The next day, Jonah ate conventional food for once as they anticipated their arrival at Karron after the long weeks of travel. They pulled into the Omicron Ceti system around 1100 and John got docking clearance from a rather unprofessional flight command tech. John had the autopilot guide the Fool's Gold into the proper docking bay and land on their assigned landing pad.
Jonah grabbed the shipping manifest for the freighter and both belted heavy pistols to holsters in the event of trouble. Karron was on the very edge of the Outer Rim, a stone's throw away from the Kirrix border. It wouldn't be total anarchy, but this was a nearly lawless colony, Jonah warned John. They'd need to be prepared for shit to go down.
They left the airlock together, the air quality taking a noticeable dive once they left the ship and entered Karron proper.
*As I recall, them miners that found the Tyrenium worked for a feller named Seb Mortimer,* Jonah sent to John through Telepathy.
*So let's find Seb Mortimer,* John decided.
They went from the docking bay to one of the main hubs of the asteroid colony. They flagged down a cab and soon arrived at the Mortimer Mining compound. An inquiry at the front desk and a short wait later, John was in negotiations for the Tyrenium with Seb Mortimer himself.
John needed all his considerable self-control not to burst out cackling as Mortimer named a paltry 250k as the price per ton. He fully planned to sell it to his friend Charles Harris in the T-Fed Navy at 100x that price. John calculated the sum total of his life savings and agreed to purchase 10 tons from Mortimer.
Signing over the ore could have been done with a simple handshake, but John insisted on having the transaction logged with the Merchants Guild. That way, if Mortimer ever found out how much he undersold the ore, he wouldn't be able to sue.
Once confirmation came back from the Core Worlds, Seb poured himself and John an amiable drink of whiskey. John nodded politely, had the drink, and left with Jonah his silent shadow.
They loaded into the ore hauler truck and started the ponderous trip back to the docking bay. John and Jonah kept up a mental dialogue during the trip.
*Notice that woman and the kid?* John indicated. *They have the same look.*
*Well, yeah, she's probably a relative,* Jonah shrugged.
*I mean that sad, sullen look like they're sick and tired of life already. Seeing a kid with that face is just sad,* John clarified.
*Well, what can ya do?* Jonah shrugged.
John had learned and accepted that Jonah genuinely didn't give a fuck about anyone except himself and very recently John. Whereas John was a selfless person, moved to risk his life for the sake of others he didn't even know, Jonah would let the galaxy burn if it was a choice between all those trillions and just him and John. It wasn't a flaw, just a difference between how they saw the world.
They arrived at the Fool's Gold. John oversaw the loading of the Tyrenium ore crates into his ship's cargo bay. He nodded to the miners and gave what tips he could afford, given he'd almost zeroed out every account he had for this deal.
John set the cargo bay for decontamination and he and Jonah went to the cockpit. Once they had clearance to leave, John flew them out of the dwarf planet being slowly hollowed out. He plotted their route to Alpha Centauri while the subpar engines got them out of the gravity well, and with a shudder the ship went into hyperwarp.
"About 5 weeks until we're rich men," John said with a grin.
"Excellent. Now, I'm hungry for lunch," Jonah said with a grin before getting on his knees and opening John's trousers.
John enjoyed a blowjob from his… boyfriend? Lover? He hadn't proposed and they hadn't had a ceremony, so certainly not his husband. Putting a pin in that thought for later, John just enjoyed Jonah sucking him until he blew and fed the man a heavy few pints of thick alien cum.
*I LOVE blowjobs,* both men thought at once, before they looked at each other and burst into raucous laughter.
John went to get more traditional food for his own lunch. Then he and Jonah did the maintenance chores until dinnertime. John cooked for himself, then took Jonah to their shared cabin.
"How you want me?" Jonah asked with a grin.
John took a deep breath and took the leap. "Inside me."
Jonah froze. "John… you mean it?"
