All That Glitters Ch. 53

Joyce giggled. "I could, but tonight is all about you. I won't be joining you later so that you and Raymond can have some intimate time together. But I will get my pleasure from helping prepare you."

"Are you sure you won't stay?" Alya asked. "I don't mind sharing."

"Nor do I," Joyce agreed, "and normally I would be happy to share. However, you have been away for almost a month. Tonight is for you. I will join you and Raymond tomorrow."

Joyce quickly and thoroughly worked at cleaning Alya's body. When she was satisfied, she pulled the plug and had Alya stand in the tub, using the rinse head to hose her and the tub of bubbles. Alya stepped out of the tub into a large, warm towel which Joyce used to gently dry her off. Joyce then rubbed the scented oils all over her body until her skin glowed.

Joyce then sat her in the chair and began to do her hair, swiftly putting it into twin braids that she wound around the top of her head in a very distinctive and pretty style.

She skilfully applied a small amount of makeup and then guided Alya to the bed. Joining her on the bed, Joyce began with a long and tender kiss while her fingers tweaked her friend's breasts, pulling on the nipples until Alya literally purred.

Lips separated and Joyce's mouth moved down her partner's body until she found her breasts. She moved between them, licking, sucking, nibbling in a pattern that swiftly brought Alya to a peak.

Joyce's hands were not idle as they roamed teasingly over her friend. They eventually found their way between Alya's legs, touching the soft pelt of fur between them. She pulled on those hairs, causing Alya to rock her hips in response, before slipping into the now heated center of her friend's body.

Fingers pulled on Alya's labia, causing her to moan in pleasure before first one, then a second finger dipped into her swampy core. Alya gasped and arched her back at the intrusion. Joyce always knew how to bring out her pleasure.

Alya reached out and ran her left hand over the back of her friend's body, luxuriating in the feel of her warm flesh. Her hand eventually slid over Joyce's ass and dipped between her legs, only to find her friend was as aroused as she was.

Alya pulled and Joyce swung her legs over her head, opening them for Alya's lips. Joyce's own lips found Alya's labia, sucking and pulling on them to the soft coos that signified her friend's pleasure.

Alya's tongue slipped out and tasted Joyce. She always revelled in the taste of her friend's nectar, so much sweeter than that of her own.

The two began to work each other toward their mutual orgasms, but they never quite got there before they were pleasantly interrupted.

Alya felt the bed tilt slightly. Her head buried between her friend's hips, she never heard Raymond enter the room, nor saw him disrobe as he watched the two ladies play, but she did feel when the bed dipped as Raymond knelt on it and the sudden rush of cool air as Joyce raised her head.

Rhythmic movements of Joyce's head told her that she had found something of interest. Alya smiled and continued to pleasure her friend. After a time, the bed moved again and something warm touched Alya between her legs. She recognized the head of Raymond's fleshy lance as it pressed gently between her folds.

Joyce took that moment to press her fingers on either side of Alya's labia, spreading them before the larger invader as two of Joyce's fingers did not match the girth of Raymond's weapon. Raymond reached down and grasped his shaft, rubbing the head up and down between Alya's legs, seeking her introitus. He heard a purr from one of the ladies but was not sure who had made it. He took that moment to slip forward, allowing the crown to slowly intrude into Alya's body.

A soft moan escaped the lips pressed against Joyce's opening, vibrating her sex and causing her to groan in response.

Raymond pushed a little harder and his member eased a little further into Alya's body until, finally, it came to a stop halfway inside. He waited for a moment for Alya to acclimatise to him, then slid backwards a little before pressing forward again.

Alya moaned as Raymond pressed into her and rocked her hips to help him go deeper. Raymond kept sliding back and forth, easing more of his length into her body with each forward thrust. Eventually, he came to a stop again, this time the head of his prick pressed against Alya's cervix. He could go no further. He slid backwards until only the crown was left inside her body, then pushed back, a little harder until he was once again fully seated inside her, gently slapping his hips against hers.

Alya wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him hard against her. When she relaxed, Raymond pulled back and slapped his hips back against her own, forcing his shaft to piston in and out of her body.

