Nova 
by davistrell@aol.com

	"Gi' us a chune," said the drunk mechanic.
	"No ship, uh?" chided his pal.
	"Fuckin' spasmo alien, don't know shit."

	It was late, real late and Gaffro had to figure how to get the
earth-youth home. Get him bedecked, shut him up in his cabin, so he
wouldn't regret what he'd said, the next day.
	"Did I tell you how we got three hundred suns from the Pleiades,
glitterin' like jewels in a September sky, when we wuz..."
	"You told me. All your war stories. For some-one so recently out
the academy, you sure seem to have fought too many battles already."
	"Whass this we're drinkin'? Tastes like Tantulus-bat's piss."
	Krarss! He was green; and I don't just mean the color he'd
turned. Earthguys can't drink, and when they do they get loaded, nothing
wrong with that, but they get angry, self righteous and the worse thing is
that if you try to fuck 'em, they'll let you, but in the morning, it'd
be pitiful, they get filled with remorse, and claim their head hurts; and
never wanna see you again.

	Gaffro, an Ethrmo, could trace his roots back at least
thirtyÐthree generations, had risen through the nepotistic chain to
astro-navigator. He knew his stars, knew exactly where Scipio was, the hour
of his birth and in what azimuth it had pertained.
	"Let's get out of here brotro, you'll never get papers if you're
busted; I'll see you home."
	The earthboy, pinkskinned, head shaved, pug-nosed, eyes glazed,
accepted Gaffro's broad shoulder and let himself be shlugged out of the
bar, Vonstantine's, and dragged through the tunnel, to the sled, that
passed by his quarters.
	Slurred, he gave the voice directions, one correction for
mispronunciation. To the 'sailors restplace'; cheap but quotient.

	Near silent, apart from that indefinable whirr, the two sat
together, Gaffro erect, the earthboy near passed out.
	"You have moniker?" queried Gaffro.
	"Turnstile, Leftenant Turnstile, Amro Turnstile...."
	A tired salute, and mute clicking of heels.
	"You from..?"
	"Earth."
	"Big place. Allus wanted to go there. Don't have the chids though,
but one day.."
	"You gotta go. S'beautiful, third jewel from Sol, turn left at
Sirius major...."
	"Seen it in the holo-books, know little bit of the history... hey
Amro.. we're here."
	The youth and the Ethrmo got out, the doors glidded shut, arm
around waist, Gaffro assisted the boy up to the convelescar, which took
them upstairs to the landing, forty cubicles long.
	"Take a hit on this mouth spray, then you won't fuck up the
voice-recognizer."
	"Never done it with a guy with two cocks afore..."
	"It's easy. You'll figure what goes where."

	The chamber slid ope; room for one and a friend.
	"You wanna drink?" said Leftenant Amro as he unzipped the
flapjaket, showing his tanned torso. He seemed to have trouble so Gaffro
helped him, seating the officer, on the bunk. The drinkgiver sputed out a
collegene of Ursclia's chief export.
	"I'll pour."
	He made two drinks, and sat next to the earthguy, and stuck one of
his tongues in the boy's ear.

	"You Erthmos got two of everything, huh?" he said.
	"Must be a reason, part of a divine plan."
	"All I got is one pink fat dick, but got two nipples, two
testicles, two gluts..."
	"One gluthole..."
	"'Fraid so..."
	Gaffro took off his illyricon uniform, a little struggle with his
twin cocks,, as they emerged, writhingly.
	"One for procreation, one for urination... you guys don't get it
mixed up, like us earthies..."
	"There's two kinds of Erthmos..."
	"You gotta help me, which one do I suck?"
	"You choose..."
	"The big one."
	
	I suppose this happens all over, two lonely guys, get together,
touch bodies, rub appropriate extremities, one comes and the other fails to
get off, and in the lonely universe feels even more alone.
	Bad enough, in his condition, Amro wouldn't even remember.

	But tonight, as the stimulants wore off, and he seemed covered with
alien appendages. This night would fail to get forgotten.

	In Gaffro's case, this was first earthman that he's subterraneaned,
the earthass, just like everyone said. Tight but pleasing. Gaffro's cox#1
penetrated the earthman, cox#2 was held hard in the Leftenant's fist, was
jerked fervishly, in time to the hip-shoves that Gaffro made, penetrating
deep in the boy's gluthole with cox#1.
 A simple pattern.
	Like Gaffro said, Amro would figure it out. What went where and
suchlike.

