Pax MultiChapter 2
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The skies of Procyon II were beautiful and blue.
He sat back, resting his palms behind him, looking out at the sky – the sun overhead is so searingly bright that it makes the clouds look as if they are each glowing waves of white flame. At the back of his mind, he knows that Procyon itself, the star, is slowly transforming into a super giant. Over the next few million years, it would sweep outwards, eventually rendering the surface of Procyon II uninhabitable.
The Procyon that stands before him is a single blot of shadow. He looks just like the medical diagram etched in gold on the front of their last – possibly even their first – spacecraft ever launched. Low, stooped, quadrupedal, long nosed, soulful eyes. They don’t have mouths like humans, but still, they speak.
Their voice is the translated, much repaired howling radio traffic that had come from Wolf-359.
Crashing sounds. Chittering sounds. Screaming sounds. A desperate voice, speaking a language that needs no translation.
Help us.
Help us.
They’re killing us.
They’re everywhere.
Help us.
Help us.
Crash. Shattering glass – so shockingly human sounding, so familiar. Then the clattering of claws. And behind the standing Procyon, the sky darkens. The clouds ripple and streaking past them come dark shapes. They’re black and charred and trail fluttering tendrils that flare out organic flutes that catch the atmosphere and drag their velocity down to something survivable. They strike the ground as the Proycon points at him – and the screaming gets louder as the biopods crack open and the hellgaunts come swarming out, their blades already dripping with blood.
Lou sat up, gasping, his entire body locked tight, glistening with sweat. His heart hammered and he saw Bea standing before him at the bed, her hands on the blankets, which she had clearly been about to pull off. He scrambled backwards, reflexively – his back bumping against the headboard, the entire bed shaking slightly as he tried to get his breathing under control. His hands were clenched tight. Bea cocked her head, her voice sounding uncertain. “Are you injured?”
Lou’s skin was crawling – and again, he felt like he was trying to hold two contradictory ideas in his head. The first was of Beatrice – a sweet, gentle, confounding being that he ... that he felt ... he was ... he was married to and he wasn’t sure how he felt. There were times when he had held her lighter than light body, when he had felt her warmth against him, that he had felt like he could have held her until the sun went dim in the sky. It was a feeling so deep and all consuming that it was almost frightening. And then there was the other thought. The memory of everything he had learned, all the footage he had seen, the radio messages he had heard. The stark knowledge that no matter how little Beatrice had meant to cause harm, she had. She had caused harm and horror ... and ... and he wanted to forgive her. But ... part of him, he knew, wasn’t willing to do it. Why else would he dream about the Proycians and the Lupens?
“Lou, your heart rate is faster than normal, I...” she crawled up onto the bed, reaching out and touching his leg – and Lou almost flinched away from her. “What happened?”
Lou tried to think of what to say. “I ... I had a nightmare,” he said.
“What is nightmare?” she asked, sounding nervous.
“When ... humans sleep, we ... we have ... dreams. They’re collections of images and memories and sensations and feelings that we have during sleep.” He gulped. “You don’t know what sleep is like.”
“It ... is similar to when I unfocus, and let my mind spread among my entire awareness?” she asked, cocking her head and drawing close, trying to cuddle up against him. Lou tensed despite himself and instinctively, Bea drew backwards. Her antennas drooped. “Lou ... are you ... do you not ... want? Me to...” She blushed. “I was going to ... that is, I...”
Lou forced his hand out, cupping her cheek. Touching her smooth, sleek skin – rubbery, and warm and inhuman and so very beautiful – made him feel more centered. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers, and he said, quietly. “It’s very different. Nightmares, um, they’re when dreams are unpleasant.”
“Oh.”
“It’s-”
“It was a nightmare about me me.”
He opened his eyes.
Beatrice looked ... impossibly sad. Her eyes were cast down, her antennas drooping. “Your reactions make it exceedingly clear – you had a nightmare about me. I am leaving.” She drew backwards, turned, and literally flew out the window, her wings buzzing. Lou scrambled, then ran to the windowsill, looking out – and she was gone, vanishing into the hazy twilight and the small forest beyond.
Lou closed his eyes, then slammed his head down upon the windowsill. Hard.
Lou wasn’t sure if breakfast was extra stilted or if this was just how his life had been before he had met looser, more free people like GF and Amy and he hadn’t noticed it until now. He sat across from his father, while mother sat to his right, and the servitor whirred around them, setting out the fine meal. Jam wobbled in porcelain plates, while lightly toasted bread sent up thin wafting streamers of hot steam into the morning sunlight. Father nodded curtly to Lou.
“Where is our new daughter in law?”
“She went back to her hive for nutrients,” Lou lied with shocking ease, picking up some bread. He began to spread jam along it. He looked down at it, trying to think of how to apologize to Beatrice. Should you? A tiny part of his brain thought. She killed millions of people. Just because humans have done worse, for worse reasons, doesn’t make what she did okay. Lou scowled, then set down his bread. He suddenly didn’t have much of an appetite.
“Do you know when she’ll be back?” Father asked. “There is a Federated ship in the system – it’s approaching Charon and according to the com-wave they sent us, it’s carrying Colonel Admiral Akin Bosch. It seems the Federals want to extend their congratulations.”
“Bosch...” Lou frowned. “That name is familiar.”
“He served with your father at Wolf-359,” Mother said, nodding.
“He’s ... decent enough for a Federal,” Father said, frowning. “Half the fleet were Thor and Sleipnir class ships, those were Federal ships. They took the zenith fast pass, while the AnCom and Neopolitan ships took the nadir. The way the math worked out, the Federals took the worse of it.” He shook his head. “But Bosch kept his head during the entire engagement, kept his men from panicking.”
“The engagement was fifteen seconds long,” Lou said, his voice dry.
“Fifteen seconds is a long time for a fast pass,” Father said, putting down his knife. The clink of it was really quite shockingly loud in the room.
Lou pursed his lips. “I don’t see what he’s doing in Alpha Centauri thought. The F.S aren’t exactly pleased with the peace treaty.”
