Chapter 1

The next day on the huge spaceship Home (night and day determined by the courtyard dimming into darkness, the paths lit automatically when it’s night) Emily and I headed up to the bridge with the others, taking over some of the automatic functioning the ship had been running on. The old man had us immediately heading towards Jupiter. This surprised Emily sort of and she requested a meeting with Jock. He had an office amongst several that lined the bridge, including one shared by Marty and I, our sort of captain’s cabin.

When she returned, she told me, “I guess my mystery series has ended abruptly.”

“Not what was agreed,” I said.

“Nope.”

“What do you think it means?”

“According to Jock there’s no reason to terry behind the moon. We’ve trained enough, even it was pure simulation.”

“What do you think?” I repeated.

“That this is the only lifeboat earth will ever have.”

“The ugly tentacle creatures are coming.”

“Yep. If the plan to unite with other aliens to defeat them even actually existed, it would be too late.”

“Or we’re urgently heading to meet them. Supposedly the asteroid metal technology keeps us invisible to the aliens, so what else would make it urgent?”

“I hope you’re right, but it could be we’re not meant to witness earth’s destruction.”

“So this is an ark,” I postulated.

“Two of each creature at the genetic level,” Emily nodded. “Although we’d have to engineer diversity.”

“I suppose. And why not be up front about it?”

“Panic? People wanting more than just themselves joining us? Family. Lovers.”

“Feeling hopeless as opposed to hopeful,” I added.

“Shit,” said Tex nearby us.

“Nothing’s certain,” I said.

“It’s Emily we’re talking about,” he muttered.

We let the conversation go, concentrating on flying the ship, although there wasn’t much to concentrate on. Perhaps to distract us, Jock had me shift direction of our travel to an asteroid, which, at the end of my shift we targeted, blew up a small part of it with one of our many missiles and collected the debris. I had to hear Thad’s voice again as he captained the retrieval ship. Not long after, Marty took over captaining, her butch XO doing double duty as helms-person. As our tactician, Emily was irreplaceable and was essentially available on call twenty four hours a day.

At the moment of the switch she was in the bridge office of Martha, Jock’s wife whom Emily worked with on the android translator whom they were also attempting to train as a tactician at the extraordinary level of Emily, though that hadn’t been all that successful yet. I basically knocked on the door, although it was my voice rather than my fist doing the knocking.

The door slid open, no woosh. The late middle aged blonde woman, still attractive, stood on the other side of the door with Emily. “Come on, Joe, Tex,” said Emily. “We have a meeting.”

Tex and I followed the two ladies to the last office door, which turned out to be a fairly large conference room. As we stepped in, the last of the first generation cabal entered from a back door. “There’s a corridor at the back,” Emily explained. “The first generation have their own private elevator to access it, and all their offices have the back entrance.”

Cabal indeed.

“Sit everyone,” Jock commanded calmly.

Emily squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring half smile.

We sat at a gray oblong table with space at one end so that everyone could view a large monitor. The room darkened so we could see the images better. A Chinese man, looking to be the youngest of the first generation, known as Chewy for some reason, the computer genius, worked the keyboard and mouse beside Jock who of course sat at the head of the table.

“Of course it was Emily who voiced her concerns,” Jock started. “And now that we’re finally home, it’s time to finally answer them. We’re here,” he stated, and the screen showed a partial view of the solar system including earth. At the center, a thick long cylinder pulsed between sky blue and a yellowish green. The pulse remained, becoming much smaller but detectable when the view panned out, until the sun was the thing that pulsed and other stars with planets appeared. A flotilla of really ugly ships appeared, at center an especially large and ugly one and three other smaller ones surrounded it. “The enemy approaches,” said Jock.

“Looks like an aircraft carrier surrounded by battleships,” said Emily.

“And that’s exactly right,” Jock agreed. “The central ship houses the scout ships sent to reconnaissance the target. According to our allies, those small ships have been launched and headed our way. Their mission is to seek out vulnerabilities, and when the larger ships come close enough to attack, take out anything that might be defensive.”

“At least we learned from Pearl Harbor not to put everything in one basket,” I said.

