Yes, at last.

You're woken by the sound of door hinges gently squeaking. You crack open your eyes, to find Jemma ashamedly sneaking out, clothed only in her silk dressing gown. As she turns back to close the door, her eyes meet with yours, conflict clearly writ on her face. And then she's gone.

"Mmm, good morning sexy," murmurs the green nymph wrapped around you, stirring at the sound. "You had a phenomenal night."

You open your mouth, then close it again, bemused. Carly laughs. "I thought I might as well say it for you, save you the time."

"Oh, I'm only getting started," you promise darkly, mouthing her green neck sensually. Carly bares her teeth in a savage grin, and wraps her legs and vines tighter around you, arching her back, mashing her breasts into your face. Just as you're preparing to push your cock into her only hole you haven't yet claimed, Carly suddenly slips from your grasp and out of the bed.

"Ah-ah-ah!" she admonishes mischievously. "My pussy is worth more than a morning afterglow. You're going to have to wait until an opportunity that's a little more special comes along."

Slowly stroking your disappointed member, you watch as Foxgloves regrows her leafy clothing. "See ya later {if Futa==true}babe{else}stud{endif}," she smirks, and saunters out.

The first item on your schedule is continuing hand-to-hand combat training. Today you're learning some basic Jiu Jitsu throws on mats in the gym. Carly instantly chooses to partner with you, and you soon learn that she's definitely got the edge on you when it comes to strength, contrary to the outward appearance of your bodies, and even with you packing four times the muscle strength:mass ratio of a normal {if Futa==true}hu{endif}man. When it's finally your turn to throw her, just as you begin to release Carly, her vines wrap around your arms and pull you down next to her. Chuckling, you roll over to face Carly, to find her eyeing you hungrily. As you raise an eyebrow, she bites the air with an audible clack.

No-one seems to take note of your lustful training as it continues. It seems everyone has been sufficiently exposed to make some flirtatious behaviour seem normalised - but you're still a long way from walking up to Ultragirl and having her swoon before you. The mutants' lack of susceptibility to you is a challenge you employ to enlist Dr Kim's help with later today.

Right now though, you're more concerned with how your trainer, Larry, is behaving around Rachel. He steals a glance at her ass every chance he gets, and rather than speaking to her face, he tends to address the lumps of the boobs in her Sparrow outfit. When he takes her through a move, you see him unnecessarily positioning behind Rachel's back, pressed intimately close to her as he guides her motions. That stirs up some powerful feelings in you - protectiveness and possessiveness, with an unexpected primality to them. You may be polyamorous, but that doesn't mean the strength of your love is at all diminished. You can see Larry thinks he's got a shot, a muscled more experienced teacher with a nubile, recently-virgin teenager, and the idea of him having her instantly spurs you to action.

"Larry, can I grab a word with you and the wall?"

"Sure, Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}, I'll be right over," nods the instructor, not taking his eyes off of Rachel as she practices.

"Now," you growl, stepping in front of him and pulling him round by the shoulder.

"Hey, take it easy {if Futa==true}miss{else}man{endif}," complains Larry as you walk over to the corner of the gym. "I'm just trying to help everyone improve their form!"

"Yeah right," you mutter. "And Foxgloves is just being friendly with me."

"Uhh, yeah," Larry nods, totally missing the irony. "Exactly, I'm only -"

You step around him, pinning him in the corner. He's a big guy, as tall as you, but to his eyes in this moment you tower over him.

"Let's lay down some ground rules," you snarl, feeling alpha chemicals steaming from your skin, unseen. "Every girl on this base is mine, unless I say otherwise. You don't touch any of them, ever. Especially not Sparrow. Do you understand?" He nods, cowering. "In fact, you don't even look at them anywhere except the face. You don't talk to them unless it's for training. And you never, ever, fantasise about them in any way, shape, or form. Got it?"

"Yes, Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}. Sorry, Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}."

"Get back to work then."