"I love you. I don't usually bottom, but I get the urge every now and then," John said, leaning in to kiss Jonah. "I trust you not to hurt me and rock my world."
"John," Jonah said in disbelief, before pulling him into a scorching kiss.
They ended up on the bed, John on his back and his knees curled up to his chest while Jonah went to work at his entrance. John moaned and groaned as Jonah slowly and methodically spread him open with 2, 4, 6 fingers. "You going to fist me instead?" John asked jokingly, though he'd be open to that particular activity at some point.
Jonah withdrew and grabbed the lube. "We need more of this," he noted as he spread a generous helping over his new massive length and girth.
"I didn't plan to need it so much," John chuckled. Then Jonah was in position to enter him and he focused on relaxing. Tensing would just make it hurt worse.
"Last chance to back out, youngster," Jonah warned as his crown pressed up to John's loosened hole.
"I'm ready, Jonah," John swore.
Jonah gulped and then pressed forward with gentle but insistent pressure.
John's ring protested loudly at having to accommodate such a large invader. But John had a high pain tolerance, and he knew the difference between sharp discomfort and true pain. He breathed through the burning stretch until he felt Jonah pause as the head got all the way in. "You okay?" Jonah asked with such concern.
"No permanent damage," John chuckled. "Now, get the rest of you in there. I want to feel you deep in my guts."
Jonah leaned down and peppered John's face with kisses even as he canted his hips forward. John's eyes went wide as Jonah went deeper and deeper, farther than any lover he'd ever allowed back there had gone before. Finally, he felt the warm weight of Jonah's balls up against his buttocks and knew he was all the way inside.
"Fuck, John," Jonah breathed.
"How's it feel for you?" John asked.
"Perfect, and a little naughty. I always think of you as the guy in charge, so having you under me like this feels like I'm doing something wrong in the best way," Jonah admitted. He pulled back an inch and slid it back in a slow rocking motion.
"That the best you got?" John asked tauntingly.
"You want my best, do you?" Jonah asked with a smirk. He withdrew until only the head was still inside, then slammed back to the root with all the force of an industrial piston. John was seeing stars at the hit to his prostate and then the delicious, foreign sensations of being plumbed so deep. Then Jonah did it again. And then again. He never picked up speed, just continued to steadily pound the living daylights out of John with each heavy thrust.
John clung to and kissed Jonah as the man continued to drive him crazy with those steady hits to his insides. John felt the churning in his balls reach a tipping point. "Jonah!" he cried. Jonah pulled back and, to John's shock, curled down enough to catch the head of John's erection in his mouth. John pumped his load, the feeling extended and intensified by the thick invader in his rectum putting pressure on his prostate. A sense of fluid warmth inside him let John know that Jonah had reached his peak as well. When John's balls stopped twitching, Jonah straightened out and slowly eased his softening manhood out of John's ass.
John held Jonah in his arms during the afterglow. "We won't be doing that every night, but I'd definitely be up to repeating the experience," John finally said.
"No arguments here," Jonah said sleepily. "Forgot how exhausting it was to do all the work."
"Poor baby," John said sarcastically, even as he leaned down to kiss Jonah's forehead affectionately.
They both drifted off, warm and content in each other's arms.
The next day, a couple hours after breakfast, John decided to check on the cargo. And that's when he saw it. *Jonah? Come to the cargo bay doors, please,* John projected.
His crewmate came quickly. "What is it?" Jonah asked.
John indicated the scuff mark on the floor. "I didn't make that. Did you make that?"
"Don't think so. Which means…" Jonah trailed off.
"We have a stowaway," John sighed.
He went back to his cabin and got the auto-shotgun out of his weapons locker. He slammed a clip home and activated the holo-scope.
*John, this is a bit much. If they were hostile, they'd have tried to kill us in our sleep last night. Probably just a miner's kid desperate to get the fuck off that rock,* Jonah pointed out as John started to sweep the freighter room by room with the infrared filter on the scope.
