Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 1: William
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 1: William - A standalone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first 'Meeting An Alien' story is almost grown up. There are many dangers, challenges, and needy damsels. With alien help, his job is to get as many women pregnant as he can. Earth 19 is a very different world with a decidedly Old-West feel. Think the mid-1800s: with steam power, percussion-cap weapons, and duels to the death.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Ma Fa mt ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control Romantic Slavery Farming Historical Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Body Swap Paranormal Magic FemaleDom Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Body Modification Hairy Size Small Breasts Smoking Prostitution
Introduction: Cover art is a Public Domain painting, c. 1763. It is titled, “A Casta painting of a Spanish man and an Indigenous woman with their Mestizo child.”
“Meeting an Alien” was about Thomas Morgan and his alien pal, Drozul.
This is a follow-on story, “Steampunk” is about Tom’s son, Bill, who takes over the entertainment channel after Tom retires.
Drozul is an alien - a Heillizdt. He’s part of a galactic consortium that produces Entertainment for our Galaxy. He has canary yellow skin, vivid international green hair, and is quite short.
Drozul’s job as an entertainment producer is to provide something like a television channel for the entire Milky Way Galaxy.
Central to the story is the existence of ExoCytophagales, otherwise known as Exos. Exos are mini-biological machines similar to nanorobots. They provide extended life and can be used to repair most health problems.
Also important are hormones. They have an effect on women that greatly lowers their inhibitions. This effect is known as muddled or muddling.
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Thomas Morgan: I sat my son, Bill, down and filled him in on his upcoming adventure. I had gone ahead and smoothed things over for him on Earth 19, that’s where his Entertainment channel will be based.
Bill already has a nice, large, well-appointed home setup there for him. He also has several businesses and loads of money in a couple of banks.
This will help him get off to a good start in the first few weeks of his new life on Earth 19. All of this is arranged to provide him with a livelihood and a good life experience going forward.
Bill is the only son who has an interest in following in my footsteps. His brothers have other goals and ideas about life.
Bill and I started out with a long conversation about women. I asked him many questions about them and how to get along with them. What were their good points, and where were they lacking? Society wants everyone to think we are all equal. That’s fine in theory, but not in the world Bill is headed to. Earth 19 is especially primitive, where men are men and women are naturally submissive.
Bill is going to a decidedly much more chauvinistic world.
The world Bill is going to be a world similar to our not-too-distant past. It will be like the early 1820s, technology-wise. There are fewer people there, and the history is notably different.
It is like a Steampunk world. Drozul had brought Bill to his ship and presented him with the option we had discussed. Bill was all for the idea. He was graduating from high school early and had been worried about what he would do after school. We had solved his immediate future predicament. He would take after me in his own alternate world.
Bill came back from Drozul’s ship with his modifications. I started talking with him about a few of my concerns. Mostly, we discussed the fact that Earth’s 19 women were not feminists in any way. It’s a rough-and-tumble world stuck in the past.
The men were very dangerous. The women, on the other hand, were something else altogether. They are old-world traditional and much more feminine than the American women he is used to here in the year 2054. They like sex and want babies, too. This is nothing like our Earth today with its falling birthrates and selfishness.
There are many more women on Earth 19. So the women have to compete harder for the men. Many women are easy by our world’s standards. They are willing to mate at the drop of a hat. Women want babies.
The men are prone to fits of anger and will duel each other at the drop of a hat. Add that to the already poor living conditions of the 1820s, and you have fewer men.
Al Camillari, chauffeur-Guard Ft Lauderdale. Circa 2054, Earth 24
Al was on his way to work. He was riding his three-wheel Harley this morning with his young, sweet daughter, Janice. She’s riding behind him and holding tight to him. She loves to ride with her Daddy.
He made good money working for Morgan Security of Ft Lauderdale. It was a small security company composed entirely of ex-military guys like himself.
Al and Janice were headed for the ‘Morgan Spread.’ The Morgan’s have two houses next to each other. Al is in charge of daytime security at the Morgan home compound.
