They are Smol - And Lewd! F Dorarizin/M Human Rando Oneshot

Happy Smutday, everybody!


So as you may or may not have known, TPH has grown from one smol, screaming horse to a smol screaming horse and two other writers. This allows us to not only keep up TaS, but also Technically Sentient - which will be dropping a new chapter Tuesday - as well as produce smut of both universes! And I mean, a lot of smut.


A lot of smut.


So, this is our first new smut author/setup here; Once a month we'll be posting a random smutty oneshot to Reddit, and once a month a completely different, democratically voted smutty oneshot will be posted to the Patreon for the people who make all of this possible.


So, here we are! Two randos in the TaS universe, doin' the thing:


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“No, no - Mmmfh!” Aaron growled in the kiss, pressing his hand against his larger girlfriend’s muzzle and pushing away. Myrref-of-Nzregreh whined as he broke the kiss, nipping playfully at his palm.


“[Nobody comes down this far into maintenance - will you just relax already?]”


“Yeah, and you said that last time about the custodial closet on deck 4F-”


“[One time.]” Growled Myrref, huffing as she leaned back - still pressing the human against the ship’s wall. “[Literally the one time the lieutenant decided to do inventory on this entire voyage - and it’s not like I knew th-]”


A gentle boop on her nose stopped her rant, her ears flicking back and forth frustratingly.


“Look, all I’m saying is…”


Myrref whined softly, planting a broad and warm lick against Aaron’s forhead - he signed in resignation.


“I’m never going to hear the end of it. Fine. Just this once, we’ll fuck at work, bu-uuaah PUT ME DOWN-”


Clicking her teeth happily, with boyfriend slung over her shoulder, Myrref-of-Nzregreh dashed down the maintenance corridor; being maintenance manager had it’s perks, among them the knowledge of the lesser-known corridors, shortcuts and…


With a triumphant beep an unused door slid open, the lights turning on under the background hum of the air circulation kickstarting itself after months of disuse.


What greeted Aaron once he was put down (and got his bearings again) was a clean but unused EER - emergency encampment room. Basically, it’s a self-contained place to bunker down and live in if your part of the ship rapidly decompressed and you were shit outta luck in escaping, and its’ utilitarian design spoke to that goal: One denpile, one kitchen, one toilet, and a wall of MREs and various other survival bric-a-brac.


As the door slid shut on the EER, the two looked between themselves. Myrref was the first to speak, pulling her adorable human companion to her chest as she yipped with excitement.


“[Alone at last!]” she declared triumphantly, though quietly. She buried her muzzle in [Aaron’s] head-fur, pulling him close, though careful not to hold him too tight as he did likewise to her chest. She dropped down onto her haunches, placing her chin atop his head as tail flitted to and fro behind her.


“How long do you think we have before someone notices we’re gone?” [Aaron] asked as he pressed his face into her broad, muscular neck. He could feel as she begin tugging his pants down with her massive, powerful hands.


“[Long enough!]” she replied with a grin, showing off all three rows of sharp, pearly-white teeth. As she let [Aaron] take a step back he nearly tripped as his pants were now around his ankles. He recovered, only to stumble again as he saw the mouthful of fangs, breath hitching in his throat.  They were a stark, sparkling reminder of her place as apex predator. He felt his heart flutter in his chest and his compression shorts bulge slightly as he beheld them. She began to strip her shirt off in turn revealing four rows of dark-skinned teats, just barely poking out from beneath the soft fur of her underbelly. The bulge grew as he took deep breath before pulling his own shirt off rather hastily.


Rolling over and laying herself out on the floor, Myrref began clumsily kicking her pants off as she pulled [Aaron] up to straddle her abdomen. He chuckled nervously as her claws tenderly caressed his slender abdomen. While they had the strength to tear deep furrows in his lean frame, they left no more than slight indentations and a sensuous exhilaration in their wake. He could feel two firm nubs pressing into the undersides of his thighs as he rested there, just above the band of her own compression shorts. Laid out before him, Aaron could see four gently sloping mounds rising up from beneath her fur. He placed his hands on her chest and shifted forward slightly. She responded with clacking teeth and a rumble in her throat, hands sliding down to rest on his thighs.


