[center][b]Fruit Fucking on an Alien Planet[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] Whatever Charles had been expecting, this wasn’t it. “You want me to fuck a fruit.” Chris grinned at him, narrow ferret’s face opening a wedge of cheerful teeth. “Nah, I’m informing you [i]you[/i] want you to fuck a fruit.” Charles raised an eyebrow at his coworker. “I kinda figured you maybe, I don’t know, had some kind of arrangement with one of the girls. Or you were gonna offer to suck my dick or something despite me being very clear that I’m straight.” “I still could if-“ “Not interested.” Chris gave a theatrical sigh, shaking his head disappointedly at the heterosexuality of the sweet piece of genet tail he’d lead out into the alien jungle. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. But seriously though, don’t tell me you really thought either of the gals would be down for anything like that. Even with a fine specimen like you. God knows Alice can’t shut up about her fiancé. And Georgina, well…” Both males mentally reviewed the second of the only two females stationed at the xenological research base with them. The taciturn water buffalo glared out at them from their respective memories, expression daring them to so much as flirt with her and promising painful death to anyone who made the attempt. Simultaneously they shuddered, and snapped back to the present. “Face it, there’s only two terran females on this whole planet right now and you aren’t getting either of ‘em, straight boy.” Charles reluctantly had to agree. Lack of ‘company’ wasn’t a drawback he’d considered when he signed up for the planetary survey job. He hadn’t even brought a stash of porn files to take the edge off. Now, several weeks in, he was going through severe pussy withdrawal and hating every moment. “I don’t know if I’m that desperate though.” Charles lied. He looked over the tree Chris had led him out to, more of a tall shrub than anything really. Leafy toward the top, green- shifted more toward blue than was usual for terran foliage, but common enough on this unnamed world- and apparently most important, sprouting a ring of gourdlike purple-mauve fruits around its circumference. “It’s a fruit.” “A zoochorous aggregate multiple fruiting body,” Chris corrected him, as if to remind the genet that he had a botany degree to round out his honorary doctorate in bisexual sluttiness. “To be specific.” “So a fruit.” Charles repeated. The ferret rolled his eyes in long-suffering fashion at the poor ignorant geologist. “Yeah, a fruit. Come on, take one.” With a sigh, Charles gave in to the expectant look and his own horny and reached out to pluck one of the ‘aggregate multiple whatevers’ from where they hung shoulder-high. It came free after only a momentary tug. The outer skin of the thing felt firm and tough, almost leathery. Streaked from top to bottom in shades of reddish-violet it was actually rather pretty. As if an impressionist painter had done slices of their best sunset over and over around the circumference of an eggplant/butternut squash hybrid in oversaturated pastel. “I just… stick my dick in it?” “Yeah. Pop off the blossom at the end and there’s the hole.” Turning it on end to look there was something of a gnarled, woody cap at the opposite end from the stem. Snapping it off revealed a hole indeed, a pinkish diamond-shaped cleft perhaps an inch from from one end to the other. “I guess it does look a little like a pocket pussy.” Charles allowed. He poked at the edge of the hole with a finger, finding it more giving than the rest of the exterior and also springy. Under that slight pressure the fruit yielded a smear of moisture onto his digit. He rubbed the sap between his fingers, unable to help but note the slipperiness of it. “Is that how you found out about it, then?” “Nah. It was Bert the zoologist. See, the local tree-jumpers- you’ve seen them right?” Chris paused barely long enough for the other researcher to nod. They’d all seen the simian-like tree dwellers that lived in the section of jungle surrounding their research base. “Well the males like to use these all the time when the females aren’t in season. Bert saw them at it and spilled the beans to a few of the other guys. Never admitted to trying out nature’s strokers himself, but if he hasn’t he’s probably the only one by now. Besides you, of course, and you’ve only been here… what, less than a month?” “Uh huh.” Charles admitted to himself that he was willing to give it a try; The vegetable opening certainly looked inviting enough. “All right. I guess I’ll give it a shot.” He waited a long moment for Chris to take a hint and give him some time alone. Chris didn’t budge. “I could use a little privacy…” The ferret shook his head amiably, grinning once again. “I wanna watch. Call it my price for hooking you up.” “Oh god… you are such a pervert.” “In fact.” Chris ambled forward and