Chapter 6 - Halum

Sable sat in the armory as the Valkyrie girded themselves for battle. He'd acquired a fine set of drop ready marine battle duty armor that fit over this flight skin well. The Blue and Grey looked good, and he'd chosen a wide visor helmet to keep his vision. The squared off shoulder pads and sturdy chest piece were a comforting weight. They forced him to control his breathing while he had stretched and checked for gaps.

The only real choice was the Halum. Erogenous rage or not, she was still a person, and very likely still in a mood to converse, at least while she gauged which of the chalk she'd go after for a fight and fuck. The anomalies could be anything; malfunctioning equipment, or creeping unknown hostiles. Until the station was secure, they couldn't go tearing things apart and leaving their backs open.

Nolan had agreed, and for another two reasons; Accessing the station's security station showed that many things were not contiguous with the report Sable pulled from the beacon. Communications had been manually disconnected, though all the parts seemed to be where they should be otherwise, presumably were functional. They would have to put it back together to get it working.

Furthermore, if they just left the Halum here, there was a bad chance of them running into her down the line; space was big, but with only so many worlds in the region, it was likely they would end up in the same port.

If the Halum, or her pack, were to return, they might find the traces of the group and it would become a... tense... resolution. Halum didn't like to leave people behind; going off alone, by your own will, was honored, praised, and feted. Leaving someone, in danger and need, was not.

Sable distracted himself by watching the Valkyries suit up.

From the inside out, Valkyrie armor layered the warriors in defense and protection that had allowed them to attack with less recoil or damage to their own bodies. Even Valkyrie busted their own knuckles if they hit, bare fist, enough times; provided it was something hard enough to not turn to pulp under the impact. The undermost layer was an extension of the safety skin anyone in space wore to protect form sudden pressure. 

The Black bodyskin rippled over their bodies like a semi-intelligent symbiote and shifted the hard plugs across its surface to match up with the plugs in each Valkyrie's body. The skin tight layers also hugged tight to the Valkyrie's sexes, hugging tight to their vulva and squeezing their hanging testicles in place and tugging their resting shafts comfortably in place.

Rather than primitive catheters or colostomy rigs, this layer was able to delicately operate as needed, provided it had a further rig to dispose of the waste. The next layer looked a bit like scaffolding, and as each Valkyrie helped another slip into the frame work, and tune it to their bodies scale, the real 'face' of the Valkyrie took shape. The frame work added a quarter meter in height to each of them, just from the 'lifts' of their leg frames alone.

Then they started 'filling out' the spaces; There was standard kit: life support, EVA modules, communications, magnetic stabilizers; but then they started personalizing. Nolan's command kit let her see through the eyes of everyone in her squad, and her reflex gear let her move like a pouncing puma. Doc Hona carried enough healing equipment to tend to a major highway accident and have spares left over, she also carried a plasma blaster that could knock someone on their ass, without killing them, from a hundred meters.

Hoss looked like all her her 'poster girl' glory by wearing the standard issue kit, speed, power, defense, all balanced in a kit that relied on the user to make the best of it. Verily's armor was lighter than the rest, and a close look would show it held more thrusters, spring boots, and various grapnel launchers. Pix's kit carried plenty of tools and engineering equipment to tear down and rebuild just about anything they could find on the station, including anything hostile; plasma cutters, aisle two.

Then there was Darling. Sable had to shake his head and whistle. The biggest Valkyrie of the bunch and she looked every meter the titan she was. The heavy plated armor had a second set of pneumatics built into it to help carry the weight of all the ammo drums and magazines she had strapped to her. 

Everyone one of them looked as deadly as they were beautiful under the armor, but the armor itself, looked magnificent; VINTAGE, and each of them carried with them, in their hands on on their packs as a reserve, a stocky DR-90

The DR-90, or Deleri Rifle Ninety, Was a Confederation rifle built on the already inhabitable 'moon' Deleri Secunda, of the gas giant Deleri Prime; It was a black, stocky, function before form rifle that looked more like a carbine in the hands of Valkyries. It looked a bit too big in Sable's hands. The DR-90 had been made famous as the first rifle to put down Rhokum in a single clip. It took a whole clip, but just one rifle against just one Rhokum had been inconceivable. The DR-90, a coilgun rifle that fast charged and fired its sabot rounds was about as deadly a thing you could hold in your hands, short of high explosives, or a compact nuke.