“They have to claim that they’re unhappy, for the sake of their population,” Father said, waving his hand dismissively. “But past all the bluster, they’re not so different from the Neopolitans – they respect history, tradition, humanity.” He nodded, slightly. “Yes, it’ll be good to see Akin again.”
Lou stood up, pushing his plate away. “I will go and see if I can’t convince my wife to visit. I’m sure she’ll be happy to meet the Admiral. And if she cannot make it, I can at least bring her apologies.” He inclined his head. “Mother. Father.”
Mother held out her hand and Lou took it, kissing her knuckles. As he leaned in, she murmured in his ear. “It would be best if she had other engagements, darling.” She kissed his cheek and Lou nodded, then turned and left, his hands tight behind his back as he walked out of the breakfast. Emerging into the brilliant sunlight that shone down from the dome, he was almost bowled over by Amy, who sprinted over, grabbed his arm, and dragged him away from the door. His eyes widened as the sleek QHC swung him around, pinned him against a tree, then looked to the left, her eyes narrowed, whiring.
“ ... Amy, what are you doing?” Lou asked.
“We need to keep you out of GF’s line of sight,” Amy murmured, softly.
Lou sighed, slowly. “Amy, I’m not in the mood-”
“He gave Beatrice some advice and he’s going to just blunder into asking you about it in the most tactless way you could imagine,” Amy said, frowning. “I’m your wingwoman, Lou. It’s my job to keep you safe from that kind of mortification.”
Lou sighed, again, mortified beyond belief. His eyes closed and he said, quietly. “Amy, I can handle GF being crass. And ... have you seen Beatrice?”
“I mean, she’s a hive mind, yeah?” Amy said. “She’s got, like, two dozen bioforms around here.” She paused, then looked at him. “Dude, did ... oh god, what advice did GF give her?”
“I-” Lou blushed, looking away. His hands wrung together. “Nothing happened.”
“ ... something happened,” Amy said, frowning harder. “I can tell, you’re terrible at lying. Did she, like, bite you or-”
“I had ... a nightmare,” Lou said, his mortification increasing. It was now the ‘mud running down the back of his neck awful’ feeling. Pits of snakes in his belly awful. “About the Procyians and the Lupens and ... her.” He shook his head. “S-She picked up on my nerves and immediately left.”
“Oh.” Amy stepped back.
“Yoooo, Lou!” GF shouted – the two of them spun around and saw GF was jogging towards them. “Fucking AnCom porn, huh?” he asked, cheerfully. “Did she blow your mind or what?”
Amy slapped her palm over her face while Lou actually chuckled. It was a kind of wry, amused chuckle. Like, there was no way GF could make him feel any worse or more guilty than he felt right now. And compared to the fact that Admiral...
“Oh shit.” Lou’s eyes widened.
“What?” GF asked. “ ... she didn’t bite it off, right?”
“No, Admiral Akin Bosch is coming to visit,” Lou said. “And you two are AnComs.”
“Bosch, Bosch, Bosch...” GF muttered, while Amy scowled.
“That asshole,” she snarled, her fingers clenching into fists. Her eyes whirred and clicked.
“ ... Federal?” GF said.
“Yeap.”
“I’ll fab a gun,” GF said, cheerfully.
“You can’t shoot him!” Lou exclaimed, holding up his hands. “He’s the Colonel Admiral of the entire Federated States Expeditionary Fleet – half the ships that fought in the Bug War were FSN ships! They lost more soldiers in the war than the entire AnCom despite having a population of, what, a tenth as big?” He shook his head. “He’s an ally and a member of the UHP.”
GF snorted. “Thus also to tyrants, Lou. It’s my civic duty to kill fascists when we have a chance. And we’re out of SOL, in unsettled territory, and the war with the bugs is over. So, like, what exactly is the reason to not put a tungsten slug through his head with a coilgun on that grassy knoll right there?” He pointed at one of the hills.
“Because ... you can’t just murder someone who is coming under a flag of peace, under my father’s invitation!” Lou said, flabbergasted. “It ... honor! Duty! He may be a monster, but if we stoop to his level, that simply makes us as bad as him.”
“Do you plan to commit genocide at any point in the near future?” GF asked.
“I ... no?”
“Then you literally can’t be as bad as him,” GF said, his voice once again growing cheerful.
“I forbid it,” Lou said, frowning.
“Come on, seriously?” GF asked. “Like, it’s barely murder, he’s got a stack like me...”
“I. Forbid. It.” Lou crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes flashing. “And, honestly, GF, I expected better of you. Honor may just be a word for you, but it matters to me. And while I may disagree with my father inviting Admiral Bosch, while I may find him detestable as human being and the continued existence of the Federated States a loathsome blot in the collective human soul, that doesn’t change the fact that he is here, under flag of peace, as an ally in war, who has earned the right to come here and shake my hand.” He paused. “And if he insults me, my family, or my honor, I will challenge him to pistols at dawn and blow his brains out with a flintlock.”
GF blinked. “ ... dude, you don’t have a stack.”
Lou grinned – but his grin faded. “Do I have your word that you won’t shoot him?”
GF looked at Amy. Amy raised her silvery eyebrows, then shrugged. GF bit his lip. “Yeah. Okay. You have my word. But I will flip him off.”
Lou gave him a look.
“ ... seriously, I have to be polite to the motherfucker too?” GF asked.
Lou nodded, slowly.
“Auuuuuugh, this sucks. Fine.” GF grumbled. “No one back home is going to let me live this down...”
Lou nodded again, then clapped his friends on their shoulders. “Now. I am going to speak to my wife.” He breathed in, then out. “Wish me luck.”
Admiral Bosch’s shuttle came down with all the Wagnerian glory of the Federated States – and that alone almost cut through the worried knot in Lou’s stomach. Searching for hours for his wife, and finding nothing but trampled grass and claw-marks where her bioforms had been, had made it abundantly clear to Lou.
Beatrice simply did not want to talk to him.
