Star Crossed Kindness
Copyright© 2026 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 11
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Two hundred years ago, humanity got a new definition - an alien generation ship arrived at the edge of the war ravaged SOL system and our new neighbors, the devonians, became an integral part of the new Human Union. But for Leo Tangent, the fact that every human has one or more devonian lover is just a little weird. He doesn't want pheromones to get in the way of his and his girlfriend, Gillian Brightly, and their relationship. But that's the thing about plans...
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Romantic TransGender Military School Science Fiction Aliens Space Sharing Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory
The Cormorant was cruising towards Earth at a very gentle, very slow course – the only course it had left, considering it had burned a ton of Delta-V in its short, sharp little battle. Behind it, it was towing an only lightly damaged alien starship.
But the passage was ... not ... particularly dignified.
In vid shows – especially Star Trek but even in things like the new Gundam adaptations – people showed ships cruising along with their nose cones facing forward, their rocket thrusters backwards, often with triumphal music. Leo Tangent wished that he could imagine his ship like this.
Instead, he was faced with the reality that his nose cone was tethered by a long cable to the nose cone of the alien ship – which massed roughly the same as their ship once both of them had dumped all their nukes, coilgun ammo, and spare reaction mass – and the two rockets were set tumbling around one another like twirling ballerinas. With their drive cones facing away, and the floor of each ship perpendicular to the other, they created one large centrifugal pivot. So, the alien corpse being stored in their own spacesuit and the harshest cold that space could offer was glued to the floor of their ship.
And he was able to sit in his chair and regard the red skinned, red haired, gold eyed Devonian that had been the other member of the attacker’s crew.
“And your name is?” Bolide asked, brightly.
The Devonian didn’t say anything.
“I’m Bolide!” Bolide said, her tail twitching.
The Devonian didn’t say anything.
“Did you know a bolide is an exceptionally bright meteorite?” Bolide added. “A bight bright flash, to indicate something new and exciting has arrived. I always liked my name.”
The Devonian didn’t say anything.
“Most humans have names that are inspired by astrographic terms. Midnight-” She gestured to Midnight, who was glowering back at the Devonian with her most intense glare. “-she’s named after the period where our homeworld, Earth, faces away from the sun. Well, your relative position on the Earth, since, like, half faces away while the other half faces the sun, so everyone’s Midnight is someone else’s noontime. Well, usually, you’re going to be sharing midnight with seventy percent of humanity, since most of them live on one hemisphere, after the Five Minute War. Oh, that was the war that was triggered by-”
The red skinned Devonian sprang to her feet. “Master!” she exclaimed, her voice having that strange, husky accent that Leo wondered was common to all the Devonians in the invasion fleet. “Please!”
“I owe you a coke, Bolide, I thought it’d take her longer,” Midnight said.
Bolide, her ears drooping, looked somewhat distraught. “I was just being friendly.”
“We’re at war,” the Devonian snarled. “And you are a Devonian.”
“You’re a Devonian,” Bolide said.
“Yes, but ... we ... do you not know anything?” The red Devonian snarled.
“What’s your name?” Leo asked, his voice quiet and intent.
“I am Skar, third chosen, of the Clade L’tana,” the red Devonian said immediately. “Now, I am of which clade, Master?”
Leo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay,” he said, slowly, then sat up in his chair. “Skar, you are not a slave. The Human Union does not practice slavery.” He held up his hands, slowly, placing them side by side, as if he was a measure. “In the Union, there are equal rights between Devonians.” He reached over and grabbed Midnight’s shoulder. “And Terrans.” He tapped his chest.
Skar snorted. Very loudly.
“It’s true!” Bolide said. “It’s in the constitution.”
“You mean that paper you wrote down with all your rules?” Skar asked, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure you follow each and every one of them.”
“Yup!” Bolide said. “Well, mostly. I mean, governance and government are both complex phenomenon and-” Skar smacked her tail against the ground. There was a strange ring set into the base of her spade-tip, allowing the tail smack to let out an unmusical clack noise that caused Bolide to squeak and jump in her spacesuit.
“How long have you been observing our solar system?” Leo asked, his arms crossed over his chest. Skar crossed her arms over her chest. The skintight suit she wore – mechanical counterpressure, but cut to show off every fold of her muscular arms and her curves – creaked. She lifted her chin.
