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Kinktober Day 6- Eating Out

Yeah I know, I'm like no longer a week late, I'm closer to a week and a half at this point. But if anyone knows my lemons, they are lemons WITH FEELINGS. Because if you're gonna go lemon, go full meyer lemon bar or a lemon cake or SOMETHING. It is going to be an EXPERIENCE that is completely submersive. And yeah, I went hog wild with this because I can and OF COURSE I had to go foodie on this. And at this point, no one can stop me. mwahaha.

So meet Emily Stardrift, co-owner/operator of her family's intergalactic food business. Which is actually mentioned in my Jika stories. And Seshire- an aquatic alien part of an envoy for his planet's Ambassador on a space station. And yes, I'm stealing Star Trek stuff because I grew up a on Star Trek Next Generation Picard and it shows in my terminology. Like. A lot. Just FYI.

Again, many, many thanks to @starsandskies for sharing her kinktober prompts. Again, sorry for the delay. My real life just keeps getting stupidly more complex and complicated. But hey, at least I can escape into these prompts and for a brief moment- have peace, and satsifaction.

Kinktober Day 6 Eating Out

“Is that an extra tentacle in your pants are you just happy to see me?” You teased licentiously as you watched as Ambassador Lisha’s envoy associate- by the name of Seshire stationed at Tarek Nor as he came over to you on his special hoverboard that turned down the gravity while he was on the board so he could remain upright and not look like an octopus out of water under “normal” gravity on the station.

Tarek Nor was a gigantic space station, stationed right behind the Earth’s moon and placed in such a way that it orbited Earth with the moon and added just a bit more power to the tides and when the Earth eclipsed the moon, there was a halo of space station around the new moon that the sun lit up that was actually quite pretty from the Earth’s perspective.

Since you were one of your father’s elder daughters and had made you not only the manager of this hub on Tarek Nor, but a partner and co-owner in his business. He and your mother both trained you and all your siblings practically since infancy to know more about intergalactic produce than you did about your native Earth produce only because they were the first people rich enough to build and then to open up the intergalactic market Astris- in the city. And part of this business, which your parents preferred to entrust the most important jobs within the family.

So while your parents ran Astris, all your siblings were practically scattered across not just the galaxy but also the greater extent- this sector of the Federation space in the universe. It was your job and all of your sibling’s jobs to oversee the biggest branches and hubs that both supplied Astris on the surface and to supply the space stations. And your family equipped their own ships, which were armed to the teeth like the armored trucks that carried hard currency around of the past. But also equipped with not just warp capabilities, up to warp 10, but also hyperspace, where you could jump from galaxy to galaxy and make trips that most would take weeks or months at even Warp 9- your family’s ships could do them in mere minutes. And the Federation made sure to pay your family very well for not only providing intergalactic foods for Earth but especially this sector of the Federation. And of course an extra bonus to pay special attention that every and all Ambassadors stationed on this base especially got everything they needed and wanted to stay happy and content being stationed so far away from home but serve their political purposes.

And because of that- it meant your family’s business- Intergalactic Foods Unlimited- could now receive produce from all over the universe, buy it, sell it, barter for it, whatever needed to be done to attain it- you had the clearance and the resources to do. And while the chain of intergalactic produce had a series of inspectors to simply make sure none of the foods themselves were either harmful, toxic to whoever was cleared to buy it, but also didn’t come with any parasites or micro-organisms that could kill off entire space stations of peoples.

But often, you could catch more than they could because this was something you had been training all your senses for since before you were in kindergarten and your own inspection process made the official Federation Inspectors look like rookies while you, your parents and your siblings and all the other managers and workers look like the true eliete professionals you were.

And you- like all your siblings were rather married to the job. But it was a very lucrative one- and one worth being married to. Because if you let one thing slide, the lives of countless others could be in danger, which was a burden and a responsibility you took incredibly seriously.

You worked very hard and rather long hours to get in all your produce from your suppliers who were technically subcontractors who you had the authority to haggle and pay however they wanted or needed to be paid, whether in just Federation Credits or usually fuel and supplies for their ships, or any other currency used throughout the universe and you had access to not just the company's accounts as a whole but your hub had it's own special accounts that you had absolute control over. And you made sure that every single person on your team worked just as hard as you did. Didn't let anything slide or do sloppy careless work. And could do so efficiently and quickly. And were compensated accordingly which meant that your branch had very, very little turnover. And you were the kind of manager to work side by side with everyone else and pick up slack when others had illness or family issues to come up.

But the most important part of your job, besides making sure that everything was not only bought and sold and barted for legally and fairly so that if the Federation ever wanted to do surprise inspections or audits, that you'd pass with flying colors, was also the task of your team to then divide up all the produce into the orders of both the restaurants and food vendors on Tarek. And if there was any extra, since most suppliers counted on at least 20% of their produce rotting during transgalactic journeys to get to this space station. But you did give your suppliers “incentive” for really good, and very clean produce while offering free disposal for any of the produce’s loss.

Which was really just fruits and vegetables being bruised or just on the edge of overripe. And the bruised produce, you were happy to give away to the less fortunate stranded on the station as more of a “free food bank” kind of thing. And the ones right on the edge of over-ripe, were usually perfect for smoothies, or other mixed drinks at the bars because the extra strong flavors were good for the drinks and also great for your bottom line.

Almost everyone who stocked their food stalls on the station swore by your exquisite taste, eye and sense of smell. You could tell just by the scent, touch, look or color of produce what stage of ripeness it would be and how many hours or days or even weeks before it would be best to be eaten at. And you knew the all the subtleties of everything that passed through your hub.

But what you personally did, was take the best of the best and reserve it for both your wealthiest clients who paid extra to get the best of the best of the produce from this hub on Tarek Nor, and get the same quality of foods for the Ambassadors and their envoys. And for those special and very important orders, you filled those personally.

And Seshire either volunteered or was appointed to accept all the food sent in from his homeworld for his friend, who was in reality more like his aunt- Ambassador Lashi. She and her envoy were stationed there at the station. Seshi was also in charge of gathering and paying for other things from the other worlds for his Ambassador and the rest of the engoy. Including foods from Earth.

And you were slowly but surely importing more and more produce from Earth to them so that they were more familiar and comfortable with being so close to “a death planet”. Which Earth had that rather well earned reputation and while Earth was your homeworld, you could see why and how it got that reputation too. Which meant that all the natives of Earth got extra respect both from the Jika but especially the Federation and all those within it.

But Seshire, to you- was rather special. He was a cephalopodic species. Meaning they had more in common with Earth’s octopi and cuttlefish than he did with humans. But he was still seen as a “person”. Someone with intelligence and sentience worthy and owed respect and dignity just as much as you were and very much your equal in most respects. He was intelligent, quick witted and really funny and just slightly flirty. Which you didn’t mind, most suppliers flirted in negotiations, others flirted more with your company and it’s deep pockets and you as an heiress to it rather than with you as an individual.

But with Seshire, that wasn’t the case. He actually took an interest in you as an individual. He made sure to express to the Federation how vital of a service you and your family’s business provided and made sure that you were more than duly compensated for your very hard work that his Ambassador and all the other Ambassadors were very quick to agree with.

And, most importantly- you really liked Seshire too. You were honestly attracted to him and to you at least, it was pretty obvious the attraction was mutual. But because of the professional and ethical codes of conduct, you both were restricted to simply flirting but not really physically being able to do much more about it. But if there was anyone who would make you want to throw the rulebook out the window. It would be Seshire.

Granted he did have to go everywhere on a special hoverboard to help him move around Tarek without being smooshed to the floor. Because on Seshire’s homeworld, the planet had the same gravity that the moon did. But the core was so dense that the small planet had quite the atmosphere that was as thick as soupy fog on Earth. And breathing in his atmosphere that he and his envoy’s rooms had practically terraformed to mimic their home world’s atmosphere was a challenge, but not one that you were not up to the task for. Becuase the oxygen content was actually higher. But it was just denser. It was like being in a sauna actually. Where the hot thick humidity gave your lungs a work out.

You had actually gone to his quarters and the quarters of his Ambassador quite a food times when he couldn’t pick up his envoy’s order himself and you had to deliver it to him at the end of your day. the extent you prayed to any and every god and goddess that would listen that your deodorant wouldn’t die out in the moments you got to spend in their quarters dropping off their food order when they had summit meetings or other events that prevented them from picking it up themselves. Granted you had to use your special boots to magnetically cling to the floor because of the lessoned gravity on his envoy’s section of the station because otherwise you’d be floating up to the ceiling. Because while his planet had enough of a dense core to support a thick atmosphere, it still had a fraction of the gravity. And most of his species could “swim” in the atmosphere like most sealife swam in the ocean. Thus- why his species was cephalopodic and why they needed the special hoverboards to provide columns of lesser gravity so they could stand on them but still adjust how they stood on them to move around.

“I am, and it could be a bit of both. Are the shishi melons in?” He asked hopefully.

“Do you see huge large purple watermelons floating next to me or not?” You asked as you nodded to your antigravity cargo column that you kept his and all of his produce both from his homeworld. Along all the other produce he and his envoy ordered in his “shopping cart” that was designated just for his envoy.

Some envoys were huge and took up several carts worth. But Seshire and his Ambassador and the rest of the envoy were only a party of six. So he usually got one of the “big” carts. Which was usually more than enough space to store all their foods in comfortably.

But the melons in question weighed damn near 100lbs each despite them being the size of only a basketball under normal gravity because they were just…so dense, delicious but dense. And they– as a fruit, did in fact remind you of a watermelon. Same size and shape. Just different color on the rind. But the color always reminded you of an eggplant. When unripe- looked white eggshell white. But the more ripe it was- the darker purple the rind- until it was almost black with pink spots. The darker the purple and the more intense the pink spots, the sweeter and better the melon.

And the perfect “ripeness” was a deep purple, and coincidentally the exact shade of a ripe eggplant that you yourself used nearly every day to check for the ripeness of these particular melons along with a pink dragonfruit to compare the pink spots too, like a green watermelon having a white belly or a yellow belly as an indicator of ripeness vs the shades of green and the pattern on the rind.

Granted your eggplant that you used to check was artificial, and had bands of various degrees of “ripeness” that you could catagorize each one as to which stage of ripeness it was while your dragonfruit was the same, artificial, but had the various shades of light pink to dark intense pink that bordered on magenta. It was a tool you always kept on hand to compare to make sure they weren’t too under-ripe or over-ripe.

The underripe ones could be good, because those could go down to Astris and by the time they made it to the display stall, they were practically perfect. But the Ambassadors and their envoys didn’t like to “wait” for their own native foods to be ripe before they could eat them. They wanted to literally be able to take it out of the shopping cart and eat it immediately, if not within the week before their next shipment came in so you made sure each individual had at least three of them. One at perfect ripeness to eat immediately, which could take a day or two to do. Then by the time they finished the first, the second would be ready to be eaten and by the time the second was consumed the third would tide them over before the next shipment would get in. Meaning you had 18 melons that you needed in three varying degrees of ripeness and they always ordered 40 of them, just in case.

But after a few days of Seshire’s envoy coming to the Tarek Nor, your company figured out that if they went to the homeworld to get them fresh off the vine directly when they were just three to six shades lighter than a ripe Earth’s eggplant which each shade was a stage of ripeness, leaving two stages for ripening in transit. And than they’d be perfectly ripe by the time they came to this station and that also left two stages for the most "underripe" of them to practically guaranteed their safe and successful delivery to Astris on Earth. And these heavy purple melons were worth the extra care because they were seen as quite the delicacy and often had a waiting list on the other 24 melons in the 40 melon order. Usually six or 8 of them went to the other ambassadors since the ambassadors also traded thier own native foods as part of intergalactic food sharing program.

But here on Tarek, where Ambassador Lashi and her envoy were currently stationed for the Federation- they were put here because the station was the closest Federation station to their jomeworld but Earth’s gravity was much too heavy for the species and the modifications for their quarters would be not only costly but extremely difficult at Federation Headquarters on the surface. And thanks to the stations' building specifications, they could go anywhere and everywhere on the station instead of special designated areas on the Federation Embassy Base. Which Seshi and the rest of his envoy preferred anyway.