He had tried to take it calmly, but as the hours had turned into days, as the FSN Invisible Hand took its holding orbit above Charon, he had grown more and more worried. Amy and GF had both offered him sympathy, but it had left him feeling brittle and raw and irritable, rather than calmed. It had still been better than the blithe acceptance of his parents. His father had said nothing on the issue, and his mother had been cutting with her cheerful: “Well, I’m glad that she understands Neopolitan marriages of state, yes?”
She had meant it as a way to make Lou feel better.
Lou had concealed the pain as best as he could and instead thrown himself into practice. First, with his rapier, setting the combat servitor that he fabricated to the maximum level of danger and throwing himself into the thoughtless violence of a free style fence, the servitor and his blade clattering together and slashing through the air. He had practiced with the early modern pistols, first using the classical style of loading, then switching to the neo-classical style that had become popular in the Star Kingdom within the past century, where one fabricated and fired the guns in a single unbroken route, seeking to strike as many targets as possible in as short a time as possible.
GF, watching, had said: “ ... holy shit Lou. Holy ... fucking shit.”
“What?” Lou had asked, turning to look at him.
“You got ... ten fucking bullseyes in a row with smoothbore flintlocks...” GF gaped at him. “Without speed-augs? Target assist?”
Lou had shrugged. “I practice.”
But even that pleasant work hadn’t been enough to loosen his worry, nor to give him any succor. Every day, he had woken up, hoping that Beatrice had returned. Instead, he spent the entire day with the hours crawling by, every second his mind thinking of something to say to Beatrice ... and nothing happening at all. And now, he was forced to watch, stand at attention, and look politely impressed as the Federals showed off.
The Federated States, like their forebears in ancient Rome, Italy, Germany. America, the Neo-Persian Front, the Scavskulls, the Yellowjackets and the Martian Union of Agrarian Terraformers, leaned hard into showy theatrics. Their shuttle was a black wedge that cut the sky like a knife, with screaming turbines and roaring jets of flames that made it look like the fist of one of the ancient gods. The massive emblem of the F.S.N on the front gleamed gold against the black fuselage, while non-aerodynamic but highly deadly looking weapon pods thrust from the wings, the belly, and the fuselage itself. The wheels screeched as they caught the spaceport and sent up gouts of smoke as the tires screamed against tarmac.
When the shuttle came to a stop, clicking and hissing with its heat differentials, the front gangplank opened and the first troops emerged, flanking Admiral Akin Bosch himself. He was a tall man, with the blond hair and blue eyes the Federated States tended towards. His uniform was all sleek grays and blacks, with a floating great coat and a high cap with an imperial eagle emblazoned on the front. His gold armbands glittered, stark against black, and his jackboots clicked – almost louder than the whirr thump of his power armored escorts.
“Akin,” Father said, smiling and reaching out – and Bosch took his hand.
“King Benoit,” Bosch said, while more Federals – mostly officers – emerged from behind him in the shuttle. “And this is your ... son?”
He turned to face Lou and Lou caught, flickering across his face, an almost instinctive flash of utter disgust. Lou nodded, slightly. “Colonel Admiral,” he said, then held out his hand. “It is an honor to meet you.”
Bosch looked about himself, then smiled and it was the most punchable charming smile that Lou had ever seen. “I see that we’re fortunate in not having your spouse coming to visit,” he said, his voice sotto voce. “I know it must be quite a trial, to be at the forefront of peace with such a murderous species.”
“Murderous is an incorrect term,” Lou said, his voice as politely icy as he could make it. Behind his back, his fingers were tightening into fists. “It implies an intentionality that was lacking – Beatrice ... my wife ... she chose a name, by the way...”
“Hm.” Bosch pursed his lips.
“ ... she had no understanding of other species. Her fight against us wasn’t a war. It was a misguided attempt to make herself safe from what she saw as hostile, unthinking creatures. Even after she realized we were sentient, she thought we were a hive mind like herself – much as our early hypothesis about her species was that it was a multi-racial alliance and not a hive intelligence. When she learned each human is an individual, not merely a disposable fraction of a greater whole ... she grew quite distraught and remorseful.”
“Ah. And that makes it all better, does it?” Bosch asked, his voice growing cold as he started to pace around Lou. “King Benoit – how many Neopolitan sailors did we lose at Wolf-359? At Procyon?”
Father was frowning. “Akin...”
“It wasn’t her fault,” Lou snapped, his temper slipping.
“Ah, of course, she killed several million humans by accident,” Bosch said – and Lou bit back his first response. Many of those millions had been killed in the war in a way that Bea didn’t even grasp. She was guilt riddled over the several hundred thousand that she had ... consumed. She hadn’t even thought of the civilians that were turned instantly into ash by the matter/antimatter fireballs that had blotted entire cities on Charon off the map. The defenders, according to their final broadcasts, had agreed: Better instant, painless death than ... consumption. She didn’t think about the hundreds aboard Fenris or Thor or Odin or Agamemnon class battle-cruisers, who were ripped instantly to paste by high energy kinetic weapons or dissolved in long ranged spreads of organic acid launched from her warbodies. This moment of silence allowed Bosch to keep going: “Columbus killed as many with the plagues he introduced to the New World – and we revile him as a monster. Or, is it only when white men do it?”
“Admiral Bosch, you forget yourself!” Father snapped.
Bosch looked ready to bring out some bit of smoothness or flippery or totally a-historical nonsense – but before he could, his men all stepped forward, their weapons whirring and clicking as they brought them online. “Colonel Admiral! We’re detecting an entire bug army out there!”
“What is this?” Bosch snarled – but Lou turned, his heart leaping. He sprinted to the edge of the landing platform and saw that army was a slight exaggeration. It was merely a hundred or so hellgaunts, working together to carry something on their back. The something was covered in a large, bright collection of downy fluff ... and he noticed that the hellgaunts themselves looked different. For one thing, their dazzle camo had been changed from white and black to green and pink, a garish combination that made his eyes ache. But what he noticed next, as they drew closer, was that they were covered in...
Fur.
The fur was mostly collected around their shoulders and their legs, but it was bristly and poofy and it made them look significantly softer and less terrifying. He also noticed that their eyes had been made larger and...
Rounder?