"Lady, preserve me." Sable swore as the Valkyries finished applying the last touch of customization; Paint. The otherwise white armor was marked across its surface, Sable noted most were dashes and tallies that matched up with scars on their skin, but also vague animal shapes, and the colors matched their eyes

A Gold Puma on Nolan
A Ruby Bear on Angela
The Emerald Horse on Roan
An Orange Cheetah on Denver
The Violet Wolf on Wolfwood
And on Hona the Cerulean... egg?

"What's that on your plate, Doc?" Sable nodded, her helmet's face plate was translucent and she beamed.

"It's a Chansey!" She shouted and bounced, earning groans from some of her team and a confused look from Sable and Pix.

"Wait, you mean from..." Pix started then shook her head, "Oh wow."

"Damn," Sable sighed, "And here I left my copy of Amethyst Violet back home." He laughed, and got a bigger grin from Doc, before her face plate went opaque.

"Okay, nerds." Sgt. Nolan spoke up, her voice in Sable's ears, and a shiver ran down his spine. He thought he hid it, but Nolan paused just long enough for him to realize she was looking at him, sideways, through her own opaque visor. "We've got a horny, pent up, and plausibly injured Halum locking herself in sick bay." She flicked her wrist and the squad's visors all showed a wireform map of the station.

"As members of the Federation Marine Corp, and an Officer of the Fleet," She added for Sable's consideration, "We are, at present, in a state of amicable neutrality with the Halum and are thus honor bound to help this Halum as much as we possibly can. To that end: We will need to make contact, and avoid any 'surprise' in either direction. We'll work on discovering how deep into her heat she is, and how we can 'address' her needs." 

"Never has a booty call been so heavily armed." Darling shook her head.

"My Ma made videos that would prove you wrong, Corporal," Sable groused, and earned a shocked whistle from the Marine. "Don't ask, please."

"Lieutenant."Nolan turned to him, "Your name has pedigree a Halum might see as being worthy of more than just a one and done," Sable didn't need her to go into any more detail, he know "So if there was ever a time it really mattered, we need to come up with a call sign for you."

"Sexy Sable!"
"Nothing with his name in it, Darling"
"Max Capacity."
"Nothing a Porn star could sue me for, please"
"Silk Steelix!"
"No, Doc."
"Booty Bars!"
"Damnit, Roan!"
"Raven Star" Wolfwood, taller than Sable now that she was in armor, leaned down and looked at his black visor, and Sable's eyes with their silver irises and black sclera blinked as she dubbed him with a rather ominous name.

"Raven for short?" Nolan looked and seeing some nods from the rest of the squad, Wing Lieutenant Maximilian 'Raven Star' Sable smiled as he felt the weight of his call-sign, granted by his team, fall on him. "Not bad, but there is something missing." She grabbed some of the paint the team had used to mark up their armor and deftly grabbed a pint of black. In short order, Sable's armor had a black bird with its wings spread, as it flew over a jet black star. "Now we're ready."

The squad moved with purpose, Raven and Nolan moving at the lead, Darling and Doc making up the second element. Hoss, Verily, and Pix made a rear guard and watched, in case those three anomalies moved or spread out of their current locations.

They reached the Infirmary doors, and it was as they left it. This time they closed the distance until they were stacked up on the door. Pix accessed a console and connected Nolan to the interior PA system. The soft tones that normally precede an announcement echoed above their heads.

"Attention, occupant or occupants of the Infirmary. This is Sergeant Diana Nolan of the Confederation Marine Corp, Valkyrie Branch; assigned to the Fleet Battleship, Merdian Diviner. My chalk and I are outside the main entrance to this Infirmary, and are preparing to enter." There was a nod from Pix and Nolan continued. "My tech officer confirms control over the doors had been ceded to interior controls. We can override this, however I off your the chance to open the doors yourself. We can continue this conversation amicably, and render aid if you are in need and willing to accept it." 