So here on Terek Nor they were. And since you managed this hub for your father here, you got to know all the members from the envoys that were appointed to get and provide food for the rest of the envoy. Which is how you and Seshire got to be such good friends in just a short three months since he came here with the Ambassador. And he and the entire envoy were just so thankful and grateful that not only would the Federation pay you to get their foods from the homeworld, since the replicator tried and failed rather miserably to replicate them. But you did so in such a way that they felt like they had access to their own farmer’s market back on the homeworld. And they kept you up to date on- which produce would be in season when- which made weekly ship trips to the planet necessary, but also quite profitable. Because while all the produce was heavy and dense and had to be very carefully transported, it made it that much more “coveted” and “costly” to provide to everyone else outside of the Ambassador and their envoys- especially the market on Astris.

And your particular hub had a digital catalog for each of the Ambassadors and the wealthier clients as to what was available when at any point in the year on the station. And the Federation of course gave the Ambassadors more or less an allowance for non-native foods delivered that they chose not to use a replicator to make.

However there was a legal loophole- and one that many had learned to easily exploit- order way more than the Ambassador and their envoys could ever eat in a week and sell the remainder in your food stalls and earn extra money that way to both support the Ambassadors and thier envoys. And give the other “wealthier” clients a “discount”, if only to do better business and politics for their individual homeworlds. Each Ambassador could “rent” out space at either a stall here or any other hub or market. But usually Astris, where they could get the most for their produce. Your parents appointed an entire floor just for the “stalls” for all the Ambassadors and their foods, which your other sister Didi ran.

And these purple melons were- honestly one of a kind in the galaxy, much less the universe. And were considered an intergalactic delicacy that because of the special transportation protocols made them rather expensive. But they were well worth the effort because the taste and texture of the thick and satisfying gummy bear like flesh that surrounded the seeds that were spicy like peppercorns when chewed. It was both like a the juicy yet gummy consistency of a concord grape, mixed with a ripe passion fruit and something uniquely intergalactic that Earth simply didn’t have an equivalent for.

But today’s shipment for Seshire and his envoy came with a special addition meant to be given to Seshire directly, from his parents back on the homeworld, as per the instructions that came with it. It was a special plant. In Federation approved “pot” that contained the soil of his homeworld. That once scanned and “decontaminated” of anything harmful to anyone living on Terek Nor. So it sat next to you in it's own special lowered gravity cylander so you could keep an eye on it and keep it safe. Especially as you sat on the crate for your most wealthy client who liked to keep their own “foods” and produce a secret among the prying eyes of the other Ambassadors and clients- which you respected and complied with.

“I do.” Seshire readily agreed as he looked at them and appreciated the brillant but deep purple they were along with the bright pink spots along with the various other melons from both Earth and around the galaxy and universe. Anything with a hard rind, with soft and sweet flesh on the inside, he and his envoy and especially his Ambassador were very partial to. And you got him those special Sugar Kiss and Honey Kiss melons from Earth today too.

“Oh, by the way, it seems your parents sent you a plant.” You offered as you picked up the cylander that held the pot and it's plant and handed it to him, as you reached into his column of lessoned gravity over his hoverboard, so he could easily take it from you just as his tentacled appendages grabbed ahold of the steering handle of the cart.

This was not uncommon. Many parents sent special “gift baskets” to their children who were either Ambassadors or part of their envoys. And usually bouquets of native flora for special occasions. But you didn’t invade Seshire’s privacy by reading the message that came with it. And when Seshire saw it. He froze. Wide eyed and the parts of his body not covered in his ambassador envoy federation clothing style, flashed colors that you only got to see when they were under duress.

“Sesh. What’s wrong? Is the plant dead? Did it not survive the trip?” You asked worriedly.

“No, no. That’s..that’s not it.” He stuttered as he started at the bud wrapped up in it’s leaves like a rose of Jerico, also known as part of the family of “ressurection plant’s". That both balled up and then unfurled when in water and better living conditions.

And when Seshire put the natural secretions that could be made from the center of his palm over it, just like all those rose of Jerico time lapses, in just mere seconds it went from rather lifeless to unfurling gorgeous green foliage with a bright pink and purple flower in the middle and he dropped it. But instead of it falling and it shattering on the floor it stayed in his column of lowered gravity and simply hovered in front fo him as he seemed to glue the back of himself and squish against the more “solid” barrier of the back of his hoverboard as a way to try to get distance from it. But seeing his reaction, you immediately jumped up and snatched it out of his lower gravity field his hoverboard created for him and put it back into it's special cylinder and pulled it back towards yourself.

“Sesh, what does this mean? Did someone die?” You asked him worriedly.

“Excuse me, I, uh, I have to go.” He immediately answered and manuvered his hoverboard to practically speed out of there leaving you with the rather pretty plant and his cart still next to you as you looked rather bewildered for a moment before you looked to your assistant manager- Kimmy.

“Hey, Kim. Make sure all these orders make it to their buyers. I gotta make sure Ambassador Lashi and her envoy get their order. Apparently this plant means that someone died and Seshi just left me with it and forgot his envoy’s order. I’m gonna deliver it personally and make sure everything is ok.” You urged her before you handed her your clipboard to Kimmy to finish your portion of the job that was making sure all the other most important clients got their orders, which were clearly marked and all the real work was already done, all that needed to be done was for them to pick up the orders and pay you.

You rather quickly dropped of the order at the Ambassador’s room while also leaving out what you knew was Sesh’s personal order was.

“Ambassador Lashi, what does this mean?” You asked her as you showed her the plant as her own eyes grew wide.

“Oh. Uh. Depends on who sent it to him.” Lashi answered.

“His parents.” You answered.

“Then it means his time as part of my envoy is over and he’s being called back home.” Lashi answered.

“Why?” You asked, as you felt a strange sense of panic that you'd never be seeing them again and you'd have to start all over with someoen else and you didn't want that. You liked Seshi. like a lot. You did not want to see him go. He was usually the best part of your day on this blasted base.

“It’s a private affair within our culture.” Was all that Lashi would say.

“Ok. Then I will make sure he keeps it in his possession because the moment he looked at it and put the mucus gland on his palm over it and it bloomed, he dropped it and then glued himself to the back of his hoverboard’s barrier, like this beautiful flower was going to bite or sting him or something. And had it not been in his column of lessoned gravity, it would have fallen to the floor and most likely would have shattered.” You explained.

“Well, again, it is a personal, private, matter. But if he received this, it means he’ll be needing to take a ride on your supply ship to our homeworld and when he gets off, I’ll have his replacement ready to take his place.” She offered.

“But you guys just got here. I just barely got to learn your tastes for things, much less being able to tell you all apart and I hate to see a good friend go home when they clearly- at least to me and my own reading of universal body language- don’t want to go.” You tried to counter.

“I’m sorry Emily. Seshire has always said that you were his favorite friend outside of our envoy and the best part of his duties. And I’m sure his replacement will feel the same.” She tried to reassure you comfortingly.

“Well, from the language you are using, it must be serious and obviously, it must include duty to either your species, your culture or familial units.” You surmised.

“Yes. You are correct on all counts. You are quite intelligent to discern that from such a simple but sacred thing that you are holding.” Lashi answered.

“And there’s nothing you can do to keep him here if he does not want to accept whatever else this signifies that he must take on?” You asked.

“No. Even according the natives of Earth, nothing stands between familial ties and duties and responsibilities correct? You are the daughter of your father, thus he trusts you to run the most important part of his business on this space station. Something you would normally not be doing if your family was in a different business correct?” She reasoned in turn.

“Yeah. Good point. And you know how seriously I take that responsibility.” You sighed dissappointedly.

“And you do so with more honor and grace than most of the other ambassadors and politicians do when they represent their peoples.” Lashi praised.

“Thank you. So I uh, I should get this and Seshi’s order to him. I don’t want him to go hungry before he has to leave.” You reasoned to excuse yourself and bring your cart to Seshi’s door and knocked your knock that you always used specifically with Seshi.

Each one had their own peculiar knock they liked for you to use so they would know who was at their door and what their purpose was for being there before they would have to use the cameras to see for themselves to see who was at their door. But Seshi answered the door only partially dressed and because of it, you could clearly see the distress and duress flashing on his skin.

“You forgot your food.” You managed to say before you pushed the cart into his room.

“Oh, yes, sorry. I uh, I got so…caught up…overwhelmed…” He began to say before he let a string of curses in his native tongue out as the pattern intensified on his skin and he retreated to his room to cover up more of himself.

Your eyes glazed with tears and your heart broke to see him react this way but you went ahead and put the now very light foods into his food unit for him. And while you knew, you should get back. You couldn't bring yourself to leave. Not until you knew more about this thing and what it meant to him.

So you parked the cart by the door and still held the cylinder in your hands as you looked for a place to put it. You saw the special place he usually used for flower arrangements to decorate his quarters from the intergalactic flower shops on Tarek Nor’s promenade. And you figured that was as good a place as any as you pulled the pot and it's flower out of the cylander to put it beside them. But you hesitated to set it down there. Something about this wasn't right and in fact, felt all wrong too.

So instead forced the back of your legs to flex so you could “sit” on his species version of a couch in his quarters with the potted plant in your hands as you waited for him to return. All so you could learn what such a beautiful thing actually meant. Aesthetically it was very pretty. Bright and colorful and it even smelled nice. Like it’s own flower garden.

But all you heard was fabric ripping apart and him falling onto his bed and sobbing in his bedrooom. Which spurned you into action before you got up and entered his room to see him with pieces of his “uniform” for his upper half in four different pieces as it seemed each arm’s hand as he sat on the bed and had curled into himself like the plant had been before he put his palm over it.

“Sesh, What’s going on?” You asked as you came over to him and had to use your hamstrings to force your body against the lighter gravity to sit down on the bed, next to him and pet down from his head down to one of his arms which prompted him to partially uncurl himself.

“I have to go home.” He answered as he sniffled.

“And you don’t want to go.” You gathered.

“No. No I don’t.” He laughed despite his distressed coloring on the upper part of his body since his skin was very similar to that of a cuttlefish or an octopus, in that it could shift in a various range of colors and patterns that was their previous way of communication and had to develop their audible speech.

“Why?” You asked before he gently took the flower in it’s pot from your hands and held it in his own.

“You know how, when we make extra orders from home, to sell in your other markets for extra money?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Well, did you know that our envoy was actually supposed to be three times the size it is now?” He asked.

“Yeah, but I thought that was only because that’s all that the Federation allotted for you to have.” You murmured because the bigger the world or the more precious and valuable the resources the planet had, the more powerful the Ambassador’s power and usually the bigger his envoy within any Embassy at any other Federation station or base.

“No. It’s because only of a third of us could handle the harsher living conditions here. We spent a year trying to prepare for them. But when we first came and had to jump in head first so to speak. Most of my friends couldn’t handle it. It caused them too much distress to their physical person and they quit to go back home." He began with a shuddering breath.

"But at the same time, the income that came with being part of the envoy was what made part of being in the envoy so appealing to begin with. Cepha 4 is basically a farming community otherwise we have a dozen markets where we sell, trade and barter what each farm grows. That's it. How we got into the Federation is practically a miracle. But besides the income and besides the new horizons and new adventures and new explorations and the new people bits. It's why most of us wanted to go. But then we get here and it's so much harder than we ever thought it could be." He confessed.

"And immediately two thirds of Aunt Lashi's group quit. But Lashi had already signed on as Cepha 4's Ambassador, she couldn't quit, she was too stuborn to quit. And she determined to make sure that Cepha 4 is never taken advantage of or vulnerable to anyone in or out of the Federation. And it's why she's been like a second mother to all of us. And because she was family- I was determined to stay because if she- being three times my age could do it- so could I. And then I met you and you alone make everything else, all the harshness here, worth it. Because being your friend and being in your company is the best part of all of this and now I don't want to go back, because I know if I do, I won't see you ever again and I don't want to lose you, especially over this." Seshi explained through his own angry tears that fell onto the pot as his grip on it threatened to crush it in his hands.

