Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Copyright (C) 2012 by Aaror The Swarm Cycle Universe Copyright (C) 2007 The Thinking Horndog Any resemblance between the content of this story or any of the characters depicted herein and real persons or events is highly unlikely and purely coincidental. Content: MF, MFF, oral --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Thomas was surprised at the way he woke up, two tongues were duelling over his morning hard on. 'Not a bad way to wake up,' he mused, as he opened his eyes to admire the two lovely ladies playing with him. Terri, the sponsor, had dark brown hair, with a darker triangle between her legs. She was slender, but muscular, with just enough hips to say "woman," and B-cup boobs. Wendy, Terri's concubine, was shorter and curvier, with large C-D cup breasts and ample hips, but with a slim waist that could make any man pant. Her hair was blonde, but she didn't have any hair below her neck. Both were nude in the bed with him. "So who is going to swallow?" He asked, grinning. Terri answered, "I'm the sponsor." And with that, she proceeded to surround his cock with her mouth, deep-throating him and almost causing him to lose control. "You're not being nice to poor Wendy, perhaps she could have muff pie for breakfast?" He was just joking, but Wendy quickly slid under her sponsor to tongue Terri's clit. This was too much for Thomas, and he shot his load into Terri, who kept it in her mouth instead of swallowing. As he deflated, he saw Terri shift into a 69, clamp her mouth over Wendy's nether lips and used her tongue to force his sperm into Wendy. He couldn't believe that he had met these women only yesterday, and before that revenge had been his only reason for living. He needed concubines of his own, and realized he should make Terri get one more as well. Still, he wasn't sure how he could take care of just these two, much less four more. Maybe he could convince Terri to get another guy - but even as he had the thought, a twinge of jealousy hit him. He sat back, watching the two women 69, and realized his body was already recovering. He slid around behind Terri, and put his cock above where Wendy was teasing her clit. He pushed in with no warning, finding her slick enough to give no resistance, and enjoyed the orgasm that surprise brought about. He managed to hold still while she quivered, but soon his body demanded that he take an active role. As he pounded into her, he could feel Wendy's mouth shifting from Terri's clit to his balls and then back to Terri. Suddenly this stopped, and he heard a keening wail from between his legs. This set him off, and again he spurted inside Terri, which apparently set her off as well. He backed out of her, and the two women untangled their limbs. "Anyone feel like a shower?" He asked. "We all need one," Terri replied, and grabbed his cock like a leash, leading him into the bathroom. The three of them enjoyed their time rubbing soap on each other's bodies and then spraying the water to remove all the soap. It was not sexual, just sensual, a bonding and togetherness time. Then Thomas sent Wendy downstairs to make breakfast while he and Terri got into their uniforms. "First day on the job," he said to himself, "but what is the job?" Terri answered his rhetorical question, "I don't know, but it sounds like we are supposed to communicate with Earth First on behalf of the military." "Yeah, and a squad of marines for when I want to 'communicate' with them the way I have in the past." He grinned, then sobered, "Computer, what percentage of Confederation marine casualties are the result of attacks by non-confederation humans while on Earth?" The AI quickly responded, "52% of combat deaths of marines are the result of incidents in pickups or other attacks by humans on Earth. This does not include the deaths of Naval or Naval Auxiliary personnel in battles with the Swarm; counting all military personnel, the rate drops to 41%. However, if all sponsor level volunteers at a pickup were regarded as joining the military, the death rate moves back up to 54%." Thomas whistled, "We are fighting ourselves more than the swarm." Then another ugly thought hit him. "AI, what effect on Earth's defense is predicted from the deaths of Earth First combatants." "Killing three members of Earth First is tied to one sponsor or marine not being killed, which gives Earth an average of 1.4 hours of additional survival in projections." "No, no, no, that's not what I was asking. Assume that we somehow had two ways to prevent Earth First from attacking sponsors, and one method killed the Earth First members, while the other left those members alive, to fight the swarm." "Interesting," the AI spoke, "This will take some time to calculate. Simulations of this type have not been run." After only a few seconds, "A preliminary analysis suggests that a member of Earth First left alive but somehow changed into a combatant not hostile to the Confederation is a significant benefit. Seven former Earth First members willing to fight the Swarm provide a similar advantage to your species survival as one sponsor with a 6.5 score." "I can kill seven men with one blow," Thomas said, thinking about an old story. It was Terri who gave Thomas the next breakthrough. They had been brainstorming for 2 hours, and getting nowhere. Thomas growled, "How do I get these folks to see our point!" At this, Terri