Morning escalation

Morning comes, as it always does, and as usual these days, you’re sandwiched between two beautiful Hybrids. It’s a wonderful feeling, one that you wouldn’t trade for anything. That you love them, and they love you in return, only makes the feeling better. Emi, snuggled against your chest, murmurs softly in her sleep, rubbing her face against you. Behind you, you feel Lili’s soft body pressed against your back, her feathered, winged arm draped over you like a blanket. All three of you are naked, naturally, and it’s like being wrapped in love.

Eventually, though, you do need to get up. Careful not to wake the pair, you slide off the bed. In your absence, they sleepily reach for each other, snuggling together and hugging in their sleep. You smile, watching them for a moment. Any traces of jealousy between them are long gone. For lack of a better word, it feels like you’re a family. A strange, highly sexual family, but still.

You head into the bathroom, going through your morning routine. A shower, a shave, and as you’re brushing your teeth a bleary eyed Emi walks in. Yawning, she steps into the shower, mumbling a good morning.

You chuckle as she turns on the water. “Still tired, Emi?”

You hear her grumble. “Big day. Tired. Hungry.”

You laugh, leaving her to wake up. Lili is likely still asleep. She’s almost always the last one up, but she springs to life full of energy and excitement every day. She really does brighten up the mood, no matter what happens.

You head down the hall, headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast, when you notice something unusual. It looks like a note has been slipped beneath your door. You walk over and pick it up. It looks official, all in neat handwriting with a letterhead indicating it’s from CompanionCorp. Odd that it didn’t come by mail. You read what it says, with growing trepidation.

Mr. Stevens,

It has come to my attention that you are in possession of something that doesn’t belong to you. I won’t ask for its return just yet, but I would have words with you. Meet me at the address below. Today. 2 PM. Bring the cat. Do not try anything, Mr. Stevens. We can settle this amicably, I’m sure.

-J. Marceau, Chief of Research, CompanionCorp

Below that is an address. You sigh, leaning against the wall as you read it again. So much for a happy morning.