleasing her cute pussy.

He was doing well, REALLY well. Though foggy with pleasure and power, the little female thought hard about how to keep up her end of the bargain. Finally she got a solution. She popped out two of her pak legs. Looking over her shoulder, she maneuvered them to pluck up the toy off Schmeen's belly like an awkward pair of chopsticks. She reeled them in and grabbed the toy. One leg folded back into her pak, while the other looped around her front to meet her. She eyed the toy, then eyed her pet, still hard at work sucking her kliv. She slammed the base of the toy deep onto the sharp tip of her pak leg, using all her strength to make it secure. She wiggled the pak leg around just to make sure it would stay, and it did. Looking back again, she pulled the metal leg back and positioned it. His legs were spread, ready for her, his body begging for her. With a sticky splatter of lube, she slammed into his schloo, pushing in all the way, filling him up to capacity once again.

Each suck and lick he gave she timed to her thrusting in and out of him. She was back to stroking and pulling his antennae, "Schmeen, f-fuck it's so good~!" She whined, grinding into him hard. He grunted and whined into her, legs in the air as the dildo rammed in and out, hard and unrelenting. Toaster shivered. He had got her to the edge. Finally weeks of pent up urges were released hard. Her thighs clamped around his head as she moaned his name loudly. Her pak leg followed suit, giving one hardy thrust as she peaked.

He gave in with that last thrust, nearly crying as he came all over himself in thick shots. The orgasm was intense as hell, each spasm making his tried, sensitive organ rub on the large toy still inside of him.

Tired, she withdrew from him, dripping and messy. She laid on the old mattress next to him, lazily retracting her pak leg, not before pulling off the toy and dropping it between them. She felt so satisfied, weeks of uncomfortable and wet dreams washed away.

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Schmeen glanced up from the Irkpad, face absolutely flushed. He was turned on beyond belief, but he wasn't about to let that on.

"So? What do you think?" Toaster asked excitedly. She had been having a lot of fun with her new hobby, creative writing. Even better, and thanks to online publishing, she had be making some monies as well. The royalties just in the last week were already 10 times that of her pay as a table.

The Janitor collected his thoughts, "Toasty... WHY DID YOU WRITE THIS, AND WHY DID YOU USE MY REAL NAME?!?!"

She just laughed, "Sorry I'm new to this! I didn't know you were supposed to change them when writing down your fantasies!"

Schmeen shifted uncomfortably, crossing his legs and praying the table drone couldn't see his raging boner.