Vandread Fan Fiction ❯ Vandread: Seed ❯ Popularity ( Chapter 4 )
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Vandread: Seed
By: A-Z Mark II
Disclaimer: you know it by now.
Chapter 4: Popularity
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Hibiki yawned as he stood under the shower nozzle in the men's quarters. It had been a week since he woke up with Dita on one side and Misty on the other. Since that day, he had spent exactly one night in his own bed. And that had been last night. I didn't know how uncomfortable that bed is until now. he mused, washing his hair.
Fortunately for the young man, not all the nights he had spent in one or the other of the girls' beds had involved sex; at least twice, the girl had simply done something they called `cuddling' with him. While nice, it was not as enjoyable as sex, though he was beginning to see the attraction in it.
“Well, if it isn't the vanishing man.” came Bart's voice from behind him. Hibiki snorted disdainfully.
“Coming from you, that's a compliment.” he replied. Bart blinked. Hibiki had been changing lately, and Bart was feeling jealous of the third-class citizen. Though he was a second-class citizen, and therefore a superior to Hibiki, he couldn't help but feel
that Hibiki was surpassing him at every turn.
“Hey, what exactly do you do when you're with the women?” asked Bart. Hibiki paused. While neither Misty nor Dita had said anything about not telling anyone, he got the distinct impression that he wasn't supposed to talk about it. He could only hope that Dita and Misty did the same.
“We…talk.” he said, trying for an off-hand tone. Bart blinked.
“All night?” he asked skeptically. Hibiki shut off the shower and grabbed his towel. Drying off, he walked toward his bed and his clothes.
“Yeah.” he said simply, swiftly getting dressed. Bart fished out his box of food pills and tossed a couple in his mouth. Chewing them, he tried again.
“You just talk, huh? Then why…?” he began, but Hibiki interrupted him.
“I have some repairs to make to my partner, Bart.” he said, exiting the room. Bart tossed in a couple more pills.
“Talk. Yeah, I don't buy that.” he muttered. What could he be doing all night in a girl's room, though, if not talking? It's not like a man and a woman could do anything else! Is it?
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Meia was relaxing in the Jacuzzi after a workout. Looking over at the massage table, she spotted Jura, and to the left of the massage table, Dita was sitting beside Misty as the two got some skin care done. Barnette dropped into the Jacuzzi beside her a moment later. Meia glanced at her subordinate and gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement.
Turning her eyes back to Dita and Misty, she considered the two. At first, it had seemed that Misty would be the first girl that Dita disliked, due to the new-comer's attraction to Hibiki. But that had changed a week ago, and now the two were close friends. Meia wanted to know what had happened. That it involved Hibiki was clear to the blue-haired girl. How it involved Hibiki was not clear to her.
“What's got your attention on Dita?” asked Barnette from beside her. Blinking, Meia turned to look at the green-haired girl.
“What do you mean?” she asked. Barnette smirked.
“You have been watching Dita and Misty like a hawk for the last week. What gives?” replied the other pilot. Meia wondered how to answer that one.
“Just keeping an eye on her - nothing more.” replied Meia a heartbeat later. “She's been improving rapidly, but she is still the youngest and least experienced of the Dread squadron.” she reinforced her excuse.
While not convinced that that was all there was to it, Barnette let it go. “Whatever.” she mumbled, leaning her head back. Barnette had other things on her mind than wondering why the calm, cool Meia was suddenly worried about Dita. It's not like the ditz is in any danger as long as she is combined with Hibiki; her Vandread is the most powerful of them all. That thought sobered her up, and she once more considered the issue at hand. Hibiki. I knew that men would be trouble. she thought irritably. Jura had been pushing for her `seed' lately, and she was still trying to figure out how to get it.
Across the room, Jura was thinking the same thing. She had some idea of what she was after, but wasn't sure how to use it when she got it. Three times in the last week, she had started to ask the doctor if he knew, but always reconsidered at the last moment. Five times, she had started to ask Misty, but again, she had reconsidered, as Misty was hardly ever alone, and she didn't want some other girl stealing her idea to become the heroine of Mejere.
A ways away from the blonde, Dita and Misty were talking of small stuff. Misty had discovered that Dita was as good at listening as talking, and while that trait was rare enough, the red-headed had displayed her genuine interest in Misty's thoughts, opinions and situation. If she had had doubts about befriending the Dread pilot before, she had none now. Besides, Dita was surprisingly good in bed, too.
“Hey, Dita?” said Misty, remembering a mental note to herself from the night before.
“Yeah?” came the immediate reply.
“How about we have a picnic in the bio-dome for lunch today?” she suggested. Dita giggled.
“Sure! Do you think that Hibiki would like to try chicken rice?” she wondered. Misty smiled at Dita.
“If it's food, he'll like it!” she laughed. The two fell to planning their menu. Misty planned more than that, though. She wasn't the only one. Barnette had heard that exchange, and so had Jura.
