Pea Pod - Give Peas a Chance

Hilda giggled and exclaimed, "It took me three days to recover from my first time!"

"I physically recovered the same day. It took me a couple days to emotionally recover," Tess admitted, "Thanks to Dolly or else it might have been weeks."

"Well, if it helps the ship... speaking of which, Heidi, if we have to come back after the men are here, we won't be able to show up in an high tech anti-gravity hovering planetary exploration craft. Can we put a launch onboard you to visit the island from," I asked.

"There really is no need for that, Dolly. I have full stealth and holographic capabilities. I can appear as a fishing vessel or an earth mega-yacht if you like," she declared.

"So you'll look like Octopus when we dock or something like that?"

"Accessing... yes, that is quite an attractive vessel. I could take on that appearance or I could design a unique interpretation which wouldn't be misidentified as being a specific vessel," she answered.

"Design your own is the better option, just don't make it too high tech looking," I agreed.

"Are we going to need to set up some kind of cloaking for Zager Slayer?" Heidi asked.

"No, as long as she doesn't use the hover carts to offload we should be okay," I determined.

We entered the restaurant and were almost, immediately greeted by Itzel, "My favorite diners are here!"

"Itzel, have you nearly fully trained a chef to take over here or will we have to come back for you?" I asked her.

"Are we leaving?" she asked.

"We should probably head out tomorrow after we gather Gwen from her Pea Pod," I informed her.

"I believe that I have a couple of up and coming people who can handle things here. I'll begin to move my things back aboard Heidi right after diner service," Itzel agreed and swiftly reentered the kitchen.

Several ladies emerged carrying trays of food and began serving everyone, "A lovely Zager fish filet with sautéed tentacle on the side, truffles, and fried Amaranth," she said.

"It looks lovely, send my compliments to the chef... in the form of a big wet kiss, with your tongue down her throat," I instructed my server.

"I'll be fired, but it shall be done," she insisted.

"If she fires you, you didn't put enough enthusiasm into the job," I explained.

"I promise, everything I have will go into your message," she bowed and slipped into the kitchen.

I heard something hit the floor, and someone squeal, but no one left the kitchen for some time. Ten minutes later my server came out and approached me saying, "Itzel's reply was very specific," whereupon she, started snogging my face, groping Sissy and Jiggles, and dry humping my leg. Two minutes later the entire restaurant was down on the floor lezing the hell out of each other and the server was unconscious from having orgasmed too hard.

I heard, "I should have known we would need a repair crew after my reply," as Itzel ambled up. "I think you should know that I promised to invite my server to our bed tonight if she followed my instructions explicitly."

"It's okay with me... as long as she is conscious by then," I laughed.

I heard my server declare in her unconscious state, "Mom, you said the queen was a bitch and no fun at all. You were so fucking wrong! I love my Queen!"

"Have this put through a Refresher, dressed in something unbelievably see through and sexy and deposited in the royal bedchamber," I ordered indicating the delirious server.

One of my Amazon attendants snagged the girl and took off at a trot.

"That girl will take on the Amazonian if you even suggest it. She was scared shitless when she, Frenched me in the kitchen. She threw everything she had into it and ruined my panties, so I knew for a fact you sent her. I figured to return the favor and she crapped herself. So we cleaned her up and had to promise a full up romp before she would agree to go for it," Itzel laughed. "She either passed out from too much pleasure, or the fright it caused."

Heidi interjected with, "The server is requesting much bigger breasts."

"What kind of experimental results are you getting Heidi?" I asked.

The new results are 100% predictable breast growth, in both rodents and simians," she declared.

"Have you prepared an anti-boob serum?" I insisted.

"No, Queen Dolly, I have not," she answered.

"If you cannot neutralize it, you will not initiate Ka'anian testing," I ordered.

"A wise and thoughtful requirement my Queen," Heidi admitted.

"I will brook no biotechnology innovation without antidotes! Carve it in stone. Set it in Stainless Steel. Write it upon the stars if you will!" I insisted.

"Majesty, I fear your statue will take even longer than I had predicted," Heidi decided.

"I'm in no hurry for a statue, Heidi," I admitted.

That is good, because the technology required will not be available for several weeks," Heidi stated.

"Right... so, the statue is on hold. I can live with that," I admitted with relief.

Right then Windy joined us and asked, "What technology will you need for the revised statue which does not yet exist?"

