The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH48

The door buzzed as Jeremy put his shirt on. A tap on his tablet opened it. “Come on in! I’m just about ready!”

He grabbed the new jacket and threw it on, turning to exit the bedroom, and stopped. Toom and Xen stood in the opening, looking at him.

“That’s not going to work,” Toom said, displeased. He wore pants of an almost sheer material that, when folds created shadows on it, let him see the fur it covered, as well as enough hints to the cock and balls that he’d know what his friend’s private part looked like even if they weren’t intimate.

“Yeah,” Xen said, stretching the word. “You can’t be seen with us covered in so much clothing.” This friend wore….

“What are you basically not wearing?” Jeremy asked. The only piece of fabric covered his friend’s genitals, but in such a way he might as well not have anything on. The fabric clung to it, taking on the shape of the balls and cock.

“You like?” Xen turned. It was held in place by a strip that went between his legs and in his ass crack, covering what was there, but also pushing the cheeks apart. The string around his waist keeping both from falling off was more noticeable there.

“Aren’t there distraction laws on the station? Isn’t that going to land you in a cell?”

“The distracting parts are covered,” his friend replied smugly.

Jeremy pointed to Toom’s pants. The current fold-caused shadows only letting him make out the bottom of his balls. “That can be argued as being covered. Yours is basically painted on.”

“That wouldn’t be accepted,” Xen said. “The Federation requires even ceremonial attire to be attire, regardless of how we would do it on Kelser.”

“Ceremonial?”

His friend nodded. “Yes. This is the ceremonial attire to attend Danirag’s Ceremony of Joy.”

“A ceremony to the Kelsirian god of pleasure is taking place on a Federation station?”

“In Kelser space,” Toom said.

“Not that it matters,” Xen added. “The Federation respects all species’ god-related ceremonies. So I can wear this—”

“That doesn’t even qualify as wearing anything,” Jeremy objected.

“—On any station, so long as I am heading to a related ceremony.”

“And people throw ceremonies to Danirag on a station where other species might walk in? Or is this a private thing?”

“It’s very public,” Toom said.

“Danirag isn’t particular about who takes part,” Xen said.

“Or if they even know they’re taking part,” Toom added with a grin.

“You said we were going dancing.”

“And dancing will happen,” Xen said.

“With you saying it’s for Danirag, I’m suspicious of the kind of dancing you’re referring to.”

“Dancing is dancing,” Toom said. “You know. Bodies pressed together, rubbing against each other until the song’s climax.”

“And after, no one needs to break apart just because one climax has happened.”

“Okay, you two are definitely talking about sex.”

“No, we’re talking about dancing,” Toom said, grinning. “In a club that will have music with the speed and intensity you like.”

“Let me guess. A Leisure club.”

“The Federation doesn’t recognize Kelsirian designation,” Xen said.

Jeremy looked from one friend to another. “You two are so planning something.” He sighed. “But I agreed, so I’m not backing out.”

“Good,” Toom said, walking past him. “Xenni, get him out of those while I print him something more appropriate.”

“Hey,” Jeremy protested. “I didn’t agree to a change of clothing.”

“You want to be dressed appropriately for the club,” Xen said, hand roaming up his chest and shoulders, pushing the jacket off. “Don’t you?” He rubbed his muzzle against Jeremy’s cheek, and the rest of his body against his front, fingers unbuttoning the shirt. “You wouldn’t want to offend my god, would you?”

“I don’t even….” Jeremy’s panting kept him from finishing.

Xen licked his neck. “That’s the spirit, let Danirag fill you.”

“Don’t overdo it,” Toom said. “Remember, he needs longer to recharge than we do.”

“But he can stand so much more teasing until that happens.”

“Which is going to be more interesting to watch at the club.”

“Opaque,” Jeremy managed to squeak as Xen’s hand slipped in his pants. He dreaded the idea Toom would put him in something like he was wearing.

“I can do opaque,” his friend replied.

Xen pushed Jeremy back, who tripped and fell on the bed. As soon as his feet left the floor, his pants were pulled off. Somehow, his shirt was also not on him anymore.

“You know, he might be more appealing to the crowd like this,” Xen said.

Jeremy lifted his head and glared at his friend over his erection.

“But then, we’d need to arrange for the people at the club to come here,” Toom said. “And I’m not the one trying to convince the captain to let all those strangers on the ship.”

“You are his best friend,” Xen said.

“That’s not enough to get him to agree.” He handed Jeremy pants. “Put that on.”

They were light gray, and loose, so he sat on the edge of the bed and put them on, standing to raise them to his hips.

“They’re too loose,” he said, holding them up.

Toom took hold of them and batted his hand away. “I’ll take care of that, just need to make sure everything’s arranged properly first.”

Jeremy epped in surprise as his friend cupped his balls and pushed his no longer softening cock against his stomach. Then removed his hand, and the pants tightened.

“Fuck.” Jeremy swallowed at the pressure around his cock and balls.

“Oh, the Pants of Fertility,” Xen exclaimed. “I would never have thought of those.”

