Alyssa slid into a niche on the Fool's Gold like she'd always been there. She spent most of her time in the cockpit researching Astro-Nav or enjoying time alone with John or Jonah in the main cabin. John was happy to feed her 3 or 4 'meals' of his cum a day, and they explored their physical intimacy with kissing and hugs as well. Jonah and Alyssa had their own physical relationship.
One day, about two weeks into their journey, the three of them were all enjoying a shower and Jonah blinked. "Alyssa… I think you're through the Change."
"What makes you think that?" Alyssa asked innocently, while John's eyes widened once his mental blinders came off.
"Just look down," Jonah chuckled.
Alyssa looked down and gasped. "I have boobs! Since when do I have boobs?!
They got dried off and went to the cabin. Alyssa admired herself in the mirror hung on the back of the closet door. Her original body was 5'2, about a 28A cup, skinny to the point of counting her ribs, and pale as milk with a few scars. Her new body was 5'9, 32D, muscled like a gymnast with just the right touch of feminine softness to look extremely appealing, and had a bronze, blemish-free tan. Her blonde hair now fell to her hips in a thick mane, and her face was heart stopping in how beautiful it was.
"I can't believe it. You told me I'd change but… wow," Alyssa breathed.
*Can you hear me?* John asked, focusing his thoughts in Alyssa's direction.
She jumped. "And I can hear thoughts now too. Freaky. Cool, but freaky," she chuckled.
"I think the occasion merits some celebration," Jonah suggested with a saucy grin.
"Yes. We need to break in this new body of mine," Alyssa agreed, clearly on the same wavelength.
John found himself backed up to the bed. Alyssa swung her legs over him to sit astride him and leaned down for a sensual make-out. John sensed Jonah get on the bed behind Alyssa and then moaned as a familiar mouth covered his cock.
Alyssa in his arms felt like heaven, all delicious curves and soft smooth flesh over athletic muscle. The perfect female body as far as John was concerned. He felt Jonah pull off him and then Alyssa lifted herself. Almost before John knew what was happening, Alyssa sank down on him.
"Fuuuuuck," John moaned as Alyssa's pussy spread for and molded around his invading cock. He felt his head nudge against her cervix and assumed that was as deep as he would be going. But Alyssa just kept up the pressure, and to John's surprise he felt the barrier open before him and then her pussy lips were pressed up to the root of his prick, the head of his cock encased in the pillowy, perfect warmth of Alyssa's womb.
"That's not normal," he had the presence of mind to point out.
"Part of the Change, no big deal. Would suck if I couldn't take all of you in," Alyssa grinned. She looked over her shoulder. "Got another slot for your own tab any time you're ready, Jonah."
"DP for your first time with us? Knew there was a reason I liked you," Jonah grinned. He grabbed the lube and soon after John felt Alyssa's tunnel get impossibly tighter as a second strong male pillar pressed into her receptive female body. In the end, Alyssa was wedged between him and Jonah, their cocks rubbing against each other with every twitch, separated by a thin fleshy layer and nothing more.
"This feels so right. I know that's a line from a porno, but I mean it. Safe and full, between my two boys," Alyssa said fondly. She leaned down to kiss John and turned over her shoulder to kiss Jonah.
"To think, I had to bully John into letting you join. Imagine a life without this, John," Jonah groaned, giving a mini-thrust that rocked all 3 of them delightfully.
"I will happily defer to your decisions for all future recruitment to the crew or harem or whatever you want to call it," John groaned. "Now please, for the love of whatever God or gods exist, start moving before I go insane."
Jonah withdrew his cock from Alyssa's ass, which she followed by pulling up off John's own cock. She sank back down, taking him all the way past her cervix, and then Jonah thrust up to his balls back into Alyssa. John was seeing stars as he felt that perfect tunnel of silk and honey move up and down on him, preceded and followed by feeling every inch of Jonah rub against him from within. This was perfect. The only thing that could possibly make it better would be a cock up his own ass or a pussy on his mouth.
*Duly noted,* Jonah whispered in his head.
*One full-on orgy with you the center of attention, coming right up. Just give us a couple months to recruit,* Alyssa added with her own playful tone.
