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Daughters of Orion
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Adults Only

Synopsis: In the near future, humanity's only chance for survival
depends on a fifteen-year-old stowaway from an alternative universe.
After becoming an accidental passenger aboard an alien spaceship, Matt
finds himself flirting with a beautiful Princess, talking relativity
with a brilliant scientist, and falling in love with an ugly girl who
isn't.

Codes: F+/m, Science Fiction, Sexual Themes and Innuendo, Alleged
Humor

Please note that a small dog was stepped on while writing this story,
but he wasn't injured at all and I bought the furry trooper a rubber
bone to chew on, so...we're okay. -rr

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Daughters of Orion

by rache



"Mr. President, the alien ambassador is on its way."

"Charlie. Right, um..." President Shore looked up from his desk in the
Oval Office.

He glanced at the half-dozen Secret Service agents arrayed around him.
One of them whispered into a microphone at his cuff and they all held
weapons. Small black Uzi machine guns, the President thought, but he
was no expert on such things.

"...Let's get George in here, and the Admiral," Shore told his chief of
staff, wondering why he had to be President at that particular moment
in history. "Call Henry too."

"I've got them waiting outside," Charlie replied and he'd turned out
to be a good man in a storm. He raised his arm, gesturing through the
open door.

"Mr. President," George, the austere National Security Advisor,
offered his boss the usual thin, polite smile. He always carried a
thin briefcase too, but Shore had never seen the man open it.

"Good morning, Mr. President," Admiral Hatt nodded as he strode into
the office. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs wore no medals, but only
a few campaign ribbons, his prized submariner's dolphins, and the
badge of his office.

"Shit, Bob..." The Secretary of the Treasury ignored custom and grinned
at the most powerful man in the world.

"Henry," Shore grinned back at his old childhood friend, but there was
little humor in it. "I guess we're gonna get our answers, huh?"

Every resource available to the United States government had been
working around the clock to uncover any information about the aliens.
Hell, the President thought, the entire world had been trying to
figure out who and what the aliens were, and more importantly, what
they wanted with Earth. Never mind the hysteria and riots, the near
collapse of the global economy and its unimaginable rebound three days
later when a single word had been broadcast to the planet.

"Peace." The hopeful message received simultaneously in every country
in every language, had been the aliens' only communication...Until now.

"We're ready to hit them with everything we've got," the Admiral
reminded everyone in the room as they took their customary seats. "You
give the order, sir, and..."

"And what?" Shore frowned from behind his mahogany desk. "We nuke
Disney World off the map?"

"I wonder why they landed there." Henry rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Central Intelligence thinks the aliens were confused," George said.
"Some of their analysts suggest the aliens might have mistaken Disney
World for the capital."

"And Mickey Mouse is the President?" Henry gave the man a doubtful
look.

"They don't have a lot to go on at Langley," the National Security
Advisor replied weakly and his usually pale face had flushed at the
rebuke.

"None of us do, George," the President sighed, knowing he couldn't
blame anyone for the confusion of the past week. Nothing could have
prepared them for such an unexpected event.

"The ambassador has arrived at the West Entrance, sir," one of the
Secret Service agents reported.

"What's it look like?" Henry wondered, voicing the curiosity of
everyone in the room.

"Does it have a name?" Charlie asked no one in particular and there
had been much debate over the protocol.

President Shore had wanted to greet the ambassador on the lawn, with
all the pomp usually accorded a foreign dignitary. The Secret Service
hadn't cared for that idea, however, and neither had his advisors;
there would be time enough for ceremony later. For the moment, as soon
as the alien craft had landed near the rose garden, the code name for
the Oval Office had changed to The Alamo, which wasn't something the
President needed to know.

He did know that the Vice-President was safely aloft in a modified 747
and ready to take over the government if he had to. The military stood
at DefCon-2, one short step away from war. The National Guard had been
called up and martial law declared in a number of cities where rioting
had broken out. Television and radio were now operated under direct
control of the FCC in accordance with various laws, just as control of
all telecommunications capability had been assumed by the Air Force.
These and a million other details were only precautionary measures,
however, and impacted the average citizen very little.

Most people were content to watch CNN and pray that their government
knew what it was doing, a sentiment not lost on the former car dealer
from the great state of Arizona. Robert Shore had been doing a lot of
praying himself lately.

Several minutes later, after passing through the most rigorous and
well camouflaged security systems devised by man, the door to the Oval
Office opened. The President rose slowly from his chair while Judy
Hoskins, the unflappable Secretary of State, walked briskly into the
room. Everyone held their breath, staring as the alien paused in the
open doorway for one long heartbeat.

Humanity was not alone.

"Mr. President..." Judy began making formal introductions as the man
moved slowly around his desk. From the sofa and over-stuffed chairs,
his aides turned their heads and stared with open astonishment.

"President Shore?" The ambassador smiled brightly and the creature's
blue eyes sparkled with something like amusement. "Hi! I'm Molly. What
a marvelous place!"

"Molly?" Henry blinked and he really shouldn't have said anything just
then, but the President barely noticed.

"Madam Ambassador," Shore managed to say, licking his lips as he took
in the alien's lithe form beneath its stylish business suit. "Welcome
to the White House."

"Thank you!" it replied with a pleasant giggle, tossing a thick mane
of blonde hair from one slender shoulder to the other. "Just call me
Molly, please."

The alien seemed to strut across the room on long, tanned legs.
Stiletto heels sank into the plush carpet and the President noticed
his visitor's toenails were painted red like its fingernails. A hint
of white lace could be seen as the creature's thighs tugged at the
skirt, opening and closing twin slits in the dark material, front and
back. The alien's blazer was held closed by two small buttons and the
white blouse beneath strained to hold a pair of firm, generous breasts
as they moved hypnotically in concert with its deftly rounded hips.

"W-Would you care for some coffee or, um...tea?" Shore asked, dragging
his eyes upward to see an extraterrestrial face that would have been
quite comfortable on the cover of Vogue.

"Or me?" the creature asked with another delightful giggle, extending
an empty, delicate hand in friendship. "You're cute!"

The Secret Service agents jumped at the gesture and their normally
superb reflexes had been dulled, their well-honed instincts slowed by
the overwhelming presence of the alien. A sexual presence that none of
the men seemed immune to, nor even Ms. Hoskins, for that matter. The
distinguished diplomat had turned pink all over and Shore might have
noticed had he not been transfixed by his otherworldly guest.

His manhood strained for release, aching the way it hadn't since he'd
been a teenage boy back home in Winslow. Shore felt feverish as tiny
beads of sweat appeared on his smooth brow. A wonderful knot had
formed deep in the man's belly and his knees had grown weak and
rubbery. Visions of what he might do with the gorgeous being standing
before him filled the President's mind. The smell of female desire
fell upon his senses and Shore imagined he could taste the alien's
arousal on his tongue, sweet and sultry like the juicy pulp of rare,
tropical fruit.

"Oh!" the man gasped as his fingers touched the alien's skin and a
flood of hot semen erupted inside his Presidential boxers.

Bra-a-a-a-a-a-p!

A half-dozen nine millimeter slugs tore into the alien before anyone
realized what had happened. The nervous agent who'd pulled the trigger
dropped his smoking weapon, horrified by what he'd done. Molly's smile
faltered and died with her that fateful day, six silent minutes before
the aliens declared war on Earth and ended finally and forever what
might have been a promising union between two great peoples.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"They wouldn't even talk to her," a tall young woman said quietly. Her
recently tanned skin gleamed with cocoa-butter and she fingered the
small ruby and onyx crown which pierced her belly-button, feeling the
weight of it deep within her empty womb.

"Maybe they were all gay," Captain Heather shrugged, shaking her head
sadly at the new asteroid belt slowly trying to form around a rather
unexceptional star on the edge of the galaxy. It would take many
millions of years, she thought.

"Why would they build temples to their children if they didn't like
sex?" Major Allison wondered as she adjusted her thong and that was a
good question none of the women could answer.

"Perhaps we should have sent someone more attractive," Colonel Jenny
offered and her sublime beauty couldn't mask the woman's
disappointment. "I know Molly had brains, but sometimes beauty..."

"...is what the situation calls for," Princess Wendy nodded, accepting
the blame for her decision to send a rather plain looking diplomat on
such an important mission.

She would have to change out of her royal blue bikini and wear the
black corset and stockings of mourning. Already she'd ordered the
imperial flags be flown at half mast for a week. And not just for
Molly; it had been such a pretty planet and so many children! The men
must have been extremely virile, the scientists had thought, and Wendy
couldn't understand why they'd reject peace so carelessly. Hadn't they
known how precious life really was in the cold vastness of space?

"Maybe their excess spoiled them," she said. "They had too much life
and knew nothing else."

