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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
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



   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 to
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, 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 'flying' women we had created with driving skills
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 10pm, 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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