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Thanks to Mack the Knife for giving me the idea for this story, friendship and help.



Raising Roc Chapter 4
More about the P'OTP, which roughly translated means "People of the Plains". For identification purposes in this written account, when the language of the P'OTP is used it will appear thusly; "[xxxxx.]" The language of the P'OTP shows the dominance of the males or hunters, thus the capitalization of male names and of predators like the Tugrole. Women's names and prey are not capitalized. The language of a people can show a lot about them and their culture. Women, which make up ninety percent of the P'OTP, are second class citizens and have less value than the males. They are like the gren, a grass eating animal that the P'OTP and Tugrole feed upon. They are prolific too, like the grel. The P'OTP women are also like the grel, they can survive on eating just the grass (The mature women can then provide a rudimentary form of liquid nourishment for the men).

P'OTP hunters can actually own the women of their race. This privilege is only given to the royalty of the P'OTP, like P'tor who own the four women in their group. Where did that leave Sergeant Kelley? After all, she was the ranking Earth soldier on planet and in charge of negotiations with the P'OTP. Events proved fortuitous though, as we shall read.

Roc and T'sar were walking point in the group. T'sar stopped and bent down in the endless field of grass. He motioned Roc to bend down also. "[These are tracks of the deadly hunter that roams these plains, the Tugrole. The Tugrole are the Hunters of the Plains. Our people have to guard against them. They usually prey on the gren, but they will take one of us too. There is a Tugrole in the area, we must be on guard.]" Roc gripped his blaster, narrowing his eyes and panning the still grass, looking for threats.

Mary walked with the alien women for two reasons; one, because she was the rear guard for the group and two, because only the alien women would talk to her. The rest of the scouts/hunters, armed with bow and arrows, and the two privates, armed with laser rifles, guarded the flanks. T'sar spread the word that he had found some fresh Tugrole tracks, so everyone was a little jumpy.

The wind started to blow bending the tall grass in waves like the ocean. T'sar and the other P'OTP stopped advancing and assumed defensive poses. They knew that a Tugrole liked to use this for cover to get close and attack. Nothing happened for the few moments they waited, so T'sar signaled the advance once again.

There was a loud shriek and a flurry of motion just in front of T'sar. He managed to get an arrow off and was then holding the attacking Tugrole at bay with his bow held out in front of him. The Tugrole had taken the bow in his jaws and was trying to chew through it. At the same time it was trying to overpower T'sar, who was holding his own. This caused the Tugrole to rise up out of the grass, giving Roc his first view of the predator.

The Tugrole was the same color as the grass; its skin mottled providing a camouflaged look. It was low to the ground moving in short spurts of great speed on its eight short legs. It looked like a cross between a tiger shark and an alligator, only with large, clawed paws used for ripping its prey to shreds.

Those paws were moving fast, trying to rip into T'sar's bare chest, as he held the beast at bay with his bow thrust sideway in its gaping maw. The Tugrole raised up almost vertical in its continued attack. Roc saw that T'sar could not hold out much longer. The Tugrole was too close to T'sar for a blaster shot, so Roc reached in between its whirling paws to its defenseless under belly and flipped it end-over-end onto its back. His shot now clear, Roc blasted the middle of the Tugrole, effectively cutting it in half. In the same instance he heard a cry over the emergency channel and the screams of at least two more attacking Tugrole.

Mary heard the cry over her radio, but before she could react she heard the scream of an attacking Tugrole close behind her. Mary spun around leveling her laser rifle. The Tugrole was upon her, Mary's finger automatically tightened on the trigger. The last thing that Mary remembered was the cauterized halves of Tugrole slamming into her before she lost consciousness.

Mary was having a wonderful dream; she was lying naked and a handsome eunuch was bent over her massaging her pert breasts. Mary gave a lustful sigh and reached for the hands pleasuring her smallish tits. This was not a dream; she felt the hands on her chest. Mary's eyes popped open and she beheld the grinning face of Roc leaning over her while his grubby, large fingers squeezed and fondled her breasts. "[See, I told you this would work, T'sar.]" "Welcome back to the living, Sergeant."

Mary was beside herself with embarrassment. Here she was, in charge of this mission, and she was half naked with her corporal feeling her up in front of the alien leader. Mary sat up and pulled the sides of her camouflaged blouse together, covering her heaving chest. "What in the name of all that is holy, do you think you're doing corporal?!? Roc's expression changed from one of joy to one of confusion. "At attention corporal, and explain yourself."

