Page 25 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

Kass is wrapped around her leg like some sort of clingy animal, shaking slightly. He doesn't do well with loud noises.

I watch with affection as our mate mindlessly pats him on the head, maybe treating him more like a pet than a mate, but it seems to be working, nonetheless.

“You are not cursed, Margaret,” Owiin says gruffly. “We must believe that fate has a reason for bringing you into our liveswhen they did, and I firmly believe there's a reason we had to go through all the confusion of the last few days. It's going to teach us something valuable, we just have to be patient to figure out what.”

She takes a deep, calming breath. “Okay, so how long are we stuck in this thing? Do we have a plan? Where are we even going?”

“We could simply go where we were already planning on going before,” Owiin suggests. “If it doesn't work out, we can try somewhere else. Might be better to have a destination in mind before any sort of search parties exit the space station.”

“I think I'm beginning to see why your race has such problems finding mates that they needed to recruit from my planet. This is crazy; you know that, right?”

I'm not sure if anybody else is thinking it or not, but it's definitely on my mind, so it's likely on theirs as well. “I guess halting the bond completion isn't as important anymore. Unfortunately, now that we have no obstacles to being intimate, there's no one here to teach her what to do. And our molds!” I whine in exasperation. “We lost them! Now what will we do?”

My triad partners look glum about this news as well, and this is likely going to set us back even more with our Margaret.

“If only we had an expert on board about how your bodies work, and an expert on board about how women's bodies from earth work. Then we wouldn't need a third party at all to talk to us about how to put tab A into slot B.” Our eyes fall to our feisty mate as she taps her chin, looking out through the window at the top of the vehicle.

“But humans have always gone through a course. It's important!”

Owiin points at me in agreement. “If it was easy to figure out, the kruul would never would have instated the classes. We'll try our best, but it's likely to be a poor substitute for what you could have learned. There's going to be a lot of fumbling, and a lot of frustration. But Adeema is right that it's only in our best interest now to strengthen our bond as fast as we wish. The tighter we are as a unit, the safer you'll be wherever we go, Margaret.”

She rolls over, pulling Kass up to her level so she can wrap around him. She buries her face in his chest and then pulls the blankets over them both, forcing Owiin and I to scramble backwards as much as the space will allow.

“Whatever. Personally, I think it's all bullshit and that I could figure out quite well on my own what to do with all of your golden dicks, and saying we needed help was just stupid propaganda by your kruul to make you think your equipment needed extra special care. You are vastly underestimating the determination a human has when we want to be dicked down. There's too much happening out there,” she says, waving her hand around the outside, meaning space and everything else. “I'm going to sleep, and I would prefer to do it without any more air sirens. If you could make that happen, I would be grateful. If you need me or Kass in the next few hours, no you don't. I'm claiming him as my sleep partner.”

I try to hold back my laughter, I really do. The problem is that the tone of voice she uses to say all this in makes it all so unintentionally funny that I fail greatly.

Her head peeks out over the top of the blanket and she stares at me with a significant amount of aggression, which only makes my shoulders shake more. The tension that has been rising within me over the last rotation or so begins to lessen. We're out in the middle of space, unsupervised with our beautiful mate.We’re safe, we have a course of travel, and nothing but time to waste until we get there.

I quickly lock in our new coordinates, set the ship to autopilot, and crawl in behind Margaret. The space is awfully tight with the four of us in here, but it's comfortable enough.

I'm on the edge of sleep when her soft hand reaches behind her and grabs onto my dick, petting it like she was petting Kass’ head earlier. “Just making sure he knows he's being a good boy,” she says sleepily. She starts to breathe deeper shortly after, and I know she's fallen asleep.

“I suppose we should have known when we first met her over that video call that she was going to keep us from ever getting restless or unable to find entertainment,” Owiin whispers.

I yawn and add my own musings. “It’s true. She has a gift for turning mundane occurrences into memories. Thanks be to the fates for giving us exactly what we needed.”

Maybe there isn’t much that’s mundane about everything we’ve had to endure since meeting Margaret, but it is wonderful, nonetheless, to have a partner that can be exposed to just about anything and still find a way to be adorable and make us smile.

Getting your home station taken over is something every Violetian knows is a possibility, because unfortunately it is somewhat common. We are raised not to panic if things unexpectedly change, but to focus on where we need to get to, and to keep our mate protected while we do. This wasn’t the first time we’ve had to flee the station for safety, only to return later when things were calmer.

So no, my triad and I aren’t too stressed out about our current situation, and Margaret’s mild attitude about it all only makes it easier to stay relatively calm. There will be many uncertaintiesin the days to follow but knowing we're going somewhere with more of our kind makes the transition easier.

It's not as if we had lots of belongings on the station that we will miss until we can potentially return, our race is one of little material attachment. For us, it's having a place where our triad is safe that is most important.

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A subtle vibration pulls me from sleep, alerting me that we are approaching our destination. It's been many earth hours since our departure, but Margaret is still asleep. Her body will require more rest as it begins to change, so we don't wake her.

I put up my headset on, knowing the planet we're approaching will be contacting us shortly to ask for our identification. It seems the intel we received about the station so far is accurate, because explaining our situation is short work, and they are quick to grant us access to their main port.

We land smoothly, and Owiin wakes up the sleep tousled Margaret with kisses spread all over her face. He kisses each of her little freckles, something that makes her smile.

“Are we there?”

“Yes, but we don't know exactly what to expect here,” Kass tells her in a soothing tone. “They gave us permission to land, but we need you to keep it in the back of your mind that there's a possibility we might need to come right back to this escape pod if the station is not as safe as we're hoping it is.”

She yawns, covering her mouth “I'm just going to assume I have no idea what's happening, and then I should be good no matter what. Does that work?”

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