My great Granddaddy gave the Beast to me when I turned eighteen, and I was over the moon. God, I was so proud to have it, even when the other kids made fun of me for it.
It was all mine, it was given with love, and I cherished the latter more than anything in this world.
Man, I miss Granddaddy, I reminisced, thinking of all the summers I’d spent with him working on the old Chevelle and how we'd go driving around in it together.
‘Cruisin' he called it, I remembered fondly.
I keep fixing it up and driving the prehistoric vintage because I love the old Beast. I just can't part with something that was so close to Granddaddy O' Malley and me. It would be like burying a part of him all over again.
"You really need a new vehicle, Mags," Tawn suggested oh so helpfully, eyeing my beloved relic, "It only drives on land, Mags. It must take you forever to get anywhere."
"I manage," was all I said as I patted the hood lovingly.
"So..." Tawn started, a sly grin on her face, "You and Marre, huh?"
I cleared my throat and tried really hard to look innocent, blanking my face.
"What do you mean?" I tried, but it came out as a terrible squeak with a crack in it, my face turning red to match.
I sounded like a boy going through puberty with a complexion to rival a box of red hots.
Tawn rolled her eyes at me and swatted my shoulder, then crossed her arms over her shoulders, smirking at me.
"Spill it, Magenta May," she chuckled, looking at me knowingly.
"Don't forget, I know you," she prodded, nudging me, then gestured for me to fess up.
"We talked... it was nice..." I said evasively, side stepping any further questions hopefully.
"And...?" she asked patiently.
"He isn't into anything weird with his brother, right? Because I don't do incest-brotherly-lovers or anything like that- he isn't, right? Please tell me they aren't. I know Mol said they like women together, but how together, you know?" I blurted in a rush, dumping all of my more pressing questions about Marre on the only person I know who'll give it to me straight and keep it between us.
"Hold up, Mags!" she cut in, laughing and holding up her hand, waving it around quickly in a stop motion. "Okay,” she cleared her throat, “one question at a time." She frowned for a minute and her brow furrowed in thought. "I don't know what's up with Perre and Marre, but they don't get along anymore. They had a falling out of some kind, and since then, it looks like no sharing. They used to share the woman, nothing else, and that's everything right?" she asked, looking at me for confirmation.
"Yes, thanks." I let my shoulders sag a little, relieved at the news.
She gave me a one armed hug and laughed as I let out the breath I’d been holding.
"Then, in that case, I can dish," I giggled, grinning, and looped my arm around her shoulder too as we headed back into the house, intending to put everything in the house back to normal.
I had no intention of telling her about the sniffing incident or the hot hovie fore play, but everything else is fair game.
She is my best friend, after all, and I’ve gotta give her something juicy or she’ll never believe me.
Tawn grinned back and giggled as I relayed the tale of my knight in shining armor saving me from Kermit, erm, I mean Kertt.
I embellished for comedic effect, of course, but Tawn expects that from me, so it was all good.
Now I just have to cross my fingers and dot my 'i's that my knight will make a repeat performance.
This fair maiden awaits on bated breath...
Shake it more than twice...
Marre
I entered my house quietly- no sense in waking Captain Asshole. No need to have to deal with him and whatever mood he’s in right now, if I don’t have to- there was a little jauntiness to my step, despite the abrupt end to our interlude in the hovie.
Nona, Muna and Tawn had all promised to help me out with Magenta when I’d pleaded my case to them.
I grimaced as my attention was momentarily diverted to my swollen groin. I’m probably going to walk funny tomorrow, I thought distractedly, if I don’t take care my ‘little friend’ soon.
Real soon, I commiserated as I glanced down at my aching gonads sympathetically.
Once I’d gotten a whiff of Mags arousal, that was it, that was all it took, and I was a goner, her scent setting off a chain reaction in my body that’s making me go haywire in the horny department.
Add the hovie incident, and my junk might turn blue and fall off.
But, man, was it worth it.
I relished the memory of my little sex goddess all riled up and ready for me, cheeks flushed, sweet sexy smile just for me, hands eager to play, body primed and ready for the taking.
I always thought my red headed goddess was a tempting little morsel, but she never seemed interested before, so I’d settled for friends instead.
Now, though, I know she’s interested now. She couldn’t have hidden it from me tonight, even if she’d wanted to.
I’d tried flirting with her a few more times earlier, pre hovie tryst, backing down when it got a little too serious, relishing every time the sweet smell of her fragrant arousal assaulted my senses repeatedly.
A sense of satisfaction enveloped me, knowing I’d caused it, I’d done that to her, without even touching her.
I licked my lips impatiently and inhaled slowly, trying to pull any residual traces of her scent, which might have somehow clung to me, into my sinuses.
I sighed disappointedly when there was nothing. No such luck.
Oh, well, there’s always a chance to catch it again if Tawn’s plan works out, like I’m hoping it will.
And if everything goes right, I can enjoy all of her soon. Very soon.
I walked into my room, shutting the door softly behind me.
Stripping off my clothes hurriedly, I practically sprinted for the shower. I turned on the warm water and tested it after a minute.
