Chapter 267

Landfall Space Academy – Ship's Simulator

A shaking of Ann's shoulder accompanied a discordant buzz from her watch.

"Plebe, you have thirty minutes to shower, dress and get to your first class. You don't have time for breakfast today, so ask the AI for a couple of energy bars."

Ann, bleary-eyed, shut her alarm off and swung her legs out of her bed as the Class Lieutenant, already immaculately clad in her uniform, stepped back to give the smaller girl room to stand. "Thanks, Arlene," Ann mumbled as she came to her feet and staggered, still half asleep, toward the shower. She had studied most of the night, coached by Arlene, the study time broken up by two short naps, then finally two hours of sleep. Class Lieutenant Matthews had completed her own study material as well as helping Ann, sleeping no more than Ann did.

The hot shower felt wonderful. A few minutes of bliss and then she told it to go to cold. The session of torture under the cold spray was short-lived, but it woke her up. After the shower ported the water from her body and hair, she stood shivering, no longer sleepy, although she still felt tired.

Finished cleaning her teeth and brushing her hair, still nude, she walked back into the room, blushing at her nudity in front of Arlene now that she was fully aware. Arlene was seated at her desk reading study material on her computer. "Get a move on, Plebe," she said, not bothering to look up. "You spent too much time in the shower. You could have reduced your shower time and put that time to good use. Remember, eighty percent will not become master pilots. But if you stick it out, you will be able to pilot anything from a tiny stealth scout to a cruiser, and fight anything that mounts a weapon. But only the smartest cadets who want it badly enough will graduate as master pilots."

"What's this 'eighty percent' I keep hearing. Are you saying it's the same every year..."

"It's the same every graduation because the Academy only allows the top twenty percent to become master pilots. In other words, if you aren't in the top twenty percent of your class, no matter what your grade is, you won't graduate as a master pilot. If you still have acceptably high grades, you'll be placed somewhere else, but you will never be a master pilot. Only the absolute best get to wear those gold wings on their collars. Now ask the AI for a couple of energy bars, and get one inside you while we review."

The Ship

Feeling strange, Ann opened her eyes. "Where..." she started, not completely understanding for a couple of seconds that she was on one of the command couches facing the big screen at the front of Ship's bridge. Then her memory came rushing back. "Oh, my ... Jeff and our sister-wives must be frantic with worry," she said, turning to Arlene who had just sat up from her reclined command couch. "Oh, that doesn't make any sense, does it? But I was at the Academy for months. And Arlene, you were there too, weren't you?"

Arlene picked up her cup and took a tentative sip, the coffee freshly made by the Ship. Glancing at her watch, "Looks like we were gone for a couple of hours, just as I requested."

Ann grasped her cup with both hands to still the shaking, and after seeing Arlene take another sip, did the same. Still wondering, she half expected the coffee to be spoiled after sitting on the arm of her chair for several months. But the liquid was fresh, hot and had the correct amount of sweetener and cream in it.

Ann sat trying to unscramble her thoughts as she continued to take an occasional sip of her coffee. Arlene, more familiar with Ship's simulator and the jar of coming back from a simulation that seemed to take months, just waited.

"We were there for months. I know we were, and you were a complete stranger to me in the beginning. But what..."

"Four months to be exact," Arlene offered.

With respect in her voice, Ann asked, "How long have you been doing this? I've realized several times that you were leaving our bed in the middle of the night, but I imagine there are other times that I didn't notice, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose so. Ship has been teaching me with the simulator for the last several weeks."

"So every two hours, uh, our time, you've been in the simulator for four months?" the redhead asked.

Arlene was shaking her head, her long hair swirling about. "I don't think it's quite that simple. Sometimes it seems like months, others only a few hours."

"But were we, uh, actually there? I mean, it was so real. We spend so much time studying – all those nights with only an hour or two of sleep. Many times it was more like long naps than actual sleep. But how could we be there if our bodies were here on the Ship? I know I was there. I know it."

"I have no idea, and so far, Ship won't say. Maybe I'm not capable of understanding. But the pain bleeds over to here – this dimension, I guess you could say. I know that the moment of intense pain I felt as the energy beams overloaded my shields and blew my little scout ship to pieces ... well, some of that pain came back with me. I hurt like blazes for a few seconds. If it isn't real, how could I feel the pain after I got back?"

Arlene, now standing, leaned against a console and took another sip of her coffee. "When I asked Daddy about it, he just grinned and advised me to not get killed. I will say one thing about the pain; it has made me really, really careful."

"Yeah..." Ann said as she stared at the date on her watch. "But how does Ship do that? I mean, were we really there?" She frowned, but continued. "I can't believe I actually asked that. I know we were there, but then I guess we were still here, too. I can remember the things we talked about and studied; remember going to all those classes, and remember us staying up night after night to get me caught up with the rest of the class. And I can remember my first simulated manual landing in that trainer – well more of a somewhat-controlled crash," she finished with a grin. She hesitated for a moment, then trying to suppress a giggle, said, "Hmmm, a simulator in a simulation. I'm beginning to think I'm going nuts."

Arlene just smiled at Ann and waited.

"So, how much of this had you gone through before?" the smaller girl questioned.

