Our Treasure

by S M Matthews

  We pass what appears to be a trinket shop…I smile to myself. Maybe they bring back fridge magnets when they’ve been on holiday.

  I wonder if there are alien post cards.

  Next is a toiletries supply. I slow down again, looking. There are combs and brushes, toothbrushes and wrapped up bars of soap.

  My perusal is interrupted when I’m pulled along again. This is rapidly getting irritating.

  The next spot along is open fronted, and bigger than the others so far. It’s filled with tables and chairs, and there are many screens on the walls. There’s no noise, every screen has a rolling banner of text at the bottom. Most of the tables are occupied, everyone turned to their screen of choice.

  “Oh Stars,” Ceph breathes, nudging Lam, “Back wall, top right.”

  My eyes flick to it, and apparently it shows a diagram of…a person. Maybe a person. It is humanish. I can’t read the text, so I have no idea what is being displayed.

  I look across the other screens, they are showing all sorts of interesting things. Something huge in space, obviously under construction. The face of an insect-ish looking alien…being interviewed? Maybe? There’s one showing a cat man in a bright outfit, he’s pointing to a map with different symbols on it. Oh, wow. I think it’s the weather.

  I scan back across the people and start to realise that a couple of them might be looking at us. There’s movement that catches my eye, one of them has nudged his neighbour. It’s spreading through the occupants like it’s catching.

  Lam actually puts a hand on my shoulder and physically turns me as we start to make our way past, “Time to go,” he hisses at me through clenched teeth.

  “But what-”

  He hisses a shush at me, “Don’t speak. Not a word more.” He’s gripping my shoulder hard, and he guides me forward.

  They hurry me along back to the ship, something about what they'd seen on the monitors had spooked them for sure, but I can’t read their language. All I know is that there was a diagram of what looked like a human. And that we had definitely caught some attention.

  I get pulled along like a little tugboat, having to jog to keep up, Lam won’t let go of my hand, but his legs are a lot longer than mine.

  Next to me, Ceph growls something that doesn’t translate at all. Then says, “What have they all been doing?”

  LAM

  By The Void. I’m starting to think the universe hates us. It can’t simply be chance that nothing ever goes smoothly.

  “Neb, finish what you need to finish-” I start to shout, but he’s already moving and he cuts me off.

  “I’m going! I’m going!” He shouts as he jogs away from us.

  “Ceph, comm the station. I’ll ready us to leave.” I jog across the bay to get up on deck.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I hear Cora call across the bay.

  I’m vaguely aware of Ceph getting on the comms in the bay as I take the stairs two at a time.

  I start getting the ship ready before I even sit in the pilot’s chair, not long after Cora appears and sits in the chair next to mine.

  “What-” She starts, but stops again when Ceph and then Neb’s voices come over the comms, both telling me were are good to leave. And we do.

  I will say one thing for my brothers, when I say we need to go, they don’t stop to ask questions.

  I’m not waiting here for security to show up.

  Neb comes through the doorway as I’m guiding us out of the hold.

  “We’re not sticking to the along The Edge plan then?” He asks me.

  I shake my head. I don’t really know what to do.

  Cora crosses her arms over her chest, “Do I get an explanation now? What was on the screen?”

  I ignore Cora’s questions; I’m trying to figure out where in The Void we could go. At least for a while.

  I’m trying to concentrate on plotting us a course…I take us away from the edge. The simplest way to do that is to head for Homeworld…well, roughly in that direction. That will do, for now. I let the autopilot take over.

  I gesture to her, “Come here.” She hesitates for a breath, I’m not on the same level as my brothers when it comes to being physically close. She quickly decides though, and climbs across into my lap.

  Neb slides into the chair she just vacated, and Ceph comes through the doorway, dropping himself into another chair.

  “Why do I feel like we just escaped something?” He asks.

  I shrug. “Because if Cora hadn’t been wearing that ridiculous disguise, we’d probably be in a holding cell right now.” I say.

