December 2274
New Dallas
Botanist Bonnie Cooper
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The two of us had kissed a few times to get our husbands excited, but I had no idea sex with a woman could be so great! Roger … did the job … but wasn’t anything special. Erica was better than Charlie, or even Ross! I was so taken with her beautiful hair and body I didn’t even notice him leave.
I was euphoric, but terribly embarrassed. I wondered if Erica felt it too? Would she be upset if I told her, and she didn’t feel the same? I didn’t think I could take it if she rejected me. I politely asked, “Do you want to shower first?” Much more nervously, I offered; “Or would you like me to wash your back?”
“Bonnie, you can wash my back, my front, and everything between! Please? I never thought I would say this to a woman, but I think I’m in love with you!”
She pulled me to her and stuffed her tongue in my mouth before I could say anything. I slid a finger into her, as I said, “I love you too!”
We made love in the shower until we both came at least three times. We held hands all the way home and woke up Ross with a lesbian make-out that inspired him to ride our other wife Melissa, as we fingered each other again.
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After five meetings with Roger, both of us had symptoms, and tests showed we were going to have his babies. When we told Roger the news, he congratulated us briefly then had a drink. When his beer was gone, he said his job was done, he had other ladies to attend to.
We were just starting to like him, and he dumped us! We couldn’t have beer since we were pregnant, so Bonnie and I just danced and hugged to try and feel better. We cried a little, watching the people happily dancing and flirting.
Erica led me by the hand as she said, “I know what’ll make us feel better.” She sat in Rito’s lap and asked him, “Would you like to spend some time with Erica and I?” When I saw him smile, I leaned down and played with her boobs as she kissed him.
Rito is Japanese and a little small, but very, very energetic. He’s got the stamina to finish both of us twice a night! A few nights, he even made it three times each! We met him for some fun nearly every week until a month before our babies were born, then made our next two kids with him several months later.
We were happy when he invited Heinrich to join us and make it a foursome, then overjoyed when Alex and Tim joined our group grope. Kissing Erica while both of us were getting a standing double-stuff was … Mmmmmm! I just have no words! BEST THING EVER!
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May 2360 – 101 years after landing on New Enceladus
New Kiev
retired Mayor Demitri Nivesku
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My favorite wife Therese and I joined our family to celebrate my oldest son’s 100th birthday. I love birthdays, since they’re the only time I’m allowed to have sugar anymore. Therese gives me one forkful of cake, with frosting. Other people don’t think anything of it, but to me that one forkful is a great treat. My two other indulgences in old age are my pets and my red and black cape.
The whole thing started out with me getting a black coat with red interior lining once. I liked the colors and got an overcoat to match it, for the times I ventured into the cold south of the village. It’s not a village anymore, it’s a large city, but that’s another story.
One day a young boy saw my overcoat, after watching one of the old Dracula movies. He asked his mother if I was a vampire. She was shocked and apologized. I thought it was funny. I took the idea and ran with it. I had a cape made to match, as well as a pair of fake fangs. Therese and one of my other wives, Maria, think it’s terribly romantic to be seduced by the Vampire Count, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
The zoologists were shocked to find several types of flies, beetles, and ants when we landed. The genetics were totally different, but they looked and acted almost exactly like species from Earth. There are ecological niches to fill, and the shape of ants, flies, and beetles are nearly perfect for what they do. It wasn’t a case of long-distance panspermia, but rather convergent evolution. I wasn’t too surprised there are water animals here which resemble bass, trout, and catfish; but have compound eyes like bees or spiders. The six-legged squirrels here are a major nuisance, stealing our food crops, chewing through wires, and making lots of noise on the roof while we’re trying to sleep. Having an extra pair of legs, they can climb nearly anything.
I wrote about bugs and squirrels a moment ago because of my pets. Flarkers are a semi-intelligent fruit and prey-eating species native to our new planet. They look something like a cross between an owl and a bat. They’re capable of carrying an apple or other piece of fruit as they fly. As far as I can tell their favorite foods are large beetles, squirrels, a native fruit similar to peaches, and mice and apples from Earth.
A mouse escaped from a cage the first year we were here, and the scientist caring for it panicked when he saw it run out of the lab. Who could predict what terrible ecological damage a prolific species like mice could do on our new world? He was relieved to see a flarker grab it only a split-second before another would have. There were a few other escapes, and we have wild mice here now, but between Flarkers and the young Tads further north, they’re well under control.
Flarkers are social and affectionate, smarter than dogs or cats, and live around twenty Earth years. I keep a small family of them as pets, furthering the Vampire rumors. They like to perch on my shoulder and lean against my neck for warmth. My favorites can bring me small items when I ask for them.
People often try to flatter me by saying I look young for my age. I remind them that at 130, most people who look my age have been dead awhile. They’re usually shocked, then relieved when I laugh.
I have no idea how she does it, but even at 127, my wife Therese doesn’t look a day over eighty. People see Therese’s main indulgence as a handicap. She started wearing larger blouses and dresses with a pillow underneath, so she can pretend she’s pregnant again. She tells people she has difficulty with her weight, and acts ashamed that she’s fat, but loves to feel like a pregnant mom.
I still enjoy her fetish too, and even help her dress, though she rarely needs any help. My lower legs and her left eye no longer work, but occasionally we still find the time and energy to have fun with the rest, even being post-centenarians.
I saw the corner of her pillow sticking out of her blouse a little and covered it as a young man walked near us. I didn’t let on that I knew who he was.
