Chapter 6: Ambassador

Friday, October 8, 2021

April Jennings felt more nervous than she had been at any time in her life. At this moment, she stood totally nude in front of hundreds of spectators. In addition to the spectators in the auditorium, large screens showed a group of highly decorated Gingravik.

This, April was told, was the Gingravik High Council and their guests, observing the ceremony from their home planet many lights years away. Along with them was a very large, highly decorated Gingravik – a being she knew was the Emperor. Next to him was another Gingravik, a female she knew was the Empress.

Even though April had grown used to public nudity, she never once thought she would be so exposed in front of so many people at one time. And she certainly never expected to be completely naked in front of an audience of such high-ranking extra-terrestrial beings. And there were no telling how many Gingravik were watching the ceremony in the privacy of their own domiciles.

Despite all the attention, today was a special day for her. It was the day she and Jake would be mated for life. In human terms, they would become husband and wife, but the Gingravik had a phrase that went far beyond the human concept of marriage. Not being Gingravik, she was unable to pronounce the term, but she understood the idea, having gone through Theresa’s patient counseling.

Had this been a human wedding, she would’ve had bridesmaids and others prepare her wedding gown, but the Gingravik ceremony required total nudity as a sign that nothing was to be kept hidden from the other. Not even shoes or slippers were allowed. The matrons, led by Margaret, took great care in preparing her for this ceremony.

They spent hours tending to every part of her body. Her hair was styled, her skin given the full treatment, her nails meticulously done and her makeup was applied by artists who had worked in the entertainment industry.

“Why so much attention?” she asked.

“Because,” Margaret said, “we want you to look your absolute best. The Emperor himself will be observing. Along with the Empress and the High Council. I’ve also been told the ceremony is being broadcast throughout the Empire. Today, you will be the focus of millions of beings who have never seen a human female.”

“No pressure there, right?” April asked jokingly.

Every inch of her body felt aroused as she stood on the platform for all to see. Cameras moved around her so everyone could take in her nudity on the giant screens posted around the auditorium. She tried, but was unable to hide her sexual arousal. Cameras zoomed in, displaying her smooth, wet vagina and her hard, erect nipples to the appreciative crowd.

Theresa and Bernie appeared on the platform and soon, Jake took his position at her side, all 12 of his penises erect. Theresa normally remained nude at all times, but today, she chose to wear a floor-length cape so as not to distract anyone’s attention from April’s beauty. This was April’s day, after all, and Theresa wanted her to capture all the attention.

“You look so delightfully ravishing, my dear,” Theresa cooed with a smile.

“Thank you, my queen,” April said softly.

“And you, Jake, look so very fine today,” Theresa said, addressing the male hybrid. Jake shook his branches in response as Theresa smiled. The ceremony began with a dialogue between Bernie and Theresa about the full meaning of being mated in the Gingravik way. Members of the Council, along with the Emperor and his mate, could be seen shaking their branches and appendages in approval of what they heard.

“Do you, Jake, accept April as your mate for life?” Theresa asked. Jake shook his branches in the affirmative and April heard him in her mind: “Oh, yes!”

“And do you, April Jennings, accept Jake as your mate for life?” Theresa asked.

“Yes, I do,” April said.

“Since the two of you have agreed to mutual exclusivity for the rest of your natural lives, accept this, the public marking of your status as permanent mates,” Theresa said. She turned and nodded to Bernie, who pressed a button on the console of his cart.

April knew the marking was much more than an outward symbol of their relationship. Both her and Jake would be infused with a small sample of the other’s DNA, connecting them to each other in a way no human could comprehend.

Suddenly, two bright lights erupted from the front of Bernie’s cart. One focused on a point midway between April’s breasts and the other went to a spot on Jake’s main stalk just above the roots. At first, April felt an intense tingling sensation, but remained still as Theresa had instructed her earlier. She was tempted to reach up and scratch, but didn’t. Soon, the tingle went away and the light was turned off.