But next to them was what he really cared about.
Beatrice walked along, looking shy and nervous, carelessly naked. Her fingers were touching together – in the most adorable approximation of a shy girl he had ever seen – the pointer fingers touching together underneath her chin, her head downcast, her antennas drooping slightly as the entire group came up to the side of the spaceport, while Father and Mother joined Lou at the railing.
“Beatrice,” Lou said, biting back the urge to leap over the edge and sprint to her and take her into his arms and hug her and hold her and apologize to her. Decorum kept him locked in place, but every part of his body yearned to feel her lightness.
“Hi Lou,” every bug on the field said at once – and the hissing, sibilant sound of the hundred hellgaunts hissing in unison was almost hilarious. The hellgaunts too looked nervous and downcast, their bodies pressing low to the ground. “Um, I ... I was working very hard. It took a great deal of focus, and, I ... well, the ... uh ... this is not as good as the oral sex, but-”
Mother put her hands over her mouth, her entire face going beat red as Father coughed loudly into his hand. Akin Bosch had stepped up to the railing as too, and he was looking more openly disgusted than Lou had ever expected him to see. But before either of them could say anything, and before Lou could literally drop dead of embarrassment, Beatrice (that is, her moth body) flapped her wings, flying over to the large bundle of fluff on the back of the hellgaunts.
She grabbed it and swept it to the side, the fluff unfurling and rippling in the air, revealing it was nothing more than a covering. Underneath was...
“What ... is that?” Father whispered.
“It’s a gestation pod!” Bosch shouted, pointing at it. “Is that some new weapon system?”
Lou, though, was struck dumb. His mouth hung open in shock as he grabbed onto the railing, all thoughts of decorum forgotten. He swung himself over the railing and then landed with a grunt, staggering and running over to Beatrice. He grabbed her around her thin waist, drawing her in, then looking from her to the gestation pod, which was a sleek, greenish cual of membranous flesh supported by several fingerlike struts of bone that spread outwards and met again, creating a segmented sphere that throbbed in time with some vast heartbeat. Within the cual, suspended in amniotic fluids, was an elephantine shape.
But he knew it.
He recognized it almost immediately.
“No it’s not a weapon system,” Father said.
“It’s a Procyian,” Beatrice said, her voice soft and shy. “Finding their genetic records in my memory took a great deal of time. The memory bugs on my homeworlds are very large and it takes a great deal of time to comb through their lattices – even for me. A-And then I had to decode the biology and I had to begin to make one without modifications or changes, which ... I had already adapted some of their muscular systems, and their nerve clusters for certain synaptic functions an-”
Lou cupped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. Every hellgaunt on the field froze in place, their collective breathing stopping as Bea trembled in his hands, her eyes wide as saucers. Her antennas snapped to full extension, then slowly drooped as she began to kiss him back. Her lower hands cupped the small of his back, and her upper arms slid along his shoulders as her wings began to buzz with growing excitement. But she was so light and Lou held her so tightly that she didn’t go anywhere.
He broke the kiss, whispering. “You ... are ... amazing.”
“I-I ... it’s just one, but ... I figured, I could m-make a population that was sustainable...”
“I had no idea they were so big...” Mother said, from the sidelines, her eyes still locked on the gestation pod.
“Y-Yeah ... we only saw them in photographs...” Lou coughed. “I guess we ... got the scale wrong.”
Beatrice smiled shyly. “Yeah.” She paused. “I-It doesn’t have ... um ... there’s ... there are nerve structures, logged in my memory banks, but ... t-the detail on them was too fine grained for me to get more than a very crude approximation of them – so, um, rather than trying to recreate them, I simply produced the genetic structure that grew them. But ... I believe those brain structures are where memories and personalities are stored, so...” she looked down. “T-This isn’t any of the Procyians I ... killed. But...”
“My wife, it is more than we could have ever dreamed of,” Lou whispered. He kissed her forehead and she looked down, her antennas quivering.
“I like it a great deal when you kiss my forehead.”
Lou glanced back – and saw Bosch frowning down at him. He became suddenly painfully aware that his wife was naked. “Ahem!” He said, glaring at Bosch. “My wife needs to get some clothing. Could you all please avert your eyes?”
“Right, of course,” Father said, his cheeks heating. And soon, Lou and Bea were unobserved by anyone but the hellgaunts, who were beginning to move again after their shocked stillness. In that quiet moment, Lou paused. Then he kissed Bea’s forehead. She smiled – and then a bump at his hip made Lou look down. A hellgaunt had come over, and was looking up at him with its newly enlarged eyes. Lou let out a playful sigh.
“Oh, if I must.”
He leaned down and kissed the hellgaunt on its forehead, right between the bony ridges.
“Eee!” Bea squeaked – and Lou yelped as the hellgaunts, as a mass, rushed towards him, bumping against him from every direction.
And yet, despite being surrounded by bladed horrors, Lou found himself laughing with joy.
“You know, it is possible to wear clothing that expresses yourself, and isn’t just a white, shapeless shift, right?”
With that single sentence, overheard while waiting in the hallway outside of his bedroom, Lou knew that Amy had ruined his life, his marriage, his dinner prospects, possibly the entire fate of the galaxy. His mind was filled with trying to hold a diplomatic dinner while his lovely wife sat around in a crop top that said THESE TITS KILL FASCISTS, piercings on everything that could be pierced, and a thong that actually left less to the imagination than simple nudity.
“That does explain Lou’s many coverings,” Beatrice said, wonderingly. “But his coverings lack arm and wing holes...”
“That is not an impossible problem to overcome, my dear mothgirl,” Amy said, cheerfully.
“I hear Lou’s heartbeat through the door,” Beatrice said. “I shall ask him.”
Lou had enough time to blink at that before the door opened and Beatrice stood before him. Naked. It was so bizarre how a change of context could utterly alter the seeming of his wife. It was one thing to see her naked in her natural environment of bug warrens and the eerie fields constructed by her hive mind. It was another to see her naked, here, in the country manor fabricated by his parents. There was a scandalous humanity to it, nevermind that she had four arms and antennas and wings. She smiled at him and buzzed her wings with a little fluttering sound. “Lou, what should I wear to the dinner engagement with your parents and Admiral Bosch?”
