Friends Helping Friends; Quarrels Over Arm Candy

"She's pregnant!" Tigra exclaimed.

James looked at the expression on Jangle's face as the teenager's hand instinctively caressed her flat belly. A look of incredulity and confusion squirmed across the young Ligreon's soft lips as realization dawned on her. It was at that moment when James thought the nubile girl's emotions had peaked in both joy and dread that he pulled Tigra away from the xeno-stud and into the arms of her Master. "You both are." James told the **** woman. Tigra, being used to getting told by her master that her collar was reading the life signs of a viable embryo before she had had a period to miss. This was different. Those had all been xenos children. Ligreons bred with Buck or a half dozen other studs of quality stock that Michael Fujiwara had chosen to breed Tigra with before James had rescued her by taking Tigra as his pet, then later, his wife.

This child growing inside of her was going to be a human. The baby she was about to have was going to be one of The Master Race. Tigra's smile radiated joy and affection for the man who had taken her to wife and gave him a kiss of pure devotion and love. As much as she regretted Buck having to watch her, she knew that he would understand. Buck was a common ****, James was her Master.

James enjoyed the taste of his wives’ lips, made all the sweeter by the knowledge that his children were growing inside of them. He could hardly believe it himself. Even though he had willfully inseminated them with semen enhanced with the UltraSperm gene-module, and he had gotten the confirmation from the nanoware monitors controlled via their wedding bracelets. James was having trouble accepting that he had actually gone through with it.

James had never sired children on purpose before. After he had gotten one of Sydney's handmaids pregnant, Michael had threatened to take away the young man's seraphim and make him perform his term of service in the Federal Navy as a common spaceman. Sydney's parents had insisted on keeping the child and raising the girl in the old way. To James's knowledge, Kayla Myers was growing up to be a happy young girl who liked drawing, tea parties, and training Gram-Gram and Pop-Pop's xenos to do tricks.

"When did you...?" Jangles asked weakly.

"Our first night aboard. After we departed Neosaka" Reagan answered the teenage xeno-wife.

"I am honored. Really. This is fantastic." Jangles reached out and grasped for her mother's hand. "Mommy."

Tigra held her oldest daughter's hand and squeezed it to reassure her. "It is alright baby. Bringing children into the world for our duty, and there is no greater honor than carrying a human life to term and bringing it into this world." Tigra said as she once again passionately kissed her owner. "Thank you, Master." Kiss. "Thank you, Master." kiss. "I love you." kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you Master."

James, still high on green milk, let out a giddy laugh as he smiled like an idiot. His hands were fondling the breasts of mother and daughter when James's beloved cleared her throat. "About the carrying to term part. Jimmybear, do you want to explain it or should I?" Reagan said.

James shrugged before leading his xeno-wives over to sit on the couch with Reagan and himself. "It is your science experiment." At the mention of the words 'science experiment' Jangles curled into a ball and hugged James and begged in whispers to not get experimented on. "It is alright sweetie. No one is going to hurt you or experiment on you. Reagan just wants to help your baby. Isn't that right Coop?" James said using her pet name for the xeno-sculptor.

Reagan pulled up a series of gene module schematics and charts of bio-chemical cascades. "One of the big Holy Grails of gene-crafting has been finding a way to produce a natural human psionic. Blunt **** grafting the genes to grow any kind of ESPer node into the human germline has for far been unsuccessful. The best we have been able to manage is to transplant living psi-glands from naturally psionic xenos into a human.

"The answer is intosynergation. By transplanting the embro into a sufficiently genolastic uterine system that is properly catalyzed for nucleic recombination into novelized forms that retain adherence to the Victrian Protocols.

"The trick was taking advantage of bio-diversity." Reagan changed the images to show a picture of a bunch of grape-like fruits with geno-module specs detailing how they react with Dranza metabolisms. "Flowers and bees are fine by themselves, but get them together and you get honey." Reagan showed images of a blonde and brunette Dranza being **** fed berries. "The berries will enable the Dranza to process and incorporate psionic DNA into their zygotic sequencers." The image cut to the two Dranza being taken from behind by the Amarlean psionic studs. "Once we transplant your babies into the Dranza, their berry enhanced reproductive system will try to form a stable hybridized form between a Dranza, Human, and Amarlean. I am confident that with just a little bit of bio-nanonic intervention as the children gestate that all three babies will be the first natural born psionics humanity has ever produced." Reagan said proudly.