“Three years,” she said. “I was decanted after the antimatter fuel production was brought online – so, I’ve only been awake several weeks.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Of the Clade L’tana?” she asked. “Or the Reclamation Fleet?”
“Both!” Bolide said, her voice fascinated, her tail wagging behind her.
Skar didn’t respond.
“Both,” Leo said, softly, squeezing Bolide’s hand as her ears drooped and she sagged in her seat.
Skar shrugged one should. “Sixty eight are in the Clade L’tana – we’re not a large Clade, our ancestors was only able to claim name-rights right before the Fleet left Lefaros. But the whole fleet has approximately three hundred thousand Leafari warriors, and maybe twice that in Devonian slave-bonded.” She smirked, slightly. “It was a great honor to be chosen to ride with the fleet to reclaim our birthright.”
“Why are you invading?” Bolide asked, leaning forward on her elbows. “Was it because of the arcship? Did was steal something? Or are you people really good at holding a grudge? Like, the Arcship left four hundred years ago, and spent a hundred years in transit between Devos and here. Er, sorry, you’d call it Leafaros, we call it Devos, because we’re Devonians. Wait, you call yourself Devonians too! So, what do you call the world, like, when there aren’t any Leafari around? Who got to pick who called it what? It was probably them, wasn’t it?”
“Master, can I please shut her up?” Skar growled.
Leo considered.
“I ... am not going to say no, but only because I’m not your master. I cannot order you to do anything,” he said. “But I think you should maybe stop being rude to Bolide.” He gestured to her. “Look at how sad she is.”
Bolide, for her part, was trying to glower. But since Bolide had a hard time frowning at people, her glower looked more like she was constipated. Midnight, though, stood up, walked over, and grabbed onto Skar’s helmet lock, lifted her up off her chair, then slammed her against the wall – a shocking show of strength that caused Leo to spring out of his chair. As he shouted, Midnight snarled into Skar’s face. “Listen, you fucking whacko wanna be janissary, Bolide is my best friend, my lover, and my bondmate. So you will fucking respond to her, or I will kick your sorry red ass from here to Antares! And do you know far Antares is!?”
Skar hissed and purred something in Kunl that Leo didn’t recognize, while Midnight snapped back in the same language – and Skar looked baffled.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“I ... guess it’s a new fucking word, great, we’ve got divergent linguistics,” Midnight muttered.
“Well. It’d be stupid if we didn’t. Honestly, it’s an impressive display of what writing and recorded movies and such do to keep language somewhat coherent, even with slang and all!” Bolide said, her ears perking up, while she grinned. “But if you want to have a sex context, you would need to first accept you’re not a slave. Leo only pretends to rape people in bed.”
Leo’s cheeks flushed and he muttered. “Bolide, remember that conversation we had about honesty?”
“That it’s ... g-” Bolide looked past Leo. Leo could hear the faint swishing motions of Midnight’s ears – she was shaking her head. “Ba...” She hesitated. More swishing. “ ... moderated based on circumstances!”
Leo risked a glance and saw Midnight sighing and rolling her eyes.
Skar looked mystified.
“You wouldn’t force yourself upon me. Anyone who tried would end up eating metal,” she said, shrugging her broad shoulders. That was, itself, easy to imagine. But Leo squeezed Bolide’s hand tightly as he threw in his own two credits.
“You used terms that imply a sense of ownership – that I’m your master, not merely ... a bonded,” he said.
Skar snorted. “Of course you are.”
“See, that’s the problem,” Leo said, then held up his hand. “But. We can discuss that later. Big picture stuff. Nine hundred thousand aliens is a fuck of a lot. It’s also a rounding error in our solar system population. How on Earth, er, off Earth do you plan to conquer this place?”
“Other than chucking a RKV at a garden world and pretending that means you won,” Midnight said, arms crossing over her chest as she went to leaning against the wall rather than sitting in her chair. Skar glared at her.
“We would never aim a fast killer at Earth,” Skar said, her voice dripping with condescension. “We’re not idiots. Unlike whoever decided to set off half a dozen atomics on the planet, and fill its atmosphere with greenhouse gasses and pollutants – so many you need mirrors to reflect sunlight away from the planet.”
