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Nebula Wine

By Kandrel

The Drunkard wandered across the sky like spilled wine. From outside the nebula it looked like half a second after a popped cork, bright gaseous clouds reflecting the light of the Nyssian star cluster in broad splashes and bright droplets that were light years in breadth and width. On Myli--our home, we would raise a glass to the Drunkard in early spring and toast the coming bright summer.

From within, the nebula was almost invisible. Only a trained eye, like mine,could see the dips and flows of distant clouds. If Myli had been inside the nebula, we would never have known it was a nebula at all. But within the Drunkard was the only place we could harvest Nebula Wine.

Oh, the superlatives that've been given to Nebula Wine through the centuries. Wonderful. Sublime. Life-changing. Better than chocolate. Better than sex. Better than breathing. I could wonder as to the sanity of some of those imbibers, but I couldn't deny one thing: it was damn good wine. And better than that, it was a damn good paycheck.

Only myri like me were allowed into the Drunkard to collect it in the first place. Not that there were ships guarding the borders--though there were those too. Instead, it was a closely guarded secret. It required a specific preparation, fifty or more years before harvesting, to create the right conditions. Then, it required someone who knew where in the three-dee cubic light-years to find those seeded clouds. And then, even once they're harvested, there are Myri secrets that even I don't know that convert the raw nebula alcohol into the sweet wine.

No more than a kilometer away from me was Sisha, my eighth sister. She glowed bright as she swam between alcohol clouds, choosing only the ripest to harvest. In the distance I saw Kira and Lim, mother and nephew, respectively, as darting blurs of light. Our suits fluoresced where dust-sized motes of the alcohol splashed, in a beautiful and constant display of presence as we frolicked in the vastness of space.

I felt a body impact mine. Fara, my sibling, contorted around me playfully as they stole a particularly ripe nodule we'd drifted towards from under my siphon. The minx! They dipped their helm towards mine and bonked transparent enviro-steel against mine. One pair of their six limbs clasped around my torso and their thick tail curled. Heavily shielded gloves rubbed over my space suit, causing ripples of light where digits fell. A tease and a promise all at once. I extended my hind pair of limbs towards them, and they met them with their own. We pushed away from each other, though our tails twined as we departed for the last few moments of personal contact.

Harvesting was a responsibility we took seriously. Just as seriously as we took the responsibility of family, and of social bonding, and of mutual care. And if we could do all of the above simultaneously, so much the better for all of us. At the end of the day, we would have a harvest. It would be enough. It was always enough. There was always time to play.

<Hara, stop bullying your sister.> Over our coms, I heard Lexi admonishing our youngest harvesters. Two bright shapes flashed in the distance, chasing each other in broad spirals. By the color of green-green-blue-green, I identified the one being chased as Hara. Following him was Seer (red-pink-pink-teal). She was a first-year to the harvest, only a few years out of the finishing of her training and past her first heat-training.

She was a second-sister to me, though she shared neither mother nor father with me. Instead, she was related through Lexi, my third-gender parent that paired my mother and father for my whelping. Lexi was the head of our family. They had paired all the mothers and fathers here, and through them we'd all become family.

At the family founder's gentle rebuke, my brother vented his thrusters and slowed so his sister could catch him. The two collided, their combined momentum carrying them across my vision. They contorted against each other, and I caught the impression of two bodies twined in an embrace. Somewhere in there, a siphoned node was transferred from one to the other. Not that any was measuring one harvester against the other. It didn't matter. At the end of the day, it would be enough. It was always enough as long as we cared for each other. But Seer was new, and she had pride. It made her a target for a troublemaker like Hara. She'd grow out of it as she found more pleasure in the harvesting than just quantity of alcohol siphoned by the end of the day.

A soft tone in my ear informed me that we had only one hour before the nearby sun crested through the dust cloud we sat in the shadow of. While the alcohol could clearly survive direct sunlight, our suits weren't designed to block the solar wind. It likely wouldn't be a problem unless we spent days in the high-radiation glare of the direct sunlight at this distance, but why risk it? We had enough. And by the way the family was acting, it was time to play.

Our trip back to the ship--and airlock was interrupted by fifteen minutes of keep-away and chase the venting air-tank when Laira vented her second spare for fun. It spun wildly and rocketed away, finally deciding to follow a tight arc that was pure joy to chase. As we converged, my siblings and parents' bodies crowded in next to mine as we flew--as we swam through space. Even though they had no effect without an atmosphere, rudder tails slapped together through our suits as we angled to change momentum in rapt attention of the chase. And the catch. When the pod had vented three quarters of its load, we had finally accelerated to match and overtake its speed. We passed it between us, in the strange boundary between greedy jealousy and loving care. I want it. It's mine. I've got it, and as long as I can hold it for a few seconds, I'm content, and you can have it now.

