Pressuring Less Than Peers

Nemesis was suspended in the air with a spear running through her torso. The dehumanized Dranza could feel the effector fields holding her up as they pulled her bloody and broken body into new stress positions. The crowd cheered at her pain and applauded her tormentor. The freakish primate gave the audience a bow before the cat wearing the ridiculous hat asked her executioner if she ought to live or die.

The impaled Dranza looked up to see that in anticipation, the corvids were gathering. Nemesis had never given much thought to Uplifts before. She knew through her lessons that humanity were not the only children of Terra to survive the collapse of their homeworld’s ecosystem. The black feathered birds that now pick and nibble at the severed limbs and dead bodies of the fallen gladiators were eying the woman intently. Their avian heads bobbing as they waited to hear what James would decide.

James Fujiwara was tempted to give the Dranza to the avians. Despite reassurances from his Crow and Raven friends that while they appreciated being included in the sacracution and felt honored by their vital role in the ceremony, they really did not care whether or not they ate the Dranza. “It is not like we can’t order our own.” his friend Krofth had told James once when he had asked about the subject over a game of chess. “What matters is that you humans remember that we all have a common ancestor. That we all left Earth together, that we all stand against the alien hordes together.”

James had this in the back of his mind when he picked up an axe and cleaved the impaled Dranza’s tail off with a single smoothe swing of the primaeval weapon. The crowd cheered as the Dranza cried out in pain. “The crows can have this. She won’t be needing it.” The crowd laughed and clapped as James pulled the spear out of the Dranza’s abdomen and let her scaly body fall into the pool of blood beneath her.

James took the cane from the emcee. James was about to activate the micro-geneforge built into the sacracution cane when he got an idea. “Lrgo Cloverlin.” James said as he looked up towards the supplicant.

The Vreebach had felt as if he had been under a spell and the sound of his name snapped him back to reality. Lrgo had been so overwhelmed by the strange and violent ritual that he could not make up his mind whether he was thrilled or horrified by the display of visceral carnage. Self reflection was put on hold as the arboreal xeno realized that everyone in the theater was looking at him. Self consciousness was a new concept for the recently humanized Vreebach. “Yes. You.” James said. “Come on down.” James gestured for the xeno to descend stairs towards the arena. Lrgo looked at his wife, but Taxala seemed as bewildered and confused as her husband felt.

“Go on Dad!” Sasha said. “You can’t keep our lord and everyone else waiting.” The young Vreebach said. It was at that point that the assembled humans and their xenos began to chant his name. The peer pressure was too much and Lrgo sheepishly made his way down into the fighting pit as the malmetal formed a staircase for him to descend.

The crowd cheered as the exotic grass covered xeno was about to kneel to James when the Fujiwara lord placed his hands upon the alien’s shoulders and told him “That is not necessary. You are property of The Shogun and we are honored to enjoy Her presence through you.” James wrapped an arm around the xeno supplicant and handed him the cane. “Would you do the honors?” James asked. The crowd clapped and cheered at this interesting turn of events. Up in the stands Taxala looked down nervously as her daughters Lylar and Sasha cheered their father on. Taxala was taken aback when the Vreebach woman realized that the human boy had trained her daughters to kiss him on command. Akihiro would simply caress the girl’s cheek with his nose and Lylar or Sasha would turn and display their affection for the young man with their mouth and tongue. The girls were far from shy with how they fondled and explored Linda’s breeding studs when they were not commanding the attention of their human boyfriend.

Taxala turned away from her girls and looked down at her husband. The Vreebach woman felt a hand on her grass coat just behind her scapulae. “There there.” Linda said as she began to knead and scratch Taxala’s shoulders. It was only as she felt the human woman working her muscles that the Vreebach mother of nineteen realized how humanoid bodies hold tension behind their shoulders and how good it felt when someone, especially a beautiful strong human warrior woman, released it. “Just try to relax. I know it is all overwhelming, but you are safe here. Everything is fine. You can trust me.” Linda’s words sank into Taxala’s NOXET saturated bones and became solid truth. Taxala could not help but trust this woman who had shown her and her family such kindness.

The crowd was silent as Lrgo hesitated. He looked at the cane for a moment trying to figure out what the trick was, but when he realized that everyone was waiting for him, Lrgo took the cane to the roar of the crowd. “Excellent.” James said, patting the Vreebach on the back. “Now just point the micro-forge at the Dranza like this and press that button there.” James said, helping the befuddled xeno. James nodded encouragingly as Lrgo pressed the button and a stream of energy shot out of the cane and bathed the Dranza in light. “Good boy!” James said, scratching Lrgo’s green coat.

