by Alyson Belle
Contents
Dedication
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Thanks for Reading
Preview
About the Author
COSMIC HAREM
Gender Swapped Science Fiction (Book 3)
by
Alyson Belle
Copyright © 2017 Alyson Belle
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An excerpt from Cosmic Harem:
“Listen carefully, Ensign,” I said, clasping my hands behind my back and squaring my shoulders. “What I’m about to tell you will seem strange, but as your superior officer, I require an open mind and your trust in this matter.”
“Of course, Ma’am.” He nodded dutifully.
I began to fill him in on everything that had happened since I had been awoken by Jeeves, and as I spoke, he seemed more and more in awe of the entire situation. By the time I finished, he had taken a seat on the ground beside me and scrolling through the same computer records that I had, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. I tried to ignore the effect that the heat of his body was having on the yearning need in my loins.
“I know it seems outlandish,” I finished. “But this is the situation in which we find ourselves. It’s reckless, dangerous and illegal at best, and a downright coup at worst. Do you understand?”
He slowly nodded his assent, his eyes still fixed on the computer screen. “It is outlandish,” he murmured. “Like some kind of story out of the movies. Jeez, Ma’am… er, sir. Ma’am? I’m sorry.”
“Ma’am will do for now if it’s easier for you. Does this mean I can count on your assistance in bringing the traitor to justice?”
He straightened where sat, letting his cool blue eyes meet my own, and his jaw stiffened as he gave a tight salute. “Yes, ma’am, of course. I’ll do everything in my power to assist and protect you.”
Now my panties—if I had been wearing panties—were soaking. But since I wasn’t, I could feel my own moisture leaking onto my thighs. There was something biologically breathtaking as a woman about a strapping young man swearing to protect you.
I stifled a gasp and bit my lip, unable to keep my eyes off his well-defined abs and thick, rounded biceps, and as he regarded me, something changed in his demeanor. When previously he’d viewed me as his superior officer, now his eyes lingered on my tits and hips with the hunger of any man looking at any beautiful woman. Our eyes met again, and my lips parted involuntarily. His hand slid closer to mine, and my fingers trembled, longing for his touch. The aliens hadn’t recreated his body with maximal sexual impulses as they had mine, but I knew just how powerful the natural impulses of a young, virile man were without outside assistance. My feminine body was giving off all the right signals, and he was reading them loud and clear.
His pupils dilated as the air crackled between us, both of us holding in a breath. The realization dawned in us at the same time that there was no law we need respect except the law of attraction pulling us inexorably together.
He seized me and kissed me on the mouth, tangling his strong fingers through my curling golden mane. At first I reacted with shock, stiffening, but as soon as I tasted him my body took over, and I relaxed into his grip. He lowered me down onto the floor, and his manly scent, both unfamiliar and exciting, washed over me and drove me wild, stiffening my nipples and sending shivers running through me yet again.
“Is this what you want?” he growled in a deep, throaty voice with more than a note of demand to it. I mewled my assent, giving him a half-lidded, dreamy gaze with my pouty lips parted in a way that had always driven me crazy as a man. It had the desired effect on Ensign Stryker as well. He groaned as his cock swelled beneath his silver shorts, and he slipped a hand beneath my dress and thrust two fingers into my hot, yearning wetness.
Chapter 1
I had passed out into a lovely, dreamy, orgasm-induced slumber after such an exhausting orgy with the newcomers Minny and Lindsay, after James (Lana in my old body) had had his way with us all, and in my dreams I was me again. The old me, with a powerful male body. I had my own harem of women and dominion of the garden to do whatever I wished, and I did exactly what the new James had been doing: fuck the women until they were all pregnant and delight in the glory of the paradise in which we found ourselves, honored and thrilled to take part in the mission I’d volunteered for. It was every man’s paradise, with no cares in the world but to play with an eager and willing stable of women who catered to his every whim. In my dream, they were all happy and willing, and I actually felt their wet, hot pussy’s convulsing around my cock, just as I’d felt a thousand times before in my old life as a man. A particularly beautiful woman touched me all over my body, caressing my rugged face and hard cock, and when she drew me down into the soft, lush grass, I fucked her until I came, my whole body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
The power of the orgasm woke me from my sleep, and I was surprised and dismayed to find out that my dream had only been a dream, if a strange one. I was still Lana, with my soft, womanly curves, and the aftershocks of the orgasm I’d felt were female ones. I might have been a man in my dream, but I was once again all woman now that I was awake.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows and saw that I was alone, the beautiful blue of the garden sky high above me in the secluded glade where James and the girls had had their orgy with me. I didn’t know how much time had passed, and I didn’t care. The verdant smells of paradise were all around me, and the soft earth cradled my legs like a baby’s blanket as I laid contentedly in an aura of post-orgasmic warmth and satisfaction. I stretched and yawned, and then whirled a blonde lock of curly hair around one finger, enjoying my state of relaxation.