The thirty-minute tone chimed louder than the previous one, and almost as one we oriented ourselves towards our ship. We were all back inside (and counted) by the time the fifteen-minute tone sounded, and Lexi palmed the all-clear. I was barely out of my suit-top before webbed hands were on me. Someone chittered a complaint. Someone else was laughing, and I heard someone drop their helmet. It's a good thing our equipment was designed for rough play.

Hara was de-suiting next to me. His four upper arms peeled the suit bottoms down, and his tail went up. What kind of brother would I be if I didn't stick my nose beneath it while he was distracted? He jumped, leaving the suit behind. He tackled me on all six and nipped at my neck. I used his flailing paws to help me remove the rest of my suit. By the time I had finished pulling my suit off, he'd lost interest in revenge and instead followed three of my other brothers in bothering Seer.

Two of them were pestering her neck, while the third was noisily licking between her lower hinds. She let out a complaint, and in a show of sisterly solidarity, Sisha and Nym chased the boys off. It was normal. It was accepted. It was playful and serious at once, or at least it was seriously playful. Someone was playing with my tail, but I ignored it because Fara pushed their way up against my side and kissed my neck.

Would it have gone further, there in the airlock, if Lexi hadn't chirped out <Dinner>? Maybe. It had before. I was feeling the urge, and clearly a few of the other boys were, too, but there was also food. It'd been a long day of harvesting--almost three hours out in the void--and my belly was rumbling.

Dinner was baked twinfin. It was light and flaky, heady with the taste of fish with a garnish of pepperweed. I took a platter and a sizeable portion, which was quickly reappropriated to another of my brothers' platters, so I grabbed another. In small groups, we found places to recline and pick at the food. We chattered, mostly meaninglessly about nothing very much, as our bellies settled and the lethargy of the evening overtook us. Filtered sunlight simulating dusk-light was slowly dimmed to early evening. My mother and father, Seer, and two of my other brothers had already retired to the sleeping den, but I was busy nattering with Nym and Hara about... What were we talking about? A show? A game? I don't remember. It didn't matter. We talked because it comforted us to hear each others' voices.

We lay in the dining den, with long, soft mats on every floor space. Our platters had been collected by tiny robots, and the room was only sparsely populated by the remains of the family that hadn't yet heard the call to sleep. Nym was still talking, but as her voice chirped on, she rolled to her side. Among us Myri, body language and scent spoke louder than any words, her body was communicating an entirely different conversation to us. This time, there was no complaint when Hara stopped his own chatter and instead rolled close so he could fit his snout between Nym's lower hind legs. The two of us kept chatting, but it was only continuing comforting nothings as the wet sound of Hara's tonguing filled our part of the den.

A tail slapped my legs. My brother pushed his backside towards me, so I did what came naturally. My middle pair of legs grasped his hips, and his tail lifted up to my chest. I felt his testes brush against mine as I slid myself against his pelt. He and I had tussled many times before, so he knew just the right angle to tilt his hips to welcome me in. In a moment of pure bliss, I felt a soft ring push my sheath back an inch, clench around my tip, then slide down until he'd taken me deep.

Our sister Nym wasn't waiting for some predetermined cue to take her own pleasure. Her chirping conversation stuttered only a little as she came wetly around Hara's snout. He gave only a soft muttered complaint as her upper limbs grabbed his ears and pulled him deep, until I could see the lips of her sex spread around his nose. Her hips humped against the stimulation, and musky liquid that was clearly communicating her appreciation was dribbling down my brother's face.

It was also filling my nose, and her scent was intoxicating. Unless it was for a ritual or for pair-bonded love-making, a myri rarely waits to finish. I was busy scrabbling at Hara's hips to pull him flush when someone else slid up against my side.

<You can continue in the sleeping den, and then you might be able to get some sleep.> Lexi whispered into my ear. They were my elder by double and more, but except for thicker thighs and a knowing gaze that was filled with experience, they looked as young as my siblings and I. I'd already started to squirt into my brother's offered tail end when Lexi reached down between us, so they could hold my shaft against Hara's ring while I twitched and throbbed.

I wondered if it was a third-gender thing. As the conduit between male and female, it was their responsibility to see the family content, bonding with each other, and growing. They weren't nearly as common as male or female, but I'd grown up with one for a sibling too. Fara loved to hold me, and the rest of my siblings, as we came, just so they could feel the muscles twitch and the fluids churn. It was something they and Lexi seemed to share.

On a purely biological level, it was their job to receive from the male, purify, then pass on to the appropriate female. Fara had explained this to me while we were playing. I'd asked that, if I'd cum in them, would they then get one of my sisters with a litter? They'd laughed. <No. I mean, not yet. Anyway, that's Lexi's job while I'm learning. I'm just supposed to receive and learn to choose which to pass on.>

They'd been riding me at the time, so I came in them. Fara had giggled and reached down to hold my cock while I squirted in them. I felt a finger pushing against my sheath, just below so they could feel each pulse before it shot inside. I asked if they were practicing on me. Then they'd crawled up and sat on my face. They rubbed themself off until they squirted on my belly.

When I could breathe again, the rubbed their fingers in the mess they'd made and told me, <That's your cum. But... I fixed it up right. It's part me, too. There's my practice for the day. You can tell Lexi you did your chores.>

Maybe it was something about they way they worked. Lexi wasn't mystical about it. If I asked, they answered. But they'd never been forthcoming about it, either. They answered my questions and no more. I guess there were some secrets they preferred to keep.

Our ship wasn't very big. Enough room for all twenty of us, just barely. Technically, we all had separate berths, though they were only barely large enough to lay down in. Those were for isolation, in case we needed space and didn't want to be near people. They rarely saw use. Instead, our nights were mostly spent in the sleeping den. Cushions, pillows, low lights, and half gravity. In the middle, it dished inward like a nest, so those of us on the edges were cuddled back in towards the middle without being pushed out. It was already a mess, limbs, tails, and heads sticking out from a complicated knot of long, twisty bodies. Everything was overly warm--which for a myri was a biological cue to snuggle in and laze.

Already, someone was snoring. When I reached down, hands reached up to pull me in. Bodies made way and I found myself half-buried. A head poked free of the pile next to me, pulling in breath and batting eyelids languidly at me. Kira, my mother, snaked her muzzle forward to give me a whiskery kiss. A hand stroked my belly. Someone sniffed my crotch. They must have smelled Hara on me. A soft tongue licked my sheath clean. I shuffled my body around to make room for me to get comfortable, and I reached out. I felt bodies beneath all six of my paws. A tail here. A muzzle pushed into my palm there. Someone nipped my finger when I poked something sensitive, and I pulled that hand back to give them room.

My middle left paw felt something wet, hidden in the pile. A soft slit rubbed against my fingers. Someone else's rigid night-erection grazed against my knuckles, then slid into the slit next to my digits. I let the slumbering bodies of my family take my weight as my wayward hand was trapped between two anonymous bellies pushed to each other. I let my fingers relax, just feeling the sensation of the slow hump as I let my mind wander. I guess it wasn't so strange to want to feel this. It definitely encouraged me to seek one more release for the night. The muzzle that was cleaning me earlier acquiesced. For a moment I tried to guess who it was. Maybe Lala? No, that was her snoring. I'd recognize it anywhere. Was it my dad? Maybe. I thought I might recognize the way his tongue pushed against the bottom of my shaft as the muzzle swallowed around me.

But that was all supposition, and it was all meaningless in the sleeping den. Someone needed help getting to sleep, and a muzzle was free. The family would provide. My fingers told me that whoever was humping around my hand was coming. A little of it dripped out of the slit and wet the webbing between my fingers. I pulled the hand back to my mouth to clean it off, and meanwhile, I pushed my crotch against the lovely mouth servicing me and squirted. I twitched, and my mother kissed me again. Then she lay her head on my shoulder. Afterglow claimed me, and I was asleep before I even felt the mouth around me move.

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When I awoke in the early drifts of morning, I quickly became aware of a few things. First, the pile had shifted, and I was now halfway down with someone's legs spread over my face. Since they were so close for me to smell, I could tell it was my sister, Sisha. I could tell she was asleep, because if she was awake she'd probably have been pushing at my mouth, rather than just resting like this.

Second, sleeping like this--and by extension waking like this--had not left me completely unaffected. While the whole room smelled vaguely of sex most of the time, it wasn't every morning that you were woken by being smothered by some girl on your face. It was so early in the morning that had I not been in a compromising position, I would have probably just moved to get a breath of fresh air and gone back to sleep. Sisha's slit grinding on my nose, though, had given me raging morning wood.

Third, that morning wood was already deep inside someone else.

I'm not sure they were awake yet. There was no humping or grinding. It wouldn't have been the first time I'd woken up inside someone who was still asleep. Erections in the night were natural, and with the way all our bodies were pushed together, sometimes that sleepy boner had nowhere else to go.

I breathed in my sister's scent. I twitched in another of my sisters' depths. I heard a sleepy mumble from somewhere else in the pile. Hips lifted and I felt the cool kiss of air around the bottom half of my shaft before whoever was riding me slapped back into place. Had that awaken them? No, it didn't feel like it. It wasn't humping--just a dream augmented by slick reality. Whoever it was shivered in their sleep, and I felt them flutter around me. Oh. Apparently it had been a really good dream. Slick liquids dribbled down my sheath and dried in the fur of my lower hind legs.

That felt good enough for me that I didn't feel I needed to move. Just hold onto the sensation of my sister coming around me. I breathed in deep, and I could smell sex--even though it technically wasn't the right person's. In the sticky fog of sleepy-brain, it wouldn't take much more for me. I didn't have to move before I felt my self starting to throb. In just moments, I'd hit the top and--

Someone's fingers reached between us. They encircled my shaft and felt me. I wasn't coming yet, though I was close. That had to be Lexi. Or Fara. A pair of hands separated us entirely, and my twitching shaft sprang free into the air. I gave a soft complaint, but whoever was down there was just rearranging. I felt a soft-furred body slide against my legs, then someone else's crotch met mine. My tip dragged against someone else's unsheathed length, but then sheath and sac dragged past me, followed by the almost liquid sensation of slipping back into a slit. It missed the tight muscles of a rump, so it must have been Fara or Lexi. Only they were gifted with both.

I reached a middle hand down to feel them, and for a moment my paw met theirs. Fingers intertwined as far as they could while interdigial webbing rubbed against each others. Then they took my hand and placed it on their shaft. I started to stroke, but I was interrupted when another body sank over it. I felt them slide into the very same sleeping sister where I'd been hilted just moments ago.

Oh. Oh, I'd never felt this particular magic before. This is what the third-genders were for. Whoever it was, Fara or Lexi, was acting as the thin layer between my sister and me. When I pushed upwards to hilt, I felt them do the same. They felt subtly different than the slit I'd been in just moments ago. Tighter, and softly constricting around my tip to make sure they could absorb every drip. Fara and I had humped, sure. So had I with Lexi. But they'd never taken me while inside another. There was an extra warmth. An extra urgency as they rode me. This wasn't just a normal playful hump. This is how it worked when mating. This is how the third-genders acted when breeding.

Apparently my involuntary moan woke someone up, because Sisha pushed her crotch against my face. I opened my mouth, and it was immediately filled with the taste of her as her slit closed in around either side of my muzzle. I licked, and somewhere further into the pile I heard her trill in appreciation. She didn't know what was happening. Of course she didn't. How could she? It was just the normal nightly pile, and these types of casual humps just happened through the night. It was natural. If she only knew it wasn't a hump--that I was breeding...

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Hips rolled, and I knew I couldn't last. I'd been close before, but there was more filling my head than just the sensation of slick flesh around me. Was this just practice, too? Maybe this wasn't breeding after all. It could just be a hump, and they'd wanted the additional attention while they rode me. Hell, maybe I had felt it before, but I hadn't known they were in someone at the same time, then. But as much as my logical mind told me maybe it was just casual family bonding, another part of my brain--the instinctual, feral part of my brain--told me to breed. Hump them. Fill them. Fuck them full of my seed, and let it flow through the third-gender into my sister.

I was helpless beneath them, whoever they were. Their fingers danced around the base of my shaft as I throbbed and shot up into them. My hand was still caught between the second part of our coupling, and just as I was throbbing, so were they into my sister. It was as if my ejaculation was passing directly through their body and into her. My body arched and hips shivered with the force of my peak. I wanted to keep coming forever. I wanted to empty myself into them, so they'd do the same into her.

Apparently I wasn't providing enough stimulation for Sisha, because her middle pair of limbs grasped my head and ground my snout into her slit. I struggled to breathe as she took her own pleasure, instead using the thin fur over the bridge of my muzzle to bring herself off over my face. When I could finally drag in air, she let my wet and stained face turn to the side. She chirped her thanks, then settled to go back to sleep.

I couldn't. Had I just bred my sister? It wasn't just me, of course. It was the right--and responsibility--of the third-genders to decide when and how. Had I just been chosen?

They pulled up off my shaft, though their fingers still stroked me. I was still hard as I'd ever been. Their hand helped me explore the dripping slit where they'd been breeding while they pulled free. It felt sticky and used. The action must have woken up my sister, because she was pressing herself against my hand and fluttering her sex around my fingers. Did she know she'd been bred, or did she think it was just casual familial bonding during the night?