"Three babies?" Tigra asked.

"You are having twins." James told her.

Tigra looked nervously at James as she clutched her belly. Twins. "You are sure that this is safe?" Tigra asked.

James hesitated. "It is safe for you. Reagan is confident that whatever complications that might arise are manageable. I know it is a risk, but this voyage is a risk. We are out here to chart the unknown and push the boundaries of knowledge." And perform experiments on behalf of the house and company which would be of questionable legality in The Core or The Rim, but Tigra did not need to know that, nor did she want to hear it.

“This is not something we are doing on impulse.” Reagan snapped at the mongrel. Reagan took a deep breath and remembered that, for whatever reason, her James was overly fond of and deeply affectionate towards this piece of gutter trash and her first born. Jangles he understood, James had raised her from the time that she was a kitten. The man had groomed the Ligreon from birth, it was natural to develop an attachment under those circumstances. Tigra was just so…ordinary. The xeno-slut looked good for her age, but ‘for her age’ were the operative words. No one knew how old Tigra was, but if she had not already hit forty, the xeno-cunt was closing in on it. Reagan’s tone turned hard and icy. “This is my life’s work. Lord Michael and I have been working on this project for years. Do you doubt my capabilities? Are you questioning my bio-engineering skills?”

“No! Of course not!” Tigra exclaimed. The Ligreon woman slipped from James’s arms and kowtowed to the human woman. Tigra felt Reagan’s toes pressed on her lips as she begged “Forgive this one. This **** only wishes to serve Mankind’s eternal glory. No xeno would challenge the superiority of Terra’s children.” The Ligreon **** woman said. Tigra hoped the correct combination of platitudes and Retributor dogma would cool Mistress Reagan’s hot temper.

“That is right. What would a xeno-c…a xeno like you know about…”Reagan’s words were cut off by the executive officer’s ringtone.

“Wall screen.” James answered the call. “Sup Syd?” The captain said to his old friend. “This is a social call I presume?”

“You presume correct. Mycroft has the watch with BGT. I was telling my better half about your special transplanting tonight and when Amandla heard the details she wanted to know, well if you had already gone through with it, and if not, could zhe, that is could we perform the embropositing?” Sydney enjoyed the look on zer friend’s face. “Oh what? You know Caplanists are extensive with our modifications.”

“Yeah. But. How did they make that one protocol compliant? What did someone mate a Dranza with a Vyraxis to…”

“I do not know all the technical details.” Sydney said. “But I have done it before, and it is a lot of fun. I would have asked before, but I assumed that you were using some sort of special Vyraxis breed.”

“Nothing special. Just a standard Dominatrix breed pattern. Honestly, if you are offering, I would prefer the human touch. The less xeno-DNA involved in the process, the less pruning I will have to do with the gene-forge later.” Reagan said.

“Great! Amandla is excited. We both are. This is a momentous achievement in bio-molecular engineering. Can you imagine it? Human beings becoming a psionic race?” Sydney asked.

“True Homo Superior.” Reagan said.

“““True Homo Superior.””” James and Sydney said in unison. Sydney cleared her throat and continued to say “I will let Amandla know the good news and we will be over once I get the chance to shower and change.” Sydney waved as she signed off.

“With as long as it takes the two of them to get ready.” Reagan said as she wrapped her arms around James, pushing the teenage xeno-cunt out of the way in the process, and gave her beloved James a kiss. “We should find something to entertain ourselves with while we wait.” Reagan’s gaze fell upon Buck. The Ligreon male had the typical dumb expression one would expect on a xeno-stud waiting to be told what to do. Reagan gave James a mischievous look which communicated her intentions to her lover. James hesitated for a moment before giving Reagan a nod of consent.