"But then the Federation reworked our Ambassador agreement. As long as each member of the envoy stayed for a certain amount of time, they could “retire” back on the homeworld for dealing with the harsh living conditions here and have a pension for it. So while our Ambassador’s envoy is a third the size of what it should be, instead of making three times as much while we’re here, it’s all now shifted. Just like an army has a tour of duty. Now on my homewold, many are eager to have a tour of being in the Ambassador’s envoy because we make more on our tour and with the "retirement" than we ever could in our own markets. And because the Ambassador is older and past her offspring stage, she won’t be needed back on the homeworld and can afford to spend the rest of her life on Tarek as she pleases and send any extra income back to her surviving family back home…” Seshi began to explain as his voice wavered and warbled with emotion.

“So I take it. Three months is your tour time. And now you get to go home, and begin the offspring stage. So is this like…an engagement ring? You have a bride waiting on you and your retirement pension when you get home?” You guessed.

“Yeah.” Seshi croaked.

“Do you even know her?” You asked.

“I do. We were friends, or perhaps, playmates- as children.” He answered.

“But as adults?” You posed.

“She is- as an English speaker would say- nobility or royalty. Her family owns all the market squares where all the farmers come to do their business and she and her family get first dibs on whatever they want as thier "cut" or "taxes". But the living conditions here are too harsh for her and for her personally, not worth the ordeal of dealing with the harsh conditions when she already has it so good right at home where she is. And while she has that social standing, she is one of many daughters in her family. It would not surprise me if in the next month you see more of these same exact flowers to all the other male members of the envoy. Because her family is looking to live as luxuriously and lavishly and continue their reign over the planet by having as many "retired" envoy associates as possible. It wouldn't surprise me if even the females get pots sent from this family with her parents putting their own flowers in them to call her back home. All for the pensions. Because like you said, politics is still a business. And everything still comes down to the money.” He answered.

“Oh. I see. So she outranks you, therefore you have to obey her wishes and demands?” You gathered.

“Pretty much. I'll probably get to spend the rest of my days at her family's palatial estate. With our own familial section added onto it. And my parents will most likely pay "less" in produce. To do business at the markets. This pot is unique to my family. The male’s family will make pots. It’s the female’s family that grow the flowers associated with their family. I was hoping that I could just…stay here. And at least…send any retirement to my family. Because it’s my family that grows the very melons that are so “desireable” elsewhere. But we need the funds of the sales of the melons to support us here because Tarek is still a business as much as it is a Federation Station. And you could spend an entire month’s allowance in a day’s worth of extravagance. Which is why we try to keep our extravagance down and attend other’s social functions but don’t host our own simply because can’t afford to.” He admitted.

“Does your bride want you and only you or will she be happy with any person in the envoy? As long as they have the same pension you would?” You asked him.

“I don’t know. But the fact that it’s her family’s flower in my family’s pot means that they settled the arrangement for me. Which, all things considered, I should be grateful.” He admitted lowly, but his tone was still quite resentful and rather hateful.

“Well I have a few options for you if you want to hear them.” You offered as you took the pot back to examine exactly what it could be made out of and if you could smash it on something, particularly a floor where there were automatic cleaners that would clear away the dirt and debris from the pot and most of the dirt, save for the plant.

“What other options could there be?” He asked in a defeated tone.

“Well that depends on your answers to my questions. Number 1- do you have any affection for this woman other than the fond memories you had of her as a child?” You asked.

“No.” He answered.

"Have you had any communications with her while you have been here, saying that you're looking forward to retiring and coming home to her?" You asked.

"No." He shook his head no.

"Did you say anything to her before you even left that it would only be a three month tour and you'd be right back for her?" You asked.

"No. I didn't even get a goodbye. Just a 'good luck' from her family. We're practically strangers now as adults." He answered.

“Ok. And if say..I had “accidentally” dropped this vase in the hangar and hadn't put it in it's own protected cylinder. And it shattered and you never saw that it was your family’s pot. But I did “all I could” to save the flower itself and once I deliver the flower to the rest of the envoy, if any of them want to claim it as coming from their families. I could always go back to your homeworld with them, explain that I was the one who accidentally dropped it and because of my super harsh gravity, it broke before anyone could really see it and our cleaning system cleared up all evidence of the pot and the rest of the dirt itself before I could really get a good look at it myself." You began.

"I have authority to make things disappear in my own inventory. I've done before and I can easily and readily do it again. Or I can make the description of this item so vague, no discernable details could be made of it. And see if anyone else from the envoy wants her. And sadly break the news to your parents that you didn’t get to see it and didn’t think you had any relationships with anyone back on your homeworld that would warrant such a thing. But that you’re perfectly happy and content being here as your envoy’s food gatherer or whatever your title is- a bit longer. It’s perfectly clear to me that you don’t want to go and that you don’t even like, much less love this political latinum digger who’s more after your pension than she is you as a person or your personality. And she clearly doesn’t have any emotional attachment or affection for you. So she can suck my dick if she thinks that with a flower she can snap her fingered- whatever- and have you come running to her beck and call. That’s bullshit. And another thing…” You insisted before you were being pinned to his bed and kissed so hungrily and passionately that you lost your next point that you were about to say in a haze of lust and desire as it was clear that your feelings for him were returned.

“So you want me to stay?” Seshi asked as he pulled away long enough for you to try to catch your breath.

“Yes. As long as you can stand it. I don’t care what I have to do or what I have to pay or any consequences I have to endure. But I love you. You are the only one in the fifteen years I’ve been doing this that has ever actually cared about me and expressed any kind of interest in me because everyone else is all business but with you it’s…it’s personal and I don’t want you to go. I’ve become too attached to….mph.” You professed before he pinned you harder to his bed and kissed you as his other appendages began to undress you and himself.

“Wait. Just wait a minute.” You began when you knew where this was going. And as much as you wanted to fuck his brains out, you still had his Ambassador to deal with who knew the truth and could blow this for you and Seshire.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because of your reaction to it, I showed it to your Ambassador. And I know you have to wait for the next alignment to transmit your data stream. And I know your Ambassador will want to use that time to select your replacement and offer her congratulations. So I have to make it worth her while to claim that she never saw it and that we never had our conversation and see if anyone else in the envoy wants to take your place. And it’s in less than an hour. I have to go and destroy this pot and try to save the flower to keep you here. Can you wait for me to do all that first before we pick up where we are leaving off right now?” You asked.

“I’ll wait as long as I need to.” He readily agreed as you could see it in the patterns of his skin that he was happy and delighted.

“Perfect. Give me like 15 minutes ok?” You urged him before you took the plant put it back into the cart and drove it as fast as it could back to the hanger before you went into the bathroom with the cylindar and “accidentally” took it out, only to see the flower immediately wilt under your normal gravity.

You threw it as hard as you could onto the floor and smiled victoriously when the vase shattered into a million pieces and you picked up the flower and it’s little root system and enough of the dirt to put it back into the mini- anti-gravity cylinder and pressed the button for the bathroom to clean itself to get rid of all the "evidence". Then you got your own hoverboard that allowed you to race back to the Ambassador’s quarters with that cylinder and the flower and it's soil and it's still intact root system- a whole five minutes before the alignment would be in position for a data transmission.

“Emily…what in…” The Ambassador’s eyes went wide when she saw the flower with it’s root system in the cylinder but not the pot.

“There’s been a horrible accident. You see, according to my records, this item, "a plant in a pot" from Cepha 4 didn’t really have any other identifiable marks about what it was or who it was intended for. So I’m here to see if anyone else is willing to claim it and anything and everything else that comes with it." You explained with a meaningful look and emphatic tone which caused the Ambassador to tilt her head curiously at your choice of words.

"And I will of course offer my deepest and most sincere apologies to whoever really did send it for breaking the surprisingly delicate and fragile pot it came in. That unfortunately, due to my clumsiness in the bathroom at the hangar. I accidentally knocked out of the protective anitgravity cylinder. I did all I could to save the flower though. So I was hoping in order to make amends both to you, and to your envoy’s families back on Cepha 4, for any unintentional mixup that might occur should this flower actually go to someone else in your envoy that wants it and not to Seshire who was not expecting or wanting it. Much less anything having to do with any customs or traditions that it may be tied to." You tried to "discretely" explain.

"And because I am human after all, one of the many species native to Earth which is notoriously known as a death planet and also a species known to form unbelievably strong pack bonds with friends who may be in closer relationships than with their own family members. Which I have since formed with Seshire. And so since he does not want to leave and return home. What can I do to help him stay and continue to serve you in his official capacity here on Tarek Nor? Or anywhere else in the Federation both you and he may be stationed at? You know my company offers insurance policies and I will happily pay out said insurance policies to whoever is owed them, both to you, to the rest of your envoy as well as the parties back on Cepha 4.” You proposed to Ambassador Lashi who was trying to stamp down her grin that threatened to bloom over her face before she cleared her throat.

“I see, that is an unfortunate accident. Let me call the rest of my staff in. Surely one of them would be happy to accept it. My accountant most of all.” She offered before she signaled for all of her staff to come into the room.

You repeated the story you made up for Seshi’s benefit to them and almost all of them were very eager to accept it when they saw the bloom before it was time for the data stream and the Ambassador’s communication channel began to ding like crazy from multiple people. She put them all on the same screen before they all saw you holding the flower in the cylinder without it’s pot and all the other families grew excited except for Seshire’s family who looked mortified.

“Hello everyone. My name is Emily Stardrift. I’m one of the co-owners of Intergalactic Foods Unlimited. And unfortunately, there was an accident today. You see, this is the first time I’ve every had anything like this come with the shipments from your world so I put it in this special cylinder before I could deliver it to the Ambassador who could tell me if it belonged to her or was meant for another in the envoy. And unfortunately, the hub in which I work in- mimics my homeworld of Earth. I don’t know if any of you have heard of it. But it’s gravity is six times stronger than that of your homeworld." You began to explain to everyone.

"And I was just taking off a layer of clothing and the sleeve of my jacket just happened to push this beautiful flower out and the pot it was put in- out of the cylinder’s hold. And so because I do not wish to be the cause of an international, much less an intergalactic incident. I was able to save the flower but the pot it was in- was beyond saving. And my records about the pot itself are very vague other than the size and shape of the pot. I don’t even think we had a color down for what color the pot was or if there was any kind of special pattern. Which in the future, I will have to put into my systems special catagories to describe things like this. Since I've come to understand that the pot was actually just as important as the flower itself. Again, my deepest and most sincere of apologies for that." You offered as genuinely as you could to everyone on her screen.

"So I’ve brought the flower to the Ambassador and apologized for my clumsy mistake however there are five other members of the Ambassador’s envoy that claim that it was intended for them. Which I’d be more than happy to buy five more of them so they can each have one if they wish to. But I would also like to pay whoever sent it- their due recompense for damaging a gift they sent. But unfortunately, what this flower and it’s pot wasn’t listed for anything beyond what our normal insurance is- are when we insure our cargo to make sure it makes it to it’s destination.” You explained.

“Well how much is the insurance?” Seshire’s parent’s asked.

“Well usually that depends on what it is. But the norm is usually a thousand Federation credits is the standard, but that usually depends on the artisan who made the pot and the kind of flower that planted in the pot. So since the flower was able to be saved, I will be paying whoever was responsible for putting the flower in the pot just in case my clumsiness endangered such a gorgeous bloom. But because of the total damage of the pot. The pay out could be much higher." You offered which made them blink in surprise. Because usually that's what each melon was worth in the market on Astris.

"I as well as everyone else in our business knows that more special or sentimental items could be deemed priceless. And we do carry and deliver the centerpieces that have food in them to the summits. And those things are integral to the summit meetings. So obviously those are insured for at least ten thousand federation credits." You explained before such a price seemed to put dollar signs in Seshire's bride to be's eyes and it seemed to give Seshire's parent's pause because such a sum could set them up for years to come.

