Our Flower

by S M Matthews

  I sneak in and crawl up the bed, she stirs a little and I hear a yawn, she’s wrapped herself in a cocoon since I’ve been gone, and I sniffle at the top of her head. Fingers appear and pull the blanket down; she looks up at me and smiles sleepily. I sniff her again and she touches her mouth to my nose, making a little smacking sound as she does. I sit back and rub my nose, it tickled.

  I hear her giggle.

  “What was that?”

  “It’s a kiss, it’s a human thing.”

  I lean back over and grin at her, “Do you give them to anyone?”

  I can smell the familiar embarrassment, but it’s different now. It doesn't crush the smell of her arousal but highlights it instead.

  “No,” she’s gone so quiet she’s whispering, “Only people you really like.”

  Oh. Oh!

  I pull the covers down more so that I can sniff her better, snuffling around her face and neck, she’s giggling uncontrollably and trying to push me away.

  “You’re tickling me,” she gets out in between the giggles. I stop and sit back again and she’s breathless and blushing in the dim light. I am glad I am still wearing my loose sleep trousers. Poppy has definitely noticed.

  She looks beautiful, but so unsure of herself. I wait, I don’t want to push her into anything she doesn’t want. Although it smells like she knows what she wants, she’s still fighting with herself over it.

  She must decide something, because she breaks the spell, flicking the covers off the rest of the way, “Come on. Breakfast.”

  I follow her out and she heads for the bathroom whilst I make us breakfast. It’s still quiet, the others still not up yet.

  We stand next to each other in companionable silence in the kitchen, eating and looking out the window across the room. I allow my tails to brush the backs of her legs, and she keeps slyly looking up at me and grinning.

  We're finished eating, and she leans against me, side to side I rest an arm around her shoulders. There’s no rush today.

  She smells content and happy. And a little excited I think. I am too. We haven't spent a day together like this with Poppy yet. And I can’t remember the last time my brothers and I spent the day together as a family. Not to do something like this. I’m feeling playful and I allow my tails to rub against Poppy’s naked legs. She shivers, then turns against me to hug me.

  She sighs, “You feel so soft,” she speaks with her mouth pressed against the fur of my side, and inhales, rubbing at the small of my back. I stand and let it happen, still standing side-on, all I can do is stroke between her shoulder blades, so I do.

  She’s quietly exploring, combing at the longer fur on my back, and then pressing more firmly when she comes across a ridge on my spine. She reaches up, pressing a little more firmly, outlining one of the plates before finding where it locks to the one below it. “They feel really...wide?” She asks.

  “Our spines are armoured, interlocking bone plates and then two spines like yours underneath that. One on top of the other.”

  I feel her nod in understanding as she traces the next plate. I close my eyes. If she goes any lower I’ll just stand and take it, I tell myself. It’ll be fine. I concentrate on keeping my breathing even, but I can’t help the rumble that comes out of me. My right hand is free, and I find myself gripping the edge of the tabletop. Slow even breaths. This is fine.

  POPPY

  He’s purring, like, really loudly. And with my head resting in the fur against his ribs it feels like I’m leaning on a furry chainsaw. I’ve found the edges of his flat ‘spine plates’ and traced them all the way to the waist of his trousers. There’s a thin strip of material across the top of his tails to hold his trousers up, and then an opening for both tails. Other than that gap they look like normal trousers. I can just about follow where the final plate ends and the very top bone of his top tail is. He’s purring, so I can only assume he doesn’t object to my investigation. I turn so I can look at what I’m doing and he lifts his arm to let me. I lift and circle the top tail at its base with my thumb and forefinger, it’s slightly flattened at the top where it meets his body, I guess from where it joins the ‘plates’, and is just a little too wide for my finger tips to meet on the other side. The longer fur of his back gives-way to the soft, very short, velvet type fur that covers his stomach. His tails are twitching wildly at the tips but otherwise holding still, so I give his tail a short stroke.

