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The Aurora Part: 01
🕑 Added 2022-08-12 04:43:50 +0000 UTCThis is a re-edit of the story. Thank you kenjisato for your time and effort in making my story better. Without you then it wouldn’t be as good as it is now.
Prologue
In the mid-twenty-fourth century, scientists throughout the galaxy were trying to find a way to rapidly produce food for the rapidly growing population. In the year 2341, scientists at Agro-Genetics, an Earth-based company, had created Mutagen-241. Mutagen-241 was a plant virus, that attacked the cell structure at the DNA level. The outcome was that no matter where the crops were planted, they would thrive in any environment. As long as the crops had received the barest minimum of nutrition, water, and sunlight; they would thrive.
Mutagen-241 or ‘Miracle Grow’, as the public called it, was released to all planets that were in the United Federation of Systems. In less than thirty years, galaxy-wide hunger was eliminated. By the beginning of the twenty-fifth century, ‘Miracle Grow’ was in every crop, and plant in the galaxy.
Mutagen-241 attacked plants and altered them to have a perfect DNA structure, with no impurities or defects. That in turn, led to stronger, more robust plants that could grow anywhere, at a rapid rate, and generate higher yields. By 2410, every crop plant was altered by Mutagen-241, and everything that people ate was laced with it.
Unfortunately, what the Agro scientists didn’t foresee, was that Mutagen-241 was slowly altering the DNA structure of humans, which would lead to the decline of the male birth rate. The mutagen was affecting fetal development by eliminating defective chromosome structure. That meant that the pair that decided to be female ‘XX’ or male ‘XY’ would lead it to be mostly the full XX chromosome. Once the Federation saw the rapid decline of the male birth rate, and what it meant for the human race, they sprang into action.
They started by outlawing the production, and research of anything that involved mutating or altering DNA. The next thing was the creation of the Galaxy Fertility Commission or the ‘GFC’; whose sole mandate was the propagation of the human species. In the year 2469, the GFC’s first act was the ‘Grand Insemination’, where all adult males were ordered to impregnate as many females as possible. The purpose was to generate as many boys for their next initiative: Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of Fertility. The initiative was to systematically impregnate specific pairs of male and female partners, to induce ‘selective natural mutation’ with the goal in mind to increase the male birthing ratio.
Having the foresight of the importance of the remaining male population, the Federation had a plan. In the year 2475, the GFC would house the dwindling male population into state-of-the-art facilities throughout the galaxy, where they would be cared for, and monitored until they reached the age of eighteen, whereupon they would enter into the ‘Eros Candidate’program. The men were given the designation, Eros, the male son of Aphrodite, and at the time, were revered as heroes and saviors of humanity. Their sole job was to populate the human race by impregnating women throughout the galaxy.
Chapter 1
200 Years Later…
Aurora Crew
“LETA, how does our course look?”
“WE ARE STILL ON COURSE. CAPTAIN,” replied the ship’s onboard the A.I. system.
“WE ARE CURRENTLY PASSING THE HALFWAY POINT OF OUR JOURNEY TO THE ALEXANDREA SYSTEM. TIME TO ARRIVAL 84 DAYS, 12 HOURS, 06 MINUTES,” LETA replied, in an emotionless tone.
“Good. Let me know if anything changes,” replied the captain of the United Federation Ship, the ‘Aurora’, Elizabeth Lane. Elizabeth, or Liz to her closest friends, was considered an angelic beauty. At twenty-five years old, she stood at five feet seven inches tall, with long-flowing, deep-crimson-red hair, that framed her angelic face perfectly. She kept herself in great shape, but still accentuating her feminine curves. She was also sporting a nice, firm bubble butt, and paired well with her very prominent 36DD breasts.
The UFS Aurora was a new Class-3 transport ship, under the control of the Rocinante Transport Company (RTC), and it was currently on a delivery route, with very important cargo. One of RTC’s biggest and oldest contractors was the Galaxy Fertility Commission. They were tasked to transport stasis pods that housed Eros male candidates from planet to planet throughout the galaxy.
“Still trying to find something to do, Liz?” asked the ship’s Executive Officer, Sasha Monroe.
“Yeah. We still have a long way to go, and I just ran out of books to read,” Elizabeth replied, as she looked at Sasha, her longtime best friend.
Sasha was an intimidating woman, standing at five feet eleven, with short, dark hair, and a rich, dark, skin color. She was built like a brick house; strong muscles that were well defined throughout her tough body. The best way Elizabeth could describe her best friend and second in command, was that she resembled an Amazon warrior from Greek mythology. With her fierce warrior’s body and no-nonsense attitude; she was ready to take on any problem, and any foe that came her way.
“Well, that's what we get for signing up for the longest run the company had to offer. At least the pay is almost double than our usual rates, and don’t forget the beaches,” Sasha stated, trying to lighten up her friend's day.
“I know the extra pay is good, and Alexandrea, at least what I was told, has some of the most beautiful beaches in all the Federation. Speaking of destination. LETA how is our cargo doing?” Elizabeth asked.
“ALL 100 GFC STASIS PODS ARE ALL FUNCTIONING AT OPTIMAL LEVELS, CAPTAIN.”
“Good to know. LETA, run a diagnostic scan on them, the last thing we want is to have our cargo spoil,” she replied, as she got up from her captain’s chair, gesturing to Sasha. “Come on, it’s almost dinner time, let's see what our cook has in store for us.”
Arriving at the mess hall with Sasha in tow, Elizabeth realized they were not the first ones there. Besides Ava Kinley, the ship’s cook, there was also Grace Sato, the ship’s software specialist, and the person to turn to if their ship’s A.I. LETA goes on the fritz.
While Elizabeth has long-flowing, crimson-red hair, Ava had more of a curly strawberry-red, a homage to her Irish heritage. Her skin was a pale-creamy white, marked with cute little freckles on her face. Just a year younger than the captain, standing at five foot six, with long slender legs, and a nice, petite frame that held a pair of firm 32B breasts. A body that you just want to pick up and have her wrap her long legs around you. Despite her beauty, she is what most people would call an airhead; always seeming to have something going on in her mind. That was probably why she was the ship’s cook, the least-important job on the ship. Her sole job was to make sure all her shipmates were receiving all their nutrition and dietary needs, especially during the long-haul transit. While it was an important job, it was a non-mission-critical one, unlike the ship’s doctor or ship’s engineer. Still, she had a bubbly personality that made everyone smile while they were around her. While her food wasn’t something to write home about, it was better than the standard RTC food rations.
