Josepha, Gwen, Serca and Michael piled into a transport from the base’s Transport Motor Pool. The eggplant-colored SUV took up a lane and a half of standard road.

Shil’vati, being practical, had installed enlarged roadways the size of airport runways from the western side of the Buckman Bridge all the way to the base. The transition was barely noticeable from bridge to runway. The sound of the rubber on beam had a slightly lower tone than the rubber on Shil’way, but once you got going, you barely recognized it.

The bigger difference was in vehicle performance. These Shil’mobiles had systems that connected to the road. Those systems could triangulate the location of the vehicle based on the system in the vehicle, the contact with the road and a transmitter connected to the base. They also told the base the vehicle ID, who the vehicle’s owner was (as long as they were registered with the Shils), tire wear and could mitigate charge loss on their electric batteries. The Shil’vati technology that allowed for electric-powered vehicles to stay charged could keep a driver on the road limited only by the amount of Shil’vati roadway between destinations. The elimination of greenhouse gases consumed by transportation use in itself could genuinely save the hothouse that was Earth.

Michael could not care less. He was feigning sobriety as best he could. It took everything in him to not let go and fall into the supple limbs and bosoms that were pressed unnecessarily against him in the spacious vehicle. The subtle jiggles surrounding him made him feel like he was in a jello mold.

This would probably propel people who were claustrophobic into a panic attack.

Sucks for them.

Though not everything jiggles in here, Michael noted as solid Shil’vati thighs made their presence known in the mix. Gwen and Serca made his seat belt redundant. There was no way he was going to move from his seat with their thick arms crossing in front of him. He had lost his mastery of Shil language in the transport. Or maybe their whispered nothings had no discernible language. It was simply the sirens’ call.

Their pressure was more welcome than their groping. Michael did his best to politely push away their purple mitts when they squeezed too hard. They had unbuttoned his plaid shirt and were reaching in for his nipples. Playing was fine, but when they threatened to pinch them off, he realized he needed to learn to set his boundaries. For a moment, he wondered if he’d done that to any of the women he’d groped.

His eyes looked forward in a moment of clarity. There was a driver. She looked back at him through the rear view mirror. There was no emotion on what he could see of her face. He imagined there might have been envy for the ladies’ having snagged a man. Whatever he imagined, it wasn’t pity for him. She would not be defending him should things turn south.

Michael didn’t feel like things would go south, but it was a sobering thought to realize that he was going into the lion’s den.

Then again, as fingers found his turgid hardness in the dark, what else did I have going for me?

Weird time to get introspective.

Was this the part when your life flashes before your eyes? Michael pondered as he unintentionally had a little death in his pants.

Fuck! These Shil bitches made me cum already? How? And how do I rebound from this?

Michael tried to control his breathing and ignore the cooling viscous fluid dripping down his leg.

No choice now.

Never give up! Never surrender!

Michael pressed back toward both girls. Fanning his hands up and down the midsections at both sides of him, his fingers catching individually between the separations in their abs. Gwen and Serca didn’t necessarily seem “cut” as it were, but they were still active duty Marines. He leaned in to nuzzle into Serca’s neck. Breathing her in, he opened his mouth to suck in some purple skin.

“Mmm, our man’s getting me all riled up…” Serca hummed.

“Ooh, me too,” Gwen squeaked as Michael’s hand snaked down to her crotch.

Josepha chimed in perturbedly, “Thank fuck we’re almost on base.” The actively engaged threesome dropped everything and looked to the other side of Serca. “Get me out of here.”

Passions cooled as all handsiness ceased. The transport turned in toward gate two. The driver flashed her ID at the posted officer. They passed through the checkpoint without fuss. The broad prisms that were the Shil dorms and offices on base were silhouetted by the lights of the Buckman Bridge. Michael hadn’t been on base before, even when it was still a Human base. He hadn’t realized the bridge and the base were so close.

Rune-y rune rune or whatever the fuck the Shil’vati words were meant that they were at their stop. Didn’t matter much to Michael. He needed to readjust his pants and get to a bathroom quickly.

The front door led to a common room where several other rooms branched out from; this must be the suite life, Michael thought as he beheld his new surroundings.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Michael asked, pointing at the many door options from which he had to choose.

Josepha grunted without any regard for the situation playing out for the other three or modesty “Shitter’s over there.” She headed to what must’ve been her room. She harangued the high heels from her feet as she went.

