Alien Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  I nuzzled up against her cheek. I could feel the other two girls' eyes on me, but they had to know what I was doing. In part it was for their benefit as well. "You want to spend some time with me alone?"

  Honey grinned, but then turned her attention back to the others. "Did you all eat, yet?"

  Strawberry told her that we hadn't. She revealed that her plan was to have everyone go out for dinner together.

  "Are you sure that we should leave the ship unguarded?"

  A discussion ensued about the possible dangers. Accidental exposure of our dragons to outsiders snooping around. Or any of the three alien creatures. Teddy could possibly pass as a pet, until he begins speaking. Then there was also the issue of Sage in the cage.

  Cinnamon offered to stay onboard. She wanted to go ahead and get the containers sorted for pick up in the morning. The plan was to move Gako and Dawynda to the forward most cargo hold. I preferred that waited until after Sage had been removed. I didn't want to take a chance on the manipulative bitch talking our dragons into releasing her. Or them devouring her through the bars, which was a possibility since they knew how we felt about her.

  Thirty minutes later, Vanilla was ready for her station visit. She had changed out of her white uniform that announced her profession in favor of a dark brown dress. The rest of the crew was as shocked as me to see it on her. None of them had previously been permitted personal clothes.

  The garment put her curves on display even more than her uniform. I saw no indication of underwear beneath the thin fabric. The color of the dress went fantastically with her three-tone self-moving hair and her shimmering skin that resembled nylon stockings.

  "I've been saving it for a special occasion," she told us. She was clearly happy with how she looked.

  "We should all be allowed to wear dresses from now on," Strawberry announced. "As long as we still look sexy and professional, our new captain shouldn't complain. Right?"

  I quickly agreed. If they all looked as good as Vanilla in a dress, I was ready to change the uniform code, or at least permit personal clothing to be worn at appropriate times. I loved the idea of my slender lovers on my arm wearing such attire. Add a shiny necklace and some diamond rings, and they would make me look like a big boss.

  Vanilla confessed to borrowing a pair of Sage's boots since her only pairs were white. The heavy footwear didn't look quite right with a dress, but her voluptuous form pulled it off quite well.

  We opted for a different restaurant this time. It was simply called Rain. Once inside the front doors, I completely understood why. The place was lush with vegetation like a rain forest. Fountains and waterfalls abound, and the vibe was simply incredible. Each table was secluded with natural looking vegetation barriers encircling the round, single-entry booths. I slid into one side after Honeysuckle as the other two ladies sat across from us.

  Before I could say anything about how impressive the place was, the round section of ceiling above our table gradually lowered. The lighting dimmed and then slowly altered through a sequence of colors. Water then dropped from the center like a showerhead to land in a spongy basin that raised up from the center of the table. It produced a slight water effect sound that combined with everything else to be incredibly soothing.

  "Wow," was all I could say then. The others agreed that it was one of the nicest eateries that they had ever visited. Then Vanilla told us about a similar place at Tau Ceti that was named Deluge. That one had tiny streams meandering through the seating area.

  We ordered three sharable plates that combined included two kinds of meat, one fish, seven vegetables, four fruits and two kinds of bread. We started with the house water that had a unique clean flavor that reminded me of the sky. Later on in our meal we ordered stiffer drinks, but Vanilla refrained. She then revealed that she had only partaken of the nanite variety ever since she turned twenty-three. That was eight years ago.

  "They have that on the menu," Strawberry told her. But the doctor said that she would wait until tomorrow to enjoy it. I could see that she was afraid to completely break from character. Losing the respect of her crew might be one of her biggest fears in life.

  Once we had our fill, Vanilla expressed her desire to return to the ship. Strawberry did her best to talk her out of it, but ultimately failed. Then shortly after that, the redhead left us to go visit Snookers where she befriended the blonde bartender earlier.

  "We're alone," I said to Honey as I pulled her closer.

  "Finally," she replied as she flashed me her weird but dreamy eyes. I no longer saw the strange color variation. Only her delightful personality beneath.

  Our server returned to the table to clear away our dishes, just like they did back in my day. I was told that cheaper places had robotic servers instead, or self-cleaning tables. Having a real person wait on you made people feel more special. Since human employees were more costly than robots, they had every right to charge exuberant prices.

  "Would you like to remain here for some private time?" the somewhat pudgy girl asked. She had short blue hair and a very round face. Her boobs were huge but the way her nipples pointed upward through the thin material of her top was a bit strange. I did my best not to stare at them, but it wasn't easy. The one facing me was practically begging for attention.

  "Private time?" I asked.

  "Yes. You can control the lighting using this panel," she explained pointing to the edge of the table closest her. "The entrance to your booth will remain dark until you press this button here. That will alert me that you need service. Would you care for more drinks?"

