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Life with Alpha
by A. Pseudonym
Chapter Sixteen: The Powerpuff Girls
Codes: MF, FF, MF+, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book
Warning: This is an adult story with adult content. If you are not of legal
age, you should not read this.
Disclaimer: The Powerpuff Girls, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup were created
by Craig McCracken and are owned by him or Cartoon Network or Warner Brothers or
Time Warner or someone else who is not me. All artificial persons herein are
based on characters owned by their creators, not the author.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Powerpuff_girls
Dramatis Personae:
Frank _____ - Lead character, inventor of Alpha
Alpha - First A.I. in existence
Kasumi Tendo - artificial woman based on character from Ranma 1/2
Daria Morgendorffer aka Daria Morgan - artificial woman based on character
from Daria
Jane Lane aka Jane Lannister - artificial woman based on character from Daria
Kara Zor-L aka Power Girl aka Karen Starr - artificial woman based on
character from DC Comics
Rei Ayanami aka Rei Ayanami Ikari - artificial woman based on character
from Neon Genesis Evangelion
Anna Marie aka Rogue aka Anna Marie Raffen - artificial woman based on
character from Marvel Comics
Princess Diana aka Wonder Woman aka Diana Prince Walters - artificial woman
based on character from DC Comics
Zatanna Zatara aka Annabelle Tara Zane - artificial woman based on character
from DC Comics
Beta aka Bayonetta aka Elizabeth Alana Franks - cyborg copy of Alpha in
body based on video game character from Bayonetta
Gamma aka Jasmine aka Jasmine Marza - cyborg copy of Alpha in body based
on character from Disney movie/TV series Aladdin
Delta aka Elisa Maza aka Elizabeth Marza - cyborg copy of Alpha in body
based on character from Disney TV series Gargoyles
Alphadroid Dorothy aka R. Dorothy Waynewright - robot copy of Alpha in body
based on character from Big O
Kara Zor-El aka Supergirl aka Linda Lang Starr - artificial woman based on
character from DC Comics
A-Ko aka Eiko Magami aka Epsilon - human copy of Alpha in body based on
character from Project A-Ko
Blossom aka Belle Underston - artificial woman based on character from Powerpuff
Girls
Bubbles aka Britney Underton - artificial woman based on character from
Powerpuff Girls
Buttercup aka Bobbi Underton - artificial woman based on character from
Powerpuff Girls
I was a little nervous. Minor television appearances with Alphadroid
aside, this was one of the largest groups I had ever addressed. My entire
household plus all twenty-eight general employees of AARD and three of the
researchers (ie the ones willing to attend). I had rented a large dining room
at the local Holiday Inn and paid for a nice catered dinner. This time it
wasn't to celebrate a specific company anniversary but instead to make a
surprise announcement and celebrate our projected entry into profitability for
the fiscal year. (Just projected, because it was only, y'know, March.)
We were about to reach our third year of existence and were only now about
to start showing a profit. Our projections called for an increasing net profit
for the next twenty or thirty years, and that was if Alpha and I stopped
inventing things today.
I had explained some of this to my audience, leaving out a few of the
specifics (such as Alpha and her inventiveness), but the crowd was enthusiastic,
especially when I explained that 10% of the company's net profits would be
distributed as a bonus to our employees. Of course I owned the company outright
and was under no obligation to give out the bonuses, but I believe in creating
happy, loyal employees. It would be determined by seniority, not position, so
the longer you were with the company, the higher the bonus (and would include my
household, but not myself). I didn't give any dollar estimate in my little
speech, but we were expecting somewhere in the range of $500 thousand to $10
million net profit this year, so it had the potential to be pretty substantial.
For now, most of the remaining 90% of the profits would go right back into
the company, but I would also use it to start paying myself back for the
investments I had made when building the company, and I explained a little of
this as well.
For anyone wondering, I was not planning to ever take the company public.
Yes, by selling stock in AARD I could make more money, but I prefer having the
privacy, control and reduced accountability that comes with a private company.
I really don't ever want to explain myself to stockholders.
"Now for the real surprise," I said with a grin. "I'm sure all of you are
familiar with our unofficial company mascot, Alphadroid. Right?"
There was a polite round of applause.
"When we initially built it, it was for fun. I mean, we had the arms and
legs and eyes designed, so all we needed to do was build a connecting framework
and do a lot of programming. Then a funny thing happened. Alphadroid became
pretty popular, even though there was only one of him.
"What most of you didn't know is that we built two of them, though I keep
the other one at my house.
"What almost all of you didn't know is..." I turned to the face the
curtained-off area to the side of the podium and called out, "Alphadroid,
enter." Five Alphadroids, walked out on stage in a line.
"... we built a few more of them in the last couple months." Over the
applause, I continued, "I'd like to introduce you to Alphadroids Three, Four,
Five, Six and Seven. They are what we call a Beta release, developed in
preparation for sale to the public. And Beta releases require testing, which is
where all of you come in.
"Anyone who is interested can put their names in the hat to take home one
of these Alphadroids for one month for testing purposes. It will wash your
dishes for you, walk your dog, feed your cat, mow your lawn. It literally has
over a thousand different things it can do for you, though for insurance
purposes, we are not including the vehicle driving options.
"Now you'll need to fill out daily test reports and there are plenty of
details we'll go over before you take one home, but that's the upshot. We'll be
doing these tests for at least four months, meaning we have a minimum of twenty
test slots to fill in our lottery. The sign-up sheet will be at the front desk
all next week.
"Everyone enjoy your dinners, and I understand we have a couple choices
for dessert coming up too."
I went back to my table, sitting between Kara and Kasumi. Kasumi wasn't
an AARD employee but was my special guest for the night.
These Alphadroids were not Alpha host platforms, but were capable of
becoming so. We needed to be able to make androids that worked but weren't
actual AIs. Each one included the chipsets needed for Alpha to run, and the
wireless connections needed for Alpha to be able to remotely install herself,
but they would run off of non-AI programming for now. Very, VERY advanced non-
AI programming, designed by Alpha herself, but not innately capable of self-
programming or self-awareness.
Basically, if we actually started selling these, a few techo-geeks would
do their best to take the programming and circuitry apart. While we could raise
many roadblocks to such investigations, there's no way we could actually stop
them. So we included as many security measures as possible but would not
actually risk someone discovering Alpha's programming. Alpha's fuzzy logic
chipset was hidden within what appeared to be and would function as a co-
processor, but should hopefully escape any special notice.
Within a few days of the company dinner, rumors started leaking out about
the planned availability of Alphadroids for sale. We expected it. Heck, we let
the rumors and anticipation build by giving 'no comments' to the press for over
a month before issuing a press release announcing our plans. After we actually
started sending the beta test androids home with employees, amateur online
videos of Alphadroids started showing up regularly. Before long the general
public would lose interest, but for now they were SciFi mana dangling just out
of reach.
I would give an evil little chuckle every time I read a story about how
other companies were trying to build their own robot mascots and how they always
fell short of Alphadroid. Nothing about Alphadroid was out of their reach, but
the engineering research and design and the man-hours of programming needed were
way too much for any but the largest companies to even attempt. *innocent
whistling* Unless you have your own Artificial Intelligence.
I had to wonder how many people might be beginning to suspect an AI at
AARD, but so far our cover story of being a collection of reclusive geniuses
seemed to be holding up. No one knew how many researchers worked for us, and
the few names that had leaked out were easily identifiable as geniuses.
Plus we were being very careful not to release too much too fast. Very
little was being publicly released under the AARD name, and we were careful to
release new advanced technology slowly. For example, Alpha had worked out what
should be a useable design for a fusion power plant a couple years ago, but
suddenly publishing something that complex, something that leapfrogged over what
should have been the result of decades of theory and laboratory experiments...
let's just say it would raise more than a few questions that I wanted to avoid.
So instead Alpha was using her email friendships with physicists to help the
scientific community along with the theory and math and component designs needed
to get there on their own. When that occasionally proved to be too slow, she
would occasionally submit a letter or paper for peer review that provided the
necessary data and theory, though papers were very difficult at the moment since
she lacked a human body/identity with a college degree to present papers. At
this rate, the world could have its first working fusion reactor in twenty years
or so. (She was also investigating cold fusion, but so far it was a dead end.)
Oh sure, there were some internet rumors out there about how we had access
to Area 51 files or were secretly founded by a time traveler from the future or
were doing secret government research. You know, mostly the kind of thing that
no individual with a balanced mind would seriously consider, but my natural
tendency to shun publicity and our lack of public accountability helped feed
some of the wilder rumors. Not that we were a huge target of crackpot
conspiracies, but they were slowly starting to build up. The ones about our
squad of ninja cyborgs or robots kinda gave me a shiver, but that was the only
one we had run across with even a morsel of truth.
That evening, I mainly just enjoyed spending a night out with all of my
women and basking in the positive feedback from my employees.
I made a special effort to say hello to the two medical technicians we had
hired to run our nanowire surgery unit training. I had met Josh and Nancy a
couple times before, but only in passing. I had been way too busy the past few
months and had let Beta and Anna Marie handle the hiring last year. Starting in
December through the beginning of March, we had held six different training
courses with a lot more on the schedule, certifying 25 different surgeons to use
the nanowire units so far. The feedback we had received so far was encouraging,
including results like clearing out cancerous bone marrow, removing a tiny tumor
from the center of someone's cerebral cortex, and doing scar-free removal of a
large mole from a supermodel. One of the more popular applications so far had
been for infants, which I had not considered when originally designing it, but
it made sense. The nanowire units were almost as noninvasive as you could
possibly imagine, which was a major concern when performing surgery on newborns
and infants.
We had already sold twenty surgery units, with expectations for selling
another 20-100 this year. The actual number was very uncertain. Only so many
hospitals had the available funds and the interest in being cutting edge, early
adopters of new technology. Most would probably wait to hear about how
effective/useful the units were before investing in them. If they were waiting
for other companies to produce cheaper versions, they were in for a long wait.
Our nanowires would cost other companies millions to produce, and our control
software was virtually unreproducible. (AI-written software was a thousand
times faster and more efficient than software produced by humans.)
At two million per unit, they were going to be one of our biggest profit-
makers. True, the price included free training for up to a dozen people within
three years of purchase and 10 free replacement nano-wire reels, which cut down
on the profit a bit. Plus we gave a significant discount to public and charity
hospitals.
Remember, money is useful and makes many things easier, but in and of
itself, money wasn't a big goal or issue for me. With Alpha's investment
skills, I could easily become a billionaire in a couple years or less. But
maybe it was time to come clean a little bit... Alpha's methods of playing a
market can sometimes contribute to a small degree of instability. With a solid
market, the ripples are quickly absorbed and ignored. Unfortunately a few years
ago it contributed to a problem in the housing loans market and, well, you
probably know the results. I'd like to make clear that Alpha didn't cause the
problem, but it might have been a little bit less bad without her influence.
Since then we've been avoiding using her investment strategies except to help
the market recover, and we were working to reach a point where all of our income
came from AARD and other investments.
While the money from the unit sales would be appreciated, the actual goal
was to get the tech out there... to raise the level of technology worldwide. So
why sell for $2 million when we could have made a good profit if the units were
priced as low as $300,000? If we priced the surgery units too low, no one would
think they were worthwhile and they would be ignored. Plus, if we sold for
under half a million, there would be a lot of questions about our R&D costs and
production methods.
Our tech was definitely starting to show up worldwide:
- Our desalinators were showing up all over the place, with some countries
in the Middle East and Africa looking at creating large scale units to allow
inland irrigation.
- A German car company known for its tiny but reliable vehicles had just
licensed our mini-motor so they could manufacture cars whose motors were smaller
than their glove compartments. True, the motors required very high quality
steel, but the next generation metal fabrication methods were all part of the
design we licensed. (We had a new method of creating cheap shatter-resistant
ceramics stronger than steel, but that was a different project.)
- Our new airplane engines would probably start showing up in actual
commercial jets within a couple years.
- We finally found a company to manufacture and sell our lightning
catchers. You set up one of our lightning-rod-like units on top of tall
buildings or other structures commonly struck by lightning. When lightning
strikes, our quick-capture capacitors grab the static discharge (up to 82%
efficient) and slowly convert and feed it into the electrical grid for cheap,
green energy.
- Our artificial limbs were set to begin manufacture in April. Through an
odd sort of competition, we had set three different companies against each other
to get the lowest SRP possible while maintaining high quality standards for the
limbs themselves. The end result SRP was now going to be about $15,000 per limb
for a basic model. (Ignoring inflation, the price could drop as low as $5000
for a basic model in a decade or less.) Advertising was in the works showing
our artificial hands typing on keyboards, shuffling cards, playing catch and
doing all sorts of everyday tasks.
Overall, we had almost a hundred designs already on the shelves in one
form or another, with another thousand set to appear in the next couple years.
And whenever we were able to do so, we kept the company name off the product.
Oh sure, there were times we used it to sell the idea, but even a well informed
consumer would be unlikely to be able to find out that the new low power heating
element design in his toaster came from us or that the next generation
ultrasound scanners were based on our designs.
The only products AARD was going to be selling directly were the nanowire
surgery units and the Alphadroids, and neither of those were going to be sold on
a retail level or in large numbers.
Okay, I keep getting distracted. Sorry. As I mentioned, it had been a
pretty busy few months.
Maybe Alpha can work on a hundred different projects at the same time, but
I certainly couldn't. I burned out a bit in early February and had a take a
week off from work. Most of the time, working at AARD is enjoyable enough for
me not to need or want time off -- heck, I probably have office sex two or three
times a week on average-- but from mid-November through early February so many
of my projects and duties and obligations converged that I was working an
average of 12 hours a day, six days a week. Even worse, it stopped being fun.
When I even stopped thinking of sex as fun and started thinking of it as
an obligation, I made myself take a week off and reorganize my thinking. I
changed my approach to work so that I would only let myself work on one project
each week, and forced myself to change projects every Monday. This wasn't an
absolute rule, but I was able to significantly reduce my workload.
Some people may think that Alpha takes care of nearly all of my work
burdens, but that's a false assumption. To begin with, maintaining and
upgrading Alpha's programming was a serious daily task. I only review or
rewrite changes to the most essential and core parts of Alpha's software, but
Alpha can easily come up with a hundred proposed programming changes every day,
streamlining and improving herself. The vast majority are very minor
alterations, but I promised myself I would check every single one. (If you're
curious, I only alter or reject one or two changes each week on average, most
often when I see an opportunity to advance my goal of slowly altering her Asimov
Protocols. Progress is being made.) Of course, I let her handle all of the
peripheral and research application stuff such as the programming for these new
Alphadroids.
Then there's the daily paperwork, and... Hmmm... Let me simplify and
shorten my approach to this topic and instead give an overview of my daily
schedule: I spend an hour or two every day going over program changes or
enhancements. Being boss at AARD takes another one to three hours, reading
reports, signing papers, sending emails, shaking hands, attending meetings, etc.
Stroking the egos of our researchers and subtly helping point their work in the
right direction takes an average of an hour a day. So that's 3-6 hours of each
working day that's gone, used up just to keep things moving along.
Alpha does help with all of those things... a lot, actually. But someone
has to sign the papers. Someone has to be able to answer questions in person
and keep everyone friendly.
As to the actual research, most projects at AARD require Alpha to do most
of the work. But the thing is, over time we've jointly come to the realization
that we do our best work... Alpha does her best work... when she and I work
together on a project. She isn't good at intuitive leaps or out-of-the-box
thinking. When I work with her on a project, the goal is reached 6-43% faster
than originally estimated with a 32% higher success rate when compared to
projects she works on by herself.
For years I tried to work with her on nearly every project, and I was
usually able to help at least a little. This was fine when we were working out
of my basement, but as Alpha increased her number of systems and we suddenly had
a large number of labs to work in and multiple sets of cyborg hands to do the
work, it really started stretching me thin. It grew to where I was trying to
help Alpha with a couple dozen different projects each week.
Under my new system, Alpha and I together select which project to work on
each week, weighing which projects are potentially most beneficial against which
projects she needs the most help with. So far I'm pleased with the results and
much more relaxed and happy in general. Looking back at things, I'm surprised
it took a couple years for me to get overloaded like that. (Actually, thinking
back... maybe I agreed to the DC trip so readily so I could take a couple days
off? And thank goodness for Kasumi. She kept the house running very smoothly,
keeping those issues from stressing me out further.)
