A henhouse visits a vixen

Emely stretched, before sinking back into the soft mattress of her bed. It was thankfully very rare for her to sleep alone; almost every night since the first she’d spent on-board had ended with her curled up with either her sir or one of his other women. Tonight was different however, and with good reason. Sir was busy working with Treacle on the Fractal that had caused so much consternation; Emely had seen the form the woman had opted to take after her resurrection and was unsure if she approved or not.

“Defia’s still one of those monsters that destroyed the Yuran. But… Meli’s analysis of the lunar debris corroborates her account of how long ago she was stranded. And she’s made up of the bits of her species that didn’t want to kill everything they encountered. Ugh, this is so messed up.” The redhead kicked her heels against the edge of her bed for a moment before shuffling upright, her knees tucked in under her chin.

Her issue was a simple enough one; Dustin had asked all the senior staff to take some time individually to reach their own decisions about what to do with Defia; it would be simplest to just stick her on a ship bound for a Velca research lab in order to study what made their foes tick, but Emely was pretty sure that wouldn’t make her sir happy. So here she now was, sleeping alone in order to try and figure out her thoughts regarding the red-eyed newcomer.

“She’s willing to communicate and help. Eager, even.” Emely mused, drumming her hands on her calves as she did so. “And she remodelled herself to be nicer for sir to look at. Heh, she certainly managed that. So those are both good points, but then she’s also a robot monster from the ancient past made up of sentient grey goo. Well, black, gold and silver goo, but whatever.” The fox girl grinned to herself as her thoughts jumped wildly from point to point. “Her smile’s really pretty with all those sharp teeth. Oh, but the others don’t think so; dunno why. Nae-nae can’t even go and see Defia yet, so who knows what’ll happen there.”

The Feliax woman bit one of her nails irritably. “Okay, focus Emely. What do I want. What do I want? Sir, obviously. And if sir’s busy… Meli, Rye or one of the others. Preferably more than one of the others, so I don’t have to make any decisions. Trea’k’s really good for that. Gah, this isn’t focussing!” She slapped her cheeks and rose, covers dropping from her naked form as she stalked irritably over to the automat for a drink. Staring at the mirror she’d mounted next to it, she considered her body for a moment.

“I’m glad sir likes me. And the ladies too; I never thought I’d end up in a pride with this much love.” Sipping her drink, a familiar fox-like grin spread across her face. “And this much… love. Fuck, I know why I can’t think. I should have begged sir to let me help him out or something to get rid of the horny before I left to go to bed.” Setting the drink down, she pondered her options at that point; she did have a few toys that she’d mostly stolen from Rye’s “I’ll make this even better at some point” pile the last time the blonde and her had been playing together in the bunny girl’s quarters, but she wasn’t sure if that’d scratch the itch. As she was trying to work out what to do, her door chimed. Grimacing at the need to be sociable when what she really wanted to do was get dicked down by Dustin, or at least handsy with herself, Emely crossed to the panel by the door and tapped the communicator. “Who’s there?”

On the far side of the door, there was the sound of muffled conversation before Rye’s voice whispered “Emmz, open the door and let us in.” Blinking, Emely grabbed a blanket off her bed and opened the door. As soon as it opened, two women pushed past her carrying a box between them, followed by a third who looked a little more concerned about the whole situation. Emely smiled, hoping it came across as helpful rather than her actual mood which was barely constrained irritation at being prevented from getting comfortable with her fingers, and asked “Rye, Bleu, Naera - what can I do for you all?”

Rye ignored her, popping the top off the box and beginning to rummage through it. As she did so, the bunny girl called over her shoulder to the others. “Nae-nae, Emmz pinched my camping stove the other day. I bet it’s under her bed. Emmz, dig it out would ya? Naera promised us post party snacks, and she can’t do that without cooking equipment, unless ya like your marshmallows untoasted. Bubbles, why the fuck did ya pack the bedding under the hardware? Gotta set that up so that we can crash out afterwards.”

Emely’s mouth opened and closed as her lovers upended her bedroom. Naera retrieved the cooking stove - which Emely had been meaning to return - and had somehow cleared the desk into neat piles without any apparent effort at the same time. Already, pans and a chopping board had materialized seemingly from nowhere and the plant woman was busy preparing what smelled suspiciously like one of her post-orgy treats to the suddenly intrigued Feliax woman.

