Page 74 of I'm Not Your Pet

“I am good,” I replied in his language, giving his tiny hand another squeeze. I yanked him up onto my shoulders as we headed out into the hallway, deciding that today we would bypass the rooms and go straight to the mess hall for breakfast.

Huu-goh was a welcome sweaty weight atop my shoulders, his sweet fingers stroking along my head fin as we moved.

“Captain!” A few cadets greeted me in our tongue, saluting and standing to attention as we passed. Before I could move, Huu-goh saluted back. Their eyes widened, and they glanced at me, and then at the huu-man before murmurs of delight escaped them.

I barked out a laugh, and the two Sahrk’s barked along with me.

“Have a good morning, Nim. Netreit,” I greeted them both.

“See you up top, sir!”

I nodded, amused as they waited until Huu-goh and I walked off before continuing on their own way.

“Captain,” Huu-goh repeated—only it was in my language and not his own. He butchered the syllables, but the word was recognizable. I stiffened, and Huu-goh snickered in delight. “Captain!” He teased, sweet little feet kicking with glee.

Oh dear.

My spots betrayed me and Huu-goh’s cackle turned into a thoughtful hum.

“Red spots,” he purred, back in humanspeak, his soft lips brushing along my fin and making me shiver. “That’s good to know.”

When we returned to our rooms after breakfast Huu-goh used his newfound knowledge for evil. He slurped my cocks down one at a time, sucked and suckled on my sac, and all the while called me “Captain.”

The cool water soothed my body as I sank to the bottom of the pool. It’d been a long time since I’d been down here. Though truthfully I’d been too busy to really miss it. The reason for my absence was swimming directly above my head after all, sweet pale legs kicking. Ripples danced across the sloped sides of the pool as I settled on my back, staring up at Huu-goh, my hearts thumping a peaceful beat.

Before Huu-goh had joined us aboard I’d spent what free time I had working overtime or down here, just as I was now, at the bottom of the large pool on the lowest level of the ship.

Beside what most on board referred to as the “lake”, to our left and right were the ship’s cargo holds. Their chambers were nearly twice the size of the pool itself, which was an incredible feat, considering just how large it was. It had always brought me peace to soak while I protected our cargo.

On days when the ship was quiet and I needed some extra alone time I’d find myself here. Some years I frequented the lake more than others, swimming laps and soaking as I was now—letting the weight of who and what I was disappear for the precious moments the water caressed my surface.

While I enjoyed sparring with Mala—and now, Huu-goh too—swimming brought forth a different kind of comfort. Exercise yes, but therapy in a way too.

I lingered for a moment, bubbles erupting from my snout, as I observed Huu-goh treading water with delight. It was a simple pleasure, sharing something so inherently ingrained in my culture with the person I adored. It brought me immense joy to know that he liked this too. When I had surprised him, leading him into the room for the first time, his eyes had lit up. He viewed the room like it was something marvelous.

I wondered if he’d be as grouchy by the end as he always was about training. But somehow, I knew he wouldn’t.

Swimming at a leisurely pace, I cut through the water, my limbs shifting into something more aerodynamic. Webbing connected my fingers and toes, tendrils trailing like fins as I slunk beneath my little love, stalking him with delight.

He seemed to notice I’d moved, because his treading slowed as he spun in a circle, sweet blurry face rippling as he tried to see me beneath him. I latched on to his wonderful little legs, yanking him down with me.

A stream of bubbles exploded behind him as Huu-goh collided with my body just below the surface of the water. His eyes were wide, but his lips were amused. He shoved at my chest playfully, and I let him go, drifting after him as he popped back up with a squawking guffaw.

“Aasshole!” he spluttered in his language.

I didn’t know what that word was, but I liked it. Because he was still smiling, even as he coughed.

I had never played with anyone like this. Not even when I was a boy. I’d been the Sahrk on the sidelines, making sure everyone was safe. Not…not this. Uninhibited and free, my worries no longer shackling me at the moment.

Huu-goh melted when I pulled him close again, nuzzling at his wet cheeks and his soggy orange fur with pleasure. My hands smoothed down his flank and over his pleasantly soft rump, gripping him tight.

“Figuhres you can breethe underwater.” I only recognized a few of the words, “can” and “you” and “underwater” but it was easy enough to fill in the gaps. I found pleasure in that too. Like our language was a puzzle, and I was learning it piece by piece. I held up a hand, giving him the up thumb as I huffed in amusement. “Jee-sus, you’re cute.”

Huu-goh pressed his mouth to my nose and I sighed through my nostrils, eyes drifting shut. His lips were so very soft as he dragged them over mine. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. But I liked it, my tongue slithering out to flick along his pillowy soft mouth.

My little huu-man snorted out a laugh, but gamely took my tongue inside his mouth. He suckled, and I groaned low, pulling him in tighter by the hips, my cocks pushing insistently against him through the layers of fabric we both wore.

When Huu-goh released my tongue his cheeks were flushed.

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