"The Starship is not yet operational," she admitted.

"What the hell do you need a starship for to create a statue?" I asked.

"Ka'an's moon is not accessible for customization until the starship lifts," she admitted.

"You're going to turn the moon into a statue for Dolly...?" Windy exclaimed.

"Would you prefer someone else?" Heidi countered.

For the very first time, I saw Windy speechless.

"I would prefer someone else..." I remarked.

"Not an option," Meka exclaimed, once again joining us.

"Why the hell not...? We could easily put a monument to your father on the moon," I suggested.

"Father failed, not due to his own fault, but due to mother's... if you ask me, it should be your image," Meka declared. "We can put it to a vote..."

"Right... I'm likely to lose that," I snorted.

"So you agree that it will be very popular with the people. Then there is no problem," Meka decided. "Oh, by the way, you did an awesome job on the training video!"

"I'm too sexy for my shoes..." I stated, "Too sexy for my bras..."

"I was thinking the same thing Dolly, so I am redesigning them as we speak!" Heidi assured me.

"It's a song Heidi," Meka informed her, "She isn't complaining about how pretty the bra you made her is."

"She still deserves prettier lingerie," Heidi insisted.

"She has the top designers on two whole planets doing their very best to give her their finest lingerie. The fact that she is wearing your design, puts you ahead of the best designers anywhere," Meka tried to console her.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is, I know that I can do better," Heidi insisted, "I'm going to design a brassiere that makes everyone, so crazy that they will not be able to keep their hands off of you," she assured me.

"Ah... Heidi, maybe that isn't such a good idea..." Meka warned.

"Yes, I have noticed that whenever Dolly is stimulated her following grows exponentially," Heidi agreed.

"She might want to spend a few hours vertical Heidi," Meka reasoned.

"Her followers will carry her around above their heads wherever she wishes to go," Heidi insisted.

"With her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, she won't want to go anywhere, least of all a mission aboard her exploration ship," Meka reasoned.

"That...that would be bad," Heidi decided, "I shall omit the hypothalamus stimulator from my future designs."

"Good choice," I affirmed. "Or else your 3D video feed, your sensors, and your communications would forever be revoked."

"No... you would do that?" she asked.

"In a heartbeat, we do not use technology to alter the emotional or sexual feeling of our subjects. They feel as they feel, and the instant they no longer wish me to be queen, I look into opportunities for big breasted geologists in this world or the other," I declared.

"Never, that will never, ever happen," Heidi insisted.

"I fully agree, Heidi," Meka acknowledged, "Moreover, she needs no trickery or technology to assure it."

"I see your point Meka. I assure you both that you will see no violation of our understanding," Heidi declared. "However, once my monument is complete, everyone on the planet will know the greatest Queen's face!"

"She's going to sculpt my face on a mountain on the moon, isn't she?" I whispered to Meka.

"Don't worry about it, I'm in charge of her final statue to you," Meka explained.

"Just as long as it is tasteful and modest," I required.

"Dolly, who the hell thought up this virtual presence via, robotic interface?" Mayahuel exclaimed through my brassiere.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked her back.

"I can't find the will to disconnect!" Mayahuel exclaimed, "Oh dude... your cock looks so swollen and painful... would you mind if I relieve your tension?"

"You have needs Mayahuel, so what if you are fulfilling a few of them?" I asked.

"You don't understand. I can't resist them..." she complained.

"Then if you don't get off your ass and get my starship functioning, I will have you neutered!" I yelled.

"Get your dick out of me butthead. I have to get to work!" Mayahuel exclaimed and seemed to immediately get to work.

"Mayahuel, enjoy your sexy virtual presence, but remember, you work for the Queen!" I announced.

"Yes my liege, I will not have a break for sex any more than you do!" she assured me.

"Shit, I wish I was having less sex than I do," I admitted.

"Okay... but I have the auxiliary converter functional on the starship, the main converter has been operational for weeks, the inertia drive has come online, and the artificially concentrated optical beam has been increased to required parameters," she declared.

"So what is left before an operational trial is attempted?" I asked.

"We should be ready within the week," Mayahuel admitted.

"Where the hell is Sampson?" I asked.

"She's in the corner. Just use your Amazon perception," Meka advised.

"So Sampson, what did the doctors determine?" I asked.

"That Windy and I are not genetically identical," she admitted.

