Mission to Earth

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I must entend my thanks to our awesome moderator, Marlene38EE, for help with some of the technical aspects, her assistance and encouragment proved invaluable. This will be a multi-part story, I will post new chapters as often as possible. Hope you enjoy!

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Mission to Earth, part 1

The Republic's Nebula class cruiser "Nestaso" approached the planet, it was visible as large swaths of blue water, and green verdant lands, puffy white clouds of water vapor sailing through the sky, with large patches of white, cold areas at the planet's north and south poles. The computers quickly calculated orbital speed, and as the ship arced into a graceful orbit around the planet, the EM damping buffers were activated, they used quantum detection of any incoming RF-EM radar energy at FTL/Instantaneous speeds, while the buffers calibrated millions of times a second to produce a perfect counter-pulse that negated the incoming radar energy, canceling it out completely. No reflection equaled no detection. With the ship fully shielded from detection, "Nestaso" was now in a smooth, stable pattern, completing an orbit once every 90 minutes of Earth time.

It had been an smooth trip, this was the first time a ship with a live crew had gone through the trans-dimensional corridor. Readings near the home-world had seen the development of the corridor, and a robot drone ship had been sent in, and at the other end of the corridor, had left a combination beacon and scanning probe. The drone ship had returned safely, and after a thorough inspection, had found that no strange abnormalities had developed from the trip there and back. Readings from the probe indicated the existence of a solar system of 8 planets. The scanning probe had sent back a complete detail of the solar system, how all the outer planets were gas giants so far from the sun that their atmospheres were frozen clouds of ammonia and methane, the first inner planet had no atmosphere, scorched by the sun to hundreds of degrees, the second planet was completely covered by a thick atmosphere of carbon dixoide, creating a runaway hothouse effect, and the fourth planet having a faint atmosphere with almost no oxygen. Then, they scanned the third planet, and hit pay dirt. The 3rd planet from the sun was found to be similar to the home-world, with abundant plant, animal, and humanoid life signs. Temperatures were comparable, and the breathable atmosphere was slightly lower in O2 content at 21 percent, versus the home-world's 25 percent, but that would not be much of a problem. The probe continued to scan, sending back reams of data on the humanoid life, their habits, customs, beliefs, philosophies, languages, literary and scientific data banks were scanned and relayed, the home-world needed all the data to form a complete picture of the Earth and its inhabitants. The distance was estimated to be 890 light years, the drone ship had traversed the distance in a mere 89 hours each way, and the "Nestaso" had drawn the assignment.

Sub-commander Meegret Talshar spent the 89 hours reading and studying all the information the probe had gathered, noting with wry amusement some of the more primitive superstitions, of some mythical creature above the earth in a region called heaven. They called it religion, she thought of it as nothing but a crutch for weaker minds to grasp onto, in hopes that they would be rewarded in some supposed paradise for the wretched lives they were living now. The science information was far more rewarding, they had made some great strides forward, she had to admit. The great minds, like Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking, were far, far ahead of their time. Einstein's theory of general relativity, and the theory of curved space, and Hawking's scientific works on theorems on gravitational singularities in the framework of general relativity, and the theoretical prediction that black holes should emit radiation, stunning insight and genius. The trans-dimensional corridor that they were using was referred to by humans as a wormhole, it was still regarded as a hypothetical "shortcut" through what they called the space-time continuum. Meegret smiled, the fact that they were using such a way to reach earth proved the existence. Albert Einstein would be very pleased to know that another one of his theories was proven correct. Meegret pondered that, science was the way, embrace science, knowledge and rational thought, and turn away from all the false gods, and capering figures who declared themselves to be holy leaders. That was the same kind of nonsense that had almost destroyed the Republic, until the false prophets and their lies were destroyed by a population that saw through the lies and the hypocrisy.

Commander Verson Riyudla spent the time in his office, scanning the report marked "Top Secret, Commander's eyes only". It was a sobering and frightening report. Their way of reproduction, cloning, was falling prey to the spectre of replicative fading. When you make a copy of a copy of a copy, over and over, little genetic errors start to crop up, as you continue, the errors grow larger, now, more than half of the clones did not even have enough molecular cohesion to become viable. The Republic estimated that they had 50 years, at the most, to fix the problem, or their cities and planet would become a dead, lifeless zone, the final clones, not reaching viability, would be the death knell for their civilization.

Meegret's communicator buzzed, waking her out of a sound sleep. The incoming message was from the Commander, when she saw his comm signal ID, she transferred the signal to the viewscreen, she had a thing about being able to see who she was talking to. Comfortable that since it was him, she could remain as she was at that time, which was totally naked. Commander Riyudla appeared on her screen, and he couldn't help but smile as he saw his sub-commander totally nude, she was like that. She had mentioned to him how much she hated the uniform, and clothes in general. Between the two, they could relax, and not be so stiff and formal.

"Meegret, I see you are enjoying your time off duty" he said, with a low sound that was to their race, a chuckle.

"Indeed I am Verson, enjoying the freedom very much, can I assume that we are in Earth orbit?"

"We are indeed, it's time for all senior officers to meet, and you'll hear all about our mission. I'll see you soon."

Getting herself ready for the meeting, she tied back her long black hair, and quickly arranged it in a tidy, compact knot at the base of her neck. She took her time, soaking up the last few moments of naked freedom, before she sighed, opened her storage bay, and took out the uniform, she quickly pulled it on, and studied her reflection. The uniform was a one piece jumpsuit style that was specifically tailored for each crew member, they were not "one size fits all". It was open to the hip down one side, the wearer would step into it, and secure the sliding fastener along the side split. The uniform was made of a tough, durable silk like material, with an inner layer next to the body that would keep the wearer cool in the hottest weather, and warm in the icy cold of their winter season. The bottom half of the uniform was a dark brown, from the waist up, the color varied according to rank. General crew would have an orange top, crew-member first class would have a red top, junior officers, light blue, senior officers, green, sub-commander and commander, white. Four dark blue command braids that denoted her rank as sub-commander were attached to her uniform, they radiated out from a left shoulder epaulet, passed along the front of her uniform, then attached to the right shoulder epaulet. Braids became part of the uniform after you had made crew-member first class, when you received one braid, then 2 for junior officers, 3 for senior officers, 4 for sub-commanders, and the coveted 5 braids for commander.

Commander Riyudla had summoned all his senior officers to his quarters, and there, he disclosed the nature of the mission. It was standard procedure in the Republic for the Commander only to know the nature of the mission, until they reached their destination, then the ranking officers could be informed, as need be.

Once everyone was seated, Commander Riyudla began, "Our mission is to bring 2 members of the bipedal humanoid life form aboard. Then, we will extract the genetic material that they use to create life, and take it back with us for research. According to our observations, the planet is divided into day zones and night zones, this planet, which the inhabitants call Earth, rotates on its axis once every 23 hours and 56 minutes. The bipedal humanoid creatures, which are called Humans, are for the most part daytime creatures, and they are at rest, in sleep during the night times. The Republic is losing time, more than half of our clones are no longer viable, and it is estimated that we have 50 years left, before all of our clones are no longer viable."

An excited hub-bub broke out amongst the officers, being a closely guarded secret, it was the first they had ever heard of this frightening prospect. He gave them a brief overview of what replicative fading was, how time was running out, and everyone felt the chill of what he had now revealed to them.

Riyudla let the clamor die down, then continued, "As you can imagine, our scientists are very eager to get the reproductive DNA back to our world, combine it, and determine if we can grow it and bring it to completion in our cloning laboratories. If it works, we have a world of 7 billion plus population to extract DNA from. If it doesn't, we will return, and capture a number of them. I am starting to think that we will have to come back and do that. Who knows what differences their DNA will contain, that will get in the way of successful cloning? With our mind control, it will be a simple matter to scan their thoughts, and set them up on our planet with the thoughts firmly controlled, that they are still on Earth, still doing the things that they used to be doing."

He paused, and then continued, "If that is the case, the need may arise for certain members of our population, the ones who still have enough of a drive, to mate with the humans, and see if we can create a Human/Siberrean hybrid." He heard the shocked gasps, and pushed on, "We are hoping that there will be enough of a similarity between our races that we will be able to mate with them, that will create our new race, our race will be a hybrid, be it will survive, and grow, rather than ending up as dying lumps of flesh in decaying cloning laboratories."

The last sentence had silenced the expressions, as everyone absorbed the horrible image his words had created.

He pushed a button, and a viewscreen on the wall hummed to life.

"To help you get an idea of what they go through to reproduce, watch this."

They were soon watching a full on sex video, an extremely attractive man and women were shown going from kissing, through foreplay, and then into full on penetration, the couple was loud, boisterous and energetic, fucking each other wildly, until their bodies were shaking and humping crazily, howling out their pleasures as climax crashed into them.

Science officer Nauson Seetinus commented, "Humph, what a lot of nonsense. That looks like a hell of a way to create new life. So tiring, it looks exhausting. And this civilization has lasted so long, with such a drawn out process for breeding? Amazing!"

Similar expressions of surprise arose from the other officers, except for Sub- commander Meegret Talshar. She found the positions and the movements not only fascinating, but she felt a throb deep down. Generations of procreation by cloning had pretty well removed the sex drive, most of the people of the Republic would be disgusted or horrified at the idea of sexual relations. However, there were a few, who had enough of a sex drive still in their genetic makeup, to feel the urge deep in their loins. Meegret was one of them, she could feel a pulse of heat, and she knew that she was starting to feel downright randy. It was known that a small handful of the population still had those drives, and it was accommodated, without it being broadcast to the world at large. She was eager for the meeting to end, she couldn't wait to get back to her quarters and use her personal pleasure machine. The idea that she would actually be able to breed with one of the males filled her with squirmy feelings of pleasure, she fervently hoped that the attempt at cloning human DNA was a total failure. According to the reports, scanning their thoughts was easy. She could read all their lustful desires, and feed it back to their minds, making them think they were in the middle of their wildest sexual fantasy. Oh, that would be fun indeed.

She thought about it some more, reviewing what she knew about the Human race, and making comparisons to their race as she mulled over the idea. The Siberreans were a hominid race, similar to the humans. Siberrean females had breasts like human females, and in silhouette, it would be very hard to see the differences, as the females of both races had fairly similar body shapes. But, with the lights on, the differences would be very visible. Siberreans had longer arms, their hands were more like flippers, with six multi segmented tentacle style appendages, analogous to the human fingers, that were highly flexible and well adapted. They could be soft and gentle, to caress and hold a lover close, or brutal and efficient, to squeeze the life out of the pesky Zilzarin, that disgusting rat-like creature on the home-world. Nothing but dirty vermin, that would eat their food stocks, leave their filthy excrement all over, and made that annoying chittering sound all night. Meegret noticed that, like humans, the Siberrean race had similar feet and toe structure, the differences being that Siberreans had no toe nails, and they had 4 toes, compared to humanity's 5 on each foot. Their skin structure was different, more like smooth snakeskin, their natural skin coloring was a rich olive tone. Their facial structure was similar, although Siberreans had more prominent brow ridges, a holdover from back in their planet's evolutionary scale. Their eyebrows swept upwards, eyes, nose and mouth structure were larger than the human norms. The eyes were exceptionally keen, had nictitating membranes for added eye protection, and could see much better in low light conditions. Their sense of smell, hearing and taste was similarly heightened, a holdover from the evolutionary days when they had to track and hunt prey that was wily and cunning, and would turn the tables on the would-be hunters, if they were not cautious. The Siberreans had interior bone-like covering plates that acted like a biological armor plating, to protect the vital areas, the organs, the spine, and the brain case, flexible enough for unrestricted movement, but very strong and durable. During scouting missions, she knew of several of the crew that had taken what would have been fatal wounds among humans, and after a little care in the ship's medical center, were back on duty, healthy and well.

Mating would be a little bit more interesting, however. When the Siberrean race used to reproduce by mating long ago, the female reproductive passage had a row of sharp spines along each wall, that would rise up during mating as the female approached her release. The spines would pierce the male's sex organ, holding him in place, and deliver a concentrated pheromone derivative, that would bring on an almost instant, and highly satisfying, release for the male. The Siberrean male's sex organ was tougher, and covered with a horny outer ridge, unlike the human male's organ, so the piercing spines did no damage to a Siberrean male's sex organ. What they would do to a human organ was unknown. She wondered if she had any control over the spines, sex education on the home-world was non-existant, since the sex drive was similarly missing, and the idea of having control of the spines was probably a question that had never arisen, in any case.

The meeting adjourned, and Meegret was off duty, so she scurried back to her quarters. She quickly sealed the door by pressing the no-override button, and pushed the soundproof button, to insure that no one outside would hear the Sub-commander in the throes of pleasure. She virtually tore off her uniform, lying back on her bed, she slipped the small buzzing pleasure machine over her tentacles, my god, the idea of actually mating with one of those humans filled her with a red hot lust. She had noticed the patches of hair that they had around their sex organs, fascinating, as the Siberrean's sexual areas were naturally hair free. They may look somewhat different then us, but their method of procreation was how our race used to reproduce, so many generations ago, and she immersed herself in one of her sessions, stroking and caressing, tentacles roaming urgently, hungrily, feeling the tingling of her smooth skin as her fingers awakened her body, paying particular attention to all her most delicate, responsive spots, caressing them, giving herself all the excitement she could handle. Soft sighs of pleasure started to issue from her, replaying in her mind the loud, boisterous and energetic mating she had seen just a short time ago. She felt herself rising to the pinnacle, gasping and moaning, her sex was screaming for release, she reached down, cupped her soaking mound, and with a few deft flexes of her vibrating tentacles teasing at her sweetest spot, the waves of her blessed release came quickly, wonderfully and uncontrollably. She let out growls and wordless sounds of joy, her body shaking and jerking, the heat and the wetness was filled with the burst of pleasure and satisfaction radiating through her. As she shuddered through one of the most enjoyable releases of her life, she thought, even if the DNA cloning is a success, I have to get one of those humans to mate with me, I just have to!

A few hours later, Meegret was told that she would lead the party to capture a male and female of the human species, and bring them back to the ship. The Sub-commander was overjoyed, and she thought she detected a glint in the Commander's eyes, as he gave her the assignment. Being the Commander, he knew about his Sub-commander's sex drive, and he was determined to make sure that Meegret got the chance to satisfy that drive with the humans.

Meegret and 5 junior officers, who were the most trusted and well trained, met in the launch bay, their scout ship, the "Elestrin", was readied for launch. The junior officers were eager to be on the mission, this was their chance to show their mettle, successful performance on missions was always noted and rewarded, and climbing the command structure, joining the ranking officers with promotions, was the way to make yourself a name in the Republic.

Junior Flight Officer Mestrin Orsoton took the controls, Meegret liked the young cadet, she was full of drive and ambition, and had graduated at the top of her class at the Republic flight center. Meegret would have no qualms about putting her at the top of the promotions list. The "Elestrin" lifted smoothly up off the launch bay floor, and made a graceful exit through the reverse airlock exit. Junior Engineering Officer Wellstine Garley adjusted the scout's EM damping buffers, and the scout ship dropped slowly away from the "Nestaso", slowing below orbital speed, and angling slowly downward. The heat dissipating baffles were deployed as the ship left orbit, and entered Earth's ionosphere. Coming in at a steady speed, rather than the uncontrolled speed typical of a meteor, kept the friction at a lower level, and the baffles easily handled the heat of entry. Dropping lower, entering the stratosphere, flight officer Orsoton skilfully adjusted the pitch, and deployed the air wings. The ship adjusted, and it was now being piloted like an earthbound aircraft, rather than a descending space vehicle. The ship was now over dark land, the sun having set long ago, automatic time signals from various earthbound sources below them indicated it was 2 AM in the morning where they were. Perfect time, in the deepest part of human sleep patterns.

Junior Science Officer Llaywellyn Tempis, at the scanner readout, saw what looked like the perfect target, just ahead. He grinned, and turned to Meegret.

"Sub-commander, coming up on an isolated settlement, scanning reports about 50-60 humanoid creatures in the vicinity, should be an excellent area to take our subjects from."

"Excellent science officer Tempis, flight officer Orsoton, feed in the vectors from the scanners, and close in on that area. Once we are over the area, keep on the scanners science officer Tempis, if we can find a dwelling with two of the humanoids, one male and one female, that will be our target."

"It will be done, Sub-commander" both junior officers replied crisply, relishing the idea of being on such an important mission, and seizing two humanoid creatures.

The main engines shut down, and small ion pulse engines took over, bringing the ship in with virtually no sound, lest anyone have a case of what humans call insomnia, hear their approach, and raise the alarm. The ship slowed, moving very slowly over the buildings, looks like what the humans call a village, and scanners were searching, searching.

"Got it Sub-commander, two humanoid readings, male and female, in very close proximity to each other, should be......"

Meegret noticed the sudden trailing off, she looked at the junior science officer, raised her brow in a questioning glance, and said, "Yes, and...?"

"Well, the bodies are probably in mating positions, the male's age is 30 earth years, but the female's age is much younger, 15 or 16 earth years."

"Lock in on the life signs, send down a probe, give us a visual" Meegret ordered, eager to find out what was going on.

The main viewscreen lit up, the probe was sending back a clear signal, they could see the side of the dwelling, as the probe hovered in slowly, searching for access. Coming upon an open window, it perched on the sill, and the crew got to see what was going on.

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Part 2

Stretched out on a large bed, with a small bedside lamp casting a dim glow, the male was pounding his organ into the more than receptive female.

Meegret thought, well, that answers one question, it doesn't look like forcible mating, what the humans call rape.

"Start a memory probe" she ordered, she pulled on the memory link helmet, and the probe immediately started to gently sift through the thoughts of the mating couple. The thoughts were relayed through the memory link, and Meegret learned everything.

His name was Brandon Wellsley, he was indeed 30 years old. The first thing was the overriding depression his mind was filled with. He was fixated on his first love, a female by the name of Denise Newmar. They had shared their first kiss at the age of 6, had enjoyed the puppy love typical of humans at that age, and he was fixed on an incident that occurred when they were both 14. They had been alone, had the house to themselves for several hours. It had been a wild kiss-a-thon, he had even got her to model her bikini for him, but even with her as close to naked as he had ever seen, he had not seized the moment. Damn, damn, and damn, he had been too shy, too unsure of what to do, that they never got beyond the kissing stage. Even stretched out on her bed, twice, kissing each other wildly, he had not gotten up the nerve to let his fingers roam. She had to attend a different high school, and with school, and many females to choose from in his high school, their early romance had passed by. After school, her family had moved outside of his city, to the hamlet of Ardrossan, and he wondered idly about how she was, if she had gotten married. Five years ago, reading the local newspaper, he got the horrible news. His first love, the girl who had given him his first kiss on the lips, was dead. The paper reported that Denise Newmar, 25, had been killed in a single vehicle rollover accident. She had been still living at the home she had moved to, about 15 miles outside of the city, and driving back home one evening, on wintery, icy slick roads, she had lost control, the car had gone off the road, flipped, and she had died. My god, my Denise, killed in something as useless as a fucking traffic accident. Even though he was married, he was haunted about Denise, how he should have kept in touch with her, pursued her and make her his high school sweetheart, even though they were not attending the same school. They might have gotten married, and Denise would not have had to die on that icy road that night. He couldn't help it, he just went into a deep depression, his wife left him, when he rejected her time after time, he couldn't bring himself to touch the one he had married, feeling that it was so wrong, when his first love was cold and dead in her grave. Instead of drugs or alcohol, he was fighting the depression the only way he knew how, by bedding young teens, thinking about what it might have been like if he had killed the shyness, seized the moment, and him and Denise would have had their first time together, the way it should have been.

Readings from the young female, whose name was Kathy Slates, indicated that she was just some random teen he had picked up in his motor car, she had been trying to get a lift, hitch-hiking was what they called it. She was what they called a runaway, she couldn't take her mother and step father fighting and drinking alcohol all the time. When he tried to rape her, she had taken off. Thank god her step brother had walked in, and pulled him off her, and slammed a fist into his face, sending him down like a 160 pound sack of potatoes. Brandon had picked her up, he had been more than happy to help, provided that he get something in return. When he proposed that she stay overnight at his house, for a rest, a meal and a good night's sleep, she had been more than eager to accept. He also had some good smoke-able plant called marijuana, and after they had gotten sufficiently high, as they termed it, he told her that he wanted her, with him, in bed. She was cool with it, she was no wide eyed innocent, a boyfriend had mated with her 2 years ago, when she was only 14, and she knew that in this world, sometimes she would have to pay off the kindness of strangers with the currency of her body.

To her enjoyment, he wasn't some two minute rider, he was really good in bed, licking and kissing, performing oral sex on her, my god, that felt so wonderful, and she felt her body responding eagerly as he pressed his hardness into her well warmed up pussy, and started to ride her. The only thing he did that was weird was the way he'd whisper in her ear "Denise, oh my Denise" as he was mating with her. But, he brought her off to 3 releases, orgasms they called them, real bone rattlers that left her panting and wanting more. Now he was on top of her, pumping hungrily, seeing Denise's sweet face at the age of 14, and as Kathy cried out as she was rocked by her 4th release, he stiffened up, roared, and his sex organ started pumping wildly, gushing his human sperm deep inside Kathy's twitching channel.

Meegret absorbed all this, she could feel dual feelings. She was warm and tingly from the sexual thoughts, but she also felt a rush of pity for Brandon, what a horrible way to lose his first love. He would be a perfect choice, but the human female, too young, they wanted someone more of age 25-30. However, we might be able to use her in another way. She was a runaway, no one knew where she was, and from studying Earth's history, millions of people had just simply disappeared, never to be seen again. She could be just another one of the many who vanished without a trace. She signaled for landing, and the ship settled down next to the house silently, and she chose her junior security officer, Hollston Varlisey, and flight officer Orsoton to accompany her. She had seen Mestrin Orsoton in action at the ship's fitness center, and her moves as she engaged in combat training with the other junior officers, made it plain that if she needed a little more force, Mestrin would be there to supply it. She also noted the young female's pleasing shape, wondered about caressing that smooth, shapely body. Lesbianism, the humans called it. She put aside that line of thought, for now.

They slipped the stun inducers over their tentacles, and leaving the ship, they were mere shadows in the darkness. The door into the dwelling was unlocked, and they slipped silently upstairs. Meegret slid open the bedroom door, and cautiously peered in. Both bodies were still, and appeared to be asleep.

Meegret ordered her officers to take care of the girl, she would see to the man. They slid in, slowly, quietly, and Meegret quickly wrapped tentacles around his throat, pressed gently, and applied the stun inducer. He let out a small cry as he was rendered senseless, just as his female companion let out a small cry as security officer Hollston Varlisey applied the stun inducer to her throat.

"Ok, grab both of them, they're coming back with us."

The junior officers quickly followed orders, lifting the bodies with relative ease, and carrying them out to the ship. They were secured in restraint chambers, while junior medical officer Sabeena Thysonia activated the somnetic inducers in each chamber, to keep the humans unconscious. Meegret ordered them aloft.

"Now, let's search for a female, range in human age from 20-30, should be prime breeding age, I'll tap in on their thoughts, and see if can find one who has no real ties to anyone else, and can disappear without too much trouble."

Once again airborne, hovering silently over the village, with Llaywellyn Tempis at the scanner readout, quickly found what they were looking for.

"Sub-commander, in that dwelling just below us, female, alone, age approximately 24 earth years, and according to the readings, asleep."

"Excellent, Officer Tempis, drop in a probe."

She donned the memory link helmet again, as the probe searched for a way in. It nudged through an open window, and started to gently probe the mind of the sleeping female human. Meegret started to get readings, and was horrified. Images of death, killing, blood were all over. She saw through the mind of the woman, she was being sexually attacked by some dirty, disgusting human male. He was thrusting his repulsive organ into her, over and over, grunting like a filthy sonneck choi, battering her insides, laughing at her howls of pain, smacking her face. Meegret was startled, then realized she had tapped into the woman's dream state. She forced herself to stay with it, in the dream, she was flipped over, and he thrust into her through the passage meant for the elimination of her bodily solid waste, making her scream and cry out anew as she was brutally sodomized. He grunted, his repulsive organ flooding her, the dream suddenly tattered away, and she was reading the woman's memory. Her name was Carlena Midson, she was 24, and her dream had been a replay of what had happened to her last night. Meegret discovered that she had been abducted, brutally raped and sodomized, was shackled to the bed, and her thoughts were dreading the return of that filthy human, who would come back and abuse her horribly again. She had no one that would miss her, making her an excellent plaything for a sexual pervert.

Meegret had a fiery temper, no one in the Republic would act in such a callous, uncivilized manner, and she was beyond angry. That chumpis varlous, nothing but a filthy sock chee, she thought, using her native language terms to call that filth exactly what he was.

"Bring us down, we're going to take her," she ordered.

Meegret took her junior security officer, Hollston Varlisey, and with the application of the stun inducer, Carlena was taken aboard, and placed gently in a restraint chamber. She was rescued, but Meegret was still steaming. She wanted to deal with that sonneck choi, and she ordered the ship to lift off, and hover about 500 feet up, and wait for her signal. She kept the junior security officer with him, he was big, and strong, and this chumpis varlous was going to get what he deserved.

Junior flight officer Orsoton took the controls, and the ship was immediately lifted to the desired height. Sub-commanders and Commanders were given much leeway, when they had something that they wanted to deal with in their own way, they gave the orders, the crew obeyed, and that was the way it was in the Republic's heirarcy. The junior officers realized this could be a gold mine of promotions, being given control of the ship while the sub-commander was on the ground, and they all tended to their tasks like a well oiled machine, keeping the ship dead on steady at 500 feet, the small ion thrusters making no noise.

Meegret decided to surprise the dirty sock chee when he came into the bedroom. Meegret would be under the covers, like Carlena was still there, when her pulled back the covers, the sock chee would get to see Meegret, see her face on, before she dealt with him. Just after she got herself settled, she heard a car approaching, security officer Varlisey hid in a closet, leaving the door open, two steps and he would be at the bedside. They heard the car engine turn in to the driveway, then silence as the driver switched off the engine.

The main door swung open, and she heard a rough, coarse voice bellow, "Hey honey, I'm home, ready for some more good loving?"

His footsteps thumped up the stairs, Meegret was grinning furiously under the covers, but there was not a trace of humor in that grin. It was her killing grin, and that disgusting chumpis varlous was about to see what his filthy, uncivilized nature was about to bring him. The bedroom door swung open, and she could hear him pulling off his clothes.

"Oh, my sweet little cunt, you felt so good around my prick, baby. And busting open that nice tight asshole of yours was such a pleasure. I'm sure you'd like to do it all again, wouldn't you doll?"

The covers were yanked away, and security officer Varlisey was on him, grabbing his wrists in an iron like grip, holding him like a parent would hold an unruly child. Meegret rose up, and let him see her. He paled quickly, the bedroom light was bright, and he got to see a true alien. Not some ET cutie, a real alien, with a blazing grin that chilled him.

"Sock chee, dirty sonneck choi, chumpis varlous" Meegret hissed through clenched teeth.

His body was as disgusting as his mind, some overweight, dirty, smelly filth, his ugly sex organ shrinking away, Meegret sneered, and smacked his shrinking organ.

"Liment sklee glorom, nob morrons tu glubes!"

Meegret and officer Varlisey both laughed, she had insulted his organ, in a very amusing, Sibberean way. He just kept staring at her, seeing the female form, covered with an olive toned, smooth skin that looked like snakeskin. He looked at her tentacles, as she brought them up. He was dreaming, that must be it. She grabbed his neck, and told him goodbye.

