With a silver cane in one hand that she hardly needed anymore and a carafe full of coffee in the other, Diana circled the table, offering to top off half-empty mugs. At the same time, Ben and Inta busied themselves behind the kitchen counter, whipping up waffles, bacon, and eggs for anyone who wanted it.
Frase, fascinated by the daily ritual, found an unoccupied counter in the kitchen area to prepare the Toparian's simple breakfast of tofu-like Dram for the Grove members scattered around the table. Her attention frequently wandered across the kitchen to the silver girl and her peachy ass that wiggled while she worked. Ever since she had 'earned her silver', as she put it, officially bonding with Inta, Frase had stuck near an instance of the silver girl as often as she could, pressing her to 're-affirm' her bond as frequently as she could sneak the silver girl away.
Knowing she was being ogled, Inta turned her head and glanced over her shoulder, giving Frase a wink and mouthing the words silently, "later," with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
"You're getting around pretty good now," Will commented on Diana's mastery of her new limbs, "you hardly need that cane at all."
Diana gave Will a proud smile. "Inta says that I've almost completely integrated with it. She thinks it might be complete as soon as a week." After Diana finished pouring coffee for everyone, she set the carafe in the middle of the table and then sat in an unoccupied seat to eat her breakfast.
Taking a small bite of bacon, Diana chewed and swallowed dantily. "Inta said I should practice my control as often as I could, and since my manual dexterity isn't quite to where it was, before," she paused a moment, leaving the rest unsaid, "I've decided to wait on the charcoal sketches and try my hand at sculpture. Wanna see?" she asked, to which the whole table responded in the affirmative, excitedly.
Diana held out one silver hand, palm up, and closed her eyes in concentration. A silver stem slowly sprouted a few inches from the center of her palm. The top of the steam rippled and blossomed into the petals of a rose as silver thorns adorned themselves along the stem. She opened her eyes to the sounds of 'oooh' and 'ahh' from everyone at the table. Diana's face lit up, beaming with pride.
"Well done, Sweetheart, you've come so far," Inta told her encouragingly. "Do you want to try and take it to the next level and give it some color?" she asked, encouraging her to stretch herself even more.
Diana closed her eyes again, focusing hard. As they watched, the silver of the rose petals slowly softened into a metallic pink. Diana opened her eyes and gave a little frown, but Inta reassured her immediately.
"That's fantastic, Honey! Form is one thing, but coloration and texture are very difficult. It takes a lot of practice. It's amazing that you can do so much so soon!" She walked behind Diana's seat and leaned over her shoulder to demonstrate what was possible. She reached over, hugging with one arm and caressing Diana's silver arm with the other, interlacing her fingers with Diana's. The skin of Inta's whole body shimmered and took on a beige tint, matching her skin tone to Diana's natural skin, her hair the exact shade of brown as Diana's. The only visible sign that Inta wasn't human was the soft blue glow of her eyes.
"You'll get the hang of it soon, I promise," Inta told her as she faded back to all silver. "Then you'll be able to look like how ever you please." Diana smiled at Inta's encouragement, then hugged the silver arms that hugged her.
After everyone had finished breakfast and sat around sipping their coffee or tea, Thea strolled in, looking a little bedraggled and sleepy, wearing a permanently etched grin. The others around the table grinned at one another, waiting for Thea to sit before giving her the third degree.
She pulled out a chair, and as she sat, her grin was momentarily punctuated with a slight grimace, which bloomed into an even larger smile.
June leaned forward with a shit-eating grin on her face. "Okay, spill. I want all the gory details."
Before Thea could respond, Ben asked from the kitchen as he cleaned up, "You want any waffles or anything?"
"No, that's alright, just coffee, please. I already had breakfast with the Boys," she said, as her smile brightened a kilowatt or two.
"Oooh, now it's 'The Boys'," June said, practically bouncing in her seat. "Tell me everything; what was it like?"
"Like being caught in the center of a fuck-tornado, the epicenter of a seven-point-oh my god, on the sexual Richter scale. If I'm being honest, it was as good as Inta's two day fuckfest on the Dallas, if not better." Thea's eyes focused off into the distance, remembering the previous night's activities.
"You all certainly made a mess to rival the one on the Dallas," Inta said, smirking, as she plucked a bit of what looked to be white rubbery latex from Thea's hair. "It took me nearly an hour to clean up after you all went to breakfast."
"DETAILS!" June demanded emphatically. "I want you to describe every juicy moment, blow by blow," June said, fully aware of the double entendre.
"I can give you a video playback," Inta said, then turned to Thea, "If that's okay with you, of course." Everyone at the table was well accustomed to the knowledge that Inta saw everything that happened on the ship, plus the fact that just about everyone seated at the table had been intimate with everyone else at the table made them all comfortable with each other's tastes and proclivities.
"Absolutely," Thea agreed enthusiastically. "I'd love a chance to watch it again from a different perspective," she said, knowing it was only family at the table, "And I'm sure the Boys won't mind; they're very communal, in that way."
An empty wall behind the dinner table displayed a view of the Caimar sleeping quarters, so half of the seated people had to crane their necks to see. The room started empty, but then a crowd of Caimar engineers rushed into it, bearing Thea aloft. Breakfast coffee and tea were sipped quietly as every set of eyes watched Thea being attended to lovingly by the randy engineers.
Inta artfully cut and edited the recording of the action, capturing the event's flavor as it unfolded, as the crowd writhed and worshipped the object of their collective desire. As Thea, on the replay, was encased again in solidified cum, Ben scratched his chin, pondering. "I wonder what evolutionary advantage that gives them?"
Thea smiled dreamily, "Zarvok told me it has to do with how 'agressively feral', his words, the Caimar women become during mating. As he tells it, the women in charge of their society are the epitome of cool, deliberate, thoughtful reason when making decisions impacting matters of State, but in the heat of passion, they literally go wild. Over the eons their ejaculate evolved to provide a sedating effect, while physically restraining them as it hardened. Otherwise, half the male population would be crushed to death beneath a sexually rampaging female."
"I know the feeling," Will said jokingly, which earned him several playful punches to the shoulder by the women seated nearby.