	"Not so hard..." pleaded Amro and tried to dictate the pace, by
pulling more slowly, till Gaffro mirrored the movements, that Amro
corroborated. He pushed all the way in, till his testicles plural, slapped
against the white upturned ass. As one tongue licked the left
shoulderblade, and the other tongue wedged itself in a salty armpit, Amro
groaned as he felt the bell-tip pressure inside him, stealthily reaching
forward, sponged rubber, rubbing his insides, with a rich liquid feel as he
clamped his two gluts together, rode the lengthy pillar, that rocked back
and forth, in a harmonious rhythm, that triggered pleasure centers, as he
felt the twin tongues move and trace the alien spittle down the valley of
his back. Two strong arms held him round the middle, the hands spread out,
one holding his belly, the other supporting his chest.The other set of
arms, pre-occupied.
	"Now harder..." Amro implored and gritted his teeth.

	"You need a berth?" said Gaffro, the sex over.
	"What me, sail with Erthmos?"
	"You predjudiced?"
	"Nah, I like 'em."

	"Well is he any good?" asks Gaffro's commander. This is in the
berthing room where Erthmos can be casual. Informed that Amro is
sufficiently qualified, experienced, obliging. The commander asks the
unpolitically-correct question.
	"They mix sex up with .... emissions of bodily wastes..."
	The commander, obviously embarrassed. But being reasurred of Amro's
superlative astro navigational skills, knowing full well the commander kept
a total holo-book on earthmen buttocks, famous in the universe, for
geometrical perfection, took Gaffro's word: let the unknown factor become
part of the crew.

	Enough exposition. Let's agree that the Silent Star, sailed forth,
to go where too many people had gone before, and walked, spaceship wise
into a universal geo-polititical situation.

	As a politician said, they'res them that we hate, and those that we
love, keep 'em separated, but give voton torpedoes to the one's on our
side. A perfect balance. One side's credo is wrong, and so is the others',
but taken on balance our government in its infinite wisdom has preferred to
side with the pirates as opposed to the teachers. There's a logic here, a
history to back it up. The Corps is my life, and if I'm called on to die,
I'll do it and not ask the enemy to take the bullet back.

	Amro has his berth, works well, does astro stuff, better than the
others of equal rank. He and Gaffro, three stations down, get along like a
asteroid on fire. Mi bunk, su bunk, to paraphrase a galaxy-wide saying. The
quarters not huge, even though Gaffro has rank to get bigger, but with Amro
included, it was just the right size.
	The Earthboy slept between Gaffro, tender in the night, till
wakened, aroused, used Amro's earthplace, with vigour, determination, and
Amro was satisfied twice each night. Then doubly done again, before
brekthirst.

	"Into the Versim quadrant sir," calls out Amro on the commicon.
	"Good work, earthscout, we made it parsecs faster," said the
commander, Kreylix, and he raised one of his hands in thanks. Usually this
is considered innapropriate between commander and subaltern, but when the
earthbutt, looked as earnest as that, Kreylix's tongue ran over the roof of
his mouth, while the other, wiped the base of his chin. He solemnly barked
the next order.
	"Gaffro, Armo Turnstile, transubstiate to the holo-ship. Immediate
departure. And Krarss' luck be with you both."

	They never fixed the bugs in the Holo-ship's design flaw. The ship
was, to all intents and purposes, invisible, well not surface mapped, but
they never did figure how to make the last hackedÐon parts, and of
course the passengers inside totally unscreened.

	So what was supposed to be an invisible, was partially, plain in
view. It did though, aqualesce when a mote of space debris struck the
sides, and the ship was revealed, in its jewel facets, an elegant
crystalline elongation, twinkling in a spume-colored inky sky.
	
	"You got the Moxxon vessel?"
	"In my voton sight."
	"Kill it...." ordered Amro.


	Aboard the Danaib, the captain, Halberd Skrote, had all, at
alert. Through, Green, Amber, and now Carmine.
	"Now..."

	The vacuum around the holo-ship melded.

	Kreylix looked and saw the ship explode in a maelstrom of light.
	"Two noble soldiers. Two crewmen. I will remember them."
	His barkantine whooshed away to safety. For a new strategy.

	Aboard the Trafalquar, the Moxxon ship, Halberd Skrote, captain,
approached the two prisoners. His long thick rodent tail, a train, coiling
behind. The ribbed eyes, studied the two, under the sedation of their
conscious, caused by the transubstiation paradigm; they'd wake anon. They
would wait there in the stasis-cell. Until Halberd Skrote pondered on what
he was about to do. He had no choice.
	 
