~Second Chances~

CW: includes sexual content

~ Second Chances ~

Debbie came running the few steps from the office to the master bedroom. “WuWu! I just let an airport shuttle in the front gate. JIMMY’S HOME!”

Their scramble for the front door brought all five animals running. “Wait!” Debbie commanded. “You guys stay. Just sit and stay.” Shaking and whining, the doggies obeyed, only just able to keep their haunches down. But Tippycat would have none of it and slipped out of the door with the two women. The shuttle stopped and the door accordioned opened. A road weary Jimmy stepped out carrying his backpack and wearing a t-shirt that read, Trophy Husband. Tippycat leapt into his free arm and the girls were on him, kissing, hugging and pulling him towards the house.

“Hold it ya’ll. I didn’t tip the driver yet.”

Shewuma said, “I’ll give him a tip.” She looked over Jimmy’s shoulder and said, “Don’t look directly into the sun.”

The driver harrumphed the door closed.

“Oh Wu.” Debbie knocked and he opened it. “She was just kidding. I’m sorry, I don’t have any cash. But this should do.” She produced a high-end Buck folding lock blade and tossed it to him.

He turned it over, examining it and mumbled, “This must be worth 150 bucks. Thanks!”

Inside, Debbie and Wu waited impatiently while Jimmy greeted his Doberman hound, Beagle mix and two Cairn terriers. After placations and treats, his wives each took a hand and guided him to the bedroom. Alone at last. Wu tapped his chest and said, “Now you stand right here and watch this.” Wu Took Debbie’s hand and drew her to the king sized bed. Keeping his eyes glued, Jimmy dropped his pack and undressed. The girls kissed and began slowly stripping each other.

Jimmy started over and Debbie’s hand went up. “Stop. Not yet big boy.” Barely able, Jimmy waited.

Shewuma lay down and Debbie climbed on top of her. After some playful kissing, Debbie turned serious attention to Wu’s dark stippled areolas, while Wu reached down and kneaded Debbie’s opulent breasts. Debbie’s pale, flawless skin and white hair was intoxicating against Wu’s copper complexion. Desire overwhelmed Jimmy like starvation in a predator stalking his prey. As Wu gently pushed Debbie’s head down between her open legs, Debbie arched her back and raised up on her knees. She looked at Jimmy and smiled. “Come and get it Daddy.”

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Debbie exited her and Wu’s dream closet dressed in all white while putting in some half-moon earrings. She watched Jimmy and Shewuma still making love with interest. Wu accepted Jimmy’s deep, slow thrusts with moaning relish. “Okay you two. Wrap it up. We have a busy schedule today.”

“I’m going to be a while Dibs.”

Shewuma shooed Debbie away with her hand. “Come back in a little while, Baby Cakes. Unless you want to hop back on.”

Misreading Debbie’s intentions, Wu tee-heed and reached out as Debbie approached the bed. Debbie squeezed the rope-like muscles on both sides of Jimmy’s lower back between the 2nd and 3rd lumbar of the spine. He instantly orgasmed a gut wrenching ejaculation. Shewuma’s empathic receptors felt him come hard unexpectedly and grunted with surprise.

Jimmy rolled off. “What the fuck was that? I hate that acupressure shit that you do.”

“No you don’t. Why do you think you can go so many times?”

Perplexed, Jimmy stammered, “That’s you? I just thought… I…”

While Wu stifled her laughs with snorts, Debbie gave Jimmy a placating but dismissive peck on the mouth. “Forget I said that. We have to get to work. Now Wu. Dermott is going to pick up Charlie Sue at the Airport in an hour. I want you to go with him just to be safe. We don’t know her yet.”

Jimmy retrieved his clothes off the floor from earlier. “Who’s Charlie Sue?”

“She’s Dermott’s new girlfriend. He wants her to move in with him into one of the guest houses and we need to check her out first.”

Wu began dressing as well. “Good idea Dibs.”

“No shit,” said Jimmy smiling with pride. “That dog. I didn’t know he had it in him. Who is she? You have a premonition about her yet?”

“No. My Sight hasn’t been functioning well lately. In fact, it’s not working at all right now. I’m 91% sure it has something to do with reading Wisty’s baby.”

Wu and Jimmy both began concerned questions. Debbie waved them off. “We’ll talk about it later. For now. Wu, you go with Dermott. Jim, you make lunch.”

“How many?”

“Seven total. Us and them and Corrine and Daniel.”

“I’ll roast four chickens, grill a couple of Tomahawk steaks and I’ll make mashed potatoes, a broccoli cheese casserole and biscuits for the SADs. (Debbie’s name for people that ate the unhealthy Standard American Diet.)