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Duero was studying the data chip that Hibiki had thrown at him weeks before. He still couldn't decipher it. More tellingly, neither could Parfet. Right now, the doc and the head engineer were sitting in sickbay. One of Parfet's engineers had taken a spill when upgrading the Reg auto-arm system, and he had just finished treating her. Though not seriously injured, she would be resting and healing for the next couple of days.
As had become their habit, the two hung out. Parfet was not sure what the attraction was, but she liked being around the doctor and kept finding excuses to be near him. Such a convenient excuse was the data block in the doctor's hands. “So, even trying to translate it to our language didn't work, huh?” she commiserated. Duero shook his head.
“No. But the fact that the translation program showed that it wasn't readable tells us that this thing isn't damaged.” he mused. “It is just in a form that we can't read.” he reflected. “So, logically, all we need to do is find a way to change it into something that we can read.”
“Reasonable, but I was wondering if you could tell me why Hibiki has such a thing. It's not like your data card or Bart's, right?” she asked. Duero was snared by this observation.
“Come to think of it, it isn't.” he answered. Withdrawing his own data card, he slipped it into the reader, and immediately, his information came up. Withdrawing it, he frowned at it. “This machine is from Mejere, right?” he asked his strange shadow. Parfet nodded. “Why can it read mine and Bart's cards, but not Hibiki's card?” he wondered. Parfet reached into her top and pulled out a smaller data card.
“Let's try something.” she said, handing the card to Duero. “Put my card in the main reader.” she said. Duero did so, and immediately, the blue screen displayed her information, including a full-body 3D image of her; naked. Duero felt that odd feeling he got whenever he saw Parfet in various states of undress. To a much less degree, he felt it when working on any of the girls, but with Parfet, it was infinitely stronger. Her voice pushed that thought to back of his mind as she continued her instructions. “Now, put your card in the secondary reader.” she continued. Duero did so, the screen splitting to display the two sets of data side by side.
“What now?” he asked. Parfet smiled at him.
“Now, let's experiment!” she giggled. Moving to his side, she swiftly touched the control panel, directing the machine to do what she wanted it to do. A moment later, she straightened and crossed her arms under her breasts. “Let's see if this works.” she smirked at him pleasantly.
As usual, Parfet was wearing her baggy coveralls, but had the top peeled down to her waist, the arms tied, leaving her bare-chested except for the black chest cover the girls wore for `support'. When he had asked what was being supported, the girls had given him strange looks and refused to answer. Duero had always found it hard not to look at Parfet when she stood like that.
On the screen, the computer had several sub-screens open, and data was scrolling past at a tremendous rate. While it was too fast and too mixed for Duero to follow it all, Parfet was nibbling on her lower lips and nodding to herself as she scanned the screens. “Thought so.” she said a few moments later.
“What did you think?” he asked the engineer.
“There is a common structure to the data that is on both your card and mine. But Hibiki's is different for some reason.” she announced. “The machine can translate either of ours, but not his. Did he ever tell you where he got that card?” she asked.
Before he could answer, the master alarm went off, and Celtic's voice was yelling that a Harvest Mothership had ambushed them. Over the din, Meia's voice yelled for the Dread squadron to scramble, and the Nirvana was instantly a hotbed of running people. Parfet started to say something to Duero, but shook her head, sprinting for Engineering and her assigned battle station. As she exited, Paiway entered the sick bay. Duero tossed his overcoat over the back of the chair at the main station and looked at his `nurse'. “We best get ready.” he said to her, his voice a bit deeper and calmer than usual. “If they caught us flat-footed, we're going to be busy.”
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Bart frowned as he `sat' in the helm. In front of him, he watched the Dreads returning to the hangers, but of more interest was the new Vandread that had just been born. Dubbed the `Super Vandread' by the bridge crew, it had been formed when all three Paksis-modified Dreads had tried to join with Hibiki's Vanguard Special at the same time when the Mothership's main cannon had clipped the shuttle as it was re-arming the Dreads in combat. With half the ship burned away, there had been a garbled call from Gasco, and the four had jumped at the ship, combing as they went.
When the light of fusion faded, the Super Vandread stood in front of the nearly-destroyed delivery ship. When the cube types had fused into a fake Nirvana, the combined might of the new mecha had simply obliterated it on the spot. The four had proceeded to tear through the Mothership on its long axis from nose to stern, burning everything in their path. When the huge ship had blown up, the smaller types went dead in space, and the Dreads had mopped them up.
Barnette had managed to get into the shuttle and retrieve Gasco, who - following standard Mejerian Space Force training - had been wearing her adaptive combat suit. While the shuttle was damaged beyond repair, the Nirvana had a spare, and Gasco was alive. Other than some broken ribs, a few cuts and some burns, she was fine. Duero had treated her along with the other injured and she was resting in her quarters.