“Well, ah...” Lou blushed and looked away.
“Why are you looking away and moving blood to your cheeks?” Beatrice asked. “You have seen me naked before. The last time we were together, you-”
“Ah!” Lou blushed even harder. “I ... that is, uh, I believe that you should wear something ... well, uh, among the Neopolitans, we have a wide range of fashions, from the classical to the neo-classical to the reconstructionist era, to...”
“I do not know what any of those are,” she said, then paused. “Are you not looking at me because of your nightmare?” She sounded uncertain. “I thought- you did hug me, and that is how humans forgive, so, I thought...”
Lou blushed and forced himself to look her in the eyes – and to not look down at her ... the rest of her. “I ... am flustered because, ah, you’re naked, and Amy is right there and...” He closed his eyes and tried to break it down, simply. “There are taboos about being nude in public. Furthermore, there are taboos about engaging in and talking about sex while someone else is right there.”
“I mean, there are in the Star Kingdom,” Amy said, snickering. “AnComs are less prudish.”
Beatrice ducked her head forward, looking down at her naked body. “I see ... context has altered how you see me...” She paused. “I still do not know what to wear, though.” She sounded so plaintive and nervous. Lou sighed, taking his embarrassment and compacting it deeply down. He placed his hands upon her shoulders.
“Let us see what the fabricator can do with a Classical dress...” he said, firmly, then blushed and smiled as he walked past her to the fabricator in the corner of the room. Amy, who was leaning against the wall, watched him, then gaped as he began to bring up the sartorial program and tease out the design of a dark blue dress with pale white fringe along the edges, to accentuate the coloration of his wife’s current body.
“And ... and this ... this is Endless Song Echoing Upon the Depths.” Lou had never seen a Upkin diplomat in the flesh before, not since he had first set foot on Earth what felt like weeks but was in actuality years before. But he had seen them on the screen and read about them in book and he had rather foolishly thought that he had maybe gotten at least a fraction of what it was like. He had told himself that it wouldn’t be too shocking, if he mentally prepared himself. I’m really dumb...
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“This is decidedly unpleasant...” Beatrice groaned. Lou sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to let the headache that was filling his skull ease. But it was hard. The past three days, he had been doing nothing – not enjoying his lovely wife, not reclining in the idle comfort of pastoral life aboard an interstellar starship, not even trying to think about how he planned to handle resuming his normal duties as a prince once the lighthugger had reached the SOL system. No. Instead of...
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The mighty 22 year old lad flies into space and soaks up cosmic rays. He can feel his powers grow stronger, replenishing his superhuman abilities. Soon he will be fully recharged and can once again standvigil against the ever present criminals of Earth.Cosmic Kid mysteriously appeared one year ago. He has been defending humanity from the hideous acts of the world’s master criminals ever since. Despite being placed in the most dire of predicaments, theCosmic Kid always emerges in triumph. Scores...
Béla stepped out of her bedroom and faced her close-knit group of friends and lovers waiting to find out how Tanya was faring. They had plainly heard the sounds of lovemaking behind the closed door, and the horny group was all hoping to join in the fun, if Tanya was up to it, of course. “Frank and Tanya are sleeping here, tonight,” Béla informed them. “She needs to rest now. So, if you want to see her, you’ll have to wait ‘til morning.” Disappointed, but glad she was all right, everybody...
"Are you OK, honey?" Bill softly asked Susan. Susan was looking at Hanna with a slight smile. She wasn't sure exactly why she was smiling. It could be because of the wonderful, electric feelings that were careening through her body. She was so relaxed and felt so alive at the same time. The smile could be because she knew that she had a lifetime of these sensations to experience. The smile could be because her little sister would experience these feelings next. Susan's head languorously...
This chapter starts out in the early spring. Kim has moved away to live with her aunt in another state where she will have her baby that she gives up for adoption. It is spring break for John and me both. John is going away with his dad on a week long fishing trip. He and I stood in the driveway waiting for his dad to come out. “Janet you do know I would rather spend my spring break with you.” “But I could not tell my dad no on going on this fishing trip,” John explained as he stood there...
I opened the door and turned on the lights. I dragged the box into the room and closed the door behind me. First things first: I went around and replaced all the dead light bulbs. Then I carried my box into the room and surveyed the damage. For a suburban dungeon, it really was very impressive. The furniture looked well built and the whips and chains looked expensive. I got out my broom and started sweeping. After a few hours of sweeping, dusting and hosing, the place was starting to look...
Val felt it approaching. Sitting at his computer, next to his sleeping wife, Val's body was firming for the pending eruption. On the screen before him was the most beautiful ebony female – sucking a white cock while halfway through a Newport. He’d paused the video at the part where she’d managed to get her amazing glossed lips over the cork of her cigarette and the tip of the guy’s cock at the same time.The Nubian beauty made a tight seal around both, and was in the middle of the strongest part...
FetishChloe downed the remainder of her Red Stripe in one long pull and slipped away from the eclectic group gathered around the bon fire. The bass thrum of a boom box followed her up the beach, but the soporific sounds of the surf swallowed the reggae beat. The cloying aroma of hash was a bit more tenacious, though, and it carried on the humid sea scented air—a peaceful infusion that blended the edges of her being with the coming night like smudged charcoal under an artist's thumb. She didn't think...
Group SexJan had huge tits at a young age. She learned that the males loved big tits and she could use them for most anything she wanted. She grew up with her dad sucking her moms huge tits. He would lift the moms shirt and suck on her nipples anytime he felt like it. Her mom used her tits to get what she wanted from her dad. Jan did not realize how much her father hated the way her mom used her body for sex at her terms. When Jan was in high school her mom told her "Your dad knows the only way to my...
It was a thrill to find the swimming hole just as it had remained in my memory. A deep area below an outcropping of rock provided a great place for diving and oak trees populated its grassy banks making it shady and secluded. Even from the time I was little I tended to plan ahead so I didn’t just strip and dash into the water. Instead I looked for a distinguishing feature on the shore so I could find my clothes easily when I got out. Then I found it, a large gnarly tree with a huge burl that...