Turning her attention back to the crewmate’s table she saw Grace Sato. Grace was considered to be an exotic beauty. Having Asian features, standing at five feet four inches tall, Grace’s skin was just as pale as Ava’s. But unlike Ava, Grace’s skin had no blemishes of any kind. She also has a petite slender body with long legs, but no one could tell her bust size, since she would always wear really baggy sweaters. Grace also has long, straight, raven hair to which it almost seemed to reach just to the top of her pert little ass. Grace was a very shy person who always kept to herself, or towards the ship's cook. To everyone, they seemed to be quite good friends, hitting it off when they trained together at the RTC training facility where they were first recruited.
“Dinner is ready. We are just waiting on the others,” Ava said, to everyone at the crew table.
Just as she finished, the door to the mess hall slid open and in came the youngest and smallest crewmember on the ship: Emma Donavin, the ship’s engineer. If anything broke on the ship, Emma was there to fix it. Emma was a tiny woman, standing at four feet ten inches, weighing just under one hundred pounds, and sporting small 32A size breasts. She was just tiny, in a very cute way. She had an impish face with long, curly blonde hair which, at the moment, was tied in two ponytails, accentuating her young teenage appearance. Despite her age, Emma was a certifiable genius. She graduated from college and technical school at the age of eighteen, with a masters in Robotics and Ship Engine Design. She can disassemble and reassemble almost anything on the ship. After graduating, RTC recruited her right out of school and put her on the fast track for the RTC’s R&D division for their new line of space ships. The only reason why she was on the ship, was that she needed experience working on an actual working ship. Wearing her usual dirty-work overalls, she was covered in grease and grime. She also sported a pair of round welder goggles that were perched on the top of her head.
“What are we having for dinner?” Emma asked, while sitting down and grabbing a plate.
“We are having beef stroganoff, and no food for you until you wash your hands,” Ava said, while snatching the plate away from Emma.
”Fine,” Emma said grudgingly, and made her way to the sink and proceeded to wash off all the dirt and grime from her tiny little hands.
“Good. That’s much better, now where is our ship’s doctor,” Ava said, in wonder.
“I don’t know, the ‘Ice Queen’was still in her office when I passed by,” Emma stated, once getting back to her seat.
The ‘Ice Queen’, Emma had stated, was the ship’s medical doctor, Dr. Aletta Blake, or ‘Dr. Blake’ when she was on the ship. At thirty years old, she was the oldest among the crew, and just emitted an air of professionalism around her. Always straightforward, no-nonsense, no socializing of any kind. The only time the crew ever got to see her, was either in med bay for checkups, emergencies, or in the mess hall for mealtime; due to Ava’s rule that all crew members should always eat together at least once a day.
“I’m right here, ‘Little Imp’,” Aletta said, as she walked in, startling everyone.
“Stop calling me that!” Emma yelled back.
“Well, then stop calling me ‘Ice Queen’and I’ll stop calling you ‘Little Imp’,” Aletta fired back, with an annoyed look on her face.
Despite Dr. Blake’s chilling attitude and neutral expression, she sometimes looked like she wanted to be somewhere else. Aletta was a stunning woman, standing at a solid five feet eight inches, but at that moment, stood at five foot eleven, due to the fact that as part of her attire, she wore sexy-but-yet-professional, black three-inch high heels. They allowed her to bring out the curves of her legs; especially when they were encased in dark-color pantyhose. Aletta was the only person in the crew who wore pantyhose and high heels; something you don’t normally see on a starship. When they asked her about it, she just said, ‘Because no one else was doing it and it presents authority,’and emitting authority is what she did when she walked into the room. Following up her long, slender legs, was a true hourglass figure with a big round ass, a nice narrow waist, and a full 34FF chest. With her lightly-curled full-brown hair, horn-rim glasses, and her big plump very kissable lips; Dr. Blake was a true professional beauty.
Once Dr. Blake and Emma stopped throwing jabs at each other, they sat down as everyone waited for Ava. She served up dinner and they all ate, in relative silence with light conversation among relative groups. Once everyone had finished eating, Captain Lane started to address the crew.
“Okay everyone. Just so you know, we just passed the halfway point, and still have twelve weeks left in our journey. Now, is there anything to report on the ship or its cargo?” Elizabeth asked, while looking around the table. When no one spoke up, she turned towards Grace, “How’s LETA and the stasis pods doing?”
“LETA is running at ninety-five percent efficiency. There are some minor errors, but they are in non-critical systems. As for stasis pods? LETA reported back and said the diagnostics you ordered are underway. You should have a full report by tomorrow morning, but experience says failure from the pods are extremely rare. Right?” Grace asked, looking at Emma, trying to shift the attention away from her.
“Yeah. Those pods have too many redundant systems built into them; it's just ridiculous. It’s such a shame, though. I would love to take one of those things apart just to see how they tick. Unfortunately, they are GFC proprietary tech, and we do not have the authorization to work on them.” Emma explained, as she picked at her food.
“All right, well, if that’s all?” Elizabeth asked, taking one last look around the table to which no one answered, “Well, if everyone knows their night shift schedule, then everyone is dismissed.”
“So twelve more weeks to go, should be fun,” Sasha said sarcastically, as the last person left the mess deck.
“Yeah. I know no adventure is a good thing, but what I would do for some action, or at the very least, something to pass the time,” Elizabeth replied, with an exasperated sigh.
“Who knows. Maybe you could get your wish and something on the ship breaks down, or we run into a rogue asteroid field, or maybe we run into those dreaded pirates, trying to steal all that creamy, frozen sperm we have locked up in storage,” Sasha rambled on, trying to get a rise out of her best friend.
“Well, after six months of space travel, I can’t wait for some sun, sand, and surf,” Elizabeth said
“Yeah. twelve more weeks and beaches, here we come,” Sasha said, throwing up her arms in excited glee; showing that joyful side of her, to her best friend, only.