“By the power vested in me by the Emperor and the High Council of the Interstellar Gingravik Consortium, I pronounce you mates for life,” Theresa said to applause. “You may bond with your bride,” she told Jake. A bed was rolled onto the platform and April climbed on, spreading her legs for her new husband. By now, she was so aroused she didn’t care if the entire universe watched Jake fuck her.

Jake wheeled forward, one of his 12 penises now poised to enter her. She guided him in and gasped when he pushed his way inside. For some reason, he felt much larger and harder than normal. Perhaps the idea of having sex in front of an audience made him even more aroused than normal, she thought. She reached out for a second penis and Jake obliged. When she had it in hand, she guided it to her mouth.

As untold millions across the Gingravik Empire watched, the two made tender love to each other until they exploded in orgasm, which prompted wild applause from everyone. Even the Emperor emulated the hand-clapping with his larger branches.

Two matrons helped April get back on her feet after Jake withdrew his penises. She stood, a bit unsteady, as his ejaculate dripped down her legs, and faced Theresa, who offered a wide smile. Everyone’s attention was drawn to the large monitor at the front of the auditorium when the Emperor came forward.

“I have witnessed many couplings in my tenure, but never have I seen such ... love as expressed by the two of you,” he said. “Welcome to the Gingravik family, young April Jennings. I sincerely hope to see many more such couplings between our two species. Live long, healthy and happy lives. And may all your orgasms be blessed.”

“Thank you, Excellency,” April said.

“You are welcome,” he responded. “Now, since today is a holiday, let us celebrate!” Everyone, including the members of the High Council applauded. Theresa turned to April as everyone else began their own mating dance.

“Very well done, April,” she said. “I am so proud of you. Don’t forget, your flight to New South Marsookia leaves in two hours. Everything has already been arranged and your luggage has already been loaded. The matrons will escort you to the airplane. Enjoy your honeymoon.”

“I will, Theresa,” April said. “Thank you. For everything.”

“You’re welcome,” Theresa said, giving April a hug. After April and Jake left the platform to mingle with their guests, Theresa turned and saw Margaret wiping her face. “Are you alright, Margaret?”

“Yes,” the older woman said. “You know I always cry at weddings.”

Three years earlier:

Consider a group of rocks orbiting high above the Earth. To the casual observer, these rocks appear to be no different from the millions of others floating in outer space. Too small to be observed by tracking devices on the planet, they broke orbit and began their descent. Their destination: a point in the South Pacific well outside normal lanes of traffic, both air and sea.

The rocks survived the entry into the planet’s atmosphere and splashed into the ocean, where they settled on the sea bed in a pre-determined pattern. Shortly after landing, the sea between the rocks began to churn as changes in the underwater geology started to take place.

Eventually, the sea parted and a new land mass measuring approximately 400 square miles appeared. A small team of engineers and scientists were the first to visit the island. The engineers immediately began building an airfield at one end of the island as the scientists worked to install an array of electronic equipment that includes technology far beyond anything known to exist.

Once completed, the array prevents the island from being spotted by prying eyes – even those orbiting the planet. It also controls the climate and weather on and around the island to accommodate those who would come later. Even though it was well outside normal lanes of traffic, the occasional ship or aircraft would find itself mysteriously steered away from the area.

With the airfield completed, the second group of scientists and engineers arrived to build the initial base and research facility. Over time, the island’s infrastructure was put into place and became a completely self-contained facility very much like the facility where the scientists and engineers originated.

Osmosis plants were established to provide a stable source of potable water. Solar and sea power plants used to generate the island’s electrical needs and farms were established to provide food for those to come. Entire communities were designed and built to accommodate the new arrivals.

All of this took nearly a full year, and was almost 100 percent complete by the time the facility’s administrator, Dr. Alan Johnson, arrived on site with his designated companion, Lucinda, and a highly-skilled team of scientists. By the time of his arrival, the site had been dubbed New South Marsookia.

Over the next year, he oversaw the growth of the research facility. Acres of land had been set aside for the construction of greenhouses that contained thousands of the strange alien plants – both male and female. As these plants matured, they were moved, in twos, and transplanted to other parts of the world where it was hoped they would flourish and multiply.

