Bright Morning; Cold Fury

The next morning, Taxala woke up with a terrible headache. The Vreebach woman’s arm was resting on someone’s body. Taxala realized that something was off when she felt the pelt of the man she was lying with felt softer and thicker than her husband’s. Mrs. Cloverlin opened her eyes to find herself lying next to one of Linda’s studs, the new one that she had saved from getting ripped apart by the feral Dranza, Blitz was his name, or Blitzen? Taxala was having trouble remembering what had happened the previous night. She remembered the perky young sentai ranger had called Linda ‘El Tee’ and that the trooper had given Taxala a kiss after Linda introduced the Vreebach around.

There were three or four human women sitting around with Dranza kneeling at their feet. The women made their husbands, no that is not the right word, the women made their studs stand behind them and rub their shoulders as the women gossiped. There was a lot of talk about the Kroxaa ship that they had launched an attack upon. The two sentai rangers were excited to take part what they imagined would be an exhilarating battle against Kroxaa apex predators. One of the women, a xenopologist, was looking forward to the prospect of interviewing a new alien species. “Kroxaa always have strange and exotic things breeding in their holding cells.” Taxala remembered the alien specialist saying right before the voluptuous woman stood up and started dancing. An Amarlean boy knelt in front of the woman and gazed transfixed as she jiggled. Taxala remembered the look on the woman’s face as she gazed at the blue skinned fish man before literally falling into his arms and rolling off into the darkness.

Taxala remembered that she was watching naked men wrestling when Linda asked her about swapping husbands. “I don’t know what kind of relationship you two have. But mmmm, he is cute. I would love to take him for an evening’s spin. Get a pair of triplets out of a night's work if you know what I am saying.” Linda pawed at Taxala while someone fed her something they had called ‘cheese’ it was delicious and made Taxala feel an overwhelming sense of love for all things. The more the Vreebach ate of the little orange and white cubes, the more she felt like the universe was in high definition. “See, in the Federation, when two humans get married, they decide if one of the spouses is the household dominance or if the two are in a co-dominance. Either way, what is and is not adultery is spelled out in writing before the couple take their vows.

“From what Sasha and Lylar told me about your culture, your husband and you vowed to stay faithful to one another, right? Well. Look.” Linda pointed to a figure in the distance.

It took a moment for Taxala to realize what she was watching, but to her horror, the Vreebach woman saw her husband of two hundred years letting a pair of naked amarleans oil him up while that Dranza with the black hair sucked his cock. Taxala turned away and tried her best not to cry. “I never thought. I never imagined. How?! How could he…?”

Taxala had felt Linda’s hands on her moments before she felt the human woman’s lips. “Don’t be so hard on him. His love for you is no match for the influence of NOXET. You feel it inside of yourself. Right now, you want me to put my collar around your slender throat and make you my ****.” Linda said. “You cannot help yourself. Inside you ache to belong to a human. That ache left unfulfilled leaves you open to all sorts of temptations and rash decisions.” Taxala did not know for how long she kissed the human woman, only that by the time she came up for air, most of her clothes were gone. “Tell me, which of my studs is your favorite?” Linda asked as the three men gathered in front of Taxala for her inspection. “No reason to be shy. Go on. Pick one.”

Taxala smiled impishly as she looked over the three muscular males. The three hundred year old woman who had only known intimacy with one man in her whole life was bewildered. Taxala let out a girlish scream. “Of I can’t, you pick for me.” Taxala said.

Linda smiled. “Blitzkrieg. Why don’t you and Odin get acquainted with one another. Odin dear. Here is your chance to show me I was wrong to save our gruff tough old marine. Blitzie darling. Knock him out or pin him down. If you lose you spend three days in a chastity cage on an all larvae diet.”

Taxala remembered how the Amarlean youth was showboating around when the older Ligreon asked if they had started. Once Linda had said yes, the older man simply chopped Odin in the throat and twisted his arms and legs until the Amarlean squealed.

“What you said before, about want to know what a leash feels like.” Taxala said. “You were right. I am not ready to be a ****. Not really. But I look at these girls getting tugged around and I cannot help but think how lucky they are to be so connected to someone like that. How good it must feel to be physically tied to the one to whom you belong.”

