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Subject: {ASSM} Restocking   MF, cons, sort of nonhuman
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 Otzchiim@aol.com.   Cons, MF, sort of nonhuman.  Thought I posted
this long ago,


                                                  RESTOCKING

     The Timswe people - for they were people in all but details of
body, and though they occupied four worlds, not just that of Timswe -
had known how to travel to other stars for many generations, yet had
never done to.

     The barrier of light-speed had discouraged them, and the fact
that no one could survive such a journey except in hibernation kept
them from spending the resources needed.  They had sent probes which
showed other inhabitable (and some inhabited) worlds and far more
which could be made so, as they had made three others circling their
own sun.  But for colonies so far away they had never seen a need.

     Until, that is, the discovery that their sun was going to explode
in about six generations.

     The population of their four worlds could not possible be sent
out, but that remaining after a systematic reduction through birth
control could be, six generations hence.  In the meantime, large ships
with small crews could be; each would have many livestock embryos and
stocks of seeds, as well as the machinery needed to adapt the worlds
to which they went.

     The small crews would use only small amounts of unrecovered
supplies, and the problems of inbreeding and genetic drift were
avoided by seeing that the crew who arrived were the same as those who
left - genetically. Parthenogenesis was simple and long-known, though
more traditional reproduction was pretty near universal before the
ships.

     Each adult woman of the crew past a certain age had a daughter,
identical in all but age, coming up.  And many had a mother living in
retirement, so that the original crew of thirty eventually became
something like fifty-five in number.

     The Polla, sixteenth of the colony ships, had been three
generations out from Tinswe when the mechanical malfunction was
discovered.

     "That does not sound like so much of a problem.  We have frozen
semen and frozen ova just as backups for the embryos we have in
storage.  We probably won't need that semen at all, and if we do lose
one species it will be more of a nuisance than a catastrophe," said
Master Engineer Matoti.

     "I would agree," replied the biologist Erria.  "But it was of the
one species we didn't bring embryos of.  Us.

     "They were unsure about doing that, since the experiments had
never been done on how well we came through freezing.  It may be that
a lot of the semen is still good, but we can't find that out until we
land."

     "Surely we can," said Settema, the machinist.  "It's supposed to
be pretty simple to do."

     Erria gave her a dark look.  "That's the only simple part of it.
The medical unit is not set up to handle birth, specifically to keep
us from having them.  I don't want to think about creating an embryo
in the lab, since we can't store it now --  and destroying it is a
mess ties in to things it took a century to settle.

     "We can't really know the semen is good unless we bring the child
to term and what if it is male?  Once he reached adolescence we would
start getting tempted, and contraceptives are not available until we
land.  It would be one problem after another."

     "Well, they are problems I wish I had the chance to live with,"
said Sofoni the cook.  "Being loved by a male and raising children
sounds so wonderful in what I have read."

     "Raising children is not all that great," said Willeti, who did
that.  "And I suspect the other is overrated."

     "That's academic for now," said Erria, "though some of us may
find out about the one, and our daughters about the other.  But there
is a possible solution to the problem."

     Thirty heads turned to her.

     "The ship tells me that there is an inhabited world that we will
pass near, near enough that we will add only a few years to our trip.
They are technological enough to have broadcast communication, and
while medical information is much harder to find than an external view
--  and even that is recent - they seem compatible to us.  We can try
to ask them to donate semen."

                   *       *       *       *       *       *       *

     Some years later, a small mountain spat forth a rock and let it
fall.  The outer covering burnt away, then that below, until the
reduced weight and increasing density of air combined to slow the
descent.  At close to sea level, the polyethelene capsule, originally
a foot long, split open and gave birth to a finger-length flying
machine.

     That machine found a man dozing on a park bench in the summer
heat, and bit him.  The man swatted blindly - and might have been
grateful for not seeing what he swatted at - and missed.

     The machine rose straight up as fast as it could, and when its
beating wings were almost useless began to beam a homing signal.  A
second probe quickly scooped it up and returned to the ship.

     "This species is much closer to us than we expected," Erria
announced when the analysis was finished.  "while it appears from the
video transmissions that just appearing and asking for donations would
cause problems - these people are wary of the idea of contact with an
alien species - we should have no trouble with gathering some
informally.

     "While monogamous mating is theoretically the norm, there is a
lot of outside activity depicted among the younger ones.  We can make
use of that."

     "That would mean we can carry the seed in us until we get back to
the ship," said Sattema.  "Won't we be in danger of, what's it called,
pregnancy?"