  "Yes!" I said eagerly. This one tasted like a fruity iced tea, but I could feel the calmness that it was spreading throughout my body. I desperately wanted more of that, especially since there was no more work for me to do this day. I was surprised to see the server pull the bottle out from under the table front. She refilled both our glasses to the top even though Honey's was still half full from her first pour.

  The girl pushed another button to produce a chilling basin beside the waterfall, then sat the bottle in it. "Your meal and this bottle have already been paid for by your friend. Just light up if you need anything else. It has been a pleasure serving you."

  I used to eat fairly well way back when I was gambling. Not quite as nice as this place, though. It felt good to be enjoying the good life again. I just needed to keep my attitude and motivations in check. Captain King lost the respect of his crew. Look where that got him.

  After drinking a good three ounces of her drink, Honey tilted her head back and closed her eyes. I could tell by the smile on her face that she was relishing the intoxication as it spread a delicious calmness throughout her slim body. Then she turned to me for a slow kiss.

  "I have to apologize," she said.

  "For what?"

  "Back in the cave, when you gave me that super intense orgasm, I failed to reciprocate," she whispered. "I'm prepared to make up for it now."

  When her hand went to my crotch, I realized that she wasn't joking. She meant right there in the restaurant. Apparently, that was what private time was for. I had a lot to learn about what was acceptable in this modern age.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

  Honey had the tip of my cock banging against the back of her throat by the time that the server came back around to politely clarify what she meant by private time. Nudity and sexual activity was not permitted. She did compliment me on my erection, but insisted that we take our festivities elsewhere. I fumbled with my credit chit to give her an extra tip which was probably much more than called for. I was just so out of my element that I was trying not to draw any trouble from the establishment's management. My old criminal mind kicking in.

  "What the hell got into you girl?" I asked Honey as we scurried out of the place.

  "I'm just trying to solidify my place at your side," she told me. "I doubt any of the other girls will try to suck you off in public."

  That was probably true. Cinnamon certainly wouldn't. Despite Strawberr
y's flirty nature, her professional side would likely kick in before she went that far. Then again, she was acting surprisingly loose while drinking.

  I decided to focus more on the extreme effort that Honey had put forth. Connecting like we did while in captivity was one thing. We didn't know that we were going to be rescued. Since returning to the ship I had a complicated situation going on. Cinny was my pure love. Honey had taken a spot very close to her in my heart. Then there was Strawberry. A super-hot fuck, but extraordinarily little emotional attachment. However, she had more power than the others. I needed to maintain a proper balance while enjoying the benefits of all three.

  "Honey," I said urgently as I pulled her into my arms just outside the restaurant. "I'm yours for the rest of the evening. What do you want from me?"

  She smiled as she took a deep breath. I could see the alcohol had a dramatic impact on her. But the feelings she was displaying were hers, just no longer buried deep inside.

  "Take me home, to your bed," she said. "Give me some of that crazy dungeon sex that only you and I can share. Then don't ever leave me on the outside of your love circle again."

  I did just that. We hurried back to our ship. I dodged questions and obligations on the way to my room, with the sweet green Honeysuckle in tow. There I pounded her incredible soaking wet pussy from behind. The sex didn't last near as long this time but was somehow more meaningful. While letting our urges take over, we remained emotionally connected. We both came quickly and collapsed on the bed.

  It was the middle of the night when a buzz at my door got my attention. "I think we have a problem," Vanilla said. Then seeing my naked state, and Honeysuckle's presence in my bed, she asked me to meet her in her office in ten minutes.

  While getting dressed and fetching a wake-me-up beverage from the galley, I wondered who among us was ill. Surely, that was what she wanted to talk about. If it was one of our new arrivals, we would struggle to get them any better care than our own doctor could provide, without revealing their existence.

  "Who is it?" I asked as I stepped into the medical facility.

  Vanilla closed the door behind me and crossed her arms. "I thought that I could do it, Kash. But I can't. This inhumane treatment of Sage needs to stop."

  "What? Surely you are not demanding that we release her," I replied. My mind was somewhere between disappointment and shock. She accepted our deal and had been calling me captain. Did she want to put the evil bitch back in charge?

  "Not entirely," the doctor answered defensively. "But we can't just keep her in the cage constantly. She needs to have access to the toilet, shower and clean dining conditions. I know her room has already been given away, but a more comfortable place to sleep should be provided as well. We're not monsters, Kash. Even you confess to being treated better in those caves."

  "I didn't do anything wrong," I responded. “Sage killed two men and was lining up a third. Me!”

  "Maybe so, but your tormentors were aliens," she rebutted. "Sage is one of us. Human, I mean."

  I leaned against the medical examination lounger as I tried to get my head around the situation. Things were going so smoothly. If I flat out rejected the doctor's wishes in this regard I could have new problems. I needed to calm down and work this out. Find a happy middle ground.

  "Are you suggesting that she is reinstated as part of the crew? Given back some of her power?"