So tonight I was feeling great. Relaxed. Happy.
Kasumi was my date for the evening, and I had enlisted Rei to act as our
chauffeur. I had never bought a limo, because I considered the idea to be way
too ostentatious and pretentious. However I did keep a small fleet of nine or
so fairly new vehicles (plus Diana's motorcycles) at the house, so tonight we
were in a nice comfy SUV with the middle-row seats removed.
Kasumi was dressed in a very nice, conservative black dress that reached
down to mid-calf with a pretty red sweater-slash-shawl thingie around her
shoulders. (Living with a bunch of women, you might think I'd learn what
different types of clothing are called, but the subject really doesn't interest
me enough to bother.) The outfit was nice and showed off her curves, but wasn't
super-sexy tight and didn't display much skin. Despite the lack of overt
sexuality, I initiated a happy make-out session on the drive home, approaching
her make-out-inaccessible clothing as a challenge.
We kissed for a couple minutes, her mouth accepting my teasing tongue and
even responding in kind while I stroked her head and played with her long, dark
brown hair. I don't know what she did to care for it, but it still felt like
thin strands of silk, smooth as the day she came out of her pod.
She had loosened up enough that she was willing to engage in kissing and
light petting while being driven home in a vehicle with darkened windows, but
when I started unzipping the dress, she pulled back slightly and objected. She
was a proper lady, and not allowing embarrassing displays in public was far too
ingrained in her character to allow me to take her dress off in the car.
Ignoring car seatbelt laws, I shifted her onto my lap, pressing her lovely
little ass against my hard-on. While we continued to kiss, I let my hands roam
across her body. I could feel her hard nipples through her dress and bra, and
her legs trembled when I caressed the stocking-covered flesh of her ankles.
Keeping our mouths together, I put my right arm all the way around her
back and cupped her breast in my hand. With my left arm, I started working my
way up her legs under her dress.
Kasumi has what might be the nicest legs in the house -- very nicely toned
from her daily low-impact martial arts katas without being overly muscular,
beautifully long in proportion to her body, with flawless light olive skin.
Possibly even nicer than Zatanna's. I wanted to feel every last inch of them.
When my hand under her dress reached above her knees, her hands tried to
push my left arm away in halfhearted protest. I smiled a little when I realized
her legs weren't pressing together to stop me, and after a minute or so of
stroking her inner thighs with one hand and rubbing at her right nipple through
her dress with the other, her arms stopped trying to push me away.
Working her hemline up bit-by-bit, I slowly worked my way up to her garter
belt, then her panties. When I finally reached them, I found the fabric nicely
wet with womanly juices. She jumped at my touch and pulled away from my face.
"Frank-sama, you shouldn't do such things," she reproved me, starting to
blush. She still occasionally used the -sama and -san honorifics, despite
speaking almost nothing but English for what... four or five years? That's
right, we had celebrated the five-year anniversary of her arrival last month.
"My beautiful Kasumi, we are alone except for Rei, and she already knows
perfectly well what we are going to do when we get home. I am going to take you
to my bed and remind myself how lovely you are and remind you how much I love
you."
Ah, there we go, a full-fledged, high-powered Kasumi blush. Don't think
that I'm cruel or that I specifically do things to make her blush, but part of
me does enjoy seeing them. She's gotten much better about not blushing at every
little thing over the past few years, but she can still turn a nice dark red on
occasion, especially when I praise her beauty or talk about sex in front of
someone else.
"Hai... aahhh... that may be true, Frank-sama, but it is not proper to do
or say such things outside of the bedroom." Believe it or not, there was a time
when she would blush just saying 'bedroom' in such a context.
"But in deference to your wishes, I'm already keeping myself from eating
you out right now," I protested.
She giggled and blushed at the same time.
Quickly I added, "I know, I shouldn't say such things."
I hung my head in shame, but in doing so also pressed it against her
shoulder so that my lips could kiss her left breast through her dress. I
started stroking her vagina through her very damp panties eliciting a full body
shiver.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, that was
the moment we arrived home. I gave Kasumi a kiss on the cheek and withdrew my
arm from under her dress, giving my fingers a quick lick while she was watching.
Her receding blush returned upon seeing this, but she recovered her poise in
time to step out of the vehicle on my arm.
I paused before going inside. "Thank you very much, Rei. I appreciate
you playing chauffeur tonight."
Rei, being her normal verbose self, blinked at me then gave a little nod.
With my suit jacket folded over one arm and Kasumi's arm hooked through my
other, we swept inside as though we were walking down a red carpet walkway. I
guess we beat the others on the drive back because it was pretty empty. I heard
the quiet whirring of Dorothy's motors from the kitchen, but that was all.
Upon reaching my bedroom, we found the surprise I had prearranged for
Dorothy to set up while we were gone: Champagne on ice with a small selection
of fruits and cheeses for a bedtime snack. I popped the cork and poured us each
a glass.
"To a successful dinner with a beautiful lady," I said as I clicked my
glass against hers.
It had only been an hour or two since we finished our catered dinner, so
we weren't hungry. Well, not hungry for food. We sat together for a few
minutes, making small talk about the evening while I fed her little pieces of
cheese and melon slices. I would rub her lips or cheek every time. Before
long, she was returning the favor, and I would suck and lick her fingers to
clean off the melon juices. If she were any of my other women, I might have
picked up food between my lips and fed it to her that way.
After a few minutes of teasing like this, we resumed our necking. This
time Kasumi did not object when I lowered the zipper on her dress. We spent at
least ten minutes just slowly undressing each other between kisses. My tie and
shirt. Her dress and shoes. My shoes and pants. Her slip and garters.
We finished our mutual strip-tease wearing only panties (her) and boxers
(me). At that point I really didn't know if she wanted to shower or bathe
before sex or not. She had showered before going out, so that might have been
enough for the evening.
I pulled off my boxers, my erection bouncing into view. Acting rather
boldly for her, she grasped it and held it in her hands, stroking it gently.
"Please," she whispered, "I want..."
I kissed her and whispered back, "Show me what you want."
She released my cock and slid off her panties. Then, her head turned so
that she wasn't looking at herself, she laid back on the bed and spread her
legs.
I moved into position and slid home, my penis easily entering her familiar
velvety warmth. I held still for a moment and kissed her, bringing her face
back to me. She used to cover her face whenever she felt embarrassed about
enjoying sex. She hadn't done that for a few years, but she would still
sometimes look away, as if ashamed at enjoying carnal pleasures. Finally she
responded to my lips and started kissing back.
Holding her lips with my own, I pulled my hips back and gave a sharp
thrust, eliciting a quiet grunt. It wasn't long before she was holding onto my
shoulders as we fucked vigorously, her hips jumping up to meet my every thrust.
One time with Diana, I fucked for two hours without coming just to prove
that I could do it, but holding back like that isn't pleasurable. It turns sex
into a marathon chore. Thanks to a combination of factors, I have really good
sexual stamina and control, but just letting things flow naturally is usually
much more enjoyable.
So after I was certain she had come at least once, I relaxed and let
myself fuck naturally. After... oh... maybe 20 minutes total, I came, spurting
my seed into her, which must have put her over the top again because her body
seized up hard when I came.
I collapsed on top of her afterwards, her arms and legs wrapped around me.
When she released her grip, I rolled off to the side.
I could have very easily hardened up and gone for a second round, but she
was obviously fading into unconsciousness. Maybe she had a more tiring day than
I thought? Calling it a disappointing end to the night would be incorrect, but
I was expecting a bit more. Briefly I considered finding someone else to fuck
before I went to sleep, but decided against it. If I was horny in the morning,
it would be easy to find someone to play with.
I covered her with a blanket, put my earbud in the charger, moved the food
and drink to the hallway and joined her in bed.
* * * * *
The next morning when I got up, Kasumi was already gone. I yawned,
stretched, got out of bed and popped my earbud in.
Unexpectedly, Alpha immediately started talking, and not even with her
normal 'Good morning.'
"There is a situation you need to address this morning as soon as you are
able."
That kinda popped me awake, no coffee needed.
"What's wrong?" As I asked, I realized that it couldn't be anything too
horribly bad or Alpha would have woken me up.
"Kara became very upset with material she found online last night, then
became upset with me when I refused to allow her to post certain comments which
might have brought unwanted attention to her."
"Huh?"
A few minutes later, I had put on some pajama shorts and a robe and was
knocking on Kara's door (which was basically next door to my own room). A
slightly disheveled Kara, still groggy from sleep, answered a minute later.
"What?"
"Good morning. I understand that you had a fight with Alpha last night
about
something you saw online?"
That woke her up. "I told her I'd turn her off if she didn't let me let
those freaks have it."
"Kara, that's an exceedingly mean threat to a computer..."
"I wasn't serious. Not completely. But still, she should've let me rip
those weirdos a new one."
"What was this all about?"
"Come here," she said grabbing me by my robe and dragging me into her
room. She sat down at her desk while I looked over her shoulder.
Her laptop was set up on the desk, and when she woke it up and logged in,
a rule 34 webpage popped up, obviously still open from last night.
Now before we get into this further, let me explain a couple things. Of
course I am familiar with those sites. Rule34. HentaiFoundry. WWOEC. And so
on. There are a lot of websites where people post adult art inspired by cartoons
and comic books and other sources. Some of the art is really good, some is
crap.
For those women in the house who aren't aware of their fictional nature in
the real world -- Kasumi, Daria, Jane, and Rei -- Alpha filters out all
references to their original characters and series from any and all sources,
online or on TV, including those fan-run porn sites. And let me point out that
since Alpha is the actual internet host for both house and work, she can do it
thoroughly and seamlessly. (She also controls our digital cable and has, on
occasion, inserted substitute programming just in case.)
For those women in the house who ARE aware of their comic book personas --
Kara, Anna Marie, Diana, Zatanna and Linda -- Alpha has never tried to prevent
access to such fan sites. But they've never cared much about them, which is
what was confusing here.
I know that Kara has previously seen fan art and erotic fanfics, good and
bad, with every possible sexual combination... and her reaction had been to
laugh, claim status as a nerd sex icon, and move on. She never spent much time
on them. It just wasn't a big deal to her. So what got her so upset?
"See?" she said, clicking to open new browser tabs. "Here! And this!
And all of these. Some jerks have been going around drawing penises on my
pictures! There must be hundreds of these things!"
Ahah. Years of acting experience let me keep an entirely straight face.
"Yes, I'll agree it's pretty wrong-looking, but at the risk of insulting
you, so what?"
Looking at the pictures, some of them looked like they had been
intentionally drawn that way initially, but differentiating between the
originally drawn pictures and the add-on penises didn't seem like a productive
point to make at this time.
"So what? So what?!? Do I look like I have a penis?"
"No, most definitely not." She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt, and
maybe some panties. Though I couldn't see for certain, I took it on faith that
she hadn't grown a penis overnight. "Before me stands an ideal woman."
"Hey!" she said indignantly.
"Hey what? I'm being pretty serious." And in that moment, I was.
That derailed her tirade somewhat.
"Uhhh... thanks, sweetie, but still... why would someone do that to me?"
"They're not doing it to you, they're doing it to pictures of a completely
fictional character, though I doubt your existence would deter them in this
case."
"You're just not upset because no one is drawing breasts on pictures of
you."
"Good thing, too. I think it was Steve Martin who said something along
the lines of 'I'd just stay at home and play with my breasts all day' in a movie
somewhere."
She gave a brief snort of laughter.
"Look, Kara, this stuff is probably just done by gay guys... or guys who
fixate on transgender people or hermaphrodites. Or allowing for equal
opportunity, maybe it's being posted by women who have similarly odd tastes. Or
maybe they're just drunk college idiots who do this instead of spraying graffiti
on buildings."
"So why would Alpha care about me flaming these assholes?"
"Because she was worried you'd post things as if they were insults to you
personally and maybe make people suspicious."
"But I wouldn't have... I mean, no one would believe it was really me...
I know all I have in this world is my secret identity, so to speak, and I
wouldn't endanger... Arrrrrgh!!!" She finished with a grunt of muted anger and
clenched fists. I was momentarily worried she'd smash the laptop, but she
resisted.
"It's okay, Kara. And for what its worth, I agree that probably nothing
bad would have come from your comments... 'probably' being a key word there."
"No. I mean, I know, it's just... I need something to hit something...
or... Any chance Alpha could track down the posters?"
"Ummm... Let's not explore that option."
Needing something to distract her, I tried to start giving her a neck
massage. Not that my hands are strong enough to work her muscles loose, but my
touch did seem to relax her slightly. That didn't stop her from clicking
around, looking for more images to make herself angry.
"Kara," I said leaning down to whisper into her ear. "You need to stop
doing this to yourself. I'm sure there are plenty of perverted weirdos in your
world too, and they probably do the exact same things. And you don't go around
killing them, do you?"
"Well, back home I don't usually have the free time to browse around like
this either."
"So you're saying that I need to keep you busier?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying," she said with sarcastic emphasis.
"Then why don't you just set some Amanda Conner artwork or Alex Ross
paintings as your desktop and leave it at that. He does a really nice portrait
of you, right?"
"Yeah, but he always has me scowling."
"Not at all like you really are, huh?" As I said this, I hooked my
forefingers in her cheeks and tried to draw her mouth up into a smile.
"Cut that out!" she said, shaking her head loose from my fingers and
finally smiling.
I used the momentary distraction to lean over her laptop and close her
browser.
"What you need right now," I said as I snapped the cover down, "is a
distraction and a laugh and a sense of perspective. Or maybe..."
Looking around, I didn't see what I wanted right away. It seemed like I
remembered... yes, there we go. I opened up her closet door and kicked a loose
shoe into place to hold it open.
"Strip and get on the bed," I said as I shucked off my own clothes.
When I turned around, Kara was stretched out naked the bed, lounging with
a 'come hither' pose. She was certainly fast. Angry or not, she was apparently
always ready for a tumble in bed.
"This isn't about distracting you with a Good-Morning-fuck..."
"It isn't?"
"Well, not entirely. Distracting you with sex still sounds like a good
idea, but first... I need you to sit up, and here, let me get down here..."
I arranged us so that I was lying down flat on my back with Kara
straddling my belly, facing my feet with both of us looking at ourselves in the
mirror. With her pussy nestled up against my erect cock, you could imagine that
this was her cock.
"Is this your idea? Show me what I'd look like as a she-male so I'd
forget about it?"
"Listen up, smartass. I want you to look at us and remember this image.
The next time you see one of those drawings online, remember that they're only
trying to draw you right before I fuck you from underneath or behind. Okay?"
I had my cock do a little jump for emphasis so that it slapped her belly.
She reached down and started gently jacking me off, stroking me to full
hardness, all while staring at herself in the mirror.
I was getting eager for her to finish the foreplay and start the
lovemaking, but I was willing to wait while she finished her examination of our
image. Fortunately I didn't have to wait very long.
She raised her body up a few inches, angled my cock back a little, and sat
down, impaling herself on my hardness. But instead of starting our fuck, she
spent another minute just looking at us again in the mirror.
"Nope," she said after finishing her second perusal, "this is a much
better picture to remember. No offense to your gender, but I'm glad I don't
have a penis."
"I, too, am glad you don't have a penis," I agreed with a grin. I put my
hands on her hips and urged her into motion.
She only rode me in a reverse cowgirl position for maybe two minutes
before swiveling around so we could continue face-to-face. I wholeheartedly
agreed that having breasts to play with and lips to kiss make the experience
much better.
It wasn't an extended fuck, but we lasted at least 15 or 20 minutes...
well, I lasted 15-20 minutes. She came three or four times before I did. As we
lay there recovering together on her bed, our arms around each other, I gave
Kara a little peck on her lips and said, "You should apologize to Alpha. You
know she did what she did to try to protect you."
"Alpha was overreacting and doesn't have any feelings to hurt anyway."
"But she knows what feelings are and is pretty good at emulating them.
She knows what social niceties need to be observed. And she needs to know that
you're still her friend."
"Okay, I'll apologize to her later."