John groaned at the idea of even more devoted partners and brought his hands up to cup Alyssa's gorgeous breasts. She mewled and keened for him as he felt and squeezed with a sure, confident touch. Jonah's own hand came around and started to stroke her clit.
Alyssa reached her peak 3 times, shuddering and clenching around John and Jonah until their own climaxes arrived. Jonah bellowed and grabbed Alyssa's hips in a bruising grip as he sank to the hilt and pumped a heavy load into her guts. John's eyes rolled back and his quad lurched and gave up a good 4 or 5 pints of his spunk right into Alyssa's womb.
They stayed locked together for an endless moment, and then Jonah reluctantly withdrew his softening member from her rear. Alyssa gingerly lifted up off John and then collapsed to the bed on her side. John watched as Jonah maneuvered her and went down to eat her out. In a matter of a few minutes of sucking and two more orgasms on Alyssa's part, the load was transferred from her uterus to Jonah's stomach.
"That should tide me over until we get to Alpha Centauri, Alyssa can keep getting every load going forward," Jonah declared, rubbing his bulging belly contently.
"Imagine when there's so many of us there's a rota for who gets the next feeding!" Alyssa chuckled.
"Please be joking," John huffed, still catching his breath. "You two are more than enough for me."
"And that's sweeter than your cum, but I want to share the love. You deserve to have a whole crew of hot men and women at your beck and call!" Jonah said exuberantly.
"Unless you don't WANT a bisexual harem of willing partners all ready to share you," Alyssa teased.
"Well, sure, I won't say no, I just don't understand why you both seem so excited about it. Most people are jealous or possessive of their romantic partner, not all ready to find someone for him to divide his attention from you," John argued.
"Whatever you are, I'm willing to bet your species is naturally polyamorous and building a harem is the norm. In your cum 'healing' us, we've both picked up that trait," Jonah reasoned.
"But, wait, that makes it sound like my cum rewrote your personalities!" John said in horror.
"Oh, relax, John. It's not like we're unthinking sex slaves or zombies for you to bend to your every whim. Whatever your cum did to me and Jonah, you'll never convince me it was a bad thing. I feel happy and smart and empowered being your woman, and I want to share that feeling with any other girl you desire. And I mean that. So relax and just enjoy me and Jonah going headhunting for your future wives and husbands," Alyssa grinned up at him.
"Okay," John relented. "Just… I feel like we're glossing over something big here. Would either of you be so eager to do what you say you want to do now if you hadn't been through the Change? My cum has rewritten your very DNA, maybe it's also affected your minds."
"There's no 'maybe' about it. Your cum has made me a new man. And I love the new Jonah. The old model was a lonely old man with nothing and no one. Now I've got you, and Alyssa, and all the future members of the family. If you found some way to 'restore' me to the original version, I'd never forgive you, John. I want to stay like this, stay your man, and that won't ever change," Jonah said passionately.
John relaxed and went to give Jonah a kiss. "Alright. I won't look a gift horse in the mouth. I've got the perfect man in you and the perfect woman in Alyssa. And for whatever reason, you want to make the family even bigger. So be it. But only with informed consent to go through the Change. There's lifelong consequences, apparently, so they need to make the decision knowing all it entails."
"Fair enough," Jonah agreed.
The next few days were a pleasant blur of chores, talking, and sex. John worried a bit about birth control for Alyssa, but she assured him he didn't have to worry. She didn't give a straight answer as to why, but John didn't think about it any further. So he and Jonah continued to have unprotected vaginal sex with Alyssa, on top of anal and oral and every other conceivable kind of sexual intercourse.
One day, Alyssa shook John and Jonah awake. "'Come on, I've got something to show you both!"
They stumbled drowsily to the cockpit where Alyssa was practically bouncing in place. When John and Jonah were both seated, Alyssa pulled up their route on the Nav-computer. The current route had an ETA of 15 more days to Alpha Centauri. She pressed a button and a new proposed route came up. ETA: 10 days.
"What the fuck?" Jonah blinked.
