Justin kind of liked having to deal with jealous females.
It was a new experience. As, really, were most things having to deal with women. He had not dated on Earth. Not by choice, naturally. Few teens choose such things, and those who do often discover the problem was they weren't paying attention to the right gender. That had never been the case with Justin, despite that odd dream about Chuck he'd rather forget about. No, he liked girls.
Especially, but not limited to, what the two girls in his life were doing just then.
Justin had been placed in the middle of their bed, with orders not to move. Both his wives, eyes full of a hunger he never got tired of, quickly stripped his lean body, clothing already shed from theirs. Alicia was magnificent, with her blonde hair, slightly swollen belly and larger breasts. The scar on her cheek only seemed to accent her beauty. Daium's blackish grey fur clad form, at least to him, kept getting more human. There was a swell to her hips now, and he could swear the white fur on her breasts seemed to be shorter. The mind behind her four eyes, however, had never changed. It showed the same loving, caring being that had been there the first day he saw her.
That mind, it seemed, was currently focused on one thing. Laid out on the lower part of the bed, Daium moved her head over his thighs and licked the side of his cock. Alicia, stretched out on the other side, legs folded up near Justin's head, kissed his smaller head, tongue flicking out as her lips pulled back. She repeated it, moving her lips over the smooth top as Daium continued to lick down below.
Eyes closed, Justin contemplated the difference in his lovers. Alicia's tongue was small, but sharp, fitting her perfectly. It came almost to a point, allowing her to move it like a feather over his most sensitive parts. Daium's was large, wide, a touch rough in the center. She could curl it around his shaft as she licked, up, and down. Without a word the two traded targets, Daium attacking the head while Alicia kissed up and down his manhood. A content groan from him was met with giggles down below. There was movement and a shifting of weight on the bed.
"We're going to tease you." Alicia's voice was in his ear, followed by her teeth lightly biting on his earlobe. Justin's slight gasp of pain was followed by another groan as his cock was engulfed by Daium's mouth. Her throat always felt so strange, so different than Alicia's. A sexy chuckle echoed through his head. "We're going to satisfy you, again, and again. Just to remind you what you will never feel again..." Teeth lightly pressed against the base of his mouth enclosed penis. "...if you ever, ever, look at those squirrels the wrong way..."
Justin had no interest in animals. In aliens. He had the only two women he wanted in the whole world (especially since he knew Tammy wasn't bi). Both hands going down to hold Daium's head, he opened his eyes to look at Alicia.
"Take all night if you have to..."
****
Mary lay in the darkness.
Goldie had left the bedroom a few minutes before, doing her best to close the door silently. She did a good job, the latch just making a slight "click" sound, but it really didn't matter. Mary wasn't asleep.
She had slept well last night. Maybe the excitement of the babies, or the idea of sharing a room with her new friend, had tired her. Or, maybe, it had just been that it had been her second night in the spare bedroom. She had spent two nights sleeping with Mom, cuddling with her for the first time in... well, in living memory. That had been... wonderful.
Looking up at the ceiling, she blushed a bit, thinking about being in Mom's arms. She hadn't slept with Dad in years, not being a scaredy cat during storms or anything like that. The feeling of having someone next to you, someone that loved you... you don't miss what you don't remember, but now she missed the closeness of those two nights.
Naturally, though, she wasn't going to sleep with Mom forever. Mary had been the one to ask for her own bedroom. After all, she was almost fourteen. So, she took over what Goldie had told her was called "the dog house". Anthony (she was NOT going to call him her Step-Dad!) hadn't been using it, probably keeping it free for her. She had spent the first night there not getting much sleep either. So, even though she was in the exact same bed now, the room was different, the company was different...
Oh, God, was there anything in her life now that wasn't different?
Her mind wandered. She had walked on another world. Was, in fact, still on another world, at least until tomorrow. She hadn't asked what their plans were. The two squirrels had thrown everyone's plans up in the air. Squirrels.... four foot tall, talking squirrels.
She thanked God they hadn't been bugs. She hated bugs.
The door opened again, a shaft of light cutting through the darkness, illuminating Goldie's empty bed. Goldie softly entered, tiptoeing on her four clawed feet. Her eyes came up to Mary's bed, meeting hers. She paused, startled.
"Oh! Did I wake you? I'm sorry! I sometimes have to go potty at night..."
Mary shook her head, which was never very effective when your head is on a fluffy pillow.
"No, you didn't wake me. Can't sleep."
"Oh..." Goldie came farther into the room. She kicked the door closed behind her, softly enough that its noise wouldn't have been heard in the other bedrooms. The room dark again, she heard Goldie get into her bed. Her friend settled in, the room once again quiet.
"Mary?"
"Yeah?"
"Still awake?"
"No. It's a dream. All a dream."
"Hmm... if it was a dream, I wouldn't be furry..."
