Author’s note: This story is incomplete. It was started over on Storiesonline, five chapters having been written before a serious health issue it. I have little desire to finish now, and have moved on. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Alan awoke with a start.
It was still dark, the blue numbers on his bedside clock showing 3-something. The last few numbers were a bit blurry. He closed his eyes. Alan had just... just what? Dreamed? Had it been a dream? There was nothing else it could have been. That's what every image and sound you experienced while you slept was. Dreams.
Yet...
He wanted to forget it. Fall back into slumber, dreamless oblivion. Unbidden, the images returned. Swirls of colors. A sense of dread. Horror. Destruction. Then, a light. A voice. Hope. Salvation. Faces. Faces he knew, yet didn't. Female faces, almost those of classmates.
They looked at him with love.
Alan opened his eyes. The clock read 6:30. Time to wake. He pushed himself up. His head throbbed. Yet... he felt calm. As if some fog had descended, even as the universe had opened up. As if he now... KNEW. Knew answers to the only questions worth answering.
He shook his head. It faded, if only slightly. He'd worry about it later.
****
The shower didn't help. His mind, not body, needed cleansing. Alan paused, shampoo half lathered in his short hair. No. Not quite. Warm water spraying over his body, he DID feel something. A... cleansing that was more than physical. He relaxed, hands falling to his side. The fog seemed to be flowing away. Truth became clearer.
Truth? What Truth?
Ah, that WAS the question.
****
His mother was staring at him as he ate, the cereal in his bowl quickly vanishing. He frowned, as much as he could with his mouth full. She was normally gone by now, glass of orange juice her only breakfast. She frowned back, brow furrowing under her curly black hair.
"Are you OK?"
He swallowed. If she had asked if he felt normal, he would have answered 'no.' He in no way felt normal. But, OK? Nothing about this felt bad, so...
"I'm OK." He took a sip of his own juice. She slowly nodded.
"OK. I'll be late again."
"OK." He looked back down at his bowl. The milk seemed to swirl around the remaining flake. "I'm... OK."
****
His mind had divided its attention.
As school went on around him, classes and classmates appearing as a swirl, his lesser faculties dealt with reality. Writing notes, talking to others, all went on almost subconsciously. A daydream. A distraction from what he now saw was the most important thing in the universe.
Her.
Alan looked around as he sat in the courtyard, back against the beech tree. His senses saw her everywhere. In every blade of grass, every brick of the wall. Every ladybug and human. How had he been blind? Why was everyone else blind? He turned his head, looking through the large window into the cafeteria. His mind saw her swirling around all, yet they went on eating and talking. Went on as if the Glory was not right there. As if the Glory was not for them...
"Excuse me."
His subconscious begged for attention. He raised his eyes, contemplating this interruption.
The world shimmered around her. She had the bearing of a Senior, although not one he could recall seeing. Her curly brown hair fell to her shoulders, swept back behind her ears. Light brown eyes looked down at him. She stepped back, clutching a lunch bag and phone. A green blouse fell past the pockets of her faded jeans, black belt acting as a fashion accessory highlighting her waist. Her bra was faintly visible. Alan found his eyes going to hers.
"Yes?"
She looked away. The shimmering was still there, seeming to distort the world around her even as she became more focused. Her brown eyes flicked back to him.
"Y-you're in my spot. I always sit here."
It was the first time, in three years of high school, that he had not found a place inside. Indeed, Alan had never paid attention to the square patch of nature walled in by the school. His mind too had focused on that which was no longer important. That she had found shelter, here, away from that world...
"If you yearn, sit." He gestured to the grass beside the stone path.
Her surprise mirrored his. He did not know what he was doing. Yet, he DID. Even as his mind focused, the Truth came. He was here to help. Help those who wanted to be helped. They would come to him.
She lowered herself to the ground.
Alan smiled.
"What is your name?"
"Brenda." Her eyes kept flicking away from him, then back. He clasped his hands together in his lap.
"I'm Alan." A slight smile touched her lips. Alan felt something in his mind. Felt Understanding. He leaned forward. "You seek Truth."
Brenda frowned. Before she could question, he went on.
"You seek the Truth about Truth. The Truth about Glory. The Glory that is Love." Her eyes widened. "The Love that is around us. For it is. One need just look. Mind and heart open. See the Love that is the Universe, the Universe that is Love."
She leaned forward, lunch bag still clutched in her hand.
"God..."
"God is a name without meaning. Its meaning changes every place it is spoken. No. Not God or Jesus. They are for those who have not seen."
Her body seemed to be closer, their crossed legs just two feet apart.
"Who, then?"
"Her." He leaned back against the tree, eyes on the blue sky above. "I have not learned her name, but I see her in every cloud, every leaf. She has come down to save those who would be saved. Those who would follow." His eyes dropped to hers. "To follow her, follow me."
****
Brenda almost ran to the corner of the cafeteria, ignoring the looks of those around her. She threw herself into a chair at an empty table, ripping open her bagged lunch. There were still five minutes left in the period. She had spent the rest of it...
How? Not eating, obviously. She bit down on the salami and cheese sandwich, the tomato only partly having made the bread soggy. As she chewed, she opened the bottle of V8.
What was that guy?, she glanced out the large glass window. He was still there, partly visible sitting against the tree. Just a plain black haired guy. Nothing special. Yet... She took another bite. What he had said over the last half hour was a swirl of images. How can words be images? Yet they were. She had seen more than heard.
Love.
She had seen Love.
It had surrounded him. Flowed through him. She didn't love him. No. She didn't even KNOW him! But... From him came Love. Love from Her. Who was Her? She didn't know. But, through him she would. Would know.
Brenda shook her head. She had to talk to someone. This was too much. She could just be crazy. Jeanie. She'd talk to Jeanie.
****
"Sounds like a nut. A religious nut."
Brenda sighed as her friend closed her locker. She shrugged as Jeanie gave her a disapproving look, lock secured.
"I know. That's why I'm telling you. When I was there, beside him, it all seemed so..."
"Is he studly?"
Brenda snorted.
"No. Not that we are, either."
"Hey, Ken!" Jeanie raised her voice at a passing guy. "Wanna sleep with us?" Brenda groaned as he slowed down, those around Ken laughing. Attention like this she didn't need.
"Sure!" He grinned at them. Jeanie waved her hand at him.
"Too bad! Go away." Ken laughed as he moved on with his companions. Jeanie looked at Brenda. "See? We're not fashion models, but we have our own beauty. Can hold our own. Don't fall for the first guy to say something good about you."
"This guy didn't..."
The bell rang.
"Let's go!" Jeanie took her hand. They'd talk later.
****
He was standing on the edge of the sidewalk, eyes seemingly unfocused as the two walked out of the school. Brenda pulled Jeanie off to the right, away from the flow of kids. She pointed.
"There he is."
She focused on Jeanie as Jeanie give Alan the once over. Her best friend was not, quite, the stereotypical "fat" friend, just as she was not your normal "shy" one. Jeanie had a few extra pounds, but they were distributed rather well. Her oversized t-shirt was a bit tight, breasts seeing to that. Straight black hair fell just past her shoulders. Her expression was... not impressed.
"Him."
"Yes."
"Don't see it. Let's talk to him."
Brenda followed, nervous. Did she want Jeanie to be impressed with this guy? Or did she want to realize he was just some scam artist after all? Either would settle things. Wouldn't it?
He turned to them as they approached. Alan smiled, Brenda once again seeing the glow from him. The glow of Truth. Love.
Or something else. His eyes seemed to go to Jeanie.
"If you wish to follow, follow."
He turned, starting down the row of buses. Brenda stood where she was. That... was unexpected.
Jeanie passed her, following Alan. THAT surprised her as well. Brenda moved quickly, matching her stride to that of her friend. She shot a glance at her.
"What are you doing?" She tried to keep her voice down, not drawing unwanted attention. Jeanie's expression was one of confused wonder.
"I..." She shook her head. "Come on."
****
They followed him out of the school grounds, down the suburban street. Brenda looked behind them. She had taken the bus that morning. Once the buses left, getting home would be a bitch. And she was walking in the wrong direction. She gave a resigned sigh. It had seemed like such an average day before lunch.
The town park loomed before them. Oak and Maple trees now came up to the sidewalk, the pavilions and picnic areas located over on the far end. Alan suddenly veered into the trees, a very slight path visible. Jeanie followed, Brenda a breath behind. She didn't think she had ever played in this part. Her parents had kept her over by the lake, where the ducks and playground were. The woods were where the older, scary kids played.
Brenda looked down. She didn't look scary.
A small clearing appeared, surrounded by evergreen and thorny bushes. He was sitting in the middle, legs folded before him, face calm. That slight wavering of reality still surrounded him. Jeanie paused for a moment, then went to sit before him. Brenda followed suit. For a brief moment, as she lowered herself, she wished she had a skirt on. The thought left her mind before she could wonder where it came from.
"OK," her friend said, "We're here. Now what?"
"Do you feel loved?" Alan leaned forward as he said it, hands on his knees. He seemed to look both of them in the eye at once. Brenda felt the feeling returning, the comforting haze from lunch. Her body leaned forward. She did feel loved. When she was near him.
"L-loved?" Jeanie's voice was one of confused wonder. Face reddening, her gaze went to Brenda, before slipping down into her own lap. "W-when I'm with Brenda." It came out a whisper, although she heard it clearly. Brenda felt her own face heat, eyes going to the ground. This wasn't Jeanie. Not the Jeanie she knew. To say something like that to a stranger... hell, to HER! Yes, she loved her friend, but not...