said, "Maybe we need to try to see their point of view?" "What!" "Well, what does Earth First want?" "They want everyone evacuated, which is impossible," Thomas growled, "OK, maybe it would be possible, if the entire Confederation made it a priority, but the folks back home don't understand how it works. Our choices are some or none, the negotiations have already been done." "But is that what they want, or is it a political position?" Terri asked. "What do you mean?" "Well, imagine you don't care about the future, that you only care about the next year, why would you join Earth First then?" "I guess 'cause your wife was extracted?" "Yes. We have survival instincts, but they are not perfect. While intellectually people rant about taking everyone, most of the problems come from the more immediate survival instincts. Yes, as we get closer to the Swarm invasion, the escape instinct will get worse, but right now we have a whole bunch of men with no women!" "Yeah, but the Confederation won't let us clone women for the guys I don't think." Terri's face fell, "True." After a few minutes of silent moping, she asked idly, "AI, what are the limits of changes to non-reproductive women?" "Non-Reproductive women do not have value to the defense effort, therefore only insignificant resources can be expended upon them. Nanites in food delivered to humans on Earth will extend lifespan approximately 30 years and will give slight improvements to strength and reflexes, helping to battle the swarm." The computer replied. The AI assigned to the program seemed to have learned computer/human interaction from old earth movies, and the two sponsors had learned to humor it. "AI, if a non-reproductive woman could prevent an Earth First member from targeting sponsors, what value would that woman have to the confederacy." "In that situation, resources could be expended within reason." The computer answered, sounding almost perplexed with the direction of the conversation. Terri was on a roll, and Thomas wasn't about to stop her, but then he realized an issue, "AI, can Darjee Medical technology make a non-reproductive woman young again?" "Negative." Again, hopes were dashed in the room. Terri asked rhetorically, "No old woman has ever been made young?" "That is correct. The greatest change authorized was making an 80-year-old as healthy and attractive as a 38-year-old." Thomas jerked with surprise, "Wait, what?" Terri jumped in, "AI, if a non-reproductive female were made younger, and it served the purposes of the Confederation, could she also be made more attractive?" "Affirmative." "Exactly what would be the limits?" "A non-reproductive female modified in this way could not be made physiologically younger than the earliest onset of menopause, which would vary from woman to woman. All physical flaws could be removed, skin could be firmed, sculpted, lifted, etc. However, the woman would be required to still show her non-reproductive status." "So the real limitation is not looking her age, but rather displaying her age." "That is correct." "AI, posit that some symbol was used to notify anyone who looked at a woman that she was postmenopausal and that the knowledge of what the symbol meant was broadcast to the entire population of earth, would displaying that symbol prominently be sufficient to allow any other modification?" "Negative." "Why?" "A modification could be made that would change the gender fully to male, this is considered unethical in Confederation laws." Terri shrugged, but before she could speak the computer continued, "A modification could be made that would restore reproductive capability to the human, this would be considered unethical in Confederation laws." Terri pounced, "So if those objections were addressed, by not allowing such a change, you would approve of any other changes?" "Any changes to a non-reproductive female that did not violate those two tenants would be allowable if she displayed the symbol you described." At about that time Thomas's stomach growled, "Gosh, I didn't realize the time, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse." Terri smiled at him, "I could eat a man hung like a horse!" As she said this, she looked pointedly at his crotch. "It's not that big," Thomas grinned, "Wendy, dial us up some food on the replicator and bring it in here." As he said this, he opened his trousers and pulled out his cock, "see, it's just a bit above average." Terri looked at it hungrily, leaning forward and accidentally giving Thomas a little cleavage, "Why do big guys always think they are average, while tiny guys think they are huge?" She smiled, just before kissing the tip of his penis. Thomas couldn't help a slight jerk at the sensation, and he drove his cock an inch into Terri's mouth, he was about to apologize when she grabbed his butt and forced her mouth down, deep throating him. She managed to swallow a few times, massaging the head of his penis with her throat while her tongue licked from side to side. He was so aroused it almost hurt, like fire was shooting through him. He erupted in her mouth, and she quickly backed off to capture all the spurts after the first in her mouth. After she swallowed, she grinned, "This stuff didn't taste as good before I volunteered." The AI butted in, "Your taste buds were modified to enjoy the flavor and your nerve endings were modified to derive pleasure from the texture and sensation. This is a standard modification