Our Treasure

by S M Matthews

  Neb grows more firm with his rhythm, just taking what he wants, thrusting harder. I hear a cracking noise next to me and look across to see that his claws are piercing the crate I’m on, taking small chunks out of it.

  He’s growling loudly, watching me as he thrusts into me. He’s thrusting so hard he’s making my breasts sway, and I know my back will be hurting from the hard surface. I don’t care.

  He bares his fangs at me, and I can’t help it, it’s making me wild, I growl back at him.

  He pounds into me, the ridges hitting me inside, whilst his upper cock slicks through my folds, making my stomach tense, my thighs go tight. I’m pulled taut, knowing I’m going to cum now, I grip at the fur on his shoulders, moving my fingers up into his mane, holding desperately to whatever I can.

  My pussy clenches hard on his cock, and I cry out, pushing against him, my hips now trying to lift, all my muscles quivering. I feel another release of moisture from my pussy, hot splashes hit my stomach from Neb’s cocks, coating me in his sticky cum.

  He pants for a few moments, catching his breath.

  He works his hands under my back, then stands straight, taking me with him. I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. He rests his chin on my shoulder as we walk. I shiver as his cock slides out of me, and I know I must be dripping on him.

  “I’m making you all sticky,” I say, although I’m not bothered if he isn’t.

  He doesn’t answer, just rubs his chin and cheek against my neck and shoulder, just like a cat scent marking something.

  I’ll never stop being amazed at how effortlessly strong these guys are, he carries me up the stairs and out of the storage bay, back to his room, and straight through into the shower.

  We shower and dry off, Neb seemingly looking for excuses just to touch me the whole time. He doesn’t push to make it sexual again, and to be honest after earlier I’m just ready to sleep anyway.

  He just seems to enjoy doing things for me. After we’re dry, I follow him into his bedroom, and he pulls the covers back, “You want to sleep here tonight, or you want me to walk you back?”

  I smile at him, because that is sweet, my room is all of twenty feet away. And then I yawn, and crawl into his bed, he slips on a loose pair of trousers and tells me he’s going to see to some last bits. I’m already nodding off as the doors swish closed again behind him.

  I’m awoken by something nudging my foot, and I look down the bed. It’s dark in here now, but I can just about make out that it’s Ceph, standing there in the same sort of loose trousers, holding his pillow to his chest. Neb’s quietly snoring at my back, he must have come back whilst I was sleeping. I motion to Ceph and he climbs in with his pillow, on the opposite side of me to Neb. He arranges his pillow and settles down, it must disturb Neb, because he moves closer and puts his arm across my middle. I in turn put mine across Ceph’s stomach, and we all snuggle up together.

  I’m tired, and it doesn’t take me long to drift off…and I can’t really help but think about how lucky I am.

  LAM

  Cora has come and found me on deck. Neb’s sat in one of the pilot’s seats, reading something while we are talking. We’re idly making maintenance plans, and trying to figure out how to make our stop at the station as brief as possible.

  I see when Cora appears on the main corridor, and marches toward us purposefully. As she gets closer, I realise she’s already frowning.

  She comes and stands directly in front of my knees.

  She’s crossed her arms. I’ve learned that’s not good. She’s also standing stiff, with her face deliberately not giving anything away. I know that’s worse.

  Neb’s rested his pad on his knee, watching with interest.

  “I want to go and see the space station.” She says it very calmly, but I understand her demeanour clearly now. She’d decided this was going to be an argument before she had even come to ask me about it.

  She was right.

  When it comes to keeping Cora safe though, I don’t care.

  Even if I have to face this. I don’t like making her unhappy, and I would give her the universe if I could.

  But not if it puts her in any sort of danger. Like going onto a space station, for example.

  “No.” I say. I cross my arms, too.

  “If you would just listen to me.” She says, her voice is deliberately low and calm…and yet somehow, also very forced. “You would realise. That I. Have. A. Plan.” She’s leaving very odd gaps when she’s speaking. Like trying to hold in her anger is physically painful for her.

  I rub at my mane, frustrated, “Fine, you tell me the plan, and I’ll explain to you why you’re wrong.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Neb’s ears flatten. Then he, very slowly, as if he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself, swings his chair around so that the back is facing us. Coward.

  Her eyes widen a fraction. And then she laughs. It isn’t a happy sound, it’s strangely very angry sounding. I had never thought that a laugh could sound like that. That was a dangerous laugh. I hadn’t known there was such a thing.

  “You know what? Fine! Fine!” Her voice has gone much higher. She walks away, back down the main corridor. “Come and see the plan. Come and tell me I’m wrong!”

  I huff a sigh. Neb swings his chair back round, “You were no help at all,” I tell him.

  He shakes his head, ears twisting down again. “I am not getting involved in this. Not at all. She can do what she wants.”

  “Even if it puts her in danger?”

  He shakes again, “I think at the moment you’re the one who’s in danger. I wouldn’t tell her she’s wrong, either.” He snorts. “I’d hate to lose you, that’d make me the oldest, and I’m just not ready for the kind of responsibility.”

