Trigger leaves the room, and I glance over at Twila. She’s smiling at me, and I blink.

“What?” I ask.

“I’m just happy for you and Trigger, and me.” Twila says. I nod. I can tell she’s much more relaxed from being touched, because I feel the same way. Twila reaches out and hugs me, and we stay that way for a minute or two.

I hesitate, then ask, “Would, would you show me how to, to touch you? You felt good on my body, and...” Twila smiles at me, also a little shy, then snuggles up to me.

‘Well, you know how to kiss, so… That part is easy.’ Twila thinks to me. I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips. She’s right, I do know how to do that part. I expected it to be different than kissing a boy, but it really isn't. ‘I’m the same as you, our bodies work the same. It’s just a different angle.’ Twila teases me shyly as she guides my hand between her legs. This part is familiar enough, and I begin rubbing her softly. Her lips part in pleasure as I touch her, and I give a tiny smile. I see movement out of the corner of my eye and bolt upright. Trigger has somehow returned to the room, and I was so focused on Twila that I didn’t see or hear him. I bite my lip, worried. Is he going to be mad that I was touching Twila? I duck my head, feeling like I was caught doing something wrong. Trigger steps towards me and gently draws my chin up to face him, then kisses me firmly. He takes a step back and sits on the cot Twila slept in last night.

“Don’t stop for me.” He says, smiling. I smile back, very shy now. Twila pulls me back to cuddle with her. She kisses me again and places her hands on my breasts, playing with them. I run my hands up and down her waist from her hips to her ribs, rather enjoying her skin, even as I feel bad for thinking it. I shyly lean in and kiss Twila’s neck, softly, trailing kisses down her shoulder. She pulls me in closer, so I assume that means she likes it, and I continue my slow gentle kisses. Twila’s hands drift over my body, stroking me from my shoulders to my hips. Her hands are gentle and soft and warm. I feel a different pair of hands shift us, then I feel a pair of strong fingers slip into me. Twila moans at the same time, and I glance down to see Trigger, naked, fingering us both. I tense up, my hands drifting down Twila’s arms to squeeze her hands. I see she’s having the same issue concentrating as I am. I whimper as Trigger continues, my legs squeezing together and relaxing over and over again. I can see Twila’s slightly darker legs doing the same thing beside me and I lean in to kiss her again. She kisses me back, firmly. My breathing picks up and I moan softly. Trigger continues fingering us until we both cum, Twila a bit before me. Then he pulls out, and kisses me firmly.

“Sorry, I couldn't restrain myself.” He says grinning, then sits down on the edge of the bed, watching us happily. I snuggle into Twila’s arms as she kisses me again. I glance over at Trigger, then shyly motion for him to snuggle up next to us. He quickly does so, pressing against my back with his arms around me and Twila. I can feel his aroused body between my legs, and we lay there, snuggled together for a few minutes. I reach out and gently stroke Twila’s breast and she leans in for a kiss. I happily give her one, content to be between my two best friends in bed, warm and happy. Twila reaches out to touch me. As she slips her hand between my legs, she bumps into Trigger. She raises her eyebrows at me.

‘How are you not fucking him already with that between your legs??’ She thinks and I grin shyly, shrugging. ‘If you aren’t going to, I gladly will.’ Twila finishes.

‘Go for it. I, I’d like to watch...’

Twila nods and separates us, pushing him onto the bed and slipping her body onto his. I lay beside them, claiming Trigger’s mouth with a kiss, then stroking his chest and neck softly, enjoying the strength I can feel. Twila rides him until he gasps and claws at me as he climaxes inside Twila. Twila slips off of him, but he’s still aroused and pokes at me.

“Your turn, get on, Love.” He begs me, and I gladly comply, mounting him and riding him hard. It feels so good, I stop thinking as his hands grasp my thighs, pulling on me. I feel Twila behind me, her arms around me, hands on my breasts and waist as she kisses my neck. I moan as she licks me, and Trigger’s hand glides up my leg to rub me. I reach climax seconds after he starts, but he doesn’t stop thrusting until he climaxes, and with the continued stimulation, I ride my climax the whole time until he does. He gasps, arching his back and I feel his fingers dig into my thighs as he climaxes deep in me. I whimper and lay down beside him, begging for his kisses. He kisses me over and over again, the fire in his eyes dying down as he comes off his high, and he snuggles me close at the end. Twila joins us, snuggling on my other side, and I pull her into our snuggle as well. After all three of us calm down a bit, I realize I’m starving. I sit up, but Trigger curls his body around me and I can’t bring myself to leave the bed quite yet. I stroke Trigger’s hair softly, my other hand resting on his hip. I take a deep breath and reluctantly stand up. Trigger’s eyes trail over my body, and I smile at him. I summon my replicator and ask Twila what she wants to eat. She shrugs, sprawled comfortably over the bed and Trigger. I make a taco in a bag for myself and a second for Twila. I glance at Trigger, wondering if he wants one as well. He shrugs, and nods, so I make a third for him.

