Wasted Perfectly Good Sperm

Changeling circulatory fluid is based on haemerythrin, like certain marine worms and brachiopods on Earth. Deoxygenated blood is clear, while oxygenated blood is violet-pink. Theoretically, this could be used to test whether an individual is a changeling or not.
—Anastasia Massimi, Slugnomicon: A Guide To Brain Slug Spirituality (unpublished draft)

"I mean, it's probably a good idea," Rache said. "And you don't have to wear it during the day. Only at night."

"I'm not upset; I was just surprised." Mel admitted. "So how was your day?"

The tall blonde was sitting in Mel's lap on the couch, in nothing more than panties and her Hello Cthulhu t-shirt. Classes over, homework done. Anastasia was in her moon-and-stars pajamas while Jordan and Jenny read through the latest chapter of the Slugnomicon. Béibhinn hung around, pacing with a kind of restless energy that bespoke boredom, frustration, or both.

"Cramps. I guess that means the pill worked," Rache said, not hiding the hint of sadness in her voice. Her hand rested against his chest, over Mel's heart, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle. Not much in the way of definition, but regular exercise meant there was muscle there. "From the sound of things, you had a rougher day."

Mel made a face. "I guess I just wasn't expecting it to hit me like that. Most of the time I . . . just roll with things. Adapt, you know? But the fact that she was . . ."

"If not mom, then why mom-shaped?" 'stasia suggested.

Mel's brow furrowed. Obviously there was a reference there he wasn't getting.

"Something like that, I guess. They had a child psychologist at the orphanage, but I never went to see him. They saved that for the kids that cried too much, or got into fights, or . . . did things," he said.

"And you were just one of the good ones," Rache guessed. "Quiet. Kept to yourself. Never made a fuss."

Mel felt the heat rise to his face. "Something like that."

Béibhinn seemed to come to a decision. She smacked her right fist into her left palm.

"We need a schedule!" she declared.

All eyes in the room turned to her.

"Uh . . . is this about chores?" Mel said. "I know I feel like I don't do enough around the apartment, so I'm . . ."

"It's about cunnilingus," the ghola said. "You've only eaten me out once since we've been sex friends!"

"And you've never eaten me out at all," 'stasia offered.

"And Rache is having cervical clamps because you wasted perfectly good sperm in her," Béibhinn continued, undaunted. "What this polycule needs is equality."

Mel frowned. He felt like this was one of those moments when Molly or Rachel would want him to stand up for himself. However, he had to admit that Béibhinn had a point.

"I haven't been trying to neglect anyone," he said, his voice apologetic. "But I think I have been, inadvertently. If a schedule helps, I'm not opposed to it. Just keeping in mind everybody's work schedule, and . . . um . . . sometimes I like the spontaneity."

'stasia stood up and stretched from where she had been sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"While I'm only a sex-friend and thus don't get voting rights," she said, and gave the ghola a smile. "I think this relationship should encompass more than Mel's schlong or his mouth, magic as either might be. After all, if you need someone to eat your pussy, B, I'm available."

That made Rachel and the ghola both blink.

"I mean, when you think about it," Rache said. "When we agreed to be on the friends-with-benefits list, we agreed to safe sex and mutual communication, not exclusivity. There's no reason I can't eat your pussy, as long as you're consenting and everyone takes precautions. Am I right?"

Jordan and Jenny, looking up from the Slugnomicon, gave a graceful four-shoulder shrug. Rache's jaw opened, closed, opened again, and then she turned to Béibhinn. "I mean, I have no control over anyone's sexuality. So it's really up to you two."

Béibhinn made a face. 'stasia's hips swayed a bit as she walked around the couch, approaching the ghola. Mel saw Béibhinn's muscles clench instinctively, and then the ghola forced them to relax. With an indifferent air, the green-haired woman said.

"Well. If you want a taste of this, I'm not opposed," she said. "So how did you want to—"

'stasia let her hands settle on Béibhinn's hips. The ghola was wearing a black sports bra and yellow-and-white boy shorts that barely contained her sizable buttocks and showed off her thick thighs to advantage. Mel could tell she wasn't even wearing a thong underneath; her vulva was clearly visible pressed against the yellow fabric.

"Why don't we give everyone a show?" 'stasia said, the dark-haired woman's gaze challenging. "After all, why should we hide things? Almost everyone has seen us all naked, haven't we?"

In point of fact, Mel hadn't seen 'stasia naked, and he wasn't sure Jordan or Jenny had either. He was aware, however, that Rache's nipples were hard, tenting the front of her t-shirt. In its cage, his exhausted prick swelled, hit hard metal, and relaxed a little. His thumb slid along Rache's thigh.

"If you want," he said quietly. "I can eat you out as you watch."

Because of the ghola slug on her back, Béibhinn preferred a position where she wasn't on her back. They settled with dragging the ghola's sleeping bag out on the floor in front of the couch, the ghola shedding her booty shorts and 'stasia easing out of her pajama top, displaying her soft breasts with the big, pink areola for the first time. Mel was surprised to see that they weren't quite symmetrical, the left boob noticeably a bit heavier, with a small mole or growth deep inside the cleavage. Her dark hair lay sprawled out beneath her as Béibhinn lowered her ass down, trying to line up her slit with the neighbor's mouth.

Mel couldn't see much of the action. He was on his knees at the far end of the couch, Rache's panties hanging off her left ankle as the leg stuck straight out over his shoulder. His tongue traced her outer lips, and her hand rustled through his hair like she was petting a dog, but her eyes were on 'stasia and the ghola. As Mel's mouth closed over her and sucked softly, she began to narrate.