When the universe first had the spark of existence, the first inkling of anything more than total, unending nothingness, a rod was formed from the ashes of a lost world. Barely a few hundred billion atoms long, this rod held a power from the universe before; a power from a universe whose laws of physics were entirely different from the universe following. The rod was powerful. The atoms gluing it together were virtually indestructible. More than that, they held the power of creation, devised by...
FetishI swallowed nervously as Master greeted Dr. Johnson. I stood awkwardly trying to cover up my reddened tits and pussy, still stinging from the cat Master had used on me. Master slapped me hard on the ass and told me to greet the doctor properly. After I had, he told me to get some drinks ready and that he and the doctor needed to talk. I walked into the kitchen and prepared drinks for the men and set them on a tray. I carried it to the living room and approached my Master and the doctor. They...
BDSMIt was almost ten thirty when they finally reached their destination. For about the last hour, once the sun had definitely gone down, Sylvia had ridden in the front of the car, giving Danny directions to an old unused factory on the industrial side of town.Danny parked the limo next to the only other car, a black Porsche with darkened windows."Now when we're in there I want you to act subservient," instructed Sylvia."Don't worry honey," replied Danny with a smirk, patting Sylvia's thigh. "I'll...
No way back. I was working away for the weekend; the town was away off the beaten track so my choice of hotels was limited. I was giving direction to a small country hotel just outside the town. I parked up and went inside, behind the reception desk was an old lady, she flashed me a smile as I approached her, "can I help you" she asked, "I'm looking for a room for tonight" I replied, "that's no problem, we have plenty of room, we have themed rooms here, would you like any theme...
My wife Deanne and I have been together for ten years, married for eight, and have three wonderful k**s. We had always had a very satisfying sexual relationship, and got along in every way. When we had only been together a short time, I started to have fantasies about seeing her with another man, and later about seeing her with a black man. By the time we got married, I wanted to see her in an all-black breeding gangbang, though she knew nothing of this.I read a letter in a magazine about a...
Gideon lived in a decidedly classy part of town. As we approached his neighbourhood, the streets got wider, the houses larger. Hubert kept glancing out the back of the car, but he couldn't see anyone following us. Cyrus drove, and in the meantime called his brother on his cellphone to let him know we were on our way. I had time to realise that it was light outside. I'd completely lost track. The car trundled into a large U-shaped driveway, up to the main entrance of the large brick house...
‘Shh…’ is all she said before she rolled on top of me and kissed me. It was then that I knew where the expression ‘seeing stars’ had come from. Jeanie kissed me senseless. Her lips were ravenous as they attacked mine. She massaged my lips with hers until I opened up to give her access into my depths. Pushing her tongue through my open lips, she explored slowly, licked and sucked until she had stolen all my oxygen. Pulling away, we were both breathing hard. ‘Jeanie, you’re hurt right now, I...
Slowly Alan reached under the covers and began to gently massage the outer section of Hopix's breast that was crushed up against him. God! Alan thought she had felt soft before but this! I am going to go insane if this keeps up Alan thought I need to finish with this so Hopix and I can be alone for a while. Merlin was doing his best not to make a sound, he remembered the first time he'd seen and been with his Glimmer. The things he thought he knew about love were completely blown...
I was horny as hell. Had been all week. Today was no different. Even though I finger fucked myself the night before, all I could think about was relieving the tension. Sliding my jeans on in the morning had almost made me cum right there. The way the seam rode against my wet pussy? Delectable torture.It had been a long day at work and after a tormenting commute home (the only thing I wanted to do when stuck in traffic was to unzip my pants and finger my clit until I was screaming), I...
Gina lowered her hand once more with a small sense of disappointment. She was always the good student, but it meant little unless someone acknowledged it. Otherwise, how would she know she was performing up to par? Yet Ms. Hollis ignored her, instead asking questions of people that would struggle with the answers. She even dropped hints when they didn't get the answer quite right. She wondered if Ms. Hollis simply did not see her hand. Ms. Hollis had spent much of the class wandering among...
I woke early next morning with Jenny snoring softly on her back. My arm draped across her belly with the fingers of one hand resting on the gentle swell of her breast. Unconsciously, I toyed with the nipple, a plump stub of flesh that fascinated me until my mind suddenly allowed waves of guilt to wash over me. I groaned and closed my eyes as I realised how, despite the soul destroying scenes I'd witnessed at home, I'd fallen into the same trap. Jenny opened her eyes and placed her hand over...
Another one of my very very VERY true stories***After I left Romeo's house feeling mad as hell and seeing red, i knew i HAD to pay his ass back. As i was driving i had a memory that flashed across my brain. It was about 3 weeks ago when Romeo told me he invited his friend nicknamed Foo-Foo over his house. He explained to me that Foo Foo was just let out of jail and that he looked at him like an actual brother. "So when he comes over are we all having 'fun'?" I asked Romeo. "Hell no!" he...
CAUTION!!! This story has explicit sexual content. If you are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE! Or if stories involving forced crossdressing offend you, do not continue. Michelle's Story Book One: Falling, Smooth and Pink By Cindi Johnson, of Dallas Texas Part 1 Typical of lunch hour, the restaurant was crowded and noisy. Three young ladies sat in a booth in the back or the dining area, sipping coffee. They talked in hushed, earnest voices, as if the subject were of a...
Hello All, this is Yogesh. About me, I’m 27 and 5.6 tall. I should tell about paappu (obviously name changed) is our neighbor and our family friend. About her, wow.. she is early 30 and well structured (36-30-38). I never had the intention to make love with her, till she showed her cleavage. Her husband is a business man and travels a lot. They haven’t had sex for a long time that I came to know later. That is the reason I got a chance :) The story begins with cleavage. Early morning, our...