“Umm… would you mind making silverware again?” I request.

Trigger smiles and holds out his left hand. The area above it glows, then three sets of silverware drop into his hand. I thank him and pick up one set, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Twila picks up another, and I pass them their food. Trigger attempts to sit up, shift Twila from his chest to laying on his lap, then starts eating. Twila sits up as well, rather quickly, looking almost nervous. I tilt my head at her, wondering what's wrong, but she shakes her head, dismissing it. We enjoy our meal, then Trigger lays back on the bed. I lay next to him, propped on my side, watching his face. He’s relaxed, and enamored with me as far as I can tell, his eyes are on me every moment he thinks I'm not watching him. Twila is sitting near our feet, and when I glance her way, she’s grinning.

‘What?’ I ask her.

‘You two are adorable and I’m really happy for you.’ She sends back, then hops up and finds her clothes.

“Wanna go explore the town for the rest of the day?” I ask Trigger, and he nods, pulling me in for another kiss before getting up. We both put on our morphing belts, and I choose a dress similar in style to the one I wore yesterday, a darker blue with dusky pink highlights for the ruffles this time. Trigger just remorphs the same outfit, sliding Justice into his scabbard. Twila finishes dressing a moment later, and Trigger unlocks the door, letting us through first. We walk out into the hallway and Trigger follows a moment later, locking the door and slipping the key into his pocket. He leads us downstairs, and with a nod to the woman running the bar, we walk outside. I slip my hand into Trigger’s arm again, and Twila does the same. We walk down the roadway, sauntering through town. We walk back through the marketplace and past the bathhouse. Nobody takes notice of us, and Trigger starts mind reading.

‘We are being noticed, it’s just that we blend in with everyone. People don’t care.’ I see a lot more of the small mechanical bugs, as well as some that look like dogs and monkeys, or maybe an equivalent here. They don’t quite match earth animals, but have the same ‘cute’ aspects that you’d find in most pets on Earth, with large glass eyes and small forms, encased in a pretty metal and glass shell. I notice with slight surprise that most of the pets are leashed in some form. I see one in particular that is tugging against its leash, trying to chase a jeweled bug, and I wonder just how alive these things are. We turn down another street, this one seems to be larger houses, more like my mansion in my pocket plane, and there are large iron gates in front of them. Bigger mechanical creatures are behind these gates, like giant dogs or bears. They don’t look like they’re kept as pets or for their “cuteness” though. More like a german shepherd or a doberman back on Earth. We take another few turns and find ourselves near what seems to be more of an alleyway, naked women lounge at the doors and try to lure in passerbys. I can feel my cheeks heating as I avoid looking at them. I glance up at Trigger, wondering what he thinks. He’s glancing around and guiding us out of there, a slight flush on his cheeks as well. We get out of there, and Trigger’s head snaps to the left.

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‘What’s wrong?’ I ask in my head.

‘Magic caster, but they vanished before I could get a good look, and the trace is leaving quickly.’ I tilt my head.

‘So, it’s just someone who can use magic, right? Were you hoping to talk to them, or why do you care?’

‘Magic casters are scarce on this planet, so talking to them might be useful, but they don’t seem to want to talk to us.’ Trigger responds, and I nod and shrug slightly, then snuggle in closer to him for a moment.

A few hours later, Trigger walks us back to the inn in time for supper. We sit down at a table in the main room. The meal tonight is fire roasted meat and vegetables with our choice of drink. The lady from the bar who checked us in is waitressing tonight, and seems to be paying special attention to our table, flirting with Trigger a little each time she walks by.

‘She’s definitely into me, that's clear from her mind.’ Trigger sends me after she leaves one time. I blink, trying to gauge his reaction, then decide to just ask. ‘Umm… how do you feel about that?’ He subtly shrugs.

‘I kinda like the attention, as it is flattering, but as to whether or not anything comes of it, is up to you.’

I tilt my head curiously at him. ‘Up to me because… you like-umm, I mean, love me?’ I ask shyly.

‘To an extent, yes, I feel committed to the two of you, and am definitely trying for an emotional connection with you, so I don’t want to break that. So if you want it to stay just us, say the word.’

‘That’s a lot of power you gave me, and I, I don’t want to say or do the wrong thing… I’m interested in being in a committed relationship with you too, and, I would prefer that we stay committed to just each other, and Twila, at least for now?’

‘That is a good attitude to have with that kind of power. I agree with what you say. Just you and Twila then. Not sure how I can give the waitress a flat no, but I can continue with a cold shoulder.’

‘I, I mean… I have an idea. If you’re ok with kissing me right now.’

Trigger smirks and as the waitress looks across the room at us, he kisses me firmly on the lips. I slide one hand behind his head as I kiss him back passionately. As the waitress comes back to the table, I slide my fingers through Trigger’s. The woman is still very professional and friendly, but has ceased flirting with Trigger.

‘Thanks, I guess I'll have to thank you properly back in the room.’ Trigger winks at me, and my breath catches.

