Because the image is focused on what matters most, allow me to add a morsel of context before moving on to the accompanying tale.
This pairing, like Ase and Shale below, comes out of a game I run occasionally with the artist. It's a sandbox game rooted in the notion that every now and then, it's good to play something mindless with no higher goal than to blow things up, craft ridiculous arguments, and throw a variety of hot sci-fi characters into each others' pants.
Rakheem--the male with the blue tool--is inspired very loosely by a bearded dragon, and colored like some fantastical lizard I found in a google image search while I was drunk.
Reoti--the blue tool recipient--is something of a cross between an elf and a succubus. In space. Because, well, we could.
As you can tell, he's much, much bigger than she is.
While the majority of the game revolves around explosions and crew-centric drama, I did, in my spare time, take the time to write two stories about these two doin' it, each with a completely different tone and meant, as a pair, to highlight the complicated relationship of two very different people with very different cultures living together in a very violent and hostile universe.
The first story, and by far the longer one, is intentionally ridiculous and meant for laughs as much as erotic value. It's also by far the more graphic of the two, and therefore best suited for an introduction to the setting and characters.
If these stories prove popular, I may write more with them.
Here's the snippet:
Reoti
grinned, reveling in the klop-klop of her heavy, feminized military work boots,
the tops of which ran halfway up her otherwise bare calves. A form-fitting
green-and-brown miniskirt ran just low enough to obscure her groin, at least as
long as she stood straight up. And just over that, she wore a matching military
uniform—albeit entirely too tight in all the right places to be authentic. The
top three buttons had been undone and her heavy breasts strained against the
tailored fabric, revealing everything short of what he wanted most. She wasn’t
wearing a bra.
Sitting
up just a bit, Rakheem stared, dumbfounded. His curiosity over the origin and
purpose of such a get-up was being outdone only by the all-too-familiar
sensation of swelling. Of desire. Tilting his head the other way, he leaned
forward a little, looking her up and down. “…What…?”
Leaning
forward just far enough to present her ample cleavage, she eyed him up and
down, appraisingly. “Feeling any better… sir?”
Rakheem’s
mouth fell open, then shut, then open again as he caught a familiar scent. Well,
two, really. Lubricant, both of the natural and warming varieties. Realization
slowly sunk in. That swelling grew worse. Costume. This was a… costume. She put this on. For him. And
now he was supposed to play along.
So, without further ado, I present to you: MRofEdLV. That stands for, 'Mindless Rutting of Elven dash Lizard Variety'.
Enjoy, if you're into that kind of thing.
Rakheem awoke to a thump on the side
of his head. Eyes still closed, the massive reptile groaned quietly. Another
thump followed, right above his ear, then another on his jaw. As his partner’s
tiny fist struck again, he wondered how long she’d been beating on him. He rolled
to his back with a frustrated grunt, his special-order giganto-large mattress creaking
under his weight.
He
felt like death.
“Hey,
dong-face!” Reoti snapped. Her nude form crawled up Rakheem’s hulking form,
scaling him like a mountain of pillows. She leaned in close, her face inches
from his, waiting.
A
single blue-yellow eye opened, glaring up at the face of his elf-like
companion. He imagined throwing her off the bed. Temptation struck.
Reoti’s
pale lips twisted into a grin, basking in her victory over his slumber. “Hi
there.”
