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His Sexy Duchess
The station is a madhouse today. No surprise. I knew it would be crazy with the Council dinner tonight and the Festival of Lights kicking off tomorrow. The spaceport is jam packed with decorations for the celebration and it reminds me a lot of Christmas back home.
Bright colored streamers wriggle around the ceiling like long rainbow snakes and strings of red and blue lights hang from beams along the walkway. Everywhere I look, tiny tokens of Philamenia, the Goddess of Light and Love, sit perched on shelves and tabletops, bric-a-brac filling every little nook and cranny.
“I’m so sorry! Light blessings be upon you,” a tall red woman with silver hair says as she bumps into us, her arms full of packages.
I have to do a double-take. The woman is taller than I am, and I’m over six feet. Even that is easily overlooked, though, by the fact that she’s red. I don’t just mean sunburned kind of red. I mean lobster kind of red, firetruck red. And while she doesn’t seem to have any pincers, she does have three tits. Three! Big ones, too, with pert poky nipples and cleavage that leaves no room for imagination. Don’t even get me started on her silver hair. Thick strands of tinsel that shoot out from her scalp every which way.
“Oh, no worries,” Emily replies with a bright smile as she bows at the woman. “And may love light your way, as well.”
We learned yesterday that’s the appropriate response to the light blessings greeting. People have been spewing it at us all week. I’ve just been nodding back with a slack look on my face.
“Have a happy festival,” the woman says as she sachets away.
We stare at her back until she’s no longer in sight, then look at each other and shrug.
“What species was that?” Shauna asks, still frowning at the corner where the woman disappeared.
“I don’t know for sure. Triboobians?” I giggle.
“Breastgalorians?” Maggie chuckles.
“No, no. Tripletittians,” I suggest, laughing so hard now my eyes water.
We stand there giggling like a bunch of school girls for a few minutes. Never in my life would I have suspected that so many different species and races coexisted in this vast universe. And just like back home, if you want to see all of them, just hang out at a central travel hub for a while. The spaceport is full of them. Tall ones, short ones, plump ones, flat ones, every color under the sun. Some have two hands, some have four. I’ve even seen beings with several sets of lips and jelly looking bodies, and things that look like carpets with limbs. And now three-breasted ones!
“Come on,” I tell them, flapping my arms like a mother hen. “We need to find our gate.”
We start inching our way forward again, gawking at all the shops and vendors. It looks like hundreds of merchants have set up tents and lean-tos all along the breezeways, hawking their wares from both sides of the aisle.
“Hey! You there!” I turn my head to see a man, and I use that term loosely, who looks like a centipede with a hairpiece pointing a walking stick at me. “Yes, you. I’m talking to you.”
I shake my head at him, and cut my eyes toward Shauna. I nod at her and smile as if we’re having an engaging conversation, one that he shouldn’t dream of interrupting. She arches her brow at me like I’m nuts.
“Come over here, pretty female, and let me show you this new travel groomer I just got in. It has seventy-five different settings that can handle anything from full-body hair to eyebrows alone. It includes toothbrushes for up to five mouths and holds a whole gallon of mouthwash at one time. All this and the entire device can fit right into your pocket. You’ll never want to go anywhere else without it again. I guarantee it.”
I roll my eyes at Shauna.
“Well, he guarantees it,” she giggles.
I sigh and shake my head, trying to elbow a path for us through the unwieldy mob of holiday trekkers. I’ll never understand why they insist on jamming their cities so full of people when there’s like a trillion acres of wild, untamed jungle out there that could be easily developed for use. But, no. We’re all crammed in here like sardines in a tin can.
People are flitting around everywhere, bumping and jostling us, blessing us, and blocking traffic with all the bowing and greeting going on. It’s all I can do to keep our little group together when I hear a deep voice beckon from behind us.
“Oh! There’s Horok and Cora!” Maggie says, pushing us over to the edge so they can catch up.
“Geez! I can’t believe we found you in this nuthouse,” Cora says when they finally reach us. “We’ll never find the rest of our group in here.”
Immediately, Shauna starts jumping up and down and pointing.
“Look! There they are! Aine!” She calls out, waving like a crazy woman over the top of the crowd. I guess she fits right in with the rest of the mob.
I turn around, my eyes roving past all the different faces and species until I finally see what I’m looking for. My heart skitters to a halt, then makes up for lost time by beating out a Meringue in my chest. I feel lightheaded, my knees weak and wobbly. Sweat breaks out across my forehead, beneath my boobs and lower back. Shit, I’m having a panic attack.
“Oh, Lisa! There’s Eff,” Cora laughs.
“Isn’t that Lachlin with him?” Emily asks, the interest in her voice clear even though she’s trying hard to disguise it.
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