Late at night, on the ship’s bridge, Grace sat in front of her computer terminal working on LETA’s core system to pass the time. Everything was looking normal, until a red warning light sounded in front of the captain’s terminal. Grace rushed over to see what was going on. A red banner popped up and LETA spoke out the emergency message.
“LOCATION: AURORA CARGO HOLD. WARNING: GFC STASIS POD # 43, FAILURE, FAILURE, FAILURE. IMMEDIATE ACTION NEEDED.”
Grace tried to see if she could fix the problem at her terminal, but nothing seemed to be working. She already contacted the captain and the XO because of ship protocol. As soon as Captain Elizabeth and XO Sasha came in, a new message appeared.
“STASIS POD # 43 FAILING, SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMINENT, BEGINNING REANIMATION PROCESS.”
“Reanimation process!?” Elizabeth shouted, with some urgency, looking over to Grace.
“I believe it’s a fail-safe in the GFC stasis pods to save the occupant.”
“Well, stop it!” Elizabeth shouted back.
“I can’t. I’m locked out of the system. It looks like the process has already begun,” Grace replied, gesturing towards the screen.
“Then we need to get down there fast. Sasha. Contact Emma and Dr. Blake. Have them meet us at the cargo hold,” Elizabeth ordered; taking command of the ship.
Rushing out of the bridge at full speed, they made it to the cargo hold. When Elizabeth, Sasha, and Grace reached the cargo-bay doors, they realized besides Dr. Blake, and Emma being there, Ava was also there standing beside the wall. Elizabeth prompted Sasha to open the cargo hold and a cold fog spilled into the corridor. Everyone filed into the room to which they were greeted by large metal tubes. In the room, laid out four rows of twenty-five stasis pods each, all laid dormant with white screens indicating all systems were good. All, except for one. Stasis Pod #43 was flashing red, and warning signs were flashing across the interface. Emma and Grace approached the pod trying to see what they could do, but it was pretty much futile at that point, as they read what was on the screen…
“STASIS POD # 43, SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMINENT, REANIMATION PROCESS COMPLETE, REVIVING EROS CANDIDATE ID: 2187. ”
The pod opened and the cold vapor rushed out. Everyone took a few steps back as a large, dark figure stepped out on unsteady legs. The large figure turned towards the crew’s direction; looking to either attack, or about to keel over.
In a long, bated breath, it said, “Where am I?”
But before they could answer, it fell to the ground, unconscious.
Chapter 2
Galaxy Fertility Commission stasis pods were designed to suspend metabolic function in its sleeping occupant. The technology was derived from earlier hibernation chambers for long-term space exploration. It was during a time when sub-light ion engines were in the theoretical stages of development. The purpose of it was to have the occupant sleep for long periods of time. While sleeping, the pod would suspend metabolic activity and temporarily stop the aging process. Then the occupant would wake up and only feel like a day had passed, even though it would have been months, or even years.
With the male population on the decline, GFC needed to find a way to transport Eros candidates without compromising their fertility potential. Eros Fertility Potential (EFP) was a figure that stated a male’s ability to impregnate female candidates. For males, their EFP was at its highest between the ages of eighteen to thirty-five. After that, their numbers would rapidly decline. Since the galaxy was such a vast place and the male supply was dwindling; the GFC created the stasis pods to transport Eros candidates throughout the galaxy. Keeping the Eros Candidates in storage for weeks, months, or even years, until their genetic makeup was needed to conceive the next generation of children. Because of the importance of the Eros candidates, the GFC stasis pod was built with numerous redundancies, but nothing was ever a hundred percent foolproof.
Aurora Crew
On the auto dock was a sprawled-out Eros Candidate that was still unconscious after emerging from his stasis pod. Getting the unconscious body from the cargo hold to the Aurora Med Bay was no small feat. By the end of it, the crew placed his unconscious body on a flatbed cart, and pushed him to the Med Bay. Then, with the combined effort of Dr. Blake, Sasha, and Elizabeth, they managed to get his hulking body onto the auto dock bed scanner. Once onboard, Dr. Blake ran several scans to see if anything was wrong with him. If they lost even one of the Eros Candidates, there would be serious ramifications for the whole crew.
The only people in the room were Dr. Blake who was running scans, Elizabeth waiting for results, and Sasha who was standing by, just in case the Eros Candidate decided to go out of control. Despite Sasha’s combat training and experience, even she might not be enough to subdue him. Eros Candidate 2187, since no one knew his real name, was an impressive specimen. He was wearing was white knee-length underwear, and nothing else. His stature, if standing, was about six foot four, with hard solid muscles. Instead of Amazon warriors like Sasha, he was more like the Greek heroes of old; such as Hercules or Zeus. His face was more rugged looking than his female counterpart with short, dark hair and a light stubble forming on the lower part of his face. That was the first time any of the crewmembers had ever been in contact with an adult human male, and his appearance and physique were quite striking.
“How’s it looking, doctor?” Elizabeth asked, to try to glean some information from the monitor.
“Everything appears to be normal. Looks like the pod did what it was supposed to and revived him before any damage was caused. Do you know why this happened?” Aletta asked.
“We still don’t know. I’m having Emma and Grace run diagnostics on his pod and I'm having Ava whipping up some coffee for us, until we resolve this issue.” Elizabeth replied, trying to figure out what to do. Hopefully, Emma could figure out what’s wrong with it, so they could put him back in it. If she couldn't, then how were we going to live the next twelve weeks with a human male on board, she thought.
Just as her last thought left her mind, everyone heard a low groan coming from the bed; he was waking up. Dr. Blake took a few steps back and Sasha was getting ready for anything. He stirred, until he weakly got up and opened his eyes to them. As soon as Elizabeth made eye contact with his light-brown eyes; something inside her stirred. It was like something primal had awoken. What it was, she did not know, and proceeded to shake that feeling from her mind. Captain Elizabeth Lane had bigger fish to fry.
“Where am I?” he asked again, in that low deep voice, still trying to shake the fog out of his mind.
“You are on the UFS Aurora, on its way to the Alexandria system,” Aletta answered his question, while slowly approaching him, trying to read his vitals since he was awake. “Do you remember anything, or what’s going on?”
He shook his head, “No, the last thing I remember was going under stasis at my last GFC facility awaiting to be transported to the next facility.” He looked up at the women in the room, “What year is it, how long have I been out?”
