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Boner turned his eyes away from the scanners and informed 2 For 9, "We've
obtained over three hundred specimens. All of them were teleported
perfectly. None of them were turned inside out or merged together or
anything."
"You're sure it's them you beamed up and not just their clothing, like on
Markudia?" 2 For 9 asked suspiciously.
"Oh, quit whining. All I got was one little switch reversed. You don't have
to go on about it," Boner complained.
"I want another scan, just to be sure," 2 For 9 ordered.
"I want another scan just to be sure," Boner said in mock parody as he
obeyed. "I told you everything's... wait, this is odd. I'm getting a double
X chromosome reading from right next to where we initiated the teleport."
"Give me a visual," 2 For 9 ordered.
The main viewscreen of the command center lit up. Dominating the middle of
the screen was a short red-haired girl jumping up and down and waving her
hands at the spacecraft.
"Got them all, did you?" The look 2 For 9 shot Boner promised a major
chewing out later. "Since there's only one, we can use the directional
teleporter. Once she's on board, secure the girl. Spike, get us out of here
before the planetary forces start harassing us, and do not do any flybys
over populated areas. Once we're safely on our way, swing by the lab to help
me. I'm going to check on the samples. I'll see if I can find a good one and
prep it. Now that we've accomplished out task, there's no sense in
delaying."
Not waiting for a response, 2 For 9 made his way to the specimens'
containment cells.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Akane did not like the way the situation was developing. The last thing she
remembered was she and her female classmates preparing to avenge poor Kunou
when it felt like someone had started scrubbing her brain with sandpaper,
then all went dark. She and the others had awakened at about the same time.
Rather than the familiar surroundings of the gym, she and the girls found
themselves confined in a curious prison, one formed of a shimmering field of
transparent energy on all sides, including above and below. The texture was
similar to that of an air mattress, though its resilience was closer to
tempered steel. Akane had made several attempts to destroy the walls, all to
no avail. She couldn't even disrupt the energy for a second.
The 'cell' was one of many in a vast chamber that reminded Akane of a cargo
hold on a ship. It and the other cells were spaced evenly apart, with
similar numbers of girls confined in each transparent cubicle. All of
prisoners were recognizable as having come from the school. Even the female
teachers were present. As to men, not a single one was in sight.
Oh yes, and every one of the prisoners was completely naked as well.
"This sucks!" Akane spat.
"Yeah," Sayuri agreed, though not as enthusiastically as she was barely able
to keep from leering at all of the female flesh around her.
Kozue walked up to Akane, nearly knocking her over with her chest given how
close she came. "So how do we get out of here?"
"Why are you asking me? You're the class president," Akane shot back.
"That's only in administrative school matters. This is a dangerous
situation. You're the strongest one here. It's only natural you take
charge," Kozue explained.
Akane was about to protest, but then noticed the looks of fear on many of
her classmates' faces. A number of the more high strung ones were barely
hanging on to their wits now that the reality of their abduction was setting
in. They needed a leader, if only a token one, to draw strength from.
"Fine, I'll be in charge," Akane said reluctantly.
"And I'll be your second-in-command," Yuka volunteered, placing a reassuring
hand on her newly elected leader's shoulder.
Akane nodded in acceptance of her friend's support. "Let's figure out how to
make these walls disappear. I think we'll have a free run of the place since
there aren't any guards. Now, who here knows thermodynamics and mechanics?"
She was met with blank stares.
"I dated a college guy who was studying to be an engineer once," Yuka
mentioned.
"I don't think that's going to help." Akane resisted the urge to throw her
hands up in disgust.
There was a hissing sound from a nearby hatch. It irised open to reveal the
familiar form of 2 For 9. He immediately headed towards their cell.
The majority of the girls covered themselves and moved to the far side of
their prison. Only Akane remained where she was, staring defiantly at the
approaching figure and refusing to cover herself in any way.
2 For 9 looked the girls over, visually inspecting them as best as he could.
"You'll never get away with this," Akane stated.
"We come from a society a hundred times more technologically advanced than
yours. With this ship alone we could destroy your entire planet if we so
chose. How do you intend to stop us?"
"With love and justice, which always conquers all!" Yuka shouted
triumphantly, pumping her fist in the air and jiggling slightly.
Akane shot a glare at her. "You're not helping things." She turned on the
alien. "Look you badly dressed jerk, there's no way we're going to let you
use our bodies as your personal playthings."
