Now, I know what you're thinking, pervs, but Marcy and I actually didn't fuck at all last night. I mean, for one thing we were pretty exhausted from the patrol and the stress. For another, I'd totally blown my load and was completely dry on eggs again, so my horny levels were pretty low.
By my standards, anyhow.
We did make out a little bit when we woke up in the morning, but we were still feeling kinda drained so we decided to call it an off day. Even superheroes need breaks, after all. After breakfast though I did have one thing I needed to do, so after Marcy went back to her room I dialed up the folks again.
"Hey, Jef, it's me."
"Tamara! You know, while I do appreciate your conscientiousness in checking up on your deliveries, it's not strictly required. Your incubator last night arrived safe and unharmed, so I think we can confirm that everything is working properly with the teleportation network."
I do smile a little knowing that she got there alright, but that's not why I called. "Cool, thanks, but actually I was wondering if I could talk to Kalissa? She's still around, yeah?"
"You want to talk to Kalissa? Well, I'm sure she'll be glad to hear that! She is indeed still around, in fact she was helping with the scans on your new arrival just a moment ago. I'll patch you through."
There's a moment of silence and then Mom picks up, and this time without any unusual background noises going on. "Tamara! I'm sure Jef told you, but everything's looking fine up here. Any issues on your end?"
"That's...kind of hard to say, actually." Now that I have her on the line, I'm not really sure how to segue into my actual point. Fortunately, I'm a master of subtlety. "Mom, just been wondering about something, you know? Have you ever, like. Uh. Fallen in love with someone from a breeder species before?"
She doesn't bother hiding her laughter. "Tamara! Aha, you've really been watching too many of your human movies. Romantic love isn't really a thing for us Darkhive, you know. Familial love, certainly. Physical attraction, oh my yes. But 'falling in love'? That's a human trait, Tamara. We just don't do bonding couples like the humans do." She pauses, considering why I asked. "...Did you fall in love with that green-haired heroine, Tamara?"
"Dragonfly!? Oh, definitely no! She's cute Mom, but she's just an incubator. There is, uh...something else I should probably tell you, though."
I can hear her voice getting more suspicious. "Tamara. Is everything alright down there?"
"I think so! It's just, uh...my roommate, Marcy. I've kind of been spending the last week or so hitting her with aerosolized Embrace, and, you know, maybe fucking her once or twice a day? Not breeding her, though."
"Mhm-hmm? I can see how that would be useful, given that you'd be spending a lot of time in close quarters together and such."
"Okay, yeah, it's been good, and actually better than good, because last night she sort of caught me breeding Dragonfly. Like, mid-egg and everything."
I wince as her tone shifts. "Tamara! Has there been a breach? Do you need extraction!?"
I rush to clarify things, or as much as I know how to clarify them, anyhow. "No, no, that's what I'm trying to tell you, Mom! She helped. It, uh...turned her on, like, a lot."
There's a pause. "Explain. Now."
"I'm trying! So like...she's noticed the effect I've had on her and how it's been changing her behavior, and apparently she...kind of likes it? And me. Uh, really, really, likes me, I think. And I think maybe I kind of like her back? I...feel weird when we're together, now."
Though even now I can feel my pulse start to pick up as I wait for an answer. I'm not sure what's taking her so long to respond, but eventually it sounds like she was just looking up some notes. "Marcy...Tender Marcy, yes? We have her Liberty Stars file here, although it's still a small one. ...Hrm..."
"...Mom?"
"Regeneration, primarily self-focused but with the ability to provide external applications. You've been using Embrace on her and it's proven effective?"
"Oh, very effective. I mean, I didn't go all the way with it, but even that very first night things were, uh...effective. Yeah."
"Hrmm...I have some theories."
She doesn't seem inclined to share them out loud, so eventually I have to prod her. "Theories like...?"
"I don't want to say more until I've done some proper testing. I'll have Jef teleport you a sample collection kit, and you should send that back as soon as possible. It sounds like you shouldn't have an issue getting a blood sample?"
"Honestly I think I could just ask her for one and she'd be fine with it. So uh, speaking of...the feelings part?"
"Yes, I'll be testing for those as well. But for now, my advice, Tamara - be very cautious about these feelings. They could be dangerous. Particularly for you. I trust this won't prove to be a distraction during your mission?"
I shake my head, even though she can't see it. "Oh, definitely not! I do gotta get a fresh batch fertilized, but I doubt that'll take too long."
"Glad to hear it. We'll talk more after you get those samples, okay?"
"Okay, Mom. Talk to you soon..."