  I give him a disgusted snort and leave him chuckling to himself. They just aren't taking this seriously.

  It’s easy to follow her angry scent to the cargo bay. Ceph’s already there with her.

  It turns out both of my brothers are cowards and traitors.

  I perch on a crate and indicate they should continue with whatever it is they are planning.

  When Ceph starts helping Cora with her disguise, I figure it out pretty quickly. And I have to admit, although she looks really strange…unless you really looked at her, you wouldn’t realise she wasn’t one of us. Maybe a small female.

  A small female with a really bizarre dress sense.

  I let them carry on, trying to think. I really don’t think it’s a good idea, but if I say no to this now, will I damage our relationship? I already know she doesn’t see me the way she sees my brothers…I’ve been smelling the evidence of it. Is that why they both give in to her so easily, I wonder.

  Ceph is clearly in with the plan, he’s here, and has been helping her.

  Am I letting my need to keep her safe cloud my judgement that badly?

  I am irritated with Ceph though, he should not have gone along with this. And there’s no doubt in my mind whose idea this was.

  When she gets determined about something, no one stands a chance.

  “So,” she finally says when they are done, “what do you think?”

  I sigh. I’ve lost. I know I’ve lost, between my traitorous brother encouraging this madness and Cora being…well, herself. She’s going to go no matter what I say now.

  I need to try.

  “I think you look ridiculous.” I gesture at her, frustrated. “What about the smell?”

  The way she answers me, I think she’s been rehearsing the answers for a while.

  “You have a spray that covers the smell.”

  I open my mouth to point out that it will wear off really quickly if she’s moving around.

  She beats me too it.

  “I plan to cover myself in the spray, but have you guys carry around the disguise right up until we go, that way I should only smell of you guys. Also, I only want to go over there for a really short time.” She look
s at me very pointedly, “and that can be for however long you think is safe.”

  She’s willing to compromise, she’s accepting that I’m worried.

  I huff, rubbing at my mane. “The scanners on the station will still pick you up,” I say. But it’s half-hearted and helpless now.

  Cora motions Ceph to speak. He gets my full glare.

  He looks really uncomfortable, caught between us. Why won’t they see the only thing I want is to keep Cora safe?

  “They will pick her up as a lifeform, obviously, but unless they are really looking, they won’t necessarily notice that she’s any different. And there’s so few of the humans, the chances of one of them being out here is so small…I just don’t think her being scanned out here matters. When we are visiting somewhere that has regular input from Homeworld, and more security…then yes. But not necessarily here.”

  I’m still glaring. I will be having words with the cub later. In private.

  “Don’t you dare be angry with Ceph.” I get a finger waggled at me. They’ve somehow made it look like she has claws under the material of the gloves…I have to admit, the attention to detail is pretty good. “He’s helping me, this is my fault. I won’t have any of you falling out because of me.”

  I think about it for a moment, both of them watching me expectantly.

  I’m going to have to go with it and hope for the best, “All right, but if I get even the slightest feeling that something might be wrong-”

  Cora launches herself at me, and I easily pull her into my lap. She has to pull away the ridiculous looking veil, but then she presses her lips to different parts of my face, making little smacking sounds and saying, “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

  Ceph lets out a disgruntled huff, “Why does he get ‘kiss’? I did all the work!”

  I don’t know what he’s on about, but Cora laughs and climbs off me to go and give Ceph the same attention.

  He helps her out of the disguise, and I watch them together.

  They are clearly comfortable together, playfully touching each other at every opportunity. I stay for a moment longer, watching. I don’t want to intrude.

  Cora’s different to us, and I don’t want to be making assumptions about what she wants…just because she wants it from my brothers.

  I’m happy that we have her, and Neb and Ceph have certainly grown closer since she’s been around. They’ve been developing an even stronger bond now that they have Cora to bring them together. I’m almost sure they’ve all been sleeping in Neb’s room.

  Ceph’s sat on a crate, and as I watch them, he pulls her up into his lap and she straddles him. He gives her neck a long lick, and she makes a very appreciative noise.

  I’m so conflicted, I want to watch. I’m fascinated. I want to share in what they have. I’m also keenly aware that I’m not invited.

  CORA

  I am very much enjoying the attention I’m getting from Ceph…but I realise I’ve forgotten about Lam.

  I twist in Ceph’s lap…but he’s gone. I feel terrible. I definitely didn’t intend for him to have to feel like he needed to leave.

  I’m not intentionally ignoring Lam, it’s just…well, it’s just how it’s worked out.

  I’d not actually thought about it until now but…I’m actually going to have to juggle three men. I’m actually going to have to try and keep things fair.

  Ceph nuzzles into my neck, reminding me that he’s there.

  I don’t even really know how this is meant to work. I haven't ever seen it work. it’s not like I got to learn from my mum how to juggle three dads.

  One way to find out, “Ceph, stop a second, how does this work? How do your females manage having three of you? How does she keep everyone happy?”