Athena Faris is a very sexy girl, but her stepmom, Marie McCray, just can not figure her out. She tells her girlfriend, Natasha Starr, that she suspects her stepdaughter might be into girls, but she is not sure. With her thick eastern european accent and her perfect body, Natasha goes upstairs and helps Athena discover her softer side. Natasha dives right in, playing with Athenas perky boobs and devouring her pussy. Athena might not be a lesbian but she sure loves getting her pussy eaten by...
xmoviesforyouClaire Belfield's husband, George, was in a sweat as he climbed the stairs in a brownstone on West 24th Street. He hated climbing stairs. Was she home or was she out? Maybe she wasn't home yet. He always liked it better when she was home. If she wasn't home he'd have to wait for her, and any time he spent alone in the building always unnerved him. He felt like an outsider, an interloper, even the smells from the various kitchens seemed totally strange to him. Now he arrived on the...
Der traditionsreiche Turnerverein St. Pauli 09 hat im Laufe vieler Jahrzehnte schon eine ganze Reihe Höhen und Tiefen mitgemacht und überstanden. Doch noch niemals in der langjährigen Vereinsgeschichte ist die finanzielle Lage so bedrohlich ernst gewesen wie heute. Immer im Schatten der größeren und wesentlich mitgliederstärkeren Turnervereine haben sich schon zu früheren Zeiten die Sponsorengelder nur sehr mühsam auftreiben lassen. Jetzt aber ist der Schuldenberg so rapide angewachsen, und...
Tuesday, April 12, 2005 (Continued) On the way to the car pick-up point, Donna found me and let me know she had a sports thing to do and she'd get a ride home from someone else. I saw Carol waiting at the usual place. You could see, even from a distance, that she was still very happy. It was good to see. And then she saw me and her visible happiness rose even higher. She rushed to me, and we walked back to our waiting spot with her attached to my arm. On the way we passed one of my soccer...
My Descent Into Subliminals – Chapter 7 – Tricia’s ImpregnationThe girls smiled at me and Beth said, “Are you ready to impregnate your niece?”“What’s that?” I said.Tricia ran up and hugged me.“Aunt Beth has agreed to let you father my c***d on one condition.” Said Tricia“Since you got to take my vaginal virginity, Aunt Beth is to receive my anal virginity” she stated.I said, “See Trish. I told you good things cum to those who wait. ““You and Beth go in the guest bedroom, I’ll make sure your...
I was just getting comfortable in my favorite recliner anticipating another exciting playoff game when my wife Laura called and asked me to do a favor for one of our friends. Before she gave me the details I said no, but quickly7 changed my mind when I heard what she wanted me to do. Seems our good friend Cindy was in a world of hurt with severe stomach pains and had called Laura at the hospital where she worked as a RN. Laura thought Cindy needed an enema and tried to find one of her...
Exhibitionismhttp://xhamster.com/videos/bitch-displays-her-ass-at-the-car-wash-upskirt-4375550 http://xhamster.com/videos/bending-exposed-ass-upskirt-1764652#mlrelated http://xhamster.com/videos/car-wash-upskirt-3090808 http://xhamster.com/videos/car-wash-upskirt-3090808#mlrelated http://xhamster.com/videos/bitch-displays-her-ass-at-the-car-wash-4798922 Very good these videos, many thanks for those who uploaded them, it also happened to me of to see a very good view like in these videos, in the car, with my...
Jessica was at a difficult age, a child with the blossoming body of a woman, a blue eyed pale skinned, blonde haired goddess/ child part latino part caucasian, she lived with her mother on the Carlos Menendez Plantation where James’s family had grown cotton for three generations. James tried everything to please Jessica but it was useless, he believed she hated him, It wasn’t his fault that Jessica’s father died or that her mother had married his father. James’ mother had died when he...
Last fall my wife Andrea and I were invited to spend a weekend with John at his cabin in Helen Georgia. When Andrea told me about this I asked her if it was actually going to be a weekend of me watching her and John having sex. She said yes, that she had actually called John and told him she wanted to go to Helen for a weekend of sex while I watched. She told me she knew he would agree because he loves fucking her. Thursday before we left I came home to find Andrea beginning to pack. She had on...
Student Nurse, Part 2: Lingerie Purchase Payoff Lois and Aline had experimented with the nurse’s uniform and the lingerie, so they knew their potential. Nearly transparent, the uniform showed her sexy undies quite well in most light. A slip and a lab coat gave her options to preserve modesty. After her last final, Lois returned to the dorm, showered and changed into her nursing uniform. She pulled the stockings up her legs and fastened them to a sturdy, white garter belt trimmed with lace. A...
My feeling of self-satisfaction and power lasted through the next day and on into the evening. I was, as I have said, pretty sure that I would never see Shannon again; but I was quite high on my feeling of accomplishment. I was sure that all who saw me could see the difference in me, that I carried myself with a masculine grace and assurance that I had never had before. My suspicion that I wouldn't see Shannon again was confirmed when she did not show up for class. Her absence made no...
Patriccio Parese, von allen nur Paco genannt, schaute in die Runde. Er war neu in der Großstadt und musste sich erst an die neue Umgebung gewöhnen. Mit der Landessprache hatte er zwar keine Probleme, aber es war vieles neu für ihn. Sein Onkel hatte ihn aus Italien nach Deutschland geschickt, um hier einen neuen Fernsehkanal aufzubauen. Geld stand ihm unbegrenzt zur Verfügung. ?Jetzt zeigt mir endlich, wenn welche Moderatorinnen für uns in Frage kommen.? Manuele zeigte ihm die Bilder der...
Here is a brief recap of a recent adventure for those that follow my stories. As you have probably read, recently in Jenny Confesses to Nick (written by Nick) and Jenny and Pam – Girls Night Out, our marriage has taken a different, interesting turn. Earlier in the day, Nick text to say that he wanted us to go out for dinner and more tonight. He ended the text message with, “Be prepared for anything!”I had butterflies of excitement for the rest of the day, wondering what Nick might have in mind...
CheatingIt wasn't until much later in the day as mum sat beside me holding my hand that I realised what had been staring me in the face all day and my heart sank.I knew I'd have to be very careful how I asked, so I suggested that we could go for a walk in the corridor."All right darling," she said quietly, "but you're still very weak so we can't be long."Just along the corridor from the ward, was a smoking room for patients only so we went in and sat down, mum lit two cigarettes up and handed one to...