  Titus groans, and I jump, startled by the noise. I still have my other arm resting across his stomach, my hand on his hip, and I turn back a little to look up at him. His mouth is hanging open, his eyes squeezed shut. I look down, just beneath my arm I can see the curve of his erections. Only just being kept in check by the loose trousers. I look back up at his face and I jump again and let out a squeak. He’s staring down at me, purring, his pupils massive. Waiting. I’m fascinated by his expression, and I run my hand down the middle of his back. I can’t see now so I smooth down until I hit his tails. His breath hitches almost imperceptibly.

  I grip the top tail again and his eyes half close.

  I find myself becoming so aroused, he so much bigger than me, so powerful, and yet I feel totally in control of this. I give another stroke and his hips buck, his erections pressing against my arm briefly. I did that.

  I loosely hold on and follow it back to the base again, not wanting to rub too harshly against the grain of his velvet fur. I hold the very top of his tail and massage there gently. He groans my name through his rumbling purr, it comes out as a growling sigh, and it’s so deep it doesn’t sound right through my translator.

  He turns us, trapping me against the island, one hand either side of me, gripping the worktop. I fist the top tail firmly and he bucks again, moving closer so I’m pinned. He might have me trapped, but I still feel utterly in control of this. It’s liberating, and exhilarating. I’m so aroused by this I can feel how wet my pussy is becoming. My clit is throbbing. I feel empty and frustrated...but far more important is watching the effect my touching is having on him.

  I watch his face, his slack jaw, he’s totally lost in…whatever this is doing for him.

  I bend my thumb and rub the knuckle against the crease in between his tails. The reaction is startling; he’s thrusting his cocks against my stomach and throws his head back, letting out a long rumbling growl. I rub a few more times and then stop; his thrusting stops and he leans forward again, bending to bury his face in the crook of my shoulder. I hold still and let him calm down a moment.

  I look down between us and notice two spots of wet have appeared on the front of his trousers. I’m still softly holding his tail, but not moving. My other hand comes between us and I hesitate for a second, before deciding I really do want to see. I pull his waistband away from his body so I can pull it down past his erections without touching them. He still has his head resting against me and doesn’t seem to react, so I continue. I work the stretchy waist down enough that his cocks have bobbed away from his body a little, now free. They are glistening wetly on the ends, and although the pouch they emerge from is that same bright white velvet fur of his stomach, their skin is dappled grey. I gulp as I stare. They seem huge to me, and they are both very clearly ridged, front and back. Just the sides are smooth. They have ‘heads’ like I would think of on a human, but no foreskin, and it’s not as pronounced. More just defined by the last ridge.

  I let go of the tails and follow the waistband with both hands until I’m at his hips, awkwardly not wanting to let it spring back up, but wanting to pull it down more. I manage to get it down to around his thighs, but he’s standing with his legs apart and they go no further. I leave them and go back to his tails with my right hand. They've slid free of the gap in the trousers and I’m able to rub uninterrupted from the small of his back to along the top tail. I grip again, and both cocks twitch with a mini thrust. Titus sighs my name again.

  I reach for his top cock, then hesitate. I feel so in control of this...and I’m curious. I trace the head with my fing
er tips. He twitches, surprised, but otherwise doesn’t react. I trace some of the ridges, smearing the wetness I’ve picked up from the tip, and then do the same again to his lower cock.

  He allows me to explore. I feel even more confident, and fist the top cock around the middle. I’m struck by the thought of this being inside me, and the empty feeling I had washes back through me, almost painfully. My pussy spams, gripping nothing.

  I realise I desperately want him inside me.

  I keep hold of his upper erection and, ready for it this time, rub the place between his tails. The purr ratchets straight back up into a loud growling, he's thrusting into my hand so hard he’s hitting my stomach. I’m nearly bent backwards over the worktop as he starts frantically lapping and nipping at my neck.

  I can’t keep up and let go of his tails and grab his hip for stability, and he slows again with the thrusting. He lets out a long shaking breath and then lathes at my neck, his hands dropping from the worktop to my thighs where he pulls up the tunic, exposing my wet pussy. He stops and pulls back to look at me.

