Wiping the sweat that dripped down his brow, the burly, light skinned Tamer smiled and took a few steps backward, while darting his eyes back and forth on the finished project. He wanted to make sure its schematics, as cryptic as they were from the Pal Bench, were accurate to his handiwork, sure it was just a standard grain mill, nothing too special, but if it fell apart on one of his Teaphant’s heads, it would be that much more difficult to find a replacement or spend the time treating him with medicine. It’s not like he was building it on his own, the various hammer wielding Pengullets were standing at his sides, chirping as if to receive praise for their own hard work. 
“Yeah, yeah, y'all did great.” The Tamer said with a smile, reaching both of his hands downward, one to each smooth blue scalp beside him, petting each of his smaller helpers.
“What of me, Master…?” Spoke a soft, sultry voice, ushering the Tamer to turn his head around, smiling as he realized who spoke.
She hardly spoke, let alone mentioned that she was helping, but with one supple pink hand wrapped around the wooden handle of a hammer, her other hand laying softly on her widened hip, was the Tamer’s Lovander, her sly grin unwavering.
“Of course you did as well, even if I didn’t notice…” The Tamer replied earnestly, his hands awkwardly rubbing at his shoulders, attempting poorly to mask his awkward response. Lovander simply shook her head, her Sanity lowered in stress at her Master’s inability to notice her hard work, as she walked away, a grunt leaving her lips. The Tamer raised his hand trying to stop her but he sighed, letting her stride, hips swaying out of his vision toward the sleeping areas.
The Tamer placed his hands downward on his belt, his sidearm resting cold on his right palm, his fingers fidgeted with the harness holding his spare magazines in place, his brow furrowing as his free hand motioned toward the Mill. “Teaphant, water.” He ordered.


“I do not think there is a Teaphant awake currently, as the sun is setting, Master.” A monotone, almost harmonic voice, left the starry eyed face of Lunaris, her blue nubbed legs not touching the ground, her long waving ears draped behind her as she floated gracefully toward the Tamer, her movements methodic, as she helpfully spoke.
“Oh, right, so it is…Time kinda flies when you’re having fun…” The Tamer spoke in reply. He started walking toward the front gate of his base, wanting to be sure its wide stone doors were firmly locked for the night, his hand firmly gripping over the handle of his sidearm in preparation.
“You were analyzing Lovander with intentions of breeding, but there have been no cakes produced in…two days…” Lunaris spoke matter-of-factly, her levitating body following closely to the Tamer’s.
“Oh, uhh, yeah…I guess I was just pre-planning…” The Tamer lied, his hand latching the doors shut as he turned and chuckled awkwardly at Lunaris.
The Extraterrestrial simply stared him down, expressionless, her piercing otherworldly blue irises locking firmly onto her Owner’s own hazel ones, her black lined eyelids unwavering, until he blinked, hardly noticing that he had held the stare until his much less tempered human eyes could bare no more.
“With what knowledge I have gathered in my time as your Pal, I can confirm with ninety-six percent accuracy…You are lying…based on the evidence that you do not own a male Lovander in which for her to breed.” Lunaris spoke firmly, her voice not changing a decibel but still hitting the Tamer’s ears as if screamed in accusation.
“Like I said, pre-planning, for when I find one, jeez…” He blew off the Alien’s statement as he walked away, toward the house nearby, wanting nothing more than to lay his head down and sleep, the morning would bring a new slew of challenges, items to create and gather, and Pals to capture, he hardly had time to debate the inner workings of his own lustful mind to his Lunaris.
“Understood, Master, I will adapt my learning accordingly.” Lunaris said with a happy chirping beep, as she floated gracefully off toward the sleeping spots.
“Wonderful…you do that…” The Tamer said with a sigh, opening the front door to his home. He ascended the stairs and took off his belt, laying it on the nearby night stand as he lied down on his back, the comforting blankets of wool and fabric that had taken quite the workload to complete were worth it, the Fine Bed was quite the upgrade to the sack of crude sticks he had slept on for weeks prior.


