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How bout a afab reader wants a pups of their own with their partner, so they help their big strong yautja woman pick out a suitable/worthy male for the upcoming breeding season :3

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Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 4050

Warning: Suggestive content

Summary: Breeding season was only a week away when you finally pop the question to Gawtin. At first, you thought she would be made or think it as weird, but when she accepts. You are more than happy to go around the tribe and see who is worthy enough for Gawtin. You pick out males who catch your artistic eye while your mate finds ones with the skills she likes.

Author Note: Good to see you're back cup anon! I loved writing this one! Honestly, I've never thought about this but it definitely would fit into the Yautja world if they're a same sex couple.

P.S. I'm sort of back! Kind of. Still working on typing up the stories I have written down in my notebook. I'm also getting some backups for my patreon so I have some ready to be posted.

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Ao3

There was no missing the thick scent of testosterone in the air that plugged your senses. All the males in the tribe were on edge. It was dangerous for you to roam around at time like this. So, for the time being until the hormones left the yautjas systems, you were stuck in your mate’s home. It was for your safety though. A hormonal, raging yautja male will think of you as a threat. This was a mutual agreement between you and your mate for you stay home.

Gawtin, herself, was taken by you. Of course. Though you were not a yautja, let alone strong enough to fight off other suitors from trying to steal your woman, Gawtin was plenty enough to scare of any that dared to try for her hand. The mating mark on her neck was not large enough for anyone to see unless they were seriously looking.

This year, an idea had come to mind the week before the true search for breeding mates begun. The biology between the two of you couldn’t work since you were both the same sex. Even then, you don’t know if it was possible for two completely different species to reproduce. It didn’t matter to you though.

The mighty lady lazed about in the living room. One hand holding a book while the other was resting on your stomach. The limb so large it easily took over the entire expanse there. Her fingertips grazing the underside of your free breasts. The sketch book in your hand was set down on her hand. You released a deep sigh and closed your eyes.

No matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking about the question. It was stuck to your mind like cold honey. You knew she wouldn’t take offense of such a thing. It was…. It’s just it goes against your moral code for a human. But, if you wanted children, a child with Gawtin, you had to bite the bullet and get it over.

Said yautja let the book in hand droop to gaze down at you. A low hum left her throat in a silent question. You cracked an eye open to see her one studded brow raised as well. Of course, she was concerned about your wellbeing though unusual for a yautja to so. She’s adapted and learned.

“What? It’s not-“ you paused when she gave you a look that said ‘don’t lie to me.’ Another sigh, more exasperated this time. “Alright, alright, caught me red handed. Just like always.” This time, you set the sketch book onto the coffee table and sat up. Gawtin kept her hand on your stomach.

“Okay, I’ve been thinking. Been kind of thinking it’s been a bit… lonely around the house,” you tried to hint to her at first. Gawtin slips a piece of paper into her book and closes it on the couch the two of you are on. Her purple eyes are trained back on you.

“Are you wanting a pet?” she questioned and tilted her head slightly. Her long tresses swaying with the movement. You pressed your lips into a thin line and softly gripped one of her strands towards the end. They were a strange rubbery feeling yet soft to the touch. There was nothing you could compare it to.

A snort left your nose. Should’ve worded that a bit better. You shook your head. “No, no. I… ugh, it feels dirty to suggest this because we’re together.” You dragged your hands down your face. Embarressment burned your cheeks with heat. Your words only confused the moss green yautja even more. Cultural differences and your lack of a good explanation.

Gawtin is more than patient. It something that comes as being a hunter. Born and bred to be a hunting machine.

It took you time to gather your thoughts and courage to come out with what you’ve wanted to say for the last month. “I want children with you. Or-or a child at least.” The words slipped off of your tongue rapidly, so quickly you feared that Gawtin didn’t hear them. That you would have to repeat yourself and endure the embarrassment all over again.

Her mandibles twitch, chest expanding but you beat her to the punch. “And I know we’re both female and can’t have children biologically but I was thinking with the upcoming breeding season. Like… I could help you chose a male to-to…” Why did it feel so dirty say that to her? For her god’s sake, she’s bent you over every inch of this house and even in some places in the surrounding forest and pounded into you with a silicone dildo.

“Ugh!” you groaned and flopped against the back of the couch. Gawtin is quiet at first before snorting and scooping you into her lap. Your thighs are forced wide to accommodate her wide size. Her massive hands cup your hips and hold you in place. Where you belong: in her lap. “Well… of course, only if you want to.”

Heat continued to burn at the soft flesh of your cheeks. You hid from her powerful gaze by ducking your head down. One hand left your hips to pinch your chin and force you to find her gaze. As you opened your lips to speak out of stupidity, her thumb silences you.