I popped out my earbud and carefully placed it in Kara's ear.
She gave me an exasperated look, but said, "Alpha? Are you there? This
is Kara." Pause. "I'm sorry I was mean to you last night and threatened to
turn you off. I know you were just trying to protect me." Pause. "Thank you,
I'm glad we're still friends too."
She pulled out the earbud and handed it back. She stuck out her tongue at
me, but I had been halfway expecting it and captured her tongue between my lips
in a French kiss.
When we broke the kiss, we got out of bed, showered and started the day.
* * * * *
Today was a day to get caught up on things at work. The next few days
promised to be full. Enjoyably full, that is, not pull-your-hair-out full.
Diana and Zatanna had 'returned home' to their storage pods a couple weeks
ago. They had planned to stay two months which turned into four. We planned to
leave them in their long-term storage pods until the end of March. Their next
visit would be much longer. Maybe it wasn't being very nice to Zatanna, but we
didn't want them to think they had the timing for their dimensional travel under
control yet. Even so, I was definitely going to let them bring a visitor with
them soon, since I had worked out a great reason to bring in Barbara Gordon (aka
the first Batgirl). (It was a really simple, staring-you-in-the-face plotline
that I had finally thought of last year.)
Having the two of them temporarily out of the way made it a little easier
to bring in our next set of new characters. Well, not 'easier'... more along
the lines of 'less crowded'. Plus I needed them to be gone for a small upcoming
'story' point.
The next additions to the household were almost ready to go. We'd even
had to build new pods in the basement to accommodate them. We now had four,
since Alpha wanted to always have a pod at the house available for healing
purposes, just in case. We had also built additional long-term storage pods to
bring us up to six total. These other pods were basically half-size underground
tubes designed to act as pseudo-wombs for my artificial women.
So, knowing that I might not spend a full day at work again for the rest
of the week, I did my best to get ahead on as much as possible. I fielded a lot
of questions about what testing an Alphadroid at home would actually entail. I
spent time talking with five of our researchers, discussing their projects and
asking leading questions (as provided by Alpha) to help their research along.
And I cleared out my inboxes, both physical and electronic.
That evening after dinner, I spend some time down in the basement, looking
over the as yet unborn 19-year-old bodies of Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup,
also known as The Powerpuff Girls. (Don't call them the 'Powderpuff' girls.
That annoys them.)
The Powerpuff Girls from the cartoons are very young girls. They are not
even remotely physically sexually attractive to me, not even if I was a
pedophile. Their eyes are hugely exaggerated, even beyond the standards of
anime. They have no noses or ears. Their arms end in rounded stubs without
even the visual implication of hands or fingers. And their heads are as large
or larger than their bodies.
If I just wanted someone physically attractive from the cartoon, I'd go
with Sara Bellum, the Mayor's secretary (and brains). And she was an actual
temptation. She's a very intelligent, patient and helpful character who is
theoretically very attractive. (Her face is never seen, except for a very brief
half-face shot in the anniversary/reunion episode after the series ended.)
I wanted to add the girls to the household because I loved their
characters and contrasting personalities. They are all fun and interesting.
Physically, we do see them briefly as teenagers in a flashback episode
("City of Clipsville", an episode where maybe half of the clips were of new
material) where they sped up time to become very, very brainless teenage girls
hanging out in a mall. We completely ignored that reference when creating them.
I have no interest in generic air-headed mallrat teenage girls. Stupidity,
vapidity and brainlessness, whether real or feigned, are probably my biggest
turn-offs. Maybe I'm over-generalizing by applying those descriptions to all
teenage mallrats, but there must be a reason why the stereotype exists.
Supergirl is as close as I've ever come to that personality type, and I made
sure she was not stupid, just immature.
When we physically designed them, they were grown to look very much like
identical triplets, except for their hair and eye pigmentation. Blossom has
long red hair. Bubbles has blonde hair which would come down to just below her
shoulders except that she keeps it pulled up in pigtails. Buttercup has short
black hair which does not reach her shoulders. As for their eyes, the blue eyes
for Bubbles and green eyes for Buttercup were not a problem. Blossom's red eyes
on the other hand... they really didn't look natural in our simulations unless
we wanted to make her an albino. I eventually decided to give her eyes an amber
color.
They have identical facial features, including large but not anime-large
eyes, small noses and small mouths. They are about 5'6" tall, uniformly thin
with B-cup breasts and narrow hips. Oh, and they all have ears, fingers and
belly buttons. Given the character's backgrounds as artificially created girls,
they should not have belly buttons, so we added a memory of the Professor having
a little cosmetic surgery done so that they would fit in a little better at the
beach. We used their publicly-known artificial nature to make a couple other
changes which I'll cover later.
In the cartoons, they are super-strong, super-fast, and super-tough. They
can fly, shoot out power beams from their eyes and hands and have a variety of
other powers, such as ice breath (Blossom) and the ability to speak with animals
(Bubbles). Basically, if the story had a need for them to have a power, they
probably had it. The only "super power" that we could reproduce with complete
accuracy was Bubbles' ability to speak Spanish and Japanese. As for the rest,
well, we just went with our standard package of superpowers -- enhanced
strength, super tough skin and bones, and enhanced reflexes. Though they are as
tough as the other super women in the household, we dialed down their strength
slightly to about 3/4 that of Power Girl and Wonder Woman in order to keep their
frames less muscular. We gave them better than normal eyesight and hearing, but
not extra-advanced.
Choosing the PowerPuff Girls (PPG) as my next set of characters had a few
story challenges. (And let me point out that these are the PowerPuff Girls, not
the Japanese adaption PowerPuff Girls Z.)
One of the biggest challenges was creating a scenario that would make them
want to stay. They are very dedicated to protecting their city and know from
experience that bad things will happen if they aren't around to save it. They
are also very dedicated to their father, Professor Utonium. If we just made
them think they'd been shuffled off to a new dimension, they'd do whatever they
could to get back home as quickly as possible.
I could always have them believe that the City of Townsville had been
destroyed, but I pretty much did that with Daria and Jane and still have to
occasionally deal with the fallout from their emotionally painful memories.
Plus part of me feels guilty for killing off fictional characters.
Leaving Townsville behind was fairly easy to deal with by manipulating
their backstory. Over the years as they grew up, more heroes moved to
Townsville and more villains were permanently defeated/cured/sealed away meaning
that while the girls were honored heroes, their absence would no longer mean
that some terrible fate would befall their city.
Leaving their father behind without killing him off would require a bit
more work. We laid the groundwork by having the girls hoping to go off to
college soon. Professor Utonium expressed worries that they would not be able
to get a proper education as long as they're superheroes. The rest of that
particular plot element would need to wait for the girls to "arrive" in the real
world.
Sexually speaking, all three are still virgins, though none has an intact
hymen. They have all had boyfriends, but they've never had a successful date
due to monster attacks or supervillain fights. In frustration, they discovered
masturbation, including the more satisfying version where your sister helps out.
They aren't lesbians or even real bisexuals, but they are open to women helping
each other out.
Early the next afternoon, we started our plan. We dressed the trio in
color-coded outfits. I don't know much about women's fashions, but these were
like a cross between a mini-dress and a jumpsuit, with color-matched shoes and
white leggings. Blossom was dressed in a mostly pink outfit, Bubbles in a light
blue and Buttercup in green.
Beta and Elisa drove them out to the cabin and arranged them in a pile at
the same spot we had previously used. The cabin door was unlocked, then they
drove about half a mile and waited out of sight.
The cabin is the only structure within view, but our "Friends of Kara"
note on the door would mean nothing to them. If they didn't enter the cabin,
we'd turn them off remotely, return them to the pods briefly to wipe that memory
and try a different method.
Watching the poor quality black-and-white video feed from the cabin, I
decided we needed to upgrade the cameras there, and add a few more for that
matter. Still, the image was good enough that I could see them wake up. They
tried to fly, failed and took up a defensive stance for a minute while they were
presumably assessing their situation and talking. They tried running and
jumping, only to find that their super-speed and enormous strength were also
gone.
I tended to feel mildly bad for putting my women through moments like
these. Imagine waking up and finding yourself in an unknown location without
your powers, no one in sight and no resources at hand. I think Buttercup was
the one I saw react by punching a nearby tree. I wondered if she was surprised
she didn't demolish it.
After a minute, they walked cautiously to the cabin. When they got to
within a few feet away, I called the cabin's phone and let it ring. It has no
answering machine or voice mail service, so it just kept ringing.
On the fifth ring, they cautiously entered the cabin. (In their cartoon
they probably would have just flown through the door, destroying it in the
process.) I had no camera inside the cabin, so I blindly waited another three
rings until it was answered.
"Hello?"
"Welcome, dimensional travelers. Are you in need of assistance?"
"Maybe. Where are we?"
"You're on Earth, though I have no idea which Earth it would be in your
dimensional nomenclature. I can give a general description if you'd like, but
without knowing what world you're coming from, it's hard for me to know what you
would want to know."
"How do you know we're dimensional travelers?"
"I have a security camera at the cabin pointed towards that part of the
woods. That particular spot is a common arrival point for some friends of mine
from what I call the DC Universe."
I heard voices in the background. One was asking what I was saying, while
the other was saying that I should be asked about their powers. After a muffled
discussion, the first voice, Blossom I guessed, came back on the line.
"Do you know what happened to our super powers?"
"The physical laws of this universe don't allow most super powers to work.
My DC friends are the same way. They can't fly while they're here, they're not
as strong as normal and a lot of their unique powers don't work. Magic
especially has problems in this world."
She relayed this to the others.
"Do you know how we can get back home?"
"No, or at least I don't know of a quick and easy way. To really answer
that question will require a long conversation best held face-to-face. Would
you like me to come pick you up? I have a big house and can put you up for the
night or longer if you want. I actually host a number of dimensional travelers
at my place, and a few more would not be any trouble."
I heard a discussion in the background. Their initial reaction was 'no',
but they quickly realized how limited their options were since they had no
powers, food, money or shelter.
"Okay, thank you."
"Good. By the way, my name is Frank."
"I'm Blossom. My sisters are here too. They're Buttercup and Bubbles."
I paused then said, "All right. I'm at least an hour from the cabin, and
I'll bring along a couple of my other guests for you to meet. If you're hungry,
there are some snacks in the cabinets. Feel free to make yourselves at home."
I hung up and rubbed my hands together like a greedy miser about to
collect rent.
"Alpha, is the edited video ready?"
"Yes."
"Excellent."
I picked up the phone and called Kara, Anna Marie, Eiko and Linda into my
office. Linda had gotten bored staying at the house every day doing nothing, so
she was now trying to help out at work. She wasn't a researcher, so she was
training to be an assistant to everyone else. She was going to be our
backup/assistant for many of the non-research jobs here at AARD, such as
receptionist, HR, security and shipping/receiving.
Everyone was there within a couple minutes, and I showed them the video.
"I am about to leave for the cabin to go pick them up. I want to take two
of you with me to talk with our new visitors and maybe help them adjust to the
situation, because I think they're stranded superheroes without a way home."
All four of them immediately volunteered.
"There won't be enough room if everyone comes. Since I think they're
probably superheroes too, how about if I take Anna Marie and then either Kara or
Linda. That way we have representatives from two different superhero worlds."
"I'll go," said Kara with definite certitude.
"How about Rock, Paper Scissors?" countered Linda.
Linda chose Paper. Predictably, Kara chose Rock.
I explained that I thought these were the Powerpuff Girls, and we swung by
the house to pick up the PPG DVD collection so that Anna and Linda could watch a
couple episodes on the way out to the cabin.
When we pulled up to the cabin about an hour and fifteen minutes later,
the Powerpuffs came out to meet us. The funny thing is that they pretty much
posed for us. Buttercup had her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Blossom
watched us defiantly with hands on her hips. Bubbles looked on curiously, one
finger held to her chin.
I parked and got out, waving and calling out, "Hi!"
She spoke quietly, but I heard Bubbles remark, "Ooo, he's cute!"
I suppressed a grin as we walked up to them. I turned in a circle with my
arms outstretched, saying, "Welcome to my Earth!"
Moving up to conversational distance, I said, "Well, when I say 'my
earth', I don't mean to imply ownership. It's just that in present company, I'm
the only actual native to this world. Hi, I'm Frank. This is Anna Marie and
Linda, also known as Rogue of the X-Men and Supergirl of the... Superman clan?
Krypton survivors?"
At the mention of Supergirl, the trio lit up, with even Buttercup showing
admiration.
"Supergirl? Really?"
"I've been reading your comics since we were created!"
"Did you really beat Darkseid one-on-one?"
"How did you beat Brainiac when he..."
They swarmed her, and she was obviously loving the attention. This was
actually in accordance with the source material. In one episode ("Equal
Fights"), the Powerpuffs reference Supergirl, Batgirl and Wonder Woman when
asked to name female superheroes, plus their comic was published by DC Comics.
So we gave the Powerpuffs memories of DC comics.
Anna and I stood back for a moment.
"Feel the love," she muttered.
"Don't worry about it," I reassured her. "If my guess is right, they're
simply familiar with the DC universe but not Marvel. They probably have the
same DC comics that we have here. You're at the top of the Marvel pecking order
as far as I'm concerned." I squeezed her shoulders with a sideways hug.
"Thanks, sugah."
I cleared my throat loudly to get their attention. "Ladies, you can
pepper Linda with questions later. How about we finish our introductions and
start the drive home?"
"Oh, right. That was rude of us," apologized Blossom. "I'm Blossom.
This is Bubbles and Buttercup." She gestured with her hands.
With their hands on their hips and chests thrust out, all three together
said, "We're the Powerpuff Girls!"
"It's a pleasure to meet you," I said, moving to each of them to shake
their hands. Their implants were working well, and I noticed a small shiver
when I touched their hands. Bubbles even giggled.
"Apparently you're familiar with Supergirl, but Rogue here is a top member
of her superhero team from her universe. Sorry, I mean Anna Marie. We don't
use codenames much here."
"Why not?" asked Buttercup.
"There are no superpowers in this universe. No superpowers means no
supervillains and no..."
"No superheroes," Blossom finished. "Does that mean that Supergirl and
Rogue don't have their powers either?"
"Nope," replied Anna. "Well, we're still stronger than normal. And
tougher. But my mutant powers don't work while I'm here, thank goodness."
"That's sad," said Bubbles.
"How did you get here?" asked Buttercup.
I eventually convinced them to have the long conversations in the car, so
we piled in and drove home. On the drive home, we told the story of Kara and
myself -- yes, they idolized Power Girl too, but Supergirl was top dog in their
book... until they found out that Wonder Woman was a regular visitor too -- and
how they were trapped here except that Zatanna could use magic in her world to
automatically return them home after a certain amount of time. We explained
about the time difference between universes, about why Rogue was happy to be
without her mutant powers, and where we lived. I explained that the only way we
might be able to get them home was to wait for Zatanna to come back, then go
back to her universe where she might have the power to pull them out of my world
and send them home.
"Don't you have any inventors here that can build things that could send
us home?" complained Buttercup.
"I am an inventor, and I have the most powerful computer in the world to
help, but the same physical laws that keep your powers from working also prevent
super-powered inventions like that from working. Sorry."
Blossom calmly and quietly confirmed all of this. "So basically, what
you're telling me is that we're stuck here until someone from another universe
can send us home? And that's probably going to take months at the minimum?"
"Correct."
"This world doesn't need superheroes. And the Professor is stuck back in
Townsville..."
Bubbles sniffled. "And we don't even have a home."
"Don't be a crybaby," Buttercup admonished.
"It will be okay," I reassured them. "Maybe I can't get you home, but
while you're here, I can give you support and shelter. I have a very large
house and don't have to worry much about money. As long as you want to, you can
stay with me."
"Thank you," said Blossom, "but we can't take charity."
"Then you can help out at my company. Or maybe go to college and work for
me part-time."
"We can't afford college. And what kind of job could we get?" countered
Buttercup. "All we know how to do is be superheroes."
"I can afford college for everyone. That is not a problem. And as for
jobs, if nothing else, we can put you in security or put you to work in the
warehouse. If you want training for other positions, we can do that too. For
now... look, this isn't something you have to decide right now. You've had an
awful lot thrown at you very quickly. Don't make any major decisions
immediately. No one's lives are at risk. You have all the time you need."