  "No, of course not," Doctor answered, softening up a little since my anger was fading. "You are the new captain. I have not changed my commitment to you nor am I asking for any adjustments to our agreement. You may still send her on her way. Immediately, if you like. Just allow her to get cleaned up first. If you wish to detain her until our departure I just ask that she is treated like a person in the interim. Not a piece of cargo, or a lowly animal."

  "I hear ya," I answered, doing my best to be sympathetic despite my bad feelings toward the detained crew member that had plotted my death repeatedly.

  "Well," she responded with confusion. The expression must be archaic. "I'm glad that you do."

  "I'm just worried that if we let her walk around she'll somehow manage to get control over the ship," I explained. "Or leave prematurely and cause a stir on the station."

  "Oh, I apologize," the doctor told me. "I should have brought this up sooner, apparently."

  "Brought what up?"

  "As the ship's doctor I can declare anyone unfit for duty," she told me. I was evidently supposed to know what she meant by that. When my expression didn't change, she continued. "I can lock Sage out of the system entirely. She won't have access to the ship's computer or even be able to open a single locked door."

  "Really? Yeah, you are right."

  "About what?"

  "You should have brought this up sooner."

  I was ready to make some necessary adjustments with Sage's care based on this new information. But to do so without talking to the other girls would be a huge mistake. I told the doctor that I would take care of it first thing in the morning. She could go ahead and block Sage's access.

  I stood in front of the door to my quarters debating on entering. Honey would be in my bed still, sleeping soundly after our aggressive romp. The thought of her warm green skin against mine was more than appealing. However, I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep much with this prisoner issue on my mind. I decided to go down to the cargo holds.

  "When do I fly?" Gako asked me as I tried to tiptoe past him quietly.

  The area that the two dragons had been using was messy and beginning to stink. The beasts certainly were not potty trained. Caring for their needs on the ship turned out to be a much bigger commitment than we had originally thought. Just because they were sentient didn't mean that they could fully care for themselves in all ways.

  "Give me a couple more days," I told him. I wasn’t ready to deal with that conversation at the moment. "We'll be on another planet soon."

  "Can't we fly on your station?" Dawynda asked. "At night where there are no humans?"

  "It doesn't work that way, I'm afraid," I answered. Of course, they didn’t know how a space station functioned. "I don't have time to explain it to you right now but trust me. I am working on getting you a couple days some place nice."

  The two of them were grumbling behind my back as I headed for the forward hold where Sage was being kept. I couldn't really blame them. They were dragons! On a space ship! It was a ridiculous idea to bring them aboard in the first place. They only agreed to it because they completely struggled with the concept of what it was like to live in space. They probably envisioned new hunting grounds and a wider variety of prey to consume. I should have been clearer, but my desire to include them made me worried that they would refuse if I had explained properly.

  Sage was asleep when I carefully stepped inside the smallest section of the lower level. In the corner of her cage was a bucket with a lid on it. It was incapable of completely sealing off the odor of its nasty contents. The rest of her barred crate was nearly spotless. Considering her personality, I shouldn't have been all that surprised.

  I sat on the floor just a few feet in front of the bars and sighed. How did I let this happen? I didn't completely regret treating her harshly. But the current plan certainly had its issues. We probably should have left her on the planet as Strawberry had suggested. That would have been the easiest course of action for us. Hell, we could even have lied to the doctor about the previously leader's demise.

  "It was my mistake," I mumbled to myself without realizing it. My voice startled the Tigritari causing it to growl like a lion. Sage scrambled up unto her knees and pulled her body toward the safety of the wall behind her. I watched as comprehension of the situation slowly unveiled on her face.

  "Hello, Kash," she finally said as she lowered her plump ass to the floor to try to get comfortable. "What can I do for you?"

  I just stared at her, too cautious to say anything more out loud.

  She looked past me through the open door and made
a deduction. "Is it the middle of the night?" she asked. "Is this a booty call, Kash? Have you been drinking?"

  I stifled a chuckle. That was funny. I remembered a day, and it wasn't all that long ago, when I desired Sage as a lover. She wasn't my first choice. Not by a long shot. But she had her qualities. That huge buttocks of hers could be like a greased beach ball trying to get free from my grip. Or I could motorboat those gigantic titties of hers. She needed a little rough treatment in recompense for how she treated me. But that no longer held my interest.

  "No, you have plenty of lovers to keep you busy now, don't you? Guilt is what has brought you down here tonight, isn't it?"

  "What am I guilty of?" the words spilled from my mouth before I could stop them. She was the kind of person that could easily bait me into an argument.

  "Mutiny, of course. Inhumane treatment of a superior officer as well. I was honestly unsure of what your plans were with me at first. I mean, the smart thing to do would have been to kill me, possibly feed me to your dragons. And for a while I wondered if that was a possibility. Even your threat to ass rape me and jettison my body into the vacuum of space had merit. Neither option was the least bit appealing, I must tell you. But here you are now, with a worried look. By yourself."