With a lot of luck, if you hop a few galaxies away from the Milky Way and find an unassuming star like any other, you might happen upon the Trinary System. You’ll know it’s the Trinary System because while its star is unremarkable, there are 3 distinct planets orbiting it, immediately recognizable from their vibrant colors that they’re named after.
Furthest from the star is the Purple Planet with its culture of people who have managed to vastly improve their lives by engineering viruses to lengthen lifespans. Their mastery of machinery is also unmatched, having efficiently terraformed their planet into a wonderland of automated machines to take care of every task imaginable. Suffice to say, the Purple folk lead very pampered lives.
In the middle is the Green Planet, so called because of the green gems that cover the planet. Its courageous people have learned how to use the gems to bring out magical abilities to cure diseases and develop their own technology to augment the strength of its warriors to combat the violent beasts that roam the underground.
And closest to the star is the massive Red Planet. Whatever color the surface originally was is no longer apparent, as the constantly simmering heat of the giant has turned its sands aflame giving it its red color. A remarkably resilient people dot its surface, who have found powerful red jewels deep underground, filling its people with an indomitable will. Despite their hardships, the culture of these desert folk is incredibly lavish and colorful.
The leader of the Red Planet is the demigod Abel. A genius in genetic engineering, she developed a system to enable easy and stable population growth by “borrowing” the magic-enhanced DNA of the Green folk, and the viral-enhanced DNA of of the Purple folk. The remixing of genes from the people of the 3 planets, and allowing for an element of randomness, not only made her people even more resilient, and resistant to the fires of the surface, but also led to an era of liberation from the constant need for biological procreation. Child rearing is difficult. Child rearing on a desert planet that’s constantly on fire is next to impossible. Abel’s genetic experimentation freed her people from a massive source of worry.
Much was sacred on the Red Planet. Water, of course, being scarce. Fire, despite being abundant, was also sacred. Certain dances were sacred. Desert pilgrimages. The red jewels which came to be called J-Jewels because of their natural tendency to form in clusters in the shape of their letter for J. Celebrations of life and death, of following the way of the warrior, of love and friendship. All were sacred.
All of this sounds as if the Red folk were rigid and stoic, and that Abel didn’t have a sense of humor. But most of them weren’t, and she certainly did.
I hope you’ll excuse J—our J, 002 that is—for standing bored and solitary in the corner of the pavilion while an orgy was taking place all around him. Lady Abel had thrown a massive party to celebrate the success of the creation of the Soldato J Battalion. 31 identical sets of genetically engineered cybernetic soldiers, bio-weapons, and bio-computers, as well as an entire fleet of defensive star ships.
This called for an orgy.
Nearly everything called for an orgy. The whole planet was sexually liberated from the burdens of child rearing thanks to the breakthrough of genetic engineering.
“Why not take the newly created cyborg soldiers for a ride?” she’d said to her people with her trademark mischievous grin. “I promise they’re well-equipped.”
And ride, the people did. Everyone was curious about how different these soldiers were from them. The bird aesthetic the Soldatos had was strange, but Abel definitely had a type and had been incorporating it everywhere. Might as well have beaked soldiers too.
Of the 31 clone brothers, J-002 was the least into the idea of an orgy. Though they were all genetically identical, they also had small differences in personality, and J’s brothers noticed right away that the second-made took his job maybe a little too seriously. Yes, they were all soldiers created specifically with the purpose to defend the planet, but it was okay to cut loose and enjoy the finer things at least every once in a while.
But for what J lacked in orgy-interest, he more than made up for with a deep love of his people. He could suffer some sexual liberation if it meant the people he was sworn to protect had a good time.
“Hey, if you’re going to just stand there, why don’t you take over refreshment duty? Let someone else focus on having a good time.” J-024 wiped the sweat from his brow, having just finished up with a visitor. J looked over in the direction of J-019, both arms full of offerings of drinks and snacks, somehow managing to balance it all while thrusting into a bent-over moaning guest as everyone around him laughed and cheered.
