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North To Alaska
AN: Be warned that while this story is not an M some people might find the implications of some of Max's pre and post coital thoughts and conversations very disturbing.
December 13th 2021
7.15am
Max stood on a chair to hang a new Canadian maple leaf flag on the control room window to signify the latest transgenic serving in the Canadian Liberation Infantry Troops. Little Bugler had going up to the frozen north yesterday to serve in the bugle corps there. Max couldn't deny her feeling of relief at not having to hear that frickin bugle going first thing in the morning anymore. Bugle must have Rooster in his DNA.
Mole came up behind her and steadied her. Max's hormones were up due to pregnancy and she couldn't deny the pleasurableness of having strong male even if slightly reptilian hands round her waist.
Mole helped her down and looked at her still holding her hand. "I'm not a pretty boy like 494 and I'm not a cute scruffy intellectual like Cale you have twenty four hours to work out if you want me or not."
Max pouted in confusion. Mole leaned in taking advantage of her confusion. He took the ever present cigar out of his mouth put a strong hand on her shoulder and whispered filthily and suggestively in her ear. "I know you X5 females have needs 452. I know even in your delicate condition you want me to slap you across the room, rip the clothes from your back take you doggie style and bite your bar code as we both climax simultaneously."
Max's chest heaved up and down partly because the waist band of her skirt was too tight due to her pregnancy and partly because Mole's description of the normal X5 sex act was turning her on. Mole kissed the back of her bar code gently. Max shuddered and had to sit down on the briefing desk.
"But I'm an X4 we have our own mating patterns." Mole continued relentlessly brushing planning papers and cups of coffee on the floor and ruthlessly pushing Max back on the table and climbing on top of her. "And I think you'll find them just as exciting."
Max's pregnancy hormones were screaming out for satisfaction so she decided to let Mole have a chance to prove himself.
7.20am
Max sat up trying to staunch her neck wound and adjust her clothing as Mole lay back on the briefing table with a satisfied smile. The Sideways copulation position that lizards used had been an interesting sexual experience combined along with Mole's forked tongue.
Max took out one of Sam's cigarettes from a pack that had got returned to Max by mistake. Max had a post coital cigarette and thought hard. She stubbed out the butt and smiled naughtily. "Give me forty eight hours Mole." Max told him.
Mole indicated her pregnancy. "You shouldn't smoke Max."
Max shrugged. "Whatever, my foetus clone can filter poisons. You're not my mate yet Mole."
9.00 am
Max stood in the doorway of Logan's apartment feeling like a blushing school girl. She and Logan had wanted each other for three years. She was getting busy with the idealistic journalist once and for all just to get it out of her system.
Logan was at his kitchen bench making home made lasagne sheets in his pasta maker.
"Oh hey Max" Logan smiled at the fecund woman of his dreams in welcome. "What happened to your neck?"
"Um blister from wearing a dangly earring." Max lied quickly. She walked over to Logan and stood in front of him. "It's time to stop dancing around each other Logan I want you to make love to me now."
"I have a bottle of prepulse wine." Logan offered her drying his hands on a towel. "I know you're not into quickies."
"I am this morning." Max told him. "Take me Logan. Take me to that place we've both wanted to go for the past three years." She looked at him expectantly.
"Sea world in San Diego huh?" Logan pretended to misunderstand. Logan burst out laughing at Max's expression.
The handsome man quickly bent down and kissed the fuming woman in front of him hurriedly. Max always had been completely humourless. It was weird even though she'd obviously brushed her teeth before she had come round she tasted slightly of cigarettes. Logan double checked to make sure she wasn't her clone Sam.
Assured he had the right clone Logan picked Max up still kissing her and walked her into his bedroom kicking the door shut behind them.
10.48am
Max lay back panting wide eyed with wanton pleasure. She had never expected Logan to be such a master of kink. Logan released the silken scarves that bound Max's limbs to his four poster bed and put the feather duster away.
Logan bent down in worship to suck the toes of his goddess. "This little piggy enjoyed the safety word being Eyes Only; this little piggy enjoyed the fur hand cuffs, this little piggy liked the hot wax dripped on her back, this little piggy was touched that I cried tears of joy at my moment of release in her sweet passionate body and this little piggy had multiple orgasms all the way home."
"Oh God Logan" Max sighed satisfied. "That was so worth the wait! Oh every one of my nerves is tingling baby. Can you go again?"
Logan looked disconcerted. "Give me a little time Max I'm thirty three and only human."
Max sat up and started to pull on her clothes from the shared pile on the floor. "Yeah I guess that's the problem."
"Where are you going?" Logan cried in anguish to her as she stood up buttoning up her leather maternity trench coat. "My god I love you Max! I want you to marry me and share my penthouse apartment and socialite lifestyle with you now that the struggle against corruption in Washington has ended."
Max cupped her lovers face. "I know Logan and I love you too. God I've loved you for three years but there's something I just have to find out first." She kissed him passionately and felt her large dark eyes moisten with tears. "It feels like I'm always kissing you good bye." she said brokenly.
Max looked at the time on Logan's alarm clock. Heck she was going to miss her flight with Sketchy. "See ya."
Logan hurled his bottle of scented massage oil across the room in frustration.
12.00pm
"Wow Max" Sketchy said passing her a combat helmet that had press written on it. "I know you always run late but you almost missed the flight. In your condition I don't think you should be leaping from your speeding motorbike driven by Zack on to moving military planes."
"I'm feeling great with this pregnancy." Max assured him. "Because I'm transgenic I don't even get stretch marks." She accepted an Energy chocolate bar gratefully from Sketchy. He was such a pal.