Then I shook my head, reviewing the prior events of the day again—how easily they’d drawn me into their sex circle, and how willingly I’d given myself over to them like some kind of weak, sex-starved woman. Damn it all to hell, I chided myself. You got suckered. You’re hornier than a teenager and it’s throwing off your focus. Even if the alien programming had forced me into the form of a sex-crazed nympho with a teenage libido and an overpowering urge to mate, and even if I was now required to think of myself as Lana and be a pregnant woman at the mercy of my male companion, I was still a military officer. I was still James T. Mitchell in my heart, even if I couldn’t think of myself that way in my head.
I pushed myself to a seated position and tugged my dress back on, doing my best to shake off the warm, calming lull of my post-sex feelings. It was deceptively soothing—some kind of biological relaxation response to make women hold still after sex and help them to increase their odds of pregnancy. But now that my head was clearing, I was getting angry all over again. How dare Lana do this all to me? Prank or no prank, it wasn’t very funny from my point of view, and James—the James-Lana person that was piloting my ma
le body—didn’t seem bothered in the least by this weird turn of events.
I heard laughter and sighs, and rose to my feet to investigate. It was coming from through a thick copse of leafy bushes, and I crept silently closer to peer through the foliage without revealing myself. Through the leaves, there was another sunny clearing much like the one I had been sleeping in, and James played there with our two new female companions, happily fucking them yet again, all naked as the day we were born. They must have moved to allow me to sleep, and I was sure that James would keep at it until all three of us were pregnant, just as the mission demanded.
He had Minny bent over a rock, just like he had taken me earlier, and Lindsay had spread her legs, holding them wide and high by her ankles. She was letting Minny eat her out while James fucked Minny from behind. All three of them were moaning and writhing with pleasure, and I wondered whether they had even stopped for a moment. James had stamina to spare, and he was using it to really enjoy himself. Our mission was definitely going to be a success at this rate.
My earlier frustration and anger surged up in me again, even while I was jealous of how happy and calm they all seemed to be. And why shouldn’t they? This was meant to be a place where we all got everything we wanted, everything we had signed up for. The only ones who hadn’t were me and James, and he seemed to be doing just fine. Why couldn’t I adjust to my new situation and move on, enjoying the company of my hot new friends and our sexy protector?
For some reason I still couldn’t let it go that easily. I hadn’t been born a woman, and I wasn’t ready to embrace it yet, even if I had to. Wasn’t there anything we could do about this?
James might have chalked our switch up to an “innocent prank gone awry,” but I couldn’t help but notice how great things seemed to be for him. He got a whole harem to himself, or he did until they unthawed another man for genetic diversity, and he auto-won any disputes as the sole male. It was a pretty sweet gig, but it was supposed to be my gig. It’s not like it was bad to be in Lana’s body—not at all—but it just wasn’t what I had signed up for. I’d never wanted to be pregnant, never wanted to have lots of babies, and certainly hadn’t wanted to be a powerless member of a harem full of beautiful women who did want those things. Were we supposed to just sit around and nurse our babies together while Lana walked around in my body getting her rocks off and doing whatever she wanted to?
It was supposed to be my paradise. I had earned it, and he hadn’t. The fading memories of my earlier dream just made it that much more bitter and harder to accept. Would I keep having dreams like that as long as it bothered me? Jeeves could probably stop them if I asked using his little mind-altering gizmo, but I didn’t want any more mucking around in my head if I could avoid it. If I opened that door, Jeeves might tell James, and who knew what the next request would be? Make me a little more pliable? A little dumber? A little happier to be a stereotypical pregnant woman in James’ fancy harem? Those seemed like requests Jeeves might be all too happy to comply with if it meant the preservation of the human species.
A niggling doubt wormed its way into me and insistently ate at me. Being the patriarch of our species was the life I’d planned for, and the life I’d gotten by being the best soldier of my class and the brave man who had volunteered for a mission he might never wake up from. Supposedly our switch was all a coincidence, so why did it feel so much like Lana had stolen my destiny and left me to wind up as a pregnant fucktoy in someone else’s fantasy garden? I bit my lip, trying to decide what to do. Lana-James had already made it clear that he wasn’t going to talk about this with me, and he’d be even less willing to do so now that he had two hot new toys to play with (plus I was already pregnant). He could just ignore me for nine months if I pressed the issue and made things uncomfortable, and who knew how far the limits of his authority went? He might even be able to order Jeeves to isolate me from him “for my own good” until I had the baby, and I’d be powerless to stop him.
No, what I needed to do was some stealth investigation, now, while he was distracted by the girls and thinking I was sleeping.
I let the bushes fall gently back into place and backed away slowly, being careful not to make a noise. When I had traveled far enough back through the garden that I was on the other side of the lagoon, I called for Jeeves in a quiet voice.
“Yes, mistress? You called? Is everything to your liking?” Jeeves now bobbled beside me in midair, happy to address my every whim… as long as those whims didn’t contradict the holy will of James.
