You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet

"I chuckled. Evidently there was another word that didn't quite translate, but I got the idea. 'So why don't you tell someone about it?' I asked.

"'Kohwee is the Supreme One,' she said sadly, 'the Big Kahuna as you called him. No matter how many of his wife-mates say he cheated, no one wants to believe us. Maybe they will believe you if you can prove how he is cheating.'

"'OK,' I said. 'I will test the water. But how do I get a sample?'

"'On each night of mating time,' she explained, 'the Supreme One fights against the strongest of the young.' She shrugged her shoulders and said, 'If I had won, I would have become the Big Kahuna instead of a cunt, but there is nothing I can do about that now.'

"We went back to the building where the others were waiting and I presented the Supreme One with some gifts and he asked us to stay as his guests. He didn't mention that the mating time would begin shortly. Maybe he wanted to surprise us, or maybe he just assumed everyone knew that already.

"When I told my shipmates what was happening, half of them wanted to blast off and get the hell out of there. The other half wanted to be on the streets when the horny women came wailing by. The captain had the final say and he opted for staying-- but keeping the engines warm and ready to blast off if things started to get weird.

"After what I had just explained, I wondered what in the hell he would consider weird, but anyway a few days later all the locals started acting a little strange and they set up this big arena in the center of town with what looked like a large boxing or wrestling ring in the very center of it. The Supreme One invited us to come watch, but added that we could not take part in the activities in the arena area. He spit on the ground and added, 'I don't care what you do with the skanks prowling the streets, but stay away from the mate-wives in the arena area.' Several of the crew decided that they would skip the festivities and maybe take a walk around town for a while.

"It was a little disturbing that night. All the locals were naked, and everyone-- male and female-- was sporting a huge hard on. The males had slightly bigger stiffies, but the angle of the dangle was just as high in the females. The smell of sex was also in the air... and on the ground... and in the bleachers. These people were fucking everywhere. Two of them would be going at it like mad in the bleachers and the folks right next to them would be just sitting there munching on some local snack and watching the ring for the next match.

"The Big Kahuna fought in the first combat and the young one matched against him was giving him a pretty tough run in the first round, just like Lana said she had done. By the end of the round, the Supreme One was puffing pretty hard while the young buck was dancing around trying to get a good hold on him to pull him down. He was literally saved by the bell.

"When the second round began, the young buck was slightly off, while the ol' Kahuna looked like he had gotten his second wind. I probably should have arranged to test his water, too. It probably had something in it to pep him up. By the fourth round, the young buck was definitely off. You might not have noticed it if you weren't looking for it, but he was slower and seemed weaker than he should have been. Kohwee, on the other hand, was growing stronger with each round. Near the end of the fifth round, he threw his opponent to the mat and pulled her legs up over her chest. Then he entered her in one violent push and began thrusting furiously. It looked a lot like a man taking another man because there was a prick flopping around between their bodies, but Kohwee was in her cunt, not her asshole.

"It evidently didn't take him very long to cum, because in just a short time, he suddenly stiffened his body and yelled out loudly. He continued to rock on his defeated opponent while she-- I guess she was now a she-- while she screamed in obvious pain and despair. When they both stood up, the Supreme One pulled his new wife-mate to the center of the ring and slowly turned her around so that everyone could see her little nubby tits start to emerge. He then strode out of the ring to the cheers of the crowd.

"A few minutes later, Lana joined us in the bleachers. She was carrying a small water bottle. 'I poured some of her water into this,' she said softly. 'They won't notice it missing when they do the tests.' She looked around furtively to see if we were being watched and then walked back to join the other wife-mates as they welcomed the latest member of the harem.

"I waited a while, watching a couple more of the matches, before telling my shipmates that I was going to walk around for a while. That comment was met with hoots and laughter because they thought I meant I was going to go sample some local nookie on the streets. Instead I hurried back to the ship and gave the water to our ship's medic. After running a few tests he came back to the crew lounge and said, 'Congratulations, you're pregnant.'

"'What!?!' I exclaimed, and he began to explain. 'It's obviously an artificial hormone, even on this planet, but it is definitely a female pregnancy hormone. My first tests didn't detect it, but then I programmed the machine to search for partial molecules of any known substance. There's just enough of it to trigger a pregnancy response in a the body, but not enough to pop on a standard test.'

"That was it. Kohwee was staying on top by triggering the female change response in his opponent BEFORE he splooched them."

"'Would the same thing work for a male hormone?' I asked. 'Maybe something like testosterone?'

"'Probably,' the medic replied. 'And if it was one of these artificial partial molecules, it might not be found in the testing.'

"He sat down with me and asked, 'Now that you know how he is cheating, what are you going to do?'

"'I need to talk to Lana about that,' I replied and ambled back to the arena. I wasn't really in a hurry because I had no idea what I was going to say when I got there.

