The Miukusk Bush by Douglas R. Turek

The Miukusk Bush

by Douglas R. Turek

Qragooma hovered above a Miukusk bush. It was the only one for many miles around, but she could smell a recept-mate amongst the wafting aroma of Miukusk berries. The distinctive odor cut through the smells of the millions of other trees and bushes in the forest, which covered at least half of the continent. She modulated her wingbuzz and slowly descended into the midst of the upper fifty meter portion of the bush. There it was, the receptmate, chewing on a fat, juicy berry. She hovered up to the top of the bush, released her flourescent mating mark, and flew up into the air to dance for a partner.

Up in the atmosphere,where the clouds turn from white to pale orange, Qragooma began her dance. She made several repeating loops, going from vertical to horizontal, she followed this with several suggestive arching movements and a spectacular pirouette.

She began to descend when she heard the heard silken tones of another flier behind her. The voice sung its own improvised song in response to the dance. It was spectacularly done. The singer was shinily well-groomed, and had a fantastically swollen flourescing bud, even bigger than her own, and she was well endowed herself. The song ended, and the singer plunged down towards the Miukusk bush. Qragooma followed.

She found her new partner perched, wings folded, on the top of the bush, clutching a berry, already polished. Qragooma felt a rush of blood to her brains. Her submissive side was responding well. She missed it, as her last five mates had 'beat her to the bush', and thus had no fluid in their flourescing buds, so she had to be the inserter. She landed on the same branch and tucked her own wings back.

"I am Paroohee. Care for a berry?", this stranger said, proffering the berry. Sexy, thought Qragooma, such arrogance and gall. Perhaps a long termer, for Paroohee must be a fascinating inserter and a nice strong receiver. Qragooma responded by leaning her head over, extending her mouth flesh and sucking up the berry in one motion, fluidly executed. Paroohee shuddered, her legs quivering. Her bud was starting to extend, and had already deepened to a pale lavender. Wow, thought Qragooma, this is turning her on as much as it is me; I'd better get started.

"There is a receptmate below, drunken on berries and waiting for our passion. Mate with me, won't you?" She couldn't believe her own words and actions. It had been so long since she had recieved, and she was hornier than she realized.
Paroohee responded by grabbing her, turning her upside down, and thrusting her now-rigid bud into her own. So this strange aggressive mate had a traditional side, too. Fascinating. Erotic. Paroohee did show her kinky side though with an occasional slight twisting as she entered and exited. Qragooma, filled with passion and drunk on the sugars of the berry, let out her usual trilling buzz, rising and falling in frequency as each wave of passion swept over her. She looked up towards her own bud; it was pale and glistening with Paroohee's deposit. Paroohee withdrew and Qragooma went into deep shudders of orgasm. She righted herself, allowing her internal cache of glazing fluid to flow down over and into her bud, which instantly ballooned and hardened.
Paroohee embraced Qragooma, stroking her forelimbs with her own.

"Let's set your new egg," Paroohee muttered. Qragooma nodded.
They descended into the bush, scampering through the branches until they came across the receptmate, munching on a small Miukusk leaf, its mouth still smeared with berry juice. Qragooma clenched her back until the eggbud detached. She clasped it in her lower limbs and set it on a large leaf, while Paroohee wove vines around it and made the egg into a leaf-covered package.

They grabbed the receptmate and shoved the package down its throat. It offered no resistance, as all it did was eat leaves and berries and the odor of egg glaze, while almost unnoticeable to the two fliers, was instinctually enticing to the receptmate. It eagerly swallowed the egg bud. In time, it would give birth to several fliers and recepts alike. They would wean themselves on the fragrant berries and leaves and eventually leave the home nest of their Miukusk tree to migrate. When they did migrate, they would meet others of their kind, gather in the stick cities and learn to speak in between endless days of orgiastic feasting and building. Eventually, the forest would call them back to mate.

"Care to join me? I'm going north to the city to feast. I can't wait to grow my bud back," said Qragooma, unfolding her wings.
"Yes. Let's feast." Paroohee respread her wings. They both fluttered upwards into the comfortable sky.