“Uh, just be a minute. Where do I need to go next?”

Serca and Gwen exchanged heated glances.

“You know what, I’ll let you two figure it out while I’m in there.”

Closing the door more loudly than he’d intended, Michael spun around a little too fast for his own good. He tried to muffle a burp and shuffled toward the nearest commode. There were multiple stalls that lined the wall opposite multiple sinks. Rushing past, he noticed that there was another attached room; from the sound, he could tell it was the showers. Suite community bathroom he thought as he reached down his pants to try to deglaze his member. His jeans didn’t fit well so he didn’t even have to unbutton. That was the curse of being overweight. Nothing really fit him anymore. Good enough. He thought as he pulled his hand out, rinsed it and chose a stall.

Sitting down to pee didn’t seem like a bad idea at the moment. His torso rocked back and forth involuntarily as urine flowed from his body. Middling with a thunderous fart and ending with a moan, Michael was finished.

As was the showering suite mate, “Nice one!” They called from the shower.

Michael’s entire face sprang open with shock and embarrassment. What should I say? A man on the Shil’vati base in a ladies’ suite getting props for a fart? Was there precedence for this?

“How’d the hunting go out there tonight?” The nameless Shil asked from the other room.

Michael got himself together and washed his hands. While the sink was rushing, he hoped it would mask his voice well enough to say, “Pretty good”.

Wet foot flaps slapped from the room opposite where Michael stood up to and around the corner.

“Pretty good my ass!”

Michael waved sheepishly. Suite mate had only half covered her front with her towel. She wrapped it around the rest of her, showing Michael a quarter moon before stepping out to the common room.

“You cunts snagged a man?!”

The conversation continued on the other side of the closed community bathroom door. Michael finished washing himself off of himself. Buttoning up his pants and shirt and checking his phone, he assessed himself. I’m good. A little damp in the crotch, but I couldn’t be the only one, he said to himself with a smirk. He took a deep breath and pushed the bathroom door open.

The mystery suite mate had vanished as quickly as they’d appeared. Gwen and Serca stood in their flannels. Only their flannels. Unbuttoned and seemingly without any undergarments, they smiled at Michael as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom. They grabbed him by each of his arms, practically picked him up and stashed him into a mystery door in the common room opposite of the bathroom. The picking up of him impressed Michael enough, but they also managed to bound him above instead of around a Shil’vati-sized couch, coffee table and chair.

Michael started to think he was inside of a plum. Everything was a shade of purple. All surfaces shone in purple: eggplant, violet, mauve, grape, lilac, jam, amethyst, mulberry, wine, magenta, boysenberry. He was released once they got into someone’s personal room. There were two beds on opposite sides of the room. There were desks with personal workspaces for each of the room’s occupants. It soon became obvious whose room this was. Michael glanced over and saw a longer Shil’vati native variant of Guinevere on one side and Serca on the other.

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Clearly this had been the arrangement from the beginning. Michael pondered what would have happened had things worked out for Mrs. Doubting Thomas, Josepha for just a moment. Before he could articulate the question out of his head, the girls had pulled his loose fitting pants and boxers down. The seemingly practiced tempo of them unbuttoning alternating shirt buttons was too fast for him to question. Before he could gather his wits, he was naked.

Gwen looked disappointed at the lack of motivation between his legs.

“Can we fix this?”

“I’m sure we can figure it out.” Serca grinned and unpeeled her top. The purple woman Michael was clapping his eyes at was stitchless. She swept her hair from it’s loose form to gather from her left side to a more right-heavy orientation. Her hair was long enough for the ends to tickle the ski slope that was the nipple on her right breast. Massive globes that could only exist in comic books from the nineteen nineties swung from her core. She’d changed positions from up on her knees on her bed to a slumped sidesaddle. The momentum of which bobbed her chest in an appealing rhythm.

“Oh sure,” Gwen nodded as she divested herself of her flannel as well. She didn’t have the perkiness of Serca, but her enthusiasm more than made up for aesthetic preference. She reached out to encourage Little Michael into action.

Michael dodged quickly. “We’ll, uh, try to get him going in a bit. The appeal the ladies seem to find in me is...dexterity.”

The women tilted their heads in stereo.

Michael massaged his forearms and wiggled his fingers.

“Here, let me show you. Lay down and turn around.”