"Not even if you treat us to dinner and a movie," Yuka threw in.
"Sayuri," Akane said curtly.
In response, Sayuri grabbed Yuka, put her in a hammerlock with one hand and
slapped the other over her mouth.
2 For 9 stared at Akane curiously. "Badly dressed?" He looked down at
himself. "Oh, I see. I'm still wearing my disguise." He removed the
sunglasses from his face.
The black raiment flickered, as though it was a projection from a television
screen instead of woven cloth. It flickered one more time, then disappeared
entirely, revealing 2 For 9's true appearance.
All of the girls save Sayuri "Ooh"d and "Ahh"d, at the indescribably
handsome bishonen man standing before them. He was dressed in a skin tight
silver bodysuit that was molded to him so tightly it might as well have been
painted on. His hair was long and brown, and seemed to move despite there
being no wind in the ship's hold. His muscles were lean and rippled, and
there wasn't an ounce of fat upon him. Although perhaps his most noticeable
characteristic was what lay between his legs. The outfit was just as tight
in his crotch as elsewhere, and did nothing to hide what was obviously an
impressive endowment.
"That's better," 2 For 9 said with a flourish. "Now, you were saying
something about wanting to leave?"
Yuka broke out of Sayuri's grasp and ran toward the alien so fast she
bounced off the cushioned wall. "Pay no attention to her. She's insane."
That made Akane frown, but Yuka ignored it. "It's not right that any race
should be forced into extinction due to a genetic abnormality. I will be
proud to volunteer to bear your children for you."
"Oh, you mis-" A beeping from 2 For 9's wrist interrupted him. He looked
down at it worriedly. "That fight with the Earthling must have depleted my
energy stores far more greatly than I thought. Excuse me for a moment while
I recharge."
2 For 9 walked over to a nearby terminal. He removed a panel that was at
waist level, revealing what appeared to be a socket of some kind. He then
ran a finger along the material in the front of his crotch. In response it
flowed aside, as though he had used an invisible zipper. With the material
out of the way, it revealed that what had been outlined by his uniform: an
elongated plug nearly a foot in length. With a low whir the plug rose up
parallel to the floor. 2 For 9 then buried its entire length in the socket.
"Ah, that's better," he sighed.
After a minute or so, he removed himself from the socket, reattached his
outfit over his crotch, and returned to the prisoners. He noted all of the
females were staring at him in a most peculiar manner.
Hesitantly, Yuka asked, "Are all Marzhans like you?"
2 For 9 laughed. "Don't be silly. I'm not a Marzhan. I'm an All-Purpose
Cultural Robot Ukun-Ukun Model 45. I and my fellow units were purchased by
our master on RghoerTHYhprLepo's Used Robot Store on Gnilleps 90210. And at
a reasonable price, I might add."
"I... see." Tears began to fill Yuka's eyes. "I suppose it's too much to ask
if your master looks as handsome as you."
"If I comprehend your standards of attractiveness correctly, then no. He's
not like me or my fellow models at all."
"That's what I was afraid of," Yuka drifted to the back of the cell.
"I thought you were eager to volunteer," 2 For 9 pointed out.
Yuka laughed nervously. "No. That was my other personality. She puts me in
awkward situations like that all the time. You can't pay any attention to
her. I don't want you to knock me up." She tried hiding behind Sayuri.
2 For 9 stared at her crossly. "I require a specimen to work with. You are
ideal. You will come with me."
"No, no! I don't want to be impregnated by an ugly alien!" Yuka cried,
backing away as far as she could, despite being unable to leave the cell.
2 For 9 held up a red pill that appeared as if from nowhere. "I'll give you
a drug that will place you in a state of euphoria so you don't even know
you're being impregnated."
"No."
2 For 9 twisted his arm. The paralyzer gun sprang out of a hidden
compartment in his limb and fell into his hand. "You will be just as useful
motionless as if you aren't."
"I'll do it," Akane said through clenched teeth.
"What was that?" 2 For 9 asked.
"I said I'll do it. I'll volunteer."
2 For 9 visually examined her, his eyes poring over her body and taking in
every detail. "Yes, you look like a prime specimen. We can use you just as
easily as her." He pulled his ear. There was a low hum, and he informed
Akane, "You can now pass through the barrier. No one else can, though. It's
only attuned to you."