IncestRalph, Walter, and Kelly are three accountants who are in their mid to late twenties. They are so much alike that many think they are brothers but they are not. They are all around five ten and one hundred seventy pounds, and they excercise and keep themselves very trim and fit. They have lived together since they were in college. They had come out to my place for a long weekend and to tell me they wanted to take a year long leave of absence to sail their boat around the world. The four of us...
GayFriends now I told u a story of 1st sexy encounter of Nidhi, a married lady aur uska hubby out of India hai. Yeh tab ki baat hai jab mein kisi office ke kaam se Siliguri Gaya tha. Darjiling siliguri ke paas hi ek sundar hill station hai jo apni vintage toy rain ke liye bhi jana jata hai. Actually mera reservation late hone ke karan mujhe Darjiling mein 7 din rookne ka mauka mil gaya. Meine pehle teen din Darjiling rookne ka progarm banaya, actually mein janta tha ki chhoti jagar hone ke karam...
I got up a moment later to get some tissue to clean up the mess, before it made stains all over the floor. With a few pieces of tissue, I reached under Spider to plug up any leak. The opening was almost gone. I cleaned up what I could, and it came to me, that she was holding all the sperm in, so they would go about their futile job. "Get up, Sweetheart. I want to get you into bed," I said mentally and verbally. She got up, unsteadily. I pulled down the covers on one side of the girl,...
On the first wet afternoon we had a bath together as foreplay for the lesbian sex we had tacitly agreed to. We have similar bodies, size 12, good legs, though Jan’s thighs are better than mine and are a real attention getter from men when she wears a short skirt and sits cross-legged in a bar. We regularly wax each other’s pubic hair and as she waxed mine I told Jan exactly what I wanted, “Nothing on the sides of my cunt lips, but a thin, long tuft above.” “I keep telling you have far too...
We had the very last seats in the theater. The lights went off and the movie began. A hand settled in my lap and I twitched a little. It took less than a second for Mitzuho to unzip my shorts and retrieve my limp organ. It jumped to life in her hand. It had taken me four months to get the vixen to go out with me. On our very first date, here she was, taking things to the next level. Never in my life would I have imagined something this wild from my innocent-looking Japanese beauty. 'We're...
Straight Sex(Conclusion) Sue was so successful in her new position as vice-president in charge of staff morale that she was given the penthouse suite that adjoined the one occupied by the Chief Financial Officer (CFO) of the firm. She knew instinctively that it was his penchant for anal coupling that had inspired him to such generosity. Fortunately for Sue, his wife was more concerned with the ready supply of gin and tonic than in his nocturnal fumbling with younger, submissive females. Everything was...
Month -4: Dolores had met Bob in the most mundane of ways: at the supermarket. Even as a non-rejuvenated grandmother, she could still get male attention, and they often sat down for coffee in the market's cafe. After she was rejuvenated, though, she did call him and said that much had changed. In their talks, she had learned about his earlier life on Wall Street, his loss of his wife, and his finding life in working with children. She met with him casually, and applied the neuralizer to...
Tamara 2092 After the many months of uncertainty and anxiety since Tamara had began her desperate exodus, it could only be a relief to finally arrive at the Broad Oak Refugee Centre just outside the Ashton Lovelock gated community. She'd have been naive if she'd imagined that her welcome would be especially warm simply because the government of the Republic of England had reluctantly and belatedly agreed to provide asylum for a nominal fraction of the many millions of refugees spilling...
Virginia stood before her tall mirror, flexing her favorite G-spot dildo, the odd-shaped knobby one, in and out of her tight-lipped vagina as she did her pectoral exercises and watched her expensively augmented and purple-titted jugs rise, tense, quiver and bulge out before they relaxed again, jiggling, nipples hard, pink incisions disappearing as they settled back. She smiled at her image and began on a hundred Kegel crunches, shuddering and closing her eyes as her vaginal muscles did their...
Chapter 1 The editor changes the letters! That's why I'm writing this here, they wouldn't publish a follow-up, and I'm so frustrated with them that I wanted people to know that the letters in that magazine aren't true. I wrote my letter the day after my adventure with my best friend, but when I read it in the magazine the editor had added that "Since then, every time I visit her she licks my pussy until I can't take it any more." I guess I should give you some background. You see my...
This has happened three weeks ago.Sasha, a good Russian chap, 19 years old, was romantically in love with me. He is a very honest decent boy from a good but not wealthy family. But he is only a common student of one Perm city high schools, so he has no prospects to marry me. And besides, I already have a bridegroom appointed by my dad. My dad, as I wrote already, is a bigwig of Russian business, tycoon and a real despot with his subservient persons. Often he behaves despotically with me too,...
On thursdays some of the lads & me go round the town, its what was called grab a granny night years gone by, anyway we started off at 9pm in the pubs chatting having a laugh & drinking we then more on to the night club, we had been inside about a hour, then I so a gang of about ten women when I looked harder I was surprised to see I know all of them from my job, I said to the mates I would be back in a minute, one lad said where are you going, I told them that, I know all then I just...
I was trimming around the gardens when Mr. Newburger came out and beckoned to me. I walked over, trying not to smile. I had made a cuckold of him a half-dozen times with his trophy wife, who was one hot fuck, but I had only met him once before. He stuck out his hand and said, “Need a favor.” I waited. “My ex is getting married and sent me my kid. Might be permanent, damn it, lawyers are working on it. Anyhow, she can’t drive and I ain’t gonna haul her ass around.” I nodded. “So you willing to...
First TimeYou are very nervous: this is the first time you take part in a bukkake. It has been one of your fantasies for quite some time, but it is also one of the few things you have never dared tell your wife about. Certainly, this secrecy made things more complicated, but after a few aborted attempts, you have successfully joined the bukkake "team" today. You don't know anybody from the "team", but thanks to Internet nowadays, it hadn't be that hard to find a group organizing such meetings in your...
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