by S M Matthews
I really could get used to this.
After my shower I get dressed and head to medical for attempt number two at fitting the translator; as it turns out it’s absolutely tiny. I initially shy away from the fucking gigantic needle that Tark brandishes at me, but he sprays some numbing stuff behind my ear so although I don’t actually feel the needle go in, the pressure in my head is almost unbearable for about three seconds.
“That’s it? Is it over?”
“Yeah, you’re done,” he replies and sniffs the top of my head before moving to tidy up. It takes a minute for me to start processing it, but I heard Tark’s growl, almost over the top of that I heard the words in my ear. Or in my head, I’m not sure, but they were somehow in his voice. That was then spoiled by the deadpan computer overlay coming hot on its heels.
“Can you turn the computer off please Tark?”
He presses something on his control panel, “Is this better?”
It is, much, and I nod at him. This is amazing. He’s speaking English, in his voice, just with growling in the background. “Now it’s separate from the computer, I’ll have to regularly update the implant as the computer learns new things, but you won’t even realise that’s happening, okay?”
I nod again, and I can’t help grinning at him, “This is fantastic, thank you. Now that I can talk to you guys easily do you think we could all...sort of spend time together. All of us.” I’m apprehensive about running into Pate again, but maybe if I see him for a meal or something whilst Abner and Tark are there it might be a good way to...sort of break the ice. I’ve hardly really seen him or spent time with him. Although his forward approach did instigate all of this so I suppose I have him to thank in a way. I smile to myself at ‘forward approach’. That is one way to think of it.
Tark actually looks a bit hesitant at my suggestion, but agrees that he will get Abner to bring it up with him.
“Why not you?”
“Abner’s always been a sort of...mediator between us, not that we don’t exactly get on but...Pate and I are different, really different. I’ve never really gotten over wondering if he sort of blames us...for being different. He’s so...stern.”
Wow. Well isn’t that some really heavy shit. Maybe these boys are even more broken than I first thought. I really have no idea as to what to say to Tark, but it does make me think that I should just take the bull by the horns, or that cat by the...claws? I guess. It’s either that or wait for Pate to make the decision for me.
I spend the afternoon reading more, there’s little else for me to do really. I wonder if there’s something useful I could do around the ship. I wonder if aliens have hobbies? What a question to be contemplating, it shows how quickly I’ve adapted to this monumental change. My old life feels like a distant dream already, sort of unimportant and fading fast. Maybe that’s another side effect of coping with the change. My stomach rumbles, and as if I’d summoned him, Tark’s head appears in the doorway. Dinner time. I follow Tark wondering if Pate will be there, he’s not at the table, and I am strangely half relieved, and half really, really disappointed. Tark fetches me a plate and we sit and eat together.
“Why do you think he’s avoiding me? I read that when you like a female, you all like her, it’s what makes it work, so…?”
Tark and Abner look at each other, it’s Abner that goes for it though. “He definitely likes you Maisy, you know that he’s just...being Pate about it.”
“Wow, that is super helpful. Thankyou.” I roll my eyes theatrically and Tark snorts laughter. You know what, screw this. He does want me, and I am going to rip the plaster off this bitch. I stand. “I’m going to go and see him.”
Neither of them says anything as I leave, and even though it’s a really short walk along the hall, my bravery has already deserted me by the time I make it to Pate’s room. I dither there, moving from foot to foot and trying to find the Reckless Maisy that was here like, 10 seconds ago.
I take a deep breath. Nothing for it. Let’s see what’s behind door number 1.
PATE
My door slides open, must be Abner telling me it’s eve meal. He doesn’t speak, and then the smell hits me. It’s Maisy.
I turn very slowly in my chair. Must hold on to this sliver of self-control, her presence has been making me hornier and hornier, which has in turn been making me angrier and angrier. To start with the anger was resentment. Why did it have to be some strange alien? I always thought I was the strong one of the three of us, the one who can deal with anything. The leader. Not with this though, those two seem to know just how to make her happy, I hear them talking, and hear her laughing. I’m the weak link here. Now I’m angry because I don’t feel...good enough.
