Aly in Space Ch. 06

As soon as I stepped onto the platform, I found myself entering that tunnel from across the atrium. Mark and Kat were right behind me. The springy ground wound down into a dark room lit only faintly by nodules in the walls and ceilings, and large glowing mushrooms around the floor. Rather, what I assumed was the floor. It looked more like these large ones were growing out of a bottomless black chasm.

When all three of us made it down, looking out over the dark room, I whispered to them, "Do you think there's an actual floor there? Or is it just a big hole?"

"I think it's more a question of how far down until the floor." Mark met my quiet tone.

"I don't know why we're whispering," Kat giggled in my ear.

In a more normal voice but still quietly I said, "I don't know! It's dark, it's a cave, it's mysterious? I'm gonna try to jump onto the closest mushroom top."

I made sure of my footing on the slightly spongy ground, getting just a little bit of rebound, crouched, and leapt onto the pink luminescent cap nearby.

"AH!" I shrieked, as the much bouncier mushroom cap propelled me further across the room than I intended. I managed to barely land on the second mushroom cap from the entrance and immediately spread out my limbs to disperse the bounce. I panted there on my hands and knees, before looking up toward Mark and Kat.

"Stars, darlin', you didn't want to confirm that there was a floor there first?!" Kat exclaimed.

Suddenly Mark leapt past her onto the same spot I had gone.

I tried to warn him with a "They're super bouncy! Look out!", but he bounced far more skillfully than I had. He even bounced intentionally in a different direction on his way over to me. Four hops brought him to my mushroom, and I bounced from his reverberations before falling flat on my face. It was like sharing a trampoline, and once you're down it's hard to get up when other people are still jumping.

"Woah woah woah. Mark. Mark!" I laughed, trying valiantly to get to my feet. I toppled over a second time, this time knocking Mark down with me.

As we settled there laughing, we looked back to Kat, who was debating joining us. If a bit hesitant, she readied herself for a jump and bounced onto the closest mushroom to the tunnel. She was able to stay on just that one, before determining that Mark and I were plenty enough on our medium-sized mushroom cap and bouncing to a large one adjacent to us.

She lost her angle a bit on the landing, springing forward onto her hands, but she caught herself enough to break her fall. Still, her skirt hiked pretty far up her legs in the process and I felt a flush of heat watching her rarely-exposed thighs. She quickly settled herself more demurely.

I crawled carefully toward the edge of the mushroom to look down into the darkness. I could faintly see the wall's bioluminescence reflecting off a surface down below, maybe eight feet down?

Suddenly Mark flopped right next to me, springing me into the air. I shrieked and flew off the edge of the mushroom right toward Kat's, but I couldn't grab anything on the edge. I bounced off, about to fall down those eight feet of darkness, when Mark's hand grabbed my arm to pull me back onto his. He was cracking up.

"Sorry!" --laughter-- "I didn't think you'd go that far!"

I squirmed with his help back onto the mushroom and glared at him, but he just lightly bounced next to me with a cheeky grin.

"I think I need to find my own mushroom," I huffed.

I was able to get onto my feet this time, and I built up a good bounce before angling to the edge and hopping off onto other mushrooms. It would've been hard enough to aim, except the mushroom surfaces were angled in different ways on each one. They were different colors, sizes, and heights, too, mostly in mint green, light pink, light blue, and light purple. I carefully made my way over to a pretty blue one and bounced in place while looking back to my friends.

"Hey!" I called over to them. "Do you think I could get over to that wall by only touching pink ones?"

Kat briefly looked for a pink path from her perspective then shouted, "Go for it!"

I bounced for a bit more height, trying to plot a path over there, and then took off. This was the best playroom ever, hands down.

I nearly fell a second time, but I did finally make my way over to the wall. I looked back to see Mark and Kat also leaping from mushroom to mushroom, Mark more ambitiously than Kat. I hopped my way back over to them where the three of us could each be on our own mushroom but still close by. My mushroom was a little lower, and when I looked up, Kat's enormous breasts were right at eye level, bouncing heavily with her jumps. She almost always wore a sports bra to keep them more contained, but this was a trampoline, and she had exceedingly large natural breasts no matter how she tried to contain them. With each bounce they jolted up and down more than the rest of her torso, squishing up with plump cleavage, and I found myself squeezing my thighs together as my breath caught.

Suddenly with embarrassed panic, I looked up to her face, all three of us very aware that my gaze had been transfixed on her chest for an awkwardly long time. Like, so long that I had lost the spring in my hopping. I frantically tried to apologize as the two of them--and Kat's massive tits--kept bouncing.