“That didn’t hurt, did it?” Aaron asked, glancing over his shoulder at the pert, dark-skinned teat that his shift had exposed. He could hear Myrref’s tail struggle to wag beneath her as she lifted her thighs up, claws clacking against the hard floor beneath them as her thighs lifted, knees bending.


“[Not at all,]” she growled heartily, “[keep doing it.]”


“I thought you said I was gonna be in charge this time,” he teased, running his hands through her fur and finding two of the slight, broad mounds. Unlike the rest of her muscular build, they felt soft beneath his fingers as they pressed into her flesh gingerly. They felt strangely like a human’s – what he’d been told they felt like at the very least, and each large enough to fill his palm with, though on her frame they still seemed rather small. Her mouth opened up as she let out a breathy, quiet moan, again showing off her rows of jagged teeth. Aaron could feel his heart rate quicken again at the sight, adrenaline flooding his veins as her tongue slid across them lascivously.


“[That feels great,]” she whined, “[but don’t be afraid to be rougher. You can’t hurt me.]”


“Like this?” he asked as he pressed one of the plump nipples between his fingers, squeezing and tugging at it gently. She yipped.


“[Just like that!]” came her reply, panting with anticipation as she placed a hand on his back, tugging him forward ever so slightly.


“I’ll do one better,” he replied with a grin, before leaning in, brushing the fur aside to give his lips access to one of the broad nipples. They were perhaps as long and thick as the end of his finger, and felt warm and firm against his lips. As they began to pull at the dark, sensitive skin, Myrref wiggled pleasantly beneath him. One hand kept his chest pressed against her abdomen as the brush of coarse fur gave hint to him that her other arm was reaching past him.


“[You’re adorable, you know that?]” she mewled as he continued to work at her primary set of breasts, one with his hand and the other with his mouth. Her thick, muscular fingers tucked beneath the waistband of his shorts, tugging at them gently with a whine.


“Alright, alright, I’ll let you see it,” he chuckled as he released her breasts. The massive hands on his back finally began to slide off as he stood up, legs apart. The position was a bit awkward for him, massive frame resting between his spread legs, as he began to remove his shorts. His waistband had already been tugged down to the top of his thighs and he made short work of finishing the job, generous tool popping free as he did so.


Myrref could not help but stifle an uncharacteristic titter, more of a barking chuff than a proper chuckle. “[Still adorable,]” she stated with a grin.


“Your turn, then,” he replied. It wasn’t an insult, it was a challenge, and he just hoped she was ready for him. He wasn’t about to be laughed at, though, even if she was as adorable as she was terrifying. He shook his head clear - now wasn’t the time for doubts, but courage. Aaron scrambled back to kneel between her legs, hooking his fingers under the shorts that kept her sex yet hidden and tugging at them. With just a bit of help getting them free, he managed to pull them up all the way to her knees, and she clumsily kicked them off the rest of the way. He could not help but lean in to examine the now-exposed alien, teardrop of a plump, fuzzy sex. As it twitched and contracted slightly in the cool air, it was as if the orifice itself was begging for him. Round and thick at the bottom, with a gentle cleft that gave the impression of an inverted, lewd heart. The mound itself was like a valley, with the dark opening to her hot cavity at the lowest point. It was as if she was begging to be filled, and Aaron grinned ferally at the memoray of how it would feel around him. The point of the drop protruded out towards him, and seemed to be engorging slowly as he watched.  He placed his fingers against the slit at the center, spreading it slightly to behold a small, hungrily contracting pit. A thick, glistening strand of arousal hung between the two burning hot, plump clefts of her funnel-like mound.


“[Put it in already!]” she whined with anticipation, placing her powerful paw behind him and pulling him forward, pressing the underside of his shaft against the firm, protruding peak of her mound. With an eager yip her teeth clicked and chattered, and he could feel her fuzzy tail flicking back and forth between his legs, tickling his thighs.


He began to stroke the inside of her thighs eagerly, grinding his tool against her engorged mound, eliciting another hearty, mewling yip from her before he finally drew back enough to press the head of his rod against the hood of her sex. His glans dragged across her hot, drooling flesh, his own skin tingling as he pushed in. It almost felt as if she grabbed him, the pulsing, rhythmic contractions of her walls like a vacuum pulling him in deeper and deeper. She let out another soft clicking moan, and as her thighs wrapped around him he could feel a shiver roll up his spine. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her third set of breasts, squeezing them as he did his best to keep from climaxing already. The sensation was always beyond words for him, the contraction of her walls like rocking, steady waves around him as she desperately tried to pull him in deeper. She whined softly, looking up at him.


