To all,
Due to the interest in this series, here is part 17. I want to thank the individuals that have volunteered to edit my work and provide constructive comments on pacing, content and continuity Anonymous and Lost Boy. As I have said before, while I will not consider myself a writer, I do love the story telling. I thank everyone so much for reading my stories and enjoying them.
Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind.
Part 17
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Drews shuttle landed at the rear Castle landing pad with little disturbance. Target piloting, began shutting systems down with Drew acting as co-pilot. Once systems were shut down and verified, the hatch and landing ramp opened and slid into position.
A quiet entourage crept slowly and calmly into their suite of rooms. Be serious, it was a heard of stampeding animals, a child, no, sorry, a young woman, and an excited spider that sprinted off the landing pad and into the servants' entrance. Drew could hear things crash, but he was far from worried. He was only glad to have Cara home safe and seemingly sound.
Drew and Target took their time, hand in hand, walking the corridors. They entered the suite in a more controlled adult pace.
Kitten must have already checked and then checked out of the excitement in Cara's room, because she was on her normal pillow starting her daily grooming. Goldie on the other hand was head in and ass out of the doorway. Huge tail brushing back and forth as she enjoyed having her adopted sister back in the pack.
Drew and Target walked over to the room and looked in to see how Cara was dealing with the spider version of a remodel. They had already seen it of course, and commented as it was being built, but it was amazing to see the wonder in Cara eyes.
Because the rooms were originally built for tall bipedal beings, all the rooms had high ceilings, three meters above the floor for even the smallest of rooms. In that top meter, Hoppy had built a web platform with a nest in the back corner.
Beautifully designed web arches had been created from the ground up and over Cara's bed. The most amazing feature was the 'twinkle lights' that gave it that fairytale look. They were many of the interesting bits of knowledge transfer, that were starting to happen across species.
Hoppy tried to explain, but Drew just translated into human. Spiders would get a fungus that grows in the jungle and chew it. Drews personal translation was like chewing gum. The mixture of spider saliva and fungus created a lighted ball. The ball could be tuned off and on by a certain harmonic pitch.
So, with hundreds of these balls intertwined with the web, Hoppy's nest took on a true fairytale vision. Cara was beyond amazed and excited. Drew was still trying to get past the idea of having a monstrous spider nest directly above Cara's bed.
Drew's concern about Cara losing her ability to talk to the spiders turned out to be unfounded. Cara, like himself, could now do it without touching. The two of them were having a running dialog about what fairies and the earth Fae were and generally babbling about where they were going to explore next.
As they stood outside the room looking in, Drew was brought back to real space and time by a hard smack on his ass, and the feeling of Targets claws extending on his right ass cheek.
"Tell both daughters how happy you are to have them together. Ask them if they need anything from us, and when they say 'no', take me to our room and fuck me until I scream," she whispered in his ear as she bit his earlobe.
Drew just chuckled and reached down and grabbed her left ass cheek, "Yes dear"
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Face down with plasma rifles to the back of their heads gave pause to anyone fighting back. That is how an insurrection dies.
The group of 'bodyguards' were lined up on their knees with hands behind their heads. All weapons had been removed and several had been gagged when they refused to shut up.
Their bosses were handled somewhat more demurely, well not really. Drew felt lucky that no one was hurt during the action.
It had not started out quietly and would not end quietly. But at least the day started with a beautiful sunrise.
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Drew was leaning on the filigree stone guardrail at the edge of his balcony. Sipping tea as he watched the colors change in the far distance. Target silently walked up to him wrapped in her warm robe. She slid into his arms. He pulled her in close so they could kiss and cuddle in the morning light.
"It's going to be an interesting day for you, my Lord Drew. I wish I could be there by your side."
"We talked about this. You can help me best by sitting your cute ass in our Corvette overseeing the airspace as we 'convince' the 'Odessa' to give up quietly. The Russian mafia does not normally play by our rules, so I presume they have some alternate plan to get back to their colony."
He stopped to breath in her scent, "So I expect to find some cargo hauler somehow armed and somehow under their supervision."
"I want you in the meanest, nastiest little ship I can think of. 'The mouse that roared' seems to fit that bill quite nicely. I am glad it was on-planet for that upgrade. I need you safe."
He thought about that little craft, now all detailed out with 'sharks' mouth' and door emblems of battles and ships taken. They had kept his name off the ship, as requested, but there was a jolly Roger painted outside the port where the captain's chair was, in honor of his father.
Drew pushed her away from him so he could look into her eyes. She was smiling, a small soft smile, but he took it in his hand, under her chin, so their eyes could meet.