"I was almost back to my shipmates when Lana headed me off. 'Did you find anything?' she asked.

"'Yeah,' I replied. 'The water is laced with an incomplete form of a pregnancy hormone. They probably don't even test for it, and even if they did, it wouldn't show up unless you were specifically looking for this exact artificial molecule. Even then you might not be able to prove 100% that it was there at all.'

"She looked down at the ground and sighed. 'Then we can't really prove anything, can we?'

"I lifted her head and said, 'What if we don't have to prove anything?'

"'What do you mean?' she asked. 'There's no way to stop him unless we can prove he is cheating!'

"She was starting to get a little agitated. 'What happens,' I asked, 'if you do prove he was cheating? They remove him from office and maybe send him to prison, right? At his age-- or because of who he was-- the other prisoners will probably gang rape him and he will leave the prison a female. Right?'

"'Yes," she answered, 'that is probably what will happen.'

"'Then why don't we cut out the middle man,' I said. 'I saw you and the rest of the wife-mates standing all the way around the ring cheering for your dear husband.'

"'If we don't,' she said bitterly, 'he will have us beaten.'

"'One of you is standing right behind his corner, right?'

"She nodded her head.

"And one of you is standing right behind the young challenger's corner, right?'

"She again nodded her head.

"'What if during the first round while everyone is watching the battle in the ring,' I began, 'the wife-mate behind Kohwee started passing his water bucket to the left. And what if the wife-mate behind the challenger did the same thing. Somebody might notice, but water is water. It's been tested and it's been declared pure. Who cares if the wifies have a little fun and switch water buckets?'

"She smiled up at me. Her penis also rose slightly. She really liked the idea.

"'After the challenger wins,' I said, 'let him know what you have done as soon as you can. If you can get to him before he gets corrupted by his power, he will take steps to prevent it in the future.'

"'I will do that,' she said firmly, 'but there is something we wifies will do first. It hasn't been done in at least a hundred years, but it will be done tomorrow.'

"I wanted to ask what she meant, but the wise portion of my mind was whispering-- no screaming-- 'You really don't want to know!'

***

The old space pirate had finished off his Black Jack Ale and most of us at the table were holding empties, so he yelled out, "Time for another round! And I want a real waiter this time. If it's a waitress I'll put a twenty-five percent tip on the scan."

There were two barmaids behind the bar in what back on Terra would have been called thong microkinis. One of them heard the spacer yell and vaulted over the bar to beat the wait-bot to our table. "What would you gentlemen like?" she said sweetly. Looking at our tongues almost hanging out, she quickly added, "... to drink. For anything else you'll have to go next door."

"A feast for our eyes is sufficient," the old pirate said with a deep chuckle. Then he pointed at each of us and we gave the young woman our order. He ordered last and then said, "Put whatever you want to drink on the tab and indicate a twenty-five percent tip."

"I'll have what you're having," she said with a smile. "I've got a weakness for anything named Black Jack."

She keyed something else into her pad and then held it up for the spacer to scan. He again took the old strip of leather out of his pocket and slid it over the scanner. When she saw it, she laughed slightly. "I thought it was you," she said sweetly. As she left she began singing loudly, "Fifteen men on a dead man's wrist, yo ho ho-o and a bottle of Jack."

A few minutes later she was back with our order. Actually she was back and a wait-bot was right behind her. It was carrying everything except a tall glass of very dark ale. "Black Jack for Black Jack she said as she placed it on the table in front of him. "Half the federation thinks you're dead," she said sweetly. "The other half doesn't believe you ever existed."

"Which side are you on?" he asked with a smile.

"I have one foot on each side," she answered.

"You know what that puts on the line, don't you?" he replied.

She laughed and said, "That's on the line every night I work here." She lifted his drink and slid a thick pad under it. "I leave here at one," she said softly. "My com code is written on the bottom of the mat." She then winked at Black Jack and returned to behind the bar, softly singing, "Fifteen men on a dead man's wrist..."

After she left, Black Jack took a deep draw from his drink and said, "Now, where was I? ... Oh yeah, I had just told Lana to switch the water buckets. We went back the next night. The whole crew wanted to be there, but the Captain was afraid that a change of leadership might trigger rioting or other problems, so half of the crew had to stay aboard. He also ordered the engines to be brought from keep warm to standby.

"I and my mates were sitting just about where we had been the night before. We were a little higher in the stands and slightly farther down so I could see the water buckets in both corners. Kohwee was fighting last tonight, but the matches leading up the main event were pretty interesting. I noticed that the two fighters were always more or less matched for size and strength. That not only made for better fights, it also controlled the breeding so that the stronger got stronger while the weak got weaker. There must have been a way for a strong male to take the weak wife-mates away from the puny ones because many of the big males had several small wife-mates in their harems. Maybe they just went out and nailed one of the weaker males and claimed them and their wife-mate as their own.