“I think he’s got it covered.”
“In that case, take the next guests that come in, and I’ll relieve you of brooding duty.” J-024 shoved J’s ass toward the entrance to the pavilion, but instead of taking up the solitary post, 024 instead found a nearby idle guest and “entertained” them. As J turned away from the oiled double-penetration, he found himself standing in front of a pair of newly-arrived guests. They were already mostly-nude, the sand from the outside lightly dusting their breasts.
One of them, initially a bit timid, looked around the pavilion in awe and growing excitement. “Look at how many people are already here! It only just started!”
The other, with a fiery and defiant look in her eye stared hard at J. “So I guess you’re the one we’re trying out, huh?”
“Ah…ah, yes. Please, come in. We’ll find an open spot.” J led them into the pavilion past his moaning brothers and giggling guests.
He found a small alcove which gave them a view of the action but allowed them to converse without much disturbance before getting into it. Maroon tapestries kept the sun from beating onto them. The two, still looking around in awe and blushing and giggling, sat next to each other on soft floor pillows, and J sat across from them. A small table between them was provided for refreshments.
A few of his brothers, including the first-made, were nowhere to be seen, were most likely entertaining Lady Abel in her private chambers, as she craved the attention of multiples. The first-made was her personal favorite. J felt the most imperceptible pang of what might be considered envy. If J was forced to point out any one individual on the planet that he had to devote himself to for the rest of his life, it would be Lady Abel.
The timid one with the bright eyes was the first to speak up, after clearing her throat. “So, are you all the same?” she asked of J, gesturing with her chin to a pair of his brothers who were wrestling in the nude for some cheering guests.
“In most ways, yes.”
The defiant one darted her eyes away from the wrestling and toward J’s groin. “There too?”
“Hmm? Oh.” J got what she was asking and removed the light clothing he was wearing. The Soldatos all started out the evening wearing draperies to hide the surprise, but up until now, he’d been the only one of his brothers still wearing anything. The reveal confirmed what she’d been asking: all of the Soldatos were dual-wielders.
The bright-eyed one giggled excitedly, “How wild!”
“So, what, having two’s supposed to make you fight better or something?” The defiant one was trying hard not to be impressed. J wasn’t sure why she seemed so antagonistic, but he figured it’d be best to not engage.
“Ah…I’m not sure. I don’t think it has anything to do with fighting, to be honest.” He wanted to steer the conversation away from rationalizing his biology to the event at hand. “Have you two been to any of these parties before?”
Defiant spoke up first, “Yeah, all the time but…” Bright-eyes had a small smile and shook her head slightly.
“No?”
She smiled and shook her head a bit harder this time.
“Oh! Well, let’s make sure it’s a time to remember” and J gestured to 019—who’d finally gotten back to serving refreshments—for 2 of one drink and 1 of another.
The drinks were set upon the little table. “2 Revelries for our esteemed guests and a Fervor for my boring brother” 019 gave a couple of small smacks to J’s cheek (prompting a fiery stare from J), then smiled at the guests. “May this drink help him be as passionate for you as he is for work.” And with that, he gave a small bow and got back to his own work.
“He seems fun!” said Bright-Eyes.
“Sure.” J added flatly.
Defiant handed a red drink to Bright-Eyes, then took one herself. Bright-Eyes inspected hers, the red-to-green gradient pairing well with the pepper-shaped glass which contained it.
J explained the drink to the newbie, “It’s a Revelry, a ritual drink only served at Abel’s parties, made from a rare desert pepper. It’s spicy, but it relaxes you and intensifies…certain feelings. You’ll want to take it slowly, let it work its way into you. You’ll know you’re good to go when you can feel it in your fingertips.”
Defiant downed hers in one chug.
“Don’t do what she did. She’s an expert.” Defiant gave a victorious smile to J and then to her friend.
