Abigail woke with a foot in her face.
Her first instinct was to shove it off her, but she just laid there for a bit. Taking the moment in.
God, her life really had gone to shit, hadn't it?
She closed her eyes again and imagined her life a few weeks ago. She would wake wrapped in strong arms, a stiff slab of meat in between her legs. After some hushed whispers and light groping, Abigail would soon be hanging over the bed. Stuffed.
Breakfast was a thick sausage with even thicker gravy. For lunch, her insides would be mixed like a thick soup. Dinner was a heavy steak and for dessert, a cream pie.
Abigail opened her eyes and gingerly rolled out of bed, carefully setting the foot to her side. She looked down at the foot's owner, Shawna. Her bedmate was a beautiful black woman with a wild mess of black hair. She had somehow flipped ass over teakettle in her sleep, so her feet were on the pillows and her head was next to the footrest.
The bed was big, a bit bigger than a king, but not big enough. Shawna always made her way over to Abigail's side of the bed. This was the fifth time she had ended up with a foot in her face.
Abigail couldn't really blame her, their instinct was to cling to something warm and soft in their sleep. She had ended up on Shawna's side almost as many times as she had on hers.
Still, she sighed with frustration. She couldn't take much more of this. Abigail shuffled around the bed and put on some clothes. Nothing fancy, just a baggy shirt and some booty shorts. The room wasn't very big, the bed took up the majority of the room. It had been designed for one thing and one thing only: fucking until everyone passed out. There was a stand with some lube and towels, a dresser with some clothes in it and not much else.
Abigail looked down at Shawna's sleeping form for a moment and hovered in the doorway. Then she went to the kitchen.
The living room and the kitchen were a joint room, with a dining table kind of thrown in the middle. The kitchen was nice, if a bit cramped. It had a stove, toaster, microwave, dishwasher, refrigerator and an island with tons of cabinets. There were no sharp objects. All the utensils were made of soft plastic. Anything that needed to be cut was done with an electronic box called the dicer. Which was much more convenient than a knife, not that Abigail really knew what a knife was anyway.
She opened the fridge and stood there for a while, pondering what she could make for breakfast. Eventually she sighed and took the eggs out and turned on the stove. She threw some bread into the toaster and some coffee in the pot.
Abigail stopped and leaned over the counter. She rubbed her legs together. God, that party could not come soon enough. She really needed to get laid or she was gonna go crazy.
"Morning, dear."
Abigail jumped and whirled around. Shawna was standing right next to her, pouring a cup of coffee for herself. Abigail might have thought that she was just a quiet person or she was just distracted if not for that smug little smile on her face. And the fact that she had done it or similar things nearly every morning they had been assigned together.
"Stop doing that." Abigail took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair.
"And ruin our daily ritual?" Shawna blew the steam off her mug and smirked. "I'd rather die."
"I'd kill you myself if I could get away with it." Abigail tried for a joke.
Shawna didn't laugh, but she didn't look insulted. "Shame, that."
She took a seat at the table and crossed her legs. Abigail took this time to take in her outfit. She was wearing almost exactly what she had worn to bed, a crop top with no bra (Abigail could see her nips through her shirt) and booty shorts that reminded her more of a thong. They came up her midriff more than they went down her legs. Her hair was a mess and she hadn't bothered to put on any makeup.
All in all, they were dressed pretty similarly. But still, Abigail thought it was a bit much, especially without a bull present.
"I mean, how long's it been? Three weeks?" Shawna asked.
"Twenty-seven days."
"Shit. Keeping track, are we?"
"Aren't you?"
"Not that closely."
Abigail turned away and scrambled the eggs. The toast popped out. She threw everything on a plate and set it in front of Shawna. Then she started everything again.
"Thank you, dear. This looks lovely."
"Thanks."
Shawna shoveled some breakfast in her mouth. "And while I'm at it, you look good enough to eat yourself."
Abigail stopped halfway through cracking an egg. There it was again. She was flirting with her? Abigail could never really tell. She finished setting up the next batch and laughed awkwardly. "Uhhhhh."
Shawna laughed too, though it was less awkward. "Just yanking your chain dear. Although it is rather fun to see you get all hot and bothered."
Heat rose to her ears. "I'm not- you- This isn't- I like dick."
Shawna cackled mischievously. "Of course dear, so do I!"
What the fuck was happening? Abigail felt awkward, but not a bad awkward like some gross guy was flirting with her. Maybe because it was just funny, or it was just the fact that Shawna was a woman. Abigail didn't know, but she didn't have it in her to tell her to stop anyhow.
They chatted and joked a bit, Abigail finished making breakfast and the two of them ate together. It was kind of nice.
Then the door opened.
...
He looked like he had been through hell. The first thing to come through the door was a Quadrabead, but Abigail gave it little mind. Behind it was a bull, carried on a stretcher. Then of course, another Quadrabead. The fourth thing to enter was a Dramatian.
Shawna and Abigail stood up at the appearance of the blue skinned woman. This was potentially very serious.