     "No," Erria said.  "Fertility will require some modification of
the germ plasm.  We will be quite safe in that matter.  In any case,
we will not be carrying the semen."

     Many eyebrows went up.

     Matoti now spoke.  "The ship will be within the practical limit
for teleportation devices.  Those sent will be implanted with
nanodevices which will operate when triggered by the arrival of
ejaculate - which we found the composition of on a medical broadcast.
If we miss a little, it will dry up harmlessly.  These males produce a
lot!"

     "But we are going to be able to attract them into a casual sex
act?" asked Sofoni.  "We don't exactly look like them."

     "Two answers," said Erria.  "There is a big difference between
how these people look on their news broadcasts and how they look on
the entertainment.  We are still not sure what to make of that, but we
are going to use the entertainment model, especially the ones
represented there as young and engaged in informal mating.

     "The second answer - I'm afraid that we will need extensive
cosmetic changes.  The skin tones do not match ours.  No violet-"

     There were groans.

     "Or lime."

     More groans.

     "Or robin's egg."

     Yet more.

     "And while they have people that they call yellow-skinned, it is
not a bright yellow at all.:

     "These people use a number of different languages," said Willeta,
"but they are segregated in such a way that you will only need to
learn one each.  We will only be using seven small ships, each to a
different city, and three of the cities use the same language.  It is
a good thing that we have had a few years to study these people, since
we have had to piece together information on reproductive matters, and
I'm not sure we have it all yet; there is a cultural taboo in some
places and of course some things are too obvious to them to be
mentioned."

     So twenty of the crew members were changed by nanites to almost
duplicate some actress seen on television - the variation was
intentional - with the genital area constructed to match medical
drawings.

     Wagira, Matoti, and Lugia were sent to Buenos Aires in the first
of the three passenger ships.

     Pargey, Farona, and Duki went to Peking.

    Sared, Willeta, and Febra went to Moscow.

     Imin, Valia, and Marran went to Paris.

     Secu, Appar, and Rossi went to San Francisco.

     Toewen, Jannua, and Settema went to Chicago.

     And Erria and Sofoni landed near Washington.

     The older Toewen and Febra (for the names were passed down along
with the genetic patterns) were called from retirement to help handle
emergencies and maintain contact with the ships expeditions.

     Pargey walked up to a man at noon in Peking and asked if he were
interested in sexual intercourse, and was immediately arrested for
prostitution.  On the other hand, she bought her freedom by offering
herself to three guards in succession, one of whom was startled to see
what a naked woman looked like, while for the other two it had been so
long that they did not trust their memories.  The one-child policy had
affected their lives considerably.  (Farona and Duki avoided arrest,
but had trouble finding men who trusted them enough to negotiate the
intended activity.)

     Sared and Febra and Willeta all eventually reported back that the
only men in Moscow with a private place to accomplish the mating were
tourists and foreign businessmen with hotel rooms, who insisted on
paying them.  The pounds and dollars later rested in a museum on
Polla.

     The three sent to San Francisco reported great difficulty in
finding anyone who was interested in them.

     Valia was quickly and repeatedly successful in Paris, but Imin
and Marran were puzzled by the men who did not seem to know the
correct opening to use.

     The three in Buenos Aires made contact of the right sort early
and often but never left the city park they had landed in.

     Those in Chicago only encountered one donor each, but repeated
donations from them, and had to invent elaborate stories to be allowed
to leave before dawn.

     Erria and Sofoni landed their vehicle on the lawn of Montgomery
Blair High School a little before nine in the evening on a Saturday
night in June, turned on the visual projector so that the ship
appeared to be a large rock, and walked obto the street together.

     Erria wore a lime-green sheath (the color of her natural skin) on
a body copied from that of Joan Severance.  Sofoni wore a lacy violet
dress (the color chosen for the same reason) on a body from Brigette
Bardot's about 1959.

     "How direct do you think we should be?" asked Erria.

      "I'm not sure there is an answer," replied Sofoni.  "The
broadcasts that take a while to even hint at mating activity indicate
that one falls into it after some time has passed.  But the ones that
show it clearly indicate that everyone is always read.  Since we want
to finish this tonight, I suggest the latter assumption."

     "Yes.  Those entertainment broadcasts indicate these bars as
frequent rendezvous places for mating.  Let's try this one."  And they
entered.

     They saw two men sitting together.  A quick glance showed that
there were also women present talking to men, so this might not
reflect the sort of problem relayed to them from San Francisco.  But
the crew members were unsure of the protocol with either or both of
them spproaching the men together.

     Fortunately, one of them got up then.

     Sofoni walked up to the remaining one and whispered into his ear.

