The Massage (Part 1)

Sola hummed onward through the weave. After consideration, the orders from EarthGov had been clear - the crew of the Solar Ascent were to find the edge of the Fractal domain before they made any attempts to make contact with any worlds inside it. Defia’s analysis of the data suggested they’d find a dead zone before they reached any systems with connections to the cluster; worlds scoured of all life. Once they hit that, things would get increasingly more dangerous, and so it was with some trepidation that they took every new weave jump.

Two weeks on from the sand world, and they were no closer to dead space. There hadn’t been any sentient life, true, but there was life in the oceans, jungles and plains of many of the worlds they’d passed by. During their journey, Dustin and Rye had handled some of the less physical aspects of their pairing - she had by this point dragged almost every one of their lovers into taking some role or another. He’d asked her about that, and she’d replied that she was taking what he said about them being family to heart - some of the roles were optional extras that close friends and family could fill.

The bunny girl had also been busy building… something, Dustin wasn’t entirely sure what, in one of the store-rooms. It was all very hush-hush which with Rye might mean a doomsday weapon or it might mean something intended for sexy fun times. Meli didn’t seem concerned about it, and neither did Bleu, so he was letting the Rabyth get on with whatever it was for the time being.

With the usual alerts Sola dropped back into normal space. Sammie pushed the pilot controls away from her a moment later and scrambled out of her seat as Meli gave the all clear from the sensors. Glancing to one of the bridge-crew nearby, Sammie spoke. “You take over, ensign. We’ve got an eight hour straight shot across this system, Sola can handle it on her own but if you want to get some practice in do so. Don’t dent my ship.” The dark skinned woman gave the startled junior officer a nod before turning to Dustin and, seeing his expression, smiling. “What is it, Captain?”

Dustin raised an eyebrow in response. “Your ship?” he said, before offering the pilot his arm as they left the bridge. “It’s a good job you’re a great pilot or I’d have to have words about you thinking this is your ship.” He added jokingly; the pair chatted idly as they made their way down towards the ready room - and hopefully a plate full of Naera’s latest biscuit invention. As the door opened, Sammie pushed ahead of him, dramatically addressing the other women gathered with the back of one hand pressed to her forehead.

“The captain tells me I am in terrible trouble for daring to say that this is my ship when I’m the one dragging us along uncharted routes! Thankfully, I am getting away with it as I am fucking a superior officer, but for how long? What dire punishment should I suffer?” She said, before turning and winking at Dustin. Instantly regretting the choice he’d made on their last date night to watch a musical with her, and half expecting his pilot to break into song and dance, he moved quickly to cup her face in his hands.

Kissing her was then the next logical step, to a whoop from Emely and a snort from Bleu; the pair had been engrossed in a board game when Dustin and Sammie had arrived, and rapidly returned their focus to moving tiny wooden pieces around. Meli had followed Dustin from the bridge and now stepped into the room behind him, before prizing his hands free, sneaking her head in under one of his arms to give both humans a kiss of her own.

Letting his wife tug Sammie away from him a moment later, Dustin tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Massage.” He said, causing the two women to pause and turn back to look at him. “What?” Sammie asked, at which Dustin explained. “Massage. For thinking this is my ship after spending hours flying us here there and everywhere. You deserve a massage as punishment.”

The pilot twisted one of her braids around her finger before replying. “Is this one of those ‘full body’ massage scenarios where it’s just code for me getting your dick Dustin? ‘Cos yea, I could go for one of those but maybe not right now where my ass is numb from sitting in the pilot’s seat all day?”

Dustin shook his head, already walking to the automat. “No, I mean a proper massage. I’ll get some oil and some incense, I practiced a bunch for one of the pairing things I did with Rye, remember? Might as well put those skills to good use and help you relax.” Turning, he glanced at the others. “Anyone else want to lend a hand pampering our resident flying ace?”

Emely moved a piece, grinned at Bleu, and then turned to look over her shoulder at Dustin. “I will!” she said, even as the slime woman frowned at the board behind her. “Ya will what, Emmz?” a voice said from the door as Rye and Naera walked in holding hands. Dustin smiled at that - the plant woman had mentioned in passing the day they left the sand planet how she felt that because she was always busy carrying food she didn’t get as much hand-holding as the rest of them from Dustin, and since then every member of the harem had independently taken it upon themselves to hold her hand at least once.

While Emely explained his plan - and Rye cooed to Sammie about just how good Dustin’s hands had gotten (”almost as good as Bleu doing that vibrating thing but for ya muscles not your clit” the bunny girl opined) - Dustin loaded up a tray with various bits and pieces from the automat. As an afterthought, he also added a few bottles of water. He wasn’t planning on this turning into an orgy, but he was also aware what the combination of naked attractive women, scented oils, relaxation, and lying down could lead to.

By the time he’d gathered everything he needed, the others had more or less all agreed to help out - and so Dustin found himself leading Sammie into the ambassadorial bedchamber at the head of a little procession. Rye whistled a command as they entered, one of the central cushions rising up neatly before she frowned. “It’s not much of a massage bed ya know. I could go get the one we used for our pairing. I’ve still got it propped up in my room if ya want?” The bunny girl suggested, before Bleu pushed past her. “No need… I certainly have no objections about having Sammie’s chest pressed into me,” the slime girl said.

Dustin blinked as the medic lowered herself into the space Rye had prepared for Sammie, before understanding dawned as Bleu’s form shifted, parts of her body riding up like cushions while her face dropped back into a hole formed so that Sammie could poke her own head through. The fact that if Sammie used the hole like one on a normal massage table she’d be in perfect kissing range of the azure woman didn’t surprise anyone present; the pilot took one look at the arrangement and grinned. “This is gonna be fun” she said, hopping as she shimmied out of her trousers. “Numb ass be damned, if things end up going down a happy ending route I won’t complain.”