plucked his own fuckfruit off the tree, selecting the second biggest and most ripe of those remaining. “I think I’ll join you. How about that, just some bros getting off in the same general vicinity. That’s plenty straight, right?” “Ffffine.” Charles conceded with a heavy eye roll. “Don’t get any ideas about me though. I’m not interested in you. No homo times a thousand.” “‘No Homo’ logged and noted.” “And no commenting on my junk.” “Only good things, I promise.” That was probably as good as he was going to get. Resolving to grit his teeth and ignore the other male as much as possible the genet tucked his vegetal conquest under one arm and unfastened his pants. Dropping his drawers down around his ankles took no more time. Now bottomless and putting any question of Chris’ opinion on his junk out of his mind, he took hold of his penis and stroked himself erect. Doing so only took a few moments given his recent lack of quality relief. Without delay he hefted the fruit with his other hand and brought it down to his crotch to nest his tip right into the vegetal cleft. The opening proved a little narrower than he expected. He found himself pushing uncomfortably hard for a moment before the hole started to give, crushing open. Squeezed out by the intrusion a gush of slick juice spilled out over his shaft and balls a second before he was past the tightest point, unexpectedly slamming balls deep into the alien stroker. “Yeah, you might want to finger ‘em open if they’re tight.” Chris’ voice drew his eye to the ferret, giving him an eyeful of the other male leisurely sliding his way into his own fruit before he averted his gaze. “Now you tell me.” “Hey, you got in, didn’t you?” Chris pointed out, mellow his masturbatory pleasure. “How’s it feel?” “… really good, actually.” Past the entrance where it had molded to the contours of his dick, the inside of the fruit was bumpy and soft, rowed with gelatinous blobs pressing into his skin from all around. Experimentally he pulled the fruit back a fraction. He couldn’t stop himself from groaning a little at the slick bumps running over his skin, just enough friction to tickle him right. The thing sucked on him, too. With only one entrance- the hole molded skin-tight to him- pulling back created a vaccuum, tugging at the give of his cockflesh and turning the rubbing nubs into a ripple over his sensitive nerves. “No kidding.” Chris agreed. “There aren’t a lot of toys on the market as good as these things. Believe me I’ve looked.” “Just keep quiet okay? I’m trying to concentrate.” Charles’ voice hitched at the end, covered by a wet sucking sound as he pulled past the critical point where the seal against his skin broke and his glans was yanked pack against the textured fruit inside like a ripchord. He moaned at the shockwaves of pleasure after his dry spell and eased back in, his all-natural toy resisting his entrance deliciously with the incongruous [i]put-put-put[/i] sputtering of the air his penis forced out of the way. The noise barely detracted from the experience. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can last very long.” “It’s not like you need to wait ‘her’ out or anything.” “Just like to take my time is all.” Yes, he definitely wanted to drag this experience out. As skeptical as he had been about the fuckfruit at first, the sensation penetrating one was turning out to be worth savoring. He tried a few different strokes of varying length, shuddering when this movement or that turned out to be too much stimulation. He settled into short, slow strokes as the best way to make it last. “God I wish that was me.” Charles answered the heartfelt statement distractedly. “You’ve got your own.” “I mean I wish I was the fruit. You’re sexy as hell and going just the right speed to work my P-spot sooooo good.” Clearly Chris wouldn’t be shutting up, so he might as well give as good as he got. “Not my type. I doubt you plan on growing a pair of breasts and losing the dick just for me.” “You might be worth it” Chris returned with good humor. “But I’ll have to pass, sorry. Offer’s open if you ever change your mind about the whole ‘straight’ thing. You’re missing out.” “Not happening.” Charles grunted, hips twitching hard. “Shit, I’m gonna-“ “Don’t wait up on my account.” The genet didn’t really hear him and it wouldn’t have mattered in any case. He was already shooting off into the depths of the fruit, balls twitching as he emptied several days worth of cum into it. All the built up tension in him unwound luxuriously in an intense orgasm. The dazed geologist sighed with relief. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. These are ama-ZEEE-EEE-EH!?” His squeaky cry of dismay was prompted by the sudden percussive popping feeling all around his cock, like a tiny machine gun was sharing the space with this maleness and had chosen that instant to have an epileptic seizure. While not precisely a painful sensation, Charles could be forgiven for not immediately realizing that between the unexpectedness of it and the post-nut sensitivity of his organ. Obviously his first reflex had him yanking the thing off his shaft with violent force. Thrown with some vigor, it bounced with a [i]thunk[/i] off the trunk of the parent tree. Only after did he start to register the mad cackling emanating from the ferret still standing a few feet away. “What the FUCK? Hell.” Charles started, glanced down at his dick which was reddened and speckled with black nodules, and redoubled his query. “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL-“ “Oh god I forgot to tell you.” Chris choked out between the gasps of laughter wracking his body. “Don’t- don’t panic, it’s fine. You’re fine. Just.” “What the fu-“ Charles started again, stopped because of course he’d already asked that question, and glared at the damn botanist who was still laughing at him. Chris saw the daggers in his look and only lost control of his giggling again. “Hang on a second, just give me a moment.” He eventually choked out. Wheezing his way toward recovery from his merriment the ferret took started stroking with his fruit again, more humping it in contrast to Charles’ technique. By the time Charles had recovered from his ire enough to remember he was watching another guy jack it, his friend was moaning unabashedly as he rode out his own orgasm. “See, the salt content from the semen, any moment it’ll- there it goes.” Charles looked away but could still see the ferret twitching out of his peripheral vision. He heard, faintly, the same… whatever it was, that happened to his dick a moment ago happening to Chris. “See?” Chris said. “It’s fine. It just- okay, fine, be that way. Look at your own then. It’s just seeds.” Charles did, with reluctance. He half expected to see his shaft bleeding or gone or something despite the glimpse of a moment ago, but it was still there and looked none the worse for wear. His maleness (soft now from the burst of terror and confusion and probably the eyefull of the other male) was still there, intact, even feeling fine if just a bit sore from the suddenness with which he had yanked it free. It was, however, peppered with little translucent globs, each with a little black oblong suspended in its center. “Seeds.” Chris explained matter of factly. “They don’t hurt anything. I ran the toxicology analysis myself. They can actually feel pretty interesting when you’re ready for a second round. Extra texture when you’re wanking it, or if you’re with someone else…” “Seeds…” Charles sighed his relief, tension draining out of him as the realization that he wasn’t going to die or lose his dick percolated through him. He reached down, pinched at one of the little seed-globs, and pulled. It obstinately refused, first, to be gripped, and then once he’d managed to get it wedged between his fingertips beyond its capacity for slipperiness, to let go of his flesh. It held tight to his cock until he had to give up for the pulling on his sensitive meat. “…these come off, right?” “Oh, yeah.” Chris waved the worry off nonchalantly. “In a day or two when they’ve dried out a bit. That’s the whole point, see. The native arboreals move around a fair bit. So they get their dicks wet when their ladies aren’t in season, the plant gets its seeds spread all over the place, it’s a win win all around. Sure, most zoochorous seeds work by hitching a ride with barbs, but sexual bribery is so much nicer, eh?” “You fucker.” Charles gave the other man the finger with one hand while he hoisted his underwear back up with the other. “You didn’t even warn me.” “I genuinely forgot.” Chris, already pulling up his own pants, started giggling again. “You should have seen the look on your face though. That was totally priceless. I wish I’d had a camera ready.” “I’d be snapping that camera in half right about now.” Charles grumbled. Despite himself the post-nut endorphins were doing him good and he couldn’t manage to be [i]too[/i] angry. “Just as long as they really do fall off tomorrow.” “Day after at worst, I promise.” “Fine, then I won’t strangle you.” A thought brought Charles up short. “Wait, the little seeds I keep sweeping up in the cafeteria, I thought those were just tracked in…” “In a manner of speaking...” Chris said airily. He pushed aside a branch and strode into the foliage back the way they’d come. “Every guy on base indulges occasionally. So it’s only natural we bring back a few hitchhikers.” “That can’t be sanitary…” Charles muttered to himself. He adjusted his pants and hurried after his friend, not wanting to get left behind- and given his sense of direction, probably lost. Fuck. He was probably going to need help to find one of these fuckfruit trees again. And he already knew Chris’ price. … Whatever. A little voyeurism wouldn’t kill him. [center]The End[/center]