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Dried Fruit Cookies
by TheBrokenAnatomy and AlphaLightBearer


Day 3 of Rare Pair Week (Aug 27)- Baking & Cooking

Turles/Panchy, Implied Broly/Goku, Implied Vegeta/Goku, Implied Vegeta/Bulma/Raditz, Implied Bardock/Toma/Gine.

Explicit

Intersex, Saiyans are Intersexed, Polygamy, AU, Canon Divergent, World Building, Pregnancy, Saiyan Culture, Saiyan Eating Habits, Lactation, Milking.

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It was a sunny afternoon in late November, the leaves were a lovely orange and red hue- they had begun to fall on the ground of the Capsule Corp. compound-, and the pack was finally settled on Earth.

Goku, Bulma, Gine, and Toma had left to go get lunch and clothes-shop for the incoming cub. The universe's second strongest warrior officially had a small baby bump, and the wild Saiyan had become extremely protective of his mate. Naturally, Broly tagged along with them as well.

It was no surprise that Turles had no interest and would rather stay back to spend time with his favorite earthling; Panchy. So when she told him to 'strip and follow me', he didn't even question it, he just did as the dominant female asked.

The naked lovers made their way to the kitchen where Panchy grabbed two aprons for them to wear. "I don't get to do this often- Cook naked. I'm so happy you decided to keep me company while the others help Goku shop."

Turled adjusted the strap to the apron Panchy handed to him; it was similar to her own, but much less was covered on his bigger anatomy. "Saiyans are naked for the most part. Humans wear a lot of clothing compared to us."

"Sounds divine!" The older woman jogged up to the stereo and put on her favorite list of tunes she listened to when working in the kitchen.

Panchy's Cooking Playlist
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL76shCFI8hpqnhArlYswIxup1CyZQsMsS

"We're going to make dried fruit cookies for everyone before they get back!" The peppy female began moving to the rhythm of the music, making her way to the double door fridge. She poured them two glasses of sparkly wine and began passing the ingredients to her alien lover, telling him to place them on the counter.

Turles helped the GILF any time he had the chance to. This go around, he put the ingredients on the kitchen island as the blonde handed them over to him. As a Saiyan, he also made sure to taste test EVERYTHING; the cranberries, the raisins, the nuts…

"Sweetheart! Wait until the cookies are done." Panchy took away the bowl of cashews Turles was practically inhaling.

The chocolate skinned Saiyajin frowned. "I was just making sure everything tasted good."

"That would be very sweet of you… If it were true." The woman chuckled and walked to the oven to preheat it.

Turles realized he was starting to get very hungry. His eyes fell on the egg carton on the counter, and he opened it, seeing it was almost full. Panchy didn't need all of these eggs, right? He popped one into his mouth, crushing it into oblivion.

Panchy turned around the second the egg disappeared in the pirate's mouth and he cronched it. "Did you just- Eat an entire raw egg?!" The human squealed.

Turles swallowed his stolen goods and shook his head innocently before he continued grabbing the ingredients Panchy handed to him.

"Oh, no!" Panchy suddenly exclaimed as she saw the expiration date on the milk carton. She opened the box and smelled it. "The milk went sour. I need to send someone to get us some more." She commented offhandedly.

"That's no problem, I can help with that. I haven't milked myself in a good while." The alien grabbed one of the empty bowls, pushed the apron away from his nipples, and began gently pushing on his chest to help coax the milk out of his full pecs.

"Isn't Saiyan milk an aphrodisiac?" Panchy inquired.

"Yes? Is that a problem?" The alien stopped, worried he might be offending his favorite human.

The grandmother thought for a while. It wasn't like they couldn't all use a pleasure high with everything that was going on; the recent move of their alien friends, societal adjustments, Goku's pregnancy… "I suppose not." She shrugged. "No harm, no foul."

Turles, satisfied with the answer, went back to emptying himself into the bowl.

A giggle interrupted him, and he looked up to see his lover looking eagerly at his tits.

"Can I try? I've never milked anything except myself and some cows we used to have on my parents' farm."

The renegade stopped and turned to face the blonde, holding the bowl under one of his pecs. "Just push down and towards the nipple like you would with any… What do you call them? Mammals?" The clone instructed.

