Black and Blue

The following morning, Dustin awoke to the rather disconcerting sight of Defia and Bleu standing over him, the two women clearly waiting for him to rise. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sat up - and was immediately handed a mug of mocha by the waiting Fractal.

“Alright, this is new… What can I do for you two?” he asked after the caffeine had done it’s job of shifting his lingering sleepiness.

For a moment, neither spoke, each clearly looking for the other woman to make the first move. At last, Bleu gave an exasperated huff and explained. “Defia and I have been talking a lot; we’ve been spending more time together these past weeks ever since the strange jump to Earth as you know, and it’s given us a chance to discuss a whole range of things.” Pausing, she gave the rogue Fractal some serious side-eye as if hoping she could convince her to join in the explanation by sheer force of stare.

When no assistance was forthcoming, Bleu continued. “In short, there is something we would like to experiment with, and with which we require your assistance and umm… discretion. We’ll explain more later, but for now you should know it is something we realized we had a mutual interest in, neither one of us has put the other up to it. Oh, and we’ve arranged with Meli to take our date nights together in a day’s time while we’re on our next weave jump.”

Dustin shrugged. “Okay. I’m happy to help with mysterious discretionary experiments with the two of you, but why the waiting around for me to wake up to ask me?”

Finally, Defia spoke. “Statement. That was my idea. Addendum. We have an additional request. For the purposes of the date night in question, we would like to utilize your bunk room. Neither mine nor Bleu’s is adequate for our plans.”

That caused some very quick mental calculations on Dustin’s part. “Alright… it’ll be more of a squeeze than in here, but if that’s what you both want I can do that. Let me just get dressed, then I’ll message Jaisyl and let her know my bunk will be off limits for the next few days. Honestly, I swear she’s trying to have as many first times with all of you in there as I’ve had.”

With Dustin having agreed to whatever they were plotting, the two women left him alone to finish getting dressed and progress with his work for the day. There was just so much to do; every time they left the weave in the series of short hops they were taking to escape Durathisian territory he made sure he was on the bridge in case they jumped directly into an enemy fleet. As soon as it was clear that wasn’t the case he would hand over to whichever of his lovers was present before sprinting for the ambassadorial suite to continue communications with EarthGov.

The general consensus he got from speaking to Axworth was that he’d done well in his negotiations with the Tylaxians. Getting them to not only agree to flip sides but also to provide what would be an essential rest stop for the varied warfleets that were even now defending against Durathisian ships probing into new council territory was a major coup, even if the Tylaxians themselves had been the ones largely engineering it.

Star Command, meanwhile, were far more interested in the material Defia had brought back from the lab. Dustin had debated requesting the right to hold some back for study, but opted against it. Far better that the samples his Fractal lover was even now generating were just not mentioned - the odds were Star Command would want them eventually, but their orders currently were to just hand over any research data and the samples from the lab. Sure, the spirit of the orders said he should also turn over the new material Defia had grown but… the actual wording didn’t.

While he busied himself with that, he wasn’t so focused as to not notice the giggles and arch glances from other members of his relationship. It seemed that while they might not have told him what they were planning, Bleu and Defia had either shared it with all the other women… or at least had told one woman who’d then not been able to resist spreading the gossip around. It was harmless however, so he just smiled and focused on his work - although he was getting increasingly curious as to what it was exactly that his lovers had got planned.

The following day passed in much the same way - weave flight, bursts of communication with officials back at the new council headquarters, followed by Sola jumping out once again and Dustin letting himself relax somewhat. In those quiet moments, he walked the halls of his ship, checking in on his crew or just enjoying the peace and quiet after how frenetic the past weeks had been. Meals were disjointed by his desire to be on the bridge, but he did manage to ensure lunch at least was held in the nursery so that if nothing else his offspring would get to see him.

On the subject of offspring, Emely was increasingly becoming the focus of everyone’s attention. As her due date neared, the Feliax woman had retreated further into her nest, becoming quite terse with anyone other than Dustin (or begrudgingly, Bleu) getting too near to her space. She’d actually sent out a rather apologetic message via tablet earlier that day after Naera had offered to bring her breakfast into the nest and had gotten a string of hissing noises in response.

The submissive’s hormones were, in her words, “worse than anyone told me they would be and I am blaming Sir entirely!” Dustin found it rather unfair, but equally given her state he was happy to take the brunt of the blame. For all he knew, it could actually be some combination of Human and Feliax DNA that was causing her mood to turn so hostile, no matter how much Bleu argued otherwise.

Emely was clearly frustrated by the entire thing, and the others had all taken the time to write thoughtful replies; everyone agreed that it was probably a better idea to communicate via tablet than in person, at least for any kind of lengthy conversation in the remaining time before the arrival of the redhead’s offspring.

Temperamental submissive fox girls aside, the day was largely calm. Dinner was a light affair, Naera having responded to Emely’s touchiness by producing a picnic of sorts for them all to eat sitting on the mattress of the bedchamber so the Feliax’s nest wouldn’t need to be moved. A muttered “thank you” that sounded as if it was coming from a half-full mouth emerged from the blankets after Bleu had risked poking her torso inside along with a bowl they’d made up of the choicest morsels for the redhead, indicating the Caenii’s hard work had been worth it.

Dustin smiled as he looked around at the assembled group. It was the little things like this that showed how much everyone in his relationship cared for everyone else, and it did his heart good to see it. As he mused on that, the giggles started again. Looking up from his plate, he realised that Defia and Bleu had finished their meal and stood up, the two women now looking at him rather expectantly.

Bleu closed the door behind them as she entered Dustin’s bunk room, Defia already leaning against his desk with her eyes glowing. “Alright… what’s the surprise then ladies?” Dustin asked as he perched on the edge of the bed, leaving the two women the most room he could to move around in.

The medic walked over to stand next to Defia, the two women exchanging a glance before turning to face Dustin and smiling. “Like we said before, this is something we both want,” Bleu began, then added “of course, if you don’t want to continue once we… demonstrate, then that’s fine.”

Dustin shrugged. He couldn’t think of anything the two women might want to get up to together that he wouldn’t want to join in with if they were actively asking him. When he said as much, the Fractal giggled, causing both him and Bleu to stare at her. “Statement. You have clearly not considered everything that two women with adjustable bodies could do. Addendum. I do not think you will dislike this, physically at least.” Then, she reached out and took Bleu’s hand.