Sarsuk's Pity Date 1 (Patreon)

As you guys know, I've been fighting writer's block, and the easiest way past that is to write something easy. And nothing's easier than porn.

So, let's explore just how Sarsuk lost his virginity. I have no idea if anyone ever asked for this one, but whatever. You guys have requested so many awesome ideas, and I'm picking at the very easiest low-hanging fruit just to get my mojo rolling again.

This episode is SFW, but I doubt the next one will be!

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Sultuko grinned at her best friend. “You really want to go through with this? Because I know I aced that final prep,” she said. She showed some more teeth. “And I spent the whole week picking through the roster to find the biggest loser in class. When I whip your tail, you are not gonna like who I picked.”

“Bring it!” sneered Gikunip. “You are so losing this bet. No way am I backing down.”

“Okay, fine,” laughed Sultuko, her fiery-orange scales flashing as she snatched her backpack from under the desk. She rummaged quickly through the bag then slid an item across the shared desk, concealing it with her palm. “You’ll need this.”

“What?” asked the pale green krakun. She moved her snout close, and with two claws, she gently peeled her friend’s claw up slightly so she could see the individually wrapped condom hidden underneath.

Gikunip’s eyes opened wide, and she let Sultuko’s claw lower back down over the foil wrapper.

The orange krakun leaned in so close that her lips nearly touched Gik’s tympanum horn and Conquest filled her nose. She loved that scent so much. She’d told Gik that she’d received the cologne as a free gift when she’d purchased her own, but in truth, she’d bought it because she knew it was the perfect scent for her best friend. “When you lose, I’m totally gonna tail you back to his dorm room, and you better bring this back … used and full.”

Sultuko closed her eyes, imagining Gik writhing against the sheets, moaning, digging her talons deep into the mattress. Gikunip put her claw on top of Sult’s and the heat radiating from her palm almost made the green krakun swoon.

Gik pushed, sliding Sultuko’s claw and the illicit little item back to the other half of the desk. “Keep it,” she whispered back. “I know I aced it.”

Sult grinned again. This was the greatest bet ever. The entire semester had been building to this moment.

“What if we tie?” Gikunip asked.

That brought Sult up short, and she pulled her face away a few meters. “Uh. Then we’ve both lost, I guess.”

Gik’s eyes opened wider. “Then we both have to sleep with losers?” She covered a laugh. “Did you bring two?”

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Even the prospect of them both losing the dare wasn’t scaring her off. Sult’s eyes stared. “Uh… No…”

“So, then neither—”

“No!” hissed Sultuko as the professor lumbered his way toward the podium. “No, we still have to. Um… Okay, new rule. If we tied… Um… We both have to sleep with…”—her throat constricted so tightly and the auxiliary heart in her neck pounded out a tango—“with … um … each other,” she finally managed. She thought she might faint.

Gikunip bit her lip a moment in thought before finally nodding. “Okay, that seems fair,” she whispered back. It’d ruin the whole bet if we just called it a wash.”

“Settle down, class!” shouted the professor. “I don’t want to hear any more whispering.”

Sult sat back into her pillow and scooped the condom into her bag. Her head was spinning so fast that she could barely make out the professor’s words. “I’ve finished grading your exams, and I must say that I’m very disappointed. This is simple basic stuff, folks. If you can’t hack the first course in fifth-dimensional wave guides, then maybe university is not for you. Honestly, anyone failing, anyone scoring below a seventy either wasn’t paying attention or should consider transferring to a trade school during the break.”

One-by-one, he called each student to the front and handed them their test. Sult brought hers back with the widest grin plastered across her snout and set it on the middle of the desk, angled toward Gik. At the top, in bright red marker, the professor had written “ADEQUATE” in all majuscule runes. Beside that, her grade: 98—big and circled so it was impossible to miss. She didn’t even bother paging through the sheets to see which detail she had flubbed.

“Nice!” whispered Gik.

Then they waited and waited and waited for the professor to get to Gikunip’s exam. She walked ever-so-slowly to the podium and ever-so-slowly back, her face a complete mask. When she finally took her seat once more, she laid her test atop of her friend’s.

At the top of the sheet, the professor had written “ACCEPTABLE”, and the number inside the circle? 99.

