Quaranteam
Copyright© 2026 by CorruptingPower
Chapter 9
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9 - When a global pandemic begins to wipe out all the men on the planet, a C-list fantasy author stumbles into a government research program designed to help keep men alive by partnering them up with as many women as possible.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Mult Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Squirting Politics
August 26th, 2020
The next day Andy was struggling to figure out a plan. He’d been running it around in his head for hours, trying to see some easy way through this, but he kept coming back to the same inevitable point – he needed Phil’s help.
God, he was tired of having to ask Phil for help.
“You’re vexed, Andy,” Niko said to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.
He’d been sitting at his desk, and he looked back over his shoulder to her. “How can you tell?”
“You’ve been looking at that computer screen for almost an hour and haven’t typed a word, babe,” she said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. “That’s vexed. We haven’t been together long, but I recognize when you’re vexed. I do the same when I’m thinking very hard about something. I stare and I fret, while I’m vexed.”
“You seem rather like a badass, Niko. You sure you’re going to be okay, being saddled with a square like me?”
She laughed. He loved her laugh. It was a sound he was quickly becoming addicted to, confident and yet still somehow a little cheeky. “You’ve been keeping this house together despite all the chaos. That doesn’t seem like a square to me.”
“You know I’m like a dozen years your elder, right?”
“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” she replied with a wink. “So how can I help? What are you vexed by?”
“Last night, our little voyage out, we brought back a new girl for Eric. She’s Lily’s former roommate. She was supposed to be with someone else, but apparently the man she was paired up with has a history of domestic abuse, and so Lily insisted we rescue her and paired her up with Eric so no one could pull her away.”
He’d expected Niko to panic, but instead she was calm and rational, trying to help him figure out his next move. “So, you’re trying to figure out how to tell the government about how she’s paired up with someone different? It’s one girl, Andy, in the middle of all this fucking chaos. What makes you think they’re even going to notice?”
“She’s a weather reporter on one of the local news stations, so people are definitely going to notice. I think I’ve got a solution, but I just hate to do it. I feel like I’m always leaning on this particular friend to help us out.”
“Oh? Someone you’ve told me about?”
“Phil. I’ve mentioned him. In fact, you should probably meet Phil. I’m just tired of constantly asking him for help.”
“Do you really ask him for help a bunch, or does it just feel like it and you’re overreacting out of misplaced guilt and unreasonably high self-expectations?” she grinned.
“Probably the latter, but it doesn’t always feel like that.” Andy grabbed his phone and loaded up the Signal messenger app. He and Phil used it to keep their communications private. -Meet up in an hour at the usual spot?-
Almost immediately he got a response. -Make it 2.-
“Okay, looks like I’ve got a meeting set up. Phil’s been our man on the inside for this whole pandemic. He works for a company that contracts for the military, and while he can’t tell us exact details about what’s going on, he can help paint in some of the corners. Phil’ll know how to get all this sorted out.”
“How long have you two known each other?”
“Nearly 20 years? He was one of the first friends I made after moving out here from Ohio. He’s good people. Why don’t you come with me?”
“Sure, lemme go throw some pants on.” During the particularly hot days in the condo, they as a collective often didn’t bother with pants.
A couple hours later, Andy and Niko had headed back to the park to meet up with Phil, who didn’t bring Audrey with him. He was wrapped head to toe, much like he was the last time, a mask over his face and goggles over his eyes, with a ballcap pulled down over his jet-black hair. Andy was dressed much the same. Niko didn’t feel the need to wear goggles, and had her hair drawn back into a ponytail. Phil kept a good distance from them, pushing his vape pen behind his mask to take a drag from it, then tugged the mask down briefly to blow out a cloud of vapor into the air. “So, what’s the 911 call about, Andy?”
“First, let me introduce you–”
“2nd Lieutenant Redwolf,” Phil said, cutting him off.
“Mr. Marcos,” Niko replied. “Didn’t know your name was Phil.”
“I’m surprised you even remember me, Redwolf. You were pretty out of it when I sort of nudged you towards Andy.”
Andy cocked his head. “You sent her my way?”
“She’s part of our tribe, Andy. Geek cred through and through, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have her kept in the family, so I just made a connection in the system. She had decent odds to end up with you anyway, but why take a chance, right?”
“Guess I owe you one then, Mr. Marcos,” Niko said.
Phil swiped his hand in the air. “Then I’ll call in that favor to insist you never, ever call me Mr. Marcos unless we’re at work. Deal?”
“I can make that promise.”
“This what you called me about, Andy?” Phil said, finally stepping a little further back, pulling off his mask so he could just continually draw from the vape pen.
“Nah. I’ve got a bigger problem. So, Eric’s picked up a runaway.”
Phil frowned a little bit, as if it had actually surprised him, and Phil notoriously hated surprises. “How do you mean?”
“So, Eric’s partner, Lily. She had a roommate before the whole pandemic, name of Jenny. Now apparently Jenny was set up with some guy.”
“That’s how it works, Andy.”
“I get that, Phil. But it turns out the guy she was set up with was some kind of domestic abuser.”
“Wait, what?” Phil scowled, looking even more out of sorts, if that seemed possible. “That sort of thing should’ve shown up before he got paired up with anyone.”