"And we have too little, I fear." Heather drew a deep breath,
threatening to free her upturned breasts completely.

"We have to continue the mission." Admiral Lisa combed back her thick,
raven hair with one delicate hand. "A million women are counting on
us. What's the next planet?"

"Not all the probes have returned, but this one looks promising..."
Lieutenant Carol pushed a button and the holographic display changed.

The Princess and her staff had gathered on the flag bridge, huddled
around a large chart table as it had been known in antiquity. All the
star charts were computerized, of course, and the old sextants and
slide rules were decorative rather than practical. The admiral enjoyed
such things and traditions were important to a race which had known
nothing but the metal of its ships and an endless voyage across a sea
of stars.

"Neanderthals?" Wendy flicked at her crown with one long, anxious
fingernail.

"Homo sapiens," Carol said quickly, plucking at a tuft of golden hair
above her low-cut bikini. It was a nervous habit she actually enjoyed
and so the young officer didn't like to trim her pubic hair, despite
regulations.

"Bronze age," Lisa noted with a lick of her pouting red lips. "At
least they'll be fit."

"Hmmm..." The women shared a smile at the hard working aesthetics to be
found in many primitive cultures. A warm bath, a little soap and some
scented oils, and...

"We need to breed," Heather said and they all nodded their heads at
that. It had been the unofficial slogan for a long time.

"I'll set a course for the fleet," Lisa told her ruler and the
Princess lifted a hand in silent assent. The decision had been an easy
one to make after recent events.

"It's not your fault," Heather whispered in Wendy's ear.

"I've failed our people," the woman replied softly, searching the
beautiful eyes of her closest friend and aide. "Dine with me tonight?"

"Of course," the petite redhead bowed gracefully.

"And bring that new dildo of yours," Wendy allowed herself a smile.
"The purple one."

"Oh!" Heather giggled lightly, understanding that her Mistress, guilty
or not, required some small punishment to ease her pain.

"Excuse me, Admiral..."

The Princess waited patiently as one of the flagship's many junior
officers spoke in hushed, urgent tones. The other women exchanged
glances, wondering what this might be about, and Captain Heather took
the momentary pause as an opportunity to request a pitcher of iced tea
from the wardroom.

"What?" Lisa's smoky eyes widened with surprise as the shapely
commander looked past the nervous blonde ensign. "Bring them here.
Immediately!"

"What's happened?" Wendy asked and all eyes were on Lisa as she
visibly composed herself.

"Princess, it seems we have a...stowaway," the admiral reported slowly.

"A stowaway?" Carol smiled, looking between Lisa and Wendy. "A
stowaway...What?"

"Man!" Heather gasped, staring at a rather confused, but smiling human
male.

Two leather clad security officers escorted him, guiding the man
forward gently as they held his biceps. Behind them a pink-faced and
freckled crewman looked somewhat less happy as the ensign pushed her
onto the flag bridge. The girl, for she couldn't have been very old at
all, Wendy thought, wore the pink halter top and matching shorts of a
maintenance technician. Around her slim waist, a wide tool belt rode
low and heavy with the various implements of her trade.

"Princess Wendy!" The child blinked and immediately lowered her head,
but all eyes were on the boy who seemed barely out of childhood
himself now that he stood closer.

"Uh...Hey. What's up?" He smiled nervously and licked his lips, letting
his eyes drift from Heather to Lisa to Carol to Jenny to Allison and
finally to Wendy. "Wow!"

"Wow?" Captain Heather looked at Colonel Jenny and the woman shrugged.
They'd met males before, but never an earthling and every culture had
its own unique vernacular.

"You guys are really, uh...Hot!" he exclaimed. "Jeeze!"

"What's your name, Crewman?" Admiral Lisa demanded without taking her
eyes off the young man.

"Me?" he asked.

"Janey..." the strawberry blonde replied softly. She had elfin features
and sea green eyes, boyish hips and small, plump breasts that were
plainly still trying to grow. Smallish nipples offered a tantalizing
treat for the imagination and one couldn't help but notice the way her
shorts were pulled tightly between Janey's immature labia.

"Oh." The boy smiled sheepishly from beneath his unkempt black hair.
He had nice eyes, Wendy thought, soft and brown and curious, and she
liked the way they lingered on her gleaming, well-tanned breasts.

"...Hull technician third class, Ma'am," Janey continued with a hard
swallow. "I didn't mean to do it!"

"What did you do?" Princess Wendy wondered.

"Is that like a window?" the boy asked, staring at the view screen
dominating the forward bulkhead. "Holy crap! Are we in space?"

No one bothered to answer him as the crewman kept talking. "I was
outside, working on the port wave guide, and I saw Matt watching me
and, um..."

"Matt?" Lisa tugged at her necklace. The sapphire pendant shone
brilliantly with the star of her rank and it had an annoying tendancy
to wedge itself between the admiral's proud breasts.

"Me?" The earthling smiled at the woman, but his eyes were drawn
downward as the precious stone caught his attention. At least, that
would be Matt's excuse if he happened to need one.

"...He smiled at me," Janey said with an apologetic smile. "I just
wanted to talk to him."

"Contact with another species is prohibited until after we've
negotiated with them," Lieutenant Carol said. "You know that."

"Yes Ma'am," she bowed her head. "But he looked so cute and he told
me..."

"What did he tell you?" Lisa asked, glancing at Matt and resisting the
urge to pinch her suddenly tender nipples. It had been too long since
she'd felt a man's eyes on her body and she'd nearly forgotten the
subtle pleasure of being desirable.

"He said I'm beautiful," Janey sighed, turning her warm doe eyes on
Matt as the boy offered the girl a sincere smile.

"Beautiful?" Jenny smiled and didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings,
but only a blind man would have called the crewman that!

"Yeah! You're totally beautiful, Janey," Matt agreed, surprising
everyone, and then pointed at the viewer. "Can you get Earth on that
thing? I'd really like to check it out."

"You could have jeopardized the entire mission," Major Allison said
with a shake of her head and looked at Jenny. "Do you think he had
anything to do with Molly?"

"Hmmm..." the Colonel bit her bottom lip pensively. "It's possible they
might have thought we were stealing the male, but..."

"Oh crap!" Matt jumped away as something resembling a jagged lightning
bolt ripped across the view screen.

The odd lack of thunder confused him even more and he would have lost
his balance completely, but Matt's hands managed to find Carol's
luscious breasts and squeeze. The boy held on for dear life as the
entire ship shuddered and the lieutenant instinctively wrapped her
arms around him. For one brief moment they looked into each other's
eyes as the throbbing bulge in Matt's trousers rubbed the scantily
clad sex nestled between Carol's creamy thighs.

"Security," Lisa said and the two female guards pulled Matt backwards
as Carol reluctantly let him go.

"Was that lightning?" He looked around, panting the words as he rubbed
his crotch. "In space?"

"Wormholes," Allison explained as she pulled her long hair into a
tawny ponytail. "The gravity storm is beginning."

"Alert the fleet," Lisa told Carol. "We could be in for rough ride."

"Aye, Admiral," Carol cleared her throat and straightened her uniform,
tugging her bikini back into place as she began issuing the proper
orders.

"There's storms in space?" Matt asked no one in particular as he
watched Allison's pert breasts jiggle. She seemed to be having
difficulty with her hair clip, he thought, but that didn't didn't
explain the sexy smile she was giving him.

"You're quite safe," Heather assured the boy, stealing his attention
with a promising smile of her own. "The shields will protect us from
everything but the turbulence."

"So you guys are used to this stuff," Matt nodded. "That's cool."

"We've seen it before," Heather shrugged, toying with the belly
bracelet she wore as a sign of her rank. She collected small fertility
charms and trinkets from some of the more primitive cultures and they
jingled pleasantly with every move the captain made.

The Princess caught Heather's eye and Matt drew a deep breath as the
woman turned away. Her ass looked amazing, he thought, just like the
rest of her. The thong Heather wore, a red one, disappeared between
her round cheeks and she must have had hips made out of Jell-O! They
were all over the place, but in a seriously nice way. Matt wondered if
he could ask to use the bathroom just so he could jerk off before he
spilled in his pants.

"The solar system is realigning itself," Jenny explained, largely
because they had nothing else to talk about.

Admiral Lisa and Lieutenant Carol were busy preparing the fleet for
the storm; Princess Wendy and her two aides, Captain Heather and Major
Allison, were conferring about the stowaway earthling and what to do
with him. That left Colonel Jenny to keep young Matt entertained and
the truth was, she liked a good fight and a good fuck, but in between
she'd never been very comfortable making small talk with a male.

"Uh, right," Matt nodded slowly. "Why?"

"Because your planet is no longer affecting the orbits of the others,"
the Colonel shrugged. "You know about the other planets, right?"