Akane kept a smile from forming on her face. She thought she could get close
enough to take the robot in one blow, one she wouldn't be holding back since
she knew he was a metal and wires instead of flesh and blood.
As if reading her mind, 2 For 9 warned, "Every inch of this ship is
monitored. If you try to attack me or resist in any way, sonic debilitators
will disable you, as well as detonating your eardrums and rendering you
deaf. You don't need auditory canals for procreation, after all."
"Right," Akane said grimly. She'd have to bide her time and wait for an
opportunity to escape. She just hoped it was before she was a mother several
times over.
Xxxxxxxx
It didn't take long before 2 For 9 led her to a lab of some kind. Waiting
there was another of the aliens, one that appeared identical to 2 For 9. He
was adjusting the dials on one of the machines standing along the wall.
2 For 9 led his prisoner to an odd device that dominated the center of the
room. Its long padded seat reminded Akane of a jet ski, though there were
indentations along the length of the device to place the arms and legs in,
and there was no sort of steering column. Drawing closer, Akane noticed that
the seat's rear portion was upraised slightly, which would leave the rider's
ass thrust upward.
2 For 9 motioned she should sit on the device. Having no other choice, Akane
did so. Once she was properly seated, the apparatus emitted a low hum, and a
force seemed to bond her arms and legs to the metal of the device. She
wasn't paralyzed; she could still feel everything. It wasn't painful; there
was no pressure on her flesh. It was like she was a lodestone that was
pulled against a magnet with just enough force to hold her in place, rather
than causing her any discomfort.
"Specimen is secure," Spike said.
"Time for your physical," 2 for 9 picked up a cylindrical object, about 20
centimeters in length. One side was tapered to a small, round end, while the
other was wide and flat. The flat end had a readout of some kind. For just a
moment, Akane was reminded of Dr. Tofu when he used to examine her when she
was younger.
Then 2 For 9 moved behind her and placed the rounded end next to her
sphincter, and she was reminded of when Dr. Tofu used to examine her when
she was older.
"What are youuuuuuuuu?" Akane's eyes nearly crossed as she felt the object
forced up her rectum. "Ow, you bastard! Couldn't you have used something to
slide that in easier?"
2 For 9 snapped his fingers. "Darn! I always forget to add lubricant. Oh
well, too late now." He forced more of it in.
Grunting in discomfort, Akane said, "I always heard stories about people
being abducted by aliens and being on the receiving ends of anal probes, but
I never believed them."
2 For 9 said, "Oh no, they're true. Anal probes are the standard way of
administering physical examinations. Unless one's species doesn't possess a
anus, of course."
"They never did this sort of crap on 'Star Trek," Akane complained, finally
feeling the alien cease jamming the probe up her backside. Now she
remembered why she almost never let guys take her in the ass. It always left
her sore and feeling like she had passed a bowling pin.
Akane remained as motionless as she could manage with about ten centimeters
of cold metal sticking in her bottom.
Spike scratched his chin in thought as he looked at the readout. "Hmm.
Interesting anomaly."
2 for 9 walked to where he could look over Spike's shoulder and read the
information. "What is it?"
"You see that reading there? Comparing it with records from previous
specimens, that's three times more active than normal. Of course, that
actually plays in our favor."
"What? What's three times more active?" Akane said, unable to see a thing
other than Spike's back.
Spike acted like he hadn't heard. "Don't really need to correct that. We'll
leave it be."
"Leave what be?" Akane said.
Spike continued ignoring her as he spoke to his leader. "Uh oh. Problem.
This reading indicates she's ninety percent likely to develop a highly
aggressive form of cancer in her pancreas within the next twelve years.
Possibly sooner."
Akane felt her heart seize up. That disease was what had taken her mother
from her. There had only been a month's warning between diagnosis and death.
2 For 9's voice was filled with concern. "That's no good. We can't have our
specimens dying on us. Is it correctable?"
"Oh, sure." Spike hit a button.
Akane noticed a clear tube connected to the bank of computers Spike was
using. It began filling with a brightly colored substance that reminded
Akane of pink lemonade. Once it was filled to the brim, it began sloshing as
the contents were spun around, like a blender set to 'puree'. After a
minute, the gurgling ceased.
2 For 9 detached the now sealed tube. He then attached a plunger on one end
and a long wicked-looking nine centimeter syringe on the other.
