by Alyssa Hope
In mid-afternoon they tracked him down in the big greenhouse, and he showed them all the different fruits, and how to tell when things were ready to harvest. He wasn’t sure that they really understood, but it was nice to have someone to talk to, and they got excited about tasting different varieties. He found himself laughing at their expressive little faces as they tried fruits that were sweet or tart. It was quite clear which they preferred. He’d never wanted to have someone around before, someone to talk to, so his response to their presence that afternoon came as a surprise to him. He must be getting old.
He found his healing cream, that he made from goat butter and some of the herbs he grew, and rubbed it carefully into Hana’s ankles, and any other wounds or fresh scars he could see on either of them. There were a lot of them, old and new, and he remembered why he disliked people, whatever their species. What possible reason could there be for hurting intelligent and affectionate little beings like these?
Kira tasted the salve and made a face, and he laughed, and both of the creatures purred. They seemed to be somewhat taller and a lighter shade of blue today, and he wondered if that was from being outside or being better fed. Or from being happy. He wasn’t going blue, though, and he was happier than he had been for a long time. Not that he’d been unhappy living and working here by himself, and he would have told anyone who asked that he was satisfied enough with the life he’d ended up with, after all he’d done and seen. This feeling, whatever it was, like a flower opening up in his heart, was new. Old and sentimental, that’s what he was getting.
After supper – yes, another meal! – and once the goats were milked again and all the animals put away for the night, he found himself having to explain the concept of showers to his new friends. They didn’t seem at all keen on water falling on their heads at first, or soap, but once they caught on to the idea of being tickled and stroked all over while being soaped and then rinsed, they were ecstatic. It was like dancing in the rain with two happy slippery little blue sweethearts. Jacob ended up sitting on the shower floor laughing so hard that he couldn’t stand up.
They finally made it to bed, and it was only then that he remembered that he’d meant to make them their own bed down in the barn where George, the big dog-thing, slept. That would have to wait until tomorrow.
He woke up at his usual time, just before dawn, but this time from a stranger dream. He’d had a lover in his bed, something he hadn’t had in reality for a long time. His lover was kissing and licking all over his body, and stroking his throbbing erection, bringing him to release with skillful hands. He was on verge of orgasm, arching up into his lover’s hands and crying out in pleasure, when he woke up and discovered that in reality it was two small lovers.
One of the little creatures was sucking on one of his nipples and playing with the other with those agile fingers, while the other was working his erection with both hands, and a clever tongue was flicking at his leaking slit. He tried to object but couldn’t think of any reason to, and as quickly as that climaxed into the small one’s mouth. It seemed delighted to suck his release down, and the other one – Hana, he realized – slid down his body to share in the bounty.
When his hips had stilled and he was spent he lay there for a while, thinking of the value of his two little friends as an alarm clock. That had felt pretty damned good. They both moved up his body and curled into him, nuzzling at his neck. There seemed to be some discussion between them as they stroked his throat with their fingers, and he hoped they weren’t debating strangling him, but he would have died a happy man if they did, to tell the truth.
He tried to think of all the reasons that letting them bring him sexual release had been wrong, but everything he was feeling from the two creatures was pure happiness. They both seemed quite sure that bringing him pleasure brought them pleasure as well; that they were, in some strange way he didn’t understand but they did, all one, all the same.
‘Our third. Jacob is our third.’
He didn’t understand what that meant, but decided that they were just happy to be with him. It was certainly better than where they’d been. He had chores to do, so he persuaded them that they needed to get out of bed, as much as part of him wanted to stay there and play all day.
Back at the goat barn, he fed the girls and got the buckets out of the sterilizer, then left them to the milking. When the other animals were all taken care of and the greenhouses opened for the day, he returned to find the milk pails full, the goats empty, and everyone playing happily together in the barn. His new friends were more blue now than purple, and they seemed to be taller and have filled out a bit more already.
Hana was still moving more slowly than Kira, and limping, but didn’t look half dead anymore. They must be resilient little creatures, and if they could milk the goats for him they were worth far more than any money he had paid for them. He was going to fill out the forms to make them free beings on this planet, though, as much as he hated paperwork. He was never going to be a slave-keeper. They would, officially, have to be employees, because he was pretty sure that ‘friend’ wasn’t one of the choices on the forms.
Kira smiled over at him as though it had understood. He held out a hand and it ran over to hang onto him, with Hana not far behind. If they knew how to milk goats, did they understand about cheese making? It turned out they did, or at least they were fast learners. Goat cheese wasn’t difficult to make, and he had perfected a hard cheese as well as several different flavours of herbed soft cheese.
Kira and Hana paid close attention to each move he made in the dairy, and seemed to understand the whole process, even the labelling. Hana carefully copied the lettering that he demonstrated, although it was probably just a jumble of symbols to the little thing. These two seemed a fair bit more intelligent than the one hired hand he’d made the mistake of taking on last year, though. That man hadn’t made anyone smile and the goats had hated him, and he’d fired the man within the month.