Taxala remembered Linda feeding her more cheese using her lips before she mixed the cheese with something called ‘wine’. The Vreebach remembered holding hands with Ligreon as the both of them were tugged by their leashes towards the teleportal.

Taxala remembered going back to Linda’s place and feeling Linda’s breasts pressing into her own as she kissed the woman. Taxala remembered the Ligreon male wrapping his arms around her and taking her from behind. Taxala remembered Linda’s tongue and teeth munching on the overgrown bush between the Vreebach’s legs.

After that, it was all a blur.

“Good morning.” Linda said as she came into the bedroom holding a tray with coffee steaming from a trio of mugs. “How do you feel?”

“Disgusting and in horrible pain.” Taxala said. “Ugh. Look at these.” Taxala said, reaching over to touch a mushroom shaped cyst that had grown on her body. “I feel dirty. I feel…”

“Shhh.” Linda said, sitting down on the bed. “This will make you feel better.” The human gave the Vreebach the coffee. As soon as the warm beverage touched her lips, the Vreebach did feel better. As if she was both calmer and more alert at the same time. “We are going to get you nice and cleaned up, then we will take the pharmacysts to the bio-lab and find out how much our lord will offer you for them.” Linda said, sipping her own coffee. “I would love to get breakfast, but I received orders to report to the hangar deck, my squad heading over with the third rotation of shock marines that have been clearing that wargator we hit last night. No Majeeyos, but a few of the cyborgs are giving the regular troops some trouble. Nothing a few flash step assassin’s strikes cannot remedy.” Linda said confidently.

Taxala got up and tried to stretch. “That was a lot of fun last night.” She said. “Um. Would you mind?” Taxala indicated to the collar around her neck. “I would not want to answer all the questions my kids would ask me about it.”

“It's not locked.” Linda said. “You can take it off yourself.”

Taxala was about to undue the clasp, but something stopped her. “Could you do it for me, please?”

Linda smiled. “Of course dear.” The human woman took the collar and leash off of the supplicant. Taxala reached up to touch her neck and could not help but feel the absence of something.

“Here.” said Taxala as she handed the collar and leash to the other woman.

“Keep it. Put it around your husband.” said Linda with a wink.

Taxala giggled and gave her new girlfriend another kiss, and tried not to think about the very awkward conversation that she was going to need to have with Lrgo.

***

Lrgo Cloverlin woke up in the medical bay looking up into the face of a five hundred pound silverback gorilla. “Ahh, awake at last.” The Uplift said in the posh accent that uplifted gorillas had been refining since their ancestors were given sapience and watched the film portrayals of talking apes made before primates were given full Earth citizenship in the forty third century of the terran calendar. “How do you feel?” The gorilla asked as he began to order his Dranza and Mekani assistants to proceed with removing the hardened nodules that had sprouted from the Vreebach’s skin during the night. Lrgo tried to answer, but all he could manage was a groan. “Sounds about right. You are lucky to be alive. How much of last night do you remember?” asked the gorilla.

“Not much.” Lrgo managed to say. “I was offered something called a grox in a blanket and then…” Lrgo had vague memories of feeling like he was on fire, but in a good way. The whole world got bright at the same time Lrgo developed the desire, no, the need, to kill, ****, dominate, crush, and just show everyone that he was a glorious golden god capable of doing anything for the glory of The Master Race.

After that it was all a blur of oil wrestling and barbeque.

“If it makes you feel better, you are not the only Vreebach in for toxic lipid overdose. If your lot keep going the way they are, I am going to start recommending you all start taking Bactiglobin as a preventive.” The doctor said. “Now, once an amniogen tank is ready. We will get you feeling better than ever.”