Reagan slipped out of James’s arms and pulled Tigra to her knees so that the Ligreon could watch. “Tell me, Buck, was it? Tell me Buck. Have you ever fucked a human woman?” Reagan’s manicured nails began to tease the xeno’s scrotum. “How would you like to show me how you made Jangles, ****?”

Buck looked to his owner in disbelief. Buck knew of xeno-studs and xeno-bois who had been called upon to provide comfort and pleasure for human women, he had even heard of human women who would create human children with xeno fathers, but those were things that happened to other xenos. The idea that a human woman would honor him in such away, especially a human woman who was in a committed relationship with his Master, was beyond his belief.

James laughed at the confusion and fear that covered the xeno-stud’s face. “Go on and tell her the truth. It is alright, boy. Reagan and I have an understanding. All you need to know is that it is your duty to serve and obey her as you would me.”

With that clarified, Buck answered the question as he was shoved him onto the performance cushion by the petite human woman. “No, Mistress. I have never had the pleasure of knowing the love of a human woman. I. I. exist to serve The Master Race.”

James led his two xeno wives to a nearby couch and pulled them to his sides so that he might snuggle between them as he watched Reagan fuck. James directed Tigra’s hand to stroke his cock while Jangles laid her head down on her owner-husband’s lap. “Watch.” he commanded them as Reagan mounted the Ligreon **** reverse cowgirl.

Reagan slipped her dress off as her delicate fingers toyed with the Ligreon’s cock. At the touch of the human woman, Buck’s cock engorged. The xeno-cock primed for insertion, Reagan turned her back on the ****’s face as she straddled the fuck-shaft. Reagan smiled as she watched her Man enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing up and down as she gyrated atop the ****’s breeding stick. “Ohh yeah. You like that. Don’t you?” Reagan said. Buck, presuming that the human was talking to him, attempted to place his hand on Reagan’s waist only to have his rough, calloused paw swatted away.

“I am going to make a pair of xeno-sluts. Twin Ligreon girls. Do you like the sound of that, babe?” Reagan asked. James nodded. “I am going to do it. I am going to breed you a pair of kittens for you to raise. You want that? You want to own two of my daughters? You want to enslave my little girls?”

“Oh Fuck Yeah!” James said as streams of white fluid splashed across Reagan’s tits. The woman’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body tightened up in a fit of spasms as an ecstatic orgasm surged across her skin. The aroma of human arousal was too much for Buck, causing the Ligreon’s seed to fill Reagan’s state of the art uterus where her bio-nanonics went to work customizing the lifeforms she would bring into this world. She imagined the two Ligreon **** girls she wanted to grow and focused her mind on creating a pair of xeno-pussies that would make James forget all about that dried out gutter slut and her spoiled brat.

***

For any Caplanist couple, getting ready for an evening out was an involved and ritualized process. The Executive Officer stripped off zer uniform as the Chief of Security removed zer grid-morpher. Amandla’s Symix slid off of zer body and pooled at zer feet before the xeno-slime pulled itself into the shape of a androgynous youth. The Symix genuflected with liquid grace and kissed its owner’s feet before slithering off to the bathroom. Naked, the married couple held one another kissed, letting their Fonts of Holy Seed extend to their full lengths. The two lovers wrapped their prehensile phalluses around one another and generated rippling vibrations with precision control of their muscles, pleasuring one another as they shared a kiss.

Hand in hand, the couple entered the bathroom, their shower was warmed up and waiting for them. Their xeno attendants veiled behind the steam trapped within the shower’s **** field. As the water began to pour down upon the pair of trans, two boys, two girls, and the symix began to scrub and lather their masters. The xenos would lick their Masters’ skin before they would scrub their bodies with Product. The symix used its body to remove every mote of grime from every pore on the humans’ bodies. The two beloved bound in the matrimonial sacrament of Holy Co-Dominion looked one another in the eyes as they washed each other’s transcendent bodies with at least as much care, devotion, and affection as any xenos would have shown. Sydney let out a sigh as zer beloved turned zer around and cupped the commander’s breasts. Sydney moaned as Amandla’s font slithered up the zer Co-Dom’s creamy thigh, caressing and teasing between where the sun did not shine, but where many xenos’ tongues had licked.