He introduced Kira and Hana to George, and made sure the big dog-thing understood that they were part of the flocks he protected. Then he had to explain to Kira and Hana that they couldn’t ride George, although he probably would have let them. George was a guard dog, not a toy, though, just as they were friends and not toys. These distinctions were important.
George seemed politely interested in them, but none of them seemed inclined to bond with each other. As soon as he left George to his duties, the little ones were at his heels again.
After the shower that night, he was drying them off when he realized that Kira, the bigger of the two, did in fact have little nipples, and he wondered how he hadn’t noticed those before. He tickled the soft little discs, and Kira turned a brighter blue and pushed into his hand, purring insistently. He found himself caressing the narrow chest, enjoying the pleasure he was bringing to his little friend, and running the other hand around its back of its head as though it was indeed a lover. He was on the verge of experimenting with a kiss when he made himself stop, and received a puzzled thought from Kira in response. He obviously wasn’t the only one who thought that had felt good.
Jeez, he hoped that these really weren’t children, because his relationship with them was moving beyond that fast. Had already moved beyond that. He still hadn’t found a bed for them, and they crawled back into his without hesitation. He slid into his side, and didn’t even have time to pull the blankets up over himself before he had one small creature attached to each nipple, sucking enthusiastically. Gods, that felt good. His chest tingled under their hungry little mouths, and he wondered if they were actually pulling nourishment from him.
He didn’t know what to do and didn’t want to scare them, or at least that was his excuse. Truthfully he just didn’t want them to stop. In the end he wrapped an arm around each of them and shut his eyes, lost in the pleasure they were bringing him. He was pretty sure this wasn’t about feeding, but knew that emotional nourishment was just as crucial to development. That was his excuse for lying there
and letting them bring him pleasure, as they pulled hungrily on his nipples.
Just letting them nurse was giving him an aching hard-on, and he was beginning to wonder if this was part of why they might have been valued as pets. Kira let go of the nipple it was sucking on, and kissed its way down his body with licks from its rough little cat tongue, and he wondered what that mouth would feel like around the hard length of his cock. He soon found out.
Kira’s long tongue wrapped around the rim of his mushroom head and tugged gently, and he arched off the bed in shock and pleasure. When the tip of that tongue dipped into his leaking slit, sucking up the drop of pre-cum and seeking the next one already forming there, he moaned and gripped onto the sheets hard with his hands. Gods, these little friends seemed to exist purely to bring him pleasure.
Kira sucked his broad head into its eager little mouth, and he cried out in shock at the rough texture that closed around his swollen head. It was all cat-tongue abrasion, and he wasn’t sure if it felt good or not, and it hurt but he didn’t want Kira to stop. Both creatures looked startled at all the noise he was making, and Kira raised its head to look at him in puzzlement. He tried to smile, and hummed down at his friend, the closest he could come to a purr, and Kira smiled up at him and then returned to its mission.
It stretched its mouth around his thickness, hesitated for a moment as though it was thinking, and then sucked in his whole throbbing length. For a second the interior of that incredible mouth felt rough around his sensitive cock and he tensed against the harsh abrasion, thinking that it was going to scrape the skin right off, but before he had time to scream the texture of the mouth and tongue softened. Then his hard length was all the way inside that moist warm mouth, and Kira was sucking gently, and he thought he was going to lose his mind. Or maybe he had already, or he’d died and gone to heaven.
Hana, perhaps a bit jealous, bit down gently on the nipple still in its mouth to get his attention, and tweaked the other one with its clever little fingers, and then started purring around his nipple. His body bowed off the bed, overwhelmed with sensations. It seemed as though his whole body was resonating with the soft vibrations from Hana purring against his nipple in its mouth, and then Kira began purring around his cock as it sucked.
His mind was flooded with sensations, emotions, pleasure and joy and happiness, of something that was surely love, all doubled. It didn’t seem fair that he was receiving all of this and they were getting nothing back, but then he was assured that they were happy as well. Very happy.
He didn’t have time to process that thought, or any thought, as his climax began in his spine and tightened his balls, and he shot off deep into Kira’s hungry mouth. When he was spent he lay there exhausted while two tongues washed him, and then two little bodies curled up against his chest, nuzzling into his throat. He stroked them both gently, exploring their bodies as he did so, and they took turns kissing him softly on the mouth. They both seemed a lot heavier than they had been when he’d first held them, not nearly as bony, and he wondered if they fed on love and kindness as well as goat milk. A thought that seemed to come out of nowhere assured him that they did.
‘Love you. Love is good.’
The two of them stroked and nibbled at his throat again and seemed to communicate with other as he caressed their soft bodies.
‘Our third. Does it not know? How can it not know?’
He still didn’t know what they were talking about, but the three of them curled up together and fell asleep.
He started looking forward to bedtime, and not just because he was tired anymore. Despite having his sleep occasionally interrupted by hungry mouths and searching hands, he was finding that he was seldom tired. He wasn’t dragging himself out of bed bleary-eyed in the morning, either. He was, actually, feeling like he was a lot younger, and a whole lot more energetic. Maybe having the milking and cheese-making duties taken off his hands helped.
