You meet Nuru

You stand in the water cradling Abigail, allowing the warm water to soak and clean. A group of aliens on a path that runs close to the pool watch you curiously. You see the little pink haired futa again, you are guessing that you might have your first fangirl. Abigail gives you a squeeze, reassuring you that she will be fine.

"Whoo, that was a rough one. Don't worry, they are not all like that. Thank you for being there." She moves away from you a bit and begins cleaning and scrubbing herself. You seem to be way more traumatized by what had just happened than she did.

Across the pond you see a svelte black woman in her early 30's peel off her poncho and dive into the pool. With the glimpse you get of her body she looks to be roughly the same height and build as Abigail.

"Here comes Nuru." Abigail says with a smile. "She's my best friend. You'll like her."

You see her long lean form swim just under the surface toward you. She surfaces nearby and swims up close to you, staying in the deeper water. She had mocha brown skin, a round joyful face, and cropped dense curly black hair.

Treading water she says. "You know you can't keep him for your own Abi."

Abigail actually blushes a bit at this as she scrubs some slime off her face. "Oh stop it. It was decided that I would be the one to meet him." She smiles. "I'm glad I was, he is nice." She introduces the two of you.

"It is good to meet you Nuru." You say.

"Yes! Good to meet you too! Why don't you stay with us in our hut? Our bed is big enough for three." Nuru grins.

"NURU!" Abigail sputters at her hut-mate's boldness. "He just got here!"

"Exactly, he should find some nice girls before the others sink their claws into him. What's that expression you have...we've got an inside track. Why shouldn't I ask him?" Nuru says, pretending to be offended. She then turns to look back to you with a wide grin. "Well?"

"Uh..."

"You don't have to answer that." Interrupts Abigail as she finishes cleaning herself. "It's not fair to ask you that...though you would be very welcome."

You realized you were walking into some sort of hot button issue here. There must be some sort of status or bragging rights connected with having the male in your hut. You'd only been here an hour or two but you had made a connection with Abigail. However you didn't even know the other women. Some of them had the bodies of goddesses and some were boldly raunchy and others looked influential among the group. As the male you could probably have your choice of options. Your choice was sure to have ramifications.