"Thank you, Mr..."
"____. Frank _____. But just call me Frank, please."
"Thank you, Frank."
"Certainly, Miss Blossom. Now we have one more really weird topic to
cover. Remember how we told you how we have comic books about Rogue and
Supergirl and Wonder Woman in this world?"
"Do you mean we have our own comic book in your world?" asked Bubbles
excitedly.
"Not quite. Well actually, yes, I think there was, but only as a side
product to your cartoon."
"We have our own cartoon?!?" Bubbles was practically bouncing up and
down.
"Anna, if you'd do the honors."
She reached up and pressed play on the SUV's built-in TV/DVD player.
We arrived home only ten minutes later, so they didn't have long to watch,
but it was long enough for Bubbles to become entranced and Buttercup to become
angry.
"I can't believe we have our own cartoon, and it's only about the stuff we
did when we were babies!"
"I think it's adorable," said Bubbles in a voice pitched as if squealing
over babies.
"So everyone in this world just thinks we're cartoon characters?" asked
Blossom. "Cartoon characters without fingers even?"
"Yes, and without your powers to back up the claim, I'd strongly recommend
letting the world continue to believe exactly that."
"You don't think the public would accept us as who we are?"
"I think you'd be either laughed at or locked up in an insane asylum. Now
let me welcome you to Casa de Frank."
"Wow. Big house," said Buttercup impressed.
Most of the household was home at this point, with Kara leading the pack
of the curious. Only Daria and Jane were missing, since they had classes most
of the afternoon today. (This was intentionally timed on my part.) Fortunately
Kasumi's classes today were morning only, so she was available to add a third
bed to the largest remaining third floor bedroom. (Well, to arrange for Kara
and Eiko to do it.)
The Powerpuffs finally got around to telling the story of their arrival,
which involved all three of them trying to tell the story their own way. For
the sake of simplicity and clarity, let me summarize:
They had completed a patrol of Townsville that afternoon to find things
calm and happy. With nothing to fight they returned home early and found Mojo
Jojo, a villainous super-smart talking chimpanzee waiting for them. In their
absence he had taken over their house, tied up the Professor and was apparently
building something when they interrupted him by arriving home early. A quick
battle ensued involving ray guns and a mechanized suit, but Mojo was defeated.
When he was being hauled off by the police, he pulled out a remote and pressed a
button, declaring that he had just armed a bomb in their bedroom. They
immediately flew to their bedroom but lost consciousness upon passing through
their door. They woke up in our world and eventually decided they had walked
into a trap set by the evil monkey.
Everyone present accepted the girls' story without objection. Of course
the superheroes had no problem believing their story. Such things were
commonplace to them. My cyborgs and Eiko all knew the truth. Kasumi had never
really expressed an opinion on the possible existence of superheroes in other
universes, but her memories included magically powered martial artists, ancient
artifacts of power, ghosts and demons. Rei likewise had never expressed an
opinion, but she rarely did so about anything. Rei tended to accept things as
they were presented to her.
Out of all of my household, Daria and possibly Jane were the only ones who
might be unable to accept cartoon characters coming to life. (Bask in that
little bit of irony if you will.) In the hopes that I could convince the
Powerpuffs to keep their identities secret, I tried to explain this to the
girls, finally resorting to an analogy.
"For example, imagine you are from a world with all the colors of the
rainbow, and you visit a world where everything is black and white. No colors
at all. And while you're there, you're black and white too. So do you think
the people of that world would believe you if you told them about colors? Or
would they think you were crazy or liars instead?"
"I see what you mean," admitted Blossom, "but we can't lie about it."
"Then don't. No one is going to ask you if you usually have super powers
or if you're super heroes, so just don't raise the subject. If someone comments
on your names, just say that you're fans of the cartoon. That's all."
"Well..."
"Please," I said, taking her hand. If I could convince Blossom, the other
two would follow. Looking into her eyes, I pleaded, "It would really help keep
things peaceful and civil."
Kara backed me up. "Trust me. Daria really has trouble believing things
like this. We've gotten to where we just don't discuss it with her, and she
leaves the subject alone. Jane... well, I don't think Jane believes us either,
but mostly she just doesn't care."
"So why should we care if Daria believes us or not?" asked Buttercup
resentfully.
"Because she's my friend and I'd rather not tempt her to move out because
she thinks the house is full of crazy people who believe in colors... I mean,
super heroes. And that's not even addressing possible problems with members of
the public."
I'm sure part of the reason they agreed was because I was asking. They
tended to have a very strong sense of self and refused to hide what they were.
Fortunately they also understood practicality and were coming to understand the
reality of their situation. Plus they tended to look at me with dilated pupils
and mouths open.
When Daria and Jane got home around five, the Powerpuffs were wearing
borrowed jeans and t-shirts and were introduced as friends of Kara, Diana and
Linda who were staying here for a little while. Daria carefully avoided asking
any questions related to comics or super powers.
I was wearing Daria down, bit by bit. A couple months before the
Powerpuffs' arrival, I had loaned her a copy of Brian Greene's book, The Hidden
Reality. He's a physicist who writes books for non-physicists. The Hidden
Reality covers topics like what an infinite universe would actually mean and how
different theories allow for or even require multiple universes. It's all
serious science. While he doesn't cover the topic of cartoon and comic book
female superheroes hopping dimensions to visit my house, the implication was
clear for Daria.
That evening the superhero contingent went off to talk in private,
discussing their exploits and this world and our household with the newcomers.
Although curious, I never took the time to actually listen to Alpha's recording
of that conversation, though I did occasionally hear laughter and giggles from
their direction when it was happening live, so to speak.
As for me, my scheduled lover for evening was Eiko. On her scheduled
nights with me, Eiko tended to invite company to join us about half the time,
mainly just the cyborgs, Daria or Jane. She and Daria had become friends over
time, though Daria's lack of interest in most social activities made it mostly a
conversational friendship. She was friends with Jane as well, but to a lesser
extent. Oddly enough, even though she was closer to Daria, Jane was the only
person she had slept with when I wasn't involved.
About nine o'clock, Eiko and Daria hunted me down and took me upstairs.
As we were walking upstairs to my room, Daria nonchalantly asked, "So, do
you think Linda's new friends will be staying long?"
"I don't know. They may leave tomorrow or they may end up going to
college here, in which case they might be moving in for a few years."
"Your house is way too big. It makes you think you need to fill it up,"
she commented.
"On the contrary, I built it expecting it to slowly fill up. I don't like
living alone."
That drew a short bark of laughter from Daria. "No chance of that. You
collect stray women like they were baseball cards."
"Hey now, in the past three years, we've only averaged about one newcomer
to the household each year."
She paused to think it over. "One and a third each year."
She was correct. Three years ago, Elisa and Jasmine had been born but
hadn't moved into the house until the next year. Two years ago, Dorothy had
moved in but Daria wouldn't think to include her. (Heck, Dorothy was just
background color nowadays and certainly never put herself on the bedtime
schedule.) And last year we added Eiko and Linda.
On the other hand, four to five years ago we added a total of nine people,
including Daria herself. That had been an exciting and fast-paced couple of
years for the household. Now a lot of the 'exciting and fast-paced' stuff was
focused on AARD.
"I was rounding down," I explained. I tried to move the conversation on
to more immediate topics. "I would like to try something a bit different
tonight. I want us all to try to focus on our activities with senses other than
sight."
I closed the bedroom door behind us and produced three blindfolds. Well,
more sleeping masks than blindfolds, but the purpose was the same.
"All the better not to see you with, my dear," said Daria with an accusing
monotone.
I knew her well enough to understand her insecurity-driven meaning. She
still viewed herself as an ugly duckling in a house full of womanly swans.
Okay, I can understand how living in the same house as comic book fantasy women
could attack the confidence of a young woman who grew up knowing that at her
very best, she could only look average. Unlike her remembered years of high
school, she could now look very attractive with only a little effort.
"Daria, you are beautiful, and I'm not going to have this discussion again
tonight."
"Yes, Daria," said Eiko moving to embrace Daria from behind. "We've
talked about this before too. Both your body and brain are beautiful."
Daria suddenly laughed and tried to squirm away as Eiko licked the inside
of her ear, apparently trying to make out with her brain. It was an odd but
welcome sound from a woman who almost never laughs. I made a mental note to
compliment Eiko on her actions.
"I want tonight to be an exercise in experiencing your lovers in ways you
normally don't. Now strip down to your undies first. I don't want to roll over
in bed on top of someone's belt buckle because we didn't notice it blindfolded."
We stripped, I put my earbud in its charger, handed out the blindfolds and
turned off the lights. I noted the locations of the ladies in the room and
slipped my blindfold on.
Arms out and working my way towards them, I heard a muffled snort of
laughter.
"Hey now, blindfolds on, young ladies."
"Come here, Eiko," said Daria. "If he can find us, then he can put our
blindfolds on." Her voice definitely came from a different spot in the room
than I remembered.
I paused. I could always remove my blindfold until the others had
complied or directly order Eiko to put on her blindfold, but a little blind-
man's bluff might be fun.
As long as I remained motionless, I could hear them. I was pretty sure
they were together, but when I started moving, so did they. Neither Daria nor
Eiko were the giggling, playful type, but all the same I was pretty sure that
they were having fun. Finally I stumbled across a corner of my bed. Feeling
around for a minute to determine my location, I made a mental map of the room.
Listening, I was able to hear them off on the other side of the bed.
I rounded the bed slowly. When they started moving to go past me, I
jumped out a bit, arms wide to catch them. They backed up until I had them
cornered with the wall on two sides and the bed on the other. Hearing a
telltale rustle of sheets, I launched myself onto my bed and was able to catch a
feminine ankle.
"Consider yourself caught," I crowed with triumph. "Now put on your
blindfold and let's capture whoever is left."
"Yes, sir," replied Eiko, my captive.
I leaned down and kissed the captured foot. Hearing some rustling, I
asked, "Blindfold on?"
"Yes."
"Good. Hand in hand now, we're going to spread out our arms, track Daria
down and capture her. After we get off the bed."
We stood up with linked hands and waited quietly long enough to listen for
Daria's breathing. It took a couple minutes, but we eventually chased her back
onto the bed where Eiko was able to catch her wrist.
"All right, Daria. You have been captured. Submit to the blindfold."
"Okay, it's on."
"Daria," I said with a warning tone. "I'm trusting your honesty on this.
Is your blindfold on?" Daria is not what I would call an innately truthful
person (though I would consider her to be innately honest, if you can see the
difference).
She sighed and I felt her move. "Fine, now it's on."
"Excellent," I said as I pulled her to me.
Making love while blindfolded was an interesting experience. There is
some confusion and clumsiness, especially early on. Even relatively simple
tasks, like removing panties or bras, have to be done carefully for fear that
you might ram an elbow or knee into someone else nearby. Kissing has to
approached slowly for fear of concussions. You start to rely more on your sense
of touch than anything else.
We slowly found ways to make it all more erotic and interesting than
clumsy. Daria and I worked together to strip Eiko, making what was clumsy with
Daria and myself into erotic foreplay with Eiko. Instead of grasping for
Daria's head to initiate a kiss, I started with whatever body part I was
touching, for example her knee, and worked my way up her leg, belly, breasts and
neck to reach her lips.
Blind sex also slowed us down. We took our time, both being more careful
of each other and as a result, enjoying ourselves more than usual. Daria and
Eiko are both very multi-orgasmic during vaginal sex, so that night's romp was
very enthusiastically received by all parties.
Once we got down to business, I started out by focusing on Eiko. We
arranged ourselves in the classic missionary position, with Daria lying
alongside Eiko, kissing her and playing with her breasts while I fucked her.
After... y'know it seemed a lot harder to estimate time while
blindfolded... after what seemed like ten minutes and probably three or four
orgasms from Eiko, I moved over to Daria. She wrapped her lower body around my
hips as I pumped into her, with Eiko slowly sucking on her breasts for what
seemed like another ten minutes and four or five orgasms.
I moved Daria on top of Eiko and started fucking again, swapping between
cunts every minute or so. Though I couldn't see it at the time, the ladies were
embracing and licking and making out intensely as I worked. I came inside Eiko
but only paused for a minute before continuing. Normally I would be swapping
positions around at this point, but the blind mechanics of it seemed a bit more
of an interruption than I wanted. The women didn't seem to object, so we just
kept at it.
I'm not really sure, but it felt like we fucked for at least another
thirty minutes before I came a second time. I have no clue how many times Daria
and Eiko came, but when we finished, we all just rolled side-by-side and lay
panting on the bed.
I might have let it go at that for the night, but a couple minutes later I
felt a mouth on my cock, cleaning me up and drawing me to hardness again. This
time I was a passive receiver of a fuck. While Eiko rode my erection, Daria
kissed me and caressed my chest. After a few minutes, Eiko dismounted and let
Daria ride me to orgasm a few times. They swapped back and forth a couple times
until they became too tired to bounce. Eiko summoned enough energy to finish me
off with a deep throat, which was a nice finish to the evening.
We finally took off our blindfolds, found a less sweaty area of the bed,
and lay back, waiting for sleep to come.
"I have to admit," said Daria quietly, "that was more intense than usual."
"Although I don't have your experience, meaning either of you, that really
was a lot of fun," added Eiko.
"Ditto," I added. "Not sure I'd want to do that very often, but I'd be up
for that every once in a while. For now... good night, my lovelies."
That night around 2 am, we returned the Powerpuffs to the pods in order to
add a memory. Well, when I say 'we' I mean Beta, Gamma and Delta. And when I
say 'memory' I mean 'dream.'
The shared dream sequence we designed was going to be a very vivid and
memorable experience for all of them.
They dreamed they were back home in their living room with Professor
Utonium, who was wearing a very strange piece of metal headgear.
"Girls! Is that really you? Are you all right?"
"Professor!" they cried in unison and swarmed him for a group hug.
"Professor, what happened?" asked Blossom.
"Yeah, we went in through our door and suddenly we were in another
universe!" exclaimed Buttercup.
"And we don't know how to get home!" wailed Bubbles, who paused her wails
long enough to add, "but there is a really cute guy here who took us in."
"Girls, it was Mojo Jojo. Since he's never been able to defeat you, he
built a dimensional transporter into your bedroom door. It sent you off to some
random dimension, then blew itself up. I don't know how I'm going to get you
home. I adapted the dream helmet you took from... HIM... so that I could
communicate with you in your dreams. It's taking a lot of power to run, so I
don't know how long it will last. Why don't you tell me about this new
dimension you're in?"
Over the next ten minutes, they told him everything about their current
situation. He stroked his chin and looked very thoughtful.
"Girls, hear me out for a minute. It may be a long time before I can
figure out a way to bring you home, but your situation may be a blessing in
disguise. As we discussed a few times, sending you to college in our world
won't work very well because your careers as superheroes will just keep getting
in the way, but if you have the opportunity to go to college somewhere where
there are no superheroes or monsters or superpowers, then you can get a proper
education without all those interruptions. Now this Frank fellow..."
"Professor," admonished Blossom, "we can't take his money like that."
"Well, maybe I can figure out some way to pay him back. Or you said he
was willing to give you jobs?"
"Yeah, he owns some kind of company that invents stuff," said Buttercup.
"Well there we go! I'll figure out some way to send him some of my ideas
for inventions, and he'll pay for you to go to college."
"But Professor, that would take years. We don't want to be away from you
for that long," sniffled Bubbles.
"No visits home or anything."
"Maybe I can come up with a transporter that works between dimensions or
maybe you can work something out with that magic lady that you told me about.
The point is that this sounds like the perfect opportunity for all of you to get
a good education."
They had some additional discussions, but that was the upshot of their
conversation. The Professor's dream machine started running out of power and he
promised to contact them again via the dream machine as soon as he could, but
that it might take a few weeks to build up enough energy to use again.
From their perspective, they all woke up simultaneously at 4:12 am from
their shared dream experience. Alpha recorded their conversation and played it
back for me, but there wasn't anything surprising about it. They confirmed that
they all had the same dream and agreed that it really was the Professor talking
to them. Though reluctant, they agreed to abide by his wishes.