In one motion, Raymond went from dead slow, gentle, lovemaking, to hard, fast, fucking, slapping his body against Alya's. Alya cried out her pleasure and then wrapped her lips around Joyce's clit, sucking on it hard. Joyce's own calls of delight were suddenly added to the muffled cries from Alya. The trio was frantic in their efforts to please each other after having been separated for almost a month.

Joyce was the first to go over the edge, calling out loudly as she sprayed Alya's face. Alya, excited by Joyce's release, followed not long after. She trapped Raymond's manhood as she squeezed it rhythmically with her inner muscles, pulling him against her with her heels.

The intense pressure on his love muscle sent Raymond over the edge and he spent himself inside Alya, the three of them lending their voices to their mutual harmony of pleasures. They spent almost a full minute in the pleasure of their releases.

Joyce recovered first, gently disengaging herself from between the other two and rolled over on her back to enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm.

Raymond, still embedded inside Alya, leaned forward over her body and kissed her tenderly. "Mmmm, tasty," he told her, getting giggles from Alya.

Yes, she does indeed taste better than my spend, Alya thought of Joyce's spend all over her face.

"Welcome home," Raymond said.

Tears suddenly formed in Alya's eyes. Yes, she was indeed home. Alya had just discovered that home wasn't a place, it was a feeling, shared between other members of her tight group, her family? She liked to think that. It would be pleasant to believe she had a family again, this one including Joyce and Raymond. She could be happy with that.

With all this musing, she suddenly realized that she had never found that outfit in the white bag in the second closet...

Office of the Minister of Interspecies Affairs, UDC HQ, Capital City, Terra, The Sol System

Charles Ronter was reading the petition his office had just received from Ambassador Michelle Halten at Liramor-23.

Well shit, he thought. This is going to go over with a bang.

He called in Assistant Minister Cecilia Lourdes and gave her the file.

"I'm honestly not sure how to deal with this one, Cecilia," Charles admitted. "Do we handle this as a refugee situation, or on humanitarian grounds?"

"I would say that we go the humanitarian route, sir," Lourdes replied. "The Human Resources and Refugee Committee would take too long to respond for our needs. If we go the humanitarian route, we will have an answer one way or the other in a couple of days."

"We have some time to respond to this petition, the couple in question does not need to be in her respective swamp for a few days, but I note that it states the sooner they can imprint on the swamp the better," Charles mused. "We'll go with that and push this on the Senate Special Humanitarian Committee. They will have to respond within four days.

"I'll bring the petition with me to the President's brief this afternoon," Charles finished.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the President has already been informed, sir. After all, he has a direct line into Liramor-23," Lourdes told him with a smile, which Charles returned.

Presidential Conference Room, The President's Compound, Capital City, Terra, The Sol System

Charles Ronter, Minister of Interspecies Affairs for the Greater Community, came into the large Presidential Conference Room at the same time as Minister Peter Williams, Minister of Foreign Affairs (Union) who greeted him amicably. They discussed a few things between them and then rose as the President came into the conference room.

"Good afternoon, all, what do we have of importance today?" the President asked.

He went through all of the departments and finally came to Charles. "Charles, anything of note for me today?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. We have a humanitarian petition for the family of an Asocan couple, specifically, the couple that had their mating ceremony at Denders Resort, sir.

"It appears that the couple have inadvertently become pregnant and have need of a suitable location for a nursery swamp. While most Asocan females return to their ancestral swamps to have their clutches, Drane Mutt Hoyle lives in the region of Asoc Shall and, being loyal to the Asoc, cannot return there at the moment. Also, it would be difficult for her to go elsewhere in the Asocan Realm until after Unaayel is removed as a threat.

"The issue here is that the clutch needs to imprint on the nursery swamp during the first sixty days of gestation, preferably sooner in that time frame, sir," Ronter explained.

"Why is this an issue for us, Charles?" the President asked.