Chapter 3.
With every week that passed, his small friends settled more and more into life at the farm as though they’d been there forever. And been in his bed forever. He’d quit even thinking about making them a bed of their own. They wouldn’t have used it and he wouldn’t have wanted them to.
Being human, though, he started wanting something he didn’t have. He found himself aching for a lover’s touch, and more than just sexual release. He wanted a soft mouth and hungry kisses, and a warm body to wrap in his arms, someone to roll around under the covers with, to curl up with during the long nights.
It had been a long time since he’d even thought about a lover in his bed, as there was no point in wanting something he wasn’t going to have, and he tried to concentrate on what he did have. His small friends had gifted him with so much more than he had expected, and he shouldn’t be complaining. These clever creatures shared a lot of pleasure with him, even if they would never be able to fill his need for a human lover, he thought.
Kira slid up his body and wrapped its fingers into his hair, staring down at him. It seemed sad, and he was sorry he’d let those thoughts into his head. Of course his friends would have felt them, but it wasn’t fair to expect them to be any more than what they were.
To distract it, as least that’s what he told himself, he pulled Kira’s head down to his and touched his lips softly to its, and then more firmly as its lips opened for him. He explored its mouth with his tongue, and it wrapped its agile little tongue around his and welcomed him in. He sat up in bed and cradled it, kissing it deeply, running his hands up and down its back, and it began to feel a lot more like the lover he’d been wishing for and a lot less like some strange alien creature.
Hana pushed Kira to one side and took his mouth in a greedy kiss, and Kira seemed happy to share, sucking and licking gently on his throat while Hana had a turn at his hungry lips. It wasn’t at all awkward having three mouths involved, and he forgot about the thought that somehow it might be. They took turns kissing and caressing, and there were a multitude of hands stroking and holding each other close.
That night he went to sleep with a soft mouth nuzzled into each side of his throat, and arms wrapped around his neck, his arms wrapped around warm bodies. This was beginning to feel like normal, whatever that was.
Chapter 4.
Jacob was surprised, as usual, when his calendar reminded him that he had to get ready for his deliveries to town again the next day.
That evening he packed crates of fresh fruit and vegetables, eggs, milk and rounds of goat cheese ready for town. The nice lady at the grocery store was going to be very pleased, as with every week that passed he had quite a bit more dairy product than he ever had before, even with two greedy little creatures to feed. More of everything he thought, looking at the crates of produce. It seemed that the greenhouses were more productive right now as well.
He wondered if his little friends needed anything from town, but as usual got blank looks in response to that thought. Apparently they had everything they wanted right here. Smart little things.
He remembered, as he did every week, that he’d been going to ask his mother about them, and find out what they were and what they needed. He was glad he hadn’t sent pictures already, as they didn’t look like the same creatures now. With every week that passed they became larger and happier, and their color brightened. He’d do that and fill out the emancipation forms when he got back from town this time, for sure.
In the morning, loading the truck, Jacob had to once again explain to the pair that they were staying here at the farm for their own safety. Town was a scary and dangerous place for little ones, even if they weren’t so little anymore, and he wouldn’t be able to watch them every second. Valuable little pets or not, they were valuable to him, and vulnerable, and he wanted them where he knew they would be safe.
How long would they buy the story that he needed them to stay here and take care of George and the goats? Admittedly it was nice not having to rush home and do the milking, but there was more to it than that. Maybe i
t was that he wanted to keep them all to himself, and not have the outside world intrude on their little bit of paradise here?
At the feed store, always his last stop before he headed home, Dorn asked about the little aliens, but seemed more curious than he should have been. Jacob just shrugged and told him they were still alive. It wasn’t anyone’s business but his own.
Then Dorn remembered something else that he could sell Jacob, maybe.
“Heh, you were asking about another one of those dog-things? I got a litter in, wanna have a look?”
Jacob did, and thanks to the extra money he’d received that week was able to leave with a sturdy female pup trying to wiggle out from under his arm. George was going to be happy, he hoped. And in a year or two maybe he’d have some of these expensive but very useful pups to sell.
All in all it had been a successful trip this week, but he returned home to chaos and hysteria. Apparently some large creatures had come to the farm and tried to talk to his little sweethearts, and only some very pointed intervention from George had driven the interlopers away.
He told George what a good boy he was, and then introduced him to his new girl-friend to-be. George rolled over onto his back and let the pup crawl all over him, and then pinned her down to wash her thoroughly. Apparently this was going to work out, so he left George to give the new pup the tour and explain the rules. He had other things to worry about.
It wasn’t the first time he’d had visitors, welcome or otherwise, but it was the first time since his sweethearts had come to live with him. Did any creature larger than the goats scare them this way, or had there been something about these particular ones? He couldn’t get any sense out of his little ones, and they wouldn’t let go of him that evening.