Crux: Someone Who Might Understand

Author's Note: A short standalone commission, taking place in the Crux sci-fi setting. A little different from my usual fare, in some ways, which made it a nice little palate cleanse between bigger ongoing projects and larger chapters. Enjoy!

[story] [futa/F] [hurt/comfort]

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“Not quite there yet. Widen your stance. Now remember, this isn’t like an Earth weapon – don’t touch the trigger unless you’re altering your firing mode. Push up with your palm, then in.” The nauelli stood with her stance mirroring that of her student’s, guiding the young human’s hands to a proper position on the bizarre weapon they held. A moment later, and a quick series of shots fired off at the target – not hitting perfectly, but far better than the last few attempts. “There we go, great. Remember to breathe. Alright, take a break!”

Leaving her student behind, the nauelli – a tall, statuesque alien woman, easily identified by her deep azure skin, antennae, and short, stiff tail – straightened her belt and strode toward the front entrance of the large structure in which she held her classes. The building itself was large and spacious, with deep, narrow shadows woven through great areas of clear brightness, giving it a sort of minimalistic beauty not dissimilar to one of the dojos of Earth, though fashioned from distinctly alien materials. Behind her, a few dozen human students practiced with unfamiliar firearms, sharpening their skills for the ongoing conflict against the Vast Court of Jhaa, to defend the Galactic Moderacy Clause and their own insurance against extinction.

From the doorless entryway to the training hall, a stream of pale, constant light flooded in. On the outer-Crux outpost of Kaph-Au Minor, it was always night, but never dark – clusters of small, wan stars hung dangerously close beyond the atmosphere, providing insufficient heat but unending light. It was into this light that Ran Yula, the nauelli who trained and sheltered this sect of the human resistance, stepped, bare blue feet nestling in the shimmering lavender grasses just outside. She’d been attracted by a sound, that of what she’d suspected was a spacecraft, and soon found those suspicions confirmed.

The vessel was small, likely unable to remain out of atmosphere for long and certainly incapable of torrential travel, but it was nonetheless familiar. A starfighter, the same sort that Ran trained her disciples to pilot. This one was badly tarnished and scorched, rattling its way down to the ground as its hydraulics popped and hissed, lowering three squat legs for it to land on. A visitor to this remote place, then? Seeking training, reunion, perhaps revenge…?

Ran’s hand lowered to the sidearm at her belt, loose white pants flowing in the still air as she approached to starcraft. Its cockpit popped open, depressurizing with another hiss, and its sole inhabitant climbed out, clad in a form-fit padded flightsuit of a faded red color, their identity remained unclear until the helmet was removed a moment later.

It was her. Dark brown hair, braided tight on the side, light skin scattered with freckles. Dark, fierce blue eyes. There was no mistaking what may have been Ran’s greatest pupil – Luna Cassidy. Last thing Ran had heard, Luna had been part of a bombing run on the zhavvea stronghold nearest what remained of Earth. It was considered a suicide mission.

“Luna,” Ran said softly as she closed the distance between them, pausing at arm’s length. Despite the familiarity, something about Luna had clearly changed in the time she’d been gone – now well over a year – fighting against the zhavvea for the sovereignty of her species. Several scars marked her once-perfect face, one across her eyebrow, another slash against the opposite cheek, and what appeared to be a recently-healed burn on the right side of her jaw, extending some way down the neck. Her scars, though, were not the real difference. The real difference was in her eyes. Ran had remembered Luna as confident, even cocky, never letting anyone dispel a boisterous attitude that contrasted her short, slight frame. That confidence was gone, replaced by a sort of tattered resolution, an acceptance of the galaxy’s horrors. A kind of numbness.

“I made it,” Luna responded, extending one hand to take gentle hold of her teacher’s. The tone of her voice contrasted the message of what she said. She may have made it, but something certainly had not. “I made it back.”