There had been shudders and vibrations in the metal from the moment Nolan said the word 'Valkyrie'. When she finished speaking, the doors immediately began to open. The chalk had their rifles ready and raised, but didn't immediately draw a bead on the form that was standing in the space where the doors receded into the walls.

A thick flightsuit had been peeled away and now was tied around the waist, leaving bare breasts and thick corded muscles under sweaty scaleskin exposed to the station's dry air. The Valkyries reacted as a thick, heady, scent washed over them from the air pushing out from the med bay. It smelled of sex and pheremones and their suits were filtering out the stirring natural chemicals.

Hands, each three  fingers and a thumbs flexed and relaxed in the air. Long nails, once sharped now clipped flat and tame gripped into raw fleshy pads. A heavy, seething, breath escaped the plump lips set in a long, almost snouted face. matted hair once bound up in strict braids fell in tangled tails around her seeking amber eyes. 

Long tails swished, wound, and snapped like tentacles behind the Halum as she eyed up what, to her mind, must have seemed like a buffet. A canned buffet, but she hardly looked like she was concerned. Her long pink tongue pressed out from behind a row of sharp incisors and canines and wet her chapped lips. Her nostrils flared again as she breathed in deeply, and suddenly froze. Her tentacles stopped their twitching.

Raven took a step back as he recognized the Halum standing in the entry way. Her eyes locked on him and her lips turned up in a toothy grin.

"SABLE." She growled, not in any Human language but in one translated by chips implanted in their skulls as teenagers. "IS THAT YOU?"

Half the squad turned their heads to look at Sable, who had half lowered his rifle.

"Captain Geravine?" Sable's voice came his helmet, and the tail-tacles began to wag excitedly and the Halum pounced on her old Academy student.

A full grown Halum, over a meter tall, collided with Sable's freshly dried armor with the figurative force of a cannon ball and put him on his ass.

"Raven!" Pix called out Sable's callsign, more out of solidarity than to maintain a ruse.

"Raven? call-sign? Promoted?" The Halum Captain's tendrils picked at the key pieces and peeled back some of Sable's armor. "No, then why?" She sniffed the air. "Ah. My blood, you knew I was in heat." She growled turned a blood shot gaze at Doc Hona. "Good call, a Sable; junior or senior, would make a fine breeding fuck." She turned he gaze down at Sable. "But you know me, better. Don't you, Max?" She purred. "I love my job too much to let myself get knocked up in the middle of a tour... even if it means marooning myself." He ran a hand over a fresh scar on her arm, dried and healed by the look of it.

"Your injury?" Sable asked as his helmet was popped off and he got a face full of pheromones, but he nearly wretched at the smell of funk and old sweat. "NOPE." He slammed his forehead against her snout. She yelped in pain, then started to growl. But Sable moved with speed and memory as he stuck his lightly gloved fingers into her mouth and with deft skill pulled at her tongue, past the boundry of her teeth.

She whined, her tendril tails falling limb behind her, and her voice unintelligible to the translators. "You WILL behave 'Jari'." He intoned, weight in his voice. "You are a Captain of the Halum Hierarchy; you will act like it." She was on her knees, her legs splayed out on either side as she whined, shaking her head to get her tongue free of his gloved grip.

"What the hell?" Nolan swore. "Lieutenant?"

"The Captain was my CQB cross training instructor during my senior year at the War College; part of a cross cultural officer exchange program."

"Sounds like an excuse to shack up with some barely commissioned ensigns." Darling laughed, Captain Geravine shrugged. "Wait really?" The Halum waggled her hand, and indication of the nearness of the statement. "Lady above..." The Corporal swore.

"Captain," The Lieutenant locked his gaze with the Halum Captain's. "I'm going to let go now. You are going to behave, work with Sergeant Nolan and myself, and we are all of us going to get out of here. Understood?" The Halum nodded, her skin flushed under her soft facial fur. Max let go, and barely had a chance to move before the Halum's tendrils sprang back up and wrapped around Max in a tight, but mostly chaste embrace. 

