Trespassers Will
by Augie Doggie
based on http://www.thevalkyrie.com/pics/a/augiedoggie/lacer032.gif


The voice spoke quietly behind him, a honey-dark contralto with a purr like a
cat who'd just cornered a mouse: "Well, well, well. What have we here?"

Doppler spun, ice crackling down his spine, but he knew it was already too
late. The signs were posted everywhere in this part of the embassy--"Valkyrie
Lizards Only Allowed in this Area!"--and the stories he'd heard about what
they did to trespassers....

She stood in the hall he'd just come out of, and only by looking up and up and
up did he finally meet her dark-blue eyes, a faint curl on her lips that he
hoped was a smile. She was nearly twice as tall as him, after all, one big
hand resting on her hip, the other just touching the scabbard of her sword.
Her skin-tight maroon outfit he recognized as the off-duty uniform of a
Valkyrie squad lieutenant, and everything about her, well, huge was just too
small a word, her shoulders, Doppler was sure, wider than he could reach with
both hands. Her biceps, even relaxed and unflexed as they were now, had to be
bigger around than his waist, and her breasts bulged so massively from her
broad chest just above Doppler's eye-level, he figured he wouldn't've been
able to see her face at all if she'd taken another step toward him.

For the briefest instant, he considered running, but, well, ever since the
Valkyries had arrived on Reptilita in their impossibly faster-than-light
starships, street crime had dropped to near zero in those cities where they'd
established their embassies due to their patrols. Their teams had come to
dominate every sport they were interested in, and there was even talk of
contracting with them to take over the planetary defense force. So, with
running pretty much another word for suicide, he ended up just standing there
and staring up at her.

After a moment, that almost-smile still on her face, she asked, "Is there
something I could do for you, sir?"

"Ummm, not kill me?" Doppler realized that he'd brought his hands up and was
clasping them like he was praying, but, well, he _was_ , wasn't he? "Please?"

Her smile grew a little, crinkling the smooth green skin around her eyes, and
she slowly folded her arms under her breasts, the movement of so much muscle
and flesh making Doppler catch his breath. "Can you give me a reason why I
shouldn't?" she asked, that same purr in her words.

Doppler let himself tremble, let his fear out so she'd be able to smell it in
his scent, and bowed his head to focus on the shiny black leather of her
boots. "Please, ma'am, I...I just...just--"

"You know what we do to spies, don't you?"

"Spies?" He snapped his gaze back up. "Oh, no, ma'am! I'm not a--"

"Oh?" With a blur of green and maroon, the Valkyrie knelt, enveloped Doppler's
chest with one hand, and with the other deftly plucked the camera from its
pocket underneath his shirt. "I understand there are many parties here that
would love to learn the secret of how we've managed to grow so much larger
than you normal Reptilians, or even the secrets behind our starship engines."
She held the camera up, her face inches from Doppler's, all trace of her smile
gone. "You wouldn't have been stupid enough to have gone snooping about the
records' library, by any chance, would you, sir?"

The simmering anger in her eyes, the sword-sharp edge in her voice, but all
Doppler wanted to think about was the feel of her strong fingers around his
chest, the press of her giant breasts against his stomach, his arousal at her
closeness making his breath ragged and his trousers tighten.

A few seconds, and the pulse of his penis brought it into contact with the
undercurve of her breasts, and even through all the layers of cloth, Doppler
shuddered at the touch. "Not...the library," he managed to say. "I...I heard
there's a peep-hole into...into your barrack's bathhouse, and I..." His penis
gave another pump, pressing deeper into the soft solidity of her breasts, and
all Doppler could do was whimper.

The Valkyrie's eyes went wide, and she started back like he'd stung her, her
gaze moving down to the front of Doppler's trousers. His penis bulged further,
Doppler clenching his eyes shut and whispering, "I've dreamed for so long
about you Valkyries that I...I had to take a chance to get some photos..."