Bright-Eyes gave an amazed laugh and then took a cautious sip of hers, made a face at the spice, and took a bigger sip. “Mm…What about your drink?” She chin-pointed at J’s drink.
It glowed pink in its triangular glass. The glowing originated from a pulsing jewel in the bottom. “It’s another ritual drink for…let’s say, added fun.”
“My fingers are tingling!” Bright-Eyes laughed at the new feeling, examining her hands. She could feel the sensation spreading all over her body.
“About time, let’s get started.” Defiant had been feeling the same sensation since she chugged her drink. She was again looking at J’s groin. “I take it you’re pretty good with those.”
In comparison to J’s stillness and placidity, his doubles seemed ragingly eager. “I’ve certainly had many opportunities to gain experience with them, yes.” Below his calm monk-like exterior, something ancient and primal was rampaging inside of him. His glass sat empty on the table with the others, the pulsing jewel gone.
“Do you use both of them at the same time?”
In response, J glanced around the pavilion at the surrounding activities. Many of the guests were taking advantage of the hosts’ biology to try out adventurous new possibilities. Bright-Eyes gave a chortle.
Defiant rolled her eyes. “Yes, I see what everyone else is doing. What I mean is, can you use them on both of us?”
“Yes, of course—”
“At the same time.”
“Ah…I’ve never tried that before.” J had to put on his thinking cap, a challenge as his thoughts were being washed away by his drink, his blood being routed to more important places. “I suppose we could make that work, if the positioning was right.”
Defiant slammed a hand onto the table, rattling the empty glasses. “Well, let’s see how capable you are then!”
Flatly, calmly, “Alright.” And then suddenly, in what seemed like a momentary lapse of self-control, J flung the small table separating them aside, clattering loudly upon the floor tiles, the thick glasses singing out, managing to survive the tumble. Now he had the attention of his guests, as well as the nearby party-goers.
As the 7-foot form loomed over the two, Bright-Eyes gave a nervous chuckle and whispered to her friend, “This is exciting!” with much enthusiasm and only a little fear.
J pushed the two of them onto their backs on the floor. He lifted Bright-Eyes as she let out a delighted shriek which became a snicker as she kicked her legs.
“Here,” J set her atop Defiant. “Hold onto her for me.”
“With pleasure,” as she wrapped her arms around Bright-Eyes and squeezed her belly, eliciting another shriek and giggle from her as she squirmed.
J leaned back to assess and appreciate the seductive imagery. But the stacked height difference was going to be an issue. He only had two dongs, he wasn’t a miracle worker.
Seeing the gears coming to a grinding halt in the warrior’s head, Defiant found a fix. “I think it’d be a way better feeling for everyone involved if we just…” And she pressed against Bright-Eyes’ back to lift her up. “Here, turn and face me,” as she stacked some pillows under her own hips.
A chortle, then “Okay,” and she straddled her friend and laid belly-to-belly upon her. She couldn’t be blamed for feeling a bit awkward. The two were very close friends, but they’d never really been intimate with each other. Defiant grasped her butt and gave a few teasing hip thrusts, grinding against her, winning a laugh and moan. The tingling in her body compounding the surging arousal within her, Bright-Eyes was immediately convinced away from feeling awkward.
Defiant didn’t feel awkward at all, was only loving the opportunity to pepper the other with kisses and love bites, and to touch places she’d only dreamed of. “This is way better.” She craned her neck to look at J, “Should make things easier for you too.”
J was nearly hypnotized by the gyrating softness. But the fire raging inside of him wouldn’t let him just sit idly and watch. A bowl of golden shimmering oil sat nearby on the tiles. J coated his fingers and helped both himself and the other two with a warm, slick touch. He teased their velvety slits before pressing into them with his fingers. Bright-Eyes bit her lip in anticipation, and Defiant bit gently on her ear, bringing a quiet moan out of her. Even something as introductory as this was getting quite the response from the two as the tingling sensation intensified the feeling. It didn’t take much, and even with his iron will it was quickly becoming impossible to continue stalling his growing fervor. Best get to it.