"The Lady is Love." His voice was soft. "Love is the Lady. To Love is to praise her. Praise the Glory that is her Love. For she Loves us. Wants us to feel Love, in all its forms. To experience the Love and Glory that is life. That creates life. For life is Love."
That made sense, yet it didn't. It was gibberish. Gibberish that spoke to Brenda's soul.
"Why?" Brenda asked. She shook her head. "I mean, why us? Why now?"
"Because you are worthy, and the Lady is ready." Alan game a rueful smile. "I'm asking these questions too. I think she is now collecting followers because something is happening. Something she needs to shelter us from. But only if we come to her willingly. Come to her out of Love."
"My mind feels like 'willingly' is a subjective term." Jeanie put a hand to her forehead. "My mind is foggy."
Even as her friend said that, Brenda felt her own head seem to clear. Maybe she was just getting used to what was being done to her.
"What are we expected to do? If we follow her?"
"Love," Alan said. "Love her. Love each other. Love the other Disciples, as they come. Love the others, whether they know the glory or not."
Others. Other Disciples. This was starting to sound like a cult. Then again, what religion only had three members? Jeanie gave a low chuckle.
"What form will the 'Love' take?"
An image suddenly flashed in Brenda's mind. Her, nude, on all fours in the woods. Alan behind her, pushing into her body as other girls watched. A wave of pleasure pulsed out from between her legs. She saw herself on the ground, legs spread, as a beautiful baby came forth. It glowed with the Grace of God.
She realized she was at her most fertile.
Brenda stood. Reaching down, she undid the belt that made the blouse hug her curves, letting it fall to the ground. Said blouse was up and over her head a moment later. Jeanie almost leaped to her feet.
"Brenda!"
Her bra dropped to the ground, jeans following a moment later as she kicked off her loafers. Her panties followed.
"I want to do this." She said it half to Jeanie, half to herself. Turning her back to Alan, she got on all fours. "For the Lady. For Love. For Glory."
"Brenda..." Jeanie was kneeling beside her, hand laying itself on her bare back. Brenda felt herself tremble.
"I... I want to..." Did she? Did she really want this? She was no virgin, but neither had she been with any boy whom she didn't love. Was this just the Lady, or...?
Strong hands took hold of her ass. Her legs spread of their own accord. She felt him at her entrance.
****
Alan thrust into the girl.
Virgin that he had been, the experience was like nothing he had ever felt. Whether this was what sex was like, or something special of the Lady's doing, he didn't know. He was aware of Brenda thrusting back, her body seemingly eager for his seed. She pulsed around him, bringing incredible pleasure. Yet, he could feel his body resist. Resist giving up the Lady's gift too soon. His eyes closed. So much pleasure...
When he looked again, Jeanie was staring at him. Her expression was longing mixed with disgust. As her eyes fell back to her friend, love began to fill them. Love, and maybe understanding. She moved in front of her, hands going to Brenda's cheeks. She raised her head.
"Are you OK?"
"God... Lady... I feel the Glory!"
He felt her clamp down hard on him. He kept going, overcoming the resistance. He would keep thrusting until...
It came upon him in a rush. He felt the pleasure run through his body, down the path into her. Felt the exquisite release. His mind exploded into light, color. He saw images of babies. Of mothers holding them, dozens of young mothers all nude under the Glory of Her.
Saw the Lady, casting her Glory down.
****
Brenda quivered as she felt his seed enter her.
This was not natural. It couldn't be. There was no way she could be feeling this. Feeling him rush up into her body, assaulting her egg. Could feel... could feel him, her, ENTER her egg!
Could feel her child come to life.
She dropped to her elbows, butt still held high, not noticing Alan pulling out. Her body trembled with exhaustion, sweat cooling in the slight breeze. Sleep. She needed sleep...
"What did you do to her?" Jeanie's voice wavered between concern and anger. Brenda felt her friend place something over her shoulders. It felt like her blouse. Groaning, she forced herself up, first onto her hands and knees, then to a sitting position. She grabbed the blouse as it fell.
"He did what I thought I wanted." Brenda looked back at him. Alan was zipped up, sitting. He looked almost normal, the unreality dimmed. "What was needed."
Part of her mind fought to be heard. Had she really fucked a stranger? Gotten herself knocked up? She knew better! Yet, had knowing better brought her Love? Glory? She took a deep breath.
"It's OK, Jeanie. Really it's OK."
"Everyone who joins you," Jeanie said to Alan. "This will happen to everyone who follows you. Follows this Lady. You'll fuck them. Knock them up. Then what? What happens once you have a harem of pregnant girls?"
Alan let out a long sigh.
"Once she tells me, I'll let you know."
Jeanie laughed.
Brenda relaxed. She had always liked Jeanie's laugh. It wiped away her cares. Jeanie settled in beside her, cotton covered shoulder touching bare skin.
"OK," Jeanie said, putting her arms behind her and leaning back. "I'm in. We're Seniors. It's only right we ruin our lives before graduation."
****
Alan walked through the front door, tossing his book bag on the front stairs. He was late. And tired. Walking home tended to do that to him, not that he had in fact walked from school before. So many firsts today.
"Is that you, Alan?" He had to be late, if his Mom was already home.
"Yes." He headed into the kitchen. He needed a drink. Mom was there, looking at a frozen package of chicken.
"Good day at school?"
"Yeah." He grabbed a plastic bottle of pop from the refrigerator, opening it as the door swung shut. He took a long swig.
"Good." Grabbing a knife, she began to open the chicken.
Twisting the plastic top back on, he carried the bottle out into the hall. Had it been a good day? He didn't know. He did know it was a beginning. A beginning to something. Something that might have an ending, might not. But it had begun.
Tomorrow, he'd find out if was to continue.
Chapter 2
Brenda looked at herself in the mirror on her bedroom door.
She didn't look pregnant. That was to be expected, given only twelve or so hours had passed. It also was to be expected if all of that had been in her mind. Not the sex. That was real. But the rest. Some religiously induced fantasy...
No. It being real made the most sense. Whatever was behind Alan's preaching (and it WAS preaching), she had felt it. Felt the truth. It was truer than Sunday School had been. Then again, her book on astrology had seemed truer than that, and she had felt most of that horoscope stuff had been crap. Her a Libra? No way.
Satisfied, she slipped into the day's outfit. A skirt. She definitely wanted to wear a skirt. She couldn't say why. Something about exposing her legs, having herself covered, yet free. It just felt right.
She wondered if Jeanie was feeling the same way that morning.
****
Brenda set the frying pan on the stove, glancing at the clock. There was time. Tossing in some butter, she went back to the fridge and got out four eggs.
"Mom leave?"
She glance over at her younger sister standing in the doorway. Sally wore a version of Brenda's outfit, another point in favor of Brenda's theory of sibling psychic connections. The sophomore was a bit more slender that she was, although as developed in the bust. Her light brown hair, currently in a pony tail, lacked Brenda's curls.
"She's not here." Focusing on the pan, Brenda cracked the eggs. Two broke. Scrambled it was. "Toast is in. Get the plates."
"You going to be late again tonight?" Sally walked up beside her, reaching up into the cupboard.
"I don't know. Maybe." And that was the truth. She didn't know what the day would bring. Which, in a way, made her happy.
"I can start dinner."
That tempered Brenda's mood. She looked at her sister, now pulling the grape juice out of the refrigerator. Mom was probably going to be late again. No, scratch that. She was going to be home at the new regular time, either working or hitting the bar. And now Brenda was going to late, leaving Sally alone. That wasn't right.
"You want to come with me?"
"Where?" Sally's voice brightened. Brenda could see her smile without even looking.
"Don't know yet. Wanna come?"
"Sure!"
Eggs now on the plates, Brenda turned to carry them to the table. It was a plan.
****
Jeanie was wearing slacks.
Brenda smiled as she spun her lock. That was Jeanie, ignoring the theoretical psychic link. They DID both have red somewhere in their outfits, though. That had to offer some confirmation.
"How are you feeling?" Jeanie leaned against the locker to her right, books resting against her breasts. Brenda found herself taking a deep breath, checking. She let it out.
"Good. I mean, really good. I slept well."
"So did I. I'm worried."
"But I'm the one who worries."
"I know. That worries me as well." Jeanie leaned in close. "Did it... wear off for you?"
"Somewhat." She closed her locker. "I still felt her."
"Me too." Jeanie straightened. "We're in over our heads."
"It's only been one day."
"Yeah, but I feel like I did when I met Cal. I mean..."
Brenda nodded. Jeanie didn't fall in love often, but when she did it could take over everything. Cal had been the hardest she had ever seen her friend fall.
"You're speaking coherently. That's something."
"You know me. It takes a lot to keep the sarcasm inside." She looked down at the books in her arms. "I started writing."
"Writing what?" Brenda looked around quickly. Nobody was paying attention to them.
"About Him. Her. A... gospel, I guess."
"You're kidding." She moved away from the lockers towards their first class, Jeanie following.
"Nope. Usually everyone waits until after the prophet dies to bother recording anything. I wanted to do it right."
"Heh. Watch, he's already dead."
****
Alan tried to ignore the stares as he contemplated the Glory of Her in English.
It was only the girls. Several female eyes seemed to be on him, either fully staring or sneaking peeks. He didn't know why. He had just looked like himself that morning after his shower. Nothing new, or special. Probably Her doing. The guys were just ignoring him. He was happy about that.