     "You WHAT?" cane the reaction.

     There followed a brief conversation with repeated assurances from
Sofonithat no money was involved, and the man left for the restroom to
prepare to leave with Sofoni.

     "Well, Denny" he said to his friend there, "I don't know if I got
lucky or not, but I'm sure planning to find out.  This woman just came
up to me and said she wanted to brain my screws out!"

     "Sounds a bit confused but worth looking into.  Maybe getting
into as well," said Daniel.  "Has she got a friend, Marty?"

     "She didn't mention one."

     They walked back out together.  Marty had already paid for his
drink so he left the rest of it and walked out with Sofoni.

     When they got to the car, Sofoni walked around it with obvious
curiosity.  Martin was unsure if he should apologize for its age and
ordinariness, but decided not to say anything if she didn't.

     But when they got in the car, she did speak when he started it.
"Oh, that's how it works!  I had wondered."

     Martin glanced over at her but remained silent.

     When they entered the apartment he shared, he cautioned her that
the other tenant might be home in a few hours and therefore she should
not be surprised to see him.  Sofoni nodded.

     In the middle of the living room, Martin stopped her and said,
"You know, I don't even know your name."

     "It's Sofoni."

     "Well, Stephanie,"-he had not listened carefully, being too
nervous - "I hope you like a slow buildup, because I want to give you
one.  I;ve never been alone with a woman as beautiful as you before."

     "That sounds all right," she said, "as long as we don't take more
than a few hours to get to the real screwing.  I do want very much to
feel your sperm shooting into me."

     Martin practically fainted at that.  He steadied himself by
putting his hands on Sofoni's shoulders and leaning down for a kiss.

     "No, that would not be appropriate," she said, pushing him away.

     He was shocked that she might just be teasing and that he had
brought her here for nothing.  But when he took her hand and walked
into his bedroom, she did not hesitate at all.  She stood by the bed
and stretched her arms up to him, leaned her head back, and said, "Now
it would be proper."

     A second after his lips met hers, her mouth opened for his tongue
to enter.  When his hand felt for the spot where he expected the
zipper on her dress to be, he found the tang and pulled it down.  What
happened next he had not expected.

     It had been observed that some of the entertainments involved
display of female undergarments with the ensuing actions only implied,
while others had little or no display but simulated (occasionally
real) mating actions with the bodies nude.  The question of which was
considered usual was never settled, and it was suggested that the
difference might reflect a social change.  Some of those sent to
gather semen were equipped one way, some another.

     So when Martin's hand touched to back of Sofoni's dress the
fastening opened completely and the dress became a violet puddle on
the floor.  She had nothing under it.

     He did not know what to make of this but could not object.  He
held her body against his, then lifted her and placed her on his bed.
She lay back with a smile, arched her hips up and spread her legs open
while she waited for him to undress.

     He joined her there and went through the moves he had read of and
seen in films, but had never had much chance to practice.  He was very
pleased by the sounds that she made.

     "I like the feel of your hands on me, but I should tell you that
it is not needed.  I am ready for you, and have been since we entered
this room.  I am very wet," she said.

     He continued and in fact increased his motions until he felt she
was about to climax, then moved between her legs and positioned
himself to take her.

     The researchers on the Polla had studied the human body and
decided to duplicate every part that might possibly be seen from the
outside, even in the most unlikely situations, as it might be from
birth on.  Therefore when Martin touched Sofoni's labia and slid in,
he met and broke the hymen.

     The shock he felt at that would have made him withdraw if
Sofoni's hands had not held his rear and drawn him in at that
instant.  Then he felt her orgasm under him and build towards
another.  Martin tried his best to make this one bigger for her and to
meet her when she did.

     The nanites recognized that the ejaculations of semen was about
to take place and therefore sent a signal to the Polla.  As soon as
some was delivered, it was transferred instantly, under pressure.

     Which is to say, a tiny but prolonged vacuum was created to
gather all the seed that could be gathered, and Martin felt it being
sucked out of his body, for the most explosive orgasm of his life.

     Back in the bar, Erria had approached Daniel, with whom Martin
shared the apartment.  The sequence of events was the same except that
Daniel and Erria took a cab to the apartment, since Daniel had come to
the bar in Martin's car.  The most important and significant
simi9larity, though, was that Erria received enough foreplay to
experience multiple orgasms, unlike any of the Tinswe (except of
course Sofoni) sent out that night.

     At dawn, Sofoni went to find the bathroom.  Erria was awakened by
the sound of footsteps on the floor and did likewise.  They met
outside the bathroom, and by the time they went in opposite directions
again, a plan had been set in motion.