Ran Yula reached her other hand out, now holding both of Luna’s, remaining close to the human girl for a long moment without another word being spoken. Just being present for her, for a moment. Visually, their mirrored pose brought into focus the differences between them, not just in species or in build, but in posture. Ran was over six feet in height while Luna barely hit five, the alien’s dark violet hair worn in a high bun while the human’s shaggy sidecut showed far less professionalism. Moreover, Ran’s statuesque, muscular figure kept the relaxed poise of the confident and comfortable, the way Luna’s had once been. Now, the scarred pilot’s slim shoulders slouched slightly, making her small frame seem even smaller. Withdrawn.

“Let’s go to my cabin. I’ll end class.” Ran’s words were not a suggestion or an offer, but a fact. Despite Luna’s battle-worn appearance, it was clear that this was a last resort, a needed comfort, a lost pet finding its way home against all odds. She needed something familiar. Something soft.

She left Luna for only a few moments, instructing her students to wrap up for the day and head to their bunks. Moments later, the two women sat at the edge of Ran’s round, flat bed in her personal cabin, the human girl sipping from a large, handle-less clay cup of thorn-tea, blue eyes staring into the the dark, rippling liquid in front of her. She’d doffed her flightsuit, now clad in a white undershirt and dark gray shorts, her exposed arms and legs showing even more of the scars she’d earned in the ongoing war against the zhavvea.

Perched beside her, Ran laid a gentle hand on the human’s shoulder, offering warmth and contact, but not insisting on it. “You can talk to me if you want, Luna,” the alien woman said softly. When Luna remained silent, she continued with a question that had been nagging at her thoughts. “Is it over? The conflict, I mean?”

There was a moment of silence, and finally, an answer. “I think so, yeah. I don’t see the zhavvea signing the GMC anytime soon, but we’ve shown them that squatting on what’s left of Earth isn’t worth the bloodshed. We lost so many fuckin’ people, Ran.”

It was more words than Luna had uttered since arriving on Kaph-Au Minor, and Ran understood how much that meant. Rather than replying, she folded both arms around the much smaller, much younger woman, giving her a soft squeeze around the shoulders. Luna stiffened, almost moved to pull away, then relaxed, leaning into the embrace with her eyes squeezed shut. Slim, strong arms wrapped tight around the nauelli’s lean waist, her scarred face buried between Ran’s neck and shoulder, hiding her expression of grief and pain.

Luna gave a full-body shake, then another, then another, the full spasms of a wracking, silent sob, though no tears came forth. It didn’t seem like sorrow she was expressing, not really, but relief, waves of raw, long-bottled emotion that had gone far too long without any sort of real release. “It’s okay,” Ran whispered, moving one hand to the back of the smaller girl’s head, almost cradling the young pilot to her chest. “It’s okay. You’re back.” The squeeze around Luna grew tighter, more certain, more secure. “You’re back.”

The pilot remained there for a long while, silently clinging to her mentor, the older, larger alien who’d brought her in, trained her, given her the tools she’d needed to fight for her survival. Despite the nauelli’s role in Earth’s destruction, they had also played their part in the restoration and preservation of humanity, while the zhavvea of Jhaa had only ever sought to exploit the wayward people. Luna had spent years with Ran Yula, learning and recovering, and in this moment, there was no greater comfort she could find than to be in the blue-skinned beauty’s warm, strong arms. “Thank you,” she finally whispered, after what felt like an hour of the alien woman graciously holding and soothing her. “Thank you, I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“Shh,” Ran whispered back, scooting back a bit on the bed and adjusting her grip on Luna’s waist, the smaller woman now basically sitting fully in her lap, their faces perhaps half a foot apart. “Don’t apologize for what you’re going through, Luna. I’m just… I’m happy you came to me.”

