Flounders and Sharks
Belivet. My heart rejoices over our reunion. There was no emotional movement whatsoever on the stranger’s beautiful face.
Cantrell. My happiness overwhelms me. Belivet remained just as expressionless as the late night visitor. For some reason both Carol and Abby could hear them transmitting to one another.
“Sisters…” Abby chuckled excitedly, “always a tricky relationship…” The alien called Cantrell turned her attention to her. She looked a bit peeved.
Which one is mine? She asked Belivet measuring both Carol and Abby from head to toe.
Belivet's answer came quickly. The nervous one. Startled, Carol and Abby looked at each other.
I belong to Belivet, Carol thought squeezing her eyes shut and holding her breath.
Don’t worry, Carol-2015, you do. Belivet’s intense gaze made Carol go weak at the knees.
Cantrell grabbed Abby’s hand and started to drag her in. Recharge now.
Noticing Abby’s stupefied face, Belivet stopped Cantrell before she had time to rip Abby’s clothes off. Carol-2015, is there another charging station here? Belivet’s mute question was kind and courteous.
Well, there’s the guest room… but I should change the linens, Carol hastened to add. No such thing was needed, though. Abby kept glancing at Cantrell who was truly a sight for sore eyes. Her chocolate brown, languidly curly hair fell down all the way to her buttocks, and her eyelashes were almost too long to be real.
I could drown in those hazel eyes, Abby realized helplessly. Cantrell’s head made a quick, jerky movement to her direction. It was too early to tell if it was really a smile that flickered on the corners of her full lips.
Cantrell gestured at Belivet. She had something pressing in her mind. Does she have a standard socket-outlet?
Belivet looked pensive. At least Carol-2015 comes with a full earthing system and a circuit breaker. Carol felt inexplicably hot although the jargon Belivet and Cantrell used sounded awfully… technical. They have blanking devices to prevent accidental contacts, so remember to separate them first, Belivet instructed Cantrell who was eyeing Abby with growing interest.
“Blanking devices??” Abby whispered to Carol.
“Your thighs, darling,” Carol replied patting her on the back.
Follow me. Cantrell was transmitting loud and clear.
Your wish is my command, Abby replied breathlessly.
It wasn’t a wish. Before Abby had a chance to say anything else Cantrell had already pushed her towards the stairs.
Your sister is very… how should I put it… determined, Carol commented to Belivet as they were left alone downstairs.
Cantrell is a top-level warrior, trained for tantric combat, Belivet explained.
What is tantric combat? Carol asked rather nervously. Something told her it didn’t have anything to do with the regular warfare.
She can tease her opponent for hours on end before delivering the coup de grâce. Carol couldn’t help but glance at the ceiling wondering what kind of a recharging was going on in the guest room. Cantrell could have had the most fabulous career without her two obvious flaws, Belivet lamented suddenly.
What do you mean? Carol asked suspiciously. There was indeed something uncompromising about Belivet’s sister.
Well, first of all her looks – we, the Flounders, were always at the bottom of the eggs and spinach chain, Belivet elaborated. Sister Alicia couldn’t allow anyone as ugly as her to rise through the ranks. It would have been bad for the morale.
Were you called the Flounders because you were at the bottom of the… ahem, food chain? Carol inquired further.
Not really, Belivet sighed, it had more to do with our assigned positions during the weekly hot fusion. You can’t possibly imagine what it’s like to have countless women on top of you week in, week out.
Carol had to open her mouth to let air properly in. It must have been… hard? Remembering, Belivet closed her eyes. A faint flush spread all over her face and the skin visible above the neckline. What was Cantrell’s other flaw? Carol managed to ask.
Cantrell was a rebel. She didn’t want to be a Flounder, she wanted to be a Shark. Belivet shook her head at the painful memory. There’s nothing sadder than a Flounder wanting to be a Shark…
I assume the Sharks were the ones… on top of everything? Carol asked cautiously.