Another few seconds of silence, Doppler all too aware of how easily she could
tighten her grip, the sheer circumference of her arm, he was sure, more than
enough muscle to crush his ribs, snap his spine, and squeeze him to death
right then and there. But when she didn't, he squinted his eyes open to see
her smiling down at him again. "Well," she said, her purr back full-force,
"that changes things a bit, doesn't it?" The pressure of her hand disappeared,
and she rose quickly to her full height, the grace and strength of that giant
body unflexing almost dizzying. "Will you come this way, please, sir?" She
gestured with the hand not holding his camera back down the hallway further
into the embassy.

Doppler blinked at her. "But...but I thought..." He pointed in the other
direction toward the lobby he'd snuck through earlier while the guards had
been distracted by the delivery of several pallets of ornamental hardwood
flooring. "Aren't you going to turn me in?"

That smile still in place, she merely gestured down the hallway again, and
Doppler figured he'd better not press his luck. He started back into the
depths of the embassy, her shadow moving behind him like a storm cloud.

Only at the first intersection did she speak: "To your left here, please,
sir."

He gave a quick glance at her over his shoulder. "May I ask where we're
going?"

But she didn't speak again till the next intersection: "To the right here,
sir."

The lighting down that corridor was grey and industrial, the hallway lined
with doors every ten yards or so, each door, Doppler noted with confusion,
numbered in consecutive order, odd on the left, even on the right.

"Number thirty-three," he heard her say. "Just ahead on the left."

When they reached that door, Doppler stopped, not sure what he was supposed to
do. But she was moving around him, tapping the keypad beside the door, pushing
it open after it clicked. "Right this way, sir."

Only darkness inside, and Doppler's stomach clenched. "I...I...I don't--"

"If you'd be so kind, sir." Her big hand swung down, planted itself against
his back, and pushed gently, sliding Doppler easily along the slate floor,
through the doorway, and into the dark.

The flooring changed abruptly, Doppler almost falling, but the Valkyrie
Lizard's hand caught his shoulder. "Steady, sir." Lights flashed on, warm and
yellow and muted, and Doppler blinked to see...

Soft red carpeting underfoot, the walls of the room panelled with wood. A
utilitarian desk sat below a window ahead, the dark of early evening showing
outside, a table with two chairs in a kitchenette to the left. Several closed
doors--closets, Doppler guessed, or maybe a bathroom--a large, impeccably made
bed taking up most of the room to his right, its satin bedspread the same dark
red as the carpet and the drapes. "Not bad for bachelor officers' quarters,"
her voice came from behind him, and he turned to see her flip a latch on the
door. "So we're not disturbed," she said with a grin.

Doppler's penis, which had been slowly subsiding during the walk, gave another
lurch upward, and the Valkyrie's grin widened. "You see, sir," she began,
stepping past Doppler into the room. "When we met in the hallway there, I was
on my way off-duty, heading down to the bars by the university to see if I
could find a young gentleman who might be interested in engaging in some
recreational activities of a highly personal nature. If you get my drift,
sir."

Unwilling to believe it, Doppler turned to see her setting his camera down on
the desk. "Imagine my surprise," she continued, reaching across to draw the
curtains closed, "when, not a hundred yards from my very doorstep, I run
across a young gentleman who appears, if you'll pardon me, sir," and her eyes
moved to the over-stuffed front of his trousers again, "to be very interested
and very interesting." She cocked her head, and the sweet scent of an aroused
female began tickling at Doppler's nostrils. "Or am I mistaken, sir?"

His jerky breathing made reply impossible, but Doppler managed to shake his
head, his throat going dry as he saw the maroon material, tight as a drumhead
over her breasts, start to stretch outward, her nipples pushing out thicker
than his thumbs. She took a deep breath, her uniform somehow stretching even
further to accommodate, her eyes half closing. "Oh, sir," she muttered. "I'm
so very glad to know that." In one swift motion, she unbuckled her sword belt,
tossed it onto the desk beside his camera, and positively flowed the few steps
to the bed to sit on the edge, her powerful tail curled demurely around her
feet. "Perhaps you'd care to climb aboard, sir?" She patted her lap, her smile
all invitation and promise.

