Family Petplay

Regardless of whether they were a human or a xenos, when someone heard the sound of bells and bracelets echoing through the hallway, it meant that the captain's teenage xeno-wife was coming through and that one should get out of the way and enjoy the sight of that beautiful, nearly human girl back spring and hand walk her way through the Seed's elaborate corridors.

Being the flagship of a senior member of House Fujiwara, Seed Of Truth had been upgraded with elaborate cornice work along all of the main hallways where the ceiling met the LED walls. The humans and xenos who crewed the mighty vessel always had something new and interesting to look at as they went about their duties.

Jangles had wished that she could have taken the teleportal for this errand rather than taking the long way through the corridors from one step disc to another. If her real Master had given her this stupid errand, he would have given her authorization to just zip right down to the stinky male's room and get this over with. But Ms. Reagan was only a guest, she did not have any real authority, so Jangles had had to go from one hallway to another, having to navigate through the crowds that collected at the step-disc terminals, until she found her way into the stark industrial ceramite and rockcrete underbelly where the male xenos were housed.

Jangles crinkled her nose and tried her best not to vomit at the smell of male xenos. The xeno-wife tried her best not to touch anything as she ceased her twirling and stiffly walked through the hot, dank, industrial corridors until she found the plasteel hatch that she was looking for.

stacked six high, the Ligreons male's were allocated a cubby hole to sleep in and keep any personal belongings. For more than a few of the brutish xenos that had little to no humanizing features encoded into them, that meant Dranza. Jangles did her best to ignore the fur-covered xenos rutting with the small lizard girls.
"I nevva scene a cat what looked so humanisd." A scarred up rat-faced Ligreon man said to a trio of his companions as Jangles walked past. The pack licked their lips and grabbed their cocks as they stared at the bejeweled pet with unadulterated lust and envy. The nineteen year old girl screamed and ran down the hallway as fast as she could.

Jangles found her father arm wrestling with a Ligreon with jet black fur. The two men's muscles bulged with effort. They stared at one another with intensity. The onlooking crowd looked excited except for a Dranza that looked as if her fate was in the balance of the display of machismo between a pair of collarless thralls.

"Father." Jangles said. The distraction almost made the orange and blacked striped man lose, but at the last second, Jangles's father recovered his momentum. The man looked at his beautiful daughter and found an extra bit of strength to slam the Ligreon panther's hand into the spike. The loser cried out in pain as the winner rose in triumph to the cheers of the barracks.
"Great job Buck." One of the spectators said.
"Yeah! Always bet on Buck!" another cried out as ration slips changed hands.

"What brings my lovely angel down here?" Buck asked his daughter.
"I have been sent to fetch you." Jangles said coldly. "You have been summoned to The Master's presence." She said.
If the father detected his daughter's hard attitude, he ignored it. "Well then it is an extra extra extra special day." He said. "I win a new Dranza, I get a visit from my beautiful daughter, and I get to look upon the one to whom I belong. This day could not get better." Buck grabbed the Ligreon girl by her long neck and picked her up. The Tiger man **** his tongue down the lizard girl's throat before tossing her to a fat one eyed man with white fur that seemed to be missing in spots. "Look after her until I get back." Buck said before he followed his daughter smiling as he thought about the opportunity to see Tigra.

***

"I sent her on a little errand." Reagan said as she stepped into the den. Her face partially concealed by the fluttering of an olde style fan, James smiled as his girlfriend approached him. Turning away from Tigra, James picked the human woman up in his arms and kissed his beloved.

With more and more people embracing transhumanist social movements like The Caplanists, The Gaiagnosians, and the Adamanors. Conventional relationships between human men and women have become almost the exception as opposed to the rule.
Reagan had experimented with Gaiagnosism for awhile and still had all the gene mods, she had found the whole experience unfulfilling. Meeting James had made the xeno-sculptor realize that no amount of xeno cock was going to substitute for having a real man in her life.
James cared dearly for Tigra and Jangles, he would not have married the woman and her daughter if he did not want to make sure that they were protected from the casual cruelty and ubiquitous **** xenos are expected to suffer for their sins against mankind. Yet, for all that, they could not give him what Reagan offered with her warm arms and soft lips. The feeling that someone thought he was special. The comfort that came from knowing that someone as wonderful as Reagan Cooper would choose to share her life with him. No amount of shackles could buy that feeling and James would not trade it for a million Kalari concubines.

Tigra felt James slip from her arms as he embraced his human lover. The xeno watched silently as her Master kissed the woman as he held her in his arms. "I trust you had a pleasant afternoon?" James asked.
Reagan grinned and changed the LED display of her fan to show a gene-forge schematics for genetic modules. "I think that the Schran-bois in the holding pens are going to discover some new recreational activities soon. It will certainly help rebuild their population after the culling the marines inflicted on them."