The Tamer’s eyes closed as he imagined in his mind what it would be like if someone else would of crash landed on that damn shore with him, hopefully someone female, god it had been forever since he found himself marooned here, and other than his right hand, he had no meaningful partnerships, the urge to survive, followed by the urge to thrive had dominated his priorities. 
While he dreamt, his mental images flooded with memories of his first nights, the terror of relying on a crude wooden club to keep the mysterious creatures away from him, the feeling of needing to bring that club down on the otherwise adorable head of a Lamball in order to survive, to where he stood now, a defacto general looming over an army of companions under his command. None so interesting to him as his singular, difficult to tame, Lovander.
She was something the Tamer was never expecting, his base hardly had wooden walls around its borders, the few Pals that he did have at the time were barely trained in their own natural talents, his weapon of choice and ability were limited to only a standard old Bow-and-arrow, and a bat that he was lucky enough to have cobbled together with sturdy enough wood.
It had happened so fast, the loud laughing, almost like moaning giggles, had echoed through the valley as he had looked up from his berry patch, his watering can hit the ground with a thump.
They swarmed that cheap, hardly stable gate like a horde, bursting through it with ease, there were six of them, each of them as insatiable as the other, the pink smooth skin reflected off the sun, their pink eyes narrow and focused, their maws salivating in hunger, perhaps lust, or most terrifying, both.
At full sprint, the Tamer had practically dived into the bricks surrounding his alarm bell as he rang it, each of his Pals had dropped their tools and readied for a fight, as he got to his feet and affixed an arrow to his hand, pulling back and letting it fly.
It found its target perfectly, burrowing straight into the fluffy, purple heart that covered their chest, the pink Pal collapsing into a heap. 
From his right, approached another of his Pals in assistance, Lunaris, her right metallic hand raising as electricity flew from her fingertips in yellow bolts in front of him, covering him as he rolled to his left, preparing another arrow as he narrowed his vision to the next target. His eyes unfailed as another arrow flew from his bow’s string, this one finding its mark in a charging Lovander’s maw, sending it to the same fate as its partner in attack.
“Master, One is attempting to flee!” Called out Lunaris, sending another jolt of electricity toward the runner, sending the tall salamander to her stomach in a yelp of pain, incapacitated if only temporarily. Seizing the moment, the Tamer flicked his fingers over his belt and retrieved a Sphere, giving it a firm baseball throw toward the jolted Lovander, pelting her with accuracy as the sphere activated, engulfing her in its confines, shaking a few times, before latching in success.


Ever since that fateful fight, the Lovander had been quite useful around base, her skillful dainty fingers were talented at mining, not to mention her abilities at the crafting table, those smooth, soft, scaly fingers. His tongue had fallen from his maw as the dream quickly took a turn, unfortunately for a lonely human male, this happened often. 
“Master, Are you awake…I need a favor…I need friends…” Lovander spoke softly. His eyes opened as the Tamer gazed down to the foot of his bed, the tall pink Salamander was looking at him lustfully. She had always looked at everything lustfully since the day she found herself in his captivity, but this was different, this was direct, this was lust toward him, lust for him. 
“I…Uh…W- What do you mean?” The Tamer asked confused, sitting up a bit, his head against the headboard as he locked eyes with the pink, glowing gaze.
“We might not be compatible for an egg but…who knows…maybe we are…” Lovander spoke teasingly, her pink frame dipping down as she began crawling onto the bed.
With a gulp, and his leggings tenting outward, his shaft pulsing in physical expression that his mouth could hardly manage to babble out, He just stayed motionless, letting himself fall prey to the slyly maneuvering Pal moving inch by inch closer to his manhood.
He let out a sigh, as his pent up urges were manifest, the Lovander’s hand descended right on top of his pulsating cock, his eyes crossed in pleasure as he felt the embrace, he had resisted making this move himself due to pure paranoia, what if he was ever found here? Found making deep, passionate love to an…animal? If they counted as such, a chance he couldn’t take…but if this wasn’t consent, nothing was…His mind raced with excitement, his body following suit as his cock twitched firmly against the gripping hand around its length. But while his mind had finally accepted his desire to love on Lovander, and his pleasure increased, something felt strange, off, about the gripping, how was she able to retrieve his cock from his leggings so…quickly? Surely she was well skilled in the arts of seduction but how was she good at removing human pants without them noticing? It’s not as if she would have had much experience with another trainer, and any partners she would have previously had definitely weren’t clad in garments. 