"I missed you." She whined into his ear. Her voice was low and choppy and his translator barely caught that her coos and were words. "Before I left, I heard. But if she's alive, she'll fight her way back." Captain Geravine ground her panty covered bound into the hard codpiece of Sable's combat suit. "Why are you still wearing pants?" She asked louder. She turned to the Valkyries, "Any of you, for that matter."

"You need a BATH, Captain." Lieutenant Sable gritted through the smell. "BADLY."

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An hour later, in what had been a rest ward for nurses and staff spending the night in the ward, Sable sat on a bed, clothed in soft clean pants, with a mostly dry Halum happy in his lap. She purred as he ran a comb through her hair and stretched out to let him comb through every tangle and matted braid. The rest of the squad had shucked their armor, after they'd locked the infirmary back up. Six open suits of armor waited to be rekitted. Sable's gear was stacked in a neat pile on a table near the Nolan's kit.

"So good to smell you again," She happily growled, it deepened low and lusty, "So good to feel you again." She ground her ass against the swelling girth that was pressing the material of his pants against her naked cleft.

"I thought Halum in heat would be more.... crazy?" Verily scratched her chin, "The way you talked them up, Pix." She crossed her arms. "I mean she isn't any randier than any of us." She crossed her legs as she sat in the chair, and failed to hide the growing bulge building from her own womanhood.

"Don't be to sure." Geravine chortled, "I'm not some raw recruit on her first hunt. I know my body, I respect it, I have control. But." She leaned back and tipped her head up so Max could gently comb the tufts of fuzz on her neck, and so she could sneak soft kisses on his chin. "I already worked through the worst of it with some toys left as 'gifts' from the parting staff."

"The sexual health section is mostly ransacked," Doc Hona confirmed, as she watched Max switch from the comb to his fingernails. He ran them over the Halum's body, cupping her breasts, down her abs, before spreading out to rub her thighs. Geravine's purrs became happy growls as Sable began to firmly grip and massage her inner legs, pulling them apart and putting her womanhood on display for the squad.

"Always with the foreplay," She chuckled, then gasped as he nibbled on her large ears and tugged firmly on them. "Bastard, I'll get you for that."

"Go ahead, I've been getting plenty, lately." Sable smirked.

"Must be nice, having so many cocks ready to fuck your ass, and all with pussies ready to take your dick in turn." Her hands reached behind her to pull Max's head into a heavy kiss. He guided his hands closer together, until his index fingers fingers began to trace the outermost folds of her womanhood and his thumbs pressed in, applying pressure inwards toward a singular spot. 

Two of the tendril tails peeled off, begrudgingly, from their embrace over Max's body to push his pants down and out of the way, enough to let his cock spring up and free. "Hello, Maxie." The Halum greeted the Terran cock, "Long time, no see." There were laughs from the Valkyries, with a growl, Sable flex and slapped the length of his cock against her slit. The hard slap of flesh on softer flesh, and the yelp of pleasure from the fuzzy Captain, shut the room up.

"Doc, any rubbers left?" Sable asked, he was answered with the feeling of material on his manhood. Doc Hona knelt in front of the pair, and laughed as Captain Geravine's lower tendrils played at trying to stop her from wrapping 'Maxie' up. "No getting knocked up on tour, Captain." He whispered, and pressed the swollen head of his covered cock against the tiny entrance to the short stacked soldier.

She grumbled and squirmed as she felt the head of the thick cock press at the drooling lips of her sex, but Sable held her in place. He rotated his hips and spread her folds with the tip of his glance, slowly working in a circle and eliciting more growls and moans from the Halum in his lap. Slowly he worked his hands back out to cup her juicy thighs and grip into the soft flesh of her ass. He felt his fingers sink into soft flesh, then hit a layer of marble-steel muscle. 

He lifted her up, and tilted her body so that his cock never broke away from her even as he brought her up, now perched on his cock. Slowly, keeping her in place, he started to tease in more of his cock, centimeter by centimeter easing his shaft into the small, but powerful warrior. She Geravine curled her toes, balled her hands into fists, and squeezed her eyes shut as she bit her lip and struggled with the relentless teasing. 