  I nod rapidly, gulping out “Yes, please, yes.”

  He pulls my tunic up past my hips and lifts me, not bothering to take it the rest of the way off. He sits me right on the very edge of the worktop, just balancing me, with my tunic bunched up around my hips. He takes that last half step into my body, and holding my hip steady with one hand he guides his lower cock to me. I grip the worktop and lift one leg, hooking it over his hip, leaving the other to hang down. He presses the head of his cock against me, then hesitates again.

  I’m actually going to implode from sheer frustration.

  “Yes,” I say again, then “Please,” the ‘please’ comes out as a needy whine. I feel so empty it is painful, I’m so caught up with this that I’m not thinking about anything else.

  He presses into me slowly, I’m so wet there’s no resistance. I drag in a sharp breath, the slow burning of his cock stretching me making my breath hitch again. Once he’s all the way in, his hips flush against mine, he pauses again for a moment, and takes a deep shuddering breath, the rumbling purr returning in full force as he exhales. I hadn’t realised he’d been literally holding his breath until the rumbling came back.

  He rests his free hand under the thigh of the leg I’ve lifted, keeping the other on my hip, he slowly withdraws. I can feel the ridges rubbing inside me as he moves, stimulating my opening and deep inside of me. I grip the edges of the worktop, still steadying myself, watching his abs bunch under his fur as he thrusts forward again. The moisture from me spreads, the top cock just pressing through my folds, the ridges touching on my sensitive clit. I grit my teeth; my hips are trying to lift towards him and to stop my bottom from slipping off the side I lie back. Titus hooks both of my legs up, bending my knees and gripping my shins under his arms, his massive hands gripping my hips. I can feel the tiny scratches of his claws. His thrusting becomes firmer, more confident.

  I can feel the rumbling from his chest where my legs are pressed against him, I feel like I’m aware of every little detail, like the tickle of his fur against my legs and thighs as he thrusts into me. I can feel my orgasm banking up, Titus can’t seem to take his eyes from my face and he strokes softly at my naked hips before gripping again. I can feel my pussy clenching on his cock, my muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with it. It’s filling me, my skin pricking all over with the need for it. My toes curl, I’m so close, sweat blooms across my chest and my stomach muscles tense, my thighs trying to grip Titus closer as my pussy flutters desperately on his cock. I’m so close, but I just can’t.

  Titus moves one hand to between us, pressing his top cock more firmly against me, those ridges hitting against my desperate clit and suddenly the dam breaks.

  I cry out, reaching for him desperately, needing to bury my hands in his fur and have him close, he leans down obliging and lets go of my legs, and then I hook them around him. I bury my hands in his mane, by back arching, my orgasms wringing everything out of me. Titus gives one mighty final thrust and I feel him shiver, aware of his cock inside me pulsing; even that tiny movement feeling so huge as to be all consuming. I’m only vaguely aware of the cum from his top cock leaking across my stomach, still trapped between us. He gently works his hands between my back and the counter, careful of his claws, and hugs me tightly. I moan as his cocks slide away on their own, back into their pouch. We lie there like it for a minute, Titus giving my neck the occasional lick as we both get our breath back.

  “Hold on,” he tells me, and I grip harder with my shaky legs, and he stands upright, taking me with him.

  He carries me to the bathroom, gracefully stepping out of his trousers and abandoning them as he goes.

  He puts the water on and allows me to slide out of his grip, I’m fully aware now of the wetness dripping from me, and likewise the sticky mess that’s trapped between us. He gets my soap, and washes me. Soothing me, massaging every part of me softly. Caring for me. I put my hand out for the soap, and he bends and turns and dutifully lifts his arms as I request so that I can do the same for him.

  I absolutely do not want to talk about what just happened.

  But it was mind blowing, and I absolutely do want to do it again.

  Titus hugs me once were clean, just standing under the water. “Are you okay Poppy?”

  It’s a simple question, but he’s asking me hundreds all at once. He’s asking if everything is okay. So I think about it before I answer.