His mind buzzed with confusion as he looked down, the skillful removal of his pants was the first of two strange sensations he felt, the grip that Lovander had over his manhood was hardly soft, it was warm sure, but there was no cushion to the palm, it’s stroking hand was much more smooth than even expected of a salamander Pal’s hand, it was firm, very firm.
“Master, am I doing this right…?” Lovander's curious, soft spoken, lustful voice.
His eyes darted, his Paldex was hardly subtle about Lovander's proclivities, as if she wouldn’t know what she was doing. 
With a jump, the Tamer’s eyes actually opened, his blurry freshly awoken vision adjusting to the dark room, his body frozen for a moment in fear, as he tried to get a grip on reality as the dream faded. He had many wet, erotic dreams in the weeks stuck on this island, but he had never been so in depth in one, it almost felt intentional.
And as his eyes fully adjusted in the darkness, the peering, glowing, firm glare of two bright, shining eyes at his waist definitely proved they were hardly alone. Fearful, the Tamer reached to the nightstand, unholstering his pistol and aiming firmly, pulling the trigger, the pop of a bullet followed by brass hitting the ground as his ears rang, his hand fumbling for the lamp, praying that his Sparkit had charged the generator properly, as the light filled the room, laying plain the sight before him.
With a disinterested expression, Lunaris simply wiped her forehead with her palm, dusting off her cyan circular plate free of the gunshot residue the bullet had left behind. “That was not very nice, Master…” She spoke candidly.
With dread and regret, the Tamer dropped his pistol, directly onto his erect shaft, sending a painful surge up his abdomen with a wail. “Fuck!” He yelped.
“Master…I apologize for providing you a lustful dream, I had hypothesized you would enjoy the actions…” Lunaris said, her eyes looking away with nervousness.
Emotions? From Lunaris? How did that happen, was it even possible? Her wallowing expression certainly seemed to make it seem that way.
“H- hey…” the Tamer spoke softly, his hand covering his tender shaft, at first rubbing it just to avoid the pain of his sidearm connecting with it, now stroking over it out of pent up pleasure as well. “Y- you…made me dream…?” 
Lunaris looked up, adjusting her body, letting herself sit down on the foot of his bed, nodding her long eared head with intent. “Yes Master, I have several times, but you have not awoken angrily with me before, I apologize, would you like me to retrieve your Cleaver?” She offered a single, genuine tear rolling down her smooth, metallic, nervous cheek.
“Fuck, fuck no! Lunaris…” the Tamer whined, sitting up quickly, instinctively wrapping his arms around her shoulders, holding her tighter than he had ever embraced another, let alone a Pal.
“T- thank you Master…” Lunaris replied, her own arms rising around his torso, in what she had researched as a ‘hug’.
“But, I do have to ask…why?” the Tamer asked, slowly, carefully removing himself from her embrace, looking at her with a curious expression over his face.
Those piercing blue eyes simply locked with his as she scooted back on the bed ever so slightly to position herself more invitingly as she spoke.
“Clearly Humans enjoy the act of mating for more than simply procreation, and being a faithful Pal, under your command, it is my duty to protect and provide…so…” She started, as her smooth, white toned, thick hips slowly parted. “I wanted to provide your pleasure as your mind wanted…” 
The Tamer was speechless as she exposed herself, he had never seen between those wide white hips before, her floating methodically around the base didn’t permit such a view, but her body was just as smooth and curved there as the rest of her, her slit was perfect, not a hair, not a fold, just a pure, raw, mildly damp and inviting white pussy glistening in the lamplight.


