by Marcus Sloss
“I take it we filled the vacancy of a defense officer?” I said.
“No, we had a number of overqualified applicants with some great ideas, so we formed a five-member committee; a majority vote is required to approve defensive plans or strategies. I am on it, along with Perci, Torrez, Benson, and Eddy. Are you ready for your briefing my King?” Willow asked. “This was voted on and approved.”
I exited the small bathroom to see Willow without her pink hair. I gasped, her black wavy hair danced off her shoulders as she fluffed it for me. Not only that, she was encased in acrium that was black as a moonless night. Her sleeves of armor covered her arms and her shielding power plant was also equipped. I was enthralled by the triple layer of gear.
I ran to my lovely lady and picked her up. She let out a light squeak. Willow hardly weighed a thing. Wow. This was impressive.
“But your hair …” I said.
“I am not a college girl trying to stand out anymore, Eric. I am a Queen and a warrior. I will not be dying my hair pink anymore. I dyed it black, without asking, knowing you would approve. I was going to cut it short in a pixie cut, but I know you like to pull my hair while taking me from behind, so I will only cut it to shoulder length to keep my man happy,” Willow said with a confident shrug. I darted in for a deep lust-filled kiss. Her hands fell down my cheeks softly. “I appreciate your girthy approval.” She grabbed and squeezed my growing bulge. “You will get a makeover of sorts, too, once this briefing is done. Now please, sit my King.”
I slid into the booth with Nancy cuddling in next to me. Willow turned on the main view screen. Nancy snuggled into my side while Willow tapped on a few buttons, starting her presentation. A holographic image of Mansion Valley populated.
“The caves are here and we are here. Mining is being conducted here, here, and here.” Willow pointed out each location in the valley. “Our first defensive priority is the southern wall that blocks access from the county road into our valley. We widened the opening with plans for a single gate. Southbound traffic exits on the left, while northbound traffic enters on the right. Even as this secondary wall is expanding, we are planning on how it will be replaced by additional fortifications to our south,” Willow said, pausing to see if I had any input.
“We’re paving all this land?” I asked, pointing to the wide corridor that entered our valley.
“We intended to yesterday, at least from in front of the first new wall and heading south. We are going to set up quick reaction forces here and here,” she pointed out two forward locations and then a centralized spot just inside the gate, “with a small garrison here to supplement the wall defenders. But our thinking changed after seeing what was available at the market … Gravity tanks don't require the same paved roads that trucks did. So,” she identified multiple layers of tiered berms and redoubts, “we have scrapped plan to pave this area in favor of defensive strong points and walkways.”
“Hold on Willow, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. You just said we’re making adjustments, but the image you're showing me has a lot of pavement.” I paused and stared at the display while holding my hand in the air to forestall any further explanations. “You’re on the right track, but I want to add a Fairy and a Crixxi to the defensive committee. I can stomach you not wanting to waste ten minutes fixing something cosmetic, like a bunch of black on the map, but I cannot handle the lack of foresight from -”
“I know, I apologize, Eric. Perci said the same thing, but to brief you anyway before you stepped outside and saw the changes we were making and then cursed up a storm for not being briefed. She is covering our butts and instructed me to say the blame is all hers,” Willow said with a sharp gaze and serious tone, “though we both know that is bullshit.” Ah, perfect. I yanked my little moxy soldier down into my lap for a deep kiss. She pulled back and then ducked back in for another, tenderer, smooch. “Thank you for understanding.”
“Good. The Faeries only arrived hours ago. I am not concerned about the rapid changes you noted being done right away, I know they will get corrected, if need be. I expect a Crixxi and a Fairy at the next briefing you are -”
A knock sounded at the door. “I heard you wanted to see us,” an assertive female voice said from outside.
“Who is that?” I asked and Willow gave a meek smile with a shoulder shrug, her palms up. Nancy chuckled until my gaze stopped her.
