by Marcus Sloss
“Well Oont, I am glad to have helped the Planu settle a long vengeance and am honored by your effort to not let me vanish into the unknown. Every time I die there is only nothing, which is unsettling.”
“I can relate, I was dead for three of your years once. Explosion in a factory with a prototype. They had to ensure I was not coming back. I recall nothing from that lost time. Though I like to think I was somewhere happy, and not a recording on a data machine.” The lankly Oont said and then gave me a warning gravity was returning. I set my feet to land on the ground and we gently touched down. A table materialized and Oont sat.
“So the materializing thing, am I allowed to know the cost? I am okay realizing the specifics of the technology are probably prohibited. Really curious as to why some species never use it and others do when both have the ability.”
“Yes in a roundabout way I can answer. The cost is a rare mineral that was present when the universe formed. It is rare only in the fact that it is hard to learn how to find. It is an antimatter byproduct. That is the most I can say. Species that fight in zone six, well one of the key reasons the contested planets get classified as six is for resources. A four is far less valuable for harvesting than a six. Some species must in their superior rational travel instantly. Prudent species utilize it when needed and sell the excess resource. Neither side is technically wrong. Our few six stage planets have been a boon to our economy. Nothing close to our cloning though.”
“My lancer friend told me it was a big honor to have this meeting. I am always on edge with diplomacy. I am inexperienced in many things and find myself wishing I knew more. In this case Oont, I am indeed in need of clones. And I will continue to be in need. Humans have never had the pleasure of rebirth. Now I am getting asked by family, and friendly business associates often. I know that with time my bank account will be drained if I do not set limits, and find a good partner. Right now on Lunish, I have a mindmeld backup stored. Outside of that, I am lost on the subject of where to go and who to hire.”
The oval shaped head bobbed in a nod of understanding. A large smile crested his face revealing no teeth. Maybe they slurped food… “It just so happens you have done us a favor with Tuxpin, and we want to do one for you. A certain lancer friend of mine said you purchased a ship that will arrive tomorrow. There is a whole medical floor. We have… how do I frame this? Translator error… Huh? Young students, no… Nonexperts that are skilled but seeking experience. That works. We fellow tool wielders need to stick together. It doesn’t hurt when we Planu are allies with many factions.”
I smiled with this statement. “Yes, I have a lancer and a dragumi living with me. Friendly with the lancer and maybe more on the dragumi. It makes things interesting. Definitely, do not want to upset powerful species. What is your offer if I may ask?”
“We take over a large section of your medical floor. There would need to be a blackout or solid divider between our business operations and the rest of the ship. We get a private docking bay for clientele discretion and open up a new cloning facility on this new ship of yours. Our rent is free in exchange for at cost human clones for you. It would put us into direct competition with the Lunish facility for this section of space. The advantage here is you never have to drop through an atmosphere if in a vessel.”
“At cost?” I confirmed.
“At cost, discretion, rent free, and we run the facility our way. I sent the terms to Mila. She already accepted. You were a formality. Sorry, but I did enjoy our chat and wall bouncing. My team will arrive after your dragumi crews are complete. Until then.” Oont waved and vanished.
That was so neat. I really wanted to be able to do that. One day, in thousands of years probably. I got out of the chair and exited the room. My jaw promptly fell to the floor.
Bexso was in a yellow dress with a plunging neckline that revealed lots of cleavage. It opened up to show her tight tummy and flowed down around her curvy hips. It flared barely past her knees in a contemporary flow. Her shoulders held the outfit in place and straps kept it from becoming indecent. Her wings were tucked and her tail wrapped. From the front, you could never tell she was not another human besides her skin tone and swirling golden eyes.
“Dragon got your tongue? Your wives have me beat, but I appreciate the ogle. I feel so silly in this body...”
I pulled her into a tight embrace almost losing control. Our lips neared and we gasped in anticipation.
“Mack enough said. We are being watched and it is rude to keep mother waiting.”
