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This little tale is a work of fictiion. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Midas Freshman Part 1

Setting The Stage

Blaring music warred with shouting denizens. Reddish light, once dimmed by tobacco smoke, competed with shadows. Young men and women jostled, sobriety loosing to inebriation. Home Coming celebrations continued on into the evening hours. The game, receding in the memories of the student body, had been successful, of course. Many of the small, heavy tables steadfastly moored the exuberant celebrants. As is the case with modern student bodies, they were an ethnic mix. As an effort in social engineering, the mixing of races was having the desired effect on diversity. On the other hand, the inclusion of alcohol, this night, was raising tensions, especially between the males.

Tommy Hinton was in earnest conversation with the man seated next to him, Medi Achmed. Tommy was the all American golden boy. Medi was from a Middle Eastern country. Tommy, becoming bellicose with drink, was expounding the virtues of America’s enlightened intervention in the affairs of the oil rich countries. Medi, despite his five year stay in the country, was less and less enthusiastic about his hosts. Alcohol was eroding his reserved manner.

Sparring had been the hallmark of their relationship all September. The discussion had become steadily more acrimonious. The group they associated with, in typical herd instinct, tried to keep them separated. This night they found themselves setting next to each other. Barbie, Tommy’s girl, tried to divert them. Tommy, tongue loosened by sprits, commented on Medi’s hypocrisy for consuming of alcohol. Medi, speech slightly slurred, retort ed that American’s were soft. Needing something more painful, he offered up that American women were easy, and little more than prostitutes and whores. This led to three punches being thrown. Tommy got in the first. Medi replied with a weak thrust of his own. Then Tommy put Medi on the ground. As the enraged Arab was getting up, the two men were pulled apart.

Vigilance on the part of management meant a quick call to the city police. There were going to be no drunken sprees this year. Unlike the University, where prejudice was deeply masked, prejudices still ruled for the city’s finest. The officer questioning Tommy, a bluff white man gave Tommy a stern lecture. The officer questioning Medi, a sneering white oak, grilled the Arab student in detail. On the off chance he might be on the FBI list, Medi was hauled downtown. He was printed, photographed, and spent a night in isolation. He had to listen to a bigot in the next cell describe, in detail, what he would do to Medi once the Arab became his girlfriend. Medi, never happy with America, began to lust for revenge. The Black prisoner jacking off in the next cell, as he eyed Medi, crystalized Medi’s thoughts. He wold prove that America’s daughters were whores and prostitutes, available to anyone with enough money. At nine the next morning, Medi was hauled in to the Watch Commander’s office. The heavy set officer, with obvious reluctance, informed Medi that he, apparently, checked out. But he was warned that the INS was aware of his disorderly conduct and might, at some future point, want to talk to him.

Moderate wealth was something Medi, son of an Arab oil distributor, took for granted. His trust fund would buy a small country. He had come to America with his father’s interests at heart. To honor him, he had spent three years after graduating from what the Americans called High School. When he finally got to America, he had selected Chemical Engineering, and was in his Freshman year. He was a smart enough student that he really didn’t have to study very hard. He intended to have a good time with the girls, something he was less successful at than he wanted. Eventually, he would go home to a life of luxury. He had come to the University, not out of any high regard for its reputation as an institution of higher learning. The SAT scores with English proficiency, were considerably lower than at most other places. Many of his race were attending this school for the same reason.

Anger and a simmering hatred of all things American translated his vague theory into a need for a concrete plan. It would take more than just money. He would need enhancements and protection.

Money bought information. Through his contacts at the College of Agriculture he learned of two experimental drugs. Both were intended, at some future point, to be used to enhance the quality and quantity of America’s meat producing animals. The first drug was Tempest, the wildest dreams of pimple-faced adolescent boys. To all purposes, it was the fabled ‘Spanish Fly’. In spite of all the mail order scams and little bottles in Porn shops, it had not existed. Until now. It was to be used on livestock to make the female of the species receptive to the male. It was still in trials, but it worked more than it didn’t. To date, it had never been tested on a human.

Enhancements were always better if they came in twos. And the second enhancement, also from the Ag College, was DESTINY. This one, ingested by the male of the species, was a sex Olympian’s dream. Performance was many times that of an ordinary 18 year old. A normal subject would ejaculate after a period of stimulation and, perhaps, be able to perform with lesser intensity in 45 minutes to an hour. DESTINY allowed the test subject to perform the sex act at least eight times with all the excitement, vigor and intensity of the initial act. A startling side effect was resynchronization of the female’s menstrual cycle. The female ovulated two weeks after the first injection of the male’s sperm, totally fertile, whether birth control was being used or not. DESTINY had yet to be used by humans.