A few hours later, Lrgo Cloverlin stumbled his way back to the Vreebach hab zone. As soon as he felt the heavier gravity settings that matched his home world. The man felt a little more at ease. The Vreebach skittered up the pseudo hometree that the Cloverlins and five other families called home. “Morning Lrgo.” said Dinklbib Lilacer. The man had a grin on his face. “Late night in the biolab?” Lrgo was too tired to determine if the man was being sarcastic or not. “If you see Taxala, tell her that the moms were going to have a meeting and that the quorum would be incomplete without her.” Lrgo would have asked the man what he meant by ‘if you see Taxala’ and why the man did not say ‘when you see your wife’, but the completely exhausted Vreebach just wanted to crawl into his nest and fall asleep for the next decade.

“Daddy. Your home.” said Binga, the young girl ran up and gave her father a hug. “I missed you.” The girl gave her daddy a kiss and handed him a cup of syrup.

“This is really good.” Lrgo said.

“I know. Your new slaves are amazing in the kitchen.” said Binga.

Lrgo’s cup paused in mid sip as the Vreebach husband and father looked towards the kitchen to see two Dranza and an Amarlean girl dressed in maids uniforms hard at work preparing breakfast for the Cloverlin children.

***

Ambassador Tnuctipin Branch Snapper woke up floating in the air. The Joebizi found that someone had placed metal bands around her ankles and trunks which seemed to repel gravity and one another. The pachyderm felt her limbs stretched to the limits of comfort. The representative of the One World Herd was alone. A sensation of unease settled upon the ambassador. She tried to remember what happened. They had been attacked. The insects had dosed her with some sort of psychedelic toxin. She remembered visions of her song monkeys transforming into angels and giant metal insects herding her into a shuttle. Then it was all floating around as the machines poked and prodded her.

After a few minutes of crying out for help, asking what happened to her friends, demanding to see her song monkeys and threatening to crush anyone who hurt her red maned darlings, and pleading to be given some water, the door to Tnuctipin’s isolation cell opened and the Joebizi watched the peculiar creature walk into her life.

The creature had all of the features of a song monkey, but the female was taller, stronger, and healthier looking than any song monkey Tnuctipin had ever seen. More than that, the creature seemed to radiate with an inner light. Most peculiar of all was the armor.

Joebizi do not have a word for clothing in their language. The closest their species had to the concept of wearing protective layers over one’s skin was the idea and word for ‘armor’. Ambassador Tnuctipin Branch Snapper stared at the armored song monkey and wanted to say something. But the awestruck creature found herself unable to find her words.

Luckily for her, the armored song monkey spoke first. “Can you understand me?” she asked.

“Yes.” Tnuctipin answered in her own language. “I cannot form your words, but I can understand you just fine.”

The woman nodded. “Translation extraction seems good. My name is Yolanda Schwalenberg. I am a xenopologist. That means that it is my job to learn about alien cultures. I would like you to teach me about your people. Can you do that?”

“Oh yes! I am an ambassador. I was sent by my government to represent our race, teaching others about our culture is basically my job.”

“Excellent.” said Yolanda caressing the creature’s trunk. “Before we get started. Do you understand what has happened to you?”

“I have been captured.” Ambassador Tnuctipin Branch Snapper. “The Kroxaa pirate vessel that had taken us prisoners was itself attacked. You **** me and brought me to your ship. Am I missing anything important?” asked Tnuctipin.

“Well.” Yolanda said, biting her lip. “There is one important thing. See, we did not just ‘****’ you. You were dosed with a viral organelle we call the Nanomechanical Omni-racial Xenobiology Enslavement Technology which has placed a value-priority shunt within your biomechanical response chain.”

“I don’t understand.” said Tnuctipin.

“When you look at me, what do you see?” Yolanda asked.

The Joebizi ambassador was about to say ‘an armored song monkey’ when she stopped and marveled at how beautiful Yolanda was. Tnuctipin could not help but think that if angels were real, then this must be what they look like. The more the Joebizi looked at the familiar yet strange creature in front of her, the more the rest of the universe seemed to fade from importance. The more Tnuctipin admired Yolanda, the more Tnuctipin wanted to make Yolanda the focus of her whole existence.

“What you see when you look at me.” Said Yolanda “Is a member of The Master Race. Now, let’s start with the basics, can you tell me where your world is located?”