"Die, you uncivilized sock chee, die!"

She easily broke his neck, wrenching his head around, listening to the snap of his spine filled her with satisfaction as a piece of uncivilized trash received what he deserved. She picked up the dead body, and flung it at the wall, where it smashed down in an untidy heap of dead flesh.

Meegret could feel the anger draining away, once it was done, she had no reason to hold onto the anger anymore. They had 3 humans that needed tending to, and it was time to get back to the "Nestaso". They left the house, she opened a comm channel, and within a few moments, the Elestrin was settling down, the hatch slid open, and they were back on board.

As she joined her crew on the flight deck, the junior officers said in unison "Sub-commander on the deck", all stood and gave her the gesture of respect that was accorded to senior officers from the lower ranking officers. Meegret was highly satisfied, a crew that was operating at peak efficiency, 3 humans to examine, and an extermination carried out very well. She took her place in the command chair.

Junior flight officer Mestrin Orsoton took the ship up, up, leveling off, getting set for the jump from human bound aircraft to space vehicle.

Meegret said aloud, "An excellent mission, you, my crew, have been at the peak of efficiency and performance, and my report will speak very highly of you all, rest assured."

The junior officers knew well what that meant, more respect and promotions were sure to follow. Flight officer Mestrin angled the ship up, cut in the large ion thrust engines, and retracted the wings smoothly as the "Elestrin" gathered speed quickly, breaking through the sound barrier, climbing towards orbit. The flight officer guided the ship smoothly, skilfully, reaching orbital speed and altitude, following the flight plan of the "Nestaso". There the ship was, they were coming up fast on them, and the large ion thrust engines cut out. The small ion pulse engines took over, and the scout ship was slowed to just a fraction faster than the mother ship, as junior officer Orsoton brought the ship in, guiding the craft through the reverse airlock, the landing struts lowered, and the "Elestrin" settled gracefully onto its landing pad.

The bay became a beehive of activity, as medical techs boarded the ship, and wheeled away the restraint chambers, junior medical officer Sabeena Thysonia leading the way to the medical bay.

Meegret returned to her quarters, wanting to get the report down while everything was still fresh in her mind. She noted down all the particulars, and as promised, gave her crew a glowing recommendation, along with her advice that they all be at the top of the promotions list. She decided to deliver the report to the Commander personally, and soon she was at the Commander's door.

She activated the door signal, and she heard him say, "Come in Meegret, come in!"

She entered, gave him a smile, and said, "Verson, are you psychic, how did you know it was me?"

He smiled back, said, "Call it an educated guess, I assume you are here to deliver your report?"

"Yes indeed, I'd like your thoughts right now, if you have the time."

He took the report, nodding at certain notations, giving a wide grin as she noted exactly what she had called the rapist, saying, "good, very good" at her noting of the crew's high performance, then got a slightly puzzled look.

"Interesting, you collected 3 humans, 2 would have been enough."

"That is true, Commander, but with the first human female being so young, and running away from a terrible home life, I didn't quite know what to do with her. I felt that if we took her with us, perhaps we could put her to use in a certain situation. If we could introduce her to our race in a controlled way, and let her learn the ways of our race, she could be very useful in accommodating other humans to our world, and our race, if we need to establish an all human colony. And, she is carrying another set of human eggs, so we will have two sets of eggs to choose from."

Commander Verson Riyudla appeared to weigh the decision, but he knew that his sub-commander had a wide streak of compassion, and he smiled inwardly as he deduced Meegret's probable main motive. Still, he had to agree that two times the eggs, meant two times the success.

"Ok, I think it's time to return to the home-world, Meegret, report for duty in 2 hours, and give the crew the order to ready the ship for departure."

"It will be done Commander." Meegret replied, giving Verson the gesture of respect.

[Marlene38EE]

Really good!!
A very nice departure from cliche` and formulaic alien abduction tales!!
If you feel like writing more, pretty sure folks would welcome it!!:thumb:

[groomleader]

Part 3

Meegret decided to stop by the medical bay, and see about the newest patients. She entered, and Senior Medical Officer Brylonser Gertonlee greeted her.

"Sub-commander Talshar, welcome. You are such a healthy individual, it's rare that I get the pleasure of having you in our medical facility!" he said, with that low chuckling sound.

Meegret smiled, and replied, "I'm here to check on our new patients, how are they doing?"

"We are treating the older female right now, come over to Treatment cubicle 1, and see."

In cubicle 1, the female known as Carlena Midson was stretched out on a treatment table, the somnetic field keeping her unconscious as junior medical officer Sabeena Thysonia was bending over her, her face a mixture of studious determination and compassion for the injured human, as she carefully worked on repairing the damage inflicted by her rapist. She moved a laser skin sealer carefully over the cuts in her face, sealing them up with no trace left of the original injury. The bruises had cold packs applied to them, the human medical databases they had scanned and downloaded gave them all the medical knowledge they needed to treat the physical injuries, the emotional and psychological injuries would be something else.

As if sensing what she was thinking, he said, "The physical damage we can fix, the mental damage, well, that's harder to fix."

Meegret asked, "Can you remove the memories of her attack?"

"Well, I suppose I could adjust the cranial scanner to scan and then erase the memories of the attack, our brains aren't too different from theirs. It might be easier to just erase her memories of the last day, it will be like it never happened. Do you have any idea of when it started to happen?"

Meegret told him of her mental link, and continued, "She was abducted 7 hours ago, so if you can wipe the memories from, let's say, 10 hours ago forward, that should do it."

Brylonser said, "It will be done, Sub-commander" giving her the gesture of respect.

She looked in on Brandon Wellsley and Kathy Slates, both under the somnetic field, it was thought best to keep them out, for now. She left the medical bay, hoping that things would work out, considering that the fate of their very race could be hanging in the balance. Some might have been overwhelmed by the pressure of such a monumental mission, she was not. She was Sub-commander Meegret Talshar, she was focused, determined, and strong as hardened dolcemite, and she was determined to never give up, if she had anything to say about it. She would work to the last ounce of strength left in her body to preserve the Republic, her civilization and her race.

The drive to save the Republic also powered along other drives, and in her quarters she put her time to good use, stripping off her uniform, laying back and giving herself an extended pleasure session with her pleasure machine, making her tentacles vibrate, sending squirmy zings of pleasure racing through her skin. Her tentacles were caressing herself urgently, hungrily, her black hair was spread out on her pillow like a fan, her head tossing back and forth urgently, she felt the sheer need gripping her, demanding release. She let it go, cupping her sweet spot, and letting the vibrations running through her tentacles bring her to completion. She vocalized her cries and groans of sheer pleasure as the waves of her blessed release took her, she let the pleasure grip her body, the sensations filling her with joy, her body shaking, until she lay sprawled, breathless, sweaty and so satisfied. She stayed that way, reveling in the afterglow, until she checked the time, and reluctantly put her uniform back on.

Entering the flight control deck, Meegret gave the Commander the gesture of respect, and said, "Sub-commander Talshar reporting for duty, you are officially relieved Commander."

Verson eyes twinkled at her, he was no fan of the formality of hand-off at shift change, but the Republic had certain ways of doing things, and the commanders had to set the tone.

Returning the gesture of respect, he said in his best command voice, "I stand relieved, and I turn command over to you, Sub-commander Talshar."

As Verson left the deck, the flight deck crew stood, said in unison, "Sub-Commander on the deck," and gave her the gesture of respect.

She acknowledged the gesture, and said, "As you were" and the crew quickly returned to their tasks.

She depressed the comm button, and her voice was carried throughout the ship.

"Sub-commander Talshar to all crew, prepare us for entry into the trans-dimensional corridor, we are returning to the homeworld."

To Senior flight officer Tallyrand Blyersin, she ordered, "Break orbit, set a course for the moon, bring engines to one quarter thrust, and take us towards the entryway."

Officer Blyersin replied quickly, "It will be done, Sub-commander".

At the escape velocity of 25,000 miles per hour, the "Nestaso" broke free, picking up speed quickly, racing towards the moon at 100,000 miles per hour. After 2.5 hours, the "Nestaso" swung around the moon, and there, 50,000 miles ahead, was the ghostly glow of the corridor, a white phosphorescent corona around the dark, inky black hole of the entrance.

"Deactivate the EM damping buffers, bring hull integrity to maximum cohesion, set forward velocity off 1/10 of a second as we cross the threshold, adjust the stabilizers to automatic correction settings, all sections, senior officers, report when secure."

Closing in fast on the corridor, Meegret received the last of the reports, the ship was fully secured for trans-dimensional entry, and with a minute left before entry, she gave the order to the senior flight officer.

"Take us in, flight officer Blyersin."

"It will be done, Sub-commander" came his prompt, crisp reply.

The engines fell silent for the 1/10 of a second as they crossed into the corridor, then picked back up again. There was a slight buffeting as they crossed, which the stabilizers quickly absorbed. Though the speed still indicated 100,000 miles an hour, the corridor was taking them across vast distances of light years, as easily as crossing a street. Meegret was always keyed up when she was in control, the newness of the trans-dimensional corridor amplified the feeling. As the hours of her shift rolled by, she started to relax a bit as the routine of life on the command deck enveloped her.

As she watched over the flight deck, she also thought about the humans they had, wondering if they could produce a viable clone. Of course, if not, they could try for a hybrid race, if the human male's sex organ could handle being pierced by the spines in a Siberrean female's reproductive passage. That started her going again, the idea of her actually mating with a male, she had never had the pleasure. With cloning being the reproductive choice, the Republic military structure had never had a no sexual contact rule, since the idea of sex was repugnant or horrifying to Siberreans at large. She had heard stories of various personal on other ships, who still had enough of their sex drive, engaging in acts of sexual intercourse. It was also reported that none of the females ever got pregnant, and that was a worrying development. If this were true, then their race was sterile. Even if we could get enough Siberreans to mate, no children could be born. No cloning, no way to reproduce by mating, quickly chilled the small flame of sexual heat that had been burning. Perhaps a human/siberrean mating would get past the sterility issue. Whether it was the male or the female, hopefully just one of the sexes was sterile, if both were, they would have to go to the last chance idea, of bringing groups of humans to their planet, and introducing them to a new life as the inheritors of the Siberrean civilization. With that in mind, she decided that she wanted to get more involved with the proceedings. She knew that egg cells were going to be harvested from the two females, and sperm from the male. She had read enough about male and female sexuality from the earth data banks information, and she knew what she wanted to do.

When her duty shift ended, Meegret stopped by her quarters, and set everything up. It took a bit of time, but soon she was on her way to the medical center. Entering, she was again greeted by Senior Medical Officer Brylonser Gertonlee. He raised an eyebrow as she was carrying a portable memory link unit, but when Meegret invoked the latitude of commander's privilege to do what she wanted to do, he promptly withdrew, and she sealed off the medical unit. She was going to collect his sperm sample, and she had an excellent way to get him excited, and to possibly excise a demon from his past.

She fitted the link helmet over his head, then donned hers. She brought the unit up to power, when the online lights glowed brightly, she prepared the scenario in her mind. She powered down the somnetic field, and mentally reached, establishing the connection with his mind as he slowly rose to consciousness.

He woke up, blinked several times, and his eyes opened wide. He was now 14 again, 14 and back in the house with Denise, his 14 year old girl friend. The whole scene was in front of his eyes, it was late November, snow was falling gently outside, his brother and her brother out for a night of dancing with their girlfriends, and they were alone. She was standing in front of him, wearing her bikini as he had shyly asked her to model for him, it was a modest style, but it showed more of her skin then he'd ever seen.

Meegret directed the scene as he arose, slowly approaching the figure that was there in his mind. It had been easy to recreate his Denise, every inch of her face and body shape was imprinted on his mind. He started to circle her body, as he had done 16 years ago. This time, Meegret was going to push him onwards. She formed the action in her mind, as the link instantly transferred it to his mind.

In his mind, he heard Denise whisper, "Brandon, would you like me to take off my bikini?"

Heart pounding, he stammered, "Yeah, Yeah, I'd love it!"

She smiled over her shoulder at him, and cooed, "Follow me."

She jumped to the next mental scenario, they were standing in her bedroom, a dim spill of light coming in from the hallway. He came up behind her, she lifted her hair up.

"Untie my top Brandon" she whispered.

He did so, his hands shaking as he watched her top slide off. She crossed her arms over her chest, and turned to face him, smiling. He couldn't take his eyes off her, my god, he felt like the universe was aligning in his favor.

"Before you get to see more of me, I don't want to be the only one without clothes on."

That got him going, and his clothes were virtually flying off. He was down to his shorts, when she dropped her arms, and he froze. My god, great god, her naked breasts were on display for him, all for him, he was trembling all over as he stared at those wonderful pear shaped breasts, each topped with a dark pink nipple, that were standing up proudly. She smiled, and suddenly her bikini bottoms were pushed down, dropping past her knees, she stepped out of them as they fell to her ankles, and she faced him, now totally, gloriously nude. He could hear and feel the blood rushing through his body, he felt like he could barely breathe. Her body looked like a work of art, her breasts standing up proudly, almost beckoning to him, her tummy taperind down to that mystical triangle between her legs, a sparse, very wispy covering of pubic hair just starting to grow. He quickly pulled off his shorts, and his dick was harder that ever, he felt like a piece of tempered steel.

Meegret saw his cock standing up, and she felt a stab of desire. Damn, but she had a job to do, and she kept the scenario going in her mind. In the dim light, Denise opened her arms, and he was quickly at her breasts, licking, nipping, and sucking, listening to her moans of pleasure. She led him over to her bed, laying down, parting her thighs, urging him on.

"Brandon, make love to me, take my virginity, I love you, make me warm" she cooed.

He took the position that he normally would in what they called the missionary style, on one of the medical bay's beds. Perfect, just what she was hoping for. As the scenario took him, he nudged against her warm willing entrance.

"Please be gentle with me, this is my first time."

They were giving their virginity to each other, it was perfect. She wrapped the tentacles around his cock, and he drove in, gasping with pleasure as her tentacles provided the stimulation. In his mind, Denise gave out a small cry, flinched, but looked up at him, smiling, and urged him on to push, to fill her up completely. He did so, and growled with pleasure as his mind felt the warm, heated juices surrounding his cock, as Meegret's mind fed him the feelings and sensations.

She held a collection vial at the ready. It had a wide mouth, that tapered down to a small tube that would let the sample drip through into the collection chamber. She gripped his surging cock a bit tighter, and his mind was filled with the sensations of being 14, and driving his throbbing boner deep into Denise's so tight opening. He was in a warm wet heaven, Denise's body wrapped around him, her sex a gripping, eager vortex, her gasps and moans of pleasure filling his ears, as sweet as a love song.

He whispered in her ear, "Denise, oh my Denise, I love you so much."

She cooed, "I love you too Brandon, complete me darling, give me your love."

Meegret could feel his cock start to throb wildly, and her mind gave the fantasy Denise a very enjoyable climax, her body shaking and jerking, crying out wildly. That did it, and Brandon's cock started to pulse crazily, she could feel her lust burning as he thrust into her tentacled grip over and over, growling with lust, she watched his cock erupting, his sperm gushing in thick ropes, making sure that it all landed in the collection vial. She kept his cock in a tight, milking grip, making sure that every drop was milked out of his cock. Her mental show had him flopping down next to her, cuddling next to his true love, drifting off to sleep. She turned the somnetic field back on, and after labeling the vial, she stored it in the medical bay's cooling storage unit.

Meegret felt like her sex was on fire, she hurriedly unfastened her uniform, just enough to thrust her tentacles in, cupping her soaking, fiery sex, a few deft strokes over her steaming pleasure center, and she howled out with pleasure, her body shaking crazily, feeling the waves of release take her. The waves went on and on, until she was gasping for breath, before she finally felt it start to ebb, she was sprawled out on the medical bay floor, slowly getting her bearings back. She climbed back to her feet, fastened up her uniform and checked out her appearance. Satisfied that she was once again looking like a sub-commander should, she brought Senior Medical Officer Brylonser Gertonlee back to the medical bay, and showed him the sperm sample safely stored in the cooling unit. He had some interesting thoughts about how that was procured, but command privilege was not to be questioned, challenged or discussed with other crew members.

She went to the Commander's quarters, pressing the door signal, he answered, smiling.

He ushered her inside, now that they were in private, he said, "Meegret, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?"

Returning the smile, she said, "Verson, I'd like to promote all the crew members that were with me last night, right now, I know that it's usually done on the home-world, but how about we give them field promotions?"

"We can do that, certainly, I'd like to bring more senior officers up to the ranks, and let them be a more active part, this mission is a great proving ground for their new roles as senior officers."

Pressing the comm button, he said, "Attention all crew, everyone off duty please report to the gathering room in one hour. The five junior officers who were with Sub-commander Talshar, your presence is mandatory, and report to the stores for new uniform fittings."

Throughout the ship, the 5 junior officers were getting hugs, backslaps, and cries of congratulations. Meegret went back to her quarters, and put on her full dress uniform, it was pretty well a copy of her everyday uniform, but along with the braids of command, her uniform also had the silver pin that she received when she became a senior officer, and the gold pin that she received as a sub-commander. Verson would be wearing his full dress uniform, which would have the titanium pin of commander rank.

As Commander and Sub-commander strode into the gathering room, the babble of voices died down quickly. They stepped up to the podium, and addressed the crowd.

Verson began, "Today is a good day, we are here to honor the five junior officers who accompanied Sub-commander Talshar to the Earth's surface, and completed the mission. Sub-commander, if you would take over, and recount the mission."

Meegret gave a quick overview of the mission, making sure the glowing praise for how her crew performed was evident. She said she was confident that the new senior officers would bring the same zeal, dedication and expertise to their positions, as they had shown on the mission to Earth's surface.

"Officers Mestrin Orsoton, Wellstine Garley, Llaywellyn Tempis, Hollston Varlisey and Sabeena Thysonia, step forward please."

They quickly did so, forming a line, wearing their new senior officer's uniform with the green top. Commander Verson Riyudla attached the silver senior officer's pin to the front of their uniforms, Meegret attached the 3rd braid to each of their uniforms, denoting their senior officer rank. Then Commander and Sub-commander stepped in front of each officer, gave them the gesture of respect, and welcomed each to the senior officer rank. The clear, steady gaze that Mestrin Orsoton gave Meegret made her mind skitter back to the idea of sexual relations with a female. Since it was obvious, from Earth's data banks, that sex was used much more for pleasure than for procreation, the idea was starting to gain appeal.

Commander Riyudla then addressed the crowd, and formally read out each officer's name, now with the title senior officer. As the meeting broke up, Meegret approached Senior flight officer Mestrin Orsoton.

"Senior flight officer Mestrin Orsoton, you will report to the flight control deck tomorrow at first watch, and you shall take command of the helm."

Mestrin felt a bolt of excitement, this was her dream. She had worked, studied, and practiced her flight skills over and over, driving herself to the top of her class. And now, she was about to take the flight controls of a Nebula class cruiser.

She gave a crisp gesture of respect to Meegret, and said "It will be done Sub-commander!"

Meegret smiled, her enthusiasm, her drive, she remembered what it was like, climbing the command ladder. Meegret got a surprise when Mestrin threw herself into Meegret's body, wrapped her arms around Meegret, and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Sub-commander, it's like a dream come true!"

Meegret returned the hug a bit stiffly, such displays of affection, while not forbidden, were uncommon, and Meegret was glad to see only Verson had noticed, but he just smiled.

Mestrin released Meegret, and she seemed embarrassed at her unexpected display of affection, it had all hit her at once, and she just wanted to grab the Sub-commander and give her a hug, knowing that Meegret's glowing report had been the final push that had lifted her to the senior officer level.

Meegret had felt the young officer's body pressed against hers, and while it was not an overtly sexual act, it made her body respond like it. She felt the heat, the tingling warmth and wetness deep inside her, she fought the urge to reach out, and stroke her tentacles over Mestrin's cheek and jawline.

Getting back her best sub-commander's voice, she said, "Very well, I shall see you at first watch, senior flight officer Orsoton."

Once again, Mestrin gave Meegret a look that spoke more than a hint about what Meegret's body was feeling. Meegret was all ready to head back to her quarters for another pleasure session when the medical bay called, Senior medical officer Brylonser Gertonlee needed to see the commander and sub-commander immediately. That sounded ominous, and Verson and Meegret wasted no time in getting there.

Verson and Meegret entered the medical bay, Brylonser informed them that a malfunctioning somnetic field inducer had allowed the human male to wake up.

The commander hissed "Cocheese barlessump!"

Meegret blinked, she'd never heard the commander use such an oath before, it was roughly equivalent to the earth term "mother-fucker."

Brylonser went on, "I pulled the malfunctioning unit, but having him unconscious for too long might be damaging to their species. He's still in a restraint chamber, but I thought it might be best to leave him awake, and have you make the decision about what we do now."

He led them over to the chamber, explaining that since he'd gotten more than a fleeting glimpse of himself and junior medical officer Sabeena Thysonia, just before the senior officer ceremony, it wouldn't make things worse to see them. Commander and Sub-commander approached the chamber, and looked down. His head had been turned away, catching the movement, he looked up, right into their faces. His face showed surprise, but no fear, or revulsion, not anything like he was afraid. His face showed something....was it excitement? They saw the way he looked them over, smiling, and that decided it.

"Open the chamber, and let's get him up."

Meegret was closest, she opened the chamber and deactivated the restraints. She lifted up her tentacles, he stared at the tentacles she extended, she made a pulling motion, and he understood. He grasped her tentacles, felt them wrapping around his hand securely, as she helped him sit up. He again stared at them, he slowly lifted his hand, and ran his fingers along Meegret's face, tracing the contours, the smooth, alien skin, his mind thought it felt very much like snakeskin, even though they were much more humanoid than anything reptilian. Brandon was doing his best to comprehend that it wasn't a dream. The feel of alien fingers tracing her face gave Meegret a jolt, part wonderment and part lust.

"It's real, not a dream, real", he murmured, then speaking up, "Can you speak my language?"

"Of course we can, Brandon, I am Sub-commander Meegret Talshar of the Republic's Nebula class cruiser 'Nestaso'".

Stepping forward, Verson said, "And I am Commander Verson Riyudla."

He suddenly realized he was totally naked, and Meegret noticed with a tinge of amusement how he awkwardly tried to cover his nudity. Meegret retrieved some clothes from the storage compartment for him, then they turned their backs to him, as he seemed embarrassed about being nude in front of them. They heard the sliding of cloth, the sound of fastening devices being engaged, and they turned back to him.

"I can well imagine you have at least a thousand questions, perhaps Sub-commander Talshar would be best suited to answering them for you", Verson said, giving Meegret a grin.

"A few thousand, at least" Brandon said, with wonderment.

[Marlene38EE]

Sorry for the delays...
I found it very well written! Imaginative, good plot, and again dispenses with many tired sci-fi cliche` elements!!
Like the start, it's nice to see such kept up and added layers of detail brought in also. :thumb:
Once you're done with it, finished editting and such, maybe put it up on Amazon??

[groomleader]

Part 4

As they left the medical bay, Meegret asked, "Are you hungry, we could get something to eat?"

Brandon, looking around in wonderment, said, "Yeah, I'm pretty hungry, that'd be great."

Thinking that he had seen enough aliens for now, and needed to acclimate himself, she led the way to her quarters, rather then the communal dining areas. She checked her computerized dining center, she had started her favorite dish cooking several hours ago. It was a spicy stew of Ergult meat, with glastrot roots, felgernarb berries and chopped crimny, that would be served over a bed of wild plestrin, and it was almost ready.

Brandon could smell the delicious aromas, and his stomach rumbled hungrily, and as she set a dish in front of him, scooping out a portion of the wild plestrin, and covered it with a healthy serving of the stew, he asked her, "What is this?"

Meegret replied "It's my favorite dish, Ergult meat stew."

When she saw his blank look, she smiled, and explained "Ergult is an animal native to our home-world, it resembles the earth animal called a deer. In the stew are glastrot roots, they are like earth potatoes, felgernarb berries, they are like your earth's pin cherries, chopped crimny is like earth's parsley, and wild plestrin is like earth's wild rice. It's mixed with seasonings and spices, and a gravy, and left to cook slowly for several hours. I started the cooking going early this morning, and it's great to have someone to share it with."

After gingerly tasting it, Brandon ate hungrily, the stew was savory, spicy and totally delicious, he took another healthy serving, eating up every morsel on his plate, letting out a satisfied sigh of pleasure as his stomach was now pleasantly filled.

"So, Sub-commander Talshar, tell me what's going on."

"Brandon, please call me Meegret, I'm not your superior officer", she said, smiling.

"Meegret, that's a beautiful name."

She felt another quick pulse of heat as she heard his compliment. She decided to tell him everything, starting with the fact that their worlds were 890 light years apart, and the discovery of the trans-dimensional corridor that made such a journey a matter of hours, the home-world's dire situation with the cloning that was starting to fail, and their plans to try and save their race from extinction. His eyes were wide, but not disbelieving, and she finished her story with the here and now.

"A wormhole, I knew it, space is too complex not to have things that on earth are still theories."

"Brandon, I must ask, when you saw us, I saw no fear or revulsion in your expression, that would seem to be the natural human reaction."

"Well, I've always been a believer in other worlds and other races, and seeing you, and knowing it was all real, all I feel is a wild excitement. I'm on the greatest journey a man has taken, and....wait a minute, now that I'm awake and aware, does that blow the whole plan for me? Do I have to be dumped off back on Earth? There's nothing there for me, my life was a empty shell."

Meegret smiled, and said, "No, quite the opposite. We want you with us, you will see our home-world, and if possible, help us re-populate our planet. Our clones are losing viability, and in 50 years of earth time, our race, our civilization could be a footnote in history of another great race dying out. And I will work myself to death if that will prevent it, I cannot allow my race to perish."

Brandon was looking closely at her, she was aware of his steady gaze, and he asked her if he could touch her. She trembled a bit, but said yes, and he shyly ran his fingertips over her face, tracing the contours and surfaces, he reached down, gently lifted one of her arms, and his fingertips explored her tentacles, his expression one of wonderment. He gazed into her eyes, Meegret felt almost spellbound, her body was starting to respond in that way. His hands moved over to her neck, gently tracing her throat. Meegret realized how vulnerable she was at that very moment, but she could not help it. His fingertips were making her skin sizzle with pleasure, every nerve ending seemed to light up with excitement where he touched her.

She saw his face coming closer, and his lips pressed against hers. Having never been kissed, the warmth of his mouth against hers made her sex fire up, she felt her lips yielding, his tongue pushed in, and her sex was aching now. She pulled him closer, and started to kiss back, clumsily, hungrily, eagerly, it felt like she was a starving female with a banquet before her. She was on the brink, but she stopped, pulled her mouth away, trying to stop what was going to happen.

"I'm sorry Meegret, did I do something wrong?"

"No, oh no, but I need to tell you something, that you need to know."

With him gazing at her, she continued, "When Siberrean females mate, there are a row of sharp spines in our sexual passage, just before we reach our peaks, the spines rise up, pierce the male's sexual organ, holding you deep inside. The spines deliver a concentrated pheromone derivative, that will bring on an almost instant, and highly satisfying, release for the male. The Siberrean male's sex organ was tougher, and covered with a horny outer ridge, unlike your organ, so the piercing spines did no damage to a Siberrean male's sex organ. What they would do to your organ is unknown, there is no record of Siberreans ever mating with an off-world being. I was on the brink of just rushing ahead, but if we are going to mate, you need to know, it will be your organ that gets pierced."

