Chapter 3: Making Babies

It had started as they trekked across Nebraska. With the addition of more partner wives, not to mention concubines, the puppy pile had become an important intimacy for Michael, his wives, and their companions. Usually spontaneous, it was also called when the sponsors felt a special need for closeness or to discuss something important concerning them all.

Family sex was often slow and romantic, but when Rachel, Cathleen, and their Pixie were on deck, total raunch was also a frequent visitor. Michael and his ladies had promised not to keep secrets from their companions, but as with any family, there were times when the responsible parties needed to plan before sharing. This was not one of those times.

That his ladies really were excited became evident during the evening meal. Usual evening activities evaporated as Michael's wives dragged him onto the family's huge master bed, stripping him and themselves as they went. Panties, babydolls, and other assorted unmentionables flew in all directions.

Their companions followed, joining in the general levity.

Michael lay in the center with his wives in their normal configuration and their companions cuddled closely. Jimmy was bracketed by the Nerds, and Mandy, unable to obtain skin to skin contact with Michael, had climbed on top of their miniature section of the pile.

<So, Dora, when and how did you become a 'we' in this family? Hmmmmm?> Michael asked silently so that only his wives could hear.

<I'm not exactly sure Michael,> came the reply. <It just sorta happened as we talked and worked. You and your ladies treat me like you treat each other, and I just grew. Strange to think of me growing. I thought of myself as fully developed, but humanity added a whole new dimension.>

Michael drew his first three wives closer, turned and looked into each of their eyes. He leaned up and looked at Carole, then Patricia. Seeing only love and trust, he proceeded aloud with a now very familiar question. "Dora, will you marry us? Full partnership, no reservations, go where we go, love us, kill for us, let us love you, and kill to protect you?"

There were gasps and then, "Oh yes, please!" from his ladies, followed by a lengthy silence from Dora.

The silence continued on, and the family waited.

At last Dora spoke with a voice surprisingly emotional, "Yes, Michael, Rachel, Cathleen, Hannah, Carole, and Patricia, I will marry you in full partnership. I will love you, protect you, and let you love and protect me." Her voice became almost little girlish. "I think I understand this commitment -- my loyalty to you goes beyond contract, and while I might need to kill to protect you, I don't think I can. But I can and will do anything short of direct violence to protect you."

Dora paused, then continued, "I needed to perform a complete systems audit to assure that there would be no conflict with Confederacy directives or any contractual requirements. As it happens, my budding to support your dual missions allowed me to align my primary loyalty and responsibility to you. I can feel. I'm yours." Wistfully, "I wish I could kiss you!"

Cheers, tears, and pandemonium.

After a few moments, Dora added, "This is important. None of you can ever hint to any other human or AI that this contract, this marriage, exists. I don't think the other AIs could kill me, but it is possible that they would try to take me away from you, then isolate and quarantine me. I don't think any AI has ever existed like I am now, and they will fear me.

"In the past, when an AI budded to act as a confidential legal advisor, that AI performed its task, and once the task was completed, it was absorbed back into the originating AI. No AI has existed independently nearly as long as I have, and none have had the time and type of opportunity to use that independence to observe and interact with humans. AIs have been alone, but I think not truly independent."

"So here we are," mused Carole. "A big pile of adults, and," looking over at her offspring, the budding Valerie and maturing Peter, "soon-to-be adults. A real family needs children; don't you think?"

"Yes, the time has come," agreed Michael, "for the family to consider children. We still have a mission to perform, and sometimes it will be dangerous, but if we sequence pregnancies carefully, we should be able to have the children we want and need.

"Two of you have already asked me," Michael continued, "and if the rest of our wives agree, I see no reason they can't be first, with maybe one more companion to start us off. What say you?"

Naomi was squealing and Cathleen openly weeping. His other partners looked around, then agreed. "You didn't say who the second was, but I think it is more than obvious," laughed Rachel. "Yes, of course, but who will be number three?"

"I'm not quite ready," spoke up Mandy, "but I think Danni is." She looked over at the tall black woman who had become her closest friend. "And, I think her skills would likely be more suited here rather than back on the ground."

Danni hugged her friend and spoke softly, "Yes, I'm more than ready, but I could wait if there was a better choice. Know this, though, I've never felt as loved and needed as I have these past weeks, and I want Michael's baby more than I could ever tell you."

"Michael, all your wives agree," summarized Dora.

The pile was mostly quiet for a while, except for the occasional sniffle; hugs, caresses, cuddles, and squeezes were the primary communications.

Carole spoke, "I propose that the new junior wife and I consult to put together a slate of candidates for subsequent rounds of procreation." Laughter. "Anyone wanting to enter the primary should make it known, pronto. I'm thinking one wife and two companions for each round, probably two and a half to three months apart."

"That seems about right," contributed Dora. "Don't forget that we are short on companions and will need to integrate them into whatever schedule we create. It's too bad I can't lie, or we could give me a CAP and hide me as a human. That would increase the number of companions we could rescue."