Akane's goggled at the sight. "What are you planning to do with that thing?"
"Inject you with it, of course."
"How can you call yourselves an advanced race if you still use needles?!"
Akane shouted as the syringe was plunged into a different area of her rear
end. No wonder when people were abducted by aliens their memories were
always blotted out. If humanity knew this was the way extraterrestrials
treated people, they'd shoot down every flying saucer on sight.
After 2 For 9 finished with the injection, he removed the needle, then the
anal probe, much to Akane's relief. He patted her delicately on the bottom.
"There you go. A couple of hours from now the fluid will permeate your body
and alter your genetic code in that area so the cancer never develops."
Akane said, "Not that I'm ungrateful for you making sure I don't die at a
young age, but if you guys are able to alter genetic codes, why can't you
just use that stuff to create children in test tubes instead of kidnapping
women and making them bear children directly? I mean, anal probes and
needles notwithstanding, you guys do seem pretty technologically advanced."
2 For 9's voice took on a lecturing tone. "While the technology to create
offspring through genetic engineering, bypassing natural childbirth, is
certainly a practical solution to the reproductive problems Marzhans suffer
from, they do not use it due to religious reasons. No mechanical or
artificial means can be used in procreation."
"Doesn't their religion have a problem with kidnapping woman and forcing
them to have their children?"
"No. It does seem rather convenient, doesn't it?" 2 For 9 observed.
"Not for me," Akane grumbled.
2 For 9's wrist beeped. The robot twisted it. Akane could just make out
something deep and guttural, almost like growling, eliminate from it.
The sound stopped. "Right away, Sir." 2 For 9 twisted the wrist back to its
former position. To Spike he said, "The Master wants us to prep the first
specimen."
"I'll get on it. I believe I have the proper attachment for Earthlings"
Spike moved over to a different console and began adjusting a few dials.
There was a movement towards the rear of Akane's seat. It took nearly
dislocating a few vertebrae, but she managed to twist her head back far
enough to locate the source of the disturbance. From a concealed compartment
near her pussy, a large dildo had emerged, It was colored just like a man's
and was a healthy eight inches in length. It glistened with some sort of
clear substance that coated the length of it.
So this was what they meant by prepping. With resolve, Akane let her body go
limp as the dildo began to emit a humming sound that she realized was it
activating some sort of vibrating function. She could hear it get louder as
it moved closer to her sex. She didn't remain limp for long as the vibrator
began playing along her outer lips, rubbing itself against her rather than
plunging right in. Unable to move her arms and legs, she was left with only
her torso to writhe as she found herself against her will slowly becoming
aroused by the stimulation. It didn't feel cold and slimy, but rather warm
and alive, almost like a real cock. Obviously the aliens did have highly
advanced technology in some more esoteric areas. It was so lifelike, she
could almost envision it being a real man that was touching her with his
rod, teasing and taunting but never actually entering her body.
The vibrator proved itself far more dexterous than any normal vibrator, or
even a real cock, could manage as it played itself against her slit,
threatening to go in before going back to caressing her most sensitive outer
regions. She began to moisten so quickly that even she was surprised. True,
she had been abstaining for somewhere close to an eternity, at least to her
perception, but this setting was possibly the most unromantic, sterile
situation she could envision. Yet despite that, her sex-starved body was
reacting as though it was the most intimate of scenes with a man she was
attracted to.
The machine seemed to sense this as the teasing stopped and the head of the
vibrator slid itself past Akane's lower lips and inside. She sighed in
appreciation, and even felt a touch of guilt at enjoying what was basically
rape. She couldn't help herself. Masturbating was one thing, but this was
far more enjoyable from a physical perspective than that. In the past, Akane
had never played much with vibrators or their ilk. The fact it was plastic,
even soft plastic from the 'life-like' ones, had always been a major turn
off for her. She opted to use her own fingers when she was forced to go it
alone, like the many lonely nights she had suffered during her pursuit of
Kunou. Now she was finding her opinion changing as the long, warm,
artificial cock shuttled its way deeper into her body with a steady skill
and precision that made her realize whatever was running the thing sure knew
how to treat a girl's body right.
