Melinoe Ch. 01-05

Agatha's Steel-grey gilded in silver eyes went wide, she looked into Max's soft brown eyes, "Please Max, please don't say that. I need you to trust me." "I don't know as much as you think I do! I rely on your wisdom and experience and most of all..." Agatha stopped and leaned closer to Max.

"Most of all: I love you."

Max sat stock still, "Ag's you've known me for two days."

"Okay, I will accept your wisdom and experience on knowing when you love someone," Agatha sat back and with another smirk added, "After all, in a manner of speaking, I was born yesterday."

Agatha quickly held up a single finger for Max to hold her thought, then stood up and walked out of the galley. Returning just moments later with the empty bowl from her other self, she gathered up the dirty dishes and took them to the kitchen, washed them, dried them, and put them away.

Max looked at the Alien girl in a new light as she worked, she was very new at all of this and completely trusted Max to guide her.

Max nodded to herself in concession that Agatha deserved some trust in return.

Agatha pulled down a large, insulated, spill-proof mug and, after she examined it, she filled it with coffee, some sweetener, sipped it, and nodded.

Max stood seeing Agatha motioned to her to follow as she began walking ahead of her and out of the galley. Handing her seated self the coffee, Agatha went into the bathroom. Max followed, glancing at Agatha sitting at the comdesk with the mug of coffee who glanced back with a mischievous grin.

Max and Agatha stripped down and stood under the hot shower. The smaller woman started washing Max's body and Max happily returned the favor.

Max noticed that Agatha's breasts were fuller; larger than they were earlier that day.

They rinsed off the suds and toweled each other dry. Max and Agatha walked out to the cabin and climbed onto the long, soft bed of the captain's cabin.

Max stretched out, but Agatha didn't cuddle up with her. Instead, Agatha knelt on the bed next to her.

"Roll over on your tummy, please," Agatha asked very nicely.

Max gave Agatha a questioning look but complied with her polite request.

Agatha started softly chopping Max's broad muscled back with the edges of her small hands,

"Oh!" Max exclaimed.

Agatha's chopping traveled down the long torso of her back moving back and forth and spanning Max's whole body. She continued across her buttocks and down the back of her thighs then made her way back up to where she had started.

When Agatha repeated the exercise a little harder, Max moaned in response.

Agatha then straddled Max's thighs and, looking down towards her feet, she pulled up Max's lower left leg. Gripping her long narrow feet in her hands, she drove her fingers over the tendons and muscles.

Max was in heaven; the small thumbs were like twin beacons of pleasure. Agatha switched to the other foot and did the same. Followed by working out stress and tension in Max's calves.

She straddled a little higher on Max's hips as her thighs were next. Max just moaned in pure delight.

Agatha then tackled Max's tight ass cheeks, working fingers through her flesh. Max could feel Agatha's damp sex on the small of her back and enjoyed the warmth of her sex against her skin.

Agatha might have lingered on those buttocks to grind her vulva into her spine, but it could've been just Max's imagination.

Max didn't mind.

Not at all.

Changing direction after so many delightful minutes, Agatha mounted that well worked ass facing up the bed surveying Max's well-defined torso.

Those delightful hands now started at the edges of Max's pelvis, working in and up, coating her hands with the fluid she left behind. Agatha pushed deeply into Max's muscles.

Max gasped with pleasure on the edge of pain; the small hands pushing muscle groups along her spine. Agatha could feel the vertebrae readjusting under her thumbs.

Agatha began moving her hands from the center out to Max's flanks. Kneading out in strips, inch by inch. Max couldn't believe what she was feeling. It was so delightful.

Agatha slid down again to the small of Max's back while gripping the trapezius and pulling herself forward. Max knew at that point that Agatha was just enjoying herself. With fingers holding her shoulders, her thumbs began easing up Max's neck. Max let out a slow moan.

Agatha began kneading those shoulders and Max actually shivered. She then massaged Max's long arms ending in pushing thumbs into her palms.

Agatha dismounted and kneeled next to the larger prone woman, "Max... would you please let me take you back into the bathroom, you need another hot rinse before you fall asleep."

Max muttered something incomprehensible, but she did slowly lever herself into a partial sitting position after a herculean effort.

Agatha led her once again into the bathroom, turning on the hot water and soaped Max up as well as herself.

