Monster Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  Honey swiveled in her chair with great interest then.

  "How about this," Strawberry said as she leaned forward to reveal her proposal, speaking to both of us. "I'll learn the navigation role. It will take time to get proficient, but we'll be extra cautious until then. Honey, you are the obvious choice for learning systems. You'll slowly take over my role for when we are in flight. Nobody will be nearly as capable as you in the mechanic's job, so you'll still handle that as needed. We can all help like we did before."

  Honey's facial expression softened at hearing the compliment as well as what seemed like a promotion. Previously, seeing Strawberry take the lead probably looked worse personally for her than having Sage boss her around.

  "Cinnamon can train one of the new girls at cargo duty. It is the easiest job, no offense to her. And we'll use the other one as a fill in where needed. A helper. Basic stuff. If either of them progresses quickly, we can consider giving them more. At this point I wouldn't shy away from Teddy learning how to operate a command station if he could reach the screen."

  We had a nice chuckle at the little guy’s expense, but it was in good fun. There was no doubt that respect for him had grown tremendously over the last week.

  Finally, Strawberry spoke again, using select words to put our minds at ease. “We’ll work together to make our crew the best that it can be. We will try to hold onto each and every member as long as possible. Except Sage, of course.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  "Honey," Strawberry's voice said in a friendly tone. Maybe she was trying to win points with one of my closest supporters in a push for sole command of our ship. "I'm sending you some of my system analysis data. Let's review it together to see how the ship held up from the attack and our launch. I'm getting a few red alerts already."

  "Okay," Honey replied optimistically from her seat where navigation would normally be handled.

  Should I say anything at this point? Push for control? It would be hard to do with Strawberry becoming so agreeable. She was buttering up my green-skinned lover and teasing me with promises of integrating the two new girls onboard. Or she could be sincere. Either way, it didn't seem like the best time.

  "I'm going to check on Cinnamon," I told them as I stood. "And the dragons. They took a lot of damage shielding us in the fight. Unless either of you need me for anything right now."

  That was an opportunity for Strawberry to get offended that I hadn't formally asked for permission to leave my station. But she did not in the least.

  "Sounds good," she answered. "I'll let you know if we need any piloting done while you are gone. Even if we can get the ship ready, I'd just as soon wait for Cinnamon to be able to join us here before leaving the atmosphere. Keep me posted on her progress so we can coordinate our time schedule."

  I placed my hand on her shoulder as I passed by. I wasn't sure what message I wanted to convey, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. She quickly responded by placing her hand on mine while still studying the screen. It came across as me saying thank you, and her replying you're welcome.

  Vanilla flinched when she saw me enter the med lab from behind her. She softened when she saw that it was me, but there was certainly apprehension in her body language. With Cinnamon awake and smiling at me from the lounger I decided to address Vanilla's issue another time.

  "Hey sweetie," I said to my spice girl as I leaned in for a hug and a kiss.

  "Hi, Kash. It is so good to see you," she teared up as she reached for me.

  "Be careful, you two," the doctor instructed us. "She's going to be sore for another few hours at least."

  Cinnamon cringed slightly as I gave her the gentlest embrace that I could manage. I had missed her so much that I had to stop myself from lifting her right out of her medical bed.

  "Any serious damage?" I asked the doctor. She had informed me earlier that my girl would be fine, but I felt the need to ask again, just in case.

  "No," Vanilla replied very professionally. The tenderness that I often saw in her eyes was absent. "Tissue damage and bruising where she was struck with an energy blast. A stiffness in her neck apparently from how she landed. She'll be as good as new by this time tomorrow. I'll be able to release her from my care before the end of today."

  "That's great news," I responded. We needed her on deck soon.

  "I was lucky that I didn't break my neck when I landed," Cinnamon said. "I was pretty high up when I fell off Dawynda. It must have been a soft section of vegetation breaking my fall."

  "That and Mixi," I told her. Both women gave me curious looks, so I explained. "The little blue faerie girl, the one with wings. She flew as fast as she could to catch you, but you are twice her weight. You both hit the ground hard, but not near as hard as it could have been. I think she just may have saved your life."

  "I'll have to thank her," Cinnamon replied sincerely. "Is she okay? Did she get hurt, too?"

  "She did," I answered, then addressed Vanilla. "Doc, we have them quarantined in my quarters until you have time to give them an examination. I don't think that their injuries are very severe, but whatever you can do to make them feel better, I'd appreciate it."

  "Well, thank you for that, at least," she answered with a bit of an attitude. "The quarantine, I mean. I'll analyze their anatomy and do the best that I can, of course. Should I start building a file on them? Will they be with us when we finally leave this forsaken place?"

  "Yes, please."

  "Gako and Dawynda appear to have taken the blunt of the damage," she said then. "May I examine and heal them before the new arrivals?"