“Bexso, hold up…” I wanted to talk but she kept going. Her hips swinging as she left me gaping in the hallway.
I caught up to her and extended a crooked elbow for her to grab. She grinned and slid her arm into mine. Fine, she could win for now. I couldn’t help myself though. I hadn’t had sex in over a week and all this fine flesh had my mind whirling. I kept taking glances at her voluptuous figure and kept getting caught. She loved the attention. So much so she planted a kiss on my cheek before we entered a doorway with two of the biggest dragumi had seen.
They were dark black heavily armored and looked ready to kill. I almost cowered as Bexso led me past them. Inside the room it was dimly lit, confirming an internal theory I had of dragumi eyesight. A few torches flickered their light to reveal a large ballroom. There were spreads of food, a few bars with tenders, and even a band played. It was completely what I expected a gala to be. Minus I was the only non dragumi there. When we entered a silence fell momentarily until the band started up again. I did not need to be able to smell scents to notice the disdain at my entrance. This was a very private affair and I was an outsider. There were dragumi of every color here, the reds for some reason stood out the most. I noticed a lot of the males were black and grumpy. Maybe their wives had dragged them to the event. The room was built for a few thousand with an ornate chandelier in the center. At the back of the hall was a raised platform with dozens of dragumi around a central female figure. Mila had said dragumi utilized a matriarch system. I went to see if I could reach her to be disappointed from another jam. I had to rely on Bexso here.
The outfits were a mix of sexual expression and combat readiness. A few of the males wore a thick tan leather of some creature in almost a full body cover. While others merely wore a kilt. There were no exposed private areas. The females were random as well in their clothing choices. I saw some lingerie and others in dresses. From my perspective, it looked like each individual had their own style.
I shifted a little closer to Bexso as we went to a food table. I was getting that sensation someone was behind me. I think it was because everyone in the hall wanted to see what I tasted like. No, that was not it. I felt breathing on my neck. I played it casual and lifted a chunk of bloody meat off a plate. No one shouted a warning so I plopped it in my mouth, gave a few chews against the stringy meat, and then swallowed with a gulp. I was hungry. I never got to eat during our dining hall chat. Shakes and slushies only went so far. I snatched another slab of diced up creature and down it went. The whole time I felt a dragumi behind me. When the lovely Bexso rolled her eyes in that direction I decided I was safe to turn.
“Oh hi, Uniza and Qnala. Glad to see you, fine ladies, again. You were such an inspiration during the battle. You fought heroically and it saddened my heart to see you perish while under such overwhelming odds. I do not know your customs but in mine, I would raise a toast in your honor.” I said. The two females went from stern faces to doe eyed blushing. Apparently, giving praise could melt them into softies.
A few eavesdropping men nearby strolled overconfidently. “You… Ugly rodent with legs. Do not complement our females. If you were not an honored guest I would challenge you to a duel.”
“They slew hundreds of robots, never showed fear, and died in glory,” I said.
Uniza and Qnala steeped back. Bexso stepped forward. This got the male to pause. He muttered and grumbled but left with his friends. I waved the girls back. They were in lingerie, and it was extreme
ly distracting. After seeing Bexso with lush skin, no tiny horns, human feet, and human hands the natural dragumi form had lost some appeal. It was rude to score but they were still an eight maybe seven and a half. They both wore stringy outfits that covered the most sensitive of areas.
Uniza placed three clawed fingers with a thumb on my shoulder. “You are brave. Ouch, intellect of two.” Chuckles erupted and she covered her mouth. I frowned, stupid rating system. The irony not lost on me that I had just scored the girls in appearance. “Was going to say brave or dumb… You are dumb… Can’t… Hold it in. Too funny!”
“That was kind of you human, and thank you for trying to save me on Narshak. It was a valiant effort and a clean death. I wish you the best Bexso and will miss you. That body looks ravishing. I have a date I must return to. Until later.” Qnala said and hurried beside a giant red male dragumi. He boxed her and then scolded her for talking to me, which I could hear the insults as he then swatted her ass. She blushed at the attention, liking it. To each their own.