A few minutes later Max found herself being toweled dry, being led into the bedroom, and being gently laid down and cuddled up next to.

In less than a minute Max was unconscious.

With earwigs in, Agatha sipped some coffee as she stayed on watch at the comdesk.

She switched from massage techniques to intermediate starship piloting and basic starship navigation.

Max Intel: Melinoe

Chapter 4 - Home

Max opened her eyes: for a moment she didn't know where she was and felt very disoriented. Her first thought was she was home, with Joon asleep next to her. But that didn't feel right: then it all came flooding back.

Max looked over at the exotic beauty sleeping beside her cuddled up into her side. Smooth alabaster skin, a generous black lipped mouth, and delicately pointed ears greeted her along with a set of eyelids with black outlines that slowly faded into smokey shadows.

Agatha turned around in her chair and smiled at Max as her other self opened her eyes and smiled a crooked grin.

"Good morning, Max." Agatha sitting at the coms desk greeted.

The Agatha next to Max stretched, closing her eyes again, made a purrmeow noise. Max watched her stretch, admiring her lithe form; noting how much healthier she looked.

"How did you sleep?" asked Max, to the Agatha laying next to her.

"It's different than both of me sleeping at the same time," Agatha murmured working around a yawn, "It's similar to having just one body."

Max yawned also in response, then asked. "How is it different?"

"Now that I am all awake, I feel like there's more room to work with." Agatha looked at her other body now facing the holo and monitoring the ships progress, "I feel more expansive, I guess. It isn't unpleasent or anything; while this body was recharging it is like it shut down in my mind but my mind was still awake." Agatha explained.

Max nodded, getting up out of the bed. "Do you think it's okay to have you staggering your sleep like that?"

Agatha thought about that, "I don't know, Max."

Heading into the bathroom both Max and Agatha continued their conversation while taking turns using the toilet and having a wash at the sink.

"I just don't want you doing anything that would hurt you," Max voiced her concern.

After Agatha's turn on the toilet she flushed; she washed up and she accompanied Max as they both stepped back into the bedroom of the cabin.

"How tired is this Agatha?" Max asked while kissing the seated girl on the forehead.

"Not too bad," she responded, "I imagine I could be okay for another six hours without difficulty."

Max smiled, "Are you up for a workout?"

Both Agathas nodded, then as the seated girl stood she said, "It may reduce my energy for this body, but it's worth it, I really enjoy workouts with you."

"Will the ship be okay while we work out?" Max looked concerned, not being familiar with starship handling and piloting."

Both Agathas smiled then one spoke, "I did a thorough review of ship handling and navigation and the charts are very well documented this close to the core." Agatha laid her hand on her twins shoulder and leaned against her, "We were probably quite safe if we all slept at the same time, but I realized you didn't know that and would have been uncomfortable with it."

Max stared at the floor, looking chagrined. "I'm a marine, I've never done this before."

"It's okay Max, I've never done this before either." one of the Agathas replied with a smirk as both Agathas and Max started off to the cargo hold.

It took Max a moment to realize Agatha was poking fun and she lidded her eyes and smiled in an uh huh body language. Along the way Max asked, "What was the vehicle you used like when you were captured?"

The three of them entered the cargo hold as one Agatha answered. "That was something my parents made."

Max blinked in shock, "Your parents?"

"Yes Max." Both Agathas giggled, "I didn't just appear spontaneously out of nothing."

Max stood dumbfounded, "Where are they, who are they?"

Both Agathas tilted her heads, then one of them spoke, "I really don't know them Max: they came together and made me and thousands of my siblings and sent us off out into the universe to find our way."

"Oh..." Max stood there as she slowly digested the implications of Agatha's origins.

Agatha waited patiently for Max, smiling sweetly.

"You're not even close to human, are you?" Max asked with her crooked grin.

"I wasn't until I looked in on your dreams, Max." the left Agatha responded.

The right Agatha concluded, "You helped me shape myself, helped me adapt to your reality."

She nodded, re-absorbing those facts, the depth of meaning there now more apparent.

Max straitened, stretched a moment, then began the slow elegant kata she used in the mornings: both Agathas followed her precise movements with an unerring precision of their own.

Completing the kata, Max bowed.

