Love on the Frontier

"To a woman!! You knew I was looking for a woman!"

He shrugged. "And that's what you got, a woman."

"She's not a woman."

"Legally, she is."

"This is not what I mean and you know it!"

"One, stop screaming or I'll disconnect. Two, she is a woman whether your bigoted mind wants to see it or not, and three, per the contract, we fulfilled our part of the bargain. We gave you access to the arranged marriage site, as promised, you did the rest. You found someone, you asked her to marry you, and you signed the final contract stating you understood and were happy with your match."

I wanted to reach through the screen and choke him, but he was right about one thing, Ky was legally a woman and for me to say otherwise was at the very least rude. And while I wasn't happy with the situation, I absolutely hated how much I was hurting him... her with my words.

"Fine, Ky's a woman, but she's still not the kind of woman I'm after."

"Not my problem." I began screaming again and he said, "You can yell all you want, but this is on you."

He smiled and I said, "Fine, then I want an annulment."

His face changed to fake apologetic as he sucked air through his teeth. "Unfortunately, per the marriage license you signed, you only had two months to request an annulment and that ran out yesterday."

"You mean the day you kept her?"

"Safety issues. Couldn't let her or any of the other brides go out to meet their new husbands in a potentially dangerous jumper, could I?"

"I saw the jumper, it looked perfectly fine."

"Today, it was, but yesterday it was making a funny clicking sound so I had it checked out. Thankfully, we were able to fix it. Turned out it was a loose seatbelt, but safety above all else, am I right? Don't worry, we put the ladies up in a hotel room for the night, on us."

"So, what am I suppose to do?"

"Well, you can get a divorce..."

"Fine, I'll do that."

"On your own credits of course."

I gritted my teeth and said, "Fine, I'll pay for it."

"Excellent, and of course you'll have to foot the bill for her stay with us until the next transport."

"The one she came in on isn't scheduled to leave until tomorrow, she can go back on that."

"Ooo, yeah, about that... I've recently been told that some of the island workers may have contracted Tyreesian flu and of course the company can't take the chance on it spreading to other worlds. So, anyone who's spent time on the islands would have to be quarantined for at least three days."

"He got here an hour ago."

"And may have been infected."

"I feel fine."

"You could be a carrier."

I seethed. "Let me guess, the three day quarantine requirement only became active today."

"You wouldn't want me to be responsible for a galactic pandemic, would you?" I growled and in the reflection, I saw Ky hide a smile. Her very cute smile. "So, she'll have to stay in town until the next transport, which isn't until for six months, then she'll get a ticket to wherever she wants to go, because this isn't her fault, and of course, all of this will be on your own credits. Or..."

I knew he wasn't going to give me a good 'or', especially when that fucked up grin returned, but I still had to ask. "Or what?"

"Or you can have a fantastic honeymoon with your new bride."

His bellowing laughter, along with several others, echoed off my living room walls as the screen faded to black. Fucking asshole, I thought, He'd been expecting my call and invited all his little minions in to listen to my explosion.

As I stewed, I looked into the dark reflection of the screen, my bride was sitting on my couch staring and waiting. "You get it, right?"

She was quiet an extra moment, and then said, "Not really. I'm still the same woman you were emailing with, nothing's changed."

Technically, that was true, and I honestly felt bad, but I also felt she had kept something from me. She hadn't deserved my rage, I could see that, and while I had tried to keep my temper in check, the whole situation tested my patience like no other. To be fair, she'd been a better sport about things than I had, especially after she went from a very welcomed guest, to an interrogation subject, and then finally to a witness.

When she arrived she had found me eagerly awaiting her arrival. She was just as eager because no sooner had the transport settled than she was out and running into my arms. The other ladies whooped and yelled as we made out like drunk teenagers. The transport operator dropped her bags on the landing pad and as they took off, we managed a half hearted wave.

We didn't even go inside, I just laid her down and ground my erection into her. She whimpered and moaned and then I felt it. It wasn't very big, but like me, it was very erect and pressing into my stomach. At first, I was confused and thought she had something in the pocket of her jumpsuit, but when I tried to move it, I found out it was her cock.

I'm ashamed to say that I didn't handle things as calmly as I normally did.