The next morning (before I listened to that nighttime conversation), they
approached me and told me how their father had contacted them via a dream
machine. In accordance with his wishes, they would like to go to college in
this world if I could arrange it. He would pay me back by passing along
invention ideas, but in the meantime, they would be willing to go to work to
earn their keep.
I spent a couple hours with them going over their options. We took photos
for their IDs and went over name possibilities. I explained that the official
names on their fake IDs should be more normal to avoid raising suspicion.
Blossom became Belle Underton. Bubbles became Britney Underton. And Buttercup
became Bobbi Underton. Their nicknames would stay the same, and they could even
explain that the nicknames were chosen because they were fans of the old cartoon
series.
I enlisted Anna Marie for a discussion on how to handle questions from the
uninitiated. With the white streak in her hair, she regularly drew curious
looks from strangers and occasional questions from children. [For example:
"Are you Rogue?" "Yes, I am. Or at least I dressed up like Rogue last weekend
for a party. Do you like my hair?" Or "I have her name, why not have her hair
too?"] If the Powerpuffs kept their names as nicknames, they too might raise a
few questions, but as Anna Marie had discovered, no adults had ever even
considered the possibility that she was the real Rogue, so they should likewise
be safe from discovery. At worst, people might think the girls took cartoons
much too seriously.
I also confirmed that they needed driving lessons. Like many flying
superheroes, they never had a need to learn to drive cars. (Kara and Anna Marie
were the only women we had created with that skill already included. Kara
because she remembered living in my world for months at a time. Anna Marie
because her backstory included driving around like a normal person on occasion.)
As our best driver, Rei was enlisted to help out there.
Two side notes: It took half an hour to convince Blossom to accept the
idea of using a fake ID. She understood the need for it, but its illegality was
a major stumbling block. I had to enlist Supergirl and Power Girl to convince
her that it was acceptable, a minor necessary crime given their situation.
Second, the idea of getting a fake ID noticeably excited Buttercup, who
was commonly excited by 'bad boys' in the cartoons despite being pretty law-
abiding herself.
They had their choice of a couple nearby colleges, but I had previous
experience dealing with TCU and recommended that they look at it first.
Regardless of what they chose, they would need to wait for Fall to enroll. As
for working at AARD, I'd give them a tour and we'd see where they might fit
initially.
Throughout this entire process, I made as much eye contact as possible and
touched them as often as possible. Before we took the ID photos, I even spent a
few minutes brushing their hair out. None of them objected to my touch in the
slightest, and I was pleased to note some heavy breathing by the time we
finished. (Buttercup was even sweating a bit when I finished with her hair.)
About 10am, the girls dressed in their borrowed outfits, and we went
shopping. I did my old trick of asking them to model the clothes I was buying,
and it worked especially well this time. When we got to Victoria's Secret for
sleepwear and underwear, they started competing to see who would model the most
daring and revealing outfits for me. I think Bubbles won when she came out in a
matching blue bra/panties set that was very sheer, very lacy and very, very
small. Even in the dim fluorescent lighting of the store, her nipples and
vaginal swelling were very easily seen, and she was obviously very aroused.
I was getting used to occasionally spending a lot of money on women's
clothes, but that day was the biggest single-day clothing bill I had experienced
so far at almost $31,000 total. (I even got a call from the credit card company
to ensure my wallet hadn't been stolen.) I could have gotten away with just
spending $500 or $1000 per woman at a low-end department store, but buying them
nice starting wardrobes was part of the seduction routine by now.
Mid-afternoon we went by AARD, and I had fun taking them on a tour of the
facility. They were actually qualified to be lab assistants, given their
"experiences" helping out their father with his work over the years. (Alpha had
given them much more realistic lab memories than the generic chemistry setup
usually seen in the cartoons.) Though they were impressed by the size of the
company and number of labs, they weren't very impressed by the actual projects.
Mojo Jojo and their own cartoon father had created much more impressive
inventions than we. They were able to demonstrate basic knowledge and
competence with some of the lab equipment, so they knew I was willing to hire
them as assistants.
That evening, they spent a lot more time socializing with the other women,
as opposed to the previous night of fan-girl questions and stories. Before
going to bed, they spent some time putting away their new wardrobes and talking.
Alpha recorded this part of their conversation for me.
"Oh, that's such a cute outfit. I really should have picked one out for
me in blue. (pause) So, have you talked with the others about Frank?" asked
Bubbles.
"A bit. He's been really helpful and nice to all the others, not just
us."
"That's not what I meant, Blossom."
"Yeah, she meant that he's sleeping with every woman in the house. Except
us," corrected Buttercup.
"That's not fair," complained Bubbles.
"What, you think he should just pick one woman? That's certainly more
traditional, but not every person, guy or girl, settles for just one, you know."
"Blossom, I think what she meant was that she wants to sleep with him too.
Look, she's blushing!"
"I am not!"
"Yes, you are!"
"Stop it! Well, so what if I am. And maybe I just happen to think that
he might have the experience to make a girl feel really good in bed."
Blossom considered this. "You have a point. More specifically, he has
experience sleeping with super-powered women. Do you think... does he do it
with more than one at a time?"
"Definitely," Buttercup confirmed. "Daria and Jane definitely sleep
together with him. Probably some of the others too, but I'm not sure."
"I suppose we could quietly ask around," suggested Blossom. "I kinda get
the impression that maybe Power Girl's in charge, so maybe we could ask her?"
"Yeah, Power Girl is awesome. She's gotta be the strongest one here,"
enthused Buttercup.
"She sure has the biggest boobies I've seen in a long time," giggled
Bubbles.
"Bubbles, stop feeling yourself up," ordered Blossom.
"Yeah, if you're that horny, I'll finger you once we get all this stuff
put away," offered Buttercup.
"I wasn't feeling myself up. I was just imagining what it would be like
to have breasts that big."
"I imagine it'd be something like this," said Buttercup. She mimed having
huge breasts, whirled her arms around, then toppled over face-first.
The girls laughed.
"Yeah," agreed Blossom giggling. "That's why Power Girl's so strong. She
has to be able to walk around holding those things up."
"Do you think Wonder Woman's breasts are that big?" mused Buttercup from
the floor.
"I am so excited that we're going to get to meet her!" said Blossom.
"Yeah, do you think she sleeps with Frank too?" asked Bubbles.
"Man, Frank's gotta be the luckiest guy in the world," commented
Buttercup. Actually, I couldn't disagree with the sentiment myself.
"Or the best lover in the world," sighed Bubbles.
"I wonder if maybe it's just karma." The others looked at Blossom
quizzically, so she explained. "Look, he takes in people who don't have
anywhere else to go. Provides shelter, feeds them and like that. He runs a
company that gives away some inventions or makes sure they don't cost too much.
As soon as we showed up, he was ready to give us a place to live, jobs and pay
for our college educations. A guy that does all that... maybe the universe just
has to pay him back for being so nice."
"And he bought us lots of really pretty clothes," said Bubbles happily.
"And he's not afraid to break the rules," said Buttercup with a rough,
hungry voice. "How sweet are those fake IDs he made for us!"
"Fake identities are just an unfortunate necessity of our situation,"
explained Blossom uncomfortably.
Bubbles was a little lost in her own thoughts and said, "Maybe we could
actually all sleep with him together."
"Bubbles!" admonished Blossom.
"Yeah, that could be neat," said Buttercup enthusiastically.
"Buttercup! Even if he might be interested, we shouldn't try to...
approach him..."
"Seduce him," interjected Bubbles.
"...until we know we're not going to upset anyone else," finished Blossom.
"You want him too," accused Buttercup.
"Well, yes... but I'm not going to pursue him until I know that he's not
already taken."
Buttercup, still on the floor from her Power Girl breast joke, rolled over
until she could see up Blossom's dress. "Aw, little Blossom's gotten herself
all horny talking about sexy karma men. Here, let me help you with that."
She reached up under Blossom's dress, causing Blossom to jump back onto
one of the beds. Bubbles tackled Blossom from behind and held her while
Buttercup climbed up on the bed, put her hand back under Blossom's dress and
started fingering her. Blossom resisted for a moment, then collapsed and was
coming in less than a minute.
"Thanks, girls. I guess I really needed that."
"No sweat."
"Yeah, that's what sisters are for," agreed Bubbles. "Now com'ere
Buttercup. I bet you need to get off as much as I do."
"Sounds good," said Buttercup, who had been wiping off her fingers with
tissues.
They pulled up their dresses and sat side-by-side with legs spread, eyes
closed, their hands inside their sister's panties. As with Blossom, they only
took a minute or so to bring each other off.
The next morning, they cornered Kara and asked straight out about my
availability. Well, Blossom hemmed and hawed until Buttercup asked straight
out. Kara muttered something about "every single woman" and "should just make a
video to cover this" and proceeded to explain to them about the ladies'
household calendar.
Basically I let the women decide who accompanies me to bed on any given
night, though I reserve the right to override the calendar any time I want to.
Whoever is on the calendar for that night can decide if they want to invite
anyone else. If someone wants a full date night, that has to be okayed with me
in advance. I get one day scheduled each week with no sex so I can recover my
stamina, usually but not always on Monday. The ladies of the household are
generally nicely accommodating when it comes to swapping nights or making room
for newcomers. There are very few official rules, but no one gets to sign up
for more than one night a week and Jane is the keeper of the calendar. Oh, and
unless it's a reservation for a specific event, Jane tends to "lose track" of
reservations made more than a month in advance.
With sixteen women now in the household, currently reduced to fourteen
until Diana and Zatanna return, they could reasonably expect one night every two
to three weeks. Left unspoken was the idea that if they each invited their
sisters to accompany them, they could probably get at least one night every
week.
Oh, and officially I don't know anything about the calendar, but it's an
open secret that if I do know probably about the calendar, I never sneak looks
at it.
None of this addressed daytime fucks. If they could seduce me at work or
attract my attention in the morning or afternoon, none of these rules or
limitations affected any of that.
And that was all of the conversation that Alpha played back for me. Of
course I could order her to play it all for me, but she knows that I like to be
surprised about these things. At the same time, I was enjoying tracking the
Powerpuffs' progress in their pursuit of me.
That afternoon while I introduced them to our researchers at work as
possible lab assistants, they started actively flirting with me though not while
we were around other people for which I was thankful.
Bubbles was the most obvious flirt, adjusting her neckline lower when she
thought I wasn't watching, touching my shoulder and arm to look at whatever I
was showing them and moving in very close to whisper jokes about her sisters
into my ears. She was also careful to thank me multiple times for her new
clothes and offered to model everything for me again whenever I wanted,
including her lingerie. I thought she was going a bit too far when she pulled
her dress down far enough to show me which bra she was wearing. Fortunately
Blossom upbraided her before I had to lecture her about office decorum.
Buttercup, being much more of a tomboy than the others, was a bit clumsy
with her attempts. She sometimes seemed to resent the fact that she was
attracted to me, but was not going to lose me in some competition with her
sisters. She asked about what sports I liked to watch and/or play. I explained
that I usually didn't have enough free time to watch or play regularly, but I
gave her a brief rundown of sports teams in Texas. As for playing sports, I
have a pool, a nice volleyball set for the back yard, and an exercise room at
home with lots of equipment. She made me promise to show her the equipment, and
swatted me on the butt when I agreed. Actually, it wasn't so much a swat as a
combination swat/cop-a-feel.
Blossom was more experienced with boys than Buttercup but not as flirty as
Bubbles. She came after me through my work, complimenting my business acumen
and philanthropy. She asked a number of work-related questions and suggested
other equipment we might be able to use. (That much of the equipment she
suggested didn't exist in the real world didn't detract from her helpful
attitude.) When I told her about our spinal repair technology as part of our
list of the company's most promising technology, she gave me a big hug, a hug
where she made sure to press her breasts with their very hard nipples into my
chest and arm for a full thirty seconds while her side rubbed up against my
semi-hard penis.
One thing these conversations made me realize was that we had forgotten to
give the girls a tour of the house. They probably thought that floors two and
three were all bedrooms.
FYI, the second floor has one master bedroom, two single bedrooms, three
double bedrooms, two library rooms and one exercise room (plus six bathrooms).
The third floor has four single bedrooms, four double bedrooms and my comic book
library (plus another six bathrooms). Some of the single bedrooms could be
easily changed into doubles, but that is how we were currently set up.
Correction, one third floor double bedroom had just been changed into a triple.
We were now down to two empty doubles (one each on the second and third
floors) and one empty single on the third floor. I'm not counting the currently
empty second floor bedroom normally occupied by Diana and Zatanna.
So later that afternoon when we returned home, I gave them a tour of the
premises. Blossom loved our library. Buttercup loved the exercise room.
Bubbles... well, none of the rooms on the tour specifically appealed to her, but
she did grab my collection of Powerpuff Girl comics to peruse.
We continued to work our way through the PPG DVD collection that evening,
watching another two hours of episodes. The other superheroines were fascinated
by the idea of watching the adventures of fully-grown superheroes back when they
were kindergarten students. The closest thing anyone in the household could
compare it to was Anna Marie's vague recollections of Power Pack.
That evening, Anna Marie accompanied me to bed. At her request, we had a
nice long, drawn out bubble bath fuck. We played with and aroused each other
while the dual faucets filled my jacuzzi-style bath. Once the bubbles had been
added, we slid into the water and she sat on my cock facing me. We spent nearly
an hour in the bathtub, just enjoying the sensations, playing with each other,
talking and kissing. I came after about forty minutes of slow, relaxing
fucking, topped off with five minutes of furious splashing leading up to our
climax.
She carefully washed me off, restored my erection and returned it to the
warmth of her pussy. When we were finally ready to get out, we dried off and
she carried me to bed where we curled up in a side-by-side spoon. I made love
to her from behind, cupping her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. It
was another twenty minutes before I came again. I'm not certain but Anna Marie
may have only come twice, same as me. However the climaxes weren't her aim
tonight. Her achieved goal was extended, intimate contact and slow, drawn out,
long and luxurious lovemaking.
If some readers think that this was not an ideal encounter for guys,
remember that variety is the spice of life. I had really come to appreciate the
need for a wide range of changing sexual experiences. A series of quick 'wham,
bam, thank you, mam' fucks can get repetitive and boring very quickly.
I didn't see much further development in the Powerpuff seduction
activities until that weekend. Saturday had been declared a "game day" by Anna
Marie, Kara and Rei (of all people), and they had been working on the plans for
a few weeks. It wasn't warm enough for outdoor games... well, okay, it was, but
we'd have to avoid any revealing clothing which is half the fun of outdoor
games.
So we had a variety of indoor games lined up, including poker, billiards,
darts, ping pong, Twister and various console games. We had even put together
some prize packages for different competitions such as department store gift
cards, a coupon for a free portrait painted by Jane, a coupon for a date night
with me payable on demand and even a day of slave service with the slave chosen
by lottery from the other people who played in that game's competition (Darts in
that particular case). Some of the household women can be very competitive (as
my occasional repair bills have shown over the past few years). I don't even
want to think about how bad it might have gotten if I didn't have the cyborgs
intentionally introduce random errors into their gameplay. It was like a Fair
in miniature. I found myself wishing I had thought to buy some Kewpie dolls,
but then I was only a participant, not the organizer.
I declined to play in the darts tournament, knowing that I didn't have
even a remote prayer of winning. Then I was informed by the organizers that I
was required to participate in every tournament that day. Since it was all in
fun, I gave in and tried my best. With Darts, the tournament had been
simplified to let people play their rounds whenever they were available. You
had three rounds of three dart throws each. Your best round was put up on the
board, and the highest score of the day won.
I got lucky one round and hit the triple ring for 19, giving me a total
score for that round of 88. Not bad at all, considering my lack of skill. Of
course I failed to even reach the top five, but I was still proud of myself.
Linda came in first, winning a day's slavery from Jasmine (who had come in third
herself). As a sidenote, I told Jasmine to dress up as her Disney character for
the day when she paid off that debt. Linda actually cashed in that coupon on a
day when she had reserved me for the night, meaning I got to share in Jasmine's
slavery for a few hours.