I glared at him, but then adopted the softest friendliest tone I could. “Oh, Jeeves. Everything is so wonderful. The new girls are lovely, and everything is fantastic. I just find that I’m getting a little bored at the moment.”
“I can materialize all manner of games and activities for you,” Jeeves offered. “Though in your condition activities that are too strenuous are discouraged. What did you have in mind?”
“It’s just that I have all this training to interact with technical systems… I’m feeling like a challenge. Is there a computer I could try interacting with on the alien ship? Maybe something with information or controls?”
Jeeves buzzed in a way that seemed worrisome. “Of course we can’t allow you to interact with exceedingly complex systems of your benefactors, but we have the whole of human television, movies, and videogames at our disposal if you’d like. There are also historical archives for you to review if you’d like to learn more about your history after you were frozen, and some limited information about the capabilities of your new home. James has been reviewing those at his leisure whenever he has a spare moment.”
I frowned and thought through my options. It might be useful to learn more about the alien systems, especially if James was going through them, but it wouldn’t tell me anything about the details of how I got here.
“What about our capsules?” I asked. “Is there diagnostic data or records available from those.”
“The diagnostic data from your preservation units was lost when they failed, allowing your physical bodies to decay, but we do have backups of the readings and preparation records up to that point. Would you like to review them?”
“Yes, please!” I said eagerly.
Jeeves wobbled in affirmation and a door slid open in the middle of the air, just like the doors we’d all entered through.
“This way, please,” he said, floating through the new opening. “You’ll need to access the records directly from your capsule’s computer, and you can return to the garden afterward.”
Chapter 2
I wasted no time in following the little robot quickly through the opening he had created, and shivered as the temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. The door slid closed behind us, revealing a long, metal-colored corridor without doors or windows except for the portal at the other end. My nipples sprang out and poked through my thin, silvery dress, another annoying side effect of this female body, and I rubbed them with my hands, trying to warm my breasts up.
“I am reading discomfort from your body. Allow me to resolve it.” Jeeves hummed, his light beeping purple for a moment, and the air instantly warmed a few degrees. I dropped my hands to my sides, relieved, and glanced around the strange hallway again. This seemed to be the actual interior of the alien ship, unless there was an even weirder surface hidden behind some holograms, and I was surprised he had allowed me back into this area.
“I thought the ship was off limits to us,” I said. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“Of course it is fine, mistress. I would not allow it otherwise.” Jeeves sounded amused. “We want only for your happiness and flourishing, and you have no limits except those that would be harmful to you. You’re free to roam the ship as you like, or even view the planet from which your species originated, though we expect you’ll be the most comfortable in the garden.”
“Earth?” I froze where I stood in the featureless gray hallway, my heart pounding. “I can see my home?”
“Yes, though you may find it distressful…”
“Show me,” I demanded.
“Very well.” Jeeves whirred and a panel beside us slid open. Where the wall had been featureless, seamless metal a moment prior, now I was looking out through a thick glass panel. A vast swath of stars radiated out into the distance in what was unmistakably the patterns local to our star system. I stood for a moment in awe, taken aback by the beauty of it, but then I noticed a huge, black, pitted rock floating in the lower right side of the image. It looked misshapen and shadowed and was covered in a purplish-black mist. My heart sank as I gazed at it.
“That can’t be…”
“Yes,” Jeeves intoned. “That is your Earth.”
I sank to my knees and pressed my head and hands against the cold, thick glass, staring at the long-dead planet that had once been my home. I had known that Earth was gone, of course—it was the first thing Jeeves had told me when he had awoken me. But it was a whole other feeling to see the grim sight with my own eyes. Up until now, it had been an abstraction. I remained there for a moment, letting the reality of it all sink in. We weren’t playing a game. Earth was gone, and it really was up to those of us left to repopulate the human species.
Am I being selfish? I wondered. I’m so focused on my own, petty problems, when the literal fate of our species hangs in the balance. In that way, I’m no better than any of my own ancestors… I laughed at the irony. There was nothing more human than selfishness when it came to survival.
Suddenly, anger overcame me, and I balled up a fist and smashed it against the glass.
“Mistress, be careful,” Jeeves warned. “I sense you are distressed, but I must not allow you to harm yourself.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I murmured. “Please lead on to the computer console.”
I picked myself up and followed behind the bobbing robot, trying to keep my emotions in check. I was angry at Lana, the real Lana, for being so careless as to play a prank at all. This was all her fault. I was mad because she had taken my body and my rightful place in the repopulation of the human species, but more than that, who knew what she might have inadvertently messed up with her bad behavior? What if our brains hadn’t worked across opposite-sex biology? There would have been no way for the aliens to know why the resurrected creatures weren’t surviving, and they would have just moved on. Or what if it had caused some other complication? It was horribly unprofessional and unbecoming of an officer. I straightened my dress and harrumphed in frustration. The worst part is that I couldn’t even chastise her, because she didn’t seem to care. She was too happy playing king of her little castle in her ‘accidentally’ stolen body.