"What the fuck?!"

She was as confused as I was. "What... what's wrong?"

"You've got a dick!"

"Yeah, you knew that."

"No, I didn't."

"Yeah you did, it was on my profile."

"No, it wasn't."

For another half hour we argued about what I did and didn't know, but when she showed me I saw it clear as day, 'Partially transitioned Trans Woman'. That's when I called Creed and began my two hour rant and futile attempt to get another, more suitable, bride.

After Creed hung up, I tried to be reasonable and explain that I was straight, something I thought my application clearly stated, and that this whole situation was actually Creed's fault.

Ky was patient, and more understanding than I was being, and, honestly, it was hard to look at her for any length of time because... well, she was still fucking gorgeous. Suddenly, I realized why the Federated Union frowned upon contracts like the one I signed. Mostly because while they weren't strictly illegal, they weren't totally legit either. Don't get me wrong, the company's actual work was all above board, but the arranged marriage part of the contract lived in a world of grey. Officially, they couldn't really promise you a wife, even though they did, they just gave you access to the company 'matchmaking' site. It helped that the wording on the contract was both simple and very misleading.

It also helped that people like me, desperate for a job and lonely for a wife, committed ourselves to five years of servitude just for the hope at the chance to have a good life at both and were more likely to settle for what we could get. Like I said, once on you could look at the photos and read descriptions which, when I checked again, it was right there in black and white for all the universe to see. Irrationally, I sent an email to the site admin and, when they did get back to me, they said it was understood that either the descriptor would clue people in or I should have found out during the multiple conversations between Ky and me.

I'll be honest, the last thing I would've thought to ask was whether or not Ky had a penis between her legs. Never thought I had too. All the profiles I looked at were of women, for reasons I blamed on my upbringing, I thought that meant biological women. Hell, I was more concerned about whether or not she's want to live on a frontier world more than what gender she was born as.

I mean, some had wanted companions who lived in the more established colonies where the amenities were plentiful and the struggle was a thought exercise, but a few wanted men who lived on the frontier of civilization, and even fewer wanted someone who lived several hours away from nearest town. It was almost impossible to find any profiles that fit that set of obstacles, but then I found Ky.

She ticked a lot of my boxes so I sent her intro message. Nothing fancy, just a hello and an invitation to view my profile. She did and we began emailing. And as I thought about it, I realized, even when our talk turned 'dirty' we never got explicit, it was all implied, which I loved. For example, I told her I could wait to shower with her and clean all her nooks and crannies, but I never came out and said, 'Hey, I'm going to take my very male cock and put it in your very female pussy.' We were trying to be sexy not pornographic.

She wanted to be a housewife, wanted to take care of the home and her man while her husband worked, which I had never had before but enjoyed the thought of having someone cater to me. She said she enjoyed solitude or small groups, and found great pleasure in just reading books, watching movies, exploring, cooking, and more as long as she was with that special someone. She was like me, a loner, and just wanted to be with the one she loved. And probably the item I latched onto the hardest, she craved a physical relationship. I thought I'd hit the jackpot with her. Especially when I saw her age.

She was ten years younger than me and called me sexy and kept saying she couldn't wait to be ravaged. Again, the old L&D jumped into the driver's seat and hit the acceleration because I wanted to ravage her just as much as she wanted to be ravaged. Honestly, embarrassment was the biggest part of my rage.

She had thrown the hook and I bit, hard and proposed. She said yes, we got married, and I sent her traveling money. Actually, it was taken out of my account by the company, but I'd saved up so I wasn't surprised. Annoyed, yes, but not surprised.

It was why I ran through the gambit of emotions. Excitement, confusion, realization, and rage. All of that and more made sure I was on the comm unit pleading with Creed for a mistake I had made.

"I hate to tell you," Ky said softly, "but he's right." I repressed a shudder. Not because her voice disgusted me, it was just the opposite. Like her looks, her voice was soft and feminine and tickled the areas of my mind that had been neglected for far too long. "You'll either have to divorce me and send me home, or fall helpless in love, like you were doing in your emails."

