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by Candace Smith
Seconds before the Earth was destroyed, Jayde and a handful of other women were rescued. It was, of course, the duty of the Gardeners to save races threatened with extinction, no matter how far out in the Outer Worlds they were.
Dumped on a remote and not particularly hospitable planet, Jayde had trouble figuring out what had happened to her. On the planet were Casiqua women, a strange race of blue-skinned beings who turned invisible at the first hint of trouble and who had been plucked from their own planet when it was judged to be becoming uninhabitable. Also on the planet were the last survivors of the frightening Bestanian Warrior race, rescued from deep space after their mates tragically died.
To make matters worse for Jayde, the Bestanian warriors seemed to believe that Jayde and the other Earth women were their mates, somehow come back to life. As if that was not bad enough, the Casiquas were experts at scheming and treachery when it came to winning a mate – or taking back a mate they considered rightfully theirs.
Meanwhile, it appeared that the rescuers had failed to follow the guidelines from Galactic Union. It could result in the Earth women being destroyed, or even lead to a galactic war. Evil powers were awaiting their opportunity to strike. Would anyone believe that all the problems were caused by an empty-headed princess who was far more interested in winning the next karaoke competition than in her job of saving threatened species? More importantly, would love triumph?
Published: 9 / 2012 No. words: 80400
Style: Erotica – Science Fiction Erotica, Erotic Fantasy 
“Beastman!… Beastman!… ”
Shayana’s shrill scream echoed off the canyon walls as she clung to the branch, high above the creature below. She quivered, feeling her toes dig into the bark. The rough surface of the tree pressed into the palm of the hand gripping the limb, while the fingers of her other hand stroked between her naked breasts as she tried to calm herself. He could not see her, of this she was certain. Still, just the sight of him following the trail through the woods, further than any of the creatures had ventured before… her eyes widened. He was tracking them.
Shayana forced herself to remain silent. The beastman stopped directly beneath the tall tree she claimed as her sentry post. Her fingers stroked madly, occasionally tweaking a long peaked nipple for distraction from her fear as she studied the beast. The fur sprouted from his head in a long white-yellow mane – ragged, filthy, and reaching halfway down his back. Inhaling, Shayana could not tell where the beastman’s scent separated from that of the disgusting pelts he wore.
Shayana’s eyes narrowed on the bronzed, massive thighs clenched around the flagar he rode. A brief flash of having those muscular limbs wrapped around her own lithe form caused her breath to catch and her fingers to painfully twist her nipple. It deepened to dark purple in a response, indicating a mixture of desire and fear. The creature was powerful and dangerous, having managed to tame the giant flagar lizard and harness it to ride. Instinctively, her mind obsessed with mating the brute, and her hand released its grip on the branch and drifted between her legs. She stopped just short of manipulating herself. The sacrifice and reality of such a situation terrified her. Four of her friends had been captured and now lay trapped in the beastmen’s caves, leashed to rock walls, their tracking bands sliced off and discarded in a heap of finson strips, their hopes of freedom and finding their true mate gone.
The beastman looked up, his pitch black eyes emotionless as he searched the thick canopy of leaves, branches, and vines for her. Shayana clung to her perch in fear, instantly fading and becoming invisible except for her tracking bands. She waited for the creature to pass… stroking, pinching, and caressing herself. At last, his gaze dropped back to the trail, and Shayana exhaled the breath she held. She rose from her squat position on the branch and noted the scent and moisture of her unbidden lustful reaction to the beastman’s masculinity. Even in this treacherous position, Shayana imagined the taut muscles beneath the filth, and she was certain she would dream of him in her sleep.
Breaking free from her sexual trance… she was after all a Casiqua and concerned only with games and the pursuit of a mate… she willed the flagar to turn and carry the beastman back to his cave. Instead, he moved further up the trail and closer to where Shayana’s friends played in the forest. As soon as a safe distance separated her from the creature, she continued to call her warning.
