CYOA: Fuck Yeah Space #8

 Author's Notes: So the stage is set and things are starting to move forward. With another Submission vote last time I'm starting to get a feel for how you guys want Una to act, and I'm trying to make her personallity shine through a little more. Promise of more fun on the horizon as well, as you'll see on the vote at the end of this chapter....

[futa/futa] [hotdogging] [story]

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Stretching out and blinking wearily a few times, you eventually crawl out of bed, leaving any ambitions to dress yourself far behind. Food and finding Siara take precedence now, along with a nagging feeling in the back of your head, a persistent question -- how long will you be allowed to stay here?

You manage to traverse the narrow hallways of Siara’s apartment pretty easily, following the sound of her quiet humming and the scent of food. It’s less than a minute before you find her, in a center of a lowered, circular platform that seems to make up her kitchen. It’s an odd contraption that seems to allow Siara to turn three-hundred and sixty degrees easily, switching things from different pans and grabbing ingredients as she prepares some kind of unrecognizeable dish in a large pan.

What you notice first though, is how beautiful she is. You’d noticed that when you first met her, of course, but now things feel different. You’ve come to see her in a different way, a much deeper and more intimate way. She’s been inside of you, and it makes a very noticeable difference. In addition, the census worker now seems quite relaxed -- while her spectacles are in place, her long, violet hair is worn in loose curls that spill down her slim shoulders, and she’s dressed only in a buttoned nightshirt that hangs delicately off of her bustline. It gives you a sumptuous look at those long, azure legs, and even the slightest reach or movement gives you a peek at the creamy bottom slopes of her backside.

You barely have time to break your concentration before you start to find your own girldick starting to rise up and get firmer, something that brings a quick blush to your cheeks despite the fact that Siara can’t see you yet. Taking a deep breath, you move over to her, sliding into the little cooking dais and easing up behind her so that your warm, stiffening dick presses firmly against the smooth valley of her backside. “Good morning,” you whisper into her ear before kissing it gently.

She straightens a little at your stealthy touch, her humming falling silent... though you find it had been something you’d recognized, a relatively antiquated Nauelli folk song called Path of Blossoms. Beautifully melodic but lyrically dark, you’d liked it until learning that the metaphorical blossoms in the song were grown over the corpses of the wealthy and powerful. Then you’d loved it.

“Sleep well, beautiful?” Siara grins as she leans back against you, her back arching a little as she presses her ass against you, drawing a hiss of pleasure from you as her perky butt squeezes down playfully around your dick, sandwiching it tightly between her cheeks.

“Extremely,” you say back softly, winding your arms around her waist and saying a little, watching her closely as she withdraws a clump of what could be noodles from a nearby pot and throwing them in with the rest of what she’s making. It appears to be a single dish, burbling and almost squirming as reds and blues are mixed in with a pale brown sauce. You can’t recognize a single element of it, but it smells delicious. It’s remarkable how Siara can manage to cook while “entertaining” you with her butt -- her cheeks contract and relax firmly around you, grinding back against your cock as you get stiffer and stiffer, drawing a little moan from you.

Your concentration quickly ebbing as Siara teases your morning wood, you find your hands sliding up from her waist to ease up under her shirt, giving one breast a soft squeeze as you rock gently against her, biting your lip with excitement. “I was... I was wondering, I mean...” you wince and let out another quiet moan, burying your face in her neck. She tilts her head down to kiss your cheek, grinning wickedly and pushing back a little more into your hard cock, not missing a beat with her cooking.

“What was that, Una?”

“I just wanted to know if, um... if, like, how long I can stay here?” You thrust back up against her, fondling her nipple with one hand while the other drifts down to gently massage your palm across Siara’s own hardening girldick. “With you? Before I have to leave?”

“Don’t worry about that for right now,” the other nauelli coos, her nipple stiffening against your gentle rubbing and teasing. “You can stay here for as long as you need to get on your feet on Au Prime... just remember that your ass is mine whenever I decide I want it, understand?”