Seeing the Super Vandread separate into it's four components, Bart felt a distinct sense of inferiority. “Just how many tricks does that Hibiki have up his sleeve, anyway?” he groused to himself. Just then, a window popped open and Amarone smirked at him.
“Quite a few, it would seem.” she said. “Unlike you, who are about useless!” her window snapped shut on his retort.
“Bart,” came the Captain's voice, “we're done here. Get us back on course.” she ordered.
“Aye, ma'am.” he said, closing his eyes and willing the ship back onto course. As he worked at piloting the ship, he considered the situation with Hibiki and tried to find a way to learn Hibiki's secret. “After all, if he can do stuff like that, then so should I, right? We're both men, aren't we?”
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Hibiki was moving silently along the passageway. He wasn't on his way to the hanger, the dining room or the men's quarters. No, he was on his way to see someone. For once, Dita and Misty had been busy with other matters, and he managed to slip away un-noticed as Dita tended to her Dread and Misty was busy with reports for the captain. His vanguard was damaged as well, but that could wait.
Reaching his destination, he paused to look both ways before knocking on the door. From inside the room, he heard a voice answer, asking who it was. Hibiki steeled his nerves and answered. “It's me, Hibiki Tokai.” he said.
“And here I thought it might be some other Hibiki.” came the dry reply, the door unlocking. Swiftly stepping inside the room, he looked around. “So, what brings you here, Hibiki?” asked the occupant. “Looking to win back your money?” mocked the woman.
“Hey! I will win it back one of these times!” he replied hotly. His voice dropped a bit. “But I came here to see how you are doing.” he said. Gasco smirked.
“I've been hurt a lot worse than this, Hibiki.” she assured him. The tall, strong head of Register was sitting on her bed, her customary cape and shirt set aside and the shoulder straps of her work overalls tied around her waist. Her short ribs and arms were wound with bandages, and she had some smaller bandages on her neck and face. “A little thing like a shipment of missiles cooking off below me won't kill me. Nor will having a console blow up in my face.” she added. “Worried about me?” she teased him.
“No!” came his immediate reply. “Not really, anyway.” he amended. “It's just that the shuttle was wrecked, and I thought I should see how you were doing.” he finished lamely. Gasco lay back on her bed, grimacing at the pain.
“Well, I'm fine, as you can see.” she said. “A couple of days and I'll be right back at it.” she assured him. Wincing, she rubbed her hip. Hibiki watched her for a moment.
“Something wrong?” he asked her. Gasco glanced at him.
“Clipped the edge of the hatch when explosion blew me back from the controls.” she replied. “It feels like I bruised the bone in my hip, and now the muscles over it are cramping.” she replied. Hibiki hesitated, then spoke up.
“Can I…I don't know…help?” he wondered. Gasco quirked an eyebrow at him.
“You're not a doctor, Hibiki.” she noted. “But I guess I could use some help.” she said. “I'm planning on going to soak in the Jacuzzi for a bit, but I need to get out of these clothes. Give me a hand, will you?” she asked.
Swallowing hard, Hibiki nodded. “Sure. Sounds simple enough.” he replied. He began untying the shoulder straps of her coveralls. Once that was done, he paused to take off her boots, then grabbed the bunched material at her waist and slowly tugged them down, being careful not to touch her multitude of bruises and scrapes. As he pulled the coveralls past her hips, he noticed that she looked different down there than Dita or Misty. He hadn't realized that he was staring until he heard her chuckle.
“Surprised?” she asked. Hibiki blinked. “Women don't have those weird things between our legs. I always wondered how you men walk with that thing in the way.” she mused. Hibiki forced his eyes away from her groin.
“Well, I've always wondered how you women can keep your balance with those things on your chest.” he retorted, finding it hard to swallow as his dick began to harden.
“I suppose that's fair enough.” mused Gasco as he finished helping her get undressed. With some assistance from him, she stood and reached for a simple robe. “Walk me to the bath?” she asked him, smiling. I don't know why, but I feel calm around him; even more so than I do around most of the girls. Wonder why? she thought. Hibiki followed her to the door. “Oh, grab my basket.” she said. Blinking, he gave her a blank look. Gasco pointed to a medium-small basket on the edge of her dresser. “That.” she directed.
Taking the basket, he frowned at all the bottles, tubes, items and things in there. “All this is for a bath?” he asked her, awed. Gasco smiled at him.
“A girl has to take care of herself, doesn't she?” she asked rhetorically. Hibiki blinked at the basket.
“How could you possibly need all this stuff?” he asked her. “I mean, come on! It's not like there is that much to do in a shower.” he noted. Gasco sent him a thoughtful look.
“You've never seen our baths, have you?” she mused - more to herself than to him. “It could be educational.” she murmured. Hibiki sniffed dismissively.
“A shower is all a man needs.” he stated firmly. Gasco's lips twitched.