*Still an intruder in our home,* John thought harshly. He reached the storage room. He swept it methodically with the shotgun's scope and found an orange outline to a closed locker in the corner.
"We know you're in there. Come out," John ordered.
Nothing happened.
John grit his teeth. "If you're not out of there in 10 seconds, I'm unloading this shotgun and spacing your corpse!"
There was an 'eep' sound and then the door opened. A short figure in dirt-encrusted overalls and wearing a dog-eared cap came out the locker. The albino-pale skin under the dirt on their face marked them as coming from an asteroid colony. They looked up at John and Jonah behind him with big, fear-filled eyes, a lovely shade of blue.
John rolled his eyes. "Well, fuck. Now we gotta turn around and drop your ass back at Karron."
"Please don't take me back to Karron!" the stowaway begged. The voice was high-pitched. Either the kid was younger than John assumed or female.
"Sweetheart, we kinda have to. Kidnapping a minor comes with some serious consequences, and that's what any random patrol who finds you on the ship will call it," Jonah said.
"I'm not a minor, I'm 18! Please, I'll do anything, just don't take me back!" the Karronite pleaded.
"Got any ID to prove that?" John asked skeptically.
The teenager reached into their pocket and handed over a worn ID carrier. John looked at it closely. Assuming it was real, and he didn't see how the kid could have afforded a convincing fake, Alyssa Marant was indeed 18 years old as of the day she snuck aboard.
*She's legal, but I'll want to check the SEC just to verify,* John sent to Jonah across their private link.
*So, a legal, adult female with nothing to lose and everything to gain, huh?* Jonah thought suggestively.
John gave his lover a look. *You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking.*
*I am,* Jonah sent back, unrepentant, before focusing on Alyssa. "Sweetie, my name is Jonah, and this here is the captain, John. Let's get you cleaned up, then we can discuss the terms of your stay here on the Fool's Gold."
"Really?!" Alyssa asked, face lighting up like a star.
Jonah nodded. John stepped aside as Jonah led Alyssa to the passenger cabin. John went to put the shotgun away, confident the waif of a girl was no threat to him or Jonah. That done, he went to the cockpit and sat in the Pilot's chair. Jonah went to leave a T-shirt for Alyssa to wear and then joined John on his lap.
*She's young enough to be my daughter, and your granddaughter or even great-granddaughter!* John argued.
*She's a woman in the eyes of the law, and they grow up fast in places like Karron. She's capable of making this decision for herself,* Jonah fired back.
*What is your plan, exactly? Threaten to take her back if she doesn't agree to be my concubine or something?* John demanded.
*Well, yeah. Best option she's ever going to get, that's for sure,* Jonah shrugged.
John and Jonah debated at the speed of thought until Alyssa stuck her head out the passenger cabin door. "Um, I'm clean," she said hesitantly.
"Come sit in the co-pilot's seat, Alyssa," John said with authority.
The asteroid bumpkin obeyed, and John and Jonah both got a good look at her now she was clean. Blonde, though the strands looked lifeless and brittle. Distractingly pretty, actually, especially with those big blue eyes and full lips. Painfully skinny, probably due to borderline starvation growing up on Karron. She had toned runner's legs, ending at petite feet. Every inch of skin was so white it was almost translucent.
She looked at the two of them, Jonah looking quite comfortable in John's lap. "So you two are… together?" She asked.
"Got a problem with that?" John asked.
"No, no, not at all! Just… neither of you look like the type, is all I'm saying," Alyssa rushed to assure John.
"Yeah, we're both pretty butch," Jonah chuckled.
"Listen, Alyssa, you have two options to decide between," John started. This was the plan he'd worked out with Jonah. "Option 1 is that you basically stay out of the way until we reach Port Heracles. You stay in the passenger cabin, you'll get 3 meals a day, and you won't bother me or Jonah. When we get to Heracles, we'll drop you off with nothing but the clothes on your back. You can get a job, barter passage further towards the Core Worlds, or if all else fails enlist. Sound fair?"
