Chapter 1: Meet Joe Covington

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, mt/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Coercion, Slavery, Lesbian, Fan Fiction, Science Fiction, Space, Aliens, Incest, Cousins, Group Sex, Harem, Interracial, Black Female, White Male, White Female, Oriental Female, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pregnancy, School, War, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1: Meet Joe Covington - This is story inspired by, but NOT a part of the "Swarm Cycle Universe" about a boy genius who comes up with a plan to defeat an alien race known as the Vermin, that intends to invade Earth. Will he be successful in this venture? What complications will he face? Is he man enough to handle the sheer number of companions he's been issued, and can he live with the results of his actions?

Hi! My name is Joseph William Covington, Joe to my friends; well it would be if I actually had any. Still, I prefer Joe to Joseph, William, Joey, Willy or Billy, but even they are better than spaz, dork, geek, nerd, or several other derogatory phrases that have been used in reference to me throughout the years. If you are starting to get the idea that I might be just a tad bit bitter, then congratulations, because you are obviously smarter than the consensus.

Although I personally find my life to be rather boring and unpretentious, you wouldn't be able to truly understand this story if I didn't supply a bit of background information, so here goes!

I am a brain. Now, I don't mean that I merely possess an above average IQ; no sir, I am talking about your off-the-charts, smartest person in the room, can ace any test thrown my way, certified genius-level brain. So why am I still merely a freshman high school student? Well, that would be my parent's' doing or, more precisely, my mother's. She worried that if I advanced too quickly I wouldn't have anything in common with my peers. Well, she was right, I don't but, by the same token, I can't believe that I would have all that much less in common with college kids, or graduate students either, so why I was still wasting my time in this crummy hellhole was beyond me.

Though I started high school at thirteen, I could have easily tested out at nine. With my fourteenth birthday a mere twenty-four hours away, I felt more isolated than ever. It seemed I couldn't even make friends through tutoring because, the few times I attempted it, I ended up being more confusing to my classmates than their regular instructors were. Well, why should that have been of any big surprise? I was always smarter than they were, and everybody knew it, including my teachers. That did little to endear me to either facility or students, so I was a loner, obviously.

At this point, you are probably thinking at least my parents would respect me. Wrong again!!! My father was a military colonel who always had to be right, even when he wasn't. I'm not saying that the man was stupid, because actually was far from it but, in his mind, children should be seen and not heard. I learned rather early on in life it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut as much as possible, and just let him think whatever he wanted, even if I secretly disagreed with him.

Mom was a high school teacher, who thankfully taught at an all-girls school, but just like everyone else, I quickly surpassed her level of education. Now, I studied on my own. Oh, I still went to school, obviously, but I never learned anything by being there. Most of the time, I didn't even bothered to correct my teacher's mistakes anymore, since neither the instructor nor students, ever seemed grateful for my input.

So, there I sat in my advanced calculus class, only partially listening to my teacher droning on about slopes and curves, while the remainder of my cognitive brain function was being taken up with a far greater and, consequently, exceedingly more complex task than what she could ever dream of comprehending.

"Mr. Covington, are you paying attention?" Mrs. Andrews asked.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

"Then, perhaps, you would like to answer question 37 from your book," she challenged me.

"Sure," I said, then immediately gave her my answer without even bothering to look away from my higher priority task.

"You didn't even look at your book," she stated in a confused tone of voice when I obviously answered her question correctly.

"Since I've already read it once, why would I need to view it again?" I asked.

"You weren't really paying attention, were you Mr. Covington?" she accused.

"Of course I was. You started the class with roll call. After calling Linda's name out twice, Nancy raised her hand and said that she wasn't in school today. When you finished with that, you told the class to turn to page 217 as we would be discussing slopes and curves. Martin made the wisecrack comment about how he would rather study his girlfriend Joanna's curves. You asked three students to answer questions, before getting to me. Jim and Brian both gave the correct responses; though, in my opinion, it took Jim a bit too long to do so. Beverly was the third, and she used the wrong formula only to be corrected by Todd. That brings us up to date, well except for the question you asked me, which I have already answered," I said.

