Nova by davistrell@aol.com
"Gi' us a chune," said the drunk mechanic.
"No ship, uh?" chided his pal.
"Fuckin' spasmo alien, don't know shit."
It was late, real late and Gaffro had to figure how to get the earth-youth home. Get him bedecked, shut him up in his cabin, so he wouldn't regret what he'd said, the next day.
"Did I tell you how we got three hundred suns from the Pleiades, glitterin' like jewels in a September sky, when we wuz..."
"You told me. All your war stories. For some-one so recently out the academy, you sure seem to have fought too many battles already."
"Whass this we're drinkin'? Tastes like Tantulus-bat's piss."
Krarss! He was green; and I don't just mean the color he'd turned. Earthguys can't drink, and when they do they get loaded, nothing wrong with that, but they get angry, self righteous and the worse thing is that if you try to fuck 'em, they'll let you, but in the morning, it'd be pitiful, they get filled with remorse, and claim their head hurts; and never wanna see you again.
Gaffro, an Ethrmo, could trace his roots back at least thirtyÐthree generations, had risen through the nepotistic chain to astro-navigator. He knew his stars, knew exactly where Scipio was, the hour of his birth and in what azimuth it had pertained.
"Let's get out of here brotro, you'll never get papers if you're busted; I'll see you home."
The earthboy, pinkskinned, head shaved, pug-nosed, eyes glazed, accepted Gaffro's broad shoulder and let himself be shlugged out of the bar, Vonstantine's, and dragged through the tunnel, to the sled, that passed by his quarters.
Slurred, he gave the voice directions, one correction for mispronunciation. To the 'sailors restplace'; cheap but quotient.
Near silent, apart from that indefinable whirr, the two sat together, Gaffro erect, the earthboy near passed out.
"You have moniker?" queried Gaffro.
"Turnstile, Leftenant Turnstile, Amro Turnstile...."
A tired salute, and mute clicking of heels.
"You from..?"
"Earth."
"Big place. Allus wanted to go there. Don't have the chids though, but one day.."
"You gotta go. S'beautiful, third jewel from Sol, turn left at Sirius major...."
"Seen it in the holo-books, know little bit of the history... hey Amro.. we're here."
The youth and the Ethrmo got out, the doors glidded shut, arm around waist, Gaffro assisted the boy up to the convelescar, which took them upstairs to the landing, forty cubicles long.
"Take a hit on this mouth spray, then you won't fuck up the voice-recognizer."
"Never done it with a guy with two cocks afore..."
"It's easy. You'll figure what goes where."
The chamber slid ope; room for one and a friend.
"You wanna drink?" said Leftenant Amro as he unzipped the flapjaket, showing his tanned torso. He seemed to have trouble so Gaffro helped him, seating the officer, on the bunk. The drinkgiver sputed out a collegene of Ursclia's chief export.
"I'll pour."
He made two drinks, and sat next to the earthguy, and stuck one of his tongues in the boy's ear.
"You Erthmos got two of everything, huh?" he said.
"Must be a reason, part of a divine plan."
"All I got is one pink fat dick, but got two nipples, two testicles, two gluts..."
"One gluthole..."
"'Fraid so..."
Gaffro took off his illyricon uniform, a little struggle with his twin cocks,, as they emerged, writhingly.
"One for procreation, one for urination... you guys don't get it mixed up, like us earthies..."
"There's two kinds of Erthmos..."
"You gotta help me, which one do I suck?"
"You choose..."
"The big one."
I suppose this happens all over, two lonely guys, get together, touch bodies, rub appropriate extremities, one comes and the other fails to get off, and in the lonely universe feels even more alone.
Bad enough, in his condition, Amro wouldn't even remember.
But tonight, as the stimulants wore off, and he seemed covered with alien appendages. This night would fail to get forgotten.
In Gaffro's case, this was first earthman that he's subterraneaned, the earthass, just like everyone said. Tight but pleasing. Gaffro's cox#1 penetrated the earthman, cox#2 was held hard in the Leftenant's fist, was jerked fervishly, in time to the hip-shoves that Gaffro made, penetrating deep in the boy's gluthole with cox#1.
A simple pattern.
Like Gaffro said, Amro would figure it out. What went where and suchlike.