And yet here she is. She’s come to me, that must mean something surely? This strange female has accepted my brothers with seemingly no qualms at all. No bias. She doesn’t even seem to see our differences. We do not deserve her.
“Pate?” She says my name so softly, and I realise I’ve been standing here for ages, just staring at her. It snaps me out of my thoughts, and I can’t help stalking towards her. “Pate, wait, can we talk first?” She smells half scared and half aroused.
“Pate?”
MAISY
Oh boy. Ohboyohboy.
In my list of worst ever ideas this has got to be pretty far up there. He’s backed me against a wall. I knew he was bigger than his brothers but now I’m really coming to terms with just how big. His hands are resting on either side of my head and he’s leaning down right in my face. The noise that’s coming out of him sounds like an out of control chainsaw. “Maisy.” His voice has dropped to such a low growl that even my name sound funny through the translator.
I wonder briefly, if I scream, will Tark and Abner rescue me. The conversation we had in the shower comes back to me, he would never hurt you, they had said. I trust those two. And they trust Pate.
Deep breath. What I wouldn’t give for some Dutch courage right about now. He’s looking right into my face, so he doesn’t see my hand move to the front of his trousers. Now that I’ve had some practice I’ve gotten pretty good at releasing the fastener. Pate’s eyes widen momentarily in surprise, then half close with relief as his erections slide free. Oh, yeah, he is definitely on board for this. Apparently it’s all the invitation he needs, I am lifted and unceremoniously dumped on the bed, and he crawls on after me and then lifts me again and flips me over, like I weigh nothing. I squeak when he pulls me back by my hips so I’m on my knees, and he pulls my dress up.
“Pate, slow-” I try but the head of one of his cocks is already pressing at my entrance, this is all happening so fast I can barely keep up. The head of his cock forces it’s way in, and then I do screech. I’m suddenly terrified. That hurts.
Pate goes totally still, even the rumbling purr cuts off.
I’m panting loudly, the sting of him breaching me has passed as quickly as it happened. But he has stopped. “Maisy?” He’s said it so quietly it takes me a moment to register that he’s spoken at all.
I speak awkwardly, my face half turned into the bed covers. “Pate, you can’t just...I’m not ready okay? It hurts if I’m not ready.”
He’s silent for what seems like ages, and now that moment of fear has passed and we are talking, my body is liking the head of his huge cock wedged in me. I can feel the second gently poking between my butt cheeks. The gentle movement of my breathing is giving me the slightest friction, and although nothing is happening, my nipples are peaking against the fabric of my dress, just from being pinned in this position. I know they can smell how I’m feeling, and my moment of fear seems to have made Pate at least sane for a minute.
Although this feels like an absolute eternity, it can’t be more than a minute before he says “Show me.”
I reach back for the hand that’s holding my hip, the other is holding my dress up and resting on my small of my back, and pull it down. He follows me easily, sliding the other hand from the small of my back onto the bed next t
o me to brace himself, he’s almost covering me now, and he’s so much taller than me that even like this he could rest his chin on top of my head. I cup the back of his much larger hand, and guide one finger to rub my clit, once he gets the idea of what he’s touching, I let go. He’s very slow and gentle at first, and my body easily catches onto the slow burn he’s building in my lower belly. As everything relaxes, his cock slides in another half an inch, and his fingers twitch over my mound. I wriggle, encouraging him, and he presses forward gently, he is definitely bigger than his brothers, and the stretch is something I have to concentrate on relaxing into. The wild purring has started up again.
There’s no going back now.
His upper cock is sliding upwards between my butt cheeks as his lower cock enters me, and once it’s all the way in, the ridges of his upper cock rub on my anus.