As Emely debated offering to help, a sensation on her inner thigh made her jump. Bleu winked at her from where she was busily not helping Rye to unpack whatever it was the bunny girl was grumbling about, and withdrew the tendril of slime from under the blanket Emely had wrapped around her. Emely sighed and went to sit back on her bed. This had all the indications of being one of Rye’s great ideas, which when they didn’t involve genius engineering wizardry ended up in one of two ways. Either she’d be dealing with the aftermath of a party in the morning, or dealing with explaining to Meli how exactly they had caused chaos this time. She didn’t mind either way, but it would be nice to be consulted first at least. If nothing else, she’d have made sure they had drinks on hand.

At that precise moment, Naera handed her something in a glass that smelled of fruit and had a little umbrella balanced on the edge. “The umbrella’s made of edible paper and biscuit, so you can eat it if you want. Don’t drink too fast though, you’ll want to hear Rye’s explanation before we really get into things.” The Caenii advised, before bustling back to whatever she was currently doing that involved… Emely sniffed, her senses tuned right up and grinned to herself. If Naera was working with Feliax spices, that meant she was probably planning on making those little sticky cakes that were the perfect bedtime snack asides from making your fur clump together until you washed it clean.

There was another reason for the smile that spread across the Feliax woman’s face as Rye finished retrieving some kind of machine from the box, set it down, and started tossing blankets and pillows in all directions. Alongside the pungent smells of Feliax dustroot and amberpowder, Emely could make out the distinct scent of arousal coming from both Rye and Naera. Given what Bleu had already done, it seemed like this might be a very fun night.

Rye finished setting everything up to her satisfaction a short time later; by that point Emely had half-finished the drink she’d been given, and was wondering about asking Naera for another before the Rabyth woman sat down cross-legged and patted the space in front of her. Emely moved rapidly, sinking down and resting her head on the other woman’s lap before either Bleu or Naera could move. That earned a gentle chuckle from the doctor, who simply dissolved her own legs, dropping down to sit nearby before reforming them. The plant girl then set a few bowls of, yes, the sticky cakes down on the floor near to the gathered women, retrieved her own drink from by her makeshift stove and curled up with her back resting against the edge of Emely’s bed.

“So, are you going to tell Emely why we’re ignoring the captain’s orders or shall I?” Bleu said with a sardonic grin. Rye gestured for the medic to explain, her cheeks already stuffed with cakes and her free hand feeding one into Emely’s waiting mouth. With a friendly eye-roll, Bleu gestured around at the chaos that had already been done to Emely’s room. “Basically, we all got told to think separately about the nanite woman with the… how did you put it earlier Rye? Oh, I remember. The woman with the ass you could balance a welding torch on, that one. And some of us tried, some of us struggled with it…” and here the slime woman’s eyes flickered to Naera and paused.

The plant girl waved the concern away and gave a hesitant explanation of her own. “I’ll be fine. I just can’t make any opinions until I’ve met… her. And I can’t handle that yet. I’ll give the captain an answer before it becomes an issue.” Bleu nodded, before taking up the topic of their arrival once more. “Anyway, Rye and I were sitting in our own rooms thinking, and what we were mostly thinking was that we were bored out of our brains and far hornier than we expected. I have a theory about that by the way, but unlike a certain engineer I know when is and isn’t an appropriate time to talk shop.”

Rye stuck out her tongue, before loading yet another piece of cake into both her and Emely’s mouths. “So, with that in mind, horny and bored, Rye decided to message me. I suggested we could ‘check in on Naera’. Then when we visited our chef, she said that she was worried that you’d struggle with being alone, and we all came to the conclusion that none of us will make any good decisions if our thoughts are being overridden by our sex drives. So then Rye and I grabbed some things and we decided to have a sleepover with you. On which note, I am not going to authorize any stimulant use tomorrow Rye, so we do need to make sure we sleep eventually. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, we invited Sammie but she said she had a flight drill tomorrow so wanted to stay sharp, and didn’t invite the others because I said that they’d say we had to follow Dustin’s orders about this which is stupid.”