For his part, his mind was still trying to comprehend the latest download. That's what it felt like: She was sending him these huge chunks of data, in the hope that some of it had meaning to him. There weren't words. Only images, sounds. Emotions. Alan wondered if the Lady even knew what words were. Why would she? It was such a restrictive way to communicate, everyone having a different language. God blinks her eye, and suddenly nobody she wants to talk to understands Babylonian.
Not that the Lady seemed to be that old. Youngness. That's the impression he got. She was young. A God for a new age. A new people.
He looked around the room. None of his classmates had the right look. The right... shimmer. Some of them could be followers. Yes. Maybe all. But not disciples. He needed those first. Girls to be his seconds, his connection to the faithful, much as he was the bridge to the Glory. So the Lady had said, or, at least, so he had understood.
Alan smiled. This still made little sense.
****
"Umm..."
Alan turned away from the bulletin board near the Office he had been half reading. Three Freshmen girls stood before him. He saw, at once, the Glory. It practically blinded him, as if it reflected off each girl in turn, gaining strength. His heart missed a beat at the pure Love he sensed.
"Yes?" His simple question flustered them. The middle one, hair a dark blonde, was the only to meet his gaze. She briefly bit her lower lip.
"Umm, I, we..."
"We've seen the Glory," the shortest girl said, brown haired with pimples on her forehead. The third girl, with an Asian look, nodded.
"Last night. I saw you. We saw you."
"I'm not the Glory," Alan said. "The Glory comes from Her. Love comes from her. Would you learn?"
They nodded. He smiled.
They were now coming to him.
****
"You sure about this?"
Brenda smiled at Jeanie's question as they waited on the sidewalk near the buses. Trust her friend to try and be sensible about all this. She had just about stopped doing that herself. Go with the flow. She nodded.
"Yup."
Her sister Sally just smiled, almost bouncing in place. Brenda realized she hardly did anything with her anymore. She was always with Jeanie, or maybe a guy. Family time had always been them with Mom, or Mom and Dad. She had just assumed Sally was off with her friends like she was. Had Sally just been alone? All this time? That wasn't right!
"He has friends."
Brenda followed Jeanie's gaze. Alan was with three girls, all apparently younger than Sally. Didn't surprise her. What did is the looks the four were getting from others. Most of the other girls seemed to paying them some attention. So, too, a couple guys, although they looked like classmates of the Freshmen. She nodded.
"Figured. We have to grow our numbers quickly."
"You sensed that, too?" Jeanie kept her gaze on the approaching four. "I get this feeling of time slipping away."
Brenda felt Sally stiffen beside her as Alan approached. He was smiling at her. Them. What did her sister see? Feel? Brenda felt Love. The Glory. Brenda returned it, to him and the strangers. The girls blushed.
"Follow," Alan said. They did.
****
Brenda looked back as they approached the park.
"Someone's following."
"We're all following," Jeanie said. Brenda almost groaned.
"I mean..."
"I saw her. That's the point, isn't it? Another follower." Ahead of them, Alan slipped into the trees. "As long as it's not a gang with torches and pitchforks, we're good."
They entered the woods, following the path of the day before. The clearing was as they had left it, perhaps a bit brighter. Birds chirped from their perches up above. All seven girls settled in before Alan. The newcomer was someone Brenda had at least seen, a Senior like her. She was the only African American Goth Brenda had ever encountered. She sat beside Jeanie, nodding briefly.
Alan spoke.
"Love has drawn us together. Love for each other. Love for the world. The Love of the Lady. Who is the Lady? She who would save us. Save us from those who do not Love. Save us from this world. From Evil, far and near. She who would bring Glory to us, and us to Glory. All she demands is Love. That we Love each other. Love with no bounds, no limits. For she is Love and Glory."
Brenda took Sally's hand. Love. She felt the Love flowing into her. Sent her own Love back. Jeanie took her other hand. They were one.
"There once was a girl who did not Love. 'I will not Love', she said, 'until I am Loved.' And so she waited. And waited. All who saw her did not see her beauty. Did not see her mind, nor the spirit within. All they saw was eyes without Love. Without Glory. And so she was alone."
"What if Love is spurned?" one of the newcomers asked. Alan cocked his head at her.
"If you taste once and it is spoiled, do you never taste anything again? You go to the next. For there is Love for you. All of you. WE Love you. All deserve Love."
A sound came from the Asian girl. The one next to her freed her right hand, bringing it over to join her left in holding the girl's hand.
"Kei?"
"I..." Her eyes closed, voice beginning to sob. "I don't feel Love. I don't KNOW Love! Dad... he doesn't..."
"Come," Alan said, holding his arms out. She almost bolted into his arms, eyes crying into his chest. Brenda felt her own tears coming. Kei clutched at his shirt, pressing into him.
"He doesn't... he never... Nobody cares!"
"We care!" Her blonde friend jumped to her feet, rushing over, the other a step behind. "We love you, Kei!"
They wrapped their arms around the thin girl, crying along with her. Brenda found herself on her feet, joining them. Dropping to the grass, her arms went around Alan and the blonde. The others came and hugged as well, Sally pressing in mostly against Alan's back. Alan spoke.
"Have you showed her?" The blonde raised her tear filled face.
"W-what?"
"Have you showed her you Love her? Words mean nothing. They are empty. What we say to evade. Have you shown her Love?"
Brenda looked through the tangle of bodies and limbs. She saw the girl's arm. Reaching in, she let her fingertips lightly caress the girl.
"We love you, Kei." Another hand joined hers. "We all love you."
Glance elsewhere in the pile, she saw a hand caressing Kei's bare legs. Saw one of Alan's slip up under her blouse. She felt fingers on her own knee, soft digits that could only belong to Sally. Her sister move closer, abandoning Alan to press against her.
"We are all siblings," Alan's voice said, soft, strong. "We all Love, and are Loved." As she watched, female hands were gently pulling off Kei's blouse. The white bra fell away, a brown hand slipping in to cover a breast. Two voices moaned. "Help her," Alan whispered. Brenda saw Kei pulled up, her skirt pulled down. Saw the goth pull up Alan's shirt. Felt hands pulling off her own clothing. Sally looked on in nervous amazement. Brenda smiled.
"Let me help you." Topless, she reached over, pulling off the yellow blouse. Her sister shyly helped. Felling hands slide down her panties, she tugged down Sally's own skirt and underwear.
"Ah!"
All eyes went to Kei as she lowered her body down. The girls backed off, giving the pair room as they saw his cock enter her. Alan pulled her close, lips at her ear.
"Do you feel it? Do you feel the Love? We all Love you. Will always Love you. Will help you feel the Glory. Help you to give US Love. For Love, and the Glory, should always be shared. Should be spread among those who Follow."
"I Follow." Kei raised herself upright, eyes gleaming with both tears, and hope. "I Love all of you." She raised and lowered her body, shoulders back as if offering her small breasts to the world. To them. Her hands reached out, randomly finding breasts. Jeanie gasped as she felt that strong grip. Brenda followed suit, Sally's hand grabbing her. She reached her own out to stroke Kei's arm.
"Do it. Draw the Glory from him. Take it inside. Create life. Turn Love and Glory into life!"
"Oh, Lady!" Brenda could almost feel Kei's pleasure. Could almost feel her pulse against the same manhood that had been in her just the day before. "Oh! Give me a child! A child of Glory!"
A moan from Alan was drowned out by louder noises from the females around him. Brenda feel the spirit of his release, impregnated again by the Love even as Kei felt the physical Glory release into her. Sally's hands gripped her painfully.
They were one.
****
The eight nude teens lay in a pile on the grass. Brenda was half asleep, uncertain which felt better, the hot sun or warm skin. The skin, she decided, as a random hand ran over her butt. She ran her own hand over a body part, feeling short hair and some wetness. Yes. This was Love. Glory.
"We are eight," Alan's tired voice said. She nodded, not sure who's back was her pillow. "It is a good number. But, we must be more. Soon." Brenda raised up onto her elbow, others doing the same.
"Tomorrow is Saturday," Jeanie said. The brown skinned girl was spooning her from behind.
"Yes." Alan sat up. "It is time for you to go out. Find those who would join us."
"Us?" The blonde frowned. "But we've known you only one day!"
"There is little time. You are my disciples. You must seek those who would find Love. Glory. They will come to you. Find them. Teach them."
****
Alan walked down the street, body protesting. He needed food. Drink.
Now.
Someone had written a book about the Bible that pointed out Jesus was always eating and drinking, to the point of cursing a plant that had no fruit. The author even started calling Jesus "Tubby". Well, Alan could see it from Jesus' point of view now. Spreading a god's word is draining. You need to keep hydrated, fed. It's simple survival. He was going to have to start bringing water.
Maybe he could turn it into Mountain Dew.
He saw his house up ahead. Mom's car was in the driveway. She had asked no questions yesterday. Would that change? He thought he smelt slightly of 'girl'. Would she notice? If so, given his dating life so far, would she in fact be happy?
Who knew the minds of parents.
****
Mom was in the kitchen again, this time dinner already on the stove. He glanced at the clock. Man, he was late. That cuddle lasted longer than he thought. He hoped none of the others got in trouble. The Goth Venus had offered to drive the three freshmen home.
"Have a good day?" His mom glanced at him before returning her attention to whatever was in that pan. He nodded.
"It was good."
"Find more followers?"
He paused, refrigerator door half open. He closed it, turning. Mom was looking at him, back to the stove. She leaned back against the counter.
"She's very... loud. It wakes me when she talks to you."
Alan felt his face blush. He wished he had grabbed that Pepsi, so he had something to do with his hands.
"I... I guess this is why Yahweh did his speaking on the top of a mountain."