Satisfied that it was warm enough, I slid in and let the warm water sluice over me.
My thoughts immediately went to my baking goddess as I took myself in hand. I tried to imagine it wasn’t my work roughened hands gliding up and down my engorged erection eagerly, but her soft small ones.
I pictured her in my mind’s eye, remembering how beautiful she’d looked tonight.
Her hair was down and flowing around her shoulders, her eyes simmering with lust as we’d fooled around in my back seat. Her lush body was pressed up against mine, her breasts straining against her dress, nipples hardened nubs as she rubbed herself against me wantonly.
I remembered the flush on her cheeks when she got aroused, the way her eyes glazed over after I nipped at that special place on her neck.
My heart beat sped up as I envisioned her kneeling before me naked, her hair a golden red halo around her heart shaped face. Her mouth opened slightly, lips swollen from our kisses. A coy smile would slowly slide up her face as she licked her lips and leaned forward, her body leaning towards me to take me into the moist warm cavern of her mouth...
My cock jerked, the head of my mating appendage popping forward, despite my efforts to keep it contained, and I moaned as my super sensitive inner member was pelted with warm water.
I came instantly, bathing the shower wall with hot semen as I throbbed and pulsed uncontrollably, my body releasing and convulsing rhythmically in time, it seemed, with my rapidly beating heart.
When I finally finished and my mating appendage receded back, I shivered and shook from the force of my orgasm.
If it’s that good when I’m just pleasuring myself, just picturing my goddess, I can only imagine how it’s going to be when it really is her.
I blinked and groaned as my moments ago spent, flaccid shaft, popped right back up at the thought of my little red headed maiden.
I glared at my cock in consternation and moaned on a gasp as the damned head of my mating appendage tried to spring forth again.
Uhm, this is getting embarrassin
g. I can’t even control my own wayward body now.
How the hell am I supposed to function like this?
I flicked the head of my rampant member and yelped out in pain, gripping my cock as it throbbed in pain and arousal now.
Smart one, dumb ass, why don’t you just poke it with a fork! It’s not like it will hurt or anything!
Ugh.
I’d never heard of a mating appendage having a mind of its own. As far as I knew, the damn thing was supposed to be a voluntary thing, chosen by the male, not the penis, who the male’s going to mate.
A Cardanian male’s mating appendage only releases, supposedly, when a male wants to claim a potential mate, and it won’t happen if she’s already mated or currently having sex with another male.
That, I know for a fact is true.
Maybe my body is just letting me know she has mate potential?
The only exception to the more than one male rule being a twin bond pair, who share a mate.
Our bodies have intense instincts and sensitivity that detect things like that somehow, unwilling to let us mate with what our bodies perceive as an already mated female.
Perre and I didn’t even think twice when we’d had sex with women and our appendages never even gave off a tingle.
Silly us, ha ha, but we didn’t know. No one had let us in on that little bit of info, so we didn’t even wonder about it. It’s not like there’s a book about it out there or anything.
An embarrassing conversation with our fathers had told us it was our body's way of telling us the females we were picking weren’t mate material. It’d brought us to the beginning of the end of our then current girl Ausha’s problem with mating us.
She’d denied being with any other men, but the rose colored glasses had already started to come off as things started to quickly unravel between her and us.
I’d never even wondered why she always wore such strong perfumes around us. I’d just assumed (more like ass-sumed) she really liked them, like she’d claimed, and was willing to overlook the floral stink for her.
I’d been too besotted with her at the beginning to ever wonder why she was frequently so ‘busy’ with other things.
The witch was masking her scent for two reasons, of course, we’d come to find out. One, she was already mated, and two, she was lying her ass off around us, something we would have picked up on immediately.
We should have caught on at some point, but we were so wrapped up in her, we didn’t even think twice about any of it.
Stupid of us, really, in the big scheme of things.
We’d been so excited that we might finally have found a mate that we’d let ourselves be blinded to all the warning signs.
It was our brother, Ponne, who’d discovered the true depth of Ausha’s deceit, when he’d stumbled upon her bragging to her friends that she’d planned on getting knocked up by these two Cardanian hotties she was just stringing along until their seed took root.
She’d planned to fool her husband into thinking the baby was his, mentioning our names and everything as she told all to her girlfriends.
I guess her, at the time off planet, Cardanian mate neglected to tell her a few things about Cardanians.
He would have been able to tell if the child wasn’t his, by scent, and then there was the whole not a potential mate thing. Couldn’t have knocked her up even if I’d wanted to.
Perre and I were furious, but not as furious as her mate was when he’d found out.
Guess she’d burned some bridges on the friends front as well. They were all pretty quick to roll over on her when her husband had come home.
I dragged my mind away from thoughts of Ausha, my mind instantly turning to my little goddess and how happy I am that she is nothing like Ausha.
Magenta is honest and genuine in her statements and feelings. She’s playful and funny, caring and kind. Her scent, now that I’ve gotten a hint of it, is mesmerizing, and the icing on the cake, she doesn’t wear any perfume or crap, enhancing her own natural musk.