“It is 2676. Why do you ask?” Elizabeth inquired, to make her presence known.
After several moments, as if he was deep in thought, he finally spoke again. “FUUUCK… It means I’ve been under for five years,” he said, a little more firmly now, since the fog from his sleep was vanishing away.
It was a little surprising by his ‘fuck’ response, but Elizabeth was equally surprised by his stasis sleep duration; she didn’t know that Eros Candidates slept that long. She only figured a year, or two at most, but five years was a long time. “Do you have a name we can call you by, besides Eros Candidate ID:2187?” Elizabeth inquired.
“My name is James, James Pierce,” James said, looking up at them.
“Hello, James. My name is Dr. Aletta Blake, and I am the ship’s doctor,” Aletta stated, as she approached him, seeming that he was not going on a rampage.
James
Once my vision started to clear, and I could think more clearly, I realized that all the women in the room were very attractive. The one next to me, which I assume was Dr. Aletta Blake, was an elegant and regal-looking woman with a sharp-looking dress, cute glasses, and a lab coat that contained her very-accentuated curves, with two of the largest tits I have ever seen. She very much reminds me of an old anime character that I was quite fond of, ‘Chisato Hasegawa’ that’s the name. ‘Goddammit’ cursing myself, the last thing I needed was to sport a boner right in front of these lovely ladies. I figured that they had very little, to no contact, experience with the opposite sex and I didn’t want to freak them out, more than they already were.
Aurora Crew
“Hello James, my name is Captain Elizabeth Lane. James, I know you are probably wondering what happened to you and why you are waking up here, instead of the usual GFC facility,” Elizabeth said, trying to get his attention back to her. As soon his eyes looked back at her, that tightness she felt earlier came back again, she didn’tknow why. Unbeknownst to her, he was having similar effects to all the other women in the room. Trying to get on track, she cleared her throat and told him what happened.
James
As I listened to the captain explain the past events, my still-horny mind was running wild, especially as I locked eyes with one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. With her long-flowing, crimson-dark hair, her blueish-green eyes, and a body that men of old would have fought and died for, just to be near. Of course, it is because I am obsessed with watching old twenty-first-century Japanese anime and manga series. Captain Elizabeth Lane, in my eyes, closely resembled the female devil herself, ‘Rias Gremory’. ‘Man I was having a hard time keeping my erection at bay,’ thinking to myself. ‘If I don’t find a distraction real soon, I will tear a hole through my stasis underwear that they always make me wear every time I go under.’
After Elizabeth finished her account of what happened, all I’d understood was that my pod failed, woke me up, and that there were other crew members still running around the ship. ‘Good more female crew mates’ I said to myself. ‘If they were just as beautiful as the three gorgeous women in front of me right now; then I, and the already tight underwear, are in deep shit.’ The only one I can’t get a read on was the dark-skinned goddess that stood in the corner, who had never taken her eyes off me once. I figured she’s still trying to figure out if I was a treat or not. “So what now, do I go back in my pod, or do I stay here, until you all figure what to do with me?” I asked little uneasy. I did not want to spend however long I have left on the ship in the med bed, or worse: the ship’s brig, if they even have a brig.
Aurora Crew
Taken aback by his last question, Elizabeth had not thought about how she was going to place him somewhere. She was hoping Emma and Grace would fix the pod, but if they couldn’t, where would they put him; after all, he was RTC cargo. “We’ll figure out what to do with you, once everything is settled.” Elizabeth said, with a soothing smile. “Dr. Blake, will you come with me? Sasha, you can wait here with him until we get back.”
And like that, Elizabeth left the room with Aletta in tow, leaving James and Sasha in uncomfortable silence. He tried to spark a conversation with the tall, dark, beautiful warrior goddess, but to no avail; so he decided to lay down and get some rest.
After discussing James’s condition, Aletta and Elizabeth met up with the rest of the crew and filled them in on what happened, and for a progress report. As she feared, Emma and Grace could not figure out what went wrong with the stasis pod and it would take a while for them to understand, let alone fix it; cursing GFC for keeping their stasis pod specs a secret. “So what do we do?” Emma asked the captain.
“Well for now, we file a report and keep moving forward until you figure out how to fix the pod, or we reach our destination.”
“What do we do with… a… James was his name, right?” Ava stepped in.
“We will prepar one of the spare crew quarters for his stay, for now. Grace, Emma, rig the door so he can not leave unaccompanied by either me or Sasha. We can’t have him walking around the ship unsupervised,” Elizabeth said, while looking at them. With a nod, Grace and Emma left to make the preparation. Then she turned to Aletta. “I’m leaving his health in your hands doctor. Use whatever you need, to make sure he arrives at our destination in peak physical condition. I’d remember in your file that you were studying to be a Fertility Specialist, and you were supposed to work at GFC, once your contract was up. So I’m defaulting to your judgment on what to do with James.”
Aletta nodded, a little surprised that her file would contain that bit of information about her. Then she looked at Ava and said, “I need you to coordinate with me, when preparing his meals. Eros Candidates are given strict, highly-nutritious meals; so before you make something for him, run it by me and I will tell you if it was good or not. Plus, I want to record everything he eats so we can track it later.” Then the good doctor turned back to her captain, “Can you inform Sasha that along with medical check-ups, and dietary needs, he also needs to visit the gym to maintain his physical fitness.”
The captain nodded, and said she would inform Sasha after they set James into his room.
Aletta was getting very excited about the prospect of putting what she studied into action, before she moves to the GFC, and could even get a leg up on her competition.
‘Maybe this voyage from hell would have a silver lining, after all,’Aletta thought to herself.
After that last thought, they all started heading toward Med Bay.
They reached the room they had left James and Sasha in. Sasha was still standing in the corner and seemed to not have moved from her spot, but on the other hand, had seemed to have fallen asleep. Elizabeth told Sasha about the pod, and her plans to house James until a new option arose. Elizabeth also informed Sasha about the doctor’s request for her to train James to maintain his physical fitness. Sasha did not like the whole babysitting idea, but she would do it because her captain asked her to. Plus, she could not say no to Elizabeth, even when they were kids. After that, they woke up James, introduced him to Ava, and went on their way to his temporary quarters, where Emma and Grace had just about finished.
“So how do you think it’s going to be when we meet our new crewmate?” Emma asked iniquitously.