***

Jangles woke up in husband’s bed. An event which always made her smile. The nineteen year old xeno looked up to see her mom and the Egaz lying twisted in the sheets with her, but no sign of her Daddy.

The Ligreon girl got up, put on her robe, and replicated a tea set and hot water before she started brewing a pot of natural grown earl grey green the way her owner liked it.

As Jangles poured the warm water into the earthenware pot, the teenage xeno-wife could not help but smile as she remembered how magical last night had been. After Reagan had left and Auntie Syd had given everyone hugs and kisses goodbye, James had wrapped his arms around his wives and escorted the pair of them back to their private chambers. Jangles loved the way that people bowed to James and how when she was with him it was almost like the humans were bowing to her! A scandalous thought that reminded Jangles how lucky she was to belong to intimately to such a wonderful man.

Jangles had enjoyed tugging on the Egaz’s leash whenever the girl’s little legs had trouble keeping up. “Hurry little one.” Jangles would command as she used her strength to yank the little red squirt to her side.

When they arrived back at the captain’s cabin, James took the Egaz’s leash from Jangles while giving his younger wife a kiss. Jangles watched James kissing her mother and wondered if her owner liked kissing her mom more than her. “I am going to get a scrub-down and head to bed. Why don’t you two put on something with some slink and tell the dancers to warm up.”

“Of course dear.” Tigra said.

James took longer than usual in the bathroom. When he did stroll into his bed chambers, James Fujiwara had the four and a half foot tall Egaz girl riding on his shoulders. The man picked the red skinned four eyed xeno girl up from his back and tossed her into the air. James caught the tiny **** girl in the air, her large breasts jiggling as her small frame was juggled by her owner. “Jangle darling. You have done extra, extra, good tonight.” James declared as he placed the Egaz girl on the bed. “I have been having the most delightful conversation with this sweetling. Apparently. She has been something of a fangirl of mine since before she was domesticated. Isn’t that right?”

“SERAPH technology has always been a fascination and I. I did like to learn about the mark threes and their pilots.” said the Egaz girl sounding quite embarrassed.

“This girl was scrubbing my balls with the funniest look on her face, like her head was going to explode. So I ask her what the problem is and she says. Tell them what you said.” James commanded.

“I said that the actuator on the point defence cannon on ExtremePrejudice’s left lateral knee mount has been deviating three three two five microns downward since my Master slew that mega beast on Praxknot, that the core harmonic is fuzzing whenever my Master cruises the hyperbands between 1.14 and 0.81 and has been since the rebuild, and that the cycle rate on the Prejudice’s starbolter could be boosted by four hundred percent using an eezo-based solution in the hydraulics.” said the Egaz sounding extremely nervous as she struggled to cling to James.

James lay down on the bed. The mech pilot paid no attention to the six bedlah clad dancing girls that flanked the room sensually moving their bodies for the viewing pleasure of the one who owned them. James was too busy tossing his eighty five pound Egaz girl into the air and catching her. An act which inevitably caused the dwarf xeno’s tits to jiggle. “So I get this girl a tablet, and she starts coming up with the most amazing schematics for all sorts of upgrades and even a few whole new systems.” James sat up and put the dainty **** girl on his knees. “Tomorrow we are going to take little Gadget here down to the mech bay and have the wrench jockeys take a look at some of these schematics.” James gave the Egaz girl’s breasts a squeeze and licked the girl’s ear. “Tomorrow.”

In the darkness of her owner’s bedroom, Snowball watched her master make love as she danced for his pleasure. It did not matter to her that he was not watching her. She was just there to provide ambiance, to serve her owner and The Master Race by being a piece of living art and act out the role of a moving statue of flesh. James started by picking up the Egaz girl and gently lowering her onto his shaft so as to not stretch the tiny girl out too much too fast. James toyed with the small girl's enormous fat tits as he bucked her up and down with rough shagging.

The Egaz who had formerly been Rosie and now would carry the name Gadget emitted a mewling noise as her body was caught up in a surge of rolling orgasms. The girl achieved a level of climax most girls could only dream of. The low grade mechanic from a tribe of tech serfs had somehow found herself in the arms of a genuine prince who appreciated her for her mind almost as much as he appreciated her body. The **** woman found herself cumming over and over again in a wave of pleasure that looked to Snowball like it came close to causing the Egaz girl to have a seizure.