“We might change your mind.” she whispered to him. Before he could ask her what she meant, he heard a familiar voice. Gasco plucked her basket from his hands before he could drop it. “Well, I see you're busy.” she laughed. “Thanks for your help.”
“Yeah, any time, Gasco!” he called, sprinting off at top speed. A moment later, a red blur flashed by her. Three doors down the passage, she turned into the bath area.
“We might be able to change your mind, Hibiki.” she whispered to herself before easing her sore and abused body into a tub and starting the water jets.
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Man, I'm starving! thought Hibiki a few hours later. Dita had been as difficult as ever to evade, and Misty had been after him to resume that `picnic' thing that he, Dita and Misty had been in the middle of when the ship got ambushed. Now, he had finally managed to evade them, and had just finished his repairs to his Vanguard.
“Think I'll see what the women are having for supper.” he muttered, hearing his stomach rumble in agreement. Earlier, he had seen Duero and Parfet heading that way, so he figured that he would bump into the two of them in the dining room. As he made his way out of the hanger, he looked down and noticed that his clothes were covered in lubricant, grease and carbon from his work on the Vanguard. Being in the middle of a firefight can make a hell of a mess! he marveled. “Better change first.” he mused, altering course for the men's quarters.
A fast shower, some fresh clothes, and he was back on his way. Suddenly, he heard a commotion ahead of him, and seconds later, Bart slid around the corner, his lips swollen and red, his eyes watering and strange, choking sounds coming from his throat. dodging back against the wall, Hibiki watched him pass. “Hey! Watch what you're doing, Bart!” he yelled after him. “Wonder what that guy's problem was?” he wondered before shrugging. “Oh, well! Not like I care.” he dismissed it.
Half way to the dining room, he smelled a heavenly scent coming from the personal quarters. Sniffing, he began to drool. “Man, that smells good!” he said, unconsciously moving down the hall. Following his nose, he found himself in front of a door. Glancing at the small plate on the door, he frowned, not being able to read the women's language. Deciding to move back to the dining hall before he got into another situation like he had gotten into with Celtic, he had taken a half-step toward the dining room when the door to the room slid open.
“Oh! Hibiki!” came a familiar voice. “I was just wondering if someone could help us eat all this food that Barnette made.” said Jura. Hibiki unwillingly turned and looked, seeing the tall, elegant blonde in the doorway, and beyond her, a large pile of food on a small table. Sitting at the table was Barnette herself, looking a bit uneasy. “Won't you help us with it?” asked the blonde.
Hibiki got the strangest feeling in his spine. It wasn't about eating the women's food; no, he knew that Barnette was one of the best cooks on the ship, and often cooked to relax herself. It was the feeling that he was about to put his foot into a trap he couldn't get out of. He got another lung full of the mouth-watering small and decided that he could live with it. Stepping into the room, he missed the eager look on Jura's face as she locked the door, and was too busy eating to notice that Barnette keep shooting looks at Jura.
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In the men's quarters, Bart was feverishly drinking as much cold water as he could get. He had decided to try some of the women's food, and had snuck into the kitchen while that Dread pilot was just finishing cooking, and had managed to snag a bottle of one of their foodstuffs without being seen. It had seemed like a good idea, as he had seen the women use that stuff in many dishes.
Carefully opening the top, he had cautiously sniffed it. It had a sharp, but pleasant smell. So, he had crossed his fingers and taken a good swig of it. No sooner had it hit his tongue than it felt like he was breathing fire. Choking and barely able to breathe as the fire made it's way down his throat to his stomach, he had bolted from the kitchen. Behind him, Barnette had turned back to make sure that all the ingredients had been accounted for, but wasn't able to find the bottle of hot sauce.
“Jura, did see what happened to the hot sauce?” she asked her companion. Jura looked over at Barnette.
“Did you use hot sauce in these dishes?” she asked the green-haired girl. Barnette nodded.
“Well, yeah. You like it spicy, right?” she asked.
“Barnette, this isn't for me. It's so we can get that `seed' stuff, remember?” she reminded the shorter girl. Barnette managed a tight smile.
“Um, sure!” she agreed. So that's it! she thought sourly. Jura smiled at her as she stood and kissed Barnette's cheek.
“Well, let's get going!” she said excitedly. “The sooner we snare him, the sooner I can become a Mejerian hero!” Behind them, the half-empty bottle lay forgotten. It wasn't until the normal cooking staff came in half hour later that one of them noticed it.
“Boss! It looks like we're almost out of hot sauce!” she called to the kitchen boss. The woman in charge of cooking for the crew crossed to her and took the bottle, frowning as she did so.
“Who would use that much Hunan and Thai pepper juice in a dish?” she wondered.
In the men's quarters, Bart sneezed, causing him more agony as his scorched throat and tongue were abused by the sneeze. Maybe I should ask Duero for something to help me with this pain. he thought, unable to drink any more water, and his mouth, throat and stomach still burning.