“I…You…Have that…?” The Tamer muttered with shock, his cock pulsating in response to what his eyes had a hard time believing.
“It is technically a cloaca, but, yes, of course…How else would we procreate…Though the thought of using it for pleasure is one I have no research in…” Lunaris replied, her nimble blue fingers sliding downward toward her slit as she spoke. “In your mind, I did receive many images of how it would work though, and I must say I am…very interested…” 
The Trainer gulped once again, if not for his pistol cracking against the tip of his shaft so painfully just a few moments ago, he would have thought he was still dreaming, the warm yet firm grip of Lunaris’ free hand around his pre oozing, fully erect shaft was further convincing of his lucidity. 
“You…r- really want this?” He asked, his own hand sliding up the alien’s warm, smooth, metallic yet pliable skin over her arm.
“Very much, and judging by your heart rate Master, you do as well…” Lunaris replied, her hand expertly stroking over his inches of pulsing flesh as he groaned in reply.
“G- God yes, I do…” the Tamer conceded as he relaxed his head backwards, caressing his Pal’s arm eagerly between both of his hands as she pumped her smooth, three digits over his cock, working the inches meticulously with warm caresses.
“Wonderful…Allow me to provide what you think of as a Blowjob…” Lunaris spoke softly as she slipped her upper body downward.
A blowjob? How would she manage to do that without a m-...Oh, Ohhh Fuck…
His thoughts were stopped in their tracks as he looked down at those piercing blue eyes locking firmly onto his own, her lower head opening, a mouth, of course she had one, how else would she eat the berries he spent so long baking.
And now that eager mouth was wrapping gently around the other species’ cock, her Tamer entering her mouth inch by inch, her sopping wet, otherworldly blue tongue lashing over his tender, deprived cock with clinical precision.
“Oh my f- fucking God Lunaris…” the Tamer whined out, his hands firmly, instinctively gripping over her long, draping ears like handles, his pleasure rising by the motion the extraterrestrial’s head, guided by his hands, made over his shaft.
Lunaris giggled, excitement filling her own mind as she swirled her tongue around the Tamer’s pre-oozing length, swallowing the human’s nectar and making mental notes of it’s flavor and viscosity, a pleasured, monotone drone leaving her throat, sending vibrations through his flesh.
The Tamer groaned, his hips bucking as he held tighter onto his Pal’s lengthy flowing ears, thrusting upward without restraint, his pleasure clouding his judgment, but with how little Lunaris seemed to mind he didn’t ease up, if she could shrug off a pistol round, surely a mouthfuck would be manageable.
“Are you near your orgasm, Master?” Spoke Lunaris, slightly spooking the Tamer as she spoke without interruption, the vibrations of her speech tingling his shaft as it firmly burrowed down her drooling, messy, blue salivating throat.
“I…uh…y- yeah…f- fuck yeah…” the Tamer replied, groaning in pleasure, relaxing his head in pleasure.
“Ah, then it’s time to copulate.” Lunaris droned on, slowly pulling her head upward, a wet, squelching slurp leaving her mouth and echoing through the room.


Before he even had time to react, the Alien Pal levitated over him, maneuvering her body as no human could have, her thick, pearly white legs spreading wide as she floated, her dainty blue foot-nubs finding a position to relax at the Tamer’s sides, her leaking, excited smooth walled vagina mere inches from his pulsating, blue tinted saliva soaked cock tip.
“Are you ready, Master?” She asked, so politely, so softly, so alluringly, perhaps it was just his lust driving him crazy at this moment, but those soft adorable tones she uttered were like music to his ears. “F- fuck…yes…Lunaris YES!” He practically yelled.
With a warm, droning tone leaving her mouth, Lunaris lowered her entire body weight downward on her Owner’s waist, his human manhood pressing wetly up inside of her, the pleasure she was experiencing was beyond anything a petting or good meal could have compared to. The Tamer was in similar bliss, his body shook in spasms of incredible pleasure, his hips thrusting upward into his Pal with lustful, wet, grinding motions, his teeth grinding together with every slapping thrust he delivered upward.
Lunaris groaned, droning in pleasure, soft, adorable ‘ah’ and ‘oh’s leaving her mouth, her little nubbed legs shaking as she managed to bounce her smooth white hips up and down over her Owner’s waist, the fine bed creaking beneath them. Just days ago, Lunaris held a hammer in her digits helping to construct the very same surface she was riding her beloved Owner atop of. Her eyes closed, such pleasure, such raw blissful pleasure, at first research and now a fascinating sensation she herself was unaware she would be enjoying every bit as much as the Tamer was. 
“L- Lunaris, Oh god just like that…You f- feel so good…” the Tamer whined out, his hands reaching upward, gripping tightly around the pliable pearl white skin of her thighs, thrusting upward, sweat running down his chest and face in pleasurable grunts, his own eyes closing tightly.
While savoring every moment of this blissful pleasure, ever vigilant of results, Lunaris through her clouded, pleasured mind, focused her intent, her goal, her ending hypothesis turned fact, she groaned knowing just what to say in such a moment, at least with what she had learned from the Human’s inner dreams.
“M- Master, please, c- cum inside of me!” Lunaris yelped out, her tones high, like an autotuned, beautiful song, in a combination of desire and pleasure, and firm dedication to pleasing her Owner.
It succeeded without hesitation, the Tamer screamed out through his teeth, a growling, primal groan in stereophonics with his Pal’s as his sweating, muscular hips thrusted upward in a deep thrust, burying every inch of his manhood deeply inside of her otherworldly depths, his human seed pumping rope after rope, relentlessly breeding Lunaris with passion and pleasure.