"I don't hear everything," she said, turning back to the stove. "I understand even less. It doesn't sound evil."
"It's not." Turning, Alan got that Pepsi out of the fridge. "I had seven today. Tomorrow they're going to go out, spread the word. Time is short."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Where are you meeting?"
"Park. There's a spot in the trees. That's why it takes me a while to get home."
Mom took the pan off the burner, turning it off.
"You can meet here, if you want. On the weekends, at least. I know it's far from school. The back yard is fenced, hidden. I'll stay out of the way."
"Why?" Alan moved up beside her, placing the bottle on the counter.
"No reason."
He knew the reason. Turning her towards him, he hugged his mother. He couldn't remember the last time he had done this. She was maybe an inch shorter, still tall enough to rest her chin on his shoulder. He felt her arms almost clutching him.
Nothing more needed to be said.
Chapter 2
Brenda quietly slipped out the front door.
Her sister stood on the front sidewalk, impatient. Brenda ignored her, closing the wooden door as quietly as possible. It was only 8 am, their mother still asleep. So, too, the neighborhood slept, apart from the distant sound of a lawn mower. Whoever was doing that deserved to be shot.
"We're way too early," Sally said. Brenda could practically see the goosebumps on her bare legs. The morning spring air was still chilly. She shrugged.
"Did you want to deal with Mom? We'll get some breakfast, take our time. See what happens."
Sally smiled at that. Brenda took the hand held out to her. Off they went.
****
Siena watched as her two friends came down the sidewalk.
She was excited. Tingling, even. They had spent the entire night texting, going over what they were to do today. What had happened yesterday. What HAD happened yesterday? Something. They agreed on that. Everything else was open to debate.
Apart from it being wonderful.
"We're here," Laura said, running a hand through her blonde hair as they came to a stop. "Let's go." Kei nodded, a bit of a sparkle in her eye. Siena noticed her friends wore no makeup. Neither did she, a choice which now looked like less of one and more a response to unheard prompting. So, too, were probably their outfits. Light skirts and blouses. In her dreams, Siena had felt that this Lady would have even preferred no clothing on her followers. Just the idea sent another shiver through her. Turning, she offered her arms.
"Ready?"
"Ready!" They linked arms with her, three wide on the sidewalk. Kei pointed forward.
"Onward!"
****
Venus drove down the empty street.
The car was a consolation gift. A replacement for the attention her parents had not and would not be giving her. Mom had practically said as much. Literally said was the hope their daughter would no longer feel the need to dress goth.
Fuck that. Venus liked dressing in black.
She came to a stop sign, the car practically purring as she rolled to a stop. She hated this car. Sure, it was new, beautiful, but it had no soul. No personality. A dark blue junker would have been more her speed.
Until it broke, that is.
There was movement to the right. One of the girls from the day before was coming down the street. The slightly chunky one, dressed in a red skirt. She had seen her around, but never paid attention to her. Venus rarely paid attention to anyone. Why bother?
Well, because it could lead you to a cool new religion.
Chuckling, she lowered her car window. The girl had obviously recognized her, easy to do given how few brown skinned girls there were around here. She let her elbow stick out the window.
"Need a ride?"
"Where you going?"
"Don't know yet. You?"
"Meeting Brenda on Main."
Venus nodded. Good place, lots of foot traffic now that the weather was good.
"Hop in."
The girl did, walking around the car.
"Jeanie," she said, looking for the seat belt.
"Venus." Venus pulled into the intersection, hanging a left. "Not taking a bike?"
"The disciple's didn't have bikes."
"They didn't have sneakers, either. Nor were they being fucked by Jesus."
"Eh. Depends on the source."
Her face broke out into a grin. Venus glanced over at Jeanie.
"You've heard of the 'Secret Gospel of Mark'?"
"Enough to know it's probably bunk, but yeah." Seatbelt secured, Jeanie settled back into her seat. "Nice car."
"Guilty parents."
"Ah."
****
Alan watched his mother drive away from the mall.
His muddled mind didn't know what to make of this. Mom wasn't one of the "chosen". He knew that. There was none of the feelings he got from the other girls. That was good. He had no desire to impregnate Mom. Yet, did that mean she was to be left behind? If they left, that is. Everything was still fuzzy. Last night's "download" hadn't helped. Alan's eyes closed, fingers on his forehead. Confusion. Contradictions.
Much of the Bible suddenly made sense, if this was what Moses and Jesus had to deal with.
He needed unhealthy food in his belly. A milkshake. Give himself a brain freeze to clear things up. It was a plan.
****
Alan felt the women around him as he strolled down the concourse. Young, old, fertile, not. No males. Oh, they were there. His eyes could see them. Not his mind. Or her heart. Only females interested her. Why? Men were not inferior. Surely some were as worthy as he. Maybe other gods were doing their own collecting, based on their own views. Somewhere there were prophetesses collecting football players.
His mood improved at that. Four girls were walking towards him, one already carrying a shopping bag. All four held smoothies. He smiled, stopping not quite in their path.
"Do you wish to Know Love?"
****
Brenda walked down the sidewalk away from the laughing girls. She could feel her face turning red. "It'll be easy," she had thought. "I know the magic words." Well, obviously the ones Alan had used didn't work for women. Or at least not her. Maybe she had said them wrong. Said them without faith.
Or, those girls were just evil atheists or something.
"We just have to try again." Sally took her hand, squeezing. "I actually didn't feel anything with them."
"Me either," Brenda admitted. "But I'm not sure I will. I don't even know what that's supposed to be like. The Lady hasn't talked to me." That bothered her. Yes, God didn't seem to talk to Peter and the others, but they got to listen to Jesus preach for months before they were sent out. This situation was just ridiculous.
"It'll work out. Have faith!"
She looked at her sister. Sally was only two days into this. She hadn't felt the Holiness of having Alan insider her. Why was she the evangelical one?
Well, if she was, maybe she should do the talking. Looking ahead, Brenda saw a gaggle of girls coming out of a store. Cheerleaders, she thought. Not in uniform, naturally, but she recognized some of them. She'd have no influence on these girls.
"Go for it," she told Sally. Sally grinned as the two groups passed.
"Morning! Have you heard of the Glory?"
The cheerleaders stopped as one. There was a laugh from someone.
"Glory HOLE?"
"SHHH!" The tallest of the girls, in a loose halter top and jean shorts, held up her hand. She stepped forward. "No. Tell us."
****
"Love is everywhere. It is with everyone. One must only listen. Accept. Accept the Glory that is offered. The Glory that is the Truth of Her Love. Only then will one find Peace."
Alan watched the twenty or so girls nod as they sat on the cement plant holders around him. He had moved them out of the mall, evading the attention of security. They now occupied the sidewalk outside one of the lesser used entrances. The sun was warm. The breeze light. A hand went up from a girl with freckles.
"What kind of Love?"
"Whatever kind you wish. Whatever kind you Desire." Alan saw eyes drop to between his legs. A few lips parted, tongues slipping out to wet them. Oh, how he wished they were in his park. At least four of the girls were in heat, ready for his seed. Ready for the Lady to give her Blessing.
A woman with twin daughters was walking by. She glowed, overweight body seeming to radiate desirability, both spiritual and sexual. The girls, too, though they were still slim. Alan raised his arm.
"Would you learn of Love, of Acceptance?" The woman stopped, eyes widening as they turned to him. Her hands went to her daughters' shoulders, stopping them. Their protests faded as they, too, looked.
"Join us," said a voice from his congregation. "Hear of the Glory."
"Yes," said another, the brown haired woman scooting over on the stone wall. "Sit. Learn. Love."
"Love..." In a trance, the woman pushed her girls forward towards the open seat. Those she passed nodded.
"Love."
****
"So, this guy is going to knock us all up?"
Jeanie nodded to the skater girl. Her punk friends leaned closer.
"Yup. This Goddess seems to want his seed spread around."
"God. That would piss off Mom. Piss off everyone!"
"And please the Goddess." Venus looked at them. "Don't forget that. She's pro-sex."
"Sign me up!"
****
It was time to go.
Alan sensed that. Sensed that he had taught all his congregation could digest that day. He smiled at them, standing. All thirty stood with him.
"Ladies..."
It hit his mind like he had a shattered leg, pain shooting down instead of up. Sounds and images exploded into him, every sense overwhelmed. His hands went to his head, trying to prevent his skull from fracturing. Even as all perception of the world around him vanished, he felt arms holding him, voices soothing him.
"Master! What is it?"
"Flee." It came from him without thought. "We must flee if you are to Live, to Love." His eyes opened. He saw the frightened beauties before him. Some sanity returned. "Tomorrow. All who Love must gather tomorrow."
"We gather at his house." A homely teen with large breasts spoke. She shook her head in disbelief. "Oh, God, I can hear it! Hear HER!"
"Me too!" The Hispanic girl rattled off his address, others either nodding or quickly typing it into their phones. Alan nodded.
"Bring what you can. Camping gear. Tents. Knives. Anything we can't make, anything God and Nature can't provide. Food, for the first days. Nothing electric, for it will soon be useless."
"Fuck my husband." The mother of two clutched her daughters to her side. "There's that outdoor store on the other side of the mall. I'm going to max out my credit cards."
"Me too!" Others chimed in. Alan closed his eyes again, head pounding.
"Go. Tomorrow we will be together in Her Glory."
****
Brenda felt it.
Her body shook. She knew. KNEW. God, how did Alan handle this? And it was only a fraction. Only a fraction of the Word of the Lady. This she knew. Looking at those before her in the small park, she also knew they had heard. More, Believed. There would be no need to convince these converts.