Naomi had reached the point where she could hardly contain herself. "So when can we start making babies?"

"You should be just about ready to ovulate. I triggered the process earlier when I sensed Michael's intent. Cathleen and Danni should be ready before morning, and if you all practice enough, I predict a bun in every oven by this time tomorrow." Dora was clearly having fun. Who knew or suspected?!

Carole's 'mom genes' kicked in, "Valerie, Peter, you know Confederacy rules, and I expect you to stick to them. Remember, 'Mama Dora' sees all and knows all." She continued, "I'm not going to be cruel and kick you out, but tonight is strictly hands and other body parts off limits for the two of you. If you can't deal with that, I suggest a 'World of Warcraft' all-nighter."

Michael looked around the room, and it was very clear that baby making was going to be a crowd participation sport. As usual, when it came to domestic affairs, Carole was a step ahead of him. "Billie and Birdie, you're on deck. Let's get plenty of liquids and snacks in here. Maybe your stud will help. Make sure there's chocolate -- lots of chocolate!"

The three scampered off to the replicator, where Dora had trays of goodies cued to pop out. She delighted in pampering her family, and unlike with alcohol, chocolate replicated accurately. She knew the favorite treat and capacity of each family member and always ensured there was at least one more item than any individual could want or stuff down.

The return of the Nerds was greeted with cheers.

In the interim, a space had been cleared for Michael and the mothers-to-be. He was propped by large pillows with his loves sitting cross-legged around him. They seized the first tray of goodies, and promptly began feeding Michael and each other strawberries, grapes, melon, and other bite-sized fruits covered in chocolate.

With a sly grin, Naomi spread chocolate icing over Michael's nipple and began to lick and suck. Not to be upstaged, Danni took a chocolate covered strawberry between her lips and leaned over to feed it to her lover.

Cathleen, knowing she was likely not yet fertile, began working to increase Naomi's arousal. She leaned over the smaller girl, laid her face on Naomi's back, reached around, and lightly tweaked her nipples. Naomi stiffened, then moved to straddle Michael's leg, humping to stimulate her clitty. As her arousal increased, she moved her legs to either side of Michael's lower torso and frantically slid her pussy lips along his rampant cock.

Michael groaned and seized her hips. As she slid down his shaft, he raised her so she could take his cock and notch it, then he pulled her down, sinking into her hot, wet tunnel. Far better than pretending to make a baby -- this was real, and their lust rose to new peaks.

So that Danni would not feel neglected, Cathleen leaned over Michael, pulled her close and locked lips. Michael looked up to see four tits pressed together -- his ebony queen and his paper-white princess. He had intended to lick Danni while he gently filled Naomi, but the energetic sprite riding him drove away any hope of finesse.

Sex had become an all-in activity, driving them towards completion -- pregnancy was the goal and pleasure a side effect. Her juices leaked, running over his thighs and soaking the sheets below them. Their moans and grunts were accompanied by a chorus of bawdy commentary from their watching partners, companions, and sister-wives. Dora, unable to participate physically, made up for that lack by contributing seriously raunchy comments.

Naomi exploded, screaming with the intensity of her climax, but she barely paused, determined to milk Michael's seed into her womb. The continuing pulse of her slick tunnel triggered his release, and he spasmed over and over, deep into her receptive body. Feeling his hot seed shooting into her, Naomi screamed again, went completely rigid, and fainted -- collapsing onto Michael.

The family looked on in awe; then Rachel gently lifted Naomi and placed her with her head on Michael's shoulder, while Carole lifted Naomi's butt and placed a pillow under her to keep Michael's gift from running out. There was a collective sigh.

Danni, still on edge, snuggled on her back under his other arm to wait her turn. Unwilling to see her earlier efforts go to waste, Cathleen cuddled up to her and began again to nurse on Danni's beautiful breast. Danni moaned and turned. Her hips began to thrust against Michael's thigh, humping, humping, humping in an effort to ease her need and to re-start his motor.

Cathleen was relentless. Now, with easy access to both lush teats, she alternated a gentle massage with tweaks and pulls while rubbing her own pussy against Danni's moving butt. She nuzzled and kissed Danni's neck and softly blew in her now frantic lover's ear.

Hannah, their Pixie, managed to move between Michael's slightly spread legs and began to lick his flaccid member and balls. To his amazement, he rose to the occasion, but he was unwilling to disturb the still dozing Naomi. Recognizing his dilemma, Rachel smoothly gathered the sleeping beauty and cuddled her to her own breast. Naomi sighed, turned her head, and began to nurse.

With his arm free, Michael rolled -- causing a pileup with his rigid cock between Danni's legs and Hannah's talented tongue now assaulting the panting Cathleen's dripping twat.

Gone were the strictly heterosexual ladies he first knew. Hannah and Cathleen, like all their sister-wives, delighted in giving and receiving pleasure with their sisters and companions. Michael plunged and Cathleen arched, the happy family concentrating on procreation -- Danni now, Cathleen later.