She was short, even for a Drama Queen. Maybe four feet tall, no larger. Her short black hair was pulled into a high bun. Her orange eyes looked warm and happy.
Abigail also clocked that she was walking a bit funny. Must have gotten railed before she decided to deliver their male to them.
The male... Finally. Abigail looked down at him. He looked rough, but handsome. His body was covered in scars, and she noticed the two most prominent on his belly and his neck. The one on his abdomen was nothing. All males had it, but it looked very recent, red and irritated. The other one really caught her attention. It looked deep and honestly, lethal. He should have died from such a wound. Abigail's heart ached.
A more primal part of her brain tugged her gaze down to his crotch, which unfortunately had been covered with a pair of white undergarments. That bulge didn't look half bad though.
"Hello!" The Dramatian smiled shyly, "My name is Doctor Halquire. You must be Abigail and Shawna."
There was a pause. Shawna raised her hand and said, "Charmed."
Halquire's smile wavered. "I apologize for interrupting your breakfast, but the bounty we collected a few weeks ago for you has finally recovered!"
Abigail looked at the unconscious male. "Yeah. Recovered."
"Well, almost. He ah, didn't quite make it to your living quarters before collapsing." She got a bit purple in the face. "I may have pushed him a bit too far during examination, but when he wakes up he should be right as rain. Just take it easy for a few days."
Shawna looked back at her and they shared a moment. No words were said, but it went something like this:
Shawna: Seriously?
Abigail: Yeah.
Shawna: They finally give us a bull and he's fresh off the operating table.
Abigail: And he's not even from the ship. They took him off some planet.
Shawna: Jeezus. Do we have to deal with this?
Abigail: I dunno. Do you wanna make a big deal and wait longer?
Shawna: Probably not. Let's just see what he's like before we start to complain.
Abigail: Deal.
Shawna turned back around and Abigail said, "Thank you very much Dr. Halquire. It is most generous of you to deliver him in person."
Halquire turned more purple and smiled. "Oh, it was nothing. My pleasure really. By the way, the bull is part of an experimental branch of gubplites. Please send me a message if you find anything out of the ordinary."
She was speaking very quickly. At this point, the Quadrabeads had moved deeper into the apartment and returned without the bull. They followed Halquire out the door as she shouted excitedly, "See you soon! Have fun!" And the door shut.
Shawna looked back at her. "That was fucking weird."
...
The rest of the day went pretty much normally. Shawna left to go work out and probably masturbate, Abigail headed to the living room and turned on the T.V. to watch a show or two. The living room was very nice, nicer than her old place. The floor dipped down into a general sitting area that was covered in cushions. Abigail imagined that this was the place of pleasure for the previous residents, but she hadn't used it like that herself. Mostly she just watched movies and played a few video games.
She figured the male would come out soon enough, his big dick swinging from side to side. He would want her to relieve him and Abigail would be more than happy to oblige.
She couldn't help but think about how scrawny he was or the fact that he was covered in scars. He felt... damaged.
Oh well, a dick was a dick and soon she could get rid of this burning itch deep inside her.
She watched an episode or two. Then a season. She stopped to make lunch, Shawna popped in and ate (flirting with her again) then left. Abigail was halfway through her second season when she realized that it had been a long time since the male had arrived.
At first, she shook the feeling off. Bulls could take care of themselves. But it kept bothering her. Eventually, she paused the episode and walked down the hall. She paused outside the door to the bedroom, then kept walking. Down to the workout room.
She opened the door to see Shawna bent over erotically, stretching? Hm.
Shawna turned around casually, but Abigail could tell her face fell a little when she saw it was her. "Waiting for someone?"
She scoffed, putting her leg back on the floor. "Like you aren't? What do you want?"
Abigail paused. She wrung her hands and said, "Well... It's been a while since he got here."
"You're worried about him?"
"Kinda."
Shawna smirked, "Or do you just wanna sneak in there and wake him up?"
"No, no!" Abigail could feel her face start turning red. "I just wanna- it's been like over eight hours!"
Shawna laughed and started moving toward the door. "Alright, let's go see if he's still alive."
...
They entered the room cautiously, subtly poking their heads into the door. Abigail was taller than Shawna so she was on top.
The male was sleeping, they could hear him softly snoring. It wasn't super loud, but Abigail could hear Shawna mutter "Great," under her breath.
Abigail realized she was holding her breath.
"Oh this is ridiculous." Shawna walked forward and Abigail stumbled into the room unbalanced.
"Shawna!" She hissed.
"He's out like a light. Look." She reached over and poked his arm. The male didn't even move. "See?"
Abigail sighed with relief. "Okay. Still. You need to be more careful."
Shawna rolled her eyes as Abigail made her way next to her. They looked down at the male and sized him up. He was muscular, yes, but he was thin and lean. Almost sickly. Like he hadn't had enough to eat. Abigail remembered the scars, but now that she got a better look at him... wow.