for all sponsors and concubines." "Guys too?" She asked. "That is correct, although with a few exceptions males are not encouraged to be bisexual. Female bisexuality increases libido and encourages polygamy, which in turn leads to more favorable males procreating more often, and less favorable males not procreating, which improves the gene pool. Male bisexuality reduces sperm count available for procreation, and is therefore discouraged unless the male's genes are so low in quality that their procreation is counter-indicated." Thomas shrugged, "I guess that makes sense, still, if it means I can kiss you after." he paused as Terri frenched him and tried to lick his tonsils. He pushed her away after a minute, "OK, yeah, it is ok, still a little weird, but if I expect her to do it, I can. "Expect her to do what?" Wendy asked as she walked in. She was wearing a full-length body stocking, which extended to her wrists and ankles, and had a high collar. It was fishnet and it was clear she was wearing nothing underneath, both nipples stood out through gaps in the stocking, obviously hard with arousal. "Well, I like having you girls lick my cock clean after I fuck you and I'm pretty sure every man feels the same way." Thomas said, blushing slightly. He wasn't used to being as forthright with women as he found himself being in the last few days. "Oh, that's no big deal, I enjoy it. I enjoy cleaning out my sponsor after she has been fucked even more." She hinted. Terri was looking at him, seeing his eyes tracking up and down her concubine's body. She sub-vocalized so Wendy couldn't hear, "you want to fuck her or me right now?" He hesitated, which told her all she needed to know, "Fuck her, fuck her hard, so I can eat your sperm out of her juicy tunnel." Thomas looked at the young woman, who looked back mischievously, "You'd better set the tray down." Wendy did so, then shrieked as Thomas effortlessly picked her up, tossed her on the couch, and ripped the crotch out of her body stocking. He dove in, licking her lips and clit, but quickly realized she was already soaking wet and ready. He climbed up her body, kissing her deeply as she moaned into his mouth. Terri came up behind him and helped set his cock at her entrance, and he nosed in. He stopped after an inch, and held still. Wendy thrust her body into his; forcing another inch in, but he pulled back, teasing her by staying just barely inside. He broke the kiss and leaned down to lick a nipple. "Do you want me?" "Oh god yes, fuck me, please?" It was apparent that she was begging, and it made Thomas feel powerful. Knowing he could kill a concubine wasn't the type of power he liked, knowing he could make one beg for his cock was much better. "Well, maybe if you are good, just a little. Terri, put a hand around my cock and keep it there." Terri realized what he wanted, and wrapped the base of his cock with a hand. Thomas enjoyed the sensation, then sunk into Wendy until Terry's thumb hit Wendy's clit. Wendy was pressing Thomas's head into her breast, whimpering. "Oh, please, give me the whole thing! I want it." Wendy begged. Thomas started moving, short strokes to accommodate the hand in the way. Only half of his cock slipped in when Terri's hand pressed into Wendy, so he only had a few inches of friction to enjoy, but the look of need on Wendy's face was so erotic he continued. "Please, I'll do anything!" Wendy moaned. "Oh, we already know that, you are a concubine," Terri quipped, and Thomas laughed a bit. "OK, Terri, climb on Wendy's tongue, but if she doesn't satisfy you, I won't satisfy her again until tomorrow." The threat wasn't needed, but he enjoyed the look of mock fear, and then determination on Wendy's face before that view was blocked by Terri's pussy. As he sank to the hilt in the willing woman, her entire body spasmed. Her head lifted up, pressing deeply into Terri. Thomas alternated between sucking both women's breasts and kissing Terri as he slid in and out of the concubine. After the third time she spasmed around him, he finally came, feeling completely spent as he collapsed onto her. Terri waited to cum one more time, then climbed off Wendy and the three of them dug into the food. When they were done, Wendy looked down at her body stocking, "Well that hole will be hard to fix." She complained. "Place it in a replicator and it will be repaired in 45 seconds," the AI tonelessly informed them. "Aww, you're no fun," Wendy pouted. "I wanted to make a sponsor feel guilty." "Maybe when we go down to the planet, we will get a few things from a lingerie store for you," Thomas offered. Wendy brightened at this, so Thomas continued, "And maybe a few things from a bondage store for when you get uppity." Wendy flushed and acted horrified, but Thomas saw her nipples turn hard and her pussy lips swell, and realized she was interested in the idea. He filed it away for later consideration. "OK, back to work. How do we get these older women, and how do we advertise their status?" Terri looked at Thomas, "Hmm, how do you get 60-80 year old women to agree to become young and sexually desirable again? I can't think of any way." Thomas growled at her teasing, "So we should just start trolling nursing homes? My issue is finding them, and also determining exactly what they are agreeing to." "They are agreeing to be young again." Terri smiled. "OK, so here is an example, we turn some 60 year old into - you know