“Is what I am hearing is you want me to find a male this mating season so we can have a child together?” Gawtin reillerated what had spewed from your mouth in the beginning. The way she formed the sentence was far more kinder, less dirty. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head with what little room she gave you to do so.

One of her mandibles barely quirked up into a smirk but you saw it plain as day. “And you want to help me chose the right male for me?” Once more, you could only find the courage to nod. Her thumb brushed against your bottom lip. Gawtin leaned down and nuzzled her brow to yours. “I like your idea, my artist. I know you would pick out the perfect male for me. You have a critical eye.”

Immediately, you perked up with a bright smile. “Really?” you gasped then latched your arms around her neck in a death grip then pulled back, hands still clasped behind her. “I thought you would think that as weird or if I was asking you to cheat on me.”

A chuckle vibrated through her chest. “Breeding and sex are a common thing our species converse about. We do not think of it as a sin compared to your culture.” That’s right. “If I were to breed with a male it would only be a mutual agreement between us.” And you knew that was the honest truth with her. Gawtin was loyal. Through and through.

You smiled widely up at her and twiddled your fingers with one of her dreads. “So,” you dragged out the word, “we’ve got a week until the official season starts. Shall we go see what the competition looks like?” you asked and gave her tress a firm tug. The purple of her eyes darkened instantly.

“You do realize that the season effects me as well?” she growled at you, claws digging into your hips. The lack of full clothing, curtesy of Gawtin, allowed her better access to your skin. She sees the grin that spreads across your face. That answer plain as day before her.

The two of you reek of sex as you wondered through the tribe. Plenty of males were strutting their stuff, chests puffed, shoulders squared, all walking as if they were the best. Many of them you knew of from the tribe that Gawtin lives in. All under her mother’s rule. But, there was quite a few you knew didn’t reside here.

Due to the scent that was rubbed into your skin at this point, males within fifty feet had their eyes on the two of you. The mating mark clear as a full moon in a clear sky on your shoulder. Yours on Gawtin was less noticeable due to your dull teeth and her thick scales. But, you knew she reeked of your scent after making you gush all over her. Like the horny female she was, she had rubbed it into her scales. The hottest thing you’ve ever experienced with her. Specially when she dragged you out on wobbly legs, not even bothering to clean you up. She just threw your clothes back on you.

Gawtin was a sight to be seen as well. From the fact she reeked of you to the fact who her mother was. She had power from both a political position and a skilled hunter herself. She’d should have a line waiting for her but it was you who stole her away, as some of her tribe likes to say. Words from people she challenged and put back into their place.

No messes with her mate. Not even her own mother.

Hand in hand, you strolled around the crowded streets of her hometown. In the mixture of males, females roamed around, seeing what the menu held as well. Yet, everyone kept a wide berth around the two of you, knowing who and what Gawtin was.

When the day came to an end, Gawtin had carried you home. The amount of walking the two of you had done wore you out. Well, also the fact she had drilled a dildo into you before going on said walk. Both of those had tired you out. The moment your head hit a pillow, you were out like a light.

Before you knew it, the day for breeding season had come into full effect. It was dangerous for you to roam around even with Gawtin at your side. Hormones were so thick in the air, you choked on them. Gawtin did her best to ensure her scent filled the space around you.

She found a space a little off the beaten path and guided you to sit down on a fallen log. The moss green yautja knelt down in front of you. One of her hands rested on your naked knee. The other tilted your chin to be level. “Remember, if you want this to stop at any point, speak up. I will not do this if you do not want to. If things do get a bit rough, do not run. Do. Not. Run.”

Yautjas maybe intelligent beings but the species still relied on their base instincts. This is no different. Running from a predator will only activate their need to chase. There’s no out running a yautja in their home turf. Not when they are hormonal and ready to mate any willing female.

Her hands cupped your face and pulled you closer. “Our mating is not soft or gentle. You have seen how I treat you. Even that is considered gentle. If a male we chose bests me in a fight, he will not be kind. But, do not try to interfere. He will kill you where you stand. It will be scary but do not fret, it is our way of life.” Gawtin wanted to prepare you for brutality of their mating ritual. It sounds harsher than anything you’ve heard before. It made you fear for her safety and well-being.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you through unnecessary harm,” you whispered to quietly, not wanting to voice your fear loudly.

“Yes, I have plenty of children and have gone through plenty of breeding seasons before meeting you.” Right. Her latest had been a son named Qui’oky. He’s gone off into the universe to pave his own path into masterhood. “There is nothing to fear. If I do not want him, I will not let him take me. I promise you this.” She was a beast of a yautja. Not many wanted to mess with her on a good day.