  Neb twists his ears at me, questioning.

  I sigh, “We saw something on the newsfeeds.” Neb tilts his head at me, he hadn’t been there to see. “Homeworld broadcast,” I tell him, “Obviously we don’t look at the broadcast often enough. Humans need a registered keeper. Class B, dangerous. Apparently.” Neb huffs in disbelief. “Yeah, I know. But that was also when people started to take notice of us, so we came straight back.”

  I can practically feel Cora bristling she’s so indignant, “I need a keeper? They can fucking jog on if they think-”

  I shush her, “Don’t worry, it’s not happening. We stick to the plan. We keep you hidden. We head away from The Edge. People talk, and at the very least someone might have logged our ship. Hopefully just heading away will be enough.” I think for a moment, looking at Cora. “And you are not going onto any more Homeworld assets. Ever.” She ‘humphs’ but doesn’t argue the point.

  Neb leaves, muttering about interrupted maintenance. Ceph moves to the newly vacated pilot’s seat to check our course.

  Cora makes as if to stand but I hold her to me for a moment, not letting her leave. She gives in instantly, relaxing back against me. I just want this for a tiny bit longer, and she waits patiently whilst I snuffle at her mane.

  I know nothing happened today, but even the thought that it might be a possibility is terrifying. It seems to be bothering me a lot more than it does my brothers. I’ve never really seen myself as the controlling type, but Cora seems to bring it out in me.

  I stroke down her back and her arms, sniffing her again. Logically, I know there’s nothing wrong, I know she’s safe. I just need to check though. And check again.

  “What’s up?” She asks me quietly, fingertips playing in my chest fur.

  I know this one, she’s explained it before. It’s a way of asking if something is wrong.

  “I just need to know that you’re okay,” I hug her tight one last time then release her.

  She uncurls herself off my lap, then offers me her hand, I take it tentatively and stand. Following along after her.

  CORA

  I’m going to have to draw up a rota or something. Start drawing names out of a hat maybe? It’s not like I’m even busy doing anything. It’s not like I’ve got a fullt time job. Or even a hobby. And I’m still conscious of the fact that I’ve managed to be sleeping with the other two and not this one.

  No time like the present I guess. He doesn’t want to push, but he has been getting steadily more worried about…seemingly everything. So, maybe it’s coming out in other ways.

  Maybe I’m making him feel insecure. Who knows?

  I lead him back to his room. As soon as we are in I turn to him, but the insecure teenager is back almost instantly, and he clearly doesn’t know what to do with himself.

  He’s so different to the other two.

  I move to undress him, and he doesn’t stop me. Just stands there, ears drooped.

  It’s enough that it makes me not sure.

  I have to ask, “Do you want this?”

  He nods, and it’s enthusiastic, “I’m just worried…you know. I don’t want it to be because you think you have to or anything.”

  “That is definitely not why I’m here.” I take down his trousers, sinking right to the floor to hold them as he lifts his feet out. His cocks definitely don’t have any worries, and they are most certainly pleased to see me.

/>   I look up at him, his ears are pricked now and it makes me a feel a little better.

  I reach for the bottom cock, giving it a few soft strokes before I get up on my knees.

  I wonder briefly if their females do this. If their teeth are anything like the males, I wouldn’t have thought so.

  I move my hand to the top cock to press it up a little, out of the way, and grasp the bottom cock again in my other hand, holding it steady so that I can take the head into my mouth.

  I explore the ridges with my tongue, then suck a little as I move away.

  I start a rhythm, swirling my tongue and gently sucking. I grasp the base more firmly in the circle of my fingers. Once I’m steady with what I’m doing, I grasp the top cock instead of just holding it up out of the way, trying to stroke in time with my sucking. I must be doing something right, the purring is loud.

  I look up at him, he’s watching me, transfixed. Those bright green eyes just a sliver around his widened pupils.