Arlene thought for a second. "Well, my first simulation was different, but later I went through the Academy – the first three years of it, that is."

"With just two hours per night, or did you take more time than that while we all thought you were lying there beside us sleeping?"

"Most of the time, I only spent a couple of hours real time like we did tonight. Occasionally it was longer. But once in the Ship's simulator, I didn't remember anything about my life here on Earth."

Ann frowned again. "I guess I didn't think anything about my real history while I was in the simulation, but instead I thought that I came from a small family on a backward planet, and my good grades got me an invitation to the academy. Weird, I never considered that the memory was false."

The girls remained quiet for a couple of moments as Arlene let Ann get used to what had happened, then Ann continued, "I still remember everything I learned at the Academy. I'm due for my first solo in the scout ship and I'm anxious to get started."

Arlene was hard put to not cringe a little at the mention of the scout ship, remembering all too clearly how scared she was when she approached the enemy base, then sitting with all systems shut down as the weapon platform hovered a few feet over her little ship. Time had run out and she had leapt away at maximum acceleration to get clear of the planet and send her message to the waiting mother ship. And ... she could still remember the pain when her little ship was blown to pieces around her.

Arlene reached down to offer Ann a hand. "Come on. Let's go sack out for a couple of hours."

They donned their coats at the hatch and told the Ship goodnight. When they reached the bottom of the ramp, they clasped hands, each girl with a smile on her face. As they hurried toward the Retreat, Ann began to giggle. Infectious, it caused Arlene to giggle as well. "I'm horny," the smaller wife declared. "Wonder if we could convince our husband to screw our brains out for an hour or so?"

"He's never said 'no' so far," Arlene answered with a laugh. "Tell you what, I'll suck his cock while you sit on his face. I'll bet he'll wake up in a good mood with that."

They crept into their suite and tiptoed on around to the showers. Clean, their moods almost giddy, they held their hands over their mouths as they tiptoed nude toward the bed. The nightlights provided enough illumination for them to tell that Jeff was still in the middle, surrounded by his wives. The two young women looked at each other, both worrying that moving the sheet off their husband would wake everyone else. Shrugging, Arlene crawled up from the foot of the bed, then lifted the sheet ever so slowly.

Moving backward just as slowly, she pulled the sheet with her, then moved aside so Ann could straddle Jeff's head. The young wife settled her pussy against her husband's mouth.

"Took you long enough," he said, startling both of them, as he grabbed Ann's hips and pushed his tongue against her opening.

Arlene giggled as she shoved her mouth over his erection.

A little later, Ann woke everyone when she screamed through her first orgasm. "It's been four months since I've had your tongue licking me," she sighed out when the orgasm tapered off. "Don't stop, my Husband. I'm bound to have at least a dozen or so orgasms left."

"And it's been four months since I've had this inside me," Arlene said as she lined his cock up with her entrance and eased down on it.

"You two just got through having your brains screwed out." the Clan Queen mumbled, not realizing that the two girls had even left the bed, let alone been in a simulation that lasted for four months simulation time.

"Doesn't feel like it," Arlene gasped out.

"Ship's simulator," Jeff said, his voice muffled by Ann's pussy as he grasped Arlene's hips and thrust upward.

"Oh," Diana sleepily responded, finally understanding.

By the time Ann had her second orgasm, the pheromones had everyone, including Diana, wide awake and horny.

Jeff had barely finished with his women as 4:00 A.M. rolled around. Art had already told him that he wasn't going to run this morning. Instead, he would be saving his energy for class. Arlene and Ann were snuggled in each other's arms, having fallen asleep only a few minutes prior.

Jeff stood at the foot of the bed looking down at his wives. Most were sleeping snuggled to at least one other person. There was one group of five all tangled in each other's arms. He stood debating whether he should wake Kayla who was snuggled with Susan, but decided he would risk Kayla's and Arlene's ire and let the two of them sleep. Kayla had been the last he had mated with this morning, and both she and Arlene seemed exhausted.

He remembered Diana's comment about how beautiful his wives were when they were "fresh fucked," and had to agree with her. Shrugging mentally after deciding he wouldn't wake his running companions, he went to the vanity area. He could smell himself – well himself and the accumulation of pussy juice on his dick and groin, and as he looked in the mirror, he realized that his face probably smelled too. Grinning, he washed his face, then flopped his member over into the sink and washed it and his balls rather than shower both before and after his run.

After dressing in his running clothes, he stopped at the kitchen, fixed the big coffee urn and set the timer so his wives could have a cup without waiting when they arose.

Outside, he jogged down the drive with his Gore-Tex suit dutifully zipped up. Security had seen him outside in a tee shirt, but there was no reason to rub their noses in his ability to keep warm without a coat. After he and Carter were down the road a ways, they would both unzip their jackets as the running suits did their thing and held the heat in that the runners generated.

Security's vehicles were waiting for him when he reached the bottom of the drive. Carter got out and joined him as they began their run.

At 5:30, Angela reached to turn her watch alarm off just before it sounded. She smiled as she felt her brother's morning erection poking her in the ass. She felt so safe snuggled with her butt against him, her head on his shoulder and his big hand holding her breast. She ached for him to pull on her nipples, and even more to nurse her. She could imagine him sucking on them and drinking her milk – if she had any milk.