The couple left the shower, the **** field drying them as they stepped through it. The pair sat down in their salon stations and let the combinations of A.I. controlled effector fields and xeno stylists do their hair, nails, and makeup. Amandla waited for Sydney to finish before both stood up and let their slaves cover their bodies with a coat of oil before the xenos began to anoint their owners with sacramental glyphs and symbolic body art.

Once their bodies were properly decorated, the xenos adorned the humans with a variety of elaborate and decorative bracelets, chokers, body chains and other pieces of jewelry that concealed a series of hardlight projectors. The effect was the appearance of wearing little more than a bikini made of gossamer and mist.

Sydney felt herself grow slightly tense as the Spinchinko was brought out. It should not matter who is taking the lead on any given night, but as the top-shaped container came to a stop with the compartment marked with small star facing zer and the compartment with the large crescent leaning towards Amandla, Sydney had to hold back a sigh as zhe wished that, just this night, zhe could be the one taking the lead and Amandla could be the one expected to be meek. The XO of the mighty starship remembered the words of zer Consultari, “It is when you have faith in the love you share with your Co-Dom that you will find that love most pure and your faith most rewarded.”the bearded trans would have told zer. Sydney opened the box compartment with the septum ring and placed it between zer spouse's nostrils before allowing Amandla to attach the stud to zer nose.

“Valyria!” Amandla called out, the Symix slithered up to its owner and prostrated itself. “Prepare a nice lasagna and change yourself into a she. Full internals. If our captain wants to knock you up I am not going to be the one to tell him that my Symix did not have her internal organs prepared for his seed.” Amandla commanded. “Speaking of children. Grab three of the eggs you molted in your last spawning.”

“As you command, Master.” The xeno-slime said as it slinked off, its bosom filling out and hips widening as it moved.

The Caplanist couple having been ritually cleansed by their xenos and one another in the shower, anointed with tasteful makeup and body-art, adorned with their decorative hardlight projectors, chosen which of them would wear the chaku this evening, and ordered an appropriate casserole prepared. All that was left was for the spouses to select a xeno attendant.

The couple's harem was in an uproar. The four armed Garex named Zhahla had a Ligreon and a Knavar in a headlock with her lower arms as her upper arms were engaged in fighting off an attack by an Amarlean girl who was sitting on her tail as she used her arms and legs to pummel the Garex female as the crowd cheered them on. Zhahla fluttered her wings in desperation when someone noticed the presence of the humans and let out a shriek.

All at once, the fighting stopped and the collared xeno concubines all lined up with their hands behind their backs with their eyes cast down.

“I am not sure I want to know.” Amandla said. “It is my job to keep the peace on this ship and I find my own chattel fighting amongst itself? I will get to the bottom of this and at least one of you is heading to the gene-forge for a synaptic rewiring, but that is tomorrow’s problem. For now I will just say this. If I ever, ever walk in on a scene like this again, then I will requisition a pair of Vyraxis Dominatrixes who will make sure that all of you are well behaved. Is that understood?” Amandla said.

“““Yes, Master.””” The harem slaves said in unison.

“Excellent.” Amandla said before walking over to an unassuming Dranza with red hair and a pet’s tag.

“No!” Sydney said in the sharp tone she used to give orders on the bridge. “Trust me. I know that you are wearing it tonight. You are the boss once we leave our home. But right now. I am telling you. I am NOT GOING if you insist on bringing her.” Sydney said, pointing to the Dranza. “I know that she was your first. I know that you never owned your own xeno before your Shogun’s Gift and that she is special to you. Which is all the more reason why you need to keep her in here while onboard. That pet’s tag is not going to protect her from our captain's zealous hatred for the greenies, oh DO NOT give me that look, you knew I was raised as a Retributor. And that is another thing. Do you really think that Arwen is going to want to see a sacracution?”