She heard yelling. Running towards them were a group led by Jeanie and the Black Goth. The Freshmen trio, too, she sensed were coming this way. She stood, shaking.
"We must prepare."
"Mom runs the Girl Scout troop," one of the younger girls said. "If someone has a car..."
"We'll use mine." Teri, the head cheerleader, stood. "Those with cars, help the others. If parents aren't home, clean out what you can."
"Just be there tomorrow." Brenda shuddered. "Be there."
****
Amber sat in the minivan's drivers seat, vacantly staring at the front of Gander Mountain.
What was she doing?
Her van was filled with tents. Sleeping bags. Hatchets, water jugs, knives, grill tops, and assorted other things Billie had suggested. The high school girl knew a hell of a lot more about camping than she did. Seemed to know what would be useful, what was overpriced garbage. One thing Amber did know was she had almost maxed out two credit cards to do this.
Her husband would kill her.
She looked into the back seat. Rose and Regan sat buckled in, phones in hand. They couldn't go back home. He would see the back of the van. Perhaps had been called due to the unusual credit card activity. Or would be. It probably takes time. What could she do? Not go home, for one. Maybe she could call, say her sister called and she was going there with the kids. He'd be thankful he wasn't going. Get a hotel room. But what if he canceled the card?
"Girls? What would you think if... if we didn't see Dad again?"
"Are we going with the preacher?" Rose lowered her phone. Her twin did the same.
"I like him. He talks about love and stuff."
"Yeah." Amber nervously wet her lips. "If we went with him, leaving Dad."
"That's why the camping stuff, right? Let's go."
"Yeah, Mom. We know what's going on."
She was glad someone did.
So. Call Rich. Go to another store and pick up 200 place settings made of something unbreakable, because she just realized plates and utensils are the kind of thing nobody will remember. Have dinner out, then...
Go to Alan's house.
****
Alan sat on the couch. He was drained. Depressed. Disappointed in himself. Alan had fully intended to make a second trip through the mall. Try and save even more girls.
He couldn't.
Maybe that burst had taken everything the Lady had. Maybe it had burned out his mind. Maybe, Maybe, he had enough followers.
Alan couldn't believe that.
The doorbell rang. It was one or more of the girls. He knew that. Some would find it easier to come today, rather than escape tomorrow. His eyes closed. Let Mom deal with it.
"Alan?" Mom's voice came to him. "Company."
Company. Very descriptive. Turning on the couch, he saw the mother and twin daughters from earlier. She looked like he felt, tired, worried. She also looked good, despite the weight. Something about her eyes. He sat up.
"Hello."
"Hello." She swept a hand through her shoulder length black curly hair. "I'm Amber. This is Rose and Regan." She put her hands on their shoulder. He nodded.
"Hi." The two girls blushed, mumbling a reply.
"Our van is full of tents and such. I went for the big ten person ones, figuring they'd be useful." Her head bowed a bit. "We'd rather not go home. Can we camp out here?"
"Certainly." His Mom spoke before he could. "Have you eaten?"
Alan turned back towards the glass doors leading to the back yard, zoning out. The sun was just below the treetops. His eyes closed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow...
"You look tired." Amber's voice came from behind him. Alan resisted asking if the closed eyes were her first clue. "And tense. You need to relax."
He felt hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing. Yes. It felt so good...
A moist tongue flicked up his cock.
Alan's eyes opened. His shorts were pulled down, cock sticking up. Both black haired twins were knelt on either side of him, slowly licking up and down. He felt their mother push his shoulders back into the couch.
"Shh. Relax. Let us do the work." He did so, eyes closing as they continued. He felt Amber's hands slide up onto his head, fingers working their way under his hair. The daughters ran their hands up under his shirt, as their tongues continued to play with him. His hands reached out, finding the back of their heads. "That's it, girls. Please him. You're doing great." His shorts were pulled off, hands now traveling over his legs, balls. He raised his arms so Amber could remove his shirt. Opening his eyes, he saw the twins were nude as well. How they did that without their lips leaving his body, he didn't know. As Amber's hands slid down his body from behind, he felt a bare breast rub against his cheek.
"Relax..."
The Glory exploded from him. He heard the two girls cry out as warm wetness fell onto his chest. Saw them shudder, upper body turning reddish as the pleasure of the Glory went through them. As another burst came, soft hands turned his head, Amber's lips brushing his. In the distance, he heard the doorbell. Tongues returned to his cock as footsteps entered the room.
"Strip and join us," Amber said to the newcomers, eyes locked with his. "He must be ready for tomorrow."
Jesus could keep Mary and her foot washing.
****
Brenda stepped out of the car as the trunk opened. It was either magic, or the button by the driver's seat. Given everything else, Brenda was willing to give magic the benefit of the doubt.
"Everyone out," Venus said, getting out of the car herself. Jeanie and Sally slid out the other side, all four stretching in the morning air. Now that they were at Alan's home, the feeling of rightness increased. This was what they had to do. Brenda looked around. The modest two story home was relatively isolated, as if the developer had gone broke before other homes could be built on this bit of road. Trees seemed to surround it. So, too, did parked cars and bikes. They obviously weren't the first to arrive.
She pulled her pack out, slipping it on. Brenda couldn't remember why she had this thing. She had never camped. Maybe Dad had bought it, for some trip which never happened. Sally had one, too, sized for an eight year old her. It still worked, at least. Jeanie's tent was less of a mystery. They had been using it for backyard sleepovers for years.
"Where to?" Sally asked, adjusting her load. Jeanie scoffed.
"Back yard, I assume. No way everyone is inside."
"Onward, then!"
****
The yard was filled with nude females.
Not all were nude. Those seemingly newly arrived seemed to be nervously watching those around them, unsure. Brenda decided she wasn't going to be like that. Dropping her pack, she stripped off her shoes and clothes, stuffing them into her pack. While her companions did the same, she waded through the crowd to Alan.
He sat on top of a picnic table, nude, penis half hard. His eyes looked distant. Well, she thought, he probably had heaven on his mind. Brenda smiled as she approached.
"Morning."
A smile touched his lips as he saw her. She felt her cheeks heat.
"Morning. I see you're joining in the fashion trend."
"It seems like the thing to do." She sat on the end of one of the picnic benches beside him. "What's going on?"
"We're about to have those that drove move their cars somewhere, so Mom won't have to answer too many questions. We don't have time to do much about the bikes."
"She's not coming?" Brenda didn't know his mother, but cast her gaze around anyway. He shook his head.
"I don't think so."
She nodded as that familiar feeling of the Lady came over her.
"That feels right."
The other disciples came forward, joining her on the benches. Venus smiled at Brenda's questioning look.
"Someone else is taking my car. Once I'm nude, I'm not dressing again."
"Words to live by," Jeanie said. "So, we just wait?"
"We wait."
****
Alan knelt on the picnic table, fucking the cheerleader on all fours before him.
The others stood around them, hands caressing their own body, or the body of someone near them. They pressed close, all sense of personal space, or modesty, gone. Alan could feel the Lady. Feel her gather up the Love. The Glory. Feel it radiated back down on them. While the world around them sat in church, they knew what it was to feel God's Love.
"Oh!" The girl moaned, breaths timed to his thrusts. "Give me your seed! Fill me with Her Glory! I feel her Love!" She moaned again. "Do you feel her love?"
The crowd moaned in reply, as if words were to much effort.
He released into her.
As the Glory spread out from them like sound from an explosion, light exploded from beside them. A portal, nine feet high, eight wide, appeared. It shimmered in the air, both every color and none. Slowly, gathering what few wits he still had, Alan pulled out of Teri and stood.
"The time is now, my Loves. We have pleased the Lady. Now she will take us where we may find Peace, Love, Glory." He leapt down onto the grass. "Gather all you can. Help each other. There will be no return." He went over to his gear. A backpack, canteens. He struggled into them, grabbing two duffel bags full of food. He saw one girl grab the wagon full of sheet pizza boxes, ordered the night before to feed the girls today. Pairs of girls grabbed the large fifty pound tents. All were happy, smiling. As they should be.
He turned, towards the portal. Felt Brenda and Jeanie at his side.
They marched into God's Grace.
****
Elena watched as the last of her son's followers vanished into the void. Watched as the portal vanished.
Watched as she was left alone in this world.
Every Mother knows their children will leave. Dreads the day. Most, hopefully, know it is what is best. Knows releasing their child into the world will make that world better.
Not all knew they were helping a God.
Mind still under what was left of the fog which had filled her for days, she entered the house. Her house. All she had left. Dazed, she entered the den. Grabbing the remote, she turned on the TV.
"...and, again, we have confirmed that the asteroid detected just yesterday will NOT hit the Earth, today, but instead will just skim the atmosphere."
She turned it off. Those scientists were always scaring people.
Chapter 4
They were in a field.
Brenda kept walking, not wanting to block those coming in behind her. It was a nice field. Large, somewhere between a baseball and football field in size. It wasn't magical or anything, which is sort of what she had been expecting. After all, if God is sending you to a new home, you sort of expect more than this. Then again, this was just the front hall.
She felt the door vanish behind them. Turning, all she saw was the congregation of nude girls and women.
They were here.
Alan dropped his bags and pack, Brenda stepping away to protect her toes. He smiled apologetically. Jeanie also got rid of her burdens.
"Drop your stuff!" she yelled to the group. "Time to get organized."
"Do we set up the tents?" It came from the rear. Jeanie shook her head.
