Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 62 (Patreon)

[center]<<Bear Sandosen>>[/center]

When I woke up, it was the result of an elbow hitting my ribs. I sat up, my arm hugging the stinging bone, at the same time as a guttural cry filled my cabin. Turning, I saw the source of both the cry and the elbow was Lisa, Luna and Hyacinth having apparently left already. But judging from the head of hair between Lisa’s legs, Taylor had joined us. She was naked, the muscles of her back drawing my eye, and I could see that she had been working out, giving her an even more athletic, slender body than she'd already had. I watched her for a minute or two, her ass swaying as she pleased Lisa, her arms moving as she gripped her thighs, her mouth moving and her tongue working Lisa's pussy.

Taylor lifted her head, just enough to meet my gaze, and said, “Good morning. Care to join in?”

I chuckled, the tingling sensation from Lisa elbowing me in the ribs rapidly fading. Rather than answering her verbally, I got up and moved behind her, running a hand down her back as I did so. She shivered lightly while leaning back in to resume her efforts to turn Lisa into a pleasured puddle of goo.

Leaning down, I planted a kiss on each of Taylor’s ass cheeks before reaching down and sliding a finger across her lips. Her juices were already coating her thighs and her lips were swollen. She let out a light moan as I teased her, and I placed more kisses along her ass and the back of her thighs.

“Please,” she said, lifting her mouth from Lisa’s clit and looking back at me.

“I suppose I can help you out,” I said with a chuckle as I slipped a finger into her, causing her to shudder and moan.

“Yesss,” Taylor hissed, and went back to eating Lisa out.

I took my time, teasing Taylor with just a finger or two, while occasionally stroking her clit, all the while planting kisses on her back, ass, and thighs. Taylor was soon whimpering into Lisa’s pussy, and Lisa herself was squirming and moaning loudly, her hips rocking into Taylor’s mouth and her hands clenched tightly in the blankets beneath her.

Finally, when Taylor’s whimpering had become a continuous stream of sound and Lisa was nearly crying from pleasure, I leaned my head in and gave Taylor’s slit a long lick. She bucked hard, crying out as she came. I kept going, licking and kissing her slit, sucking on her lower lips, and teasing her clit with my tongue and teeth. The entire time, Taylor continued her work on Lisa, and in no time at all, the pregnant blonde was bucking and crying out again.

And still, I didn’t let up. I kept going, working on Taylor, licking her slit and sliding a few fingers in and out of her, while also providing the same treatment to her clit. By the time I leaned back, my face covered in her juices, Taylor had already cum several times, and was now so sensitive that even a gentle breath of air on her clit would cause her to twitch and shudder.

“I think you’re ready,” I said with a grin. Taylor wasn’t eating Lisa out anymore, and from the way that her legs were shaking I thought it probable that without my grip on her hips to keep her up she’d have collapsed.

Either way, she didn’t answer, outside of a few mumbled words that might have been an agreement. I chose to take it that way, so I lined myself up and slid into her. She was soaked, hot, and incredibly tight. With her being so worked up, I could feel her walls quivering around my cock as I slid in, and she was tight enough that I felt every ridge and bump. It was amazing, and the way she shuddered and moaned and pushed her ass back at me didn't do anything to discourage me.

I reached under her and slid my hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. They were still on the smaller side, but they were nice to touch, and the way she reacted told me that her nipples were as sensitive as ever. As I gently tweaked them, she let out a long, drawn out moan, which was echoed by Lisa, who came for yet another time.

I gave her a couple of minutes to recover, slowly grinding against Taylor the whole time, and by the time that I could feel Lisa had recovered, Taylor had cum again. She was now a trembling mess, held up only by my hands on her tits and my cock in her cunt.

“Are you ready, love?” I asked, and Taylor's only reply was to nod, her head resting against Lisa's thigh.

“Good,” I said, before I began thrusting, hard and fast, pounding Taylor's pussy with every inch of my length. Her cries filled the cabin, and the slap of flesh on flesh echoed. Lisa was moaning as well, and her hands were tangled in Taylor's hair, pushing her face into her slit.

The cabin filled with the sounds and smells of sex, and as Lisa and Taylor came, over and over, I was lost in a world of pleasure, thrusting and pumping until I finally slammed home one last time, cumming deep inside Taylor's quivering cunt.

It took me a couple of minutes to recover, by which point Taylor had slumped down, her cheek resting on Lisa's stomach and her legs stretched out behind her.

“Thanksh,” she mumbled, sounding utterly fuck drunk. “That wash amashing…”

“My pleasure,” I said with an amused smile, leaning down and giving Taylor a kiss on the cheek.

“Mine too,” Lisa said, sounding just as out of it as Taylor was, making me chuckle in amusement.

I moved Taylor up so she was on the bed proper, the two girls cuddling together as I pulled the blankets over them, before heading to the shower. I’d let them sleep in, since we had another day or two before we’d arrive at Elysium and we didn’t really have anything pressing to do until we arrived. Once I was clean, I headed down to the main deck, only to pause walking past the movie room. Was that the voice of John Hurt that I was hearing?

Peaking in, I was treated to the sight of a spinosaurus walking across the screen towards some hadrosaurs, Luna staring transfixed. Smiling, I entered and sat down next to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her in for a cuddle. Luna, to my surprise, jumped a little when my arm touched her, apparently having been so caught up in the movie that she hadn’t noticed me.