"I can see 'stasia's chin and the bottom of her lip—the dental dam is clear, but it's extra large, I can see her tongue dig in deep—"

Taking that as a cue, Mel let his own tongue slide into his girlfriend's hot cleft, curling his tongue up, not sure he could reach her g-spot but willing to try. He felt her hips flex, pressing her pussy against his face.

"Bib is playing with her tits. Bigger than mine. Big soft handfuls. She's playing with her nipples. Tugging. I can see 'stasia's toes curl . . . I bet she wants more . . ."

The strange narration seemed to stir all of them. Mel's tongue swirled around and around Rache's clit. Only this morning, another mouth had been here. Sucking his sperm out of her deepest, most secret places. He wondered if a little bit was still in there. Whether it had survived. The idea didn't disgust him. If anything, his shaft strained against its cage. Trapped like this, Mel could be honest with himself that the idea of inseminating Rache excited him. Though it wasn't a kink he planned to act on, not until both of them were ready.

A darker shadow crossed his mind, then. The image of Lucie, naked, on her back as his father slid into her. Did her husband watch? Did he take part? Mel hadn't been prepared to ask those questions, and wasn't sure if he wanted the answers. It was hard enough to think that Lucie had given birth to him, but the thought that she had hugged him, kissed him, ran her toe up his leg . . .

Rache's gasp broke his brooding, her fingers digging into his scalp.

"Fuck! Harder, shit! Right there! Right fucking there!"

In his absentmindedness, Mel's tongue had sped up. Rougher and harder than normal, frustration driving his tongue to lick her clit relentlessly. Suddenly breathless, Rache broke into a pant as Mel struggled to maintain his unaccustomed pace at just that position. To his left, he heard the ghola make little noises of excitement. Rache gulped and continued her narration.

"Bi-Bib's grinding that big ass against 'stasia's face. I can see the muscles of her back working. That big white worm is glowing. She's fucking mauling those tits, and 'stasia's kicking her legs, humping the air like a bitch in heat. I bet that cunny is so wet right now . . . ah . . . ah . . . aHaHahahaha . . ."

It wasn't a scream or a laugh, but something in between. Mel could feel her diaphragm flex and the hot pussy against his mouth spasmed, hot liquid spraying against his mouth, over his chin. Mel was glad now that they'd put down a towel.

As Rache slowly relaxed, her fingers eased, and she smoothed down the hair on Mel's head.

"They're still going," she said, as Mel kissed the sensitive post-climax clitty. "She's close . . . Bib is so close . . . but she needs more . . . come on, babe. Tell us what the big bad worm needs . . ."

"Mel!" Béibhinn gasped.

He pulled his face up out of Rache's crotch, chin dripping. The big, muscular thighs were shaking. The nipples on the small breasts were stiff and standing out. The odd pallor was flushed, giving an almost purple color to her face, which made the yellowed sclera and rusted-jade eyes stand out even more beneath the green pixie cut.

"Lick my ass!" she said. "Please?"

Jordan already had another dental dam ready. Jenny had dribbled lube down the crack of Béibhinn's ass, where it had dripped onto 'stasia's forehead. As Mel crawled over to where he was needed, tongue feeling swollen and numb, the cage a heavy, awkward burden between his legs, his head swam.

"I've never licked an ass before," he confessed, staring down into 'stasia's eyes for some reason. Carefully trying not to pull at her hair as he lowered himself down to pull those thick, muscular cheeks apart.

Mel had to be careful, as his tongue explored the plastic sheet over the ghola's pucker, that his forehead didn't hit the base of her spine, where the ghola-worm was exposed and glowing white. It was different from a pussy. The anatomy was unfamiliar; Mel wasn't sure where to press, or how hard. He let his tongue play around the rim, trying to map out the little ridges of the sphincter, and Béibhinn's voice came, tight and excited.

"Harder!"

So Mel pressed harder. His heart hammered in his chest, and he realized he must be dribbling, and hoped it wasn't getting in 'stasia's hair. The buttocks were slick and warm, the glutes flexing as Mel pushed against the plastic barrier, feeling the pucker move and push back against him. He pushed harder, pressing his nose right into the crack of her, catching a whiff of that strange, sickly smell that tended to cling to Béibhinn, stronger than he'd ever felt it.

The ghola lost control. Jordan and Jenny must have grabbed her arms, but her hips rose and fell automatically, muscles threatening to tear themselves apart, slamming down into 'stasia's face.

The orgasm didn't last long. Yet as 'stasia tapped his knee, Mel realized things were over.

Mel and the ghola disengaged. He was not surprised to see that Rache had pulled down 'stasia's pajamas and panties and rolled out a dental dam between her roommate's legs. Mel was surprised to see the dark peach fuzz that covered the soft, puffy vulva.

"That was . . . new," 'stasia said with a laugh. She glanced at Mel's caged cock, as if debating whether or not she wanted more. Then Rache's mouth must have felt her clit, because the dark-haired woman's buttocks lifted up off the sleeping bag.

Jordan and Jenny helped Béibhinn stand up. Mel stretched his jaw and enjoyed the sight of 'stasia writhing on the ground, her eyes focused all on Rachel now, with an expression he couldn't decipher.

He needed a Quench. Brush his teeth. Shower. Sleep. What he actually did was dispose of used dental dams, throw the wet towel in the basket of dirty laundry, and spray disinfectant on anything that might have been dripped on. Always keeping an eye on the action. It didn't take long for 'stasia to give a high-pitched little squeal between her teeth. Mel couldn't tell if she actually came or just reached a point where she was happy to stop, but she tapped Rache on the head and kissed, not her lips, but her neck.

"Schedule," Mel said. "Sounds like a good idea."

Jordan and Jenny, emerging from the ghola's bedroom, gave a thumb's up. Rachel and Anastasia, almost in sync, followed a moment later.