Snowball knew that James was only getting warmed up. While their master-husband was ravaging the big tittied dwarf, Tigra and Jangles were on their knees in their day bed kissing one another as their left hands rubbed the other’s tits and their right hands rubbed their partner’s clit. Mother and daughter explored one another’s bodies for the viewing pleasure of their owner. The two xeno-wives performed with both enthusiasm as well as a deep comfort and knowledge. Snowball saw that the two Ligreons were so involved with one another that they almost did not notice James putting Gadget down and picking up the two Ligreons. James pulled Tigra into his arms and kissed his first wife with the deepest of passions before turning to his second wife and showing the younger girl how much he appreciated the warmth of her skin and the taste of her lips. “I love you.” He told each of them. “Let’s make some babies.” James grabbed one wife in each of his arms and took them every which way. He started with gently making love to Tigra, before he turned his attention mounting Jangles like a hound taking his bitch and making the young girl squeal with feral abandon.

While her daughter was getting fucked from behind, Tigra poured herself a glass of water and toweled herself off. The woman had a tray of food replicated and proceeded to feed her husband so that his hands were free to fondle his lovers. Tigra fed James a sweet treat using her tongue which transformed into a passionate kiss. James pulled Tigra and Jangles into his arms as the mech pilot turned privateer fell back into his bed fit to sleep ten people snuggling his wives as the three of them laughed together.

James lay back. “Giddy up and get a ridin girls.” The **** girls lined up and took their turns enjoying sex with James in the cowgirl position. James seemed to zone out and enjoy the drama of the girls fighting for their chance to sit on their owner’s shaft and show off their riding skills.

With his UltraSperm genetic modification, the man was capable of cumming in his two wives and his new Egaz multiple times. The human’s white seed was leaking out of all three of them as they drifted off to sleep in a pile of female flesh surrounding their Master.

“Master left early this morning?” asked Tigra rhetorically to her daughter as she replicated herself a mug of coffee.

“There is a lot going on today with all these ships we seem to be capturing.” said Jangles. “Daddy must have wanted to get an early start.”

“Yeah, but there is no note.” said Tigra. “You know how Jimmy likes to leave us little cute notes in the morning when we wake up.” James would write the notes by hand using real ink and fold them into origami shapes. It was something that he had been doing for Tigra since she was just a dancer from the stables that the sultan’s son liked to slum with. “The only time James does not make us a note is when something bad is happening.”

“Maybe Auntie Syd called.” said Jangles with a shrug. “What matters is that this tea will be perfect when he comes home.” The teenager placed the pot of tea into the stasis field and bowed to the puff of steam caught suspended in the bubble of NoTime. “It is weird, Daddy being the commander of this ship with hundreds of humans and thousands of xenos. In the sultan’s palace or in Daddy’s country estate it is like, the people are working for the lord of FranceProvince, but here, our master is the commanding officer. He has all these responsibilities now. Which means he is going to need us to be more meek and attentive than ever.” said Jangles as she went to rouse Gadget and get the Egaz awake and ready for her own big day.

***

The girl who had always thought of herself as a red maned song monkey that was being held prisoner by the nine noses woke up in the strangest place she had ever seen. The air was so cold and dry that the girl started coughing. Other monkeys, some with green skin, some with metal hands, came to her side and started saying things to her in a code talk that she had never heard before, but somehow understood. It was all so overwhelming that the song monkey let out a distress shriek before feeling sleepy and passing out in the fluffy magic leaf.

When she woke up, the red haired song monkey was looking at two song monkeys like her. One was a male, the other looked like a tall, female of unnatural grace and power. Both of them were wearing armor. “You are safe.” The male said. “My name is James Fujiwara. This is my first officer Sydney Myers. You are on my ship. The Seed of Truth. Can you understand me?”

“Yes.” The redmaned female said. “My brother. Is he alright?”