“Why in the verse did you take this look? It is so soft and lush. I am not into females but you make me question my hesitation. What gave the inspiration?” Uniza asked Bexso.
“I looked at his wives. I was immediately attracted and swelled with desire. Mack treats his mates with respect, and not as conquests or objects. It gave me intrigue. As I learned more I wanted what he has. A family where everyone is loved equally. His wives had sex while he was away and while he was dead. He never cared, I saw his reaction when he found out and he grinned happily. They even used toys. So I designed a basic outline, and his wives etched this form. It was so outside our species limits I had to get mother's approval. She verified a few times, and my life savings paid for it. Four hundred thousand D-coins… Hey, damn it Mack.” Bexso gave me a dirty look that raged into her clasping my arms tightly that softened into a hug.
I tucked myself in trying to look small while grinning guiltily.
“See Uniza,” Bexso sent her a display. Probably showing I covered her cost. Uniza gasped and shook her head.
“I wish you happiness, my battle friend. It warms my heart to see you so jubilant. I am ancient compared to you both. My longest mate came around and eventually treated me with respect. I miss him often. It looks like your mother has summoned you. Here comes the harem.” Uniza said and stepped aside as six hulking male dragumi came to us. Oh neat, I got to see a reverse harem. Whomever her mother was must be important.
They ordered us to the dais and we followed them. I was getting nervous because I did not know the culture or the protocol. We arrived five meters in front of the largest female dragumi I had seen yet. She was a meter larger than Bexso, but I could see some of the same features. The golden eyes, the teal coloration. I realized I liked the baby blue on Bexso more now. We stood there silent. Bexso bowed and I followed her movements. We finished in tandem.
“Greetings daughter, greetings Raul…”She spun my last name around her tongue perfectly. I wanted to immediately toss my head back and howl my last name. “Do it!” The matriarch said with a gleam in her eye.
“RAUL!” It was glorious and caused the endless delight for the mother daughter combo. The rest of the attendees including her harem of males covered their ears.
“I am certain my Bex will be endlessly entertained by you. I am matriarch Beeso. Our species does not have only one leadership position like the lancers. We have dens of dragumi. My den happens to be the largest though. Very few subspecies get to meet me. Yet!” Beeso said and snapped her large teeth together in clatter to make a point. “You have met the lancer Emperor twice. So I am not defiling my station by hosting you. Not that I would mind when I see the lust radiating off my daughter towards you. She was determined for that body. I got called all sorts of names in her tantrum. I remember when I was her age millions of your years ago. Oh, the joys of youth.”
“Your daughter is a remarkable young dragumi. Without her battle prowess, I would have never made it to finding Tuxpin. Her wits, skill, natural abilities and reflexes impressed upon me. Her beauty knows no bounds in dragumi or its new form. I was wise to accept her contract.” I said laying on the flattery.
Bexso blushed and Beeso fanned her face dramatically. “See that boys! That was marvelous. You will all write nice things to say about me and then recite them at my whim.”
Nine males looked up at the matriarch and as one said: “Yes mam.”
They then glared daggers at me. I wanted to hide.
“As fun as it is to see my males squirm at the thought of being kind and sweet, I also asked you here to consult on business. Do you know what I want?” Beeso asked.
“For me to hire crews to outfit the interior of my Torg ship that I have been told is arriving as early as tomorrow. I was informed your price would be fair and honest. To not barter.” I said and Beeso looked approvingly at her daughter. “I was also told you might want to sell me additional armaments, engines, and other items but to be wary. Since us humans have no actual allies we could be hampered by restrictions.”
A frown followed this statement but it seemed to bother her only momentarily. “I will not know your final costs but will offer to complete your ship to your specifications at a good rate. Here is the intent to do business contract. Sign it and then enjoy time with my youngest daughter. Do you know how old she is your years?”
I signed the contract and shook my head no.