what, we need something to call these women." "Cher comes to mind. An 80 year old who is hot." Terri grinned. "Madonna is getting older too," Thomas opined, "but I don't think we can call the women Chers or Madonnas. We need one syllable, not pejorative, and suggestive." "Eve?" Wendy asked, "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt, but Eve was like the oldest woman in the Bible, and she certainly has sexual connotations, but no one can call it an insult." "Hmm, the Bible thumpers could get mad, but I like it. We will call the women Eves unless something better comes up. Hey, and that can be our symbol, a fig leaf, tattooed on the top of their left hand, or maybe the top of their left breast?" "Leave it up to the woman, just so she knows it has to be visible at all times." Terri suggested. "Done, but back to my issue. So we take a 70 year old woman, make her look like an 18 year old sexpot, and she proceeds to be the worst cock-tease in the world with her new body, will it help or hurt?" Terri defended her idea, "Most of those women will be getting sex, not teasing." Thomas replied, "Yes, but we need a way to make sure they all are doing their part, how about rotating concubinage?" "Huh?" Terri and Wendy both said. "Any woman who agrees to this is a rotating concubine. She has to act like one to any man she agrees to be with for 24 hours. After that time, she can renew the agreement, or find a different 'sponsor.' She is allowed to say no, but if she goes more than 24 hours without a sponsor, then she has to say yes to the next person who asks her." "Hmm, well, a lot of women would still accept that." Terri agreed reluctantly. "And once men learn what the symbol means, they will be on the lookout for it, any woman with that symbol who isn't with a man will get asked. That will reduce our advertising costs significantly." Thomas gushed. Terri frowned, "Typical male," she muttered, but Thomas didn't hear her. The rest of the day was spent hashing out details, including putting in the order for medical pods and an increase in staffing for Thomas's department. Thomas and the AI had agreed that this plan wouldn't eliminate Earth First, but it would mollify a lot of potential supporters, and that a lot of men who would be ready to explode from not having girlfriends would at least not be as violent if they had an outlet. A cautious level of support and resources had been authorized, with additional resources contingent upon signs of progress. Dinner was strained for some reason, and when Thomas went up to join Terri in bed and got frisky, she said "go use Wendy, I have a headache." The smart thing to do would have been to say "I love you, can you tell me what is wrong?" But he was tired and it had been a long day. He didn't even take up the offer, just rolled over and went to sleep. It was funny, he thought, 'the previous night I had snuggled with both women, and tonight I was alone again-even though I was still in the same bed with them.' The next morning he woke up alone. He threw on a uniform and wondered downstairs, finding Wendy in a very abbreviated version of a 1950's waitress outfit. She served up some food, then went to the counter and bent over, pretending to play with the leftovers. Her legs were about 2 feet apart, and Thomas could clearly see that she had crotchless red panties on, gaping open more like. "Where is Terri?" he asked around a mouthful of food. "Still mad at you," Wendy said, "But she said I could have you if you wanted." "Mad at me? Why?" "Did she have a good idea about the Eve's?" Wendy prodded. "Well yeah, and I supported it!" "No, you took it over." Wendy abandoned her attempts to tempt him with her lovely rear, and sat down at the table with him, taking his hands in hers. "Terri needs to feel needed, and valued, and useful. You can't put her down. You can't take over everything she does. I know it is hard for you, but let her own her ideas and do her own thing. Let her get her self-respect back." Thomas stood up, leaned over the table, and kissed the top of Wendy's head. "Thank you for being wiser than me, and if you are still in that outfit when I get back you will get what you want." "What is that?" Wendy asked coyly, before pushing her top down and saying "For you to suck on these?" She bounced her breasts playfully, distracting him and almost causing him to trip over the bench. "AI, where is Lieutenant Miers?" "Right here," Terri said, as the door opened, "I'm glad you are up. I have an alternative plan for you to review." Thomas opened his mouth, then shut it, 'silence is wisdom,' he reminded himself. He realized the right words after a minute, "OK, are you ready to brief me now? Or do you need more time?" "I think I have the important stuff down, if you can forgive me for having a few rough edges." "Oh, I can always forgive you, can you forgive me?" He asked. "Oh Thomas, of course I can forgive you," she said, rushing to him. He looked at her face and realized she looked haggard, he wondered if she had slept the night before, or if she had stayed up crying and working. "I didn't mean to hurt you, and I didn't mean to steal your project. I was only trying to help." He explained. "I know, and you can have the Eve stuff. I came up with another idea on similar lines," she said, while her hand fished his cock from his pants. "And just as soon as I get my daily sperm deposit in my pussy, I will tell you all about