At the sound of the panicked call, Zayana lifted her face. Her wide lavender eyes searched the canopy of leaves and branches overhead for the scout. Her movements were quick, reptilian, and, snapping her attention back to the ground, she heard the crashing sound of limbs breaking and the trampling feet as the beastman approached. In response to her fear, her nipples deepened to midnight blue, peaking and protruding from her hanging breasts. Her large elliptical pupils contracted, as she quickly scanned the forest and rocks before rising from a squat and turning to run.
The other Casiquas were already sprinting towards the pool and blending with their surroundings. Zayana dashed behind, her luminescent turquoise skin shimmering with her fear and taking on the mottled greens and browns of the jungle until the only remaining contrasts were the tracking bands on her wrists and around her throat.
Casiquas were timidly playful creatures with an adventurous spirit, though they were not above scheming and treachery to win their mate. Evolution on their home planet had provided them with chameleon ability for protection, though this defense was rendered useless on this world by the tracking bands that remained visible… and the beastmen were excellent hunters. The Casiqua were terrified of them.
Zayana had been on planet for six months, anticipating the Ark’s return with their promise of a mate to claim her. Of the two dozen Casiqua seized from their small dying world, Zayana was the youngest. Her capture had frightened her into catatonic despair, and Zayana curled on the floor of her cage on the Ark, depressed and feeling a deep sense of failure that those left behind had out-schemed her to remain on planet with the few surviving males. Her mood lifted with the Arkmaster’s assurance that the ship would find her a mate, alleviating her hopeless disposition and inciting the embedded feeling of victory that she had out-maneuvered the women left behind. The Ark transported them to this new world, Giphan, to await a compatible species.
After months of playing in the streams and shore of the large lake, the Casiquas ignored the Arkmaster’s hushed final warning to stay far from the caves. Their inquisitive nature made this impossible. Like children, the Casiquas wanted what they could not have, and it did not occur to them that the tracking bands made their only means of protection impossible.
“Beastman!… Beastman!…” Shayana called from above.
The warning was now a distant hollow echo, and Zayana was still several feet behind her friends. The women reached the waterfall and a large pool of water near their shelter. The others dove in, hiding in the dark depths where they could remain for hours. Zayana was just preparing to leap when a whip snaked around her stomach, sending her sprawling backwards. The shock and pain caused her to shift back, becoming visible. She stared up in confusion and fear at the beastman smiling down at her. Tears, the color of the golden sand beneath her, slipped down her blue cheeks.
Lysara growled with satisfaction. He had been stalking the women for many days, but their sentry had always seen him and warned them when he was close. It took time to discover the pattern, and he learned their scout did not climb to her high perch until after morning meal. Leaving just before sunrise,Lysara had managed to track close enough to hear them before the first alarm sounded.
His dark eyes studied the creature for possible weapons or claws. This was the closest he had been to one of the elusive women, though word reached him that some of his brothers had recently captured a few of them. They thought the creatures native to this world, and that perhaps they had managed to remain hidden so long with their ability to disappear into their surroundings. His kind called them ‘see-thru blues’, and they were the closest species to a compatible companion they had found.
The woman was naked, crouched in a squat against a small boulder with her knees spread wide. Even in fear, the creature was excited, and Lysara felt an unexpected tightening in his groin. He watched her large aqua breasts jiggle against her ribcage as she trembled against a boulder and began to fade. Lysara quickly grasped one slender arm and uncoiled a strip of finson hide, using it to tie her wrists behind her back. He studied his captive a moment, watching her nervously stroking the binding with her three long fingers. No claws protracted to shred the strap, though through her hissing lips he saw a row of short, jagged teeth.
The creature was completely hairless, squatting and turning to press into the rocks. The position exposed her rounded blue bottom and her moist sex. She hissed loudly when Lysara reached for her, the menacing warning abruptly silenced when he tossed her over his shoulder. She wailed and made trilling noises towards the water, but these sounds also stopped when the beastman mounted his flagar. He felt his prey quivering in terror as he gripped her tightly and the huge lizard ran through the trees and up the canyon path to his cave.
Zayana shivered in silence, jerking her head in panic and searching for rescue while the beastman carried her into his home hidden in the rocks.
