Star Crossed Kindness
Copyright© 2026 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 12
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
Seen from a distance, the month that it took for the Cormorant and her prize to finish its orbital burn back from the asteroid belt to Earth, was merely one of a great deal of energetic activity that happened in the solar system, and not even the most exciting thing. The twirling pair fell in towards Earth while, zipping outwards from Earth and Mars came the first of several dozen high speed probes. These probes had been constructed in the tearing hurry that only an extreme emergency could produce – and they were launched with the same pell-mell attitude towards normal safety and failure rates that any emergency, crash project had.
That’s why there were thirty five of them and not just one.
Most of the probes actually did complete the first ninety percent of their flights from the inner solar system to the outer. It was the last few days that was the tricky part: Once they began to come into the direct line of sight of the mysterious staging post in orbit around Saturn, they started to ... well...
Explode.
Their exploding gave a lot of interesting and terrifying data as to the power of the Leafari particle beam weapons, and how tetchy they were about probes getting anywhere near their home away from home – but the simple fact was that no particle beam cannon could fire at a space probe without said space probe being able to see the particle beam cannon in question. The scattered images taken by the probes that survived longest were, of course, pored over by the entirety of humanity.
And beamed straight to the Cormorant.
“The issue, Director,” Leo said, tiredly, as he rubbed his temples. “ ... we can’t ... we aren’t ... getting any more information from Skar.”
With the message sent, he went to do some paperwork on his computer. He finished three forms before the response came.
“She’s bonded to you,” Director Trench said, frowning and crossing their arms over their chest. “I thought you were getting a lot of information – the first data dump you beamed our way is still being discussed.”
Leo made a face.
“That’s just it,” he said. “I, um. We kinda. Did a ... did a bit of a Captain Kirk speech.”
The screen showed Trench looking off to the side – they were doing their own business as they waited for Leo’s message to crawl back to them. Leo knew, immediately, what the reaction would be to just hearing that and nothing else. He sighed and added.
“And now her belief in the inherent rights of herself as a human being have ... uh ... led her to no longer wanting to talk, because, like, before, she talked to us because she saw herself as my battle won slave girl...” Leo smacked his lips. He was still trying to think of what to say when the first line of his message arrived and he bit his lip. On the screen, Trench looked back, listening.
They sighed. Very slowly.
“Try and get more information from her, but ... Commander.” They leaned in close, their eyes glinting. “I do not want to have to find out that you abused any prisoners of war. The Leafari might think that treating a Devonian like a prized toy is normal, but we do not.”
Leo gaped at the screen.
“Director!” Leo said, leaning forward. “I ... I am ... that...” He pursed his lips. He had time to think and respond. He didn’t have to immediately start shouting. He drew in a slow breath, then let it out. “I am teaching Skar as much as I can about being in the Human Union. If we’re lucky, the Devonians that the Leafari dragged out here are going to be just as eager to turn sides as ... as ... anyone.” He rubbed his palm against his face. “I can only hope some Leafari do too.”
He now began to fill out forms very angrily.
“I understand. I also know that out there, in the back of beyond, surrounded by bonded, things can get ... confusing.” The director sighed. “Keep up the honor and the ideals of the Human Union, and we’ll see you when you make landfall.”
There was a short pause.
“Also, good thinking on the twirl.”
The line cut out and Leo made an angry jerking off motion. “Don’t abuse her,” he said, angrily. “Fucking what does he think I am?” He shook his head, then rubbed his palms against his face. Midnight leaned in at the door to his office.
“How was the long distance call from hell?” she asked. “ ... that good, huh?”
“Sorry, just, every call we get back is two orders, repeated in various ways: Get as much information as we can out of Skar, also, don’t treat her badly, or violate any of the rules of customs with her, and respect her culture, and all that...” Leo sagged in his seat – very glad for the extra mass twirling his ship around like a top, as it gave him a chance to slump. Slumping in micro-gravity tended to make you all floppy instead of anything particularly satisfying. “Her culture is evil, though.”