"We also know that some of our senders may not have enough credits to insure special items for more value than they appear to be or that they can afford to insure it for as well. So please, let me make this right. Because the fault for the damage is mine and mine alone. And I will pay for my mistake out of my personal accoutns if I must. But I absolutely insist on making this right- so that all parties involved are satisfied. So- so far the Ambassador has explained the cultural significance that this very beautiful flower means. But I also understant that the vessel that contained it also had quite the significance as well. And since that was accidentally destroyed beyond all recognition. I understand from the paperwork. That while you paid for this to be added to the shipment. I didn’t know if it was intended for Seshire or if it was simply a gift from you to any of his other close freinds and I believe family members among the envoy. So please, tell me what I can do to make this up to you.” You offered.

“Bring Seshire home. Because that was a marraige flower arangement that we have made for him since his tour of being with the Ambassador is at it’s end.” His mother insisted as you grimaced.

“Well, that’s too bad. You see Seshire comes with me to Earth’s surface quite a bit to peruse my family’s market- Astris, which is it’s home base for the entire Intergalactic Foods Unlimited Corporation, it's our own headquarters. And I’m the first hieress to that business. But I also serve my parent’s company by managing the central hub for the Federation Station Tarek Nor and I personally fill the order of your Ambassador as well as all the other orders for all the other Ambassadors." You began apologetically.

"And our professional relationship is quite close and it’s because of that close relationship that I’m able to sell the excess produce you send to both suppliment the Ambassador’s income from incendential expendatures which for this space station- for what the entire Ambassador and their entire envoy get- could esaily be spent in only a few hours but the Ambassador and the entire envoy have been so frugal to make it strech as much as they can. But that is only because Seshire has helped me market your own produce as much as I can and have been able to find replacements for items that are much cheaper and hold similar nutritional value in their diet." You continued.

"I understand that your family grows the shishi melons, which I’ve had the honor to try. Is there another market that we can showcase the produce in that would earn your family the equivolent of what he would be making in his retirement? Because I’ve talked to Seshire and he doesn’t wish to retire at this time. Seshire has become a very good friend of mine and it’s because he has been responsible for supplimenting the diet of the ambassador and the rest of the envoy." You added.

"But I understand that the living conditions here on Terek Nor are especially brutal especially for your species. And Sehsire has actually thrived despite the difficulty and has risen to the challenge. Something that two thirds of the original party could not do. Which is why you have the pension plan in place from the Federation. And why the tours are as short as they are. In fact I’m sure you’re not the only family who could benefit from such a change of circumstances, provided that no one on your world goes hungry just because your foods are coveted by others. For I do not wish to deprive anyone on your homeworld their birthright to the very foods that are native to the homeworld. Because food is a divine right by all the natives of any world they hail from.” You offered in your best and most respectful diplomatic tone.

“Actually as his potential bride. It does not matter to me if he accepts it or not. If he wishes to stay there in the extreme circumstances and will serve our intergalactic political needs by caring for our Ambassador, then I’m happy to release him from the arrangement my family has made with his, provided that we get reimbursed by that insurance policy for the flower and the pot. So I will accept any other who is willing to take his place.” She piped up.

And while you could see her indifference, and the other’s happiness and elation, and Seshire’s relief. You could still see his family’s dissappointment that they would not be getting the advantages they thought they would be. Then Seshire left and took his own call in his room from his parents as he left his ex fiance and all their parents to discuss who would be best suited to be her mate as you promised that you’d be also paying a fee for unintentional break in her previous engagement that the vase represented, which she was more than happy to recieve. Especially when you offered her three times the price you quoted his parents previously. Being three thousand Federation credits. Which only made the other members of the envoy that much more eager to accept the percived fortune for accepting the flower and it’s intended meaning and traditions and responsibilities as you made the notes in the pad to send the “official incident report” in your business interface and immediately set up the claim and immediately paid it out. Three thousand to his ex fiance. And three thousand to the Ambassador for accepting the change and three thousand for each of her envoy members. Which was way more than they got from the Federation for incidental expenses. And all the parties were elated when they immediately got those credits deposited into their accounts electronically. And were happy to fill out the questionaire that you handled this incident either up to or exceeding their expectations which you were happy to have.

Then you handed the flower off to the ambassador to go after Seshire who openned the door for you the moment he spotted you in the hall from his own correspondance interface that showed him the image viewer from his parents as he was completely unclothed because his species “talked” faster and easier by the almost dizzying array of colors and patterns they showed on thier skin. And while you knew what a few of them meant. The “conversation” he was having with his parents was so fast and so intense it nearly made you dizy and nauseated and if you were prone to epilepsy, surely you would have had a siezure.

But you were not done yet. You unhooked your feet from your boots and floated up to his cieling and in a place his parents couldn’t see before you used your own phone to message him that you’d match what his “pension” would be, before he messaged you back what his pension would be and you narrowly kept yourself from making an audible sound. So you told him that for the “severance” his parents would be “suffering” for his absense, that you would match it and then surpasss it by 200% more. In effect tripling it with the added bonus of no more melons needed or required. Which was an expense you could very easily afford.

And once he seemed to “communicate” that with his parents, suddenly his own coloring slowed down and the colors became much more pleasant in appearance- before they seemed pleased.

So you officially sent the correspondance to your business interface that they’d accept the full insurance payout for the broken vase itself. Which you would personally see to it that it would actually be your higher payouts. Usually reserved for “centerpieces” for peace summits. The full ten thousand federation credits. Which honestly, you'd see a tiny bump in insurance premiums, but it was well worth it since you usually never had insurance claims. The food centerpieces- basically the intergalactic equivolent of having a edible arrangement. It was the most expensive thing that your company could insure and always ensured it's safe delivery.

And especially once you put in the communication as to why you were paying them so much more because of the “cultural significance” and the “life altering affects” that such damage that you "unwittingly inflicted", and “unintentionally” caused them. They were more than happy to accept it and happily agree that Seshire served his family, his community and his people best right where he was on the space station with his aunt as the Ambassador. And that payment came with the added bonus of his first "severance" payment with it that they'd be getting once a month for as long as Seshire was here. While also filing an incident report with the Federation on Seshire's behalf and explained what had "happened" and how you had resolved it but that Seshire and the rest of the envoy needed raises because of how harsh the living conditions were that they endured without complaint. Which most Ambassadors did nothing but complain. But because it came from you- and the special relationship you and most importantly your very vital job with the Federation. The Federation kinda always had a 'whatever this family wants, they get'- kind of thing. Because of the whole 'don't bite the hand that feeds you' rule. Literally.

So the Federation was quick to rectify the situation so that Lashi and her envoy could properly have all the same "functions" that any other Ambassador did.

Which meant, Seshire was all yours. And your smile of happiness was nearly blinding as you did a little happy dance on his ceiling.

The moment they were out of aligment and the data stream ended. He immediately jumped from the floor up to the cieling to be with you to actually pick up where you had left off.

“Thank you.” He managed to thank you between soul scourching kisses as you readily helped him undress yourself since he was already undressed and had to stand in such a way that his cock was hidden behind the desk chair.

“Hmm, you’re missing something.” He noted when leaned back to appraise your body that he found practically irresistable.

“What?” You asked.

“You said 'you could get your cock sucked'. I don’t see one on you.” He noted which got you to bark a loud laugh.

“It’s an expression that any gender can use.” You readily defended.

“Well, let me see what I can do.” He practically purred befor he attached his amazing mouth to your sex.

Now the most glorious thing about his species? They had four “lips” that concealed four more “tongues” before a set of what could be considered “teeth” before he had four more corresponding “tongues” on the other side of those teeth to help them slurp up their food in any and all it’s forms.

And right now the top two “lips” Seshire had were spreading your feminine folds while the back two caressed your taint and even your pucker. All while his tongues all battled each other to stimulate your clitorous while the others stuffed themselves into your canal and had found your g-spot while you said a string of curses yourself. Especially as pleasure bloomed in huge booms inside your body while his other apendages both anchored both of you to the ceiling while also caressing all those erogenous zones he had been researching about on human women.

And you had seen and read and perhaps written- your fair share of tentacle porn, but this? Oh gods, was somehow a million times better than any of that. Because while his mouth was on your sex and the air was already thick and heavy in his room, which made your labored breathing that much more intense but also made the pleasure that much more intense too. While it seemed Seshire seemed quite intent to try to suck your soul out of you through your pussy which you were pretty sure what he was trying to do.

Your senses were flooded in too much pleasure and euphoria to care about what or how he was using his more than abundant mouth parts to bring you this kind of pleasure. But whatever he was doing and whatever he was doing it with- felt better than anything ever had before. And when you managed to open your eyes, the colors and patterns on his skin were the most vibrant ‘I love this’ pattern you had ever seen before. So you weren’t sure if he really was enjoying this taste of you or if he just loved you that much too.

Your back arched off the ceiling and your legs camped tightly around his head to keep it right there which only spurned him to stuff as much of his face into you as he could to escape the crushing strength of your thighs had on his head and neck. While you sunk your fingers into the very apendages caressing, petting and stroking the rest of your body.

Your voice reached a fevored pitch crying out his name while you came and something about your own essences that you released when you came- soon coated his mouth tentacled tongues and gushed around his tongues and down his throat. But he somehow got hungrier for them. And he continued his quest to drink as much of your precious nectar as he could.

But by the third orgasm, you finally begged and pleaded for him to stop and pull away because you were overstimulated and the pleasure was at that point- that it was no longer pleasurable, but rather painful, before he finally relented but still wrapped his other arms and appendages around you to jettison you to the bed area where he anchored you to that as well so you could recover and catch your breath while he could too from those exertions.

“Sorry, you, you tasted too good. It was so hard for me to stop once I started.” He apologized as he heaved his own breaths on top of you.

“Yeah, I, uh, I, gathered that.” You smiled even though your body was slick with sweat which Seshire’s body’s appendages were eager to “lick” off of you to help cool you down.

“Even your perspiration is delicious. You know, when I talked to the JIka consorts among the others that took on Earth native lovers, specifically humans. They all warned me that the pheromones in the body’s excretions that could both be tasted and smelled, could either offend or draw in a potential mate. They were not kidding or joking about that. Fuck." Seshire panted.

"LIke, my species naturally has some, but it’s usually tasted in physical contact. Which is why our skin is so permeable. But when I shook hands with you the first day we met, I nearly went to my knees and licked up your arm. Because holy fucking shit did you taste amazing. Which is why I did everything in my power to flirt with you and get to know you better and lose sleep doing research on humans and their courting behaviors. And researched how you made friends and fromed pack bods. And I've just been insatiable for that kind of knowledge ever since. And then your personality was epic because the more I got to know you, I was just as attracted to you as a person as I was physically to your body. Which was why getting that fucking arranged marraige flower in the fucking mail felt like a faceplant on Earth’s pavement. I don’t care if I have to go anywhere else or how harsh the conditions I have to endure to be- if you can survive them, I can too. Because fuck Cepha 4, there is no one else in this universe I could ever want to be mated with more than you.” Seshire confessed which made you smile and so happy as you hugged him even harder as his tongues licked off the sweat from your face and neck which got you to giggle. Because not only was it slightly ticklish, it was also something you knew his species did in pairbonding. Lots and lots of touching and caressing and cleaning.

“Well, I usually make a habit of not flirting with my customers. But obviously the feeling and attraction was mutual. So I obviously bent the rules for you. But only you.” You reassured him as you both seemed to calm down.

"I know. It's why I had such high hopes. Because I saw the way you interacted with the others and noticed how the way you interacted with me was different." He grinned.

"Well and you're not the only one to have done their homework." You hinted before you sucked off every tongue he had as a pleasured moan seemed to reverberate through his body as not an inch of your body was actually touching his bed. Everything except your face had a piece of himself touching you and anchoring your super light body to his bed to hold you there so you wouldn't float away from him. Plus he was now, officially incredibly possessive.

But soon you both seemed to recover enough before going in for the main event for you- which was penile- vaginal sex which was somehow- just as epic as him eating you out was.

You didn’t care if you had to wear weights around his apartment on your neck, waist, wrists and ankles, for you to move in with him because you could get used to the thicker atmosphere and the near 100% humidity if it meant that Seshire would practically lick it off of you. You could make this work, as long as you needed it to because you loved the person you were doing this for.