“Born days after you. She will live to be millions of years old if she manages her finances well. Do not forget how lucky you are she fought so hard to be at your side. With a disgusting lancer in your mix too. Though I applaud your ability to not defile the poor creature. Even if lancers are desired for such, you show the strength to avoid it. I look forward to watching the two of you blossom together. You have my blessing now as well human.”
I jumped from a sudden burning sensation on my right butt cheek. It hissed in searing pain. Bexso held onto me tightly and whispered for me to not scream out no matter what. The pressure was suddenly gone while the burning torment remained. I bit my inner cheek until blood filled my mouth. By all that is holy did that bitch have one of her harem brand my ass?
A quick look over my shoulder revealed ruined pants and a set of dragon wings six centimeters wide etched into my flesh. As much as it hurt it did look pretty awesome. I grunted through the pain and grinned.
“Good, you passed your test. Go now.” Beeso said in a clear dismissal.
Bexso and I meandered to the table. I got less death stares than before. My but radiated pain but I ignored it. We found a quiet section of the outer wall and I sipped a fruity concoction. Bexso snuggled tenderly into me. The only dragumi being dotted on among the hundreds of females. Yup, she and Astrid were going to besties for sure. Both had that inner rage that made a warrior, and that inner softness that made them adorable. I checked the time until the next event and saw I had ten minutes before the large scale ball started. Confliction raked my brain.
I wanted to go see my wives and be wowed by their diligent work at getting ready, at the same time I desired to take them to bed. Have a small orgy and sleep away the headache I had forming. Still, I knew being successful meant long happy lives, make it through the hard part now and live the good part later. At least that is what kept me placated. That and the way Bexso sang softly while cuddled into me. I let her have the entire time in my arms until we had to go. I got a soft kiss on my cheek and her golden eyes thanked me. Her alone time was over. She composed herself, stood tall, and we went to find Astrid, Stella, and Lorie.
We exited the dragumi hall and the green drone guided us to a waiting room. I found my wives there seated on a hovering lounger chatting. I stumbled and collided with an end table holding a vase. I dove and caught it just in time before it shattered. My reaction to seeing my wives had almost cost me however much this artifact was worth. It also caused my wives the hurry over to me and dote on my injury to my butt.
“You got branded. Mack this
looks painful and I’m the kinky one that likes some pain.” Astrid said.
“It hurt… I ate the burn like a man though. Not sure I had another option. I kind of did not want to lose standing in a den of dragon people. Speaking of kinky. I heard you girls bought toys?”
Starla and Astrid turned bright red and Lorie burst into laughter. Even Bexso chuckled.
“You will find out tonight my dear innocent husband. We will twirl you around our fingers until you beg us to stop.” Starla said as she walked over and retrieved the vase to place it on its proper spot.
“You like our outfits?” asked Lorie.
“So much so I barely got a look before I lost mental function from the sheer beauty you all are radiating,” I said as I recovered myself to my feet.
Starla wore a light green dress that matched her eyes and went well with her long blonde ponytail. Her double-d bust on full display pushed up to the max. It reminded me of a dames dress from the gangster era of American history. It sparkled and hugged her figure. While not super revealing it was intoxicating. The dress split on her left revealing the toned runner legs I lived for. Her neck adorned a white gold and blue sapphire necklace.
Astrid’s auburn hair flowed down to her shoulders and her brown eyes sparkled with happiness. She wore a modest dress that teased you with its reveals. Under breast cutouts were matched by a thong revealed around her plush waist. The dress cut low down to right above her trimmed pubic hairs. It wrapped then exposed in the exact amounts needed for her figure. Her ears adorned dangling diamond earring of immense size showing off our wealth.
Lorie had gone all out knowing tonight was her night. She wore a wedding white but not a dress. A tiny ten centimeter corset bunched her tits to exploding. Her toned abs tucked down to painted on white booty shorts. I went to snap the material when I found out it was actual latex paint. She had a flesh tape over her pussy lips. When I placed my face too close for a study of the material she grabbed my hair and thrust me into her crotch. Okay, I deserved that. Zero room for complaint too.