it." She was wearing the skirt version of the uniform, with no panties, so once his dick was out she was able to sit on his lap, facing him. As they kissed, Thomas waved Wendy over and somehow communicated without words that she should tease her sponsor's nipples and clitoris while they had sex. Terri's mouth was devouring his tongue as her pussy was devouring his cock, so he couldn't speak, and in fact was mostly incapable of it mentally too. Terri quickly spasmed around his cock, collapsing on him as she came. He didn't mind, as her muscles massaged him, pulling him deeper inside even though she had stopped bouncing on him. Once her body was done reacting, he picked her up and laid her on the table, and began to pound into her, kissing her breasts as Wendy kissed her mistress, one hand still trapped between them on her mistress's clit. She came twice more, the second time she just seemed to spasm continuously for over a minute, finally pulling his seed out of him. He kissed up her neck; then the three shared a kiss before he sat down. Wendy quickly sucked him clean, then licked the excess from between Terri's legs. Of course, watching this made Thomas hard again. "Terri, how about you start your briefing while Wendy sits on my lap?" Thomas asked. "I promise to do my best to listen." Wendy had already climbed into place, facing away from him so they could both watch Terri while Wendy slowly rode up and down on him. He put his hands on her breasts, both to fondle her and to control her pace. "Well, with the permissions we have already received from the AI's, we could also change a woman less than we planned, and just make them the most attractive 40 year old we can. This will allow us to use these women without announcing our presence. As I see it, they can serve to train potential sponsors and concubines so that the choices made during pickup will be more informed. I realize this won't affect our primary mission, but I suspect it will lead to sponsors picking more women who could be modified, and fewer women who are 'all looks and no sense.' In theory this leaves more good looking women in the population, reducing the desire for attractive women that we have determined drives the development of Earth First membership. In addition, with any luck, a large number of people will have a favorable impression of the Confederacy if these 'Educational Institutions,' are their first experiences of sex. After all, getting a beautiful, experienced woman your first time will mollify most men..." Terri smiled, clearly having finished a rehearsed speech. Thomas smiled at her. Wendy continued to slide up and down in his lap, but both of them were just enjoying the tension, not driving towards completion, so Thomas could think. "I like it, your first idea is better, but I think both should be tried, probably in different areas. What do you think of trying the first idea in Florida? Lots of older women, lots of sun and warmth for them to enjoy their new status, and not the strongest Earth First presence. As for the second idea, probably start that in the Midwest." "That sounds good lover, now bend Wendy over the couch and take care of her properly." "Only if you lie down on the couch so her mouth can be between your legs," Thomas grinned at her. The three shifted into position, and enjoyed another cum and a blissful, lazy period of time after, until Terri's stomach rumbled. "Oops, forgot to eat breakfast," she smiled. "Well, get off the couch and eat, woman," Thomas grinned, slapping her bare rump lightly to speed her up. Wendy got up too, getting the food ready for her sponsor. "So, I think I can set up the education centers on my own easily enough, but I will need your help and advice on the Eve's." Terri said, then put another forkful of egg in her mouth. "Well, we have two basic issues: education - making sure people know that the women are eve's so we don't run afoul of the AI's, and recruiting. Advertising, making sure that men know what they can get, will come later." Terri swallowed, "I have another concern with the Eve's. Even with sponsors you run into men who treat the women horribly, what will happen when someone with a 0.6 can get a concubine - even just for a day." Thomas frowned, "Good question, if there are no further questions, class is dismissed." Both women groaned at the joke. "Seriously though, it is something we need to address, or else the worst people could kill our supply, hopefully only figuratively, by scaring women away from the program." Wendy asked, "Would the women still have nanites in them?" "Yes, there would be nanites to regulate the biological functions, to maintain appearance, and to track the property to insure that your program's assets were not misused." The AI answered for them. "Wlhalt lould, Sclis Me," Terri hurriedly finished her mouthful, "Would the resources of having a tracking drone with a stinger on each woman, with AI's notifying a marine if protection was needed, be excessive for the program's benefits?" She thought ruefully that her statement had been a mouthful, but she didn't know how to say it, and so words just spilled out. The AI responded, "That would require minimal additional resources, well within project parameters." Thomas nodded, "OK, let's take another day to think of other problems, and then tomorrow we can go to Florida." Many thanks to DeGaffer and Mulligan for editing and helping to improve my writing.