You swallowed down the lump that swelled in your throat to straight your spine. You knew that what she said was the truth. No one could make her submit unless she willingly did.

After one last moment, Gawtin finally pulled away and stood tall. Then, she walks back onto the path and struts her way through the crowd that busied the street. Being off the main path, you knew that no male would come along and try to harm you. Not with Gawtin’s scent still etched into your skin. They’d see you nothing more than a bug and walk off to find a female of their species. Thankfully, you weren’t ovulating during a time like this or else Gawtin would never have let you out. Apparently, that scent is just as potent as a female in heat. Even if you weren’t the same species.

Before long, you see Gawtin dragging two males the two of you had picked out. Both were scrambling, snarling as Gawtin simply had lifted them like they were nothing. A bellow echoed around the jungle. She drops the two of them in the same ring. The males’ eyes snapped to each other. They sized their opponent up, chest puffed up and muscles twitching.

Only for a pack of three other males to appear out of the foliage. Your eyes widened at the sight while Gawtin growled lowly in her chest, claws flexing at her side. She saw them as a threat to you. But there was one that was a beautiful teal blue that you’ve never seen before. A shore yautja who was a long way from home.

“Gawtin,” you softly called out her name. Everyone’s attention was suddenly on you. Maybe a wrong move but you couldn’t let an opportunity like him slip away if you anything to say about. Despite the hungry, fiery gazes on you, you kept your chin high and level, not daring to bow down to the lot of males seeking for a hole to dump their seed in.

“That one can stay,” you motion towards the teal blue that had caught your eye. The others were a burnt orange and a dirty red that did little to make your artistic heart flutter. That’s the thing, you choose on their looks while Gawtin choose on their physic and skills. And that’s how you were able to come to agree on two that matched what you two were looking for.

She dipped her head and growled again towards the two that dared to trespass on this ritual. Instantly, the males had bowed their heads in submission and backed away. Thankfully, your suddenly added male stayed where he stood.

You slipped off of the log and strolled over to the new addition. There was that wild, fiery look in his dark, emerald green eyes but not as prominent as the other two. He seemed to have better control of his temper. A good feature. Gawtin purposefully moved between you and the other two who had gone back to sizing the other up.

He was built well too. Muscles formed for a strong ocean swimmer. Webbing between his fingers and hooked claws. You stalk around him, looking for imperfections that would instantly disqualify him.

Yet, the male had nothing wrong with him by what you would find. You stand back to allow Gawtin to have her own look at the male. She was critical just like you but searched for different features than you were.

Gawtin stepped back and nodded her head. “He can stay,” she rumbled.

“I agree,” you stated then walked up to her side. Gawtin leaned down so you could directly speak into her ear. A conversation only meant for the two of you. “He’s real pretty, love. His temper is good too. I hope he has the skills to impress you.” He’s passed your tests. It was now to pass Gawtin’s. She stood back up to her full height before guiding you back over to the log, not letting you anywhere close to the brutes.

They looked ready to tear into each other with no remorse. Except for the teal one. He had control over himself. I liked his temper and he was prettier than the others too. He had to be my new favorite compared to the rich sand yellow who must’ve come from the east where a desert spanned for over hundreds of thousands of square miles.

Once more, you sat upon the log with Gawtin standing at your side, ready to interfere if they dared to get an inch too close. “You will fight each other to whoever gives in first or dies will proceed to fight the other,” Gawtin told them of the rules since they had to be changed when the new yautja joined in and made the numbers uneven. It seemed a bit unfair but that’s how life is. A break would be given to the first winner if they wish it. Yet, those two were ready to tear into each other.

“Commence the fight!” Gawtin roared.

Instantly the two were on each other, claws and teeth tearing away pieces of flesh. The odd one out stepped back to the edge of the small space. You eyed him up, admiring him. Since you didn’t understand what Gawtin was looking for when fighting these two, you decided to take a longer look at him.

His scales were a beautiful teal blue that easily marked him as an ocean yautja. There were strips of darker sea blues that marked his scales. Speckles of sunshine yellow danced across his scales as well. He also didn’t have an array of scars. Not a newly blooded but not a seasoned warrior. Must be one of his first breeding seasons. He definitely hit your every point for looks. Hopefully his genetics would overpower Gawtin’s green ones. She was pretty herself of course, but you were wanting a child of his color.