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Kinktober Day 25- Threesome/Moresome

Ok, so opposite end of the spectrum from Day 24 about Chastity Cages as far as Micro-mermaids because mating balls, aka orgies are a norm for breeding anyway. And what better way to show the other end of the spectrum than middle gens as opposed to last gen/first gens.

So this is basically smut but with lots of feelings.

A million thanks to @starsandskies for her kinktober prompts that yes, I know it's now practically middle of November. But damn it. I will do all of these. ALL. OF. THEM. Even if it takes me till Dec-fucking-ember.

Kinktober Day - Threesome/Moresome

Micro- Mermaid Mating Ball

Big Daddy and Skinny Daddy

Echonah, Aurorahanna, and Omega.

“Ok guys, here are some mating gifts to choose from.” Vivian offered as she dumped a bag of assorted little shells and beads and little trinkets in a huge line down the tank’s bottom as you and your siblings eagerly gathered everything you thought would appeal to a mate as a courting gift.

You and your siblings were at the last adolescence stage before you were all considered full fledged adults. And you and your siblings were middle batched. Of only 53 eggs that were laid, successfully hatched and raised by your parents. It was considered your parent’s true middle batches. It had 27 males and 26 females. Which was normal. Most middle batches were split 50/50 males vs females plus or minus 1-3 for either side.

You had all spent the whole day yesterday knitting a whole quilt’s worth of patches with your individual names knitted right into the patch like square- they were to accompany all the gifts you were currently collecting to appeal to a future mate. Although the prettiest of the beads usually were quickly snatched to go into your hair as decoration to also decorate your seashell bras that you and your sisters were just now finishing budding breasts to fill. Some of your sisters actually had to be on their second and third bra by now because their breasts kept growing and overflowing the previous shell bras while others had yet to even fill their first ones.

You were grateful to be in the middle. You filled your seashell bra nicely and to the point you had decent cleavage but not to the point that you needed to remake it and redo it.

Once every mini pocket you had weaved into your own bag was filled with a gift and a patch you swam around the pile as did your siblings, all of you making sure you didn’t miss anything special or anything useful before you found a shard that looked like a perfect match to the three you were already wearing.

You wore one on a lanyard around your neck to keep for personal protection and you had two more on a special belt around your hips that you hoped would be the perfect gift for your potential mate once you went through the preliminary courting phase where you met everyone in the tank and got to hand pick who appealed the most to you. But this would match with your first shard so now you had two sets before you saw yet another set and without thinking, took those with you too as you quickly spun your seasilk about the handles so that the shards themselves resembled stone age weapons but the seasilk would keep your hand and the hands of your potential mate from cutting themselves on the shards.

Once everyone had thoroughly picked through everything, you all simply sat and continued to eat and talk about what kind of mate you would hopefully find in the mating tank.

“So what are you looking for Aura?” Your brother Luray asked.

“Just…someone balanced. He doesn’t need to be the biggest micro in the tank and he doesn’t need to be the smartest. But, just balanced between the two.” You shrugged.

“What about you?” You asked him.

“The same. She doesn’t have to be the prettiest or the most well endowed or the smartest, but just, something in the middle. A good balance.” He answered.

“Well, I hope we all find what we’re looking for, but especially you.” You offered to your favorite brother who incubated and hatched right alongside you as you hugged his arm and laid your head on his shoulder as you both basked in the special sunlamp to digest what you had eaten while also keeping your bags close for when the net would be brought in to take you and your siblings to the mating tank.

And sure enough, only several minutes later, the special container meant to house all of you and your siblings were put in as you all said your last goodbyes to your parents before you all eagerly and happily swam into the net and hung onto each other before the container was tilted up right and pulled out of your parents tank before it was carried over to the large mating tank where two huge swordfish were already hanging in there as you could see all the males gravitate to one while all the females gravitated to the other.

But since you and your clutch mates had already eaten, you instead made the priority to find good nesting sites as you found the perfect one and immediately claimed it by hanging the curtain with your name knitted large and wide across it was put across the top as you put that over the opening but no sooner had you done so before another male came over.

“Dang it, I knew I should have claimed this when I saw it.” He snapped his fingers as you could tell by his tone he wasn’t angry but still playfully disappointed.

“Sorry, you snooze, you lose.” You called out with a laugh from behind the curtain as you were still putting it in place.

“Well it’s not a complete loss, at least this one is similar.” He said as he claimed the one immediately next to it as you looked over to see a very skinny, scrawny male immediately try to claim that one by using his seasilk to make a bigger curtain outline that what he had previously woven before. Like a spider, spinning a web, he slowly knitted the top of it before he knitted more of the edges to the others to at least try to claim the space as his own but you could see when he would be done, it would be perfect and custom made just for the opening as you admired his ingenuity. Maybe he just needed to be fed better.

“So did you try to save all the food for your sisters?” You asked as you used one of the edges that was between your nest site and his because the space shared a little space that both of you could easily swim through to get from his site to yours as you used your own patch to help knit the corner over to where he had it as you marvelled at the silky softness of his own silk. This was finer than even your own. And it was downright gorgeous. He had to be the prettiest micro you had ever seen, just on the skinny side.

“No, I’m just the runt of my clutch. I’ve always been small and skinny. No matter how much my siblings tried to feed me to help me catch up. I can eat more than any of my clutchmates can, I eat until my stomach pouches out like I’m the female with an egg laden pouch but my stomach only stays that way for a little bit and quickly enough my stomach finishes it off and by morning, or even only a few hours later, I’ve already digested it and passed it and ravenous for more food. But, I’m still just always thin. I guess I just have a high metabolism. I still digest all the food but my body just does so very quickly.” He answered.

“Oh, I see.” You nodded once you finished and moved onto the next one to help him continue trying to claim the space as his own.

“I’ve already been labeled in the system as a high metabolism runt anyway and I’m being tested to see if I have hyperthyroidism among other things.” He grunted as you realized that while he was rather skinny, the muscle he did have- while it didn’t have bulk, was just as strong as any other you supposed. He just didn’t have a lot of excess fat on his body or more bulk to his perfectly strong body.

“Do you feel sick?” You asked thoughtfully.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve just always been this way. I’ve just learned to live with it. But I wanted the best nesting site in the tank just to try to show I’m not a bad mate, or a bad choice for a mate, I’m just…small. And my siblings gave me all the prettiest gifts just to make up for it. But…” He grunted in frustration as he finally finished that corner before he came to see that you had used your own patches down the side to attach that whole side to where he had laid the anchor seasilk strand.

“Oh Aurorahana, you didn’t have to use your own patches to help me.” He tried to say as he saw the way they were knitted into place and appreciated how you had done so but you saw the reverent way he touched the patches themselves as he traced your name.

“But I wanted to. So I did.” You grinned.

“Thank you.” He thanked you earnestly.

“You’re welcome Echonah.” You offered since his name was already weaved into the curtain.

“But your patches are able to be seen from the outside, the other males will think you’re already paired with me.” He realized.

“So? Tell you what, if you find another mate, you can replace her patches with mine or you can weave another layer of seasilk over it if you’d prefer. But if not. Then let me be the first to offer you a courting gift.” You offered before you took the belt around your hips and put it around his waist before you had to cinch it smaller since his waist was smaller than your own but he just hugged you and started crying.

“Thank you so much. I was so scared. I thought every girl in here would take one look at my body and write me off and I’d have to go into singles or something.” He cried into the crux of your neck and shoulder.

You hugged him just as tightly as he was hugging you as your back cracked, but in a good way as you comforted him. He was as long as you but half your size. It was like he was still prepubescent or something but he still smelled full grown and fully mature and otherwise his facial features showed he was an adult. Just a skinny one. Which didn’t bother you at all. He was obviously self conscious about it, but sensitive and sweet otherwise. And you were sure that whatever was wrong with him, was fixed, he’d be just fine in no time.

“So you don’t have an owner yet?” You asked as you pet down his head and back as he seemed to relax and melt into the soft corals were you two were laying, side by side on the little space between his nest site and yours.

“No. All of my siblings do already. Ethel was going to hold me back into the micro-long term care tanks until the tests come back. But I don’t know if anyone will be willing to take me on if whatever might be wrong with me, costs a lot in medication. So chances are, I’ll either be a charity case or stay here at the center. And I’ve always been terrified I’d be culled because I wasn’t worth the investment in my care.” He confessed.

“Oh poor Echonah. I’m so sorry you’ve felt that way and had to carry that mental burden. That’s not right or fair. Maybe it’s the stress from all that, that’s made this worse. But I’m sure once they have an answer and get you the care and attention and even medications that you need, you’ll be fine. It’s going to be ok. I’m sure it will be.” You reassured him.

“But I hate to drag you down either. I don’t want you to feel like I’m keeping you from finding a better mate.” Echonah admitted before you kissed him sweetly.

“Hush, stop that. All I wanted in a mate was someone who liked me for me. I’m not anything too special myself. And if you need extra help, then you need extra help. I’m sure if our positions were reversed, you’d probably be doing the same thing right? You wouldn’t look at a super skinny girl and think that she’s a lost cause would you?” You asked.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Well I don’t think you’re a lost cause either. You’re sweet and kind and caring. And that’s all I was looking for, was the personality. The body doesn’t matter much to me, even if that body needs extra care.” You reassured him before he used surprising strength to pin you down into the soft corals to kiss you and kiss you like a micro-merman starved as you practically melted into place.

“You need these, and these and these.” He finally pulled himself away to get into his own bag and pulled out the most gorgeous pearl jewelry you had ever seen in your life, a choker, a necklace, a belt, arm bands and bracelets.

“Oh my goodness.” You couldn’t help but giggle in delight as you were now more decked out in jewelry than you thought you’d ever be as you noticed that the seasilk used to make it was especially fine and silky and beautiful and looked like it had an iridescence too before you looked over at the half hung curtain and realized it was made from the same.

“Is this your seasilk?” You asked.

“Yeah, it’s really thin.” His shoulders rose in a little anxiety.

“It’s gorgeous and really soft. You could probably make seasilk lace with it. And your owner could sell that for a fortune.

“But I don’t know the patterns for it.” He admitted.

“Then I’ll show you. But first we need to put up the rest of your curtain. So here. Use these for the rest of the border, I’ll go get us some lunch while you do.” You offered as you gave him a huge stack of your patches to use.

“Thank you, Aurorahanna.” He thankfully took them.

“Aura, just call me Aura, only my parents used my full name when I was in trouble.” You reassured him before you emptied your bag into the little cubby that was there as you offered anything and everything in it to him if he wanted any of it, but he insisted that the patches were already more than he could have ever hoped for before you left and used your spare set of daggers on another belt and put it under the belt that the pearls were on before you kissed him sweetly goodbye before you would leave to get him some brain or eyeballs from the head of that swordfish.

“Ok, you can call me Echo for short then too, please be safe Aura.” He offered as he was happy and you could tell, practically love drunk just kissing you softly yet earnestly all the same.

“You too, when you’re done, we’ll work on taking down this excess soft coral between your nest and mine so that it’s all one big nest, how’s that?” You offered.

“You got it.” He reassured you.

“Hey, have you ever had eyeballs or brains before?” You asked him.

“No.” He shook his head no.

“Oh they’re the most nutritious and fattiest parts of any animal, especially fish. So I’ll go get you some and I’ll try to wrap it in regular flesh just in case it doesn’t taste too good.” You offered.

“I will eat anything you give me, I trust you.” Echo reassured you.

“And I trust you.” You reassured him before you left and nearly got swarmed and bombarded by Echo’s sisters who recognized their brothers handiwork.

“Oh may all the gods bless you, thank you so much for choosing Echonah, we were so worried about him! Thank you so much. We know he’s skinny but he’s the best possible mate as far as personality goes.” They all thanked you, as you could tell he was very beloved among his sisters at least as they were obviously very worried about him as his sisters were probably the prettiest girls in the tank.

“You’re welcome. He’s great and you’re right about the personality part. He just needs extra care. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Actually I need help. Has he ever had an eyeball or brain or even liver or anything like that?” You asked them.

“I don’t think so, those things usually don’t taste the best though.” They frowned.

“Well they’re the most nutritious parts of a fish. Can you help me harvest those on these fish for him? And perhaps the neck and throat and belly too since those are usually the best and fattiest meat on the fish too?” You asked hopefully.