"Mhm~" The older female placed her hand on Turles' chest and began moving said hand in a massaging motion towards the nub. Turles let out a purr and clamped down on it.

"It must feel really good to relieve the pressure, Cupcake. You can purr if you feel like it." Panchy reassured the renegade.

The mocha skinned warrior allowed a small trill to bubble up his chest while the human helped him. Panchy milked the alien until they had enough for the cookies and then some more to relieve him the rest of the way.

"There we go. It's down to a small trickle." Panchy proceeded to use the measuring cup to pour the ingredients in a deep bowl. The last ingredient was sugar, and the Saiyan could smell the sweetness coming from the cup.

Turles, unable to help himself- and really hungry-, snatched the bowl of sugar after Panchy was done using it, and upturned it into his mouth.

"Pumpkin?!" The blonde yoinked the ceramic cup from the starving alien and smacked his round ass with a mixing spoon, earning her a sharp yip and playful purr from her helper.

"What did I tell you, Sugar Cube? Wait until the cookies are done!" Panchy threateningly held the spoon and tapped the Saiyan's nose with it. She started mixing the ingredients, and when the dough was kneaded and ready, she placed small scoops of it on one of the baking sheets.

"Take these to the oven, and DON'T YOU GO EATING THEM." The happy-go-lucky woman warned the civilization destroying warrior.

"Of course I won't… I wasn't even thinking about that." The pirate retorted and swiped his tail under Panchy's chin. As soon as he turned around, however, he grabbed five cookie dough lumps, stuffing them in his maw before putting the tray in the oven.

Without turning, Panchy scolded him again. "I saw that! No eating!"

Turles closed the oven and put on his best angelic look. "Hmm? I didn't do anything~" The chocolate colored Saiyan chimed, one of his cheeks was puffed out, full of cookie dough.

Panchy gave the pirate a stern look; a large drop of sweat formed on the darker skin.

"I didn't eat all of them!"

The aged human felt herself begin to feel (playfully) irked at Turles' attitude. "Set the timer to twenty three minutes, Coco Cup."

Having assisted his human lover in the kitchen many times before, Turles knew exactly how to do that.

Panchy continued making cookie lumps until the dough ran out. Then she mixed ingredients again to make more. They had five full blooded, sweet toothed, bottomless barrels, after all, and one of them was eating for two.

As the sexy grandma continued mixing and kneading the dough, and when Turles thought Panchy was distracted, he took an entire stick of butter and ate it.

"I said NO!" Panchy had had enough of the Saiyan's mischievousness and grabbed a handful of flour, throwing it at his face.

Turles sneezed; his entire upper half was now covered in the white, powdery substance that tasted horrible. Quickly snatching an egg from the carton, he put it between the human's luscious breasts and crushed it by pressing them together. He snickered at the female's squeal and 'angry' face as she tried to get the gooey remains out of her cleavage.

"Oh- You-" Lips pouting, Panchy turned to the cupboard and took Bulma's special Saiyan repellant; a spritzing bottle full of lemon juice and vinegar with salt. The younger scientist had dubbed it 'Saiyan-be-gone'.

Panchy's sweet side receded for a full second as her dominant side came out, and she sprayed Turles with the bottle, making the smell sensitive fighter recoil and hiss at the bottle, tail fluffing up for good measure.

"SIT." She ordered her sub. "Now you're in trouble, Mister!" Panchy pointed at a corner stool she used to reach the upper shelves.

The usually helpful Saiyan muttered under his breath as he walked over to the stool and sat his naked tuckus down on it, huffing and folding his arms in protest, tail tapping on the floor in a peeved manner.

Panchy kept the bottle nearby in case her lover decided to pull a fast one. She knew how quick Saiyans could be, especially when food was involved. Whenever Turles tried to move back over to 'help', as soon as he got too close to the counter, Panchy would grab the Saiyan spritzer, and he'd sulk back to his seat.

Not wanting his mistress getting mad, Turles slowly crawled up behind her until he was kneeling at her backside. Purring to butter Panchy up, he began nuzzling his face on her creamy thighs and caressing her legs, planting small kisses along the back of her tear drop shaped rear.