That startled Mary. The idea that Goldie wanted to be like the rest of them... well, like the humans, made sense, but she'd never considered it. Lots of things about her new friends she probably hadn't thought of yet.
"Goldie... if you're not too tired, want to stay up and talk?"
"Yes!"
****
Chuck ambled down the hallway, yawning. Scratching his side, he looked down, making sure he had in fact remembered to slip some shorts on. True, nobody was likely to be awake, but there was no reason to scar someone for life if it could be helped.
Yup, green shorts. He was good to go.
Pausing for a second, he looked back at the bedroom door. Both mothers were up for the "Goddammit It's Too Damned Early" feeding. He wished he could help. He really did. For the previous ones he had stayed up, talked to them, helped change and fuss over the babies. But, really, he was in the way. Oh, things would be different once the newness of it all faded, once all the "babies are the best!" chemicals started to be flushed from their systems. Melinda and Rinda would want their sleep, and he'd take his turn dealing with them, feeding the kids bottled breast milk. You know, the whole modern dad thing.
Now, though, while he was somewhat awake, realizing sleep might be long in coming, he had decided to get some reading in. Justin had made some comments about the gathered books. He hadn't said much: Justin wanted Chuck to look at them with uncontaminated eyes, to see if what he saw jived with what squirrel girls had told them. Best to get that done as soon as possible.
Closing in on the end of the hall, he heard voices. He stopped. Ah. The door to Goldie's room wasn't quite shut. Smile on his face, he felt like he was back home, sneaking up to his younger sister's room when she was having a sleepover. Should he? Well, he did have to walk past it to get to the stairs, unless he walked all the way back and took the other way down...
"...and Beth was like, 'No! Get it away!', and my cousin was like, 'It's just a frog! Look! Look!'"
"Hahahahaha!"
"And then he threw the frog at ME, and I was like, NO, you do NOT do that! So here I am, chasing this four year old through the birthday party, over the sandbox, around the swing set TWICE, and he trips running around the table the cake is set up on, grabs the table cloth as he falls..."
"No!"
"And pulls the entire thing off! Cake all over the grass! Oh, Aunt Marge was MAD! And she blamed ME!"
"It wasn't your fault!"
"I know, right? Like anyone can control a four year old!"
Chuck moved away, smiling. They needed Mary. What she was doing for Goldie, and probably would do for Danny, was more important than any books. It would be hard on her, but... they'd take care of her.
Rotating his shoulders and neck, waking up a bit more, he headed for the stairs. Time to get to work.
****
Tammy hated being a light sleeper.
It was an active night on the ship. Three people had used the bathroom, the babies had woken twice, and after the last crying fit someone had left the cabin across the hall and walked off towards the stairs. Once again, she considered asking for better soundproofing.
But... really, she didn't mind all that much. The sounds reminded her a bit of the college dorm. It was comforting, in a way, to know the people around her were OK, and if there was a problem she'd be one of the first to be up to help. She liked that. Especially when there were strangers on board. And, hey, she always fell right back to sleep, it wasn't like this was cutting into her R.E.M. time.
So, no hurry.
Pulling the blanket up a bit, Tammy felt sleep coming on. She kept her room a bit on the chilly side, just so she could snuggle under a blanket. She slept nude, enjoying the feel of being tucked in. There was nothing better.
Well...
Somewhere in the hallway, another door opened.
Tammy sighed, turning on her side. This was getting a bit much. She waited for the sound of another door, probably the bathroom next to her, to open and close.
Nothing.
Hmm. Interesting. Did they go downstairs? Alicia or Hannah get the munchies? Or...
There was a light tap at the door.
That... had never happened before.
Sitting up, she swung her legs around, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the door. Who could it...
Oh.
Tammy's heart started hammering in her chest. Looking around, she didn't see anything in the dark she could quickly put on. Her dirty laundry was in the bin, she had no robe. There had been no need of one...
Another soft knock. If she didn't answer, and it was Nona (it might not be, don't get your hopes up), she'd go back to her room. Possibly to never try this again. The courage it was taking her to do this! Standing on the rug, Tammy walked quickly to the door. Grasping the handle, she took a deep breath.
"Be calm," she told herself. Turning the handle, she opened the door an inch, keeping her body behind it as she looked out.
The dimly lit hall was empty.
Tammy opened the door wider, sticking her head out.
Nona was slowly walking back to her room, head down. She was dressed in a re-fitted oversized Buffalo Bills T-shirt, coming down past her butt halfway to her knees. Tammy bit her lip. Damn it!
"Nona..."
She stopped, bare feet caught mid stride on the carpet. For a moment, Tammy thought she's just keep walking, that she'd have to go after her. Slowly, Nona turned.