"This is the Queen you are speaking to, Sampson! You need to tell her everything!" Windy growled.

"The testing revealed that I have the potential for even greater telekinesis than Windy has, if I am properly trained," she admitted.

"What about menses?" I asked.

"Ah..." Sampson replied.

"Answer, or battle... you choose!" Windy barked.

"I should begin in a few days and at the moment I am mega fertile," Sampson answered with a scarlet blush.

"Hey, why are you being so harsh to my Step brother?" Frances asked.

"With great power, comes great responsibility," Windy parroted, "A quote from Spiderman."

"Yes, I've read it, seen the movie, and the cartoon," Sampson admitted.

"This Spiderman must be a great man to have so much," Akhushtal declared.

"A totally fictitious construct, written by a man called Stan Lee," Sampson informed them.

"Obviously a parable of some note then," she assumed.

"It was re-quoted from Voltaire," I assured the unenlightened.

"Dolly is correct, the earliest known quote is from Voltaire," Heidi declared. "Although some feel it was in the Bible, Luke, written in approximately 60 to 65 AD."

"It matters not, who spoke the sentiments, as Queen I live by that motto," I assured all of them. "I also expect everyone who works for me, to live by it as well."

"If you do not work for Dolly, you are either feed for the crops, or an earther," Windy proclaimed.

"Believe me I do not want to go back to earth as a girl!" Sampson stated with a shudder.

"What's wrong with being an earth girl?" I insisted.

"The second part of the statement is what is wrong. I don't want to be a girl at all. Least of all an earth girl," Sampson admitted.

"Hey, I love an earth girl, and Ka'an itself owes a debt it could sorely afford to repay to an earth girl," I scolded.

"I would never disrespect Gwen, my liege. I have loved her as I love you, for as long as I have known you," Sampson declared.

"Okay, you get to stay... just as long as you love Gwen, Meka, Windy, Beth, Ixchel, Itzel, Ysalane, and many more. Not to mention you should mother Akna and the kingdom. What say you?" I put to her.

"I will protect and love the royal family with my dying breath," Sampson swore.

"Do you think that you can love them every night, for hour upon hour?" I asked.

"What the hell does that mean?" she asked.

"Answer yes you fucking moron," Windy advised.

"To the best of my ability and beyond," Sampson agreed.

"I hereby declare you a wife of the Queen, the Amazonian, and the High Priestess. Do you accept the marriage to the royal court?" I put to her.

Frances jumped out of her seat, pointed her finger at Sampson, declaring, "If you do not say yes, I will personally kill you where you stand!"

"Frances... do you have feelings for the queen?" Sampson asked.

"Of course you stupid fuck! She made me what I am today. She's saving an entire planet that has superior technology to ours, and she helps more people from earth than you can ever know!" Frances elucidated, "If she is not good enough for you, there isn't anyone who is!"

"I'm just having trouble deciding whether I am worthy of being a wife..." Sampson admitted.

"Stupid man brain, she is the decider," Frances exclaimed.

"Okay, I accept! Please, make me a wife of the Queen!" Sampson exclaimed.

"Done and done," declared Meka, High Priestess of Ka'an.

"Where the hell is my white dress and train?" Sampson chided.

"Okay... Heidi, I want the full Princess Diana routine for Sampson, by tomorrow when Gwen gets out of her Pea Pod," I insisted.

"I shall see to it, my love," Heidi announced. "Do I get to be Sampson's godmother too?"

"Yes you do Heidi. Sampson which of the mercenaries, do you want to give you away?" I asked, suppressing a smile.

"Ah, I guess Zed would be the one," Sampson supplied.

"Have you seen any of them since your emergence?" I asked her

"I haven't had time. We came here directly from the sickbay. Windy insisted that we report to you before we did anything else," Sampson explained.

"Well, stick with Windy or one of our other wives for a while. They know what you're going through, and they will take such good care of you, you will hardly know which end is up," I told her, with a hug.

"She's been showing me amazon stuff even while we were being examined. It's kind of fun... like being a superhero," Sampson replied with a smile.

"We'll get you some tights after the wedding," I teased.

"Yah, right after Windy teaches me to fly," she flipped back.

"That lesson doesn't come for several weeks," Windy informed her with a straight face.

"You can fly...?" Sampson asked wide eyed.

"Well, it's more like falling with style..." she continued.

"Yah... that lesson can wait..." Sampson agreed.