“That is the headache we have been trying to keep at bay,” Willow said with a scoff. “Just remember, you could have had an obedient cockroach ... Or hell, a lot fewer, but more docile Faeries. This is what you get for trying to be nice; no good deed goes unpunished, my love.”
I rolled my eyes and called out sharply, “Enter!”
The door snapped open as it was rapidly swung to latch onto the outside of the RV with a thud. I realized, too late, that no one had cleaned off the door from Nancy and my semen artillery practice earlier; the lead Fairy just flung jizz into her hair. Well, that’s what you get for opening my door like you owned the place. Somehow, I managed to keep my expression flat.
A trio of Faeries barged in. The first two females fluttered their vibrant wings, jostling for position to be the first in the door. Elbows flew and minor nudges escalated to pinches and pokes, a full-on brawl was barely averted when the male in the back hissed at the two women to pull themselves together.
They all wore something akin to bathing suits, goosebumps pimpling their arms from the night chill they were letting in. Faeries were definitely virum enhanced, with curvy hips and large breasts on otherwise petite figures. The male had rippling abs with lean, well defined muscles. Their youthful faces had me guessing that they reached an ‘optimal age’ a tad younger than humans. Whereas we virum-infected humans looked like we stopped aging in our early-to-mid-twenties, the virum-infected Faeries looked like they were in their late teens—eighteen or nineteen. Even as oversexed as I was, I felt my cock stirring. God bless virum and its awesome effects! I fucking loved licking Nancy’s butter-cream frosting tasting pussy earlier, it was scrumptious.
Of the two vivacious looking nubile young women, a bright blue-haired Fairy with sparkling green eyes—the one without cum in her hair—got the first word in. “We demand—ooph!”
Willow slammed a fist into the upstart’s exposed abs. She connected right in the pretentious Fairy’s diaphragm, knocking the wind out of her lungs. When the Fairy finally caught her breath, she defiantly sucked in a lungful of air to yell at my wife.
Willow bitch smacked her so hard even my ears rang. My lovely lady stood tall over the Fairies, asserting her dominance. A quick glance in my direction for approval was the only sign given that Willow was not the one in command. Perfect. Inside, I did a happy dance and cheered my lovely wife on.
“You, male in the back, step forward,” I commanded, waiting for him to slip between the females. “Give me your name and kindly explain why I am hearing about problems with your kind adapting to our ways?”
“Elithen, my lord,” Elithen said with a courteous bow. Well, at least the men remembered their manners. I held up a hand, pausing him.
I dialed into the command net on my Gpad and broadcast a call to everyone. “The Faeries I acquired, the ones used to needing protection. I need their leader brought to RV3 now.”
Maria patched her video feed in and said, “I was just cooking with Longoria, and she is enroute, taking the personal underway to the Castle. Already fluttering your way.” Her hologram grinned at me, “Do you think we can get wings?”
“Uh… Maybe. We got jetpacks,” I said and Mrs. Torrez frowned. “Thanks, Maria.”
I closed the connection.
I nudged Nancy out of the booth and stood up. “You three follow me. As your contract holder, I order you not to speak, unless spoken to. Now Elithen, please continue to explain why I am getting a headache in the middle of the night because of unruly Faeries,” I said, exiting the booth by climbing on the seat and literally stepping over the Faeries. I had glanced over the
ir bio page back in the grand market. Sure they wanted to be dominated, but you’d think that would have been settled in their first few hours here.
My bare feet smacked against the stairs while I exited the RV. My eyes widened in shock at seeing the outside.
“Holy shit!” I muttered.
“See, I told you,” Willow said from inside.
“Proceed or wait, my lord?” Elithen asked from behind me.
“Hold for one moment,” I muttered.