“How does Hibiki eat that stuff all the time?!” he wondered. “He's got to be some kind of man's man to take this so eagerly!”
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That was some good eating! thought Hibiki as he pursued the last scraps of sauce around the plate. “Ah!” he sighed, catching his prey and devouring it. “You are an incredible cook, Barnette!” he complimented her. Barnette started to smile, before looking away.
“Well, yeah!” she said distantly. Jura smiled from beside Hibiki.
“Say, Hibiki?” she said, causally dropping her arm around his shoulders as Barnette took a seat next to him on his other side. Thus bracketed, he was trapped. “You know, I was wanting to talk to you about that `seed' stuff again.” continued Jura easily. Hibiki froze for a second.
“Again?” he echoed her. “Didn't I tell you that I don't know about anything like that?” he retorted. Jura smiled at him.
“Well, you might not have known then, but you do now.” she purred. “As a matter of fact, you've been giving your seed to Misty and Dita, haven't you?” she whispered into his ear. Other than a twitch, he didn't react.
“What makes you think that?” he asked, his tone almost even.
“We saw you.” supplied Barnette brutally. Her curiosity finally got the better of her and she just had to ask. “Does it…really feel as good as…those two act like it feels?” she wondered, feeling herself grow warmer.
“It feels good for me.” replied Hibiki honestly. “But why don't you ask them how it feels? They're women, so they'd know how to answer your question.”
“Well, we're more interested in the seed than in how it feels.” admitted Jura with shocking honesty. “So, how about you thank us for the meal with some of your `seed'?” she suggested reasonably. Hibiki swallowed, feeling his dick stir.
“Just a minute, Jura…!” he tried.
“It would be no different than doing it with Dita and Misty, you know.” reasoned Jura. “And really, Barnette and I are much more experienced than Dita.” she said. “Right, Barnette?” she asked her lover. Barnette wasn't so sure she should be making that bold claim, seeing as neither herself nor Jura had ever been with a man, and Dita and Misty had been with Hibiki several times that they knew of already.
“I…guess.” she managed. Jura sent her a look that clearly told her to play along. Silently sighing, she followed her lover's script like a lemming running for the cliffs.
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“I can't find him anywhere!” worried Dita. Misty sat down on the bed in Dita's room. The two had lost him before dinner time, and he hadn't show up in the dining room. So, they had gone to check the men's quarters, but only Bart had been there, looking swollen and miserable, so they had just left, ignoring his attempts at speaking.
Thinking he might be loosing to Gasco again, they had checked the Reg's office, but neither he nor Gasco was there. On a hunch, they had tried Gasco's room, only to find her resting alone. She had said that he had gone to do some work on his Vanguard earlier, but that was all she knew. Dita had stopped to talk with Gasco a bit, and had helped the older woman treat some of her injuries with some medicine gel.
When the two had left her room, they had wandered the ship, but couldn't find a trace of Hibiki. Eventually, they had ended up in her room. Dita started to pace, but Misty grabbed her arm and firmly guided the red-head down next to her on the bed.
“Pacing irritates me, remember?” she reminded the flighty girl. Dita nodded.
“I remember.” she assured her friend. “It's just that Hibiki could be trapped somewhere, or maybe Barnette has thrown him in the brig again, or…!” she began. Misty shook her head, pressing a finger to Dita's lips.
“We checked their quarters, and none of the girls said anything about Barnette going on the warpath again. So, he's probably hiding somewhere or we just didn't catch him.” she reasoned. “Don't worry, though, he won't stay away for long.” she smiled. Dita blinked at her.
“What makes you think that?” she asked her new friend. Misty just smiled.
“Let's just say that men are predictable.” she leered. Dita didn't seem to catch her meaning though. Misty shook her head. “Don't worry.” she simplified her reply. Dita nodded.
“Ok.” she agreed. After a moment of silence, she spoke again. “Misty? Do you want to try that thing tonight?” she asked, looking at her friend. Misty looked at Dita.
“You mean…that?” she prompted. Dita nodded. “I kind of planned to save that for when we were with Hibiki, as it tends to really get men going.” she noted.
Dita nodded in reply. “I know, but I've never tried it, and I want to make sure that I know what I'm doing before we do it with Hibiki.” she explained. Misty shrugged.
“If you're sure, Dita-chan.” she said. “But first, we should grab a bath and maybe a massage.” she said. “We'll need to be relaxed.” she added. Dita smiled.
“Ok!” she agreed eagerly. Misty smiled at her fondly. She might be two years older than me, but she sure doesn't act it! thought the girl. Still, that child-like wonder and unfailing optimism was a welcome relief from the pressures of being in her situation. The fact that Dita knew everyone on the ship was an added bonus in her quest for revenge against the Harvest.
As the two opened her door, they found Paiway there. “Paiway!” exclaimed the Dread pilot. Paiway smiled at her closest friend.