"Not so hard..." pleaded Amro and tried to dictate the pace, by pulling more slowly, till Gaffro mirrored the movements, that Amro corroborated. He pushed all the way in, till his testicles plural, slapped against the white upturned ass. As one tongue licked the left shoulderblade, and the other tongue wedged itself in a salty armpit, Amro groaned as he felt the bell-tip pressure inside him, stealthily reaching forward, sponged rubber, rubbing his insides, with a rich liquid feel as he clamped his two gluts together, rode the lengthy pillar, that rocked back and forth, in a harmonious rhythm, that triggered pleasure centers, as he felt the twin tongues move and trace the alien spittle down the valley of his back. Two strong arms held him round the middle, the hands spread out, one holding his belly, the other supporting his chest.The other set of arms, pre-occupied.
"Now harder..." Amro implored and gritted his teeth.
"You need a berth?" said Gaffro, the sex over.
"What me, sail with Erthmos?"
"You predjudiced?"
"Nah, I like 'em."
"Well is he any good?" asks Gaffro's commander. This is in the berthing room where Erthmos can be casual. Informed that Amro is sufficiently qualified, experienced, obliging. The commander asks the unpolitically-correct question.
"They mix sex up with .... emissions of bodily wastes..."
The commander, obviously embarrassed. But being reasurred of Amro's superlative astro navigational skills, knowing full well the commander kept a total holo-book on earthmen buttocks, famous in the universe, for geometrical perfection, took Gaffro's word: let the unknown factor become part of the crew.
Enough exposition. Let's agree that the Silent Star, sailed forth, to go where too many people had gone before, and walked, spaceship wise into a universal geo-polititical situation.
As a politician said, they'res them that we hate, and those that we love, keep 'em separated, but give voton torpedoes to the one's on our side. A perfect balance. One side's credo is wrong, and so is the others', but taken on balance our government in its infinite wisdom has preferred to side with the pirates as opposed to the teachers. There's a logic here, a history to back it up. The Corps is my life, and if I'm called on to die, I'll do it and not ask the enemy to take the bullet back.
Amro has his berth, works well, does astro stuff, better than the others of equal rank. He and Gaffro, three stations down, get along like a asteroid on fire. Mi bunk, su bunk, to paraphrase a galaxy-wide saying. The quarters not huge, even though Gaffro has rank to get bigger, but with Amro included, it was just the right size.
The Earthboy slept between Gaffro, tender in the night, till wakened, aroused, used Amro's earthplace, with vigour, determination, and Amro was satisfied twice each night. Then doubly done again, before brekthirst.
"Into the Versim quadrant sir," calls out Amro on the commicon.
"Good work, earthscout, we made it parsecs faster," said the commander, Kreylix, and he raised one of his hands in thanks. Usually this is considered innapropriate between commander and subaltern, but when the earthbutt, looked as earnest as that, Kreylix's tongue ran over the roof of his mouth, while the other, wiped the base of his chin. He solemnly barked the next order.
"Gaffro, Armo Turnstile, transubstiate to the holo-ship. Immediate departure. And Krarss' luck be with you both."
They never fixed the bugs in the Holo-ship's design flaw. The ship was, to all intents and purposes, invisible, well not surface mapped, but they never did figure how to make the last hackedÐon parts, and of course the passengers inside totally unscreened.
So what was supposed to be an invisible, was partially, plain in view. It did though, aqualesce when a mote of space debris struck the sides, and the ship was revealed, in its jewel facets, an elegant crystalline elongation, twinkling in a spume-colored inky sky.
"You got the Moxxon vessel?"
"In my voton sight."
"Kill it...." ordered Amro.
Aboard the Danaib, the captain, Halberd Skrote, had all, at alert. Through, Green, Amber, and now Carmine.
"Now..."
The vacuum around the holo-ship melded.
Kreylix looked and saw the ship explode in a maelstrom of light.
"Two noble soldiers. Two crewmen. I will remember them."
His barkantine whooshed away to safety. For a new strategy.
Aboard the Trafalquar, the Moxxon ship, Halberd Skrote, captain, approached the two prisoners. His long thick rodent tail, a train, coiling behind. The ribbed eyes, studied the two, under the sedation of their conscious, caused by the transubstiation paradigm; they'd wake anon. They would wait there in the stasis-cell. Until Halberd Skrote pondered on what he was about to do. He had no choice.