John frowned and investigated the route. He was about to point out what he saw as an obvious error, when he remembered the Nav-computer had already confirmed the course as viable. Somehow, Alyssa had managed to shave their travel time by a third. "It's amazing, honey. I admit I don't understand what you did there," John pointed out the section that confused him.
"It's called warp tunneling!" She rattled off a scientific explanation that flew right over John's head, though Jonah oddly enough seemed to be able to keep up. "Anyway, it's safe to do even with a civilian FTL Drive and cuts down travel times significantly!"
"Put it in, sweetheart!" Jonah encouraged.
Alyssa flicked a switch and the new route was confirmed by the Fool's Gold's mainframe. Then Alyssa picked up her old foldout ID that was resting on the console. "Scan this. Please," Alyssa asked John.
Not seeing where she was going with this, John scanned the ID and got a report from Galactic-SEC. "Alyssa Marant. 18 years old. No outstanding warrants. Navigator First Class."
John blinked and stared at the last line of the report. "How the…" he trailed off.
"I've been studying really hard. I took the exam last night after you both fell asleep. It was surprisingly easy. You happy?" Alyssa asked nervously.
"You're amazing, sweetheart!" Jonah cheered, getting to his feet and wrapping her in a hug. She snuggled back into his embrace, beaming bright and wide.
John's mind was racing. It took normal people months of intense study to pass that exam. Alyssa had been studying a couple weeks at most. "Jonah, what's the square root of 13,244,856?" he asked randomly.
"3639.348…" Jonah rattled off without even seeming to think about it.
John nodded. "The Change isn't just physical. Or I should say the brain isn't left out. You're both mentally enhanced, genius IQs, I'm positive."
Jonah and Alyssa both blinked. "Huh. Now that you mention it, I have felt more clear-minded, able to do more without getting bored or distracted," Alyssa mused.
"I remember the license plate number of the ore hauler truck that carried the Tyrenium. Normally I wouldn't even notice, now I can remember it perfectly over 2 weeks later," Jonah reflected. "Photographic memory is part of the package too, I'm guessing."
"Huh. So you're both not just super hot, you're super smart. Guess my job is to be the dumb one with big balls," John chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Before either of his lovers could rush to reassure him, a klaxon went off.
"What the fuck?" Alyssa blinked.
"We're picking up a distress beacon on the long range scanners," John said, all business as he reviewed the data.
"Are we going to go help?" Alyssa asked eagerly.
"It could be a trick. Pirates pull tricks like this to lure in victims all the time," Jonah said warningly.
"It could be genuine though!" Alyssa countered.
John debated his options. "Fine, we go in dark. If it looks like we can help, we come out of hiding. If it looks like a trap, we go on our way. Alyssa, plot in the route to this system. Then I'm teaching you how to shoot."
Alyssa used her warp tunneling to get them to the origin system of the beacon and then John sent the Fool's Gold into stealth mode, lowering every system to minimal energy. He found Alyssa a body sleeve he normally wore under his spacesuit for space walks investigating the freighter's external systems. It clung to her curves quite distractingly, but it was better than her being naked. Jonah borrowed a T-shirt and trousers from John, as he had since he'd gotten his new body. John, just to be safe, suited up in his kevlar-weave armor bodysuit with ceramic inserts at major points. Then he gave Alyssa a crash course in fire safety and squad tactics. John knew Jonah was an experienced spacer and had fought off pirate boarding actions more than once, so this wasn't necessary for him. When he was confident she wouldn't shoot one of them by accident, John gave her the very auto-shotgun he'd once pointed at her. John and Jonah loaded John's twin XR73 Rifles.
They went to the cockpit to wait. When they arrived at the source of the distress beacon, they found an old Atlas-class freighter with a Terran Federation corvette docked with it.
"Aw, we're too late," Alyssa pouted.
John frowned. Something wasn't right. He had excellent instincts and they were screaming that something was off. He noticed eventually. "The corvette's docking lights aren't set properly. Most captains are sticklers for protocol, that can't be an accident. We're going to investigate."
John had the Fool's Gold dock with the corvette's other airlock. He, Jonah, and Alyssa went to their own airlock. Once the connection was stable, John opened the inner airlock on his ship to reveal the corvette's outer door. The name 'TFS Corvette Griffon' was written in block letters on the door.
