Rabsy Wabsy of Rhythmis

The shower heads spray warm water all over you and the girls as Blackfire lathers up some soap. Blackfire rubs foam on you as you rub foam on her, and Nuh rubs foam on Blackfire as Foxy rubs foam on Nuh and Blackfire rubs foam on Foxy and so on and so on until all of you are covered in soap bubbles.

You almost drool as you watch the warm water wash the bubbles off of Blackfire's sexy golden-orange skin, and off of Nuh's cute violet skin, and off of Foxy's beautiful apricot skin and fluffly tail. The girls also watch in vigor as soap is washed off of your toned abs and golden-orange skin.

The girls turn off the shower heads and grab towels. The four of you dry each other off happily, then get dressed. You exit the bathroom and head down the hall.

"C'mon, Blackfire," you say. "We'll take the middle room."

You and Blackfire stroll into the middle room. It is a nicely sized bedroom with a Queen-sized bed.

Blackfire jumps onto bed, and you jump onto her. The two of you slide under the covers, kissing and touching each other. This intimacy was long overdue.

You and Blackfire make love under teh covers, and fall asleep in each others arms.

It is morning, and the ship isn't moving. You hurry to the cockpit. You let out a sigh of relief when you find that the ship merely went into orbit mode once you arrived. Rhythmis shines brightly, its image filling the ship's front windows.

"Hey, girls!" you shout down the hall. "We're here!"

Blackfire stretches as she walks up the hall towards you. Her hair is a bit of a mess, but she looks cute like that. The other girls take their time getting up and out of bed.

You take the wheel and pilot the ship down into the planet's atmosphere. The heat shields hold, and you smoothly pass through.

You fly the ship to a buidling with a large silhouette of a rabbit on the side, and land on its large balcony/ship dock. The dock doors are open, and you can see several other ships being fixed and fine-tuned.

You exit the ship, nibbling on toast.

"Rabsy!" you call. "You here?"

A short fuzzy Rabbiton hops out from inside the dock garage.

"Ey, Blue Bomber! Long time no see!" he greets. "And I see you've got a ship! I thought Tamaranians didn't need those."

"They do if they have non-tamaranian friends traveling with them."

By now, the girls have fixed their hair and washed their faces.

"Well, well, well," he says, "look like you've done well acquiring some tall drinks of water, huh Blue Bomber?"

"Yes I have," you say, "but the Tamaranians are mine."

"Ah, sticking to them like glue 'cause they're just like you, huh?"

"Sorta," you explain. "The dark-haired one is my fiancé, while the other is my sister."

"Right, and I already know: hands off of lovers and family."

"So, got enough dark blue paint to cover my whole ship?"

"Sure do!" he says as he hops back to the garage. "Ey, Aftor! Get the lift, we got a customer. Give their ship the utmost care, and our special! In blue!"