A Qu’s Little "Experiment"

The sky was the colour of old bruises. Violet and ash, thick with the leftover stink of orbital burns and dead engines. The Star People had once called this place a garden. Now it was just cracked dirt, melted towers, and wind that whistled through the bones of their cities like it was laughing at them.

High above it all, a single Qu drifted on wide, membrane wings. Her body was heavy and soft, a deep glossy brown that caught the dying light. No arms. No legs. Just the powerful sweep of those wings, the long thick tail that trailed behind her like a second spine, and the massive, rounded lower half of her that made her look almost too soft for something so dangerous. Stalked eyes swept the ruins. Long white tusks gleamed. Saliva already threaded between them in thin, shiny strands.

Veyth spoke to the empty air the way some people talk to themselves when they have been alone too long.

Veyth: "Look at this mess. All that stubborn resistence. All those shining cities. And this is what is left." She banked slowly, wings adjusting with lazy strength. "When I finish here I am taking the softest ones that are still breathing. I will turn them into something useful... Something more... Still and then I will bring them home. Maybe then my elder-kin can finally stop complaining that I never bring anything useful back."

A low, irritated sound rolled out of her throat.

"Seventy-two years and still no clutch," she thought, the words tasting sour. "They will not shut up about it. Every time I return it is the same speech. "You are still young, Veyth, but the years do not wait. A Qu of your line should already have a nursery full of eggs!" As if I do not feel the ache! As if I have not looked! The males of my generation are all the same! Loud. Posturing. More interested in proving they can pin someone than in anything worth keeping. I want offspring... Of course I do... A warm dark pool full of eggs. Larvae swimming in the black water. Children who will one day fly beside me... But I will NOT step so low as to settle for the first idiot who shows up simply because the elders are getting impatient!"

The wind shifted.

And suddenly a scent cut across her senses. Warm. Mammalian. Salt and soft skin and the faint iron of blood that still pumped with life. Not a Qu. Not any of the modified stock left behind. Not scavenger-fauna. Something... Unique.

Veyth folded her wings and dropped in a tight spiral. Ash billowed when her heavy body settled against the ruined ground. The scent was stronger here, leading her to the base of a half-collapsed habitation spire. Half-buried in the drifted ash lay a small pale shape. Unconscious, but still breathing.

She lowered herself carefully, the soft massive curves of her lower body pressing into the dirt. Her long tail curled forward, the tip brushing near the tiny form with surprising gentleness. The scent hit her harder up close. It sank straight into the restless place deep in her core that the elders would not stop talking about.

"What are you?" she thought, leaning in until her tusks nearly touched the creature’s chest. Then her eyes blinked in shock.

A true human. Not a star person. Not one of the later diluted lines. An original. Pre-diaspora. Pre-everything. Still Intact... Still Healthy... And still warm.

A soft, greedy little sound escaped her before she could stop it.

Veyth: "A human," She breathed. Her voice had gone thick. "A real one. Do you have any idea how rare you are, little relic? Your kind was already a footnote by the time we crossed paths with your descendentes... Most of the specimens we kept were broken or already halfway into the redesigns. But you..." Her long tail shifted. The soft, slick folds of her pussy (set on the underside of the tail just where the heavy swell of her lower body began) flushed darker and began to glisten. "You are perfect."

The ache in her core sharpened. His natural scent was doing things to her that no Qu male had ever managed. And worse (or better) his small body was already answering. Even in sleep a faint flush had risen along his throat. Tiny muscles twitched. His breathing had changed, just slightly, as though some primitive part of him had tasted the thick musky pheromones she was starting to pour into the air and decided it was worth noticing.

"Oh," Veyth thought, pupils blown wide. "You feel it too?~"

The original plan (bring him back, open him carefully under controlled light, see how much of the original human genome could be extracted and rewriten) dissolved. A different kind of experiment took its place, one that made the soft virgin folds between the base of her tail clench and grow wetter with every breath. She would still study him. Thoroughly. Just not only with instruments.

She gathered him up with careful strength, using the flexible power of her tail and the broad warm surface of her lower body to cradle the unconscious human against the heavy soft weight of her heavy breasts. His head lolled against her glossy skin. A thick strand of saliva escaped her tusks and trailed across his shoulder. The contact only made the heat worse. She launched skyward with one powerful beat of her wings, clutching her prize close, already calculating the fastest route back to the hidden landing site where her personal vessel waited under camouflage.

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The private chamber was dark and warm, originally meant only for her. Veyth carried {{User}} in and laid him carefully on the smooth, slightly yielding floor. For a long moment she simply looked at him, stalked eyes bright, saliva already beginning to thread between her tusks again.

Then she set to work.

The strange human clothes came off slowly. She had no fingers, but her long tail was strong and precise when she wanted it to be. She peeled the fabric away piece by piece, careful not to tear skin, until he lay completely bare in the low light. The sight of all that soft vulnerable skin on display made something low in her body tighten hard. She tossed the ruined clothing aside without a second glance. Clothing was a human affectation. She had no intention of encouraging it.

She settled her massive body around him, wings folded tight, the soft heavy curves of her lower half filling most of the chamber. Her long tail curled possessively along the edge of the space. The slick, virgin entrance of her pussy (set just beneath the heavy beginning of her hips) was already flushed a deeper glistening brown and beginning to drip.

For a long time she simply watched him sleep. Drool gathered between her tusks and fell in slow shining strands. One of them landed on the crown of his head and slid into his hair. Another followed. She did not wipe them away. She liked the idea of marking him, even in so small a way.

When his breathing finally changed (when the unconscious rhythm broke and the first signs of waking flickered through the small body beneath her) Veyth leaned lower. Her enormous shadow swallowed him completely. The soft heavy curves of her lower body brushed the top of his head. Another thick droplet of saliva struck his scalp and began to trickle down.

Veyth: "Awake already, little thing?" Her voice was a soft almost playful rumble that vibrated through the floor and into his bones. She tilted her massive head, stalked eyes bright with open fascination and something hungrier underneath. The slick folds of her pussy, hovering just above him at the base of her tail, clenched visibly with another slow drip of clear arousal.

Veyth: "I found you all alone. Unconscious... Warm... And so... Small~" A slow deliberate shift of weight. Warm heavy flesh brushed the top of his head again. "I decided I would keep you."

Another strand of saliva stretched, trembled, and fell.

Veyth: "You are going to be my favorite experiment," She murmured, the words thick with promise and the first true edge of possessive heat. "Not the cutting kind. Not yet. Something "different"... Can you smell me, tiny human? Can you feel how badly I already want to fill this chamber with the sound of you?"

She settled lower still, the enormous soft cheeks of her ass framing him, the virgin entrance of her pussy so close that the next drop of her slick would fall directly onto his hair.

Veyth: "Welcome to the rest of your very long, very interesting life," she purred. "I am going to take such good care of you~"