The Omthal day broke rapidly, an eerie, hazy, gray dawn exploding into a bright, bluish white morning as the sun called Anthes peeked over the horizon, and then climbed overhead. Inside the base camp domes, the Pliscothean crew woke from their sleeping time, and prepared for the days work. Shilla, the team’s blonde doctor/biologist woke, and crept nude to the sleeping quarters of Vrenna, the team botanist. She tapped softly on the door, then quietly opened it, knowing that Vrenna would not mind.
Vrenna was still asleep, but even in sleep, she exuded the sensuality that Shilla had come to treasure. Vrenna was lying on her side, the blanket thrown back, and the sheet covering only one shapely thigh and leg. Her other leg was drawn up toward her chest, opening her seductive hips and secret lips to Shilla’s gaze. As Shilla watched, Vrenna stirred, rolled to her back, and opened her thighs. Shilla involuntarily stopped breathing as she stared at the seductively tousled mane of red hair blazing against the pillow, the heavy breasts that sat slightly flattened and separated on the slim chest, and the smooth curve of the belly that led down past a cleanly shaved mound to delicate, pink, pouting lips.
Shilla had grown to love this female, and her body. Their initial explorations had been tentative, until each became comfortable with the other. Soon each had learned the other’s special needs and places, and their lovemaking became a sensual dance of intertwining arms and legs, soft breasts caressed by gentle fingers, and warm mouths tasting the secret, musky flavors of lust. When Shilla made love with Arnak, sometimes, depending on the mood, they fell into a frenzy of sex that quickly brought them to release, but with Vrenna, lovemaking was always exquisitely slow, passionate, and ended in a warm afterglow that was hard to describe but would be impossible for Shilla to ever give up. Not that she didn’t enjoy relations with Arnak; he was an excellent lover who she loved deeply, but sometimes she needed a soft body next to hers instead of Arnak’s hard muscles, and she craved the satin feel of Vrenna’s tongue and fingers. She would give up neither of her own accord, but would also never favor one or the other.
Vrenna peeped at Shilla through barely open eyes. She was enjoying her game, and enjoying the affect it had on Shilla. Already she could see that Shilla was breathing deeper, and she could imagine that she was feeling moistness finding it’s way to her thighs. Vrenna was becoming wet just knowing what she was doing to Shilla, and decided to hurry things up a bit. She slowly rubbed her nose, as if relieving some minor discomfort, then let her hand drop to her right breast. She slowly let it drag over the nipple, feeling satisfaction as the already large bud began to harden and rise. As she let her hand travel back up the underside of her breast to find the nipple again, she breathed a soft sigh, and rocked her hips. The effect of this motion was to slightly separate her outer, pouting lips, a motion she knew immediately was seen by Shilla, as she heard Shilla’s sharp intake of breath. Slowly again tracing down her breast, she then slid her hand down to her mound, then lower, and gently touched the very top of her opening. Again, she slightly raised her hips, and this time Shilla crossed the room to stand over her. Shilla’s slender finger joined Vrenna’s in a soft, caressing motion over the pouting lips. Vrenna opened her eyes in mock surprise, then smiled and whispered, “Good morning love.”
Shilla smiled back, and sat on the edge of the sleeping platform, her hand staying next to Vrenna’s, lightly stroking her sensuous lips. She leaned to kiss Vrenna, the feather touch kiss that Vrenna liked in the morning, and used her free hand to caress the side of Vrenna’s soft breast. Vrenna returned the kiss with slightly parted lips, and began to stroke Shilla’s shoulder. As a shiver ran down Shilla’s back, she teased Vrenna with her tongue, touching lightly but not penetrating the soft, full lips. Vrenna’s tongue sought and found Shilla’s, and the familiar tingle caused both to whisper a tiny moan. Vrenna’s hand slipped to Shilla’s breast, found the nipple, and gently began to alternately fondle and tug, causing the nipple and aureole to rise from the surface of the breast and form a firm cone. The nipple lost its usually puckered appearance, and swelled taught against the skin, a small erect bundle of nerves pleading to be touched. Shilla knew the impact was as great for Vrenna, because her finger began to feel wetness seeping from the now swelling lips between Vrenna’s thighs, and it began to easily slide between them. Vrenna’s hand found Shilla’s own mound, lightly furred with pale blonde silk, and she traced the path she knew so well. Shilla shifted position to allow Vrenna better access, and sighed. The magic was happening again.