"Of course!" Matt said as indignantly as he could in face of what was
almost certainly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen anywhere.
They were all gorgeous, but Jenny's beauty was just insane and he
wondered why she wasn't in charge.

"Just checking," the colonel sighed; one could never assume anything
about another culture.

"But...Wait!" he blinked at her. "What do you mean my planet's not doing...
whatever...What does that mean?"

Jenny had turned away for the moment, however, and the earthling's
answer would have to wait.

"Admiral's Mast," Lisa decided, turning her dark eyes on Janey and
stealing Matt's attention for the moment.

"Yes Ma'am," Janey nodded quickly. She'd been waiting patiently for
her Admiral the way a humble crewman should.

"Report to my quarters at 2100 tonight for your punishment," Lisa
continued. "Dismissed."

"Thank you, Ma'am!" Janey said, bowing to Princess Wendy and giving
Matt a wistful smile before fleeing the flag bridge.

"Bye," Matt sighed, giving her a small wave as he felt a warm,
comforting fist grip his heart.

He wasn't exactly sure what that meant though, but he liked the
feeling and he liked looking at Janey as she scampered away. The boy
hoped she wasn't going to be in trouble for sneaking him aboard the
spaceship. The girl couldn't have known it would be taking off so
suddenly like it had and she'd only been trying to be friendly.

"Nothing too harsh, Lisa," Wendy suggested with a smile, watching the
crewman's cute butt wiggle in her pink shorts.

"I have to run tight ship," the admiral shrugged. "Perhaps I'll give
her a good tongue lashing."

Everyone smiled at that and Lieutenant Carol blushed sweetly, knowing
from recent experience just how effective being chewed out by the
curvaceous commanding officer could be. Of course, not everyone got
the joke and the young earthman's smile was one born of confusion.

"Where's my planet?" Matt asked, looking from one lovely face to the
next in search of an answer. "What were you guys talking about
before?"

"We were attacked by your world," Heather said slowly, glancing at
Wendy for approval. "Our ambassador was murdered by your President
and..."

"Huh?" Matt almost laughed, but his gut felt hollow as the woman
continued.

"...we retaliated in the interest of self-preservation."

"You mean, you guys..."

"Destroyed your planet," Wendy said, her beauty tarnished with
unmistakable grief. "You're the only earthling left in the universe.
I'm very sorry, Matt."

Another wormhole streaked across the view screen and the ship groaned
a split-second later. The inertial dampeners struggled to right the
vessel against enormous space-time disruptions. Everyone rocked on
their heels and grabbed at each other or held onto the chart table in
an effort to keep their balance until the gravitational tidal wave had
passed.

"Aw that sucks!" Matt stared at her. "What did you do that for?"

"I just told you," the Princess sighed. "Our ambassador was killed..."

"The President doesn't kill people!" Matt yelled. "He makes speeches!
He goes to France! He...He...He goes fishing! He doesn't kill anybody!"

"We have a record of Molly's sensory data," Major Allison said
quietly. "You can see it if you want, but..."

"...it isn't pretty," Colonel Jenny finished with a sweep of her auburn
hair and the woman's hazel eyes briefly blazed with instinctual fury.

The emotion passed quickly however and she couldn't blame the boy for
what a foolish man had done. Matt was as much a victim as anyone, even
more so perhaps. Jenny looked away from him and caught the lively eyes
of a brunette cabin girl balancing a pitcher of tea and several
glasses on a tray. She couldn't have been more than a dozen years old
and undeniably cute with rouged nipples and a short, ruffled skirt
that barely covered her pert little butt.

"I don't believe this!" Matt held his head with both hands and the
women looked at each other nervously.

"Just put it on the table," Jenny said and the girl nodded, blinking
at the first boy she'd ever seen in her life and wondering what the
creature might be.

"Are you alright?" Allison asked, reaching for Matt with a cautious
hand.

She honestly didn't know if the earthling might be dangerous or not,
but typical of her race, Allison felt an intense maternal instinct
that could often overwhelm common sense. They all felt it, every woman
there, and they knew they were most responsible for the teenage boy's
suffering. It had been their decision to send Molly, after all.

"Call a doctor," Admiral Lisa ordered.

"Petra," Wendy agreed. "My personal physician. Tell her it's an
emergency."

"Yes Ma'am!" Lieutenant Carol said at once.

"What is that?" the cabin girl, Stacy, whispered and Jenny smiled at
her.

"When did you ripen?"

"Three days ago, Mother...I mean, Ma'am," she corrected herself with a
sweet blush. "Sorry."

Stacy had only recently left the cr�che for the fleet, and such an
ironic fate, Jenny sighed. It was considered great good fortune to
reach puberty during planetfall, but not this time.

"It's alright," the colonel wrinkled her nose playfully. "That's what
a man looks like. Off with you now. Take your gossip back to the
wardroom and make sure you get a fair price for it."

"Yes, Ma'am!" the cabin girl nodded quickly, giving Matt one last look
over her shoulder. Stacy was ripe for breeding and knew it, feeling
the emptiness in her barely pubescent womb like a deep thirst. It
would be a lifelong sensation unique to her race and something she'd
eventually learn to appreciate as well as endure. The quenching of
that thirst, if only briefly, defined her place in the universe.

On the opposite side of the chart table, Princess Wendy conferred
quietly with her captain, frowning with worry over the earthling who'd
at least seemed to calm slightly after his outburst.

"He probably had parents," Heather whispered and Wendy nodded. "Maybe
brothers...sisters..."

"I know," Wendy replied softly, watching as Major Allison helped the
boy into one of the plush chairs mounted to the deck.

There were only two, one chair for the admiral and one for the
Princess, and rarely put to use. Naval tradition didn't allow for much
sitting down on the job. Matt needed to rest though, that was obvious.
He looked pale and sweaty, and his eyes had grown dull with shock.
Carol punched buttons on one of the computers, locating Dr. Petra,
while Jenny poured a glass of iced tea for the boy.

"How old are you?" Jenny asked softly, holding the glass to his lips.

"Fifteen," Matt replied mechanically after taking a small sip.

"I'm sorry about your family," she said. "We didn't want it to be like
this, but..."

"I don't have any family," Matt sighed. "I'm an orphan."

"I understand." Jenny kissed his forehead. "That's good. You're
dealing with it."

"No, I mean...I was an orphan before," he told her. "I never had
anybody."

"You didn't?" She frowned and looked towards Wendy.

"What's an orphan?" the Princess asked.

"You don't know what an orphan is?" Matt stared at her.

"I understand the word, but..." Wendy didn't know how to explain that
the concept made no sense to her. "Are there a lot of orphans?"

"Not anymore!" The boy smiled crazily and then stopped abruptly,
slumping even further in the chair.

"This is bad," Allison sighed. "What should we do?"

"Let me show you something," Heather said, manipulating the holograph
controls until one large ship came into focus above the table.

It looked much like a gothic cathedral, one might suppose, but turned
on its side. The spires, a great many of them, thrust forward of the
craft's generous bulk so that it seemed to have not a single bow, but
a dozen or more. It shone with a radiant, golden hue, tinged with red
perhaps, as if the metallic skin were a window through which an
endless dawn waited patiently to break free.

"What's that?" Matt asked without much interest.

"The cr�che," Heather told him proudly. "There are a quarter of a
million children on that one ship."

"It's the most precious thing in the universe," Princess Wendy added,
smiling at the image and reminding herself to schedule another visit
to the vessel soon.

"We have no orphans here," Jenny said. "Our daughters have a million
mothers."

"And no fathers," Carol added, but not unhappily. There had never been
any fathers, not since Before, which is a word loosely comparable to
the biblical phrase 'In the beginning...'

"What's that mean?" Matt looked around at the women. "Daughters?
Mothers? Where's all the boys? I haven't seen any boys."

"We can't have male children," Major Allison explained. "We are all
the daughters of daughters."

"It's why we came to Earth," Wendy said. "We require a species like
yours to impregnate us."

"You guys wanna get pregnant?" Matt smiled as his mind was mercifully
distracted, at least for the moment.

"All of us," Heather said with a smile. "We were going to negotiate a
trade, technology for the opportunity to breed with your males."

"Really?" Matt grinned at her. "You guys wanna trade stuff for sex?"

"Medical technology mostly," the doctor answered the question as she
squeezed between Jenny and her patient. "I'm Dr. Petra."

"You're a doctor?" Matt licked his lips as the platinum blonde knelt
gracefully on the deck in front of him. All she'd need were some
wings, the boy thought, and she'd be a perfect angel.

She wore a white one-piece bathing suit, a very sheer one that looked
painted on, and Petra had dark brown nipples and no pubic hair at all.
Matt could tell because the shape and details of the woman's vulva
were plain through the skintight material, and with her legs spread
like they were, very little remained to burden his adolescent
imagination.