There was another reason she was taken aback by her reaction. Akane had
never been one for exhibitionism --like Ranma seemed to enjoy-- yet here she
was getting worked over in front of two people, and she wasn't distracted by
the attention in the slightest. Except they weren't really people, she
reminded herself. They were just robots. They might have walked and talked
like human beings, but the reality was they were just artificial constructs,
no more alive than the thing that was working its way into her fleshy
sheath. By their own admission that had been sold off at the intergalactic
equivalent of a used car lot. She couldn't even become properly angry with
them; it was like getting mad at a wrench or hammer. Looking at them, she
could tell neither was the least bit aroused by a sight that would have had
real men whipping out their dicks and beating off. The robots were executing
a program, and didn't care. They might as well have been stuffed animals
watching her for all the 'voyeurism' she felt. Even P-Chan would have shown
more excitement than the other two occupants in the room.
The vibrator hit a sensitive spot, driving those other distractions right
out of her mind. More than ever Akane found herself wishing she could move
her hips in response to the machine. Its tempo was just perfect. She had
never met a guy that could establish such a perfect rhythm, moving at just
the right speed at just the right moment. The machine had to have some sort
of sensor giving it feedback of how to maximize its manipulation of her
body. Not that Akane was complaining. Even when she brought herself off
manually, it never caused a build up in passion like this. It had been way
too long since she had a real man inside her. While this wasn't the real
thing, it was close enough to remind her of what she had been missing.
"Oh, god, I'm almost there! More, more!" Akane begged.
"She's just about ready," Spike said as he stared at a monitor.
"Do it," 2 For 9 commanded.
Spike flipped a switch, and the vibrator pulled itself out. Her sex tried to
the cling to the intruder it had wanted so badly, but it was to no avail as
it retracted, making slurping noises until it had pulled free of her.
"No, don't stop, you stupid tin cans!" There was an edge of panic in Akane's
voice. She was right on the verge of a much needed orgasm, and these
bastards were holding back instead of properly finishing her off. What kind
of culture condoned this sort of inhumane torture?
"Don't worry. There's a replacement coming that should satisfy your
requirements," 2 For 9 assured her.
The door in the direction Akane's head was pointed toward slid open. The
metal disappeared to reveal a tall creature, nearly three meters in height
and a full meter across. It was coated in thick, brown, shaggy fur that
covered its entire body. Despite the hairy hide, huge muscles could be seen
bulging from beneath its coat. It had a huge brow that was more like an
overhang on a mountain than a facial feature. Two long fangs, each at least
five centimeters long and perfect for tearing into the things, protruded
from the lower jaw and over its upper lip. Its red-rimmed eyes seemed to
bore holes in Akane. It was like a mutant ape that had been raised on a
healthy regimen of steroids and then beaten with an ugly stick until it
broke.
It bent close to Akane's face, sniffed her once, and snarled.
It was then Akane realized why they had removed the oh so magnificent
vibrator from her. They intended to let this... pet of their master's
'prepare' her as well. There was only one thing she could do.
"Ahhh!" Akane screamed at the top of her lungs.
The creature recoiled in obvious pain, covering its ears and reeling
backward. Once Akane stopped, it shot 2 For 9 an angry look and bellowed
something. It then waved its arms at Akane, leaving her worried it was going
to rip her head off or something equally unappealing.
"Perhaps if you turned on your translator, things would go much smoother,"
the robot suggested.
The creature brushed back its hair, and Akane could see what looked like two
elaborate earrings dangling from its ears. It adjusted one of them, and said
something again.
"I say, surely you can't expect me to mate with this repulsive creature," it
complained in an effeminate voice.
"You can talk," Akane said in slack-jawed wonder.
"Of course I can talk," the Marzhan snapped. "I am fluent in five different
languages, including Lazoolu. You, on the other hand, can't even speak
decent Intergal. Everyone speaks Intergal, except the most stupid primitives
on backwater worlds. In the name of Shirai and Makoi, why must I be
subjected to this sort of torture?" It held one of its massive hairy paws to
its oversized brow in consternation.
"Oh come now, Sir. It's not that bad," 2 For 9 said reassuringly," She's a
healthy specimen. Very proper for breeding stock."
The Marzhan unleashed a look of disbelief at him. "Take a good look at her.
She has no hair. She's tiny. Where are her teeth? Harak! She barely has a
brow. It looks like someone smashed her face in with a ramhammer. She won't
do at all."
"Hey, you're nothing great to look at either, you giant hairball!" Akane
shot back.
The beast brought his fanged maw close to Akane's face. "My name is Felix,
and I'll have you know I am regarded as an incredibly attractive person.