"Nope! We have to find water. No sense setting up camp a half mile from water." She looked around. "How about we send out four scout parties of four or five girls out, one in each direction? Travel maybe fifteen minutes or until you find water, then come back."
Brenda noticed those with weapons. Eight girls had brought bows of various kinds. She had no idea if they could use them, or if they were the result of recent fads. She personally liked her badass women to have a sword.
"One archer per group!" Sally gave her a weird look. Brenda shrugged. "Hey, even Eden had snakes."
"Who were right most of the time," Jeanie added. She suddenly gave Alan a look. "Is this all OK with you?"
"More than OK." He raised his voice. "We are where the Lady wishes us, but it will be up to us to discover her blessings. Keep an eye out for fruits, berries, nuts. Once the scouts come back, we'll make our plans."
****
Teri glanced down at the three freshmen walking beside her. They were not who she would have chosen for this. Then again, it was they who had chosen her for their scouting party, probably wanting some adult with them. She would have told them to stay behind, if the pimply faced one didn't have one of the bows. She looked like she could possibly use it, too.
"Siena, right?" The girl nodded, adjusting the quiver slung across her back. "Teri."
"This is Kei and Laura." Siena paused as they stepped over a log. "You didn't stay with the other cheerleaders?"
"Sue went west, but the others are 'tired'." She scoffed. "Outside of practice, those girls can be so lazy."
"They'll learn," the Asian one, Kei, said. That pulled at laugh from her. Varsity Cheerleaders being scolded by freshmen! This was a new reality.
Her eyes suddenly narrowed. There was a faint glow around Kei.
"Kei. Have you and Alan..."
"Yes!" Her eyes actually sparkled. "Do you still feel him in you? I felt it for hours!"
"He hasn't leaked out yet, if that's what you mean!" The others laughed.
"Are any of you actually looking around, or just talking?" Laura cast her head around. "I thought down hill would be the way to go, maybe find a stream in a gully, but I don't hear anything."
"Me either. In fact..." Siena stopped. "I don't hear birds."
"Or insects." Teri glanced up. Leaves rustled in the slight breeze. "I don't like this."
"What are you doing here?"
Teri's eyes dropped down. The girl before them had red hair, almost unnaturally so. A shade she had definitely not seen in the group up in the clearing. She was slender, breasts small, about the same size as the freshmen. Eyes dropping down, they stopped before reaching her bush.
She had no belly button.
Teri blinked. OK, then.
"Excuse me?" Siena asked. The stranger looked at them confused.
"Why are you here? You should be in the field."
"We're looking for food and water. Can't survive without those." Terry narrowed her eyes at her. "Why aren't YOU up there?"
"Food and..." The girl's eyes widened. "OH! You were to bring some!"
"A few days worth, yeah, but not years worth!" Teri glanced at Siena. The girl was staring at her, equally confused. They looked back at the stranger.
She was gone.
"I don't like this."
****
"I don't like this."
Brenda stared at the glowing portal next to Alan. It was identical to the one they just came through. Same size, same color. Same creator? Or is some other god trying to steal them? She had no idea what the theology here was.
"Any one notice there are no animals here?" Venus was coming towards her, the rest of her scouts just staring at the portal. "No birds, no insects."
"I don't mind the insect part." A shout sent her eyes south. The freshmen and Teri were back. "Find anything?"
"No, and it looks like we have our orders to leave." Teri shook her head. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Don't know," Alan said. He lifted up his backpack. "Is everyone here?"
"Is there a redhead here?" Teri lifted up on her tiptoes. "If you're a redhead, let me see you!"
"What's up?" Alan asked. Kei answered as she too grabbed her pack.
"We saw a girl with red hair. She seemed surprised that we needed to eat."
"Not here," Teri said, inspection complete.
"Not important," Alan said. "Or, at least it can wait. Everyone! We're moving again! Same as before, leave nothing and no one behind!"
****
They were on a beach.
Not just a beach, but a stream cutting through that beach, its fresh water running into what Brenda assumed was an ocean. It had that salty smell.
"This is more like it," Jeanie said. "Water, fresh seafood."
"We'll have to be careful," Teri said. "We don't want to overfish it."
"True."
"Do we camp here?"
"No," Brenda said. "We follow the stream inland. Put some trees between us and the ocean, so the first storm doesn't blow us away."
"It's a plan," Alan said. "Onward!"
****
They followed the stream through a patch of woods, the path only difficult for those not paying attention to roots. Toes were stubbed. Brenda could not help but smile. Did Adam and Eve have the same problem? Or had God made the garden root-free?
They passed a patch of bushes with berries. Along the banks of the stream, she thought she saw chives. Jeanie pointed out the trees seemed to be the kind that had walnuts. There was food here, at least to some degree. Enough for a hundred? They'd find out.
Another field greeted them after twenty minutes. The stream ran through its middle, widening a bit into a pool before narrowing as it flowed past them towards the sea. Jeanie moved towards the center, throwing her gear onto the ground.
"This is more like it."
"Why didn't we come here first?" Kei stood out of the way as Siena and Laura carried one of the large tents into the center of the field. "I mean, why did we have to walk?"
"So we knew where the ocean was, maybe." Jeanie shrugged. "You know as much about goddesses as I do."
"You have an extra day on us!"
"That's right, so you must obey me in all things." Her grin was evil. Brenda shook her head.
"I have an hour lead on you, as if that matters." Jeanie stuck her tongue out at her. "OK, everyone can have a quick break, then we set up the tents. Venus, Teri, let's figure out how to do this."
****
They had five ten person tents, thanks to Amber's credit cards. Teri was actually impressed with them, although naturally you took those occupancy specs with a grain of salt. They assumed you had no gear and were very good friends. Still, you could easily stand up in them and they even had screen porches.
"I think," she told the others considering the tents, "We should create a sort of 'U' with these. A town square. The other tents can be set up around them."
"Do we need all the other tents?" Kei asked. Jeanie nodded.
"Yes. People are going to want their privacy. I think at least a couple of these big guys will be for storage."
"And for when it rains." Teri walked over to a large rain fly. "Whoever brought this was a genius. We can set it up over the middle of the U. Cook there."
"Assuming it doesn't catch fire."
****
Amber slipped the plastic rod through the nylon loop, running it over the top of the tent. Rose grabbed it, slipping it into the fabric tube on her side. Her daughters had never been camping, but seemed to have no trouble following the directions on this tent. The last time she herself had been in the woods, the tent had metal poles that just slid into each other.
Oh, the jokes her and the other church youth group girls had made regarding that.
"Are we sleeping in this one, Mom?" Regan had the door unzipped, even as her sister secured the last pole. "We bought the big ones."
"I think we can use some private time at night. Don't you girls want to sleep with me?"
Rose popped her head around the tent, nodding her head. Regan blushed, bare chest turning red.
"Yeah. I liked cuddling with you, Mom."
"Me too."
"Then we can do it again tonight." Fleeting thoughts of the previous night came to Amber. Her daughters' bare bodies splayed over her, legs wrapped around hers. The hot wetness on her thighs. Pleasure shot through her body. Looking away, she saw two girls, tent forgotten, making out, hands unseen between their thighs. Glory flowed from them. To her left, her eyes caught a glimpse of Alan helping with a tent. A gaggle of girls were with him, limbs accidentally brushing against his body. She felt pride. She had kissed him. Would, once ovulation came, make love with him. All would share him, and each other, in Love.
"Mom?"
"Right. Let's finish this. Get the ropes, Rose."
****
Brenda dropped her pack onto the tent floor.
"Here?" Sally asked, her own falling to the floor beside it. Brenda nodded.
"Yeah. I like being able to stand up in the morning." Kneeling, she began to untie the sleeping bag from the metal frame. "Besides," she added, adjusting her knee, "we can fit cots into here eventually, and given that stone I just felt that's a good thing."
"It's close enough to the side it looks like we'll be able to reach under and get it." Alan stood in the middle of the tent, sleeping bag already stretched out. Brenda noticed Sally's body blushing in the greenish light. "Just us three?"
"Nope." Jeanie and Venus walked in, Brenda noticing for the first time the spider tattooed on Venus' right ankle. None of the other girls seemed to be marked. "So, it's all the disciples except the Freshmen."
"They have a good sized dome over there," Sally said, pointing. Jeanie nodded.
"Good. They probably giggle in their sleep."
Alan laughed. It was Brenda's turn to blush, hand going to her belly. It grumbled, NOT the reason she had been holding it. The others grinned.
"Let's get dinner going."
****
The pizza boxes were broken open, the girls digging in. One fire pit had been started, for those who wanted to reheat the meat and cheese topped squares, but Brenda just ate hers as it was. Day old pizza was almost better than fresh, and who knew when they'd have pizza again? She settled in a circle with Alan and the others, watching other circles forming. No one ate alone.
"We have to inventory," The others nodded. Brenda noticed the girls around them start to quiet. "Divide into work groups. We need cooks. Gatherers. Explorers. Builders."
"What are we building?" Jeanie asked. Brenda shrugged.
"What we need. Eventually buildings, but we may find a better location for that. Right now maybe furniture. Hunting spears. If nobody thought to bring fishing nets, we'll have to make those."
"But food, and food storage, are first. And what to do with the food. I see lots of stews in our future." There was laughter from around them at Jeanie's remark, mostly from those who knew how to cook she assumed. Brenda couldn't imagine trying to do individual portions for this many two or three times a day. How many fish per meal would they need? Something to find out.
"I'll go out in the morning," Venus said, stretching her legs into the center of the circle. "Take part in the scouting. Any volunteers to be the first to test what I find?"
"Finders tasters," Jeanie said.
