Chapter 8

The all-female crew that flew to the ugly enemy’s captured ship using the Blue’s shuttle had all been my lovers. Emily and Joan represented the humans, Joan coming along to look over Sneel’s shoulder, sort of, learning the driving of the craft, Pep crafting a translated monitor, English instead of whatever the Blue had chosen for their particular “universal” language (as in the Home choosing English because of Jock and the program being centered in Denver). Joan was left on board while the rest of the crew entered the ship via a passage created by the shuttle having the ability to chemically penetrate the hull.

It seemed the Blue had their own pirate history boarding enemy ships and being quite good at it. Just as humans had, they had been conquerors, and like the Mipplee not just on their native planet. Four planets in fact, centuries apart in travel, had been “pacified” by the Blue, but instead of that being a euphemism of complete inhalation or subjugation, there’d been truth to the root meaning of peace. They felt they truly made those planets better technologically and culturally, winning hearts and minds justifiably, though vicious punishment came to those who wished to continue their warlike ways. Unlike the Grem, they believed the transmission and had built an arc, filled, like Home, with the best and brightest, but not secretly. In fact it could be said that the Blue were the least selfish of the allied aliens. As far as the Blue on their arc knew, and distance had made it impossible to know, their planets remained intact! They heard about the ugly enemy and decided to help the less fortunate. Of course they also got to explore on the lengthy journey. And with those distant planets of theirs, they’d become adept at cryogenics. Sneel and Kreel had brought their own chamber onto Home along with two more frozen Blue to be unfrozen at a later date.

Though one would think it to be an oxymoron, pacifistic conquerors, their history gleaned from their computer memories seemed to bear that out, and, perhaps most importantly, Emily believed they could be trusted.

Emily became my view onto the enemy ship. Both she and Pep wore the cumbersome human space suits because it could withstand worse things than the Ag suit, but Sneel had her own which probably was even more resilient. While Sneel collected the grotesque remains of a couple of the creatures, Pep found her way into the memory of the ship, the two previous scout endeavors guiding her to its source. Emily was there essentially to document the encounter, what Pep and Sneel did, but also to explore the large war ship. She spent the most time in the bridge because of navigational equipment there, but soon traveled its corridors and compartments. But moving to other levels on the ship proved problematic.

“When we’re done here,” said Pep, “we can use the shuttle to penetrate other levels.”

“Perhaps we only need to view the engine,” a translated voice recommended. All allies viewed this encounter.

“We’ll do that,” Emily agreed, “But I’d also like to view their cabins where they stayed.”

“I’d also like to see their public space, their cafeteria at least,” I heard Amira’s voice.

“Good idea,” said Emily.

Each explorer brought explosives and they’d set them wherever they went, making sure the ship was thoroughly destroyed once done with it.

Pep took the most time, retrieving memory from whatever the Uglies used as computers so Sneel helped Emily explore. A corner square in my monitor showed Sneel’s view.

When Pep finished, they headed back to the shuttle, where, after Sneel had the connecting bridge withdrawn, she became a copilot for the brilliant, fast-learning Joan, just in case Joan steered things awry.

Joan did well attaching to the engine room and penetrating the hull there allowing the three to shoot images of the engine and its controls. A level with sleeping compartments followed, remarkably small with only space to recline really, and then the common area level. Sneel took samples of the food and beverages while the others showed the spaces and equipment. The greatest open space, where presumably they ate, reminded me of a huge classroom with desks instead of the usual tables and chairs I expected. I noticed two large speakers which the “desks” all faced, telling me it must have doubled as an actual classroom. “Is there any stash of videos or something?” I asked. “Or playback equipment?”

Both Emily and I noticed a sort of credenza in the front corner since she headed for it. “The machine looks to be stuck into the credenza,” she said while collecting small round objects.

“Let me,” said Sneel, withdrawing what looked like a combination power screwdriver and knife, essentially a blade attached to a sort of battery pack, the blade a silver blue. It glowed when she turned the contraption on and easily sliced around the player, freeing it from its attachment.

“If this is some sort of classroom...,” I started.

“Then the hive mind theory is less likely,” Emily finished.

“Hopefully,” Pep added.

They finished up and returned to the shuttle, Joan piloting them back to Home, which I had steer away, giving distance from the explosion, and when sufficient enough, I ordered Emily to press the button. All of us, humans and alien allies, watched it implode.

Home became headquarters of analysis of all the data that had been captured, but was shared with all the other allies in proximity. The water based aliens were absent, already headed for the human’s home solar system, soon to be their own. Emily and Pep worked with the AI Emily and Martha had been working on to enable translation of the computer data Pep had copied. James and John, the second generation twins would come in once the translation had finished. Greg, along with a Blue and an Ag on their own ships who shared his nerdish obsession with gadgets worked on the playback machine. Both these operations happened in an acoustic chamber which Greg, wearing heavy-duty headphones, shared with the AI who wouldn’t be impacted by the essentially visceral communication the evil aliens used.

Both the African and the Persian worked on the corpses of the grotesque creatures, sharing their examinations with the other experts on biology on the allied ships.

Amira shared her studies of the nutritional material similarly with her equals in other arcs, as did the ex-stripper and a current lover of mine, Josepha, and a couple of other humans and allied alien mechanical engineers studying the motor.