“Mayor Nivesku! It’s an honor to meet you, sir!” The look in his eyes and his forced, nervous smile told me he was up to something.
“I hope you don’t mind if I impose on you for a bit of advice, sir?”
My hearing wasn’t great anymore, and sometimes I used that to my advantage. I cupped my hand next to my ear and almost yelled; “What?”
“I’m Ahmed Davies, the new mayor of New Hyderabad. I hope you can help me with a difficult decision?”
I decided to have a bit of fun with him. Very loudly, I replied, “I agree, sometimes that Evan Davies really is a bad mayor. Where do you need the incision?” I held up a dull butter knife.
He looked up at the sky and clenched his fists in frustration. I kept a serious look on my face but laughed on the inside. Therese is still kinder than I ever was, and held out a screen so he could type his questions. She knew my hearing wasn’t that bad, and I caught her smiling a bit.
After some typing, he showed me the screen; “It’s a great honor to meet you, sir. I’m mayor Ahmed Davies, from New Hyderabad. I hope you can spare some time and give me a little advice?”
From a half-century in politics and a quarter-century in security, I could tell he was about to be in trouble and wanted help getting out of it.
I motioned to my helper Olga, and she pushed my wheelchair away from the crowd. Olga walked away and would return if I waved to her or called her using the screen.
Ahmed typed out, “Mayor Demitri, I have to make a difficult decision. A few people in my city broke a couple of major rules. Nobody was hurt, but they still need to be punished. A few girls are pregnant illegally. What do you think I should do?”
Now I knew why he was in trouble. I wasn’t going to go easy on him. I VERY SLOWLY started typing.
He mumbled; “But MY hearing is fine, he could just tell me …” He restrained himself and didn’t complain any further.
There was a reason I didn’t ask my question out loud. Eventually I finished typing; “How many of the babies are yours, and what is the age of the youngest girl?”
He was shocked and ashamed.
He looked down and said, “The youngest one is …” He reached for the screen.
In a natural voice, I said; “If the youngest is at least child-bearing age, you should start a family with them. If she’s under 18, then the problem is a lot more serious.”
He reached to start typing, and I moved the screen away. “My hearing’s not that bad, and I’ve had my fun for the day. How young?”
“There are three of them, 18, 19, and 20. Only one of the babies is mine.” He also explained the job situation.
“I hate rule-breakers, but I have to do what’s best for the community. Confess what you did, marry them, and start a family. Being a purple is embarrassing, but it won’t kill you. I’m sure your grandfather will be willing to serve as Mayor another year and make you his Deputy. If you do a good job in spite of it, the people will vote for you again.”
A group of people walked by as he said, “Thank you for the advice, sir. I’ll let you get back to the cake and the party.”
Returning to my deaf old man act, I loudly said, “I agree, cake makes me farty too!”
He blurted out a stream of nervous chuckles and left. I thought he might be a little loose in the pants, but at least he had the wisdom to ask for help when he needed it. I was confident he’d be fine.
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April 2371
New Dallas
Enka Karjala – Chief of Science and Medicine
I’m slowly dying and nearly 140 years old. Since our first college, Karjala University, was named for me, I’m confident that I’m beyond any punishment now. As I lay here in my hospital bed I need to admit some things.
When it was time to choose families, I made Molly a deal. I would pick her, Oskar, and Abolou, and she could use the rest of my family choices. In exchange, I would implant her and she would carry the baby I made with Professor Morse. Molly was willing to put up with being a Purple nearly two years, in order to make sure our family got two pretty girls she liked, Antonella and Rhonda.
As Chief of Science and Medicine, on our new world only the Governor and Mayors outranked me. All of them realized I knew far more than they did, and they usually deferred to my advice. Only my husband Abolou was close to me in intellect, and over half the colony are smart enough to be scientists or doctors back on Earth.
I knew that after the colony area was explored well in the first half year, Geology would only occupy Molly a few hours a week. I offered her a position as my executive assistant. She accepted, and also volunteered as my bedroom and shower assistant. She was my favorite pet, and the love of my life. My biggest regret is that I never kissed her or told her that.
People keep congratulating and honoring me for the hundreds of discoveries I’ve made and the thousands of patients my medical knowledge and skills have helped or saved. I still dwell on seven patients. I know that even an unusually good doctor typically loses a few people every year, but I’m far better than good. In eighty years as a physician, I lost seven. In my opinion, that’s at least six too many. I still remember all the faces of the families as I told them I failed and their loved one was gone.
It’s been over five centuries since the discovery of antibiotics, but a simple cut on her hand took Molly away from me. At the age of only 46, she died from a native infection that’s untreatable with any drug from Earth. I didn’t discover the plant compound which can fight it until it was years too late.
When Molly passed, I professionally dictated notes of the symptoms, exactly what I had tried, and the results. I walked home and calmly told my family Molly was gone. After that, I sat on my bed alone and cried for weeks. I still miss her terribly.
Today I learned that making Sarah with Professor Morse and implanting her in Molly was the best thing I ever did. Sarah discovered a method for creating ARTIFICIAL WORMHOLES! With more work, it could make interstellar and even intergalactic travel take minutes or hours, instead of centuries or eons! Next month, she’s launching a probe that might let us send messages to Earth and back in seconds, instead of 80 years!
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Epilogue
It took humans half a million years to live on two planets and a few moons and asteroids, instead of just Earth. Another three centuries raised the total to ten inhabited planets around six stars. In the next hundred years, using Sarah Wallace’s discovery, the number jumped to over a thousand. Spread across dozens of galaxies, humanity became extinction-proof at last.
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