As Mary buttoned her blouse, Roc stood at attention and tried to keep his eyes staring through the distant horizon. "I was just following procedure, Sergeant. I was following the procedure on page 27, section 4, paragraph 2b of the Field Emergency Care manual. 'When a fellow soldier has received a non-fatal blow causing momentary unconsciousness, vigorously rub/massage various soft, fleshy appendages.'", said Roc quoting from the manual.

Mary was not amused. "Does it say 'tits' anywhere in the manual, corporal? Appendages are arms and legs, not tits. Where did you get the idea that you should maul my breasts in from of T'sar? How is he supposed to respect me as a soldier, never mind a leader?"

Corporal Roc was verbally back pedaling, trying to get back in Mary's good graces. "Don't worry Sergeant, I asked him before I started. He said that he didn't mind and he said that he was very grateful to you for protecting his herd� erm the women against the Tugrole. I remembered what a good affect it had on you in the shower, so�"

Mary's face turned red, Roc couldn't tell if it was with embarrassment or anger. T'sar stepped forward, "[Thank you for your heroic actions female Warrior Sergeant kelley. Are you going to use the carcass of the Tugrole? You see we use it for making useful things. Naturally, since you killed the beast, you control the destiny of its final use. If you will, may one of my warriors attend to the disposition of the Tugrole?]" Mary could tell that it took a lot for T'sar to talk to her and her mission was also one of diplomacy, so she bowed her head in agreement and respect to him. This apparently was a correct thing to do, because he nodded his head to her and told his hunters to proceed with the harvesting.

Mary turned to face Roc as T'sar went to his herd� erm the women of his tribe. "Report Corporal, what happened while I was unconscious and where the hell did this other Tugrole come from? It was my understanding that they hunted alone."

Relaxing his posture Roc thought for a moment then said, "Yes that was part of our briefing. Actually four of the Tugrole attacked from four different directions, you and I each killed one, the hunters killed one on the left flank and the Private on the right flank, number 3001232, was taken. His body has not been discovered. The Hunters told me that the body is gone, probably eaten by now. The group has stopped here to harvest the bodies of the slain Tugrole. That is my report Sergeant, if you have no questions I will be standing guard on the perimeter."

"Very well, good report. Carry on Corporal." A hooya from Roc and he was off patrolling the perimeter. Mary stood there digesting the info, straightening her uniform and waiting for her nipples to relax. Well, Roc was right about one thing, massaging my tits did bring me back to life. Unfortunately it also made me horny as hell! I'll have to do something tonight about it. I'll make sure that Roc and I are not on watch.

The hunters finished their harvesting in a reasonable amount of time and the group started once again on their journey. The group was ever watchful as they traveled the rest of the day; however, there were no further incidents. Mary noticed that the women worked on processing pieces of harvested Tugrole as they marched and was thankful that she was a soldier and not in some prince's harem.

They stopped and made camp for the evening. T'sar decided to have one of his hunters on watch throughout the night. It was unprecedented because the Tugrole never attacked when it was dark. They had never hunted together either, so T'sar was justified in his caution. Mary complimented T'sar on his wise decision. He appeared unsure of how to receive this praise, so he merely said, "[Thank you.]" and turned away.

T'sar gathered the camp together. It looked like he was going to make a speech. T'sar motioned Roc closer and started to speak, "[Let it be know to all that this man, my friend Roc, saved my life today. I will hopefully be able to repay him in kind. Know that he is a friend of the P'OTP and my hunting mate. Everything I have is his and I will start by giving him half of my herd.]" He motioned two of the women forward and turned to Roc. "[Let these two make your life always better than it was. They will succor you and you shall guide and protect them.]" With that the two alien women moved to Roc's sleeping area and put their things down and unrolled and straightened his bedding.

Roc, as usual, was at a loss for words. He just smiled and nodded his head. Following the presentation, Roc rushed over to Mary to apologize. "I'm sorry Sergeant; I didn't know what to do." Mary gave him a withering look. "I suppose that I should get acquainted with my 'herd'." Roc hesitated, waiting for Mary to absolve him.