“For Echo and his mate? Anything.” They readily assured you as they all swam and helped you harvest the eyeballs at least from the girl’s swordfish since such things were already harvested from the boy’s already. So the girl’s swordfish was the only one available that was left. So all of you worked together to get the two eyeballs too. As well as all the throat and belly meat and liver and put them in their own bags which were actually on the small side.

“So why are your courting gift bags so small?” You asked them.

“We all agreed that until Echo got paired up, we wouldn’t pair up. And therefore didn’t think many would be interested in us once they saw him and think we’d have sons just like him.” They admitted.

“Oh, I’m so sorry you’ve all felt that way. I take it, all of you are protective of him?” You asked.

“Yeah, he’s our littlest brother and our big brothers teased him relentlessly that he’d be culled every time the employees would come to feed us so Echo would hide in the nest actually. And it made us really angry and really upset that they did that.” They all admitted.

“Well point your other brothers out to me so that none of my sisters choose them.” You offered.

“Only if you’ll do the same but for the opposite reason. Are your brothers as nice and sweet and caring as you?” They asked hopefully.

“Well I guess so. Granted we didn’t have any runts or anything like that in our clutch. But my parents taught them to be good partners, both protective, yet caring, thoughtful, sensitive and helpful and to be very involved fathers and while they used to roughhouse a lot, they were never mean or cruel or anything like that.” You answered.

“Can you please point them out to us?” They asked.

“Of course, especially, once we get to this brain and give it to Echo, I’ll bring you all around to them, hopefully they’re still single.” You offered as you used your biggest dagger like a spike and a piece of gravel like a hammer to widen the entrance from the cord that connected the eyeballs to the brain that you had hollowed out as you sat in the now empty eye socket to do so with your bag with the eyeballs bulging from the bag and hanging from your tail as you used the bracelets to tie up your hair at least to keep it out of your face while you worked before there was an audible crack as the skull itself broke and the skull broke apart and revealed that sweet, fatty brain to you as you carved as much out of it as you could and put it in your bag.

“Here, try. Tell me what you think.” You offered as you took the first hunk and sliced it up into bite sized pieces and passed them around as they looked unsure at first but once they took a tentative bite, then they practically inhaled it.

“It’s so good! Like pure fat but better!” They all realized.

“Yup. My father always fed my mother the liver, the eyeballs, the brains and the throats and bellies because he said those were the best parts and that my mother deserved the best because she’s the one who laid all the eggs and needed the extra nutrition from those parts.” You answered before they all awwed in adoration.

“Ok, I will need help carting more of this back to Echo, could you please help me?” You asked before they all were eager to get a hunk of brain into their own bags for their brother along with the best pieces of the fish for him too while others got pieces of the leanest parts just in case it was too fatty for his taste buds too.

“Oh sweet you got the brains!” A huge micro-merman praised when he heard the crack and came over to investigate as he had already devoured those parts from the skull of the boy’s fish himself and was coming over to feast on the girl’s one, thinking such delicacies would be overlooked and ignored.

He was, at least five times the size of Echo. He was big, fat, but hulking practically. His fat overflowed most of his features actually. But you supposed he was kind of cute, in his own way.

“She did! Are you a brother of hers?” Echo’s sisters answered brightly before you paused and looked out at him curiously as you could see the fat practically dissolve off of him as he smelled like he had been practically rolling in brains himself.

“Nope, no relation, at least that I know of.” You informed them.

“Oh.” They nodded before they turned away from him to eagerly keep getting the hunks of brain you were slicing into as more and more of your body could fit into the brain’s compartment before you were able to carve out a space just for you in the skull itself and drop off hunks into the eye socket as his sisters took turns getting the hunks for Echo.

“So I take it you’re introducing these lovely ladies to the best parts of the fish?” He guessed as he addressed you.

“Yes, in a way. I'm harvesting them for my mate who needs them and these are my mate's sisters who are worried about him. My father always said these were the best parts and always gave them to my mother since producing and laying eggs was always the hardest on her body and he always wanted to make sure she was full and healthy whenever we ate and taught all of my brothers that the best way to take care of a mate was always offer the best of everything to her.” You beamed happily.

“So when she’s done harvesting all of this for our brother, who needs this, she’s introducing us to her brothers.” Echo’s sisters told the newcomer before they closed in around the socket to take the new hunks of brain you were putting there.

“Oh.” He said as he flushed and self consciously swiped the fatty residue off of his own arms and chest and dug into his chins to get the rest.

“Mega!” Another micro-mermaid said as she came over to him and took refuge behind him.

“Can you please tell this man to get lost? He won’t take my 'no' for an answer.” She pleaded with her biggest brother as Echo’s sisters were mortified that it was one of their other brothers.

“That’s one of our brothers, Azal.” The closest sister muttered to you as they all glared at their brother.

“You heard her! She said no! So go be a fish dick somewhere else!” Echo’s sisters yelled at him as they shoved him away themselves.

“Oh shut up and go coddle Echo, wherever that runt is hiding out so he doesn’t get culled.” Azal sneered at them.

You growled before you swam out of that skull and outright attacked him.

“You blatant disrespectful bastard!” You screamed as you used the piece of gravel to hit him in the head repeatedly as Mega and his sister were stunned and Mega practically was ready to propose for that display of aggression and clearly - self defense.

“Do you really think anyone gives a piece of fish shit what you- sea cucumber brained idiot thinks?!” You hollered as your brothers recognized your yell and came over to see you beating this guy before they intervened before you actually slit his throat or stabbed him to death.

“Woah, woah, woah, Aurorahanna, woah. Easy!” Lauray said as he gently restrained you to keep from actually killing this bastard.

“What did he do to you?” Your brothers asked worriedly as they checked you over for injuries but didn’t see any while Azal’s brothers came to make sure he was ok before they recognized the jewelry you were wearing and immediately connected the dots as to why and how you were wearing it.

“Oh you dumb bitch! Really? You’re really going to fall for the most pathetic micro in the tank?” Azal’s brother’s taunted you.

“Woah!” All your brothers were outright offended that you’d be insulted and were ready to beat this guy’s fins into the gravel.

“He is not pathetic!” You and his sisters screamed angrily in unison.

“He is sick and needs more medical attention than your tiny little sea cucumber brain can comprehend. He is already a hundred times the man you are. You’re his brother! You should be a good big brother and look out for him rather than make fun of him and scare him to death his whole life! The lot of you should be ashamed of yourselves! What? Your parents loved and cared for him more than they ever cared for you so you felt the need to take that out on him? Are all of you that petty in your jealousy?” You taunted right back just as angrily and just as defiantly as your brothers had to hold you back from actually finishing him off.

“And your parents are so inbred that you and all of your siblings are stupid enough to dump your backwater genetics into deadends?” They taunted right back before Mega’s brothers who were only slightly smaller than himself came over to see you, covered in another micro’s blood and being held back by other males as it appeared you just beat the shit out of another micro but had overheard the exchange and came over to curiously investigate.

“Oh you motherfucker!” You wriggled out of your brother’s hold to throw your dagger at him and it lodged into his shoulder, but missed his heart as he screamed in pain and agony.

“You psycho bitch!” Azlar’s brothers yelled before Mega’s brothers came between you and Azlar and his brothers.

“Hey, you disrespected her and you disrespected her family. You got what you deserved.” They insisted as they surrounded Azlar and his brothers before Mega came and dislodged your dager, but not before twisting it and moving it around until he looked like a sea urchin spike had lodged itself into his shoulder.

“Get lost and quit giving her and her family trouble or I will have no problems hunting each one of you tonight myself and handing your heads over to her for insulting her and her honor and her family’s honor.” Mega snarled before Azlar and his brothers slinked away before Mega handed you your blade back.

“Are all your sisters like you?” Mega asked.

“Yeah. Each one feistier than the last.” Lauray laughed as he gestured to where they had come to see what was going on.

“And these are my brothers.” You told Echo’s sisters as well as all of Mega’s sisters eagerly began to take up with your brothers too as the two groups immediately started chatted each other up and began to immediately try to pair up before the sisters came and oohed and awed at the “curtain” Echo had made with all your patches as they dropped off all the food you had collected as Mega hung back to see what micro had captured the heart of the greatest female in the tank.

He could only smile bittersweetly to see the little scrawny, but otherwise very handsome guy. But you had been right. He did look sickly skinny but really nice and the smiles of adoration between the two of you made his heart twist and ache. Because the way you were with Echonah was what he had wanted for himself.

But seeing as how none of your sisters were left, he felt like he had missed his chance as every other micro female he looked out at just didn’t seem to compare. So he simply put his things in the next nest on the other side of you, hoping that one of Echo’s sisters would perhaps take an interest in him.

But they were already with all your brothers and practically competing with his own sisters for their attention. So he just dumped his bag of gifts and put them in the nest but otherwise went back to the skull and used his own tools to chip out a bigger opening for you to enter and excavate the skull of it’s brain as he filled one eye socket with a heavy rock to keep anyone else from entering and tunneling from the other side and stood guard over the other.

Echo, tried, really hard to get over the ick of the eyeball. But he just, could not eat the eyeball itself, he was ok with eating the fatty flesh that surrounded it but the eyeball itself, he couldn’t do, but the brains, he readily gobbled that up. Never having anything that fatty before.

“I’m gonna go get you some more.” You assured him as his sisters told him about what you had done and how much you had defended him against his brothers. Which was great because it showed how close and strong of a connection he had already made with you. And how deserving you were to wear all that beautiful jewelry he had made for you, that you graciously left there in the nest so it wouldn’t get harmed while you mined for more brains from the skull as Echo felt unworthy but grateful for it.

“What are you doing?” You asked when you approached Mega when you saw the other eyeball was filled with a rock you couldn’t squeeze around.

“Making sure your mate could get all the brains for himself. It looked like he needs it. I didn’t want anyone else taking the food supply you had already claimed for him.” Mega said as he graciously moved aside to show you that he had already cleared a way for you.

“Oh, thank you.” You thanked him graciously.

“You can go pair up with another, there’s not a whole lot left for me to get.” You answered as you took the eyeballs out of your sack but weren’t sure what to do with them.

“He won’t eat those?” Mega asked.

“No, he uh, he’s squeamish about them.” You admitted as you held them in your hand and looked at it a little dejectedly.

“Have you ever eaten one?” He asked.

“No. My mother always said that of all the acquired tastes, this was one of the hardest ones to acquire.” You said as you simply sat in the socket and still held the eye.

“Here, do what I do.” He said as he took the eyeball very gently from your hands so you could get the other.

“Now usually the liquid inside has a peculiar taste and texture, which if you’re not used to it, can be a little unsettling, cause it’s thick like goo. But, if you cut off the lens and the iris, and then cut the back of the eyeball up into strips, it doesn’t taste too different from much of anything else but it is extra nutritious.” He coached you as he gently took it from you to point to the various parts of it before he took his own dagger like shard and expertly pierced it and began to suck on the fluid inside before you did the same, making a face as you did so. It wasn’t so much the taste, as it was the texture. It wasn’t necessarily slimy, just, thick goo.

“Taste bad?” He guessed as he read your overly adorable expression.

“It’s not necessarily the taste, it’s the texture.” You answered as you smacked your tongue and lips together as your face wasn’t sure if you liked it or hated it or what.

“There’s nothing quite like it is there?” Mega asked with a grin.

“No, no there isn’t. Jellyfish maybe?” You shrugged.

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never eaten one.” He shrugged before he finished off the liquid easily, sucking out the rest until the eyeball practically shrivled up on itself as you drank more of it, the taste and texture growing on you the more you did.

“Ok, so we don’t need this outer lens, so cut this off.” He offered as he cut it off as you did the same, mirroring his movements before he cut the iris out too which you did the same.

“Now, you take your blade you cut it into one long loop in a spiral.” He coached as you followed his movements as you did the same before you were both left with one long continuous strip of flesh which you both rolled back up before gave it to you.

“Thank you Mega, for showing me this. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s Omega actually. I was the born the runt too.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Really?” You asked, in pleasant surprise, because he didn’t look like it.

