Page 77 of My Wild Pet

I’m at an event for trainers and judges. Maybe it’s my own insecurities, but I think I hear my name murmured between false smiles.

“The Wild One,” they’re saying. “Aefre’s lost his mind. First Fifi and now this?”

I catch the sideways glances and sudden excuses people make when I approach them. I hear Ash’s name in whispers as I pass. They all know she came from the Abyssal Nexus, deemed too feral, even for Octopods, which is a low bar indeed. They think I’m out of control.

Maybe I am?

A trainer from Callix Prime comes over to me, her glossy attire nearly as distracting as her serpentine grace. “I hear your pairing is…unconventional,” she says, voice dripping with politeness. “A wild human from the Abyssal Nexus? That’s quite bold even for you, Aefre.”

“It’s strategic. I knew from the moment I saw Ash that she was resilient. And her bond with Ember more than meets the basic requirement for the Championships.” I almost add more but I stop myself. My history here speaks for itself, even if these people want to momentarily forget that.

I can tell that that wasn’t what she was expecting me to say. So with another polite word she leaves me to find someone else to fish for weaknesses.

I return to my little area of the room alone. In these circles, revealing too much is a mistake. I watch the other trainers position themselves.This is the first competition of the Grand Championships,I think.

I exhale and straighten my posture. Tomorrow, training begins in the arenas. If they want to whisper, let them. I’ll show them what a ‘wild human’ can do and I’ll remind them why my name once sparked more than just idle gossip.

I’m poring over a holographic simulation of the competition arena when Kaelin arrives. “You look worried. Has something happened?”

I nod, turning the simulation off. “I’m analyzing… Ash and Ember are good. But this year’s line-up is fierce. The Callix Prime team, the Aria-7 hybrids… they’re near flawless.”

“Perfection isn’t invincible. Ash and Ember’s advantage is their chemistry.”

“Chemistry that might be built on a false foundation,” I remind him. “We both know what we did.”

“We had no choice. We couldn’t create trust out of thin air. Plus we know from experience the hormones only nudge theiremotions. Their trust is real. You’ve seen how they protect each other.”

“You’re right. I’ve witnessed that spark between them. There’s something genuine there, false hormones or not.”

“Enough about that for now,” Kaelin says, “We can’t do anymore. We need to decompress. I’ve heard the best dancer in the galaxy just arrived at the hotel. I could arrange a private performance here.”

I almost smile at the idea. It feels indulgent, but maybe that’s exactly what I need—a momentary escape before the madness of the Championships truly begins. “Hire her. We can set tomorrow’s strategy after we’ve cleared our heads.”

Kaelin nods, already reaching for his IC.

She calls herself Kresh of Nara, and she’s known across star systems simply as the best. I’ve witnessed performances from countless dancers, humans, aliens, hybrids, but Kresh is on another plane entirely.

She moves with a fluidity that defies ordinary anatomy. Four slender arms move in perfect synchronicity, each limb adorned with bioluminescent tattoos that shimmer like starlight against her deep violet skin. Her head is crowned with delicate tendrils like hair, but they pulse shifting colors, mirroring the rhythm of the music. When she gazes at me, I notice she has three eyes, each a different hue, lavender, gold, and midnight blue, giving her an aura that is erotically hypnotic.

Her dancing is more than just a dance. It’s a fusion of styles from half a dozen worlds, Sedar wave dance, Thae ribbon art, even the subtle floating twirls from the Sasser Nebula tribes. She draws them together seamlessly, stepping beyond merechoreography. Every shift of her hips and every splay of her fingers, is deliberate, drawing me into her trance.

But there’s something else. Something about her presence. It’s as though she can reach inside my mind and command my attention without a word. Perhaps it’s a gift of her species, or maybe it’s her own unique talent. Either way, Kresh has my full attention.

As the dance continues she gets on her knees in front of me and begins moving in a sensual way that mimics sex. Then she turns on her side and it looks as if she’s aching to be touched, running one of her purple hands up her thigh, bringing the hem of her dress with her. She licks her violet lips looking at Kaelin.

Then she turns her back to both of us and lifts up her skirt and begins moving back and forth as if she’s having sex with the air. Slowly she lifts up her skirt more so we can see both of her vaginas and the small tongues inside of them. I’ve only had sex with a Naraian once, but it was exquisite. The females have a small tongue inside each of their vaginas that can caress and their vaginas have the ability to suck as well. I’m becoming aroused just watching her pump her hips, her holes opening and closing with expertise and desire.

Then she turns around again and slowly removes her shirt, revealing one breast at a time. She has three breasts and she uses three of her hands to pull on her three nipples while she continues to move her hips in a rhythmic motion. The sound of her costume hypnotic. Then she leans back and puts her legs up and down. Her skirt rising and falling as her vagina tongues lick their lips at us. Beckoning us to them.

I look over at Kaelin and he gives me a smile.

Kresh gets on her knees again and gives us her back. This time her skirt is around her waist so we have a good view of herass which is also covered in tattoos. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t resist. I reach out and grab a cheek.

She turns around in complete surprise. “No Master Trainer. I’m not that kind of woman.” She looks down with all three of her eyes feigning innocence. I know this is part of the show too. To seduce her. It’s a man’s fantasy in a matriarchy where we ask women for permission for sex.

“Is it your first time?” I ask, playing along.

Kresh gyrates her purple naked hips again making her costume jingle. “Yes. I’ve never had any penises inside of me. I don’t know how it will feel, but I have this aching.” She runs two of her hands over her sex and plays with her little tongues in her vagina with her fingers. “My little holes are so hungry, but I don’t know how to feed them. Do you? Can you help me?”

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