“Where are you two off to, ribbit?” she asked, her frog puppet/bag in front of her face.
“We're going to take a bath and get a massage.” replied Dita. The girl considered that for a moment.
“Can I come with you?” she asked, her tone oddly serious.
“Of course you can!” agreed Dita immediately. “Right, Misty?” she asked the other girl. Misty nodded.
“Sure.” agreed the newcomer.
“It's been a while since we took a bath together, hasn't it Paiway?” asked Dita as the young girl fell in beside her friend. The trio was bound for Misty's room, then Paiway's, to collect the other two bath baskets before heading to the bathing room and spa. Paiway was unusually quiet as she considered how to ask Dita what she wanted to ask her.
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Hibiki was currently kissing Jura. While not sure that he really wanted to do this, he was more than willing to entertain the option; at least, that's what he told himself. He admitted to himself that Jura was pretty, if in a kind of over-done way, and his time with her in their Vandread had given him a good idea of what she was like.
Barnette was another matter, however. He had heard that she and Jura were `an item' - whatever the hell that meant - and while pretty enough, she was most definitely not a fan of men. Even if she has warmed up a bit to us, she is still so…hostile! he thought fleetingly as Jura demonstrated that she was, in fact, more skilled than Misty and Dita. For all of that skill, though, Hibiki found himself missing the feel of Dita's lips. I don't know why, but it feels better with Dita.
And though he preferred Dita's lips to Jura's lips, his dick showed no such preference. Within minutes of Jura's aggressive advances, he found his co-brain was pulling blood from his main brain to the alternate brain. The tenting of his pants was not lost on either woman. Breaking the kiss, Jura leaned back a little and smiled at Hibiki. “So, you do like us!” she purred. I'll have his seed soon! she gloated silently. Barnette was staring at the man's groin in fascination.
“Well, I guess so.” allowed Hibiki, feeling his dick throb as he watched Jura's breasts shimmy in her slinky outfit. Seeing his attention was where she wanted it, Jura reached back and unfastened her outfit's only catch. Releasing the ends, she let it fall to her waist in a single fall, leaving her breasts bare and all but shoved in Hibiki's face. On the other side, Barnette felt herself growing excited. While it was mostly from seeing her lover getting naked, there was an odd sense of additional excitement from having Hibiki there.
“Mine are bigger than Dita's.” noted Jura in a husky purr, cupping her breasts. “And a hell of a lot bigger than Misty's.” she added unnecessarily. Hibiki compared the blonde's breasts to the mental images of Dita's and allowed that while Jura's were larger, they weren't as firm and shapely as Dita's, having a bit of sag - though not enough to make them unattractive. But then, I heard Misty call Jura an `old hag', so maybe that happens when women get older. he thought absently. The large, puffy, pink nipples pushed further thought from his head
Instinct - strengthened by his experience with Misty and Dita - had his lips fastened to her right nipple before he realized that his mouth was watering. His hand found and trapped Jura's other nipple. Both of the tall blonde's nipples were hard and full of blood, so when Hibiki gently pinched and rolled them between his fingers as his mouth sucked on and teased her other nipple, Jura moaned. As her arms closed around Hibiki's head, holding him to her impressive rack, Barnette felt a spike of jealously as she heard the arousal in Jura's voice. Just whose lover does she think she is?! thought the Dread pilot angrily.
Standing, Barnette hurriedly pulled her own skimpy clothes off, tossing them to the side before moving over to Jura and Hibiki. With almost-forceful pressure, she pushed Jura back onto the bed, Hibiki being dragged with her because she wouldn't let go of his head, and began to pull the last of Jura's clothes off. When Jura's minimal outfit hit the floor on top of her own, she paused, being less than sure how to get Hibiki's clothes off. Suddenly, she had an idea that would both solve the clothes issue, and give her the opening she needed to remind Jura who her lover really was.
“Hibiki,” she said, not noticing her quickened breathing and lust-tinged tone, “get undressed.” she ordered him. Jura still held his head to her chest, and Barnette almost growled as she grabbed Jura's arms and tugged on them, reminding Jura that she needed to let him up. The green-haired girl could have sworn she heard Jura sigh as she released him. Sitting up, Hibiki wiped his chin before he began to undress. As he stood to take off his pants, Barnette stepped past him, crawling onto the bed and on top of Jura. Once she was straddling the blonde's waist, she pulled Jura to her and slapped a kiss on Jura that literally stunned the blonde with its passion and energy.
A good half minute later when she released her lover's lips, she looked at Jura's green eyes and smirked as she saw the unfocused lust there. Humph! That'll teach you who your lover is! she thought vindictively. Had she been looking at Hibiki, she would have noticed the man's erection. It is possible that she might have had second thoughts, but then, she was not the kind that could back down once she had committed herself. Not that Hibiki had a monster cock, but it was larger than she had previously thought. Trailing a hand to Jura's naked sex, she felt the older woman's arousal.