"Uh..." Matt groaned and squirmed in his chair as he tried to adjust his
suddenly uncomfortable erection.

"What's wrong with him?" Admiral Lisa asked and all of the women had
stepped closer, their beautiful faces filled with concern.

"I'm not sure," Petra replied slowly, reaching for Matt's trousers.
"Let me take a look. Just relax."

"Nonononono...Nooooo..." Matt laughed and shook his head, covering his
crotch with both hands. "I'm, uh...Fine."

"Are you positive?" Petra asked softly, blinking her cobalt eyes at
the boy as a seductive smile played at her lips.

"Yeah," he breathed and the last thing fifteen-year-old Matt wanted
was some hot chick looking at his dick in front of a dozen other hot
chicks. If she so much as touched him, he thought, it would be real
embarrassing...and messy too!

"When's the last time you mated with a female?" Dr. Petra wondered,
holding Matt's wrist as she checked his pulse and found it racing.

"Um...I never, uh...You know..." he cleared his throat.

"You're gay?" She narrowed her eyes at the boy.

"What? No! Uh-uh!" Matt shook his head quickly. "I'm just..."

"A virgin?" Dr. Petra let go of his arm with a giggle. "I don't have a
pill for that, but I can give you a...hey!"

"Watch the tea!" Heather shouted as the view-screen seemed to shatter
with a blinding flash, but it hadn't been damaged at all.

The tea survived as well. Thankfully, the cabin girl had possessed the
good sense to lock the tray down and only a small portion of the
liquid sloshed over the rim. Everyone else aboard the ship held on
tightly, bracing themselves against the momentary tempest of the storm
outside. The lights flickered, but remained on and other than pained
annoyance, none of the crew seemed overly worried to Matt, but he was
hardly in a state of mind to notice such things.

"Well?" Allison held up her hands a moment later. "What's he got,
Doc?"

"A penis-ache," Petra sighed, pushing herself up from the deck where
she'd landed sprawled out on her butt.

Matt blinked at her, feeling his face burn. He couldn't believe she'd
just said that! A penis-ache? If anyone at school ever heard about
this, he'd never live it down.

"Hmmm..." All the women looked at each other and nodded, which didn't
help the boy very much at all either.

"What's his sperm count?" Lieutenant Carol wondered, not that she knew
anything about medicine, but it sounded important.

"High," Petra reported, holding something that looked like a hollow
spoon in her hand except it hummed. "If we don't drain his testes
soon..."

"W-What?" Matt swallowed hard.

"I'll do it," Captain Heather volunteered immediately, hooking her
thumbs in the waistband of her red thong.

"That's nice," Petra smiled sarcastically. "But I'm the doctor, so..."

"That's not fair!" Major Allison frowned.

"I'm the head of security and under the circumstances..." Jenny said
slowly, sliding a long, delicate finger along the obvious cleft of her
sex. She liked to wear her thong nice and tight in case of emergency.

"And I'm the Admiral," Lisa decided with a wet smack of her pouting
lips. "I'll take responsibility for the draining of any testicles on
my ship."

"Admiral," Wendy giggled softly. "If anyone's going to pull rank
around here..."

"Forgive me, Princess," Lisa sighed, bowing her head as she and the
other women tried to control their natural enthusiasm.

"This is why we don't bring males with us," Wendy chided her surprised
subjects. "There's only one of him and a million of us."

"You're right, Mistress," Heather admitted and all of them shared
guilty looks and silent nods.

"Men make us foolish," Allison decided to the general agreement of
everyone. Horny too, she didn't have to add, for the two words mean
much the same thing.

"Huh?" Matt frowned. For a second there he'd been worried about
getting his balls drained, but then it hadn't sounded so bad maybe,
but now..."You mean, we're not gonna have sex?"

"I'm sorry," Wendy told him seriously. "It just wouldn't be fair. You
couldn't possibly have sex with everyone and none of us have a greater
right to your sperm than anyone else."

"I could try!" Matt interrupted her. "I get like ten boners a day
sometimes!"

"All women are equal before their feminine nature," Lisa quoted from
the Book of Law.

"Boners?" The doctor narrowed her eyes and Petra would be the first to
admit that she had only rudimentary knowledge of male physiology. "Is
that contagious?"

"Uh...I don't think so," Matt smiled sheepishly; he hadn't meant to say
that and in reality he probably got ten boners an hour, but he didn't
want to sound like he was bragging.

The ship rocked again as another wormhole flickered into brilliant
existence and then vanished, leaving behind a brief tear in the time-
space continuum. A second rent in space appeared a second later and
the shock waves were stronger as they reinforced each other, pitching
the vessel violently and drawing looks of consternation from some of
the younger crewmembers.

"Are we ready to leave the system, Admiral?" Wendy asked and the
brunette looked to Carol.

"We're transmitting the navigational data to the fleet right now,
Princess," the lieutenant reported. "About seven more minutes; we
don't want to lose anyone."

"Leave?" Matt jerked upright in the chair. "We can't leave! What about
the earth?"

"Matt..." Jenny sighed.

"You can't just blow it up and leave!" he cried as the reality of the
moment reasserted itself mercilessly.

"There's nothing else we can do," Allison said softly, wishing she had
more to offer than mere banalities.

"You're just gonna go home like nothing happened?" Matt stared at her.

"We have to find a planet where we can breed," Carol explained. "We're
the Daughters of Orion."

"This is our home, Matt," Jenny whispered. "These ships are where we
live. We're nomads who wander the stars."

"You can't leave though!" he almost yelled. "You gotta do something.
You gotta, um..."

"Do what?" Wendy asked him patiently, offering the boy a sad smile.

"I dunno," he admitted. "But something. Do the time warp thing!"

"What time warp thing?" Admiral Lisa narrowed her dark eyes.

"Go really fast around the sun and, um...Go back in time and then you
can tell yourselves not to blow up the earth!"

"What?" Allison giggled. "You just made that up!"

"No, I didn't!" Matt smiled at her, his excitement animating every
gesture as he spoke quickly. "I saw it on Star Trek, the old one...See?
You just gotta go fast enough and then time goes backwards, and..."

"Time travel?" Wendy looked at Lisa and they both looked at Heather,
and she looked at Allison and she looked at Carol, and they all looked
at Dr. Petra.

"Don't look at me!" she said with a smile. "I'm a doctor not a fortune
teller."

"Get Rachel up here," Princess Wendy commanded.

"Who's Rachel?" Matt wondered.

"The smartest woman in the universe," Captain Heather said with a
sincere nod.

"Oh. Well, let's ask her then," Matt nodded. "Good idea."

The flagship heeled hard to port with another wormhole opening close
aboard. The ship shook and shivered, the metal hull groaning with the
effort of holding itself together.

"That was close," Carol frowned. "Four minutes until we can leave."

"We're going to start springing leaks if this keeps up," Major Allison
predicted and the Admiral had already started calling for damage
reports.

"So she's a princess and that chick's an admiral," Matt said, having
found himself flung from the chair and onto the deck with a smiling
Jenny lying on top of him.

"Uh-huh," the woman breathed, rocking her hips to give Matt's obvious
bulge a delicious grind before pushing herself reluctantly off the
boy.

"Ummm..." Matt grinned and took a deep breath of something sweet and
tangy wafting in the air. "And Petra's a doctor, so...What are you?"

"Me?" Jenny smiled, rolling onto her butt and sitting beside him. "I'm
a colonel. I command the Imperial Marines, the security forces...That
sort of thing."

"Yeah?" he chuckled. "You look like a..."

"What?" Jenny cleared her throat and looked down to see her thong
splitting her moist labia and she decided not to fix it.

"Like a cheerleader at my school," Matt shrugged. "Except way hotter,
I mean."

"A cheerleader," Jenny smiled at that idea.

"How old are you?" he asked. "Like seventeen or something?"

"Seventeen?" Jenny didn't know if she should be amused or annoyed.

"She's old enough to be your mother," Carol said with a laugh.

"Grandmother more like," Lisa grinned and Jenny made a face.

"I'm fifty-nine," Jenny said. "In Earth years."

"No way!" Matt blinked at her. "You guys don't get old?"

"Closer to a thousand fifty-nine," a slight, golden brown girl with
almond eyes and an infectious smile interrupted. "Relativity. Ever
heard of it?"

"Whoa!" The boy swallowed hard. "Are you like Mexican or something?"

"No. I'm Rachel," she said, looking Matt up and down with her arms
crossed over her mostly bare breasts.