The two women's’ eyes met, clear green for Ran, and a deep, haunted blue for Luna. They shared a moment, though short or long was difficult to say, of connection – total openness. Luna shuddered again, as if a ghost had left her body, goosebumps wandering down light, scarred skin as she abandoned her need to hold back everything she felt. In an instant, then, the distance between the two closed as Luna lunged forward, planting her lips desperately onto that of her old teacher in a long, crazed kiss, as much an avenue of exorcising everything bottled inside of her as it was a sexual advance.

“Mm– mmph–” Ran grunted, relishing the kiss for a moment before forcing Luna away, catching her breath. “Wait… Luna, I don’t want to–”

“Take advantage of me?” the human girl interrupted, “Good, you’re not.” She tried to shove Ran backwards, only to be immediately reminded of the older woman’s far greater size – she didn’t budge an inch. “I need this,” she continued, resorting to a heartfelt plea rather than a forceful push, her voice heightening into a plaintive rasp. “Let me have this.”

Ran leaned forward, resting her forehead on Luna’s, taking a moment of silence, feeling the human girl’s heart race. One hand caressed softly along the side of the pilot’s face, just touching her, feeling her, waiting to see if she would change her mind. It wasn’t that Ran didn’t want to do this – she did, she very much did – but she didn’t want to abuse her student’s moment of greatest vulnerability. Still… Luna was sober, of sound mind, and clear about what she wanted.

The distance closed between them again, this time initiated by the nauelli, and their lips connected, this kiss longer, deeper, more certain. Ran let herself be guided slowly down onto the bed, hands sliding up the back of Luna’s shirt, guiding it up, then off, freeing the human girl’s small, perky breasts, pinkish-brown nipples already intensely stiff.

Both women rolled in place, tongues meeting, eyes closed, arms grasping at one another, as much to cling to something as to grope at their partner. With Ran on top, tail swishing from side to side, she pulled her own snug black top over her head, letting loose her more full bosom, having largely defied the rigors of near-forty solar cycles. Contrasting Luna’s smooth, subtle curves, the nauelli’s were more audacious and matronly, grabbable, something to bury oneself in with the intent of never escaping. This, of course, was exactly what Luna did, stuffing her face between her old teacher’s breasts and clinging to her waist, even as Ran Yula struggled to remove her trousers and underthings.

More squirming and repositioning, with the pilot keeping submerged in the alien woman’s chest as Ran set about stripping both of them bare, revealing the smooth, wet slit of Luna’s needy pussy – and, in contrast, the thick, massive pillar of Ran’s erection. It was no surprise that the nauelli were sexually distinct from humans, indeed, almost all of the aliens of the Crux worlds were, and the feeling of the hot, stiff member prodding up against her thigh gave Luna no pause or concern. “Fuck me, Ran,” she breathed, her words steaming with desperation.

“Are you sure?” her mentor followed up, planting a gentle kiss on Luna’s cheek, then lip, caressing down both of the human’s pale arms. “We can just–”

“Fuck the shit out of me,” Luna parried, sounding more sure than she ever had of anything, “make me scream. Fuck my ass.”

There was another flicker of hesitation, but one that gave way to acquiescence. Luna had fought, bled, survived – she was long past needing Ran to make decisions for her. And, of course, being begged by the petite young human had her throbbing hard, harder than she’d been in years, and she wanted nothing more than to give Luna what she wanted.

Ran planted another kiss on the human’s lips, tongues intertwining, exploring one another’s mouths while the bigger, stronger alien took Luna by the hips, pulling her forward and shifting both legs over, positioning Luna into a sort of laying side-saddle, creating enough space for Ran to easily shift up against her, prodding the tip of her hard blue cock firmly against the little hole Luna had offered. She felt it flex and tense, then relax, almost quivering with how hungrily it needed to be filled with hard girlcock.

