Slurp

Button leads you a strange kind of room that was shallow but stretched out to the left and right whose walls were lined with all sorts of tubes and wires and blinking lights. It was the most ‘sci-fi-ey’ room you’d seen yet but not the kind you’d see in a movie or show. You weren’t seeing the sleek walls and glossy panels of the living space but the electronic guts behind those things that made everything tick.

“I think someone’s here.” Button whispers so softly that you have to strain to hear her. Creeping forward she turns a couple of tabs and very carefully removes a long, slender circuit board, or some such thing. You really didn’t know what any of this stuff was. In the space opened was the glint of glass or some kind of plastic. She peers into it. “Yeah.” She waves you forward to look. “Don’t worry. They can’t see us.”

Looking through the space you see that you were spying into the ship’s lounge. Though futuristic in nature it didn’t look that far off from Aunt Peg’s living room back on earth. And speaking of your aunt, you could see her sitting across the room from you. She sat at the end of a long white sofa. In her left hand she held a tablet, her eyes are locked on it as she read what was on it with intense interest. Her right hand slowly, tenderly stroked her daughter’s hair.

Chloe lay on the sofa with her head on Peg’s lap, her hands folded over her slender tummy. She had her glasses off and stared up at the ceiling in that sort of unfocused way that told you that she couldn’t see a damn thing. Your chaotic cousin looked so relaxed. Her fingers fiddled and the toes of her left foot gripped repetitively at the arm of the sofa but it was as still as you’d ever seen her. You were getting a little peek into your aunt and cousin’s life when the rest of you weren’t around and at just a glance you could see that, just like in your own house, while the people were imperfect oddballs the love between them was unassailable.

“Who are they?” Button whispers as she peeks over your shoulder.

“It’s my aunt and cousin.” You say back just as quietly. “Aunt Peg is a scientist. Super smart. Chloe’s, er, well she’s just Chloe. You smelled their stuff down below.”

“Yoga. Scooter.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Slurp. Just then something slick, warm and wet swipes up your shoulder blade. Button just licked you! “Hey!”

“Sorry!” She backpedals away from you, hand over her mouth. It is then you notice that her penis was rock hard! Poking from the soft fur of her pubes her dick stood at attention. Just shy of four inches, maybe a shade thicker than your thumb, a head no bigger than an acorn, and with just the slightest upward curve it was the cutest boner you’d ever seen. In fact, it was the ONLY cute boner you’d ever seen. You didn’t even realize dicks could be cute until now. “It’s your scent.” She says. “Since you started becoming…excited… W-We better keep our distance.”

Using your shirt you wipe her slobber from your back. “Good plan. If you had some clothes on it might help with the, erm, excitement.”

“Good to know.” She says with a sudden wag of her tail. Between her expressive eyes, her emotive ears, and telltale tail she was so easy to read! She was incredibly flattered that you found her attractive and did not know what to do with that knowledge. You had felt just the same way back when Allison actually began showing an interest in you. All those nerves and that confusion and the feeling of being unworthy, you saw it all playing out right here with Button. “Ahem. Anyways. This way.”

After you’ve given her some space she replaces the board she’d moved then leads you down the room a few steps to a sort of box-like affair that was built into the wall about chest height. Again she turns some tabs and opens the back of it where you see a smooth, lit white surface on the bottom and hundreds of little needle looking things poking out from the left and right sides and top. Across from the open back of it was what looked to be a sliding hatch.

“This is a disposer-replicator.” She indicates that you should place your shirt on it. After you do so she opens a little panel beneath it and begins to unplug and replug various wires and circuits within. “This will recycle all of the water and excess organics.” As she says that hundreds, thousands, of tiny beams of different colored light, each one no thicker than the head of a pin, rain down over your soiled shirt. Each individual beam blinked on then off so quickly that you could never actually settle your gaze upon one before it was gone again. And before you could even appreciate the mini laser light show it was over. “There you go.”

You pick up your perfectly dry, perfectly clean shirt from the box and look at Button in amazement. “Wow.”

“You don’t have these where you come from, huh?” She asks, sounding like she already knew the answer.

“Uh, I just…never saw it on this end before.” You look at the shirt, look at Button’s boner, then offer it to her. “Maybe you should wear this?”

Her ears perk high and her face brightens. Taking it from your hand she slips it on over her head. Two floppy ears sprout from neck then she pulls it down over her shoulders. After twisting it around to the right way she feeds her arms through then smiles as she smooths the cloth down her petite frame. On her the thing was less a shirt than a short cut dress.

She giggles and spreads her arms. “How do I look?”

Seeing her now in a man’s oversized shirt was damn near as sexy as seeing her nude! The way the fabric draped over her little titties and stiff peen, the way it just suggested at rather than showed her shapely form, tantalized your erotic imagination. Her hotness just could not be contained by a mere shirt.

“You look…great Button. Really great.”

“Thanks!” Her pink tongue rolls out as she pants happily at your praise for a few seconds. “Um, if you’re hungry we could get something while we’re here.”

“Here?”

“Mm hm. This is where I both dispose of my waste and get my sustenance.”

“Waste? As in…poop?”

She laughs. “Amongst other things. I could go to the toilet disposal but this is the easiest unit to access.”

“And you get your food here too?”

“Uh, yeah.” She says. “The poop becomes the food in the end anyway. It’s completely sanitary.”

“Ew!”

“Shhh!” She giggles and shakes her head. “You are such a funny boy Jesse. So are you hungry or…?”

“No. No I’m…I’m good thanks. Ugh.”

“Alright.” She places the back back onto the unit. “Now let’s get out of here before someone hears us.”

You follow Button back the way you came. Even with your shirt on you kept catching glimpses of her bubble butt every time her tail would rise or wag, which was often.