They weren't overly large compared to most of the other women he'd
seen, but Rachel's tits were perfect nonetheless, like teardrops made
of honey. And the only thing she wore over them were a pair of white
pasties with long, thin tassels. Her matching thong had tassels as
well, but only in the back and as Rachel bowed before the Princess,
Matt got a wonderful view of the girl's amazingly pert, caramel
colored ass. He swallowed hard as the woman's rosy pink butthole
winked at him from beneath the very thin string trying to hide it.

"You must be an illegal alien," Matt offered with a hopeful smile, but
he stopped when Rachel frowned at him.

"You're the alien here," she said. "You might want to remember that."

"Sorry," the boy muttered, looking down at his hands and wondering why
smart chicks always had to be so right all the time. The first time
he'd ever tried to hit on a beautiful woman, and she'd shot him down
in flames. That sucked. He wondered if she knew he was the last man on
Earth...sorta.

"Professor," Wendy smiled patiently. "We need your help."

"Time travel," Rachel sighed after listening for a moment. "Well,
flying into the sun won't get us back to Earth."

"I didn't say go into the sun!" Matt protested, but Rachel waved him
away.

"We've got a green board one!" Major Allison announced. "Engineering
is staging main propulsion...Seventy percent...Seventy-five..."

"We're ready to leave the system, Admiral," Lieutenant Carol reported.
"All ships confirm the nav-data and report ready for deep space
operations on your order."

"Hold on a minute," Wendy held up her hand. "Go on, Professor. Can we
do it or not?"

"No," Rachel shook her head, muttering softly and pushing buttons on a
small, hand-held device. "Not a ship this size. The energy required...I
never bothered to do the calculations before...The square root of pi is
forty-seven inside a wormhole? That makes sense..."

"Professor?" Wendy asked gently.

"Huh?" Rachel looked up with a frown and then caught herself. "Oh!
Well, if we can use one of the wormholes that the gravity storm is
creating, um..."

"Main engines at one hundred percent and holding, Admiral," Allison
said over her shoulder. "Green Board Two...Sector clear."

"Very good," Admiral Lisa nodded, looking at Wendy. "How long do you
want to wait, Princess?"

"...I don't see any real problems," Rachel continued. "Of course, the
farther back you want to go, the less accurate my calculations will
be, but..."

"Tell the fleet to stand-by, Admiral." Wendy held up her hand as she
kept her attention on Rachel. "Well?"

"Sure." The professor had rechecked her calculations. "We can send one
person."

"One person?" Heather narrowed her eyes.

"And what will she have to do?" Carol wondered. "This person who goes
back?"

"That's a good question," Lisa stroked her tummy thoughtfully. "Tell
Princess Wendy not to send Molly?"

"That might work," Wendy nodded. "I could write myself a note."

"That's too far," Rachel said. "I can barely work the numbers to get
an accurate fix ten minutes before we blew up the planet."

"Ten minutes?" Major Allison frowned. "That's not enough time!"

"As soon as they kill Molly..." Colonel Jenny started saying.

"It's all automatic," Admiral Lisa finished. "The computers will fight
the war and Earth will lose."

"We'll just have to tell the Princess to disengage the computers,"
Lieutenant Carol suggested. "We can bring the defense mainframes
offline and..."

"And leave us completely vulnerable?" Jenny snorted. "I'd rather blow
up the Earth, thank you very much."

"We can't leave our children defenseless," Allison said with a sharp
look at Wendy and the Princess nodded.

"Technically, they won't be our children at all," Rachel offered to
the blank stares of every other woman in the room, and after a moment
she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," Princess Wendy finally said. "We won't risk our future,
not even in another dimension."

"Another universe, actually." But the Professor had largely given up
on trying to explain anything to anyone. People didn't want
explanations, she'd long ago decided, only answers.

"Well, you guys have fun," Dr. Petra said with a smile and this talk
wasn't the sort of thing she needed to hear. "I'll be down in the
shuffle bay if you need me, Princess."

"Is the tournament today?" Allison frowned. She loved shuffleboard.

"Thank you, Doctor," Wendy said, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

"What do we do?" Carol wondered.

"We have to save Molly," Heather suggested. "Someone has to go to the
White Place and..."

"White House," Matt said. He'd been observing the exchange largely
unnoticed and Lisa merely waved her fingers at the boy.

"...prevent Molly's assassination."

"I can get you pretty close," Professor Rachel promised. "I think."

"How close?" Major Allison asked just as another wormhole opened
astern of the ship.

For a brief second it seemed as if everyone had decided to hop at the
same moment. The aft portion of the ship rose and the bow dropped
suddenly. Matt's eyes widened as Princess Wendy's immaculate breasts
popped free of her bikini top. Her pink nipples looked like candy and
she had no tan lines at all, he realized, only smooth bronzed skin
glistening with oil.

"Whoops!" Wendy giggled as the ship righted itself and artificial
gravity pulled everyone back down to land safely on their feet.

"That was fun!" Lieutenant Carol grinned and Matt swallowed hard as he
saw her tits had spilled free as well.

"Hmph! Well, as I was saying," Rachel continued, "you wouldn't want to
end up with your butt sticking out of a wall, would you?"

"I guess not," Captain Heather sighed, tugging the cups of her bikini
into place. Her gravity defying breasts had only come mostly free.

"Yeah," Allison nodded. "Who knows what they'd do then!"

"So?" Princess Wendy wondered after fixing her top. "What do we do?
Land on the roof?"

"They'll have a lot of security on the roof," Jenny thought aloud.

"Outside would be best," Rachel nodded. "They have a backyard, right?"

"They have trees too," Carol reminded the woman.

"There's always some risk," the scientist shrugged. "The hard part
will be predicting the random appearance of a transient wormhole.
We'll only get one shot at this."

"Can you actually predict wormholes in a gravity storm?" Major Allison
asked doubtfully. She'd studied a little physics herself as a young
girl in the cr�che.

"Well..." Rachel smiled carelessly. "I said it'll be hard, not
impossible; that's why I invented aleatoric calculus. What did you do
today, little sister?"

"Don't be a show off," Allison pouted, but she wasn't really angry at
the gentle rebuke.

"Like you?" Rachel giggled, staring pointedly at the Major's swollen
nipples as they strained against her bikini. She took the left one
between her fingers and gave Allison an apologetic pinch to get her to
smile.

"What's it look like?" Captain Heather asked, ignoring the two women
and their silly sibling rivalry.

"The place is a fortress," Jenny replied, calling up the security
plans for the White House. "Armed guards; rudimentary, but effective
surveillance systems; firewalls here and here; an armored elevator
here, leading to an underground bunker it looks like."

"One person against...What?" Heather frowned. "Call it fifty well-armed
and well-trained men inside, and outside...Who knows?"

"We won't have time for a search," Admiral Lisa sighed, tilting her
head as she studied their target.

"They took Molly to a round room," Carol reminded everyone. They'd
been able to see and hear everything Ambassador Molly had...until the
humans had killed her.

"The Oval Office," Matt said and everyone finally looked at him.
"It's, uh...Kinda famous."

"Oh." Wendy smiled at him, wondering if she shouldn't have left her
tits loose. She'd rather enjoyed the look on the boy's face.

"She'll be here then," Allison said, pointing at an odd shaped room on
the schematics.

"Can you do it, Colonel?" Lisa asked.

"I don't see much of a problem," Jenny said and looked at Rachel. "How
much equipment can I bring?"

"Equipment?" The professor frowned and pushed some buttons. "How much
do you weigh?"

"I don't know," the Colonel shrugged. "Maybe fifty-five kilos?"

"Hmmm...Not very much," Rachel decided. "Another four or five kilos and
my calculations go right out the window. You could end up anywhere."

"All I need is a stealth suit and a pulse rifle," Jenny said with a
terse smile. "I save Molly, get her back to the ship, and come back
home. Piece of cake."

"Uh..." Rachel smiled apologetically. "There is no coming home, I'm
afraid."

"What?" Everyone blinked.

"Once you're in the other timeline, you won't be able to get back to
this one," she shrugged. "One way trip. Sorry about that."

"Suicide mission?" Matt narrowed his eyes. This was like in the
movies, hot chicks and all.

"But..." Jenny swallowed hard. "What about my daughters? I can't leave
them forever!"

"There must be some way," Wendy said, frowning at the idea of losing
one of her closest friends and advisors. "The fleet needs Jenny. She's
the protector of our children."

"We have to send someone else," Heather suggested. "I can go. The
fleet doesn't need me, my children are grown..."

"I need you," the Princess frowned, dismissing that proposal
immediately. She looked around the room. "I need all of you here.
You're indispensable and there will be no more volunteering.
Understand?"

"Yes Princess," Heather replied for all of them and the room fell
silent for several long seconds.

"Then it has to be one of your marines." Allison looked at Jenny. "Or
someone from the security force."

"We could send one of the Amazons," Lisa said. "They're trained for
this sort of thing."