A deep blush overtakes your cheeks, and you nod, nibbling at the edge of Siara’s pointed ear tenderly. You thrust back up against her, shuddering a little as she clenches back. “I understand,” you whisper quietly. “I’m yours whenever you want me.”

The admission fills you with a strange feeling of comfort -- the idea that you’re safe with Siara for as long as you remain her willing fucktoy. For you, it’s more of a win/win than a quid pro quo. The assurance in her voice, gentle yet firm, reminding you of your place, turns you on a lot more than you’d expected. Your breathing picks up a little as the other nauelli grinds back against you, trapping your hard cock between both of your warm bodies and thrusting her butt hard back against it until you finally release an anxious cry, shooting a thick volley of creamy white spunk splashing across Siara’s lower back before starting to trickle back down her ass. You hear the other woman purr contently, grinning as she nuzzles back into you. “Good girl,” she whispers, sending a shudder of excitement down your spine. “Now go sit down and don’t get dressed. I’ll bring breakfast.”

Panting softly, you stagger back a little bit, blinking your eyes as your head clears from the intensity of your climax. You nod, then, kissing Siara’s shoulder softly before retreating backwards into the dining room, your slick girlcock slowly lowering and softening into an inert state once more. With the dining room being in the next room you have no problem finding it, positioning a greenish wad of material that you at first assume can be used as some kind of stool. There’s a moment of confusion when you first sit down on it, then dawning realization as the thing shifts and expands to fit you, contouring to your bare backside and forming itself into a soft, if somewhat properly shaped, chair.

“I’m not sure if they have this on the numbered systems,” you hear Siara’s voice call as she comes from the kitchen with a few plates, each loaded up with that strange mixture of chunks, sauce, and what could be noodles. “You guys eat a lot of rido, right?” Her guess is right -- ridos being the small, rodent-like creatures that populate the mines in which most Au 2 citizens work.

“Rido, yeah, and a lot of nutri-flour, what we can afford. I’ve never even seen this before,” you confess, taking the plate and the chopsticks offered with it. Examining it, then smelling it, you pluck up a little piece of the steamy, slippery mass and stuff it into your mouth, eyes widening with surprise and enjoyment. It’s almost a bit more than you can handle -- the fireworks of spices and flavors is a lot more than you’ve ever experienced eating your measly meals back home. The texture is somewhat offputting, but the flavor is admittedly amazing. “Ooph, dis ish good,” you moan around a mouthful of it, swallowing it down gracelessly as Siara watches you with a small smirk.

“Glad you enjoy. As for your staying here...” she takes a bite of her own, chewing thoughtfully as her voice becomes a little more serious. “I put my ear to the ground a bit this morning looking for entrepeneurial work-- or what was it you called it? Adventuring?”

“Adventuring,” you confirm, taking another bite and trying to ignore the intense spiciness starting to make your stomach burble ominously.

“Right, adventuring. So, essentially, I found three different jobs you might be interested in. They’re entry-level underworld work, shouldn’t require much skill -- but considering your, ah...” she shoots a flirtatious grin your way. “...Charms, I’d say I can get you in. Tell me if any of these sound interesting to you.”

A) “There’s a young playgirl coming here from Ida who wants to make an impression by throwing some money around at a party in the inner city. She wants a few escorts, and is only accepting beautiful young ladies to keep her cred up. I don’t think it’ll get dangerous, but when that much money’s involved... I’d keep a sidearm, just in case.” +1 Ambition

B) “The Sha’taui Corp wants some info on a rival corporation. It’s being left in a dead drop but they don’t want any of their own official hires being seen at the site -- that’s where you’d come in. Head to the dead drop, get the files, get out. Should be easy.” +1 Naivety

C) “Or, there’s this one... kinda two sides to this. There’s a shipment of q’orrine slaves being shipped from Ida across Au territory, which leaves them vulnerable. Mistress-Commander Shoda wants someone to make sure these slaves make it to their destination without any tampering...” +1 Aggression

D) “...Or, there’s a q’orrine commando named Aia who wants someone to free them. She has a squad of freedom fighters ready to set out, but she needs a nauelli with a credfile to get her in.” +1 Decency