Doppler took a step forward, but his legs swayed beneath him, his knees giving
out; with a cry, he tumbled face-first onto the carpet. A rumble of laughter,
heavy footfalls, and before he could even push himself back up, strong hands
had grabbed him, hoisted him effortlessly from the floor, and he was sailing
through the air, landing at last on a mixture of soft and hard that he
realized immediately were her thighs. Her hands moved to cover his shoulders,
and he looked up past those incredible breasts to her face. "Oh, sir," she
whispered, her breath making her breasts bulge and settle. "Y'know, some gals
in the troop only like 'em big and tough, like they're looking for a male who
can wrestle with 'em or something." She gave another rumbling laugh, one hand
sliding up his neck to cup his chin, her fingers strong but surprisingly
gentle. "But me, I like you little fellas. You're so delicate, it just drives
me crazy...."

Unable to stop a whimper, Doppler brought his hands up to clasp her wrist, ran
his damp palms up along the soft green skin of her forearm, the muscles hard
and massive underneath. She growled deep in her throat, her eyes closing, and
for an instant, Doppler thought he was dead. But then her arms were wrapping
around him, pulling him into the depths of her cleavage, her face coming down,
her lips pressing against his. The scent of her desire hit him like a slap,
and he pushed himself up into her kiss, sliding his arms and hands along the
cloth-covered inside curves of her breasts till he could reach for her, cling
to her thick neck, and lose himself in the wonderful warmth of her embrace.

Her rumbling laugh shook him then, and she pulled away just enough to murmur,
"Oh, you like that, do you?"

He let himself smile and stretched to meet her lips again, his whole body
completely enveloped in her.

Another rumbling growl, and everything was suddenly moving, Doppler spinning
with her as she stood, turned, and lay down on top of him, the intensity of
her kiss racheting up, her weight pressing him deep into the soft satin of the
bedspread. He couldn't help gasping in surprise, and she pulled back, alarm in
those deep blue eyes. "Sir?"

"No, no, I'm fine," Doppler made himself say, started his fingers slowly
caressing the giant breasts covering his chest. "Much, much more than fine,
actually..."

That little smile curled across her snout again, but she sat up instead of
leaning back down. "I'm very glad to hear it, sir. I sometimes get a bit--"
Her eyes moved, so intense Doppler could almost feel the path they traced
along his body. "Carried away," she went on, "when I've got a luscious little
bit like you in my arms." One manicured claw began tracing a slow circle
around the top button of his shirt. "Being all gentle just turns me on so, I'm
like to forget myself now and again..."

"Ummm," was all Doppler could think to say, suddenly very aware of her massive
thighs squeezing his pelvis, her calves holding tight against his legs.

"Not to worry, sir." Her breath was coming quickly, her breasts rising and
falling under her maroon top, her fingers moving against his chest as she
slowly undid the first button of his shirt. "I try to make myself remember my
dollies when I was a wee girl." Her eyes sparkled. "Not that I was ever what
you folks'd call small, I suppose." More tugs at his chest, and Doppler forced
his eyes away from the spectacular view of _her_ chest to see her quick
fingers slipping the rest of his buttons neatly from their buttonholes. Then
she was sliding his shirt open, and Doppler was surprised to hear her groan.

He looked up, saw nothing but naked desire in her eyes. "And not that my
dollies were ever so sweetly shaped...," she murmured, and she bent forward,
pressed her open lips to Doppler's stomach, her tongue sliding hot and wet up
his chest.

Doppler groaned himself, arched his back to meet her tongue, the movement of
her rock-hard abs against the front of his pants bringing him to the very edge
of orgasm.

But then she was rising again, on her knees above him like a tower, her breath
even faster than before. Biceps bulging, she crossed her arms in front of
herself, grabbed the lower hem of her top, and with one swift motion, tore it
off over her head, the muscles rippling her smooth green skin, her breasts so
proud, so gigantic, Doppler almost came just at the sight of them.