It’s naughty, and delicious and makes me briefly wonder if I could take one of them there. The thought of having both cocks inside me sends a flare of heat through me, and I buck on Pate’s cock, pressing the ridges even harder into my back hole. He starts to thrust, and I’m moaning into the bed covers. His finger picks up the pace, turning wild, and he spreads my wetness over my clit, I’m twitching against his fingers, then a louder moan escapes me as I’m coming and lifting myself to meet Pate’s thrusts. I pull his hand away, his fingers on my oversensitive clit making me twitch, and now he has both hands he starts to thrust harder, one hand goes to my hair and pins me, then his teeth are at my throat. A split second of fear flashes through me, but he doesn't bite, just holds me there. It’s an animalistic show of dominance and I meet his thrusts harder. I’m unbelievably turned on by being pinned down like this. The stimulation on my back hole is actually lighting the fire of another orgasm, and I slip my hand between my legs and rub my clit in rough, fierce circles to make myself come again under Pate’s relentless thrusting. I almost growl at him as I come again, and I swear I go blind for a moment, bucking uncontrollably back onto Pate’s cocks whilst my pussy clenches him hard. His teeth go tighter on my throat, and I feel the first of his hot come land on my back a moment before I register it pulsing inside me. His thrusting has turned uncontrolled, and so fierce he’s shifting us up the bed, a few thrusts more and he flops over on his side, dragging me with him so that we are still joined. He pulls me into him, not seeming to care that my back and his front are very wet and sticky.
That was fucking amazing.
I moan again and his cocks withdraw back into his pouch, and I can’t bring myself to worry over the cum that’s leaking out of me and down my thigh. Pate’s lapping at the side of my neck, he stops briefly to speak.
“I am so sorry” He sounds so forlorn.
I sigh, and pat his arm where it is holding me to him.
“I’m not gonna say that it’s just okay Pate, it hurt but...after that was amazing. I can take it once I’m ready, just...make sure I’m ready.” He doesn’t stop lapping, but he humphs against my neck.
I must doze for a little while, but the feel of my legs being moved stirs me, then the feeling of a rough tongue giving my clit one long lap brings me all awake. Pate licks again and my back arches, pressing my pussy more into his face. He curls his tongue and fucks my opening with it, making my back arch as I bury my fingers into his mane, as if it gives me any control over what’s happening. Pate’s eating me like he’s starving, but I get the feeling he’s an all or nothing type of guy. The texture of his tongue feels amazing, and after a dozen more licks my pussy is clenching on air and my hips are lifting on their own, my thighs so tense they are shaking. Pate presses the knuckle of one finger into my opening and my hips buck as my release flows though me. I lie still for a moment, enjoying the little post orgasm waves as Pate climbs up my body, and I realise he’s going for another round. The memory of the pain presses on my thoughts, but I take a deep breath and force myself to relax into the bed. I am definitely more prepared this time. Pate guides his lower cock to my body, once he makes the gentlest of contact he looks up at me and stops. I nod, grateful for this concession, and he doesn’t hesitate to press forward. His upper cock glides along my folds whilst his lower stretches me again. He’s not slow this time, and he doesn’t stop until I’ve taken the full length of him. I let go a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, and he starts to thrust rapidly. My thighs are hooked over his and my big toes just about brush the bed covers. I realise I’ve lost my dress somewhere, and my breasts are bouncing to Pate’s thrusting. He leans over and takes both of my hands, then pins my wrists above my head in one hand, forcing me to stretch out, the other he slides under my ass and presses me to him even harder. It forces the upper cock to rub more firmly between us, and the ridges are catching on my clit. The ridges of the lower cock rub against my entrance as he thrusts, and another orgasm is forming, my super sensitive nipples are rubbing in Pate’s chest fur, and it just pushes me higher. He leans his face into the hollow of my neck, and then I feel the teeth again, holding me. His breaths are coming short against my neck, and my body responds, finding my orgasm as his claws dig into my ass cheek and his cum spurts across my stomach.
