<strong>Hroon</strong><br/><br/>Hroon didn't much care about what was happening to the pink creature.  It was easy enough to hear just what was going on with her, anyway.  She was being very loud with that moaning, and didn't seem to do much in the way of talking at all.  That, combined with Gnongk's comments about her being a 'mating drone', and how she was 'well-trained in the art of reproduction', made it pretty clear that the pink creature was already enjoying the touch of her new interplanetary masters.<br/><br/>More of interest to the Ghrenda'ana was the stick of strange-smelling meat she had been given to give to Nystl-Za.  It was long and twisty, and it came in a flimsy, transparent shell that tasted terrible and seemed to be completely inedible.  Fortunately, it seemed to be easy enough to peel back...  Looking from Squiggurl to her saviors, and then back to Squiggurl again, Hroon tried to decide what to do.  The Sh'iv seemed to be more interested in petting her and talking with the two Ningtiktiklings about the new arrival than anything else.  Surely she wouldn't mind missing out on the taste of this strange meat-stick...  Right?<br/><br/>First she started with a nibble.  Then she took a bite.  Then, just as she got to the point of wolfing down the strangely dry, smokey meat... it was gone, leaving only an odd desire for more of the stuff.<br/><br/>Nystl-Za's tickling drew laughter out of the Ghrenda'ana, while her petting elicited that pleased cooing noise.  Hroon was enjoying the Sh'iv's touch, and didn't even notice at first when her hand started to wander...  But she did eventually, and when she found herself getting aroused by the other alien's touch, she found that she really didn't mind.  Fneech was the one that had first gotten her turned on a few minutes ago with his own touch, rubbing a hand over each of the four openings her body had between her legs and then teasing her lowest pair of nipples, and after that he had seemed to lose interest, or at least had had a stronger interest in the pink creature than in her.  Gnongk was the same, so if her fellow passenger on this ship wanted to bring her a little comfort in that area, she wasn't going to complain.<br/><br/><strong>"Squiggurl..."</strong>Admittedly, she did sort of wish that NZ would go a little lower, touch more than just the top-most opening...  And as she plaintively called out the Sh'iv's nickname, she squirmed around on the floor in front of the other girl, trying to get her to go lower.<strong>"F... feels good..."</strong><br/><br/>Of course, Hroon wasn't exactly hogging the good feelings to herself.  Laying back like that, her tail was in a pretty good position to wind around Nystl-Za's leg, wrapping around her ankle and going up almost to her knee.  A little gentle contraction of the muscles in her tail, and she was rubbing it gently over the other girl's leg easily enough.  She could go lower down or higher up the leg without too much trouble, and the very tip of her long tail was raised high in the air, the sticky fluid it secreted glistening in the ship's lighting and its sweet scent wafting through the air.<br/><br/>It was a part of her body normally used to ensnare prey and bludgeon them to death.  As a result, it wasn't very sensitive to the touch, though it could still at least feel something.  But perhaps that intoxicating scent might have another use?