“I don’t know, and he is not a crewmate, plus we already met him,” Grace shot back, trying to get her task done ASAP before he arrived.
“That didn’t count, he was unconscious, and his butt was to my face most of the time; so no, I don’t count that as meeting him.”
“Just hurry up, we should have finished by now.”
“Ahh, fine. I’m almost done here anyway.” Emma couldn’t fathom why Grace was trying to avoid James, as she just really learned his real name, Eros Candidate ID:2187 seemed so impersonal to her. Emma always had an inquisitive mind and having the chance to meet a real, live human boy was a new thrill to her. To see what makes them so different, but still part of the same human race. But at the same time, she was a little terrified of him.
“Come on, let’s get out of here, they could be here any minute,” Grace told Emma, while heading towards the door, at almost breakneck speed. Then there was a thump and an ‘ouch’coming from outside.
Emma came rushing out of the door, and saw what had happened. Grace fell on the floor, butt first, and right in front of her. The thing that she ran into, or rather the someone, was him. Grace and Emma greatly underestimated the surreal size of him. In Emma’s mind, he was like a giant tiger and she was just a little mouse.
James
Walking down the corridor, I was asking questions just to pass the time and try to gather as much information as I could. It wasn’t something new to me, I was always waking up in a new location, but it was the first time I ever woke up in an actual spaceship.
On our way to my new room, I found out they had a machine called a Genesis Replicator. The Replicator, as they called it, could make any inanimate object of any kind; such as clothes, which was a good thing because I didn’t want to spend the next several weeks in only my stasis underwear, as they are very constrictive in certain areas.
I also found out about the ship’s systems A.I. LETA, which controlled everything on the ship. I was about to ask more questions on the A.I., when something came around the corner and bumped right into me. Looking down to see who, it must have been another crewmate because I hadn’t seen anybody with such raven-black hair before.
“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching out a hand. When she flipped up her head and moved the hair out of the way when I saw her face it almost took my breath away. If only one word could be used to describe her, then the word would be flawless. Perfect porcelain skin, long black hair, and beautiful dark-blue eyes, almost like violet in the right lighting conditions. I could tell from her Asian look, that she had heritage from the great islands of Japan back on Earth. And, if she had been born back in the twenty-first century, she would have been considered a great beauty.
Going back to the captain, where she was Rias Gremory, the girl in front of me would be Akeno Himejima, but with a very shy personality, by the fact, whoever was in front of me, wouldn’t make eye contact. ‘Maybe she was more of a Hinata instead of Akeno,’ I thought to myself, as she took my hand to get up.‘Her hands are so soft, I wonder how they would feel wrapped around my…’ I shook my head, ‘I can’t get a boner right now, so stop being a pervert’ I kept telling myself, as I helped the girl up to her feet.
“Gracey!” came a yell from around the corner, where she came out from. And what stood before me, was yet another girl, but she would be Lolicon’s character, judging by her girl’s face and small stature. From just looking at her outfit, she was a mechanic or whatever they call the position that fixes the ship. She rushed to her fallen friend to see if she was okay. Once she noticed everything was all right, the little girl turned to face me.
I could tell from the look, she had curiosity in her eyes, but I also saw she had a small tinge of fear in them, as well. I guess it was understandable; I was male and I’m guessing a good eighteen inches taller than her. Then she extended her hand and smiled. “Hi, I’m Emma and this klutz here, is Grace,” she said, in her cutesy voice.
“It’s nice to meet you, sorry about that; I should have been watching where I was going,” I replied, rubbing the back of my head. Even though Grace was the one who ran into me, I found it much easier to take the blame, to try to diffuse the situation. Plus with Grace’s blushing-red cheeks, she was pretty embarrassed enough as it was.
After awkward pleasantries and quick small talk, I was ushered, well more like pushed, in by Sasha, and had the door shut behind me. I checked to see if it could open, but I wasn’t surprised when it didn’t. After all, I was still the property of the Galaxy Fertility Commission, Eros Candidate ID:2187. Laying down and thinking about all that happened to me in the past, could be fun. I was on a ship in the middle of nowhere, that wouldn’t make port for twelve weeks. A ship that was populated with gorgeous girls. A ship's mechanic, who was a blonde-lolicon wet dream, a shy girl with features, that would be called flawless, and if that bump into me was any indication, then she was hiding something really big under that baggy sweater.
Then there was the ship’s cook, Ava. I didn’t get a chance to interact with her, but at first glance, she had a budding personality that fit her looks, almost like an Elvin woman ready for adventure, or so I thought. Sasha was a tough nut to crack, but maybe our mandatory training session might allow me to break through that hard shell she has out to me. The good Dr. Aletta Blake had an angelic face, but a body for sin. It would be fun to see what would happen when we are stuck in her med room, conducting her check-ups on me.
And then, there was Captain Elizabeth Lane; words cannot perfectly describe her beauty. Right then, she was doing everything by the book, but maybe with some coaxing, I might be able to wander around the ship unsupervised. Only time would tell, but I needed to rest. Coming out of stasis was always hard on the body for the first few days, and besides the troubling pain in my balls I didn’t have the energy to sate my desire right then, so I would rest, there was always tomorrow.
Inside one of the ship's sleeping quarters
“Will the stasis pod failure be a problem to our plan,” asked the voice from the computer terminal.
“No, we just have to adjust the plan, but everything should be ready before we reach our destination. Beginning the virus upload.”
“Are you sure once you start the upload there is no going back?”
“Yes, I already made my decision, it is now or never. It will take a while before the virus cripples the ship’s A.I., but it should be ready before we arrive.”
“Okay, I hope you know what you are doing.”
“I do,” the shadowy figure said, then shut off the computer terminal after bathing the room in darkness.
Chapter 3
Aletta
Setting up the lab was a lot less difficult than I thought it would be, but in less than three days, everything was ready. Thanks to the Aurora database, Grace’s programming, and Emma making some minor modifications to some of my existing lab equipment; my lab was ready for my patient, James.
Before he came out of his pod, life was so unfulfilling. Only treating scrapes, bruises, and the occasional deep-cut wound; nothing that was ever meant for the field of study I spent years studying. The only reason why I was working for RTC was due to their long-standing partnership with Galaxy Fertility Commission, a partnership that stretched back over a century.