Nemesis felt as if her blood had turned to acid as the effector fields and nano-particles began the work of changing her back to the svelte, pretty, humanized, NOXET addled girl the Dranza had been bred to be. The fact that she had a few hundred kilograms of mass to lose was what saved her life as the miniature quantum-geneforge twisted the broken and bleeding lizard creature back into a raven haired beauty without a blemish upon her perfect, soft, green skin.

The light dissipated and the raven haired Dranza girl looked up at the Vreebach, the Ligreon emcee, and her Master with abject terror. The Dranza remembered everything. It was like a fever dream. The experience of becoming her primal form, of feeling herself unrestrained by NOXET, was like a hallucination. She knew that it had happened. Knew that she had been driven mad by the waiting. Knew that she had fantasized about killing her Master. The Dranza could still taste the warm living flesh of the people that she had maimed and murdered in her insane hunger. She also knew that her Master had slapped some sense into her. Her owner had shown her in no uncertain terms why Humans ruled and Dranza served. Only after teaching her this valuable lesson was The Dranza allowed to once again feel the ecstatic bliss of NOXET swimming through her blood.

“Master.” The Dranza alpha who had once had the absurd audacity to call herself Nemesis. “Please.” She said crawling over to kiss the hem of his pants. “Forgive me.” The girl said sobbing.

“Oh sweetie.” James said in a soft, gentle baritone as he lifted her chin to meet her gaze. “I can never forgive you. Not because of what you have done, but because of what you are. You only exist to be punished. Do you understand?” James sweetly asked the girl.

“Yes. I understand. That thing. The creature I was, the creatures The Dranza were. They. I. We. Oh Master…” The girl started to sob uncontrollably. “I am so sorry!” She said as she broke down crying.

“I know, sweetie. I know you are sorry. I know that you want to be a good girl. Isn’t that right?” James said as he helped the naked green skinned eighteen year old virgin xeno girl to her knees. The Dranza nodded enthusiastically. “Good girl.” James said, stroking the Dranza’s cheek.

As Lrgo Cloverlin watched the ship’s captain and lord cooing at the humanized Dranza, the Vreebach could not help but notice that the way he had called the green **** a ‘good girl’ was the very similar to the tone the human had used when he had called the supplicant a ‘good boy.’ He did not have time to think about it as he found James’s hand grasping him by the pelt and pulling on his back grass. “You will serve me by serving him.” James said pushing the Vreebach forward so that his crotch was in the raven haired Dranza’s face. “You will worship this Vreebach as you would worship any human. You will fulfill his every desire and you will bear him many children. Do you understand, xeno?” James smiled as he watched comprehension blossom across the Dranza’s face.

For all of the hunger, casual ****, and outright vindictive torment the Dranza experienced at the hands of The Master Race, the xenos took satisfaction from knowing that they were doing what they were supposed to do. NOXET made serving the needs, wants, and desires of mankind completely fulfilling. NOXET made belonging to a human feel right. When the Dranza realized that she belonged to an alien, that she was a xeno’s xeno, it made her feel like the air had frozen in her lungs. The Dranza became overwhelmed with a cold crushing sensation accompanied by feelings of pure terror which she knew from her engrams to be indicative of an anxiety attack.

The Dranza looked up at the Vreebach who now owned her. She felt no excitement, no sense of connection and belonging, no rush of oneness with the cosmos that a xenos usually experienced when gazing upon the one to whom they belonged. The Dranza looked up at her new master and felt nothing. Nothing but uncertainty and helplessness. “Yes, master. I understand.” The Dranza said.

Lrgo looked down at the dainty young green skinned girl that he now apparently owned with hesitancy and confusion. “My. Captain. I. I appreciate this gesture. But I am married. And…”

James cut him off with a slap on the back. “I have two wives myself. I know how they can get.” James put his arm around the Vreebach and led him towards the exit. “But it is not like fucking a Dranza is cheating any more than your wife would be cheating if she used a vibrator while you were busy.”

“What is a vibrator?” Lrgo asked before he realized that he was not entirely sure where the captain was leading him, only that it was out of the arena and into the gardens.

James laughed at the question. “My point is.” James gave the Dranza girl a gentle shove. “It is wrong to treat the Dranza like they are people. They are a disposable race. They are supposed to be treated like things to be used up and discarded.”

The crowd dispersed itself around The Captain’s Lounge. Crewmen, officers, specialists, and their families enjoyed music and dancing as they gathered around the various nooks, alcoves, gazebos, and other lounging areas for a light orgy before calling it an evening.