She had brushed her hair. The part down the middle was neat, perfect. There was no makeup, not that she was the type to use any (or need it), but she had primped to the best of her ability. It had to be past two in the morning. It had taken her that long to psych herself up, to will herself to walk over to Tammy's door. How long had she stood there, before knocking? Tammy's heart melted. She spoke again, softly.
"What is it, Nona?"
Licking her lips, Nona looked down at her feet.
"W...would you like to take a walk in the garden?"
"I'd love to, Nona."
****
Chuck looked at the pile of books on the dining table before him. It was late, he was tired, and realistically he was only going to be able to focus on one of these damned things. Two, if the glass of beer became two or three glasses, but comprehension might suffer in that situation. Although, hell, at times it seemed the universe itself was drunk, so...
With a sigh, he grabbed the largest in size, although not thickness. It looked like a coffee table book, the kind with tons of pictures. He liked pictures, especially at times like this. Pushing the others away, he positioned his choice in front of him, getting more comfortable in the wooden chair. The book was leather bound, like the others, title burned into the hide.
"Seeing", by She Who Saw.
Great, a see saw book. Taking a sip of his cold beer, he opened it.
The first page was a drawing, looking like it was done with colored pencils. Lightly touching it with his hand, he saw it wasn't printed: this was a lovingly done, handmade book. The image... Chuck scowled. It was a picnic table. Faded green, wooden, with the benches on either side attached at the ends. The artist was looking down on it, as if perched up above. Under the table was dirt, weeds, with dark green grass and the occasional dandelion filling in the rest of the ground.
Weird. He turned the page.
The same table, although the artist had lifted his head to look past it towards the horizon. There were other picnic tables around, trees, garbage cans, swing set...
The next page showed a human family having lunch at the table. Husband, wife, three kids, eating sandwiches and drinking pop. In the corner, half seen, was a squirrel.
Chuck sat back.
The style was realistic, even if the skill of the artist wasn't capable of photorealism. She... well, She Who Saw, had seen this. Seen... Earth? He flipped the page.
Another view, still from up high. It was looking through tree branches, almost as if they had just turned in place. There were people... kids, dressed in the same color... oh! Baseball diamond! It's a view of a baseball game! Words caught his eye. Unlike most of the facing pages, this one wasn't blank. It had... well, it was in English...
****
Hey batter batter
Hey batter bat
Hey batter batter
Swing batter batter swing
Hey batter swing batter
Hey swing bat- crap he hit it!
****
Chuck blinked. He took a long swig of his beer. Blinked again. Didn't help. Next page.
Now he saw porn. A human girl, dressed in a cheerleading outfit, was on the picnic table, legs hanging off the end closest the viewer. Between them was a guy, pants down by his ankles, banging away at her. There was a... roughness to the drawing, not seen in the others, as if the artist was not only trying to get this down as it happened, with the subjects always in motion, but had one hand busy. The next page was the same, with a different couple, both nude this time. The guy was banging away with all he had, which to be honest looked like quite a bit. Two small squirrels looked on from the ground.
The following page had a change of perspective. The viewer, it could now be seen, has been up on the branch of a tree near the picnic table. Looking almost straight down, this view showed a teen guy leaning against the tree trunk. His dick was out, and a cheerleader was busy blowing him. Her long blond hair was blurry, head obviously moving quickly.
Chuck sat back again. Two things. First, what the fuck. Second, damn, that's a bad place to get laid, all open like that, unless part of the thrill is the danger of getting caught. Third, that was a Clarence High School cheerleaders outfit. Why the fuck...
His eyes widened.
The artist was looking into their world.
A window. A SMALL window. In one spot. A park, somewhere near Clarence. A window that could see across the vastness of space? Was that it? Or...
"...or into a different universe..."
He didn't notice he had spoken aloud. Different universe. Dimension. Plane. Brane. And a... hole? Passage? Between them.
He took another drink.
"How do you find our books?"
Chuck didn't do a spit take. He was very proud of that. Spewing out beer onto priceless handmade books would not have been good. Instead, he took the time to swallow, put his beer down, and looked up across the table.
It was the squirrels.
It had been decided to give them free run of the garden and store, but no access to the rest of the ship. Even that free run had been limited somewhat: watch R2 droids had been placed at the access to the upstairs sleeping quarters, and protecting food storage areas. As they claimed they loved nature, one of the grassy patches had been declared their bedroom. Obviously, they were up late.
"What can I do for you ladies?"
"Many things..." The red furred one, Miriam, took a few steps forward. She was... Chuck blinked, making sure he was seeing this right. The slightly smaller black one was in the white slave girl outfit from earlier, the one with the exposed sides he really would like to see Melinda and Rinda wear. Miriam, though, wore a cloak, or maybe you'd call it a robe. She held the front tightly closed. Maybe she was nude under there? Come to seduce him?
Well, half a beer wasn't enough to make that happen.