“We’re doing our best!” Bolide exclaimed.
“The fleetsoul has a plan to retrieve the Artifact,” Skar said. “And we get to punish the Recondites.”
“I heard those capitals. Oh! Define fleetsoul, is that like the name of your admiral?” Bolide asked, taking out her handheld to take notes before remembering that everything was being recorded and sheepishly putting it back into her pocket.
Skar frowned at her.
“Oh come on!” Midnight snapped.
“I’m not not responding to her because she’s not my master. I’m not responding to her because she’s annoying,” Skar said.
Bolide’s ears drooped again. Midnight smacked the back of Skar’s head and Skar hissed at her, angrily, flashing her teeth and slapping her tail against the wall. Again, that ring let out a resounding clang, and Leo held up his hands. “Whoa, everyone, calm down. Skar, please, apologize to Bolide. Bolide, tone it back a little. Midnight, don’t smack the prisoner. And apologize.”
Midnight grumbled. Skar sniffed, then slid to her knees by moving off the chair, then bowing low before Bolide. “I apologize, Bolide, of Bonding...” She hesitated, glancing sidelong at Leo. Leo realized, with a jolt, that he hadn’t introduced himself.
‘I’m Leo Tangent, but-”
“Boldie, of Bonding Tangent,” Skar said, her voice a soft, husky croon. “I hope that this has appeased the bad will between us.”
“It has!” Bolide said, her eyes shining.
Midnight grumbled. “Sorry,” she said, her arms crossing over her chest and tucking into her armpits. She frowned as Skar glared up at her. Leo noticed that both of their tails were lashing in the same pattern – like metronomes. Skar stood and then sat back down again. She let her body drop into the chair as if it was a lead weight – the clunk rang throughout the chamber.
“Can you tell us about the Fleetsoul?” Leo asked.
“Ugh...” Skar grumbled and sagged in her seat. “Fine. But how many more questions are you going to ask?” She kicked out her legs and sagged down. “I was ... not expecting things to go like this after I swore to you, Master.”
“Leo,” Leo said.
“Master Leo,” she said, then grinned toothily. “Or would you prefer Daddy?”
“He does prefer Daddy,” Bolide said, helpfully.
Leo pinched the bridge of his nose again. “Again. Not going to fuck you.”
“Really?” Skar asked. Her finger pressed to a button on the throat of her helmet seals and the suit she wore ... simply... flowed off her. Whatever intelligent or semi-intelligent fabric she wore puddled around her ankles and retracted into circular anklets she wore, leaving her completely bare. Her hefty breasts were tipped with dark black-red nipples, and they were pierced through with golden hoops that glittered fetchingly, while her arms and her thighs were lined equally with tattoos and scars. She looked a great deal like Tessa – if Tessa had been straight from the tenth circle of hell. Or Devos, for that matter. She cocked her head, her hand reaching down to spread the folds of her cunt casually, revealing the dark black-red entrance to her body as she murmured “You don’t want to fuck this?”
“I mean, it is her culture, who can say if it’s wrong?” Bolide whispered, while Leo reached over, leaning till he was almost off his seat. He touched the same button she had and jerked his hand back as Skar grabbed for it. In a second, the clothing had flowed over her again and snapped into place.
“You guys built a fast-fuck spacesuit that only requires one button to open? Are you stupid?” Midnight asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
“It detects if there is an atmosphere, are your suits so stupid?” Skar shot back.
“Ever heard of E-war?” Midnight snorted.
“Girls, please,” Leo said, trying to not imagining what it would taste like to dive into a pussy from a different solar system. He forced himself, instead, to drag things back on subject. “You don’t act like ... I mean...” He hesitated. “You call me master. You’d say you’re a slave, right?”
“After a fashion,” Skar said.
“Isn’t ... how many prior masters have...” Leo’s cheeks flushed. “Had you.”
“Each of them,” Skar said, then shrugged. “I was not made a slave against my will. I earned this place. I fought for this place.”
“Explain that,” Leo said. “How does this ... this ... work.” He gestured her up and down with his hand.