My wobbly traitorous legs only just about carry me to the shower, and it is a brief perfunctory effort before I flop back on the bed as I am. I see that Pate has put clean bedding on, and the dirty stuff is in a heap on the floor. He goes and showers and the climbs into bed next to me. He none too gently pulls me across to him, and I sleep easily.
PATE
It’s early the next morning, Maisy showered again and then left to find clean clothes and breakfast. The station came within comms at some point during the night, and they hailed us a message. We should be within broadcast distance and I open a channel and wait for one of the station managers to pick up. This isn’t usual protocol, we would get permission to dock once we were close enough, and that would be the only contact with the station we would have prior to arrival.
We supply, we trade, we leave. That’s it.
I’m in my quarters, mindlessly watching the colourful blob dash about the screen, indicating that I’m waiting for a connection to be made. We are still about two days travel out. I hope quietly that the station managers have not changed. The screen lights up, and I see that it hasn’t.
“Greetings, Micka”
“And to you Pate”
I nod, but say no more. I will let him tell me what this is about. Micka is a fair and reliable male, and he has two good brothers on the station with him. I have had dealings with them for a few cycles now, whilst we've been travelling. They have never once made comment on us, as so many have in the past. His trade has always been fair, and his concern for those in his care has always been at the front of his thoughts.
It’s enough that I have respect for them. As I expected, he does not play with the fishes but gets right to the point.
“Our long-range scanner picked up a fourth life form travelling with you. I have my suspicions as to what it is, but the scanner is not quite detailed enough at this distance to be sure.”
I sigh, this has come a lot faster and harder than I thought it would. I do not want any difficulties for Maisy, but if they have already detected her from this distance, there is no course but being truthful. I had hoped that they would dismiss the fourth reading as another one of Tark’s pets, but apparently not. And if he has his suspicions, he may have already run into another human. That gives me a sliver of hope, Abner has told me that Maisy showed some concern over what may have happened to the other humans, maybe Micka has some information on them. That hope gets crushed as quickly as it appeared, if he knows something, he might know how to get them home. I will not be allowing Maisy to leave us, but there's nothing for it now. I have to hope that Micka and his pack are truly how I’ve always thought of them.
I transmit the first scan Tark took of Maisy when she came aboard. Micka sits back in his chair and then leans forward again, ears both pricked forward. “Does she look like this?” The screen splits and an image comes
up, very long dark hair, with small face peeking out of it, she’s clothed much more appropriately than Maisy is, wearing what looks to be a heavily adjusted uniform. She has a rounder face, and a darker skin tone than our Maisy, but the similarities are there, eyes, nose, mouth. Blunt nailed fingers.
“She’s human,” I say “yes, we have one aboard.”
“Human,” He sort of rolls the word around “How do you know that’s what they are called?”
I frown at him, “She told us, obviously.”
He looks utterly startled “Yours can talk?”
I don’t even try to disguise my confusion “Yours can’t?”
He thinks about it for a minute “No, we didn’t think so. She can cry, and she can scream, by the stars can she scream, but she hasn’t spoken. I wanted to pool evidence, I’m trying to build a case for her...them...to be recognised as an intelligent species, but it’s just a feeling I had, she’s shown an aptitude for working in hydroponics, and she certainly understands the use of simple tools and such, but we can’t prove that she’s not just mimicking what she’s being shown.”
I ponder this for a minute, Maisy’s displayed every recognisable emotion there is, and she is obviously of an intelligent species. More information is being displayed – Micka is comparing his scans with the one I have sent him. “Micka, if she's not obviously damaged, there’s only one realistic explanation.”
“Yes,” he replies, leaning back into his chair again “She’s choosing not to. But why?” He looks bewildered by that, but I know Maisy has shown stubbornness and bravery, and it doesn’t surprise me that the human has taken the path of silent protest.