"Aye, any one of them could do it easily," the Colonel nodded. "But
they're aboard the Nebula. It'll take some time to find a volunteer
and bring her back here."

"We don't have time," Wendy sighed, looking at the professor. "Do we?"

"Not much," Rachel agreed. "Whoever's going needs to get ready now."

"I'll go."

"One of the security guards then," Heather said to Wendy. "They're
well-trained..."

"I can do it," Matt repeated, earning a look from the Princess.

"What?"

"Send me," he shrugged. "It's my planet anyway and..." he smiled at
Jenny, "...you all got kids, right?"

"You can't be serious!" Allison frowned.

"I know what it's like not having a mom," Matt told them. "It really
sucks, so...um...What do I have to do?"

"He can't go!" The Major looked at the faces of her friends. "He's
just a boy and he's the only earthman left. His seed's too valuable to
risk."

"Allison..." Wendy sighed.

"She's right, Princess," Carol said slowly. "I think we have to keep
him."

"We can't keep anyone," Captain Heather reminded them, taking Wendy's
hand in hers to demonstrate her support.

She knew only too well what their ruler's opinion would be and Wendy
didn't need dissension at a time like this. Heather personally thought
Matt shouldn't go anywhere, but it wasn't up to her. It wasn't even up
to the Princess, really. The Book of Law was quite clear on which
rights were inviolable, even for a man.

"We don't kidnap people," the Princess stated. "We've never held any
male against his will and we won't start now."

"Princess...Wendy..." Admiral Lisa pursed her lips and spoke gently. "We
don't even know if this boy can save Molly. Look at him..."

"What's wrong with me?" Matt frowned.

"...If he was one of our children, we wouldn't dream of risking his life
this way," the admiral continued. "If he fails, he'll only die along
with his planet."

"I played a lot of Counterstrike, you know!" Matt rolled his eyes. "I
can do it. I just, um...I get a phaser or something, right?"

"It has to be his decision," Wendy said, staring at the young man and
hoping she was making the right choice.

"Maybe we don't have a right to keep him," Lieutenant Carol spoke up,
"but do we have a right to let him go?"

"He's barely out of the cr�che," Allison sighed, smiling
apologetically at the look on Matt's face. "A handsome, healthy,
vigorous male...but still...He should be mating with every female he can
get his hands on."

"We all navigate by the stars of fate," Wendy decided reluctantly. "I
must ask myself, why is he here if not for this?"

"Are you sure?" Colonel Jenny asked and Matt nodded.

"It's my planet, right?" He tried to smile like Han Solo. "Maybe
they'll rename my school after me."

"That's doubtful," Rachel told him. "Whether you save it or not,
nobody will ever know."

"Really?" Matt narrowed his eyes at that. "That kinda sucks."

"Time's like that sometimes," the Professor stuck out her tongue with
a giggle. "Speaking of which, we'll have to prepare a trans-light
probe. I hope you're not claustrophobic."

"Is that like a photon torpedo?" Matt wondered.

"A what?" Rachel made a face. "Photons aren't dangerous. Who'd make a
torpedo like that?"

"Never mind," Lisa said impatiently. "How long before it's ready?"

"We've got, uh...half an hour before we lose the window," the woman
replied. "So...I'll need twenty-nine minutes."

"You've done this before?" Heather asked.

"Nope!"

 "Then...How do you know?" the captain wondered with a confused smile.

"If it's not ready in twenty-nine minutes..." Rachel shrugged. "What
difference will it make?"

"What do I have to do?" Matt asked. "I mean, to get ready or
whatever?"

"I don't know," Rachel said, already hurrying off the flag bridge.
"Just don't go anywhere! I'll be in the launch bay if anyone..."

The elevator doors closed with a soft whoosh and the professor was
gone.

"Well, um..." Princess Wendy looked around and none of the women were
happy about letting the only breedable male in the fleet get away.

"Perhaps Matt would like to, um...relax before he has to leave?" Carol
suggested.

"Good idea," Jenny smiled, taking the hint immediately as she licked
her lips with a seductive smile.

"Relax?" Matt swallowed hard.

"Who gets to, uh...help him?" Allison wondered and naturally all eyes
turned to Wendy.

"That's another choice he gets to make, isn't it?" the Princess said
with a deep sigh, drawing in her smooth tummy and pushing out her
magnificent tits for the boy's unabashed admiration.

"Choose...um...What?" Matt asked, praying for the answer he wanted. All
around him the women were posing for his pleasure, some less dicreetly
than others.

"Which one of us you would like to relax with," Lisa answered, pushing
her own glorious breasts outward and trying to pretend she wasn't.

"You mean sex?" He let his gaze wander across each of the women
standing around him, each as beautiful and perfect in her own unique
way as the next. Their smiles were ripe with promise, their sultry
eyes shining with desire, and female pheromones filled the air with a
secret scent only Matt could smell.

"One of us will give you daughter," Heather promised, sliding her
hands down her flat, pale tummy towards the barely covered swell of
her sex. The tinkling of her belly bracelet sounded like music to
Matt's ears.

"We're always ovulating," Carol giggled softly, biting her bottom lip
and batting her long, fine eyelashes at the boy.

"I, uh...Ummm..." Matt suddenly wondered if he'd get in trouble for
picking one of them over all the others. It didn't seem very fair and
the other women were sure to get pissed. Like what's-his-name, the
Greek guy with the golden apple, it hadn't worked out too well for him
as Matt recalled, and he wished he'd paid more attention in class that
day.

"We won't be angry," Jenny promised in breathless whisper as if she'd
read his mind.

"We're not a jealous species by nature," Allison agreed, but Matt
didn't believe that! He might have been a virgin and they might have
come from another planet, but girls were still girls!

"Can I see Janey again?" he finally asked, dipping his head in case
one of the women decided to slap him.

"The crewman?" Lisa blinked rapidly.

"But she's ugly!" Jenny gasped before she could stop herself and that
earned the woman some unfavorable looks, but nobody disagreed with her
either.

"Ugly?" Matt almost laughed. "Janey? Are you kidding? She's totally
cute!"

"Cute?" Allison narrowed her eyes.

"I mean, you're all amazingly awesome super hot chicks, but..." Matt
shrugged. "If it wasn't for Janey, I wouldn't even be here. Right?"

"Huh!" Princess Wendy smiled at the boy's answer. "Admiral, get that
crewman up here."

"Yes, Ma'am," Lisa replied, punching a button on the nearest console.

"That's so sweet!" Carol sighed, rubbing her body against Matt's left
side and trapping the boy between her and Allison.

She spread her long legs slightly, thrusting with her pelvis to caress
his hip and thigh with her humid sex. To Matt's left, the tawny haired
Allison had turned her back to him, sliding her heart-shaped butt up
and down the earthling's leg while she massaged her breasts and
offered him a seductive smile over her shoulder.

"Are all the men on Earth like you?" the major wondered in a husky
voice, rolling her hips and grinding her ass against him.

"Uhhh...Mostly," Matt barely whispered as he'd forgotten how to breathe
just then. "Sorta."

"Look me up after you save Molly," Heather giggled, reaching down to
find the lump in Matt's trousers and giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Oh! Okay!" the boy gasped, standing on his tip-toes for a second. "D-
Don't do that...Please."

"I want to have your daughter," she sighed, pulling the tip of her
pink tongue slowly upward across his parted lips.

"Excuse me...Ladies..." Wendy scrunched her pert nose as the three women
reluctantly made room. "I want you to take this..." the Princess said,
looking down as she removed the crown from her belly button.

"Ummm...Alright," Matt nodded, thinking maybe he should have picked
Wendy because losing his virginity to an alien Princess, well...That
would have been really cool too! Especially a hot one smothered in
cocoa-butter. Jeeze! She smelled good!

"After you save the Earth," Wendy told him, staring into Matt's soft
brown eyes, "come see me, alright? Give me this and tell me your
story."

"I can do that."

"I'll want to breed with the brave man who saved his planet," she told
him with a deliciously sexy smile. "In fact..."

Wendy had nearly made up her mind to unzip the boy's silly trousers
and take him right there on the flag bridge. A woman must be true to
her nature, after all, and her burning sex yearned to be filled with
male seed...

"Oh!" Crewman Janey blinked as she stepped onto the flag bridge.

"It's your lucky day," Colonel Jenny told the girl with a wistful
sigh.

"It is? Ma'am?" The strawberry blonde swallowed hard as everyone
stared at her.

She still wore her pink uniform, the tight short-shorts and stretchy
halter top that hugged her small, luscious breasts, but her tool belt
had been lost and Janey's hands fidgeted nervously. She'd never been
called before the Princess before, and now twice in one day? The girl,
who had just turned fourteen by Earth's reckoning, wondered what she
might have done this time.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the fleet," Jenny said with a
sincere smile. "Enjoy it for the rest of us, Crewman."

