Star Crossed Kindness
Copyright© 2026 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 2
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Military School Science Fiction Aliens Space Sharing Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory
Leo Tangent stood before the Gupta Memorial High School and looked from his girlfriend of two years to ... his bonded. Thinking those words, his bonded, still felt surreal. When he and Gillian had first met and started tentatively dating, there had been this unspoken awkwardness around their early conversations. Weird looks. Funny ribbing. Arjun had been the only person that Leo knew that had said it as bluntly as: A human girl? Really?
Well. Yeah. Really.
And that was the infuriating thing about this whole situation. He still felt just as seriously for Gillian as he had before he had run into Midnight. Hell, he didn’t even know Midnight’s last name – he knew Gillian’s last name.
It was Cowling.
And yet, just being near Midnight felt so natural and correct to him that it felt fucked up and scary. He wondered how many boys, over the past two centuries had gone through this exact series of thoughts. Maybe first contact had been like this.
“Leo,” Gillian said, her voice deadly soft. “Who is this woman?”
“Leo,” Midnight said, her sharp teeth flashing as she smirked. “Is this your ex girlfriend?”
“Mmmm, not last time I checked, Devonian,” Gillian said.
“Heh ... you know, I kinda like this new me,” Midnight said. “I didn’t know I could-”
She started to walk forward and Leo sprang forward, and held up both of his hands. “Whoa! Whoa! Lets all calm down. We’re all humans right now,” he said, seriously.
He realized he had immediately made a mistake. The common language of the Human Union was what his professors called a “Hindu-English creole, laced with Yetarkan, Kunl and Vorin loanwords over two centuries of mutual relationships between Devonian and Terrans.” One of those loanwords was, well, human. There were two ways to say human, like there were two ways to say ‘micro-gravity’ or ‘airlock’ or ‘love’ – and some of those were leaning more on the Devonian or Terran way of saying things. Like, most people used the Devonian word for airlock (Leo wasn’t sure which of the three Devonian languages it had come from) for all airlocks, but you usually used the Devonian word for bonding when talking about bonding, even if it technically meant ‘love’ the same way humans used love, which was the Hindu word for love, ishq.
But human? Human could either be the English word, human, which now referred to both Terrans and Devonians. Or it could be the Vorin word for human, which was ke’tal, which was roughly analogous to ‘fae’ or ‘fairie’, which was how Devonians saw Terrans. Since. Like. Just as Devonians matched certain Terran legends, Terrans were near duplicates of Devonian legends of gorgeous, angelic trickster beings that were the stars of a preposterous number of racy fantasy novels.
So.
In short, Leo had just called attention to the whole ... devi bonding girlfriend related relationship explosion happening right now. He was able to piece all of this together with remarkable clarity in the seconds between the words escaping his mouth and Gillian glaring slowly at him.
“Yeah. I guess we are,” she said. “And I’m going to do what Terran girls do in situations like this.”
She turned and started to walk off, her hands clenched into fists.
“Gillian, wait, wait, wait!” Leo said, running after her – while Midnight ran after him.
“Why!?” She exploded. “Why should I get in the way of fucking biology? That’s how this fucking works. You’ve got your brain chemistry diddled, now, you want to shack up with sharp and pointy over there.” She gestured to Midnight, who scowled at her.
“You know there are ace Devonians, right?” she asked.
“Suuuuure there are,” Gillian shot back.
“Well, I can see why you like her so much, considering she’s a racist bitch,” Midnight said, her voice sharp, her tail lashing behind her back.
“Not helpful,” Leo said. Then he realized something. “Wait, Gillian, your nose filters.”
“Fuck you,” Gillian said, immediately, her fingers going to her own nose filters. They had both worn them, specifically to avoid this. Leo blushed, shaking his head.
“It’s not like that,” he said.
“Just as a note, even if we bond, I am going to demand an apology,” Midnight muttered.
“Fuck you!” Gillian snapped. “You stole the sweetest, nicest, coolest boy in school by having pheromones.”