"They should have surrendered quicker or fought harder." James said. "Does this mean that you finished your customized Mammergo upgrade?" James inquired.
"I was hoping that you would ask." Reagan said. Taking James by the arm, the bio-artist led her ship's captain to the kitchen where a Ligreon with six swollen breasts lay strapped to a table. The Xeno's fat tits were dripping with milky fluid. Each set of mammaries overflowing with a beverage of a different color. In addition to the traditional white milk, this xeno-cow lactated a green milk as well as a blue milk. "Green for a stimulating pick up, white will take you on a trip to the spirit world, and blue will make all your pain float away so you can just nod off." The xeno moaned as Reagan pinched one of the nipples until it started squirting. "I cannot wait to gene-forge a couple for tomorrow's supplication!" Reagan squealed with delight. "I cannot believe our luck. Less than two weeks in the uncharted regions and already we are taking submissions. Do you think that they will have any xenos not in The Logs?" Reagan asked.
"Syd and Big-Tits certainly think so." James said.
Reagan squealed and hugged her lover's neck. "OhMyGods! I am going to get to humanize an uncatalogued xenos! I am so happy you offered to let me come with you on this voyage." Reagan said, smiling at her captain.
"I am so happy that you said yes." He said kissing Reagan as his xeno-wife watched looking on with an antsy expression. "I cannot imagine going out into The Great Unknown without you by my side." James said.
"Ohhhh." Reagan blushed and began to kiss James with a steamy aggression. "Come on then love. Do not leave a girl in suspense." Reagan's ringed fingers started to gently caress the bound xeno-cow. The Ligreon had been made extremely sensitive as a result of her gene-forging. The alien **** girl could not help but squirm and writhe at the gentle touch of the human who had crafted her image. "Tell me how my milk tastes."

James suckled on green milk with greedy abandon. He felt his cells tingle with electricity as he enjoyed the distinct flavor that reminded him of a citrus fruit with a touch of, was that pine and vanilla? Whatever molecuralculinary wonders Reagan had done, it was delicious and gave James the feeling like he could conquer the whole damned galaxy in Holy Terra's name.

As James got high on green alien milk. Reagan turned to Tigra and grinned. "Tigra sweetie. Come here." Reagan beckoned the xeno forward with a single finger. "Have you done your daily Holy Is Mans and Forgive Me Masters for the day?" The human girl asked the older xeno woman.

"Ummm...No, Mistress. I..."Tigra stopped herself from confessing that she had not performed her daily prayers for almost a month. Not since they had left Neosaka. "I was waiting for my Master to return, to perform my prayers in his presence, for his glory."

"That is so thoughtful of you." Reagan said as she caressed the **** woman's ears and hair. Tigra's tail moved nervously. "But he is busy now, you can perform your prayers for me. Let's see three sets, then I will let you worship my body." Reagan said.

"As you command. Mistress." Tigra said.

***

Jangles and Buck came walking in to find Tigra on her knees with her face buried in Reagan's pussy. They moaning sobs of the xeno-cow and the sucking sound of James with his face buried in alien titties. Reagan, sitting with her legs spread wide and her dress open to expose her navel piercing and belly chain, was the first to notice the teenage xeno-wife's return. "Sweetie. Look what the cat dragged in." Reagan said.

James looked up, green and white milk smeared upon his chin, and smiled with a euphoric expression. "There is my Jangle-belle." James said.

Jangles squealed with delight and leapt into her owner's arms. "Oh. I am so happy to see you, Master." She said giving him a big hug and kiss. "Snowball, Tabila, Miirbana, and I invented a new dance for you. I cannot wait to show you."
"That sounds great, sweetheart." James said putting the nubile xeno girl down. "But that will have to wait. I have some big news." James said.
"I know that you are accepting supplicants tomorrow, Master. Everyone does." Jangles said.
"Not that news. Much more important news than that." James said.
"What is it, Master?" Jangles asked.

James looked over at Buck and saw the way that he was looking at Tigra. "Tigra dear. Greet our guest." The female Ligreon with orange and black stripes rose to her feet. Tigra wiped her mouth off with her arm turned to face the father of most of her children.
"Salutations and greetings on behalf of the one who owns me." Tigra said performing a curtsy.
"Be at ease." James said. Tigra and Buck ran to embrace one another. The two xenos breathing in the other's scent like an addict in withdrawl. The two Ligreon lovers looked longingly into one another's eyes. Both wished so much to kiss the other, but both were restrained by the knowledge that that particular display of affection would displease their Master.
"It is good that you are here Buck. They treating you alright down in the holds?" James asked.
"Oh yessir Master. The food down there is real good and the Dranza you send down to play wit is much appreciated it is." Buck said using the formal cadence and intonation a male xeno was expected to take when addressing one of The Master Race.
"That is good to hear. I suppose I ought to thank you and congratulate you." James said offering his hand to the xeno.
Buck looked at the hand in shock and awe. For a common xeno drudge like Buck, a collarless Ligreon who had to fight his way from the blood pits to the shock marines, the offer to shake a human's hand was something he had only experienced on the rarest of occasions. Buck felt his chest swelling with pride. The xeno man's heart pounded in his chest as he clasped the hand of Man. "For what. My Most Exalted Master?"

James chuckled. "Because." James ran his hand over Jangles's smoothe, toned, very human belly. "You are about to become a grand father."

"She's pregnant!?!" Tigra exclaimed.

Buck stared at his teenage daughter entangled in the hands of the human that owned them. He stood dumbstruck as James violently pulled Tigra into his arms.

"You both are." James said before kissing his older xeno-wife. James broke his kiss the **** woman to his left only to kiss her teenage daughter to his right. Reagan watched James kissing the mother and daughter back and forth. The human woman proud of the power her man had to command and control the aliens it was their duty to enslave.