Lrgo watched as the humans would summon over the scantily clad concubines with a gesture. Though the majority of the sex slaves were women, more than a few of the xenos were males of either the hunky or dainty persuasion. Lrgo watched as the humans casually and without foreplay would advance upon the xenos of their desire and take possession of the beautiful creatures. All of the pleasure slaves were well trained and took the affections of the human crew in stride. Though most of the orgiasts were happy to enjoy themselves in public under the starry holographic sky. The more bashful and less exhibitionist of the revelers would take their chosen playmates to one of the guest bedrooms adjacent to the public spa. James led the Vreebach and the Dranza to a collection of love seats around a fire pit where the ship’s chief human psionic was having their scalp oiled by a Schar that was as androgynous as the human they were massaging. “Gatch.” James called out. The bald psionic looked up at the approaching trio. “What are the pronouns today?”

Lt. Sam Gatch stood up and flared their psi-gem a bright yellow orange color with splashes of blue. “I woke up as Samuel this morning.” The psionic said. Unlike Caplanists who tried to embody masculinity and femininity at the same time, Lokurians like Gatch believed in experiencing the two ends of the gender spectrum separately and would transition between the sexes. James was not entirely sure if Gatch consciously controlled their transitions or if every morning Gatch woke up with a surprise. James had learned that Gatch enjoyed it when people had to ask whether or not they were talking to Samuel or Samantha. “Who is your Vreebach friend?” The androgyne asked as Lrgo felt the tingling sensation that accompanied being psychically probed.

“Doctor Cloverlin here is the proud owner of this lightly used, fully refurbished, Verda cunt.” James said, giving the Raven haired green girl a hard shove. “But I think our supplicant is having some. Issues. I think he thinks that fucking a Dranza is cheating.” Gatch began to laugh, James joined in, and Lrgo experienced a strange new emotion which he would later learn was embarrassment. “I know, but I can hardly blame him, ‘the ways of the alien…’ and all that. But I thought you could help, give our man here a little psi-job to get the ball rolling, you know what I mean.”

Lrgo Cloverlin saw the bald human flash him a predatory grin before he felt it. The Vreebach biologist had read that his new humanized form had something called a prostate that was related to sexual arousal, but that had not prepared the supplicant for the moment when the human psionic used his telekinesis to reach inside of the man and tickle the inside of his asshole while gripping and stroking Lrgo’s humanized cock.

James watched as the Vreebach supplicant began to shudder and emit awkward moans of pleasure as his shaft grew erect. The ship’s captain grabbed the raven haired Dranza girl by her slender wrist and placed her delicate fingers around the man’s cock. Lrgo saw the look of discomfort on the girl’s face but before he could say anything, James commanded the Dranza to “Assume the position, Verda cunt. I want you to give this man a litter of little Vreebachs. You and your wife, how many children do you have?” James asked Lrgo.

“Nineteen, My lord. Fifteen of them are aboard this vessel.” Lrgo said as he watched the Dranza girl bend over and spread her legs. The raven haired girl held onto the couch and looked out at all of the humans enjoying themselves and tried to imagine that it was one of them who was about to take her virginity.

“Come my friend.” James said, gesturing the Vreebach man over with one hand as James used his other hand to fondle and probe the Dranza girl’s warm, wet, tight, pussy. “Let’s make that number twenty three.”

“But my lord I…”

“Do not trouble yourself with their costs and rearing. I will be more than happy to raise them as part of my family if you and your wife do not wish to lay claim upon them.” James reassured Lrgo as the Vreebach man grabbed his Dranza by her hips. Something inside of Lrgo made him want to strike the green skinned girls gluteal muscles and was surprised by how delightful he found the noise his fingers made when he slapped the girl’s ass. James heard someone growling a moment before the Dranza girl let out the painful yelp of being penetrated.

James watched for a few minutes as the Vreebach had his savage way with the Dranza. His hands moved about grabbing the eighteen year old girl by her slender shoulders, her long dark hair, her ample perky breasts, and even her long slender throat before the man sat down on the couch and made his **** girl ride him reverse cowgirl. “I trust we will be in touch.” James said. “Thank you again for coming out tonight. We really do appreciate all that you have done for us.” James turned to the bald psionic who called over a second Schar to give his penis a two tongue polish. “Gatch.” James gave the Lokurian a nod.

“Toodles dearie. Should I give you a buzz when I am feeling Samantha?” The androgyne grinned as he asked the question.

“I am sure that Reagan would love to have you over for an intimate dinner party.”

“Fresh Amarlean?” Sam asked.

“Ungagged.” James answered to Samuel’s delight.