"Come now, Mr. Covington, you can't honestly expect me to believe that you've been focused on my lecture this entire time when, for the last 15 minutes, you haven't once looked up from your notebook. What's so intriguing that it has captured your attention away from this class?" she probed.

"Surely you've heard of multitasking ma'am, as millions of people successfully practice it every day. This," I said holding up my notebook, "is a mathematical formula that crosses between the laws of physics, biology and DNA, which I actually find challenging," I told her.

"Are you implying that this class is not stimulating enough for you?" she questioned.

"To be honest ma'am, no, it's not," I answered truthfully.

"Then why are you taking it?" she questioned further.

"My parents won't let me test out. I could quite easily take your final exam right now and not miss a single question. It doesn't really matter, anyway, because I'm likely to be extracted long before I could ever hope to finish high school, at the rate my parents are forcing me to follow," I told her.

"I think you'd better go to the office right now, Mr. Covington," She stated.

"Why is that, ma'am?" I asked.

"Because you have not been paying attention and, therefore, have been a disruption to my class," she answered.

"First of all, I haven't disrupted anything, as I've merely answered the question you've asked of me. Second, I'd like to know how I could possibly recite everything that's happened in class since it began if I haven't been paying attention," I said.

"Are you going to leave on your own, or do I have to call security to have them remove you?" she asked, obviously frustrated with me.

"There is no need for threats, ma'am, as I'll go if you wish me to, but you are clearly not being fair about this," I stood up, collected my things, and walked out the door.

When I got to Principal Hayden's office, it quickly became apparent that Mrs. Andrews had already called him and stated her case.

"So, Mr. Covington, Mrs. Andrews says that you weren't paying attention in her class," he stated.

"I'm afraid that she is not being honest with you, sir, because I can recite almost word-for-word everything that's been said since I walked into her classroom this afternoon," I told him.

"So, why would she tell me differently?" he demanded.

"She caught me multitasking and called me on it. When I answered her question correctly instead of faltering, as she assumed I would, she became embarrassed and sent me to your office. You see, sir, it doesn't take much effort on my part to concentrate on more than one subject at a time, and while others may have difficulties keeping up with the material, I find it to be rather simplistic and unchallenging. I readily admit to working on something besides calculus, but that doesn't mean I wasn't easily able to keep up with her lecture," I explained.

"Well, if Mrs. Andrews claims you weren't paying attention, then I have to believe her," he told me.

"No sir you don't," I said.

"Excuse me!" he exclaimed.

"There is nothing written, anywhere, that states a principal must take the word of an instructor over a student, you're simply choosing to do so. If I were to accuse someone of committing a crime, the police wouldn't just take my accusation at face value. There would be an investigation and, if possible, witnesses would be interviewed. Yet there are 24 other students in that class and, before talking to a single one of them, you are ready to accept Mrs. Andrew's word over mine," I told him.

"Be that as it may, Mr. Covington, this is my school, and I will run it as I see fit. Therefore, I think a Saturday detention is in order," he declared.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have a very important appointment scheduled Saturday morning which I simply cannot miss. If you insist on punishing me for this, won't you at least put it off until Monday?" I requested.

"You should have thought of that before you started goofing off in class, Mr. Covington. Be here this Saturday at 9:00 AM, or face the consequences," he stated while smugly dismissing me with a wave of his hand.

Well, there was no way in hell that I was going to do that but, instead of arguing with the arrogant son-of-a-bitch, I simply left his office in a huff. I decided to worry about the "consequences," as he so eloquently put, it at a later date. You see, that coming Saturday my father and three of his buddies were set to give their final proposal to the Consensus, and they had agreed to allow me tag along so that I could witness what my father referred to as an "historic event". Now I didn't, for one second, believe their plan will actually be accepted by the Char. Nevertheless, I had my own personal reasons for putting in an appearance at the meeting. I guess now would be a good time to try and explain just what in the hell I'm talking about.