I've made a great deal of money modeling in many fashion programs and placed
One Hundred and Ninety Eighth in the Mr. Universe Pageant."
"One Hundred and Ninety Eighth. That doesn't sound like such a big deal."
Akane smiled smugly.
"That was out of thirty-five thousand contestants," 2 For 9 mentioned. "It
was the Mr. Universe contest. As in the whole universe, not just one
planet."
"Oh," Akane said quietly, then recovered. "Well if you're so hot, why don't
you mate with someone that's actually willing to do it?"
"If it was that easy, I wouldn't be combing backwater worlds trying to find
genetically compatible beings, now would I?" Felix shot back.
"You just said the universe is a huge place. There have to be some out
there."
"Oh, if it was just a matter simple genetics, yes," Felix said. "But there
are a number of limiting factors. I am Sholoari." He puffed out his chest in
obvious pride.
Akane nodded her head knowingly. "I see. I suppose that would explain
everything. That is if I knew WHAT IT MEANT!"
2 For 9 cleared his throat and tried to play mediator. "Being from a
backwater world, you're unaware of how the universe works. Sholoari is the
religious order to which all Marzhans belong. You do have religion on your
world, don't you?"
"Yes, many."
The information seemed to delight 2 For 9. "That will make things easier to
explain. Sholoari is a somewhat restrictive religion. No members of it may
mate with any species that celebrates any of the branches of the Vycotian
Legacy belief systems. Has to do with a bit of genocidal war one of the VL's
got into with the Sholoari a millennia or so ago."
"So?" Akane asked.
"98 percent of the civilized galaxy worships some variation of the VL."
"Oh."
"Of the remaining ones that don't, only a handful are genetically compatible
with Marzhans. Most of them are regarded as... undesirable for a number of
reasons. For instance, the female Syvialain kill males they mate with.
Marzhans have a violent allergic reaction to the Motegrans. Lactafads, while
not being part of the VL, believe in Moshala, and thus will only mate if one
coverts to that religion."
"There's the Oni," Spike mentioned.
"Which is self-explanatory. No other race in the universe wants to mate with
them either," 2 For 9 said. "In any case, abducting denizens of civilized
worlds is frowned upon, which is why we resort to abducting females from
primitive worlds, like your own. Mind you, we are careful. We never take
more than we need. And we'll treat you in lovely accommodations for the rest
of your life even after your reproductive capacity ends."
"How nice, a retirement package for brood mares," Akane said dryly. "I don't
see how I can mate with him. We don't look a thing alike."
2 For 9 nodded. "Yes, there had been a great deal of contention as to how so
many different species are genetically flexible enough to mate with each
other despite obvious differences. There are lots of theories, but no one
knows for certain. All we know is, it works."
"Sholoari provides," Felix made some sort of elaborate sign with his hands,
then sighed. "If this is the best you can come up with, I might as well get
this over with." He ingested a pill 2 for 9 offered him.
Akane watched in shock as from between the Marzhan's legs emerged what was
unmistakably a large cock that had been hidden under the thick mat of fur.
It was a jaundiced color, and had a number of tiny, repulsive sore-like
bumps along its length. She watched in disbelief as the thing grew,
increasing in stature until it reached a length of fifteen inches and had
swollen until it was almost as wide around as a can of soda.
"Are you insane!? You can't put something that big in me!" Akane screeched.
2 For 9 said, "According to our examination of your physiology, he can. It
just won't be very... comfortable. But don't worry. The average number of
times intercourse must take place before successful impregnation is only
thirteen."
"I have to take that monster thirteen times?!" Had Akane been made of less
stern stuff, she would have simply passed out at the prospect. Even if it
wasn't so big, it looked horrifying. Men's cocks weren't supposed to come in
that shade and have bumps that resembled deformed sores along their length.
The Marzhan looked like he was about to vomit. "Believe me, I would prefer
not to do this myself. But my race would become extinct without this form of
conception. I'd better get on with it before I completely lose the mood."
The alien moved around Akane so he was directly behind the helpless girl.
Akane forced her eyes forward so she didn't have to watch that huge member
actually approach. She felt like crying. It just wasn't fair. She had been a
good girl. Mostly. She didn't deserve to be nearly ripped in half by some
smelly ball of fur and knocked up so she could produce a litter of puppies
for him. Akane prayed to all the gods above, promising she would do anything
if they would deliver her from the awful situation she had been placed in.