	Amro woke first. Around him a Syllagean paradise. Pale organdy
foetal flowers, in a clearing, the broad-leaves mixing with vegetable
cannibal predators. Long strands of tree branch moss, with decorating
multi-hued fungi, epileptic ferns, and the ground crushed with powdered
insect shells, their decaying soft-body tissue, pleasantly squelching,
under his legs as he shook the sleeping Gaffro.

	One cock awoke and glided, into Amro's palm, turning to grip the
hardening increase in lengthening volume. One sleepy eyelid raised, looking
into Amro's dishevelled face, Gaffro yawned and stretched, dozing as Amro
placidly stroked along the entire length, while cox#2, too, awoke, and Amro
took both into hand. He pulled both together, pressed their sponge-heads
together, took both into his mouth, stretching wide to greet his morning
visitor. The usual start to the day.
	This fellating activity could till go on til midmorning, as Amro,
had begun to think, that Gaffro preferred this to actual penetration.
	Later, they would re-build the lean-to, blown over by the Vestral
winds that fell in the night. Rebuild.
	A child-of-the air plant floated in, into the small refuge they'd
been driven to. Gaffro his eyes half-lidded, as he gazed at the two
heavy-bellied aphids, as they sucked the milk from each others
breasts. Amro had turned rear-ward, with cox#1 only, in his mouth now,
slurping long, and alternating with the other, as he could only use his
head was one-cock-at-a-time.
	Gaffro placed, a hand, the third, on Amro's back and let his hand
rove down till one soft claw, parted the buttock-muscle cushions, and
slipped the digit in Amro's glut-hole. Amro was surprised and nearly
exploded cox#1's cumshot and expel it through his nostrils. He had to let
go, let the mercury-silver emission dribble over his chest, trickle down
his waist, till, he felt his cockhairs tingle as he leakage puddled round
his balls.

	They would rebuild. Explore further. What lay beyond the marble
veined mountain, to the east? The cobalt sun, that went down behind at
sunset, darkened all, just the sound of the hissing land-fish, and the
snarls of the vinegary-moths remaining. It was easy to catch the pig-like
animals while they slept, in the pupae stage, delicious, browned by fire,
acceptable both to Gaffro's and Amro's species. They dined on meat-orchid
and moth, but not the hissing kind as Gaffro surmised, might be
poisonous. Life was hard. But fulfilling. A day's catch of frilled lizard,
caught stealthily, providing nourishment and, with innards gutted, sewn
together with wireworms, provided canvas for the lean-to. They would build
bigger, with time, but had proven hard to find anything that had the
correct rigidity and hardness required.

	"Give me all of it, the entire thing.." hoarsely groaned as cox#2
slipped into Amro's stretching rectum.
	One tongue licked Amro's shoulder-blades trying to burst through
his back, the other tongue extended and pushing between Amro's sucking
lips. Gaffro bent his thighs, the ones in front, and the thighs behind, to
drive in, as Gaffro's unused cock, found employment by wrapping round
Amro's phallus, coiled, and jerked on Amro's full boiled cock.
	Amro always came first, spewing into the ground, his ejaculation,
white and sperm-filled. Then Gaffro knew that the Earth-youth could take no
more so emitted a shooting blast into Amro's bowels, controlled, as it was,
as Gaffro's cum-blasts could be fatal to Earth-folk. He let himself linger
in, till Amro's requirement of male semen had been taken in, then allowed
to slowly dribble out when Gaffro withdrew. Amro rolled on his back,
folding his legs to his chest, making a vee of thighs, till he was half-man
in size, folded almost in a ball, ready for cox#1, to fuck him again.
	
	Over, Amro glowed as he lay between Gaffro.
	They stayed like that till the cobalt sun was high, when everywhere
was coolest. Time for the hunt.
	"Would you mind if we just stayed here."
	"What, not hunt? Why ever not....?"

	Gaffro said simply. "I am with child."
	Amro looked into all of Gaffro's eyes, kissed him full on both
mouths, and cradled the nest of testicles, with the two cooing coxes, ready
to play again. He dipped his hand in his own wetty stickiness, drying on
Gaffro's main belly.
	"We will procreate, fill this planet, with our kind, a fusion, an
new interspecie." said Amro. With pride.
	Gamro was marsupial.


	"Their minds are profiled."
	"Permanently linked to the holo-dream?"
	"Conjoined."
	"Very well," said Halbert Skrote. "Remove the hides. The golden one
will make an excellent bed-spread..."

	"The pale skin?"
	"A welcome-mat...," Skrote said, flirting unashamedly with the
Skinner.