Your deductive skills are outstanding, Carol-2015. Belivet’s praise made Carol giddy with delight. The way her hand moved all over her ass felt okay too. Cantrell wanted to overpower every woman, she lurked in the shadows, hid in the bushes - actually tried to grab women by their bushes… she was court-martialed several times for conduct unbecoming for a warrior. Hearing this, Carol couldn’t help but worry about Abby.
Next morning Carol woke up just as refreshed as the day before. Belivet’s soft skin felt incredible against her pale, freckled body and she wanted to nuzzle even closer to her recharged frame. Belivet was still sound asleep.
I want to kiss her so badly, occurred to Carol and without thinking it further she flung herself on top of her beautiful alien. The second she mounted her an alarm went off in the other room. It hurt Carol’s ears but not as much as Cantrell’s muscular arms as she pulled her away from Belivet.
UNAUTHORISED ENTRY ATTEMPT – UNAUTHORISED ENTRY ATTEMPT – UNAUTHORISED ENTRY ATTEMPT!!! Cantrell’s inner voice was screaming inside Carol’s head and it was enough to wake Belivet up as well.
What the fuck was that?!? Carol gasped reeling with terror. Her heart was beating wildly and she felt oddly guilty even though she hadn’t exactly done anything.
Cantrell was in full combat mode but Belivet managed to calm her down. She’s trained to protect me. Her warrior alarm is programmed to go off before I do. Belivet extended her hand to naked Carol still shivering on the floor. This is for your own good, Carol-2015. Our fusion is not possible without a proper ground conductor, she continued patiently, an unprotected contact would kill you.
Can’t argue with that, Carol sighed wondering if it was indeed her fate to be just calibrated forever. Cantrell having left the room, she sat on the edge of the bed dumbfounded not even realizing that the only person not alerted by the alarm was Abby.
Don’t be discouraged, Carol-2015. There may be ways to bring this fusion about. Smiling, Belivet squeezed her hand in encouragement. We could use animal hides as a conductor – maybe feathered pockets? The brunette alien was quite delighted by her own idea.
The mere thought of having sex with Belivet and a bunch of chickens was disturbing to Carol to say the least. The sight of Belivet’s enticing body made her ache all the same. Hell, I’ll try anything once, she decided reluctantly. First, a cold shower…
When they finally sat at the kitchen table to have their nourishing egg-spinach breakfast Carol couldn’t help but notice a distinct change in Abby. Her friend had a weirdly distant look in her eyes. In fact they didn’t really seem to focus anywhere. Her mouth was also slightly open.
“You okay, darling?” Carol whispered as she passed her by.
“Uh-huh…” Abby hadn’t even combed her hair. Her auburn locks were in complete disarray sprouting out of her scalp like frenzied flames. She looked happy, though – like mad people sometimes do.
Harrison is not sending or receiving, Cantrell transmitted securing her hold on Abby’s thigh.
We need to access Todd-1961, Belivet concluded, it’s the only way. Holding an egg in her hand, she smiled gratefully at Carol. I take such pleasure in sucking your goodies.
Whaaaatever… Carol huffed her entire body bristling of want. I’ve had a good run, she thought to herself, I really don’t mind if she kills me with her body. If it weren’t for Rindy, she could... WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAUGHTER? Only now she realized her daughter hadn’t come home from her basketball practice. I am going to kill her! And if something’s happened to her, I’m going to nurture her back to good health and KILL HER!
What’s wrong, Carol-2015? Belivet grew worried seeing her so worked up.
My daughter is still out, Carol gasped, she didn’t return home at all last night. Her sheer agony was suddenly palpable to all of them around the table. Even Abby seemed to come out of her stupor.
“Should I take the car and go look for her?” Abby volunteered. She was Rindy’s godmother after all.
You won’t go anywhere without me, Cantrell pointed out sharply. She pulled Abby on her lap to perform the operation Carol was very familiar with.
We will all go and look for her, Belivet decided. Rindy-16 must be found.
She looked so determined it melted Carol’s heart. My brave, beautiful alien… I love you. Carol was certain Belivet hadn’t registered her passing thought but she was wrong. In fact, she couldn’t have been more mistaken.