The others watched as the pilot gently lowered herself onto the reclining medic, the women’s naked bodies pressing together in a way that caused a stirring in Dustin’s crotch before he focused on the task at hand. Rye had wandered over to the automat in search of something, while Emely was practically bouncing next to him as he set up the incense and drummed his fingers on his chin while choosing an oil.

“You work her shoulders, I’ll do her legs, okay Sir?” the Feliax woman said, wheedling in under his free arm as he reached out for one of the array of bottles. Nodding, Dustin poured some of the glistening liquid into her cupped hands before applying more to Sammie’s shoulder blades. The pilot let out a gentle gasp as the liquid coated her back, followed by a contented moan as Dustin’s hands went to work. When Emely joined in too, Sammie’s voice dropped into a husky whisper of “oh yesss” as she relaxed completely.

Nearby, Rye had returned; as Dustin worked he watched what the other women were up to, in between thoughts of the massage he’d given the bunny girl as part of their paring, and the way Sammie’s muscles shifted under his thumbs. The Rabyth woman had apparently retrieved her own tray of oils; after a moment’s talking both Rye and Meli began stripping off their outfits. As Dustin watched, half-expecting some form of sexual contact to start, the Velca settled cross-legged on the mattress floor. Rye dropped behind her, golden thighs shimmying forward so that her legs were half wrapped around her lover. A moment later, Meli gave a hiss as oil dripped and dribbled onto her rear from where Rye had over-enthusiastically applied it to the brunette’s shoulders.

That hiss turned into a contented sigh as the bunny girl’s strong hands started to work out the knots in the Velca’s back. Meli’s ears fluttered softly between happiness and affection as she leaned back into Rye’s touch, the scientist’s hands stroking idly over the other woman’s thighs.

Turning his focus back to the task below him, Dustin’s fingers went to work on yet another ball of tension at the top of Sammie’s back. “You know” he said as he worked “you really should have let me know you were under this much stress, Sammie. As captain, and as your partner, I need to know when you’re struggling with things so that I can take appropriate action.” One dark-skinned hand waved around blindly before patting him on the chest as Sammie took a deep breath.

“It’s not stress, Dustin. Just tired, been flying a lot and there’s a lot of lives depending on my finding safe paths through the weave. Plus finding the time to hit the gym, keeping a body this fit isn’t easy; you all appreciate my abs and I appreciate being able to fling a fighter into a high-g turn without feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. Just… oh fuck, that’s the spot…” her voice drifted into contented burbling as both Dustin and Emely found balls of tension at the same time, before eventually fading back in “…it’s just regular work. What can we do about it, really? We need me to fly, I need to work out. It’s just… mmpfh!”

The woman’s voice was suddenly muffled; Naera had apparently had enough of her talking and had slipped both the human and the Queri woman below some of her biscuits - rather forcibly in Sammie’s case. “No talking with your mouth full.” The Caenii shortstack said grinning, before turning to Dustin. “And what you can do is tell Dustin here about your problems, so we can pamper you occasionally. I can tweak my cooking, Rye and Emmz can give great back rubs, Trea’k can…” Naera blushed and glanced away from Dustin’s view as she mumbled what sounded a lot like “tie you up so you can’t stress” before continuing “or if all else fails, Dustin can just pin you down and fuck you until you forget whatever the problem was.”

That earned a chuckle from the assembled women. As Dustin was about to reply, the sound of the outer door opening made him pause; Trea’k’s head peering into the bedroom a moment later made him relax once more. “We should have shut the bedroom door, really.” He mused as the insect woman stepped inside and did exactly that. “Defia and Aricia are both allowed into the ready room; I wasn’t expecting them to turn up, but I should have thought about what would happen if they did.”

Emely gave a giggle, and Rye snorted from behind Meli. “What?” Dustin asked, glancing between the pair. “Dusty, ya know full well what would happen if they found us like this. Aricia’s got no family, no friends out here besides us and practically hero-worships ya, she’d be in here and naked faster than ya can blink if ya made the offer. Which, before ya start protesting, we all know ya won’t - and even if ya did, treacle would ensure it didn’t happen for the woman’s own sake.”

At that point, the Feliax woman took up the explanation as Rye returned her focus to Meli’s back and shoulders - and breasts, Dustin noted, as the sizable orbs started to look increasingly shiny from the bunny girl’s occasional ‘accidental’ groping. Emely sighed as she slid her hands down to rub at the balls of Sammie’s feet, causing the pilot to let out a giggle and kick slightly before the redhead found a level of pressure that didn’t tickle.

“As for the Fractal…” Emely began, flicking her tails thoughtfully as she worked “…Defia is an oddball by her species’ standards, so it’s an inevitability as far as I’m concerned, Sir. You collect weirdos - look at all of us. We’ve already established those two facts, so Defia’s only options now are ‘ultra-loyal officer’ like Yril’k, or ‘eager haremette’ like everyone here.” Emely’s tone was playful, though Dustin got the feeling she was only half joking when she said it.

Dustin’s hands paused on Sammie’s back for a moment as he contemplated what the women had said. Truth be told, he was quite content with what he had - but, he reminded himself as Sammie gave a huff of complaint beneath him and he restarted his massage, the ambassadorial bedroom had been built this large to accommodate many more lovers than currently used it. Opting to take it under advisement that he might need to make some decisions about harem expansion in the future if and or when new ladies asked to join, he returned his full attention to the slick skin under his fingers, dipping his hands down and around in a mimicry of Rye’s actions - although in his case, Bleu’s nipples brushed the backs of his fingers as he moved in to cop a feel of Sammie’s breasts.