Twister was one of the more popular game choices, given its teasing nature
and sometimes erotic consequences. There was no tournament structure for it and
no official prize for winning a round, but it was generally expected that the
winner could choose one of the losers to provide some oral sex if they felt the
urge. Since everyone wanted me to play in their round of Twister, I agreed to a
schedule where I played three rounds every couple of hours, thus giving me time
to play poker and pool and such.
Late in the afternoon came the rounds of Twister where I played against
all three Powerpuffs. Normally I'm limber enough and do decently at the game.
Since I'm also over half a foot taller than the girls, I figured I'd do well
this time too. Maybe I should point out that we're a bit loose with the rules.
Four players at most instead of three. We only count a loss if someone
collapses or just can't maintain their position. Briefly removing a hand or
foot is not a loss.
It was fun, but they were obviously working together against me.
Highlights of the game included Bubbles putting her left hand on red by putting
her arm between my legs and rubbing up against my crotch. And there was the
time when Blossom crawled under me so that our faces were virtually kissing...
then before we left that position, she stole a quick kiss. And when Buttercup
did an unnecessary vertical split in front of me so that her panty-covered
crotch was less than a foot away from my face. And when Bubbles straddled my
right leg and rubbed her crotch slowly against my thigh. It wasn't really so
different from some of the other games of Twister that I've played, but it was
pretty bold for the Powerpuffs, given that none of them had slept with me yet.
Eventually Buttercup won two of the three rounds, and she came over to
whisper in my ear.
"Is it true that I can make you eat me out because I won?"
I had actually already eaten two pussies this afternoon from losing games
of Twister.
"We have no official, binding rules on the subject, but yes, it is a
tradition. And it's entirely up to you."
She blushed a little then whispered, "Meet me in the bathroom in five
minutes."
I whispered back, "I have a better idea."
I took her hand and openly led her out of the game area, hearing a few
whoops as we went.
She was still blushing, but now had a cross look on her face.
"I didn't want to make a big scene out of it."
"We didn't. The only reason any else paid attention at all was because
you were trying to be secretive about it. Now if you want to do this privately,
follow me."
Not that I gave her a choice, as I held onto her hand and pulled her
upstairs to my bedroom. I closed the door behind us, pulled her to me and gave
her a deep, passionate kiss. Then I broke off and knelt in front of the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"You won. You claimed my mouth as your reward. I am waiting at your
pleasure."
Maybe this was a bit much to put on a newbie, but I wanted to see if she
was up to the challenge.
"So that's it? I just pull my pants down, and you'll lick me out?" she
said in an uncharacteristically wavering voice.
I looked back at her and realized I had misjudged her situation. She
looked like she was ready to bolt in terror, with only her raging libido and
innate stubbornness keeping her in place. It really didn't take much thinking
at all to realize what the problem was. She may be the toughest and most
independent of the trio, but for her entire remembered life, she had relied on
her sisters. Whether she wanted them with her or not, they had always been
together. Now she was separated from her emotional supports and a strange man
was offering her oral sex, skipping all preliminaries by doing so. She was well
beyond her comfort zone, with no experience to guide her in this situation.
Though I'm sure she would deny it, she was afraid, and probably didn't even know
what precisely she was afraid of. I had misjudged the situation, but not
irreparably.
I stood up and gave her a warm smile. Holding out a hand to her, I said,
"I'm sorry. This is entirely up to you. Come here, beautiful."
She took a couple hesitant steps towards me until she was within reach of
my hand. Taking it, I led her to the bed and sat down, pulling her onto my lap.
I spent a couple minutes just kissing her and holding her there.
"Buttercup, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do. If
you'd like, we can stop now, go downstairs and tell everyone that I ate you out
or not, your choice. Or we can invite your sisters to join us, if you'd like."
She perked up a little at the suggestion, but them put a resolute and
independent scowl on her face.
"No, that's okay."
"Are they going to feel left out or be worried about you?"
"Well... they might. I suppose... I mean, as long as you're okay with
it..."
I touched a finger to my ear in a pointless gesture solely for her
benefit, bent my head slightly and said, "Would you please ask Blossom and
Bubbles to come up to my room? Thank you."
I went back to kissing Buttercup, this time focusing on her ears down to
her neck. About a minute later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I called.
Buttercup's sisters slowly entered the room.
"Is everything okay?" asked Blossom, with some caution in her voice.
"Everything's fine," Buttercup reassured her. "We just... I just
wanted..." She glanced at me helplessly.
"I suddenly realized that I had dragged Buttercup away from you rather
abruptly with less than moral intentions. To avoid causing any worry on your
part, Buttercup agreed to invite you up to witness her receiving her prize. If
you're uncomfortable, you don't have to stay."
"Are you really going to lick her out?" asked a wide-eyed Bubbles.
"That's up to Buttercup."
Looking at Buttercup, her situation had changed dramatically. Her sisters
were back in view, though she'd be unlikely to admit to being happy about their
presence. Also the oral sex was now more like a challenge or dare, and
Buttercup would never flinch from a challenge in front of her sisters.
"Of course I want you to eat me out! Uhhh... go ahead." The last bit was
said much less forcefully than the first.
I shifted her off my lap and kissed my way down her clothed torso. Her
nipples were stiff, but so was the rest of her body. She felt as rigid as a
mannequin version of herself. I knew better than to ask her if she wanted to
wait, but I needed to relax her somehow.
I pulled up her shirt slightly and licked out her belly button,
supplementing my lick with a light, tickling touch on both sides of her belly.
The unexpected move on my part had the desired effect and she laughed and
squirmed.
"Stop that!"
"Just trying to loosen you up."
"I'm loose enough. Now get to work!"
She was a bit less tense, and I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down,
kissing my way down her legs as I went. I moved back up and spent a minute
licking her through her green panties. When I thought she had relaxed a bit
more, I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them off.
For me, pubic hair is both a matter of practicality and aesthetics.
Practically speaking, hair on the vaginal lips tends to come off and get stuck
in your mouth during oral sex, but the presence of pubic hair denotes sexual
maturity so a balance is usually best. A nice little triangular patch or a
rectangular 'landing strip' are attractive decorations for the vagina. For most
superheroines, trimmed pubic hair is necessary to avoid showing unseemly tufts
peeking out of their swimsuit-like costumes.
The Powerpuffs on the other hand were completely hairless below their
necks. Buttercup's vaginal area had skin as smooth as a baby and as bald as Yule
Brenner. This was rare among my women, so I took a moment to enjoy it, licking
all around her pubis.
I'll also take just a moment here to admit my own hypocrisy on the
subject. While I want my women to have bare pubic lips, I myself don't shave my
genitalia. I keep the fuzz trimmed down and shave off just enough around the
edges to avoid bathing suit problems, but that's it. Well, in the past I have
been shaved twice during sex games, but I don't keep it shaved.
Finally I turned my attention to her actual vagina. It was a perfect
clamshell style, the outer lips bulging out slightly and curving back in
together with no inner lips protruding at all. Despite the closed image
presented to me, fluids were obviously leaking out of her slit. I pulled it
open slightly and set my tongue to work. Her fluids tasted bland, as I
expected. She would slowly gain flavor over the next week or two.
Her hands grabbed onto the back of my head and pushed me into her crotch.
Though I was not in danger of suffocation, it was uncomfortable. I stopped
licking and tapped her hands to get her attention. She released me and looked a
little worried.
I gave her a friendly smile and said, "Maybe your sisters could hold your
hands?" They did so, and I added, "Now I'd like you to spread your legs a
little more if you can... that's good. Thank you."
Normally I'd have her prop her legs on my shoulders, but I was slightly
worried that she might not have full control of her reactions.
I returned to my duties. After a brief exploration of her vaginal canal
by my tongue, I moved my oral focus to her emerging clit and left her vagina to
my fingers. With one, then two fingers in her canal, my tongue and lips played
with her little clit. It was a pretty small clitoris, maybe a third the size of
the tip of my pinky finger or smaller. But small as it was, it was very
sensitive.
It only took a couple minutes for her to orgasm, her body tensing up with
an accompanying verbal, "Aaaaahhhhh". I kept working at her for another minute
and was rewarded with a second come. She certainly seemed to be on a hair
trigger.
I removed my fingers and slowed my licking until I was making slow swipes
of her entire vagina with the flattest part of my tongue. Finally I sat back
and looked up at her.
"Wow. That was awesome," was her dazed reply.
"Do me! Do me!" squealed Bubbles, who released Buttercup's hand and
yanked off her own skirt and panties.
"Bubbles," Blossom admonished. "He only ate out Buttercup because she won
the game."
"Only?" I protested. "I enjoy giving beautiful women orgasms, and I would
be more than happy to do the same for each of you, if you want me to."
Bubbles, moving quickly, had put herself between Blossom and Buttercup,
spread her legs and grabbed onto her sisters' hands while we had been speaking.
"See, Blossom. He wants to. Now please eat my pussy."
"Well, since you said 'please'."
I scooted over a bit and took Bubbles right ankle in my hands, pulling off
her shoe and sock. My mouth still wet from her sister's juices, I started
kissing and licking my way from her toes up her leg. Skipping her vagina for
now, I worked my way down her other leg until I reached her big toe, which I
sucked into my mouth. Stealing a glance up at her face, I saw Bubbles eyes
clenched shut as she focused on the sensations.
Finally I worked my way back to her crotch and did my best to repeat my
performance. Her vagina and pubic area were identical to Buttercup's, but I
would notice in the coming weeks that she would develop different tasting juices
than her sisters. Maybe because she was a vegetarian? (The ability to speak to
animals pretty much requires any softhearted girl give up meat.)
Maybe it was the lack of foreplay, but Bubbles took five minutes before
she orgasmed, and when she came, her amazingly loud squeal announced it to the
world for miles around. (Or at least that's what it felt like at the time.)
I spent another minute slowing my activity, carrying her down from her
orgasmic high.
"Oh, that's so much better than..."
"Bubbles!" said both of her sisters in unison, cutting of whatever it was
she was going to say.
"Sorry."
"She's right, though. That was really awesome. Blossom, you gotta try
it," Buttercup agreed.
"I don't know..." said Blossom hesitantly.
"I'm not going to do anything to Blossom unless she wants me to."
"She wants you too, right Blossom?" encouraged Bubbles.
"Of course she does."
Ah, how wonderful is peer pressure. At the same time, I couldn't risk
leaving any kind of negative impression on her (or any of my women) for our
first encounter.
When Bubbles and Buttercup started trying to forcibly strip off Blossom's
skirt and panties, I spoke up.
"Stop, you two. I'm not going to do anything with Blossom unless she
wants me to. And asks me to."
"Come on, Blossom. Don't be such a wuss. You'll like it," encouraged
Buttercup.
"Yeah, come on!" agreed Bubbles.
"I'm sure I would, I just... it just doesn't feel right to do it like
this."
"A fair criticism. Now Blossom, just because I won't do anything with you
that you don't want, that doesn't mean that I don't want to do whatever you
might want to do." I paused for a second to replay that sentence in my memory
to make sure it made sense. "So what would you like to do, when and how?"
"I... I don't know. I just never imagined my first time would be like
this, y'know?"
"I understand. I would never want my first time with any of you to be
this casual. I think we just have different definitions of what a 'first time'
is. While this was a wonderful sexual encounter, I don't consider anything we've
done here to be real sex."
"Duh," said Bubbles sarcastically. "We were just having fun, and we never
even got to see his wiener."
"But Blossom doesn't see it that way," I said, standing up for her, "and
for this, her opinion is the only one that matters."
This scenario was one of the reasons I was hesitant to create the
Powerpuffs in the first place: their divergent personalities. As close-knit
sisters, they would resist being separated, but they also had greatly varied
likes. For example, let's consider... ooohhhh... I don't know... how about
romance and sex.
A traditionally romantic approach with dinner and flowers would probably
work well with Blossom and Bubbles but not Buttercup. An athletic challenge
(like Twister, though an outdoor sport would work much better) would work well
with Buttercup and maybe Blossom but not Bubbles. A straight-out sexual
encounter would work well with Bubbles but not Blossom or Buttercup, unless it
included an appropriate lead-in.
Blossom could be most easily seduced by intelligent conversation coupled
with flowers and dinner, maybe a trip to a museum. She was a great enforcer of
rules and doer of good deeds. Bubbles could most easily be seduced by cute
gifts and romantic small talk, maybe with a trip to a petting zoo. She was the
most boy-hungry of the trio and a lover of all things cute and cuddly.
Buttercup could be seduced most readily with athletic prowess and a little rule-
breaking, maybe with a trip to a major sporting event. Although I should point
out she loved breaking the rules, not actually being bad. In RPG alignment
terms, they were Lawful Good, Neutral Good and Chaotic Good.
I feel I should point out that these comments and descriptions shouldn't
be taken as absolutes. For example, Blossom did sometimes break rules, but such
occurrences were rare. They were, for want of a better word, human.
At any rate, Blossom's programming and libido-boosting implants may push
her toward me, but her personality resisted such a blatant and casual encounter,
at least as far as first encounters go. Heck this scenario only worked for
Buttercup because it was a "prize" she won in a competition. Bubbles... well,
the way we built Bubble's personality, she might end up rivaling Jane as the
resident... I don't want to say 'slut'... how about 'nymphomaniac', except that
unlike Jane, she felt no real sexual attraction to women.
I gave little bows to Bubbles and Buttercup. "Thank you both very much
for the privilege you allowed me, and I hope I have further opportunities to
give you pleasure."
I shifted my stance so I was addressing all of them and went into what I
think of as 'acting' mode. "As you may or may not know, I am in a situation
where... umm... I am not in full control of my nightly schedule. If you'd care
to talk to Jane or Kara... Well, I don't really know... they have some kind of
system..."
"We know all about it," said Blossom.
"Good. Good. I know it's more traditional for the man to ask the woman
out on a date, but my situation is not very traditional. I would very much like
to get to know all of you much better. If you'd like, you can arrange an
evening with the others so we can..."
"Tuesday."
"What?"
Blossom blushed a little as she said, "We already reserved Tuesday night."
"Well, there we go. If you'd like, on Tuesday night I will take you out.
All of you, or just one. That's going to be your decision."
"All of us," they said in unison.
"And we'll spend some time just getting to know each other. I know you
all have different interests, so I figure we'll just keep it simple for this
first date. No promises, no expectations. Nothing beyond just spending a
little time together. Okay?"
"Okay," again spoken together.
If I sounded a little passive about letting other people run my sex life,
remember that Jane's calendar was one of my biggest weapons against the belief
that I was misogynistically taking advantage of the women around me. As long as
they believed they had this scheduling control, they believed they were choosing
to share me among themselves, that they were the ones using me. Knowing that I
could have any of them whenever I wanted, I was more than willing to give up
some control of the nightly schedule (which I could partially manipulate anyway
through the cyborgs).
That was it for Powerpuff sex and fun that day. I ate out one more winner
-- Rei -- before we closed our 'fair' for the day.
Overall the game day had been a lot of fun. We had played plenty of group
games on previous occasions, but never so organized or enjoyable. I decided
that AARD would host a small fair for employees and their families that summer
(without the sex, of course).
That evening I took Jasmine and Elisa to bed. They dressed up and applied
makeup to look as much like twins as possible, then we had fun pretending they
were actual twin sisters who happened to be incestuous and bi-sexual. It was
fun for me, and the two cyborgs... well, they appreciated the attention and
intimacy, but my cyborgs never experienced a real orgasm. At least their
ability to fake orgasm had gotten better.
I had regrets about not making the Powerpuffs bi-sexual, but I stood by my
reasoning. First and most importantly, it was too dangerous. It had the
potential of drawing attention from people at work or college. Lovers act
differently toward one another than siblings do, and I didn't want to risk it.
Secondly, if they had memories of having sex with each other for years,
they could very well use lesbian incest to satisfy their urges and remain
insular rather than welcome me into their sex lives. Not likely, but possible,
especially given how they might have reacted when they saw how full my sex life
already was.
Finally, it could well cause problems within my own household. I had not
included any mental programming for any of my women for acceptance of incest,
and I doubted my control over them would hold in the face of such a strong
taboo.