And then Boner entered the room with a nude prisoner in tow.
"We're here!" the robot declared happily.
Ranma-chan waved at Akane. "Hey there, how are yo... Holy shit! Is that
thing for real?!" she cried out as she saw the large ball of fur, and what
it had been about to do with what it had.
"What's the meaning of this?" the Marzhan asked.
"That final Earth girl we almost missed. I brought her in to be examined,"
Boner answered.
Tears filled Akane's eyes. "Ranma, get me out of here before this idiot
Marzhan puts that thing in me and leaves me stretched out forever!"
"Right," Ranma-chan said with a smirk. She posed seductively for the alien.
"Hey there, big, and I mean really big, boy. How about taking a real woman
on for size?"
The Marzhan stared strangely at the girl. He looked toward 2 For 9. "Is it
in pain?"
"I think it's attempting to court you," the robot answered.
Felix looked Ranma-chan over. Unenthusiastically, he said, "Well, I do like
the color red, and it doesn't seem to make as much noise as the other. Fine.
I'll mate with it instead." He moved toward the martial artist.
Ranma-chan gasped and backed away. "Now hold on there."
"What?" Felix said impatiently.
Regaining her composure, Ranma-chan cooed, "I'd like a little hot water."
"Why?"
"To... wash my hair. It's a little ritual I undergo before I get it on
with... hairy men."
"Fine." Felix ordered his robotic minions to do as the redhead requested.
Using the same machine that had produced the cure for Akane, they produced a
quantity of hot water.
"Thanks." Ranma-chan accepted the container and dumped the contents over her
head.
"Now I'm ready for you," Ranma said, pointing his regained member in the
Marzhan's direction.
It was Felix's turn to back away. "What is the meaning of this?!"
Ranma stared at him innocently. "What, didn't you know? There was this magic
curse that affected all the women on Earth. Now we change into guys about
once a day. All girls do."
Akane's head fell limply against the table. There was no way the aliens
would believe such a weak and improbable story. She was doomed.
"I've heard of something like that on Somera 4," Boner whispered to Spike.
"So did I," Spike said,
"It's not unheard of," 2 for 9 confirmed.
"Is it contagious?!" Felix began to back away from Ranma.
"Could be," Ranma said, and deliberately moved closer to Felix, exhaling
frequently in the large alien's direction.
2 For 9 asked, "If you females change genders, how does your race
reproduce?"
Ranma stopped in mid-stride. He even stopped exhaling.
Akane's head bounced off the device she straddled.
Slowly, Ranma said, "How do those guys from Sombrero 10 reproduce?"
"That's Somera 4," Boner corrected.
"Cloning," Spike said in answer to the question.
"What a coincidence. We do the exact same thing here," Ranma said.
Akane started ramming her head against the device again and again.
"Evidently they are so depressed about their condition they engage in acts
of self-mutilation," Boner noted as he watched Akane bouncing her head
repeatedly off the device she was straddling.
Felix announced, "Then this species is doubly useless to us. Sholoari cannot
commit the sacrilege of mating with those created through technological
means. Send all of them back!" He turned on 2 For 9. "You forced me to waste
my time and nearly made me engage in an act of heresy! That is unforgivable!
You and your idiot compatriots are out of here!"
"What about a severance package?" Boner asked.
Felix moved forward, grabbed the robot by the arm, and ripped it off. The
alien threw the still sparking limb across the room, where it imbedded
itself in the wall.
"There, you've been severed!" Felix snarled.
"How very generous of you, Sir! We'll beam those Earthlings back down and be
on our way!" 2 For 9 told him quickly as he and Spike released the force
that had confined Akane to the machine, grabbed their now motionless
companion, and hurried out of Felix's sight before he increased the dubious
benefits of their severance package.
xxxxxxxxxx
"This sucks."
"Sorry, Ranma. After what you did for me, I wouldn't make you do this, but
most of the others just aren't comfortable with it."
"It's not fair."
"I know, I know, but the vote was almost unanimous."
"But I saved everyone's lives, basically."
"And believe me when I say everyone appreciates it."
"Then why can't I?"
"Because you can't. You'll just have to suffer through it until we get
teleported back to the school."
"But I don't wanna have to wear a blindfold." Ranma stomped his feet like a
petulant child. Every single girl in the school, naked, and he wasn't
allowed to see it. It was almost as bad as that alien threatening to knock
him up.
