Adrift in Space

"You whore," Anna grunted, "you just put it up your ass, didn't you?"

"We will not switch," Vicki's response was firm.

There was little chance he'd survive four more days at this pace. But if this was to be his end, he decided that this WAS the way to go.

Brittany Unbound

[January 1985]

Peter's eyes went unfocused as he stared at the terminal screen. Anna and Vicki had left two weeks previously, after the three of them had mixed non-stop sex when they were in his quarters with lunches and dinners with the other changelings and Queen Anna so everyone could say their farewells to their 'sister' before she became the first of them to 'go native.' Most of the changelings had spent limited time on Earth, shopping for supplies and spending time in cities and the countryside, malls, movie theaters and farmer's markets.

But always closely accompanied by one of the small number of trustworthy human conspirators such as Jayne the Cat. And never in one place for long nor would they spend excessive time with strangers, limiting most people's chances to study 'my friend visiting for a few days.' But it built first-hand knowledge of Earth and its natives to further the aliens' understanding of the planet they circled.

Anna and Jayne would live in the same city but beyond that the tall changeling would make her own way. The single pair of guards who'd kidnapped Peter and Carole and who Queen Anna trusted to operate independently would also be close by, but not full-time, they'd often be needed elsewhere. Whatever she learned as a graduate bioengineering student would be of interest as a gauge but more would be her interactions with people. Anna's email that he'd just read was cheerful and described detailed medical checks by her mother's team along with finalization of her 'paper trail.' She'd 'go down' at the end of January.

Peter had been morose at the New Year's Eve party. It was smaller than the Christmas parties, the changelings, their mothers and a few Sylvans who worked with them in their roles as assistants to the Queen, who'd dropped by a couple of times as she circulated among various groups. Earth's New Year only rarely aligned with the related day in their native planet's fifty week year and this year they were months apart. But the changelings had decided this was second only to their birthdays in importance so that set them apart from many of the 'original' Sylvans. As the token human on the temporarily depopulated command ship, Peter joined in.

He'd gotten drunk. Drunker than he'd gotten in a long time, definitely the drunkest he'd been since his arrival. Despite that he'd mostly avoided embarrassment by making untoward passes at any of the cute brunettes and their mothers. Which was good, he felt Kim and Angie at least were more like slightly younger sisters he'd never had.

"A penny for your thoughts," Peter stiffened at the not quite whisper just behind his ear, a voice he didn't recognize beyond knowing it wasn't human. He turned and looked directly into two blue eyes.

Solidly blue eyes. Blonde and wavy hair with a reddish tint to it. A broad, lipless smile. That cat nose and pointed ears and pale patterned skin.

"We meet again. Maybe under more pleasant circumstances this time? I am Brittany. Brittany Duskrider."

She rolled a nearby chair and sat. She had a loose, green scoop neck pullover top and a matching miniskirt that when seated covered her to mid-thighs, as before she wore wedged heels. She leaned with her forearms across her thighs which offered a decent view of braless cleavage.

"Sorry, kind of out of it. I'm Peter. Peter Miller. Too much staring at this," he pointed at the flat screen above his keyboard. She extended her right hand and he went to shake it but she ran her fingers against his palm before she took it in both of hers and pulled his hand to rest between her bare thighs just above her knees.

"Your English is excellent, Brittany." Almost every Sylvan he'd met often treated ess sounds like hisses or lisps. Or both. Brittany's voice wasn't human but her pronunciation was clean.

"I know you. Of you. English is our language now, my language, the other... is from a planet I will never know. If I left tomorrow I would find only a charred husk. Earth is our planet now."

She gave a very human shrug before her smile returned.

"But. I have finished my first courses in advanced computer science and I need six months of practical. I am told you are the best AI scientist we have. Even on our AIs. I want you to tutor me."

That was the last thing he'd expected.

"So who told you I was the best? Kinda, well, bit of an exaggeration I think."

She laughed. Human laughter.

"I will find out, I think. I will start in two weeks, if that is okay for you."

His eyes unfocused for a moment. His schedule was...

"I'm flexible, that'll work. It'll give me some time to work up some tasks for you."