Arnak awoke, but didn’t feel rested. He had tossed most of the night, thinking about the creature, or was it a female called Ansea. When she lured him into the common dome, and then had made love to him, it seemed very real. But now, in the light of day, he could not be sure. The experience could have been just a dream, a mental image born of his fatigue and apprehension over finding the strange creature. He rose, dressed, and went immediately to the lab. There was the white body, just as they had left it, lying dead on the examination table. So, it had been a dream, a very vivid one, but still just a dream. He walked back to Shilla’s sleeping quarters and knocked. Getting no answer, he opened the door, and saw that she was gone. Arnak knew she would be with Vrenna; Shilla loved to make love before breakfast. He went to her door, and knocked. He heard a muffled curse, from Vrenna probably, and laughed to himself. “Time to rise, darlings, we have work to do. I can imagine what you’re doing, but it will have to wait. Meet you in five chrons in the common area for breakfast.”
The three met at the eating area of the common dome, and Arnak smiled at the seemingly innocent touching between Shilla and Vrenna. It was always like this when the two females needed to be loved, but were forced to wait. He had been on the receiving side of those touches, and he knew how Shilla and Vrenna felt. A casual touch on the arm to make a point in conversation, a gentle touch to the back of the hand, contact with those slender, soft fingers always caused all his senses to snap to full alert and his entire body tingled with anticipation. Today, he was omitted from the subtle foreplay that would continue throughout the day, but Arnak knew they would likely decide to include him at some point. He was appreciative of the beautiful, sensuous dance of touch, and would patiently await their invitation.
After eating, the three moved to the lab dome to continue the investigation of the dead creature. It was Shilla’s intent to autopsy the creature, do the gross anatomy report, and save tissue samples for her later evaluation. She would also freeze additional samples for the research lab on the station. Shilla began her examination.
“Record start. Officer Novamene recording. Continuation of oral log of examination of unidentified creature killed on Omthal, Sector twenty seven, Pliscothean orbit count four thousand nine, eleven point... twenty four Anthese cycles from landing.”
“Subject remained in cool storage for approximately five centichrons. No visual damage to tissue is in evidence.” Shilla placed an instrument tray on the table and selected a large scalpel. “Making primary incision from the creature’s lower thorax down abdomen to the pubic mound.” Her hand rested on the creatures chest as she positioned the gleaming blade for the cut. At that moment, the creature’s eyes opened, large eyes with deep, dark, blue pupils that flashed intelligence and mystery. As Shilla stood with the blade poised for the first stroke, the creature smiled at Shilla and spoke in the low, soft voice from Arnak’s dream.
“Perhaps you would allow my active participation in your examination, instead of the passive role you had planned. I think you will learn more, and the examination will surely be more pleasant for me.”
Shilla jumped back from the table, and dropped the scalpel to the floor in her haste. She looked at Vrenna and then at Arnak. Vrenna was flushed and breathing quickly, but Arnak had this strange smile, appearing as if he had just deduced the answer to some long pondered question.
The creature turned to Arnak and asked, “Have you informed Shilla and Vrenna of our meeting last night, or was I to be a surprise?”
Arnak was still smiling. “This morning, when I saw you lying here, I decided you were a dream so I didn’t tell them. Shilla and Vrenna, meet Ansea, a female from the planet Lauxes. She is here to greet us, explain our past, and offer us a future here.”
Arnak related what Ansea had told him the night before about her totally female species, how the Lauxean scientists had genetically engineered the humanoids of Pliscothea and placed them on the planet, and how the Lauxeans had waited for their arrival. He didn’t tell them about Ansea’s offer for the future. He figured she would make the offer at her own selected time. When he finished, Ansea spoke to Shilla.