Serca followed his command, curious. Michael scooted her a little further in on the bed and settled in like a big spoon. He twisted her head gently toward his so he could kiss her. He had to lift himself more than he was used to in order to avoid her tusk, but otherwise he was feeling good. Her lips pressed against his eagerly. He slid a hand up her stomach to measure her upper topography. First, though, he wrapped her arm up behind her so that her hand was on the back of his head. She pushed a little harder than he’d’ve liked into her kisses. He came up for air and she threaded her fingers through his hair, not hard, but enough to let him know she still had a hold of him. He measured her peaks and valleys: about a fully spread hand and a half’s length from her breast bone to tip. Her areolae were the width of three of his fingers. The actual erect nipple was just taller than his fingers. He dragged his fanned out fingers up and down, flicking her nipple in successive fashion.

“Having fun?” Serca smiled, not impressed.

“Oh yeah...oh, sorry, I’ll move on…”

Michael firmly mouthed her shoulder and withdrew his hand from her front to her back. Gliding over interstitial muscle and sinew, he found his way to one of her Venus Dimples. He thumbed a circle around and into it. Serca seemed to appreciate the pressure. Gwen on the other hand, was done with watching. She climbed over Michael and Serca to the side of the bed closest to the wall.

Gwen slipped her left arm under Serca’s head. Michael could see her fingers threading Serca’s hair. More hands make light work, Michael smirked to himself as he kept his right hand on Serca’s right shoulder. Gwen propped her hand on Michael’s hand on Serca’s shoulder. She got at least that much contact with him. Gwen’s left thumb pulled Serca’s lip down, anchored against the tusk while also pulling their faces closer together. Good. You two have fun up there. I’ve got a job to do down here.

Michael coaxed Serca’s left leg up so that her knees were between Gwen’s legs. He then cupped the entirety of Serca’s vagina. He felt her heat to make sure that he was not too cold when he made his way into her. He heard hair roll as he made a boat-rocking motion along the length of her. As though it were a passenger of the boat standing up, he sought passage into her with his middle finger. Parted, he found the seas he was seeking. He heard Serca inhale sharply at the sensation.

Before too long, his middle finger was coated in her viscosity. He used her slick to return to her surface to find her sensitive button. He assumed Shil clits were similar enough to a Humans’. He felt enough tumescence to work with then ventured back into her depths. He resurfaced so as to also wet his thumb. Feeling to make sure he didn’t have any rough edges on his thumbnail, he sent his drenched middle finger up to her clit and made his way into her with his thumb.

Gwen’s confusion grew as Serca hesitated in their embrace. “What are you doing down there?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s interesting.” Serca tilted her head on her pillow. Michael heard a tusk drag against fabric and felt her twist slightly.

Michael felt like he was Scotty calling up from Engineering on the Enterprise from his position behind and below Serca. “Trust me. I’m a professional.”

Both women scoffed, until Serca stopped.

There we are… Michael had been probing what he called the “soft palate” of her vagina. Up inside and behind her pubic arch there was a soft patch of flesh. Michael motioned his thumb in a motion akin to flicking a cigarette lighter. He had heard of people using their pointer finger and rubbing this area with a “come hither” motion. He’d found more success in this position, using the strength he’d developed maneuvering in video games. The soft flesh gained rigidity. It felt like a walnut. Michael worked her walnut in circles with his thumb while rubbing her clit with his pointer finger like it was a trigger.

Serca picked up what was going on and turned her body so that her torso faced the bed more. This gave him more leverage. He gripped her shoulder tighter and rocked her whole body as he fucked her with his hand. Her breathing grew faster.

“By the Empress!” Gwen exclaimed in response to Serca’s behavior. She propped herself up on her elbow to look at Michael. She couldn’t get a good view of anything that was going on despite her best efforts.

“Lay back down and pull her hair again, Goddammit!” Michael commanded, slightly winded from the effort of rocking a behemoth of a woman.

Gwen did as she was told.

“Suck my tits!” Serca interjected.

Gwen had no idea what had come over them, but was not in a position to ask questions. She steadily pulled Serca’s whole head back by her hair, causing her back to arch and jutting her breasts toward Gwen. If anything, she felt like the opportunity could not be denied. She took a tit in her mouth and sucked hungrily.

Michael kept up the tempo. Hearing Serca unconsciously add a high pitched whine to her breathing, he couldn’t stop now.