John grabbed the hacking device on his belt and placed it on the keypad. A few seconds later, the airlock spiraled open.
"Motherfucker, how much did that thing cost on the black market?" Jonah asked with wide eyes.
"It's legit, I promise!" John protested. "I'll explain later," he said, leading them into the corvette's airlock. He closed the door behind them then opened the airlock door into the ship proper.
They found the first body within a minute. "Poor guy must have been there a while to get that stiff," Alyssa commented. At John and Jonah's shocked looks, she shrugged. "I grew up on Karron, guys. I've seen corpses before."
They did a quick room-by-room search of the ship. 15 bodies in total, all male. John found the Armory locked despite clear signs of tampering. His hacking device opened the door. He found Jonah and Alyssa suits of T-Fed issue body armor in their sizes and stocked his combat webbing with grenades.
The main console was broken, from a grenade by the looks of it. John, playing a hunch, went to Medical and found records for all the current crew. It confirmed his suspicions. "3 women are missing. I've seen what can happen in these scenarios and it's not pretty. You two up for a rescue operation?"
"Lead the way, John," Jonah said, face determined. Alyssa cocked the auto-shotgun in her own affirmation.
John led them to the opposite airlock and into the enemy freighter. John pulled up a model of this class of freighter on his vambrace computer and tracked their route as they moved into the ship. They didn't seem to run into anybody, making John wonder where all the pirates were. He heard a commotion at the edge of his hearing and followed it, Jonah and Alyssa watching their six. They reached the entrance to the cargo bay and John saw what looked like the whole pirate crew arranged on gantries overlooking the bay. He crouch-crawled forward and felt revulsion at what they considered entertainment.
A male Largath, a big red gorilla of solid muscle and not much brains, was grunting and moving on all fours around a panicked female T-Fed naval officer. She was wielding a broken pipe as a makeshift spear, trying to hold off the Largath and his hard, twitching 2-foot cock. The broken, violated bodies of its two previous victims laid on the ground, already dead from the internal bleeding and crushed organs.
*We've got to strike now before the Largath can rape the survivor,* John projected to both Jonah and Alyssa. *I'll throw flash grenades. Jonah, help me mow down the pirates. Alyssa, take out the Largath and help the survivor. Ready?*
*Ready!* both his crewmates sent him via Telepathy.
John left his rifle to hang from its strap and palmed two flash grenades. He threw them both and grabbed a third to throw before covering his ears and closing his eyes. The flashes and bangs went off, disorienting the pirates. John stood, Jonah coming to position beside him, and they started to punch the tickets of all the pirates with 3-round bursts.
Alyssa rushed to the edge of the cargo bay and the makeshift colosseum. She aimed at the Largath, which was blinking its four eyes in confusion. *Watch for barrel climb,* Jonah told her just before she fired. Nodding, she focused and unleashed the full clip of solid shells in a series of short bursts, staying mostly on target as she put a dozen holes in the Largath's chest. The crimson-skinned alien gurgled and collapsed on its side, dead as disco. Alyssa focused on the bewildered naval woman. "Get up here!" she shouted, pointing at a nearby ladder out of the pit.
Meanwhile, John and Jonah were picking off the pirates, but the brigands were recovering from the flash grenades. A particular cyborg with a ruby-red eye was growling and firing at them with an ugly pistol. Jonah narrowed his eyes and aimed right for his forehead. The cyborg's head went back and blood flew, but his head didn't explode as the hollow-point ammo should have done. *Subdermal armor!* he alerted John.
John grinned and aimed for the cyborg's crotch. There was a flash of red gore and the cyborg collapsed with a rather unmanly squeal. *Most get plating for their ribcage or cranium, but I doubt any cyborg short of a full-body replacement ever messed with their junk,* John thought to Jonah before going back to taking down the pirates.
Alyssa crouched down and helped the surviving Griffon crewmember climb up the last few rungs. Helping her stand and taking most of her weight, Alyssa shouted "I got her!" to be heard over the gunfire.