Grinning wildly, she clamped her big hands around Doppler's chest and slid him
bodily further up the bed, his head thumping softly into one of the silken
pillows. He looked down then to see her reach for the front of his pants, and
before Doppler could even gasp, she'd flicked open the snap, slid the zipper,
and laid him bare all the way down to his knees, his penis springing up bigger
than he thought he'd ever seen it.

She made a little cooing noise, her eyes darting up to meet his. "Just about
to blow, is he, sir? Then let's just--" She leaned forward, slid her hands
along her breasts till the dark green nipples were jutting out between her
middle and ring fingers, then she pulled her cleavage open and settled her
breasts down around his bulging penis. She tilted her head up, another wide
grin on her lips, and pushed her breasts together, swallowing Doppler's penis
and making him throw his head back and screech, pure joy bursting through him,
his penis pulsing and pulsing and pulsing, pumping hot liquid pleasure out
into the warm confines between her breasts.

It seemed like minutes before he could even move, his body tingling in a way
it never had before after an orgasm. Finally, though, his nerves settled down
enough to realize he didn't feel her warmth anymore, and he opened his eyes to
see her standing beside the bed, water dripping from the wet washcloth she was
wiping along the inner curves of her breasts. She was smiling, though, and her
smile grew when she glanced over at him. "You're a fine and healthy one,
aren't you, sir?"

For an instant, he wondered what she meant. But as he watched those
unbelievable arm muscles bulging to move the washcloth over her huge breasts,
he could feel his crotch tightening again, the head of his penis rising slowly
into view.

The tip of her tongue touched her upper lip, her eyes focused on his penis.
"Can't keep a good man down, is that it, sir?"

And Doppler couldn't help it, couldn't stop his face from heating up. "I...I'm
sorry," he made himself stammer. "You're just so beautiful that I
can't...can't help but--"

Her laugh cut him off. "Oh, sir!" She bunched the washcloth up and tossed it
through the open door on the other side of the room. "You are purely a
treasure!" She raised one leg, then, her knee, still covered in the tight
maroon of her outfit, easily coming up to tap her nipple, and pulled off her
boot. "Eighteen months I've been on this planet, sir, and you're the first lad
who's apologized for being ready for another go." She took her other boot off,
then, put her hands on the waist of her pants, and slid out of them with a
seductive wriggle that made Doppler gasp, her whole lower body from her toes
to her hips to the lips of her cunt smooth, green, and perfect.

Doppler moved to sit up, to reach for her, but faster than someone her size
should've been able to move, she was on the bed beside him, one big hand
gently pushing against his chest. "No, no, sir," she whispered. "Let me. You
just go on being my dolly for tonight. Please?"

The unexpected longing in those big blue eyes made Doppler blink, and then
made him smile. He put a hand, barely half as big, over hers and whispered,
"I'm all yours, my lady."

Her smile seemed to light the whole room, and those giant arms wrapped around
him again, her lips against his somehow gentle and fervent at the same time.
Then she pulled away, her hands moving his arms to pull his shirt off, and
lowered him onto the bedspread. "I'll just get you unencumbered, then, sir."
She slid back down to the end of the bed, knelt on the floor, and Doppler
watched her untie his shoes and pull them off, his penis jittering and
swelling with each touch of her fingers.

She leaned forward then, slid her nipples along the pants bunched around his
knees, and slowly pulled them off, dropping them onto the floor and out of
sight. Her breasts were rising and falling with her quickened breath again,
and when she stroked her hands gently up his legs, Doppler couldn't keep his
own breath calm. "Please!" he hissed out through gritted teeth, the pressure
in his loins almost unbearable. "Please take me!"

A low rumbling laugh. "Always so polite, sir." And she rose slowly at the end
of the bed, her arms at her sides, her eyes smoldering, her every muscle huge
and taut. Doppler felt a mixture of joy and fear as she stretched one massive
arm out, her fist settling onto the bed beside him and sinking into its soft
springiness. One leg slid along the silken bedcover, then she was moving over
him, her breasts, each bigger than his head, advancing toward him like clouds,
their nipples just brushing the edges of his chest.