“Yeah, that’s Alpha, the first born son in my parent’s clutch. But because I was the runt, I was fed the eyeballs, the fattiest parts of the fish and the liver and heart and all that to help me catch up. And then not only did I catch up, I surpassed them. And then I just grew to really enjoy the taste of those things, so I just kept on indulging in them. Obviously.” He shrugged as he looked down at his own bulging belly rather shamefully as it was apparent, he too was self conscious about his own appearance too.

“So, chances are, in a few cycles, your mate will catch up no problem.” Omega tried to reassure you.

“Thank you. I really appreciate the reassurance.” You thanked him gratefully as he seemed to find an excuse to leave but was reluctant to.

“Just, curious. Why did you pick your mate? Just so when I do find a mate, I can tell them what to try to make themselves out to be to catch any child of yours' eye.” He asked as you blushed prettily and bashfully and smiled fondly.

“That someone is not their appearance, nor their health. Echo is sick. It’s plain for me to see. And the fact that his own brothers made fun of him and cruelly teased him for it. Just makes me think that maybe it wasn’t about Echo at all, it was about Echo getting all the attention from his parents and his sisters, leaving the other sons to- I guess, fend for themselves and it was obvious that their parents poured everything into Echo, not wanting him to be culled. But in doing so- ignored the whole other half of their clutch which wasn’t really fair to them either because obviously, they didn’t learn any kind of manners or decorum.” You sighed rather defeatedly as you simply laid down in the socket like a hammock as Omega came closer.

“Obviously.” Omega readily agreed.

“Obviously, your parents did though.” You appraised.

“They tried. They mainly noticed how big I was getting and urged me that if I was going to be big, I should have as much muscle as I did fat. So they had me and my brothers regularly strengthen ourselves by moving all the parts of the tank around.

“Wow.” You blinked in surprise.

“I mean, it obviously worked.” You gestured to him, since you could clearly see there was huge, hulking muscle underneath the thick layers of fat.

“Yeah, a little too well I think. Most of the girls looked at me and my brothers and thought we were gonna crush them I guess, even when our sisters showed that they were just as strong as we were and just as bulky and that we weren’t aggressive, just…big.” He admitted as he folded his arms over his chest, only accentuating how big they were even more before he looked over to see Echo’s brothers watching him closely.

“Get in the skull. We’re being watched by the brothers of your mate, I don’t want to cause any problems between you two.” Omega urged you before he swam away towards them only to see them scatter as you leaned forward to see them do so and smiled sadly at Omega’s back, wishing there could be two of you. One for Echo and one for Omega only to find his bag with a message carved just inside where he had made room for you to show his bag.

‘For the girl who has everything, may she always have everything she wants and needs and may this food help her mate make a full recovery.’ He carved into the skull before you saw his bag there with nothing but more shards of all kinds in here as you sat there, with the light filtering through the opening and looking at the carving and crying bittersweet tears. He was just as sweet and just as kind as Echo was. But just, vastly different body.

You managed to use the shards he left in his bag to carve out the rest of the remaining brains but spent extra time to weave something extra special for him as thanks for the message as you paused in watching him swim around rather aimlessly, most of the girls scattering the moment he had any kind of line of sight with them which broke your heart to see, feeling angry and upset that these other girls were doing by avoiding him.

So you did something about it. You got his bag and brought it back to him.

“I just wanted to say thank you again for all the help you gave me with helping me get the best food on the swordfish for my sick mate. You’re the best friend anyone could ever hope or want. Thank you. Here, I made you this. So that you can always have everything you need to protect your future mate from whatever dangers she might face. But with you as her mate, I doubt she would ever have to worry about much of anything.” You loudly said as you put one end of the large belt into one hand and swam around him to loop the large belt around his belly, hoping and praying you made it wide and long enough for him, with all of his shards placed into various spots as you had organized them and added extra flourishes to the handles too, hoping the other girls who were hiding behind the swordfish itself were hearing and watching you do so.

Then you surprised him with a gentle kiss to the cheek and hugged him as you felt like you could sink into the pillowy softness while be warmed by the heat radiating from his body while he did so as he gently but reverently hugged you back.

“You’re welcome.” He replied.

“No worries. The right one will see you for you. It’s not the form that counts, but the heart and soul beyond them.” You reassured him in turn.

You reluctantly had to pull yourself away from him as he too seemed reluctant to let you go before he forced himself to withdraw only to feel frozen still as he watched you swim away with a sweet smile and unshed tears glazing your eyes over your shoulder. He could only smile bittersweetly as tears glazed his own eyes as you swam back to find Echo.

But when you did, he was no longer eating the brains, but simply sitting there, looking rather despondent.

“Echo? Are you ok?” You asked him.

“Are you coming back to just collect your things?” He asked.

“What? No. I came back with the rest of the brain for you, like I said was going to.” You answered.

“Really? With Mega?” He asked as there was an edge to his voice, apparently his brothers had seen it and came to plant seeds of doubt into his mind.

“No. There was no way for Omega to fit in there with me. He helped me make the hole for me to access the rest of the brain easier but otherwise he kept guard over it for me so no other would harvest it before I could. Then once I came, he left me to work gathering the rest on my own. He even let me borrow his special shards to do so. So I just got done returning them to him. And now I’m back.” You explained.

“So you’re not leaving me for him?” Echo asked.

“No, not unless you want me to leave. Do you want me to leave?” You asked, just as hurt and wounded as he was.

“My brothers are right. I’m a deadend…” He began before you grabbed him by the shoulders and grasped them firmly.

“No you’re not Echonah! You are not a deadend. You never were and you never will be.” You reassured him as you shook his shoulders to try to shake some sense into him after you put the bag down and knelt in front of him before you moved your hands and reached out to grab his hollowed out cheeks with your hands and cradle them gently and reverently in your hands, your thumbs rubbing over the apples of his cheeks wiping his tears away that were starting to fall away.

“Just because they say that lie over and over and over again, doesn’t make it true. Your brothers are jealous jerks who were jealous of the affectionate attention you got from the rest of your family.” You tried to justify.

“What affectionate attention?” Echonah frowned.

“Your parents didn’t shower you with affectionate attention, trying to help you get better instead of being decent parents to your other brothers?” You asked before he shook his head no.

“Not really. My dad said ‘if he lives, he lives, if he dies, he dies’. My sisters are the only reason I got to live at all because it was only my mother and my sisters who took care of me and fed me. My dad showered my brothers with all the other love and attention and affection while my mother tried to teach my sisters what to look for in a mate, using me as a physical example of what to avoid.” He admitted as it was your turn to look horrified and gutted at that revelation.

“Oh good gods, please tell me that you’d never raise any of our children like that.” You pleaded with him.

“No.” He shook his head adamantly.

“Oh good, thank you so much.” You thanked him as you clung to him and held him as he clung to you so tightly, you feared he was going to break his own arms clinging to you like that.

“Gods, I was so worried you’d take one look at the biggest micro in the tank and second guess your decision and decide to renege.” Echo admitted.

“No, never. I chose you. You chose me. That’s all there is to it right?” You reminded him.

“But what if there is nothing wrong with me and this is just the way I am going to always be?” He asked.

“Then so be it. My parents told me, that the secret person of the heart and soul matters more than the body they inhabit. And that looks can be very deceiving. Omega right now is fighting to prove he isn’t a brute, because most micros in here take one look at him and his size and his big belt with many shards of all kinds. And that’s not true. The truth is…” Your voice grew thick with emotion.

“The truth is, he was born a runt just like you. Only his parents did everything they could to make sure he caught up by eating the very same foods I’m feeding you. Only he grew accustomed to the very acquired tastes and then he not only caught up, but surpassed all of his siblings and then some. Which means these foods will help you. So then his parents urged him and all his siblings to build strength if they were going to be big, might as well be strong right? That’s all. He is just as nice and sweet as you are. And yes, he was a great friend to me today by guarding the rest of the brain until I could get back there and lended me his tools to do so. All so I could do so- for you. He told me plainly he has no interest in causing trouble for me or get in between us. He respects me and my decision about you. Which is a mark of greatness on his own character that he would even go that far. That’s all it was, he was just being a friend to help me with my mate, which is what and who you are. But that’s all he can be because I have you and I’m perfectly happy and content with you. You, kind of called dibs. Finders keepers right?” You recalled with a small laugh which got him to finally ease up.

“Besides, you are trying to prove that you’re not a deadend, which you aren’t. You just need the tender loving care you are owed as a person and a sentient being. And I’m determined to be that person who gives you that. Even if you weren’t given that as a basic right that any and all children should have from their parents. And hopefully you’ve learned from your own parent’s examples of how not to be a parent. Right?” You implored as he laid back on the soft pillowy corals and happily had you lay over him as you pet his head and this super soft, silky yet fine hair.

“Right.” Echo nodded.

“So don’t worry. Besides, I don’t know if you heard, but I did throw a dagger into your bitch ass brother for talking shit. Because I was taught that if you ‘talk shit get hit’. And so he got hit. Hard. And had my own brothers not held me back, I probably would have killed your brother. Which I don’t know if you would have ever forgiven me or what about that. But he’s still alive and for the first time, he got what was coming to him.” You insisted.

“He was just repeating what my father always said.” Echo admitted.

“Well then your dad shouldn’t have been a father. Being a parent means you love all of your children. Even if they are gifted, talented, special or need special attention and as a parent, it's their duty to get their child's extra special needs met. And while we are protected, in a way- from inbreeding, things still happen. And usually in the wild, it’s the survival of the fittest. But that’s the beauty of being in domestication. Is that we have evolved and advanced so much farther than that kind of thinking. Besides, all it should have taught you is how to be kind. How to be creative. How to be smarter than any and all of your siblings. Surviving such an incredibly hard environment with hostile siblings and parents. Which means you’re very resilient to survive such things. So now, don’t worry about surviving. Just rest. And know that I’m not going anywhere. And that as long as you draw breath, I’ll be by your side, no matter what.” You reassured him before he couldn’t help it and kissed you deeply before you started to mate but he finished way before you did and because he was so thin, his cock was thin like he was.

“I’m so sorry My Love.” Echo apologized as he rested over you.

“It’s ok. We’ll get there and get better, practice makes perfect right?” You tried to encourage him as you did your best to bury your disappointment. Surely once he would get the TLC he needed, he would get better, just, not right now perhaps, as he laid beside you and soon fell asleep.

“I’m sorry Aura.” You heard a whisper before you partially rolled over to see Omega in the next nest over, still alone, barely fitting in his own nest actually.

“For what?” You whispered back.

“He couldn’t get you- your pleasure. That sucks. For all you did for him today, he owed you that much at least.” Omega murmured softly.

“It’ll get better. He just needs time and practice. No one starts out being an expert.” You tried to excuse.

“No but he should also learn to use what he has to his advantage, the guy still has two hands and a mouth, he could have used those before he fell asleep.” Omega noted.

“What?” You asked as you laid on your back to see him better.

“My father always used all three to please my mother. So she got three pleasures for every single one he got.” Omega revealed.

“Lucky woman.” You hummed.

“When he wakes up, I can try to teach him if you’d want me to.” Omega offered.

“Please?” You requested.

“Sure, just one thing.” Omega began before he moved from his nest into yours.

“What?” You asked as just his presence so close was making your heart race as you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just as well endowed in his manhood as the rest of his body was.

“I have to learn you first so I can teach him how to please you right.” Omega murmured.

“Oh but…” You started to contest as you did not want to be unfaithful to Echo.

“I promise not to cum in you, all of your eggs will still be fertilized by Echo. I’m just going to give you pleasure with my mouth and hands, that’s all. Then once I learn you, I can teach him how to please you in the future, just in case he doesn’t get bigger and better.” Omega reassured you.

“Ok.” You caved as you made sure Echo was wrapped up in both his blanket and yours and comfy before Omega gently reached around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest before he left the most tender and loving kisses on your neck and shoulder as you melted into him while one of his hands wrapped around your chest to caress your breasts while the other reached into your sex.

Just his fingers were bigger than Echo’s manhood as they found that nub that elicited the greatest pleasure before his fingers swirled and tapped around before delving deeper and before you knew it, he had stuffed his whole hand into you and found a second spot that you didn’t know was there as the heel of his hand continued to rub and swirl around your nub while his fingers practically danced around that inner spot.