****
Music filled the night.
Teri watched the thin girl play the flute. She looked the type to be in band, her face somewhat homely, body almost flat. Yet, as she played she transformed. There was beauty as she swayed to the music, hands moving over the silver instrument as if it was a lover. Perhaps it was. Teri suddenly felt as if all her training had been pointless. What use is a backwards flip, compared to this?
The sound of strings joined in. The girl with a mohawk had a guitar settled in her lap, one boob popping out from behind as she slowly strummed. The melody seemed familiar, yet not. It blended with the flute, not quite as if it was a violin. A wave of pleasure flowed through her. One of her friends was in Alan's lap, gently moving up and down. Bethany she knew was on the pill, but perhaps the Lady had overcome that. That would speed things along, instead of them having to wait for it to clear their system.
Or maybe Bethany had been lying. That was always possible. Nobody enjoyed condoms.
Teri found her body reclining backward, eyes going to the stars. Her head settled itself in a soft lap. Strange hands began to run through her hair. Her eyes closed.
Music filled her heart.
****
Brenda lay on her sleeping bag, sister beside her. A light sheet lay over them, the temperature still not low enough for more. She wasn't sure if the others were asleep. She knew her mind was wide awake. There was so much to do tomorrow. The days after. So much to consider...
"Brenda?" Sally's voice was a whisper. She felt the girl move closer. Brenda turned her head that way, not quite moving her body.
"What?"
"I love you." Soft lips tentatively touched hers. Soft skin pressed against her, fingers finding a breast and caressing.
She was stunned.
Sally's body moved over her, lips kissing their way down her face, her neck. Brenda tried to position her hands, push the girl away, but the feel of her tongue on the nape of her neck banished all resistance.
"I love you," her sister whispered. "Let me love you." Hands spread her knees, Sally's body settling between them, before moving up to take Bethany's. Their fingers intertwined as those lips moved down to Bethany's breasts. She gasped, legs wrapping themselves around her sister.
"Sally..."
"Shhh." Her mouth moved down. Fingers unlocking, Sally's hands went to now wet breasts. Her tongue stopped at the clump of untrimmed hair, lips gently kissing over it. The tongue returned.
"Ah!" No boy had ever gone down on her. Not John. Not Kevin. Pleasure only matched by Alan pulsed through her.
"I love you," Sally said again, voice half moaning. "I've always loved you." Her mouth again went to Brenda's sex, forcing another groan from her sister. Brenda's mind was reeling. So much pleasure...
The tent unzipped. A shadowy girl entered, closing the flap behind her. In her daze Brenda saw a glow from her belly. Even as she shuddered in pleasure, she saw Alan open his arms to the girl. From outside the tent, she felt the Glory from other lovers. Felt the Glory exploding from her.
Felt the Love flow over them.
"I love you, Sally..."
Chapter 5
Siena crawled out of the tent, the wet morning dew doing its job of shocking her even more awake. She stood, brushing the water from her hands and knees as she took a deep breath.
Morning on a new world.
She walked towards the stream. There were sounds in some of the tents, others rising. Much different than the sounds of the night before. Had being bi-sexual been part of the Lady's recruiting requirements? Or was everyone just fully aware there was only one guy? Hard to say. They hadn't fooled around. No need to, given the pleasure flowing from the others.
"What are we doing today?" Kei and Laura knelt down beside her next to the stream. Siena brought her cupped hands up, drinking the fresh water. Almost as refreshing as orange juice.
"I want to look at the beach again," Kei said. "Maybe explore it."
"Know anything about beaches?"
"We used to vacation around Cape Cod, Jekyll Island. I picked up some stuff about shellfish and stuff."
"Cool." Siena saw a blonde crawling from a dome tent. "Get your stuff, and I'll tell someone were going."
***
Breakfast consisted of light red berries found on the path. A touch tart, but Siena thought they were good. They also didn't seem to be poisonous, at least in the short term. That was a bonus. There seemed to be quite a few bushes as well. She wondered how often they replenished their berry supply.
The heat of the morning sun brought a sigh from the girls as they left the shade of the trees. The yellow ball was just over the horizon, long shadows pointed towards them. Laura stretched.
"That way is East, I assume."
"It's our planet. We can call it any direction we want." Kei looked around. "I say we call it Azuma."
"What does that mean?"
"East."
Siena walked along side the stream, grass becoming sand. It emptied into the ocean as a small delta.
"See anything?" Kei asked. She shook her head.
"Not yet."
"Is the ocean salty?" Kei moved away from the stream, squatting as a small wave hit her feet. She scooped up some of it. "Yup. Tastes salty."
"At least we have a supply of salt." Siena saw movement in the sand. "And crabs."
"Small one." Kei rose. "We need to see if there are some tidal pools. Lots of things live in those."
"Let's go north, then."
****
Oatmeal.
Alan looked down at his bowl. He hadn't eaten oatmeal in... god, since he was a kid. And with good reason. It wasn't the most tasty of breakfast foods, especially when made with water instead of milk. Filling, though, and the red and blue berries helped quite a bit. So too the brown sugar someone brought. He went easy on that. Had to last.
"We have four or five more meals worth of this," Jeanie said. She took another spoon full. "Wish we had more."
"We're going to be saying that a lot I think." Alan stared into the surrounding woods. "Feeding a hundred every meal..."
"Maybe we should divide up." He looked at Jeanie. She shrugged. "Four groups of twenty five, camped near a food source, may work out better. We trade to give ourselves variety, stay close enough to always be in contact, have group meetings slash orgies every few days."
"Hmm." He took another spoon full. It could work. If they found the right spots. Still... "I want to keep us together."
"I know. It's just something to consider eventually. Once we get a grip on all this."
****
The stranger stood in front of them again.
Siena just stared at her. Same red hair. Same lack of belly button. She didn't understand why that upset her so much. Some people had innies, some outies. This girl just had... a nonie.
"Why are you here?" The girl asked the same question she had before. Obviously a one note person. Siena glanced at the others before answering.
"We're exploring our new home. See what's where. See if there are more tidal pools up here like the ones we just passed."
"Aren't those enough?" Her voice sounded worried. Laura frowned.
"We don't know. That's the point. Who are you?"
"Turn around. Please. You... you shouldn't be this far."
"Why the hell not? It's our home now. We have to know what's here."
"Who the hell are you?" Siena asked. While her bow was still held casually, she slowly removed an arrow from her quiver.
The stranger frowned.
"Go back. Now."
A sound came from the north.
Siena looked over the stranger's head. Beach, extending as far as she could see. The sound came again. She could see the tops of trees move about halfway to the horizon. Her feet took half a step back.
From the woods came... something. It was large. Furry. It walked on all fours. Scratch that- it walked on six legs. The dark brown fur was so long she could tell nothing about the head, other than it had one.
"Run," the stranger whispered.
They did.
****
Venus led the girls through the woods, spear acting as a walking stick.
Or, was her walking stick acting as a spear? It was a good question. She had salvaged the wood from what was gathered for the fire, intent unknown. Only boredom and access to a good knife had gotten her to sharpen the one end. What did she need a spear for? There wouldn't be anything dangerous here. And, if there was, Dana's bow would be much more effective. Anything close enough for the spear to be useful would be too close for her to actually use it.
Mostly because she'd be running.
She glanced at the others. The spear also made her feel like an African native among her European companions. Only her lack of ornamentation ruined the look. How long would that last? How long until the girls started missing jewelry and other pretty things? Venus had her tattoo, but it was damned hard to see on her dark skin. She needed some bead necklaces. Or small bird skulls.
"Shhh. Stop." Maria's voice was low. She dropped into a crouch, Venus and the others doing the same. Venus looked around. She heard birds. Wind.
A low growl.
Her body swiveled to the left, spear planted in the dirt before her. From the foliage came something black and yellow, teeth and eyes. Her own eyes closed, both hands clutching the spear as she felt the weight of the creature impact on the end. Girls screamed. The sound of a bow as she felt the spear bend. Letting go, she half leapt, half rolled away. The bow sounding again, wood snapped as heavy fur fell on her leg. Another twang from Dana's weapon.
"Jesus! Are you OK?"
Venus assumed they were referring to her. She blinked her eyes, taking it in. The creature lay still, torso on top of her right leg. She didn't see the spear, but three arrows were embedded in the body.
"Yeah. I'm OK." She tried to move her leg. "I think. Get this off of me." As they rushed over, her eyes caught sight of a stranger. A redhead just standing there on the path. Venus blinked.
She was gone.
Venus closed her eyes. Must have hit her head.
****
"I'm telling you, it was HUGE!"
Brenda said nothing as the girls told their tale to Alan. She believed them. No reason not to, given everything else. This was not the time nor place to be a skeptic. Or was it? Should they be skeptical of some of the things they had assumed to be true? It's not like they had, in fact, been told much.
"And the girl was the same one we saw yesterday?" They nodded at Teri.
"Definitely." Kei looked at the others, getting their nods of agreement. "Same girl. Same lack of a bellybutton."
Brenda felt arms wrap around her belly. Sally pressed against her back. This also wasn't the time nor place to think of last night.
"We have boundaries, then." Jeanie looked around. "I don't like that."
"Especially when they're undefined." Brenda sighed. "I'm really starting to doubt our benefactor."
"She's young," Alan said. A dark haired girl with large breasts sat beside him, white starting to ooze out between her legs. "I think she's learning as she goes."
Brenda was about to bitch about that, how she preferred an old god who knew what they were doing, but remembered what kind of stuff that god put in their holy books. This one did have some advantages.
"Hello!"