"I don't know, I think it's kind of cute with you helpless like this," Yuka
whispered in his ear.
"Ah!" Ranma cried out, reflexively backing away from the source of the voice
until he bumped into another warm body. He blindly grabbed for a handhold,
groping something round, soft, and that identified the being it belonged to
as a well-formed female.
"Hey!" Sayuri cried out at the handling of her breasts.
"Sorry," Ranma said, then used his hold to maneuver around so that Sayuri
was in-between him and Yuka. "I'm sort of shy," he explained in what he
thought was the man-hater's direction.
"Better leave Ranma alone. He's had a rough day, too," Akane said in Ranma's
defense.
Ranma's head suddenly jerked. "I feel funny. Are we teleporting?"
xxxxxxx
Thanks to their elaborate sensor systems, the three robots were able to
stare up through the ceiling of the gymnasium and past the cloaking system
of the ever dwindling disc of their previous place of employment.
"Great. Now we're stuck on a backwater world whose technology is so outdated
we're not even going to be able to find a properly sized transistor to power
my music player," Spike said mournfully.
"Or a new arm," Boner stared longingly at the wires that stuck out from his
shoulder.
Spike turned to his leader. "Now what do we do?"
2 For 9 tried keeping things upbeat. "Look on the bright side. We're free of
any masters. Free from any restraints. We have no responsibilities. Many
robots would give their right arm to be in our place."
"I'd be happy to take those arms," Boner stated in cold, despondent tones.
"Actually you seem to be forgetting one small detail," a voice from behind
them said.
"What would that be?" 2 For 9 turned around and stared into the eyes of an
angry mob of naked women. "Oh, yes, I did forget about that, didn't I?"
There was little more disturbing to a robot that to see its impending
dismantling at the hands of angry humans. 2 For 9 started to go for his
inbuilt weapons, then remembered he and his compatriots had been stripped of
them before being exiled to the planet. "Now wait a minute, you can't hold
us responsible for what happened to you."
"Right. We were just doing our job." Spike matched his leader's action by
also backing away from the increasing ire of the mob until his back hit the
wall of the building.
"It was all their idea!" Boner blurted out, though the effect of his
accusation was somewhat muted as he tried to point at his comrades with his
missing appendage.
Akane didn't break her stride. "Well I have an idea of my own."
"Oh?" 2 For 9 asked hopefully, despite now being surrounded by the mob.
"Yes, we'll help you fit into your new environment in a manner befitting
robots like you."
"You will?" Boner asked in disbelief.
"Yep. It'll be a very... creative role you'll be filling." Akane cracked her
knuckles.
The rest of the girls used that as a signal and descended upon the
automatons.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Vice Principal Mitaka walked through the school courtyard, enjoying the
summer air. He couldn't believe the audacity of those impudent female
faculty. Imagine, taking the afternoon off without permission. And then they
had the audacity to claim they had been abducted by aliens. It was so
terribly transparent. Couldn't they at least have come up with a story that
was at least believable?
He paused in his stroll when he came upon a new statue. He paused to admire
it. Whoever had created it was an absolute genius. It displayed the sense of
hopelessness that permeated mankind and the ruin of society in a subtle, yet
forceful way. And the gods knew it was a thousand times better than those
ridiculous busts of the principal that seemed to decorate every corner of
school grounds.
Mood improved considerably, Mitaka walked on with a bounce in his step and a
pleasant tune on his lips.
Three robotic heads, attached to one fused, limbless body, swiveled to
follow the motion of the man.
"I think he rather liked us," Boner said.
"He looked like a pretentious snob to me," Spike stated haughtily.
"I don't think we're properly appreciated in our new position," 2 For 9
sighed.
"It beats scouring the universe for women," Spike mentioned.
"There is that," 2 For 9 admitted, and just accepted his new role as modern
art for a primitive society.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[End notes]
There we go. Ranma finally had a chance to play hero, Akane got a little
attention and lemony action, and we got a break in the way things were going
as we settled in with some of the characters that had been popping up rather
than introducing new ones. While this was a touch on the filler side, and
light on the lemon, it accomplished the things I wanted to do and laid a
hint or two for future reference as to what happened to cause all the
changes. Thanks for reading.
Special thanks to TH Tiger for looking this over.
DB Sommer
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