"Did you get diner yet?" I insisted.

"No, Windy and I are on guard," Sampson insisted.

"Like hell you are! You are going to need your strength if you're guarding me, my friend! Stuff can turn into an emergency without warning! Sit your pretty ass down and I'll have Itzel stuff you like a goose!" I stood forcing her to take the seat I just vacated and jiggled my way to the kitchen, "Itzel... I have a starving amazon who needs feeding."

Itzel was already heading out of the kitchen with plate in hand, "I'm on it!"

"How did you know...?" I asked.

"Heidi multitasks. She told me that you were coming," Itzel admitted as she swept from the kitchen. "I love my communicator bra!"

The instant the plate was put before Itzel, it began to disappear at a startling rate, "Windy... how could you not know how hungry she was?"

"She has Amazon powers of deception and incredible stamina," Windy shrugged, "She has such great power, she slings it about without knowing that she is doing it. She is burning huge amounts of fuel, and will until I can teach her to hold some in reserve."

"I'll... come back with more..." Itzel said as she faded back into the kitchen.

"Heidi, check the vitals on Sampson please," I asked.

"Her temperature is elevated and her telekinetic output is mounting," Heidi replied.

"Windy... it's time to do your coach thing!" I advised.

"Sampson... either relax, or I will put you out..." Windy threatened.

Sampson belched and gave Windy a dirty look, although her output continued to build. Seconds later, she was laying on her plate out cold.

"I don't know how much longer I'll be able to do that, but hopefully long enough I can teach her control," she advised.

"What kind of effect will she produce if she orgasms?" I asked, thinking of our wedding night.

"It could be unfortunate..." Windy admitted. "There could be anything from broken bones to death."

"Okay, an official royal edict, I am the only one who makes this girl orgasm first!" I commanded. "No arguments, no buts, I'm the only one who makes her cum first!"

"That is wise beyond your ken, my love," Windy agreed.

"Why do you say that, Windy?"

"Sampson would rather die herself, than see one hair on your head harmed," Windy supplied.

"Right... Sampson is never present when I get a haircut... Got it," I declared.

"Smart ass...!" Windy accused.

"It's really big and jiggly too... wanna see?" I threatened.

"I sure do!" Sampson admitted groggily. "I'd eat a mile of your poop, just to see where it comes from!"

"So it's important to you to make me feel good?" I asked the barely awake Sampson.

"If I had my way, you would never feel pain of any kind again... only pleasure!" she insisted.

"Do you know all of the things that give me pleasure?" I asked with a smile.

"If you will allow me, I promise to spend the rest of my life learning..." she insisted.

"Did you know how much pleasure I get from seeing my subjects with hope in their eyes?" I asked.

"No, but I have observed how they love you for your gift," she told me with a tear in her eye.

"How much pleasure do I get from saving a lost soul... sort of like yours...?"

"Oh... god, if I can just take possession of that one, I'll be the happiest subject you've ever had!" she moaned as she started to wake up even more.

In walked my daughter, Princess Akna Gordon, "Oh, you so can, dudette! I tried to fight it when she put me in the hot seat, but it's real, and it isn't all roses and flowers!" she declared as she hugged me, "I love you so much mom!"

"I'm happy to see you, sweetie," I told her.

"Well... Heidi insisted that I come, since my mom is getting married again!" she giggled.

"Are you going to be the flower girl?" I asked.

"I bet you'd love to see me in a tiny pink frilly dress carrying a bouquet, wouldn't you?" she asked as she kissed me.

"Are you saying that you don't want the job?" I teased back.

"You couldn't stop me from wearing that frilly pink job, even with Windy!" she giggled and squirmed. "I just wish my genetic mother could see what has become of me! She was proud when I made lab technician for Dr. Chirakan Ixmucane. She'd be pissing herself over this!"

"Wait until one day, when you are queen..." I told her.

"Shut your mouth! Don't you ever say that again mother!" she shrieked. "I'll do anything to keep that from happening for as long as the sun shines in the heavens!"

"It has happened... it will happen again. The problem is can you live up to the challenge?" I asked.

"I will do the job, as if you were still here, teaching my successor that she works for the people, not the other way around and that they are no better than their subjects," she parroted. "With great power, comes great responsibility."

"One day, you may understand what that means," I assured her. "We are going to put you to the test one day soon. I will put you in charge, just to see how you handle things."