Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “What I want is the knife Larten gave me,” I shot back. “For the flower and then you two. You all need your stamens trimmed. What a couple of jerks. I won’t be pollinated.”

  “Too late.” Betra was still laughing it up. “Why do you think the water in this area has such a gold color?”

  “Are you serious?” I spluttered. “Pull me out of here.”

  As Oses got each limb loose, I waved it to avoid re-capture while he freed the rest of me. At last I shook free and swam out of range of the fornicating vegetation. The idiots I’d come with grinned up at me.

  “If you believe I’m having sex with you after that, dream on,” I told them.

  Actually, I did appreciate the prank. If I’d played it, I’d be laughing as hard as those goons. It had been a perfect score. I decided they had to make it up to me though. Being made up to is excellent. I waited to discover what they’d come up with to do so.

  Oses said, “It was Betra’s idea, if that gets me out of trouble. Here, let me punish him for you.”

  With that, the Nobek suddenly turned on my liaison. He grabbed Betra and shoved him down near a few of the cattail-looking reeds that bunched near to my amorous posy.

  The long leaves of the tuber shot toward the falling Imdiko, snagging him as the flower petals had captured me. His surprised yelp rang out. The velvety cattail moved in his direction.

  My mouth dropped open. Oh hell, were all the plants on this planet horny for humanoids? That cattail was a hell of a lot bigger than the flower’s stamen too. With Betra’s dislike of anything remotely penis-like near his ass...

  Then the cattail opened up, becoming a hollow cylinder. It attached itself to Betra’s primary cock, enclosing it. The cry out of my liaison was not of horror.

  He did sound mad though. “Oses, you asshole! You did that so you could have Shalia to yourself!”

  The Nobek was chuckling again. He swam up to me to watch Betra struggle weakly against the foliage, which – and I am not lying – was giving the Imdiko a blowjob.

  “It won’t stop until he, ahem, fertilizes it,” Oses choked between guffaws. “It does the same thing to the Chamelkos. It’s a symbiotic relationship. Other creatures’ semen triggers the atabetin’s fertilization response, which allows them to seed the water and propagate the species.”

  I watched Betra give up and let the plant have its way with him. His sighs were a bit disgruntled. “This planet is fucking weird,” I opined. “Do you like that sort of thing?”

  Oses shrugged. “Like Betra said, willing partners and no demands. It has its points.”

  Kalquorians take open-mindedness to new levels. As for me, I’m not touching another posy on Alneusia. I’ll stick to good ol’ humanoid sex, thank you. That’s crazy enough for me.

  Oses diverted me from considerations of wayward foliage by pulling me to his body. Betra’s strengthening moans fed our ardor as we touched each other, our limbs twining. The Imdiko muttered a soft complaint. “No fair. You get Shalia, and I’m stuck with this stupid plant.”

  “That was the idea,” Oses smirked. His hands cupped my ass as he swam us over the trapped man, letting Betra see us naked and ready to fuck.

  Whatever the Kalquorian natural lubricant is made of, it doesn’t easily wash off. Oses slipped inside me with little effort, both cocks finding their mark. We groaned in unison. Betra groaned too, enjoying the full view from his position among the ferns and tubers. A moment later, his cry that told me that he’d given the atabetin what it wanted.

  Oses is a talented man. Somehow, he managed to do most of the swimming, while simultaneously fucking me. How he could kick his legs at the same time he thrust took some seriously amazing coordination. When I tried to do both, I threw off our rhythm. I concentrated on moving against him and letting him do all the piloting.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips, moving up and down his torso. My hard nipples rubbed deliciously over his chest. I greeted his thrusts with my own. In the water, I was able to tilt myself easily, trying out different angles to discover where the friction felt best.

  We floated all over. Sometimes the surface of the ocean was behind Oses, the sunlight throwing his dark body into silhouette. Occasionally we were upside down, laughing to have the earth overhead and our feet pointed at the sky. In some instances, Oses set us to twirling, his hair streaming in the wake as we slowly whirled.

  I became aware at some point that Betra was loose and taping our play with my vid recorder. He swam about us, catching us from every possible angle. I was glad he was none the worse for wear from his erotic encounter with the plant life. I guess his sexual issues with men don’t extend to vegetable matter.

  I wasn’t done with my own adventures with Alneusian nature. I started to find myself settling on a downy surface, which moved underneath me. Again came the caress of giant flower petals on my wrists and ankles. I struggled beneath Oses.

  “What are you doing? Let me up,” I insisted.

  “Relax.” The Nobek leered at me from overhead. “I’ve filled the spots it prefers. Just relax. Let it hold you while I enjoy what it can’t have.”

  “No tricks,” I said after thinking about it for a moment. The bloom was quite comfy for lying on.

  “No tricks,” Oses agreed. “I won’t let it have its way with you.”

  That resolved, I nestled in the amazing velvet softness of the flower. It wrapped me up and gently tugged my arms and legs wide. I was spread under Oses now, helpless as he enjoyed me and Betra filmed it.