"Good. And this Friday night?"

"Huh?"

"We could... get to know each other, I will tell you of my studies so you can prepare. Dinner? Maybe, movie. I am flexible too."

She didn't issue a challenge. Females only used that to other females for a claimed mate, to challenge for that mate or to ask to be invited to join temporarily. He was... he was an unclaimed male. Now. He and Anna had agreed she'd not come back before her 'mission.' Vicki? They had plans but for now her work locked her on another satellite. Carole? He thought about her polite but sparse email communiques and didn't think his shrug was visible.

Bottom line. Any interested female could approach him, or any male but he'd never offered openness to that. He could approach any unclaimed female. But if you were turned down you had to be ready to accept that and that was a STRICT rule in Sylvan society. He could turn Brittany down. But she pressed his hand more tightly onto her thighs and pulled it further up her legs, to the hem of her skirt.

"Sounds like a plan. Where—-"

She leaned in and kissed him and pushed her tongue onto his to generate the expected shock. She shivered then pulled back. Her eyes closed while she slowly ran her tongue along the edge of her mouth before she looked at him again.

"I did not dream it. It was real. I did not believe the information. I will come to your place. I will email you."

She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it then stood and quickly released it, leaned at the waist to offer him a nearly unobstructed view down her top and kissed him on the mouth again quickly.

"I... I enjoy that," she stood and turned and quickly strode out of the room. Her ass was shapely. His brain reeled as he watched her leave.

"That movie was a true story?"

Brittany's voice was little more than a whisper but it didn't need to be louder. They were on a well-padded two-seater sofa in the domed observatory rooms at the 'top' of his, the 'human and guest' section of the satellite. Unlike the Queen's room at the other end of the ship this was more of a public park and there were a few other parties seated around the circular space about 30 yards in diameter, sounds of conversations too low to betray the contents. They'd just entered Earth's shadow with the moon as a crescent to their right as they sat.

Brittany had kicked off the wedged heels that were apparently the only shoes she wore. For clothes she wore a replica of a newly popular Earth fashion, a very short soft denim skirt, and a tight tank top the same color that corralled her breasts into impressive cleavage. They were around Carole's size if smaller than Anna Squared's. A human seeing her for the first time might wonder about the connection of her shoulders and arms but Peter had barely noticed. He'd included briefs with his cobalt blue two-piece and standard soft-soled shoes and was at the moment happy for that.

His right arm was over her shoulders and she had her knees bent so they laid across his thighs with her bare feet mostly under her on the sofa. Her right hand imitated Anna's from that night a year past and urged his right hand to coax her nipples to attention. Their free hands held glasses of scotch from the little bar that served the dome. It wasn't of a standard the Queen would drink but she didn't tolerate bad whisky on her ships.

"Pretty well," Peter said after a sip, "lots of the dialogue, well, that's mostly made up. But the fact the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, on that day in 1941. Happened. Those ships? Some still there, under the water."

"We have not had a war for a... thousand years. More."

She'd emailed him her transcript. The primary and secondary schools were on the other two ships so Peter knew about their curricula but had no firsthand experience with the classrooms. But he'd reviewed and provided input to computer science courses and discussed them with the instructors so her work had been impressive. Very impressive.

The email had included the invitation for the movie, he hadn't known prior to the email what was playing but he'd agreed. It seemed an odd choice for a first date. Or whatever they were doing.

"And it's not like that was the last war. Been just about non-stop since that one finished. And well, before. For hundreds of years. More, really."

"So our probes have told us. And we have watched since we've arrived. It is quite impressive, your dedication to destruction."

He fought down a jump as her elbow worked along his thigh and found his quiescent cock. It stirred. Her other hand encouraged his fingers under the cloth of her tank and along her smooth flesh until she huffed as he slid one finger each side of her growing nipple.

She pushed more tightly against him and her hand left his to its work on her tits to loosely hold his chin and turn his head to face her.

"A very strong dedication," she whispered as her elbow encouraged his cock to fight its confinement and she aimed her mouth. The usual shock was softened by the whisky but Brittany shivered and pushed her tit to encourage him to squeeze her nipple and her tongue was aggressive. His weekend with Vicki had acclimated him somewhat but he was a couple of seconds away from breaking the kiss when she finally relented.