She saw him grow thoughtful, she had done the right thing by warning him, but her burning core wouldn't be so pleased if he declined.

He smiled, and said, "Fuck it, like I said, I have nothing back there on Earth, I'm willing to take a chance at whatever happens."

She got up, pressed the no-override button and the soundproof button on her door control panel, locking out the outside world and sub-commander demands. Again, command privilege, when the no override button was engaged, it meant that no one was allowed to disturb her, except the Commander himself. She was pretty sure that Commander Verson knew what was going to happen, and would steer away anything that needed her attention, as he was back at command on the flight deck. She felt Brandon's body, hot and hard, pressing against her, his hands reaching around, roaming urgently over her uniform, she turned to him.

"Brandon, undo the fastener that runs down the side of my uniform, free my body."

Brandon was happy to do so, noticing the similarity the fastener had to a zipper, and her uniform slowly parted along her side. When the fastener was totally opened, she slid her arms out, the uniform slipping off, down her body the rest of the way, and she stepped gracefully out of it.

"Umm, feels so much better, I hate wearing clothes, especially the uniform, but, that's life in the Republic." Stepping back a pace, she cooed, "Look Brandon, take a good look at me in my natural state, not as a Sub-commander, but as a female".

Brandon did so, his senses drinking in everything, his cock rock hard, almost painfully erect. The smooth olive tone snakeskin covered her body, she had breasts just like a human female, her sexual area was totally free of pubic hair, and it looked like that was a natural part of her race's being. He disliked pubic hair, all it did was get in the way, he was happy to see that. She reached back behind her neck, removed a few pins, releasing her hair from its no nonsense, Sub-commander bun style, and a head of long, lustrous black hair tumbled down, reaching down to just below her shoulder blades. Her large eyes, with smoky gray irises, and the hungry, almost feral look in them spoke of the passion that was building.

"My turn," she said, smiling.

Brandon watched her arms come up, the flipper like hands reaching, her tentacles deftly accomplished the task, removing every stitch of his clothing, and now they gazed at each other's nude bodies. She could see the hard, bulging evidence of his desire, the eager rise of his sex organ, and they stepped forward, bodies almost touching.

He ran his fingertips over her face, tracing the eyebrows, as he felt her tentacles stroking and touching his face, tracing all the contours of the strange but wildly exciting alien body. Meegret felt the soft skin, the heat rising from him, matching her rising temperature. His hands caressed her, sliding lower, lower, cupping her breasts, stroking at them, listening to her purrs of pleasure. He felt her tentacles wrap around his cock, stroking gently at him, as his fingertips slid lower, tracing the warm, gushing opening of her heated, and oh so ready sex.

Aware that the excitement could make them both go off way too early, she lifted her arms, took his hand, and led him to her bed. Not too sure about positioning, she simply lay back, spreading her legs, letting Brandon take the male superior position. It was the one she knew, from the sex video that had been shown, and from watching Brandon mating with Kathy Slates. Her body was trembling, this was going to be her first time. On Earth, she would be called a virgin, with no corresponding terminology in the Republic, she realized the immensity of what was about to happen to her.

Brandon whispered, "Meegret, is this your first time?"

Her eyes wide, she murmured, "Yes, oh yes it is, I've dreamed of having actual sex rather than my pleasure machine, take my virginity, as you call it!"

Feeling dizzy with desire, she watched as Brandon positioned himself, and felt a gentle nudge against her. Brandon started his entry, slowly, slowly, entering Meegret carefully, aware that she was a virgin. Meegret felt her walls stretch apart, her sex was gushing crazily, and his entry was smooth and painless. He gave a final push, and Meegret gave a low, keening wail of pleasure as she was filled up, Brandon had never heard such a keening cry, he stopped, unsure whether he was hurting her, she urged him on to keep going, and he started to gently slide in and out of her, giving Meegret her first mating. The feeling of finally being filled was beyond compare, her cries of pleasure were non-stop, she urged him on, and sliding his hands around her, he cupped her rear end, and he started to ram his cock into her harder, waiting for the piercing, wondering how painful it would be.

Meegret was in a fever of mating, she had never imagined the pleasure of having a male's sex organ buried deep inside her could be so intense. Her tentacles were gripping tightly at his shoulders, she had instinctively wrapped her long legs around his waist, keeping his body pressed tightly against hers. She felt wonderfully filled, and Meegret could feel the wave starting to build, her release was racing at her, and she growled aloud, "Brandon, prepare yourself!"

A second later, Brandon felt the spines piercing, the pain blazing, then dying away quickly as the spines delivered the pheromones, it made his cock iron hard, swelling with a massive urgency. Both lovers let out howls of pleasure, as Meegret felt herself get wedged open even further, and the spines dug in to Brandon's cock a bit deeper.

Meegret felt the release slam into her, and she let out a loud growling howl, the release just seemed to turn her inside out, back and forth, round and round, she felt like the sensory rush might drive her crazy.

Brandon felt his load streaking up his shaft, and his cock went off. It felt like a volcano, his cock erupting, a geyser of hot, white cum spilling into her. His orgasm went on and on, his body shaking wildly, his cock being held deep in the grip of the spines, each pulse squirted more hot spunk, the pleasure was beyond anything he had ever felt, his howls and cries of pure animalistic passion filled the room as his cock kept pumping, over and over, until he was completely spent.

The rapid fire squirting of Brandon's sperm sent Meegret into another release and still another slammed into her as she could feel his cock, spilling more and more of his sperm into her. As Brandon slumped on top of her, totally drained, her release started to ebb slightly, and Brandon felt the releasing of his cock as her spines withdrew. He had been close to passing out, the sudden piercing, then the extreme rush of pleasure and the all encompassing explosion of his orgasm was like nothing ever before enjoyed by him. He steeled himself for a mess of blood as he slid out of her, but was relieved to see the pinprick marks on his cock where the spines had dug in, but no blood.

He slid off, nuzzling next to her, running his hands all over Meegret's smooth body. She slid in against him, caressing his body, running her tentacles wonderingly, almost shyly over his nudity.

"As an old cliche in your planet's sexual literature says, 'Was it good for you, too?'" Meegret asked, grinning.

It took a while before either could stop laughing. When the laughter died away, Brandon told her.

"It was only the best sexual experience ever. When the spines dug in, the pain was tremendous, but then I got a burst of lust like jet fuel being tossed in a roaring engine, and my orgasm seemed never ending, I felt like I was cumming my brains out!"

Meegret replied, "Having my virginity, as you call it, ended, was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My pleasure device is a weak imitation of the real thing, I was in a fever of mating, and my release just went on and on, and I had 2 more releases right after the first one, that has never happened to me before. Your organ wasn't damaged, was it?"

"Strangely enough, no. I sure felt the piercing, but take a look, you can see the pinprick marks where the spines dug in, but they're already healing up quickly. Perhaps your sexual fluids have some kind of natural healing properties?"

"Quite possibly, I've heard rumors of our sexual fluids having various medicinal properties, perhaps that is one of them."

A small gland just inside Meegret's channel was indeed to thank for that. It had surrounded Brandon's cock with a fluid that had quickly sealed up the punctures, and accelerated the natural healing properties. The idea that he could have sex with this wonderful alien more than once was exciting. He needed that stunning orgasmic experience more than once, that was for sure.

"However, my time on the flight deck approaches, and with that, I must get dressed, as I said, I only wish we could go naked all the time, not just in our private spaces. Get dressed Brandon, your quarters are ready for you."

They both dressed quickly, and left Meegret's room. One deck below, guest quarters that were usually used for transporting dignitaries were available, and Brandon's quarters were well appointed and comfortable.

"Brandon, please sit, I need to tell you something."

She saw the worried look on his face at her choice of words, but he needed to know how things had to be aboard the "Nestaso."

"First off, I enjoyed our mating very much, and I would like that to continue. However, I am not your girlfriend, nor do you have any kind of ownership rights to my body. I have learned that curious aspect of your planet's male population from Earth's data banks that we downloaded. Second, DO NOT EVER try anything cute when we are in the public areas of the vessel. No stolen kisses, no secret looks, no copped feels as you call them. Many of my race find the idea of sex disgusting and totally distasteful, and when I wear this uniform, I am Sub-commander Meegret Talshar. As such, I have a certain image that I feel I must live up to, and I am fighting for our race's very survival. I am second in command of a ship with 220 personnel, who look to the Commander and Sub-commander to lead. When you encounter me as the Sub-commander, you will accord me the same respect that the vessel's crew accords me. My rank is the most important thing to me, and I cannot have my authority undermined by anyone. As I said before, I will fight to the death, if need be, to save our planet's civilization."

Brandon could tell from the stern, grim look that Meegret was very, very serious, and he hastily agreed, eager to not make any waves. He admired her single minded drive to save her planet, her race and her very future.

When she smiled, he remembered the feel, the stroking, the glorious explosion of their shared completion, and in that moment, she was no longer the driven Sub-commander, but an incredibly sexy female. When she pulled him to her, and mashed their lips together, he was eager for more of this fantastic Sub-commander.

She reluctantly broke the kiss, and told him, "I have to head for my duty rotation, or we'd be mating again, right this very minute. Feel free to explore the ship, say hello, the crew have been informed that you are awake and will be expecting to see you around the ship."

She paused at the door, and with a grin, said, "later, we can play the earth game of my place or yours!"

On the flight deck, Meegret reported for her duty shift.

"Sub-commander Talshar, I trust that our guest has been seen to, made comfortable, and been given accommodation?" Commander Riyudla said, giving her a slightly raised eyebrow and the sly smile.

"All seen to and taken care off, thank you Commander, you are officially relieved."

"Thank you Sub-commander, I will leave the ship in your capable hands."

As the flight deck crew gave the Sub-commander the gesture of respect, the Commander left the deck, smiling. Well, looks like Meegret got her wish, there was a look about her, a kind of...hmmmm...sort of a glow about her, that he'd never seen before. This has certainly been an interesting trip, he thought.

If the Commander thought it was interesting so far, it was going to become a whole lot more interesting, fairly soon.

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Keep the story going. I love it.

[groomleader]

Part 5

Meegret's duty shift passed uneventfully, and she was restless. She thought about getting another session going with Brandon, but his door panel read "no override requested" it was the Republic's equivalent of a "do not disturb" sign. It would not be surprising that he was probably asleep, he'd had a lot to take in on his first awake day with the vessel's personnel. Ah well, just make the anticipation build up, so she made her way to her quarters, she had some Ergult stew left over, and her stomach gave a growl of hunger. In her quarters, she unpinned her hair, letting it tumble about her shoulders, and happily freed her body from her uniform, reveling in the freedom of nudity again, giving a soft sigh of satisfaction. She took out a portion of stew from her cooling unit, and after going through the flash cooker, it was ready in a few moments. Ergult leftovers were just as delicious as when it was fresh, and she hungrily emptied her plate, relishing the taste of her favorite dish.

She connected with the ship's computer, and read some more about Earth society, there were so many fascinating quandaries about the inhabitants. She was so engrossed about what she was reading, she was startled when her door buzzer sounded. Damn, looks like I'll have to put something on. She quickly pulled on a less formal tunic, that belted loosely around her waist, and covered her from shoulders to just below her hips.

The ID request signal on her door panel display was a pleasant surprise, she pressed the open door button, and there stood Senior flight officer Mestrin Orsoton. She saw a quick look of surprise cross her face, as she had never seen Meegret informally dressed, or with her hair down, but it was momentary, and she smiled at her.

"Officer Orsoton, come in, please" Meegret invited her.

Mestrin entered, still dressed in her Senior officer uniform, Mestrin loved seeing the third braid that denoted her senior rank, and Mestrin half jokingly thought about never taking it off. Although, with the right inducement, she would happily doff her uniform.

Meegret could feel that pang of lust starting again, having her so near was really starting to get to her.

"Sub-commander, I trust I am not disturbing you."

"Of course not, sit down, you look like you have something on your mind, speak freely, please. And, in the privacy of my quarters, I would be honored if you would call me Meegret."

"Meegret" Mestrin said, looking like she was savoring the sound, "such a lovely name, could you call me Mestrin, when we are in private, even though I am still dressed as a senior officer?"

Meegret had an idea, and she volunteered, "If it would help, would you like to don one of my tunics? That way, we can more easily dispense with the formality of titles."

Mestrin was eager to do so, and when she appeared in one of Meegret's tunics, her legs, like Meegret, bare all the way up to her hips, Meegret drank in the sight of her legs, looking so shapely, so...so...sexy. She could feel that squirmy feeling of lust building higher, but until the flight officer's intentions were totally clear, Meegret didn't want to misread things, she decided it would be better to let Mestrin make the first move.

When Meegret sat down, Mestrin sat down right next to her, Meegret was keenly aware that their hips were pressing together, also aware that Mestrin did nothing to move away, if anything, she seemed to press a bit closer.

Mestrin started to ask questions about the ship's flight controls, if there was anything radically different that she would need to know about. Meegret knew that she did not graduate at the top of her flight class for nothing, and easily surmised that is was a ruse.

Her suspicion proved quite correct when Mestrin, slowly, shyly placed her flipper on the inside of Meegret's thigh, her tentacles stroking lightly at her Sub-commander. It was a risk, but Mestrin was discovering that those of the race who still had the sex drive could more often than not, sense the others of their kind who had the same drives. While the idea of, as the Earth people called it, "Lesbianism", was a new one to her, it had quickly gained traction in Mestrin's mind, as it had to Meegret, and Mestrin had sensed that she would have to be the one to make the first move.

Meegret turned her face, saw Mestrin's vivid green eyes, glowing with sexual heat, she reached behind Mestrin's head, wove her tentacles through her short brown hair, pulled her forward and pressed her lips tightly, urgently, hungrily against Mestrin's. Mestrin was startled, she was also unused to the act of kissing, but as she felt the heat transfer from Meegret's lips, the parting, and Meegret's tongue sliding gently along her lips, as if asking for entry, that did it. Mestrin melted against her, letting her mouth open, tongue sliding out to join Meegret, lips pressed urgently together, kissing a bit clumsily, but passionately, tasting each other, tentacles exploring each other's body.

"Come with me" Meegret whispered to Mestrin, as she pulled her to her feet.

Meegret stopped by her door long enough to engage the no override and soundproof controls, then led her flight officer to her bedroom.

In the dimness, they unfastened each other's tunic, and let them drift down to the floor. Meegret could feel her body starting that revving up of sexual excitement. After seeing Mestrin's smooth, shapely body in combat training at the ship's gymnasium, the body that she had admired, and had started to lust for, was right in front of her, totally nude and ready for pleasure. Mestrin was already making soft growls of passion, she was so ready for her.

Mestrin felt Meegret's tentacles stroking her cheeks, sliding over her face caressingly, making her body tingle everywhere she touched. She felt Meegret's arms slide around her back, pulling her forward gently, and their nude bodies pressed tightly together for the first time, kissing wildly, feeling the burning fire of lust rising, both of them starting to make passionate gasps and moans of pleasure.

Mestrin had a surprise for Meegret, once the crew had been informed of the nature of the mission, all the information collected by the probes and their onboard scanners had been made available, and the young officer had been reading up on sexual practices that had been downloaded from Earth sources. When she read about female to female mating, and read about various things they could do together, she wanted to try what was called oral sex. She broke the kiss, smiled at Meegret, and pushed her down very gently.

"Lay back Meegret, I'm going to make you feel so good" Mestrin cooed huskily.

Meegret lay back, watching as Mestrin closed in, their lips mashing together tightly, sharing kisses filled with tongue swirling passion, Meegret could feel her lust starting to roar. Mestrin broke the kiss, and started planting wet, juicy kisses down Meegret's body, making the sub-commander's body light up with electric zings of pleasure everywhere her lips made contact. She felt Mestrin's lips nuzzling first one nipple, than the other, then the heat as her hot breath panted, just as her lips closed over the stiff, bulging nubs, suckling at her as a baby would have.

Meegret felt a strange sensation as Mestrin eagerly suckled at her, her hands came around, holding the young officer's head to her nipples, feeling excitement but also a very tender, loving sensation. She realized that this must be the sensation she would feel if she gave birth, letting her baby suckle at her nipple, the feeling of love and tenderness as her baby nursed at her.

Mestrin started to travel down, down, and the feeling of quickly building lust took center stage again. Meegret looked down with lust glazed eyes, saw Mestrin's head so close to her opening. She watched as Mestrin gently parted her legs, and grinned up at Meegret with a lust filled gaze. She watched Mestrin positioning herself.

"Glat elaw!" Meegret thought, is she going to..to...and before she could answer that, Mestrin answered it for her.

She felt Mestrin's hot, wet tongue sliding out, and tracing along the lips of her sex, Meegret felt like she was going to explode, Mestrin's tongue started to flick rapidly over her lips, hitting her sweet spot. Unlike human females, her race had no clitoris, the nerve endings were spread throught the desire slicked lips of her sex, and Meegret's release slammed into her, she let out a loud scream of pure sexual pleasure, Mestrin staying with her, tongue still flicking at her quivering lips, now bringing up her tentacles to rim around her lips, the added stimulation making Meegret's release go on and on, pulses of sizzling pleasure hitting her over and over, the room was filled with Meegret's howls and sounds of pleasure as her body shook crazily, her body vibrating like a giant tuning fork, every nerve ending blazing with sensation as her release carried her like a giant wave of pleasure.

Meegret felt almost faint as Mestrin finally pulled back, smiling up at her, her face dewy wet with Meegret's pleasure juices.

"Ummm, so delicious, you taste so delicious Meegret" Mestrin cooed, sliding up her body, giving Meegret a passionate rain of kisses.

Meegret could taste herself on her lover's lips, and she was almost manic in her desire to return that wonderful rush of release. She pushed Mestrin back gently, and smiling at her, she crooned to her, "Your turn now."

Mestrin was dizzy with desire, her body was almost insane with the need for release, she had enjoyed bringing Meegret to release, and seeing the effect it had, her body was like a lust driven beast, snarling at the bars of an imaginary cage, to burst out, to explode, and she felt the sizzles of pleasure as Meegret started to travel down her body, planting soft wet kisses everywhere. Mestrin was now incapable of coherent speech, she was making growling, animalistic cries of passion, as Meegret gave her body the same loving caresses that she had received. Kissing the skin just over her opening, she parted Mestrin's legs, placed herself between the part, and Mestrin thrust her hips up, on fire with lust, needing Meegret's tender ministrations.

Meegret could smell the heady, steamy scent of Mestrin's arousal, she wasted no time, eagerly plastering her mouth tightly against the lips of her opening, and letting her tongue making sweeping, broad licks all over, wanting to get every taste she could, then pulling her tongue back, she started doing the same quick flicking with her tongue. Quickly bringing her tentacles up, she slipped them along the lips, running her tentacles in circles, chasing her tongue around and around, feeling the vibrating of Mestrin's body.

Mestrin's head was spinning, she felt the massive build-up, and as the release blasted into her, she let our a piercing scream of pleasure, the release kept pounding at her, waves and waves of sizzling pleasure, each one brought a full throated shriek from her, as Meegret kept the licking and caressing going, giving the newest senior flight officer the release of a lifetime.

Mestrin was dimly aware of Meegret pulling away, lifting her body up, and her face in front of her. Seeing her own juices shining on Meegret's lips, Mestrin eagerly wove her tentacles through Meegret's long black hair, and pulled her down for more sizzling kisses of tongue filled passion, eagerly tasting her very own juices. Meegret cuddled in against her, their bodies entwined, nuzzling and gently caressing each other, their passion spent, but still needing that close, intimate contact that was so satisfying after mating.

They lay closely entwined, nude bodies pressed tenderly together, each of them making the low, purring like sound of satisfaction that was typical of the females of their race, savoring the pleasure that they had shared, until Mestrin reluctantly got up, and just as reluctantly, put on her uniform. Meegret stayed with her until they were at the door, and Mestrin needed to know.

Caressing her face, she asked Meegret, "I was wondering...I know that we can't....I just want to know...was this only a one time happening?"

Meegret drew her forward, and again they were kissing passionately, until both were flushed, needing to come up for air. Mestrin was still holding her breath, worried about Meegret's reply.

"No, this is not a one time thing" Meegret said firmly, noting with a twinge of amusement as Mestrin finally released her breath, "after the way you made me feel, I could never go without those fabulous sensations. My pleasure machine is such a weak imitation of the real thing."

Mestrin felt the surge of joy, she had a lover, a regular lover, who was as eager to continue as she was. Being a well trained senior officer, she knew very well that in the public areas of the ship, she would accord Meegret the respect and the emotional distance that was due her as the vessel's Sub-commander. Behind closed doors, however, they would give each other all the loving attention that both of them craved.

Meegret released the override, and Mestrin stepped out, turned, giving her the gesture of respect, for the benefit of anyone who might be close by. After she had left, Meegret relaxed, feeling a bit dazed by it all. Two lovers, one right after the other, getting to enjoy all the experiences of what the Earth people called heterosexuality and lesbian sexuality, and the promise of more mating sessions with her two sexy lovers, certainly was making this mission one to be remembered.

It certainly would be remembered, for more reasons that that.

[groomleader]

Part 6

Meegret awoke, refreshed and ready for her duty shift. She quickly got dressed, a look in the mirror assured her that her uniform was just so, and in a few minutes, she entered the flight deck. She noticed two of the newly promoted officers were on duty with her, senior flight officer Mestrin Orsoton was taking her station, her face alive with joy at being at the helm of the "Nestaso", while senior science officer Llaywellyn Tempis took his place at the science station.

Meegret officially relieved the Commander, and as he left the deck, the flight crew stood, and she saw the excited faces, as they gave her the customary greeting of "Sub-commander on the deck" and the gesture of respect.

"As you were" she replied, and they went back to the tasks at hand.

She took her place in the command chair, and sat back, expecting another quiet time, there was really not anything to see in the trans-dimensional corridor, they were still 56 hours away from the home-world, 560 light years, if not for the corridor. She was just getting settled when a warning klaxon started to sound. Meegret was stunned, the horn was set to sound when the corridor's end was coming up. It couldn't be, they were still 560 light years away from home, when the ship exited the corridor, back into normal space.

"Forward thrust off, hold us here, get scanners on the corridor, forward view on, and get a fix on our position" Meegret ordered.

"It will be done Sub-commander" the deck officers replied, working briskly to fulfill their tasks.

The viewscreen showed a yellow dwarf star, and a massive planet in orbit at about 180 million miles from the star.

Science officer Tempis, at the science station scanners, reported, "According to Earth astronomy star mapping, this star is called HD 2039, it is a yellow dwarf star in the constellation Phoenix. Earth astronomy reports that HD 2039 is a stable G-type star, meaning it shines with the same white light that can be seen in the Sun. In terms of mass, the star exhibits almost identical properties as Earth's sun, its radius is approximately six-fifth times the size of the Sun's. The planet you see in orbit is an exoplanet at least three times the mass of the planet Jupiter. It was discovered by what was called the Anglo-Australian Planet Search team in the year 2002, and was the 100th exoplanet to be discovered from Earth. The gravity well on that planet must be incredibly strong, we are fortunate that the aperture did not open into it."

"Well, at least we know where we are, but what happened to the corridor?"

"Unknown at this time, Sub-commander, the computers are scanning the aperture, we should have an analysis very quickly. Hazarding a guess, I'd have to say the corridor is not stable, at least at one end, it probably opens up at different areas in the space time continuum, at random times. Since the universe is expanding, it is not a big surprise that would occur. We also don't know if it re-appears in a set pattern, such as Earth, our home-world, again and again, or whether the appearance is a one time only occurrence. I must also point out, Sub-commander, that the corridor will in all likelihood vanish from where we are now, and might never re-appear. It could happen in a few minutes, hours, days, weeks, we have no way of measuring the stability. Even if we could, it could destabilize within a few seconds, and then the aperture is gone. We would be stranded out here in the vastness, hundreds of light years away from any habitable area."

The computer had very little information, other than the aperture was stable at the present time, and Meegret ordered officer Tempis to monitor the situation continually. Meegret was chilled as she considered what officer Tempis had told her, but she didn't have time to be unsure, or scared, she was Sub-commander Meegret Talshar, the crew was looking to her for leadership, and that's what she was going to do.

"Sub-commander, we could head back in, now, and drop a scanning probe just inside the opening. If the opening moves, hopefully the probe will go with it, and we can see where it ends up. This is of course, theoretical, we have no way of knowing what, if anything, can be carried along with the corridor. As of now, it is our best option. Probe is ready, I have it ready to launch, scanners are in operation, and relay link is co-ordinated."

"Excellent, officer Tempis, excellent!" Meegret complimented.

Just before she could give the order, science officer Tempis had something to add.

"Sub-commander, just appearing from behind the planet, three space vessels."

"EM damping buffers on."

The buffers cycled up quickly, hiding the ship from detection. The ships were heavily armored, and scanners disclosed powerful particle beam disruptor cannons, that could seriously damage the "Nestaso." Just the look of those ships, seeming so arrogant and ready to fight, signaled that this was a war-making race, that did not want peaceful contact.

Meegret had to disable them, letting them get into the corridor, and show up at Earth, or worse, the home-world, would be disastrous.

"Weapons officer, ready an EMP charge, attach a marker beacon, and prepare it for launch. They'll of course close in to investigate, and when the warhead detonates, the EMP will knock them out of commission for a while, at least."

Electro-magnetic pulse (EMP) was a phenomenon that had been discovered during the early days of atomic weapons testing on Earth. When a warhead was detonated in space, the abrupt pulse of electro-magnetic radiation produces rapidly-changing electric fields and magnetic fields that can couple with electronic systems to produce damaging current and voltage surges. The country called the United States demonstrated to nuclear scientists that the magnitude and effects of a high altitude nuclear explosion in creating an EMP were much larger than had been previously calculated. During a test in July 1962, a 1.44 megaton nuclear device was detonated in space, 250 miles above the mid-Pacific Ocean. The test, called "Starfish Prime", made those effects known to the public by causing electrical damage in the US state of Hawaii, 900 miles away from the detonation point, knocking out about 300 streetlights, setting off numerous burglar alarms and damaging a telephone company microwave link. That incident, along with rapidly rising levels of nuclear fallout into the Earth's atmosphere, and the need to slow the arms race, helped to bring in the nuclear test ban treaty of 1963, after almost a decade of back and forth negotiations between Earth's superpowers. The treaty prohibited nuclear test detonations in the atmosphere, underwater or in outer space. Underground nuclear tests were exempt, as the superpowers could not agree on a method to detect underground testing, and the possible difficulty in distinguishing whether it was a nuclear test or a regular seismic event like an earthquake. Levels of radioactive carbon isotopes, which had doubled in the Earth's atmosphere in the time period from 1955 to 1963, peaked in 1963 then decreased significantly in the years following the treaty enactment, along with other background levels of nuclear fallout.

Meegret had read about that from the earth based databanks, she was thinking back to their planet's early days of experimenting with fissionable isotopes to create energy. Back then, their world had been divided into sections, what on Earth were called nations, the idea of nuclear weapons had been thought about, until scientists across the planet had united to warn about the dangers of nuclear weapons, and how they could destroy the entire planet. Nuclear fallout, the dangers of an arms race, and how EMP could destroy electrical systems had been spelled out. That had been a turning point for their race, they came together as one people, not nation against nation, and had worked hard to create alternatives to nuclear power. When those alternatives came to fruition, nuclear power was quickly scrapped, it was far too dangerous, too destructive and created far too many dangerous materials that would be radioactive for hundreds of thousands of years. Insane, to use such unstable elements, and then have such high level radioactive waste products, she was thankful that her race had steered away from such madness.