Trying to get into GFC was a tough ordeal, only the best of the best could get in, or if you knew the right people, like the RTC way. Work an eight-year contract and you get a recommendation to get in GFC, but acceptance was not a guarantee. Instead of getting a high-placed position with powerful people in the RTC structure, I was assigned to less-than-desirable job postings, and needed to make contacts to help me get into my dream job.
Hopefully working on James, showing a great job of taking care of an Eros Candidate, would put me as a frontrunner of the applied candidates. And if I can get in,‘then maybe my other wish can come true.’ Saying that last thought out loud, with a soft sigh.
The door to her med bay opened and James Pierce, followed by his escort, Sasha, walked right on in.
“Okay, James, why don’t you go ahead and sit on the auto dock and we can begin. Sasha, you can go, this is going to take a while,” I said with an air of authority.
“I can’t leave him alone unsupervised,” Sasha told me.
“And he won't. I will be here; plus, I’m doing a few body physicals which means he will be fully naked, so for the sake of his privacy, please leave,” trying to get her to leave. It wasn’t because I wanted to see him naked alone, but because in medical school, doctor-patient confidentiality was one of the primary ethical guidelines that were taught at the very beginning.
“I can’t leave him unsupervised, captain's orders,” Sasha shot back, this time with a slight blush to her cheeks.
“I said—”I started to say, until I was interrupted.
“It's okay, Doc. I’m used to it,” James stated, while standing next to the auto dock.
I turned toward him; I had to ask, “Are you sure, you are entitled to your privacy.”
He sighed with a short chuckle. “,Doc, I haven’t had privacy, ever since I was inducted into the GFC facilities,” he replied, with a matter-of-fact tone.
Still a little taken aback by his response, I asked again, and he just nodded and said it was fine. He was used to it. So I began the physical, drawing blood, checking heart rate, blood pressure, and various other mundane exams any doctor performs for their patient.
Then came the exams that are important for Eros Candidates. First, I had him do a full-body scan in the auto dock to make sure there were no abnormalities of any kind, due to either his last check-up, or the stasis pod failure. Luckily, he did not have to be naked for that part of the exam. The full-body took about an hour to complete, and just like Sasha had stated, she stood there throughout the exams. But then came the last two exams, body measurements, and semen extraction, and both very naked.
I turned to Sasha and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to wait outside; this is where he gets naked.”
But Sasha gave the same reply, and just stood in the corner. I gestured to James to remove everything but his underwear. He had received clothes from the replicator, but they still kind of ill-fit him. Hopefully, with his full body measurements, I could make new clothes that will fit him properly. Once he took off his clothes and was standing there only with his underwear, I brought out the digital measuring tape and began to do the exam.
I had seen the male form in medical books and hologram displays. It’s mandatory to study the male figure when majoring in the field of Fertility, but what they did not show or tell you, was the vast difference between the male form and the female form. While the female form was slender with soft curves, the male had a broader stature with firmer muscles. I knew James was above average when it came to the male form, from all of the research I did before the exam, but still, his form was very impressive, like he was the epitome of the human male. As I moved my hands from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, I felt no soft spot anywhere. The closest I came to feeling a body like that was Sasha, but even her body still had some soft spots like her breasts and the insides of her thighs and, of course, her vulva—tell-tale signs that she was a woman.
“You are doing great, Doc. You are gentler than I’m used to, and much prettier, too,” James said softly, with a coy smile. And for what seemed like the first time in my career, I was blushing in front of my patient. “Are you training to become a Fertility Specialist?” James asked, while I was almost finishing up his measurements.
Seeing no point in not engaging in small talk, as it would help pass the time and distract myself from his last comment, I answered,“Yes, that’s why I joined RTC, it's the fast track to join the GFC, if you have no recommendation from a Federation official.” I just finished his second-to-last measurement, which only left one area remaining—his penis.
Sensing what I was about to do next, he turned around and was now facing me and locking eyes. I don’t know what happened next, but it felt like the room rose several degrees. I wasn’t sure, but I believe my cheeks were preparing to blush once again, for what happened next.
“I take it, this was the first time you have ever seen a male body in real life before. Right?” James asked, with a little-more-serious look that I thought he would have, given his earlier smugness.
All I could do was nod because I didn’t trust my voice to not squeak.
“Well a few things you should know,” he stated, like he was giving a lecture while at the same time putting his thumbs in his waistband. “If you want to get into GFC, then you have to get used to the male form, and do it without blushing. They would not tolerate that. Secondly, I am what you say is above average in the physical department, including what you are about to see.”
And just like that, he bent down and removed his underwear and was standing naked in the room in all his glory.
Once I looked down, and saw what he was packing down there, I knew what he said was an underestimation. My heart rate was rushing and my cheeks and neck were flushed, my nipples were erect, and my pussy had become all tingly. It was like looking at his penis had woken something deep inside me, that I didn’t know existed. If what he said was true, then I needed to control myself because if I got into GFC, only to be kicked out because of blushing while seeing a male penis—then I would be screwed.
He gestured to begin the measurement. His penis had some heft to it, and it made me wonder how he walked around with that thing dangling between his legs. Especially with what appeared to be two testicles, or balls as they were also called, the size of two ripe plums. I sank to my knees, and very carefully took measurements. His penis length was just shy of seven inches, and its girth appeared to be four and three-quarter inches around.
I was about to stand back up, when he told me to wait. He said that it’s always two sets of measurements, one flaccid, the other, erect. Once he said that, he grasped his penis, and began to stroke it. It began to grow, and grow…and grow and all I could do, was watch.
It was an iterating sight to see, a man’s penis—no, not a penis. That word seemed too small. What were some of the other words that also meant the same—‘member, no; phallus, no; dick…cock, yes.’‘Cock’ seemed to be the proper word for that thing hanging right in front of me. So vulgar, so nasty, and so right; calling it anything else, but a cock, was just insulting.