  He growls, then gently pushes me away, taking deep breaths.

  “No?”

  “Yes, very very yes, but I want to be doing something for you too.”

  I nod, leading him over to the bed and getting him to lie down on his back. I pull my clothes off too. I don’t want to be so presumptuous and to just stick my lady parts in his face, but as soon as I crawl up next to him he gets the idea and just hauls me bodily on top of him.

  I straddle his broad chest, and he slides me up by my thighs, his elbows resting on the backs of my knees. When I feel him touching me, I go still, very conscious of those claws. I feel him spread me, then shift under me. His tongue runs gently through my folds, exploring me.

  He’s so much taller than me that I can’t use my mouth on him now, so I reach for him. It only takes him a moment to realise my predicament, because he stops what he’s doing, and holds me still, pressing his hand to the small of my back. He wriggles around, then props himself up, causing me to slide forward a little. When he bends his knees too, putting his feet flat on the bed, I am back within easy reach of his upper cock.

  He goes back to his soft exploration of me, while I suck his cock back into my mouth. Reaching I grasp his lower cock to stroke. My free hand moves to stroke at the soft, and surprisingly shaggy fur of his inner thigh.

  He pokes his tongue into my opening, exploring, and when he goes lower and brushes over my clit, making my hips flex, trying to press closer to his seeking tongue.

  I moan, his cock still in my mouth, making him purr louder. Lying on his chest, I swear I can feel the vibrations everywhere.

  He circles my clit with his tongue, the roughness of his tongue occasionally brushing the sides, before he follows my folds back up in one flat lick. He goes back to pressing his tongue into my opening.

  I lick at the head of his cock, pumping it with my hand whilst I stroke gently at the other. Swirling my tongue around the head I take it as deep as I can, and then go back to pumping the remaining length in time to my sucking.

  I get my rhythm, and he moves back to my clit. Holding his broad tongue flat he works it frantically against my clit, holding my folds apart with his thumbs, his hands splayed against my backside. I can feel the claws, scratching lightly, and it heightens the other sensations. I’m trying to simultaneously press back onto him and curl my hips down as my orgasm builds. He’s giving little jerky thrusts into my hands and mouth, losing control over himself.

  I think he says my name, but I honestly don’t care. If he’s going to cum it just makes me work harder for it. He jerks, his cocks pulsing, I take as much of his cum as I can. I can feel it hitting my other hand. I can feel his growling on my pussy, the press of his fangs on either side of my folds. Everything clenches as I cum on his tongue, trying to grind myself against his muzzle. The last of his cum pulses from his cocks.

  We lie there, neither of us moving, getting our breath back. I’m staring at the whiteness of his cum, shiny in his equally white fur.

  I don’t have the energy to move, but somehow Lam lifts me, rearranging us so that he can slide off the bed with me cradled, and walks us into the shower.

  Evidently he doesn’t have the energy I thought he did, because once there he sits on the floor under the water, me still sat in his lap.

  “Okay?” I ask.

  He nods, retrieving the soap. “Legs are a bit wobbly.” I can’t help my grin. Total success.

  It’s awkward sat like this, but we manage to wash each other off well enough.

  We chat quietly, and he seems so much more relaxed.

  I find I feel better too. Keeping it ‘fair’ for them might just be something that plays on my mind forever.

  I’d like to meet one of their females; I think I’d have a lot of questions.

  CORA

  After a little whining, and promising to behave myself, Neb agrees to let me go outside the ship again. He’s doing maintenance again, so the ship is idling.

  We’ve travelled quite a few days away from the station I’d been allowed to visit, and the guys had deemed it far enough to make a stop for the maintenance they'd been working on. We’ve travelled far enough that Lam has stopped worrying about anyone on the station figuring me out. Unfortunately, he’s started worrying about how close we are to Homeworld instead. He seemed to spend an excessive amount of time figuring out the quietest route through the area of space with Homeworld in it. Once he explained it, it made sense; the nearer you go to home, the more traffic and stations and outposts and stuff there is. I think he worries too much.

