Page 10 of A Fool For Her Mates

“A fax machine? For real?” She wrinkles her nose in adorable confusion.

“Yes. Maybe your friend can set it up and we can send a test message before we leave.”

“Will there be food for me to eat? Atmosphere for me to breathe? Will there be weird diseases that will kill me instantly? I have so many questions.” Ah yes, this is what I expected from my dear Fancy.

“Of course. I—” But Fancy is too excited to let me finish.

“How do you look so much like humans but come from so far away? How many years do you guys normally live? Are there toilets on this ship? That’s an important one. What else? How can I read your minds and feel what you feel? Can you get me pregnant with beautiful blue alien babies? Do you feel the same way about me that I feel about both of you? How did this happen so fast?” Fancy’s eyes are bright and curious, but the panic seems to have faded.

“We feel the same,” H’Row interjects, his voice filled with warmth.

“Yes,” I add. “I promise we’ll answer all your questions. At least the ones I can. Unfortunately, H’Row and I are not experts, but I can tell you two things for sure. We can provide the food you need using our replicator and there are toilets on this ship.”

“And I’ll be able to breathe on your planet?” Fancy asks.

“Most likely, yes,” I answer.

“I am such a fool,” Fancy mutters to herself and throws her arms around our necks and hugs us together.

Chapter 10: Fancy

You know how I said I’d seen plenty of sci-fi shows and I knew how things usually went. Well, I was wrong. I am so far beyond what I thought I knew. I feel like my brain needs to be rewired.

First of all, this ship doesn't look all that high-tech. It’s like a really fancy car, the kind you would see on a Super Bowl ad. And sure, the words are all in a script I can’t read, but all if it seems really ordinary. Like something I could sit down and learn to drive if I had to. But I’m going to wait on that because I need a bit of a breather on new stuff.

Next, there’s so much boring ship maintenance stuff to do and it takes an incredible amount of time. How was your trip across the galaxy, Fancy? It was thrilling. We spent hours checking battery levels, joint seals, and oxygen filters! After what seems like a lifetime of adjusting the equipment, we lift off (is that the right word?) and climb quickly into the upper reaches of earth’s atmosphere like it’s nothing more that taking a spin around the block.

Most of what we can see through the display windows is oceans and clouds, but occasionally we get a breathtaking view of the continents that I’m happy to report, looks just like the pictures in my childhood textbooks.

Even after take off the guys are vigilant about making sure the ship is in tiptop condition. I can’t keep track of all the things they’ve oiled and dusted. While they’re doing that, I’ve been emailing and texting everyone so that they don’t think I’ve fallen off the planet. I didn’t fall, I flew, ha! No one seemed phased by my fake story, except Miranda. I call her so she won’t send a search party for me. Also, because I need her to set up the fax machine.

She sounds extremely doubtful about my story: I’m going to an island near the Maldives to paint the coral reefs and the only way to reach me is by fax. But she agrees to dust off the old machine, so I call it a success.

So that just leaves me, the guys, and this terrifying uncharted future that stretches out in front me like a great black hole. I’m trying not to worry too much about the dangers I’ll face beyond the immediate hazards of the journey.

There’s plenty enough of those according to V’Lin, what with the authorities searching for unlicensed aliens (that’s me), plus asteroid belts, space dust storms, and good old-fashioned dead batteries. V’Lin’s not sure if our SuperMart battery will make it all the way to their homeland, so that’s fun! He assures me it’s unlikely that we’ll die floating in space. But he didn’t say it’s impossible.

From what I gather, we’ll orbit the earth for several more hours, building up momentum then kind of sling-shot ourselves through the gate thingy which will take us to the fringe of the known galaxy. That’s where their home planet is located. I ask what it’s called, and they tell me in their language. It sounds like a cross between a frog croaking and a dolphin squeaking, so I understand why the rest of the galaxy refers to it as Water Planet 12.

Altogether, it will take about 3 days to reach WP 12 so I should have plenty of time to nap, ask more questions, and hopefully get my hands on my guys again. I don’t know why my libido has caught on fire, but it must be because of the “mating bond” that is forming between the three of us. That, or because it’s more fun thinking dirty thoughts than dead battery thoughts.

Since we’ve already established our connection, I can feel all the pent up lust they have for each other. It’s a lot! Like, how are you getting anything else done? And it’s got me thinking We’re not going to like, crash into the sun if I distract them for a little play time? I need to know.

V’Lin finishes wiping down all the readout displays and is sitting at the control panel piloting the ship. H’Row is measuring something with his wrist comm. I get to my feet and saunter over to H’Row. It’s not easy to saunter here because everything is so close together. So, I kind of squeeze and shuffle over, lean against the wall, and give H’Row a sexy look.

“Don’t lean against that, Fancy. It’s the portal lock. If you open it you’ll get sucked out of the ship.” H’Row doesn’t notice my sexy look at all.

“That seems like a design flaw, if you ask me,” I mutter, but quickly move away from the lock. “Hey, so what’s the deal with you and V’Lin? Do you think you’ll have your ceremony now?” I ask.

“Our bonding ceremony. With you too, Fancy. Yes, I think we’ll do it right away when we get back. Does that sound alright with you?” I nod.

“Can you give me details on what that entails on what you like to do with each other? What do you want to do with me?

“Do you have something in mind?” H’Row looks concerned.

“I have lots of things in mind.” I look up at him and bite my lip. He looks flustered and drops his measuring tool.

“Wait right here, Fancy. I need to talk to V’Lin.” He scrambles to pick up the tool, then squeezes through the chairs to whisper in V’Lin’s ear.

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