Max then did several strikes into air, followed by a snap kick.

A moment later Agatha mimicked in minute detail as they repeated the actions; in unison.

"The kata focuses your control and balance." Max instructed.

Max leaped into a spinning hook kick followed by three strikes and finishing with a scissor kick, landing gracefully still in balance ready for another strike.

A moment later Agatha accurately and simultaneously emulated the strikes and kicks.

Max watched them, "If you hold that kind of form, you are going to be devastating if you are ever in a situation where you need to defend yourself."

Agatha smiled at the praise

"Howard, is my sensei." Max declared, "He is a ninth dan of this art, a master. I think you should meet him," Max smiled, "He would really enjoy witnessing an exhibition with such precision and symmetry."

Agatha then bowed to Max in unison. Max bowed in response.

Max dropped and began a calisthenics routine and Agatha joined in immediately. About fifteen minutes later Max was covered in a sheen of sweat but, being in as good shape as she was, her breathing was still measured. After putting everyone through a cool down phase in their activities, she waved her crew towards the shower.

The hot water felt good for all the occupants of the shower and, after a brief moment to savor the water, they took turns soaping each other up and rinsing off; toweling each other dry and then dressing in the cabin.

One Agatha took a couple minutes to check everything at the coms desk then nodded her approval to Max.

The three then finished up the last of the mac and cheese, while Max contemplated what else she could make for the crew.

"Max?" asked Agatha, "Would it be okay if I made something for our next meal?"

Max nodded encouragingly, glad to have the out and said, "Absolutely Ags!"

The other Agatha then had a totally uncontrolled yawn so Max took her to the bedroom and tucked her into bed while the first was washing dishes.

As one Agatha was cuddling into the duvet, the other Agatha leaned in the doorway watching Max kiss her other self on the forehead.

She was holding a data pad she got from the engineering bay in one hand as she stepped up to the coms desk and tapped out a long series of commands then tapped out a shorter series on the data pad.

While Agatha was finishing, Max stood up and joined her next to the coms desk giving her a inquisitive look.

Agatha smiled at Max, leading her out of the cabin as they both slowly walked to the bridge. "Whats that Ags?" Max peered at her.

Agatha tapped the data pad and a holo screen projected out from the sensor display.

"How did you do that?" Max's eyes grew wide in wonder.

Walking onto the bridge Agatha explained, "While we were sleeping, I learned how to mirror the sensor station from the coms desk to this data pad."

"So we did all that work for nothing?" Max looked upset.

Agatha blinked.

"Oh no, Max!," Agatha exclaimed, "Not at all! We still needed to have all of that hardware put together and up and running," Agatha explained. "This is a slave to that system and is not capable of doing all the calculations and holding the programs the main system can. But, with this data pad, we can interface with the station anywhere on the ship. Please trust me when I say we did nothing superfluous Max."

Max looked into those steel grey, gilded with silver eyes, "Thank you Ags, I was worried for a second."

Max sat at the commander's station as Agatha sat in her seat at the pilot's station.

Agatha turned her chair and tilted her head slightly looking at Max.

Max returned her look, "What's up Ags?"

"Can you tell me about make-up?" Agatha asked with a curious look.

Max drew a blank, "Make-up?"

"Yes," Agatha explained, "I have seen advertisements on the holonet for make-up; it seems to be something humans spend a lot of time using."

"Ah," Max finally understood, "Yes, it goes back to attracting sexual partners again." Max continued, "It has also become something of a personal expression, and sometimes it's just nice to feel attractive."

Agatha looked off into thin air in thought. Max had never seen her do that before and realized Agatha was learning other habits and body language from the holonet. Max liked the changes: learning body language was a good thing as humans use it extensively, often without even realizing it. And any being that didn't would immediately stand out in a crowd. Joon, Max mused, was a magician at reading body language and could probably explain it to Agatha with more clarity and detail.

Agatha looked back to Max with an expression like she wanted ask another question.

Max smiled and nodded to her to ask.

"Am I attractive?" Agatha asked completely without ego.

Max blinked, "I... would have to emphatically say yes, but I am biased as you did get your appearance from my dreams."

Agatha nodded then continued, "I don't really look very human, do I?"

"Not completely," Max conceded, "That doesn't mean you aren't attractive, though."

