CYOA: Fuck Yeah Space #15

 Author's Notes: It's not gay when it's in a threeway.

Who am I kidding, ain't nothing not gay about anything in this story.

[futa/futa/nil] [frotting] [rimming] [light D/s] [size difference]

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You bite your lip, suggestively snuggling into Proxy’s side and spreading your legs to show off your still-stiff girlcock. “Well, mistress? Aren’t you going to come play with us?” You reach around the android’s waist a little, groping and fondling one smooth, round breast and swaying your hips from side to side slightly on the bed, causing your dick to wobble back and forth enticingly. Still stiff from your earlier playing, you decide to make the most of this particular situation -- if you can keep your cover as a call girl intact, you can get through this and maybe even get some brownie points with Shoda.

There’s a long pause, your heart racing as you wait for the idina commander’s reply. While you don’t know exactly how idina military rankings work, from Proxy’s reaction to Shoda’s arrival you can only assume “Mistress-Commander” is something exceptionally important... or at least dangerous. Finally, a thin smirk crosses the short, slender alien’s lips, and she begins to gradually draw down the zipper of her pitch-black, skin-tight garment -- some sort of lovechild of a corset and a minidress with a scandalously low, wide neck, showing off as much cleavage as Shoda’s small chest can muster. “You make a strong case for yourself, nauelli.” She pauses then, her expression pensive as her zipper slides down just enough to expose the edge of one small, stiff green nipple. “Well, I mean, not really. ‘Come fuck me’ wouldn’t be all that much of a temptation were I not already inclined to do so. So really, no props to you.” Another pause, and she shrugs. “I will still fuck you, though.”

Drawing the zipper the rest of the way down, the small, slight little warlord slips entirely out of her outfit, leaving her only in a pair of thigh-high black stockings, short, soft boots, and various jewelry that may be either decorative or official -- once again, you don’t know enough about idina military to tell. She’s lovely in her way, though delicate-looking, with nearly-flat breasts and pale, elaborately tattooed green skin. Of some interest, as well, is the small package between her thighs, a slim girldick resting atop a smooth, girlish pouch holding her testicles.

Shoda walks towards you, her strut more imperious than sensuous, though her cute hips to sway slightly as she approaches, crawling onto the edge of the bed -- and into your lap, her deep red eyes locking challengingly to yours as she wraps one slim leg around your waist and presses forward -- squishing her small dick cutely against your own. Despite being a fairly unfamiliar feeling, you manage to take a small bit of pride at having the biggest cock in the face of any sort of competition, and Shoda doesn’t leave that contest up to debate. Her dick, still not quite fully stiff, appears to be maybe half the length of yours -- fitting in that the idina woman is around two full feet shorter than you.

Proxy shifts her weight with almost serpentine agility, flanking the two of you and draping one arm around Shoda’s shoulders, nuzzling the idina woman’s back and neck as the Mistress-Commander gently grinds her small cock against yours, seeming to feed off of your warmth and stiffness as her own dick starts to rise to a more noticeable level of erection. Wrapping one small hand around the both of your members, the green-skinned beauty gently strokes and squeezes the two of you against each other. “I must say, nauelli, I’m impressed... I didn’t know your women had such impressive playthings.”

“We’re exclusively female, mistress,” you coo quietly, then let out a light, tense moan as she tightly squeezes her grip around the base of your cock, squishing it hard against her own, letting you feel every little throb of her hardening girldick. “But my... plaything, is yours to do as you like with.”

Shoda pauses again, blinking up at you, eyes locking to yours. By the Old Ones, she’s strikingly intimidating for her small size, carrying so much power in her eyes alone -- dark, clear red, with smoky eyeshadow drawn into elaborate wings that make her gaze even more distinctly sharp. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, blue girl,” Shoda says coolly. “You have nothing to offer me that I won’t take... and nothing to give that you mustn’t first prove yourself worthy of giving.” She leans in, kissing your lower lip and then biting firmly down on it, her free arm reaching backwards to wrap around Proxy’s neck and shoulder, pulling the android against her back possessively.

“Worthy...?” you breathe quietly, nuzzling back into the idina woman, but starting to get a little concerned that you may be getting more than you bargained for.

“Shu’zu,” Shoda replies in a language you don’t understand. “If you want that cock of yours inside of me, you’ll have to make me want it first. Make me need it.” She pauses, eyes narrowing. “Now lay back.”

You blink, then nod, finding no will in your heart or spine to resist Shoda’s command, and lay back against the bed, squishing down into it and spreading your legs a little, your still-stiff cock bobbing and throbbing idly between your legs. You’re not certain to expect, at first, as the idina commander starts to stand -- it occurs to you that she may avail herself of your dick, but that doesn’t appear to be the case after a moment, as she crawls up your body until her legs flank either side of your head.

Grinning down imperiously at you, Shoda turns and then drops to her knees, facing towards your lower half as she lowers her light weight against your face, presenting you with the delicate emerald star of her back entrance. “Prove yourself, nauelli,” she states, reaching down to lightly tease one of your nipples with her fingertips.

Fortunately, she’s plenty small and light that you don’t feel threatened by her sitting on your face, and after a moment of hesitation you reach up with both hands, laying one palm on each of Shoda’s smooth, ripe buttcheeks, her waist slim but her backside having an impressively springy, perky quality, perhaps from a lifetime of walking in high-heeled boots. The taste is mild and sweet, and the little alien clearly keeps herself well-groomed, so your hesitation is dispelled after a few moments and you find yourself gently, lovingly lapping the flat of your tongue along that tiny hole, drawing a pleased groan from the idina.

Shoda lets out a soft breath, relaxing a little and releasing a pleased sigh, though not relinquishing so much control as to rest the entirety of her weight on you. She arches her lean back a little, gently fondling and caressing her own small, stiff girlcock with one hand as her gaze seeks out the shyly swaying Proxy, clearly awaiting some form of instruction. “Android, come closer,” she purrs. “I think it’s time you joined in. Though considering you don’t have much to...” her eyes wander across the synthetic merc’s sexless form. “...Offer me, maybe you can put on a little show for me.”

Proxy bites her lip and nods, starting to climb closer and crawling back up onto the bed, her hips swaying playfully. She’s clearly still very lustful, but uncertain of what she wants.

A) Proxy climbs into your lap, grinding her ass back along your cock while she blows Shoda.

B) Proxy blows and titfucks you while you rim Shoda.

C) Proxy lays across your body, letting you fuck her thighs while she lends her own tongue to your efforts to please the Mistress-Commander.