Once her surprise was gone though, she eagerly leaned into my side, her focus entirely on the documentary. I want to say that John Hurt had played Ollivander in the Harry Potter movies, but I had no idea how much that translated to the man from her world.

[center]<<Kara Zor-El>>[/center]

“So, it turns out that in addition to some ‘Highland Games’ there’s also a film being shot on Elysium,” I mused aloud, looking over an article about our destination after having gone through some routine sensor checks. It was fairly pointless, we were in mid transit and with the difference in FTL systems between the Yamato and the native technology, we weren’t going to encounter any pirates or anyone else until we reached Elysium.

“What kind?” Tonks asked from another part of the bridge; Communications, I was pretty sure.

“Some kind of zombie movie, from the looks of it, the basic plot is some prothean ruins are unearthed with a dormant zombie plague, survivors lose contact with the rest of the galaxy, and, quote, ‘hijinks ensue’, end quote,” I told her as I read more about the movie being filmed. “Looks like it’s supposed to be a horror comedy, one of the articles talking about it says: ‘Romero and others made zombie movies to explore deep, philosophical themes. This movie’s more concerned with busting their teeth in.’”

Tonks looked up at me, raising an eyebrow, before tilting her head slightly, “Did Krypton have anything like zombie movies?”

I pursed my lips, thinking back to my early life on Argo, “I don’t know for sure, to be honest I don’t really remember the kryptonian versions of movies all that much. Even before I hit ten, the younger generation had figured out that Argo was dying. Some people my age delved deeper into them, I didn’t see the point. It wouldn’t make reality change.”

There was silence on the bridge for a minute or two, before Tonks asked, “You turned to sex, didn’t you?”

“The overwhelming majority of the people my age did,” I confirmed. Thinking back, I took a moment to convert Argo/Krypton time to Earth years before saying, “My first time was when I was twelve...maybe three or four months to thirteen?”

Tonks’ eyes widened in surprise, “So young?”

I shrugged, “The world was ending by inches, not like there was anything else to live for.”

“What if you got pregnant?”

“We had means to prevent it,” I answered. “Kryptonian society was insanely strict on unplanned pregnancies, to the point that contraceptive science and methods were like over the counter painkillers.”

The witch nodded in understanding, finishing up whatever it was that she’d been doing and pulling up her omnitool. A few more minutes of companionable quiet passed before Tonks spoke up, “Huh, that zombie movie you mentioned, it turns out that they have an open call for extras to serve as zombies.”

I hummed in consideration. As much of a headache and hassle that the industry had been, I found that I did miss acting. Plus those Zombieland movies and that Z-Nation show that Harley was so fond of had been entertaining. Especially if the movie had anything like the scene in Z-Nation where the zombies were affected by viagra.

Just remembering that made me snort in amusement, before saying, “What the heck, while we’re there, I’ll audition. Want to join me?”

Tonks considered it, before shrugging, “Why not, sounds fun.”

[center]<<Cameron>>[/center]

The two asari that had boarded with Sirius from our last stop joined the weekly dance lessons I’d started providing. The lessons helped improve flexibility, which would be helpful in a firefight. As well as in carnal relations. Regardless, the asari, Samesna and Ysaria, had demonstrated already high levels of flexibility, and were easily able to keep up.

Bear was the one who was, even now after participating in the lessons for months, having the most difficulty. Unsurprising, as his natural build was not biomechanically optimized for flexibility, but rather being optimized for stout strength.

The original idea for the lessons had been Harley’s, and as the benefits were numerous and the drawbacks near non-existent, there was no reason not to partake. It was initially suggested as a means of exercise that could be maintained even late into the pregnancies of Hyacinth, Luna, and Lisa, to say nothing of the earlier mentioned benefits of increased flexibility.

I moved my contemplations to a subroutine as Bear approached, the set of his face indicating that he wished to speak to me about some matter. Examining my memory banks, I saw no immediate indicators that provided a readily apparent topic he wished to discuss.

ERROR: 17 Facial Muscles Contracting Without Direction

I dismissed the error message. Before being brought into the Family, I lacked the ability to perform movement of any kind without direct command. Among the changes wrought to me by Tara Q was the ability to perform certain aspects of human behavior without direct conscious command. Reflexively, to put it simply.

Directing that line of thinking to a separate subroutine, I turned the majority of my focus to Bear as he said, “I have to say, I was terrified when we started these. Of embarrassing myself, of looking like a fool, of everyone laughing at me, y’know?”

“Yet you have arrived at each lesson,” I observed.

“Therapy with Harley helped,” Bear said with a shrug, taking the water bottle I passed him and taking a long drink. “A lot. And no one laughed or mocked.”

“We would never do that,” I assured him. “We love you. I love you.”

Because of another one of the changes made to me upon being brought here, it was true. I could feel actual human emotions, rather than mimicking them as part of an infiltration routine. While I was still learning how to properly express them, and I suspected that I would always be the least expressive of our Family, I could feel them. So much of what had seemed illogical about John and Sarah now made sense, when reexamined with my new understanding of human emotions.

Bear smiled, and it felt like my power cells flickered, “I love it when you lead me around the room. Being in your hands like that feels so peaceful.”

The door closed behind Lisa, it was just Bear and I in the room now. I took his hands in my own, and said, “Keep your hands in mine, move with me.”

“Forever and always, my dancer.”