Page 21 of Yorix

I watched reluctantly as she strode past with those tantalizing twin globes giving tiny little jiggles. I shook myself out of the daydream I found myself sliding into, one where I first sucked on each peak, then squashed the pillowy bounty together and rutted between them while she stuck her tongue out to lap at my weeping slit. Later, I promised myself. First, she needed to bathe, and we both needed to eat to recover the energy we’d expended. With that in mind, I heeded her words and went out to wait in the living room.

This time, during my walk through, I took a better look at how they’d chosen to furnish our home for us. The small wooden table with four chairs and a matching long side table seemed nice enough to me, and I hoped she liked it. There were four matching bar stools at the counter as well, and the living room sported not only the fluffy black rug we’d rutted against, but a low wooden coffee table, two armchairs, and a sofa, all of which were wood framed and had cushions in blue green with black throw pillows. I hoped she liked them. If not, I’d show her how to select new things from ship stores and send these back.

I sat down, relaxing against the firm cushions, and asked Xeranos to update me on the arrival of Lynn’s cat.

“He is currently waiting to be examined by the Fleet’s veterinary team and will shuttle over once he’s finished,” Xeranos replied. “Estimated time of arrival: forty-five minutes to one hour.”

“Thank you. “

“You are most welcome. An automated litter tray was plumbed into the secondary bathroom already, as I requested it as soon as I was informed about him. He will be delivered along with his previous tray, bowls, cat tree, and other items.”

That was also good to know. No doubt these supplies would include food, so I would know what to replicate, and if it was not a brand yet in our database, to request shipped up until someone in my division could complete a priority request for replication conversion. I was mulling this over when our front door chimed, alerting me to the arrival of our food. I answered the door quickly, thanking the teenaged human youth who brought it.

“Xeranos, please add an appropriate amount to…” I looked at the youth expectantly.

“Jeremy, sir, and thank you. I hate having to ask my mom and dad for cash when we go down on vacation.”

“To Jeremy’s funding account.”

“Greetings, Jeremy. I’ve added thirty-five dollars to your prepaid Visa on file. I see it’s your mother’s birthday next week. While we have some privacy, would you like me to place an order for her gift from you?”

“Um, yeah!”

I watched in amusement as the young male walked back to the elevator, chatting away to Xeranos. As I closed the door it struck me, someday, that it could be our young arranging for a gift from ship’s stores and collecting tips for private spending money on some planet we orbited around or were stationed upon. Yes, someday, I promised myself as I stepped back the rest of the way inside, and closed the door. I had more pressing things to do at the moment than daydream about future younglings. My mate was hungry, the food was here, and I needed to find the plates, cups, and eating utensils, as well as a serving tray perhaps.