Kren and Arga drew up short,
close enough to reach out and touch. However, they made no move to make
contact. Instead Kren trained a light beam at it, bringing bright illumination
to spotlight the thing they’d caught. They stared at something they’d never
seen before.
It had a humanoid appearance,
similar to themselves. The being’s one-colored peach skin was apparently soft as
it was covered in scratches. Kren supposed the small injuries had come about
from the strange animal’s flight through the dense woods. Had it no armor?
Except for the triangle of pelt over its genital area and the mid-back length
of its hair, it showed no signs of protective covering at all.
His gaze kept going to that
fuzzy vee between her thighs when it wasn’t arrested by her rounded breasts
with the fascinating pink points. He’d never seen the creature’s like, but the
signs declared she wasn’t the only one.
Arga voiced the same thoughts.
“It is ready to nurse. Where is its offspring?”
Risnarish women only displayed
breasts when they were in the nursing stage of motherhood. This female was
similar enough to Kren’s people that he had to assume she had given birth
fairly recently. The full breasts, a newborn’s font of nutrition, had no other
reason to be present.
He muttered, “Good question. It
looks like it’s in season as well.”
Kren swallowed hard. Through the
kinky curls of the Tysu’s light-colored pelt, he could plainly see the cleft of
a female sex. It was just like that of the women he had bred with. Did this
thing have a mate nearby along with a baby?
So many questions for this
strange, cringing being. A sense of pity washed over him for the obvious fear
in her strange blue eyes ... eyes with round pupils. How was it possible that
something obviously not Risnarish could possess so many similarities to his
species?
Underlying Kren’s confusion was
the idea that the funny-looking female was pretty in a dainty, exotic fashion.
Fine-boned, too delicate, too defenseless when compared to the hardy creatures
of his planet ... but compelling with her heart-shaped face, wide sky-blue
eyes, and blatantly female exhibition.
Kren didn’t like that he found her
interesting beyond curiosity’s natural call. He didn’t like that he felt
compelled to touch her unstriped skin or that full flowing mane that looked
soft as the linens covering his bed at home. By the Universal Soul, what was wrong
with him?
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