“Fertility?” Jeremy’s voice rose as the pants did something that made his cock vibrate.

“That’s going to keep him nice and presenting,” Toom said.

“I fucking swear,” Jeremy panted. “If I end up in a cell, I am going to make you two pay.”

“All covered up,” Xen said. “So that’s up to Station code.”

Jeremy groaned. “You realize I’m going to cum the way this is going, right?”

“Nah, this is made to keep you at the ready until the females present themselves.”

“I’m not—”

“That’s the ceremonial use for them. To ensure the family is large. There won’t be any females over you here.”

“Oh, they will be over him,” Xen said, chuckling. “But they won’t be expecting to be impregnated.”

The shirt was just like the pants, and Jeremy eyed his friend suspiciously as he put it on. It wouldn’t close in front, and instead of tightening, it seemed to be so loose the lightest motion caused it to flutter and expose skin.

“At least let me put my jacket on. I’m going to freeze in this.”

“The station is kept warmer than the ship,” Toom said. “Most species prefer temperatures around the ones you’re comfortable at.”

Xen pressed himself against Jeremy, hands under the shirt. “And I’ll keep you warm until then.”

“There is no fucking way we’re making it off the ship dressed like this, with your hands all over me.” Jeremy pulled a boot close with a foot and slipped it in, daring his friends to protest. Once he had the other on, they left his home.

*

The club wasn’t as loud as Jeremy expected, for being off the ship, but it was busy, and…. “You said this wasn’t a Leisure club.” A lot of the people weren’t wearing anything.

“I said that the Federation doesn’t recognize Kelsirians designations,” Xen replied, grinning. “This is a pleasure club.”

“Xen. I didn’t agree to sex with….” He motioned to the other species.

“You aren’t here to have sex,” his friend said. “You’re here to have a good time, whatever that looks like for you. I’m going to be having sex. A lot of it.”

“Not as much as him,” Toom said, “but that’s also part of my plans.”

“With…” he motioned again.

“Kelsirians for me,” Toom said.

“Whoever’s willing,” Xen said.

“If I’d known—”

“Which is why we didn’t give you the details,” Toom said. “Look, there are no Earthers on the station. I checked. This is a cross-species pleasure club. That means that other than forcing the other to participate, you can do whatever you want with whomever you want. Just let loose and have fun, Jer. Even if that just means dancing for you. At least here you’ll be able to exhaust yourself.”

“I am so making both of you pay for this at some point,” Jeremy grumbled, then stepped deeper into the club. His friends followed him for a few steps, then Xen moved to a Ridoshi. Not long after, Toom ran a hand along the side of another Kelsirian, and they were moving together.

Left to himself, Jeremy found a printer located in a column, and cursed. He’d again forgotten to bring his recipes. He found something without alcohol among the selection of Kelsirian drinks. As much as he might be able to benefit from alcoholic courage, he was worried that would end up being the courage to dump his friends and run back to the ship.

He studied the people moving to the music while drinking, trying to work out how to start.

He’d read up on the Federation species enough he could recognize them, and each was distinctive enough he would have told them apart even if he hadn’t known their names. What he hadn’t looked into was what each looked like naked. He had looked into Kersosterans after Bob signed up on their ship, and it was clear the relationships there were sexual as well as business. Their genitals were surprisingly Earther and Kelsirian-like. A penis for the males, a vagina for the females. Males were much larger than either species, so they were bigger there too. Jeremy had felt nothing when looking at the images.

Now, looking at all those species, he found he was curious about the differences.

At a glance, Taournians, Kersosterans, Kelsirians, Shimbarian were the most similar to Earthers, although he’d had to wait until he saw an erect Shimbarian before he could tell with them, since they had a sheath covering their penis, and it was attached to their stomach.

Dromian had a similar body shape, but lacked genitals the way Jeremy recognized them. What he read about them placed their physiognomy closer to plants than animals. They ate, but needed unfiltered light to ‘digest’ their food.

The Ridoshi were the most alien to him, looking more like insects than anything else he could identify. As such, even watching them move together with nothing covering their carapace, he couldn’t identify anything that might be genitals.

The Saladins were featureless as well, sexually, as far as he could tell, even if their bodies were much like his otherwise. He couldn’t tell if the color of their skin, as the group danced, was because of the colored lights, or their emotions.

The how to join the dancers was taken care of for him when scaly hands moved from his shoulder to his chest, the Taournian pressing against him, and getting Jeremy to move along with the music. Then they were facing each other, moving closer, then further and close again.

When he was away, a Shimbarian moved before him. The male pressed himself and, after checking his previous partner was dancing with someone else, he moved with his new one. There was a lot of undulating in dancing with the Shimbarian. There was also a scent. Not unpleasant, but strong to the point of being pungent.

Jeremy had a sense of what that meant when the male moved onto a Shimbarian female, and she buried her muzzle in the long fur with an eagerness he responded with by pressing against her and thrusting. Jeremy looked away and found himself dancing with a group of Kelsirians who nuzzled and licked his exposed skin. One even reached into his pants, and Jeremy came.