Amro woke first. Around him a Syllagean paradise. Pale organdy foetal flowers, in a clearing, the broad-leaves mixing with vegetable cannibal predators. Long strands of tree branch moss, with decorating multi-hued fungi, epileptic ferns, and the ground crushed with powdered insect shells, their decaying soft-body tissue, pleasantly squelching, under his legs as he shook the sleeping Gaffro.
One cock awoke and glided, into Amro's palm, turning to grip the hardening increase in lengthening volume. One sleepy eyelid raised, looking into Amro's dishevelled face, Gaffro yawned and stretched, dozing as Amro placidly stroked along the entire length, while cox#2, too, awoke, and Amro took both into hand. He pulled both together, pressed their sponge-heads together, took both into his mouth, stretching wide to greet his morning visitor. The usual start to the day.
This fellating activity could till go on til midmorning, as Amro, had begun to think, that Gaffro preferred this to actual penetration.
Later, they would re-build the lean-to, blown over by the Vestral winds that fell in the night. Rebuild.
A child-of-the air plant floated in, into the small refuge they'd been driven to. Gaffro his eyes half-lidded, as he gazed at the two heavy-bellied aphids, as they sucked the milk from each others breasts. Amro had turned rear-ward, with cox#1 only, in his mouth now, slurping long, and alternating with the other, as he could only use his head was one-cock-at-a-time.
Gaffro placed, a hand, the third, on Amro's back and let his hand rove down till one soft claw, parted the buttock-muscle cushions, and slipped the digit in Amro's glut-hole. Amro was surprised and nearly exploded cox#1's cumshot and expel it through his nostrils. He had to let go, let the mercury-silver emission dribble over his chest, trickle down his waist, till, he felt his cockhairs tingle as he leakage puddled round his balls.
They would rebuild. Explore further. What lay beyond the marble veined mountain, to the east? The cobalt sun, that went down behind at sunset, darkened all, just the sound of the hissing land-fish, and the snarls of the vinegary-moths remaining. It was easy to catch the pig-like animals while they slept, in the pupae stage, delicious, browned by fire, acceptable both to Gaffro's and Amro's species. They dined on meat-orchid and moth, but not the hissing kind as Gaffro surmised, might be poisonous. Life was hard. But fulfilling. A day's catch of frilled lizard, caught stealthily, providing nourishment and, with innards gutted, sewn together with wireworms, provided canvas for the lean-to. They would build bigger, with time, but had proven hard to find anything that had the correct rigidity and hardness required.
"Give me all of it, the entire thing.." hoarsely groaned as cox#2 slipped into Amro's stretching rectum.
One tongue licked Amro's shoulder-blades trying to burst through his back, the other tongue extended and pushing between Amro's sucking lips. Gaffro bent his thighs, the ones in front, and the thighs behind, to drive in, as Gaffro's unused cock, found employment by wrapping round Amro's phallus, coiled, and jerked on Amro's full boiled cock.
Amro always came first, spewing into the ground, his ejaculation, white and sperm-filled. Then Gaffro knew that the Earth-youth could take no more so emitted a shooting blast into Amro's bowels, controlled, as it was, as Gaffro's cum-blasts could be fatal to Earth-folk. He let himself linger in, till Amro's requirement of male semen had been taken in, then allowed to slowly dribble out when Gaffro withdrew. Amro rolled on his back, folding his legs to his chest, making a vee of thighs, till he was half-man in size, folded almost in a ball, ready for cox#1, to fuck him again.
Over, Amro glowed as he lay between Gaffro.
They stayed like that till the cobalt sun was high, when everywhere was coolest. Time for the hunt.
"Would you mind if we just stayed here."
"What, not hunt? Why ever not....?"
Gaffro said simply. "I am with child."
Amro looked into all of Gaffro's eyes, kissed him full on both mouths, and cradled the nest of testicles, with the two cooing coxes, ready to play again. He dipped his hand in his own wetty stickiness, drying on Gaffro's main belly.
"We will procreate, fill this planet, with our kind, a fusion, an new interspecie." said Amro. With pride.
Gamro was marsupial.
"Their minds are profiled."
"Permanently linked to the holo-dream?"
"Conjoined."
"Very well," said Halbert Skrote. "Remove the hides. The golden one will make an excellent bed-spread..."
"The pale skin?"
"A welcome-mat...," Skrote said, flirting unashamedly with the Skinner.