A light touch against the upthrust tip of his penis made him gasp, and her
grin widened. "There you are, sir," she purred, and then she just simply
enveloped him, her arms around his back, those big hands cupping his head,
those breasts around his chest, her legs around his, and her cunt--

Warm soft tightness sliding down around his penis, swallowing him to a depth
he'd never felt in any other woman. Every muscle in Doppler's body screamed
its desire to thrust into her, but he couldn't move, couldn't get any
leverage, her embrace so complete, all he could do was squeal and twitch
slightly.

"Oh, sir...," she rumbled all around him, then her lips were presing his and
she was moving against him, a wonderous fluttering of muscle all along his
penis that made Doppler writhe with joy. She slid up a bit, then pounded back
down, up and down, up and down, seeming to drive him deeper into her with
every push, and Doppler abandoned all attempts at restraint, bleating and
biting and shimmying, pleasure building and pulsing and bulging till his
nerves were singing like high tension wires in a windstorm.

She matched him the whole way, gasping at first each time she jammed him up
into herself, the gasps becoming snorts, her breath hot and sweet against
Doppler snout, until her snorts were more like bellows, her deeper voice
mixing with his until he felt her spasm around him, warm liquid flooding and
squeezing his penis.

Which sent Doppler right over the top, explosions of perfect ecstasy ripping
through him. Coming and coming, the orgasm wracked his whole body, and he
pressed himself into her as well as he could, wanting the sensation to go on
and on and on.

***

Doppler woke slowly, lazily, floating on a feeling of pure and absolute
contentment.

Which was strange. Why did he feel so good? It'd been years since--

The events of the night came to him, then, and he popped his eyes open, saw
the red curtains still drawn across the window of the Valkyrie lieutenant's
apartment, the light of full morning shining through them.

It had been literally the best night of his life, the huge lizard woman
knowing exactly what to do to get him hard again after each incredible orgasm.
Six times? Seven? Doppler couldn't be sure, his memories dissolving into a
soft but solid wall of nothing but pleasure.

He sighed, then, rolled over under her silk sheets, and saw that the other
side of the bed was empty. Sitting up with a sudden chill, he looked at the
open bathroom door, but he couldn't see or hear anything from in there.

Where had she gone? And more importantly, had she taken his--?

Moving his eyes again to the window, he let out a relieved breath to see his
clothes neatly folded on the desk next to his camera and shoes. A piece of
paper leaned against them all, and he climbed out of the giant bed, padded in
his bare feet across to the desk, picked the paper up.

_Visitors' Pass_ it had printed across the top. It was dated yesterday, said
it was good till noon today, and it was signed across the bottom, "Lt.
Gladiola DuPlessis."

Doppler couldn't help grinning. Gladiola? No wonder she hadn't told him her
name...

A glance at her bedside clock told him it was half past eleven, so pulling on
his clothes, he tucked his camera away, took the pass in one hand, and made
his way across the room to the door. He flipped the door latch; it gave a
little beep and swung open toward him. No one was in the hallway outside, so
he started for the corridor to his right.

He turned the corner, started down toward the main corridor into this part of
the embassy, but voices ahead made him freeze, four large Valkyrie Lizards in
blue-black patrolwomen uniforms coming around the corner laughing and
chatting--none of them were as large as the lieutenant, though, but then
Doppler didn't think he'd ever seen anyone as large as her...

The four patrolwomen stopped when they saw Doppler, the hands going to their
swords, their eyes narrowing. Swallowing, Doppler help up the pass. "I...I
was...just leaving..."

The Valkyrie in front bent down, peered at his pass, and let out a laugh. "One
of the lieutenant's boy toys," she said over her shoulder to the others. They
all laughed as well, and without giving Doppler another look, the four pushed
past him and down the corridor.

Eyes on the floor, Doppler moved the rest of the way down the hall, turned the
corner, and left the private area of the embassy, stepping around the guard
desk he'd snuck past the evening before and handing his pass to the Valkyrie
there. She checked it, stamped it, and dropped it into a desk drawer with
barely a look at Doppler himself, and he got out as quickly as he could.