  “Yeah,” I realise. “You know, I really think I am.”

  He grins down at me.

  ACER

  I’d totally forgotten the last little bit of this would be a climb. Poppy’s gone in between of myself and Micka. I can smell she’s a little excited, but she’s gone quiet again. We can all smell quite clearly what she did with Titus this morning, but we don’t talk about it. She’s processing, and internalising, and doing whatever it is she does when she goes quiet like this. We let her. Hopefully today’s surprise will be enough to distract her from thinking too deeply on it. She seems to have mastered the art of worrying about things that she doesn’t need to.

  Titus is coming up the ladder last. Mostly worried about the condition of his ‘perfect picnic’.

  The room at the top of the ladder is smaller than I remember, but it has been a long time since I was last up here. It’s almost right at the top point of the station, and is, other than some structural supports, all windows.

  Poppy stands in the middle, turning completely around to take it all in, her mouth hanging open. Titus rolls out a large blanket and we all sit, waiting for her to join us. She does a lap of the room, taking it all in. There’s very little light this far up, and no actual lights in this room, so the view is even clearer here than anywhere else on the station.

  Titus produces a tiny globe light to illuminate the picnic for Poppy’s benefit, and unpacks some bits and pieces. Pouring us all drinks he calls her over. She comes and kneels with us to have a drink, but doesn’t tolerate it for long before she’s up again, making her way around the perimeter again.

  “It’s just so...” She keeps trying to say something about it, but she hasn’t been able to finish a sentence since we got here.

  “Come and eat,” Titus tells her, “There will be something to watch soon and you don’t want to miss it.”

  She comes over, distractedly picking at the food Titus keeps pushing at her.

  “So we’re not just here to look at…this?” She expansively indicates the view.

  I chuff at her, “It’s not bad. There’s something even more beautiful in here though.”

  She’s so embarrassed she can’t even look at any of us, her cheeks going pink with it. But she’s also grinning, she can’t help herself.

  Titus pours us all hot drinks and we move to the window. The arms of the sails are deployed first, and Poppy sits up with her nose against the window to watch.

  “What is that?”

  The material unfurls in a huge c
horeographed pattern, and it looks almost like a gigantic flower blooming rapidly. The black material catches the light at odd times and then dances randomly with lightning flashes. Ripples of rainbow colours start to appear, like pebbles scattered into a lake, and Poppy gasps out an amazed “Woooow.” We have all seen them before, but never one on this scale. Non of us are watching the sail though. Poppy is openly fascinated, and I’m enjoying watching her reaction.

  “It’s a solar sail,” Micka explains to her. “They’re trying something new, and this is just a test run to check the deployment mechanism. It won’t be out for long.” She’s engrossed by the play of colours across the black, shining surface, they become more intense as it gathers more power.

  It’s an incredibly impressive sight. I’m sure it’s not the case, but it feels like it has only just fully been deployed, and already it begins to fold back into itself.

  All of our communicators ping, one after the other. I sigh, Titus actually growls.

  “Really?” says Poppy, clearly annoyed with all of us.

  “I said we should have left them,” Micka says as he pulls his out to check it. Then shakes his ears.

  “Yes, you should have left them. Like you said you would.” Poppy’s frowning at us.

  The message might be important enough to get us back out of trouble, “Someone’s surrendering a human, they’re already on their way over.”

  POPPY

  We are in one of the holds.

  I’d had the option as to whether I wanted to be here or not, Titus offering to take me home with him, but it was another human; I didn’t feel like I could refuse.

  It was a show of solidarity.

  The message had gone out; basically, explained to me as a universal broadcast, offering the station as a place to surrender them. We hadn’t worked out the kinks in our plan as to what to do with them once they actually got here, if any at all. But I had to admit, if the choice was being mistreated or being asleep in stasis, I know which I would choose. I’d initially been angry with Micka suggesting the stasis, but without a legal guardian, it was the only way to do this and be law-abiding. Without that they wouldn't be able to make it work.