“Except our defenses,” Emily pointed out, “our mutually assured destruction is still pointed at each other and not some threat from space.”

“Can they target things beyond our planet?” I asked.

“Not effectively,” said Roger, a retired army colonel who had once had a significant role in Army Intelligence and liaisons with other intelligence services like the NSA and the CIA. About the same age as Jock, he’d obviously been recruited for this very situation. Emily had told me about him, tall and formerly slim but age had thickened him considerably, and found him an interesting foil both in games like chess and go and in strategies. As a strategist, he was the closest to Emily that she’d ever met. They had frequent conversations with him often visiting when she worked with Martha on the android, Emily speculating that he and Jock swapped wives, Roger’s an elegant woman, also tall though remaining mostly thin, from a Boston Brahmin family, though often enough the two would continue their conversations after her work with Martha ended.

Roger continued, “Launching from earth will make the missiles vulnerable to being destroyed. Ideally platforms built outside the atmosphere would have been far more effective, but of course politically that would have been impossible.”

“People would think they would be aimed at us,” Emily nodded.

“Or at our enemy,” Roger added.

“Even if they knew of the tentacle monsters,” I said.

“A conversation we’ve had many times,” Jock shook his head. “Both internally, in our own heads, and with each other.”

“How long have you known?” Emily asked.

“Since first contact,” said Jock. “The timing became clearer later on. I knew we needed to build this ship, I just didn’t know if we’d be the refugees of a dead planet or...”

“We might have a fighting chance,” Emily completed the idea. “Do we?”

“The only chance earth has,” Roger said, frustration apparent.

“Too many secrets?” I asked.

“My career has been about secrets as has Jock’s,” Roger answered. “Bottom line, we couldn’t find all the right people to be truthful with.”

“The more the imminent destruction became known by more and more people,” Jock explained, “the more all the worst scenarios would happen. Panic.”

“Presumptive missile strikes,” Roger added.

“In the end the Brain Trust could be kept secret being a singular unit. We could build this ship, populate it with the best and brightest both to sustain the best and brightest of human capabilities, and...”

“Build the missile platform needed,” Emily finished, “and to have it strategized and manned for full effectiveness.”

“Invisibility being the greatest advantage,” Jock explained. “Both the cloaking ability of the asteroid metal and our imperceptible propulsion technology. Soundless and without heat. We’ll capture gasses of Jupiter to fully fuel the engine, and, once we escape the solar system, other gas giants in other systems will keep us tapped up so to speak. Speaking of which, our allies who mapped those planets are the final piece to successfully saving Earth. The view on the monitor is from them. If we destroy the scout ships, others will be launched, and I mean a great many more since Earth has shown a capability for defense.”

“The allies need to be close to the enemy flotilla,” Emily realized.

“Exactly,” said Jock.

“But haven’t our intelligence on the tentacle creatures come from our allies attacking their scout ships?” I asked.

“Scout ships are like speedboats compared to a cruise ship or more appropriately an aircraft carrier for the allies and the tentacle creatures,” Jock explained. “A lot of our allies, in fact most of them, are like us, arks from destroyed worlds, although hopefully that won’t be our outcome. The small vessels have their speed, but have little to effect any real military aggression, mostly small against small, and also have little room to sustain themselves long term, whether food or fuel, so it’s attack or gain intelligence and retreat back to the home ship. At the same time one of the benefits of the alliance has been a sharing of technology which has enabled a greater speed for those arks.”

“Catching up to the enemy,” Emily again filled in.

“Exactly. Right now we wait, collect fuel from Jupiter, perhaps visit a moon. We attack the scout ships without our allies in position only when necessary, when those ships decide to make their first attacks on earth’s vulnerabilities.”

“How long does it take them to figure that out?” I asked.

“Not long. Just a few hours. But we’ll know when they move into orbit.”

“How many?” Emily asked.

“Just two thankfully. We’re prepared for two.”

“Including Thad piloting one ship,” I said.

“A way to channel his aggression and use his abilities,” Jock replied unapologetically. “I need you, Emily, to accompany Angela to the second ship (Angela being the second, butch XO) which she’ll pilot and you’ll operate the battle station as well as communicating tactics to Thad and Joan, his missiles operator.”

