Chapter 41

“Youth is the body’s time.” - Gore Vidal

1430 hours, local time
Friday, 20 February, 2015
Dubuque Senior High School
Dubuque, Iowa

It didn’t take very long after lunch for the orgy to resume, of course, much to the delight of everyone involved. Nerds, jocks, popular girls, athletes, cheerleaders, student council types, the mechanically inclined, various teachers, guidance counselors, kitchen staff, janitors, and the Principal were directly involved, of course, as were the guests of honor. Every sex act that was conceivable (pun intended) happened by now, in every combination imaginable. People fucked people that they never would have considered in the past. Then again, that was part of the point. Natural selection had its uses, but right now, a baby boom was needed and all of the survivors needed to pass on their genes, at least in that community.

“Oh, fuck, yes, I can’t wait to seduce my hubby into this lifestyle. He gets three wives, including me?” Marlene declared, even as she felt a student’s tongue exploring her butt-crack.

“For a start. Probably more than that once this community is properly reorganized. Ideally, several families and households will merge into larger ones, closer to clan or tribal situations like ours, minus the nomadism. Proper local self-defense and security plans will be required as well. It won’t all be orgies and sunshine, I fear. Infrastructure will have to be maintained and serviced properly. There won’t be time for bickering and intrigue, of course. You’ll need a clear local head, though he can share power to an extent. That’s going to be your husband, in fact. As Prophet, I have already determined that he will be in charge of this community,” Charles informed the teacher, even as he humped yet another lucky student.

The fact that Susie, Miranda, Chantal, Anne, Therese, and Jeanette were all engaged in a daisy chain with several local futanari students only added to the excitement of the occasion. The futa girls in the daisy chain couldn’t believe their good fortune, having so many holes to explore while others did the same to theirs. They were still adjusting to having twats themselves in addition to their pricks and balls, not to mention their asses. It was all very heady wine, to be desired by boys and girls alike. The knowledge that they were pregnant, too, by now, didn’t hurt their arousal, either, by any means.

“So, we’re supposed to stay here until Wednesday, at the very latest, at which point we shall head to South Dakota. So, that’s the 25th, and then we shall stay in South Dakota for a couple of days, perhaps three, leaving possibly on the 28th or maybe March 1st. We head north from there to North Dakota, stay there for a few days, probably leaving on March 4th or March 5th for Montana. We leave Montana on the 9th or 10th, heading for Idaho. We depart Idaho for the 12 or 13th, en route to Washington, probably Kennewick. We tarry in Kennewick until sometime around the 18th or 19th, maybe the 20th if things are too hairy.

“That’s the updated plan. We then make that last leg of the journey, reaching Haven by the 21st or 22nd. If all goes well, that’s what we can expect. We stay just long in those areas to recover from the travel, sow the seeds of Havenism, and well, mate with some locals to spread our glorious condition known as Schumacher Syndrome. This will help create strongholds and toeholds of Havenism for when we advance back eastward through the Rocky Mountains and Great Plains. Every little success, however small, sets things up for that future, not that far off in fact,” the angel Lavelle informed everyone, even as he lined up to penetrate some of the futa students and plant his seed.

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of space for additional breeding, due to the way that the futanari have been turned and remain available so far. Lavelle here will sire progeny on some fourteen futanari himself, thus making fourteen future Prophets from Dubuque. It will be one of many birthplaces of a lot of Prophets, as it should be. I plan to breed some myself, of course,” God announced as he entered several futanari himself.

“It’s going to get wild, no doubt of that, Lord,” Lavelle grinned while the orgy continued at full steam, everyone quite engaged in the free-for-all fuckfest.

“Wait, who are you again?” Andrea asked aloud now, sensing that there was something different here.

“I am God and this is Lavelle, one of my many angels. By the way, Olivia, your fiance is an angel now. He is very happy and very busy, of course. It’s quite a different life, that of an angel. A growing contingent of those who perished in the recent past have been resurrected as angels, including your man. He is right here, if you wish to speak to him,” God introduced Himself, shocking everyone.