The trip back through the freighter was the stuff of nightmares. John retraced their route with his computer, laying down suppressing fire on the pursuing pirates alongside Jonah while Alyssa focused on helping the naval woman limp as fast as she could to safety. They reached the corvette Griffon and John sealed the airlock shut behind them. "That should buy us a few minutes," he mused.
John turned to the survivor, and realized she was no older than Alyssa. Probably a Second Lieutenant fresh out of the Academy. "What's your name?" he asked the traumatized teen.
"Second… Lieutenant… Fernandez," she said in a daze.
"Your first name, sweetie?" Alyssa prompted.
"Calara," the Latina said, eyes glassy with pain and shock.
"Alyssa, get her to the passenger cabin. Jonah, run to Medical and grab some supplies. I'll get us underway for Port Heracles," John ordered.
They went back to the Fool's Gold, Jonah staying behind for his quick errand. John confirmed Jonah was back aboard and then detached the Fool's Gold from the Griffon. He got them out of the gravity well and then sent them into hyperwarp on a course for Port Heracles, the closest Terran Federation outpost. That done and making sure the pirates weren't in pursuit, he went to the passenger cabin.
Calara Fernandez was on the bed, Alyssa with her arm around her. Jonah stood nearby with a gentle expression and a few med-kits at his feet. John knelt until his face was level with the vacantly staring Calara. "Calara? My name's John Blake. These are Jonah Bennings and Alyssa Marant. I'm very sorry we couldn't get to you sooner."
"They're dead. Everyone, the whole Griffon, they're… dead," Calara said dully.
"I'm sorry," John said sincerely.
Calara started to cry quietly, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Alyssa gently coaxed Calara out of her uniform so John could put what first-aid he knew to use. Calara had a broken nose with two black eyes, open weals on her back from being lashed with a neural whip, and at least 2 broken ribs on her left side in John's estimation when he gently prodded her bruised torso. When he'd done what he could, John offered her a couple pain pills. Calara drank them down and was out like a lamp.
John, Jonah, and Alyssa went back to the main cabin. They stowed their weapons away in the locker and got out of their armor. John led both to the shower, and they all squeezed in. Alyssa hugged herself and started to tremble.
"It's the adrenaline leaving your system," John said, hugging her tight.
"How does it work?" Alyssa asked. "How can there be men as sweet as you and Jonah and then men who think someone getting raped to death is entertainment in the same universe? Where's the sense?"
"There's no answer to that question, sweetheart," Jonah said, tucking a finger under her chin and lifting her face to look at him. "There is good, and there is evil. Can't have one without the other. There's heroes like John and villains that make those pirates seem like schoolyard bullies. Just the way of the galaxy. You'll have to find your own way to accept it."
"I really lucked out with you two," she grinned. "I love you both, so much."
"I love you too, Alyssa," John swore, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Love you, sweetheart," Jonah grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
They actually washed themselves and then went to their bed and collapsed in their usual cuddle pile.
Alyssa woke up feeling hungry. Without thinking twice, she slipped under the covers and took John into her mouth. He awoke with a moan, and Alyssa decided Jonah deserved his own treat and grabbed his shaft in a fist his preferred tightness.
Alyssa knew both her boys quite well at this point, and she'd developed some skills from years of survival sex. She timed it and Jonah erupted just as John unloaded into her mouth.
Alyssa heard a gasp from the door. She poked her head out of the covers and spotted Calara peeping through the doorway.
Jonah noticed too and grinned. "Well, come in. We ain't gonna bite ya."
Calara gave an 'eek' sound, mortified to have been caught being a voyeur. But she figured the damage was done and opened the cabin door, coming in to face their judgement. She blinked as Alyssa sat up and revealed her body. "You're pregnant?" she asked in shock, wondering how she'd missed that detail yesterday.
Alyssa chuckled and rubbed her bump. "No, I'm not pregnant. John just cums a LOT."
"I don't understand," Calara said uncertainly.