“Before I respond to that, I do kinnnd of want to know which of you had the bright idea of trying to avoid bonding,” Midnight said, her arm snaking around Leo’s chest as she snuggled up against his back. Leo wasn’t sure she was even aware she was doing it, even as her tail coiled around his leg, her chin resting on his shoulder. Just touching her made him feel more ... calm. Focused. It was strange, normally having a gorgeous girl, Devonian or Terran, snuggling up against his back would have made his brain so jitterly and focused on sex that he couldn’t string more than three words together.
“It was mutual,” Leo said, firmly. “And Gillian, I am not asking you to remove your nose filters to see if we got a trio bonding. It’s because any Devonian works to mood leaven any Terran. And we should talk about this. Like the almost adults we are!”
Gillian scowled at him. “And what if I want to be angry? What if it’s my Gods given right to be pissed that my boyfriend has been stolen by a stranger?” Her eyes glinted and her lower lip trembled. Leo found it ... shockingly easy to see something, a clarity that was bright and pure and right there in the center of his brain.
“She hasn’t stolen me,” Leo said, quietly. “ ... Midnight, please, stop cuddling me.”
Midnight drew away from him. Mutedly, she muttered. “Sorry.”
Leo sighed, shivering. “I don’t know how me and Midnight are going to do things. But I don’t want to stop being your boyfriend, Gillian.”
Gillian shook her head. “I don’t want to share you,” she said, softly. “You’re mine. We ... I...” She looked away.
“ ... can I interject?” Midnight asked, quietly. “Or is this a Terrans only part of the conversation?”
Leo blushed, then nodded. “You are in the middle of it,” he said, his voice soft.
“I don’t know if I want to steal Leo,” she said. “But ... I ... am not giving this up.” Her hand brushed through her dark red hair, tucking a lock behind one of her long, ridged ears. “I ... don’t... like not being bonded. I don’t like being ... slow. I could barely do math without taking an hour and a computer.”
Leo nodded.
Gillian crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you straight?”
Midnight’s dark skin darkened further. “Yeah,” she said.
“Are you allosexual?” Her eyes were narrowed.
Midnight hesitated, her tail flicking. “Yeah,” she said.
“Well, okay, fuck that,” Gillian said, immediately. “And before you even think of saying it, no. No threesomes.”
Leo held up his hands. “I was not thinking of it!” he said. Which was a little bit of a lie. A tiny bit. He was eighteen. He was male. He was currently talking to two gorgeous girls. The idea of a threesome was impossible to not think – but like most well adjusted young men, he was able to tuck that idea into a box, then hide the box in the back of his brain, then take it out when he was alone to admire it.
“Sure you weren’t,” Gillian and Midnight said at the same time. The two looked at one another, and Midnight snorted, while Gillian rolled her eyes and made a jerking off motion with her right hand.
Leo, suddenly, felt a prickle at the back of his neck. He turned around and saw several other students emerging from the school – and three had terminals trained on him. Leo scowled. “I do not consent to that!” he said. Their terminals chirruped and buzzed loudly and the students looked irritated.
“Ah come on, it’s so juice!” a girl said.
“Lets go somewhere private,” Leo said, firmly, taking both girls by their hands, and tugging them away from school. It was technically cutting the last period, but he was pretty sure that he’d get an exemption.
New Charleston had, like most cities in the American Economic Zone, a huge tourist trap of a Five Minute War memorial. Like most, it was kind of breathtakingly beautiful – it was essentially a huge green field stretching out from the center of the city in a triangular pattern, spreading outwards until it reached the main maglev line that buzzed to the central metroplex. The triangle represented the tidal wave of the kinetic bolides that had done the majority of the initial megadeaths, and it was gridded with pale white marble pillars. Leo, Midnight and Gillian walked past one and a woman appeared before it, shimmering and buzzing as holo-projectors warmed up. She was middle aged, brown skinned, and pensive.
“My name was Mikalah. I was a programmer, with three cats. In my life, I shared my thoughts and dreams on the website-”
Leo, hastily, took his terminal out and switched off the broadcast that indicated he wanted to take part in the monument’s interactive property. The ghost of the war vanished. Midnight shook her head slowly.