Years ago, Al had left school in Savannah at eighteen and enlisted in the United States Marines. He intended to make it a career. Eleven years later, he got clipped pretty good by some shrapnel. He ended up being medically retired after that.
Al was physically repaired, but the docs determined he would not get well enough to keep up in the field. He does get a partial disability and V. A. health benefits. He’d rather have his health and his career back.
When Al got released, he moved further south and away from home. He did it on purpose. Ft Lauderdale is close enough to drive home to visit, but far enough away that he has his own life.
Al drove his three wheel Harley this morning because his daughter, Janice, loves to ride behind him. Much like her mother used to ride with him.
Janice goes to school where Al works. The Morgan’s have a small private school at their compound. At thirteen, Janice was beginning to look downright feminine. A little too feminine for Al’s peace of mind.
Janice’s going to a private school was like a miracle because of his job. Mrs. Connie Morgan, his immediate boss, wanted a mix of selected boys and girls in the school. The Morgan’s have their own ideas about what’s best for their children.
Most private schools separate children by sex. That, with excess religion in many schools today, had caused Mrs. Morgan to rethink things. She created her own school for the Morgan children. Sharon Day is their teacher.
Janice gets free tuition at a private school. That’s because Mrs. Morgan considers Janice a great kid. Al agreed with Mrs Morgan. He knew his baby girl was very special.
Al’s first job at Morgan Security was as a nighttime security guard at Morgan corporate headquarters. After a couple of years of seniority, Al had been shifted to the day shift.
Mrs. Morgan decided she wanted a man at her house for daytime security. They decided he could also assist when needed. She had luckily picked Al as one of her two day guards at the house. He knew she trusted him. He was married and a very steady and reliable kind of guy, a good family man.
There were odd things at the Morgan homestead. He suspected that if the Morgan’s didn’t want you in their home, you could not get in. He felt he was mostly useful as a grunt and a chauffeur, but that was OK with him. It paid very well, and his family had excellent benefits.
Al pulled into the driveway of the old house. Janice jumped right off and ran to the door with her usual bubbly, youthful enthusiasm. Al chuckled at her.
The bottom floor of the old house is mostly dedicated to the school. It has a kitchen, a large dining area, and restrooms. The top floor is reserved for families who live and work on-site at the Morgan compound. The larger house next door is the Morgans private residence.
Janice loves school because there are other kids there, her friends. She opened the electronic door and held it for me. She ran right to Lorain.
Lorain’s the Morgan family’s personal trainer. I know Lorain’s madly in love with the big boss, Tom Morgan. She lives in the big house next door, so I assume she is another of Tom’s ‘live-in’ ladies. They are all ladies in every sense of the word. All gorgeous, well-spoken, and always dressed classily.
Every one of them is sweet and gorgeous. Tom has women of many races and nationalities - and all of them are stunning and perfect.
Tom has been away lately. He drops in occasionally. His women don’t seem to mind his outside interests and occasional shenanigans.
Lorain, their personal trainer, claims she’s nineteen; she looks much younger. In her workout gear, you can see she has a perfectly defined, ultra-feminine body. She likes to wear skin-tight workout clothes. They clearly show a pronounced cleft between her legs and ass cheeks. She usually sports quite a camel toe. You can see every bit of her breasts. When her areola gets excited, you see the outer bumps and nipples plainly.
Lorain’s pronounced camel toe leaves nothing to Al’s imagination. It’s obvious Lorain is hairless on her pudenda. Lorain rains daily kisses and hugs on Al. She giggles when she gets him excited.
When Lorain works out, her armpits and her pussy cleft get damp. It releases a cloud of hormones from Lorain. To anyone with a pair of balls, it can make you ache. Lorain’s hormones drive Al nuts. He has to wear tight skivvies to maintain good order and discipline downstairs.
Lorain is a very affectionate girl, and as usual, I get a kiss and a hug as I get near her. It’s not a sexual in nature hug for her, but she is so enticingly sexy, it’s a natural reaction. Lorain can’t help it.
Lorain exudes sexiness and can’t seem to help it. When I get home tonight, I will pound my missus into the mattress. The lucky woman.