I absorbed my surroundings. The RV was backed against a steep mountain cliff. The solid rock wall soared into the sky with the moonlight illuminating two towering Goliaths hard at work. A dirt wall was under construction, creating a barrier. The giant robots compacted the cubes of dirt and rock from the underway debris into crude walls. A backhoe was digging on the other side for what I assumed was a moat. Umm… Hell yeah! I was getting a freaking moat. Now all I needed were sharks patrolling the moat with fricking laser guns strapped to their heads. Woah! That was stupid, I realized, and wanted to smack myself in the forehead. Instead of sharks, I could fill the moat with some sort of water-babes like those Sirens. Unless there were shark babes? Hmm ... might be worth investigating.
Inside the rapidly growing wall was enough space for a castle. RV3 was surrounded by TG99s and TP63s, with a dozen octosuits out by the wall opening. RV1 was parked inside the wall, as well. Not far from RV3, sat a pavilion similar to our first dining hall. Nearby, I saw a large vat of greenish goo swirling happily to the sound of classical music. Beside the vat were armor and weapons racks. There was a whole armory right here. Score.
The sound of nail guns and wood slapping against wood pulled me from my appreciation of the armory. A construction crew rapidly attached boards to series of four by fours, creating walls. A team of male Faeries guided the boards into place. Their efforts were efficient, and I watched the crews with a smile.
I stepped towards the vat of acrium, with a motion to the Faeries trailing me to follow. A female Mounamine waited next to a set of stairs that led to the vat of acrium. She curtsied with precision while beaming a welcoming smile. Ah, this was nice to see. The Mounamine were cute in a different way; their attitude certainly improved their appeal.
“Welcome to Bastion,” I said, removing my robe and placing it next to her. I tapped her bowtie to study the list of tasks assigned. There was only one task: serve Eric Yang and his family, as needed. The little mousy woman wore a thick set of leather garments that were very alien looking. That would need to be fixed, because I could see large mounds that were stubbornly hidden by the outfit. “What is your name, young lady?”
The mousy woman looked down before speaking. I gently lifted her chin to meet my gaze and saw a warm, happy spark light up in her dark eyes. “Sammie, my lord, is the name I chose from your language. Me and a dozen other Mounamine have been assigned to RV1. We are here to care for your every need,” Sammie said with a meek smile. “Queen Perci asked for volunteers for the royal household, with a few caveats.”
“Let me guess,” I asked with a raised eyebrow, “children?”
“I know better than to discuss such things with my Master.” She blushed. “We will have your armor prepped on the table once you exit the acrium vat,” Sammie continued, pointing to a cleared space with two benches surrounded by all the gear. Three other Mounamine curtsied as my eyes met theirs. The drab leather outfits were the worst. Perci was likely fixing the issue, already.
Nancy handed off her robe and walked up the stairs ahead of me. Her wide hips and juicy booty snapped with each step.
“Thank you for volunteering, Sammie. I shall wait for my Queen to go first,” I said and then turned back to Elithen. “Return to your explanation of why these Faeries are so unruly.”
Elithen was being given dagger stares from the other two ladies, but they remained silent. Right when Elithen was about to talk, though, I heard a commotion behind me.
“Excuse me, I am searching for King Eric. I am Longoria, I was requested,” a pretty Fairy called from the underway platform station, a dozen feet outside the pavilion.
Woah, impressive. The mansion lay at least a half mile, if not further, to the south. She got here in only a minute or two. The inner man child in me desperately wanted to ride the underground train, if it even was a train.
“Ah, Longoria, please come here by my side and please continue Elithen,” I said, waving Longoria over.
My eyes went to watch through the clear acrylic cover over the vat. Nancy was swimming in the green goop, chatting away. She had a delightful smile on her face, which told me she was enjoying her interaction with a manikin form of goop that floated next to her.
Elithen cleared his throat to get my attention and began again, “We wild Faeries are used to a strict hierarchy. All species in our forests fall under this societal structure. All of them, my lord.”
“Ah, I think I get it now,” I nodded, “but please continue.”