"Better than I expected if I got caught, honestly," Alyssa grinned. "But I'm curious, what's option 2?"
"Option 2 is… well…" John hesitated, not sure how exactly to go about propositioning the girl.
"Put it this way: John and I are both bi and wouldn't mind a lady joining our relationship. You up for being that lady, sweetheart?" Jonah asked with a cheeky grin.
Alyssa blushed. "O-oh. You… you want sex?"
"I'd be perfectly happy with just Jonah. He, for whatever reason, wants to get a woman to join us so we can both have blood children. Option 2 is you agree to be that woman. You'd enter into a sexual relationship with both of us, and agree to get pregnant from either of us when we're all ready for that. We'll take care of you financially and personally, see to all your needs. So the option is really to agree to be our girlfriend, for all intents and purposes," John explained.
"So, free trip to Port Heracles and then an uncertain future against being your live-in sex toy and surrogate?" Alyssa asked with a raised eyebrow.
"That's one way of looking at it," Jonah shrugged. "Ball's in your court, sweetheart. I was all for blackmailing you with taking you back to Karron, but John's too noble to do something like that."
"And you should be aware before you decide, I'm not Terran. I'm not sure what I am, but my semen has some… long-term side effects once you drink enough of it," John spoke up.
"Such as?" Alyssa pressed.
"Picture speaks a thousand words," Jonah shrugged. He logged into the console and pulled up his first video diary entry from the day he and John set out for Karron. "That was me a month ago."
Alyssa looked from the hologram of a wrinkled man in his 80s to the holo-actor sitting in John's lap. "Bullshit. That's just not possible."
Jonah shrugged. He showed Alyssa the first few seconds from each daily video diary. Like a time-lapse video, the progression of images showed how Jonah's face had morphed over time to become its current youthfully handsome form. Alyssa's jaw almost touched her collarbone.
"I didn't get sick, didn't inject myself with anything. The only thing I did was suck down John's loads morning, noon, and night. And voila, here I am, all sexy again, new and improved and better than ever," Jonah said.
"So… what would happen to me?" Alyssa asked.
"We don't know," John admitted. "Jonah was my first long-term partner. I'd only had one or two-night stands before him. He was the first man I 'fed' this much, and now he looks like this. You'd be the first woman I fed regularly, so this is unexplored territory here."
"And your cum cures old age?" Alyssa asked dubiously.
"Apparently," John nodded.
"So, if I do this, I'll stay young so long as I can get a dose of your cum?" Alyssa asked, like she couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth.
"That's our working theory," John confirmed.
"And my body probably will transform the same way Jonah's did, you're just not sure how?" she checked.
"Most likely," John nodded.
"Well, there's just one last thing to ask then: are you both hung?" Alyssa asked with a dirty smirk.
Jonah gave a belly laugh. "Oh, Alyssa, you'll have no disappointment in that department. If anything, you might wish we were smaller!"
"Sure," she said doubtfully before smiling. "I'll go with option 2."
"Are you sure, Alyssa?" John asked with concern.
"I got a good feeling about you two. More so than what I get at the thought of being stranded on Port Heracles. So, yeah, I'll sleep with both of you and have your kids and all that. I basically just arranged my own marriage to both of you, now I think about it. Is that even legal?" Alyssa chuckled.
"Three-person or greater marriages are legal in the Terran Federation so long as all parties are adults and sign the marriage certificate," Jonah supplied helpfully.
"Good to know. So, how we want to start this thing?" Alyssa asked.
"Get some good solid meals in you first," John decided. He and Jonah both stood up. "Follow us, Alyssa."
They went to the main cabin. Alyssa guessed why she was there and took off the T-shirt. "Let's see what I signed up for taking whenever you two please!" She said exuberantly.
John and Jonah both stripped.
"Holy fuck!" Alyssa squeaked. "You're both huge! And John, are those 4 balls?"