“I dunno. Maybe it didn’t get reported before, maybe this was his first time, and he was trying it on. But before Jenny could get imprinted on him, he tried to take a swing at her.”
“Fuck. She okay?”
“She’s got some self-defense training, so she got away from the guy unscathed and went into hiding.”
“You get the guy’s name?”
“I can have Eric send it to you. But that’s not the big concern. The big concern is that once we rescued her, she imprinted onto Eric. And she’s a talking head.”
“Shit,” Phil said, taking another drag. “News?”
“Weather.”
Phil swiped a hand back in the air again, all concerns suddenly dropping away like they were nothing. “Send me her name. I’ll get it taken care of. Don’t even trip about it. That’s the least of our problems right now.”
“Shit getting bad, sir, I mean Phil?” Niko asked.
“You have no idea.”
“How bad?” Andy asked.
“We’re looking at ten to twenty before it’s all done.”
“Ten to twenty million people dead? Jesus!”
“No, percent. We’re talking ten to twenty percent of America dead, mostly men. We’re guessing it’ll end up around sixty million dead before the vaccine’s in full effect in the middle of next year.” Phil took a heavy drag, and the news hung in the air like a guillotine’s blade, ready to whistle towards the earth at a moment’s notice. “The news is going to break any day now how fatal the new mutation of the virus is getting, and then everything’ll be crazy. The army’s going to be deployed here on US soil and martial law’s going to go into effect. President Pelosi’s at least been quick about it, and she’s bunkered down. News hasn’t broken yet, but the orange goombah died on the operating table a couple of hours ago. Looks like milquetoast will be next in a couple of days.”
“Forty or fifty million men dead? That’s nearly half of the male population!” Niko said. “How the hell are we going to recover from that?”
“We’re going to have to pair up a lot more women with the remaining men and encourage them to have a whole shitload of kids,” Phil sighed. “But even with that, it’s going to be a fucking mess for a generation. Which reminds me, when you go home, I want you to start packing up your things.”
“Packing?” Andy asked. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, start figuring out the absolute minimum you would need to take with you if you had to leave in a hurry, and then get anything that might take a few minutes packed up. Anything else, just have it at the ready.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Nah, but it wouldn’t hurt to be a little prepared.”
“What’s happening, Phil?”
“I can’t tell you that yet, but the world’s gonna keep on changing, and it doesn’t hurt to be ready for it.”
“Yeah, okay.” It annoyed the crap out of Andy how vague Phil had to be from time to time, even if he understood the reasons behind his cryptic demeanor.
“You’ll actually be very happy after it happens, man. Trust me.”
“If you say so.”
“Trust Big Daddy Phil.”
Andy rolled his eyes. “I trust you about as far as I can throw you, and that ain’t very far.”
“You’ll see.” His watch beeped and Phil turned it up to look at it. “I gotta get back into the office. Send me Eric’s new girl’s name and the guy she was supposed to be hooked up with, and I’ll make a few edits into the system.”
“You know Phil, there are days it feels like you’re seriously into some black bag shit.”
“Only some days?” Phil said, taking one final drag off his vape pen before blowing a huge cloud up and into the air. It smelled vaguely of cinnamon buns, Andy noted. “Then I gotta up my game again. I’ll see you soon, brother.” He pulled his mask back up and headed back to his car.
Andy and Niko watched him go, stretching out a little bit. “So, you worked with Phil, huh?” Andy asked her.
Her face scrunched up a little. “I was part of their security detail until I got exposed to the virus and then got quarantined. When the symptoms started to get severe, they paired us off as fast as they could. They were having trouble finding someone to match me with, based on my stated preferences before I got drugged.”
Andy smirked a little behind his mask. “I knew I wasn’t exactly what you were looking for.” He’d felt that Niko had been hiding something minor from him, and the fact that she’d originally described herself as a data analyst but now said she was part of a security detail might have figured into that, he suspected. He wouldn’t point out the discrepancy to her because he didn’t feel like it could possibly be important. He’d give her the same amount of leniency that he gave to Phil, which was to say quite a bit when it came to national security.
“You’re a little older than I initially wanted, Andy, but I don’t have any complaints now that I’m with you. I was also a bit leery about sharing a partner with anyone – a girl likes to feel special and unique, you know – but it seems like sharing partners is going to be SOP moving forward.”
“SOP?”
“Standard Operating Procedure. If Mr. Mar– if Phil’s right about those casualty numbers, they’re going to have to pair up a LOT of women to individual men. I bet you’re going to get a bunch more than just the one more you’re expecting.”
“Jesus, that’s a whole lot of personalities to keep in balance,” Andy grumbled. “I dunno if I’m up to that.”
“You don’t have to do it alone, stupidhead,” she teased. “You’ve got Ash and me to help manage the cavalcade of women you’re going to be saddled with. We’ll try and keep everyone from killing one another and manage your time, although we’re definitely going to have to continue getting you into better shape.”
“Lauren’s started in on that, but frankly, I probably need to eat better.”
“And cut down on the soda. You’ve got a full nest to look after.”
“This scares the shit out of me,” he sighed, leaning his back against a tree. “You know that, right? Suddenly being responsible for a bunch of other people? I got into writing to avoid any sort of real responsibility.”
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