"It was getting kind of late when they finally got to the main event. The Supreme One would put his title on the line by fighting the biggest and best of this group of youngsters. When he got into the ring, his wives began screaming and yelling for him. They seemed much more enthusiastic than they had been the night before.

"When the bell sounded, Kohwee rushed out of his corner and nearly dropped the challenger with a shoulder hit. That shoulder to the gut caught the inexperienced youth totally off guard and knocked the wind out of him. He stepped back gasping for breath, but didn't go down and was able to protect himself from the Supreme One's attempt to grapple him to the canvas. After that, the challenger kept a sharp eye on Kohwee's feet and moved rapidly whenever the big man set himself to charge.

"When the round ended, both fighters were panting heavily. It had been an intense round. I was worried that maybe the Kahuna would win before the juice could start to work on him. I really didn't have to worry, though. Both fighters spent most of the second round trying to get their strength back. They were feinting and bobbing, but not actually trying to get hold of each other.

"In the third round, the Supreme One made a couple of charges at the youth, but he was just a bit too slow and the youth side stepped each charge. The fourth round was where it started to turn around. The youth was now charging Kohwee and the big guy was having trouble fending him off.

"The fifth round was where it really hit the fan, however. The Supreme One was starting to really feel the effects of the drug and was looking around trying to figure out what was going on. Then the wife-mates started singing. It was a lullaby of some sort. As soon as he heard it, it clicked for Kohwee. He stared down at his wives in disbelief as they smiled up at him and continued to sing what I later learned was a song to welcome a new wife-mate to the harem. He didn't even really react as the young challenger plowed into him and knocked him to the canvas. In just a few seconds his legs were up on his chest and the challenger's prick was pounding into his cunt. His cry of pain and wail of despair was louder than any of the other losers' had been.

"A few minutes later, the new Supreme One stood in the center of the ring. He ordered his wife-mate to stand up, but before she could do so, all of the wife-mates swarmed into the ring. Lana cried out loudly. 'Stand aside, we claim the right of revenge for illegal rape.'

"I still don't know what that word was in Herma, but it obviously had a different meaning than on Terra. The winner stepped aside, looking astonished as thirty or more females piled on top of the defeated ex-Kahuna. They no longer looked at all like females except for their nubby breasts. Their penises were hard and erect and just as large as any male that had been in the ring.

They were screaming and yelling and fucking any opening they could find on their cruel ex-husband. His wailing now increased to ear-splitting levels as one after the other of his ex-wife-mates shoved their stiff pricks in his now tender cunt or asshole or mouth. At one point several of them lifted him up so that three of them could penetrate him at the same time.

"Lana was one of the first to fuck him and when she was sated, she walked over to the corner and picked up the ex-Supreme One's water bucket. She took it to the victor and said loudly, "This was supposed to be your water. It is tainted with an artificial female pregnancy hormone that doesn't show up on the tests for drugs. If you had been the one to drink this, you would be our wife-mate sister rather than our new husband. I beg you to make sure that this evil can never happen again.'

"The new Supreme One took the bucket and sniffed at it. Then he held it high in the air and said loudly, 'Let it be written that all water used in these competitions be fully tested and brought to the ring in small sealed containers. The Rape Combat participants will choose one container at the end of each round. No one will know which containers are which, so it will be much harder to do something like this in the future.'

"Some of the crowd gasped, but I noticed that all of the wife-mates were cheering loudly. Lana said something to her new husband and he motioned for me to come into the ring. He spoke softly as he said, 'I give you Lana for the remainder of the time of mating. Use her well. Make her happy.' He shrugged and added, 'Who knows, you may even make her pregnant.'

"I thanked him and was about to decline his offer when I saw the look in her eyes. I held out my hand and she took it. We went together to one of the small tents set up near the arena for those who prefer privacy when mating. I spent six days in that tent. Every so often we would go out for food or to use the bathroom, but for the most part we just fucked. I never did get used to that prick rubbing up and down between us, so I opted for doggy style most of the time, but she really wanted it from the front, so I had to do that, too.

"I never found out for sure whether or not I had gotten her pregnant, or if any of the street wailers who had mated with the crew ended up pregnant. But it was about forty years later that the Xerillion started moving out across that portion of the galaxy. I really hope that it is just one of those weird coincidences that the Herma word for half-breed is Xera."

***

With that, the legendary space pirate got up and walked out of the club. I've told this story many times since then. People will believe what I said about the shifter stripper, and even about the Rape Combats on Herma, but no one ever believes that I actually met Black Jack McCoy.

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Note from the author: If you think this scenario is totally impossible look up "Polyclads." They are just flatworms here on good ol' Terra, but maybe-- just maybe-- somewhere out there in the deep reaches of space, they have evolved into humanoid form.

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