Realizing that an EMP could be a useful weapon against warring space vessels, they had discovered that an EMP could be produced without using a nuclear warhead, and the ship was equipped with charges of explosively pumped flux compression generators (EPFCG). They generate a high-power electromagnetic pulse by compressing magnetic flux using high explosive. An EPFCG can be used only once as a pulsed power supply since the device is physically destroyed during operation. Even a small EPFCG package that could be easily carried by a person can produce pulses in the millions of amperes and tens of terawatts, exceeding the power of a lightning strike. With the charge being considerably larger, this should slow them down quite well.

Meegret ordered "Bring us about, take us back into the corridor flight officer Orsoton."

Depressing the comm button, her voice carried throughout the ship "all sections, prepare for re-entry into the trans-dimensional corridor, bring hull integrity to maximum cohesion, set forward velocity off 1/10 of a second as we cross the threshold, adjust the stabilizers to automatic correction settings."

Closing in fast on the corridor, Meegret gave the order to the senior flight officer.

"Take us in, flight officer Orsoton."

"It will be done, Sub-commander" came her prompt, crisp reply.

"Weapons officer, two seconds before we enter, deactivate the EM damping buffers, then launch the charge at the one second mark before we enter. Set the EMP detonation for 4 minutes after we cross the threshold. Also set proximity charges, just in case they want to destroy it without taking a closer look. At two seconds in, drop the scanning probe."

"It will be done, Sub-commander."

The ship was racing towards the bright corona, the buffers cycled down, there was a small shudder as the EMP charge was fired backwards towards the fleet, then the engines cut out for the tenth of a second, and they were back in the corridor, the scanner was placed at the two second mark, and the ship was racing away from the HD 2039 system.

Behind them, 4 minutes later, as the ships were motionless around the charge, preparing to take it aboard the lead ship, it detonated, and did exactly what an EMP pulse will do, slamming into the ships, and quickly destroying all the electronics aboard all 3 ships with massive voltage surges. The ships were left to drift uselessly, totally helpless. They had small scout vessels that were less damaged, they had to abandon their warships, and the crews of all 3 ships crowded aboard their scout vessels, limping away from the region, they watched as their once powerful warships were caught in the planet's gravity well, and pulled down to smash into the huge bulk.

Meegret wouldn't know it, but she had put a large crimp in the plans of the war making race. Not only were they violent, they had a host of primitive god superstitions. Since they had never gotten any readings of an alien ship, the suggestive, superstitious minds had quickly latched on to the idea that angry gods had attacked their fleet, and had demonstrated their power to smash even their heavily armored warships. The rumors would set their own home-world on a nervous knife edge, the violent urges held in check by the belief that angry gods would smash them down.

At the helm of the "Nestaso", Meegret received reports and replied to inquiries. Commander Riyudla made a brief appearance on the deck, just to check out what had occurred, and Commander and Sub-commander conferred quietly for a few minutes.

"The senior officers are already preparing the report, you will have it soon Commander."

Verson replied, "No hurry, Sub-commander, I'm off to bed, I need some rest." Raising his voice slightly, so the flight deck crew could hear, he said "Excellent response Sub-commander, you handled the situation perfectly, I will make sure that your actions will be duly noted. I will sleep better, knowing that the best Sub-commander in the fleet is in control. Carry on, Sub-commander Talshar."

"It will be done, Commander" Meegret replied, giving him the gesture of respect.

Verson returned the gesture, his eyes twinkling, and he left the deck. Meegret felt a swell of pride, being complimented by the Commander in front of the senior officers was one of the highest forms of respect in the Republic, and it helped to bolster the steely resolve that was a major part of Sub-commander Meegret Talshar's personality. They still had a highly important mission to complete, regardless of what happened, and she would do everything within her power to get them back to where they should be.

The hours passed, they were halfway through their duty shift, and Meegret decided to give the senior flight officer a little taste of the command chair. She stood, walked over to the helm, and when Mestrin noticed her there, she looked up.

"Flight officer Orsoton, I am relieving you at the helm, I would like you to take the command chair as acting commander."

She saw the stunned expression cross her face, then Mestrin was quickly on her feet, giving Meegret the gesture of respect.

"It will be done, Sub-commander."

Meegret took the helm, enjoying the feel of the controls at her tentacles. She had climbed from junior to senior flight officer, and when she had been promoted to Sub-commander, as much as she was honored to be in the command circle, she really missed being at the helm. She sneaked a look at Mestrin, suppressing a grin as she saw the newest senior flight officer sitting carefully in the chair, her face bright and alive with joy. She looked like a child on that special earth day, what was it, oh yes, Christmas morning.

Once again, the command privilege allowed the latitude. Being at command while in the corridor was what humans would call a quiet cruise, and Meegret felt that the senior officers should have a feel of what being at command is like, for the ones who are eager to make it into the ranks of command.

Meegret had had the experience, when she was working her way up the command chain. She had just been promoted to senior flight officer while on the Republic's Interstellar class defense vessel "Lotasis". Sub-commander Glyerson Thimlianson had given Meegret several shifts in the command chair as an acting commander, and Meegret was thrilled at the idea of command. With that steely resolve, it was a fairly easy task to work and excel, until she got the promotion to Sub-commander.

Now, she was just fully enjoying being at the helm, the "Nestaso" was a wonderful ship to pilot. The other officers, eager to help out one of their own, reported various figures and status reports to "acting commander Orsoton", and Mestrin did a good job of being acting commander.

Meegret was so enjoying being at the helm, she didn't notice that the shift was almost over until Mestrin was standing next to her.

With a small grin, Mestrin said, "Returning command of the vessel to you, Sub-commander Talshar."

Meegret smiled, and replied, "And I return control of the helm to you, senior flight officer Orsoton."

Meegret saw the grin, and the look in Mestrin's green eyes spoke of what special way she would like to thank the Sub-commander personally for the opportunity. Even though they had used the very proper, officer to commander communication, the eyes communicated very fully what each other was feeling, and Meegret could feel the squirmy pulse of heat deep down, she knew that Mestrin would be visiting her very soon after their duty shift had ended.

[Marlene38EE]

VERY nice!!
I am enjoying the story overall, and always a lovergirl of spacebattles, but this...

QUOTE
they had discovered that an EMP could be produced without using a nuclear warhead, and the ship was equipped with charges of explosively pumped flux compression generators (EPFCG). They generate a high-power electromagnetic pulse by compressing magnetic flux using high explosive. An EPFCG can be used only once as a pulsed power supply since the device is physically destroyed during operation. Even a small EPFCG package that could be easily carried by a person can produce pulses in the millions of amperes and tens of terawatts, exceeding the power of a lightning strike. With the charge being considerably larger, this should slow them down quite well.
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VERY nice indeed!!
been doing some research i see.... :biggthumpup:!cool:biggthumpup:

[groomleader]

VERY nice!!
I am enjoying the story overall, and always a lovergirl of spacebattles, but this...

QUOTE
they had discovered that an EMP could be produced without using a nuclear warhead, and the ship was equipped with charges of explosively pumped flux compression generators (EPFCG). They generate a high-power electromagnetic pulse by compressing magnetic flux using high explosive. An EPFCG can be used only once as a pulsed power supply since the device is physically destroyed during operation. Even a small EPFCG package that could be easily carried by a person can produce pulses in the millions of amperes and tens of terawatts, exceeding the power of a lightning strike. With the charge being considerably larger, this should slow them down quite well.
ENDQUOTE

VERY nice indeed!!
been doing some research i see.... :biggthumpup:!cool:biggthumpup:

Thanks Marlene, yes I have, I want to make the story as realistic as possible, and researching is vitally important, I don't want to create a 50's era "outer space" tale, with super weapons, and energy sources, and other fantastic gizmos that are all flashy and shiny, but never a word on what makes them work.
!cool

[Natsu]

noce story

[groomleader]

Part 7

Meegret shook wildly, her cries and growls of pleasure filling the room as Mestrin's face was eagerly pressed against her sex, giving her tender, loving, passionate licks, her tentacles joining the fun, making Meegret's release go on and on, her body pounding with pleasure that just surged through her again and again, until Meegret felt like she would go insane from the unrelenting pleasure, she gently pushed Mestrin away from her pulsing sex, and pulled her up, face to face, sharing tender, loving kisses.

After Meegret had got her breath back, she was ready. She liked to give as well as she got, and she soon had the senior flight officer howling with pleasure as she gave Mestrin's eager sex the same loving attention, tongue and tentacles tracing around her opening, setting her nerve endings blazing with sizzling pleasure, making Mestin's release sweep over her again and again, like ocean waves of pleasure. Finally she could take no more, reaching down, gently pulling Meegret's head up, Meegret slithered up Mestrin's body, face to face, sharing tender caresses and soft, loving kisses.

At the end of the duty shift, and they had wasted no time. Once behind closed doors, the clothes and with them, the ranks of sub-commander and senior flight officer had come off, and they had descended on each other like hungry, sex fueled creatures, eager to lovingly ravish each other. As they lay entwined, floating in the wonderful feeling of after glow, making the low, purring like sound of satisfaction, savoring the pleasure that they had shared, Meegret smiled, she loved the feeling of being well used, sexually speaking.

They had agreed that when they were together as lovers, they would not talk about ship's business of any sort. Being together as they were at the present time was just for them, the vessel, and the duties of officer and sub-commander were set aside, and were not allowed to interfere with the wonderful pleasures they shared.

Meegret felt Mestrin nuzzling at that tender spot, just behind the arch of her neck, eager for more. Which was fine, as Meegret was just as eager for more. Mestrin had been reading more about lesbian sexuality, and she swung into a position that was called on earth a 69. Meegret felt her lust climb higher, as Mestrin's beautiful sex was hovering over her, while she felt Mestrin's head moving between her legs.

"Yes, oh yes, my sweet, let me lick you, so good" Meegret cooed.

She pulled Mestrin's hips close, she could feel Mestrin's tongue slide out, and make contact with her. Meegret grunted with passion as she felt the tip of Mestrin's tongue slip between her slick, juicy lips, and start to burrow into her juice filled center. Meegret gazed at Mestrin's crimson flesh before her, her tentacles gently spread open the pink rim of her sex. Meegret felt the stab of arousal, her lover's beautiful sex, spread open, so wet, so pink, so hot and inviting, urging her on to bury her tongue deep in Mestrin's silken folds. Meegret eagerly did so, pulling Mestrin's gushing, heated center tightly against her mouth, Meegret grunted with passion as she felt Mestrin burying her tongue deep into the middle of her center of lust, hearing Mestrin's muffled squeal of pleasure.

They started to lick, probe, touch and caress each other, almost like they were mirror images, sub-commander and flight officer both unconsciously copying what one was doing to the other, moving in unison, delivering loving licks and caresses. Meegret could feel the swell of her release starting to rise, and she worked feverishly over Mestrin's heated sex, eagerly pushing Mestrin toward another glorious release. Closer, closer, and then the feel of Mestrin's loving licks, her tentacles sliding around and around the rim of her sex, sent her flying over the edge. Meegret let out a full throated howl as her release crashed into her, dimly, she heard Mestrin's loud shriek of pleasure as she joined Meegret, both kept their tentacles rimming each other, over and over, more shrieks and howls of ecstasy sounded, as their releases kept pummeling at them, over and over, until both bodies lay sprawled out, exhausted but so satisfied.

Meegret spooned against Mestrin, gently nuzzling and caressing her, coos of pleasure filling the bedroom. Meegret was feeling something unfamiliar, the idea of being with Mestrin, forever, she thought it was what Humans called Love. Meegret was somewhat startled, she'd never felt a depth of feeling like this before. She decided to sort of mentally put it aside, and examine it later. There was still a lot of unknown about the mission, and as Sub-commander, she was determined to provide the leadership, along with the Commander, that the vessel needed. Such deep feelings had no place in her life right now, and unconsciously, she started the low purring sound of satisfaction, hearing Mestrin's purr join hers, making her feel even closer to the senior flight officer.

After a long, extended languish in the afterglow, Mestrin reluctantly got up, and started to don her uniform. It was time to set aside their time as lovers, and return to the routine of the ship.

"I have to get to back to duty, I'm instructing a group of crew first class who want to enrol in the Republic's flight school, and it's my duty as senior flight officer to see who has what it takes. If they have the aptitude, then they'll get an interview at the flight center. They'll go up in a scout ship, and the flight officer will give them a real ride, to see if they have the stomach for it. The last thing we need is to have a cadet lose his nerve, not to mention his meal, at a critical point in their flight sessions."

Meegret said, "How did you react to it?"

Mestrin grinned and said, "I absolutely loved every second of it. As soon as we were in the manoeuvres, I knew, without a doubt that I wanted to be a flight officer. If anything, it spurred me on to be the best, and graduating at the top of the class was such an honor."

Meegret said, "That's what got you aboard our vessel. Commander Riyudla specifically asked for you, and only you, to join our vessel's company, and after reading your transcript, I fully concurred."

Mestrin felt a large glow of satisfaction, the fact that both Commander and Sub-commander had specifically requested her, was a high form of respect, and of course it would be known about by the Republic's hierarchy, thereby increasing the respect. The boost to her self confidence and sense of self-worth was immense, and she was determined to be the best flight officer in the entire Republic.

At the door, they engaged in a long, drawn out kiss, as soon as the doors opened, Mestrin stepped out, turned and gave Meegret the gesture of respect, for the benefit of anyone passing by. With Sub-commander's privilege, it was unlikely that anyone would wonder about Mestrin being in the Sub-commander's quarters, but, it never hurt to be sure that all the Republic's regulations were seen, outside of their private, intimate encounters.

**********

The warning klaxon sounded, and Meegret felt the rush of her body reacting. The ship left the corridor, and Meegret was ready.

"Viewscreen on, all engines off."

She could see the thin crescent of the moon, 50,000 miles in the distance, and beyond, the familiar blue green shape of the Earth. Meegret breathed a small sigh of relief, at least one end of the corridor seemed to be in a fixed position. At the very worst, if they were stranded, at least the Earth was habitable, although they would have to settle in some out of the way place. Of course, having a human aboard who seemed to be on their side would certainly help. He could interact with the human population, thinking about it, Meegret realized that they had 2 more humans. With the mission in a holding pattern, they should be brought out of the stasis. Brandon could interact with them, perhaps get them accustomed to being onboard an alien ship, with humanoid, but not homo sapien life forms. And, in a worst case scenario, they could also be a sort of screen between them, and the resident humans on Earth, if they needed to settle on the planet.

"Flight officer Orsoton, set course for the moon, engines to one-quarter thrust, take us into orbit around the moon."

"It will be done, Sub-commander" came her prompt reply.

"Science officer Tempis, update on our scanning probe."

"Sub-commander, the other end is still open to the HD 2039 system, we will scan it every 30 minutes, and as soon as there is a change, command will be notified immediately."

Thirty minutes later, "Nestaso" arced gracefully into orbit, the EM damping field established, and Meegret relaxed a bit. When her duty shift ended, she'd talk to the Commander, and bring up the idea of bringing the 2 females out of stasis, since it may be some time before they could return, if ever, it seemed cruel to leave them under. They were certainly not on board for cruel reasons, and it was time to get them accustomed to life on board.

When her shift ended, she summoned Brandon to her quarters. She needed to give him her ideas, and ask if he could be the one to ease them into the idea of life on board, and, possibly, along with the females, be the "human screen" between the ship's compliment, and Earth's humans, if settling on the Earth became their only option.

When Brandon arrived, she could see the telltale evidence of his arousal, and her need for his mating skill quickly displaced the reason she had originally summoned him for, that could be discussed later.

They quickly stripped, both of them could feel the hunger rising quickly, and they tumbled onto her bed, hands and tentacles eagerly stroking, caressing, Meegret wrapped her tentacles around his sex organ, feeling the surge, and she wanted to take him into her mouth. If she and Mestrin could engage in oral pleasure, she and Brandon could too.

"Lie back Brandon" she whispered.

Brandon did as requested, and watch as Meegret kissed her way, down, down, she started to lick at his stiff, hard pole, using her tongue to tickle, caress and lick hungrily at him. As he watched, she parted her lips, and slid her hot mouth, down, down. Brandon growled as he felt his cock encased in a tight, wet heaven of sucking. She went down right to his balls, then drew back, and plunged down the stiff rod again.

This was the first male sex organ that Meegret had ever been so close to, let alone having it in her mouth. At first she had been unsure, wondering if her lack of experience would be a hindrance to pleasure, but Brandon's growls of pleasure, and his whispered endearments of how good it felt, kept her in the right direction. She gave his sex organ the hot, wet pleasure of her mouth, she could feel him become steel hard, then the throbs started to shoot through his organ, he started to pulse, and Meegret was rewarded as he started to spill his sperm into her mouth.

Meegret was thrilled with the gushes of his essence filling her mouth, he tasted sweet and creamy, and she eagerly drank down his sperm, licking rapidly at his cock head, eager to get every drop.

Meegret quickly found herself in the position Brandon had just been in, and Brandon was eager to taste her. He found her to be sweet, and his tongue went to work, his fingers joined in, and Meegret felt the crazy rush again, reaching at her, her release crashing into her, spinning her senses around, and her screams of sexual pleasure filled her room, it just pounded at her, and Brandon felt his cock quickly returning to readiness. When Meegret was coming down, Brandon rose up, and rolled Meegret gently on to her side, he got behind her, and nudged against her hot, eager opening.

"Yes, yes, yes, do it Brandon" she whispered.

Grasping her hips, he entered her, driving his cock in fully, and Meegret felt the pleasure as his organ filled her up. He started to ride her, slowly, more gently than just frenzied mating, and Meegret felt the tenderness. Meegret loved the new position, having him entering her from behind, while they lay on their sides, and Meegret could feel herself building back up. The repeated thrusts of his sex organ deep inside her pushed her to her point, and as she felt it crest, Brandon growled, as her spines reached out, piercing his cock, and pumping in the pheromones. The piercing pain was quickly chased away by the burst of incredible pleasure, both of them felt his organ swell up, and Meegret went over, her release ramming into her, her shrieks of pleasure being joined by Brandon's animalistic howls of climax, as his cock erupted. Stream after stream of his sperm gushed into Meegret's receptive entrance, both of the shaking and shuddering as their release seemed to go on and on, Brandon's organ felt like it would never run dry.

They finally slumped, Meegret was breathless from the mad sensory rush, Brandon feeling like he had pumped gallons into the lusty sub-commander. Brandon cuddled her close to him, and for a while, they just lay quietly in satisfied contentment. Meegret was the first one to break the silence.

"Brandon, I have a matter that I would like to discuss with you, I am thinking that it might be time to bring the human females out of stasis."

Brandon was startled, he was so occupied with learning all about the ship, and the race that built it, he'd not even thought that there'd be more humans on board.

"One of them was the female you were mating with, her name is Kathy Slates" Meegret said evenly.

Brandon flushed red, embarrassed. He remembered her, her energetic fucking, and how he had used her as a substitute for his long lost girlfriend. He wondered if Meegret knew how young Kathy was, what she thought of him fucking a 15 year old.

Meegret continued, "Do not be concerned Brandon. You were mating with her, can I assume that the mating was, what you call, consensual?"

Even though she knew it was, she did not want him to know that she had read his thoughts, and Brandon nodded. She reassured him that it was no business of hers who he was mating with, or something as meaningless as what age she was.

She gave him a quick overview of the situation, they were in lunar orbit, and waiting to see if the trans-dimensional corridor would return to her home-world. She filled him in on why she had chosen to take the two females, and gave him a quick description of how she had dealt with the rapist who had abused the second female, Carlena Midson.

"Now, we are going to see the Commander, and I will outline the rest."

They quickly got dressed, and Brandon noticed the Sub-commander personality step forward, as Meegret inspected her uniform in the mirror, making sure the braids of command were aligned correctly, and they left her quarters. Soon, they were in Commander Riyudla's quarters. Meegret gave her ideas about bringing the females out of stasis, having Brandon to orient them to life aboard the "Nestaso". She also touched on the idea of using them as their contacts with humans on the planet, if they were forced to settle on the Earth permanently. They would make an excellent smokescreen.

Brandon joined in, remarking that if they needed supplies and foods, they could make a trip down to the surface in the scout ship, and he could buy what was needed, and they could bring it back.

"I enjoyed Meegret's Ergult stew, and I could buy various Earth based meats and plants, and you could try what Earth has to offer. My house has a wall safe, and I have a good supply of cash, ready to be spent."

The commander liked what he was hearing, the idea of having a conduit to replenish the ship's food stores was an excellent idea. Also, a great way to get adjusted to the different tastes of Earth's foods, if they needed to stay long term.

"Excellent ideas, Sub-Commander Talshar, and Brandon, let's go over to the medical bay, and revive our two remaining guests."

[jreezy33]

This is a great story. Please keep it going!

[groomleader]

Thanks very much for the encouragement, I do intend to keep it going.

[groomleader]

Part 8

Meegret, Brandon and Commander Riyudla entered the medical bay. Senior medical officer Sabeena Thysonia greeted them, smiling, she remembered how Sub-commander Talshar had expedited her promotion.

At a viewscreen, Sabeena called up images of Carlena Midson as she had looked, and Brandon shuddered at the images of her face, battered and bruised.

"My god, what happened to her?"

"We found her chained to a bed after having been raped and sodomized by some filthy sonneck choi. I couldn't turn my back, and pretend we hadn't seen her, not with that filthy pervert intent on keeping her there. We brought her aboard, so we could tend to her injuries."

"What about the rapist, did he get away, was he caught be the police?"

Meegret gave him the killing grin, and said, "No, he was caught by me, and that disgusting chumpis varlous will never be able to hurt another female, ever."

The grin, and the way that Meegret said it, made it clear to Brandon what the rapist had got, not that he hadn't earned the justice that Meegret had dispensed.

Meegret continued, "So, with our newest senior medical officer tending to her injuries, this is how she looks now, after treatment."

Sabeena brought up another set of images, and Brandon blinked as he saw the changes, all bruises healed, all cuts repaired with no trace of the original injuries.

"Oh, and one more thing. We removed her memories from about 3 hours before the attack, so she won't know what she went through before we took her. If she wants to know, just tell her that she was in a car accident, something like that, and that she suffered a concussion to explain the blankness of her memory. I don't think there's anything to be gained by spelling out exactly what happened to her, do you?"

At Brandon's nod, Meegret said, "Ok, senior medical officer Thysonia, can you turn off the somnetic field, then we'll get out of sight, while you Brandon, can explain to the females what has occurred."

Over at the patient chambers, Sabeena entered the codes to start the field to cycle down. They had two minutes before the field would be cycled off, and the females would rise to wakefulness. Meegret, Sabeena and Verson quickly left, and in an adjoining cabin, turned on a viewscreen, to watch their guests.

They watched closely as the tops of the chambers slid open, and Brandon leaned in. He helped the two females up, handing them robes when they swam up through the fuzziness, to realize they were totally naked. The female named Kathy Slates didn't have a problem with it, since her last memory had been resting comfortably against Brandon after mating, but the one called Carlena Midson quickly covered herself, being in this strange place, with a strange man.

"Hey babe, what's going on?" Kathy said, "This doesn't look like your place anymore. And who is she?" she finished, with a look at Carlena.

"Who are you? Where in the hell am I? What's going on??" Carlena demanded.

"Well, that's going to take some time" Brandon began........

....."and that takes us to where we are now, in lunar orbit, waiting to see if the trans-dimensional corridor will re-establish itself at the Siberrean home-world."

The female named Kathy Slates seemed to have the same glow of excitement that Brandon had when he was brought back to consciousness. The other female, Carlena Midson, had her doubts, thinking that this was some weird joke put together by her twisted friends.

Brandon said, "I can see your doubts Carlena, let me erase them."

He said to the viewscreen, "Commander, Sub Commander, and Senior medical officer, come and join us."

A minute later, and Carlena's doubts vanished. She stared in shock at the obviously alien creatures standing in front of her, while Kathy had that same pent-up excitement that Brandon had displayed.

"Hello Kathy, and Carlena, I am Commander Verson Riyudla."

"And I am Sub-commander Meegret Talshar."

"And I am Senior medical officer Sabeena Thysonia."

Carlena just stared, dumbstruck. This was way too elaborate for some weird joke, she took in the creatures standing before her, noticing the similarities, and especially the differences. The flipper like hands, with 6 tentacle like appendages where fingers would be on each, the longer arms. Their skin structure was different, more like smooth snakeskin, their natural skin coloring was a rich olive tone. She looked at their faces, seeing the more prominent brow ridges, eyebrows that swept upwards, eyes, nose and mouth structure larger than hers.

Although they certainly were different, they weren't that different. She noticed that two of them, the Sub-commander and the Senior medical officer appeared to be female, and had breasts like human females, and in silhouette, it would be very hard to see the differences, as the females of both races had fairly similar body shapes. They also spoke English well, although she thought that they probably had to learn how to speak it. Their smiles seemed to be genuine, and welcoming, and she started to relax a little.

Kathy was eager to reach out to them. She hopped up, ran over to Meegret.

Shyly, she asked, "Could I touch you?"

Meegret smiled warmly, and said, "Go right ahead Kathy."

As her fingertips reached out, making contact with her, Meegret suddenly had Kathy hugging her tightly.

"Oh my god, it's real, you're really real, I'm not just dreaming, this is so amazing!"

Meegret made a low chuckling sound, hugging Kathy to her, and said, "Yes, Kathy, we are real, just as real as you, Brandon and Carlena are."

Kathy stepped back, took Meegret's arm, and brought it close to her face. The tentacles fascinated her, she wanted a closer look. Her fingers reached out, stroking at them, and her eyes went wide with amazement as she felt Meegret's tentacles snake around her fingers, tugging gently on them. Her hands reached up, glided over Meegret's face, she was equally fascinated by the smooth, olive tone snakeskin.

Kathy murmured "So amazing, such wonderful skin, I love it, it feels so warm."

She gazed into Meegret's eyes, seeing the intelligence, her mind whirling with the knowledge that they were not alone in the universe. Ever since she was a small child, she had yearned to know about the heavens, to see other world intelligence, and now, being in this close proximity to intelligent beings from another world was like the best dream in her life come true.

Kathy's quick acceptance of the situation seemed to give Carlena some extra courage, she relaxed further, and motioned to Brandon to come and sit next to her.

"You've told us everything, except how we got here, do you know what happened to me? I seem to have a blank in my memory, I remember being on the road, thinking about taking a rest stop, and that's where my memory ends."

Brandon said, "From what I have been told, you were in a traffic accident, you suffered a bad concussion, and when they came across you, they wanted to take care of you. Probably that would account for the memory loss. You were pretty banged up, but their medical technology is more advanced than ours, and they healed you without a trace of the injuries you suffered, except for that blank in your memory. Even with their advanced technology, the can't restore memories lost to a concussion."

Brandon saw Meegret look his way, she gave him a warm, thank-you smile for sparing Carlena the details of what actually happened to her.

Meegret said, "I think our guests would like something to eat, and hear some more of what our plans are."