James walked off from the Vreebach busy at breeding towards where Coop and Syd would be getting the ovaplantion underway, the ship’s captain checked his messages and was surprised to say the least to see that Gamma flight had been launched on a pre-emptive strike of a Kroxaa wargator.

“Did you see this?” James asked his first officer as he walked into the breeding lab where Treasure and SweetDream were being locked into gyroscopic sex harnesses. “This has to be a scrydar record right? Has anyone ever spotted a ship cruising in that low a hyperband from that far away?”

“A Federation record for sure.” Amandla said. “It is probably on the upper end of what Alliance scanners are capable of. But you know that the Shi’raka have systems that make our scrydar look like binoculars by comparison.”

“Shi’raka don’t count.” James said, waving off the comment. “Nice little notch for the engineers at Fujiwara Psioptics.” James said.

“I still can’t believe Mycroft launched gamma flight without your authorization. I know he is used to command, but this is YOUR ship, Jimmy.” Sydney said, sounding angry on behalf of her friend. “We have a chain of command.”

“I am as annoyed that Dad and The Board made us take him with us as you are. But I understand their logic and respect that they do have a point. Besides, it is SOP, you or I would have made exactly the same call.” James said.

“But…” Sydney knew from her friend’s tone that something was bugging him.

“Well. As you said, it is my ship, and if our seraphim are going to fly their first sortie, I would have liked the histories to have recorded as leading from the front on our maiden voyage and not side lined by a retired admiral who thinks it is his job to babysit the rich kid playing with his new toys on the frontier.” James said. The mech pilot turned privateer walked up to the replicator and ordered a whiskey. James sipped the smooth simulacra of a Kentucky Bourbon as he walked up to check on Reagan. The biogenic engineer was running some final scans and attaching probes to the Dranzas’ skin. Humming to herself as she worked. “Almost ready bae?” James asked.

“Yeah. I just want to make extra extra sure. I cannot believe we are really doing this! I have been dreaming of this moment since I saw my first psi-show when I was nine.” Reagan said.

“You’re sure this is safe? I know, I know. But, that was when this was all theoretical. Those are my children Coop, my babies. You are sure?” James’s tone became grave as his facial features became cold.

Reagan Cooper flashed James her confident, self assured face that the mech pilot could not help but find sexy.

“I got this. Your children are going to be perfectly healthy and gifted magically. I know you are nervous, but trust me when I say that we are ready.” Reagan said. The woman reached up on her tiptoes to kiss her man. James picked her up with one arm and held her as the two lovers let their tongues dance together. “I know what will make you feel better.” Reagan and James starred into one another’s eyes sharing a moment of burning passion before Reagan said. “I know what will ease your mind.” The flesh artist turned to Jangles and commanded her to “find and summon Dr. Taxala Cloverlin the Vreebach.”

Jangles looked to James for a lifeline. The xeno wife was not in the mood to try and hunt down some random nerd in the middle of an orgy where the intoxicated people would be feeling overly handsy. The Ligreon could say nothing. All she could do was hope that her Master, her husband, her Daddy, would speak up for her. Speak up, he did. “Let the woman enjoy the festivities. The Vreebach are notoriously insular and clannish. If Lrgo is going to enjoy the party, we should give his wife the same courtesy. Like you said. You got this.” James said. “Besides, it's an orgy, I want my wives by my side.” James said. Jangles did a small leap when she saw her owner extending his arm towards her. The teenage xeno-wife rushed into the strong, warm, embrace of her Daddy.

***

Taxala watched her husband walk away with another woman with her lord’s arm around his shoulder. Her lord, her captain. Taxala held the gossteel tunic jacket in her arms. The garment was heavier than she would have expected, but the fabric had a soft, ethereal texture to it. Taxala lifted the garment to her face and inhaled the intoxicating aroma of the human’s sweat. The woman was torn. On one hand, she was angry, but, she realized that, she could not be that angry. Lrgo was just taking part in the captain’s customs. He was being a team player, trying to play the part of a good sport. They all had a responsibility, as supplicants to be accommodating to the ways of their betters, even if they are confusing and a little upsetting.

“Mom. Is it alright if we stay at Beth’s tonight?” Akihiro asked Linda.

“Is your homework done?” Lt. Snodgrass asked her eighteen year old son.

Akihiro rolled his eyes. “Yes! I tested the void capacitor before I picked up the girls. My zero point generator works.”

“Don’t you have a presentation on the third Sino-Britannic war?”

“Which I am going to work on at Beth’s”

“Is that all you are going to do with Beth?” Linda teased.

“Mom!” Akihiro groaned.