"What happened Max an encounter with Breeding Cult guys?" Sketchy enquired loudly over the sound of the plane. "You have a bandage on the side of your neck and restraint marks on your wrists."
"Um something like that." Max said blushing. She rubbed her wrists and thought of Logan's mastery with candles as a romantic aid. God the man was amazing in bed obviously because he was an experienced mature lover that knew how to please a woman.
Max leaned against Sketchy and dozed as the press plane flew to the battle lines in Anchorage in Alaska.
4.00pm
Sketchy and Max made their way to a field hospital in Anchorage. Max had taken a plastic turkey along with her in a backpack in case Sketchy needed a photo opportunity with the transgenic troops. All the wounded transgenics lying in bed gave her a cheer as they saw their messianic leader walk in.
Max handed out hand knitted scarves made by the X8s for the wounded troops. Max found herself eventually talking to Biggs's clone and asked him if he'd seen Alec, Zane and Joshua.
The clone shook his head. Apparently the three transgenic closest to Max's heart on the battlelines were out on the battlefields near Nome.
Max paced the floor worriedly once she left the wards and then made her decision she was going to Nome.
Max persuaded Sketchy to go out with her to Nome. Sketchy was keen because he'd heard the Canadian Liberation Infantry Troops were committing human rights violations on the resisting Alaskans.
8.00pm
Max was thrilled to catch up with little Bugler in Nome. The Canadian Liberation Infantry Troops were using the bugle division to play Brittany Spears tunes to drive out a group of resisting Alaskan National Guard holed up in a fish gutting factory.
Sketchy told Max that this was the kind of inhumanity that he was reporting to Amnesty International.
Max found out that Alec had gone out by himself with a team of huskies to look for Joshua that morning. Zane had come back wounded from a scouting trip and explained to a worried Max how he and Joshua had been ambushed by a group of extra aggressive polar bears.
Max was told by a sympathetic Canadian commander that Captain McDowell and Private Joshua were M.I.A.P.E. missing presumed eaten.
Max felt a single tear trickle down her cheek. Sketchy and Zane looked at her in sympathy it was obvious Max was in complete emotional turmoil if a single perfect tear was rolling down her cheek.
Max suddenly felt a tingle on her arm and at last a rune with a useful message appeared. It had the numbers 494 and an arrow.
Max kitted up, requisitioned a snow mobile and followed her arrow.
10.00pm
Max arrived outside an igloo in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. She parked her snowmobile outside and crawled through the entrance tunnel over sleeping huskies.
Alec was inside sponging Joshua's fevered brow. The handsome muscular transgenic looked up as he saw her.
"Of all the abandoned igloos, in all of Alaska she walks into mine." Alec commented to a delirious Joshua.
"I had to find you Alec." Max told him brushing the snow off her clothing. "You just ran off to join the Canadian Liberation Infantry Troops and I never got the chance to properly decide between you and Logan."
Alec gazed at her his face was in shadows the only light in the igloo was a fire flickering in the middle of the igloo.
Max walked over to Alec. "Show me how you feel about me Alec." She begged him, pulling off her parka. "Let me show you how I feel about you."
Alec covered Joshua's face with a jacket. Alec then sprang at Max and attacked her mouth like a shark spotting a bleeding fish in the deep blue ocean.
He ripped her t-shirt in half so he could get to her breasts and Max felt an inner smugness. She had purposely worn her oldest t-shirt so she didn't feel bad when it got ruined. Alec frantically tearing off her bra with his teeth bought her back to the passion at hand.
The huskies whimpered with fright in the access tunnel of the igloo. All they could hear was crazy shrieking and yelling from the mating male and female inside. The walls of the igloo began to shake rhythmically and little puffs of ice fell. The huskies covered their eyes with their paws.
6.00am
Joshua woke with a fright the sounds of a tom cat mating filing his ears. He removed the jacket from his eyes and saw little fella astride medium fella both X5s getting busy. Joshua smiled fondly at them and settled into a deep sleep his fever broken.
T.B.C.
AN:
1) I know George W. didn't really bring a plastic turkey to dinner with the troops. It's just a joke okay?
2)I thought about making this a song fic chapter because there's nothing like quoting a song (half your readers have never heard of) instead of making up your own stuff but just borrowed the song title for the chapter if you want the song it's at the bottom of the page and you can just imagine it going through the story if you want.
3.)I had to look up how lizards have sex on the internet to write about Mole and Max's shared moment of tenderness and now I'm terrified Interpol is going to break down my door for being some kind of pervert.
North
To Alaska
by Johnny Horton
Lyrics altered by me.
Way
up north, way up north
North to Alaska
They go north, to
Russia's home
North to Alaska
They go north, to Russia's home
494
left Seattle in the year before '22
With a clone of Biggs, Zane
and doggie Joshua too
They crossed the Yukon River
And found
the bonanza gold
Below that old white mountain
Just a little
southeast of Nome
Alec
crossed the majestic mountains
To the valleys far below
He
talked to his team of huskies
As he mushed 'em through the
snow
With the northern lights a-running wild
In the land of the
midnight sun
Yes, Alec McDowell was a mighty man
In the year of
2021
Where
the river is winding
Big nuggets they're finding
North to
Alaska
They go north, to Russia's home
(Repeat )
Alec
turned to Zane with his gold in his hand
Said, Zane you're
a-lookin'at a lonely, lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
buried in this land
For one small band of gold a placed
On
sweet little Maxie's hand
Cause
a male needs a female to love him all the time
Remember, Zane, a
true love is so hard to find
I'd build for my Maxie a honeymoon
home
Below that old white mountain
Just a little southeast of
Nome
(Repeat )