Took me long enough to get around to it, but when I finally did inhale a lung-full of my sweet goddess? Mmmm, I practically purred.
When in public you try not to 'smell' too much, I thought and shuddered, recalling some of my more unpleasant scenting encounters.
Some things are best left un-smelled, which would explain how I hadn't gotten around to getting a good whiff of her until now.
It’s a double bonus for me, her not wearing extra perfumes and fragrances, because it also leaves her emotions open for me, easily telling me how my sweet goddess is feeling. All of her emotions laid out to me like a buffet for my nose, and all I have to do is make like the cartoon cereal toucan and follow it to see what’s up.
A knock sounded on my door and I finished dressing, then answered it.
Perre was standing there impatiently, his arms crossed over his chest, face groggy looking as if he'd just awoken from sleep.
He glowered at me and glanced over my shoulder, trying to see into my room.
I blocked him, just to be a dick, and closed the door more.
Heh.
“What the hell are you doing in there?” he demanded, his eyes narrowed at me in irritation.
I gave him a confused expression to buy myself some time to choose my next words with care.
“Nothing... right now, why?” I answered carefully, dancing around telling him about my bathroom aerobics.
None of his business.
If he can scent my fib, though, he'll think it's something worse- the pessimistic snoop.
I arched a brow at him questioningly and his frown worsened, confusion flitting across his features.
“Then what was with all the noise and the whistling?” he barked, pushing my door open suddenly and quickly poking his head in to peer around at my room curiously.
What the hell is he looking for? A stash of people hidden somewhere?
“What noises? What whistling?” I asked, baffled.
Perre scratched the side of his head, as if truly at a loss, a bewildered expression flitting across his face.
“Well, I thought... that is to say... it felt like... I felt... it seemed like... Do you have someone else in here, Marre?”
I barked out a laugh and shook my head ‘no’, answering his question.
Everything makes sense now, I realized as I put all the pieces of the puzzle together. God, how am I going to keep a straight face and not blush or crack up?
The whistling was obviously my ridges humming, the noises were probably the time I came in the shower, and then the time I stupidly flicked my dick.
Yes, I know I’m an idiot. So sue me.
Perre must have gotten a sense of what I was feeling as I was experiencing everything a few moments ago. Hah. Guess the mental connection was receiving stronger on his side since he was blocking me, because I got nothing coming from him.
“What did you feel, Perre? What did it seem like?” I asked innocently, proud of myself for not cackling like an idiot or smiling with glee as Perre blushed crimson and glared at me accusingly.
“Nothin’,” he grunted out and turned to walk away.
I started to close my door, but stopped when I saw Perre pause halfway down the hall and stop.
I closed the door to a crack and peeked out through it, unashamedly spying on him, waiting to see what he was up to.
Perre’s shoulders slumped visibly, his large frame sagging as he trudged off the rest of the way to his room.
I closed my door the rest of the way quietly and smiled to myself at Perre’s reaction. I think someone cares more about the idea of not getting his mate more than he's willing to let on.
Mags will like Perre once he lets her in, knocks his shit off, and she gets to see him for who he really is.
Behind the front Perre puts up is a huge heart. That’s why he protects it so vigilantly- he doesn’t handle rejection or hurts well.
This could all work out, I thought hopefully, thinking of Mags
and Perre mating too, securing the mating bond.
Hhmmm. Maybe if he gets jealous of me hogging all of our future intended’s time, he'll make his own move on her. And it is our future intended, I decided decisively for everyone.
Now I just have to figure out a way to get them to see it too.
Double vision
Magenta
"Thanks for coming with me, Mags," Tawn thanked me, smiling over at me gratefully.
"No prob, Bob." I smiled back, then hummed along to the radio, looking out as the scenery sped by.
I love winter time in Folkten, I mused, smiling as tiny purple snow flurries hit my window, some melting as they hit, others sticking to the window like amethyst polka dots.
Purple snow! I thought excitedly as the ground became a grape, cotton candy blanket.
"Yeah, I don't like driving around in the snow, even if I am hovering over it and not slushing through on four tires like your dinosaur does."
"Oy! Don't knock Beast, woman! You're insulting me," I huffed indignantly, turning my face so she couldn't see my grin.
"Uh-huh, if you're insulted by that, then I have four tits." She snort giggled making me crack too and giggle snort right along with her.
Once we'd gotten over our third grade giggle fest, we turned up the radio, badly belting out our favorite songs and humming along to the ones we didn't know the lyrics to. We probably sounded like we were drowning cats in here, but we didn't care. We just kept on singing along, the road and purple snow our only other companions.
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Tawn's phone started to ring as we pulled up in front of a beautiful wood and brick house with climbing vines, and a porch that seemed to wrap around the entire house.
The front steps leading up to the front porch looked like a work of art, with thousands of beautiful stones that someone must have spent hundreds of hours putting into such an intricate pattern.
"I'll run it up for you, Tawn, answer your phone, yeah?" I offered, eager for a glimpse of Marre.
"Oh, thanks, Mags!" she agreed readily, reaching for her phone.
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