Midnight walked over and sat on the desk. “It can’t be all bad,” she said. “Just mostly.” Her teeth flashed. “And you know, if they tell you to respect her culture, you really should be dicking her down good every night.”
“Don’t remind me,” Leo said, closing his eyes. “Gods, I’m glad she doesn’t ask for that. I can’t even imagine what fourteen year old me would be saying – oh hey, did you know in about seven years, you’d be fighting an alien invasion fleet, oh, also, you have five girlfriends and one of them is one of those aliens and, in her culture, if you beat her master in a fight, you get free access. I think he’d fucking die.”
“ ... five?” Midnight asked.
Leo lifted his head.
“Me, Bolide, Gillian, Skar, that’s four,” Midnight said.
That smile, sharp edged and toothy, grew all the more dangerously angled.
“You were counting Tessa. Now, why were you counting Tessa...” She purred, her tail lashing behind her. Bolide could have asked that question and sounded totally innocent and carefree. When Midnight asked it, she sounded dangerous. Very dangerous. Leo’s cheeks heated and he coughed, touching the keyboard on his computer.
“We got a data dump from the probes-”
“Oops!” Midnight’s tail flicked around and touched a button – bringing up the personal/private window on the screen. And there, looking shy and bashful and utterly gorgeous in a flowing red and black dress that was cut sleek and sheer, was Tessa. Her broad shoulders were left entirely exposed, and she had applied some black lipstick on her lips, while her dyed hair – still cut in the frizzy, shaved pixie cut she preferred. Standing behind her, looking as if she had invented the concept of women, was Gillian, while text added to the screen that said orientation play isn’t just for rockets, hunk.
“Oh my gods,” Midnight choked, while Leo clacked at the keyboard, replacing the risque photo with a grainy intelligence photo of the alien invasion platform in orbit around Saturn. “Oh my gods.” She said it again, in an entirely different tone of voice.
“Yeah, those are antimatter storage tanks-”
“No, no, she didn’t send you, like, a horny photo,” Midnight said, slowly. “She sent you a come fuck me with no condom breed me human romance photo.”
Leo, his cheeks burning, said: “Biologically untennable without surgery she’s really not interested in and lots of complicated cloned organs.”
“Just one,” Midnight said, absently, her eyes unfocused. “Dang. You really got in that girl’s head.”
“I...” Leo sighed, then tapped a few more buttons – sending the data dump of the, once again, the alien battle fleet and it’s massive tanks of stored antimatter to the central conference room slash kitchen slash exercise area of the Cormorant. “She has been spending weeks with Gillian.”
“You think Gillian has been bigging you up?” Midnight asked, sliding off the desk. “I mean, she’s not Bolide.”
“Yeah. But she is my partisan,” Leo said, then stood. “Now ... thankfully, the rest of the crew will be able to focus on that’s important.”
“She sent a racy picture?” Bolide squealed.
“Not just racy, she was in a dress,” Midnight said, nodding.
“Eee!” Bolide squealed.
Leo, who was standing before the wall projector – which he had needed to uncover, set up, and program to display properly since it hadn’t been used for several years – and holding a stylus for pointing, scowled at the two Devonians. Skar, meanwhile, was leaning back in her seat, regarding the intelligence footage with an impassive disinterest.
“Girls,” Leo said. “Focus.”
“We have, what, a week and a half before we get back to Earth,” Midnight said. “We have time to goof a little.”
“Yes, that’s why I’m allowing this much goofing, but we’ve hit the threshold limit,” Leo said. He hesitated. “That and ... I ... am ... still...” His eyes flicked over to Skar. “I’m still figuring out how things are with Tessa. Long distance stuff is hard.”
Skar cocked her head. “You have humans in your harem?” she asked.
“Polybond,” Bolide said, helpfully.
“We’re all humans,” Leo said. “I have Terrans in my polybond.”
Skar nodded, slowly. “Right.”