  "Yes, definitely. We owe both of them our lives, once again."

  "And what about Sage?" the doctor asked with an evil stare that I didn't realize she was capable of. "When can I treat her injuries?"

  "What happened to Sage?" Cinnamon asked. She had been knocked out long before we returned to the ship and was not witness to the previous commander getting shocked by Teddy's pistol. Evidently, the doctor did not tell her either, which would have been an opportunity for her to instigate trouble.

  "She's fine," I told Cinnamon. Then to the doctor, "Her injuries are superficial, I'm sure. I'll check on her here in a minute and let you know. We are not going to prevent you from seeing her, but you can probably leave her for last."

  "What are you planning to do with her?" the doctor asked, emotions peeking through her professional facade.

  "We haven't decided yet. I'll make sure that you'll get a chance to be in on that conversation. Right now, Honey and Strawberry are addressing the condition of the ship. You and I will focus on the health of everyone onboard."

  Cinnamon glanced back and forth between us. She could clearly see that it was a delicate moment and refrained from asking any questions. I was sure that she had plenty.

  "I will need a guard," Vanilla then stated in a low tone as she resumed addressing Cinnamon's health.

  "A guard?" I asked. Did she think that she was in danger now?

  "When I examine the two new alien women," she clarified. "I will need a guard present or someone to secure them in the exam shackles. You remember those, don't you?"

  I most certainly did. I had been placed in those when Vanilla first examined me. And made me ejaculate right in front of her.

  "I'll be present," I told her. "That should make all three of you more comfortable. In fact, we should have them both in here together at the same time. Until they know they can trust us, let's not separate them. They were kind enough to do the same for me and Honey."

  "When will I get to hear the story of what happened to the two of you underground?" Cinny asked.

  "Soon, I promise. But right now, I have things that need my attention."

  I gave her a kiss on the forehead and thanked the doctor before heading down to the cargo hold. Both dragons appeared to be sleeping but stirred when they heard my footsteps descending to the lower level.

  "Where is your doctor?" Dawynda mumbled. "I need some feel good."

>   "Me, too," Gako added.

  "She'll be down very soon. She's almost finished with Cinnamon."

  "How is my girl?" Dawynda asked. I had almost forgotten how fond the dragon had become of my then primary female aboard the ship. That bond likely grew stronger in my absence. It would have had to for Cinnamon to be willing to ride the giant lizard's back into battle.

  "She's fine, thanks to you."

  "I didn't do enough," Dawynda grumbled. I squatted down in front of her and petted her on the snout like I had seen Cinnamon do. She didn't shy away from the contact.

  "You did almost everything, Dawynda. Don't sell yourself short."

  "Sell myself?" she asked. Of course, she wouldn't understand that expression.

  "She is alive and well," I replied. "Mostly thanks to you. Vanilla will be down soon to help you both heal. Hopefully, we'll be leaving this planet and you won't be needed to save our asses again anytime soon."

  I then made my way toward the forward cargo hold where the animal cages were kept. Where Teddy was imprisoned for weeks along with the Tigritari and the Savrad. The door was open, and I could see Teddy leaning up against the food crate as I approached. It was almost hilarious to see Sage sitting inside the cage where my little orange buddy had previously been kept. I stifled a chuckle, but I was laughing my ass off on the inside.

  "Kash," Teddy acknowledged me as I walked in and stood up out of respect. He gained only a few inches in height doing so since his legs were so short. "Can someone change the combination to the cell so that I am not required to sit here much longer?"

  "Sure," I answered. It was a reasonable request. As Strawberry suggested, we could even consider having Teddy in the command room with us soon. For observation only, of course.

  "What do you plan to do with me?" Sage asked angrily from her cross-legged seated position.

  "Are you hurt?"

  "Yes."

  "Show me," I told her. I wasn't going to let her trick me into giving her unneeded medical attention as an opportunity for her to regain control of the ship.

  "Fuck you," was her only reply as she remained motionless. I took that to mean that she wasn't actually injured. "What do you plan to do with me?" she asked again.

  A wide variety of answers came to mind, most of them outrageous. Considering the circumstance, I decided to let one of them fly out of my mouth.

  "I'm going to have the dragons hold you down and chew on your flesh as I fuck that fat ass of yours. Then I'm going to jettison you into space while you are still breathing."

  The look on Sage's face was priceless. It made me feel only slightly bad for saying such a thing. I certainly wouldn't have risked doing so if anyone other than Teddy was present.

  With Sage essentially uninjured I decided to head back upstairs with my report. Hopefully, the two girls would have their analysis of the ship's condition complete. Sometime after that I would escort Aeren and Mixi to the medical bay for examination and treatment. Things were finally coming together for me. I casually ascended the steps while singing one of my perverted songs.