Lorain stood back, and I looked down at Janice. Lorain’s a tiny gal and barely five feet tall. I doubt she weighs a hundred pounds, but she’s as solid as she is feminine, and she feels exquisite against me.
I licked her kiss off my lips, feeling the tingle. Anytime she kissed me, I felt that tingle. That’s odd but in a good way.
I went through the garage and pulled the family minibus out. It holds 24 passengers. Soon, Connie and Jenny, the senior Morgan wives, will be here, and all the school kids will load up, too. The kids are headed for the Gym. Connie and Jenny are going to work.
Jenny Alba had changed her last name to Morgan. Lorain had not done that, but I knew she was a Tom Morgan’s woman nonetheless. Anytime I saw Tom with one of his ladies, he was touching them possessively. He lets them know they are his women every chance he gets. I would too!
I still remember my morning kiss from Lorain. I had suspicions there was a reason for her daily kisses. I’m too old for her, and it’s just suspicious that she kisses me as she does, but she kisses everyone that way. She has never missed a day kissing me. God, that girl makes my balls ache.
I got everyone situated on the bus and belted in. The kids are in the back, and the women are in front, near the front seat or on it. I was soon driving us to the Gym. The Gym’s reserved for us from six a.m. until seven. The door only lets us in during that time. We have a special code for the door.
Elliot Ford’s employees and Morgan Auto Group (MAG) employees can also use the building. They can use it the rest of the time, day or night, 23/7 - 365 days a year.
We entered, and the boys and I went upstairs. We, males, did a modified Marine PT. We ran an easy three kilometers and did 25 scrunches, 25 push-ups, and as many pull-ups as we could.
Some of the boys lifted weights. You may think that was rough on the boys, but boys can easily do that with a few weeks of training. I don’t need to push them; their competitive nature pushes them naturally. If anything, I have to tone down their exuberance. They have a blast working their bodies, as young males should. They laugh and enjoy the workout. These boys look nothing like the other guys their age in Florida.
I like working with the boys. I know in my heart of hearts that each of them will all grow up to be productive members of society. They will have great careers.
Physical fitness creates a body that performs better. Even better, it creates a sharp, clear mind. We, Marines, understand that. We are the pointed end of the stick, after all. That edge is very important in combat.
Every one of these kids are achievers, the girls as well as the boys. There was little grab ass or teasing. They got along unbelievably well and were all healthy as can be.
Since I started at the Morgan house, I felt and looked much younger. I still had salt and pepper in my sideburns. My body aches and pains from my time in the corps are a thing of the past.
The running track upstairs is unisex. In the middle is a half-size basketball court.
The downstairs workout area is split into two areas. They each have different types of equipment. Men have an area with equipment for arm and muscle workouts. There are several jogging and cycling machines. The women have a dedicated aerobics parlor through a double door.
Lorain teaches aerobics. I teach the boys how to toughen up enough to become a Marine or a Soldier. I tried aerobics once, and Lorain about killed me. I’d rather do an hour of hard calisthenics than five minutes of aerobics with the tiny girl-woman. That’s even with how cute she is. Then there’s that camel toe and her scent, which drives me nuts.
After we finished, the women and kids trooped to the bus, and I drove us back to the Morgan Spread. We all scattered to clean up and get ready for the day.
I had a shower in my office where the original house’s pool equipment used to be.
I changed clothes and put back on my Remington Recon Commander Double Stack 1911. It holds 16 shots in 45 caliber. It’s fat sitting low under my armpit, but it will do the job. I particularly like the 5-inch barrel.
Mine has been adjusted for accuracy, and the trigger pull has been reduced to 4 pounds. I get as much free ammo from the range where I have a free membership, thanks to the Morgans.
The Compound security office has all the cameras on two giant wall T.V.’s. The downstairs school areas were displayed on a single monitor. The compound’s exterior was displayed on the other monitor. It has an AI that notifies me in the room or on my phone when something is not normal.
That AI is uncanny. It even talks verbally with me in plain English. It has better diction than most human people. It’s generally addressed as ‘House,’ as if it were an actual person. I knew deep down this was not normal tech. Mr. Morgan knows somebody somewhere.
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