“Goddess, it feels like I’m going to pee!” Serca gasped.

“Go with it!” Michael insisted, not dropping the pace.

His entire hand was slick with Serca’s sex already. He alternately pinched her outer and inner walls together. A woman’s clit is more than the nub at the front. It’s like a Klingon Bird of Prey inside of the pelvis, Michael remembered his version of what he taught himself from books and practice.

“I’m going to pee!” Serca squealed.

Michael growled, “Let it go!”.

He pulled his hand out of her.

A shotgun blast of ejaculate hit the wall beside the entrance to the room.

“What! The! Fuck!” Gwen couldn’t help but say aloud.

Serca drew herself into the fetal position. Mewling as she caught her breath.

Michael let his hand go limp and land on his stomach. Breathing through a satisfied smile, he asked, “How was it for you?”

Serca released a slow, measured “Mmmmmhmmm” and that was it for her. Michael knew she was down for the count. He shuffled the bedcovers so that he could cover her up. She grabbed the edge and tucked it under her chin. He got up from the bed and tucked the loose end of the cover in behind her.

Unmoved from her first exclamation, Gwen repeated, more deliberately.

“What.

“The.

“Fuck?”

Michael shrugged as if he had no idea what had just happened himself. He looked down, naked as he was, “But…” he pulled his erect penis to one side and let it go so that it could swing side to side like a door stop spring. He placed his hands on either side of his dick so he could point at it open handed like Vanna White.

Gwen’s eyes followed his swollen head move side to side, hypnotized. She looked down at Serca, who had ventured off of the corporeal plane, and tucked the rest of the cover in on Serca’s front. She gingerly lifted herself up and over her roommate and off of her bed.

“I don’t know what you did to her.” She poked a thumb behind her to the bed, “But I know what I’m going to do with that.”

Whoa now, Michael thought before being pushed onto Gwen’s bed. He was ready but he wasn’t. He hadn’t started intercourse with the wind being knocked out of him. However, that’s how this event began. She slammed him against the bed with her full weight.

“I’m good to go.” Gwen insisted as she guided Michael’s dick into her.

That’s great for you, sweetheart, but holy shit, give me a second to catch my breath! Bill told me to bring a condom. Fuck, I hate it when he’s right.

Michael drew in a big, desperate breath as he entered her.

“You like that?” Gwen leaned into Michael’s face. “You like that purple pussy?” She ground into him in a way that hurt his hip socket and squashed his balls. “You gonna make me cum like you made her cum?”

Michael did not appreciate this approach.

“Yeah, you will! You pink stiff.”

Not at all. This name calling was entirely uncalled for in this circumstance. Michael grunted in equal parts physical and emotional discomfort.

“That’s right you fat fuck. Make me shoot cum across the room too!” Gwen put a hand around Michael’s neck.

The fuck have I gotten myself into?

“You’re gonna pump my pussy ‘til I cum you fat fuck! You slut!”

She leaned into the hand on his neck, cutting off any hope he had of breathing. With her other hand she grabbed his arms and pulled them above his head, holding both of his hands in place with her massive purple hand.

Unable to breathe. Unable to move. Michael had no choice but to take it. Gwen thrusted at him aggressively.

Hopefully, she’ll be done soon.

Again and again, she made the bed screech with her effort.

I must be as purple as she is. Fuck this hurts!

Despite hurting, he couldn’t help himself but to cum in reaction to her thrusting.

“Oh don’t give up on me now you pink fuck!”

What the hell?!

“Come on. Come ooonnnnn.” Her feverish thrusting made her let go of his neck to hold herself in place. Michael sucked in air as hard as he could. Evidently, that was all she needed to hear to push her over the edge.

Fucking finally!

She rode him until her aftershocks stopped.

“What the hell was that!?” Michael coughed and sputtered.

“What was what?” Gwen asked nonchalantly. “You made her cum, it was my turn.” She smacked him playfully across the face a few times. “And don’t tell me you didn’t like it. I felt you cum too.”

“I came, but…” hands free, he’d finally let go of his throat from when she’d let go. “Goddamn, that was not ok!”

“Look, you went out to a bar, you got drunk, you approached our table.” Gwen pulled up some panties she’d gotten out of a drawer on her side of the room. “You knew what you were signing up for.” She shrugged over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her.