When the curve of Max's shaft pressed on her g-spot, she'd had enough waiting. "MOAR!" She roared, and forcefully slammed her hips down on the rest of the cock, filling herself and producing a visible bulge near her navel. "YES!" She rejoiced and started to fuck Max back for all his teasing. Her feet gripped the sheets as she ground her body down, taking all of 'Maxie' into her. "SO GOOD. MISSED YOU. WANTED YOU!"She looked over her shoulder and the Captain pulled the Lieuteant close and kissed him deeply, his tongues and hers dancing more than dueling as he let her lead on and pleasured her as she wanted it.

He began to pump his legs upwards and buck into her body. Her eyes went wide and she inhaled sharply through her snout, breathing deep of Max's fresh scent and the early sheen of his lust. Her tails shuddered, and her ears quivered as she came. It was a soft gripping, milking. It pulled him deeper, even as the lips of her vulva relaxed, as if they expected something wider to follow in after his shaft.

Max took the time to stand up, earning a squeak of pleasure from the Halum, and walked to the end of the bed, before resting her on it, and kneeling on the edge himself. Geravine reached her tendrils out to hold onto the bed while her hands linked behind Sable's head and pulled him close for a kiss as he started fucking her in earnest.

"All this," Denver stage whispered between furious strokes of her cock, "For some missionary?"
"Bite it, ya berry." Felicity cut back, her own strokes slow, less to bring orgasm and more to maintain a healthy throb.

Max's balls made a heavy wet sound as they slapped into Geravine with each thrust into her cunt. Her tails tugged the sheets tight and she arced her back to let him fuck her deeper. He obliged and pushed until his cock head reached, and breached, the entrance of her womb in a one-two half thrust combo.

He cry was bliss and she threw her head back to let go of her built up tension and let the Terra-Thilidin Pilot fuck her sopping wet sexpot numb. Each thrust pushed deep into her core, each return dragged out the tension and stress and chemical build up that had clouded her mind. Max began to sweat as his thrust became more labored, as the muscles of the Halum were more in her control, and less diminished by her lust. 

Her thick tendril tails came loose from the bed and wound around Sable's arms, and thighs. She pulled him close with each thrust and made it more difficult for him to pull back afterwards. She came, for the third, or maybe fourth time now, and Max rested with the head of his cock just inside the lips of the horny, healthy, Halum. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with heady lust. Max shot a look over to the Marines.


All of them were deep into heavy masturbation, their eyes fixed on the scene in front of them. Max was hoping his efforts would produce results but he didn't think it would be this much. He made eye contact with Sergeant Nolan and smiled.
"I'm going to need a little extra muscle, Sarge. Care to lend a hand?" He looked down at the still vice tight twat sucking on the end of his cock, "Or maybe a hip."

Nolan shook her head at the humor and stroked her thick slick clit-cock as she sauntered up and behind, then up and into, Sable. He let out a please sigh as she entered him and went on his toes as she hilted. She reached around and grabbed the Halum Captain's thighs for purchase, the contact with the stronger, and more feminine, hands eased Geravine from her daze and she blinked twice.  She saw what was about to happen and she bore her teeth in a grin that would have sharks shitting themselves.

Her legs hooked onto Sables' hips and with a nod signaled to Nolan. Together, Max and Diana started to plow hard and deep into the Halum and with fresh fervor in her voice, the small woman cried out with abandon and came. The two humans didn't stop their newton's cradle fucking, instead they continued to pounded in and drag out. Deep enough that the bulge in her pressed further than it had before.

"YES!" The Captain howled and her whole body squeezed tight. Sable hissed as he felt his arms flex back against the squeeze of her orgasms and his cock resisted the near crushing cushion of her constricting cooch. He came, filling the condom and Nolan came after, deep and raw into Sable's ass. Finally the Halum's tendrils relaxed, and let go of Sable.

Sable gently lifted the woman and moved her to a dry, clean, bed. He tucked her in and handed her a pillow to wrap her body around. She did so and began to gnaw at a tip of the pillow in her sudden sleep.

Sable turned around to see six Valkyrie marines; still very much awake and very much in need of release themselves.