He’d been kept primed by the thing.

Then he needed a rest, which they accompanied him to. The rest wasn’t overly restful, but he certainly enjoyed their company as much as they enjoyed each other. Once he caught his breath from that, he was back on the dance floor and found himself between a pair of Kersosteran who sniffed and licked him. They said things he didn’t understand in tones he did, also made clear by the erections pressing against him. He declined their invitation in Federalize and wasn’t sure they understood, since they kept moving with him. But they eventually moved on.

Alone, Jeremy let the music take him. It was a fast rhythm with a beat that matched his own and drove him along as it sped up and slowed. When he noticed he wasn’t alone, it was a group of Saladins, their skins multicolored as they threw their heads back and screamed.

He wasn’t sure they were even aware he was there.

With one of the slow pieces, Toom found him and they danced, rubbing muzzle against cheeks, whispering promises and threats that had Jeremy shove the Kelsirian against a column and made good on one right there.

Then they were dancing again until the music was too fast for his friend.

He danced and rested. Danced some more, rested again. He had sex with some Kelsirians, and offers from every compatible species, and, he thought, a Ridoshi, but while it said things as they moved together, its translator was more garbled than words.

When he walked off the dance floor for what he decided was the last time, he found a Kelsirian-designed couch and fell into it. Not long after that, a Kelsirian was there too, and before he protested to the roaming hands and tongue, he realized it was Xen. His friend was undulating over him when Toom joined them, and they enjoyed each other’s company for a while, then lay together until a loud piece came on, and they agreed they’d had enough.

Leaving the club proved harder than walking to the exit. They had to cross the dance floor, and someone kept trying to pull one of them into dancing. When they finally made it outside, they were laughing, and his friends needed to hold on to the wall while panting.

“I’m still going to make you both pay,” Jeremy promised.

“Oh, I certainly hope so,” Toom said, grinning.

“Don’t think it’s going to be as fun.”

“I don’t think anything can be as fun as that was,” Xen said. “I have not been taken in so many different ways in years.”

“What about you, Jer?” Toom asked. “I smell Shimbarian on you.”

He laughed. “I had a few dances with them. One was very forward. I had offers from just about every species. Only accepted Kelsirians. As flattering as it was, I can’t say I’m interested in them.”

“You have no idea what you are missing,” Xen said, grinning.

“That’s okay. My friends and shipmates are plenty for me.”

They headed off, stopping at food kiosks to try what was offered. It was a rare time Jeremy saw his friends eat things that weren’t prepared chunks of meat they speared with a claw.

Meat on bones that reminded him of chicken, but denser. Meats floating in broth, his friends made a game of trying to claw, while Jeremy drank the liquid until he could tip the bowl over to get the meat.

He had no idea where they were on the station, in relation to the ship, when a female called out in a derisive tone.

“So, you are still using your cock to get people to like you.”

They turned, and Xen lost all his jovialness. The female wore pants and a vest in gray, like the two males with her.

“When my father told me you’d be on the station, I didn’t believe him. After all, the wretched of a female that your mother is isn’t here.”

“Didn’t anyone tell you me and her parted ways years ago? Or is your father so out of favor with your Halanos you don’t hear the Tal’s gossip?”

“Watch what you say about our father, wrinkle cock,” the male on her left said.

“You need to get a brain augment,” Xen replied. “Your insults suck worse than you ever did.” He turned. “Come on. They aren’t worth our time.”

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me, Xenial Ok Halan.”

His friend froze. When he turned, Jeremy saw an expression he’d never seen before. Restrained anger. “Be very careful how you address me, Arianikal Droma Tal’Halan. I am family. That I be on a Tal ship or not.”

She snorted. And Jeremy interposed himself. “Okay, that’s enough. You’re insulting my friend.”

“What kind of animal did you fuck?” she asked in disdain.

“Maybe we should break it,” the male to the left said. “See how the Ok, likes it.”

“Xen, tell them that if they don’t watch what they say about you, I am going to make them pay.”

“Jer,” Toom warned. “We can’t fight on the station.”

“Fight?” the other male said, rubbing his hands. “Oh, I am so up for that. There’s a private room not far from here.”

“Jer,” Xen warned. “You don’t want to get mixed up in this.”

“Short name?” she exclaimed. “Oh. I definitely want to watch his expression when we claw his little toy to shreds.”

“Xen, I don’t let my friends be insulted. And they have no idea what I can do to them. Toom, what are the legal dangers of us fighting in a private room?”

His friend hesitated, looking at the people facing them. “The Station doesn’t intervene in what happens in private unless someone lodges a complaint to the adjudicators.”

She snorted. “The Tal don’t go to the authorities. We take care of our troubles ourselves.”

“Tell them to lead the way, Xen.”

“Jer, don’t.”

“Trust me, Xen. I can deal with them.”

His friend sighed and whispered. “They aren’t who I’m worried about.” He then looked at his relatives. “Take us to your humiliation, since you are so insistent on it.”