Amandla sighed. Zhe would not want to fight with zer spouse over this under normal circumstances, now especially it was important to be the logos loci. “You are right.” The dusky skinned security chief said to the beautiful transcendent ze had married. “A sacracution is not a good place for Arwen.” Zhe turned to zer oldest ****. “I am sorry girl, but Sydney is right. I know how much you wanted to see the gardens for yourself, but tonight really is not the night. You understand of course.” Amandla said, the tone indicating that the last sentence was not a question unmistakable.

“Of course, Master. Master Sydney is correct. I am in no hurry to watch that particular Retributor sacrament.” The redheaded Dranza said. “I am sure that Zhahla and Rosie would be far more impressive.”

At the mention of her name, the Garex female felt her skin prickle with goosebumps, her wings fluttering as she noticed the eyes of Master Sydney upon her. “I could not agree more. If she has all of this aggression that she feels the need to fight her sisters and brothers, then perhaps Zhalha would enjoy standing on the line for her Master at tonight’s sacracution.” Sydney said.

The four armed xeno-dragon felt her throat tighten as a ball of lead seemed to suddenly appear in her stomach. “I live to serve the will of The Masters. I will gladly fight for your pleasure and die for your honor. Master Sydney.” Zhalha said.

“Wonderful.” Sydney said before turning zer attention towards the Egaz **** girl. “Oh she is perfect. James loves playing with xenos that can remember an undomesticated life.” The six and a half foot tall human turned zer stared into the eyes of the four and a half foot tall xeno. “How many Terran-standard years were you when Mankind domesticated you?” Sydney asked the xeno-dwarf. Sydney extended zer phallus through the shimmering gossamer skirk that concealed zer crotch region and stroked the red skinned concubine with zer holy font.

“Two hundred and fourteen. Master.” The Egaz answered, her four eyes staring widely at the fuck shaft caressing her cheek.

“And how many years have you known your place and served your purpose?” Sydney asked as ze slid zer font down the young Egaz’s cheek to toy and play with the girl’s lips before stroking the other cheek.

“Three years. Three years since my ship was boarded and its crew converted.” The Egaz answered.

“Just marvelous.” Sydney kissed zer beloved Co-Dom and snuggled against zer strong yet gentle body. “The pair will be excellent conversation pieces for after we fuck my best friend’s wives. Don’t you agree, Lala?” Sydney knew that zer spouse always gave in when ze used zer pet name for the big, tough, space marine that ze had married.

“When my Co-Dom is happy, I am happy.” Amandla said to zer spouse. A few more kisses and a long passionate embrace later and the pair stood looking deeply into one another’s eyes as they snapped their fingers in unison. The A.I.s in Zhalha and Rosie’s collars extended their leashes into the hands of the slaves’ owners. The two humans and two xenos walked towards their quarters’s teleportal where Valyria was waiting for them with a steaming hot lasagna. The Symix handed Amandla the pasta dish as she merged herself into and onto her owner. Amandla felt a sense of relief once again bonded to zer symbiote. Other than in Sydney’s arms, Amandla only truly felt whole while wearing zer Symix. Valyria had become as much a part of zer as zer arms, legs, or font. And when zhe wore activated the morpher and the pair of them connected to the infinite power of The Grid, those were moments when Amandla felt truly invincible.

“Is that really necessary?” Sydney asked as Amandla attached zer grid-morpher to zer belt. “I am not sure if it is appropriate to wear a…”

“Even off duty, I am chief of security. There are regulations.” Amandla argued. Technically, the security chief was correct, if you ignored the fact that those regulations were written by the chief zerself. “I just would hate to think that someone might get hurt because I could not morph.”

Sydney did want to have this fight. Zhe had been reading a lot of articles and consulting with the medical A.I.s and was convinced that Amandla was showing signs of grid addiction.

This however, was not the time. This time for a nice dinner with old friends. “I understand how you feel.” Sydney said. “Come on.” The first officer gave zer beloved’s hand a squeeze before requesting access to The Captain’s Lounge.