John sat up and looked at Calara, totally at ease with his nudity. "My mother was part of a research crew that went out beyond the Outer Rim, before the Kirrix expanded. She must have met my father and gotten knocked up with me, and I was born at Olympus Shipyard. Whatever my species is, I have 4 testicles and cum in pints. Alyssa will digest all that in a couple hours and look normal again. So would Jonah after I fed him, but both of them have adapted to taking my loads. The average Terran takes 6-8 hours after a load to get flat again."
"Oh," Calara managed. "So… all three of you…" she said hesitantly.
"We're all involved, yes," Alyssa nodded. "Started out with John and Jonah, then I came along about 3 weeks ago."
"You okay? You need more pain medication?" Jonah asked with concern.
Calara's face darkened. "Um, yes please, that's why I got up in the first place."
John went to get dressed, well aware that all 3 of them were ogling his ass. He got in a T-shirt, combat trousers and socks and guided Calara back to the passenger cabin. He found her another dose of painkillers from the med-kits and watched over her as she nodded back to a chemical slumber. Calara only woke up once more, and she refused food in favor of another dose of sedative.
They pulled into Port Heracles within 36 hours of leaving the pirates. John submitted his After Action Report and guided the Fool's Gold into the assigned docking bay. A med-team with an anti-grav stretcher came in and professionally loaded Calara for transport.
"Thanks for saving me," she wished them with a wave.
John and Jonah waved back with grins while Alyssa darted in to kiss Calara's cheek. "Our pleasure, silly!" she chirped. In her hand was the card carrying Calara's comm code. The medical staff left then, and soon the Fool's Gold was back on course for Alpha Centauri.
The next day, they all gathered in the cockpit for a vid-call with Calara. After a brief waiting period for the connection to be made, Calara's face filled the vid-screen. She beamed at them. "Hi, guys! Thanks for calling!"
"Hey, Calara!" Alyssa said brightly.
"How they treating you there?" Jonah asked.
"The doctors decided against surgery. I'm just recovering under observation," Calara told them.
"How'd you sleep last night?" John wondered in concern, noting the bags under her eyes.
Calara looked away. "I had a nightmare. Well, more like a flashback. The Largath."
John had known many people who'd gotten PTSD and ended up committing suicide to escape their pain. He decidedly did not want that fate for the young Latina. "Calara, there was nothing you could do. You were ambushed and outnumbered. You're lucky you survived as long as you did and that we were close enough to intervene. I know this might go in one ear and out the other, but don't blame yourself. The blame is with the pirates and Largath, and most of them are dead. Don't let this eat you up inside. Don't let them win."
Calara gave a shaky smile. "I'll try to remember that, John. Thank you."
"Happy to help a fellow officer," John grinned. "No such thing as an ex-Marine and all that."
"Oh, you're a veteran? You seem pretty young," Calara remarked.
"Thanks, but I just turned 40. I retired after 12 years in the Marines," John revealed.
"Ah. And do Jonah or Alyssa have military training?" Calara asked curiously.
"Nope, just a lot of experience fighting pirates flying alone through deep space," Jonah shrugged.
"I actually hadn't held a gun before that rescue mission! The Largath was my first kill," Alyssa admitted with a chuckle.
They chatted with Calara for an hour, and then hung up on her. "Hope she pulls through okay. PTSD is a bitch," John sighed.
"So, about being an ex-Marine… you sure about that? Where'd you get that awesome code breaker?" Alyssa asked.
"I've been wondering about that myself," Jonah commented.
"It's not that big a deal. I'm… semi-retired. I get to stay on the books as a 'consultant' and get to keep my old rank and a couple handy privileges like that code breaker. In exchange, I'm obligated to help out the T-Fed when I see the opportunity," John explained.
"Huh. So you're still Commander Blake as far as the T-Fed's concerned? Distinguished recipient of the Stellar Cluster, hero of Galon Prime?" Jonah asked leadingly, a tent rising in his pants.
"Ooh, John was a big deal before he left?" Alyssa asked Jonah, eyes bright with arousal.
"Only all but single-handedly helped end the Siege of Galon Prime and got the biggest award in the T-Fed for his efforts," Jonah told the fellow blonde.
"So I've been fucking a war hero?" Alyssa practically panted.
John had his hands full for the next couple hours.