"I would love to come visit," I told her. And that statement couldn't be more accurate. "But much of our time together here was spent making love. I'm not sure that you..."
"I want to hear all about it," Mixi told me. “This making love you refer to is an intimate sexual relationship, is it not?”
I stood there slack jawed for a moment. I never had a woman tell me that she wanted to hear about my sexual escapades with another woman before. I wasn't sure what to make of it.
"Perhaps before you two get so involved that Mixi enlarges her vagina," Aeren interrupted. "Can we see the rest of this flying cave?"
"I didn't mean it like that," the blue fairy girl said as she used her wings briefly to levitate off the bed then drop to the floor. "I would never push myself ahead like that. I'm sure Kash has all he needs already in the sexual department."
I didn't know about that. Sure, I had more than any man deserved, and more than most men could even dream about. Yet, there was always room for more. There had to eventually be a limit to how much my lovers were willing to share me. But in my mind, there is only one way to find that out.
"This is the galley," I said as I stepped into the central room. "This is where we eat and have group meetings."
Cinnamon was the only one in the room at the moment. Out of hospitality she stood and offered her hand to each newcomer. They each took it with both of their hands in turn looking genuinely pleased to make her acquaintance. I could see our newest arrivals working their way into the hearts of our crew quickly.
"I believe that I owe you my life," Cinnamon said to Mixi while they were still in contact. "Thank you very much."
"You are welcome," the blue fairy girl replied with a respectful nod, looking suddenly shy. That was kind of weird just after asking me to share intimate details of my sexual activity with the late Coffee. I also noticed that she did not deny saving my girl's life.
"When you are hungry, I can show you how to operate the food processors," Cinnamon told them, gesturing toward the wall to our left. There a bank of controls and windows resembled a row of lunchroom vending machines.
"I'm not very good at it yet," I said.
"They are not difficult to learn," Cinny told the new girls. "Kash just likes me to fetch his food for him."
"He speaks so fondly of you," Aeren told her. "As does Honeysuckle. We feel like we know you already."
"I have a question," Mixi spoke up. "Will Aeren and I be assigned new scents?"
The question confused Cinnamon and me, but Aeren must have known exactly what she meant. The tall lean alien glanced back and forth between us expecting an answer.
"You all smell so wonderful," Mixi explained, referring mostly to the women of the ship I was sure. "Your sweet spiciness. The doctor's soothing mellow scent. Honeysuckle's blossoming flower aroma. Even the one with the red hair and large buttocks smells sweet, but more like food."
I chuckled at Mixi's reference to Strawberry having a large ass. It wasn't all that big really. Similar to Vanilla's and certainly smaller than Sage's. But everyone else aboard were petite in comparison. Some more than others.
"Those scents are body modifications," Cinnamon explained. "I received mine the same time as my skin variations and ever-changing fingernails." She then held out the back of her hands for closer examination. The hard surfaces that extended beyond the tip of her fingers slowly changed from light blue to white as we watched.
"Fascinating," Aeren said with all sincerity. I was sure there would be a lot of things that would delight and surprise her over the next few days. "How do we get ours?"
Cinnamon laughed before answering. I could tell that she was struggling with how to word it. Since my knowledge was limited, I decided to say nothing.
"They were made by a doctor when I turned eighteen years old," she explained. "A specialist. This isn't something that Vanilla can do. And I'm not sure if we'll be able to find someone willing to perform the surgical treatment on either of you since you are not human."
"I see," Aeren responded with obvious disappointment.
"You are both so beautiful and unique," Cinnamon told her. "Very special in your own ways. Surely you know that. Neither of you need body modifications in the least. Human girls do it because they think their natural bodies are too boring. That is clearly not the case with you."
The compliment was taken well, but the conversation sort of stalled after that. So, I continued the tour by showing them the control room. Strawberry and Honeysuckle were both there and welcomed the two aliens without hesitation. I thought maybe the redhead would take issue with it, but she did not.
"Wow," Aeren said as she glanced at the active screens. "What are these for?"
"We use them to control the ship and monitor its performance," Strawberry explained like she was hosting an elementary school tour group.
"How?"
Strawberry demonstrated by tapping her screen and scrolling through some reports and images. Then she used a virtual keyboard to type in instructions.
"We are hoping that the two of you would be interested in joining us long term," Strawberry told them with a glance toward me. "Would you like that?"
Aeren nodded excitedly, "Yes, very much."
"In time," I said. "You could each sit at one of