“Unh – oh – ffhhn…” Luna groaned, back arching as she felt the tip of that pulsing rod push against, then inside of her, sliding in only shallowly at first before gradually easing deeper and deeper into her tight, needy ass, stretching her around the azure appendage. It was odd how natural it felt – despite spending a great deal of time together as teacher and student, Ran and Luna’s relationship had never before extended into the sexual. Now, though, in this time of such intense need, it was as if the two had been lovers for years, each touch, grab, thrust, and kiss expressing a warm, confident familiarity. “You’re…you’re bigger than I thought… oh fuck…!”

“Nnh, your hole’s so small, I can feel it gripping around me… uhph, it feels incredible…” the nauelli thrust in deeper, one hand firmly planted on Luna’s hip while the other cradled the side of her face. The kiss broke, letting both women simply stare into one another’s eyes, to share in actions what words might only serve to mangle. Ran drew back, then stuffed herself back in, picking up a slow, steady rhythm that already had the shorter, slimmer pilot clenching her teeth with pleasure, shivers rolling up and down her skin each time that thick shaft was crammed back up the narrow, tender tunnel of her asshole.

There was very little thought, anymore, in what the two women were sharing – with their choices made and actions committed to, everything was instinct now. Primal. Luna let out hot, growling moans through clenched teeth as she was rammed into again and again, perky little breasts jiggling with each impact of Ran’s pelvis against her backside, lashes fluttering as her eyes threatened to roll backwards in their sockets. “Haah… fuck… fuck me harder… f-fuck me…” she groaned, both hands clutching desperately at the alien woman’s back, rocking her own body forward and back in rhythm with the deep anal pummeling she was taking.

“Harder, little one? Very well,” Ran slowed her thrusts, halting entirely for only a moment before sliding free of Luna’s ass, moving quickly to move things around. She was able to easily lift Luna’s light weight in her strong arms, turning the girl around and pinning her down onto her knees, arms limp at her side and face pressed against the bed. An instant later, the alien’s massive cock found its sheath and entered it once more, driving deep into Luna’s upturned backside from behind, able to go far deeper in this position than the previous one. “How… about… hnnhh– this?”

A long, crazed whine escaped Luna’s lips as she felt that thick shaft get stuffed back into her, now going so deep she swore she could feel it in her lower belly. Being folded up and pinned to the bed was an odd blessing in its own right, the human girl no longer meaningfully able to move or see. The ultimate effect was one of minor sensory deprivation – she was trapped with only the sensation of Ran’s cock ramming into her again and again, stretching and reshaping her poor, eager ass. “Unnh– ffphh– gAaaAAAHHhh…!”

The bigger woman’s arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her tight as she knelt behind the human, hips slamming against Luna’s backside, now locked into place and drilling her with short, fast ruts, keeping nearly the entirety of her raging ladycock entrenched in the human’s asshole. Moans and pants rose to cries, then finally screams of unleashed pleasure and lust, a open, audible venting of emotion and sensation, surrender to a feeling so vivid that it could not be turned away from. Through all of it, Ran kept her focus, orgasm building inside of her, but one that had to be stymied until Luna had been swept over by the inevitable assgasm she was building towards.

Finally, Luna’s mind went dark, a blast of lights behind squeezed-shut eyes signaling the overwhelming crash of climax. The human tensed up tighter, arms reaching out in front of her to claw at the bedsheets as spasm after spasm rolled through her, her entire body riding out the all-consuming wave of pleasure. Her own climax was followed by swift reward, a volley of long, sticky ropes of spunk shooting out of a gasping, shimmering Ran Yula and directly into her overworked ass, flooding her with warm, burbling alien seed.

For some time, the cabin was silent but for the sound of both women panting, and both were still. Her primal needs satisfied, Luna no longer knew what to do with herself, wanting to neither speak, leave, nor move at all – but her teacher asked none of those things of her. Without another word exchanged, Ran shifted to the side, hugging closely to the human girl, providing the big spoon to her little one, and drew a light blanket over both of them. Luna didn’t have to speak if she didn’t want to. She’d earned that. For now, she had a warm place to lay, and someone to lay with. For now, that was all she needed.