  He arranged himself so that he was slightly raised, allowing the flower’s fifth petal to stroke up and down my torso while he fucked me. He kept himself in place by gripping my hips. His groin swung, thrusting into me, taking me hard and strong.

  Betra floated above us, capturing everything: the flower holding me down, stroking me with the softest touch I’d ever known, and Oses fucking my lax body. It sounds strange, but it was amazing. Two of the stamens writhed about, searching fruitlessly for somewhere to go. I had an idea where the third was, but if Oses didn’t mind, who was I to judge?

  Besides, he’d found the spot, the bit in the front of my sex that sent electrical pulses as his cock rubbed hard against it. Oses moved against it, faster and harder with each stroke, his animal grunts exciting me even more. He moved in tighter, his lower abdomen grinding against my clit. Sparks flew, caught, smoldered for a few seconds, and then burst into flame. I cried out, straining against him. The blaze suffused me, lighting me from within.

  I was fire, burning in water. A cloud of golden dust glittered about us as Oses emitted a drawn-out groan. He pulsed, releasing into the molten heart of me.

  The flower’s petals slipped off, letting me free. Oses and I, still joined, slowly floated up from the forest.

  Betra swam up to us, no longer shooting vid. “Well, we all had fun. Sort of.” He gave Oses a grouchy pout.

  The Nobek stroked his arms in a wide, lazy arc. “I’m sure a youngling like you has already recovered. I have an idea.”

  “I hope it’s better than your last one.”

  Oses snickered before turning his back to me. He took the vid recorder from Betra. “Let’s go for a swim. Shalia, hold onto my shoulders. Betra, you can figure out what to do.”

  Hoping no more plant involvement was in the offing, I laid hold of those beefy shoulders. Oses swam well above the ocean floor parallel to the shore, letting me watch the strange creatures that I supposed passed for fish on Alneusia. Most were long and resembled eels, but the colorful inhabitants were beautiful in their own fashion. Nothing appeared dangerous ... no Shalia-eating monsters, in other words. I said as much.

  “The Alneusians keep the larger creatures away with water-permeable barriers,” Oses told me. “We are completely safe in this area.”

  That was nice to hear. I settled in to enjoy the tour of the stunning rock formations, rippling sand, odd and fantastical plant life, and amazing sea creatures that scuttled, darted, and swam beneath us.


  Betra’s hands closing on my hips took me out of tourist mode. I glanced over my shoulder to find him swimming just above me, a smile on his lips. Something hot and hard slide over my ass crack.

  “Whatever will your plant girlfriend think?” I teased.

  “She meant nothing to me,” Betra winked. “It’s you who I’d rather have.”

  “What a line. You’ve been around Earthers too long, Betra.”

  He laughed. I shook my head and returned to looking at the passing scenery. I spread my legs in invitation as Oses towed us both.

  Betra wasted no time entering, his larger cock filling my back end perfectly. His secondary unerringly found that sweet spot that had lit me up minutes before. Blood rushed to fill me there, swelling me, making me snug and increasing the pleasure. Good glory, it was amazing. Enthralling. Fantastical. I rode Oses like a porpoise while Betra clung, fucking me as we went. They’d promised me an experience, and the men were sure as hell delivering.

  The ocean’s bottom blurred and became unimportant as Betra moved within me. The friction against my G-spot was insane. My pussy and ass clenched instinctively to heighten my enjoyment. Betra groaned in response and moved faster. My eyes damned near crossed with ecstasy.

  I somehow held onto Oses, who kept swimming as if he towed fucking people on a regular basis. I moaned as the man above me slid in and out, taking me as we coasted through the water.

  “Can you hold on with just one hand?” Betra asked, his voice coming between pants. “I want you to play with your clit while I fuck you. I want you to climax for me.”

  “Wrap your arm around my neck, Shalia,” Oses said.

  I did so, keeping my arm as low as possible so I wouldn’t choke him. Betra kept a steady pace while I adjusted. My senses centered on the feeling of his thicknesses moving through my taut channels. I reached for my clit.

  I groaned aloud at my own touch. My fingers slid on either side of that swollen nubbin. They came in contact with Betra’s cock pistoning in and out my pussy. Feeling him there, his shaft pumping in and out of me, made me even more excited. I could feel myself closing in.

  “Almost,” I whimpered. “Oh my gosh, Betra. Oh, I’m gonna come.”

  “Yeah,” he grunted, holding me and whipsawing his hips as if to win some race. “Come for me. Do it. Do it.”

  He chanted ‘do it’ in rhythm with his thrusts, pounding into me as if he would shatter my body with his cocks. I closed in on climax fast with his urging. It welled up inside me, a monstrous bubble of need. It burst, and I felt I might disintegrate from its force.

  My channels flexed, milking Betra, demanding he surrender to me in turn. He did, his body jerking and bumping against mine as it poured release. He hugged me, shoving in as far as he could, crying out anew with each pulse.

  When I came out of my orgasm-fog, Oses was no longer beneath me. I’m not certain when I let him go. With Betra on top of me, I was drifting slowly down to the sea floor, heading for a patch of dark, rippling sand. Tiny sea creatures zoomed off, startled by our approach.