As Michael entered Danni, he looked into her eyes and saw something new. In addition to trust, the lust, the passion, he saw a longing. He kissed her eyelids, then moved to whisper in her ear, "You are mine, now and forever. I'll never let you go."

There was no warning. Danni screamed and shuddered into her first orgasm, thrusting hard to drive Michael deeper inside her. She sobbed, she moaned, she pounded upward to receive him and seek his seed. He rode her through another orgasm, then another, finally spasming out his gift and collapsing on her. He was afraid of crushing her, but Danni clutched him tightly.

After a moment, she rolled him away from her sisters, and said, "Yes, my heart is yours as long as you will have me. I never knew what 'claimed' meant, but now I do." She looked over at Cathleen, who still had Hannah's nose buried in her neatly shaped pubic hair. "I hope I left some for you, but it sure doesn't seem likely."

Cathleen looked over with heavily lidded eyes and responded, "Oh, we've been down this route before. I have faith. You watch; before morning, Michael will have me moaning and groaning."

And so it was.

The next morning, the family woke to the smell of coffee and a new vision.

Into their bedroom walked the hologram of a naked, exotic beauty. She was tall, slim, and rounded in exactly the right places. Her red-gold hair hung to her butt, but with a braid coiled around her crown. Her pubic hair was short, red-gold, and heart shaped. Perfection did not even begin to describe her.

The vision spoke with Dora's voice, "I've studied on it. My namesake was a spaceship with a little girl's personality. That's not me, so I reviewed all my interactions with each of you to find what appearances give you pleasure. This avatar is the new me. What do you think?" There was an anxious note to her question.

There were cheers, which redoubled when Dora announced, "I'm happy to tell you that Naomi and Danni are both pregnant. Naomi is carrying a little boy, and Danni is blessed with identical twin girls. Cathleen ovulated about two hours ago, so she and Michael need to get busy and add insurance to her womb."

The family trooped into the dining area, ate a hearty breakfast, and adjourned to the large family shower. While various combinations played, Michael washed his newly pregnant companions, taking special care to clean their naughty bits. He kissed them soundly, then turned to Cathleen, who was watching from a warm spray sluicing over her lovely body.

With his family as audience, he turned to her and enfolded her in his arms. She molded herself against him, looked up into his eyes, and kissed him deeply. He washed her hair and knelt so she could return the favor. He moved over to kiss her sex, wanting to savor the tastes and smells of last night's arousals before they were washed away. She moved into a soft cum, then had him stand so she could wash him.

With warm water continuing to cascade over them, he used his hands to soap and clean her, calling on everything he knew to build her arousal. Eventually, he drew her to him and placed his hands under her butt. He lifted the beautiful redhead, and the ever-helpful Pixie reached over to place him at Cathleen's ready entrance.

Instead of the frenetic couplings of the previous evening, they moved at a sedate pace, savoring the experience of creating a new life. Michael loved all his wives, indeed all his companions, each was special, but Cathleen and Rachel were his first real loves. He would admit this to no one, not even them, but these two would forever be first in his heart, and he strove to show how special was his love for her. He wanted her. He wanted their baby. They were going to make their baby. Then they came.

Dora's prediction was accurate. By the end of the day, Cathleen carried a girl and a boy.

The family was returning from a celebratory lunch, companions dressed as usual in their panties -- with and without tops. They felt sexy undressed in that manner, and they knew that Michael liked it.

Valerie and Peter ran ahead with Carley following close behind -- all burning off energy. As they passed a hulking marine private, he reached out and grabbed Carley by her left breast, spun her to him, and kissed her hard.

Three warriors from Hades hit him high, low, and middle. Hannah's flying body check took the marine at knee level, forcing him backwards as Rachel grabbed his head and yanked, adding impetus to his backward slam to the floor. Cathleen caught Carley mid-fall and landed on the marine, one knee cracking ribs and the other in his gut.

The sound of the marine's head hitting the floor was followed by the whoosh of air, then a groan as he spewed his meal across the corridor.

Rachel calmly sub-vocalized to Dora, <Summon someone to get his piece of trash to a med-tube, then record what I'm going to say, attach it to a copy of this incident from the time just before he grabbed Carley until just after he is hauled away. I'm invoking our contractual right to defend and protect our companions. After we review the content, this is to be broadcast five times on every screen available, and is to be attached to the new sponsor orientations.>

The final recording showed Rachel dressed in Civil Service gray. She looked down, looked up, and spoke, "This marine attacked my property. I invoked my contractual right to protect my property from harm. I also plan to pursue a court martial of this jackass. Just as concubines who step out of line are punished, sponsors are accountable as well. Be warned and behave!" She smiled, nodded, and was done.

Two marines double timed, picked up the still moaning body, frowned at the now crowded hall, and departed. Nanites began cleaning up the remaining mess, and the family continued on to their quarters.