James removed his hand from his cock, and instead of it falling towards the floor, it stood out proud and strong; I guess that’s where they got the word ‘erect’from. Taking the digital measuring tape and bringing it back up to his cock, the first thing I noticed was its heft. It was heavier than when it was flaccid, which made sense with all the blood that flowed into it; which also explained the heat coming off it, and the subtle pulse that went along with his heartbeat. The last thing I noticed when I measured his girth was its firmness. It was harder than any muscle on his body, and when I double-checked the measurements, I involuntarily made a nervous gulp. In my research, the average size for a full-grown human penis was between four and six and a half inches in length, and about three to four inches in girth. So when I measured the first time, I was thrown off, as it explained his above-average penis. In James’ erect state, it stood at just over twelve inches long and had a girth of just over six and a quarter.
I didn’t know how women could take anything like that up their pussy, or how it would feel, or what it would do to them. Then I started to imagine what it would feel like if he forced that cock into me. The thought alone, sent shivers down my spine. Then I started to wonder what was stopping him. He could have taken me right there and then, and I couldn’t have been able to, or no one could’ve stopped him; or maybe Sasha could have. The thought of Sasha drew my attention back to the corner of the room, where I last saw her, fearing she might have left during the examination.
Sasha was still there, looking at the both of them, but instead of a woman with a cool, rock-exterior, she was now replaced with one who was breathing heavily, with erect nipples, and some severely-blushed cheeks, that I didn’t know was possible for a woman with her skin color.
James seemed to be doing nothing, and yet with him whipping out his cock, he had somehow subdued two women, and turned them into almost-like bitches in heat. If he had really wanted to, he could have taken both of them and they would not have put up a fight.
“Ahh, Doc, I know the last exam is for you to extract my semen, but if you keep doing that, then we will need the special jar over there,” James said, breaking me out of my foggy mind.
Then I noticed I was stroking his cock, without even realizing it. As I came back to my senses, I got up and rushed to the table where I kept the specimen jars and handed one to him, and got back down to my knees. He opened up the jar and began to stroke his cock. Seeing that, almost made me wish it was me stroking that cock, but I’d gone too far. Still, though, a part of me wanted to stroke it, to feel the firmness, the heat, and the pulsing of it. At that moment, I was no longer Dr. Blake, I was Aletta, a woman with womanly needs, that was a hairbreadth away from submitting to them, submitting to James and his powerful cock.
As all those thoughts ran through my mind, a low groan filled the room. I looked up and saw James having a rather-intense orgasm. The hole at the end of his cock expanded ever so slightly, and ropes of white semen launched out of his cock at a breakneck speed, and splashed in the jar. At about eight to ten spurts of semen, the jar was almost half full.
Just as he was finished, we all heard a gasp, turned around, and saw a surprised, red-faced Grace, who was carrying the tablets that I had asked her to install some programs on. Still, she had no idea what to do. She seemed to have taken a once-over of James’ nakedness, placed the tablets on the nearest table, and ran out of there.
James handed me the jar and began to get dressed. A thousand thoughts were going through my mind, trying to figure out what had happened. Before I knew it, James thanked me for the exam, and said he would be going to lunch before beginning his physical fitness in the ship’s gym. As soon as he left, I collapsed on my chair pondering what just happened. There was no way every male would cause that kind of response from the opposite sex. There was something different about James that made him very unique. With the blood samples, body-scan data, and his very-generous semen extraction, something there would tell me what made James so special.
When I rolled over to my workstation, the specimen jar was still open. The semen had a strong earthy smell, but wasn’t unpleasant. Absentmindedly, I scraped a finger along the jar wall, making sure to touch any remaining semen. Rubbing it between two fingers, it was so thick and viscous, that I realized it was probably loaded up with sperm. Looking at the jar, I realized that if he had taken me right there and then, and shot that huge load into me, getting impregnated would have been a virtual guarantee. That thought alone, sent shivers down my spine. Then for some reason, unbeknownst to me, I put those two fingers in my mouth. The taste was so exquisite, that it was like drinking your favorite-flavor dessert. The small amount of semen that was on my fingers was lapped up by my tongue, and was sent down my throat. Then an earth-shattering orgasm tore through my body, leaving me a quivering mess. After coming back down from my orgasmic high, I slumped down over my desk, trying to recover, the only thing that went through my mind was, ‘What are you, James?’
James
Leaving Dr. Aletta in that aroused state in the Med Bay, added an extra pep in my step. I knew it would have been easy to have taken her right then and there, even with Sasha in the room. But being patient was the name of the game, rushing would only have led me to being stuck in my room for the rest of the trip. Besides, Dr. Aletta was a very attractive woman, and I would hate not being able to be near her. What I said was true. When she was conducting the measurement exam, she was far gentler than what I was used to. Even though she started with that same expressionless, professional demeanor; her eyes were softer and almost caring, like she was looking at a person, instead of a walking cum-factory. It was fun to see that professional doctor demeanor, as it slowly broke down into a woman who was slowly succumbing to her carnal desires. I had to hold myself back from reaching out and wrapping my hand in her luscious hair, and guide her soft plump lips to the tip of my cock. Hopefully, everything that happened, she would chalk it up to seeing a male dick for the very first time, and not look too deep into my genetic makeup. If she did, I didn’t know what she would do, nor the crew.
Well, no matter what happened next, I would make the most of it, and besides, I managed to get past some of warrior Sasha’s defenses with that little display in the Med Bay. As a bonus, Grace came in and got an eyeful of my dick, and was beyond embarrassed. Maybe she would tell the crew, or maybe not. Like I said to myself,‘I’m making the most of it.’ Maybe, I should capitalize on Sasha, to see if I could glean something out of her, and get her to drop her guard, during our first workout session.
Ava
I just finished putting the finishing touches on today’s lunchtime meal, one for the usual crew and one for James. The crew was getting a classic soup and sandwich combo to fill them up just enough until dinnertime. As for James, he was only getting the soup, but mostly chicken broth and some noodles. Dr. Blake said because of coming out of stasis, it would take a few days before he could eat solid food. His last couple of meals had been pretty much liquid food—a light broth, and a small amount of bread. That was his first meal that had anything close to solid food. Once setting everything on their respective trays and the mobile cart, I walked out into the crew mess hall and set them out. That was when I found Emma hounding Grace at the crew table, trying to pry something out of my best friend.
“Come on, tell me what you saw,” Emma spat at her, while looming over her seat.
I didn't know what happened, but I was about to break them up until I saw the huge redness of Grace’s cheeks and lack of eye contact with anyone, including me. ‘She must have seen something,’ I thought out loud. The only other time I saw that same combination, was when she accidentally walked in on two trainees going at it, in their shared dorm bathroom. It took me a while, but she finally relented, and told me everything.
