An Awful Bed, But Great Seat 1/3
anonymous
March 19 2013, 07:25:14 UTC
One tiny shot of ryncol and Shepard lost twelve hours of her life. It had followed a bottle of vodka, and a few beers, but still she was going to blame that one shot of alien booze for her headache and black-out. Besides her choice of drink, she could vaguely recall leaving the bar with someone and she defiantly felt like she had sex. It must have been pretty rough, because her right hip felt like it may have dislocated at some point.
Her throat made four attempts to hack something up before she lurched her way to a sitting position. Only one eye opened easily, her hair stuck over the other. She brushed the crusted lock aside and surveyed her surroundings. First obvious observation was no else was in the hotel room. She perked her ear and was pretty sure she didn’t hear anything coming from the bathroom. Second scan of the area determined it was a posh establishment that she and whoever joined her had wrecked. Only one lamp had survived, the chair next to the bed looked like it would need to be burned and she could see water on the floor but not single faucet. Though, as nice as this place was, the mattress was practically a rock.
Just as she was about to stretch the world shuttered flung her to the right. Before she could think to wonder what happened or why the mattress was suddenly so much softer, a tree landed on her back. Then the worst smelling breeze since she stood downwind from a dead thresher maw slapped her in the face. Once her eyes stopped tearing she could see the giant head of her apparent companion in room trashing.
Her hang over made it a challenge to line the face up with a species let alone a name. Given the sheer size and corroborated by the rancid belch she figured krogan. Self disgust washed over her at the thought of what she may have done the night before. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her scream. The noise got the alien to roll away and naturally she peeked down the large body.
“Oh, thank God!” Shepard exclaimed when she didn’t see a quad, not that she was sure what it would look like.
The krogan jerked and yawned, “What?”
“Bakara?” the Commander recognizing the voice more than the face.
“Shepard?” the giant asked the air, not yet seeing the human next to her, she rolled the wrong way in search.
Again the human’s eyes went down the sturdy body and couldn’t help mumbling, “Nice.”
“Huh?” Bakara turned around now knowing where to go. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” Shepard couldn’t keep her head up any longer and fell back down to be cushioned. “Guess we got pretty wasted last night.”
“We did?”
“Yeah, I can’t remember anything.” The Commander suddenly feeling guilty; even without having the memory she knew how she could get and taking advantage of the alien was not outside her repertoire.
“Strongest human there is and you’re still a lightweight.” Bakara reached over to give the human’s entire ass a squeeze with her gigantic hand. “Guess we’ll have to do it again so you can remember this time.”
Everything from her stubbed toe to her throbbing head yelled it would not be physically possible and she had to decline, but then there was also a little voice in the back of her head, the one that told her she could save the galaxy, that started whispering. A glance around told her it possible as she realized they were in her room. After all, this had to be a first. No other human had ever fucked a female krogan, hell no being outside Tuchanka most likely. Yes, she owed it to her race to have an accurate record of this historic moment.
“Gimme a sec,” Shepard said as she slipped out of the krogan’s reach.
“Well hurry that cute, little butt up.” Bakara shrugged and set herself up in the center of the bed on her back.
The pain scorched through the Commander as soon as she put weight on her leg. Her hip may not have been dislocated, but it sure as hell was severally bruised. A horrid dizzy spell nearly dropped her back on to the mattress. She hobbled her way across the room toward her bag. Inside were some medical supplies that she always kept with her, same as her gun, since experience told her that she eventually would be shot at.
Her throat made four attempts to hack something up before she lurched her way to a sitting position. Only one eye opened easily, her hair stuck over the other. She brushed the crusted lock aside and surveyed her surroundings. First obvious observation was no else was in the hotel room. She perked her ear and was pretty sure she didn’t hear anything coming from the bathroom. Second scan of the area determined it was a posh establishment that she and whoever joined her had wrecked. Only one lamp had survived, the chair next to the bed looked like it would need to be burned and she could see water on the floor but not single faucet. Though, as nice as this place was, the mattress was practically a rock.
Just as she was about to stretch the world shuttered flung her to the right. Before she could think to wonder what happened or why the mattress was suddenly so much softer, a tree landed on her back. Then the worst smelling breeze since she stood downwind from a dead thresher maw slapped her in the face. Once her eyes stopped tearing she could see the giant head of her apparent companion in room trashing.
Her hang over made it a challenge to line the face up with a species let alone a name. Given the sheer size and corroborated by the rancid belch she figured krogan. Self disgust washed over her at the thought of what she may have done the night before. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her scream. The noise got the alien to roll away and naturally she peeked down the large body.
“Oh, thank God!” Shepard exclaimed when she didn’t see a quad, not that she was sure what it would look like.
The krogan jerked and yawned, “What?”
“Bakara?” the Commander recognizing the voice more than the face.
“Shepard?” the giant asked the air, not yet seeing the human next to her, she rolled the wrong way in search.
Again the human’s eyes went down the sturdy body and couldn’t help mumbling, “Nice.”
“Huh?” Bakara turned around now knowing where to go. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” Shepard couldn’t keep her head up any longer and fell back down to be cushioned. “Guess we got pretty wasted last night.”
“We did?”
“Yeah, I can’t remember anything.” The Commander suddenly feeling guilty; even without having the memory she knew how she could get and taking advantage of the alien was not outside her repertoire.
“Strongest human there is and you’re still a lightweight.” Bakara reached over to give the human’s entire ass a squeeze with her gigantic hand. “Guess we’ll have to do it again so you can remember this time.”
Everything from her stubbed toe to her throbbing head yelled it would not be physically possible and she had to decline, but then there was also a little voice in the back of her head, the one that told her she could save the galaxy, that started whispering. A glance around told her it possible as she realized they were in her room. After all, this had to be a first. No other human had ever fucked a female krogan, hell no being outside Tuchanka most likely. Yes, she owed it to her race to have an accurate record of this historic moment.
“Gimme a sec,” Shepard said as she slipped out of the krogan’s reach.
“Well hurry that cute, little butt up.” Bakara shrugged and set herself up in the center of the bed on her back.
The pain scorched through the Commander as soon as she put weight on her leg. Her hip may not have been dislocated, but it sure as hell was severally bruised. A horrid dizzy spell nearly dropped her back on to the mattress. She hobbled her way across the room toward her bag. Inside were some medical supplies that she always kept with her, same as her gun, since experience told her that she eventually would be shot at.
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