He withdrew his fingers and applied the surplus lubricant to himself, teasing them again with something a bit thicker. The positioning couldn’t be more perfect or enticing. Kneeling before both of them, he pressed into each of them simultaneously, slowly. Gasps and moans from the two of them. He slowly worked his way into them in gradually longer strokes until he was fully buried in them. He paused for a moment before building a slow rhythm that they all enjoyed.
A recent arrival to this part of the pavilion, a radiant pink figure flanked by 3 Soldatos looked on at the action and gave a small chuckle. “Two guests at once.” She shook her head. “That one works too hard.”
The pace was picking up and the Revelry was working its magic for both of them. The feeling was exponential. What normally would have felt good, now felt great. What normally would have felt great, now felt divine. They only ran the risk of feeling overstimulated, and coming down from it would take days, but what a grand few days of afterglow it would be. And because it was a sacred drink, it could only be obtained at the orgies. This was exactly why Defiant was a frequent attendee, and after hearing Bright-Eyes had never gotten to experience it, she simply had to bring her along. She wanted to share every experience with her.
Defiant wrapped her arms around her friend’s waist and held her in the bouncing rhythm, as they shared the bi-cocked soldier. She loved the feeling of the weight of Bright-Eyes’ body, her smoldering soft skin against her belly balancing out the cool floor tiles against her back. Defiant gave her trademark hard stare into her friend’s eyes the next time she opened them. “I love you.”
In the heat of the moment, Bright-Eyes took it as mere pillow-talk, gasped her response between moans, “I love you too!”
“No, I mean it, I really do.” She only had this look in her eyes when she was serious, Bright-Eyes knew that. “If there was one person on this planet that I would devote myself to for the rest of my life, it would be you.”
J heard this confession and slowed his pace, not for the sake of dramatic effect, but because it felt shockingly familiar.
“Blessed Fires, you really do mean it?” The slowed pace allowed her thoughts and her voice to come in clearer.
“I do, with all of my heart.”
Bright-Eyes let out an ecstatic shriek and threw her arms around Defiant’s neck, pressing her face into hers. Defiant, her cheeks and windpipe squished, let out a strained “Oof…‘the rest of my life’ won’t be much longer, if you keep squeezing me like this.”
Bright-Eyes pulled away, her face already moist with tears. She sniffled “I’m sorry, it’s all just so exciting!”
Defiant let the moment hang, her expression soft now, and helped to wipe the tears off, holding her new partner’s smiling, blushing face in both hands. Then, craning her neck to look at J with her hard expression again: “Hey! Pick up the pace, this stuff doesn’t last forever.”
“Ah, right,” and he issued such a stroke that won him a gasp and a moan from both of his recipients as he hastened his pace. The wholesome affair in the alluring position they were in had captured the attention of all of the nearby guests and Soldatos.
As he got back into a rhythmic thrusting, a synchronization was occurring with the pulsating jewel in J’s system. Yes, now was the time, he could let go now. He stopped resisting, let his mind go, as he entered a trance-like state. His body moved in time with the jewel. This jewel that was found in massive clusters deep under the planet’s burning surface, which powered everything, including the soldiers. This particular specimen of jewel included in the Fervor drink had a time limit, and as it grew closer and closer to the limit, its energy would surge, like a star reaching supernova.
Defiant was captivated by J’s apparent hypnotic state.
“Nnnhh….H…H-how’s he doing?” Bright-Eyes asked as she breathed into her partner’s neck, as she couldn’t see him well from her position.
“Looks like h-he’s got some kind of—mmh…spell on him…”
As the pulsing rate and its intensity both increased, so too did J’s movements.
“Ooh! Whatever it is, it’s working!” And Bright-Eyes sucked on Defiant’s shoulder, prompting the both of them to grind against each other.
