I spent the night with Honeysuckle and Cinnamon. The safety of the spaceport meant that we didn't need to leave anyone posted as security. The computer would quickly alert us to any dangers that popped up, just like at a space station under normal circumstances.
"I found a landing site outside of town," Strawberry told me as Cinnamon performed the final count on the incoming cargo. She expected to have everything inside and secured in two hours.
"Remote enough to let the dragons out?" I asked.
"I think so," she replied. "The city is planning to build a park and recreational facility out there, but construction hasn't begun yet. All they've done so far is lay down a flat surface for flying in supplies."
"Can we use it without being noticed?"
"Probably not. Cinnamon should contact the local administration offices to obtain permission. We wouldn’t want to draw the attention of the government."
Three hours later we were ready for lift off. We had approval to use the remote site for the rest of the day, but we had to be gone by nightfall. The government office didn't ask for a reason, so I didn't give one. Maybe they heard that our women weren't comfortable roaming through town.
It meant that we had to deal with flight control twice, which wasn't much of an inconvenience. I had Cinnamon ask them about deliveries to the construction site and they said to their knowledge that nothing was scheduled for the rest of the day.
Within minutes of touching down again I released the dragons and watched as they flew away. They didn't get far before turning around and coming back to tell me that this place smells even worse than inside the ship. After stressing with them one last time the importance of not wandering far, I let them be. I wasn't going to spend the rest of the day watching them. I had other people to care for and things to do.
"The computer is tracking them," Strawberry assured me, showing her tablet display with two red dots in motion. "I set an alarm for half a kilometer radius."
"Do they have shock collars if they go past the limit?" I asked, knowing full well that they didn't.
"Shock collars?" Strawberry asked in confusion. "They are only used on criminals, I think. Anyway, we don't have any. Honeysuckle might be able to make something like it, though. Should I ask her?"
"Maybe for next time. It's too late for this go around," I said though I wasn’t serious. The shock collar idea was just a thinking outside the box moment.
"Do you normally like to give your friends electric shocks?" Strawberry asked. I couldn't tell from her expression if she was joking or legitimately concerned. Perhaps she was even sexually aroused.
"Usually just on the nipples," I answered with the freakiest smile I could manage. "If you don't personally already have clamps for that kind of thing, add it to Honeysuckle's list."
"Fuck, no," my first officer said. "I might be experimental in bed by some standards but there is no way you are going to electrocute my perfect titties. Clamps on my nipples? This nasty air must be affecting your brain."
I laughed as she walked away. The view of her tight bubbled ass brought back memories of our recent episode. The anal sex might be rare, but I certainly got the impression that she enjoyed being dominated in the bedroom. In fact, her attitude toward me seemed to change significantly since I forced my cock into her asshole. I never had a girl like that before, but I was sure that I could figure out how to keep her happy.
Then I turned my attention to the surrounding area. It was mostly dry dirt and dense sand near the landing pad. Looking back toward the city and to the right I saw rows upon rows of unknown crops. To the left was a large section with just tiny growths lined up. That field must have been recently harvested and replanted. Beyond it I could see some small structures and some slow-moving creatures that were too far away to recognize. Probably livestock of some sort.
The breathers didn't clamp on to the faces Aeren or Mixi perfectly, so the doctor had to make some adjustments. I watched them both approach my position from where they exited the ship. They had that happy shuffle going on like Geishas in wooden shoes. Though slightly masked I was fairly sure that they were smiling.
Mixi must have made some adjustments to her uniform because it fit more snugly than before. Unfortunately, that only served to show how tiny she was, which could draw unwanted attention. Both girls opted to continue to wear their ship's crew garb instead of anything new that was purchased. Maybe they just hadn't had time to do the alterations yet. However, I believed that it could mostly be due to their desire to try to fit in among us.
"Will you help me?" Mixi asked as she turned around in front of me to give me access to her back. "There is a flap over the bulk of my wings that can be lifted. It is buttoned down, and I can't reach it. Please release the material and let it hang loosely."
I was happy to do so. Due to her small stature I chose to get down on one knee to perform the function. That placed me low enough that I couldn't help but appreciate the lovely slight curves of her ultra-petite buttocks and legs. The white skin on her limbs looked like smooth porcelain. I could probably touch my finger to my thumb if I grabbed her by the ankle. Her boots were still a bit oversized and made her appear