“The simulator you had me practice on most,” Emily nodded. “Will Thad listen to me?”

“He’s learned to respect your decision above all others,” Jock insisted.

“More simulations with an unknown agenda,” Emily realized.

“Exactly. It took several repeated defeats from his decisions compared to successes of yours, for obvious reasons with you unaware of Thad’s involvement, to accept and trust your orders. He really has learned to respect you, and Joan will make sure he doesn’t slide.”

“And how would she do that?” Emily asked.

“She’d have his balls for dinner if he didn’t,” Roger laughed.

“Sounds like he finally met his match,” Emily smirked.

“You could say that,” Roger commented. “I should warn you, I think she’s got a bit of a crush on you.”

“Warn me?”

We discovered why when Emily and I accompanied Angela to the recreation floor, the second of two, the one for the physical rather than the more mental or aesthetic which held performance spaces, practice rooms and galleries. This one had various courts, tennis and basketball, a patch of grass for soccer, a jogging track surrounding the larger central space, and rooms for training, working out and so forth. Angela led us to one in which a mat covered the entire floor. There we witnessed a tall woman, nearly Thad’s height, send Thad to the floor onto his front and held him there with an arm bent back, his other hand slapping the mat.

Both were dressed in protective gear, light padding, gloved hands and soft head gear like what boxers wore in practices.

The woman stood facing us, whipping off the head gear, revealing a halo of blonde hair, matted down with sweat, no more than a couple inches long. She headed straight for Emily, her mouth stretched in a wide smile, pulling off the padding from her torso revealing a sports bra covering moderately sized breasts, the evenly tanned skin shiny, slipping out of her booties with her padded pants following, revealing tight fitting shorts, Lycra like the bra, by then right in front of Emily whom she embraced and kissed.

She was gorgeous, model material. In fact she could easily be a model for one of those fitness magazines with a ripped woman dressed the way she was dressed at the moment. Inches taller than Emily, she lifted my lover by her ass, Emily reacting by enveloping Joan’s rock hard ass with her legs. Joan must have been an amazing kisser.

“What the fuck,” Thad muttered while slowly standing.

That seemed to signal the end of the kiss, Joan letting go and Emily slipping back onto her feet. “You got nothing to say about this,” Joan practically growled in lower pitched feminine voice, the accent I figured to be Midwestern, a tough urban sound, probably Chicago. “You wanted to rape this lovely woman. No joining us because of it. You must be Joe,” she smiled at me.

“I am.”

“You’re definitely invited,” she crooned, her lengthy hand sweeping down my shoulder and moving to my groin. “Not in bad shape, and I like my men tall,” she gave my penis a pinch before letting go. “How’s Stan, Angela?”

“He’s lovely,” Angela reported.

“Still insisting you’re not a dyke?”

“I’d know by now by all the times I’ve been hit on. Besides, if I wanted women, you’d probably be first I’d consider.”

“True,” Joan chuckled, giving Angela a kiss on the cheek. “Come on Dog Boy. Let’s go freshen up for the meeting. The locker room in half an hour?”

“That’s the plan,” said Angela.

“I like your smell,” Emily admitted.

“Thanks, beautiful,” Joan chuckled. “But you wouldn’t want me to chafe, would you?”

“I suppose not.”

“Besides I get to get naked with a man, making it a lot easier to sate my need after finally getting to meet you.”

We watched the two disappear through a side door.

“Half an hour?” asked Emily. “Should be enough time. Come on Joe. You want to watch, Angela?”

“That’s okay,” Angela blushed. “I’ll meet you in the locker room.”

“The one above the dock?”

“Yes.”

Emily pulled me out of the training room to the elevator and we rose to our resident floor, kissing and embracing before she pulled me to our house and into our bed, clothes flung aside along the way. She awaited me naked on her back, legs spread by the time I removed the last of my clothing and climbed between them. A brief taste revealed her hot wet need, and she insisted, “Just fuck me, tall guy.”

Laughing, my cock hard and ready, building from the thickening seeing Joan strip, more so witnessing the hot kiss, I placed my glans where she needed it and our opposing thrusts sent it fully inside. “Yes,” she exclaimed.