  Maybe that’s just him though, to a certain extent. He seems a little more relaxed since we all started sleeping together at night. Which is less odd than I thought it would be.

  Apparently ‘idling’ means that absolutely everything except for the stuff keeping us alive is turned off, and has been for quite some time whilst he does the inside bits before he goes on to do the outside stuff. I’ve been following him around and trying to be helpful.

  I’m not really, though. The emergency lighting is really dim, and I’m struggling with it a little. He’s given me a little glowing light ball thing to carry around, so that I’m not completely helpless with everything switched off.

  Neb says he can see almost as well as when the lights are on though.

  I had initially hoped that also meant the gravity would be off, but apparently not. Apparently that was a bit of a ridiculous idea. Aliens for you, I guess.

  He did say the first time we went out of the ship he was there just to watch me…but this time he will be working. So I had to promise to be careful and stay close. And I totally honestly intend to, as amazing an experience as it is, it’s also a little scary out there.

  The thought that you could just…float off…gives me pause. And a little shudder.

  Neb helps me suit-up, the same as the last time, and we go out of the same little airlock. Neb glances down at me and grins though his mask.

  I grin back, dutifully hugging the little rolled up belt of tools he’s asked me to carry. I know he doesn’t need my help at all…but I want to be helpful.

  And at least this time I know what to expect, so I’m not screaming with terror. He does hold onto the empty tail of my spacesuit again, making sure I don’t float away from him.

  He’s told me that there are little handholds outside of the ship too, exactly for the purpose of being able to work, and once I start looking for them, I see what he means.

  I will pay attention whilst we are out there…and although I really want to go because it was fun, I want them to take me seriously with this. I don’t want to be getting a free ride for the rest of my life…and this is something I might be able to help with. Even if it’s just a little.

  It starts off being fun, we chat, I hand him things…but as he gets ever more engrossed in what he’s doing, the chatter dies off.

  He seems to have found that the initial problem has led to another, and whilst I’m only following about half of what he’s saying, it sound
s like we might be out here for a while.

  I dutifully keep handing him things, even though I feel like this is making it take even longer, since he has to describe things to me.

  Every now and then he offers to take me back inside. I’m pretty sure we've been out here for hours, but I stubbornly refuse each time.

  I will see this thing through.

  I entertain myself by looking at the stars.

  Then by floating around a little, pulling myself in and out from the handholds. I don’t have a huge amount of leeway, because Neb’s tied my tail to his forearm.

  Eventually he kindly asks me to sit still because I keep tugging and jogging him.

  I go back to stargazing for a while.

  We move across to a different panel on a different part of the ship. I have no idea about Earth mechanics, never mind spaceship mechanics, but I start to think Neb must be pretty clever, if he can remember what all this stuff does and how to fix it.

  Moving us around the ship has given me a completely new view, and that passes a little more of the time for me.

  At some point we mutually gave up and he started sorting the tools out on his own.

  I’m floating around, telling myself that there’s no way you could be bored floating in space. No way. Not with this view.

  It’s just not possible to be bored.

  I try entertaining myself by spinning one of Neb’s tools in the no gravity before he takes it back off me.

  I watch the stars some more. Some of them are moving a little quicker than all the others, and it catches my attention. It is only a tiny difference. The more I squint though…the more I think they look a little green. Or possibly red, it’s so tiny, I struggle to see it. Maybe…there’s more than one. And they are definitely moving faster than the backdrop of stars behind them? Behind it?

  “Hey Neb?”

  “Yeah?” He says absently, engrossed in what he’s doing.

  “What’s that?” I ask him.

  He turns to look, then takes a minute to scan the area I’m trying to point out. I feel like I’m looking and pointing upwards, but that’s meaningless out here. I don’t even know if we are the right way up to the ship.