Carlena and Kathy were escorted to one of the dining areas, where plates of Siberrean meat dishes, vegetables and fruits were set out. Kathy and Carlena looked dubious at first, until Brandon spread a portion of wild plestrin on his plate, ladled up a healthy portion of Ergult stew, and covered the plestrin with his ladle full. Seeing Brandon eagerly dig into his food convinced the females, and they followed his lead. After the first mouthful, pleased expressions came to their faces, and sighs of pleasure at the taste sounded, and realizing how ravenous they were, they hungrily wolfed down their food, both of them eagerly taking a second helping.

Meegret was observing, pleased that Brandon was leading the way, by helping himself to the unfamiliar foods, Kathy and Carlena would try what he was eating. Brandon was making himself invaluable by acclimatizing the human females to life aboard a Siberrean ship.

After eating their fill, Kathy and Carlena sat back, and listened intently as Commander Riyudla outlined the plans in more detail, about saving the Siberrean race from extinction, and the various scenarios that the home world had devised to that end.

"Now, I must stress that you will be coming with us, ONLY if you want to. We would never force an intelligent, but unwilling human to come with us. If you do not wish to come with us, we will be happy to take you back to the surface in a small scout vessel, and you will be let out, unharmed and undamaged, very close to where we took you from. Before you decide, if you wish to stay, we will need to harvest some of your eggs, and cool them for possible use in our cloning facilities. It is fast, you will not be conscious, and the harvesting will not leave scars or lingering pain."

Brandon joined in, "I'm staying, I have nothing left on Earth that I want to return to, just a lot of sad memories. This is my chance to build far better memories, and make what could be a huge difference in an entire civilization."

Meegret added, "We understand this is a huge decision, and you can take all the time you..."

Kathy interrupted, "I'm going too. Like Brandon, my life is crap, I was a teen age runaway, running away from 2 shitty parents, heading towards who knows what kind of yucky future. This is what I've wanted since I was a little kid, take all the eggs you want from me, I'm staying!"

Meegret smiled, Kathy Slates was certainly full of the spirit of adventure, she would be a most welcome addition to their expedition. Carlena Midson was undecided, everything was so new, so amazing, she felt overwhelmed, and unable to make a snap decision like Kathy had. Still, Sub-Commander Talshar had told her that she could take all the time she needed, and that she would be returned to the surface if she wished. They seemed to be trustworthy, Brandon certainly led the way in showing that.

"I need to take some time, I'm still not quite sure if I was running to something, or running away from something. I'm just sort of overwhelmed by it all", she said.

Meegret smiled and replied, "Oh by all means. Please ponder the questions, and decide for yourself, take plenty of time, we may be here for a while. After the trip to system HD 2039 and back, we are not sure when the wormhole will re-establish itself at the home-world."

IF the wormhole will re-establish itself, she thought fleetingly, but kept that thought to herself.

Part 9

"We said our Goodbyes, the night before,
Love was in your eyes, the night before,
Now today I find, you have changed your mind
Treat me like you did the night before...."

Meegret had discovered Earth music, and was quickly becoming a fan of the singing group that had been called the Beatles. The music was melodious, and it had an infectious feel good mood to it, that was very captivating to her. She was relaxing after duty, and the voices of the group filled her quarters, as her database searcher mined the music databases for Beatles tunes, downloading them into her personal data storage system.

It had been quite a time, the last few days. Carlena had decided that she wanted to join Brandon and Kathy, and stay with the ship. Meegret was pleased, things had gone well, although she was still waiting to see where, or if, the wormhole would re-establish. Every half hour check still showed the entrance to the HD2039 system, it had been a month, and Meegret was keyed up, she desperately wanted to go home, the idea of never seeing her home-world again, filled her with sadness.

Brandon had been ferried down to the surface, the first run had been quite a time. Meegret remembered it well....

Brandon had been keen on the idea of going down to the surface, and buying provisions. He wanted to cook some earth based dishes, Meegret liked the idea, they might have to get adjusted permanently to a new food supply. The "Nestatso" had cycled up the EM dampers to maximum, and they had left lunar orbit, and quickly re-established a high earth orbit.

Brandon and Meegret had been assigned the task, and Meegret had requested that senior officer Mestrin Orsoton pilot the craft, and with her excellence in combat training, she would also provide excellent security. Brandon suggested that they should head down to the surface early in the morning, under cover of darkness. Getting the dimensions of the scout ship, he told Meegret that the scout ship would fit in the old barn that was next to his house. They would stay in his house, and when the stores opened, Brandon would go grocery shopping. Meegret wished she could go with him, but there was not possible, even the most casual of glances would easily spot her differences. Meegret and Mestrin would have to stay at his house. When he returned, and night fell, they would transfer the provisions to the scout ship, and return to the "Nestaso."

The "Elestrin" had left at midnight, and Mestrin skilfully piloted the course back to his house, bringing the ship in right on target. Brandon pointed out the barn, and as Mestrin kept the ship hovering 2 feet off the ground, Brandon climbed down one of the extendable ladders, and stepping inside the barn, he rolled open the big double doors. Mestrin brought the small auxiliary ion pulse engines to 1/50 thrust power, and inched the ship in carefully, making sure not to nick any part of the ship against the doorway structure. One past the doors, the structure's barn floor was a big open space, the landing struts were deployed, and the "Elestrin" settled down gracefully. Brandon quickly rolled the doors shut, and locked them up with a large padlock.

In his house, there were 3 bedrooms, and each of them took a room, and prepared to settle in for the night. Meegret found the situation both comical and frustrating. She needed a hot, passionate, sweaty mating session, in the house with her two lovers, and unable to connect, what with the, as the earth saying went, three's a crowd expression. Meegret didn't think she could enjoy mating, as she was loud when her release slammed her, and she didn't need to wake the party that was not with them. Even giving herself that wonderful relief, she did not think she could stifle her expressions of enjoyment, she missed the soundproofing aboard the "Nestaso". She tossed and turned, before finally drifting into a light, not at all restful nap.

She opened her eyes, and saw Brandon looking at her.

"Meegret, it's 10 AM, I'm heading out to buy some groceries, it may take a while, so relax, and I'll call you on the telephone to let you know when I'm about to head back."

Brandon smiled as he left the house, and got into his car. The Ford was old, but it started on the first crank of the key. Brandon knew that Meegret was involved with the flight officer, he could sense it. The rest of the ship didn't, because they were clones, and as he had come to learn, generations of procreation by cloning had pretty well removed the sex drive, most of the people of the Republic would be disgusted or horrified at the idea of sexual relations. However, there were a few, Meegret and Mestrin were part of that few, who had enough of a sex drive still in their genetic makeup, to not only feel the urge, but be able to engage in sexual relations. Brandon wanted Mestrin and Meegret to have the freedom to indulge. He knew that Meegret was a highly driven woman, her rank is the most important thing to her, and when she spoke about fighting to the death, if need be, to save her planet's civilization, he knew she was vary serious. Her sexual drive was similarly heightened, and he knew that she needed the release, he was busy getting provisions, but he was not about to get all huffy if she had another lover. He knew his place aboard ship, and he would never, under any circumstances, try to undermine her authority in any manner. That would earn him a quick trip back to the emptiness of his life on Earth, and he knew that he could not bear screwing up the most exciting adventure he could ever undertake. The Sub-commander had more than enough heat for both him and Mestrin, the heat of her drives, when she was focused on his body, his pleasure, his mating skills, drove him to orgasms that were pinnacles of burning, shooting pleasure, he didn't think he could ever have sex with another human female, not after Meegret's mating skills wrung him out, time after time, leaving him limp, giddy, and satisfied like never before. The calling them on the telephone was merely a sort of alarm clock for them, so they could be back to Sub-commander and Senior flight officer before he returned.

Meegret heard the door open, she turned her head, saw Mestrin's body, completely naked in the doorway, Mestrin's vivid green eyes, blazing with sexual heat, locked on to hers. She felt the responses deep inside her, her pupils dialting, her olfactory senses sharpening to a keen edge, until she could smell the lust driven scent of her lover, her mating channel starting to lubricate quickly, her skin becoming sensitive, Mestrin's fingers would send electric bolts of pleasure surging through her, wherever she touched her. She could feel the heat of Mestrin's gaze, almost as if she was standing in front of an open oven door. Her body was thrumming with that desperate need, she made a low, keening sound of need, feeling the urge at fever pitch.

Mestrin saw the need, smelled the scent of her lover, heard the sound, her body was blazing with desire, she was in full mating urge, and she emitted a low, growling sound of desire, two fast steps, and Mestrin virtually pounced. Meegret felt the body of her lover land on top of her, those blazing green eyes just inches from hers, their breathing becoming rapid pants of desire. Their lips eagerly sought the others, and their lips clung hungrily together, feasting on the others lust. Their coupled desire was animalistic and raging, quickly assuming the 69 position, they eagerly devored each others sex, Meegret applied her tongue and her fingers to Mestrin, licking feverishly at her sex, as she felt the electric contact of Mestrin, eagerly applying her oral mating skills to Meegret's burning pleasure center. The bedroom quickly filled with howls, shrieks and full on screams of passion. Meegret felt the slam of the first release, and the 2nd, and 3rd, her voice howling, hearing Mestrin's answering shrieks as Meegret licked feverishly at Mestrin's sex, driving her lover into one release after another, on and on. Meegret just kept getting pummelled, over and over, giving as good as she got, and she was almost faint as Mestrin let out one last full throated scream, and they collapsed in a heap.

Meegret pulled herself around, and holding Mestrin close, she ran her tentacles through Mestrin's hair, gazing into those vivid green eyes. Meegret didn't quite know what to do, she felt the attraction getting stronger, and she was feeling that if this is what humans call love, she was falling in love. From what she had read about Earth societies, love could be either a strong force for good, or could make a person weak, make mistakes, make foolish choices. She had to not give in, she had to stay strong, for the good of the ship, and the good of her race. When the wormhole re-established itself at the home-world, then she could examine her feelings in depth. For now, such a strong emotion had to stay out of the picture.

Mestrin ran her tentacles through Meegret's long mane. She thought that her lover looked so much more sexy with her long mane of hair free of the confines of command style bun. Her tentacles stroked and caressed Meegret's jawline, and she was feeling that buildup of strange emotion, also. She also had to clamp down on it, though she ached to say the words "I love you". She could not, would not, even though it looked like Meegret was struggling to hold back the same feelings. Order aboard the ship, and the proper respect accorded the Commander and Sub-commander were drummed into the senior officers. The Republic's space fleet was founded on that bedrock, and unleashed emotions would quickly erode that. To fill the somewhat awkward silence, she started to make the low, purring sound of satisfaction, and Meegret quickly joined in, their bodies entwined, their thoughts a whirl of feelings and emotions.

Brandon was as good as his word, his call came through a full half-hour before he returned, giving Mestrin and Meegret lots of time to straighten things up. Brandon walked in, and he suppressed the grin as he sensed that Meegret and Mestrin had put their alone time to very good use. Meegret and Mestrin got a lesson in the foods that Earth people ate, as Brandon unbagged his purchases. They saw beef, pork, lamb and chicken meat, potatos, carrots, turnips, lettuce, mushrooms, rice, beans, multigrain breads and cereals, milk and cheese products, apples, oranges, bananas, lemons, and many more strange, but he assured them, delicious foods, Brandon had really gone all out, and the table and counters were filled. Some of the items needed cold storage, and they were placed in the refrigerator.

Meegret went to the barn, and took storage cases from the "Elestrin's" storage bay. The dry, non perishable items were placed in the cases, and tucked away in the storage bay. The perishables were left to wait in cold storage until the last item to be stashed aboard, then, under cover of darkness, the ship slipped quietly out of the barn, and Mestrin's piloting skills had them back aboard the "Nestaso" in short order.

With Brandon, Kathy and Carlena lending their cooking skills, they created tasty dinners, that were eagerly sampled, and quickly became favorites among the ship's personnel. Brandon had made a trip down every 3 days, to buy more supplies, their food was in great demand. Meegret cycled the senior officers in and out of rotation to the surface, she wanted them to get accustomed to the area, just in case. Brandon had been bringing his personal effects back up to the ship with him. He felt it was only a matter of time, and there were things that meant a great deal to him, that he did not want to leave behind. One of his most cherished items was a picture of his Denise, smiling at the camera, as she had looked at 14. He could never leave that behind, and he also brought up the documents and his music collection on his laptop, and a good collection of hard cover and paperback books (he never liked the idea of e-books, he wanted the real thing), and with his book collection forming a small library in his room, he was happy to lend them out to any of the crew that were curious, and wanted to read what Earth writers had to say.

Meegret's reverie was interrupted as her communicator sounded, an incoming message from Commander Riyudla, she transferred it to the viewscreen, and she was instantly alert. Verson gave her the news that she so desperately needed to hear.

"Sub-commander, I wanted to inform you that the wormhole has re-established itself at our home-world."

Meegret felt the thrill rush through her, as the Commander's voice went ship wide, and the ship was readied for the return to the corridor, the "Nestatso" broke Earth orbit, curving out towards the moon, the engines were brought up to half thrust, and the ship raced towards the moon at 200,000 miles an hour. She was due on the bridge in one hour, and she was eager to take over, and get back to where they should be.

[jreezy33]

I'm liking this. Another good addition!

[Luckymann]

What a great Sci-Fi story. I have read it all in one setting. My butt is sore, but I hope it continues. I look forward to seeing how the home world's cloning problem is solved and how the humans contribute to the end results. Keep up the great work.

[Luckymann]

BTW, I love the 'Bird.

[NightShadow89]

Great story!

[groomleader]

Part 10

Meegret reported for duty as the ship closed in on the moon. Commander Riyudla was too keyed up to leave the bridge, and he took the vacant seat just to the left of the Commander's chair, just to observe. In the earlier times of the Republic, it was common to have both Commander and Sub-commander on the flight deck at the same time. The reasoning was that if the ship encountered hostilities, both commanders would be at the helm, where they were needed most, and having both on deck, if one was injured during the fray, the other one would be right there, ready to guide the ship through battle.

The Commander made sure that the crew knew that Meegret was in charge, as he formally handed the control over to her, and Meegret officially relieved him. Meegret noticed that the crew was extra attentive to duty, making sure the gesture of respect to her, and the traditional "Sub-commander on the deck" was extra smart and snappy. Meegret smiled, nothing like both Commander and Sub-commander on the flight deck, to keep the crew on their toes. Fifteen minutes into her shift, they swung around the moon, and the glowing corona of the trans-dimensional corridor beckoned to them. Meegret felt the excitement of heading towards the corridor ramp up inside her.

"Flight officer Orsoton, there it is, take us in," Meegret ordered.

"It will be done, Sub-commander," Mestrin replied crisply.

As the "Nestaso" slid smoothly into the corrider, and began the journey, Meegret let out a long breath, relaxing just a tiny bit.

Verson said, "Well, I think it's time for some rest. I shall leave the ship in your very capable hands, Sub-commander Talshar", his eyes twinkling at the stuffiness that pervaded the handover of the helm.

The Republic hierarchy demanded such formalities, to keep order among the personnel, it was said. Meegret suppressed a grin, if the crew knew that the Commander had seen his Sub-commander naked, and that the Sub-commander was, as the Earth expression went, "Hornier than a mountain goat", and had two lovers to satisfy that burning need, she wondered what that would do about keeping order!

Meegret returned her mind to the duties at hand, but a little part of her was unsettled, nervous, waiting for the klaxon horn to sound at the wrong time, indicating another miss at home, and another unexplored region to be dumped into. With that in mind, she swung around to the main science station.

"Science officer Tempis, update on our scanning probe."

"Sub-commander, reading is still true and steady on the home-world."

As the hours rolled by, she could feel the tension draining, little by little, and her worries started to ebb. We'll be home soon, muglen gelaw, home, so good to be home. To see the two moons rising through the night sky, to smell the fresh scent of the Glysoreean trees, listen to the soft trill of the Brillsin birds, to feel the soft warm night breezes of the southern interior region. And, so much to do, with our three humans.

When her duty shift ended, she keyed in the comm signals for their guests, and asked them to meet her in the medical bay. They arrived just ahead of her, Kathy and Carlena had guessed at what was about to happen.

Kathy said, "Are you gonna harvest some of my eggs?" She jumped up on a medical table, grinned, and exclaimed, "I'm ready!"

Meegret smiled, her enthusiasm was infectious, she was ready for anything.

Carlena was more reserved, but she took the next table, and said, "I'm ready too."

Senior medical officer Sabeena Thysonia joined them, she smiled at the two human females, and set up the somnetic generator to induce deep unconsciousness.

"Brandon, I think we should go, and let Sabeena take over," Meegret said.

Out in the corridor, Brandon said, "I heard on the shipwide comm that we are on our way to your home-world, is that true?"

"Yes, yes, we are going home, home, oh I feel so happy!"

Brandon smiled, he liked seeing Meegret happy and a little less driven, and her persona at this particular time was not what the ship's personnel saw often.

Meegret suddenly stopped, and said, "Oh I'm sorry, I said we are going home, you are going to a new world, where there will be many differences, I didn't think...."

Brandon smiled, and said, "No, I am going home, going home to my new home, with all of you. I am curious, what is your home-world called?"

"You would pronounce it as Eeshankatarr. It's very similar to your Earth, where I live, in the southern interior, is very much like the climate of the state called Texas."

They had reached Meegret's quarters, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Meegret discarded her uniform.

"Ungh, finally able to be rid of the damn thing. I hate uniforms, and clothes in general, where I live, I am naked almost all the time. My time in my quarters is where I can let my body breathe, ahhh, feels so good to be free of that confining thing!"

Brandon decided to join her, and he quickly doffed his clothes. Seeing Meegret in her natural state had the usual effect, his cock rose up, hard and eager. Meegret grinned, Brandon couldn't get enough of her, just the sight of her nude body excited him again and again. She saw the evidence of his arousal, his need for her, and that started the fire going in her. She pushed the do not override and soundproof buttons, and turned to him, her grey eyes getting that smoky haze of passion, she was already making a low growl of mating desire. Brandon knew that well, and it took only a few steps before they were on Meegret's bed, and they set upon each other like two wild animals, in a fever of mating desire.

"Mate with me Brandon, please, give me what I need" Meegret growled.

Always eager to satisfy Meegret's need, Brandon quickly mounted Meegret, listening to Meegret's low pitched growl as she was impaled, Brandon's cock giving her the so satisfying filling of her desire slicked opening. Brandon answered with a grunt of his own, as he felt the tight heat engulfing him. Brandon entered into the rhythm, he felt her long legs wrap around his waist, her tentacles gripping his shoulders, holding him close. Brandon lifted his face, and quickly plastered his lips against Meegret's. The tongue filled swirls of passion pushed Meegret fast, she had never known how much of a boost getting kissed while mating was like. She felt herself rising up, her release was racing at her, and Brandon could feel his own orgasm approaching.

Meegret pulled his head back, and whispered huskily, "Yes, yes Brandon, yes, oh yes, yes!"

Brandon felt the sting as her spines rose up, piercing his cock, her shriek of completion filled the room, he could feel the tremors of her inner channel molded around him, as her release swept over her. He felt the boost, his cock swelling with a massive urgency, he let out a loud growl and the eruption, the jetting streams spewing out, his cock pumping repeatedly, over and over, his body consumed by the fire of his orgasm. He felt like every drop was sucked out of his prick until he collapsed, feeling totally drained in such a good way. Meegret quickly snuggled in next to him, her face right next to his. Looking into those deep grey eyes, he was sure she was the most beautiful female he had ever seen, especially when she was like this, when the demands of her rank where thrown off with her clothes. It wasn't just the sex, yes, the sex was phenomenal, but the feelings afterward, he could fall in love with her, easily. His mind jumped up, like the way he had fallen in love with Denise. He felt the stab of mental pain, as he thought about the missed chances, the loss of who really should have been the love of his life. Meegret saw the look of pain cross his face.

Brandon said softly, "Meegret, I'd like to tell you something, that I've never told anyone else."

Her tentacles tenderly caressed his jawline and his face, and Meegret whispered, "Yes Brandon, tell me."

He unloaded, he told her all about his first love Denise, the cold November night when they had the house to themselves, the wild kiss-a-thon, but his shyness at the idea of going further, even though, in retrospect, he thought that Denise would have been happy to go further. God, the idea of seeing Denise totally naked, not to mention how much further their 14 year old selves could have gone, talk about missing the gold mine, and getting the shaft. Even though Meegret had read his thoughts, and created a scenario in his mind with Denise as his fantasy partner, to milk out his sperm for cloning experiments, she wisely kept that to herself. He continued with the sadness at learning of her death at the age of 25, in something as fucking useless as a one vehicle rollover crash, on an icy backroad. How he dealt with the sadness by bedding teens, preferably in the 14 to 16 year age range, trying to recreate, if only for a few moments, what might have happened, but never did.

When he finished, he felt like a large weight was lifted off his mind. The catharsis of letting it out was like draining the poison from a festering wound. What he had carried in his mind in the 5 years since her death had been like a prison, keeping him chained. Now that he had unburdened himself, he felt the mental freedom, though his beloved Denise would stay forever in his mind, it would be with a fond remembrance of their early teen love, and not the shattering news of her death.

"When I was under, I dreamed about that time, back then, Denise and I alone, just like it was, except in the dream, we did everything I would have hoped to do. God, it felt so real, to be holding her, seeing her total nudity revealed to me, and to become first time lovers. Is it normal to dream under the somnetic field?"

Meegret decided that he didn't need to know how he had dreamed that scenario, and she replied, "yes, it's not uncommon for dreams to occur under the somnetic field."

Meegret didn't really know, she just made it up on the spur of the moment, and Brandon was satisfied with the answer.

Meegret whispered to him, "And I'm so sorry to hear such a sad thing, it must have been awful to learn such tragic news."

She held him close, purring with that low growl, Brandon felt very close to her, yes, he could easily fall in love with her, he was half-way there already.

[Luckymann]

I can't wait for the next chapter.

[jreezy33]

YES - Texas! As a native and life-long Texan, I approve!

[groomleader]

Part 11

Kathy opened her eyes, she saw the face of senior medical officer Sabeena Thysonia over her, smiling down at her.

She returned the smile, and said, "Is it done already?"

Sabeena replied, "Yes, you have very healthy eggs, and they are stored in our cooling units."

She eagerly grasped the tentacles that were extended to her, and lifted her up. She held on to them, Sabeena smiled, Kathy seemed to be fascinated by the tentacles, and she let Kathy look at them, and stroke at them.

"Wonderful, so wonderful, such delicate looking things, but so strong and flexible" Kathy said softly.

She looked over, saw Carlena still under the somnetic field.

"Is Carlena okay?"

Sabeena replied, "She's fine, I was just about to bring her out of the field also."

A minute later, and Carlena was being helped up by Sabeena. Carlena seemed a bit woozy, and Sabeena had her lay back down, and rest. She didn't want any of her patients taking a bad fall. Kathy came over, took Carlena's hand, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Carlena had become like a big sister to her, and Kathy liked having a big sister. She turned her eyes towards Sabeena.

"Carlena's gonna be okay, isn't she?"

Sabeena nodded and smiled, "I'm just going to keep her for a while, until she's recovered, the somnetic field can be a bit upsetting when you first come out of it, to sensitive patients. She'll be okay Kathy, don't worry."

Kathy let out a sigh of relief, and said "I think I'll head out for a bit, then go back to my room."

Out in the corridor, she walked along, marveling in all the fantastic things she was seeing, and doing. On the way to a new world, 890 light years away. What an amazing journey.

Something else she had noticed, the male crew members didn't seem to be the least bit interested in her, in a sexual manner. The Siberreans were friendly and pleasant, but the males showed no sexual interest in her. She knew what cloning was, and the explanation that the sex drive had been removed through generations of cloning was quite clear. It was refreshing, actually, to not be accosted by males on the make, always sniffing around, trying any excuse to get her out of her panties, and into their bed.

She thought about Brandon, he had been a great bed partner. Although she suspected that she was being a stand-in for someone from his past, since he had kept whispering Denise over and over as he fucked her. But, he'd brought her to 4 orgasms in a row, that was something that she'd never had anyone else get her up and off that many times in one session. But though he'd been friendly toward her aboard ship, his attitude had changed, now he was acting more like a big brother toward her. That was okay, but her age had her still clinging to some of the little girl fairy tale ideas, of having a handsome man, a prince if you will, sweep in and marry her, and make her happily ever after. She shook off the child like thoughts, she was heading for a whole new world, who knew what wonderful experiences awaited her. What awaited her on Meegret's home-world would no doubt be many times brighter than the bleak, fucked up future her "parents" had her headed for.

It had been a hellacious time when she got into her teens, she couldn't take her mother and step father fighting and boozing all the time. Her dirty step father said he had a present for her when she turned 14, yeah right, the bastard had tried to rape her. Thank god her step brother had walked in, and pulled him off her, and slammed a fist into his face, sending him down like a 160 pound sack of potatoes. That was it, her step brother had given her a couple of hundred dollars, and she'd gotten the hell out of there. She worked here and there, jobs where no documents were needed, and pay was handled off the record, and under the table. More than a few times, she'd had to use the currency of her body to get what she needed, but she expected it, she was no wide eyed innocent.

She thought about how fate had steered her towards were she was now. Hitch-hiking out on a cold dark highway, how Brandon had picked her up, he had been more than happy to help, provided that he get something in return. When he proposed that she stay overnight at his house, for a rest in a nice warm house, a meal and a good night's sleep, she had been more than eager to accept. He also had some superb smoke, and after they had gotten sufficiently high, he told her that he wanted her, with him, in bed, and not to just cuddle. She was cool with it, her first boyfriend had busted her cherry 3 years ago, when she was only 12, so she was more than willing to once again, use her body to pay for the kindness of strangers.

Much to her surprise, and delight, he had been more than just a two minute jump, hump, pump, and dump, he had warmed her up, giving her a long, leisurely session of foreplay, his mouth at her pussy, tongue flicking and sweeping at her clit, and she felt her orgasm start to rise. He kept it up, her body trembling, my god, she was going to...to...and she felt his mouth close around her straining bud, tongue lashing rapidly at her twitching clit. That did it, and she howled with joy as she flew into orgasm, his mouth staying with her jerking body, licking at her as the spasms zipped up and down her tight walls.

She had felt his mouth leave her clit, his cock was stiff, it looked like a piece of rock solid granite. For the only time since she had needed to trade her body for favors, she wanted in, needed it, was hungry for it.

She had taken his cock, and guided it to her opening, whispering, "Yes Brandon, yes, right in there baby, make me warm."

She had saw the look of pleasure on his face, and she felt her body responding eagerly as he pressed his hardness into her well warmed up pussy, and started to ride her. It was a bit strange, but as he was fucking her with long sure stokes, he'd been looking in her eyes, but she felt as if he was looking through her, at a vision only he could see. That was confirmed when she'd tumbled into her second orgasm of the night, squealing and crying out her pleasure. Brandon had put his mouth next to her ear, and whispered "Denise, oh my Denise" as he was pumping his cock in and out. A bit weird, but with her 3rd orgasm closing in fast, she hadn't been in the mood to reflect on it. She felt it race at her again, another pumeling punch of pleasure that had left her panting, crying out with pleasure and wanting more. On top of her, Brandon had been pumping hungrily, once again looking through her. Kathy had quickly felt the 4th racing at her. Brandon had stiffened, roared, and his cock started pumping wildly, that had shoved Kathy into her last orgasm, her body shaking, her pussy muscles clamped tightly around his cock, milking that pulsing shaft, eagerly sucking out every drop.