The facility itself had also grown significantly in that period of time. For example, a resort had been built on the northeast coast of the island and was a popular vacation spot for employees looking to take some time off from work.

It was about the middle of the year when he received the sealed packet from Theresa labeled, “Eyes Only.” He opened the packet and read the documents and instructions inside. Looking out the window of his office, he knew things had changed significantly, and he realized it was nearly time for The Colony to be closed down.

Remembering his favorite student, he sincerely hoped she would be part of the change. He was aware of her work with the “G” and was quite impressed with the way she had acclimated herself to the culture at the Colony. He picked up his phone and called the Supervisor of Operations.

“Jim, this is Alan Johnson. Please come to my office. I have a high priority job for you,” he said.

Theresa woke up late the morning after April’s wedding, her head and body sore from the previous day’s celebration. Her head hurt from the adult beverages she had consumed and her body hurt from the multiple trysts with Bernie’s 12 cocks.

She looked and saw Bernie still hibernating. Although Gingravik do not consume alcohol directly, they have been known to experience what some have called “second-hand inebriation,” the result of having sex with drunk humans. Fortunately, the proteins in his ejaculate absorbed most of the alcohol and kept her from getting physically ill. Unfortunately, they were unable to stave off the headache she felt this morning.

She got up, went into her bathroom, showered and prepared herself for the day. By the time she came out, Bernie had started to wake up. She grabbed her kit and sat next to him so she could tend to him as she had done every day for the last few years.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she whispered as she carefully scraped the dew off his large leaves.

“Good morning, my queen,” he groaned in her head. “That feels so good this morning,” he added as she removed the last of the dew off his leaves.

“You wore me out last night,” she said as she picked up the water bottle to spray his leaves.

“Good,” he said with a chuckle. She finished tending to Bernie and left the apartment for her office where Margaret, the Facilitator, waited for her with a fresh pot of coffee.

“It’s about time you came in,” Margaret said with a smile.

“Queen’s privilege,” Theresa said as she poured a cup of coffee. She stood at the large picture window that overlooked one of the large pools. She sipped on her coffee as she watched a group of designated female breeders copulate with their assigned male plants. “Did you enjoy the festivities last night?” she asked Margaret.

“Very much,” Margaret said. “I heard it was a big hit with the GBN.” Theresa knew she referred to the Gingravik Broadcasting Network, which provided news, information and entertainment to the billions of beings that make up the Empire. It seemed that anything involving human females was quite popular with the network’s audience.

“That’s good to hear,” Theresa said.

“In fact, the programming director wants to know if we’re going to host another exhibition sometime soon.”

“Perhaps, once the meeting with the UN delegation has been completed. Anything else?”

“Yes, three messages, actually,” Margaret said. “Dr. Johnson reports the Ambassadorial compound on New South Marsookia is nearly complete. He will perform a final inspection over the next day or two. Also, April reported in. She and Jake arrived there at 10:00 pm last night local time.”

“Good,” Theresa said. “And the third message?”

“That would be from Ambassador Tsod. He requested the privilege of an audience with you this morning,” Margaret said.

“Oh he did, did he?” Theresa asked sarcastically. “Why can’t he just ask for a meeting like a normal person?”

“As you know, he comes from a long line of diplomats,” Margaret said. “It’s in his DNA, so to speak.”

“Yes, as he constantly reminds me every chance he gets,” Theresa quipped. “Tell him.” she began, her mind deep in thought. “Tell him that Her Majesty, the Queen Mother of Earth has graciously accepted his request for an audience and expects him to report to her office at 11:05 am. Precisely.” Margaret snickered at that. “Got that?”

“I got it,” Margaret said trying to stifle a laugh. “11:05 am, right?”

“That’s right. 11:05. Not 11:06 or 11:04. 11:05. On the dot. Otherwise, I might be occupied with something else.”

“As you wish, my Queen,” Margaret said. Her hands flew over her keyboard. When she was finished, she looked at Theresa. “There. Done.”