"You're up late."
Miriam smiled, slowly walking around the table. Her hips swung, furry tail swishing.
"Sarah was mediating, and saw you, Lord, come down from your harem. We saw you were alone, and thought you might need... company."
Coming around the end of the table, she stopped three chairs away from Chuck. Smiling a smile that, well, could be called sexy, or at least could be interpreted as trying to be that, Miriam pulled the cloak open, letting it fall to the ground.
She was wearing a red Clarence Red Devils cheerleader uniform.
That did it. Chair turned to face her, Chuck bent over, laughter pouring out of him. His right hand banged on the table, not quite spilling his beer but shifting a couple of the stacked books.
Miriam froze, horror on her face. Sarah looked on with uncomprehending eyes. Chuck looked up, again seeing this furry squirrel shoved into tight human clothing in no way tailored for her form. He tried to speak, shaking his head through the laughter.
"Oh, God... You thought.... Ha! And some said Americans didn't understand other cultures!"
"But... but..."
"But nothing, my cheerleading friend! I don't have that kink, and frankly I don't think you'll have luck with the others either. We're all newly married men and not that desperate yet." Chuck rose. He hoped the girls were still awake, as they had to hear this. Grabbing his glass (he'd finish it on the way upstairs), he walked towards the hurt, confused, humiliated Miriam. Passing by her, he paused. "Oh, by the way... stay away from Danny. If I hear either of you tried anything with him, you'll be wearing that outfit on the inside."
He left the former produce aisle, walking down the front of the store towards the stairs still chuckling. Cheerleading squirrels... Man, it's a good thing there weren't any furries on the ship.
****
Tammy couldn't keep her eyes off the Malay next to her.
They walked slowly down one of the stone paths through the flowers. The rain, ever present since coming to this world, had stopped. In the sky above, beyond the invisible dome, were stars, and a small, red, crescent moon. It provided a faint red tinge to the scene, competing with small white lights set every ten feet along the path. Nona held Tammy's hand, her blushing face easily more radiant than the moon. Tammy could feel the girl's budding sexuality, confused, exalted, bubbling inside her. Nona moved with a grace she had never seen.
God, she felt like it was HER first date!
Tammy had found her own version of Nona's outfit, just an oversized shirt, barely long enough to be considered decent. Especially with nothing underneath. Nona's blush had intensified on seeing it, but she had just smiled, shyly taking the older girl's hand and leading her downstairs and outside. Tammy had no idea what her beautiful friend had in mind, but she was happy just doing this. It had been so long...
They came to the far corner of the garden. One of the two vans was on a raised mound, almost like a work of art, surrounded by an oval of flowers. On the far side, bushes had been planted in a semi circle, forming with the van a three sided hideaway. Lush grass covered the ground. Nona led them to the center. The grass felt green and alive under Tammy's feet. She gave Nona's hand a squeeze, and waited.
Nona looked up at the sky.
"I've never dated. Tammy. Never. I never wanted to. Nothing to do with my parents, or my faith, or me being shy or non social. I... just never wanted to. I did things with my friends, went out with groups of them, and some guys thought they were paired with me, but... no." Tammy squeezed her hand again, urging her on. "You've made me uncomfortable. Right from the start. I never knew why. I figured, once we all ended up here, well that was it. I had my chance at romance and it was gone. No one here interested me. And, I was OK with that. When... when Danny came, I figured, well, eventually, I'll probably marry him just because, well, who else did each of us have."
She turned, looking Tammy in the eye.
"I love you. I think. I don't know. I haven't explored love. I missed that part of puberty, or maybe it's just hitting now. I want..." She paused, swallowing, eyes wet. Tammy raised her free hand, wiping away the tears.
"What do you want, my little Malay?"
Nona's eyes widened at the name. She trembled.
"I want... oh, Tammy... go slow with me, please... date me. Teach me. Let me... let me grow into my love for you. We have time... Oh, God above, I want to just tear off that stupid shirt and make love to you, but..."
Tammy stepped into her. Leaning down, she silenced her with a kiss. It was soft, mouth closed. Nona whimpered, or maybe she did. Tammy lightly licked Nona's upper lip, and was rewarded with Nona's mouth opening. The world vanished. It was just the two of them, bodies pressed together, separated by two thin cloth barriers.
Heaven.
****
They lay on the grass, looking up at the stars. The lateness of the night was catching up with them, as effective as any chaperone.
"I'm sorry," Nona said, voice already half asleep. "Sorry for how I was when you first told me. That you liked girls. I..."
"Shh... It's OK. I... my fault. You were so beautiful, and I just hoped..."
"...even then?"
"I loved you even then, Nona..."
Turning on her side, Tammy saw Nona's eyes close, smile on her face. Reaching over, she brushed a stray hair from the dark skinned girl's forehead.
"Then, now... and always."