Remembering it all had made her flushed and hot. Her pussy was creamy slick and syrupy with her juices, her nipples were stiff, hard and achy, needing her touch. She went over to the door, Meegret had showed her how to have some privacy in her quarters, and she pressed the "Do not override" and "Soundproof" buttons, she was hot, and horny, she needed relief. She stripped quickly, and in her sleeping quarters, she stretched out, and let her mind and her hands, caressing, stroking, teasing at her, take her. Her fingertips grazed lightly over her belly in a sensuous caress. She tweaked her stiff, reddened nipples, pulling gently on them, letting out a growl of pleasure as she worked on aching nipples, feeling zings of pleasure traveling from her nipples to her creaming center. Her mind conjured up the vision again of that night, Brandon working her over, his hands, lips and tongue roaming urgently, hungrily over her body, driving her towards the pinnacle, making her need it, want it, the "I need it now or I'll go nuts" feeling. She heard little gasps of pleasure coming from her mouth, two of her fingers slid smoothly up her as she imagined the press of his hard, eager cock entering her. The feeling made her growl with need, and she lifted up her pelvis, and started to thrust back and forth, grinding her hips in slow, deliberate circles.

Her sex was aching for release, soaked with the slickness of her juices. Kathy pulled her fingers out, then shoved three fingers in, letting out a loud growl as she stuffed them snugly up her slick tunnel. She gasped and writhed on the bed, as she finger fucked herself furiously, she could feel it build up to the boiling point. Her body was throbbing, demanding the release, and a finger slid down, over her lips, then she started to polish her twitching clit, and the reaction was almost immediate. Her hips began thrusting up and down, just like she had when Brandon had been pumping her towards orgasm. Her pussy started that telltale quivering, then she felt the contractions, the spasms starting to race up and down her pink walls. Her pussy was like a raging river, and Kathy shrieked with pleasure as she felt the glorious rush, the waves of orgasm coming quickly, wonderfully and uncontrollably. Unintelligible sounds of joy filled her room as she rode those glorious waves, shivering in blissful fulfillment as her climax shook through her body.

She slumped down as she felt her orgasm start to ebb, letting out a long, exhausted breath as she slid down from her orgasmic plane, delirious and dreamy with contentment. Oh, she had needed that glorious release so much.

After a while, she got up, and went to her viewscreen. Meegret had showed her how to connect with the ship's data storage banks, and she wanted to get a feel for the new world she was soon to call home. She pulled up side by side comparisons of Earth and the home-world, which was referred to as Eeshankatarr. Earth had a diameter of 7900 miles, Eeshankatarr was 6,600 miles. Atmosphere was 74 percent nitrogen, and 25 percent oxygen. Hmm, a bit richer than Earth, easier to catch my breath she thought, and smiled. Land to water ratio was 40 to 60, with 4 large land masses, and 4 large oceans, a bit more land than Earth. Population was fixed at 2 billion. The star that Eeshankatarr circled was twice the mass of the Sun, with a diameter of 1.73 million miles, and Eeshankatarr's orbit was 305 million miles from the star, tucked inside the habitable zone for that star. Two moons orbited Eeshankatarr, the largest, called Melpemone, was 1570 miles in diameter, and the smaller, called Tersphonia was 1220 miles in diameter. Tersphonia orbited at a distance of 110,000 miles, while Melpemone orbited at a distance of 170,000 miles. Both moons were rocky, barren, having no life and no atmosphere, scarred by countless meteor hits.

She felt a wave of tiredness wash over her, and she decided it was time to call it a day. In bed, Kathy thought over some of the things she had learned, she especially enjoyed the idea of seeing two moons rising in the night sky, and the idea of being on a new world, with a whole new civilization. She was drifting towards sleep, and the last thought before sleep took her was if the Siberrean race was as friendly and welcoming as the crew of the "Nestaso" had made her feel, if this was her destiny, then destiny was kind indeed.

[groomleader]

Part 12

"It feels so right now, hold me tight,
Tell me I'm the only one,
And then I might,
Never be the lonely one..."

Meegret had her data storage set to random play, and she was again enjoying the Beatles, the music was just so feel good and melodic. She had also noticed, with amusement, the hoards of screaming young women, who had been in the grip of what they called Beatlemania, when The Beatles were at their peak of popularity. With newsreel footage of that era, it was very easy to see what kind of fans the Beatles had. Come to think of it, if she had been a mid teens Earth girl at that time, she could very well have been a Beatlemania fan, too!

It was also amazing, such enjoyable music was derided by the false prophets of Earth religion as the Devil's music. How such feel good tunes became in league with some ridiculous lie of a devil was just more of the nonsense of organized religion. She was glad that her race had shook off that crutch of lies and falsehoods.

It was 50 hours since the "Nestaso" had started back on what she fervently hoped was the return to home.

"Belit shoir," she said softly to herself, feeling the swelling of hope.

She was still in uniform, so she activated her viewscreen, and Science officer Tempis appeared on her screen.

She didn't even need to ask, as he crisply replied, "Sub-commander Talshar, latest update on our scanning probe, shows the reading still true and steady on the homeworld."

"Excellent, thank you senior officer Tempis."

She saw the corners of his mouth lift up in a sly smile as she broke the connection. Every hour brought them closer, still 39 hours to go, what if...and she wrenched her thoughts away, don't go there, deal with it if it happens. For now, concentrate on the mission profile.

She stripped off her uniform, released her hair from the tidy, compact knot, and reveled in the feeling of nudity again. She pressed the no-override button, even though she knew that Mestrin or Brandon (or both?) would have been happy to join her. She felt a thrill at that idea, having her two lovers mating with her at the same time. On Earth it was called a threesome, or a three way. Ordinarily she would have been all ready for a heated mating session, the idea of a threesome intrigued her, something she would have to look into, for sure. That was, assuming that Brandon and Mestrin didn't have some kind of reason not to want to indulge. The more she thought about it, the more Meegret wanted to try it.

Right now though, she needed some alone time. She needed to meditate, regain her mental balance, keep her mental faculties well focused. Meegret found it easy to slip intoher meditative state, her mind turning inwards, dealing with the deep thoughts and complexities.

Brandon did come by, saw the no-override panel engaged, and turned away, just as Mestrin appeared. He was surprised, he assumed that Mestrin was in there with her. She glanced at the panel, a look of what appeared to be disappointment crossed her face, and just as she turned away, their eyes met. She smiled shyly at him, the humans were interesting creatures, and she was naturally shy around new beings, especially beings from another world.

"Senior flight officer Mestrin Orsoton, it's nice to see you again" Brandon said

Mestrin remembered the flight down to Earth's surface with him and Meegret to buy Earth food sources, just in case they were stranded. That lead, of course, to Brandon heading out in the morning to buy them, and the heated mating session her and Meegret had enjoyed, after he left. She felt the pang of need deep down, she had been hoping that Meegret was available.

Mestrin replied, "Hello Brandon, it's nice to see you again too."

Mestrin enjoyed meeting him, he seemed to be a kind and caring person, her perceptions of beings were almost always right on the money, a sixth sense that could see behind the facade of someone trying to hide something.

"I was going to ask Sub-commander Talshar some questions, but I can see she is otherwise engaged" Mestrin said.

Brandon smiled to himself, he knew that she was one of Meegret's lovers. The fact that he was the other lover of Meegret did not disturb him, in fact, it just made her all the more desirable. Oh my god, could she be falling in love with her also? Amazing, heading for a spot almost 900 light years away, and he could be in the middle of a romantic triangle! He wondered what Mestrin would think of him sharing Meegret's charms, and wondered if she knew. Meegret was very strong willed, and he felt she would not accept petty jealousies between her lovers. Of course, he was ascribing human feelings and emotions to them, he had to stop doing that. He had no way of knowing if they were afflicted with the negative emotions that mankind was still trying to break free of.

Mestrin said, "Would you like to come and join me for some refreshment?"

Brandon was surprised, but he replied, "I would enjoy that very much, Senior flight officer Orsoton."

She smiled, and made what sounded like a chuckle, as she said, "Please Brandon, I am a senior flight officer to the crew, but not to you. Please, call me Mestrin."

He returned the smile, and said, "It would be my pleasure, Mestrin, such a lovely name."

Her vivid green eyes gazed at him, and he felt a squirmy pulse deep down. The eyes were like blazing emeralds, and he was always a sucker for green eyed ladies. Whoa up there, he thought, let's not start trying to mate with everyone who still has the drive.

"Come with me Brandon, I have a container of Caldersis that I think you would like. It is one of our native fruits, fermented and made into a beverage."

Brandon said, "It sounds like one of Earth's fermented beverages, we call it wine."

They had been talking while walking, and Mestrin pressed the door open button for her quarters, inviting Brandon to enter. Brandon saw it was obviously her quarters, hoping that this was nothing to take in a "your place or mine" vein. She invited him to sit down, and she stepped into her sleeping quarters, emerging in a minute wearing a tunic, her legs bare all the way up to her hips. My god, Brandon thought, she's so damn sexy, as he watched Mestrin cross the room to her food storage and preparation center.

"I have discovered that when I am not on duty, I like to relax, and let my body have more freedom. If you weren't here, I would be nude, but I didn't want to shock you" Mestrin said.

Brandon felt like saying she didn't need to have a stitch on, not on his account, and figured that he should not say that. The sight of Mestrin clad in a tunic was stimulating enough, he didn't need to add more fuel to that fire.

She took out two glasses, and poured out the dark, ruby red liquid. She returned to her living quarters, and handed him a glass. He sipped at the liquid, and was rewarded with a rich, red wine like taste and texture, it was very similar to a pinot noir.

Mestrin sat next to him, and they shared a little bit of their lives, getting a feel for what life was like on two worlds so far apart. Both seemed fascinated by what the other had lived and experienced, and Brandon felt a nice glow from the Caldersis. The drink was strong, and he could feel his inhibitions floating away. He felt like he wanted to make a pass at Mestrin, and before he could overrule his impulse, he did so.

"You know, if you'd rather be nude, I wouldn't mind, it wouldn't shock me" Brandon blurted, hoping that this wasn't going to backfire.

Her green eyes had a lambent quality, he saw her smile. She stood up, unfastened the top, and the tunic fell away. Brandon felt his blood roar, she was an absolute knockout. Her body, long and lithe, stood before him without a trace of modesty. He tried his best not to stare, but he couldn't help it, the Siberrean female's body shape was intoxicating, it was almost like he was hooked on some drug.

He didn't know it, but that was exactly what had happened. Mating with Meegret had introduced a substance into his system, a small part of the pheremone derivate that was pumped into his cock during their sexual encounters. It was a compound that had aphrodisiac properties, and also made the males ultra responsive to the sight of a nude Siberrean female. It was almost like a drug, and it had helped keep Siberrean males and females very frisky, back in the days long ago, when mating was done the usual way. Once a Siberrean male had mated with a female, if he was then deprived of contact with a female, he would experience withdrawal symptoms very similar to that of any other pleasure heightening drug.

Mestrin was feeling downright randy, she needed mating. Her heightened senses took in Brandon's state, she could see, smell and feel his arousal, her senses quickly locking on to the subtle, and not so subtle cues that Brandon was just as eager for mating, as she was. Seeing the effect that the sight of her naked body had on Brandon was making her mating fever ramp up quickly. Brandon read the invitation in her glowing green eyes, within a few seconds, Brandon had Mestrin in his arms, and they were kissing with wild abandon, hungrily, the lust between them building into a blazing pyre. Brandon was quickly naked, and in her sleeping quarters, they tumbled together on the bed.

Brandon was kissing her body all over, making her skin sizzle everywhere his lips touched, he felt his lips, going lower, lower, then she felt his hands gently parting her legs, his hot breath and the exquisite, liquid touch of his tongue gliding out, and sliding around and around her entrance.

Mestrin growled with pleasure, she could feel her release climbing up quickly, and with loud shrieks of pleasure, it took her, writhing and shaking beneath his eager oral attention. The glorious burst of pleasure bloomed inside her, and she wanted to favor him with the same consideration.

She slithered up his body, kissing him, tasting her essence on his lips, and that just pushed her onward.

"Lie back Brandon", she cooed.

She knew about giving a male oral pleasure, the sexual databases they had downloaded had been very thorough, and Mestrin was eager to give Brandon oral pleasures, even though this would be her first time giving oral pleasure to a male, she was confident that she could do it right.

Brandon looked down, watching through a haze of lust, as Mestrin's tentacles circled his hard cock, and she squeezed it gently. Mestrin moved her tentacles slowly up and down, her eyes wide as she looked at Brandon's cock, and the way it throbbed with eagerness in her hands. She recalled what she had seen in the sexual databases, they had recordings of just about every conceivable act. She brought her full lips to the head of his cock, and began to kiss it lightly, her lips brushing the head.

Brandon looked down, he saw her tongue snake out, and she began to lick gently at the head of his cock. Brandon moaned with pleasure at the sensation, and Mestrin's tongue began to roam all over his throbbing cock, over the shaft, up and down the length. Returning to the head of his cock, Mestrin parted her lips, and her mouth slid down over Brandon's cock. Brandon groaned with pleasure, from the feel of her hot wet mouth engulfing his cock.

Mestrin was encouraged by his groans of pleasure, as she slid her mouth down, until all of his sex organ was in her mouth. She slid her mouth up, until just the head was in her mouth, then down, taking in the entire length again. Mestrin kept this up, sliding up and down his throbbing length again and again, and the sensation was making his toes curl with pleasure.

Brandon could feel the spunk sizzling into his shaft, and he knew he was almost there. Brandon warned her that he was about to climax in her mouth, and Mestrin slid up, until just the head was in her mouth. Her tentacles wrapped around his sex organ, stroking up and down, and he quickly exploded, growling with pleasure as his spunk gushed into Mestrin's eager mouth.

Mestrin could feel the thick streams coating her tongue, the taste was musky, hot and delicious, she eagerly sucked out every drop, then swallowed the entire load, looking up at him with those lambent green eyes.

"So delicious, so tasty" she whispered.

She slithered up his body, until she was in his arms, her body being filled with fascinating feelings. She thought about what was happening to her, her love, yes, it must be love, for Meegret, and now, she was developing feelings for this human male. There weren't as deep (at least not yet) as her feelings for Meegret, but that could change. She was awed, humans had such powerful emotions when it came to love, and it was somewhat overwhelming to her, how did their species handle such powerful emotions, they could sweep away your better judgement in a second.

After a few minutes, she felt Brandon's fingers start stroking at her short brown hair. The feeling was pleasant, and stimulating. Her stimulation increased when she felt his erection rising up, nudging gently against her body. Mestrin was eager, like Meegret, to feel what mating would be like with a male, and she felt her desire climbing rapidly, as his fingers slid over her body, stroking, caressing, building her lust up to a pinnacle.

She stopped him, to warn him about the spines that would pierce his sex organ. Brandon smiled, and assured her that he would take the chance. Since he knew Meegret's spines had not damaged him, and gave him the most explosive orgasms ever, no reason to stop this now.

He saw the relief on Mestrin's face, even though she was wickedly horny, she had warned him. Brandon was very impressed, if this was a small sample of the consideration that the Siberrean race showed, not just to themselves, but to outsiders like him, he knew he'd love his new home.

Mestrin lay back, and cooed, "Mate with me Brandon, my first time with a male, oh please, now, now!"

Brandon nudged against her, and pushed slowly in, filling her with his rampant cock.

Mestrin let out a loud growl, she felt his sex organ parting her, filling her, the feeling was unlike any other. She started babbling words in her native language, to Brandon they sounded like "bradt", "shlore", "glarten" and other such foreign words. He felt her long legs wrap around him, her tentacles clutching tightly, pulling him as close as possible, and he knew that they were words of pleasure. Fired up by her response, he cupped her bottom in his hands, and started a slow steady thrusting, giving Mestrin a gentle, unhurried introduction to male-female mating.

The slow, gentle, deep thrusts into her very essence was making Mestrin's whole body throb with desire, she felt almost crazy with the feelings that were racing around her body. Never had she imagined that this kind of pleasure existed, she could feel a large wave building, Brandon's thrusts were bringing her to that point. She was making low, keening wails of pleasure, it felt like she was looking up at the biggest wave she'd ever seen, towering over her, set to crash down. Her voice rose, higher, higher, and she let out a scream, and Brandon felt her spines dig in, piercing, the bright flare of pain, then the surging pleasure as the pheromones were delivered.

Mestrin felt the wave crashing down, and her body felt like it was exploding in every cell, her release was shaking her, almost savage in its intensity. Dimly, she heard Brandon's loud growl of pleaure. She felt the pulsing deep inside her, the warmth of his sperm jetting into her, his organ pumping repeatedly, eager to empty every drop into her. It made her release go on and on, riding that giant wave of pleasure until Brandon slumped down on top of her, his cock spent, the echoes of their shared explosion fading slowly.

Mestrin was stunned by the pleasure of their mating, she was wondering if Meegret was interested in mating with Brandon, not knowing that Brandon was Meegret's lover, just like she was. Mestrin was intrigued about introducing Brandon and Meegret to the idea of what was it called on Earth, ah yes, a three way, and that French phrase, a Ménage à trois.

Brandon was wondering about what he'd gotten himself into. One way, or another, he had the feeling that he was going to find out if the Siberrean females had a jealousy problem. He fervently hoped that Meegret was not upset about what he and Mestrin had done, he felt that keeping in her good graces was vitally important. But when they came to face to face, and Brandon saw Mestrin's green eyes gazing into his with such a sexually satisfied expression, he wasn't sorry that he'd acted on his impulses. As he liked to say, the twist on that old adage, that he'd burn that bridge when he got to it.

[groomleader]

Part 13

Back in his quarters, Brandon mulled over what had just happened. He felt that he'd better come clean with Meegret right away, but a part of him was just plain scared to. He had no idea how she would feel about him and Mestrin having sex, but he felt he'd better tell her. If he didn't, and Mestrin told her, oh, he could be in big trouble. Forcing himself out of his quarters, he soon found himself in front of Meegret's door. The no-override light was off, plucking up his courage, he pressed the request for entry button. A few seconds later the door slid open, and there she was. Since she had been able to see his comm signal, she had stayed totally naked, my god, she looked more beautiful than ever, Brandon's system was really locking into the effects of the mating drug, and he took two steps in, and he pulled her close.

He gazed into those large grey eyes, seeing the desire reflected in them, bringing his fingers up, he started to stroke and caress her face, feeling the need building. He had to stop, and tell her what had happened. He forced himself to stop, and stepped back. He saw Meegret, the expression of surprise and disappointment.

"Brandon, what's wrong, why did you stop?" she said softly.

"Meegret, there's something I need to tell you" he said.

He started at the very beginning, how he and Mestrin had just happened to meet in front of her door. He continued with the explanation of how she had invited him in for a drink, the strength of the Caldersis, how it had loosened his inhibitions, and he'd become uninhibited enough to make a pass at her. He had to look down, he couldn't bear to meet her eyes, as he told her about what had happened, his heated mating session with Mestrin, and how he now felt about letting his passions run away with him. He steeled himself for a confrontation.

"Brandon, look at me," she said softly.

He looked up, and saw Meegret was looking at him with a smile.

Brandon was confused, a smile? I just fucked her lover, and she's smiling at me?

She went over to her couch, sat down, and patted the seat next to her.

"Brandon, come sit with me."

As he did so, she said, "Do you remember, the first time we mated, and I told you that I am not your girlfriend, nor do you have any kind of ownership rights to my body? Well, that goes both ways, I do not have any kind of ownership rights to your body, either."

At his nod, she continued, "Our race does not have the negative emotions that Earth people are afflicted with. This idea of jealousy, most distasteful. If Mestrin finds another one that she wants to share mating pleasures with, what kind of being would I be, to deny her that pleasure? Brandon, you can leave those negative things behind, our race is evolved beyond such primitive, and negative emotions as hate, anger, and especially jealousy. So long as you both enjoyed it, that makes me pleased, I assume that you both did?"

At his nod, she continued, "Excellent, nothing has changed. The pleasures of mating should be shared with as many beings as we wish. It should not be something that should be hoarded, or confined. It is pleasure, the best pleasure there is, and pleasure like that should be shared. Just as I am feeling the need for pleasure right now."

Brandon looked into her eyes, saw the heat of passion in those glowing grey eyes, and felt his need for her ramping up quickly. Meegret gave out a keening sound, and Brandon knew what that meant. She paused just long enough to engage the no override, and she was again in Brandon's arms. Brandon traced his fingers over Meegret's face, the face he adored, was falling in love with.

The feel of those fingertips so gently caressing Meegret's face made her body pulse, the nerve endings were sizzling from those gentle caresses. The mating fever was digging in deep, Meegret needed him, and she needed him NOW.

His clothes were quickly cast aside, and they found themselves on her bed, bodies speaking the language of lust, the feelings powering their lust driven frenzy for each other. Meegret was in a full mating frenzy, meditation always sharpened up her mental faculties, and her drives and desires were brought into clear, sharp focus. She hauled Brandon on top of her, Brandon felt the lifting, and the feeling of his cock being enveloped, as he pulled deep into a hot, wet heaven of eager, yielding flesh, and Meegret urged him on.

"Fuck me Brandon, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Meegret decided that she wanted to try some slang, earthy terms for mating, and just hearing those words come out of her mouth made her even more fenzied.

Brandon was surprised, having never heard Meegret use those terms before, it fired him up to hear Meegret say those words, he was happy to do as instructed. He rammed into her, power-fucking her over and over, Meegret's body squirming around wildly beneath him, pinned to bed by the eager pumping of his cock. Meegret was making loud growls of pleasure, she could feel the rush of her release charging at her.

"Yes, yes, yes, YES!"

Brandon felt her spines rise up, piercing his cock, pumping in the pheremones, a split second before her full throated scream of pleasure sounded in his ears. His cock swelled wildly, and his orgasm grabbed him, almost savage in the pheremone driven intensity, and his cock pulsed crazy, the spines holding him deep inside her, squirting into her welcoming depths over and over, his brain reeling from the feelings that shot through his body, like every nerve cell was having an orgasm.

As their orgasms started to ebb, Brandon felt the spines withdraw. He looked down, Meegret's face was sweaty, her black hair tangled, her large grey eyes glowed with the pleasure of their fucking, her smile was intoxicating, and he was looking down at the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Brandon knew he was hopelessly in love with her. He ached to tell her how much, but some sixth sense told him not now. Instead, her brought his lips to hers, and they shared open mouthed, tongue filled swirls of passion.

Meegret loved kissing, Brandon had introduced the idea of, what did he call it, ah yes, French kissing, and it was even hotter than normal kissing. Feeling a lover's tongue slithering into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to come and play, was such an erotic act.

Brandon slid out of her, holding her close, his eyes never leaving hers. Meegret could feel the power of that gaze, it looked like she had two lovers who were in love with her. She'd seen that gaze of love from Mestrin, and her life was certainly taking an interesting term.

Meegret said softly, "Brandon, I have that sense that I know what you are struggling not to say. Please, do not say it, not at this time. Such strong feelings could cause me to lose my focus, that's why I was meditating, to keep my focus on what is needed, the mission, my duties as Sub-commander. I will have to sort through my feelings in a quieter time, rest assured that I am having feelings very much along that same line. And, it is not just you that I am having feelings like that for!"

She was surprised to see him smile, and nod.

"You knew?" she whispered, "How did you find out?"

"Call it human intuition, I could see the very subtle signs between you and Flight Officer Orsoton, that no one else would notice. Clones who do not have the drives probably are totally asexual, and such subtle sexual signs would go right past them. I saw it, and that's one reason, other than we couldn't disguise you enough, that I wanted to go out shopping by myself that day, when I wanted to get provisions and make some meals for the crew, just in case we were stranded. It must have been frustrating beyond belief that night, to have two lovers so close, and yet not able to choose any. I wanted to give you and Mestrin the opportunity to enjoy mating pleasures, without having me in the way."

Meegret gazed at him, thinking of what he had done for her, the kindness and consideration, feeling that emotion bubble up, rising up like a giant wellspring, and she couldn't contain it anymore. She had to say it or explode with the feelings.

"Brandon, I...I...I...love you." Meegret spoke softly.

That soft pronouncement made his eyes fly open. He stared into her eyes.

"Meegret, you...you...you don't have to say it. I don't want you distracted by love, it's a very complicated emotion. You can take back what you just said, with no problem." Brandon said quietly.

"No, I can't contain it any longer, I love you, I love you...please tell me I didn't misread things."

Pulling her close, Brandon whispered to her, "Meegret, I love you, I love you deeper that anyone I have ever loved. Right after we made love, when I looked down, saw your face was sweaty, your black hair tangled, your beautiful grey eyes glowing with pleasure, I was looking at the most beautiful face I have ever seen. I was half in love with you already, that just took me the rest of the way, and I knew I was hopelessly in love with you."

"I am sure that Mestrin loves me also, and I know the feeling of love I have developed for her. How do you feel about me loving both of you?" Meegret asked quietly.

"You said the pleasure of mating should be shared, and I think so should love. I know that the planet Earth could have used much more love." Brandon said.

Meegret was feeling more focused now, not less like she had feared. She felt that she wanted, needed to say those words to Mestrin, right away.

"Brandon, could you leave me for a little while? I have to say those words to Mestrin, and I need to see how she reacts to my having two lovers. Keep your comm signal clear, you will hear from me soon."

Brandon quickly got dressed, and at the door, he gave her tongue filled swirls of passion, whispering, "Meegret, I love you so much."

Meegret could feel her spirit soar, as she held him close, and cooed, "And I love you too Brandon, so, so much."

Meegret linked in the viewscreen and depressed the comm button for Mestrin's signal. She was in her quarters, Mestrin's face appeared on her viewscreen, and she could see the pleasure cross her face as she observed Meegret's nudity.

"Flight Officer Orsoton, could you come and see me right away? I have something vitally important to tell you!" Meegret said in a formal, Sub-commander tone.

She could see Mestrin's puzzled expression at the use of the formal title when she was alone, and Meegret supressed the urge to grin.

"Yes, Sub-commander Talshar, I'll be there in a few minutes" Mestrin replied crisply, following Meegret's lead by using the formal title.

Meegret could feel the excitement building, being able to tell Mestrin how much she loved her. She decided to play a little game on Mestrin.

When Mestrin signaled for entry, Meegret, her face grim, appeared in the doorway. Mestrin was startled, seeing the grim expression, and Meegret's naked beauty, then she felt the Sub-commander's tentacles gripping her arms tightly, pulling her into her quarters. Meegret punched the door close button, and brought Mestrin face to face with her, their eyes inches apart.

"Flight Officer Orsoton, I have the feeling that you have something you want to tell me. Something that you've felt building, and you are fighting to not say it. Would I be correct?" Meegret demanded, an edge to her voice.

Mestrin started to tremble, she did indeed, she'd been aching, the need to say I love you had been like a physical pain.

She lowered her gaze, and said softly, "Yes, Sub-commander, but I can't say it, it would be too disruptive."

Meegret said, "Well, maybe I can help you."

When Mestrin looked up, puzzled by the remark, she felt Meegret's tentacles stroking at her face. Meegret's grim, command expression was gone, and there was a look of tenderness as soft as a caress.

"Mestrin, I love you, I truly do love you."

The words struck Mestrin with the force of a thunderbolt, she felt like she couldn't breathe. Did she hear what she thought she heard?

With a smile of tenderness, Meegret cooed, "Remember Mestrin, when we are in our quarters with each other, there's no rank, formality, no Sub-commander or Senior flight officer. It is you and I, just us, and I have felt this building up inside of me, and I just have to let you know. Now, do you have something you'd like to tell me?"