Sultuko stared, eyes wide, jaw hanging open, mind blanked. No! No! No! her brain screamed over and over for who-knows-how long. This can’t be happening!

Someone was tapping her shoulder, so Sult looked up and followed her best friend’s finger toward the back of the classroom where she was pointing at a sandy-yellow krakun who sat in abject horror as he paged through his exam. “How about that guy?” whispered Gik. “I’ll wait for you outside his dorm, and then you can tell me every nasty detail of how it went.”

“Uh… Uh…” Sult finally managed, staring at the krakun in the back. “Okay.”

“Awesome,” Gik said. “This is gonna be great. And … Sult?”

Sultuko turned to her friend, their lips coming so close that they nearly touched, Gik’s warm breath blowing gently in her open mouth. “Yeah?” she whispered.

“Be sure to bring it back for me,” Gik said, pecking a kiss on Sult’s nose. “I want to see how full he can get it. That loser has to be the most pent-up one in our entire grade!”

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Sultuko waited until the classroom had mostly emptied out, but the yellow krakun still sat on his cushion as he paged back and forth through the exam sheets, disbelief painted across his face.

She pretended to trip and tossed her bag into his arms before catching herself on his desk. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” she gasped. “Geez, I’m clumsy. Did I hurt you?”

“Uh … what?” he said, clearly startled. He quickly flipped his exam over. She didn’t get a chance to see his score precisely, but she could tell it was in the fifties. Red marks covered the first page. “No, I… I caught your bag.”

“Oh, thank you!” she said. She put a claw under his chin and kissed the side of his head. His green eyes bulged open wider. “I guess I’m just so frazzled by that exam that I’m not paying attention. You’re such a good sport…” She let her words drift off, prompting him to share his name.

“Uh … Sarsuk,” he said finally.

“Sarsuk? Wow!” Sult said. “That’s such a bold name. It sounds like… Like a one-two punch, y’know? Sar! Suk! Pow!” She made fists and pretended to jab at his chin with one and then the other.

“I… I… I never really thought of it that way,” he said, his face brightening into the hint of a smile. “Um, and you’re…”

Sultuko swallowed. She hadn’t prepared an alias, but there was no way she was going to tell this guy her real name! “Nokevti,” she spurted. “My friends call me Noke.”

“Nokevti?” he repeated with wonder. “Isn’t… Isn’t there a blues singer…?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, lowering her eyes. It had been a stupid name to choose, but it was the first thing to come to mind. “My dad was a huge fan of her music, and my mom never told him, “no” … ever.”

“Oh. Heh.” Sarsuk managed a weak smile. “So, you didn’t do so great on the prep either, huh?”

She shook her head and frowned. “I passed,” she said, “but just barely—no safety margin at all. I’m gonna be up all-night cramming for the final. There’s no way I’m letting them wash me out with the first course!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” sighed the yellow krakun. “My folks said not to come back without a degree. If I wash out… Well, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Yikes!” she said. “That’s quite a motivator. I guess you’ll be up all night too, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Sarsuk said, lowering his eyes.

“Well, I don’t suppose you need a study partner?” said Sultuko. “My roomy aced it, and she’ll be pissed if I keep the light on all night. She needs her beauty rest,” she added in a sing-song voice.

“Uh, that would be amazing!” he said. “I could really use the help.”

“We won’t keep your roommate up?” she asked. With a wink, “I can get kinda … wild when I’m sleep deprived!”

“Ha! No.” Sarsuk grinned wide. “My roommate never studied. He stayed out every night drinking and washed out at midterms.”

Sultuko reached for her bag and slid her palm lightly over the back of his claw. “Lucky! I wish I’d had a private room since mid-terms. I bet you’ve been abusing the privilege, having gals over every night!”

The yellow krakun’s face lifted and fell as he dithered, trying to decide how to respond. At last, he replied, “Yes, well, I suppose I’m paying the price for that now, huh? I’m at risk of failing this final too.”

“Well,” she said, offering him her claw, “I suppose we should make the best of this night, so we don’t regret it tomorrow!”

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Reviewer's link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZckA20NTfUDUdYUqOdgFauEMV6WRZgYY8qEKjQwxhhM/edit?usp=sharing

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