It built and built and J was its vessel. J was a perfect tool to work its magic. And work it did. The pair were in absolute ecstasy by the time the limit was approaching.
The pulsing reached its peak, a flash within J’s system. He gave a jerk, the faraway look in his eyes shot away as they flew open, then squeezed shut. His hands gripped on Bright-Eyes’ shoulders. Then the jewel released its grip on J’s mind and body and dissolved.
“Wow.” Bright-Eyes breathed heavily. “That was exciting.”
The two sat lazily on the cool floor, leaning against a mound of pillows, as they enjoyed a shared water pipe. The chance to take relaxing breaths and vibe together was welcome. Nothing needed to be said, it was only a moment of bliss in each others’ company.
J sat cross-legged on the tiles next to them and held out a glass of water. He bowed solemnly as he offered the glass, in a service manner, to show that this wasn’t part of the ritual they were likely about to take part in. They both reached for the glass at the same time, but Bright-Eyes insisted, took the glass, looked into Defiant’s fiery eyes, and held the glass to her lips, and Defiant did the same for her.
This was the water sharing ritual, a declaration of love and devotion. Water was precious on this parched planet. To take part in such a ritual was a celebration of partnership and deep affection.
“Blessings, you two.”
“Blessings.” The pair replied with contented smiles.
J saw them to the opening of the pavilion as they headed out. “The party will likely continue for some days. You’re more than welcome to visit again, if you find yourselves wanting more.”
“We might be up for that,” Bright-Eyes said with a mischievous grin.
Defiant, an arm around her newfound partner’s waist, added “You weren’t too bad, big boy. Think we’ll have to come find you again.”
“There’s 31 of us, I’m sure you’ll find one of me, at least.”
As soon as J returned to the pavilion proper, several of his brothers swarmed him.
“Seemed like they had a great time, you were with them the whole night!”
“An actual water ritual right here.”
“Didn’t know you had it in you!”
“We’ll have to try that with some other guests. Way more efficient, we’ll easily double our output.”
As they all flapped their lips, J noticed the radiant pink figure on the other side of the room. She was looking right at him. With a simple jerk of her head, she beckoned him to her private quarters. He obediently followed.
“That was quite the impressive show you put on.” Her tone was powerful but gentle.
“I was merely a vessel for the ritual.”
“2…I’ve noticed something about you.”
J hoped that it was something more than ‘you’re good at using both’.
“It seems to me like everything for you is a holy ritual.”
”What are we without our rituals? Without them, we would just be animals giving into our biology’s own desires.”
Abel could only stare at him.
“I’m not going to order you to take a day off. Nor would it matter if I did. I genuinely don’t think you’re capable of unwinding. But 2…” She put a loving hand on his cheek. “May there come a day when you truly learn how to have a relaxing day off.
“Hey, you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“I don’t know your silly Earth terms.”
“Oh boy…a virgin is…someone who’s never…attempted procreation?”
“My culture did away with the need for biological procreation a long time ago.”
“Okay okay, a virgin is…someone who’s never mingled their dangly bits with someone else’s.”
“…”
A sigh, a hand snaking down his naked body. “They never used these with someone else.”
A long silence. J stared hard into his past. At the flaming desert. At the glowing caves. At the floating sky islands. At his training and his brothers and the ceremonies and rituals and orgies and at Abel. He was quiet for a long time as he lived through that part of his life again.
“Hey!”
A mechanical hand snapped in front of his face, and suddenly J was back in the present, what felt like decades later. The pink-haired cyborg was kneeling in front of him, her non-mechanical hand wrapped around one of his cocks.
“Are you going to answer my question or what?” Renais was almost losing her patience. She’d give him a few more seconds before just pouncing on him.
A far away stare in J’s eyes. Then, “No.”
Renais was about to lose it.
He focused back on Renais’ eyes. “No, I’m definitely not a virgin.”
She was taken aback. But then flashed him a mischievous grin.
“Good. Because this next move ain’t for newbies.”
(END)