Growls, howls, and hisses raged between the two hormonal yautjas doing their best to tear into each other. A fight you’ve seen plenty of times being among their tribe for so long. You softly placed a hand on your mate’s thigh as not to spook her. The muscle behind your touch jolted for only a moment before relaxing. Gawtin reached down and placed her own over yours, carding her thick fingers between your digits. Her gaze didn’t leave the battling yautjas in front of her though. Her critical eye pointing out every little detail, every little flaw, imperfection these two made.

As quick as it had started, the rich sand yellow yautja was placed into a headlock. Your lips pressed together in disappointment when he was knocked unconscious and the victorious yautja roared his winnings. Clearly, he has the skills that Gawtin was looking for.

Said yautja nodded her head once. “You may res-“ she offered to him only for the male to snarl and face off the teal yautja. Your brows jumped up at the disrespect of the male. His temperament was horrendous. His children would be a mess to deal with at horrible he listens.

“No! I can keep going. Bring it on!” he spat and openly challenged your secret champion. Teal calmly walked into the ring and lowered himself into a fighting stance. From your limited knowledge, his position was steady and great.

The pine needle green yautja launched himself across the field. Teal simply side stepped the raging beast and grabbed his ankle. He used the momentum to swing Pine into a nearby tree. A loud crack echoed through the air. The body left a sizeable dent in the tree.

With his temper in check, Teal was able to gracefully move when Pine would violently attack. Pine had no control, no rhythm. He just moved and kept moving with no thought for control or strategy.

This went on for a little longer before Pine completely left his right flank open for Teal to rake his hooked claws. A tremendous amount of blood spurted from the four clean wounds. Pine was shaken from his bloodlust and collapsed onto his knees. Teal gazes down at the male for a moment before kicking the yautja onto his back.

One foot on Pine’s chest, Teal gripped Pine’s throat and tore his head straight off of his shoulders. The sickening sound echoing around you. If this was the first you’ve seen decapitation in such way, you would’ve lost your breakfast.

Teal calmly walked over to the two of you, acknowledging you as well. The male fell to one knee and presented the bloodied gift. You blinked a few times, not used to the scent of their alien blood, and glanced up at Gawtin. Her eyes were already on you, waiting for you to accept or deny the gift. The corners of your mouth tilted up. You gave her a nod.

Both of you were on the same boat. He’d be the male the two of you choose for this breeding season. He was perfect in your eyes for looks and in her eyes for skills. But he still had one last test: to defeat Gawtin and make her submit to him.

A feat that you knew he’d struggle with due to stature. Compared to Gawtin, he was thinner besides a barrel chest and shorter. But, you hoped the best for him.

Gawtin gave your hand one last squeeze before letting go and entering the ring with Teal. He dropped the gift at your feet, giving you a bow, and following after Gawtin. Okay, yeah, you really like him now. He must know to impress Gawtin, he has to impress you as well. Smart male.

Each lowered themselves into a fighting stance. The towering female was much larger than him due to genetics and being a female. His only hope of breeding her would require to willingly submit to him. He’s going to have his work cut out for him.

There was a moment of pause, of calming before you sounded for the fight to commence. Gawtin was all power and strength. She went to overwhelm, specially as he was still young in his career as a hunter. He did struggle to block or dodge her swift, powerful blows she threw at him.

“Come on,” you whispered for him. You really wanted him to win, to impress Gawtin. Your hands were clenched into fists, muscles corded tightly.

Seeing your mate fight was amazing though. You loved to see the way she moved with such skill and talent that has taken hundreds of years to perfect, to become a hunter like herself. The skill she had couldn’t compare to what Teal was trying to throw at her.

Yet, the male had something you weren’t expecting: a trick.

Teal must have been studying her moves, the way she held herself during and after throwing a punch or a kick. Because, when she was in the middle of rounding a kick to take off his head, he ducked with seconds to spare. Then, the male launched himself forward with every ounce of his strength. Gawtin was unbalanced by using one leg and had to fall with the move. She found herself on her back with Teal on top of her.

Your eyes wide when the dust had settled and showed her pinned. He didn’t even have to wait until she submitted. He made her submit. You swallowed the lump in your throat and rubbed your thighs together. Teal’s gaze snapped over to you. Fuck, he could smell you too.

Gawtin takes his moment of distraction to flip their positions, her forearm pressed firmly into his neck. She leans down with a deep growl. Teal matches it with one of his own, getting louder than she was. The noise stopped in her chest as she finally reveals her throat to the male. You had to bite back a gasp at the sight. She was willingly submitting even after a mistake of distraction. She must really like his abilities or maybe she could smell the arousal coming from you.

For a moment, Teal glances at you. The two of you stared at each other before you slowly dipped your head, giving him permission. The male purred deeply, a sound meant to calm females. The final battle wages on.

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