The familiar touch of Barnette's fingers on her labia reminding Jura of her project, and she ran her own hand along Barnette's side, over her hip and along the bottom of the firm, tones ass cheek to the younger girl's pussy. To her surprise, Barnette was already getting wet. She had thought that she would have to play with Barnette a while before she got into the spirit of things. It usually took her about ten minutes of foreplay before she was wet enough to enjoy Jura's fingers in her passage. Now, she was sufficiently wet to allow Jura to gently ease a finger into her passage and tickle her G-spot. Barnette gasped, then moaned, rewarding Jura's practiced stroking with a flood of juice as the blonde's thumb tapped on her clit.
Judging that Barnette was wet enough for her to continue, Jura looked over to Hibiki to find him watching the two, his `antenna' pointing right at them. The woman blinked. That thing is bigger than it looked. she thought, a bit concerned. She had not seen it close up before, and it was bigger than it had been when the women had first hosed the men down, shortly after they were captured. Her mind recalled something that Misty had mentioned in passing. Didn't she say that those `penis' things got bigger when men got excited? Yeah, I think that's what she said, but still…will that fit in? she worried. A tremble from the girl in her arms gave her the solution.
“Barnette, dear,” she purred into the green-haired girl's ear. “you're such a sweet love to let me have my wish. I want to give you a little present for that, ok?” she asked the girl, who was coming down from a respectable orgasm.
“Wha…? Oh, sure.” slurred the girl, kissing Jura's neck and nuzzling the underside of Jura's jawbone. Looking over to Hibiki, she motioned him to get behind Barnette. As the man did so, Jura slipped her fingers free of her lover's soaked groin, absently teasing Barnette's puckered anus. Taking her free hand, she trapped the other girl's nipple and firmly pinched it just the way that Barnette liked, getting a high, long keening sound from her lover. Her soaked hand felt something hard and long, but soft and warm touch her hand and Barnette's sex. Realizing that it was Hibiki's…whatever it was, Jura sealed her lips over her lover's lips in case the other girl had second thoughts.
I hope he knows what to do now, because I couldn't see it clearly when I watched him with Misty. thought the blonde, squeezing Barnette's ass cheek. Fortunately for her, Hibiki was in more or less familiar territory now, and he knew enough to find the correct spot. He did pause to admire the Dread pilot's sex. It was neatly bare, and was glistening with her juices, the lips puffy and spread slightly. Easing his tip into position, he settled his hands on Barnette's hips and pushed forward, feeling her slick juice cover the tip of his dick. Easing back, he pushed forward again, the tip sinking into her passage. With the heat and tightness of her passage knocking all thought from his mind, he began to thrust into the green-haired girl aggressively.
Underneath the girl, Jura felt her lover panting and bucking as Hibiki hammered into her slick sheath. Apparently, it feels fine to Barnette. thought the blonde, feeling Barnette wrap her arms around Jura and pulled her close, pressing her breasts to Jura's. Well, if Barnette likes it, then I should have no trouble with it! she decided, liking the results of her test. Feeling some of her lover's hot fluid drip onto her own pussy, she vowed that she would have her baby with a man and become a hero of Mejere. Moving her pointer finger slightly, she pushed against Barnette's back entrance, making her lover writhe in her embrace. Smiling lasciviously, she poked her finger into Barnette's ass to the first joint and began to wiggle it.
Hibiki was pumping into Barnette as hard as he could, and was nearing his limit when the girl went crazy beneath him, her hips twisting and jerking sporadically. Looking down, he saw that Jura had poked her finger into Barnette's asshole. Blinking, he froze for a second, unable to think or move; but only for a moment. A spasm from his dick reminded him that he had other things to do than sit there and gape. Resuming his pace, he looked up a bit and saw that Barnette and Jura were making out like mad. For some reason, the sight of the two making out and the sight of Jura's finger in Barnette's ass undermined his control, and bare moments later, he pulled Barnette's hips as tightly to his groin as he could and blew his load into her As the final spurt emptied into her, he eased back, his flaccid member slipping free of her with a wet slurp!
Sitting back on his heels to catch his breath, he saw that Barnette's sex was twitching still, and Jura had pushed her finger deeper into the girl's back door. Watching the two, he saw Barnette's sex begin to seep their mixed cum onto Jura's neatly trimmed sex, which was right below her lover's sex. With the two of them pubic-bone-to-pubic-bone, the mixed cum was seeping from Barnette's happy twat directly to Jura's own aroused pussy. He felt his dick twitch at that sight.
Without realizing it, he had begun to creep closer to the two, studying the two closely. He had learned that - like men - the women had differences in their sexual parts. Not only were there noticeable differences in the things on their chests that they called `breasts', but their other parts were different as well. Misty had called that part of women several different things, and Dita had had a couple more names for it, but he liked the one that Misty most often called it. Jura's pussy has larger lips on it than Dita's or Misty's pussies do. Her thing at the top is larger, too. he noted, his dick getting harder. Barnette's is smaller and tighter, more like Misty's. Still, she wasn't as tight. I guess that makes sense if she and Jura put things in there. he reasoned, his dick hard again.