I had the pleasure of being friends with Grace ever since we joined RTC, and roomed together at their training dormitory. Because of Grace’s incredible shyness, our friendship started rather slowly, but it budded into almost a sibling relationship over time. Like I was her big sister and she was my little one. I never had much of a family growing up, so when the opportunity came about, I took it. Ever since then, we were practically inseparable. That’s why she was here, instead of some big RTC facility, working on the next generation of A.I. development.
I always felt bad because it felt like I was dragging Grace along to seek out adventure and to see new worlds. That’s why I joined RTC as a Food Preparation Specialist, which was just a fancy title for a ship's cook. Grace never complained about it; she always said that she would rather be with someone she trusted and got along with, than in a big facility filled with random people. And she could always code and work on ships’onboard A.I. systems, like LETA. She always seemed content about working on her own. Sometimes, I wished she would open up and express herself, maybe even to finally show off that body of hers, and wouldn’t be too shy about her sexuality, instead of being embarrassed like she was right then; which brought me back to Grace’s situation.
I wondered what she had run into doing the nasty. Maybe she ran into the Captain and the XO going at it on the bridge. I knew it would only be a matter of time, until those two went at it, by how close they were. Sometimes, I wished me and Grace would go at it, lord knows, I have tried, but Grace was just so timid that I didn’t want to be seen as forcing her to do something that she didn’t want to do. Well, at least I have my expansive personal stash of toys, to help satisfy my ‘urges’.
“What’s going on?” I said, making my presence known.
“Gracey has been acting weird after she came back from Med Bay. I know she saw something over there because she wasn’t like that when she picked up the tablets for the ‘Ice Queen’not that long ago,” Emma replied, still pestering Grace to spill the beans.
‘Wait. Dr. Blake said this morning she was going to conduct James’ physical exam when I saw her today. Maybe Grace walked in on them performing while they were in the middle of it, and might have seen something ‘interesting’. Maybe she saw him naked.’ That last thought brought a small smile to my mind. I had wondered what he was packing down there.
“Emma settle down, can’t you see you are making her more nervous than she already is,” I said, trying to relieve the tension, while taking a seat next to Grace. Trying to calm her down, knowing if you wanted her to open up, she needed to calm down. “Is it true, did you see something in Med Bay?”
Grace nodded.
“Is it about James?”
“Yes,” Grace finally spoke, in a sheepish voice.
That got my attention and Emma’s, too. She was practically jumping out of her seat trying to learn more, but I shot her a glance to keep quiet. I asked Grace to go on, that she was safe with us.
“Something was growing out of him, something weird, something big,” Grace replied, in a rushed manner, trying to get that over with.
“Growing where, Grace?” I asked, knowing what she saw, but I had to be sure. One of the things about having a very extensive collection of sex toys and paraphernalia was, that it wouldn’t be complete without a dildo or two. And, if you own one of those, then you might know where their inspiration came from.
“It was growing out around his a... you know… around his a…” Grace was trying to get it out, but couldn’t seem to find the words, until she blurted it out, “LEGS! It was growing out between his legs, AND IT WAS HUGE!” emphasizing the last few words.
I knew what she saw and kind of figured she might have been weirded out by it, but that last comment threw me for a bit. I thought it couldn’t be that big, she must be exaggerating, seeing that it was the first penis she had ever seen.
“It’s okay, Grace. What you saw was what all human males have, they are called penises; while we have tits and pussies, they have penises. What you saw was perfectly natural for them.”
“But it looked so unnatural, just sticking out of him and the size of it—it couldn’t be natural.”
“I’m sure you overestimated his size given it was the first one you ever saw, and given his frantic state of mind. It may have looked bigger than it was. Most male penises are about the size of a…” I looked around trying to find something for a visual comparison; then found a banana I kept out for crewmembers to snack on.“Aah… like this,” as I showed Grace and Emma the penile stand-in. “Most male penises are about this size; at least, that is what Dr. Blake told me when she was researching male anatomy.” I tried to reassure Grace, while trying to keep the fact on how I knew what they looked like due to my ‘special collection’.
Emma had her doubts, but didn’t voice them, and Grace studied the fruit in my hand. The banana was good for a male penis, even though I knew they varied in size, and looking at it, I knew that banana would not be too big, since it was slightly smaller than the largest dildo I had in my possession, at eight inches long and very thick. Thinking about Big Blue sent my pussy throbbing. Big Blue was my go-to friend when I needed to take the edge off,after a long day at cooking and caring for the crew. It always left me satisfied,but always leaving me wanting more.
“No, he was bigger than that, I know it!” Grace stated,while shaking her head. Then she looked around and grabbed Emma’s cylindrical water canteen that was on the table and showed it to us. “It was about this size, maybe not as thick,but definitely in length,if not longer.”
Assoon as Grace finished her last statement, to say I was shocked would have beenan understatement. If what she said was true,then James was carryingthe biggest cock she had yetever seen. Looking at the canteenand comparing it to Big Blue, James must have beenat least fourinches longer and maybe just as thick,or maybe more. The thought, ’I have to see it,’ was running through my mind, as I triedto figure out a way to do it without anyone knowing. Then an idea popped into my head,hoping that Emma,and especially Grace, couldgo along with it.
“It can’t be that big,Gracey. Noway he can be that big, I mean how does he carry that thing around with him every day,” I said, trying to get a small rise out of her by questioning her claim. Just like I thought,Grace was adamant about it.
That’swhen Emma spoke up, “I have to see it, there is just no way males carry those things around.”
I silently thanked Emma for hercuriosity which savedme some time. “Calm down Emma, I’m just as curious as you are, but we can’t just go up and tell him to show it to us, it might scare him away. If only we can find a way to sneak a peek, maybe spy on him when he is not looking.” I washoping Emma tookthe bait;then she looked at uswith a mischievous gleamin her eyes. She came up with a plan on how we couldachieve our goal,but it wouldrequire Grace’scooperation. Afterseveral minutes of pleading and some coaxing from both of us,she finally gave in;we sat down and listened to Emma's plan.
Allthe while,my pussy was slowly leaking fluids into my very damp panties.