“[Please? Please more~]” she mewled.


“Just . . . just relax, and let me do my thing.”


“[Y-yeah, alright,]”


“You feel amazing,” he added, and as she released his vice-like grip on him he began to pull out. It was a slow process, inching in carefully to keep himself from finishing too early. He was almost overwhelmed immediately by the hot, velvety sensation of her sex hugging him from every side. As he pushed in again he could feel her depths pulling him inward, downward, rubbing against her far wall as he leaned forward to accommodate the angle. She let out a low, clicking growl as he pushed in again.


“[Do that again,]” she added, tilting her head back.


He continued with his slow, careful pace, pulling out again as she seemed to pull eagerly to keep him inside, before plummeting in again. After a few thrusts, he noticed a pattern; around the time he hilted inside her, he’d hit a soft and particularly warm spot inside her, and she’d let out a gasping yip of a moan. It only took a couple more thrusts like that – and the yips that came with them – before he made it his goal to keep rubbing that spot, as often as he could manage it. The heat, the yips and moans, the sensation was exhilarating, veins flooding with adrenaline as he brought the massive creature beneath him to heel. That’s what the primal subconscious told him, at least, and he was far too enraptured with the intense, pulsing copulation to argue.


He could feel the tingling sensation of her fluids rolling down the inside of his thighs as his thrusts, and his breaths were growing quick and short. It was coming, and soon. That primal feeling, that ecstatic buzz that hung over his thoughts told him to bury himself, as deep as he could, inside that hot, vice-like, velvety sex as was humanly possible. With a halting, heavy groan he did exactly that, burying his face in the soft fur of her underbelly as he exploded inside her. The warm, wet seed disappeared inside her as his fingers held fast to the thick muscles on either side of her abdomen. As his chest heaved and he inhaled her rich, thick earthen scent, her firm, massive paw ran down along his spine.


A few moments passed as he recovered, her incredible walls still milking him hungrily. Another shock of pleasure was sent up his spine with each firm tug at his sensitive shaft, pulling another halting moan from him. Her powerful thighs were still wrapped around him, holding him there as she continued to stroke him. Sharp claws drew thin lines up his back, another reminder of the raw power contained in her massive frame.


“Gotta . . . pull out . . .” he groaned, panting and groaning into her fur. The pressure on his waist abated and he finally managed to draw back, kneeling between her legs as his shaft entered the relatively cool air of the EER’s atmosphere, the fluid having an incredible effect. His skin was tickling, tingling, almost burning under the coating of her arousal, and the sensation was beyond anything he’d ever experienced previous. She leaned forward, gently nuzzling him onto his back before beginning to lap at his shaft with her broad, rough tongue. She began cleaning him up and finally giving him some relief from the intense sensation of her juices. As Aaron finally caught his breath, he began to relax, head clearing of its basal, overwhelming urges. His nostrils were still full of his scent, and while his relatively primitive nose could make little sense of it . . . he knew for certain that he liked it, and wanted more. Perhaps he hadn’t completely recovered from his climactic bliss, but it was enough to process what was happening.


“Can’t . . . not ready. Need . . . some time . . .” he stated as her tongue continued to lavish his cock with a flurry of long, affectionate licks.


“[Then . . . my turn,]” she whined in reply, grinning and showing off those incredibly long, sharp teeth of hers. He nodded eagerly, almost sheepishly, as she shifted around to place her knees on either side of his chest. Sitting up, he found himself at head level with her glistening, drooling sex. The scent was intoxicating, filling his nostrils with an incredible sense of intense . . . lust. It was hot, humid, and musky – he was sure there was some sort of nuance completely beyond him and his perception, but he didn’t care about that at the moment.


He leaned in and placed his lips around the protruding tip of her hood, pulling at it as she yipped in excitement. Her tail flicked back and forth above his head as his mouth and tongue began to prickle under the effect of her viscous lust.