  I kicked weakly. Betra let me go, his depleted shafts slipping out of me. We slowly swam upright, looking about until we saw Oses a few feet distant, recording our return to consciousness with the vid.

  “I only caught the end of that,” he said. “I figured you’d appreciate a better souvenir to remember this trip by. Let me know when you are ready to go again.”

  Was he kidding? No, of course not. Believe me, we made and recorded memories to last the three of us several lifetimes. If the Alneusians wanted plenty of research material of an Earther and two Kalquorians banging their brains out underwater, they got it.

  Tep couldn’t complain I wasn’t relaxed when I returned to the transport. Feru had to have been satisfied too. I slept the entire trip on the shuttle, woke up to check on Anrel who was doing fine, then went right back to sleep. With a smile on my face.

  July 29

  Tep commed me first thing this morning to pop in and talk to him. I sat in his office, a small utilitarian space, as we conferred about Anrel’s situation.

  “I’ve gone over and over the surgery for correcting Anrel’s heart valve defect,” Tep said. “I’m confident that using the Soln hive’s procedure will work. Best of all, using the nanobots means there is little danger to her.”

  “You think it’s worth the bit of risk that is present then?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Correcting the defect will take her off the machines. We can start to wean her from Isolation within a couple of days.” He smiled, his lean face handsome with the expression. I could tell he was excited by the opportunity.

  His assurance made me hopeful that this would put Anrel on the path to health. “No real harm can come from this?”

  Tep shook his ponytail behind his shoulder. “Shalia, there is always a chance of something going wrong. The odds of that in this particular case are negligible. With all the Solns’ expertise and the insight I myself have gained studying Anrel, I couldn’t be more positive that this is the route we should take.”

  I trust Tep. The man has yet to let me down. He would never take anything to do with my baby’s welfare lightly. For him to be that secure means it’s as definite as it’ll ever be.

  That didn’t stop my heart from speeding into overdrive. “Okay. Set it up and do it.”

  “I thought you might say that, so I’ve scheduled the procedure for this afternoon. Pull your group together for emotional support.”

  “You more or less said I have nothing to worry about,” I teased in a weak voice.

  “I know you, young lady. Besides, what mother wouldn’t be nervous over her baby having surgery?” Tep gave me his gentlest smile. “She’ll be all right, Shalia. I swear it to you on my, and all my ancestors’, honor.”

  I hugged him. He’d saved Anrel from the It despite horrific odds. He could handle this as well.

  I kept reminding myself of that hours later when Anrel was in surgery. I paced as much as my strength would allow as I waited in a small consultation room in Medical. Betra made certain to be there for me. Oses was on duty, but we were to com him as soon as we knew Anrel had come through all right. Candy and Nobek Ama were there, as was Katrina. Her beau Dr. Ret stuck his head in from time to time to check on how we were and to re-assure us that the procedure was proceeding well.

  To distract myself when I got too tired to walk the floor, I sat between Katrina and Candy. The women held my hands, lending me the support I needed so badly. After apologizing for not keeping up on what I knew to be important to Katrina, I asked her about her family.

  She smiled, the expression grateful but too wan for my liking. “They had hoped to go to Mercy Colony, but it’s already crowded. They may end up taking residence on a planet Joshada offered for Earther use inside its system. My kids are also considering moving to a moon located in Galactic Council’s space.”

  “Both of those would put them within a few days’ travel to Kalquor,” I noted.

  Katrina surprised me by looking glum. “I know.”

  It was Candy who cleared up the mystery. “Katrina has a couple of concerns. Now that she’s got confirmation that her family is alive, she is considering living on the colony they choose.”

  “Oh.” I saw the ramifications. “That would mean not staying with Clan Wotref.”

  Katrina bit her lip. “They’re in space for the most part. However, they have talked of retiring in five years or so.”

  “You could stay near your family until then. If that’s what you want.”

  “It could be an option. The thing is, I haven’t told my children I’m involved with a clan yet. They don’t realize I’m heading for Kalquor. They assumed I was on my way to an Earther colony, and I didn’t correct them.”

  I blinked at that. Then I got a bad feeling.

  “You don’t believe they’ll approve,” I guessed.

  Katrina hunched a little. “My son, while not a fanatic, is a believer in the Church. He thinks sex outsi
de of marriage is a sin. He also has no love for Kalquorians, whom he says humans should not breed with because it isn’t God’s plan.”

  “Oh boy,” I breathed.

  She nodded. “Matthew did not support executions for those who had extramarital sex. He considered the idea of Kalquorians being actual demons from Hell to be preposterous. The beliefs he does hold, he’s committed to. I don’t know how he’ll react when he finds out I’m considering joining Wotref’s clan.”

  Katrina is a strong woman, who faces up to challenges and lives her life as she deems fit. Yet I could understand her concerns when it came to her son. Would he reject her when he found out she was in love with Kalquorians? That she’d been planning on spending her life with them?