"Uh...Yes ma'am," Janey nodded, but clearly had no idea what was going
on.

"What are you waiting for?" Wendy giggled in Matt's ear, surrendering
her desire in the face of responsibility. "Janey's waiting for you to
make a real woman of her."

"You can use my quarters," Admiral Lisa suggested, pointing towards a
door with a polished brass plaque attached to it. "Don't worry about
making a mess either, we have an appointment tonight. Remember?"

"Y-Yes Ma'am!" Janey replied quickly and she hadn't forgotten that!
But why would she use the Admiral's stateroom?

"What should I say to her?" Matt wondered nervously, glancing at the
girl and feeling his heart stutter. Maybe she wasn't quite as perfect
as the others, but something about Janey made him feel like Christmas.

"Do I have to order you to breed with the earthman?" Captain Heather
asked the nervous crewman with mock sternness, much to the giggling
delight of the other women.

"You don't have much time," Major Allison said, pushing Matt towards
the door. "In you go, earthling!"

"Breed? Uh...No, Ma'am!" Janey answered Heather slowly. "But...I never,
um...Is it okay?"

"My sweet little girl," Lisa smiled and shook her head before looking
at Jenny. "Put our daughter to bed, Colonel, before she makes a puddle
on my deck."

"Aye, aye!" Jenny laughed, pulling Janey towards the now open door and
the bunk where Matt waited with a quality mixture of excitement and
fear. He was gonna be so pissed if someone woke him up!

"Two virgins," Princess Wendy sighed, fingering her empty belly button
and trying to remember what that had felt like so many long years
before.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"How do feel?" Dr. Petra asked.

"Oh man! I feel great!" Matt grinned at her. "That was amazing! We did
it like three times really fast!"

"We know!" Carol nodded with a happy giggle.

"You do?" He narrowed his eyes.

"We were watching on the holograph," Allison told him without even a
hint of a blush.

"It was broadcast to the fleet," Lisa added, much to the boy's
embarrassment.

"How's that stealth suit feel?" Jenny wondered. "Is it too tight?"

"No it feels good," Matt replied, trying not to think about a million
hot chicks watching him have sex for the first time in his life.
Janey's too and he wished he'd told the girl he loved her, but maybe
she already knew.

"Good," Wendy smiled. "Remember, you have to get to the round room and
save Molly before they can kill her."

"I know," he nodded. "And then I gotta come find you, right?"

"Exactly!" the Princess giggled. "Don't lose my crown either. It's the
only proof you'll have."

"Uh...Where's my ray gun?" Matt asked, looking around the launch bay.

"We can't give you one," Lisa said. "Sorry, but if it falls into the
wrong hands..."

"We shouldn't even be giving you a stealth suit," Carol said, trying
to ease the disappointment on the boy's face.

"Try and keep it a secret," Allison said.

"Until it self-destructs," Jenny agreed.

"Self-destructs?" Matt blinked at her.

"Don't be wearing it when that happens!" Rachel giggled. "When you
land, push the green button on the sleeve."

"What's it do?" he asked.

"Turns you invisible," Rachel said. "Hurry up...Do earthmen always talk
so much? We only have a few minutes."

"This is gonna work...Right?" The boy took a deep breath before climbing
into the oblong probe that had been gutted to make room for him. It
was kind of a tight fit, but surprisingly comfortable as the interior
seemed to be padded with something like Styrofoam.

"How does he get out?" Wendy asked.

"Explosive bolts," Rachel replied. "They'll fire automatically."

"Explosives?" Matt was getting tired of blinking at her.

"Small ones," she reassured him with a smile. "You'll be fine!"

"Where's the crown?" Heather wondered and the boy opened his fist.

"No pockets."

"Hmmm..." Lisa frowned at that. "Take this..."

"Your necklace?"

"For good luck!" The admiral smiled as she attached the crown to the
chain already burdened with the large sapphire. She kissed the boy
lightly on the lips and put it around his neck.

"Yeah," he smiled at her. "I, uh...feel lucky now."

"Goodbye, Earthman." Princess Wendy kissed him as well, teasing Matt's
lips with tip of her tongue. "Go save your world."

"Ummm..." He couldn't think of anything important to say just then, so
Matt merely smiled.

"Sweet dreams," Rachel said as she began closing the hatch like the
lid of a coffin.

"Hey! Hey...Uh, wait a second!"

"What?"

"If, um...I see myself back there, uh...We're not gonna like break the
universe or something...Are we?"

"You mean if you and your other self shook hands or something?" Rachel
said. "Would the opposing timelines rip a hole in space-time and
result in a cataclysmic implosion ending all life as we know it?"

"Yeah."

"I doubt it," Rachel shrugged and closed the lid with soft whump!

"Cool," Matt breathed a sigh of relief in the darkness.

A moment later the last human being in the galaxy was accelerated to
trans-light speed through a wormhole and never seen again.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Ow!" Matt said, but only because he'd spent a brief eternity inside a
wormhole waiting for it.

In actuality, the probe had materialized out of thin air a mere twenty
centimeters from Professor Rachel's target. It hadn't burst out of the
wormhole with a flash. It hadn't streaked through the earth's
atmosphere like a meteor. It hadn't even hit the ground with a bone
jarring thud, since those twenty centimeters were below the projected
Point of Realization.

All in all, it had been a rather uneventful trip and Matt felt vaguely
disappointed. Even the explosive bolts seemed intent on making very
little fuss as they didn't really explode at all, but merely fizzled
softly. A bit of acrid smoke made the boy's nose itch and he froze for
a second, wondering if he would sneeze or not.

Matt carefully and slowly pushed on the probe's hatch which was hinged
on the left side, much like a coffin might be, although he didn't like
to think of it that way. What he did think about was being home.
Earth! It's still here! He smiled at the clear blue sky and he could
smell it. The dirt and the grass and the trees; everything he'd never
noticed before filled his senses and Matt wondered for a second if his
planet had really been destroyed or not. It seemed hard to believe now
that he was back, but the necklace he wore around his neck, and
especially the belly button crown Princess Wendy had given him, left
little room for doubt.

"Green button," Matt whispered, looking at the sleeve of the stealth
suit and there were two buttons, the other being red.

He pushed the green one and then his hand disappeared along with the
rest of him. It took the boy a few seconds to get used to the idea of
moving without seeing his body. It seemed a lot like being in the
dark, except it wasn't, and right off the bat he banged his left knee
on the side of the probe.

"Ow!" Matt grunted softly and then blinked as found himself less than
ten feet behind a bush holding a rifle.

"Popeye-Three," the bush said softly. "On target."

Matt wasn't sure what that meant, but it probably had something to do
with the alien spaceship parked on the well manicured lawn of the
White House. The craft wasn't overly large and it wasn't a flying
saucer either, it actually looked like a Ferrari made out smoked
glass, gull-wing doors and all, except it could fly and hover and
probably blow things up if it wanted to. What was really strange
though, wasn't that the aliens had a thing for cool sports cars - who
doesn't? - it was that Matt had watched the flying Ferrari take-off
from the Disney World parking lot that very morning.

"Oh crap!" Matt breathed.

He was down there right now, in Florida checking out Janey while she
giggled and smiled and waved at him. I'm in two places at once, the
boy thought with a grin as he closed the probe hatch slowly.

Nobody had noticed anything, since the Secret Service hadn't expected
someone to pop out of a wormhole and into the backyard. With the hatch
shut it wasn't even visible to anyone not in a helicopter probably. At
least, Matt hoped not, he just prayed that Jenny chick had been right
about the Oval Office. The guy in the bush suit looked like he was
ready to shoot the alien ambassador as soon as she stepped out of her
ride and that would suck!

"That's an alien?" the bush whispered as Matt crept around it and he
realized there were two men hiding there.

"Looks like my ex-wife," the one with binoculars said and the other
man snorted.

"Only in your dreams. Jesus!" he sighed. "Look at those legs."

Some fifty meters away, the Secretary of State waited patiently with
several other people as the alien made her way along a red carpet
hastily unrolled in her honor. There wasn't a band or anything like
that, but some guy kept taking photographs and Matt thought that had
to be a good sign. They wouldn't whack a hot chick in front of a
camera, would they? But he couldn't imagine anyone killing a woman
like that anywhere. The ambassador was hot!

"Molly," Matt said to himself as he moved closer.

That stealth suit worked great too, he thought, but the boy really had
no idea how effective the alien technology was. It not only bent light
around him, but it also refracted x-rays, ultra-violet light,
microwave radiation, and just about any other form of radiant energy a
person might think of, including heat. It suppressed sound and even
minimized the wearer's apparent mass. The boy didn't feel any lighter,
but he could have walked across the Sahara Desert without leaving a
single footprint to prove he'd been there. This came in very handy as
Matt unwittingly passed several of the most advanced motion sensors
ever developed without even realizing it. More importantly, the Secret
Service didn't realize it either.

