Ahrrotl
romped forwards into the humans’ private chamber, and Maria’s face fell. It was cramped for their standards, but the
ceilings were still uncomfortably high for a Hrotata. Maria sat on a mat on the floor where their
bed would be once it had been unfolded.
She was sitting with her legs crossed and ankles up on her hips, her
hands resting on her knees.
“Oh. What is it?”
Ahrrotl
relaxed and tried to mimic Maria’s position subtly, sitting on her rear end,
crossing her feet, and using her forepaws for balance while swaying
slightly. Her head was lowered, her gaze
on Maria’s torso and stomach and legs rather than on her face, as she was
trying to present submissive behavior.
“Maria,
I would like to speak with you.
Privately, if you would.”
Maria
nodded sharply and glanced upwards.
“Mother Superior? Tommy? Privacy protocols, please.” She looked back down at Ahrrotl, trying to meet
her gaze. Ahrrotl looked up into her
eyes for a moment, then dropped her gaze again.
“Maria,
I wanted to say that I am sorry if I’ve offended you somehow. I have the feeling that you dislike me, and I
think that I understand why. I have no
interest in Algernon; he is your male, and you’ve made it very clear that you
claim him.” Ahrrotl sniffled; a
half-laugh. “From the way that he spoke
about you before I even met you I knew this.”
She smiled and looked up at Maria, meeting her gaze. “My people understand this. The less males that you have the more tightly
you must hold on to them, and the more valuable it makes them. To choose but one mate is to honor them
greatly. I can tell that you value and
love Algernon and I do not wish to interfere in your relationship.”
Ahrrotl
watched Maria closely. Her eyes were
cold and hard as stone when she first looked at them, but her gaze moved past
Ahrrotl’s and to the door behind her.
Her shoulders sagged a bit and she let out a sigh. She looked back at Ahrrotl and licked her
lips.
“I want
to make something clear to you, Ahrrotl.
I did not actually agree to have you along on this trip. Gerry is always bringing one friend or
another with us and I wanted this to be just us. Unlike some
of his friends, you’re pretty quiet and undemanding.” Maria gave a small smile and Ahrrotl’s heart
sped up. Did I get through to her? “Yes,
you’ve been a lot more pleasant than some of his buddies.” Her face darkened again.
“Unlike
many of his friends, though, I don’t know you.
I don’t know you well enough to trust you. And he’s giving you pet names and patting you
on the head and … look, Ahrrotl, we wanted alone time because…” she trailed off
and looked away.
Ahrrotl
very carefully moved forward and placed a paw on top of one of Maria’s in a
gesture she had seen humans use to comfort one another. “Because you’ve been having troubles recently
and you wanted a venue with no outside interference in which to examine your
relationship. I understand, Maria. I’ve been there myself.” She stroked the human’s hand gently.
Hrotata
produce a chemical in their bodies that acts as a mild neurotoxin to many life
forms, providing feelings of gentle euphoria to all who encounter it. This chemical is aspirated when they breathe
but is most concentrated in their saliva, thus making direct contact with their
tongues or fur a sure-fire way to receive a dose of it. Ahrrotl was naturally aware of this function
of her anatomy and had spent a good hour before this meeting grooming herself
in preparation.
Maria
neither confirmed nor denied Ahrrotl’s assumption, but continued to stare at
the wall. It was quiet for a minute and
Ahrrotl observed her relaxing more; her shoulders sank, her spine curved a bit,
her breathing slowed and her pupils dilated just enough to be noticeable. Ahrrotl squeezed her hand. “We don’t need to keep heading towards this
asteroid or whatever it is, Maria. If
you’d be more comfortable heading back to the station we can. I can tell Al that something has come up soon
that I’d forgotten. I’ll even pay you
back for any fuel that might have been wasted.
I consider you my friends. I
don’t want to cause either of you any trouble.”
Maria
smiled a little, and Ahrrotl thought that there was a tinge of sadness to
it. She looked down at the Hrotata. “You know, I’m starting to think of you as a
friend, too.” She closed her eyes and
sighed. “It’s just not easy right
now. I wish I’d have told you before
that I wanted alone time with Al. I just
didn’t know you well enough and I didn’t want to force it on him.”
Ahrrotl
dropped her head and nuzzled her wet nose against Maria’s hand. Maria absent-mindedly scratched behind the
Hrotata’s ear. “Hrotata females let males
come between them sometimes too, Maria. They
are very dear to us, but we must remember, sisters should always come before
brothers. They’d be lost without us, and
if we don’t get along we give them a poor example to follow.”
Maria
actually laughed – Ahrrotl was gratified, as this was the first time she had
laughed without reservation or derisiveness.
“Come on, Throttle. He’s a grown
man, not a child.”
“Is
there a difference? Males are impulsive
and emotional. If they are allowed to
make all the decisions they will destroy in the name of protecting and crush
that which they need to embrace. Human
males are not dissimilar to Hrotata males; I’ve seen it. It’s a wonder that your culture survived to
be post-solar, given that they used to dominate your species.”
Maria laughed
again, more quietly this time. “I’m
sorry, Ahrrotl, I think I misunderstood you.”
Her nails moved from Ahrrotl’s ears to the back of her head and then her
neck and shoulders. Ahrrotl felt her
heart pound even more quickly. Is she aware of the effect that that’s
having on me? Her hips and shoulders
began to writhe gently and sinuously and she let out a couple of experimental
licks to the smooth, dark skin on the back of the hand she was nuzzling. Maria didn’t seem to object.
She
nosed Maria’s hand, turning it over, and breathed wetly into the palm of
it. “I am pleased to find another way
our cultures are similar.” She nipped
the soft flesh of the mound of Maria’s thumb and wiggled her tongue against
it. Maria gasped quietly and then
started to chuckle. “Ahrrotl, that’s…”
Ahrrotl
sensed the hesitation in her and lunged forward with the energy of a coiled
spring, rocketing herself against Maria’s torso and neck and knocking her
backwards onto the soft mat. She bit the
soft parts of Maria’s ear. “When males
come between us, we also bond intimately.
It reminds them of their place and us of our sisterhood.” Her tongue dashed across Maria’s ear and neck
and along the line of her jaw.
The
hand that had been giving her neck such divine scratches tightened around the
loose skin there. At first Ahrrotl
thought that Maria was just being passionate, but a moment later she found
herself scruffed, suspended over Maria’s supine body, with Maria both frowning
and laughing simultaneously.
“Um…
no… Ahrrotl… that’s.. pfew…” Maria put
Ahrrotl on the ground and sat up, shaking her head. Ahrrotl started to romp towards her again,
but Maria held up her hand palm out. What does she want? Does she want to bring Algernon in? Ahrrotl’s quiverings became even more intense
at that thought. We can share him!
“Ahrrotl,
that’s not… um… that’s not how human females resolve…” Maria let out a long,
shuddering breath and laughed again.
“That’s not how we do this.”
Ahrrotl
blinked, frustrated. “What do you mean,
Maria? Is it our posture? Or should you be behaving in a dominant
fashion, as I’ve offended you?”
Maria
threw back her head and laughed.
Nervousness and frustration reached a peak in Ahrrotl and she began to
laugh as well, although she was not sure where the humor was. Maria wiped tears from her eyes.
“No,
no, no. Algernon and I are bonded. We’re a pair.
We’re partners. We don’t share
each other. Not for any reason. It’s just how we decided to be.”
“But
…” She
was touching me! Scratching me! Scratching my ears! My neck!
Ahrrotl stilled in anger and confusion.
“I thought that we should …”
“Yes,
Throttle. You don’t have to say it. I get it.
But no, that’s not how it works with humans.”
“Oh.” Ahrrotl was disappointed. She looked down at the cold, black poly floor
and wiggled her whiskers uncertainly.
She looked up. “What do you do
then?”
“Lots
of things. There are a lot of ways to
bond that don’t involve physical intimacy, you know. Talking, often over food
or drinks. Mutual … grooming.”
“Oh.” Ahrrotl said again. She was at a loss for words. I hope
that I haven’t offended her further. At
least I got to touch her. She should be
much easier to be around now.
Mother
Superior’s voice rang out. “Maria, your
husband is calling for you.”
“Tell
him – oh, right.” She looked down at
Ahrottl. “She won’t hear me. Privacy.
Look, we’ll talk more later, okay?
No harm done, okay?” She looked
hopeful.
“Yes. No harm.”
Ahrrotl agreed. No harm but a bruised pride and interrupted
libido. “I’ll head to my quarters to
give you some space with Al.”
Maria
beamed. “Thank you! I’ll let you know when we’re done. Maybe you can sing for us again?”
Ahrrotl
bowed. “It would be my pleasure,
Maria.” She turned and headed towards
the door. As she exited, she noted out of the corner of her eye as Maria
reached up to wipe the saliva from the side of her neck and surreptitiously
sniff at her fingertips before giving them an experimental taste. Yes,
you’ll be much easier to be around
now.
"Sex is a weapon; it's like a drug." Wise lyrics from a generally silly song, they came to mind here. I told Laine when I first read this chapter that I shouldn't be surprised that she could present tactical seduction so well. Of course, at this point, I'm thinking of Ahrottle as the villain. Is that unfair? She's just working under the rules of her own species and culture... but at the same time, using them where they clearly don't apply. Even if the reader didn't know humans, Maria states outright "that's not how we do things." Overriding that clearly expressed restriction is pretty immoral. Or is it? Everybody getting along, being happy, that's good, right? People can follow rules to their own harm, even big rules. I think the key to why I dislike Ahrottl right now is that she's not thinking of Al and Maria's needs, just her own. Plus, psychoactive drugs. Dosing someone just for your own convenience is bad.
ReplyDeleteThat leads to my next concern: wouldn't the Hrotata toxin be a matter of public knowledge? You'd think that after a few years, most Collective members' response would be: "Don't touch me." At the least, changes in behavior might get suspicious, even before someone did a chemical analysis. My assumption, for this story, is either that the human characters (and their A.I.s) aren't knowledgeable enough to have heard about that xenobiological fun fact, or that the story occurs before the discovery goes public. The worse thought is that the Hrotata keep an aggressive lid on such things or spread disinformation like, "Oh, it's only a certain subrace that does that." I'm wondering now if this story will explain... maybe Mother Superior will come back in with the late warning: "I hope you didn't let her touch you." Oh, the stern disapproval.