“This is the place you want to talk about your romantic troubles?” she asked.
“No!” Leo said, blushing. “It’s private but ... no, no, I am not talking about my girlfriend problems in the megadeath memorial site.” He paused. “Jeeze. I’m not that stupid.”
Midnight nodded, faintly, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Man, it must suck for Devonians who bond with total assholes,” Gillian said, her voice meditative.
“Ever seen Different Choices?” Midnight asked.
“Uh, the first season, why?” Gillian asked, her voice edgy, as if she was worried that Midnight was going to somehow use this conversational gambit as a way to get at her spine.
“Well, season two, that happens to Mixie,” Midnight said.
“Mixie!? No!” Gillian exclaimed. “Also, fuck, spoilers.”
Midnight looked smug. “You didn’t say no spoilers.”
They emerged from the left end of the memorial and to the street full of stores and shops aimed at tourists who had stopped by to walk through the pillars. There, Leo stepped up to the table built near one of the restaurants, sat both girls down and took his seat, creating a equilateral triangle around the circular table. He sighed. “There,” he said, “Privacy.” As he spoke, the table projected up menus. “ ... and I can pay for the food, if you’re hungry.”
Gillian ran her finger up and down the slide-bar, her eyes glinting, while Midnight glanced over, smirking. “I think that’ll go straight to your thighs,” she said, her voice faux-sweet. Gillian glared at her.
“Midnight,” Leo said. “ ... do you prefer Mid, Midnight, or Night?”
She shrugged. “They’re all good when you say it,” she said.
“You know Devonians can also get diabetes, right?” Gillian said.
“My mom has type-2,” Midnight shot back.
Leo put his hands over his face, rubbing his palms slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Lets start with introductions. I’m Leo Tangent.” He said, putting his hand on his chest. Midnight blushed as she looked at him. “My mom and dad are Brian and Omega Tangent, and my other mom is L’uthar.”
“You have a Devonian mom?” Midnight asked. “I ... didn’t expect that.”
“I wasn’t raised in a Terran only house,” Leo said, grinning slightly. “That’s ... kind of why I started wearing nose filters. Mom, Mom and Dad talked to me about bonding, and when I met Gillian, I realized I wanted to be with her.” He reached across the table, squeezing her hand. Gilliam smiled at him, her eyes softening. “Now, you introduce yourself.”
“Gillian Cowling,” she said, bluntly. “My Dads are spacers. I wanna join the spacy.”
“ ... anything else?” Leo said, shyly.
Gillian paused. “I like Deothrash Death Metal, I’m big into strategy games.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, what more am I supposed to say?”
Midnight’s tail twitched behind her chair. It was an odd pattern of twitching – when it swayed near Leo, it hesitated for a long moment, then swung back, then flicked rapidly back to swaying near Leo, then almost touched him ... then swayed back. Leo tried to ignore it. “I’m Midnight, and my clade doesn’t really use surnames, so, that’s just it. Midnight.” She flashed her sharp teeth. “I ... didn’t have hopes or dreams before I met Leo. Just kind of a low, deep resentment that my body didn’t work and my brain didn’t work, all because some stupid human who I hadn’t even met had done anything. I spent most of my time thinking of the meanest things I could possibly say to people, and hoped no one ever tried to ask me a second question, because then I’d turn out to not have anything to say because I was so fucking stupid.” Her hands were tightening, her tail lashing from side to side behind her faster and faster.
Then she breathed in, her eyes closing.
Then she breathed out and her tail stilled.
“Now I want to join the spacy too,” she said, looking at Gillian levelly.
“You ... stole my boyfriend, and now you’re stealing my lifelong dream?” Gillian asked.
“The spacy saved my entire species from extinction when we arrived in SOL I want to pay it forward,” Midnight said, firmly. “Also, I love big rockets and I cannot lie.” She grinned. “It’d have taken me half a day to come up with that line before I met Leo.”
Gillian opened her mouth, then closed it.
“I ... didn’t know it was that bad,” she said.