Panchy sighed and stopped her mixing. "Are you trying to apologize for misbehaving, Hot Sauce?"

A grumbled 'yes' was heard.

"Alright, Sugar Plum. But no grabbing anything I'm working with. Understood?" When she felt Turles nod, Panchy spread her legs to allow him entree to the metaphorical honey pot.

The Goku look alike trilled before leaning up to start eating her out. His tongue quickly started licking at her entrance while his hands gave light rubs and grips to the pale globes of the granny's pert ass, squeezing them together and spreading them apart to give him better access for his work.

Panchy was now scooping the small lumps of cookie dough and placing them systematically on another tray, not affected at all by what her boytoy was doing.

The space venturing Saiyan became miffed when his efforts were not even distracting the baker, and he doubled his efforts, slipping two fingers in to start stretching and teasing her channel. His freehand had started stroking his already hard dick to ease some of the tension off.

Turles finally got fed up when his better efforts only made Panchy make noises and brace herself on the counter. He stood up and spun the housewife around, lifting her bare rear end to sit on the counter. Getting the apron out of the way, the dark skinned Saiyan nudged against the blonde's wet folds. He leaned in to kiss up her neck and nibble along her ear. "Please? I need inside you."

"Tsk, right now when I'm baking?"

Turles pouted, exaggerating his lower lip, whining and sliding his shaft against her pussy lips in protest.

Panchy shivered as she felt the pirate's shaft rub against her sensitive bits. Saiyans were relentless! They were sex ready at any time of the day, all day long! "Alright, alright, Mochaccino, give me a good ride~"

With no other prompting needed, the locker slid the tip of his dick downwards, and pushed in, moaning at the warm depth before he started steadily fucking the domme on the kitchen counter. Noticing there was still some mess between Panchy's breasts, the renegade leaned down to lick them clean, pausing to suckle on a nipple before leaning up to see if he could steal a kiss. A hand on his face stopped him.

"Oh, no. Not with raw egg flavored mouth. Here-" The older human grabbed a whipped cream canister from nearby and shoved the nozzle in Turles' mouth, setting it off.

The pirate let the cool, sweet, airy substance fill his mouth, until his cheeks were like that of a chipmunk, and swallowed. Licking his lips, the sexually deviant Saiyan kissed his lover like the world was ending. He later took the canister and covered the GILF's breasts in the soft cream. He started to lick it all off while his hips pistoned into the human's wet snatch.

Their fucking continued through several orgasms, and the whipped cream can was now empty. They were nearing a fifth one when they heard a door open and rustling. Then they heard a screech coming from a certain blue haired scientist.

"Damn it, Mom!"

Panchy tilted her head back and saw the upside down image of her youngest daughter. "Oh! Hi, Sweetheart! Don't mind us, we're baking."

Bulma was about to point out several things that were wrong about that statement, when smoke began coming out of the oven.

"Hey! Somethin' smells like it's burnin'." Goku helpfully stated the obvious and rushed to open the oven.

"Brat, DON'T-"

Gine's warning didn't reach his cub in time, and Goku opened the heating appliance. Smoke immediately poured out and filled the room. The dark smoke reached the alarm and set it off, all the Saiyans shouted and covered their ears, and the ventilation system kicked on while Bulma hurried over to the oven to turn it off.

A sudden ki blast disintegrated the offensive alarm, and Bulma turned around to see her two husbands and Bardock enter the kitchen. The Commander rubbed his hands together, satisfied about ending the existence of that noisy contraption.

"BARDOCK!" Bulma screamed at the hotheaded Saiyan.

"Woman! Care to tell me what is going on? I felt Kakarot, my pregnant, bonded mate, on the verge of a panic attack!" Vegeta snapped at his wife. He snatched Raditz by the tail as the big lunk stomped past him, very likely to dote on Kakarot.

"Oh, nooo!" Panchy pushed Turles away, fixed her apron, and ran to the oven to see the cookies she wanted to have ready for the pack. They were all small lumps of coal on a charred tray- they definitely didn't turn out like she had expected them to.

"MOM, YOU'RE DRIPPING ALL OVER THE FLOOR!"


Fin