"I call them my quad," John revealed. "I also cum about half a gallon at a time. You'll swell up and look like you're pregnant no matter which hole I cum in."
"I've been living on a cum-only diet since I joined the crew last month. Now it's your turn, sweetheart," Jonah grinned.
Alyssa gulped. "That's… pretty hot, actually. Three square meals of cum a day? That's what I have to look forward to?"
"At least until you're done changing into… whatever you'll change into. If it takes as long as it did Jonah, it should be about 2 weeks of 3 meals a day," John nodded.
"Well, let's get started, then!" Alyssa said. "Ready as I'll ever be."
John sat on the edge of the bed and Alyssa knelt between his spread legs. John watched with intense eyes as she took the head into her mouth. The light left her eyes and she started to move mechanically, as every partner John had before Jonah had done. John enjoyed the slick tightness of her mouth and throat, unable to deny he was enjoying this. He loved Jonah, he truly did, but some primal male instinct was delighting at getting some strange.
*If you're having this much fun breaking in a new body, we don't need to stop at Alyssa. We can build you a whole bisexual harem, every man or woman who catches your eye brought into the family!* Jonah thought with a grin.
*Don't even joke,* John growled mentally, though the thought undeniably excited him.
*I'm not joking. Imagine it, over a dozen of us, the ladies ripe and full from your babies in their bellies and us men walking with limps from how you proved your dominance over us. All of us out on the town, you showing off the men and women you OWN to the world!* Jonah thought, openly stroking to the thought and the free show.
John saw white as he exploded down Alyssa's throat.
Jonah grinned as he watched his lover lose himself and Alyssa's belly swell up with John's load. *I'll see what I can do,* he promised both John and himself as he stroked himself off to his own release.
When John could see straight again, he withdrew from Alyssa and lifted her up. He tucked her into the bed, got redressed along with Jonah, and they settled in to pass the next 14 hours.
After dinner and the chores for the day were done, John and Jonah relaxed in the cockpit. Jonah was playing a free game off an arcade site while John was catching up on the news feeds. He opened a video of an interview with a very pretty Indian reporter named Jehanna Elani as she interviewed Lieutenant Commander Mortensen at Port Medea in the Dragon March. The subject was the increased tension and 'unprovoked attacks' by the Kintark Empire against the Terran Federation. Apparently, the Kintark had even closed their borders to all Terran vessels.
John knew that TFNN was 70% propaganda and another 15% bullshit, but what little truth came through disturbed him. "Looks like we might have a problem with the Lizards in the coming months," John told Jonah.
"That could get messy. They're the biggest military power in the Galactic League after us and the Maliri," Jonah mused. "Things have been relatively calm for centuries since the first contact war, though. Wonder why things are taking a turn for the worse."
John shrugged and noted the time. "Come on, Alyssa's about to wake up."
They went to the main cabin, John grabbing a glass of water from the dispenser. As Alyssa began to stir, Jonah helped her sit up and John offered her the glass. "Here, Alyssa," John said.
"Thanks," she said in a raspy, dehydrated voice before she drank the water in quick sips. She blinked. "I feel… wow."
"I remember that feeling," Jonah chuckled. "Like the best night's sleep of your life, right?"
"Yeah! What is in your cum, John?" Alyssa asked in awe.
"No idea. And I'm not about to pay to have a sample analyzed. If the formula gets out, I could get kidnapped and milked like a prize bull or something," John said with a shudder.
"A mystery then, unless we meet a doctor you can trust to keep the secret," Jonah mused.
"What time is it? I don't really remember anything after tasting sugar," Alyssa admitted.
"The first dose knocks someone out for 14 hours. The second is for 4 hours. The third time is when you start to stay conscious the whole time. Something in my precum, I think, does it," John explained.
"Well, then let's get the second dose out the way!" Alyssa declared.