“I had it a lot worse than some devis,” Midnight admitted, her tail finally giving up and looping around Leo’s right arm, hooking around his armpit and ending up with the spade-tip touching his shoulder blade. Gillian looked pensively down at her menu.
“How’s your ADHD?” she asked, suddenly.
Leo blushed. “Um. It’s okay.”
“Don’t lie,” Gillian said, her voice hollow.
Leo gulped. “I feel like my head is no longer full of bees. Like I can just decide things.”
“Right,” Gillian said. Her fingers drummed on the metal table, buzzing through the hologram of the menu – sending half a dozen contradictory order requests in, which she then flicked away with a jerk of her hand. “Right. Right. Right. So. Cool. Cool. Cool. Now, I’m also a bitch if I say boo, huh?”
“Gillian, you’re not a bitch,” Leo said, his voice gentle.
“No, you’re saying that because Midnight here is pumping your brain with mood levelers,” Gillian said, then slumped back, in the chair she had taken, her butt almost sliding off it. She sighed. “Doesn’t it ... fuck you up? You’re both different people, just, like that?”
“I am not a different person,” Leo said.
“I am,” Midnight said, her tail squeezing him. “A better person.”
Gillian’s lips pursed. Her finger lifted to her nose filters, touching the subtle little device – and for one of the first times in his life, Leo realized something about those devices and the weird, mixed message they sent. They were so small and inoffensive, you could easily miss that someone was wearing them. Maybe that was purely comfort. Or maybe, the people who built and wore nose filters didn’t want everyone around them to notice immediately and start thinking why you were wearing nose filters.
Why didn’t you want to be a better person?
He squirmed in his seat, while Gillian said: “I ... I need time to think about this.”
Leo nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do you?” her voice was somewhat sharp, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Leo’s cheeks heated. He opened his mouth, then closed it. He wanted to say yes, yes, yes, he absolutely needed time to think about it. But the immediate response stuck in his throat. He looked down at his hands.
“Right,” Gillian said. “You two ... just...” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just...”
“We’re not going to have sex,” Leo said, immediately.
“Hah!” Gillian’s voice was sharp and bitter. She put her hands on the table and shoved herself to her feet. “Sure. Sure.”
She turned to start to walk away. Leo stood as well, feeling the tug of Midnight’s arm and tail against him, trying to keep him down. “Gillian, wait,” he said, but she was walking away so fast that her legs were a blur. It became a run, and when he broke into his run, Midnight scrambled to catch up with him. It was funny, despite having a tail coiled around him, they managed to get going without immediately falling into a pile of limbs and bruises. But by the time they came around the corner, an autocab had swept up, summoned by Gillian tapping frantically on her terminal, her eyes glittering.
The cab zipped away and she didn’t look out the window as Leo called out. “Gill!”
She was gone.
Midnight and Leo stood next to one another, and Leo felt her arm and her tail again, snuggling against him with the immediate need of a newly bonded devi. Some sayings in his culture – cuddlier than a devi – was now beginning to make sense to Leo. He sighed and leaned against Midnight. He couldn’t help himself, could he.
“What should we do?” Midnight asked.
Leo looked at her. “I thought you got super smart,” he said, grinning weakly, his own eyes beading with tears.
Midnight reached up and flicked one tear away, her grin gentle – even if her teeth were very sharp. “I can do orbital transfer math in my head without a computer. Making you stupid sexy monkeys happy is much, much harder math.”
Leo nodded.
“Well, okay,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “Since sucking your dick is off the table, I mean.”
Leo flushed. Hard.
“Lets...” he blinked. “ ... talk to my parents!”
Midnight’s ears perked up, her tail twitching behind her. “Just to make sure, that’s an unrelated idea to the dick sucking, right?”
“Yes, yes, it’s very much so,” Leo said, laughing despite himself. Midnight’s eyes glittered with a deep, almost feline pleasure – like if a cat could enjoy how cute it was being. Leo pursed his lips at her, then reached into his pocket and started to call an autocab – and noticed he had gotten a text from Arjun. It was pretty simple: yo, I hear sparks are flying! Good luck bb (best bud.)