The embassy was on Spring Street right downtown, so Doppler ddn't have long to
wait for a bus to the central terminal. There, he stepped into the men's
bathroom, waited in a stall till he heard no one else there, then climbed up
onto the sinks and pushed open the ventilation duct he'd undone two nights
ago. Crawling into the duct, he stopped long enough to fasten the screen back
into place, then he made his way down to the basement, slipping out into the
janitor's closet where he'd hidden his change of clothes and his make-up kit.

Once he'd lightened the green of his skin, he slipped into his dark business
suit, buried the camera in amongst the important-looking papers in his
briefcase, and stuffed the clothes he'd worn to the embassy into the furnace.
Pressing an ear to the door, he heard nothing, so he slipped out, walked up
the maintenance hallway, and out into the underground section of the terminal.

He bought a ticket for the South Turnsey express, got onto the train, and rode
it for half a mile till it slowed as it always did leaving the underground
portion of the line to round the great curve at Barnsley before heading out
into the country. He was between cars at the time, and some quick work with
his lockpick got the door open, Doppler jumping and rolling into the blind
he'd carved out among the weeds. He lay still for several minutes after the
train had sped up and away, the sensor in his briefcase chiming a quiet "all
clear" when it detected no sign of life but him within its scanning radius.
Standing then, he crossed the tracks and climbed into a disused drainage
tunnel.

The sensors in the walls reacted to the sensor in his briefcase, disarming the
sentry lasers, and Doppler flipped open the false lid over his touchpad,
tapped out the entry code, and stepped inside when the hidden door popped
open.

Home sweet home.

His workstation was powering up, again in reaction to the sensor in his
briefcase, and he pulled his camera out, synched it to the workstation, and
had it run a diagnostic.

The machine detected no viruses in the camera, and the memory chip responded
to his access codes. Doppler smiled. The photos he'd taken at the embassy: the
complete plans for the Valkyrie's faster-than-light starship engines.

There's been more than a few moments when he'd wondered whether he'd be coming
back from this job alive, but, well, he was the best, wasn't he? No other spy
had ever even gotten into the embassy, let alone come back with any
information. And sex with a Valkyrie lieutenant on top of that? He'd be in a
class by himself after this...

Doppler tapped the workstation console, told it to download the pictures, and
started for the kitchen to grab some breakfast. With 36 high-resolution
pictures to extract and resolve, he figured he had ten or fifteen minutes
before they'd be--

The workstation buzzed. Doppler turned back, saw the words, "All 7 Images
Resolved" appeared on the monitor.

He did another system scan. Everything normal: no bugs, no worms, no trojan
programs. This was the camera he'd taken in to the embassy with the same
memory chip, everything exact down to the extra markings he'd engraved with
his electron cutter.

A little knot of ice in his gut, Doppler opened the browser to see what his
machine had downloaded and found 6 images and 1 video clip. The images, as he
clicked through them one by one, were the lieutenant, naked and posing, as
gorgeous as he remembered, his groin tightening despite his growing agitation.
And the video clip when he clicked it into play mode...

It showed Doppler himself lying asleep in the Valkyrie's bed, a little smile
on his face. Then the camera moved, and the lieutenant's face came into view.
"I erased all those boring photos you'd taken, sir," her familiar voice said
through his workstation's speaker, "and replaced them with a few I think
you'll enjoy a bit more." The camera shifted to show Doppler again. "I've also
refrained from killing you as you slept in payment for the lovely night you
gave me. But mark my words, sir..."

Once more the camera moved to the lieutenant's face, and the anger in her eyes
almost made Doppler step back from the monitor. "If I see you again, either on
the street or on a train, in a theater or a shop or a stadium, anywhere at
all, sir...I will kill you right there and right then, sir. Have no doubt of
that."

The image clicked to black, and the machine asked if Doppler would like to
play the video again.

A few seconds, and Doppler managed to raise his shaking hand to click the "No"
button.