Mestrin whispered, "Yes, yes, I...I...I love you too Meegret, I love you so much! I was just aching inside, aching to say those words, but I was so scared of breaking the Republic's protocol."

Meegret said, "Hmpf, protocol be damned. Not in our alone times!"

Mestrin looked shocked, Meegret chuckled at her expression. Mestrin relaxed, and she started to chuckle, also.

After a few moments Mestrin asked, "But Meegret, how will this affect your ability as Sub-commander? Do you think it could have negative consequences?"

Meegret smiled, and said, "Well, right now, I feel far more focused and positive, not less. I know that some Earth people derive great benefits from that emotion, it is strong, but it can be chaneled for good. And I shall do the best I can to focus it, and keep it as a positive part of who I am." She paused, then continued, "Would it suprise you that I have another lover?"

Mestrin smiled, she had been thinking about it, and she said, "Would that be Brandon?"

Megreet nodded and she told her about when they had been on Earth for the last time, how Brandon has planned to go shopping, and leave them alone for at least a few hours, so that Mestrin and her could enjoy mating pleasures. She told her about how Brandon had been able to sense the connection between them, and how the love for him rose up, and she was unable to stop it. She was happy to see that she had not misread Brandon's feeling for her, and that she now had two lovers.

Meegret concluded, "Now I have to know, how does that make you feel?"

Mestrin thought a bit, and replied, "It sounds wonderful. If the love he feels for you is anything like the love I feel for you, then I am happy that we have found someone to love so much. Did he tell you about what happened earlier?"

Meegret smiled, and said, "Yes, he told me all about how you and him had enjoyed mating pleasures. That makes me very pleased. He was concerned about that strange emotion of jealously that plagues so many of Earth's people. I was able to assure him that our race does not have those negative emotions. In fact, I was thinking about the mating pleasures all three of us could share."

Mestrin smiled as she said, "While Brandon and I were enjoying mating, those thoughts kept running through my head, what wonderful things the three of could do!"

Meegret grinned as she said, "How about if we find out, right now!"

Meegret watched as Mestrin quickly discarded her uniform, and felt the lust building as that wonderful body was revealed to her again.

She pressed the comm signal for Brandon, and asked him to report to her quarters, right away.

[taljanin]

Please keep this going..

[groomleader]

Part 14

Brandon headed for Meegret's quarters right away, time to find out how it went. He wondered about how things stood now, Mestrin probably knew by now that Meegret not only loved her, but also loved him. Time to see how free of jealousy the Siberrean race was.

He paused at her door, and pressed the request entry button. A few seconds later, it opened, and he was greeted by Meegret and Mestrin, both of them totally, gloriously naked, and wearing big, welcoming smiles. Tentacles reached out, grabbed his arms and whisked him inside. He felt his body surrounded, and Meegret and Mestrin took turns kissing him, tongue filled swirls of passion from Meegret, then from Mestrin, back and forth, and his senses were getting filled up with the feelings of lust building in him. His cock quickly soared back up, no matter than he'd fired two large loads today, one up Mestrin's eager heat, than Meegret's, his cock responded quickly. The pheromones that were being pumped into his system during mating were a big reason why. That was why the Siberrean race had been known as the most sexually active, back long ago, before cloning appeared, and bred out those lusty drives.

Meegret cooed, "As you can see, Mestrin is not only happy that I have found two lovers, she is eager to make our joining what you call a three-some."

Mestrin's green eyes blazed with heat, as she said, "Brandon, while we were mating, I was thinking about you, Meegret and myself, and wondering how I could get us into a three-some."

Brandon smiled as Mestrin and Meegret eagerly stripped him, tentacles reaching out, stroking at his erection, wrapping around gently, feeling the throb of his sex organ, so ready and eager again.

On the bed, they came together, nude bodies pressing together, hands, fingers, tentacles, lips, tongues reaching out, working over hot skin, sizzling fires of pleasure starting. Brandon felt like they were depending on him to set the action, so he did.

"Meegret, lie on your side, and arch your top leg up. I'm going to lick you right at your sweetest spot, and Mestrin, you do the same, so that Meegret can lick you at the same time."

Meegret did so, feeling the anticipation as Brandon got his face between her legs. She looked down at the exciting view of his face approaching her heated opening, then focused on Mestrin getting into position, and as Mestrin lay on her side, her leg arched up, Meegret moved into the spread of her legs, her face inches from Mestrin. The scent of her arousal made Meegret's drives roar, she let out that low keening sound of need, Mestrin answering her with a similar sound of need.

"Pleasure me Meegret, oh I need you so much, love you so much, taste me" Mestrin growled huskily.

Meegret felt Brandon's hot breath against her, and as she pulled Mestrin closer, her tongue snaked out. Mestrin cooed with pleasure as she felt Meegret's wet, eager tongue make contact with her.

At the same time, Meegret felt the probe of Brandon's tongue right there, oh my, that felt so wonderful. She felt Brandon's hands cup her rear cheeks, pulling her opening as close to his mouth as possible, eager to maximize the contact. Meegret felt her sex heating up fast, at the same time as she was licking heatedly at Mestrin's sex, her mind was spinning with the erotic heat of this threesome.

Brandon, his tongue dancing over Meegret's sex, was able to turn his eyes up, and saw Meegret's face against Mestrin's sex, licking eagerly at her, Mestrin and Meegret letting out growls of desire. It makes his cock and blood surge, to see his two lovers in such a heated, erotic clinch.

Mestrin cradled Meegret's head to her, tenderly stroking her tentacles through Meegret's long black hair as Meegret gave her the skilful oral pleasure that she did so well. Mestrin could feel her crest climbing, higher and higher. Through lust glazed eyes, she looked down, saw them in a three way mating, and it just made her hotter and hotter.

Meegret could feel that pulse traveling rapidly, she knew she was about to get the pleasure filled burst. She moaned into the heated, wet center of Mestrin's sex, and she felt the glorious burst of release, her body shaking, letting out muffled cries of joy, as she felt Brandon's mouth staying with her, his tongue licking eagerly at her, licking up all her juices.

Mestrin felt it too, watching Meegret in the throes of release took her up and over, and she let out loud shrieks of pleasure as she felt the glorious burst of pleasure, feeling Meegret's mouth licking lovingly at her, eager to taste all her tart juices.

"Ummm, so good, love you Meegret, love you so much" she cooed.

She felt them change position, and she opened her eyes to see Meegret's eyes, smoky grey with passion, gazing into her eyes.

"I love you so much too, Mestrin" she cooed, their faces coming together, lips opening to each other, sharing the tongue filled swirls of passion that Brandon had taught them.

Brandon was watching them, his cock throbbing, again ready and eager. Meegret and Mestrin gazed at his cock, needing the release, and they cuddled against him, then lowered their faces right down.

"Let's share him, then I want to watch him mate with you Mestrin" Meegret cooed huskily.

Brandon looked down, then felt the sizzling touch as two tongues made contact, sliding around his pole, ummm, that felt SO wonderful. The tongues slid up and down, around and around, and Meegret wanted to watch him mate with Mestrin. Judging by the sounds he was making, she had a feeling he wouldn't last much longer.

"Mestrin, lie back, Brandon, mate with my lover, I want to watch my two lovers mating" Meegret cooed.

Mestrin lay back, parting her thighs wide, smiling to Brandon as he slid between the inviting part of her legs. Meegret reached in, her tentacles grasping at his cock, nudging him against her. Brandon paused, then in one bold thrust, buried his cock balls deep. The superb heat and tightness wrapped around him, Brandon letting out a loud gasp of pleasure, Mestrin's keening wail joining in, as Mestrin felt her walls parted by the hard thrust, his cock buried deep inside of her.

Brandon pulled back, and thrust hard again, the superb inner silk molded around him. Their cries and sounds of sexual joy quickly filled the room, and Meegret's grey eyes were blazing with sexual heat, watching her two lovers take their pleasures with each other was more stimulating the she could have imagined. Her tentacles reached out, caressing the bodies of her lovers, stroking and fondling, doing her best to give them as much pleasure as they could take.

Mestrin was in a pleasure filled swirl, mating with Meegret's lover, while Meegret was next to her, caressing her, was like no other. She joined eyes with Meegret, seeing the sexual need, and she told Brandon what to do.

"Brandon, mate with Meegret, give our love all she can take, do it!"

Meegret was keening with need as Brandon pulled out and came for her. Meegret felt the love force, Mestrin on the brink of release, but loving her so much that she urged Brandon to complete his passion inside Meegret. Brandon easily entered Meegret's slippery channel, powering his cock into her silky tunnel, feeling the superb heat wrapping around him. He looked into her glowing eyes, so full of her love for him, and it made his heart pound. His cock was rapidly approaching an explosion, when Meegret could feel her release racing at her, and she wanted to warn Brandon.

"Yes, oh yes, prepare yourself Brandon, yes, yes, YESSS!"

Brandon knew what was coming, and he felt the spines rise up, pierce him, then the rushing roar of pleasure racing into him. As Meegret cried out, her body being racked with long, swelling waves of pleasure, Brandon growled, and howling with pleasure, his cock burst deep inside Meegret, he was again gripped by a massive orgasm, his cock squirting wildly, over and over, it was like a full body orgasm that just seemed to go on and on. He finally slumped down, drained, and saw Meegret's eyes locked on his, her grey eyes glowing with a look of total, complete love. He felt a lump in his throat, he had never seen that kind of loving look from anybody.

He reached up, tenderly stroking Meegret's face, the face that was the most beautiful face ever, gazing into her eyes with a look of complete love and whispered, "Meegret, my dear sweet Meegret, I love you so much, so much."

Meegret could feel the power of that look, and she felt it glowing within her, making her stronger, and paradoxically, more sensitive.

"Brandon, I love you so much" Meegret cooed, then turning to Mestrin and gently pulling her face to hers, eyes inches away from each other, she said softly, "Mestrin, I love you so much, too."

Mestrin said very softly, "And Meegret, I love you so much."

Meegret said, "Brandon, come join me, my beautiful love Mestrin needs her release, also."

Mestrin looked down, saw Brandon and Meegret between her legs, and they took turns, licking at her, over and over, and with both of their tongues painting designs on her sizzling opening, her howls of release filled the room, as she felt that wonderful pulsing of heated release surging through her body. The feel of two hot tongues eagerly licking at her rich juices made her release a powerful one.

Meegret had found that the more she felt it, the more she wanted to tell her lovers how much she loved them. It was a feeling that was becoming a big part of her, the Sub-commander that had left on this mission had a whole new dimension added to her, and she liked it, she cherished it. She cuddled close to her two lovers, feeling the warm bodies against her, relishing in hearing them tell her how much they loved and adored her. She drifted on soft wispy clouds of pleasure, the feeling of her two lovers close to her, and having them know how she felt about them made her feel so peaceful, so relaxed. Sub-commander Meegret Talshar, striving, driven, hadn't felt so peaceful for such a long time, and she felt the gentle cover of sleep wrapping around her.

Brandon looked at Meegret sleeping peacefully, her face relaxed, and he again felt that surge of love for her. She had become the one person he adored beyond all measure. He did not think he could love anyone else with the same depth, the same intensity ever again. He reached over, gently caressing the face he adored, not wanting to wake her, just to touch her. He saw her mouth take on a gentle smile as he caressed her, running his hand along her cheek, under her jawline. He had gained her deepest trust, even in sleep, her intuition let him run his fingers along her most vulnerable areas. Under the chin, his hand was so close to her neck, a highly vulnerable area. She trusted him with her life, her intuition just knew he would not be a threat to her, ever.

Mestrin was watching, and she wanted to join in. Her tentacles reached over, stroking gently at Meegret's face, tracing patterns over that sleeping face. She looked at Brandon, feeling something. It wasn't love, at least, if it was, it didn't have the same depth of feeling. But, with jealousy, anger, pride, envy, all the negative emotions not a part of the genetic makeup, she did not have any problems with sharing Meegret's affection. She grinned, having a healthy sex drive, she had NO problems sharing his mating pleasures, either.

They both cuddled in as close to Meegret as possible, joining her in the land of sleep. Meegret was sleeping the most restful, peaceful sleep she'd had in a long time.

Just before sleep took him, Brandon thought about it, the "Nestaso" racing through space via the Trans-dimensional corridor, carrying him to a new life, a whole new world of exciting possibilities. And to be with the one he loved so much, what were the odds of that? Higher than he could calculate, he was sure of that.

[groomleader]

Part 15

Carlena Midson went about her quarters, stripping down to just her panties, then slipping a jersey style nightgown over her body, getting ready for bed. The "Nestaso" was now 24 hours away from their new world of Eeshankatarr. She smiled as she thought about how eager Kathy Slates had been, showing Carlena all the data about their new solar system, and Carlena was looking forward to arriving. She could remember no more about what had happened before she had been taken aboard, the removal from her memory of her brutal rape and sodomy had been thorough, and the horror she had endured would never trouble her.

A request for entry sounded at her door, and she smiled as she saw the ID signal. Kathy was there, and she came in, smiling. She was wearing a long bath style robe, belted at the waist.

"Carly, we're a day away, isn't it exciting, I'm so excited, oh are you excited too?" Kathy said, her voice trembling with excitement.

Carlena grinned, and replied, "Yes, I'm very excited too, a whole new world, and a new start."

Kathy had told Carlena all about her life, and Kathy said softly, "Yes, after the way my life has been, a whole new start is just what I need."

Kathy seemed to want to stay, and Carlena asked, "How'd you like a sleepover, you can stay here tonight?"

Kathy grinned, she grabbed Carlena, and hugged her tight.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, "You're just like the perfect big sister I never had!"

Carlena smiled, softly stroking her hair. The idea that there was only a 9 year difference in age between them, and feeling Kathy's soft, warm body, tried to pull her mind onto another track, but she quickly pulled her mind away from that direction. There was nothing overtly sexual about Kathy's reaction, she'd had a hard life, and the fun things that mid-teenagers can take for granted, like a sleepover, she'd probably never had the chance to enjoy.

"Do you have some of those yummy crackers, and that cheese, what's it's called again, starts with a J, but sounds like a Y when you say it?" Kathy asked.

Carlena grinned, and said, "Jarlsberg, yes, I have plenty of crackers and cheese left, I'm glad that we bought lots of Earth foods before we left. Brandon had lots of money, and he figured since we were leaving and not coming back, to buy a lot, and stock the "Nestatso" with lots of Earth bound goodies."

Kathy chuckled, and said, "I'm so glad that the Siberrean race doesn't eat some ungodly alien slime! The foods we've tried have been very tasty, that Ergult stew that Sub-commander Talshar likes is really good! A Sub-commander of the Republic, and she's a damn good cook, too!"

In the food storage area, Carlena sliced the Jarlsberg, placed crackers on a platter, and added some green olives and pickles. Kathy was sitting cross legged on the bed, and Carlena joined her. They enjoyed the snack, both of them thinking about what lay ahead, until Kathy broke the silence.

"Hey, I think that Brandon and Sub-commander Talshar are fucking?"

Carelena gaped at Kathy, she giggled and continued, "I've seen him go to her quarters several times, and noticed that more than a few times, he's spent the night. May not be proof positive, but I'd bet that he's enjoying sex with an alien! I wonder what it's like..."

Kathy trailed off, a look of wondering on her face. Carlena was surprised at how that simple statement made her pussy pulse. It had been a long time, and she felt the need start up. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the rapidly building lust. Her panties were getting damp, oh no, not right now, not at this very minute.

Kathy stood up, unbelted her robe, and threw it off. Carlena felt her lust start to zing, Kathy was totally nude, right in front of her.

"I like to sleep in the nude, I hope you don't mind" Kathy said, her voice had a trace of huskiness to it. .

Kathy pulled back the covers, then paused, wanting Carlena to look at her. Carlena couldn't help it, she devoured the vision. Her shoulder length chestnut colored locks, the green eyes that seemed to sparkle, the firm, perky breasts, topped with stiff, cherry red nipples. Stiff, oh my god, it's not cold in here, she's turned on, and it's making me just as turned on. Her eyes wandered downward, seeing the trimmed muff of chestnut colored pubic hair, she felt her pulse thump.

Her eyes lifted upward, and she saw those green eyes, glowing with eagerness, as she slid into bed.

Kathy's voice grew softer, and with a husky edge, she purred, "Umm, come and sleep nude with me Carlena. It's just us girls, it's so nice to be naked in bed."

Carlena couldn't look away, she stood up, her jersey style nightgown was pulled up and tossed to the floor, she dropped her panties, and stood before Kathy, totally nude.

Kathy was drinking in the vision, oh god, Carlena was hot. Carlena's short blonde hair, the ocean blue eyes, those rosebud lips, ummm, she wanted to kiss them, feel them latched around her nipple, then the feel of them pressed against her pussy. The full, hanging weight of Carlena's breasts started to pebble with gooseflesh, her nipples stiffening rapidly, as Kathy ran her eyes over her, Kathy noticed with delight, the neatly trimmed muff of blonde pubic hair.

Kathy's voice, as soft as a caress, whispered "Come to bed Carlena."

Carlena realized she was being seduced, and, at the point, she wanted to be seduced. Her body was primed up for sexual pleasure, she crawled back up on the bed, and slid under the covers. She felt like she was in a dream, in bed with a 15 year old girl, who was very hot, and eager.

Kathy pulled back the covers, turned on her side, and was inches away from Carlena.

"Ummm, you have such a beautiful body Carlena" Kathy growled, running her fingers lightly over Carlena's stomach, "and you really make me hot. Would you like to stroke your pretty pussy, while I stroke mine at the same time? Or would you like to do more than masturbate together?"

Carlena's mouth was dry, she whispered, "I'd like to do both."

Kathy's smile was wide, as she growled, "Umm, that sounds so nice. I'd love to watch you stroke your pretty pussy, while I stroke mine. Is your pussy hot, and wet, and aching for your fingers?"

Carlena felt soft fingers stroking at her pussy lips, then the teasing slide of fingertips up and down her lips. Carlena let out a moan of sexual desire, her lips were soaked with her juices, coating the stroking fingertips. Kathy grinned, while Carlena watched, wide eyed, as she pulled her fingertips up, and eagerly licked off the juices.

"Oh yes", Kathy purred, "so hot, so wet, and so delicious. Now, feel me baby, feel my lips, feel how hot and eager you've made me."

Carlena did so, her fingers tracing, lightly, delicately over Kathy's labial lips. Kathy let out a purr of pleasure, she was just as wet as Carlena, and Carlena's fingers were quickly covered with her juices.

Kathy cooed, "Now taste my juices baby, taste how hot you've made me."

Carlena did so, the erotic flavor of Kathy's sweet nectar made her taste buds light up, and her pussy pulse eagerly.

Carlena dimmed down the lights to a muted glow, and they arranged themselves. Pillows pushed up their backs so they were reclined, so they could slouch back at an angle, and still watch what the other one was doing. They took position, and Carlena felt the lust start to rev up. Facing her, just a foot or so away, Kathy was reclined, her legs spread wide, Carlena felt her pulse pound as she saw the spread open pinkness, the soft, silken flesh gleaming with juices. Carlena felt her lust really crank up, and she brought her knees up, spreading her legs, displaying her spread open pussy so wantonly. Kathy's eyes glowed.

"Touch yourself baby" Kathy cooed, "you know how hot it will be, let's do it baby."

Carlena ran her fingers all over her body, fingers pinching and tweaking her throbbing tits. Kathy copied what Carlena was doing, they both moaned as their tits sent sizzles of pleasure to their twitching pussies. Kathy's fingers reached down, and her finger scooped out some of her cream and she spread it all over her pussy. Carlena was on fire with lust as she looked at Kathy, her legs spread wide, her sexy pussy spread wide open, glistening with juices, wantonly displaying her tight sex to her, making Carlena wild with lust. Carlena spread her legs as wide as possible, eagerly to brazenly display the pink opening of her sex to Kathy, she could see Kathy's eyes locked on her pussy lips, not able to look away. Carlena slipped her fingertips up and down her lips, moaning, feeling her juices pouring out, covering her fingers. She felt her labial lips, fat and swollen with her lust, Kathy seeing her wide open heat, the dark coral interior, soaked with the juices of Carlena's lust.

Kathy was blazing with lust, as she pushed two fingers up her burning pussy, and her other hand started to stroke at her throbbing clit, Carlena did exactly the same thing, unable to continue the teasing, she needed her orgasm, and the sooner the better. Carlena and Kathy went at it, masturbating furiously, the room was filled with grunts of lust and moans of desire, and the squishy sounds of their fingers fucking their juicy fuck holes. Carlena's eyes were heavy with lust as she watched Kathy slamming two, then three fingers up her pussy, finger fucking her burning pussy, while two fingers of her other hand, slippery with her cream slid around and around her throbbing clit. Kathy's eyes were glittering as she watched Carlena masturbating wildly, as she also stuffed 3 fingers snugly up her pussy, running fingers around her clit in circles. Both could see the other watching them, the wanton display and shared excitement of their sexuality spurring them on, the sizzles of lust pooling in their horny cunts, driving each other towards massive orgasms. Kathy was grunting, her orgasm getting set to explode. Carlena was gasping, unable to speak, her pussy was getting set to blow apart.

Carlena gasped, "Are you ready to cum?"

Kathy grunted, "Oh my God, I feel like I'm gonna fly apart! Yes, let's cum together!"

Fingers driving up burning cunts, fingers furiously stroking their throbbing clits, Carlena suddenly gasped, "I'm almost there, oh my God I feel like I'm gonna explode, cum with me Kathy, cum with me baby, cum, cum, yes, yes, yes, YES!!"

Her shriek of orgasmic release set Kathy off, she screamed "I'm cumming, oh fuck yes, YES!!" as her pussy blew apart.

Their orgasms ripped into them, Carlena could feel her cunt spasming crazily, over and over, her body shaking, juices gushing crazily, throbbing tingles dancing through her tunnel, adding to the sensory rush.

Kathy could feel her pussy convulsing, burning sizzles of pleasure blasting out from her quivering core over and over, juices pouring out of her as she shuddered and shook wildly in the tight, pleasing grip of her climax.

They sprawled out for several minutes, catching their breath.

Carlena saw Kathy crawl over to her, and they came together in a heated embrace, bodies pressing together tightly, burning kisses of passion making their pussies start that revving up quickly. Kathy was roaring with desire, the first orgasm just got her going. She squatted over Carlena, facing towards her feet, shoving her pussy in her face, and growled, "Lick my pussy, lick me, suck my clit, make me cum!"

The hot, crimson flesh parted so invitingly drew her mouth, Carlena eagerly buried her tongue into that pick, hot seam, the taste of her juices straight from her pussy was riveting, and after the first taste, Carlena couldn't stop. She ran her tongue all over the sizzling pinkness, listening to Kathy's growls and cries of pleasure. Carlena adjusted her mouth, latched her mouth around Kathy's throbbing clit, and sucked at, feeling that bud start to twitch wildly.

"Oh fuck, yes, so good, suck my clit, feels so...so...so, oh yes, yes, yes YESS!"

Kathy's voice rose up to a howl, and Carlena felt a flood of juices gushing, she swallowed what she could, and felt the rest of the juices coat her face, Kathy squealing and crying out, her body shaking, hips rotating, mopping down Carlena's face, until the last spasm pulsed through.

"Oh that was so awesome, god, you really know how to lick my sweet pussy Carlena. Now, it's your turn!"

She lay back, smiling, and urging Carlena on.

"Sit on my face baby, I want you to cum, cum all over my face, I love it!" Kathy exclaimed.

Carlena took position, squatting her Kathy's face, and she felt her fingers stroking along her slick lips, teasing at her.

"Oh yes, so pretty, your pussy is so pretty, baby" Kathy cooed

She felt the feather light brush of her tongue, gently teasing at her lips, it started the flame going again, she could feel her lust building back up. She wanted more, more.

Carlena shoved her hips down, eager to maximize the contact, she growled, "Eat my cunt, you little teen temptress, you little pussy licker, lick me cunt, suck on my clit, I wanna wash your face down with my juices!"

Kathy felt a bolt shoot through her, umm, she loved being ordered, she loved having a lover who was demanding, ordering her to do what her lover wanted. Fired up, she want at Carlena with a vengence, and Carlena received the licking of her life. Oh god, Kathy was a teen temptress, and she ate Carlena's steaming cunt exquisitely, sliding two fingers up her pussy, and working over her G spot as her tongue lashed at her throbbing clit. Carlena could feel it, oh god, she was gonna explode.

"Fuck, oh fuck, gonna cum, gonna spray your face baby, yes, yes, yes, YEEESSSS!"

Carlena's voice rose up to a wail, and her orgasm slammed into her, her pussy squirted wildly, she looked down, saw her girl cum splattering all over the face of that teen temptress, and that drove her on, her pussy spasming crazily, clamping at Kathy's plunging fingers again and again, until Carlena slumped down and off, out of breath, delirious from the insane sensory rush. She opened her eyes, saw Kathy's face, soaking wet with her juices, grinning at her.

Kathy growled, "When you cum, you really cum hard!"

Exhausted, and satisfied, they quickly fell asleep in each others arms.

[Bette Noir]

It`s difficult for men to write about lesbian sex but this was really good, well done !!

[groomleader]

Thank you Bette Noir, I appreciate you comments!

[comsmith22]

Damn Dude... You are One prolific Writer ... and Damn good at it... another series In need to Keep up on...

[groomleader]

Thanks cornsmith22, I appreciate the encouragement.

[comsmith22]

This is a fantastic series... Its More exotic and just plane raw Wet Hard core brain busting sex... the Line would be some where along the "SG Universe and ST Voyager From The Alien Point of view...
Really set up Looking forward to More of Kathy and Carly and If they gave any "admirers ... like The medical Officer that has taken Kathy as a Little sister... and If Brandon Gets the 2 earth girls Knocked up or even his 2 lovers ...

[groomleader]

Thanks very much cornsmith22.
I was interested in writing a sci-fi themed story, and I thought why not take a humans visiting another world story, flip it, and have a mission to Earth, seen through the eyes of the aliens.
And of course, lots of hot sex, to keep the hot sex readers interested.

[comsmith22]

It took me a while but the other SciFi series It reminds me of, has Touch of "Far-Scape"... and it is Not overly Laden with Sex and It addresses the "Bonding of the 2 races and the Differences and The similarities... and the willing ness to work together for the Betterment and advancement of both Races... I'de Love to swap Places with Brandon... well done and thanks...

[groomleader]

Part 16

Meegret opened her eyes, she was being spooned by Brandon, and Mestrin was snuggled in against her from in front. She smiled, she felt like the middle in that food that humans called a sandwich. There was a soft trill, it was her personal timer letting her know that her duty shift was 30 minutes away, Mestrin's also, for that matter.

Mestrin opened her eyes, seeing the one she loved so near, and she cooed, "Good morning Meegret, I love you."

Meegret pulled her close, and whispered, "Good morning to you Mestrin my love, and I love you too."

Mestrin and Meegret had discovered that the more they said it to each other, the happier it made them feel. Their love was like a creature of symbiosis, feeding on their positive emotions of love, and generating a constant flow of warmth, security, happiness and a peacefulness that Meegret hadn't felt for quite a while. She was still the driven, striving sub-commander when she was in command of the "Nestaso", but in her times when she could hang up the mantle of command, when she could let her guard down when Brandon and Mestrin were with her, she discovered what she had been missing.