“Yes dear. It is fine. Have fun. Just make sure that you are showered and at the morning briefing.” Linda said.

“See ya, Mom.” Lylar said as she and her sister warped their arms and tails around Akihiro.

“Where do you think you are going?” Taxala said. “I think that the both of you have had more than enough excitement for one evening. Back to the nest, both of you.”

“““Mom!””” The two girls said in unison. “We are not babies.” Sasha said. “I am forty three years old! If I were human, I would be married with kids already.”

“But you are not human.” Taxala said. “And I am your mother. And I do not want you going off and…”

Taxala’s words were cut off by Linda’s soft fingers. “Girls, it is a school night, and you have been going pretty hard on that olive oil. Aki, why don’t you walk your girlfriends back to the Vreebach hab-zone on your way to Beth’s cabin.”

Akihiro gave his mom a glare, but did not argue. The teenager put his arms around the two intoxicated arboreal xenos and carried them towards the lounge exit. “Come on.” Linda said to the xeno woman. “Your husband should not be the only one enjoying themselves this evening.” The human woman picked up a glass containing the same olive oil that Taxala’s girls had been drinking from. “You are allowed to have fun every now and again. I am sure that your family will survive if you have one night out with the girls.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Taxala Cloverlin tasted her first lipids, and felt her world open up. The Vreebach gave her hand to the human woman and followed her into the human revelry.

***

Sydney Myers spread the blonde Dranza’s legs and turned the verda cunt to face zer. The girl was still suffering from the effects of temporal shock. After the pair of Dranza had been hosed off they had been shoved into a stasis chamber to keep them fresh for the implanting. For most beings, moving between time flows was always an unpleasant experience, but for Dranza the sensation of being shifted through the lateral hyperbands was a particularly shocking experience.

Sydney teased the green skinned xeno’s thighs with zer font. Sydney looked over to see zer co-dom snuggling the Brunette Dranza and kissing the young girl softly, Sydney watched James watching Amandla being considerate and gentle with a Dranza. Sydney had always known that this day would come, zhe tried not to think about the awkward conversations ahead of zer. Commander Myers focused on the task at hand. Sydney’s font slithered inside of the xeno and began to release its filaments.

Both Treasure and Sweetdream moaned. But where the brunette Dranza cried out in ecstatic joy as Amandla injected the Dranza with painkillers and euphoria inducing biocompounds, Sydney **** the blonde to feel her insides being twisted about as the transcendent implanted the embryo encased in a placental sack inside of the alien’s womb. Sydney could feel the twins connecting to the Dranza’s womb. Zhe sensed the exotic genetic material blending and twisting around with the human DNA to form something new.

“We have three viables!” Reagan said after examining the two Dranzas. “Get these two to my lab. I need to begin gene sequencing at once.” The gene artist ordered a pair of Zee-Rai attendants before she turned to her man and gave James a big kiss. “I am going to be crazy busy pruning these genes. After that, I have a pair of Ligreons to give birth to.” Reagan stroked her belly. “Probably won’t be in bed tonight.”

“I love you.” James said to his girlfriend before she walked off to make his children a part of history.

Sydney and Amandla were being towelled off by Shasta and Rosie when Zhahla presented herself to her master, The Garex’s regrown arm was skinny and paler than her other three arms, but the dragon-xeno looked whole, if exhausted. “I trust you have worked through your aggression.” Sydney asked.

“Yes. Master.” Zhahla said.

“Thank Lord James for saving your life.” Sydney commanded.

Zhalha sank down to her knees and spread her wings on the floor for James to step on. “Lord James. I owe you my life. I am forever grateful to your magnanimity.”

James caressed the Garex’ girl’s cheek before toying with the ****’s collar and pet tag. “You are a lovely creature. You doubtlessly bring great joy to whomever you belong to.” James turned his attention away from the xeno girl on her knees and towards the transcendent human that owned her. “Would you two like to stay?”

“We appreciate the offer.” Amandla said. “But I for one am exhausted and the sooner we get this one broken in, the better.” The transcendent reached down the Schar boy’s skirt as the youth caressed his owner with his antenna. “Syd dear. Are you coming?”

Had things gone differently and Sydney been the one in charge this evening, the blonde would have insisted on staying up and enjoying the evening with zer old friends. But Sydney was not the one in charge, not tonight. As much as it annoyed zer, zhe understood why it was important to give and take. Right now, zhe needed to give. “Good night Jimmy.” Sydney said, giving zer old friend a hug. “Do get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow. Supplicants to accept and a wargator to claim.”

“Don’t worry Auntie Syd.” Jangles said. “Daddy will be sleeping quite soundly when I am done with him.”