The Char were the first alien race to ever make contact with us humans, well unless you believe in all the alien abduction stories floating around. Their arrival on Earth, which roughly occurred about six years ago, was naturally met with a slew of controversy. Some people trusted them completely, while others did not. I personally thought they were basically just like everyone else, inherently decent, but definitely with their own agenda. They were a technologically advanced race, able to communicate with us through the use of artificial intelligence (AI) and a multilingual translation device that seemed able to mimic any language, dialect, script, punctuation or even slang terminology. They claimed to have come in peace, but carried with them a grave warning of eminent danger and pending doom. They spoke of another species, whose name translated into the American definition of the word vermin. These evil creatures' sole objective was to acquire mass amount of resources needed to power their gigantic vessels. Although their ships seemed to be able to convert nearly any known resource into usable energy, the Vermin neither had the technology nor desire to try and reproduce these materials on their own, choosing instead to simply steal what they needed from other worlds. They did that, by killing off any being that could potentially oppose them. That was unfortunately accomplished through the drinking of their victim's blood. Why the Vermin never seemed to feed off larger, less intelligent creatures was still a mystery; however, there was speculation that they could somehow sense the ones which posed a threat to them and for whatever reason those were the ones they'd always go after. That theory was reinforced by the testimony of the small number of survivors who miraculously managed to live through their attacks.

The Char had a two part objective, the first of which was to preserve the species of the planets destroyed by the Vermin, and then to formulate an army of gifted individuals that they hoped would eventually find a way to defeat the Vermin. Thus far, all attempts in doing so had failed miserably. With inhabitable planets and natural resources quickly becoming scarce, it was determined by the Consensus, a governing body made up of the leaders of those who managed to survive a Vermin attack; that only the elite of any species be permitted to join them. That meant everyone else would likely perish. To ensure an individual was worthy of serving in their army, the Consensus developed what was known as the competency and intellectual placement test (CIP). It was used to evaluate a person based on a variety of factors to help determine their rank and which position would best suite their individual skill level. Since preserving the species for future generations was a factor, sexual libido and nurturing skills were also taken into consideration. It was discovered during the early formation of the Consensus, that sex seemed very important to most species for not only its reproductive aspect, but also as a means of relaxation and stress release. Because of that, they decided to allow their volunteers to choose companions who would accompany them when they were extracted off of their planet and serve them in that capacity. The higher one scored on their CIP test, the more companions they were allocated. Using a numeric decimal system that was measured by tenths of a point, a score of 8.0 became the qualifying number. Reaching that allowed a volunteer to choose one companion and a maximum of two dependents, children under fourteen years of the age. If a person scored between 8.5 and 8.9 they were issued two companions and four dependents. A score of 9.0 through 9.4 got them four companions and six dependents. If one managed to reach 9.5 they were issued six companions and eight dependents. Anything above that, the consensus would evaluate on an individual basis. As you can imagine, achieving that type of score was an extremely rare occurrence.

As I previously stated, the Vermin seemed to have a defined pattern of first killing off any intelligent life forms which might pose a threat to them. Once the threat had been minimized, they would use their alien technology to strip the planet of all its natural resources, thereby leaving it barren, lifeless and completely uninhabitable. All attempts by other species to ward off these attacks have been completely ineffective; therefore, the Consensus devised an incentive program, allocating twelve extra companions to any group or single individual who came up with a plan they feel would be successful in the fight against the Vermin. Since a person had to be at least fourteen before they could either become a Consensus officer or serve as a companion (sex slave), I naturally held off divulging my plans to anyone until I reached that qualifying age. The upside to that was it allowed me the extra time I needed to recheck my findings and correct any minor mistakes I might have made.

My main focus going forward was to get someone to listen to my ideas and actually take them seriously. That is why I was not at all upset when my father scheduled his meeting on my fourteenth birthday. Truth be told, his timing couldn't have been better.

Although I must admit the thought of actually being issued so many companions was extremely appealing, their incentive program did not really factor into my motivation for coming up with a plan of defense -- well, not very much anyway. I concluded the Earth had been my birthplace and home for my entire life, thus far, so I was going to do anything within my power to defend it, consequences be damned. With that declaration in mind, I simply refrained from mentioning the detention I had received on Friday to my parents, and got up early Saturday morning to accompany my father and his friends to the meeting room where they would present their plan for evaluation.

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