When my elfish soon-to-be lover urgently yanked the hood up over her long ears, the woman discouraged her from hiding them and repeated her question about the origination of Aeren's body modifications.
"Saturn," I answered, hoping that any reply would get us closer to ridding ourselves with this inquisitive person. From the glance Strawberry gave me it was not the best choice.
"They are modding at solar stations now?" the fish lady showed surprise and doubt simultaneously.
"No," my redheaded friend answered. "The personal services ship was named Saturn's Glory. I can't remember if it was at Sirius or AC."
"Well, I absolutely love those ears, darling. And those sexy little legs you are trying so desperately to hide." The woman then reached into her pocket for something as I studied her face more closely. When not actively talking the lips made slight circular twitches like a fish. "Here is a credit for the Rain. I would love to see you there this evening. I'll be performing near the rear bar for the late show and saving you a seat up front. You may bring this scraggly man with you if you like. Or the freckled doll face if you prefer. But not the ankle warmer. Bye now."
Then she walked off hurriedly toward three business men. Perhaps she was going to offer them the same deal.
"How am I scraggly?" I asked, only slightly offended. Before I was urged through the portal back on Earth, I fit that description so well that my face probably popped up when you googled the word scraggly. I was lucky for the parting shave and haircut that at the time I had thought totally unnecessary.
"Your grooming is not up to her standard apparently," my navigations officer informed me.
"At least she didn't call you an ankle warmer," Teddy muttered. "Fucking fish face bitch."
We laughed at his comment until a murmur caught our attention. There were others close by that might not have heard his exact words, but caught enough to know he was speaking Galactic Standard. So, we cut our excursion short and hastily got both of our spectacle causing aliens back onboard the ship.
The main cargo hold was empty and only a few crates remained on the dock to be picked up by the buyer. Gako and Dawynda were racing around in a circle in the large space, exercising their legs more than spreading their wings. They looked almost like velociraptors encircling their prey. Once they spotted me watching them they hurried over to talk.
"We go outside," Gako said, gesturing toward the exit with his long gator-like snout.
"No, you don't," I answered firmly.
"When, Kash?" Dawynda asked angrily, not sounding any more patient than her husband. "When can we go outside?"
"Two days," I answered, holding up a pair of fingers. "We load new cargo tomorrow, so you'll be confined to the forward hold most likely. We'll see what Cinnamon has to say. Then we'll land on a planet the next day. We might not be able to let you out right away when we arrive there, but I promise to find you an opportunity as quickly as I can."
"Ship was mistake," Gako told me with an evil stare. He was blaming me for his current claustrophobic predicament. I could understand that. I even predicted it.
"Hush now," Dawynda told him though she was equally disappointed. "Be patient. We are new at space life. Let's give Kash a chance to adjust to our needs."
"Thank you. The way it looks you'll get a day to enjoy the empty cargo space every time we buy and sell. Then another day outside when we are able to visit a planet."
"How often will that be?" Dawynda asked, seeking any positive news that she could obtain. I could see the same wild thing growing in her eyes as my first dragon friend. She was doing her best to be cordial, but her species didn't take naturally to it.
"Once every week or two," I answered hesitantly.
"No!" Gako roared. "I go back!"
Then Dawynda promptly bit him on the neck. He screamed out and twisted to get free of her jaw. When he rolled onto his back his tail whipped around and took out my legs. Luckily I broke my fall with my hands and remained in the push-up stance as I watched the two dragons wrestle for a moment. When the big green female dragon broke free she approached me in concern for my welfare. As I started to rise, she flew backwards when Gako bit her tail and yanked on it.
"Stop!" I yelled. Crew members, including the new alien recruits were lining up at the top of the stairs to see what the commotion was about. I had to repeat my demand again before they ceased their aggressive activity that I assumed had playful intent. It was not the first time that they went at it like that. However, this time it began with anger.
"We feel good now," Dawynda explained. "We need more area to roam if we have to wait another two days to go outside. Let us go upstairs."
"Upstairs?" I replied in shock. "It's all small rooms and narrow hallways up there. That’s not going to help."
Dawynda was roughly fifteen feet from nose to tail. Or almost five meters, as I was learning the conversion. The Imperial system of measurement had been left behind more than a century ago. Her body was wiry instead of bulky, less than a meter wide at the hip. With her wings drawn back, she could be able to squeeze through all the doorways.
"We can fit," she said with an excited energy that resembled lust.
"They'll break stuff," Strawberry tried to shut down the idea from her position on the steps. She was hesitant to join me on the floor of the cargo hold as the massive beasts looked a bit feral.
"We won't," Dawynda pleaded, swaying her snout between me and the one outright opposing the idea. "Or, at least I won't. Gako is as clumsy on a spaceship as he is on a mating perch."
"You whore," Gako muttered from behind her. He had been learning all the wrong words since meeting me.
When Cinnamon and Honeysuckle began to support the idea, Strawberry and Vanilla began to argue with them about safety and common sense. But my mind was racing on the possibilities. There had to be some give and take or our situation could get messier than it already was. Two dragons going berserk while docked at this station would be a huge issue. I needed to find a way to pacify them.
"I want you both to use the toilets," I announced loudly so as to be heard over the argument brewing above us. "No more pissing and shitting on the floor, or even in a bucket. If I let you go upstairs you have to behave like the rest of us. No banging into stuff. If you hurt one of us or break anything you'll be confined to the cargo hold again and abide by all my rules."
Dawynda took a moment to look her mate in the eye. She acted like the dominant woman of the relationship, but I knew she conferred with Gako on things that mattered. Then she happily agreed to my terms.
I instructed everyone to go to their quarters except Cinnamon and Honeysuckle. They would each usher one dragon around the circle upstairs and explain how the plumbing worked. Adequate space was required between the two pairings to prevent accidents. I didn’t want anyone taken out by a giant lizard tail while its owner was distracted.
I watched in awe as Dawynda pulled her wings and tail close to her body then tread lightly up the open stairwell. It was the dragon equivalent of pulling up your long evening gown. Gako followed at a good distance and mimicked her movement. It didn't stop her from calling back to him with instructions that he vehemently resented each time.
I stood in the cargo hold waiting for their return. Only Teddy asked to remain with me instead of seeking safety in his quarters. His small size and incredible agility would keep him safe.
"Well, that is the last two," Teddy told me.
"Huh?"
"The Savrad and the Tigritari are gone," he explained. "Now everyone essentially has free roam of the ship, except Sage, which is kind of ironic. Will the dragons be dining with us in the galley now? How long until they can be trained to operate a post in the control room?"
"What?"
"My queries are mostly humorous," Teddy told me, rarely changing pitch or pace in his speech. "However, with everyone free to roam our mobile home, I feel more like a veteran crew member now instead of an outcast. Even Strawberry is treating me differently. When
I learn the... Kash, what are you laughing about?"
I had my hands on my knees laughing out loud uncontrollably. After regaining my composure I explained that he had referred to our highly advanced interstellar spacecraft as a mobile home. Then, of course, I needed to define what that term meant in my time back on Earth. He grasped the concept. Yet he failed to see the level of humor that I did. When I told him that it was an inside joke, that began a whole new discussion in explaining terms. It sometimes seemed like half my conversations were spent on what things were like on old Earth.
After several minutes of that, Cinnamon returned with Dawynda in tow. The green dragon almost appeared as though she was being led by a leash. Then she excitedly told me, "I took a shit in the same hole as our girl."
"You pooped in front of Dawynda?" I asked Cinnamon in shock.
"No! I merely showed her how to sit on it."
"But she has shat there before," Dawynda said happily. "Now we are toilet sisters."
While I was struggling with conjuring up a funny comment, Teddy spoke. "Everyone shits in that hole now."
"Shut up!" Dawynda told him. "I'm surprised you don't fall in the toilet when you use it. I believe my shit was bigger than you."
Teddy stared at her for a moment, so I decided to wait for his reply. I knew it was going to be a knee slapper. I wasn't disappointed. "Did your shit have arms and legs?"
"Kash!" Gako's voice boomed through the cargo hold when he returned with Honeysuckle. "I want to take a shower."
No fucking way! I thought this was going to be like taking a dog for a walk through a building so it could better understand its surroundings. Once they saw how cramped human living was, they would surely want to remain in the cargo hold. Instead, just like dogs, they wanted to be treated like people now.
Teddy looked up at me with that same straight-faced expression and asked, "Should I tell Aeren to get started on two dragon-sized uniforms?"
CHAPTER TWENTY:
"Hey Aeren, how are you doing?" I asked through the open doorway to her quarters. She preferred not to be overly confined. The slender goddess had lived all her life in caves, but most of those chambers were more spacious than the rooms aboard our ship. And they all had open entrances.
"I am well," she smiled genuinely through her reply. Then, holding up her assigned tablet with the screen on large print mode, "I'm just studying. Can I help you somehow?"
"Yes. I was hoping we could talk."
"Well, hope no more. We are talking."
She invited me in and scooted over on the bed graciously to allow space for me to sit down beside her. She was still dressed in her uniform that matched the other crew members. It was just as revealing as theirs, though lacking the bonding technology down the front. I explained buttons to them, but she used them sparingly. The fabric bulged and gaped where the originals didn’t.
"If you don't mind, I was wanting to continue our conversation from earlier. The one about me getting you pregnant." Those were words that I had never imagined would leave my mouth.
"Oh," she said as she pulled her knees toward her chest and her ankles together. The mood change was dramatic. "Did you plan to try that now?"
"No, no," I said as I reached out and touched her tiny knee. It barely flinched at my touch. Her skin was warm and soft. I had meant just to make contact then pull away, but the boney joint fit so nicely in the palm of my hand, I didn't want to let go. "I figure that we should talk about it first."
"Okay," she answered timidly. "About what part? I heard that Mixi needed to stroke your manly appendage to prepare it for Widona's penetration. Will that be required again? Is there a technique that you would care to explain?"
"What?"
"Will my hands excite you?" she asked as she extended her elegant long fingers. "Or are the tiny hands of a Divinifae more to your liking?"
"No," I replied in confusion. "Your hands are lovely, but they won't be needed this time. Mixi only had to do that for me because I wasn't physically attracted to Widona. I wasn't all that drawn to her personality either. You though, my goodness. You're gorgeous, and lovable. I won't have any trouble getting hard enough for the task when the time comes."
"Oh, thank you," she replied, but not as flattered as I had expected. "Is it the ejaculation that concerns you? Will you need one of my fingers in your anus to release your seed? Just select one and tell me how far."
"No," I answered again, clinching my butt cheeks at the thought. "I mean, that might be nice. But again, totally unnecessary. I didn't come here to address the physical aspect of us having sex. I wanted to talk about the emotional side."
"Oh," Aeren responded looking concerned again. "Are you overly aggressive in your copulation method? Mavdaios told me a little about how you forcibly bent Honeysuckle to your sexual will. Will it be like that? Perhaps your doctor has something that will mellow me out so the screaming does not disturb the others? Or I can..."
"Aeren! Stop!" This wasn't going anything like I had thought that it would. She remained quiet while I collected myself.
"Humans," I explained. "We tend to have an emotional attachment to our sexual partner. Even before we have sex. But more so afterwards. That is why we call it making love. Is this not the case with your kind?"
"It once was, I'm told. But that was before our male population dropped dangerously low. If you are worried that I will become a burden to you after the act, you need not be. I will extract your semen in hopes that it will fertilize my womb. Then your involvement will be complete. You will not have to worry about our offspring either, if that is a concern."
"Well, it is now," I told her in frustration. "You are totally missing my point."
Aeren placed her hand on mine, the one that was still glued to her skinny little knee. Then she looked me in the eye and apologized. She sincerely wanted to know what I had come to tell her and promised not to interrupt my explanation.
I leaned back against the padded sloped headboard to gather my thoughts. I wasn't used to talking about sex with a beautiful woman before developing at least some level of a relationship. I decided to go about it differently.
I instructed Aeren to slide over against my body as I put my arm around her waifish shoulders. Then I used my spare hand to carefully lift her leg just above the knee, placing it delicately across mine. Gently I began caressing the skin on her lower thigh. She was obviously confused, but was doing her best to be receptive.
I turned to kiss her on her head. Sometimes in that situation I would press my lips to a girl's forehead, especially if she turned toward me. Other times I would place my puckered mouth right on her hair. That was what I planned to do with Aeren. Until I realized that her long elf ear was in my way.
I felt myself drawn to it even more than I had been to her knee earlier. I kissed it softly, twice. Then I licked the last couple inches up to the pointed top. I felt her draw in a deep breath and then quiver. Were her ears a sexual focal point?
I was tempted to ask, but that would just put us back on the physical aspect, which I was trying to avoid.
"You are not only a beautiful exotic female," I whispered to her. Her ear twitched at the feel of my breath, very similar to an animal's. "You are an amazing and intriguing woman. If you are agreeable, I would like to get to know you better. Become close friends before we become lovers. We could develop a relationship something like what I have with Cinnamon and Honeysuckle. Does that appeal to you?"
Aeren flashed me her mesmerizing smile. "I would like that very much."
"Me, too," I whispered, blowing down the length of her elf ear.
"Will that make you more comfortable with plunging your thick alien penis into my delicate narrow vagina?"
"Fuck," I muttered in frustration.
"Sorry," she said. "Will that make you more comfortable fucking my delicate..."
"Aaaahhhhhhhh!" I moaned as I pulled my body away from hers.
"I did something wrong," she stated the obvious like we had hit a snag
in a negotiation. How could so many things be just like a human relationship and this aspect be so remotely far?
"Yes," I said in anger. Then I gave it some more thought. "No, not really. I guess that I am just frustrated that you are not what I had expected you to be. And that it not fair to you."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"You are not a disappointment, Aeren. I just need to wrap my head around the situation."
"Wrap your...?"
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