“Thank you, Margaret. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll retreat into my office. Oh, have we heard anything from New York?”

“Not yet, but I expect to hear from them today.”

“Thank you, Margaret,” Theresa said before going into her office.

Tsod looked at his human body in the full-length mirror and took in what he saw. He had to admit, these backwater humans did a pretty good job of encapsulating the real “man,” as it were. At six foot, eight inches, he towered over the average human male. Weighing in at a muscular 240 pounds, he could easily intimidate most men.

His face could only be described as chiseled and his body was picture-perfect. Broad in the shoulders, narrow in the hips, something humans called a “six-pack” and well-defined muscles in his legs and arms.

Topping all that off was a penis that measured ten inches, soft. At first, he never understood how human males could go through life with only one penis. But now he knew. First hand.

Yes, these humans knew how to craft a body, he thought to himself. Human females would probably go nuts over this, he thought. But those ten inches were reserved for one female only, as the green mark on his upper left chest indicated.

He reached down and picked up the barbell on the floor next to his feet. According to the markings on the weights, 200 pounds of solid iron were attached to the short iron bar. He easily curled it a few times and watched his muscles ripple in the mirror. He switched the barbell to his left hand and did the same.

“Admiring yourself again, are you, Tsod?” a female voice asked. He dropped the barbell and turned to see an equally nude female admiring his body. This female was none other than his mate for life, Tamsin. He took in her nude form and his penis began to grow and get hard. She walked to him and threw her arms around his neck.

“Mate with me, my husband,” she cooed as she pressed her breasts into his body. “Feed me.”

“As you wish, my love,” he said, taking her in his arms. Just as he put her on the bed, his communication device beeped. Annoyed at the distraction, he looked at the message. He nodded his head and turned to Tamsin.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“The queen,” he said derisively. “She wants me to report to her office at 11:05 sharp.”

“That gives us just enough time, then,” she said. “What is it the humans say? Fuck me?”

“I believe it is,” he said.

“Then, FUCK ME!” she declared, wrapping her legs around his body.

Tsod, now showered and dressed in an expensive tailored suit, stood in front of Theresa’s office door as he monitored the time on his wrist watch. He knew the queen’s penchant for punctuality and wanted to enter just as the clock said 11:05.

When his watch read 11:04:55, he looked at the receptionist who nodded her head. He opened the door to find the queen, completely naked, riding one of her consort’s 12 cocks reverse cowgirl-style as she sucked on another. She pointed to a chair in the room and indicated that he should sit.

He obeyed and watched as she fucked herself to orgasm. Her consort ejaculated in her pussy and her mouth at the same time. She eagerly swallowed his fluid, wiping her mouth after she was finished. She stepped up and wiped her hands as she walked toward him.

“Good morning, Ambassador Tsod,” she said, holding out a hand. He looked at it askance, causing her to cock her head. “What’s the matter, Ambassador? Have you forgotten your manners?”

“Of course not, my Queen,” he said, taking a knee in front of her. He gingerly took her hand and kissed it lightly, trying to avoid the areas wet from her consort’s ejaculate. She smiled as he released her hand and motioned for him to stand.

“My apologies, Ambassador,” she said. “It is not my wish to embarrass you. If that were the case, we’d have an audience here. I’m simply trying to behave as you suggested. As you may recall, it was you who suggested I act in a more regal, stand-offish manner, even though it does not suit my personality. And I did wipe my hand before I presented it to you.”

“Yes, Your Majesty, you did,” he said somewhat sheepishly. “If anyone should apologize, it should be me.”

“Your apology is accepted, Ambassador,” she said. “Is everything alright? Is your human form acceptable to you?”

“Yes, Your Majesty, it is much more than I had hoped for,” he said.

“And your mate, Tamsin? Is her form acceptable to the two of you?”

“Very much so, Your Majesty,” he said, recalling their most recent tryst.

“Just so you know, I can still smell her on you,” Theresa said. “For future reference, it would be good to cleanse ALL of your body before meeting others.”