"Sorry, I--" every time she bounced, my eyes kept flicking back down to her chest till I'd recenter them on her face. "Didn't mean to--um--your chest--sorry!--I was just--they're bouncing--no! I'M bouncing! --you're hot--um--"

The words tumbled out in broken pieces in all the wrong ways, until I'm sure my cheeks were a mortified shade of red. Worse still, I lost my footing on my mushroom and tumbled forward, smacking my head lightly on Kat's mushroom before falling down to the dark floor. Fortunately for me, the ground was incredibly soft, so I just sat there burying my bright red face in my hands.

Mark and Kat's laughter at my expense hushed to giggles after I fell, until I saw Kat's head peeking over the side. "You good down there, girlfriend?" Kat asked, still laughing.

"Physically or emotionally?" I called out, still hiding my face in my hands.

"Yes?" they both said in unison.

"I'm fine physically. In fact, it's so comfy down here, I think I'll just stay down here until I remember how to not do such mortifying things. It's all good..."

I heard some hushed voices going back and forth and what sounded like the start of roughhousing (something they were very prone to doing, regardless of where we were). "You're gonna go join Aly in a minute, mister!" Kat reprimanded. The roughhousing sounds got significantly louder, along with the not-so-hushed voices, until Kat suddenly yelped as Mark fell down to join me. She then started laughing heartily. "I didn't--I didn't mean to actually push you down there. I'm so sorry, baby!"

Mark sat on the soft ground exactly like I did, and we looked at each other. I had stopped covering my face, and at least now the embarrassment was shared.

Kat's sheepish face peeked over the edge, trying in vain to stop laughing, and Mark just shook his head.

Suddenly the playroom began fading back to the lab, and Kat's ledge gently lowered her down to the ground where Mark and I were. The three of us sat on the platform, now fully back in the lab, and I covered my face again in mortification, having forgotten that that whole fiasco was in front of a rapt audience who very likely could read the heat flushing through very specific parts of my body. Mark rubbed my back warmly, and Kat paused her giggling enough to lean in and reassure me that she wasn't upset with me, before we all exited the field. They were used to it, after all.

When my eyes caught one of the science tech's, I felt my face flush again as I grinned sheepishly. Kat and Mark knew I suffered from a generally high sex drive and a particular infatuation with large breasts, and I'm pretty sure they were trying to set me up with someone so I'd have a better, less embarrassing outlet, but they didn't really mind, especially once they learned I felt these rushes toward both of them, and the guy down the hall, and several of my female classmates last year, and basically anyone else that possessed the trifecta: good looks, kind hugs, and proximity to me.

I scurried off the platform, still embarrassed but also kind of laughing at the humor myself, and Kat and Mark followed.

"You're welcome to go explore the actual playroom," Valitor reminded us on our way out. "We'll need some time to log these readings and prepare for the next simulation."

Kat and Mark headed toward the playroom to compare it to the simulated version. "You coming, Aly?" Mark called.

"In a bit," I called back, heading into the privacy room. I for sure needed a moment to cool off. And as those few heavenly moments of rising, squishing, falling breasts repeated in my head, I knew there was another thing I'd have to take care of before the next session.

***

"Sound reasoning on their adventurous disposition, Zentylk. I'm inclined to agree with your initial assessment of the subjects upon their first exposure to our ship. Many specimens are predisposed to fear the unknown, but activating their curiosity and playful natures seems to have remarkably eased them into our work."

Valitor walked around the console to view the readings absorbing his friend's attention.

"8.7," Zentylk said quietly while going over the results of the specimens' first shared simulation. "That's a remarkably high PH-A score, given the lack of behavioral cues prior to then."

"What did the other two measure?" asked Valitor.

"Subject B read 3.6, which could've been primarily from the physical strain of their play, but it did increase to 4.2 once she noticed Subject A's focus on her. Subject C's reading also increased by over 2 points but seemed unaffected by Subject A's arrival or gaze, and it increased again while physically interacting with Subject B."

"Interesting. The mutual awareness of Subject A's desire certainly does not negatively impact the Empathic Bond between all three of them, like you had inferred from our remote observation. If Subject B were our hinge instead of Subject C, this would've been significant. Still, confirming our starting assumptions does inspire confidence in our methods. Make sure to feed these results into the Intellan for digestion. We shall give the subjects a respite to restabilize then proceed to Scripted Simulation 12. I want to gently introduce them to some of the changes we can effect more directly on their persons."