Setting up a beacon to receive deliveries isn't too complicated. I just take five of my gold star stickers, put them in a circle on a piece of paper, then lay it flat on my desk. A few minutes later, bam! One sample collection kit. It kind of looks like a tiny squirt gun, except in this case it's designed to suck up fluids instead of shoot them out. That night when Marcy and I are having dinner, I bring up the question of actually getting some of her blood.
"So...Marcy. I've got kind of a big favor I'd like to ask? I kinda need something from you."
"Oh?" She grins, like she's pleased to have me asking her for help. "And what's that, space girl?"
"Hey! Careful with the nicknames, yeah? Could be a bad habit...uh, anyhow, I need a bit of your blood."
That does make her frown. "Are you also a space vampire?"
"Nah, it's just my mo-my support staff wants to find out how my, uh, alien pheromones have been interacting with your powers. You've been a bit...non-typical?"
Marcy raises an eyebrow. "How so? I mean, I haven't had my brains fucked out like Dragonfly did last night, that's pretty obvious. Were you...expecting that?"
I shake my head. "Not that, because I haven't given you the, y'know, full treatment, but...okay, lemme put it like this. Dragonfly is just as smart now as she was before I dosed her with Embrace. If she used to, I dunno, play an instrument or do sudoku puzzles or whatever beforehand, she can still do that now. My uh, support staff might even be putting together some enrichment activities like that for her now."
Her brow furrows. "Uh, Tamara, from what I saw last night Jessie could hardly even speak. Much less do anything complicated?"
"Yeah, like I said, she's as smart as ever but her focus is completely shot. As long as she's under, her most important goal in life's gonna be fuckin' and breeding. Actually getting her to focus on other stuff would be a job and a half. But on the other hand, you seem to be more focused than ever. I mean, you were thinking pretty quickly on your feet last night, right?"
Marcy's looking at me like I'm crazy, now. "Tammy. We've been...having sex like twice a day ever since we moved in? That's...uh. That's not normal for me. I mean, yes, I am kind of...dirty-minded. But normally I wouldn't be asking for it so much." She trails off and mumbles a bit. "More like needing it..."
I gotta disagree with her on that, actually. "No, you've actually been doing really well! You've been keeping it in check until we're in private, you've been doing your work during work hours, and you're coming up with ideas...you're not focused on fucking, you're focused on how to get the fucking you want! That's, like, long-term goal-based strategizing, there! Honestly, even if I did give you the full dose I'm not sure you'd end up like Dragonfly did. Void, maybe it'd turn you into a mastermind of getting laid or something."
"Oh! Uh, well, I see. Anyhow, I suppose I don't mind giving you a sample? Just...let me know the results? I'm kind of curious myself, now."
"Will do!" I pull out the collector and give her a jab in the arm, and it takes about twenty seconds to fill a little vial of her blood. While we're waiting, Marcy has more questions for me.
"So...it sounds like you're looking for more people like Dragonfly? How uh, how soon would you need them?"
Once I'm sure the sample's finished, I put the collector away and look up at her. "Hey, you don't need to stress about that. I couldn't use another incubator right now if I had one - I'm all out of Impact-eggs now. Gonna need to get some more samples of another sort soon, if you know what I mean, hehe."
"Ah, right." She pauses and peers at me. "Wait, Impact? Didn't you say you only gave him a blowjob?"
"Yup!" I give her a wide grin. "Mouth or pussy's all good for that, just my butt that's off-limits for serious stuff. Then once I've got some baby batter in me I'm good for a couple weeks, or until I use it all up, heh."
"Oh! I see. So...you need to find some boys next, then."
I nod. "Yeah. I doubt that's gonna be tough, though. Been keeping notes on who's been eyeing me up or saying hi in the gym. Like I said, you don't need to worry about it."
"Okay." Despite saying that, I can see that she is still worrying about it - or at least thinking about it. Maybe that 'mastermind of getting laid' joke I made wasn't that much of a joke after all? "I actually have an idea of something we could set up, if you're interested? I think I could help."
"Oh?" While I'm pretty sure I could handle this on my own, if my little maybe-lovebug wants to join in somehow I'm not going to say no! "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, if we set up a private meeting for tomorrow..."
From: Super StingerTo: Silver Sensation CC: Tender Marcy, Cold CallMessage: Hey guys, I don't mean to distract you from everything going on right now, but I've been thinking a lot about what happened last night and I want to help make things up to you. Marcy too. Could we have a private meeting sometime tomorrow to talk about it?From: Silver SensationTo: Super Stinger CC: Tender Marcy, Cold CallMessage: We have been busy, and again, nothing that happened was your fault. But if you need to talk, we should have some time before we head out on patrol tomorrow. After dinner, Conference Room #4-D. See you there.