Chapter 217

Inside the Ship, Arlene stopped to lean against a bulkhead as she took a sip of her coffee.

"There was no need for you to bring coffee with you. I could easily have provided it. As you know, your mother and your sister-wives have furnished me with samples of several foods, although I have not yet been given an example of the food you have brought with you today."

The young Queen put her coffee down to open her container. "It's a sweet roll recipe we've altered a little to suit our tastes. Too bad you can't taste it; it's delicious," she said aloud.

There was a second of hesitation, before, "From the molecular structure of the food, I surmise that it possesses an attractive taste to your species, but there are a lot of what you refer to as 'empty' calories in the material. Many of the foods that Diana and the others have brought to me are far more nutritious."

Arlene broke a piece of the Danish off and took a bite. "Yeah, you're probably correct, but then again," she said with a chortle, "Little One's enhancement should deal with any excess calories, right? Like I said, we adapted a recipe – a blueberry-lemon Danish recipe – to our tastes. I suppose the blueberries are good for us, at least," she finished with a chuckle, wiping her mouth with a finger when the filling squeezed out as she bit into the sweet roll again.

The Ship flashed back a similar feeling of conspirative laughter. As Arlene retrieved her cup and started for the bridge, "I have added your sweet roll to my data banks. Diana brought a sample of cinnamon rolls, and mentioned that they could be categorized under sweet rolls. How shall I refer to yours?"

"Hmmm. Just list it under the Sweet Roll heading as Danish, Blueberry-Lemon, I suppose."

"Done. In the future, you may have it upon request."

Arlene sat on the second command couch, finished her Danish, then her coffee, obviously delaying. Eventually, she put her go-cup and plastic container down with an unconscious sigh.

"Lamb to the slaughter?" the Ship teased, proud of her expanding use of idioms that she was incorporating into their mental exchange. "And as I have mentioned before, you no longer have to wait until you have entered the bridge to mentally project your thoughts to me. The immersion into my mind is much more complete in here, of course, but it isn't necessary for you, our Commander, Diana, Kayla or ... Selina to be seated on a command couch to do so."

Arlene sighed as she leaned back, the couch partially cocooning her. "I know," she mentally said as she immersed herself in the Ship's mind, "but I'm new at this. It's still far more natural for me to speak aloud. You mentioned Selina. I didn't realize she could..."

"She has a very unique mind. Communication with her will eventually be almost as easy as it is with you."

There was a moment when neither said anything, then the young Queen unconsciously tensed up. "I'm ready. Is this training going to be similar to the other one – the intelligence gathering mission? At the time, I thought it was real, and I'm still not totally convinced it wasn't."

"Why would you not think it was real?" the Ship innocently asked – too innocently as far as Arlene was concerned.

"You're teasing me," the young woman accused.

"Am I?" the Ship sent back with an accompanying mental chuckle, a second before Arlene seemed to be whirled away to stand on the bridge of another starship, listening as the Captain and First Officer discussed how to correct a minor emergency. In moments the minor emergency escalated. Before Arlene quite realized what was happening, she was immersed in the situation.

A little earlier, after leaving the kitchen, Matt had hurried to their bedroom, Courtney on his shoulder, before dumping his laughing wife onto their bed. He madly stripped off his clothing, but beat her to full nudity by only a few seconds. He could easily smell her arousal and knew she was as ready as he was, but this time, he made gentle love to her until they were both exhausted. As his cock slipped out of her drooling pussy, he rolled onto his back beside her, both of them falling asleep within minutes.

Thirty minutes later, they were jarred awake as the light brightened about halfway to full, the television came on and a male voice cleared its throat. Courtney, lying on her belly, snatched a look over her shoulder at an all-too-real-looking image of a man staring back at her from the big screen.

"GOOD MORNING," he/it said in a disgustingly happy voice. "I AM THE RETREAT'S AI. I HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED BY THE CLAN QUEEN TO AWAKEN YOU AND INTRODUCE MYSELF."