“And gravy!” Wu called out.

“And gravy for WuWu,” Jimmy added.

“Perfect, Babe. I have to check on Luce and her baby. She’s having unusually persistent cramps and nausea. Then I have to give Corinne her daily once-over. Then I’m going to see Will. We have to talk.”

Jim was a bit concerned. “Alone? At his cottage? You want me to go with you?”

Wu enjoyed his unease, “Will is okay Jimbo.”

“But he’s a Drachonian.”

“Jim, even if he tried something, he only has one arm. And the Transformation has given Debs all the power of an Erran Comista. She could take him in her sleep now.” Then she winked at him and raised her eyebrows, kittenishly inviting.

Debbie said flatly, “Don’t worry Jim, I can handle Will. Where’s the Musgravite?” She needed the radiated gem to help treat the resurgence of Corrine’s cancer. It was the only reason for Jimmy and Grandaddy’s dangerous sojourn into the Earth’s underground realm, the Bloworld.

“In the back pack.”

Debbie fished it out and checked it over, including touching it to her tongue for a chemical evaluation by the Alien computer chip embedded in her brain. She smiled, satisfied. “Perfect. Let’s get to it guys.”

Jimmy called out as she left the room, “I missed you too.” He waited until hearing the back door shut, then threw a giggling Wu over his shoulder and ran back to the bed. They didn’t know that everything in their life was about to change.

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As Debbie approached the guest house of Will, she heard music coming from inside. Deep bass lines with occasional tweaks and intermittent hissing and guttural sounds. Translating the Drachonian language to song lyrics was tricky but the song appeared to be about preparing for battle. If she had to define it by human music genres, it would be Rap. As she reached to knock on the front door, the music stopped and Will’s voice beckoned her in. She entered and Will stood there, a 6-foot 3-inch totem of blueish-green scaled Reptilian, with yellow slits for eyes and brandishing a Medici collar of ornate spikes growing from his shoulders. They certainly were impressive creatures. Debbie pointed to the towel he wore covering his genitals. “I appreciate the thought Will but I have no issue with nudity. It’s the humans and the Hybrids that are odd about it.”

Rather formally for Debbie’s taste he answered, “Understood Comista.”

Except for two items of note, the dwelling looked practically unlived in. Heavy blankets covered the windows blocking any hint of light. Also a makeshift sandbox of sorts in the middle of the living room was filled with rocks. “Is that your bed?”

“Yes?” he said warily.

“You know, if you prefer an underground bungalow, I’ll call the contractor today. We could have one for you in a few weeks.”

“If I decide to stay Comista, I will dig it myself. But thank you anyway.” Will felt he already owed these people too much for saving his life. There was also Shewuma's Kachinas to consider. The Compound was crawling with them. It was ingrained in him from birth that Kachinas and Errans for that matter, were mortal enemies of Drachonian royalty. He found it hard to believe that Shewuma and her minions would ever even accept, let alone trust him.

“Will. I need to keep up an authoritative front in mixed company but when we are alone, please feel free to call me Debbie.”

“Thank you Comista. I will consider it.”

“You still don’t really trust me yet.” She crinkled her nose playfully. “I understand. You have spent you’re entire life believing Errans are your enemy. But that considered, I have a proposition for you.”

Will snatched off the towel and tossed it aside. “Anytime, anywhere…Debbie.”

“That’s flattering Will but that isn’t the offer. I have been in touch with Dr. Nils Eriksson, head of Research and Development at Avancerad Tcknik in Sweden. They work with many entities let’s call them, on Medical Technology, Artificial Intelligence and innovative weaponry. In return for my counsel and advice on specific matters, he has agreed to make you a prosthetic arm. What do you say?”

“My arm will grow back.”

“I know. I see you already have a little stub going there. But best case, it will take over a hundred years. In the meantime, you’ll have two arms. The prosthetic would be state of the art, weaponized and strong. Maybe stronger than your old one. It can be adapted as your real arm grows out. Well?”

Will’s first instinct was no way. He knew all about the Erran race. Logical, calculating and always weighing the cost and benefit of every situation. She would want something in return. After 161 years of subservience to an Annunaki tyrant, he finally had freedom and he wanted to keep it.

Debbie sensed his reluctance. “It’s all paid for and you would have no obligations to me or them.”

“Forgive me for being skeptical Comista but I don’t believe you. I know Errans.”

“I’m half human.”

“Humans are even worse. You’ll want something in return.”