“[A-Aaron,]” she groaned softly, “[keep doing that!]” He slid two of his fingers inside, and as she clamped down he thought they were going to be crushed as she urgently, involuntarily drew at them in an attempt to pull them in deeper. He knew he couldn’t get them in deep enough to tickle that soft spot inside her, but she was clearly eager for some sort of penetration. He worked his digits in and out, struggling against the near-airtight vacuum of her powerful muscles as his lips and tongue continued to tease and tug at her drooling peak of her oblong, almost heart-shaped, fuzzy mound. The flavor was heavy, musky, almost savory, and tickled at that primal part of that brain that told him he wanted more.


Before too long, he was back to throbbing hard; he pulled his mouth away and wiped his chin as he stood behind her. He ran his hands through her fur, steadying himself as he did so. The head of his shaft prodded against the base of her tail clumsily, and she yipped with excitement.


“Think we have time for another round?”


“[Don’t care,]” she whined, “[just do iiiit!]”


He placed his hands on her hips, drawing back before pushing his glans up against her swollen, twitching mound. She practically pulled him inside from the first moment he pressed inside, all the way to the hilt with a wet squelch of a slap, and a hearty groan from both as his fingers dug into orange fur around her hips. Myrref relented after a moment, loosening up just enough to let Aaron begin thrusting under his own power, shifting slightly under each short, quick thrust as he plowed at that soft spot deep inside her. Her tail was wagging again, brushing across his chest as she began panting again, looking back at him over her shoulder.


“[Keep it . . . right . . . there!]” she moaned rather powerfully, her sex twitching squeezing him tight again as she let out another hot, low whine. [Aaron] felt a thick gout of her sex squirt out from around his tool and splatter against his thighs as a result of her contractions. He brought his fingers down around her pelvis proper, locking in place over her hips.


She may have tightened up, but it was a far cry from the near-airtight suction of her previous contractions. Eager to reach a second climax of his own [Aaron] redoubled his efforts, grunting heavily as he pounded away at her.  The sound of wet slapping filled the room as he mounted her properly, the massive beast mewling and moaning beneath his powerful thrusts. The rush of adrenaline was back as he watched her mouth hang half-open, teeth clicking and clattering and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Myrref’s ears were folded back, her vocalizations reduced to intense yips and groans. The contractions of her sex were becoming less cohesive, more sporadic as he continued, and it was clear that his continued assault on that spot inside her was having a profound effect on her. Legs trembling beneath his hands, it was all she could do to keep herself upright as he continued. His climax was mounting as well, and as he leaned over her he determined to pound her into the floor, show her how ‘adorable’ he really was. She sealed up around him once again, contractions milking him for all he was worth. [Aaron] did what he could to hold out, but it was not long before he succumbed to her once more.  It was as if she had once again found her rhythm, the pulsing of her walls matched up with the throbbing of his tool. She clamped down with each swell, magnifying the effect rather incredibly.


“Oh, Myrref,” he groaned, slumping over her, pressing his chest into her back and squishing her tail between them in the process.


“[As good as I said it’d be?]”


“Better . . .” he groaned in reply, chest heaving. “…but I better not develop a thing for doing this on the job.”


Myrref, for her part, just grinned.


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“{Nrezriz?}”


The lieutenant looked up from her VR pod, face drooping. “{They’re at it again, Gruzrehn.}”


The older male just laughed, shaking his head. “{Aaah, young love. If only I had his drive, eh? Come on, you can’t deny that relation-ships happen onboard-}”


Lt. Nrezriz-of-Grezf looked at her first mate with dead eyes. “{I thought we agreed - no dad jokes.}”


“{Mmm, I think you’ll remember that was more of a suggestion than a direct order. Besides, it’s not like it’s a big problem-}”


“{They stink of each other all the time-}”


“{Not necessarily a bad thing-}”


“{The room they use needs to be scrubbed clean and decontaminated-}”


“{Don’t they do that themselves?}”


“{I have to watch it because I’m in charge of the [Human]’s protection!}”


“{Aaah, now we get to it. Well, I know how to fix that little problem.}”


“{And how is that?}” Nrezriz growled curiously, sitting back on her haunches.


“{You could always ask to join-}”


“{Out.}” Nrezriz barked over Gruzrehn’s laughter.