Mary was not in an absolving mood, however. "What the hell were you thinking? And don't give me that synthetic brain excuse either! Do you actually realize what this means? Once this mission is over, you'll have to take those two alien women with you when we leave this planet; unless you were expecting to stay here." Roc shook his head in the negative. You know that the Army is not responsible for your harem. What are you going to do with them when you go on your next mission? You can't take them along; they weren't in your duffel bag that was issued to you." Roc had a totally blank expression on his face. Mary shook her head in disgust. "Well, you'd better go see to their needs, soldier boy. Dismissed!" It looks like I won't get any relief from Roc for awhile. Damn!

Roc wandered over to his sleeping area and the two half naked alien women there. As he approached they put down the things they were working on and looked up at him for guidance. "[ermmm� Just keep doing what you were doing; I have to think for awhile.]" Roc sat there with his head in his hands wondering what he was going to do. I can't just give them back. What do I do? I haven't even read about the care and maintenance of them yet. What if I screw up and they die? T'sar will not be pleased! Roc's deep thoughts were interrupted by the younger of the two women. She had a C-Rats meal in her hands. She was ready to open it up and feed it to him. Roc took the meal and waved her off. It was strange, he didn't feel hungry. Roc knew that he was ALWAYS hungry. Something must be wrong with him.

As Roc half-heartedly ate his C-Rats, he noticed that neither of the women was eating. He motioned them both over. "[Why aren't you eating?]" Roc asked. The older woman explained that he had not given them anything to eat. Roc picked up two C-Rats meal and gave them to the women. "[Eat these and if you need anything else, ask me.]" Roc returned to forcing himself to eat the tasteless food, while the two alien women, HIS alien women, devoured the field rations that were a delicacy to them.

It was getting dark by the time he was finished with his meal. The youngest of his 'herd' approached him with a question in her eyes. Roc indicated that she should ask her question. "[Herd keeper, will you service your herd tonight or she we service each other?]" Roc's look of confusion was clear on his features causing her to explain further. "[As you can see, both of us have weaned younger ones, so we produce nourishment that must be taken care of once in the morning and once in the evening.]" She pointed to her bloated bosom with the three nipples that were starting to leak. "[I assure you the nourishment is quite tasty. Our hunters must drink it to maintain their strength, and we must relieve out swollen bodies, or else we will fall ill.]"

Roc realized that taking care of his 'herd' meant actually taking care of them. This is going to take a good portion of time each day. "[Take care of yourselves tonight. I need to think on this some more.]" The two alien women sat close together and began drinking from each other's teats. They were doing it right in the middle of camp, making loud sucking noises, yet no one else thought anything unusual about it. That is, except for Mary. She was getting turned on watching and listening to the two women please each other. Mary's hand crept to her moist pussy and began a slow rhythmic motion intending to relieve the insistent itch in her crotch.

Unbeknownst to Mary, her action was being observed by T'sar. He wondered what she was doing. To T'sar it seemed like Mary had something stuck in between her legs and was trying to rout it out. It was then that his highly developed sense of smell picked up a strange aroma. The only thing that smelled like that was the females during mating season. The human woman was not mating with anyone, so what was happening. T'sar was confused because the P'OTP only had sex during the mating season. The mating season was some time off and besides the sergeant was not mating with a male. T'sar decided to keep watching to see what else would happen.

Roc's women finished their mutual milking and settled down to sleep. Curious sounds prevented them from sleeping and being intrigued by the soft noises they moved closer to the human woman. As they got closer they could smell her arousal and saw her flagellating her own sex. Mary was too absorbed with her own rising pleasure and did not see them move closer. By now all of the camp was aware of Mary's self-abuse; Roc just dismissed it as normal, but the hunters watched and listened kept silent in awe of what was happening.

The two alien women belonging to Roc watched Mary then looked to their new master for guidance. He nodded to their raised hands, giving them the go ahead. They were very tentative and then gasped as their hands made contact. The pair of alien women felt a rush of pleasure and proceeded to mimic Mary's actions on their own sex. They looked back at Roc, seeing him smile and knew that they had embarked upon a life changing journey. They could find their own pleasure by themselves, the women of the P'OTP were not just for breeding and nourishment to keep the herd plentiful, and it was like a new sexual revolution! T'sar witnessed this and thought deeply on what he had observed so far.

The three women came with in seconds of each other and a strange, thoughtful silence embraced the camp. Mary rolled over and entered a blissful sleep. The two spent alien women managed to crawl to Roc and he took them in his arms. Roc also slept well a blissful thought running through his head; tomorrow night I shall introduce them to pleasure from a man.

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