“He is fine. You are all fine. He is recovering from surgery, you will be able to see him as soon as he is awake.”

“What did you do to him? What are you going to do to me?” said the girl before she let out a shriek.

“We restored his testicles.” said Sydney. “Along with four other men and the three women in need of hystoregenerations.”

“What?” the girl asked.

“We gave your brother his balls back.” James said. “Sweetheart. I know that this is a lot to take in, but we are humans like you. Our ancestors fled Earth like yours, but ours were on a ship called the Alpherion. Do you know the name of your tribe’s ship? Do you know which of the exodus craft your ancestors were on when they fled the solar system?”

The girl went pale. “The legends are real!” she said.

“What legends are those?” James asked.

“A lot of song monkeys believe that we have always been a part of The Herds. The cant among them is that our ancestors were wild animals and the nine noses captured and bred us into the beasts we are today. But there is a rogue cant, known only to a few who crypt the deepest trills about Bedlar and his wife Oola who were born in the stars but were caught in a net and dragged down by the nine noses and made to sing for their survival.”

James scratched his chin as he tried to take in the enormity of the situation. When he had gotten the report he could only half believe it. The Prime Directive had never been initiated. Now here he was, talking to a living breathing member of the lost tribes of Earth and rather than feel joy. All James could feel was a cold yearning for retribution. “Do you have a name, sweetheart?”

“My jailor has a sound she makes when she wants my attention, but it hurts my throat whenever I try to make it. My brother calls me…” The girl some noises that reminded James of scat music from archaic Earth. “...and I have a few codes I cant under, but I am not sure if any of those are names. I like the name Sweetheart. Can that be my name?”

James looked as Sydney and the executive officer shrugged. “Sure, your name can be Sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” The girl said.

“Sweetheart, where you come from, how many people like us are there?”

The girl thought for a few moments before she said. “Billions. There is probably one song monkey for every four or five nine noses, I would think. And who knows how many ferals are roaming the highlands.

“Syd, how many of these pachyderm xenos did specialist Schwalenberg say lived in their home system?” James asked.

“The ambassador said their unified system government’s last census put their population at over eleven billion.” Commander Myers said. “Jimmy.”

“Yeah.” said James.

“Are you okay?” Sydney asked zer best friend and commanding officer.

“I do not think I am supposed to okay. Not when you get news like this.” said James. A cold fury burned inside of him. “I want the senior officers in my conference room in one hour. Tell the sentai rangers that I want that Kroxaa ship intact. Start prepping repair crews and maintenance meks to have that wargator repaired and ready for a fight as soon as possible. Send a transmission to the Knavar pack with the list of their people we have recovered from the Saurians then tell them to alter their heading to rendezvous with us at my new prize vessel to be reunited with their family.”

“Anything else captain?” asked Sydney as the duo walked from the medical bay to the command deck.

“Have the courier boat prepped with an update of our logs and a full report on our situation.

“Have you ever actually read General Order One, Sydney?” James asked.

“The first part, sure, but isn’t the whole thing like four hundred pages long?” said Sydney.

“Four hundred and twenty one as of its last update. The admiralty treats it like an academic exercise. An opportunity to speculate endlessly on a very important but incredibly unlikely situation. I have read The Prime Directive, and it is quite clear that in this situation, we do not wait for politicians or bureaucrats back home to order us to do what we know has to be done. And it has to be done now.”

“Jim, we are just one ship.” Sydney said.

“I am not going to throw our lives away. I am not going to take on a whole Alliance fleet by myself. But if I read the report correctly, The Alliance has a small task **** garrisoning the system, three battle groups at most. That is a fight we can win. Especially if we play smart and dirty.”

“What did you have in mind?” asked Sydney. When James told zer, the trans had to admit that it was a smart and dirty plan for conquering a star system.

(Thank you all for following this story along its first act. I created a forum thread for this story, feel free to leave your thoughts, comments, and questions there. https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/seed-of-truth-a-sexy-space-epic-soap-opera.6231/

It is my sincere desire to make act two even more exciting and erotic than the first with more sex, action, intrigue, and drama.)