Harem Hazing (Phalliphobic 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 one an island that seemed to have no walls, but a roof of leaves. At the edges of the island 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 protections, 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 specially 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.

"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 took the Dranza by their leashes and pulled them along into the arms of the men. Their manliness made all the more pungent and intense from the effects of the Dranza-berries. The nubile green girls recoiled from their touch, but the female concubines were there to make sure that the virgin Dranza girls were going nowhere. "You feel it, don't you? The berries are magical, aren't they?"

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. Bio-strains her body had discarded as waste or catabolized for amino acids were being anabolized with help of the Dranza-berries enzymes. The lovers clasped one another's hands as their minds saw new and exciting possibilities for the lives of their children while the Dranza were **** to their knees. Bringing them face to face with their first cocks.

The Dranza had seen images of a human's penis, but the etchings of the photodidactic do not prepare the staunchly homosexual Dranza, a species which in are naturally predisposed to hate anything with a Y-chromosome, for the reality of having double barreled cock inches from their face. SweetDream certainly was not prepared to be slapped in the face by the Amarlean man's fuck-shafts. The brunette girl's screams were cut off by a slap to her other cheek with the man's hand. "Silence! Your Master does not want you disrupting the tranquility of his gardens, dumb cunt." The Amarlean man had failed to mention that there were sound dampeners around the island and that they could scream all they wanted and it would do nothing to disrupt the surrounding pleasure pets as they relaxed and waited to pleasure the ship's officers, but the Dranza did not need to know that. "I think you know that your mouth is not made for noise making. What is your mouth made for? Answer me, you worthless cunt!"

Through her sobs and tears, SweetDream told the man what he wanted to hear. The answer that had been burned into her brain. "A Dranza's mouth is for sucking cock." The tender and delicate green teenager said before she resigned herself to licking up and down the fish man's two dicks. SweetDream did not need to look over, she could taste the second man's pungent manliness coming through her lover's palms. The taste of two men was so overwhelmingly disgusting that the sapphic lovers had to break contact. The two Dranza let go of one another and grasped onto the man who was forcing them to fit two cocks down their throat. The Dranza knew in the core of their cells that they had do this. That somehow, facefucking these double dicked freaks was part of their owner's will. Treasure and SweetDream, two eighteen year old virgin girls from the farm let photodidactic training and survival instinct take over and worked the fish dicks the way Dranza do everything, like their lives depend on it.

SweetDream and Treasure were grabbed by the collar pushed back onto the bed. "Kiss each other." The Amarlean commanded. The two Dranza gave one another a soft, loving, passionate kiss which contained the whole of their essence, both personal and acquired. The Amarlean were not impressed. "kiss us like you want to show Master how much you love one another. Kiss each other like it is the last time you are ever going to see one another."
The two Dranza went pale and began to passionately kiss, lick, stroke, caress, and fondle one another. The pair would take turns licking one another's erect nipples between rounds of passionate kisses. The two lovers would steal moments of stroking one another's cheek. Staring one another in the eyes, the two found that despite all the horrors of their lives, they could steal these moments of the pure connection of true love.

This particular moment was stolen away when the Amarlean's psi-gems began to glow and tendrils of water spawned from the moat and entangled the Dranza. The teenage green girls struggled as the hydrokinetic bindings spread their legs. Treasure and SweetDream looked one another in the eyes as their virgin pussies and asses were both taken from behind. The teens cried out in pain as their tight holes were stretched with no regard for their comfort. "who told you bitches you could stop kissing?" The Amarlean fucking Treasure said, giving the blonde a slap to her shapely ass.

Despite being overcome with feelings of shame, humiliation, degradation, and contamination, the Dranza girls did what they were trained to do, what they were bred to do. Treasure and SweetDream closed their eyes and kissed one another. Both girls did their best to focus on the fact that they were slaves serving The Master Race. All of this pain was for the greater good.
"I love you." Treasure whispered to her sweet dream.
"I love you." SweetDream whispered to her treasure.

***

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!"""