Her eyes were wide and glittered and her breathing was fast and shallow.

"I want to taste this," her hand left his chin and encouraged his cock to stiffen further, "I have heard that will be... uncomfortable."

They finished their scotches.

"Yes. It will be rough. But," he said, "there are ways."

Until this moment he hadn't been sure he'd say yes.

Peter held the laughing Brittany's arms behind her as he pushed her into his bedroom. She shared quarters with Julia, the brown-eyed friend she'd been with that night of the Christmas party so it had been an easy decision.

Besides, this was a much shorter walk.

He turned her at the bed and she grabbed his waistband and untied the drawstring before she sat on the bed as she pushed his clothes down his erection popped free. Her breasts popped free as she threw her tank across the room. She looked up at him and he pulled his shirt off and pushed his shoes and trousers and briefs off as she stroked his cock.

"It looks like the pictures and the movies I have seen," her square tongue flicked along her lips, her eyes stayed on his as she opened her mouth and pushed it over his cock before he put both hands on the back of her head and pushed his cock fully into her mouth. He felt her tongue and cheeks press against his hard flesh as she reached around and cupped his ass cheeks. After a half dozen pulses he lessened his pressure and she released him, her eyes blinked.

"Oh, wow."

"That's just precum," he said, "I have, protection. I have a spray that will help you. And me."

He winced slightly, his entire cock tingled lightly with a concentration of the burn at the hole.

"From your biologist," her tongue flicked out and wrapped the engorged cock head, "but no. You like older females?"

She pushed forward and sucked half of his cock in then released it.

"Perhaps I should have brought my mother along? Turn you on more?"

She looked down and swallowed the last third of his hard prick and swirled her tongue around it. He exhaled hard before she released him. During the long weekend with Anna and Vicki they'd trimmed his pubic hair to a buzz cut and he'd kept it that way for his eventual reunion with the biologist but now it seemed more imminently useful.

"Your sensitive spots are... similar."

She put two fingers of her right hand into her mouth and pulled them out before she pushed her mouth back onto his cock and slowly covered the entire shaft. She wrapped her tongue under it lengthwise as she pulled back with her cheeks sucked in to rub against the edges of the protruding head. He moaned softly.

"You... sure about this? Going to be... rough. Vicki said..."

This time he heard a muffled challenge and felt the exhale of breath as she pulled back but didn't fully release him before she pushed forward again.

"Shit... okay, your, our, funeral," he pulled his hips slowly back as she pulled back. He felt the slightest tingle as her finger worked its way into his rear opening.

She was good. The pleasure of the blow job and the burn of it was an intensity he'd rarely felt. It was new. The tingle as her finger pressed on his prostate wasn't new but he wondered how this computer science student knew about that quirk of male human biology. Vicki's knowledge of it hadn't surprised him but he'd not noticed it published.

"Oh, fuck... Brittany... hey," he pumped his cock rapidly as saliva dripped as she sucked hard.

"Ahh..." his spasm pushed a shot of cum onto her tongue and throat and her mouth squeezed his cock tightly as her body went rigid and her eyes wide. She pushed him back as the next shot landed on her chin and down her chest as she coughed and hacked. He pushed her arm to remove her fingers and stepped quickly to the side table at the head of the bed.

Vicki had provided him with the assembler directions for all of her supplies, but they required the central assemblers and not the little room units that handled basic clothes and other domestic needs. Central requests were prioritized and he hadn't bothered to submit since her bag was still half full and for such goods it'd be weeks if not months.

'I'll visit on your holiday in a few months,' her email had offered a couple of days before he'd met Brittany. 'Your holiday' he'd worked out meant the Fourth of July. He'd replied with a 'sounds like a plan.'

Then he'd arrived at his quarters to find a box two feet in each dimension just inside the door, deliveries were allowed bypass. Apparently when the Chief Biologist submits an order with a 'priority' stamp it meant stop what else you're doing. He'd recalled her comment about not having to share. The box went into the closet next to the half-full soft bag she'd left behind, which had ample room with Anna Squared gone. Vicki's last act had been to fill that drawer with supplies from her bag.