And the closer Matt got to the reception awaiting Molly, the more
confident he grew. They really couldn't see him! He walked right past
a tall black guy holding a walkie-talkie and the guy hadn't even
blinked! Man! If he could take that stealth suit to school? The girls'
locker room was the holy of holies and...Earth girls? Matt rolled his
eyes. Next year's Miss Universe contest was going to be a real
heartbreaker for the human contestants!

"Madam Ambassador," the Secretary of State said with a nervous smile.
"Welcome to, uh...Earth. I'm Judith Hoskins, one of the President's
advisors."

"It's nice to meet you," the alien returned the smile cheerfully. "I'm
Molly."

Matt watched from less than twenty feet away as the two women shook
hands and he'd already formed a plan.

"Molly?" Judy tilted her head, obviously looking for a last name, but
the Ambassador only giggled.

"Just Molly," she said. "What a beautiful house! It's so white!"

"Uh...Yes it is," the Secretary of State agreed cautiously. "If you'll
come with me, the President is looking forward to meeting you."

"I'm sure he is," Molly said with a smile. "I hope it wasn't rude of
me to drop in like this, but I was in the neighborhood..."

"Oh no!" Judy said quickly, smiling as if aliens landed in the rose
garden all the time. "We were delighted to receive your message and I
assure you, Ambassador, the United States is most eager to enjoy a
lasting friendship with your, uh...people."

Matt didn't bother listening to much more of the diplomatic small
talk. He found it kind of like the stuff Mrs. Humbert liked to say to
the couples visiting the orphanage where he'd grown up. Everyone had
to be extra polite and smile a lot and say nice things. Matt didn't
feel bad about having no family, but hearing the two women talk like
that reminded him of the aliens and how they didn't have any orphans
at all. It almost made him regret volunteering like he had, but on the
other hand...He was sneaking into the White House!

The hard part was not bumping into anyone as he slipped through open
doors, danced around Secret Service guys, and generally tried to stay
out of everyone else's way. Being just a teenager and hardly big for
his age helped quite a bit too. The only scary part had been walking
past a furry little dog, a brown one attached to a leash, who yelped
with surprise when Matt accidentally stepped on its tail.

The boy felt sort of bad about that, but he hadn't hurt the dog anyway
and even if he'd wanted to, Matt couldn't stop to apologize. Judy and
Molly had turned a corner and Matt had to stay right behind them! In
fact, he walked less than three feet behind the alien ambassador and
less than five feet in front of the Secret Service agents following at
a barely respectable distance. Ahead of them were several more agents
and an assistant whose only job seemed to be telling people to get out
of the way.

It looked like everyone who worked there had turned out to see the
alien. Molly smiled and nodded, even waved at some of the White House
staff who stood near the wall and watched the short parade in silence.
Every now and again the guy with the camera would snap a photo and
Matt really hoped he wasn't wearing one of those cheesy stealth suits
that were invisible everywhere except in pictures. That would be weird
and he could just imagine the look on the photographer's face when he
saw Matt making rabbit ears over the Secretary of State's head.

Probably he shouldn't have done that, he thought.

Man! That Molly chick was hot too! That's another reason Matt hadn't
minded following her so closely. She wore a casual business suit
instead of a bikini, but that didn't matter much. Her legs were
amazing! And that sweet alien butt of hers moved left and right like
she had springs in her hips. Molly's golden hair smelled like jasmine
or something; sweet and soft and from someplace else as it fell in a
thick cascade over her slender shoulders.

If Matt hadn't been hanging out with super hot alien chicks all
morning, and especially if he hadn't had sex with Janey - three times!
- the boy thought he would have been in serious trouble. As it was,
Matt had a serious bulge in his stealth suit, and that was another
nice thing about being invisible...Nobody could tell! He wondered if he
could whip it out and jerk off right there in the middle of the White
House, but that would be kinda sick probably, and he had a job to do
anyway.

"Here we are," Judy said, looking a little flushed as she smiled at
Molly. "The Oval Office."

The Secretary of State took a second to compose herself, opened the
door, and stepped inside to announce the arrival of the alien
ambassador. Matt really wished he could see himself as he followed
Molly like a shadow and if she happened to stop suddenly...

The boy didn't want to think about that. This was the room where Molly
had died and where she would again if Matt didn't do something to
prevent it. He didn't know how or why it would happen, or even when
exactly, but it had to be soon. The worst part was he couldn't really
look around either. He had to watch Molly and be ready to grab the
alien and throw her to the floor and cover her with his own body if he
could. Somebody had shot her, that's all he knew, and for some reason
that fact suddenly surprised him.

Up until that moment, as he walked across the Oval Office behind
Molly, Matt hadn't honestly believed it could really happen. It had
seemed like a game of make-believe. Cops and robbers. Something fun
and exciting to do. Nobody would kill a hot chick for no reason and
those aliens were like the friendliest girls ever. They weren't even
stuck-up! Molly wouldn't be killed, the Earth wouldn't be destroyed.
It wasn't real...Except now it was and Matt felt his stomach twisting
into knots. His heart had started beating faster for no good reason at
all. He could barely breathe as he finally began to believe it could
happen.

Molly could die...again. Or he could die saving her and Matt didn't know
if that would be better or worse. He didn't want to die! Nobody had
told him he might get shot! Doubts began to gnaw at his imagination.
Maybe he'd already saved her and didn't even know it. The dangerous
part could somehow be over with, couldn't it? Or even if he didn't
save her, maybe the aliens wouldn't destroy the Earth this time. He
could stop! Right where he stood, Matt could freeze and not do
anything. He could find a safe place in the corner and hide. He could...

Stop! his mind commanded as Matt realized Molly had stopped walking.
She was stretching out her arm to shake hands with the President.
They'd been talking, but he hadn't been listening, and just as they
were about to touch, the boy's forward momentum pushed his chest into
the alien's back. The erection straining for release within his
stealth suit poked Molly in the butt, right between her perfectly
round cheeks. Matt instinctively wrapped his arms around her, grabbing
the woman's tits to keep his balance, but she'd been leaning forward
as well and they were both falling to the carpet.

"Bra-a-a-a-a-a-p!"

A half-dozen nine millimeter slugs tore through the air where the
Ambassador had stood just a split-second before. Most of them hit the
opposite wall, sending dust and splinters and chunks of plaster
flying. Two of the bullets found something else to stop them, however,
and before anyone realized what had happened a fifteen-year-old boy
landed heavily atop the alien with a loud grunt of pain.

The stealth suit crackled and hissed, flickering into and out of sight
until the advanced technology failed completely. One of the bullets
had struck something important, but that hardly mattered for the
moment. The other one had entered the boy's shoulder, the impact
jerking Matt around and the Ambassador with him as they fell together
in an awkward heap. It had only hurt for a second and as Matt blinked
rapidly he saw Molly's bright blue eyes staring into his.

"Are you okay?" he managed to whisper and the Ambassador nodded.

"I think so," she whispered back, feeling the not entirely unpleasant
weight of the young man covering her breasts and belly. And then the
alien noticed the chain around his neck; the Admiral's star sapphire
and...

"Alamo! Alamo! Alamo!" someone shouted.

President Shore had been literally tackled by three agents at once.
Two of them covered his body with theirs behind his desk while the
third lay across their backs as if looking out a foxhole with his
weapon at the ready.

Two more agents grabbed Matt, manhandling him roughly as they dragged
him off the Ambassador. The man who had fired by accident - he would
ironically receive a medal for his quick reflexes - held the warm
barrel of his smoking gun against the boy's head while Matt was
thoroughly searched. Despite being shot, there wasn't yet a lot of
blood to be seen and even if there had been, the agents wouldn't have
been overly concerned just then.

"The royal crown!" Molly gasped, staring as the thin chain snapped and
the necklace fell free in the chaos. She reached for it, snatching the
priceless treasure in her fist and holding it tight.

A dozen more agents entered the Oval Office and the President found
himself quickly evacuated in a daze of confusion. He had no idea what
had happened or why. Shore hadn't even seen the boy laying face down
on the carpet. His staff was quickly evacuated as well and the alien
Ambassador escorted into another room where Molly could be calmed and
politely questioned, and finally allowed to freshen herself up in
relative privacy.

Thirty minutes later, despite many concerns and much advice to the
contrary, the President of the United States and the alien Ambassador
met in peace and friendship. A new age for humankind had begun and the
Daughters of Orion would have many new daughters of their own to bring
with them on their endless journey across the heavens...And one heroic
son as well.


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End
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