"Sir, the couple needs employment and the support of an Asocan community for their clutch. The only suitable location that can provide that for them is at Denders. The Asoc assures us that a portion of the Denders swamp would be suitable as a nursery swamp and the Asocans that work at Denders and at the Johal Compound would provide a suitable community for the couple," Charles explained.

"Why is this a humanitarian request?" the President demanded.

"Sir, if it went through the Human Resources and Refugee Committee, it would take months to receive a response. By then, the opportunity to imprint on the swamp would be lost and the couple would lose the clutch," Charles informed the room.

"What's the catch to all of this, or is there one?" the President wanted to know, his smile telling Charles that he already knew the answer.

"Sir, the clutch would be bound to the swamp or the immediate area until they reached the Shamot stage of their development, approximately four to five years after they are born. That is a long-term commitment for the folks in and around Denders," Charles responded.

"Jason, how would this go down in the media?" the President asked.

"Sir, most people would be alright with this petition," Jason Cantor, the President's Chief of Staff replied. "However, there are some diehards that would balk at it,"

"Yes, I can even think of a few who would be rather boisterous about it," the President retorted.

"Very well, as the local Asocan community will support the couple, I am inclined to support this petition," the President stated. "We can be quite magnanimous when we don't have to provide funds on the issue and this will help our relationship with the Asocans.

"Charles, let's assign someone to this case and bring the couple down as soon as possible. I will give Presidential consent to this petition, so let's make it happen, people," the President ordered.

"Yes, Sir!" came back from his Ministers.

Apartment of Mike Hollister, Capital City, Terra, The Sol System

Mike heard the pronouncement of the Senate on the issue of the Asocan couple a few days after the President's afternoon meeting. The media explained the situation in simple terms for the average viewer and finally said the Senate Special Humanitarian Committee was giving them leave to use the swamp at Denders as a nursery in order to enable the couple to keep their clutch.

That thought sent warring emotions through Mike's mind. It was obviously another plot to set down more permanent roots on human planets but then again it was about saving a clutch, children, alien children but children none-the-less.

Mike was and had always been a man devoted to God. He respected and always fought for the right to life. Abortion was an anathema to him. While, in this case, it was a natural situation to the inability of the mother to return to her ancestral swamp, the loss of her clutch, her children, was not something that needed to happen.

Mike sat in his apartment for hours after the announcement, contemplating what it meant for him and his congregation.

Hollister residence, Capital City, Terra, The Sol System

Milla and her three boys were sitting down to watch her ex husband's Sunday morning sermon. While the boys were disappointed in what their father had done to disgrace himself, on more than one occasion, she still insisted that they at least watch his sermons, which tended to be rather good actually, even if he tended to harp continually on the presence of aliens on Terra.

She and the boys would then discuss the merits of the points from the sermon around the lunch table. This way, Milla could make sure that her boys had an independence of thought from those pushed by their father, while still watching and learning different things from him.

This morning's sermon would prove to be a bit of a surprise...

"He's on," said Charles, their youngest, said and eagerly sat down on the floor with his back to the couch.

"Last night," Reverend Hollister began, "I heard that the Senate had approved the request by an Asocan couple to allow them to use the swamp at Denders Resort as a nursery for their expected clutch, their children."

"Oh, no. He's going to spout out anti-alien bile again," Charles said sounding disappointed. He was shushed by his mother and two older brothers...

"While at face value, one would believe that this is an attempt by aliens to gain a further foothold on Terra, I have to agree with the Senate on this issue," Mike stated firmly, surprising his congregation and his wife and children watching on his media channel.

Mike allowed the angry comments of his live audience to die down before he spoke again.

"I am, and will always be, a pro-life person. I do not believe in the RIGHT to abortion on demand or the use of abortion as a means of contraception. To force an abortion of someone goes against my personal beliefs. For this reason, I agree with the Senate's decision."

Once more his live audience erupted in dispute. He allowed the anger to subside until someone made a comment he could not allow to pass.

"How can you allow these soulless alien heathens to take possession of Terran property?" a woman asked.

"How do you know they are soulless, Arianna?" Hollister asked.

"The good book says that humans are made in God's image!" Arianna replied.

