“Oh, that’s just the style on Yonnie Six,” Kat said carelessly. “It’s a sign of power and success to show your body there. Besides, you have to have an open skirt so your bodyslave—or in this case, bodyslaves—can kiss your panties.”
“What?” Terra exclaimed. “What did you just say?”
“Take it easy, doll,” Kat said soothingly. “It’s not like they’re between your legs twenty-four/seven—though if they’re like any other Kindred, they’d sure like to be.” She smirked. “They only have to kiss your panties or “pay obeisance” when you’re introduced at a public gathering.”
“Oh, well…all right.” Terra nodded, feeling slightly better. Since she was going to be requesting a private audience with Mistress Bodikin, this hopefully wouldn’t be an issue. Though she still didn’t love the idea of being so exposed, she told herself.
“So how are you liking being the Queen of a colony?” Kat asked, as she took what appeared to be a plain black dress covered in many tiny holes off her machine and handed it to Iyanna. “There you go, doll—work your magic.”
“I’m not their Queen!” Terra protested as Iyanna took the dress and looked at it fixedly. “My divorce was only finalized last month. And besides, I can’t be with three huge warriors at once!”
“Uh-huh, that’s what I told myself about getting with my two husbands when I first met them,” Kat said dryly. “But look at me now—wife of Twin Kindred and mother of three little boys.”
“Two is still more doable than three,” Terra objected. “I just can’t imagine myself in a…a gang-bang type situation.”
“Oh, I don’t think it would be like something out of a porno,” Iyanna objected, looking up from studying the black dress. “They wouldn’t be rough with you—not unless you wanted them to,” she added thoughtfully.
“She’s right, doll—my men treat me like I’m made of gold,” Kat remarked. “They’re always extremely careful with me and they just love making me feel good.” She winked. “If you know what I mean.”
“But…but how do you accommodate even one Kindred warrior—let alone more than one at the same time?” Terra said desperately. “I mean, do they, uh, take turns or…or what?”
Kat burst out laughing.
“Is that what’s bothering you? No, they don’t take turns! Or they do sometimes, but I can manage them both at once when I need to.”
“But how?” Terra demanded. It seemed to her that the logistics of the orgy-type situation V’rone and Tem and Rive were proposing simply wasn’t doable for anyone besides a well-trained porn actress—and she was just a regular woman!
Not that she was considering their proposal, she told herself quickly. But still—how was it even possible?
“Well, the Monstrum might have some other way, but for myself, I rely on a little something called ‘bonding fruit,’” Kat told her. “It’s a kind of aphrodisiac fruit grown on Twin Moons, the home world of the Twin Kindred. It makes a girl more, let’s just say stretchy, if you know what I mean.”
“Really?” Terra frowned. “You have a substance that enables you to stretch enough to…”
“Yup—handle two at once,” Kat said, grinning. “Now as for a third, I don’t know about that. But I’ve been using it for years and bonding fruit has never let me down yet. In fact—here.”
Reaching behind her neck, she unclasped a golden chain that had a stylized blue crystal bottle about as long as Terra’s finger hanging from it.
“This is extremely concentrated bonding fruit juice,” she said, handing it carefully to Terra. “Maybe you’d better take it with you.”
“Oh, no—I couldn’t. After all, I’m going with the guys to help them get a device to find them some other woman to be their ‘Queen.’ I’m not intending to be their Queen myself.” Terra tried to hand the bottle back but Kat wouldn’t take it.
“Well then, save it for the lucky lady they find,” she said mildly. “Whoever she is, she’s going to need help handling three huge Monstrum all by herself. Oh, but be sure you tell her to be damn careful with that stuff,” she added. “It’s extremely strong—just one or two drops will make you horny out of your mind.”
“I’ll remember that.” Reluctantly, Terra nodded and fastened the gold chain around her own neck. Though when she tried to imagine presenting the bottle of concentrated bonding fruit juice to another woman to help her handle V’rone and Tem and Rive, she found she didn’t like the idea at all.
“Well let’s see now—since you’ve got that new piece of jewelry, I don’t think pink and purple flowers are the way to go,” Iyanna said, gesturing to the dark blue vial hanging in the hollow of Terra’s throat. “What about blue and purple instead? Or how about blue and green?”
“Blue and green sounds perfect,” Terra said, nodding. “But how are you—”
“Just watch.” Iyanna smiled mysteriously. Then she began stroking the flexible black fabric gently, almost as though she was petting a cat.