‘No thanks needed, although I’m not turning down that offer… Thank you for being committed to us…’ I smile at him and I’m sure my cheeks color a bit. ‘So… out of curiosity, what was she thinking when she saw that?’ I tease.

‘Mild shock, then shame at flirting with a committed man, then a fleeting, and quickly squashed hope that maybe I’d still go out with her.’ Trigger tells me, and I stifle a smile.

‘Well, I feel bad for her, but I can’t say I’m at all disappointed about not sharing you anymore than I already do.’ Trigger smiles and squeezes my hand, then finishes his portion. Twila and I hurry to finish our portions as well, and we all leave the bar to return to our room. Once there, Trigger drops his belt and looks at me.

“Thank you for getting us out of the sticky spot with the waitress, now I can thank you properly.” He lunges at me with blinding speed and I feel my clothes leave my body, then the bed rises to meet me. Trigger is laying on me, staring deep into my eyes, and I tilt my face up to receive his kisses. He showers my lips and cheeks with them, his hands stroking my sides and upper arms, gently, so, so gently… It’s amazing, and I can feel myself melting as he continues.

“I, I love you…” I whisper against his lips. I didn’t plan on saying it, but it’s true, and it comes out without me thinking it.

“I love you too, darling..” He pins my wrists and hands them to Twila, then he opens my legs and kneels between them, his mouth brushing my waist… He gently kisses downwards, his lips leaving little electric currents where they touch, lighting up my whole body. His tongue trails over the last little bit before he places his hands on the insides of my thighs and sucks on my clit. His finger trails up my inner thigh, then slips deep into me, and he adds a second finger. I moan and soon climax as he touches me. He then slips his cock into me, filling me, taking me... He holds me at climax until with a gasping, moaning shudder, he climaxes into me.

“There, I have thanked you to the best of my abilities, darling.” He says, cuddling with me, Twila behind me. Twila nuzzles my shoulder, and I realize that she undressed at some point during Trigger ‘thanking’ me. I smile at her, reaching a hand over my shoulder, which she clasps in her own. I rather enjoy being between them, but I’m sure Twila wouldn’t mind having a turn with Trigger as well. Trigger smiles at the both of us, waiting for whatever we decide. I raise my eyebrows at Twila when she doesn’t do anything, and she smirks. I can tell she’s interested in doing something, and I nudge her playfully. She grins, reaches over me and starts running her fingers over Trigger’s stomach. He moves to a leaning position against the pillows, his legs apart. I snuggle up to him and begin kissing him tenderly, as Twila moves between his legs. I don’t think he notices until she takes him in her mouth, because he gasps when she does. He pulls me in with his strong arms, kissing me fiercely. I whimper at his excitement, grabbing his wrists and holding them over his head as I kiss him back. I know he could break free if he wants to, but he seems content to let me and Twila take over. I start kissing down his neck teasingly, nipping at him gently at times, knowing Twila is pleasuring him with her mouth. He moans.

“This feels so good you two… please don’t stop…” I smile and claim his mouth again, dropping one hand to his chest and massaging him slowly, playing with his nipples. Twila licks up his cock, then sucks on it like a lollipop, and he moans again, biting at my lip. I slip my tongue into his mouth and I feel pleasure run through his body in a wave as he climaxes again, releasing into Twila’s open mouth. She gently licks up his shaft, then slips herself onto it, riding him until he climaxes again into her. I hold down Trigger’s hands, watching as Twila rides him, hands on his chest. He moans, and I kiss him, then relax and watch them happily. Trigger climaxes for the third time tonight and Twila slips off of him, and nudges me.

“Take my place, and use that mouth of yours,’ she says breathlessly, sexual hunger burning in her eyes. I smile, then do as she says. I taste Twila and Trigger’s juices mixed together as I suck on my love. I quickly bring him back to gasping in pleasure and he climaxes in my mouth. I carefully lick his cock, cleaning it with my tongue gently, and he gasps, his body spasming again as I continue my light flickering touches. He reaches down, winding his fingers through my hair, and I allow him to hold me at his waist, controlling my head. After a bit longer, I crawl up and lay on top of Trigger, kissing the corner of his mouth. The three of us drift off to sleep in a warm snuggly pile on the bed. I fall asleep, and open my eyes in what I know is a dream. There’s a boy, I somehow know it’s Trigger even though he doesn't look quite the same. Twila isn’t there, and I feel nervous, like something is wrong. Trigger stares right at me, but he doesn’t smile. I feel myself taking a defensive stance, raising my hands in front of me. I guess we’re training, but my nerves don’t agree. Now Trigger smiles. It’s not as friendly as normal. He raises his hands and lets off three short fireballs at me. I deflect them all with wind and shields. I’m urging myself to run, to go invisible, to fly, something, instead of just standing there, but my dream self doesn’t. My body shifts and the dream fades as I hear Trigger, the real-life one, moving quietly around the room. He puts on his belt and remorphs his clothes, then slips out the door. I nuzzle back into Twila, falling asleep again, without dreams this time.