“All Devonians are born as tarjvhalamp. When they are chosen by a vhalamp to become, you say, Bonded, their souls and bodies are their masters and we are proud and happy of it. I remember being ... tarj...” She hesitated. “Nameless. Barely sentient. Thoughtless. A mewling wretch, who worked in the factories and the mines and the farms under the direction of scent-minders, wishing that a Leafari might take notice of me, and grant me the right to be a true trisvhalamp – to be a bonded.” She smirked. “I won the right by overcoming that deep darkness and exhibiting great skill at the mathematics trails, and my first master plucked me out. We were not, of course, natural bonded, but he was able to tune his scent properly.”
Leo felt sick. “So, what you’re saying...” He said, slowly. “Is that ... there are millions – billions – of Devonians on your planet that are ... that are unbonded. And you have the technology to tweak bonding, and ... and they’re just ... they don’t get nothing? Not a thing?”
“Well, they have to meet Leafari and get bonded, right?” Bolide asked.
“There are one Leafari to every ten Devonian,” Skar said, as if any other possible configuration was ludicrous. “if every Devonian was bonded, who would do the scut work? Being ... empty ... has its advantages. I barely remember the shifts, though, heh.” She grabbed her own bicep. “Ten hour shifts did get me very strong.”
Leo put his hands over his face. When he dropped them, his eyes were glittering and hard. “You’re saying that the Leafari deliberately leave Devonians unbonded – to make them better chattel.”
“What is that word?” Skar asked. “You mean workers? Druges? Yes. Why?”
Leo sprang to his feet and punched the wall. The movement was so reflexive and instant that he barely felt the twinge in his knuckles. He breathed through his teeth – the image of millions upon millions of empty eyed Devonian men and women and children, working in factories because their brains couldn’t function well enough to complain. Worse, worse! They were being led along by just barely enough pheromones – scent minders – that they could move and act and follow directions, but not enough to truly kindle the intelligence and personality that they had. And if any managed to overcome this by biology and luck, they were swept into a protected caste – Midnight had been sarcastic, but her name had been exactly and well chosen. Janissaries. Pampered slaves, made special so they’d keep the boot on the neck of the rest.
“Well, um, good news, Skar!” Bolide said. “We’ve dedicated our lives and the entire industrial and technological output of our solar system to finding and toppling the Leafari regime!” Her tail wagged and she clapped her hands together. “But first, we need to stop this silly little invasion! So, how about you tell us all about the Fleetsoul!”
Skar snorted. “Bolide ... I am beginning to realize you take nothing very seriously, do you?”
Bolide smiled. Her teeth were showing.
“I vomited when I shot your slaver,” she said, softly. “But that is because I am not used to gore. I am not going to lose a wink of sleep over decapitating him – and in time, you will see why.” She hesitated. “ ... okay. No. We’re going to solve this now.” She leaned forward, her eyes growing intent. “Did we evolve on the same planet? Leafari and Devonians, I mean. Did they make us? Or-”
“No, no, they did not make us, we’ve been their slaves and druges since the age of knapped tools,” Skar said, looking faintly unsettled by the very idea. “Did ... how do you not know this? Did...” Her eyes flicked to Leo. “Did the humans-”
“Terrans,” Midnight said, cutting her off. “We’re all humans. I’m human, you’re human. And ... as much as I hate to admit it, the Leafari are human. We need to get that fucking straight right now.”
Skar snorted. “No we’re not. We’re from different fucking planets.”
“Who gives a shit!?” Midnight snapped. “Have you seen Terran histories?” She ran to the wall, typing hurriedly. As she searched the media libraries, Skar rolled her eyes.
“That’s for others,” she said. “I’m mostly focused on flying the ships and shooting the guns.”
“When Terrans started to define who was and wasn’t human, it led to shit like this,” Midnight said, drawing away. She slapped the side of the screen. Grainy images of black and white people – miserably thin and dressed in ragged prison uniforms, clinging to fence walls, looking out at the photographer in mute calls for help. Color photo of the refugees and climatological crises of the 21st century. City streets turned into rubble. Leo looked away, as the handheld footage of the Five Minuet War came up a bit later. He felt sick to his stomach. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about, Skar. We’re humans because if we’re not humans, we start doing this to each other.” She tapped a button – and an old photograph, touched up and clarified by modern editing systems, showed men and women working a cotton field, dressed in the bright colors of correctional facility uniforms from the American slave-prison system.
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