     When Daniel awoke, it was to the question: "What we did last
night, would you like to do that all the time?  As often as you want,
anyway?"

     He laughed.  "Yes, I would.  Are you thinking of moving in with
me?  This place is probably large enough for three people to live in,
but I am not sure how my friend Martin would feel."

     "My, my friend Sofoni is with him right now, asking him the same
question.  But I don't want to live here.  We want you, both of you if
we can, to come live with us."

     "Are you serious?  I hope you don't live too far away from here,
because commuting to work is a nuisance already."

     "We would have to go a long way.  But you won't go to work.  Your
work would be giving me and the other women orgasms," Erria said.

     "Now you are going too far.  Other women?"

     "I am not offending you, I hope.  Do you have a moral objection
of sex with other women?  We had thought you would be willing."

     "To be honest, I would be willing, but I cannot believe you are
saying this."

     "I am serious.  Perhaps I could show you something to convince
you.  Come with me."  And she got up and dressed herself, almost as
quickly as the clothes had come off.  Dennis took a little longer.

     They left the bedroom to find Martin and Sofoni waiting for
them.  The two men went to a fast-food place to buy breakfast for all
four.  The women conversed in an unfamiliar language before eating.

     Martin drove to the high school by Sofoni's directions, where
Erria pressed an apparent decoration on her dress and the large rock
became a larger mass of metal.

     "There are only three seats, but we easily have room to carry
four people,"Sofoni said.

     When he recovered from the shock of what he had seen, Martin
replied, "You could sit on my lap, assuming the g-force is not too
much."

     "Yes, that would work.  We won't use g-force."  She settled onto
his lap, but one Martin was reminded by the dampness that she was not
wearing underwear, she felt something that provoked comment.

     "Do you want to screw me again?  I feel that you are ready, but
it would be better to wait until we are back on the Polla.  We can set
up a weightless area there, and I am sure that would feel better."

     His mouth came open.  "Yes, I imagine it would be better," And he
relaxed.

     The small ship was the last of the seven to return to the Polla.
Erria had called ahead to say what she and Sofoni had done, so there
was a delegation of the curious when they emerged.  The men were
surrounded by women with purple, blue, green and bright yellow faces
and white undyed gowns.

     There were cries from a couple of places, which Secu, who had
been sent to San Francisco, translated"

     "They would like the men to take their clothes off.  They want to
see what

     The men glanced at each other and complied.  The relayed question
came tick and fast.  "Is That what goes in?"  "How big does it get?"
"How long does it stay in?" (Those were actually answered before the
questions were translated.)

     Dennis gathered his thoughts enough to ask a question of his
own.  "You mean these women have never seen a man before?"

     "A little over half of them have never interacted with one, if
that's what you mean.  Twenty of the fifty-five went down to gather
seed."

     "Never interacted...  You mean Martin and I have thirty-five
virgins left to go?"

     "Well, no.  Probably none much beyond puberty are virgins.  We
are active with each other, of course.  And we hope you are willing to
have intercourse with a woman more than once," said Sofoni.

     "Uh, yes, we are," said Martin.  "How have you been, uh,
breeding?"

     "Parthenogenesis.  And you will no ber able to make us pregnant.
Our genes are not compatible enough for that."

     "Are you similar enough, uh, inside for things to work with us
otherwise?  I see that you changed your skin color for us."

     "And eighteen of the twenty who went down have been changed
back.  The internal differences that you would encounter are minor and
would not be inherited by us if we eliminate them.  I hope that our
different varieties of skin colors will not be a problem.  We have
heard that sometimes..."

     "No problem," said Dennis.  "Colored people are fine with me,
though these colors are not ones I expected."


     The abandoned car at Montgomery Blair High School was traced to a
man whose apartment was also abandoned and whose co-tenant was also
missing.  The shelves of groceries only added to the puzzle, which was
never solved.


     Dennis and Martin settled to their new life easily, though from
time to time they had to take pills for vitamin deficiency.  The
medical knowledge of the Tinswe kept hem alive and active in all ways
until they were a hundred years old, more or less - though they had
long lost track of the years by then.

     It is questionable whether Martin realized that the last Sofoni
he took into his arms was the grand-daughter of the first.

     What they had not lost track of, because they had never been
told, was that some of their sperm had been saved unaltered, and some
Tinswe ova had been altered to human genetic characteristics.  There
had been prolonged debate over whether it violated the spirit of the
mission, but several more or less human males had been produced to
ease the load on the fading powers of Martin and Dennis, and in time
replace them.

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