Harem Hazing (Phalliphilic version)

Snowball's tail swished as the almost human concubine strutted with the pair of Dranza leashed in tow. The green skinned virgins looked around anxiously at the sound of bird songs, splashing water, and the laughter of concubines prancing about in shear outfits, their bodies decorated with gold and gems. The Dranza struggled to simply get used to the feeling of walking on the strange spongy green stuff that was both soft and pointy at the same time. The lovers clung to one another as their entire sensorium was overwhelmed.

The white haired cat-girl led the pair to a rainbow colored bridge of hard light that arced over a moat of clear water where Amarleans swam around in criss crossing patterns. "Go on then, move it Dranza, you take the bridge or you take a dip, either way you are going to Breeder's Island."

"Breeders?..." The blonde Dranza's nervous question was interrupted by the Ligreon giving the girls a shove onto the bridge. Their leashes retracted into their collars as they stepped across the rainbow bridge and onto an island that seemed to have no walls, but a roof of leaves held up by support structures lush with living vines that were ripe with fruit. Besides the fruit growing on the island, there were platters of apples, bananas, randanas, strawberries, ripple berries, snoz berries, grapes, Victrian cherries, Neosakan cheese, cured meats from Eden, and a statues in the shape of mermaids that were pouring a Nurizan savion blanc and a merlot from Paradise. Overwhelmed by the sight and smell of the food, the pair of Dranza barely noticed the bridge disappearing behind them.

"This cannot be real." The blonde said as she picked up a strawberry. From the 'taste' of the fruit's cells on her skin, the Dranza could tell that it was a genuine plant that grew in real soil and not a replicated substitute. The brunette **** girl picked up an apple and was about to bite into it when her lover cried out. "Wait!" The blonde said. "Do you think that. I mean, you really think that all this is for us?" The blonde Dranza asked.

"Who else would it be for?" a young Amarlean with blue skin that shimmered with stripes of multicolored scales. The woman's wrists and ankles were adorned with thick gold bands that matched her collar. A collar which the Dranza were shocked to see had a diamond tag. The Dranza girls were face to face with a pet! Short of being a xeno-spouse, a pet was the top of the hierarchy for non-humans in The Federation. Pets had legal status, social standing, the protection of an insurance policy, and the privileges that went along with being considered valuable. The Dranza almost did not notice that this particular pet had a psi-gem in her forehead. The Amarlean woman grabbed an apple and took a large, loud bite of the fruit. The Dranza watched in awe and envy as the juice dripped down the woman's throat. The Amarlean gazed at the blonde Dranza and sauntered over to the meek, nervous, fresh, pure, adorable, young, nubile, **** girl. "What is your name sweetie?" The concubine asked.

"I. We don't have names, but..." The blonde looked to her lover, though she was not sure if it was for permission or forgiveness. "She calls me her Treasure and I call her my Sweet Dream." The blonde said, beginning to blush as the Amarlean burst out laughing.

Seeing how embarrassed the pair of Dranza had become. The Amarlean made a concerted effort to compose herself. "Treasure and SweetDream, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Calpernia. That is Sabine." The Amarlean gestured to another woman, this one with a lighter shade of blue for her skin and her hair cut short. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise." Calpernia said, drawing herself closer to Treasure as the turquoises Amarlean with the pixie hair cut closed in on SweetDream like a predator. Treasure heard her beloved moan with ecstasy as the Amarlean caressed the green girl's shoulders. Sabine's psi-gem glowed as the Amarlean began to massage the Dranza. Treasure's attention was drawn away from her lover and back towards Calpernia as the Amarlean picked one of the fruits growing from the vines and began tracing a line up the Dranza's arm, across her clavicle, up her elongated neck and around the Dranza's soft, full lips. "Go on. If you are here, then that means the Master gene forged these fruits especially for you." Calpernia used her thumb to play with the blonde Dranza's lips as she gently but firmly **** the fruit into the Dranza's mouth. "there you go. Good girl, chew and swallow. How was that?"

Neither of the Dranza had known that food could taste good. Their whole lives subsisting on slop from a tube or the innards of Vyraxis larvae had given the green girls a utilitarian view of nutrition. As the sweet and sour juices of the Dranza-berries made contact with their tongues, the two **** girls almost passed out, overwhelmed by this whole new world shattering experience. It was only by virtue of Calpernia and Sabine being on standby to catch the Dranza that the pair managed to keep their wits about them. "Master made this for us?" SweetDream asked with incredulity.

Sabine nodded. "He did, or at least, his beloved designed the gene-pattern." The Amarlean plucked another berry and fed it to the dainty brunette. "They are designed specifically to work with the Dranza endocrine and reproductive systems." Sabine and Calpernia led the pair of Dranza lovers to a bed thick with bunches of the berries. "What is important right now is that you relax and enjoy yourselves." Sabine plucked one of the berries from the vine and placed it in her mouth and the Dranza with a kiss. SweetDream returned the kiss, her long tongue passionately exploring the mouth of the aquatic woman. Sabine caressed the Dranza's belly, causing the eighteen year old brunette to squirm beneath her.

Right next to SweetDream, Treasure found herself being lavished with the same treatment. Calpernia's psi-gem glowed as she plucked Dranza-berries from the vine to tease and toy with the small blonde green teenager who giggled and moaned beneath the psionic concubine. Treasure's eyes went wide when Calpernia crushed a handful of the fruit into the Dranza's blonde bush and began probing inside the virgin girl's tight, wet, humanized, pussy.

Treasure grasped onto SweetDream. The Dranza connected and began to swap genetic material. Through the touch of their hands they shared the experience of making love with the Amarleans, the genetic material attained by one was shared in common by the lovers.