Seeing Barnette shudder, then weakly roll off Jura, he moved forward and kissed the blonde's nipples. “Mmmm.” hummed Jura, opening her eyes and smiling at him. “Ready for me?” she asked him huskily. Hibiki nodded.
“Of course!” he said cockily. And speaking of cocks… he thought, moving up a bit so he was between her spread legs. Wiggling his hips a little, he found her opening and pushed into her. With the woman's own juice, the mixed cum from him and Barnette and the relaxed muscles in her sex all together, he was able to bury himself in her to the hilt in one push. Jura gasped.
“God!” she breathed. She had never felt anything like that before. It was very different from fingers, tongues or pussies. Oh! The way I can feel it pulsing in there is driving me crazy! It's so big and in there so deep, but it feels comfortable! she thought hazily, hooking her legs around his hips. Hibiki began to pick up his pace as he moved his arms under her shoulder blades and got a good grip on her shoulders. With purchase and leverage, he was able to really slam into the blonde, and was only too happy to do so.
Grunting, settled into a steady rhythm and paced himself, finding her eager to make out with him as he humped her. She's not as tight as Barnette, Misty or Dita, but she's still comfortable. I should be able to last a lot longer with Jura. he thought. The build to release was indeed slower with the taller, older blonde. As he got closer, he gradually pulled her up until she was sitting in his lap, face-to-face, and bouncing madly on his cock. After nearly a half hour, he slammed up into her, holding her down as he blew his second load into her. Jura groaned as she felt him release in her before sealing her lips to his. For several moments, the two didn't move. When they did, Jura flopped back on the bed, Hibiki falling backward to catch himself on his arms.
“H…happy now?” he panted to the blonde. Jura smiled.
“I'll let you know.” she hedged. I won't be happy until I am pregnant by his seed! she thought to herself. Turning to look at Barnette, she saw that her lover had fallen asleep while she and Hibiki had sex. Still, the fact that the girl had a hand at her groin and her other hand cupped a breast told Jura that her lover had been masturbating as she watched herself and Hibiki go at it.
Hibiki caught his breath, watching Jura stretch before grabbing one of the numerous pillows on her and Barnette's bed and snuggling into it. Seeing that the two were done for now, he managed to get himself off the bed and into his clothes. No way am I going to walk back to my room naked! he thought indignantly. Pausing, he looked back at the two. Stepping back over to them, he tossed the folded blanket at the foot of the bed over them both before making his way to the men's quarters for a shower and then some much-needed rest.
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Dita silently entered the men's quarters, glancing at the other two `rooms' as they were, and seeing Bart asleep in one, and Duero's bed empty. Since they weren't why she was there, she turned her attention to the reason for her visit: Hibiki. For some reason, she was relieved that he was sleeping soundly in his bed, her hand-made `alien pillow' tucked firmly under his head. Moving over to his bedside, she silently watched him sleep for a few moments.
It had been a very odd and mildly uncomfortable bath with Paiway. Both she and Misty had been put on the spot by the youngest member of the crew, and had had to come up with some creative explanations of what was going on. The fact that Paiway had seen Hibiki with Misty had been a shock to them, and they had suddenly realized that they might have overlooked a key detail: that being that women were nosey and prone to gossip. Still, she and Misty had managed to handle the questions easily enough, and once they had managed to get away from Paiway, they had had an informal strategy session in the bio-dome.
Now that that was done, Misty was in her room asleep, and Dita was planning on the same thing, but she couldn't do that until she made sure that her `Mr. Alien' was back where he belonged instead of shacking up with some other girl. She flinched when the object of her scrutiny rolled over and mumbled a little. One word came through clearly to the girl, however: the one word she knew he said was `Dita'. He…thinks about me when he sleeps! she realized, feeling her face flush with pleasure.
Satisfied that she was first in his heart, Dita softly giggled as she bent over and kissed his cheek before all but prancing out of the men's quarters, nearly running into Duero on the way back. “Oh! Excuse me, doctor!” she chirped.
“Dita.” he nodded. “What brings you down here?” he asked, already suspecting the answer. Dita just smiled a bit more as she shook her head.
“Nothing, really.” she denied. Duero was sure that that could rightly be translated as `Hibiki'. “Well, I'm going to bed now!” she said happily.
“Have a good night's rest, Dita.” said the doctor. As the girl lithely turned to move toward her room, another thought occurred to him. “Dita,” he called after her, “tell me, would you be able to come by sick bay sometime tomorrow?” he asked her. Dita frowned.
“I guess, but I feel fine! Better than fine, in fact!” she added. Duero nodded.
“I just want to talk to you for a bit, if that's ok with you.”