Then Agatha asked, "Would you be upset if I altered myself to look more human?"

Max tilted her head, "Are you able to change your appearance that easily?"

Agatha nodded, "I think so, but I won't know for sure until I perform another mitosis."

Max replied with concern, "That's not a quick or easy process, though."

"No, it isn't," Agatha shook her head, "But it will be easier next time now that I know what to expect and have time to plan ahead."

Max nodded again in understanding, "You don't need my permission to change your appearance, I want you to be happy with how you look."

Agatha smiled at Max, then turned around and tapped a few buttons on the com.

A holonet projection showing a pale skinned human woman with very long glossy black hair appeared on the bridge. It was a very detailed holographic rendering and the woman still retained some of the exotic sharp features of Agatha, but the monochromatic effect was greatly reduced.

Her lips and skin had a slight pinkish cast, her fingernails and toenails were pale translucent without claw-like points. The model's lithe form was adorned with the same feminine hips and b-cup breasts Agatha currently enjoyed.

Max took in the alluring model nodding in approval and appreciation, "Where did you get this rendering program?"

"Honor's Call: Kirrix purge." Agatha responded, "It is a battle simulation war game, this is the character creator."

Max looked at it again, "Oh wow, nice job."

Max glanced at Agatha for a moment with regret.

Agatha felt the emotion and immediately turned to look her, "What is it, Max?"

Max looked embarrassed, "I have one small request for you, but it's kind of selfish."

"Ask me." Agatha said with look of curiosity.

"Would you..." Max faltered, "Would you keep your eyes as they are?"

Agatha nodded slowly with a compassionate stare, "Of course Max, I will keep them exactly the same."

Max stood up walked over to Agatha and promptly kissed her on the lips: she made a purrmeow is response.

Max glanced down at her, "Oh... you can keep doing that too." Max said as they smiled at each other.

Max settled into the holonet news feeds; attempting to gather clues as to the reason for the total TFN warship recall.

Max found herself spending many hours lurking on a dozen different TFN work boards and service sites: no one was saying anything specifically; but there was a miasma of tension that Max had never felt before.

Max really wished she could consult with Joon, her better half was far more adept at this kind of behavioral scrutiny. Max used firearms and blew shit up, she was not good at detecting subtle anthropological nuances in chat rooms.

Then Max's attention turned elsewhere. Something smelled good, really good.

Max glanced at Ags who was scrolling through multiple streams of all kinds of information at her station; the sensor feeds on the data pad next to her faithfully reporting real time sensor data.

"Something sure smells good" Max spoke to no one in particular.

Agatha giggled.

Max smirked a crooked grin, "Can I assume it's going to taste as good as it smells?"

"You're just going to have to trust me, Max," Agatha glanced over her shoulder; her glossy black lips pulled back in a teasing smile.

Max scrolled through a few more posts on less important sites; no words even mentioning the recall. On one site she spotted a WTF post from a patrol way out on the Kirrix periphery. Max realized that this recall order was having a massive ripple effect throughout the TFN.

Agatha turned around with a look of concern: the emotions she felt from Max were disturbing. "Do you think the Lion is also being recalled?" asked Agatha.

Max thought about that, "I'm not sure where Vice Admiral Blake falls in the big picture, He is supposedly retired. At the same time though, he does seem have an inside track on what is going on." Max shrugged, "I really don't know."

Agatha got up from the pilot couch and walked over to Max. "Lets go eat," Agatha smiled softly, holding out her hand for Max to take.

The pair walked to the galley and Max stopped at the doorway. Her eyes went wide as she took in the beautifully set table.

Agatha had been busy as four different dishes of colorful and delicious smelling food had been placed on the table. Seating herself at the table, Max was very impressed at the presentation.

Agatha, working in tandem, continued to adorn the table; she even put out a basket of fresh baked rolls.

Max looked at both of them as they sat across from her, a huge smile on her face.

Agatha named the dishes in turn. Enchiladas Verdes, with a homemade roasted tomatillo sauce, Cheesy Squash Casserole, Garlic Buttered Mushroom Pasta, and finally...One-Pot Creamy Chicken with Potatoes and Spinach.

When Agatha was finished naming the dishes Max was on the edge of her seat. The aromas were incredibly seductive and she slowly reached for a utensil.