She was smiling. A cute little that melted my insides while at the same time making the outside hard. I repressed that feeling too. "Look, I'm not a bad guy for liking what I like, and," I sighed, "I can't afford to divorce you."

"Good, because I believe in forever." She stood up and headed toward the kitchen. "I've been traveling for a while and the last of the food money ran out yesterday. You mind if I fix something?"

"I sent enough money for you to eat like a... queen, how'd you run out?"

She glanced back over her shoulder. "You may have sent plenty, but I didn't get plenty. I got enough for two meals a day, if I was lucky. And I wasn't lucky, not even yesterday when they held us. They said we could eat when we got home." I shook my head and realized where Creed was getting his kickback money from the marriages. I told her to feel free and then went downstairs to my bedroom.

I stayed down there for several hours staring blankly at a vid channel trying not to think. I had plenty of time not thinking because I hadn't had anything planned for the day. Nothing except getting to know my bride, but as that hadn't happened I stayed hidden, not coming out until I smelled dinner. The aroma was amazing, not something that had ever floated through my small one bedroom prefabricated home. I followed my nose and found Ky humming softly as she cooked.

She had changed from her jumpsuit into a body hugging pair of fluffy pants and a tight long sleeved shirt. Both were soft pink and flattered her slim, and very, feminine frame. Her long hair was up in a pony tail exposing her neck and I had the insane urge to hug her while kissing her exposed skin. She was just as I imagined my wife would look and I began wondering if what I had felt had been real. When she turned around, she jumped. I tried to smile, but it came out a bit flat.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." I waved my hand aimlessly.

She smiled. "You know, for a teddy bear, you sure do move quietly."

"It smells good."

"Thank you, it'll be ready in about five or ten minutes, if you want to wait." I thought about it for a few seconds and then took a seat. "Cooking has always been a passion of mine, one the company helped me improve."

"Sounds nice."

Ky smiled and shrugged, "Guess it made me more attractive to potential husbands. It was just one of the things they taught us."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," she said with a wink.

I couldn't help but smile. Another reason I liked her was her sense of humor and flirty banter. "You seem nice, but I'm still trying to figure out what to do and that's not on the list."

She returned to the stove and shrugged, "I understand, but just remember I traveled across the universe to be your personal fuck toy. I mean, you can bitch and moan all you want, but let's be honest, a well sucked cock is a well sucked cock no matter who does the sucking." suck your cock." She stared at me with her hazel green eyes and smiled. "I mean, not to be rude, but I'm not seeing a big line of biological women wanting the job."

I turned red and she chuckled. "I said it in my emails and I'll say it now, I'm a woman who craves physical affection. Now, whether that's being bent over something, or on my knees servicing you, or just sitting on the couch watching a movie all cuddled up, that's up to you, but," she gave me a stern look that brokered no dissent, "one or more of those things is happening, your choice." She stared at me until the food started to burn, and when she looked away, I adjusted myself from the thoughts I began having. I could've sworn I saw her smile.

After a few moments, she said, "Don't worry, I won't jump you in the middle of the night, no matter how bad we both want it." I snorted. She was a little taller than me, but she was lithe and I was burly. Even if she'd caught me dead asleep, I had very little fear that she'd be able to subdue me. She watched me think for a moment and then said, "Well, you can't blame a girl for trying, but we've got time, especially since I'm here for at least six months."

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, let's say you decide to say fuck it all and file for a divorce. Fine, that gets me out of your house, but not off the planet. As the fat greasy man said, the next transport off-world isn't for another six months. That's six months of paying my room and board and meals until I lifted off. So, unless you're independently wealthy, I figure I can either be here taking care of you, or I can be in town spending your money."

I snorted again. "Already sounding like a wife."

"I thought so too, so you might as well start treating me like one."

"But you're not."

She began putting food on the counter instead of the table and I understood why. The kitchen table had been plenty for me, and fit both of our dishes fine, but there was no way anything additional was going to be put on the small wooden surface. "Can you get out glasses and pour drinks, please?" I nodded and listened to her hum as I poured the sweet tea I had in the fridge. As we sat, she looked at me and said, "Technically, I am your wife."

I sighed as if she wasn't understanding my side. "And you're a ma--... I mean, you've got a penis."