“Yes. You caught me. I want you to listen to Led Zeppelin, the greatest rock band in history and consider playing their music instead of your Reptilian Rap. It’s annoying.”

He didn’t waver, in spite of enjoying her levity. “No. My freedom is precious. Every instinct tells me not to trust an Erran.”

“Coalesce me. Feel my intentions.”

Will was astonished. How could she know of the Coalesce, the merging of minds. It was used within the Reptilian race seeking truth. Marriage, partnerships, treaties. The ultimate bonding experience. But to all other species Drachs were considered solidly anti-telepathy. Drach thoughts were off limits and that’s how they liked it. “How do know of this Comista?”

“In Deep Creek they say, I don’t get much, but I don’t miss much either. Come on Will. Or are you scared of a girl?”

The corners of Will’s scaley mouth pulled together into an odd expression. Debbie realized he was smiling. She searched Enoch’s memories and every other data base she had access to. She could find not one single iota of evidence that a Reptilian of any clan had ever smiled. She wasn’t aware they were capable of it. He held out his fingertips and Debbie touched them with hers. After a few seconds of the Coalesce he dropped to one knee. “I misjudged you Debbie. Forgive me. And yes, I accept your offer.”

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Mamtodia was a Mantid. The last surviving member of the Mantid race of Insectoid Aliens in the Milky Way Galaxy and he was finishing up his Encomium. It contained his own eulogy and the bequeath of all his assets, responsibilities and power to Shewuma Hopitu. After 600,000 years on his home planet in the Sombrero galaxy in the Virgo constellation, 200,000 years traveling the cosmos and 65,000 years here on Earth, his life force was spent. Unlike all of the other Alien species, Mantids were the only Alien race on Earth, not seeking natural resources. Their mission, as always, since before Errans first explored space or the Nephilim shed physical form, was fostering new life in the universe. His was the pride of a father, especially for the Khoisans of Africa and his coveted Hopi Tribe. But eventually all parents have to let their children go. Though Humans were survivors and full of potential, they had no chance against what was coming. Like his dead ally Enoch of the planet Erran, he couldn’t be there when his “children” would need him the most. But Shewuma was ready to take the reins. After following her life from afar since her birth, he was pleased with her accomplishments and status. Enoch had insisted he implant Shewuma with Mantid DNA while she was in the womb. A century and a half later, Shewuma was now a Senior Kachina, Chieftess of the Hopi Nation, a warrior for humanity and Crevetch to the new Comista of Earth. And he was ready to pass on. His gifts to her were a small but essential part of Enoch’s crazy plan to save Mankind. You see, there were 13 Crystalline Integrated Circuit Computer Chips. Each Cric as they were called, was organically programmed to an Erran Sentinel of a specific Blue Crystal Skull Computer. They carried them inside their bodies and used them to control the super computer network. Enoch of Erran had spent centuries covertly infusing the latent DNA of the Erran Sentinels into Debbie Archer’s lineage. Her birth was a revelation. The first female Archer in thirteen generations. After the prophesied assassination of the 13 Sentinels by Lucifer, their Crics were implanted all over Debbie’s Archer’s body. The resulting activation of her Erran DNA merged with the 13 Crics transforming her into a Comista from Erran Lore. Exalted, female Holy Warriors of great power. In Erran legends they were a Demigod of sorts. Enoch once told him that Debbie was the door to salvation, but Shewuma was the key to unlock that door. Shewuma was the next step. Mamtodia was always skeptical of Enoch’s Sight. He never really believed Enoch could pull off his master plan. But he did. And it worked… so far. But Debbie and Shewuma couldn’t possibly imagine the scope of malevolent intentions marshalling against them. Defeating Lucifer and his horde was a beacon to Immortals with a grudge, ambitious Aliens, primordial societies, even formidable Hybrids seeking fortune and glory. And for a host of reasons. The main one being the control or destruction of the network of the Blue Crystal Skull Computers. It would allow access to Celestial Energy from Dark Matter and would instantly shift the balance of power in the Solar System. But there were other more personal, perhaps even more driving reasons as well. Perceived justice, revenge, pious motivations, or just the desire to be top dog. It would get much worse before it got better. Yes. Mamtodia knew now that his passing would elevate Shewuma to her highest level, giving her and Debbie a fighting chance. Not just for their own survival but for the preservation of mankind as well.

His plans were set. All that was left to do was call a Treaty Summit. The Comista of Earth’s approval would make it sanctioned and official. He needed a reliable vessel to contact her. Stealth was always a virtue. That Wolf boy, the new tribal teacher of the Hopi Kachinas should do nicely. He won’t know what hit him.

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