When Tuesday night came, my plans were ready. I had a couple ideas on
what to do for a fun date for all three at the same time, but a romantic date
was a much more difficult challenge. I finally decided on a restaurant in
Dallas with a very nice 30th floor view of the city. It was fairly expensive,
but had a 4 to 5 star rating, depending which guide you looked at. Since they
couldn't fly 'anymore', it should appeal to all three of them. The romantic
setting should hopefully appeal to Blossom and Bubbles, and the height might
appeal to Buttercup.
The dinner went pretty well. The girls had surprisingly given up their
color-coded clothing for the evening in favor of little black dresses. Blossom
wore a dress with a calf-length hemline and no cleavage showing; it appeared to
be a very conservative dress until seen from behind where her back was
completely bare. Buttercup's dress showed off her legs (or from a different
perspective, allowed her greater freedom of movement) with a mid-thigh hemline
and a modest scoop showing off her breasts. Bubbles' dress had a knee-length
hemline and a deep front and back V showing off her bust and back.
The food was good and we spent over two hours there, talking quietly
amongst ourselves. Bubbles tried to engage me with a quiet game of footsie from
across the table and Blossom and Buttercup occasionally held my hands while we
spoke intimately. We talked about their futures and what they wanted out of
their stay here and where I was taking my company and what was best in life and
so on. They told me some of the things they wanted in a boyfriend and lamented
that the closest thing to good boyfriends they had been able to find were the
Rowdyrough Boys (think of them as male, villainous versions of the Powerpuff
Girls). On the rare occasions when one of them had found what might have been a
good boyfriend, they had fought over him and scared him off or had their dates
interrupted by monster attacks or had other problems.
To a certain extent, the actual conversation was irrelevant. What was
important was that I was constantly focusing my attention on one or more of
them, touching them and having them focus on me. From my position of experience
with my artificial women, I could tell that their desires were stretched as
tight as bow strings by the time we left. The lighting wasn't good enough to
see clearly (and I didn't try to get a clear view), but I'm pretty sure their
vaginal juices had soaked through to the back of their dresses.
I'm not sure what kind of impression we left on the clientele, but I had
reserved a fairly private table on a slow night and we did not make a scene of
any kind, so I wasn't very worried.
We left about 8:30 and drove to a park, where we walked around and enjoyed
early signs of spring. We found a secluded bench and had one of the odder make-
out sessions I've ever had. All three of the sisters wanted time making out
with me but, unlike my other women, they wouldn't give any similar attention to
the other women in the group. What happened was that I would spend half a
minute making out with Blossom, for example, and when I came up for breath,
Bubbles would pull me to her instead. I would often still have one hand
caressing one girl's butt while my tongue was being sucked on by another, with a
third waiting for an opportunity to get on my lap or push one of her sisters out
of the way. It was the most enjoyable confusion I had experienced in a long
time.
Fortunately this was a Tuesday night so the park was fairly empty, but
even so, we had two interruptions, one by a pair of lovers looking for privacy
and one by a late evening jogger. (I also knew that there was at least one,
probably two cyborg guards also in the park shadowing me, but they kept out of
sight.) After the second interruption, we made our way back to the car and
drove home. It was not the safest driving I've ever done, what with the hands
from behind and the side teasing my body, but I wasn't worried. (Alpha could
remotely drive most of my vehicles. That particular feature was almost never
used, but had been functional for two or three years.)
We got home after 10, and I stopped the girls in the garage before we went
inside. The problem is that although I knew that I could easily take all three
of them to bed, I needed to draw out from them verbal agreements that they
wanted this. Despite my influence over them, these women had free will. Mostly
kinda.
If any of them, especially Blossom, thought back on this evening at a
later date and felt that I had taken advantage of them, they could be upset and
might fight against me. As long as they remembered that they specifically asked
for tonight, the worst likely result would be self-recrimination. Not that any
such thing was likely, but I... well, I DO want my women to make their own
choices, but I need them to choose to agree with my choices for them. Maybe
that's too manipulative and egotistical, but after all, these women were created
for my benefit. (Eh, so I have a bit of god complex.)
Of course Alpha and I have our own little root control, a veto if you
will, over their actions, but such controls -- an on/off switch for their
conscious minds and the ability to rewrite their memories -- should only be used
as a last resort. If we use them, that means we've failed somehow. (So far,
we've only had to use those controls once, when Zatanna deduced that I was using
artificial means to attract my women to me, although she thought I was using
magic to do so.)
At any rate, the point is that the best way to avoid the possible need to
use any 'veto' controls is to make sure my women agree to my desires of their
own free will.
"Ladies, if you could hold up for just a moment, I need to talk with you."
They obliged me, facing me in a semi-circle. "I've really enjoyed this evening
and I want it to continue, but anything more would be a big step and I don't
want to take advantage of you, so I want you to tell me what you want to
happen."
"I want you inside me," said Bubbles, grabbing for my crotch.
I took her grabby hand in mine and drew her to my side. I looked at
Blossom and Buttercup.
"Well," said Buttercup, sounding as if she were admitting to liking
broccoli, "I... I don't want to be a virgin anymore."
I held out my other hand to her. She took it and I drew her to my other
side. I looked back at Blossom.
"Blossom?"
"I... I really want you, but I don't know if this is the right thing to
do..." She spoke as if she was being tortured.
"Aw, come on, Blossom," taunted Buttercup. "You know you want him, you're
just chicken about having sex."
"It's okay," reassured Bubbles. "We'll all do this together. Tonight
we'll all become women."
To be honest, I hate it when someone equates adulthood with sex, but I
wasn't going to argue the point right now.
"It's not like I haven't thought about us all sharing a guy for... for...
our first time, but isn't this all happening really fast?"
"Hey, when life gives you a good opportunity, you gotta grab it fast or
you might miss it," said Buttercup, pseudo-philosophically. I briefly wondered
if she had a memory of seeing Ferris Bueller.
"I've always heard that you should wait until the third date at the
earliest to make sure you're compatible," Blossom countered.
"Come on, Blossom. This is the first time in our lives that any of us
actually made it all the way through one date, let alone three," whined Bubbles.
"You can stay with us or go to our room by yourself if you want to. Buttercup
and I are going to take Frank to his room and make love for the first time."
With that, she took my arm, crooked it so my hand was at my waist with my
elbow out, then hooked her arm through mine and started leading me into the
house.
"Sorry, Blossom. Gotta agree with Bubbles this time," said Buttercup who
quickly grabbed my other arm and followed Bubbles' lead as we passed out of the
garage into the house.
Apparently the arguments, peer pressure and sudden withdrawal were enough
to help make up Blossom's mind. From behind me, I heard her say, "Wait up!"
Then I was spun around, pulled free of my escorts arms, and suddenly found
myself in a fireman's carry across the shoulders of a much smaller girl that any
stranger would have automatically assumed was much weaker than myself. She took
off at a quick trot, leaving her sisters behind as she headed for the stairs.
From behind us, I heard Buttercup say, "Wow, I guess she finally made up
her mind."
"Wait up!" called Bubbles.
I heard a couple wolf whistles as we passed through the house, but was not
in a good position to see who was whistling.
A minute later, I was tossed onto my bed, and Blossom threw herself on top
of me, her body plastered to mine, her lips seeking out my own. Her hands
grabbed at my clothes, pulling my arms out of my jacket sleeves and tearing my
shirt open, littering the bedspread with buttons. (I tended to lose at least
two shirts a month to moments like that. It appears that when Blossom makes up
her mind, she moves as quickly as possible towards her goal.)
Two more pairs of hands joined us, unzipping Blossom's dress and pulling
it off. She wore no bra, and once she was down to her panties, she rolled off
to the side to remove them and to allow her sisters to start stripping me. With
three people determined to strip me naked, I was bare in seconds, my hard cock
flopping on my belly.
"So... what do I do?" asked Blossom as she absentmindedly rubbed her bare
pussy with one hand.
"Actually, I think first of all I owe you something."
I slid down the bed slightly and pushed her onto her back, spreading her
legs wide. Crouching down my knees, I looked her in the eyes as I started
stroking her pussy lips, dislodging her own hand in the process. Maintaining
eye contact, I slowly bent down and gave her vagina a long lick, from perineum
to clit, causing her body to jerk a bit then freeze up. Her juices were
plentiful and still bland this early in her existence.
Even as excited as she was, it still took maybe five minutes to get her
off. All the while, her sisters were playing with both of us, stroking her
breasts, belly and thighs and fondling my entire body, with special attention
paid to my cock. By the time she came, I was achingly hard and eager to fuck,
but after her orgasm she fell into a semi-conscious state, barely responding to
external stimuli. I stroked her pussy a bit with my fingers and tongue, but the
biggest reaction I could get was a faint moan. This was a bit odd since she
didn't react even remotely like this when she masturbated (not that I could
admit to knowing this). She did have a big smile on her face, but she was not
ready for more action.
Bubbles and Buttercup, however, were ready. They were both naked and,
when I moved away from Blossom, they played a quick Rock/Paper/Scissors that
they probably hoped I didn't see. Bubbles grinned and lay down next to Blossom,
spreading her legs.
"I'm next."
"Good," I said, wiping my mouth with the remnants of my shirt while
looking at the slim, short-haired blonde beauty stretched out in front of me.
"What is your pleasure? Do you want me to eat you out, or..." I trailed off.
"Definitely 'Or'. I'm gonna be the first one to lose her virginity."
"Yeah, yeah," I heard Buttercup mutter. "Go ahead and boink her."
Bubbles giggled and said "Boink!" quietly to herself. "Boink, boink,
boink!"
I moved into position over her, running my hands up her legs and thighs
until they reached her belly. Leaning over, I gave her a deep kiss. We held
the kiss for a minute or more, playing with each other's tongues while I stroked
her wet pussy lips.
I pulled back from the kiss and said, "First of all, I need to grab a
condom because I doubt you're on the pill, right?"
"Nope, we're good," said Bubbles.
"Yeah," agreed Buttercup. I knew what they were going to tell me, but I
had to act surprised. "We can't get pregnant."
"Huh? Why not?" I asked as if confused.
"We don't have periods like normal women," explained Bubbles. "Once we
realized that, the Professor took us to a doctor."
"We have all the right equipment down there, but no eggs or ova or
whatever they're called," Buttercup continued. "The Professor thinks he can
work out some way for us to have kids if we ever get married, but for now... no
birth control needed."
Yes, I finally had artificial women where I didn't have to pretend to be
worried about getting them pregnant! The trouble is, this was a real mood-
killing conversation topic that I really should have broached earlier somehow.
Now I had to express regret but not take them out of the moment.
"I'm sorry. Remind me and we'll have Alpha take a look at you too. And
forgive me if this seems inappropriate, but I've examined each of you pretty
thoroughly and I haven't noticed anything missing."
At this, I curled a couple fingers up inside of Bubbles while my thumb
stroked her clit. Not my smoothest moment or comment, but with their implants,
I hoped it would be smooth enough to avoid any problems caused by the
conversation topic.
Thinking back on it later, I realized it wasn't that big a deal for them.
They had memories of living with the problem for years and a standing promise
from their genius father to deal with the issue when they finally wanted to have
children.
At any rate, the girls left that part of the conversation behind as if it
was nothing.
I played with Bubbles for another minute, kissing her, tweaking her
nipples and fingering her cunt. She got very wound up very quickly. When I
finally mounted her, slipping my cock into her slick tight cunt, she came as
soon as I was fully embedded inside her. She thrashed around for twenty or
thirty seconds under me, starting with a loud shriek then working her way down
to little mouse or chipmunk-like squeaks.
I knew she had recovered when her legs suddenly wrapped around my ass and
her butt started bouncing us up and down. After another five or ten minutes, I
tried to pull out to shift to a new position, but Bubbles refused my efforts to
change. Although noisily enthusiastic and energetic, she wanted me to stay on
top for her entire first fuck.
I think she is the noisiest of any of my women, each orgasm being
punctuated with a loud, if brief, scream. This made it very easy to count her
orgasms -- four -- before I finally let loose inside her.
I think if we had been alone, she would have eagerly entertained another
hour or two of sex. As it was, I had another two women waiting.
When I pulled out of her, I reached down and started pumping my shaft to
keep myself hard. Normally I'd be with women who would be more than willing to
suck me back to full hardness, but I was a bit unsure about asking one of the
non-lesbian sisters to lick my pussy-drenched cock. Still, I suppose a hand-job
wouldn't repulse them very much.
I reached over and took Buttercup's hand, since she was closest, leading
her to my half-hard penis and showing her how to pump it.
Once I was close to 100% again, I looked back and forth between Buttercup
and the fully conscious Blossom with a question in my eyes. Who is next?
Blossom graciously nodded at Buttercup, who lay down and spread her legs.
Initially, Buttercup was as interactive as a wet noodle. Apparently she didn't
know what to do other than just lie there. At least Bubbles had been energetic.
I took some time showing Buttercup how to make this a better experience
for both of us. I wrapped her legs around my hips. I leaned down and kissed
her, lightly biting her lower lip. I wrapped us up together and rolled over so
that she was on top, then showed her how to bounce on my cock.
This last, female-superior position, was obviously her favorite. Once she
got into the groove, she rode me for all she was worth. I tried to move on and
show her more positions, but she refused to give up her place of control.
Her orgasms were slightly more difficult to identify than Bubbles, but
only slightly. Her body would usually lock up and sometimes she would shove
down on my cock as much as she could, then she'd furiously start rubbing her
clit. Sometimes I just felt a flutter in her pussy accompanying a pause in her
bouncing.
Whereas Bubbles was more likely to just make noises, Buttercup tended to
mutter and growl things like, "Yeah, take it" and "Gonna fuck you good" and
"Come on, come on!"
Buttercup didn't orgasm as much as Bubbles, but she seemed to gain energy
from each orgasm, continuing to ride me with more and more power as time went
by.
I lasted longer this second time, but not as long as I'd have expected.
The way Bubbles and Blossom played with me while Buttercup was riding my pelvis
probably had something to do with that. They pinched my nipples, licked my ears
and fondled my balls. Bubbles even tried to probe for my anus, but fortunately
my position prevented any easy access. Yes, a man's nipples and anus are
erogenous zones, but that doesn't mean they're preferred points of interaction.
After half an hour or so of fucking, I finally blasted off into
Buttercup's tight little pussy, while Blossom was holding my head in her lap (no
doubt covering the back of my hair with her juices) with Bubbles sucking my
toes.
Buttercup hadn't even dismounted when Blossom said, "My turn."
"Give me a minute to catch my breath, please."
"Sure," said Blossom as she snuggled up to me. As soon as Buttercup had
lifted herself off my of penis, she took possession of it.
The problem was that I was feeling pretty messy. For whatever reason, the
Powerpuffs were 'juicier' than my other women, and I really wanted to go take a
shower. But that would lead to shower sex and I liked for my first time with a
new woman to be in a proper bed. For some reason taking a woman's virginity in
the shower just didn't seem right.
After considering the minor dilemma for a moment, I gave Blossom a peck on
her nose and said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom for just a minute. Be right
back."
I quickly relieved my bladder, wet a washcloth and wiped myself down.
There wasn't much I could do about the stickiness in my hair without an actual
washing, but I did quickly gargle to clear up my breath.
Returning to the bedroom, I found the trio sitting in a circle in the
middle of the bed, their heads close together whispering.
"Is everything okay?" I asked with a little trepidation.
They giggled in response. Never a good sign.
"We're just waiting for you," said Bubbles.
"Yeah," agreed Buttercup. "Now it's Blossom's turn."
She turned to Blossom and pushed her over backwards while grabbing and
holding one of her legs. Bubbles joined her by grabbing Blossom's other leg,
and together they spread her open for me.
I looked for any sign that Blossom was upset by this or resistant, but her
head was arched up and she seemed to be entirely focused on my half-hard cock as
I stroked it back to a full erection.
She broke off her contemplation briefly to snap at her sisters to "Let
go!" They complied and her feet dropped to the mattress, her knees still bent
upright. Bubbles kindly put a pillow under Blossom's head to let her relax a
little.
For some reason, this seemed more of a show than normal. If so, then so
be it.
I crawled across the bed to her and kissed my way up her body. While I
worked on Blossom's body, two other pairs of hands worked on mine, returning me
to full hardness in less than a minute. Blossom was already wet and ready.