  This world is mine for the taking,

  I'm gonna rape it,

  I'm gonna take it from behind,

  This bitch is already mine.

  I’m feeling good…

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Honeysuckle and Strawberry were still seated when I arrived back in the command room. Instead of sliding into the pilot's seat I stood beside Strawberry, doing my best to tower over her. I saw in her eyes that the vibe I was sending was much colder than I had intended. I then softened my shoulders and placed a hand gently on her back. A friendly gesture that would be inappropriate for your commanding officer, if that was what she was considering herself.

  "How's it looking girls?" I asked.

  "Not too bad," Strawberry informed me. "Honeysuckle's repair work before the two of you were abducted held up well."

  I laughed at the term abducted. In my time we only used that word when talking about aliens. I never believed in such a thing, until recently. And the word fit perfectly. We were indeed abducted by aliens.

  "There is some damage to the exit door and one exhaust port," she continued. "The right side of the hull was struck the most, but their weapons are not highly effective against metal, so there is not much to worry about there. They did manage to hit one of the communication arrays. It is unclear how bad the damage is. The computer says there is a forty-seven percent chance that our outgoing transmissions could be effected."

  "Shit," I muttered. I was hoping that we wouldn't need to land again for repairs. Who knows what we might face next time? Dinosaurs? Giant spiders?

  "There is only one thing that demands our attention," Strawberry told me. She had no visible negative reaction to my hand on her shoulder. The optimism in her tone suggested that the array could wait. "A relay malfunctioned in the left engine. I believe it is unrelated to the attack or previous repair work. The redundant system bypassed it without issue during our flight, but if the backup fails, we'll be in trouble. The computer lists it as an essential repair."

  "Oh," I said with a deflated tone.

  Honey swiveled in her seat to face me and said, "Kash, it will only take me twenty minutes to fix it, and I can do it from inside. This is particularly good news. As long as you are fine with the potential comm problems, we can still leave here as we hoped."

  "Oh," this time with better inflection. "As long as I am fine with it?"

  "Yeah, big boy," Strawberry grinned at me as she put one arm around me, resting her little hand on my right ass cheek. "It's you and me, just like we planned."

  Honey rose from her seat and announced that she was going to fix the relay right away while we discussed what to do. The green skinned mechanic was dirty, maybe even bruised in a couple places on her leg. But her injuries were minimal compared to the others.

  After Honey left the room, I asked, "Partners?"

  "Of course," she replied as she stood up out of the captain's chair. Her hands rested on my hips then. I liked the way she looked up at me with her pink eyes and flirty smile. She made it difficult to remember to be cautious. "Just like we agreed. I recommend we leave the atmosphere as soon as the relay is repaired. We can float in space for a while after that while everyone gets healthy and I study navigation. Does that work for you?"

  "Yes," I replied as I stared at her teasing red lips. They were calling to me.

  "When do I get my thank you?" she then asked. When I hesitated, she added, "For coming to rescue you."

  "Oh, you do deserve a big thank you," I answered. "In what form would you like to receive it?"

  Her hand slid smoothly around the front of my hip and dropped to my crotch. The situation was already starting to get me excited. The couple squeezes that she gave my well used sexual organ only made it more aroused.

  "We can figure out the details, later," she whispered as she glanced between my eyes and my lips. "For now, a kiss will do."

  She continued to grip my cock through my shorts as I gave her a nice slow kiss. When she teased me with her tongue, I began to get more passionate. Then she withdrew. It was a tactic, I knew. And it worked. It left me wanting more. Her mouth, her hand. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me gently.

  "Kash," she whispered like she was about to confess her love for me. The two of us had already had sex, but otherwise our relationship was mostly professional. She got my hormones churning every time she was this close. That was lust, not love. What should I do if she says she loves me? It would be a tactical move if she did. No doubt there. But what would be my best reply? Reciprocate and say that I love her, too? It wouldn't be the first time that I lied in that regard. However, things were much different now than back on Earth.

  "Kash," she whispered again. My mind reeling was probably visible in my eyes and she was trying to get my attention. Then she said softly, "We have work to do. This will have to wait, don't you think?"

  "Yes," I answered, pulling my brai
n free of her web and releasing my grip. "I agree."

  She flashed that smile that told me that she knew how much control she had over me. Or maybe it was just a teasing grin to have me thinking about her for the rest of the day instead of the other women onboard. It didn't matter at that point. I knew the danger and yet I kept flying into it like a moth to a flame.

  "I'll get us ready to leave the atmosphere," she told me. "What do you need to do before you return to flight control?"

  "Uh, check on Aeren and Mixi," I answered. "Vanilla is done with Cinnamon and will be working on the dragons now. I guess we want her with us here when we are ready to go, don't we?"