Elithen bowed his head and said, “That means our native animals must respect their elders. In this case, we know no other way. We are a matriarchal society, males tend to be child raisers. Fairy females like Seteria and Nilvia, here, will compete mercilessly until a pecking order is established. Unfortunately, we lost our former Matriarch and her family during the purge that put us under contract. We are leaderless, and because we also are without the majority of our most dominant Faeries, we must restore the pecking order—not only amongst ourselves, but with the other species here, as well.”
I hummed out loud and tapped my chin. “And if I dictate a leader?”
“We understand dominance. Queen Willow is the current Matriarch after her display. She would need to be challenged and defeated to lose that status,” Elithen said. I paused him from continuing.
I turned to Longoria and asked, “How do you S-type Faeries operate?”
“We obey our contract holders and protectors. All reasonable requests are met with reasonable responses,” Longoria said, performing a well-executed curtsy. She returned to a stiff posture. Regal in her pose, and elegant in her speech. Her outfit reminded me of a ball gown. “We don’t adhere to this dominance nonsense.”
I nodded, finally understanding. “What would you recommend I do with the free Faeries?” I asked. “I offered to let them return home, yet their home is lost.” Longoria frowned as she gazed at the blue-haired Fairy. I then realized what she was staring at.
“If they let you mate with them already, there is hardly an issue. I must admit, I am impressed by your alacrity in this, Master,” Longoria said pointing to my clump of seed in Seteria’s hair.
Seteria pleaded with big eyes to speak. I nodded. She reached up and found my jizz in her hair and sniffed it. A quick lick caused her wings to flutter and a warm vibration that vaguely reminded me of a purr came from her chest.
“How did this get here?” Her eyes lit up. “Such a clever tactic. I want more now,” Seteria said with desire.
“My Queen was having fun earlier and you flung the door open before it had a chance to be cleaned,” I said with a chuckle.
There were five “OH’s” at once, in understanding.
“Nilvia and I are twins,” Seteria continued, “we were next in line and should be the rulers of our coven. If it still existed, and we returned home, the two of us would jostle for the top position over many fights. Here though, it is different. We are some of the weakest among Bastion’s peoples. The Crixxi unerringly beat the curses out of us; your female soldiers too.” “Even your males firmly put us in our place,” Nilvia muttered.
I folded my arms and calmly explained, “Here are your options: You may stay and will remain low on the totem pole, even below Longoria. You will help me build a mighty empire and in return, I will improve your status.” I snorted, “But it will be on my orders and according to the organization that I dictate, not based on who can beat up whom in a fight. I am scrapping this pit idea. The last thing I need is for whomever I appoint as leader to integrate
into the community, only to get their ass kicked by some newly matured Fairy and boom, I have to deal with a new replacement. Are you paying attention?”
My stern voice received nods all around. I continued, “If, for some reason, this is beyond your ability to rationalize, then you be resold at the next market and become someone else’s problem,” I said. “By that point, I won’t care.” I glared at the cowed group of Faeries. “Now,” I continued, “Longoria, what can Bastion do to improve your life here?”
“We need more vegetables in our diet, so improved food. We prefer clear pools of water with glowing fish and waterfalls to swim in. I know gossamer wings and water normally do not mix, but ours are different. Also, there are some large trees we would like to transplant that would be well suited to this area. Both the Crixxi and we Faeries would adore that. Finally, if we could get a budget for personal items, I could live like a goddess. I would be most happy if those things happened,” Longoria said in such a regal tone, that I got the feeling this lady was very wise, with dozens, if not hundreds, of years of experience managing her kind. While she explained her list of requests, the three other Faeries brightened with nods of agreement.
“You will build me a castle, correct?” I asked, tossing my hands on my hips.
“Yes Master, in exchange for a stable home, I will work to fulfill your desires,” Longoria said with a curtsy. “I don’t want to intimate that fulfilling the desires of your people will result in anything different, but please picture, if you would, what would be the case if our roles were reversed.”
“You’re wise to be cautious with your words,” I replied.
Longoria curtsied and said, “I live to serve, and have done so for a long time ... A very long time.”
Silence settled over our conversation, and I pondered my options.