The pan she was putting back on the stove came down a little hard and I saw her knuckles turn white as she gripped the handle. "Yes, I was born a man, and yes, I still have my penis, but in my heart I'm a woman. For almost half my life that's how I've lived and presented myself." She spun around and I started to duck, but all she did was glare at me. "I know I'm not what you wanted, but I'm what you got. And I'm not a bad person either, especially for someone who was so happy you contacted me."

She gathered her thoughts and said, "We live in a very understanding universe, or at least that's what the celebs keep saying, but do you know how hard it was to watch friend after friend be chosen over you? And then you contacted me. I swear reading your profile was like finding the missing part of me. Then we started actually talking and my heart soared, and you can't deny we have chemistry. I mean, we have so many things in common and we're looking for the same thing, love."

She licked her lips and took a sip of her wine, I could imagine her pretty little mouth was bone dry. As I watched, I couldn't help but be impressed by her composure. Especially when fear had to be coursing through her body. She didn't know me other than what she was told, and of course she got a first hand example of my temper.

"I knew you weren't seeking someone like me, and you have all the reasons in the universe to want me to leave, but I'm a romantic and I thought meeting you was kismet." I frowned confused. She turned red and tried to laugh. It came out broken and forced. "Maybe I was being naive, but I'm hoping you can see passed... this," she said gesturing to her crotch, "and be alright with me being what I want to be."

"And what do you want to be?"

"A wife, your wife." She sat down and reached for my hand but I moved away. She sighed, "I get it, I don't have all the 'right' equipment, but in my soul, I'm a woman. A damn good woman. I can cook, I can clean, I can make sure you never go to bed sad or lonely, and I'm good with technology. That's not a bad skill to have around."

"You're right, and if I was looking for a buddy, I'd give you a shot, but..." I stopped talking.

Not because I didn't have more to say, but because the more she talked the more I cared whether or not I hurt her feelings. As I said, I'm not a bad person, I care about people, and I could hear the hope in her voice, but the situation we were in, it wasn't what I wanted. She turned away as the tears fell.

"I understand," she said, his words struggling to be heard from the thickness in her voice.

I tried to think of something to say, anything to make her feel better. "Hey," I said reaching for her hand. My intentions were good, but my fingers fell short and we all know what the road to Hell is paved with. She noticed that I pulled back at the last second and her sobs got stronger. "Please, don't cry."

It took a moment, but she composed herself and turned back to the food. The atmosphere was silent and awkward as we ate. Neither of us said more than pass the salt, or my occasional grunt of enjoyment from the taste. The longer I sat the quicker I ate until I was damn near licking my plate clean.

A small smile played on her ruby-red lips. "Guess I don't have to ask if you like it."

I turned red and shrugged. "Sorry, it's been a while since I've had anything this good."

"Thank you. There's more if you want."

I looked toward the extras on the counter and started to stand, but she cut me off with a sharp, "No!" I looked at her, my eyes wide, "I mean, that's what I'm here for, right?"

"Look, you're--"

"Not a biological woman," she yelled over me, "yes, I know, but you're not even giving me a chance to do the things I can do. Fine, I might be leaving, but don't make me feel any more useless than I already do." As she took my plate and slammed more food onto it, she shook her head. "I know I'll never change your mind, but honestly, there is all of one thing that is different about me than a biological woman, and it's not even a big thing. I mean, seriously, what could a bio-woman give you that I can't?"

"Well, a..." I hesitated in saying it out loud. Not sure why, but for some reason, it was starting to sound silly in my head. So I glanced at her crotch.

"A pussy? Guess what, I've got two very acceptable entrances you can use anytime you want."

"A woman has three, and... well, bigger curves."

I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth and expected to get a plate thrown in my face, or a pan, or anything but what I got was her smiling, then laughing. "Fine, I don't have three holes for you to play with or deep luscious curves, but that can be fixed." I looked at her like she was crazy. "Come on, you've never wished for the perfect set of tits to play with? Of the perfect ass to... well, whatever. I mean, you could tell the doc exactly what you want and then they'd be yours every night of the year for the rest of your life. As for a pussy... trust me, I can do things with my two holes that most women can't do with three."