They were now 6 hours from the estimated time of arrival, and Meegret and Mestrin slipped quietly out of bed. Oh, it had been glorious, since they had discovered the wonderful combination of being a three part. When they were not on duty, Brandon was waiting for them, and they would make sweet, glorious passionate love, the room filled with shrieks and howls of passion, umm, it was making Meegret warm and tingly just thinking about it. Meegret and Mestrin embraced tightly, sharing tongue filled swirls of passion, before they reluctantly broke, the ship's command was waiting for them, and Meegret had never been late for the change over, ever.

Meegret pulled on her uniform, in front of the mirror, she adjusted her command braids just so, smiling as felt Mestrin's loving eyes gazing at her, as Mestrin unconsciously copied what Meegret had just done. They looked at each other, less than 6 hours to go, and Meegret could feel her heart beat faster, the joy of coming home bubbling below the surface.

"Let's go, and take us the last bit of the way home" Meegret said softly.

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Kathy stirred, yawning, and smiled as she saw the peaceful, sleeping face of Carlena, next to her on the pillow. She could feel Carlena's right arm draped over her hip, her hand still lightly gripping Kathy's ass. They had been making love like honeymooners, it had been a sexually exhausting, but very satisfying 18 hours since they had first gotten together. Almost as if Carlena had sensed her thoughts, she fluttered her eyes, and focused on Kathy smiling at her.

"Good morning sweetheart" Carlena whispered, "We've got 6 hours to go!"

Kathy's eyes were bright, as she said softly, "Oh my god, I'm so excited I feel like I'm gonna explode! It was real nice of Meegret to invite you, me and Brandon onto the deck, when we exit the corridor, and we see our new world for the first time!"

Kathy gently took Carlena's head, and pulled her forward, giving Carlena a passion filled, tongue swirling kiss that was guaranteed to wake up even the sleepiest. Umm, Carlena could feel the lust start to bubble up, and Kathy's "do-me" look was all over the cute teen's face. They still had 6 hours to go, and they went at each other hungrily, eager to touch, taste and smell. Hands stroking and caressing, lips and tongues licking, setting little fires of pleasure burning all over their bodies. They were two hot and horny females when they entwined in a tight 69, they lapped at each other, tasting the juices, tongues burrowing in between the pink walls, then grazing at hard, eager pink clits, driving each other on in unison, until their combined shrieks and howls of orgasmic ecstasy filled the room.

They lingered in the afterglow, enjoying the peaceful, easy feeling after lovemaking, drifting on those soft clouds of joy.

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Brandon woke up, saw the bed was empty. Oh yeah, we're almost there, and Meegret had said that she and Mestrin were on duty for the final leg. Meegret had told him to bring Carlena and Kathy up to the flight deck, so they could see their new world first hand, when they exited the corridor.

Brandon hopped out of bed, quickly got dressed, went to his quarters, and had a bowl of cornflakes and milk to eat. He smiled as he remembered the last trip for provisions from Earth, and how he had spent the last of his cash, buying plenty of his favorite foods. He knew that the foods of Eeshankatarr would be more than delicious to his palate, but he had wanted a few things along with him.

After breakfast, he went to his table, and picked up the picture of Denise, his long lost love, and gazed at her. The smile, the young teen gracefulness, oh god, they'd been 14, and life had seemed like an endless vista spread out before them. They drifted apart, like so many people do, and she dies at 25 in a fucking one vehicle rollover crash. He smiled at her picture, the remembrance of what they had for such a short time, and softly kissed the picture. He didn't believe in heaven, hell, or any religious nonsense, but if she was, as they say, "looking down on him", he hoped she would be happy for him, to have found true love, in the most unusual way.

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On the flight deck, as Meegret officially took command of the ship, as the officers announced "Sub-commander on the deck" and gave her the gesture of respect, she realized how keyed-up she was. She acknowledged the gesture, then settled into the command chair, 6 hours counting down. She drew upon her steely, sub-commander persona, and the deck officers relayed all the status reports, and she watched the time, ticking down.

When 30 minutes were left, Brandon, Carlena and Kathy were escorted to the deck by the junior protocol officer, Garriton Wyclovian.

Meegret greeted them civilly, aware that she could not be too informal while she was on duty.

"Brandon, Carlena and Kathy, please, come forward."

Brandon said, very formally, "Thank you for this great honor, Sub-commander Talshar. We have been looking forward to seeing our new home."

Kathy, sensing the tone, jumped in, "Thank you Sub-commander Talshar, I am very honored to be here."

Carlena added, "Thank you Sub-commander Talshar, I am also honored to be here, and watch the last leg of this great journey."

They could see a quick twinkle in her eyes, and then she replied, in her formal, sub commander tone, "You are most welcome, please, be seated, we should be arriving in exactly 28 minutes."

There were fold up seats that had been folded down into position, just behind the rail separating the Commander's chair from the science and navigation stations. They took their seats, and watched the crew functioning perfectly.

To Carlena and Kathy, it was exciting, and thrilling, to see the bridge officers at work, with Meegret Talshar skilfully in command of such a great, star cruising vessel.

To Brandon, he had an added excitement, seeing the dichotomy of Meegret his lover, the one he loved with all his heart, and Meegret Talshar, Sub-commander in charge, was getting him going again. He could feel his need for her, which he quickly put a lid on, no funny business out here.

When there were 15 minutes to go, Commander Verson Riyudla appeared on the deck. All the officers quickly jumped to attention, chorused "Commander on the deck", and gave the gesture of respect. The commander returned the gesture, he was there merely to observe the last few minutes of their journey.

With 10 seconds left, the warning klaxon sounded, and 10 seconds later, they exited the corridor.

"Forward thrust off, viewscreen on" Meegret ordered.

Mestrin voice replied crisply, "It will be done, sub-commander."

The screen came to life, and there, 50,000 miles away, like a beacon, the welcoming globe of home, Eeshankatarr, in a full planet phase. Meegret could feel the rush of joy, keeping it inside, as she saw her home, how wonderful it was to be back home.

Kathy's mouth hung open, staring at the beautiful planet, home, she thought, my new home.

Tears came to her eyes, and she said, "Oh my god, it's beautiful, so beautiful."

Carlena blinked back her tears of happiness, my new home, she thought, it looks so wonderful.

Brandon could feel a knot inside him loosen up, and disappear, as he stared at that glowing orb in the sky, a new home, a new beginning.

Throughout the ship, exclamations of joy burst forth, there had never been as beautiful a sight to their eyes as that of their home, suspended in the darkness.

"Communications officer Belestar, transmit the arrival code" Meegret ordered.

"It will be done sub-commander" Jocelin Belestar replied, her tentacles deftly entering the code, and pressing the transmit button.

It was standard procedure for a ship that had been on a long mission to transmit an arrival code upon returning. The code was different of each ship, and the planetary defenses could stand down from alert status. Any ship not transmitting a code would have been challenged immediately, and if ignored, the planetary defense ships would have been launched from their bases on Eeshankatarr's moons, to intercept and if necessary, destroy the ship, if it was a hostile invader.

Ten seconds later, Communications officer Belestar said, "Arrival code received and verified. Fleet Commander Villson Fildersin standing by to welcome us."

Meegret and Verson jumped to their feet, at attention. Having the Fleet Commander address them personally was a very high accolade. All the flight deck officers immediately came to attention, facing the viewscreen. The scene of Eeshankatarr changed to the Fleet Commander.

All officers on the flight deck gave him the gesture of respect, and Commander Verson Riyudla said, in very formal, solemn tones, "Fleet Commander Fildersin, you honor us deeply with your welcome."

Fleet Commander Fildersin acknowledged the gesture, and said, "Welcome home Commander Riyudla and Sub-commander Talshar. We had feared the worst when the trans-dimensional corridor collapsed. I eagerly look forward to the reports about the mission." Scanning the bridge, he said, "Who are the 3 just behind you? Are they humans? I thought they were to be transported in stasis."

The look on his face said he was NOT pleased at this turn of events.

Verson said, "Well, Fleet Commander, it was a difficult journey, and certain things happened, everything will be included in the report, it is being transmitted to you right now."

The Fleet Commander made a grunting sound, and replied, "I look forward to reading about this change of plans."

The viewscreen returned to the scene of Eeshankatarr, coming closer, Verson exchanged a look with Meegret, his eyes twinkling. When he had said everything, he meant everything, up to a point. The commander motioned Brandon, Carlena and Kathy to his quarters.

Brandon said, "Jeez, I hope we haven't gotten you, or Sub-commander Talshar in trouble."

Verson smiled, and said, "No problem, he comes across as a gruff, by the book type, but we go way back. He just has to project that image, for the benefit of the new recruits who are eager to climb the ranks. I believe your expression would be his bark is worse than his bite. We will be landing very soon, then you can step out onto the world of Eeshankatarr. I know that myself, Meegret and the entire crew hope that our home, your new home, is everything you hope for it to be, and more."

Kathy grabbed Verson, hugged him tightly, and said softly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He was somewhat startled, he'd never been hugged, and he was bit stiff, until he relaxed, and copied the hug that Kathy was giving him. Carlena joined them, and Brandon decided, why not, this calls for a group hug, and he joined in.

[April]

Great chapter groomleader, hoping to get back and read this from the beginning.

Thank you for taking the time to write your tales and share them with us :)

[comsmith22]

This is a great Update ... Thanks ... I love this Sci-Fi approach...
I'm looking forward to hearing More of their Adventures on their New Home and how they interact with the people of host word and hearing more of Who is making love to Whom...
Thanks again"groom'...

[groomleader]

Thank you April, and comsmith22, I appreciate your comments very much.

[April]

I have finally been able to read this from the very start - and I am so glad I found the time to do so...

This is a great read groomleader, and I hope you have plans to continue because I look forward to reading each new chapter.

Thank you for taking the time to write and share this with us :)

[groomleader]

Part 17

On the flight deck, Meegret said, "Communications officer Belestar, put me on vessel wide comm."

"It is done, and ready sub-Commander" came the prompt, crisp reply.

Verson, Kathy, Carlena, and Brandon heard the sure, commanding voice of Meegret Talshar, as she directed, "All sections, prepare for arrival. We will intercept the directional vectors in 5 minutes, please ensure all docking latches are secured, set structural integrity settings to normal, set EM damping buffers to maintenance cycle, set heat dissipating baffles for normal approach, all non essential systems, set to standby, we will touch down in 30 minutes, we are home."

Verson smiled at Kathy, Carlena, and Brandon, and said, "Shall we go back to the flight deck, and you can watch the last little bit of our journey?"

They returned to the flight deck, Meegret saw them and gave them a smile. She knew what Verson had been saying about Fleet Commander Villson Fildersin, the gruff exterior, but the inquisitive nature, and the fascinating report he would receive, would totally absorb him. Of course, if he knew everything about what happened, especially as far as Sub-Commander Meegret Talshar was concerned, he'd, as the Earth expression went, flip his wig. Meegret turned her head, and did her best not to laugh as that thought crossed her mind.

They intercepted the vectors right on schedule, and Flight officer Orsoton skilfully piloted the ship into the new coordinates. The heat dissipating baffles were deployed as the "Nestaso" angled into the upper ionosphere, and Mestrin adjusted the pitch to keep the heat of re-entry as low as possible. Dropping lower, entering the stratosphere, the baffles retracted as the air wings were deployed. Now that the "Nestaso" was in the thicker, air containing layers of the atmosphere, the ship could be piloted like a regular planet bound air vessel.

The flight deck was mostly quiet, the ship's crew handled the arrival with crisp, on the mark proficiency, and little was left to do except enjoy the return. Meegret did so, the feelings of joy filling her, home, we are home, she would never take home for granted ever again, not after seeing how quickly that could change. The joy made every part of her feel alive, and her sex started that telltale throb. Oh yes, that would certainly have to be taken care of, and after the rush and crush of arrivals, and all the protocol and procedures that entailed, she would use Brandon and Mestrin, her two lovers, like sexual playthings, she would need both of them to take care of the burning lust that her body would build up to.

The part of the planet they were over was just experiencing daybreak, the large orb of the sun rising into the sky. One of the 2 moons was just starting to slip below the horizon, while the first one had set a few hours earlier. The ship angled down steeply, and Meegret opened up a channel.

She uttered a stream of words that were totally alien, the voice on the other end replied in that same language. The three humans looked at each other, the commander looked at them, smiling.

"That's another protection, to have our approaches handled in our original native languages. Any hostile race tries to sneak in, they'd have to know our ancient language to be accepted into the final landing path. Without that, they'd be steered into an approach that would crash them into the mountain range. If that sounds harsh, well, there have been more than a few encounters with hostiles, and causalities taught us to kill them, before they kill us."

"Final landing path has been fed into the data banks, prepare for touchdown." Meeget said, in that firm, Sub-commander voice.

Brandon smiled, he knew all too well, how that voice sounded when the duties and responsibilities of rank were removed, along with her clothes, and her voice giving off all those sounds of passion in a husky, lust driven growl, ummm, oh god, he could feel himself firming up again. He shifted a bit in his seat, trying to readjust his bulge to a more comfortable position. Kathy saw what he was doing, and she grinned, oh yes, Brandon's getting hard and eager just being in proximity to his lover, and she was pleased. She liked Brandon, he had been a kind, considerate lover, and she really liked and admired Sub-commander Meegret Talshar, she hoped that they had a long, happy and sex filled relationship.

Mestrin took her tentacles off the controls, the ship was now on automatic guidance, and she could just relax and watch the ship land itself. She looked around the deck, thrilled to be a part of this ship's compliment, a senior officer, and piloting such a wonderful ship. She saw her lover, Meegret Talshar, just seeing her, so sure, so in command, made her body tingle. It was like a preview of how skilfully Meegret would make every bit of her tingle, after all the formalities were taken care of, and they could be together again, without the burdens of rank between them.

The ship dipped towards the mountain range, and on what appeared to be a blank cliff face, two large doors, that looked exactly like part of the cliff, opened, and they could see a long landing bay built right into the mountain, and the "Nestaso" moved slowly in, landing struts deploying, and with the small ion thrusters now in charge, moved deeper into the landing bay, until a square set into the floor lit up, and the ship hovered over, then touched down gracefully.

All across the ship, joy and cheers erupted, no longer moving, safe at home. The crew quickly assembled themselves, they'd be marched out, and the Fleet Commander himself would personally review them. Once again, the crew was well prepared, they quickly had their dress uniforms on, and they smartly marched out in a double file, lining up alongside the hull of the "Nestaso."

As was the custom, Sub-commander Talshar was second last to leave the ship, and Commander Riyudla was last. Brandon, Carlena and Kathy wondered where they would be, Meegret had directed them to leave with her, and to line up just behind her and the Commander, who would be standing in front of the ship's crew, ready to receive the Fleet Commander.

Fleet Commander Villson Fildersin wasted no time, 30 seconds after assembling, a small skimmer craft carrying him landed in front of the ship, he strode up to them, looking very imposing and no nonsense.

Meegret and Verson gave the most formal gesture of respect, and said in unison, "Fleet Commander, you honor us with your presence."

He returned the gesture, and said, "Welcome home" and he eyed the three humans, "and, I see your efforts have yielded results."

He stepped up to Brandon, looked him over, and said, "What is your name, male human?"

"Brandon Wellsley, Fleet Commander."

He nodded, and stepping up to Kathy, he said, "And you, female human, what is your name?"

Kathy Slates, following Brandon's lead, kept it simple and direct also, as she replied, "Kathy Slates, Fleet Commander."

Stepping in front of Carlena, he asked, "And you, other female human, what is your name?"

"Carlena Midson, Fleet Commander."

He nodded, and said, "Interesting. Now, let's review your crew, shall we?"

Meegret caught their eyes, and gave them a smile as they escorted the Fleet Commander to review the ship's crew. Meegret and Verson made sure to fill the Fleet Commander with glowing praise for every member of the crew, performing with peak efficiency on such a challenging mission. The crew were well aware of the high honor of being reviewed by the Fleet Commander himself, and every member stood at ramrod attention, and made sure that their gestures of respect were crisp, delivered perfectly.

Meegret could see even he was impressed, and the Fleet Commander was not one to display his admiration too openly.

After the review, the Fleet Commander said, "I look forward to reading the full report. Commander Riyudla, Sub-commander Talshar, officers and crew of the 'Nestaso', at ease, stand down and enjoy some well deserved rest time."

He returned to his skimmer craft, climbed aboard, and the engines purred back to life as it lifted up, and moved away quickly. It made Brandon think of an Earth car, the shape was similar, and it hovered just about the floor of the bay, like a car would. It brought it back with a sudden whoosh, they were 890 light years away from anything to do with Earth, and he felt awed by it all.

A larger skimmer craft approached, landed and a platoon of scientists and researchers approached. They coversed with the senior medical officers Sabeena Thysonia and Brylonser Gertonlee, and they entered the ship. They came out soon after, carrying the cold storage tanks containing their eggs and sperm, and a portable data base that had downloaded all the research about the human life form from the ship's data banks.

Meegret said, "Looks like we'll find out, what cloning your DNA can do for us. They will be starting the experimentation very soon, and we will find out about our future, will it be a bold new future, full of promise, or..."

Her voice trailed off, and she shuddered a bit at what was left unsaid.

[comsmith22]

Nice Update... I was getting worried That they may have His an asteroid While in Hyperspace... Glad to see them Home... Now it's Time to Get Busy repopulating the Planet... LOL Thanks ...

[ironeagle2]

keep it cumming

[groomleader]

Part 18

Brandon, Carlena and Kathy were relaxing in the common area, drinking cups of hot beverage that was called Glaabor. It tasted somewhat like coffee, and they were enjoying the new taste. After the greeting from the Fleet Commander, the humans had been left to fend for themselves for a while, since the Commander and Sub-commander had been busy with interviews from the science community, eager to hear all about their voyage. Fortunately, Flight officer Orsoton had escorted them, and they got a tour of the fleet headquarters. Everyone they met had been friendly, some were very curious, eager to meet beings from another planet so far away, and Brandon, Carlena and Kathy had more than a bit of attention. Brandon was not averse to being the object of such intense interest, but now, after the rush had died down, he was grateful for the lull in activity.

Sub-commander Talshar entered, and Brandon could see the look that passed between Mestrin and Meegret. It was that gaze of smoldering passion, and he knew that Meegret was gripped by her sexual drive. She turned that gaze on him, and Brandon was unaware of anything but those lambent grey eyes, he could feel the sexual heat from across the room, and he knew what she needed.

She sat next to him, and asked, "Is everything okay, sorry to take so long, science divisions and command wanted to hear every detail."

Kathy jumped in, "Yes, everything's so wonderful. A whole new world, away from all the nonsense of the old one."

Meegret smiled at her enthusiasm, and went on, "So, we are on, as you call it, shore leave. I invite you all to come and stay where I live, it's in the southern section of this continent, the name of the southern sector is Belgorrahshon. The climate is very similar to the climate conditions in the state of Texas. I called for a transporter, it's waiting for us now, and we will get there in 3 hours. I also had the possessions you brought with you loaded into the transporter very carefully."

Brandon said, "Sounds great, I'm ready to go!"

Similar sentiments were expressed by Carlena, Kathy and Mestrin. Mestrin had a small apartment located in the living area of fleet headquarters, and she relished the idea of getting away, seeing an area of her planet she'd never been to. The look of love and lust that Meegret favored her with was, as the Earth expression went, the cherry on top of the sundae.

Meegret opened her comm, spoke rapidly in that alien dialect, then closed the comm, and smiled.

"Ok, division has now been notified of where we will be, and we have their clearance, let's go."

She led them to landing bay 1, and the transporter awaited. It was very similar to an earth style aircraft, something like a commuter style craft, but instead of jet engines for propulsion, 2 ion thrusters were located on the back, and 1 was located on each wing. The thrusters could be swiveled in a 180 degree arc, to lift off the ground, forward propulsion, reverse propulsion, and gave it the ability to hover in place.

Mestrin was happy to take the controls, and the transporter was quickly, smoothly airborne. Mestrin set the controls for auto guidance, and she went back to join everybody. The atmosphere was a mixture of excitement, awe, wonder and discovery, as Brandon, Kathy and Carlena adjusted to their new life, and new home.

Meegret said, "Can't wait until I get home, then I can get this damn uniform off. I hate wearing clothes, if it wasn't for command restrictions, and the sensibilities of the crew, I'd be on the bridge naked as the day I was born!"

She turned to the passengers, and said, "When I am home, I NEVER wear clothes, I cherish my time off duty, and I need my body to be free. Would it offend any of you for me to be nude?"

Everyone answered that they would not, and Kathy giggled as she said, "Oh I'd love to see you on the command deck, the nude sub-commander, that'd shake up things!"

Meegret smiled, as she replied, "Unfortunately, a little too much. Our race has developed a deep seated revulsion to sexual contact. Ever since full scale cloning came into use, the sex drive died away. There are a few of us, myself included, who still have the drives, but society as a whole, would be very against anything even hinting at sex. The same thing goes for nudity, if you want to be nude, well, you can in private, but NOT in public view."

Brandon and Mestrin smiled, they both knew how stunning Sub-commander Meegret Talshar was, when she took off the sub-commander persona, and let her true self show through.

Carlena asked, "Is there a place where I can lay down, the excitement is starting to wear off, and I need a nap."

Kathy jumped in, "That sounds like a good idea."

Meegret saw the look that passed between the two ladies, she had a feeling they were enjoying the pleasures of lesbianism also, so she said, "Would you like to share a room? The transporter has 3 sleeping rooms, just in the back there, choose a room, and be comfortable."

Kathy grinned, and said, "Oh yeah, that'd be great!"

Meegret rose, and said, "Follow me."

She led the way, and gestured them inside one of the rooms. Carlena saw the bed, and with a happy sigh, stretched out on the bed. Kathy quickly joined her, snuggling against her. Carlena felt sleep rapidly descending on her, Kathy was just as tired, and in less than a minute, both of them were fast asleep.

Meegret looked at them, curled around each other. She smiled, very pleased. She wanted Brandon, Carlena and Kathy to have a whole new happy life, and it gave her a warm feeling inside to see them adjusting quickly to such a new world.

She felt two bodies come up behind her, and the pleasure as hands and tentacles reached around, caressing her through her uniform. She turned her head, saw Brandon and Mestrin, eager to quench her built up desire.

"Aww, such a sweet sight, and what great timing too," Brandon said softly. "Carlena and Kathy can enjoy some sleep time, while I am sure we three are eager for some love making time."

Meegret growled, "Oh yes, I have been so full of lust, I almost can't stand it."

They only had to take half a step back, and the door to another of the sleep rooms beckoned. Once inside, Meegret yanked off her uniform, and threw it aside.

"Glash shoon, I HATE clothes!"

She grabbed Mestrin, and cooed, "Let us strip you, my love."

Mestrin felt blazing sensations as Meegret and Brandon slowly undid her uniform, kissing the skin as they exposed it. Mestrin wove her tentacles through Meegret's and Brandon's hair, and gently caressed the heads of her lovers, until every inch of Mestrin's body was free. Then, Mestrin and Meegret turned to Brandon, he saw the blazing lust in Meegret's grey eyes and Mestrin's bright green eyes, they stripped him down, mouths kissing and tentacles stroking everywhere, his cock was rock hard, and he felt the tentacles of both his lovers wrap around his cock, gently stroking him.

Meegret felt herself being pushed back onto the bed, and Mestrin and Brandon started to work her over, umm, the feeling of her face, her neck, her shoulders being showered with kisses from both lovers was beyond compare. She let out a growling wail of pleasure, both her nipples were being licked, sucked and kissed, it made her lust roar. She needed Brandon, needed his cock, and she grabbed him, and pulled him on top of her.

"Fuck me, fuck me Brandon, FUCK ME!"

Hearing herself say those slang terms for sexual contact gave her another boost of lust, and she screeched with pleasure as Brandon drove his cock in, her walls gripped at him, eager to keep him in as long as possible. Brandon got into the rhythm, driving into Meegret's depths over and over. She turned her head, saw Mestrin's face inches from her own, her green eyes blazing with heat, and their mouths came together in a tongue filled swirl, being kissed while Brandon was fucking her was making her body light up.

Brandon was enjoying the view of Mestrin and Meegret kissing so heatedly, his cock was getting ready to unload.

Meegret broke the kiss, her release was about to slam into her, and she cried out, "Get set Brandon, cumming oh yes, yes, YES!"

Brandon felt the spines rise up and pierce his shaft, holding him deep inside her. Brandon grunted, growled, and his cock erupted, the pheromone mixture again making his cock squirt like a garden hose on full blast, each squirt made his whole body throb, the shrieks of Meegret's release carrying her along with him, until the orgasms had finally spent their force inside their joined bodies.

Kathy Slates had dozed for just a few minutes, then jerked awake. Her body was still too keyed up with an excitement she had never felt, and it would take a while for it to settle down. Consequently, she had crawled out of bed, she didn't want to disturb Carlena, who slept peacefully. She smiled at Carlena, she would have liked to get some tender love making in with her. Making love with another woman was a pleasure she wanted more of. Carlena's body was so soft, so yielding, Kathy had learned the pleasure of Carlena planting doting kisses and caresses all over her body. Instead of just licking her quickly, like too many guys do, Carlena would linger over her, making her pussy into a steamy, lust fueled furnace taking her higher and higher until her fingers, lips and tongue would send her tumbling over the edge, into the rush of orgasm. Kathy smiled, just the feel of her silken skin pressed against her was a heavenly pleasure. With guys, they were always in a big rush to stick their cocks in, and blow their balls, then take off like they were fleeing the scene of a crime. Back in the bad old days, when she had to use her body as currency, she had more than a few of the ones who used her like a cum dump.

She stood up, her clothes annoyed her, she stripped them off, and stretched, ummm, felt good to be nude. Meegret had mentioned about how she hoped that her nude lifestyle wouldn't disturb them, hell no, Kathy was more than ready to join in the spirit of that. She stepped out into the hallway, and heard muffled sounds of pleasure. She crept to the room, and peeked in. She saw the naked beauty of Meegret and Mestrin, and Brandon was pounding his cock into Meegret's accommodating center. She heard Meegret telling Brandon to get set, then Meegret's shriek of release sounded, and Brandon's body started to jerk, he was making animalistic sounds of pure lust, as he pumped his cock into Meegret's heat. Oh god, that looked so hot, and her pussy responded in kind, she could feel the juices start to gush, slicking up her lips.

Meegret and Mestrin both had better senses of smell than humans, and both could smell the arousal from the doorway. Mestrin turned her head and locked eyes with Kathy.

Mestrin said, "Come in please Kathy, come join us!"

Meegret grinned and added, "Yes, we are know you're there, we can smell your arousal, come in and join us, and let us take care of your need."

Kathy felt both shame and excitement flood her, she felt ashamed that she'd been caught peeking, but the rush of excitement as Meegret told her to come in and get satisfaction, made her step through the doorway. She smiled shyly, as Meegret and Mestrin voiced their approval at her nudity.

Meegret's grey ears were full of heat, she locked eyes with Kathy. Kathy saw unbridled pleasure in that gaze, and she was spellbound. She didn't even notice Mestrin rising, until Mestrin's hand took her. She looked into Mestrin's eyes, saw the same blazing lust, and she was ready to let them do whatever they wanted to with her.

[comsmith22]

Fantastic Update... Been waiting for a while... Thanks ... :victorious:

[comsmith22]

I Am Looking forward to the continued progression of the story... and where it goes... :tongue: