Dreaming of Tomorrow

What would it be like to feel their hands upon Mide’s chitinous skin?

 

The carrier frowned as they slipped into their room within the Hive, buried deep in the halls of level six. The mycelia beneath their hoof-like feet squished a little with each step, but the gentle give was familiar and reassuring for their troubled mind.

 

Husun and Yisu had been in rare form today, working together to fluster the usually oblivious Mide. Only in recent weeks had Mide even begun to believe that their intents were affection-based, and now…well. Mide craved their attention more than ever.

 

“How in the world do I broach this topic with them?” The Vesperro wondered aloud as they flopped upon their leather-and-fur draped bed, cuddling into one of their favorite plush toys: an artist’s rendition of a long-since extinct creature in Dromenytem, the honeybee. It was an incredibly soft thing, made in a faraway land outside the snowy expanse Mide had always lived in, but…they couldn’t help but imagine it was Yisu’s long, luxuriant hair that they were pressing their face into.

 

In their mind’s eye, Yisu was laying beside them, singing softly in a language from far away. Their hands traced the curved of Mide’s body as their mouth drew ever closer to the carrier’s. Yisu’s kissed the break in Mide’s jaw, following the marking up to press their lips gently against the pink Vesperro’s mouth.

 

No longer fully aware that this was just a fantasy of theirs, Mide moaned aloud — believing all the while that they were moaning into Yisu’s mouth. Their hand trailed lower, the fantasy Yisu mimicking the motion until fingertips brushed against the most sensitive parts of Mide’s body. Mide moaned again, a little louder this time, causing them to shyly bite down on their lips to muffle the sound.

 

Husun joined the fantasy next, sliding into bed on the opposite side of Mide. The darker colored seeder pressed themself closely against Mide’s backside, their hips grinding together in a moment that felt like pure ecstasy.

 

Mide’s fingers had found their way between their lower lips. Their hand fully extended to swipe their fingers against their innermost heat while their thumb ran gentle circles around their own clit. It was easy to imagine it was Yisu’s hand. It was easy to imagine it was Yisu who found Mide to be soaked and wanting already.

 

The two tendrils lining their slit grasped at Mide’s hand: one wrapped itself completely around the carrier’s probing thumb. In their mind, Husun was rocking their hips against Mide’s ass, their dick fully extended to stroke not just their rear, but also a portion of their heat. The reality of Mide’s hands or the needs of the mating ritual didn’t matter nearly as much as the image in their head.

 

Mide’s middle finger slipped inside their foremost hole, making them moan again at the loudest volume yet. There was no muffling it this time, there was only the sheer pleasure of the moment. With each stroke of their finger, Mide managed to reach deeper and deeper inside themselves, until the feeling was too much to bear. The carrier buried their face in their beloved plush toy as they came, juices coating their hand while they rode the waves of a much-needed orgasm.

 

The pink-haired Vesperro panted as the vision of their crushes faded, closing their eyes as new dreams overtook the waking ones. One day, Mide hoped, the three would be together in reality.