  He ear shrugs at me, “Just take it in turns,” he shrugs again, “just have what you want. You want a night away from us, do it. You want all of us there for sleeping, or not, whatever. Everyone does their own thing. Usually our females only mate all three close together when she’s in heat though. The heat won’t stop until she’s with kit.”

  “So she does the rounds until it stops?” He nods. Then starts rumbling again. He thinks the idea of that is hot. I wriggle a little in his lap, I think I might be keen on the idea too. He palms my breasts through the material, the roughness catching at my nipples. I reach between us, undoing his trousers enough that his cocks have space to emerge from their furry pouch. I lift the front of my dress and scooch forward, he helps me to rearrange myself, wriggling back far enough onto the crate so that I have space to kneel. He takes the skirt from me, holding it out of the way and gripping my hips, freeing my hands so that I can guide his lower cock to my entrance whilst pressing the other forward, out of the way. I’m wet from the petting we’ve been doing, but still tight. I have to sink onto him slowly, enjoying the feel of his filling me, stretching me. The little extra sensation I get from the ridges.

  Ceph just grips me, allowing me to set the pace as I start to ride him. I become slicker as I become more aroused, and my wetness spreads. I press the second cock into my folds, finding the angle that feels best. I rest my other hand on his shoulder for balance.

  Ceph’s purring deepens a notch, and I feel the tiniest scratch of his claws through the material at my hips.

  My thighs are starting to burn from the effort, but I’m chasing my orgasm, and it spurs me on. Ceph starts bucking occasionally, little uncontrolled thrusts.

  He’s controlling himself enough that he continues to let me take what I want, but I’m pretty sure he’s close too.

  “Are you going to cum in me Ceph?” I ask him, I’m so close, but I’m not done yet. I want to make him finish.

  He growls out something that sounds like it might be my name.

  “Look,” I tell him, breathless myself. “Watch.” I know he likes to watch. They both do.

  He looks down between us, and I pull the upper cock away from myself, using the slickness from my folds to stroke his cock at the same time as I work my body on the other. His muscles tense, and he growls my name again. I feel the cock in my hand pulse and I flatten it back into my folds. I feel his cum, both inside me and coating my hand and wrist. His cum makes everything slicker, I press harder for a moment, my thighs and stomach tense as my orgasm hits me, too. I make a few last half-hearted thrusts, riding out the last of my orgasm even as his cocks start to withdraw.

  Ceph has already laid down onto his back, and I flop down onto him, getting my breath.

  “You three are going to be so much hard work.” I bounce a little on his chest as he laughs.

  CORA

  I’m so excited Neb sprays me down with the stuff a second time because I won’t stay still. The three of them have all had a different bit of my disguise draped over them for the last few hours. The ship had landed a little while ago, and as Neb spritzes me again, they all hand over the various bits so I can get dressed. My outfit has had a few tweaks and honestly, I don’t think it’s too terrible. Maybe they can pass me off as a teenager going through a weird phase. Or something.

  When we’d handed over the last human at the research station, Ceph had been really worried that they would scan the ship and figure out that I was there by matching me with the human we’d just handed over.

  Ceph says out here, these older stations will show me up on a scan as a lifeform…but that's about it. Hopefully. Unless they are really looking.

  They lower the bay door, Ceph fussing with my disguise.

  “Come on,” Lam sighs, defeated. “Let’s get this ridiculousness over with.”

  We make our way down the ramp, and even though there’s no one else in the bay Ceph and Lam take up defensive positions as close to me as they can get away with.

  Neb is staying behind to work on whatever the maintenance is.

  “Do not speak whilst we are out in the station,” Lam says to me for what must be the fiftieth time.

  I just sigh.

  We go through a door into a tiny cupboard o
f a room, the door behind us shuts and hisses and then the one on the other side slides open. Like a little airlock I guess.

  We step out onto a large balcony, looking across I realise it’s circular, and must follow the internal wall.

  There’s actually not that many people, and I can easily see that there are shops dotted along the outside of the ring. The right side of the ring has what looks like one long establishment with loads of tables and chairs outside, about the length of four or five of the other shops. That must be like some sort of big restaurant, I guess.

  I file it away, if the answer doesn’t become apparent as I look around, I can always ask questions later.

  “We will walk around, you can look at the shops, and when we get back here we go back to the ship.” I nod. I get that he’s worried but this seems ridiculous. It honestly seems pretty quiet. Yes there are people around, but it is far from teeming.

  I follow along, slowly getting the impression that this really is like a service station.

  The people are really interesting...little groups of three identical males. One of the first groups I see as we move along has a female with them, it’s my first time seeing one, and they do not look like the males at all. She is bright white for a start, and her mane is much longer and pulled back. She is shorter and more petite than the males that surround her, but it still makes her a good six inches taller then me. She’s stunning...she looks like something mythical out of a book.

  Lam gently turns me back on track, before I snap my own neck trying to watch her.

  There’s a small clothes retailer where I linger briefly, looking. I don’t think I’d be able to get anything that would remotely fit me, but I’d really like some things that are even a little better than what I have…I am hustled along. I try and make a mental note, maybe they can be convinced to come back.

  If this all works out okay.