The Dranza, raised in captivity, had no idea that among their ancestors choosing a nestmate, someone with whom one would lay a single clutch of eggs together and raise them in common, was a rare and celebrated from of social bonding that was seen as a natural as any form of matrimony found amongst the stars.

But as far as SweetDream and Treasure were concerned, their love for one another was a gift from Mankind. As they lay sharing kisses with one another and with the Amarlean concubines, they gave thanks to the Scions of Holy Terra for allowing them to experience such joy and wonders.

The two Dranza were half gorged on berries and covered in juice when they heard a deep voice ask "Are the bitches ready yet?" The sapphic lovers looked up from their stupor to see a pair of hulking, brutish, blue skinned naked men walking towards them. The Amarleans' signature bifurcated penises swung freely in the air with a total lack of shame.

The Dranza had known what a penis looked like. But having images of a human’s reproductive anatomy etched into your brain with photodidactic lasers is not the same thing as seeing the double barrelled shaft of a chiseled, muscular, xeno-merman. SweetDream sat up and pulled Treasure up with her. The two lovers squeezed hands as they stared in awe and fear at the men, unable to take their eyes off of the Amarlean manhood.

"They damn near stuffed themselves. Hungry little greenies." Calpernia said as she and Sabine got the two Dranza high on special berries onto their feet. The Amarleans gave the two Dranza an encouraging and playful pat on their rears to motivate them to walk into the powerful arms of xeno-studs. Their manliness had been made all the more pungent and intense from the effects of the Dranza-berries. The Dranza were hooked. The berries had made the masculine touch into an experience of narcotic euphoria."You feel it, don't you? The berries are magical, aren't they?" Calpernia asked. The green girls could only nod as they rubbed their bodies against the two-cocked toy-boy. “Go on. Touch it.” Calpernia said taking Treasure and SweetDreams’s hands in her own and guiding them to touch the Amarleans’ shafts.

They were as far as the Dranza were concerned. A human, Ligreon, Amarlean, or most other creatures that are the Dranza-berries would find them to be an enjoyable grape-like fruit with hints of strawberry and raspberry. For a Dranza, it was a psychedelic awakening as gene-forms that had no business mixing found themselves being transmuted and synergized. As the two sapphic lovers took an Amarlean shaft in each hand and started stroking with enthusiasm, bio-strains their bodies would have discarded as waste, processed as toxins, or catabolized for amino acids were being anabolized with help of the Dranza-berries enzymes. The lovers turned and kissed one another as they let long dormant lessons on proper handjob technique guide their fingers and wrists. The Amarlean men put their hands on the green girls’ heads and pushed them to their knees, bringing them face to face with their first cocks.

Through her **** hazed stupor, SweetDream remembered a line from scripture. "’A Dranza's mouth is for sucking cock.’" The tender and delicate green teenager said before she enthusiastically licked up and down the fish man's two dicks. Treasure and SweetDream, two eighteen year old virgin girls from the farm allowed themselves to get lost in the joyous challenge that was fitting four cocks into two mouths. When the green girls were not moaning in joy, they were giggling with glee, or **** with delight.

SweetDream and Treasure were grabbed by the collar pulled back onto their feet. The two girls found themselves looking up into the eyes of the strong yet graceful beauty of the Amarlean concubine. SweetDream hesitated at first as the man leaned in. She had thought that a kiss might be a step too far, but looking over to see Treasure enthusiastically tasting the lips of her assigned stud let the brunette give herself permission to enjoy her first kiss that was not with another woman.

As the Dranza’s lips enjoyed the xeno-mermen’s tongues while the Dranza’s hands enjoyed their rippling muscles, the men gently but firmly led the svelte teenagers over to one of the large beds. SweetDream quivered as she was lowered gently onto the soft cloudlike mattress. Treasure fell back with a laugh and pulled the xeno-stud with her. The blonde’s laughter was muted only by her kisses.

The two girls felt their labia’s being teased by the throbbing tips of erect phalluses. The two girls looked at one another as they took each other's hands. All their lives had been leading them to this moment. They were Dranza, xeno-cunts that existed to be fucked. With their innate ability to bend and twist genomes into desirable forms coupled with their profound fecundity had meant that the best way they could serve The Master Race was by fruitfully multiplying the **** races.

The blonde Dranza grimaced in pain before an expression of pleasure formed on her face. "I love you." Treasure whispered to her sweet dream as the big, fat fish-cock filled her.

"I love you." SweetDream whispered to her treasure. A tear fell across her cheek as she felt her virginity ripped away from her. As the brunette felt her breast grasped by her designated stud, the Dranza could not help but feel a twinge of regret. Regret that she had not qualified to become a Gift from The Shogun. As much as she loved feeling her fuck hole filled for the first time, she felt ashamed that it was not with a human. SweetDream felt Treasure’s hand squeeze her own and thanked The Owner-God that she could share this moment with the woman she loved.

***

Many light years away and in a much lower frequency of hyperspace, a Kroxaa Wargator class cruiser and two heavy frigates detected the flotilla of Knavar vessels moving to rendezvous with the strangers. "Do we recognize the ship?" the war chief asked his triviator.

The Kroxaa who served his captain as a living computer consulted the cybernetic cortex grafted to his brain. "It bares similarities to ships from tales to the anti-spin. Hooms they are called. Sometimes they are referred to as Alprins or The Feed Ration."

"An appropriate name for creatures that know their place in Kruxmaw's order." The war chief turned to his shaman for guidance. "What say the signs? Can you tell us the will of Kruxmaw?"

"Kruxmaw gifted his children with patience. While others scream through the upper bands, we who show patience and lurk in the lower hyperbands, we are rewarded. See how these prey swim so blindly about. They will feel the sharp bite of our jaws. The strangers will fill our larders. The glory of Kruxmaw."

"""For the glory of Kruxmaw!"""