The hand squeezed one of mine, then disappeared. And then they were gone. Whether it was Lexi or Fara I'd never be able to tell at this point. With the fantasy of breeding fresh in my mind, they returned me to the comfort of the sleeping pile.

How many more times did I come that morning? I felt fur against me, so my lower limbs grasped and found somewhere to push me. A rump, a slit, or a muzzle. I think I remember having all three at some point, but nothing was defeating the image in my head of the act of breeding having been shared with me. When morning properly broke and the pile started to disengage, I was sore but still twitchingly hard.

I sought a shower. Others were already playing in the communal bathing area, but they seemed to sense that I needed a moment alone as I stood on my two pairs of hind legs and used my upper limbs to brush through my fur.

<Good morning, dear brother.> Someone slid on top of me. I felt mid and hind limbs clasp my torso and hips as they dragged themselves into position.

The urge to rebuff them--to tell them not right now--was strong. Then their muzzle kissed the back of my ears, and I felt who it was. Fara. They were hard beneath my tail, and one of their middle hands reached around me to stroke me. <Someone is worked up this morning. Wonder why that could be?>

<Was it you?> I asked. Either they knew what I meant, or they wouldn't. That was answer enough.

<Was what me, dear brother?> I heard them chirp a soft laugh. Teeth bit my ear. I spread my lower hind legs for them, and they accepted the offer. They slid up into me, and just like I was, they were throbbingly hard.

I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations. It was them, It had to have been them. <You know what. Did you do it?>

<Did I do what?> They laughed again, but I felt them twitch. I felt them throb and thrust. I was sore and spent in their hand, but still I felt the tingle of arousal. They lowered their mouth to my ear and whispered to me. So quiet that even with our good ears, only I could hear them. <Do you mean, did I breed?>

It was them. They knew. They squeezed my shaft, and I felt them shudder inside me. This was turning them on just as much as it was me. Oh fuck. They were getting off on this too.

<What's really going to make you wonder is whose cum am I going to shoot into you, now?> And they did. I felt them squirming against my back as their shaft throbbed inside me. Twitch-twitch-squirt. It felt hot and silky as they came.

<Is it yours? Was earlier just practice, and was I saving this just to tease you, brother?> They breathed into my ear. Was that shame I felt? That was hot, too. I squirmed for them. Gushes of my own orgasm started to squirt onto the tiled floor beneath us, disappearing down the drain with the shower water. <Or is that someone else--one of your brothers--that I gathered after I filled your sister? After I bred your sister? Is that what you want? It feels like you do.>

They teased me as I shuddered beneath them. Fingers danced over my length as I spurted and dribbled to their words. <Oh, you do, brother. I can feel you throb every time I say it. Breed. Breed. I love how you feel when I say it.> Their hips moved. They were still hard, too, slowly fucking the load they'd already coated my inner walls with.

<It'll just be our secret, mm?> They bit my ear again. I think they were coming inside me again. Or maybe they'd never stopped. I felt a hot rush inside, and their throbbing seemed more pronounced. <Or maybe it'll be just my secret. I think that's best. You don't even know which of your sisters it was, and there's no reason for me to tell you. Nor, I think, should I tell you whether it was real, or whether I'm just teasing. Do you like that?>

I reached back for their head and turned my head to the side so I could kiss them. Whiskery lips brushed mine and rigid shaft twitched in my tail end. <I thought so. Well, then you're welcome to keep guessing.>

Slowly, they slid off of me. I felt their cum dribbling from my hole as I clenched to trap it inside. Or was it my own cum, fed back to me? A few of my other siblings, freshly woken from the pile, bounded in and pressed to my sides, stealing some of the hot water that was cascading down around me. I rested against the wall, spent and satisfied as Fara dried themselves and disappeared from the chamber. Beside me, Hara pinned Seer to the shower floor and let her feel his own morning wood. She complained while she spread her legs for him and pushed back to feel more.

Was it her? Or had it been Nym, who was currently nosing beneath my tail to smell whose seed was dripping from me already this morning. I smiled. A secret, even from me. I rolled onto my back. A clear invitation to play. Another brother took my invitation and added his own morning excitement to what Fara had left behind, while Nym used her front forelimbs to help me rub fur conditioner into my pelt. It was all a guess. Of course it wasn't real. Fara might get into trouble if they bred without permission from the family.

But "mistakes" happened. What if it had been real. What if?

What did it matter? My siblings were playing with me again, and I felt refreshed from the shower. The little secret tingled at the back of my head, heady and kinky and wrong and hot. We'd romp, and play, and eat, and do a little work. Another day had dawned, and today we'd harvest again. It would be enough, it always was, so there was always time to play.