"This had better still be full, next time I come," Vicki had said.

He hurriedly grabbed the packet of wipes and a spray bottle from the well-stocked drawer and ran to the coughing Sylvan.

"Hold still and open wide, Brittany," her expression was confused but she obeyed and he put a long spray into her mouth, "swallow."

She'd recovered enough that her eyes flashed with amusement at that, before she opened her mouth and he sprayed again. She closed those blue eyes and took a deep breath and held it. He took her hand and put the spray into it then pulled out a wipe and applied it to his burning cock. She opened her eyes and sprayed into her mouth before she set the spray on the bed and helped herself to a wipe to use on her chin and chest.

"As humans say... fuckin' hell," he laughed at the way that came out in her odd but excellent English but her voice had a touch of gravel, "it seems your biologist bitch has not been lying about us and... humans."

"She knows her stuff," he leaned and kissed her on the lips, the light tingle almost unnoticeable, "want some juice?"

She nodded as she gave herself another quick spray and swallowed.

"And a shot? I have some better whisky than what the dome had."

"A gift from the Queen?" He failed to read her odd tone but she shrugged and gave him a human nod. He nodded back.

When he'd returned she'd removed her miniskirt and sat naked at the head of the bed against the wall with her legs straight and her right ankle over the left. She took her glasses of chilled blue and room temperature brown liquids off of the tray he offered. She drained the blue juice in one long swallow then set the glass on the end table and he jumped when her chilled hand found the still-sensitive flesh of his resting cock and nodded at the spray bottle and bag of wipes.

"Do you have more tricks from your old woman?"

"Indeed," he held up a large flat rectangular plastic packet.

"What is that?"

"Spread your legs and you'll find out."

Hunting the Theropods

[June 19-23, 1985]

"Nanomachines?" Queen Anna's question was dismissive as she echoed his word but the translation came through his earbud.

"Somebody's shipped lots of nanos below," Peter expanded his opening statement in her observatory lounge, "they mix some into each official shipment of our usual nanos, not like they weigh much of anything. So, an extra pound would be what, a bazillion? But never listed on the manifests."

"Thank you for being precise," her tone had become serious as they sat in the soft ultraviolet glow. Rare for her to use Sylvan, she didn't want her words misunderstood.

"But they've done it for at least a year, maybe longer. These custom ones are down there somewhere. Mostly to Europe."

"After YOU, we quit using them in closed places or for sensitive spying. For good resolution to record audio or especially video you need a large number but YOU could hear them in large enough swarms. We found others like you but only you worked out you were being spied on. Who sent them?"

"I don't know yet. But Kim, Angie and Frida, even that Vanessa, have been on the trips but they didn't arrange the cargo. Couple, three sets of pilots, all originals, still zeroing in on flights so could just be one pair or all three. But always the same set of guards."

"Who were the contacts?"

"A Patrick Collins, Irish dude, not his real name but that's what he's in your records as and he's got a very fuzzy history, same with Brigid Mueller, a German with another fuzzy past. And a Cherry Powell. American girl, in fact, a Valley local like me, but hangs with those two. But definitely from the other, way other, side of the tracks. Rich, religious family. But. Remember the Church? The fire?"

"She was there?"

"Yeah. Even wilder, one of the black robes. Remember the one your little probe shot?"

She nodded.

"Cherry made it out, left town. But before that she hooked up with that Sheryl in the Valley that was Carole's contact. And one more thing."

Anna took a long sip of her whiskey, a bourbon. Even the good ones didn't match the good scotches for his tongue. She looked at him and nodded.

"She was up here. Sheryl had requested the trip, went through usual channels, not one you had to review or approve since it'd come from her. Dinner in the restaurant the night me and Carole had dinner with you, what, eighteen months ago. But I've never again seen the two males she was with that night. And I haven't broken into your personnel records to ID them. That seemed a bit... too far."

"Break in. Your access will be hidden?"

"Have any of your paeple ever said 'someone's sneaking around our systems'?"

She let out a human laugh.