Tales of the Triploids by Imouto Kitten

Triumvirate

The auditorium was filled to capacity and then sum with diplomats and 
reporters from around the globe as a trio of petite figures took the 
stage. The center figure had skin of a pale lavender and the translucent 
gel covering her scalp shined like amethyst, her attire consisting of a 
simple white tunic that hung nearly to the figure's knees, a violet belt 
cinched around the waist and a matching cape hung over her shoulders and 
clasped with an amulet of silver engraved with a flower-like pattern of 
overlapping circular arcs, the cape nearly reaching the floor and only 
avoiding such thanks to the being gliding over the polished wood of the 
stage, the pointed toes of her bare feet just a few inches above the 
ground.

The lavender-skinned Being had adopted feminine pronouns and the name 
Luna among humans as her native tongue, which included vocalizations 
well into the infra and ultrasonic regimes as well as radio waves that 
would make litttle sense to terrestrial recievers, was quite 
incomprehensible to humans, and most human languages didn't have the 
nomenclature for what Luna was.

To Luna's left floated a figure very similar in appearance except that 
his skin was a pale blue, the gel that served as the closest thing these 
creatures had to hair bright cerulean, and the belt and cape he wore 
royal blue with a bronze clasp. To Luna's right, the third figure had 
pink skin, magenta gel, and a red cape with a golden clasp.

The blue skinned one had adopted the name Sol among humans, and the 
pink-skinned one had adopted the name Stella, and while Luna had adopted 
feminine pronouns for lack of something better that would be universally 
understood among the Earthlings, Sol's use of masculine and stella's use 
of feminine pronouns respectively were far more accurate to their actual 
nature.

Though their chosen Earth names had lead some to calling them the 
Celestials, the trio's combined title in official diplomatic matters 
between their race and humanity was The Triumvirate, and they were 
nominally both the leaders of their race's largest political institution 
and their race's ambassadors to Earth.

As Luna takes the podium, Sol and Stella standing to either side, she 
needs to hold firmly to the sides of the lecturn to keep her face 
visible to the gathered onlookers on account of being significantly 
shorter than the average human adult. As she glances out over the crowd, 
she can see several people looking a bit disquieted as she recalls that 
the hard, protective lenses over her eyes remind many people of the 
compound eyes belonging to the class of creatures humans call insects, 
many of which are reviled by humans for various reasons.

Not wanting to discomfort her audience, Luna adopts what she has come to 
learn the humans consider a motherly tone as she begins her speech about 
her people's sincere hopes for forging a mutually beneficial working 
relationship with the people of Earth, speaking slowly and enunciating 
her every word to avoid slipping into the higher octaves that remind 
humans even more of insects or the low tones associated with the likes 
of thunder and other sounds that are often heralds of danger.

By the time she has finished her speech, even the tensest members of the 
audience have relaxed and the mood in the room is overall pleasant as 
Luna and her partners field questions from their fellow diplomats and 
the reporters.

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As the trio return to their embassy suite following the press 
conference, they slip back into their native tongue, what of it is 
perceptible to human ears sounding more like avant garde music than any 
human language. Pulling the clasps away from their throats, they let 
their capes and tunics fall to the plush carpet, revealing their outfits 
to have been a single garment and exposing lithe, gently curved figures 
and the only parts of their anatomy that give away that they aren't all 
the same sex.

With a group sigh, the trio drop down to stand upon the carpet, Sol 
griping, "Man, it's exhausting staying lighter than air for so long, 
especially with how hot and light Earth's atmosphere is."

"Ugh, tell me about it, and I don't understand why humans insist on 
wearing clothing all the time." grumbles Stella, "I mean, most of this 
planet is clearly warm enough that they don't need the extra insulation 
for the most part, and it's not like most of their garments provide much 
protection against everyday hazards."

"Come now, Sol dear, Stella darling," replies Luna, "I know some of 
their customs are a bit strange, but I'm sure they would think the same 
were our positions reversed, but it would be rude to expect them to go 
out of their way to accomodate our way of life when we're the visitors 
to their home." Pulling both of them into a hug, Sol and Stella's backs 
pressed to Luna's sides as her arms reach down to stroke Stella's 
feminine folds and Sol's quickly hardening Shaft, Luna's own, much 
larger tool sandwiched between the hips of her lovers. "Now, what does 
my husband and wife say we retire to our bedroom for some relaxation?"