You hazily realized that his own cock was pinned between your rear and his own belly. Your assumptions that it matched the rest of him was right. He felt huge, to the point, you’d doubt he’d fit at all into you. But his mouth on your neck and shoulder and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you were completely surrounded yet, in a way filled, with love and affection as he seemed pour all he had into you and in mere moments you nearly bit your tongue in half to try not to scream in pleasure and instead whimpered rather pitifully as you ground into his hand to ride out the epic orgasm before your whole body relaxed as pleasure soaked every millimeter of your body.

“Good?” Omega asked as he had kept an eye on Echo to make sure he didn’t wake up for any of it.

“Great.” You whispered, a pleasured smile plastered on your face.

“Well good, that’s one, lets get two.” Omega insisted before you rolled your head and just needed one kiss. Just one. Just to indulge in the 'might have been'. He tasted amazing and your whole body was eager to take in every drop of love and affection his body was willing to give you.

His mouth soon pulled away to kiss his way down your body before his mouth stopped at your already engorged sex that was starting to deflate as he wiped all the mucus that always coated the sex during mating to keep the sex clean from the surrounding water. The moment he had it sloughed off and moved by his tail fin to his own nest before he buried his face into your sex and began to eat in a way you had never thought possible.

You nearly yelled, both in shock that it would feel so good yet delight as you had to use both of your hands to clamp over your mouth to keep any noise from leaving your mouth but a whimpering keen still escaped through your nose as his mouth lapped and sucked and gently nipped at your bud before his hands returned as he was able to get not one, but both into you as you realized, there wasn’t just one spot, but two, one behind your nub on the inside of the pouch in the entrance and one below it on the bottom.

Omega made a deep rumbly noise that your ears barely heard but you definietly felt in your bones that only made you arch yourself into his mouth, wanting more while your hands went to his hair and grabbed fistfulls of it while your body writhed in pleasure. You did your best to stamp your voice down and as pleasure stuck you too many times for you to keep track of. But you enjoyed every peak, wanting each one to last forever, or at least just one small eternity while you could smell Omega’s pheromones in the water as he released his seed into the soft corals beneath you Since his tail wrapped under your own before you realized your back entrance opened up to suck his ssed in before you could stop it.

In all mermaid biology, because there were no legs to open to reveal a womanly canal. Mermaids had two entrances for thier womb. A front entrance, usually large enough to accommodate one cock, or even two, three at the most. It was uncomfortable but could be done. And usually during a mating ball, that’s when the back entrance opened up and it was a much larger entrance, meant to accommodate at least three to five cocks all by itself. Usually the back entrance had a flap, usually put in the down position to allow waste to exit the body. But in cases of mating balls, the flap could lift up to reveal the backside of the accordion-like structure of the egg pouch so that the eggs could be fertilized both from the front and the back.

And that is what just happened. Your back entrance instinctually opened and sucked in Omega’s seed anyway. Omega’s features were vastly different than those of Echo’s. There was no way you were going to be able to hide the fact that some of your eggs just got fertilized by Omega.

“Fuck.” You gasped.

“What?” Omega asked.

“My back entrance opened and sucked all your seed in.” You gulped as you flushed and all the previous pleasure replaced itself with panic and guilt.

“Whoops.” Omega grimaced as his face and chest was completely covered in your essence and pheromone rich mucus as he looked, actually quite funny as you couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to scrape it off with his hands.

“I should uh, get back to uh, Echo.” You tried to move yourself away.

“Yeah, yeah, sweet dreams.” Omega said as he moved himself off of you so you could go back to your mate as you used the soft corals to try to clean yourself up too before you returned to Echo’s side who was still sleeping so soundly.

You felt guilty for him being none the wiser as you enveloped him in your arms as his bony face used your breast as his pillow as you ran your fingers through his hair and felt could do nothing but pray the eggs that got exposed to Omega’s sperm were already fertilized by Echo but watching your belly be so much larger than it was only moments before, you doubted that. You knew that probably Omega's sperm just fertilized twice as many eggs as Echo’s sperm did. Fuck. How were you going to explain this to him as you fell into a fitful sleep.

Come morning, you woke up alone, wrapped in blankets, both your own, Echo’s and a third that was distinctly Omega's judging by the scent. You damned yourself for burying your face into Omega's and taking in a deep breath as flashes of your lustful union blissfully tortured your memory as you were now no longer in Echo’s nest, but yours as you realized, the spaces between Echo’s nest, yours and Omega’s were now all openned up and just one huge nest.

“Good morning Beautiful.” Echo and Omega greeted you before they both came into yours with huge bags of food for all three of you to eat and share.

“Good morning.” You answered as you grabbed your top and tried to fit into it only to find that your breasts, along with your egg pouch had both grown quite considerably overnight as it was obvious the eggs, were now fertilized and now speedily developing inside you.

“Won’t fit?” Echo asked as he watched your face blush darker and harder the more you wrestled in the blankets to get into your seashell bra that barely covered anything now.

“Uh, no, no it won’t.” You admitted.

“Here. We made you this then.” Echo offered as he pulled something from just out of your view and showed it to you as you recognized it was a blend of Omega’s seasilk and Echo’s. Echo’s seasilk was on one side and Omega’s offered more structure and support while Echo’s offered comfort as you put it on and realized it contained your now bountiful bosom quite nicely.

“We?” You repeated.

“Yeah. We worked together on it. So listen, I was woken up early by Macy, the pairing tank manager and she gave me some news, some good news and bad news.” Echo began.

“Which was? What’s the bad news?” You asked.

“That I’m suffering from hyperthyroidism. And that I need to start taking medication for it. And that if the medications doesn’t fix it, I will need to have surgery.” Echo informed you as your eyes grew wide in fear.

“So that’s the bad news. Here’s the good news.” Echo began with a sweet reassuring smile that showed he wasn’t that upset by such news.

“So, all of your brothers double mated.” Echo began as you blinked in surprise.

“They what?” You balked.

“Yeah, apparently, each of them took one of my sisters.” Echo began.

“And one of mine.” Omega revealed as he was already digging into the blood line flesh from the tuna that had been dropped into the tank that morning since Echo was woken up early, Omega had woken up too and helped Echo figure everything out.

“Oh.” You answered as you wrapped your head around that.

“Which actually worked out because this mating session was girl heavy anyway, but since a whole clutch of males double mated, that meant that now the only males who don’t have a mate are the rest of my brothers.” Echo revealed as you couldn’t stop but smile happily at that news.

“Good.” You nodded in understanding.

“And my sisters and his sisters get along really well and are happy to share your brothers with the other. And frankly your brothers are over the moon to have both. So we have a question for you.” Omega began before he looked at Echo to initiate asking it.

“Would you want to double mate too?” Echo asked you and you were beyond shocked and just stared rather blankly yet in disbelief as you looked between them.

“Look, here’s why I want you to.” Echo began.

“I know I have a lot going on with me and my health and if I don’t survive surgery, then you’re out of a mate and left to raise a clutch by yourself and I don’t want that.” Echo explained.

“But what if you respond to the medications and don’t need surgery in the first place? Isn’t that the worst case scenario?” You asked.

“It is. But it's still a strong possibility, which is why we need to talk about it. If I do, then at least you have Omega. And if I don't then you can hopefully be happy with both of us. But, in the meantime, it’s obvious, there’s still a ton I have left to learn, especially about how to happily and properly please my mate. Which I’ll happily learn, over and over again until I figure it out. But it’s too much to ask of you to sacrifice yourself and your own health to take care of clutch after clutch of eggs while also taking care of me. And honestly, you deserve to have the love and adoration of an entire clutch of males.” Echo began.

“But I don’t want…” You began to argue.

“But you do want both of us. Right? And both of us want you too. We both love you. We both are happy to share you with each other. Omega can take care of the both of us and a huge clutch of eggs, probably all by himself. I mean look at him.” Echo said as he gestured to Omega who laughed around his already bulging cheeks.

“And you’re not upset or betrayed or…?” You asked Echo.

“Nope. Relieved honestly. Because if there was anyone I would and could ever trust to take care of you the way I want to and the way you deserve to, it’s Omega. Plus he’s being put on a special diet to bring his weight down and bring my weight up. So really, it’s us that need each other to balance each other out and for you, you deserve the perfect mate, even if it takes the two of us to give it to you.” Echo reassured you.

“Really?” You asked, as tears began to well in your eyes as you wanted to pinch yourself because this was almost too good to be true and more than you ever thought you could ask for.

“Really.” Echo and Omega answered.

“So, just…the three of us? Together? Happily ever after? No guilt or bad feelings or jealousy or resentment or…?” You tried to ask them, making sure they were still perfectly ok with it.

“No bad feelings, only good.” Omega reassured you.

“Oh thank you.” You thanked them as you hugged them both at the same time and were just so happy and over the moon that you literally got to have them both!

And before you knew it, you were in a mating ball, all between you, Omega and Echo. Omega reached around you and put his fingers over your womanly mound and finally between Omega’s fingers, and Echo’s cock, it was just right. And your rear opening was happy to flip up and to feel all of Omega’s cock finally slide into it, as it was actually a perfect fit for him as you were happy that between Echo’s hold on your waist and one breast while Omega had a hold of your pussy from the front and the other breast and between both of their mouths on you and both of them assuring you and reassuring you of their whole hearted love, and devotion and affection before they moved and actually kissed each other which both intrigued and thrilled you to see for you as it was clear that they both liked it each other both for your sake and yet for their own as well. Which you supposed was a good thing if the three of you were going to be living together and cohabitate happily.

Omega got you to cum from the top spot just as Echo got the bottom spot to get you to orgasm too before they both filled you full, Omega getting all the folds that Echo hadn’t already gotten himself and you were beyond happy, pleasured and satisfied, leaving you in the middle between them as they both hugged you and each other as Omega’s arm was the perfect pillow for you and for Echo.

“That, that was way better than last time.” Echo grinned as you and Omega laughed.

“Yeah,” you both readily agreed.

Once you all recovered, you were happy to eat what they had gotten before it was announced that all paired and mated couples- to please get ready to go as all of you got all of your things and waited as you saw all your sisters happily wait with Omega’s brothers while your brothers were happy with their pair of wives as they were all wore big happy smiles before you, Omega and Echo were picked up and put into a special home that was clearly meant to to keep the three of you in a kind of tank that was both meant to be something of a micro-mermad hospital but also for a mated pairs so that Echo could start treatment for his ailment while Omega got on a diet.

And to your utter relief, Echo responded very well to the medication and didn’t need to have the surgery. Before the three of you got moved to Mandy's home since Mandy was Ethel's go to for special micro care. Mandy's collection housed all of the other micros who had special needs, either health, like diabetes or other ailments. And Ethel subsidized all of Mandy's medication needs and dietary needs of her collection. And while all of Echo's kids would have to be marked to keep an eye out for hyperthyroidism in the future, otherwise they'd be perfectly fine and perfectly healthy.

And by the time you were ready to finally birth the clutch. both Echo and Omega looked perfectly healthy, even though Omega’s size was still bigger than that of Echo but otherwise they had both evened out gorgeously and you couldn’t be happier about it. Now most of Omega's fat had been exersized and dieted away, but left a vast majority of his bulk and strength and they were both given great bills of health.

And watching both of them working together, especially as you laid in the nest as they took turns in putting each precious egg into it's socket with the perfect amount of incubation goo to stick them together and into the socket.

And when the eggs hatched, they were happy to call Omega ‘Big Daddy’ and Echo ‘Skinny Daddy’. And thanks to you having two very loving mates meant that everyone had two fantastic and excellent examples of what great fathers could be and what to look for in perfect mates, but not in physical attributes, but in mind, heart and soul. Because that's where a person's true nature was, and if that was beautiful or handsome, the rest of them wouldn't and shouldn't matter and to that they needed to look past physical appearances to see the true person of the heart beyond them.

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober Day 25 #starsandskieskinktober #starsandskies #Oh this was so sweet and so fun.#Micro mermaid #micromermaids

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