Lunaris slowly opened her eyes, moaning in soft organic mixed with digital tones of pleasure, her piercing blue illuminated irises slowly looking downward, surveying the view she was greeted with, her Owner’s sweaty abs breathing up and down in post orgasm afterglow, his grip over her hips weakened as his palms were upright on either side of the dampened blankets, and last but not least, his closed eyes, open smiling face, and obviously snoring throat. She had succeeded in her goal of pleasuring her Owner and learning all she could about human copulation, as well as a bonus lesson in human exhaustion, tiredness being a firm thing the pair of them had in common at least. For a moment she debated hovering to her allocated cushioned Pal bed, but her body hardly had the energy to levitate, let alone move. Instead the long eared extra terrestrial simply laid her smooth body down, relaxing herself directly atop the sleeping Tamer, closing her eyes, and joining him in slumber.


The next morning, the Tamer was fully dressed, his body still mildly weakened by the previous night’s activities, his attention now was focused on the Mill they had finished building just last night, the Teaphant’s snout was expertly gushing water over it’s paddles, sending the wheat harvested into flour he could easily use in food for weeks.
“It looks great, almost as great as a certain Tamer…” spoke a voice behind him, his head turning to greet Lovander, who panted lustfully with a smile toward him.
“Oh, uhh, thanks…You need something Lovander?” He asked, his eyebrow raising in disinterested curiosity.
“Err…You're making…cake with that flour…right?” She pleaded, her hand patting the fluffy purple heart that forever showed between her legs. “I need to lay…” She said, hardly subtle as she whined.
Before the Tamer could speak, a swift crackling of electricity was audible, as a swooshing white and blue blur pushed between the Tamer and Lovander, her hand rising with voltage ready to fly in the salamander’s direction.
“Find another mate, Master has been spoken for.” Lunaris said, a firm, metallic drone to her voice that the Tamer had never heard before, one that filled him with security, it’s one thing to be defended by Pals with no other option, it was another to have one fight without his order. 
“Y- Yeah, I was gonna say, maybe Incineram could relieve my tensions…” Lovander sighed, defeated, as she walked away.
“Woah…Thanks, Lunaris…I know that Lovanders have a reputation for not taking ‘no’ too well.” the Tamer spoke genuinely. One night prior, he would have welcomed the salamander’s advances, but since then, he was shown just how deeply his Lunaris enjoyed his company, and after the night they had just shared, it was unlikely she would compete.
“Of course master, boundaries are meant to be respected, and wishes fulfilled…I hope that you will allow me to share those fulfillments with you more often?” Lunaris asked, a chipper expression on her face.
“I’d love to…for science, right?” the Tamer spoke with a chuckle, opening his arms as he did to comfort her just last night.
“Science is always nice, but this is for fun.” Lunaris teasingly spoke as she wrapped her arms around her Tamer, her supple thigh moving up to his own toned waist, her nubby leg intentionally rubbing against his crotch. As he swole to half mast, he knew that his daily checklist of things to do just expanded by one, take care of his adoring Lunaris, now was high on the Base mission board.


He wondered briefly, while the two shared an interspecies, adoring kiss, if he could fashion her a stylish collar at the Pal Gear Workbench.