Her gasps and verbal expressions continued through the several hard steady thrusts we both engineered, leaving me to work her breasts with my mouth to keep her air passage free. Her upward thrusts quickened the fucking, working her to her first orgasm which arrived as quickly as any had, and my fucking continued through it until she once more joined me in combined movement, working to the next. Somehow I sustained the fucking through her second peak, though I felt like my climax approached.

“Going to cum,” I warned her when she recommenced the counter thrusts.

“Keep fucking me,” she insisted ambiguously.

I interpreted it by speeding up and keeping close in, giving the last bit of friction needed, and it seemed to be right because she stiffened and arched, her fingers reaching down to rub herself, and moments after my release could no longer be contained, she achieved her strongest climax yet, our pubic bones rubbing while we writhed in absolute pleasure.

Sharing a brief shower, we dressed in civvies, me somewhat proper looking in black slacks and white button down shirt and Emily much more casually and sexily in a light green summer weight cotton dress reaching her knees and setting off her eyes and contrasting with her strawberry blonde hair, no bra stilling her breasts. We actually wore uniforms on duty, though without insignias, color coded for our place: the bridge crew wearing navy blue pocketed shirts and matching slacks; the support staff, including computer techs, providers of meals and secretarial, really recorders and providers of information wearing a lighter blue; engineering in brown; agriculture and ranching in green. The simplicity of the outfits kept us geniuses from objecting.

Like Emily and I, and unlike Angela, Thad and Joan, looked sated. We sat in a room beside the lockers similar though much smaller than the meeting room off the bridge in which the first generation had informed us of our situation. A similar, smaller monitor attached to the wall operated by a second generation Chinese woman, in fact the daughter of Chewy, cute despite her serious demeanor, named Mei.

The image on the monitor repeated the one on the previous screen showing our enemy, their ugly evil looking ships larger, though probably not as significantly as it seemed, taken from the armada of the allies.

“For now,” Mei explained, “this will be your home, this and the multiuse ships on which you will practice until we resolve the crisis one way or the other. Think of it as a firehouse with the quickest access to your firetrucks. Each couple will be provided with a room similar to a motel room with bed and bathroom and not much else. You can invite Stan down here, Angela, and he will be joining you later if we explore a moon of Jupiter because of his expertise as an exogeologist. Food is provided here. As you can see there’s a fridge, microwave and sink. This is your common area.”

“How long are we talking about?” Emily asked.

“At least three days because it will take at least that long for the enemy scout ships to take position nearest Earth once they’re launched from their mothership. You understand the longer the better?”

“Yes of course.”

“Why exactly is Joe here?” Thad muttered. “Unless Emily needs her hand held.”

“You threatened to rape her, asshole,” I couldn’t help saying. “But that’s not why I’m here exactly, is it Mei?”

“No, though it’s a part of it, because Emily has felt you to be a threat since the beginning,” Mei answered.

“And not mistakenly,” Joan growled.

“No, and to be plain both her and Joe would have preferred you’d be ejected from the program.”

“For good reason,” I agreed.

“But your father still needed you for your pilot abilities and your aggressiveness,” Mei added.

“And he found your match in me,” Joan smirked. “To channel your threat to the females of the world. To play out your sick fantasies and for me to play out mine with you, right Thad?”

“Whatever,” Thad muttered.

“You know you love me,” Joan chuckled.

“I don’t think he’s capable of love,” I said.

“And you think I am Joe? Great sex, yes, but love? I can demonstrate if you like.”

“Yes please,” said Emily who seemed to be infatuated by the tall, gorgeous hard body woman.

“What about Thad?” I asked.

“The door won’t allow him in, will it Mei?”

“No,” said Mei.

“I’ll show you your quarters if we’re free to go.”

“Yes, but both Emily and Angela should get in some practice flying soon.”

“I’ll try not to tucker her out too much,” Joan grinned. “Come on, beautiful.”

Joan stood and took Emily’s hand practically pulling her from her seat. I followed them out of the conference room watching the tight shifting leather of Joan’s pants. She wore a matching boustier with plenty of flesh between its bottom and the top of her pants showing her six-pack belly. Joan had no problem showing off her sexiness.