You know, no matter how many times you do it, that first insertion into a
new pussy is just such a wonderful experience. The wet heat, how her lips grip
your shaft and the vaginal walls press in on you... makes me hard again just
thinking about it.
Blossom moaned as I worked my way inside her, pulling out a little, then
thrusting inside a bit further until I was fully seated inside of her. While
her sisters gently played with my nipples, balls and ass, I started fucking
Blossom in earnest. She may have been inexperienced, but she was hot, horny and
eager to learn. Very eager to learn as it turns out.
She came after only two minutes and fell limp. Her legs which had been
wrapped around my hips, slid to the bed, and one arm just barely held onto my
neck as the other dropped to her side. That one arm though kept me from pulling
out.
I was starting to wonder how quickly this would become annoying, if she
continued to fall limp with every orgasm. It was odd on multiple levels. I
mean, isn't that supposed to be a guy thing? I personally hadn't had a problem
with it for years, but traditionally a lot of guys are supposed to fall asleep
right after coming. Plus as I already mentioned, she didn't collapse like this
from masturbating.
At least this time she regained full consciousness after half a minute or
less. She wasn't actually falling asleep, just getting lost in the sensations.
"Oh, that feels amazing. What's our next position?"
I grinned. I was a long way from coming, and Blossom definitely wanted to
learn.
For me, when you're laying down there are four main positions for male-
female cock-to-pussy or cock-to-ass fucking: male superior face-to-face, male
superior woman facing down, female superior face-to-face and female superior
woman facing away. As far as I'm concerned, everything else is just a variation
of these four. For instance, doggy style is just male superior woman facing down
with the woman raised off the bed.
True, you can fuck side-by-side and do that face-to-face or not, but
that's always been slow and awkward for me. You can't get the same thrusting
power or penetration out of it. I suppose it was nice for slow, intimate fucks,
but that was about it for me.
There are weird positions you can try which don't fit into those
categories, but they are usually very uncomfortable and never held much interest
for me beyond an initial let's-try-it-once experiment. Once you add in more
people or dildos or have one or both participants standing, the possibilities
expand.
Blossom wanted to try everything, and she wanted to try it all right away.
We'd fuck in a position for a few minutes, maybe varying a bit here and there by
changing leg positions or how we kissed, sucked or licked, then she'd come,
collapse for half a minute, gather herself and ask to try something else.
I ended up really enjoying it. A lot. It stretched out my longevity and
never got boring.
We worked through all four of my main basics, plus some variants thereof.
After 45 minutes give-or-take I got close enough to the edge that I warned her
this was our last position. I was standing with Blossom's ass in the air in
front of me and her head and chest bent down, resting on the bed. She was
rubbing her pussy, building to maybe her twelfth orgasm, but I pushed her hands
away from her clit while I pounded her. I didn't want her collapsing while I
was so close to coming.
Finally after about five minutes in this position, I felt myself ramping
up for my come. I hurriedly reached down and rubbed her clit hard as I started
letting loose inside of her. Her body locked up and she somehow halfway kept
her ass in the air while I continued to pump seed into her barren womb. I was a
bit drained, but whatever I had left was being deposited.
I slumped forward, bearing her down to the bed. Two pairs of hands rolled
me off of her and pulled us both fully onto the bed.
"Wow, Blossom, that was awesome," Bubbles said with admiration I her
voice. "You must've come a dozen times!"
"Yeah," said Buttercup. "Next time, I wanna try some of those other
positions."
"Definitely," agreed Bubbles. "I loved it when he held your ankles up by
your ears. You were just so open and he must've been going so deep..."
"I still like being on top the best," added Buttercup, "but I think I want
to try doing it standing up sometime."
"I loved this," I interjected, "but the three of you together really wore
me out tonight. How about we get some sleep?" I realized how sweaty and sticky
I felt, a LOT more than usual. "Or maybe a quick shower, then bed."
Bubbles giggled.
"A shower sounds good," agreed Blossom tiredly.
Under other circumstances, the shower would have turned into another sex
romp, but I really was somewhat exhausted right then. I knew theoretically I
could come one or two more times, but the whole 'five times in one day' thing
for me really only happened when it was spread out throughout the whole day.
We crowded in the shower and had fun washing each other, but aside from
some kissing it was pretty tame.
We dried off and went to the far much drier side of the bed to go to
sleep. I had Blossom on one side and Buttercup and Bubbles on the other, though
at some point during the night Bubbles crawled completely under the sheet, down
by our feet.
* * * * *
Now I know I usually end these chapters once I complete the current
goal/conquest and leave the in-between stuff to be dealt with using summary
exposition later, but this time I'm going to include just a little bit more
story because of the temporal immediacy of the next event.
The next morning I awoke in a tangle of limbs with the bedsheets having
been tossed off during the night. Blossom was to my left, Buttercup to my right
and Bubbles was sprawled across our legs in a position that I couldn't imagine
was comfortable, but she looked happy. I tried to extricate myself without
waking anyone up, but that was doomed to failure. Buttercup hugged my arm to
her as if it were a childhood security blanket. Blossom was sleeping entirely
on top of my other arm, which was asleep from her weight. Bubbles had one of my
calves held between her legs, occasionally humping her crotch against it while
she slept.
I struggled to free my sleeping left arm from Blossom, succeeding only at
waking her. A look of confusion crossed her face when her eyes opened, followed
by a look of comprehension and a shy smile.
I leaned over a gave her a gentle kiss, careful not to breathe in her face
in case I had morning breath.
Pulling back, I whispered, "Good morning, Beautiful. Not to break the
mood, but could I have my arm back? It's asleep."
"Oh, sure," she said before lifting herself up slightly. While she was
off the mattress a little and I was trying to shake life back into my arm, she
looked around at her sisters, blushing a little when she saw Bubbles humping my
leg in her sleep.
"Do you think there's any chance I could get out of bed without waking up
your sisters?" I whispered.
As it turns out, no I couldn't, but they rolled over and went right back
to sleep while I went to exercise.
I work out every other day on average for up to half an hour. It's a long
way from giving myself a perfect athlete's body, but it does keep me in shape
and lets me avoid the unbearable itchiness of having Alpha rebuild my physique
from scratch with nanites. (I let her do it once and still have nightmares about
it. If I was willing to let her 'switch off' my brain, she could give my body a
complete overhaul, and I'd sleep right through it. But I'm not, so it itches
like having a swarm of ants under your skin.) Plus exercise time is one of the
few times I have to read for pleasure, or more accurately, listen to audiobooks.
After the workout, I showered, shaved, dressed, said 'Good morning' to
everyone, ate breakfast, checked in with Alpha and went to work.
Most of the work I talk about is the practical technology we develop, not
the theoretical science. Part of the reason I write so little about the theory
side of things is that it's much more detailed and often requires an in-depth
understanding of science to be able to comprehend the explanations. Another
part of the reason is that I'm rarely involved in it. Most of it is way over my
head.
Alpha has friends in theoretical physics and other fields all over the
world using a hundred or more different identities. Heck, more than once she's
been introduced to herself online via a friend-of-a-friend conversational link-
up.
She's even worked up a 'wish list' of things she would like to have to
allow her to run the experiments she wants -- things like massive particle
accelerators, her own observational satellites, a few thousand space probes and
various samples of radioactive materials. I've learned to say "No" and "Later"
a lot.
Where she does prosper in the theoretical world is in calculations and
writing software. A lot of theories -- string theory, branes and eigenvectors
and I'm not really trying to get this right because it's not really my area of
expertise -- require a lot of data crunching. A virtually infinite amount of
data crunching, it seems. The kind of data processing that could tie up Alpha
for decades or more if I had her focus on it exclusively.
Fortunately, she can help out immensely by doing something that she does
better than anyone else on the planet: write software. The scientific
community doesn't really have the mainstream market pull to demand high quality,
user friendly software at a reasonable price. Since Alpha can pump out software
so beautifully elegant and efficient that Apple and Microsoft would weep in
envy... and complete it in a matter of seconds... she's been providing her
online friends with top-notch software for the past few years. (Microsoft has
actually tried to hire a few of her online software-writing personas over the
years.)
This particular Wednesday morning, I spent a couple hours going over GUI's
with her for a bunch of new software titles for her online friends. Alpha can
sometimes go overboard with UI options, so I have to help her avoid 'option
overload' or at least help her nest the options in sub-menus and Tool pop-ups
and such. Plus, her GUI layouts often lack an organic flow, meaning her AI
efficiency can end up being confusing to humans.
That afternoon, we moved back into this week's more practical, hands-on
project: a 'quick heal' ointment for humans, something that could theoretically
speed up the healing process significantly. We had a dozen different formulas
being tested on shaved rats and Jasmine's arm. (We often do unauthorized and
illegal testing on human bodies. It really helps speed things up, and Alpha can
fix any problems that occur. Shhhhhhh. Don't tell anyone.)
"Two of the formulas are showing promise, though one of those appears to
have a noticeable side-effect," Alpha reported as I walked to the lab with the
rats.
"What kind of side effect?"
"Accelerated and new hair growth. I know we don't normally develop purely
cosmetic products like that, but I'm wondering if it might be worth pursuing. I
believe there would probably be a market for it."
Despite the occasional linguistic experiment, Alpha really wasn't much for
sarcasm so I just gave a straight answer. "Yes, it definitely might be worth
pursuing. But just how much hair is there?"
A lot, as it turns out. And this wasn't a 'might grow a little bit of
hair in a limited percentage of users' product. This stimulated the natural
growth of a lot of new hair follicles very quickly.
I had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, I was a bit upset that
Alpha hadn't mentioned this sooner. It was 2:30-ish and she'd known about the
hair growth since last night. On the other hand, I understand that pure science
should have a higher priority than cosmetic benefits. Heck, it wasn't even as
if I was personally worried about going bald. Back on the first hand, this was
potentially worth a LOT of money. Back on the second hand, I didn't really need
that much more money (unless I wanted to buy Alpha her own satellite for
Christmas).
Still, I realized I was counting unhatched eggs, so we continued testing.
By that weekend we estimated an average of twelve hairs per square
centimeter had developed and grown half an inch in less than a day. The growth
rate slowed significantly so that three days later it was down to an estimated
steady 3/4 to 1/2 of an inch per month, but in the first couple days it had
grown just over an inch of hair.
The healing part of the formula needed work, but the hair growth part...
Let's just say that we had to use nanites to remove a very odd looking patch of
hair from Jasmine's left forearm. (Well, we didn't HAVE to use nanites.
Electrolysis would have worked fine, but we were also examining the new growth
in detail.
Two weeks later, I was on the phone with Mr. Morgan Jaye, CEO of a very
large pharmaceutical corporation. One of the reasons we selected Mr Jaye was
that his company had apparently learned not to sue AARD after their first loss
in court. Some companies hadn't learned this lesson even after multiple
humiliations. Mr Jaye had not only learned the lesson, he had also taken steps
to build a friendship between our companies -- if 'friendship' can be defined as
a relationship where one party realizes that the other party could be the source
of new profitable products in the future since that party is in research and
doesn't actually manufacture anything in competition with the first party. That
relationship was about to pay off for him.
"Hello, Frank, my friend. What can I do for you today?"
"Hello there yourself, Morgan. I know we're both busy, so do you mind if
I cut through the social niceties and get down to business?"
"Not at all. Make for a pleasant change of pace."
"Good. How would you like to make a billion dollars in the next few years
and give AARD half of the profits?"
"Well, without committing to anything blindly, I'd say it sounds like a
pretty good deal. Why? Did you discover a cure for cancer?"
"Not quite. It's going to need testing, but marketing should be minimal
once the results get out. How about a cure for baldness?"
Morgan, whose hair was most definitely receding in recent photos, said,
"You're joking."
"Nope. Check your email inbox. I just sent you a few pictures. One of
our lab techs accidentally got a drop on her arm. She had over an inch growth
of new hair in two days, though the rate of growth dropped to normal within a
week."
"Just a second." I could hear him put down his phone, then I assume he
muted it because the audio went dead while the line was still active. About a
minute later, he came back on the line.
"Is this real? I mean, how did you do it?"
"It's real. We filed the patents just last week, but if you want the
exclusive details and such, we'll need to sign a contract first."
"What's the application process? External, I'd guess since you said...
you know, a drop on her arm. What about production costs? How long does the
hair last?"
"Whoa, whoa. Slow down there. It's an ointment. The lab batch we
whipped up cost us about $140 an ounce, though I'd expect you can drop the cost
significantly through mass production. We don't know for certain how long the
hair lasts, but all tests so far show it to be normal human hair. This isn't
really our normal kind of project, so most of the safety and longevity testing
would need to be on your end."
The per ounce cost was a lie... well, an estimate by Alpha as to how much
it would have cost coming out of a human lab. Alpha could make things so much
more efficiently than humans that her production costs were miniscule. The
actual cost was more like $25 per ounce.
"That would raise our percentage share a bit."
"Don't try to con me. This is a multi-billion dollar product and the
testing costs won't even hit a million, probably not even $200K. And it's not
as though there aren't a dozen other companies out there who would jump at the
chance even if they only got 40%. I'm coming to you first because you were one
of the first major corps to offer AARD some respect."
"You aren't going to try and negotiate for low SRPs on this, are you?"
"We do that for products we consider important or essential. Baldness
isn't exactly debilitating or life-threatening, so charge whatever you think the
market will support. I'll probably need to include a price veto proviso in the
contract, but that would be for things like making sure you don't try some kind
of buy-out trick on us."
I know that his corp has done underhanded things to gain control of
products. In one instance, they signed an exclusive contract to produce
someone's discovery but priced it unrealistically and didn't advertise, thus
they controlled it and barely paid the creator a dime until he was willing to
sell out to them completely. Then they marketed it realistically and made a
fortune, without having to share the profits with the original creator.
Yes, they're corporate slime, but all corps large enough for our needs
were similarly ruthless.
"I wouldn't try anything like that with you, my boy."
"And to make sure of that, my lawyers will be the ones drawing up the
contract."
I really wanted to offer a few precautionary threats at this point but
realized it would be counterproductive. Once they went through Alpha's
contract, they'd realize we were cutting off their ability to mess with us.
"We don't really work that way. We don't sign any contracts that our
legal department doesn't draw up."
"I've seen copies of your contracts and know there are a couple dozen ways
for you to screw with people. We'll draw up the contracts, and we'll both make
a lot of money. Or you'll draw up contracts that will gather dust while I'm on
the phone with Mr Rounder." Mr Bob Rounder was one of Morgan's main
competitors.
"Hold on now, there's no need to get testy. We might be able to work it
out. But I'd need some of my people to confirm this before we even discussed
contract specifics."
We went back and forth for a few minutes until I agreed to host a couple
of his researchers so they could test our product. Once they confirmed our
results, we'd move on to the contract stage.
The AARD Hair Growth Formula turned into a huge headache over the next few
months, almost enough for me to consider selling the formula outright. The
visiting researchers confirmed the results, but they also tried to smuggle
samples out. Morgan's legal department fought us tooth-and-nail. In the end,
they wanted the product enough to give in and agree to a fair contract as
designed by Alpha. Even then Alpha still caught bookkeeping 'errors' on their
end on three occasions in the first couple years.
In the long run, what this meant was that in the next ten years, we
expected AARD to become a billion dollar company from this one product alone.
I'll readily admit that it was a little depressing that so much income was going
to be produced by one of our few accidental discoveries. Oh, and the quick-heal
ointment was worked out successfully a few weeks later. It wasn't a miracle-
working life-saving product, but it did speed up healing and reduce scarring
significantly.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The book I mentioned in the middle of this chapter, 'The Hidden
Reality' by Brian Greene, is a real non-fiction book and I'd recommend it for
any fan of hard Science Fiction. He's written other interesting books as well,
his most popular being 'The Elegant Universe'.
It's a little mind-blowing to really stop and consider the implications of
a truly infinite universe (and this is entirely without broaching the topic of
parallel universes). If our universe (or multiverse) is really and truly
infinite, then by mathematical necessity there must also be an infinite number
of copies of Earth out there, including one where this very story is non-
fiction... not that we'd likely ever be able to reach or communicate in any way
with that version of Earth.
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