I moaned slightly from the last battle. Week in, week out, and the both of us still come out with barely our lives. Honestly, when are you going to stop screwing up?

Oh, quiet! The Visser snapped. It's bad enough having to deal with myself without you going along, pointing out each and every single flaw in my plans.

And speaking of which, you made a slight miscalculation during the tailfight-

OH, shut up already!

You're the one inside my head, YOU shut up! I retorted as we went into the chambers. Natross was waiting there, like she had been for the past few days. Visser One had left to go back to her own division last night. She had a look on her face, as though she had news for Visser Three. I decided to ignore it, until Visser Three began to take special notice to her. Not this again...

You have a problem with it?

When you use MY body to do it, then I do. I replied.

The Visser just snarled at me. Then he turned back to Natross. You look concerned, Natross. Anything wrong?

Not really... just something I've been meaning to tell you... I didn't want to mention it while Visser One was here.

What is it? He said, leaning in close. I just watched, repulsed.

I'm pregnant.

What? He replied, shocked.

WHAT?! I replied, even more shocked. Okay, that did it. The 'love slave' bit was one thing, but now this? I smirked slightly. Now you'll have an extra Andalite to worry about.

He didn't respond immediately. Our legs gave way, and he just sat there as he contempleted it. I... I didn't think to... I didn't realize... He whispered to me.

I sighed at his inanity. How else did you think Andalites are made, Visser? Surely you have not been such an idiot to think it was all harmless.

He sighed again, and remained silent until Natross stirred him. Are you alright?

I... I'm fine. He spoke, getting up. What are we going to do?

What a couple is supposed to do: Name it, have it, raise it. She said simply.

He sighed, and then continued to speak with me. Great. I'm actually going to have to rely on your help for this one.

Naturally. I replied smugly.

Well, then... what now?

I suggest you try to cheer her up. Not like you couldn't use it yourself. He acknowledged the advice.

He led her into the middle of the room, and had her lay down. I watched with some intent. Even if I wasn't getting the freedom to do it on my own, I got some of the emotional by-product. No reason not to at least be interested. He flipped her onto her back and glanced down between her hind legs. Then I was watching extremely intently.

Hypocrite. He snapped at me. Complain about me using her and then you start watching.

If I'm a hypocrite, you're a pervert. I hissed in reply.

Then you're both. I had to get it from SOMEONE, didn't I? He retorted. And all I had to add to the conversation was some slight fuming at his remark.

Natross leaned her upper body towards us as he had her splayed across the floor. You're going to-

Any reason why I shouldn't? He replied. He pulled her head over to us, just resting on our shoulder. And then he did something I didn't expect.

I could move my hands! My arms! He gave me control of my main eyes, currently positioned over her body. I don't understand... what is the meaning of this? I asked.

You complain you don't get an even share when it comes to Natross. You're getting it. He decided to see what I would do now. He still had control of most of me, so I couldn't do much. I sighed in silent defeat, and then started.

I planted my hands across her inner thighs, just to where my thumbs were positioned inside her flaps.Visser Three took control of my main eyes then, so he could position them properly. The main eyes stayed frozen in place so I couldn't try to divert my attention anywhere else. Our stalk eyes looked at Natross's face, to help determine how I was doing. She was looking rather pleased at the moment.

I began to move my thumbs in slight circles, caressing those few hypersensitive inches of skin. She bristled slightly, her face twitching into a grin. I began to stroke along her, flicking gently. A more heightened response came, but still not enough.

You haven't been letting Natross bathe, have you? I asked my captor.

Why are you concerned? She looks fine. He retorted.

As infatuated as you are, of course she would in your eyes. She's filthy! I commented.

Oh? And I suppose you have any ideas about how to deal with it?

Of course. Help me move her to the edge of the water. Near the hose. He obliged, and within a few scoots, I was standing in the water, and she was slightly over the edge, her tail getting wet. I turned the hose on, and water began to spray out in a jet. I set the tempreture on it to be just enough that it wasn't terribly uncomfortable. I positioned it into place.

The water flowed between her parted flaps, as I noticed Natross's face. She was near her climax. I increased the water pressure, allowing her to have it. Getting her back to that point again would not be a problem. I washed over the rest of her area, beginning to arouse her again. When she neared the second climax, I stopped the water and let her lie on her back for a few seconds, and then pulled her completely into the water.

He dove underneath for a few moments, 'checking'. He slid one finger inside of her. Still tight. He spoke. You didn't do enough.

You barely gave me the chance to! Now if you don't mind... I said quickly, and took control of my upper body again. I propped my elbows against her hind legs, and looked again at her quarry. My arms quickly wrapped around her legs, and I dove my face between them. I blew on her, as close to her as I could manage woithout smothering myself.

Natross reared slightly from the sensation, quivering against me as I kept up the onslaught. She was breathless by the time I withdrew, and I was about to run out of air. Visser Three took control and pushed back to the surface, trying to regain his breath. Care to check now? I prodded.

Certainly. He exhaled, and then dove back under again to check. Looking now, we both saw she was ready. he went back to the surface for one last breath, and then came to circle her. But she was staring at us.

Not yet. You did your part, now it's my turn. She said, diving underneath again. The Visser grabbed for the rim of the pool, preparing for her. But she eased us out slightly. We were still partially in the water, but our hind legs were on the ground, slick. I watched her as she positioned her hands over us as I had done on her. I began to tense slightly in anticipation.

She worked her hands over, as if scuplting. The pain was nearly unbearable on us, straining for her to give release, as we were already very close. But she had worked with the Visser for too long— she knew what kept him from rising, and what didn't. Our pulses moved downward, the feeling concentrated between our legs!

The Visser lost his grip, but soon regained it, just before she put him completely back into the pool. I tried to regain what nonexistant wind had been knocked out of me. I had always felt the sensations before, but never with such intensity! At that point, I wondered just which one of them had control: Visser Three, or Natross herself?

At this point, does it even make a difference? He commented back to me. Natross flipped herself onto her back, allowing me to get one last glance down her legs before she slipped in, almost teasingly. I caught the look in her eyes as her face went past— a ravishing look, that I had seen only once before in my own Jahar's eyes. As I thought it over, she did seem a lot like her.

As soon as we had gotten back to our hooves (so to speak), Natross glanced back at us for two seconds. Her tail relaxed, signaling she was ready. Visser Three took the signal quickly and mounted her almost in the same instant, her walls pulsing around him fiercely.

He kept our forelegs wrapped around her waist, our arms clinched around her shoulders, holding tightly around her as she gave us the release we desired so terribly, in the same instant she had her own. I claimed some of the rapture for my own, feeling intense pleasure that had so long been denied since I left the home world, and even more fiercely kept from me since Natross arrived in his quarters.

We sagged against her, limp. She may have been ready for a second time, but there was no way we would be. We slipped out of the pool, trying to dry off. Natross decided to stay in the water, and he had nothing against that.

I conceded. Okay, you win that argument.

What arguement? He asked, curious.

I see what you like in that girl.