"Yes it does, doesn't it," Mike agreed. "It also says that it is the soul that gives man his intelligence and that intelligence gives man the right to dominance over all other creatures on this planet, and on the other planets that humans dominate.

"Let me ask you a question," Mike said. "When we come to the end of our lives, when we die, what is it that goes back to God?"

"The soul," his congregation stated together, getting into the swing of the sermon now.

"Correct," Mike returned. "It is the soul that returns to God, not the body, the shell, but the inherent insides of a person.

"Has anyone ever seen a soul?" Mike asked rhetorically as he immediately answered his own question with an emphatic "No."

"While there is much postulation on the evidence of the soul, and we Christians have no doubt that it exists, it is the soul, provided by God, that gives us our intelligence and the right to dominance over the other species on this and other worlds.

"By extension, if a species has intelligence, do they then not have a soul?" Mike asked, bringing silence to the audience. "If we are granted our intelligence by possession of our soul, then it is obvious that those who have intelligence must also have souls. There are at least eleven other species out there with intelligence that rivals that of humans. Who knows how many other intelligent species actually exist in our galaxy alone?

"It is the soul that returns to God, and we have never seen a soul, though its existence is understood. The soul is non-corporal, while the body is corporal. It is the soul that returns to God. By that extension, it is the soul itself that is created in God's image, and not the body, the shell.

"If God, in his wisdom, can create a shell for the soul of humans, why can he not create a shell for non-humans? The soul exists. Intelligence is the marker of a soul. That much we understand as fact. If that is the case, then we must also understand that the shell does not matter.

"We also believe that the soul is created at conception, thus abortion is an anathema for us, for me. To force an abortion on another family is the height of evil.

"That is why I agree with the Senate on this issue. I will not force an abortion, natural or otherwise, on another family, even if that family is non-human. The new couple should be allowed to use a portion of the Denders Resort swamp as a nursery, despite my misgivings of alien encroachment on Terra," Mike finished.

The congregation exploded into anarchy as Mike Hollister stepped back from the podium in shock. The issue had not resolved itself before the end of the media session. Mike Hollister's Christian community had much to discuss that day and for many days following.

The Hollister family also had much to discuss this morning, while Milla Hollister had many private thoughts about her ex.

Maybe there is hope for him yet? she thought as the day was coming to an end.

PV The Trine, Denders Resort Shuttle Port, South-West Coast of North America, Terra, The Sol System

The Trine was met by President Wilford J. Holloway, Madame Aubuchon, Minister of Interspecies Affairs for the Greater Community Charles Ronter, Juanito Inverno of the UDC and Counselor for Human Affairs at the Johal Consulate, the Asocan Counselor and staff at the Johal Consulate, two senior members of the Senate, Sylvie Triand of Denders, a handful of Senior Asocan guests at Denders, and members of the media.

The hatch opened and the first two people off the ship were Ikekiya and Zarreniya, who ran down to meet the President, calling out to him as they came.

With a smile, the President went down on one knee as the children crashed into him and gave him kisses.

"You did good, Mr. Pwesident," Zarreniya said, getting laughter from the media. The children turned to look at the ship as Hanalei and Junelliya lead the Asoc, the Asost, and the now much happier couple down the ramp. They were followed by three Asocans that the President was certain he had not seen before.

"Mr. President," Junelliya acknowledged with a bow. "Minister Ronter, Senators, Juanita, Counselor Agren Mutt Simmi, Angelique," the last was said with a smile and a raised eyebrow as to Angelique's presence at this little ceremony.

The President stood as the Asoc approached. "Mr. President, my people are grateful for what you and the people of Terra have done for us this day," she said, giving the President a short bow. "Your compassion for a couple that has been wrongly denied by fate is something that Asocans will not forget for a very long time."

"This is a minor blip in the great scheme of life, Asoc," the President replied. "Besides, my significant other is the one you should be thanking. It was Angelique that pushed this project on the Senate committee and refused to allow them to give anything but a positive response on the issue," he told the Asoc, while seeking out the hand of Angelique.