John chuckled and went to put his clothes in the hamper. He got back to the bed and Alyssa eagerly went down on his hard length. Jonah went to strip himself, then just enjoyed the show until John came and filled Alyssa to the brim.
They arranged themselves on the bed, Jonah's back to the wall and his head on John's shoulder. The comatose Alyssa was resting on John's other shoulder. John nodded off, feeling… complete with his two lovers in his arms.
John woke up alone. *Where are you?* he thought sleepily.
*I got up when Alyssa did and we've been keeping ourselves entertained in the cockpit. She's about ready for breakfast, get that fat cock over here,* Jonah sent back.
With a snort, John got up and padded naked out of the main cabin. He found Alyssa seated in the Pilot's chair, with Jonah leaning over the shoulder coaching her on what looked like an Astro-Nav training exercise.
"What am I interrupting?" John asked.
"Our hitchhiker wanted to know a bit about how the ship works, and she's really sinking her teeth into Astro-Nav," Jonah said in an admiring tone. "Seriously, I started an hour ago and she's already into intermediate-level material at the pace she's setting."
"It just seems to make sense for me. Everything just 'clicks' as soon as I see or hear it," Alyssa explained.
"We'll make a first-class navigator out of you!" John said jokingly. "Now, hate to stop the lesson, but you ready for breakfast?"
"That code for 'blow me, woman'?" Alyssa chuckled. She turned the Pilot's chair around and reached out to grab John's hips. He willingly moved at her bidding until he was close enough for her to sink down on him without moving from her seat.
Alyssa shook off the daze just as she reached the root. She got a hilarious cross-eyed look before she pulled all the way back with a 'schlock' sound. "What the fuck?! I've never been able to deepthroat and now I'm taking this monster effortlessly!"
"All part of the Gift, or the Change, or whatever you want to call John's cum rewriting your DNA," Jonah shrugged.
"Rewriting my DNA? You didn't mention that yesterday," Alyssa accused.
"Sorry, our fault," John apologized readily.
"Any other surprises?" Alyssa asked.
"You might become psychic. John and I can hear each other's thoughts now. My guess is he was always psychic and just never knew, and his cum made me the same way," Jonah elaborated.
"Huh. That all?" Alyssa pressed.
"You know as much as we do now," John promised.
"Then let's get back to my breakfast," she grinned before taking John back in.
John was in heaven as he experienced Alyssa's unique style, so different and distinct from Jonah's. It was so much better than the plain, regular sameness of all his other blowjobs from people sent on autopilot by his precum. Alyssa's tongue poked out on a downstroke to tickle his quad and that sent him over the edge.
Alyssa drank down his load, until there was nothing left in John's quad to pump out. She withdrew and went to cup her belly. "I feel so full… thank you, John. You don't know what it means to me, not having to worry about going hungry so long as I'm with you."
"Happy to feed you anytime, honey," John said a bit breathlessly.
"Though speaking of food, John and I should get our own breakfast. Can we trust you not to send us flying into a nebula unshielded or anything, sweetheart?" Jonah joked.
"I'll stick to the Holonet, promise," she chuckled before going back to what looked like an online encyclopedia article on Astro-Nav.
John and Jonah went to get some fruit and nutri-bars. "So, you find out anything about her?" John asked.
"She's pretty tight-lipped about her past. Most I got out of her is that she ran away from the orphanage when she was 8 and lived on the streets ever since. You can imagine what she had to do to survive," Jonah said with a frown.
"Begging, stealing, maybe even selling herself," John said darkly.
"Well, that part of her life's over. Now she's got us," Jonah said brightly.
"There is that," John nodded.
"Granted she sort of fell into our laps, but I got a good feeling about her. She'll make a lovely mother for your children," Jonah asserted.
"Our children. Even if they're mine by blood, you'll be a father to them too, Jonah," John said firmly, resolute.
Jonah blinked back happy tears and leaned in for a kiss. "I love you, John. Never change."
"I'll do my best," John agreed with a smile.