She stuck her tongue into her cheek, dimpling it outwards in a very ... Earthian gesture that it made Leo blink a few times. He shook his head, then turned back to the intelligence display. He pointed. “This is the composite image of the various probes, combined with the analysis that the engineers and scientists back on Earth have managed to put together. What we’re looking at here is a base for a base. See, their fleet was able to bring, in terms of invasion material ... shockingly little.”
“They had four ships,” Bolide said, frowning. “If they were similar to the arcships, that’s fifty to a hundred thousand Devonians each. Up that by a factor of ten because they apparently cracked cryo-storage. That makes for the population figures that Skar mentioned. But it leaves them with almost no, like, material t-to actually do the invady part. Thus, that.” She gestured to the image.
“Exactly,” Leo said. He paused to turn and look at what the Leafari had wrought in their time in the solar system.
Essentially, their ships had all coasted to a stop in the ring system of Saturn. There, they had embarked on a kind of vast desecration. Those rings had lasted for millions upon millions of years and now they had a cancer growing in them. Autonomous ships had scuttled out, using the ice of the Saturnian rings as fuel to bring them to more chunks and, using those chunks, they had made more autonomous ships. As more ships made more ships, they had hit an exponential curve, allowing vast amounts of material from the rings to be floated towards the ships – which had webbed themselves together into a vast polyhedron and set themselves to spinning for gravity. In their heart, where that spin canceled out into micro-gravity, an immense spire had grown to the zenith and the nadir of the station, then bifurcated outwards, forming into dozens upon dozens of berths where ships could be constructed. Those ships were all being built of the same Saturnian culled materials, and fueled with the same Saturnian ring ice.
But that was just the heart.
Stretching above and below the structure were long tendril threads, visible more on how they set off heat differentials than by any bouncing of physical light. Leo pointed at them.
“These appear to be magnetodynamic tethers,” Leo said. “Everyone know what they are?”
“Duh,” Midnight said.
“Aww, I wanted us to be the first ones to make those.”
Skar shrugged. “Yeah,” she said.
Leo looked back at the screen. Those vast loops took advantage of the immense energy being produced by the gas giants magnetosphere to produce electricity. Better than solar, more scaleable than fission. Though it did mean they probably didn’t have fusion power – something that the Human Union hadn’t cracked. He frowned. “So, they’ve been using the MDTs to basically juice ... well, we’re not sure where their atom smashers are. We think they might be floating them in atmosphere.”
“Why there?” Bolide asked. “That’s way harder to-”
“Safety,” Midnight said. “Same reason the antimatter storage tanks are as far away from the station as possible while still being in the shadow of Saturn. And I bet you that if we make a serious move into the outer system, they’re going to sink those AM tanks into the atmosphere too. If their atom smashers screw up their antimatter production, the central base is safe. If the AM tanks blow, their central base is safe.”
“My big question is is the antimatter for more relativistic kill vehicles or are they going to be using it tactically,” Bolide said, then started to scribble. “We also ... has anyone mathed out how much actual antimatter is in those tanks?”
“There are some variables, so we have a wide range,” Leo said, tapping at the wall panel. The display flicked up and Bolide’s ears shot right up.
“Ohhoho!” She said, her eyebrows rising with her ears a second later, as if her brain was trying to keep up. “Okay. They can either run that entire fleet in circles around us, or they can fling one more RKV at us. But not both.” She grinned. “Even at the extreme range of things, they can’t really have a fleet.” She rubbed her jaw.
Skar slumped in her seat. Everyone glanced at her.
“What?” she asked.
“Do you wanna at least give us a hint about the storage tanks?” Bolide asked, brightly.
“Your nerds-”
“Who taught her the word nerd?” Leo said, immediately. Bolide glanced at Midnight. Midnight rolled her eyes.
“I looked it up on my own recognizance,” Skar said, leaning forward on her muscular arms, her fingers drumming a double tattoo against the metal table in the conference room. “But your nerds need the practice, monkey boy.”
“We evolved from simian like creatures too! P-Probably!” Bolide said.
“Actually, they were a kind of avian,” Skar said. “Well. They’d call them avians. The taxonomy gets fucky cause it’s two entirely fucking different biota.”