She looked at the other side of the field. Girls were coming out of the woods, carrying something over their shoulders. Brenda and some others stood.
"What do you have?"
"Deer!"
Sure enough, the five girls struggled with a long pole, the legs of a deer tied to it. Some of the cheerleaders leapt over the stream, rushing to take their burden. Brenda walked to the water's edge.
"We'll clean it on that side! Anyone know how to do that?"
Two girls raised their hands, a third half raising hers before dropping it. Brenda gave her a look. The girl grimaced.
"My step dad made me help once. I didn't like it."
Brenda nodded.
"Well, if you can help them at all, we'd appreciate it, if not that's OK."
"We need some help here!"
Brenda looked west, surprised. Venus stood there with a jury rigged crutch. Others were dragging something.
"What the hell happened?" Brenda ran over, Jeanie and Teri at her side. Venus gave a snort of disgust.
"That the hell happened." She pointed with her crutch.
It was a tiger. Or a weird lion. Something in the cat family. Black fur with some yellow on its muzzle and chest. A broken off shaft of wood stuck out from its chest, blood slowly oozing from wounds elsewhere on its body. The other four girls let go of the legs they had been dragging it by.
"Jesus."
"We killed Jesus? Good shot, Dana."
Jeanie just stood there, shaking her head.
"God. If these live this close, it's too dangerous to camp here. We have to get walls up, now."
"That'll take awhile," Teri said, "even if we take down some of the tents, make the camp smaller."
"Just stay where you're supposed to."
Brenda turned. A redhead stood there, twenty feet away. The path she had taken through the other girls still lay open. Brenda crossed her arms over her chest.
"What?"
"Just stay here. Stay near your camp. The bad animals won't come here. You're safe."
"It's her," Siena said. Brenda nodded as she saw the lack of a hole on her belly. The hair, too, was unnatural. That red was so bright.
"Who are you?"
"Just don't wander," the girl repeated. "Is that so hard?"
****
"Lady?"
Alan's voice brought silence to the camp. He stood behind her, the other girls conflicted as to their desire to both be near him yet far away from her. Neither should be the case. This was... Her. The Lady. The one who had brought them here. He could tell that. FEEL that. You could feel the Love and Glory just flowing off the girl. And girl she was, physically and, he felt, emotionally. That's why his followers were who they were. They were extensions of her.
Slowly, she turned to face him. Yes. She was their goddess. Beautiful. His body reacted, despite its recent draining. He saw her eyes widen, look away. Just like a shy young teen.
"S-stay where you are." Her voice was now unsure. "I mean, stay here. Don't wander. You are safe here. Nothing can harm you."
"This harmed me," Venus said, voice dry. The Lady turned to her.
"You left this place. Crossed the line."
"You didn't tell us there was a line," Alan said. Her eyes went back to him. "Nor where it was." She looked away again. "You can't expect us to obey rules we don't know about."
Jeanie snorted.
"Yeah, that's a YHVH thing."
"It is harder to talk to you, here. The dreams..."
Alan hadn't dreamed last night. At least, not that he remembered, and certainly not of her. He had to smile, though.
"We are talking now." He walked closer. She flinched. Stopping five feet away, he dropped down, sitting cross legged on the tall grass. "Sit. Talk. Tell us what we need to know." She didn't move. Alan motioned to the grass before him. "Please, Lady."
Slowly, she did so, limbs seemingly not used to the position. He motioned for the others around them to follow suit. Brenda moved around a bit, positioning herself closer to him so she could see the Lady's face. He smiled at that.
"Now what?" their goddess asked. Alan turned his smile to her.
"Now we talk. Ask questions, give answers."
"For example," Brenda said, "This is not where you wanted to send us."
Those large blue eyes widened. Alan nodded his agreement.
"That's obvious. What happened?"
She sighed, head dropping.
"It was so sudden. I thought I had time. Time to... I don't know. Prepare the way. But then I had to bring you. All of you, at once! I found the first good place I could, but forgot about your needs. So I found this place." She looked up. "Is it not a good place?"
He stopped breathing for a moment. Those eyes. She looked more beautiful than any one, any thing, he had ever seen. Alan took a deep breath, collecting himself. Brenda was more composed.
"It's a good place for now," she said, "but not to stay. Not to stay and raise families, even if you do keep danger away. We need room. Room for crops, herds. Plants and animals for those crops and herds."
It looked like she had a long list just ready and waiting for this occasion. The Lady had done well to pick her as the first. Alan held up his hand, forestalling the rest of her speech. He regarded the Lady.
"As she said. We love you and appreciate all you have done, but for us to survive and prosper, we need more."
"I... see." She rose. Alan did as well. "I must think." She paused a moment, turning to look at Venus. Walking over, she knelt before the dark skinned girl. "I'm sorry," she said, placing a hand on her injured leg.
"It's OK," Venus whispered. The Lady rose, walking forward into the trees.
She was gone.
Venus slowly stood. She took a step. Her eyes widened.
"It doesn't hurt." It came out again as a whisper. Her hands came together before her, head dropping. "Thank you, My Lady."
****
Venus watched as the others pulled on the ropes, the lion or whatever it was rising up in the air. The deer hung from a nearby branch. This, she was told, was to let the blood drain as it was cut open. She didn't think she'd stick around for that. Not now. Eventually, probably. They should all know at least something about all the jobs. Just in case, god forbid...
God.
God had touched her.
Her hand reached down to her leg. Venus still felt it. Felt Her fingers, the burst of heat. The trail of tingling that had spread.
The Goddess had placed her mark on her.
"I'm not sure what to do with this lion." Isabel was looking at her, frowning. Venus frowned back.
"Why?"
"Top predators like lions are supposed to be bad to eat. Almost poisonous. Too many parasites and such. You have to drain all the blood really well and cook the hell out of it. I've never done it before."
"So it needs to be sort of purified."
"Well... yeah. I guess."
Venus went to the hanging carcass. She placed her right hand on its skin, bowing her head.
"Oh Lady, source of all Love and Glory, please bless this animal for our use. Make its flesh tender and edible for our consumption, that we may prosper under your care. We ask this in your holy name. Amen."
"Amen," the other girls quietly repeated.
There was a flash of heat in her hand. Venus saw, yet didn't see, tendrils of something spreading from that spot. Her hand pulsed, sending something into the lion. She heard a voice repeating her words. Saw Isabel with her hand on the deer. The surprise in her eyes told that she, too, felt it. Felt the proof of the Lady's power.
As if, at this point, there was any doubt.
****
Alan woke.
The call had been faint, barely touching on his sleeping mind. So unlike the Lady's other attempts to talk. Maybe she was learning.
He sat up, sliding his sleeping bag down rather than unzipping it. He could see Brenda and Sally cuddled together. Sally seemed to be the one doing the cuddling, her older sister acting like a big Teddybear. Glancing to his left, there was no cuddling between Jeanie and Venus. Neither situation surprised him.
The night was warm as he stepped out of the tent. It was the stars, he suspected. They were amazingly bright, and that equaled heat. Right? Of course right. Alan was the close personal friend of God, and that made him always right.
He wondered if any of the girls would believe such bullshit.
Alan walked through the camp. Gone was any evidence of the evening's feast. He was amazed at what had been found already to supplement the meat. Knowing the boundaries, as a few girls suddenly did, had helped. He wasn't going to try and guess what the various plants and roots actually were. It was enough that he didn't hate them and they had not killed him. Yet.
He stepped over the stream. She was sitting in the middle of the field, awaiting him. The sight made him harden. He thought she was blushing as he approached, but wasn't sure. She did shift in her seat. He stopped before her, bowing slightly.
"Lady."
"Sit."
He did, their bent legs only a foot apart. She licked her lips, eyes seeming to look away for a moment. As they returned to him, she looked... nervous. Alan checked his composure. He was calm. Weird.
"We have to talk," she said. He nodded.
"I know."
"I'm... new at this. VERY new." Her head bowed. "I'm not proud of that."
"You should be. You've done well. We love you."
Her face came up, a smile breaking out. He felt his member throb.
"Thank you. That love nourishes me." She reached over, touching his knee. Her skin was smooth. Soft. "I need to know what you need. What they need." Her hand pulled back. He still felt her touch. "What must I provide?"
He had talked to the girls about that. Lots of suggestions, many of them even good. Despite most of them coming from the same school, there was a surprising amount of diversity in experience, knowledge. Again, the Lady's doing.
"What we want, and what we actually need, may be different. We're new at this, too."
"I love you."
Her words echoed his, yet... He swallowed, eyes dropping away from hers. There went his composure. His voice came out a whisper.
"And I you, Lady." He took a deep breath. "What we need."
****
He didn't know how long they talked. Or if most of it even involved words. He imagined the world they wanted, pictured a home for their people. A safe place where they could live, build. Crops, animals. A world that, while it may have danger for the careless, would be a safe home for their children.
At the thought of children, an image intruded on his mind. The Lady standing beside him. Her belly swollen. At her breast, a young child nursed. His arm slipped around the mother of his children.
He felt Love, and Peace.
****
Alan stepped into the tent. The other four were all awake, eyes on him. Brenda sat up, Sally mostly relinquishing her hold.
"How did it go?"
"Well, I think. She now understands."
"And we do as well. I consider that a good thing." The others nodded. He slipped into his bed. Jeanie was looking at him.
"Do you need help with that, Alan?" He felt his rock hard cock throb at her words. She was not quite yet fertile, yet...
"No. This is for her."
Jeanie nodded. Alan settled into the sleeping bag.
The Lady with child.
HIS child.
He slept
The End