With an unladylike squawk, Courtney sat up, totally exposing her nude body for a moment as she grabbed the sheet and pulled it over them. Lying back down beside her husband, she stared at the screen with a look of horror on her face. Matt had opened an eye, but otherwise just lay there on his back looking at the television.

"Shit. Shit!" Courtney mumbled under her breath as she clutched the sheet to her throat. Then louder, "Can you see us?"

"OH, CERTAINLY. THE CAMERA PROVIDES A HIGH RESOLUTION IMAGE. I ASSUME THAT YOU ARE COURTNEY, SINCE THE QUEEN INFORMED ME THAT MATT AND COURTNEY WOULD BE IN THIS SUITE, AND SINCE YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY FEMALE, THEN IT FOLLOWS THAT YOU MUST BE COURTNEY."

Courtney pulled the sheet tighter as her face and neck gradually flushed with embarrassment at the "obviously female" comment. "The damn computer is a pervert," she whispered to her husband, who was now fighting to hold back a snigger, knowing he would be in trouble if he let it out.

Looking at Matt, the AI went on. "AND I ASSUME THAT YOU, SIR, ARE MATT?"

"Yep," the agent casually replied as he yawned and stretched, almost pulling the sheet away from his wife, who hastily yanked it back. "Last name is Grigsby, for both of us."

"THEN, GOOD MORNING SIR AND MADAM. AT YOUR CONVENIENCE, MA'AM," The AI said as it directed the image's face toward Courtney again, "THE WOMEN ARE GATHERING IN THE KITCHEN TO PREPARE THE MORNING MEAL. DIANA ASKED ME TO CONVEY TO YOU THAT YOU WOULD BE MOST WELCOME TO JOIN THEM, SHOULD YOU WISH TO PARTICIPATE. AND YOU, SIR," it said, turning to Matt, "ARE WELCOME TO ENJOY A MORNING CUP OF COFFEE IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH THE PRIME AND THE OTHER ALPHAS CURRENTLY RESIDING AT THE RETREAT THIS MORNING."

"Nice to meet you," Matt formally replied, more to tease his wife than anything else.

"AND I, AS WELL," the AI returned a second before it turned the TV off.

"Aliens," Courtney muttered.

"Oh, come on, Baby. Evie talked to the thing last night."

"Yeah, maybe so, but it didn't have a face then. There was just a voice in the hallway. This time, it looked directly at me, and more than that, it recognized me as female. It was looking at my bare ass when it woke us. No telling how long it had been staring at us."

Despite himself, Matt had to chuckle. "Couldn't have been. The lights were out."

"Yeah, well, maybe, assuming it wasn't using night vision like the crew on the helicopter did," she grumped, "but I'm telling you these people are aliens. And that damn computer is a pervert, besides."

While Matt grinned at her, she threw the sheet off and stood, her breasts jiggling and swaying, his eyes instantly focusing on them. Capping a hand over her swollen pussy, "No way. Don't bother to look at me like that. Admittedly, I'm still horny, but my pussy feels like she's had a fence post stuffed up her. Maybe tonight," she finished, stretching out the word. With a frown, she added, "And besides, how do we know that thing won't be watching us?"

Matt threw the sheet the rest of the way back and stood, his cock now rampant. "It's not going to watch us."

But the conversation was diverted as Courtney stared at his dick. "Oh, shit. No wonder my pussy feels like it does. I swear that thing is even bigger than before. A man's dick can't grow once he's an adult, can it?" she wondered aloud. "If it gets any bigger, it is not going into me," she threatened, her eyes riveted to Matt's erection.

"Oh, come on, Baby. It's not..."

"The hell it isn't," she insisted, but it was also evident that her voice was becoming laden with desire, and her eyes had yet to leave his cock.

He pulled her to him for a kiss. "Morning breath," she tried to say, but he kissed her anyway, the kiss quickly warming up as his hands caressed her nipples. After a time, reluctantly, she pushed back. "I really can't, Matt. I'm way too sore."