“My apologies, Your Majesty,” he said sheepishly.

“Accepted. Now, what was it you wished to see me about?”

“I was curious to know what security measures are being put in place for me and my team,” he said. “As you know, I am the Emperor’s direct representative to the United Nations, and I would hate for him to learn that one of his diplomats have been injured because of human immaturity, incompetence or insecurity.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, Ambassador,” she said. “I understand you are the Emperor’s direct representative to the U.N. You must also understand that I too, serve at the Emperor’s pleasure as his highest executive on this planet. Which means that as long as you are on this planet, you answer to me. If you have a problem with any of that, you are free to take it to the Emperor. Through me.”

She pulled a sheet of paper out of a folder and placed it on her desk. “Surely you got the memo,” she added. He said nothing for a few moments, then smiled.

“The Emperor speaks very highly of you,” he said. “I see why. You have grown into your role quite well. Perhaps I underestimated you. It will not happen again.” She nodded her head.

“I certainly hope not, Ambassador,” she said. “As to your concerns about security, let me put your mind at ease. New South Marsookia is quite secure. Measures have been put into place to keep it hidden from prying eyes. In addition, the latest shielding technology has been put in place to protect the island. And you will be surrounded by a force of some 5,000 well-armed and trained soldiers and security personnel, all of which have been designed from conception for their roles.”

“I am impressed,” Tsod said. “Are these soldiers human or Gingravik hybrid?”

“They are all hybrid, in human form,” she said. “Like you. In fact, the technology that made your integration successful is the same that produced them.”

“If I may ask, how did you manage to accumulate so many in such a short period of time?” he asked.

“Our designated field breeders have done a remarkable job of producing fertilized eggs over the last couple years. Thanks to our scientific research here, we were able to significantly enhance their development while infusing them with the necessary skills,” she said. “Along with their complete loyalty to the cause. You could say it’s in their DNA.”

“I see,” he said. “And the breeders? Are they still in the field?”

“Many of them are, however, we have been forced to scale their operations a bit due to the pandemic. It’s possible we may have to end that part of the program after the summit.”

“And what of this facility? I’m sure you understand that once the summit is complete, this place will quite likely come under intense scrutiny.”

“I have already considered that, Ambassador,” she said. “Which is why we are in the process of transitioning this base to NSM. Over half of it has already been moved, and the rest will be gone by the time the summit happens.”

“And if I may ask, what about your human employees? Will they make the move as well?”

“So far, every single one has expressed a desire to make the move,” she said. “No one has rejected the offer.”

“A testament to your leadership, Your Majesty,” he said.

“Thank you, but it’s really quite simple. Treat people with respect and dignity and they generally reward you with their loyalty,” she said. “Was there anything else?”

“Yes. Have you heard anything from the United Nations?”

“Not yet,” she said. “But I hope to hear something very soon. The minute I hear from them, you’ll be informed.”

“Very well,” he said. “Thank you for your time, Your Majesty.”

“You’re welcome, Ambassador,” she said. He stood and turned to leave, then remembered where he was and turned back to Theresa.

“Please forgive me, Your Majesty,” he said. “By your leave.” She smiled and nodded her head.

“Of course, Ambassador. And may I say that you look quite dapper in that suit. Italian?”

“I was told it was made by someone named Armani,” he said.

“It looks very nice on you, Ambassador. Just one suggestion, though.”

“What’s that, Your Majesty?” he asked.

“Your shoes. They’re on the wrong feet,” she said, pointing down. He looked where she pointed and realized what she was talking about. Red-faced, he looked back at her.

“I wondered why they were so uncomfortable,” he said. There’s more to being a human male than I originally thought, he said to himself.

“Live and learn, Ambassador,” she said. “Good day.”

“Your Majesty,” he said with a slight bow. Theresa and Bernie watched as he turned and walked back through the door. When she felt he was far enough away, she began chuckling audibly.

“Be nice, my queen,” Bernie said quietly. “He’s still learning to be human.”

“I know, but it’s just so ... funny. I hope he figures out the difference between his right foot and his left foot before he meets with the delegation from the U.N.”