A corridor behind a row of lockers had several doors. The two ladies stopped in front of the third one. The door opened for Emily, and even before I closed it behind me, Joan had lifted Emily up and dumped her on the bed. “Love the dress,” Joan purred, her head sliding beneath the hem. Panties got flung away and Emily soon groaned her pleasure.

“Wait,” Emily moaned. “I want to explore your exquisite body.”

“Later,” Joan insisted, immediately going back on attack.

The way she swayed her meaty ass clued me into what she wanted, and I climbed behind her and wrestled with the tight leather to remove it and the damp thong beneath it before giving Joan what Joan was giving Emily, lapping her plentiful, musky nectar, my tongue sweeping across her surprisingly tiny clit. I barely heard Joan’s hums of pleasure beneath Emily extremely appreciative moans.

Intending to tease out the largest orgasm became difficult because I had a hard time gauging her pleasure, her excited hums muffled, and I had a feeling once Joan gave Emily her orgasm Emily would most likely want to change things up. So when Joan’s cunnilingus succeeded, I shifted around so that my head slid between Joan’s muscular thighs and my mouth could suck directly on her clit while my tongue dabbed against it. It worked, swiftly causing her legs to crush against my head, for the first time with her strength making me worry, but she eased back soon enough, a combination of Emily’s coaxing and her own intense cumming sending her onto her back.

Emily, after removing her dress, went on attack, making quick work of the complexity of Joan’s bustier before kissing her and caressing the exposed b cup tits. Meanwhile I worked below after removing my clothes, kissing and caressing her firm legs, my caresses actually deep and massaging which Joan seemed to appreciate, though between my work and Emily’s on Joan’s nipples it would be hard to judge who did more or if it was an equal combination.

Eventually my tongue returned to her pussy, and I managed to delay things much longer so that by the time I sent her over with an even more intense cum, Emily had joined my there, her and my tongue lapping top and bottom of her clit.

The pleasure caused Joan to curl into the fetal position, shivering, and when she managed to release it she shifted back to the earliest configuration of face low and ass high, the waving I knew inviting me to finally fuck her which I did, finding her tighter than expected as well as exceptionally talented with her Kegel movement so that it almost felt like virgin territory.

And it was the tightness along with the movement of the muscles which sent me over quicker than I wanted, not surprising added to by the delay and her extraordinary beauty and body, but it also enabled me to not shrink to flaccid, instead growing stiff again and continuing the fuck as fast and hard as ever.

Joan resumed her cunnilingus on Emily, this time with Emily managing to slip beneath her and, though not able to return the favor having my rapid and almost violent thrusts putting my pelvis in the way, bringing fingers stroking Joan’s clit, her other hand reaching back to pull on Joan’s rigid nipples. My fucking distracted at least a couple times with orgasms Joan’s attention to Emily’s pussy, Emily cresting moments before even quicker strokes into Joan’s pussy sent me over, and the distraction of Joan became no longer an issue when she joined me.

Relaxing after, Joan on her back with Emily and I on our sides surrounding her, taking in her exquisite face and body, sharing kisses of her between us, it didn’t surprise me what with her obvious athleticism that Joan was first to move towards our next bout, shifting down to enclose my flaccid penis in her mouth, her energetic sucking getting me hard quickly. She used her success as the flesh she rode, slowly at first, her Kegel action once more doing wonders. Emily made use of my lips and tongue to pleasure her pussy, the two leaning into each other obviously kissing and caressing, including each other’s clits since I felt fingers against my sliding cock and in front of my lips.

Joan became much more frantic, obviously rising to her next climax, and once she did, her tight, shivering, pulsing vagina doing all it could to milk my semen and not succeeding, she toppled aside and Emily moved onto her back, legs wide, invitation clear, and my Joan wetted cock slid in easily. Both of us excited, we bounced against each other with rapid precision, my lips nipping at her nipples and her fingers rubbing her clit, until rising to climax we became chaotic, lost in intense pleasure, pressing deep and writhing when our orgasms seemed to coalesce into one giant one.