He turned her toward the shower and smacked her on the butt, laughter in his voice. "I'm hungry. Let's get cleaned up and see what our day has in store for us. But ... let me suck on your titties a little, first," he said with a mock leer.

Turning, "No way. We'll be back in that bed, sure as anything," she finished as she sprinted across the room, giggling, Matt in pursuit.

"Come on, Baby. Just one little suck," he teased. As she dashed into the shower, a few seconds later, breasts bouncing invitingly, he caught up with her. He couldn't have any pussy, but talking her into a blowjob wasn't difficult.

As Matt and Courtney walked down the hall, Diana stepped out of the kitchen door as if anticipating them at that exact instant. Matt later realized that the AI must have told her they were coming.

"Good morning, you two," the Queen called out. "Matt, the men are in the living room, and are expecting you." As Matt turned in, Diana waved to Courtney. "Come on. We have a lot of fun things to talk about and do today."

Frank, Bill, Art, Dave and Jeff were in the room when Matt walked in. Art and Bill were standing by the big window, coffee in hand, laughing about something Bill had just said. Frank Wainwright was pouring a refill for Dave and Jeff as the three discussed the ski lodge project.

They all turned to greet Matt, welcoming him as a new Alpha and offering him coffee and a seat near the fire. As he sat and took his first sip, "Well, looks like you could use a little more sleep. Eventful night, hmmm?" Bill teased as he and Art pulled up chairs and sat. "The women get enhanced, too, as I guess you now well know," he finished with a chuckle.

Matt could have taken offense at the obviously sexual comment that was directed, at least to some extent, at his wife, but all the men were grinning, and had effusively welcomed him as the new Alpha, although he still wasn't sure he was an Alpha.

"We're brothers here, Matt – brother Alphas. You'll come to realize just what that means, and ... you may as well get used to it. Few things are off limits for teasing. The enhancement has a profound effect on an Alpha's woman or women. Not only have you been enhanced sexually, but she has, too. Trust me; these guys go after me all the time because of my fourteen wives."

Matt sat and took a sip of his coffee, delaying, his face expressionless. Just as they began to worry that Bill had gone too far, too soon, Matt grinned. "I've had thirty minutes of sleep. If she hadn't gotten sore, I wouldn't have made it for breakfast."

After the laughter died down, he added, "Of course, after the enhancement, she's now positive that everyone here is alien."

"What..." Jeff said as he snapped his head up to stare at Matt. "You're serious, aren't you? She still thinks we're aliens?"

"Dead serious," the newly enhanced Alpha responded.

"Oh, shit," the Prime said, looking at the others, then turning back to Matt. "And what about you?"

Matt crossed his legs and leaned back, "Well, there was mention of a starship, we came up in a helicopter that is obviously high tech, at the very least, and every woman we've seen here is beyond beautiful. We've met a small alien who is supposed to have enhanced us, and from the way Courtney and I feel this morning, said alien has definitely done something to us. All of that without even mentioning a certain kitten and a six-year-old genius. Then before all this happened, there was the incident in Atlanta where invisible warriors rescued my ass and left by walking up a ramp to nowhere. What's so strange about our alien theory, hmmm?" he finished as he took another sip of coffee and looked back at the staring men, his face again totally devoid of expression.

"Oh, shit," Jeff said again. "Matt, I..."

But Grigsby couldn't hold the look any longer, letting out a chuckle that eventually progressed into laughter. "You should see your faces," he laughed.

"Crap, I thought you were serious," the Prime said with a sigh.

"Well, in a way, I was," Matt agreed. "Courtney is just about positive that you are, and think about it..." he finished, letting the sentence hang in the air. Then into the silence, "Oh, yeah, there's one more thing; she thinks the AI that woke us up this morning is a pervert."

Jeff was laughing as he shook his head. "It's just a computer program that some of my wives are working on. I swear it isn't sentient like Little One."