“I’m sure he will,” Bernie said.

The Secretary-General of the United Nations sat in his office on the 38th floor of the Secretariat Building and looked out the large windows at the East River and the boroughs of Queens and Brooklyn as he pondered the strange communique that had been hand-delivered to his office three days earlier.

According to the message, an ambassador from the emperor of something called the Interstellar Gingravik Consortium wished to meet with him and a small team of diplomats at a location to be announced in the future. His first thought was this had to be a joke. For starters, there was no such thing as “Gingravik” and the notion of anything being “interstellar” was laughable.

He looked at the envelope containing the strange message and saw it had no postmark or return address. On top of that, the routing stamp looked quite normal. Perhaps this was someone’s idea of a joke. He promised to find the person responsible and fire them personally. But when he asked around, no one seemed to know anything about the letter. It was simply there, along with the rest of the correspondence addressed to him personally.

His first instinct was to throw the letter in the trash. He reconsidered after a while and gave it some thought. If it was a joke, he wasn’t amused, but he wasn’t about to give anyone ammunition to spread rumors. And he certainly wasn’t going to let himself be the butt of laughter behind his back.

He thought about involving security, but rejected that idea, concerned it could be the catalyst for said laughter and jokes. If he simply shredded the document and ignored it, no one would ever know of its existence, he reasoned. But...

What if this was real? There had been a rash of reports of UFO sightings and strange encounters from very credible witnesses lately – far more than had been publicly reported. If this was real, then he would go down in history as the man who made first official contact with an alien race. Take that, Mr. President, he thought to himself, referring to the current occupant of the White House. He picked up his phone and dialed the toll-free number mentioned in the letter.

Margaret sat at her desk going over all her work. Another group of employees was set to fly out today, along with more equipment. Some were going to NSM, while others were headed for other satellite facilities. After all her work making this place a reality, she hated the thought of seeing it torn down and moved.

But, she thought, it was inevitable. She had hoped they could stay here at least another couple years, but that just wasn’t in the cards. With everything going on, she half-way expected to see columns of vehicles filled with armed federal agents and soldiers coming down the road.

But now ... She didn’t know what to expect anymore. As she thought about this, her switchboard sounded off and she saw the light corresponding to the line set aside for only one purpose flash brightly. Was this really him, she asked herself. She pulled up her script, put on her headset and answered the call.

The Secretary-General sat stunned after making the call. Yes, the woman on the other end assured him. This is very real. And yes, the ambassador was very serious about making contact. She assured him the ambassador would contact him in exactly 30 minutes to introduce himself. He gave her the number to his direct line and ended the call.

He instructed his receptionist to hold all calls and visits until further notice and waited. The next 30 minutes seemed like hours, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone rang exactly 30 minutes later. The call came from an unlisted private number. He pressed a button on the phone to start a trace, then answered the call, somewhat nervous.

“Marco Gutierrez,” he said when he picked up the phone.

“Secretary-General Gutierrez?” a deep baritone voice asked at the other end.

“This is he,” Marco said. “And with whom am I speaking?”

“I am Ambassador Tsod, representing His Highness, the Emperor of the Interstellar Gingravik Consortium. I trust this conversation is being kept confidential?”

“It is, just as your associate requested, Ambassador Zod,” Marco said.

“That’s ‘Tsod,’ Mr. Secretary-General,” the man on the other end said.

“My apologies, Ambassador,” Marco said. “May I ask how you got your initial communique to my office?”

“You may ask, Mr. Secretary-General,” Tsod said. “Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to explain. I’m sure you understand.”

“Vaguely,” Marco said. “I sincerely hope this isn’t some kind of practical joke, Mr. Ambassador. Rest assured, if it is, there will be legal consequences.”

“I understand your concern, Mr. Secretary-General,” Tsod said. “Let me assure you in no uncertain terms. I am not a man given to what you call practical jokes. I am here to present myself and my team to you and your delegation. I would like to meet with you sometime very soon. Perhaps within the next month or two.”