“What ... fh ... rwh ... bu...” Bolide spluttered.
“Wait, I thought you weren’t giving us any information,” Leo said.
“If you can use my basic understanding of evolution on my home planet as a way to defeat an entire Leafari battle fleet with a machine intelligence several orders of magnitude smarter than your entire species, then sure, go ahead Leo.” Skar flashed another one of her smiles. Midnight glared at her.
“Wait, no, you have to say more!” Bolide said, grabbing her arm. “We evolved from avian like creatures? What were the selection pressures? Why are our bones not brittle and hollow? Do we have any vestigial flight organs? Are Leafari also evolved from similar ancestors, like, how does this all work out!”
Skar looked a bit disconcerted by this sudden avalanche of questions.
“You’ve known Bolide this long and you’re still surprised, huh,” Midnight said, propping her chin on her palm. Leo flicked off the intelligence display, taking his seat across from the girls at the table.
“I...” Skar blushed. “Okay, uh, fuck, lets see if I can remember this shit. Uh. We evolved from avian like creatures who ... we were the smallest, shittiest fliers, but survived due to basic tool use, and it selected for tool use more and more, we lost our wings, kept the coloration, uh...” She rubbed her jaw.
“Why do we have simian arms and hands, though!?”
“We don’t. Or, well, we do. It’s like how evolution keeps pressuring life to form into certain shapes cause that shape is just generally the best possible package for it – or at least, the easiest.” Skar said, miming a humanoid shape with her palms. “Sure, you could probably design a better one if you did a lot of thinking. But any inherently better body never needs to develop tools, and any worse body can’t use em, so we have this very narrow range of physical traits that leads to, uh, social shit and, like, tool use.”
“We did theorize that with Devonians,” Leo said. “The fact Leafari are also humanoid kinda makes it a settled thing. Assuming, of course, nothing meddled in our evolution.” He wiggled his brows. “Remember that Precursor artifact.”
“That’s an ansible, it won’t have any selection pr-” Skar started, then stopped herself. “Shit.”
“Hah!” Bolide slapped her palm on the counter. “Leo tricked you.”
“ ... uh...” Leo blushed. “I wasn’t trying to trick her.”
“I’m not sure if that makes me feel any better,” Skar said. “Okay. Fine. The Precursor artifact is an ansible.”
“No, she’s the one trying to trick us,” Midnight said. “The FTL and quantum-linkage experiments in the 21st and 22nd centuries all fizzled. They don’t work, the instability is too great and the outcomes of one subatomic particle can’t-”
“If you use two un-linked ansibles within five AU of the other, their quantum messages overwrite and destroy one another,” Skar said, holding her palms apart. “The Precursor ansible has been sending a constant message back to our ansible for the past sixty eight million years.”
Midnight opened her mouth.
Closed it.
“Goddamn it,” she hissed.
Skar smirked. “Okay, so, now I want to see if you can use the fact ansibles are real and my post-bonding crash course education on evolutionary development to win the fucking war. If you do, I ... I...”
“Owe Leo a coke!” Bolide suggested.
“Sure, I owe Leo a cock,” Skar said.
“No, no, coke. Like the drink.”
“No, I like the version she suggested,” Midnight said, her grin impish. “Leo, you ever been pegged.”
“Yes, actually,” Leo said, causing the two Devonians to jerk their heads around, their eyes widening. “It was nice.”
Bolide squeaked, sat up, thrust her hand into the air, waved it around wildly.
“We’re not in class, Bolide, you can just-”
“Can I watch Midnight peg you!?” She squealed.
“-yes, yes you can.” Leo sighed, softly. “Sadly, we don’t have Gillian’s strap onboard.” He made a face. “I’ve seen what you two play with. I want to survive this trip.”
“ ... what is pegging?” Skar asked, her brow furrowing.
Bolide clapped her hands. “Human education hour!” which was her wont to do, in situations like this.
Landing on Earth felt strangely like biting into a big layered cake. First, the frosting.