And I waited along with my alien equals commanding their ships for the information we needed to determine if other evil alien armadas existed, and probably most importantly, where their home planet might be.

There was a homecoming before all that discovery could begin, a celebration if you will of a successful mission. Of course Josh had built an orgy room. Having Tex and Marty break us once more, I invited Angela to the celebration, but she had to wait in joining us.

Because it began with the four females on the mission and me. Emily claimed it had been Joan’s idea until I reminded her that she had the coding for individual communication, so she more likely started it.

“You going to fuck us or be a smartass,” she returned.

I laughed.

She “requested” me to invite others to join us after an hour or so in their own time, which included Angela, thus me having her relieved, and included all those who would be included in the examination of the data and their significant others. “And you’ll be needing one of those little blue pills,” she added. I sent Angela to communicate the request to those listed before joining the four intrepid females.

Joan may not have been the one who initiated the idea, but she seemed the most needy when I arrived. All four naked in the huge bed, Joan took center, her pussy lapped by Emily, the other two leisurely playing with each other and watching. Those two, Pep and Sneel, stripped me of my clothes and shared sucking me to full erection. Not taking all that long, they returned to watching and caressing each other while I replaced Emily between Joan’s long, strong legs, this time cock first, Emily leading me into utter wetness.

“Yes!” Joan exclaimed, those strong legs embracing my thighs, pulling my cock fully into her. Her arms embraced me as well, and our lips met. Beside us, three spoons, Sneel in front with Pep behind her and Emily at the back caressing and watching.

It began with a grind, pubic bone against pubic bone, until Joan loosened her grip and I began the withdrawal and pushing in of fucking, but slow and closer to lovemaking.

The kiss ended about the same time the thrusting began, and the two of us just gazed into each other’s eyes, my eyes appreciating the beauty of this intense blonde. Just thrusts and gazes.

It was a gradual build of speed, though the thrusts remained hard from the beginning with more grinding at impact, but there was less of that with the quickening of my thrusts. Eventually, inevitably, it became hard and fast, both of us losing ourselves to the friction, the gaze becoming secondary and soon ending with my mouth attaching to her nipples.

Towards the end I was on my knees, lifting her and penetrating her high, rubbing her g spot. And then we finished with me pile driving down into her, practically bouncing atop her, her keening her orgasm and me soon grunting mine, pressed deep and again grinding against her.

Separating I discovered I was still hard! So Emily took her place and had Pep sit on her face. Beside us, remarkably, Sneel ate out my bittersweet and slimy cream from Joan’s cunt, and after Joan came again, she had Sneel form a sixty-nine. Meanwhile I kept fucking my first love through two orgasms, and Emily gave Pep one, before they switched and Pep lifted her ass high for me to fuck her from behind. Several cums later for both Emily and Pep, I finally released a load inside the excited alien.

My cock did dwindle, but only halfway, and Sneel leaped at the chance to make me fully hard with her new skills, Joan shifting over for more cunnilingus, this time from me.

Once hard enough, with the blue beauty spread before me, Joan giving her room after another orgasm, Sneel seemingly timing for that, I entered her slowly.

“Fuck me deep,” Sneel insisted. More seizures happened, Emily explaining things to Joan, before Sneel achieved one of her full seizure climaxes.

By then we had more company. Hannah and Josepha took control of my body. I worried that Josepha might not be ready enough when she sank down on me, but she definitely was.

“How...?” I asked the full-bodied blonde.

“We watched and then Emily helped with her tongue,” Josepha giggled.

My tongue soon embedded in the full-bodied Jewess’s pussy.

I wasn’t cumming soon, and Josepha had enough after three orgasms, so Hannah replaced her, and a petite minx, Lana, my former student who’d had a crush on me, requited later, became the recipient of my tiring tongue. It became a revolving process after that, the woman I sucked fucked me and a new pussy hovered over my mouth. Amira, whom I finally ejaculated into during her third orgasm, and then the tall second generation Joni Mitchell look alike, Amy, sucking me back to life before fucking me, and finally Emily finishing things up, just her and me this time, both exhausted but still profoundly loving.

I had no idea what happened around me except for recognizable voices: Greg for one and the tall nerd twins and Lana’s identical twin sister Lena and Angela along with her significant other, Stan. I saw the male blue when I finally could see, wondering about the reactions from his tentacled or barbed penis left alone at the moment since everyone seemed to reach saturation by the time my last bit of cum entered, perhaps the most interesting culmination being the two Ags cuddled close to Angela and Stan.

Sated and rested, everyone went to work.

“Bad news,” Emily finally reported a couple days later. “No home planet for the Uglies, destroyed by their own unregulated squander, and one more Armada.”

“Any good news?” I asked.

“Yes. The Blue can make us fly faster. It seems Kreel is one of their best engineers. And we have our direction. The Uglies are heading their way.”

“They seem the most sophisticated in battle,” I pointed out.

“If you wish, our arc can go back independently,” Sneel offered. “That way we can reach close enough to communicate to our planets what we learned.”

“No,” said Emily. “We’ll need your help defeating the other armada.”

“I agree,” I said, as if that mattered. I may have taken command of the Home, but Emily had proven herself to be the allied commander.

“Thanks,” said Sneel. “We can steer you to potential refueling planets along the way.”

“Even better,” said Emily. “Let’s scoop up some of Jupiter’s gases and head out.”