The Carlson Chronicle Chapter 1
Chapter 11

14-Jun-2345

Alex and Lorelei looked at the ship hanging before them in one of her larger bays. A wedge design, massing some 75,000 tons, with a volume of twice that, the yet unnamed ship hung in eerie splendor, waiting for it’s time.

“Well, built to your specifications brother. But, for who?”

“Kyle Storm has been with Leo these last few years, out on Summer, training officers and crew for the task of defending the home systems. This is the ship class for the job.”

“An infinitely unenviable task. The Garshans do not play by anyone’s rules save their own. Your friends will surely have their hands full. Now that this prototype is finished, should I set aside a few bays to build more? I have more than enough resources on board, and could conceivably build 200 more in a few weeks.”

“Infinitely.” He said absently, as though a thought not entirely his own flashed through his brain.

“Iris! Stop meddling! Let the boy think on his own!” Mannis yelled at his shapely assistant, her shape even more attractive to him with her considerable belly bump.

“Sorry hun. I just wanted something to remember the old universe by.”

“Well, isn’t it enough he’s learned the shape of that old ship? You want to go and meddle with an unstable mind to what end? Just for a vague reminder of a future past he’ll never know? Get over here.”

She waddled over to him, her very swollen belly nearly to full term. Standing on her tip toes, she leaned up and kissed him passionately, he rubbing her firm belly, his hand feeling a soft kick. Pulling her into a hug, he scooped her up, and carried her to their bed chambers...

“What brother?”

“I dunno, I just had a memory I didn’t know existed. A few weeks ago, while Amy slept, she almost screamed the words Temporal Overwatch. What is that?” He asked as Lorelei’s hands flew to her mouth.

“Oh my! Are you absolutely sure she said that?”

“Positive.”

“Ok, but this is between you and I and goes no further. Think back in our history, there was talk of being able to manipulate the flow of time. A professor and his assistant stole the device and the related research, claiming that neither the Galhadians nor the Kanin were mature enough to use it correctly, and to abuse it would tear the very fabric of reality to ribbons.”

“Yes, the TCD. But, I thought it was merely conjecture? One was never built.”

“No, one was built. It’s the one Mannis stole. He and his assistant Iris. They have been black-listed from the very scientific community they hoped to shape. If you had a stray memory, and Amy was contacted by Temporal Overwatch, which is Mannis’ organization, then you may have had contact with them at one point in your life, or this life you’re leading now, isn’t the life you were supposed to, OR, simply put, they moved you through time to correct an oversight, either with regards to your life, or the universe as a whole.” She finished, as he half listened.

“Infinite Struggle. It fits. Whether from a fragmented past or not, that is what this new ship will be called.” He said, as Lorelei nodded.

“And if this wasn’t my life the first or 30th time around, I surely hope they leave me alone. I like my life just fine.” He finished, hugging her to him. She returned his loving hug.

“How are the children?”

“Jayce is doing well, but something is bothering Becca. She barely eats, I caught her cutting herself the other day. I have no idea what’s wrong with her. It’s like she suffered some deep psychological trauma, and I just don’t know where to look.”

“Have you tried simply asking her? You’ve been very busy these last few years, maybe she simply needs to have her needs met. Sorry, never been a parent, but I do have friends here on the station.”

“Hmm, Ok, I’ll go see her.”

“She’s with her brother, on board the ‘Graf Spee’.”

“Thanks sis.” He said with a smile, hugged her and left. He was home in minutes.

Walking into the officer’s lounge found a bizarre scene: Jett, tied to a huge balloon, spread eagle, with Jayce blowing it up bigger and bigger, Jett on her back a top it, her ropes wrapping around the mighty sphere. Becca standing behind the sphere, teasing Jett’s sex with a feather. Becca jumped at seeing Alex, ducking down behind the giant blue sphere. Jayce, sensing something was wrong, turned and saw Alex. He swallowed hard. Jett stopped gasping as the feather stopped tickling her clit, and she was able to form coherent words.

“Wh..why did you stop?”

“Jett? What’s going on?” Alex asked, as both Jayce and Becca now hid behind the balloon, fearing for their lives, or at least that’s what it looked like to Alex.

“Oh! Hi Alex, we were just playing. Well, ok, they were playing, I was the toy and well... Heh heh.” She said, feeling like she was about to get the royal ass whipping treatment. Moving toward the balloon, he called for his children to come to him.

“Jayce! Becca! Come here!” He said, giving them his tone and charisma. They both fled the room however! Jett’s balloon burst suddenly, dropping the poor skunk onto the hard floor on her back.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow...God, I hate balloons.” She said, as Alex helped her to her feet. Other then the ropes tied to her ankles and wrists, she was naked. Alex really did love her, and pulled her into a long hug, soft kiss and caress of her curves. She coo’ed at his touch and gasped as he caressed her considerable assets.

“Ok, want to tell me why my kids seem to be scared of me?” He asked after pulling back from her. She licked the side of his face anyway. She was hornier then ever, but figured she’d better answer to the best of her abilities, or he’d make a carpet out of her.

“Hmm, well, to be honest, they really don’t know you boss. You’re never here, and haven’t been for most of their lives. I mean, yeah, you come home at night, like everyone else, kiss them after they’re asleep and all that, but they really don’t know you, and the stuff they do know about you, your warrior side, well, it scares the crap out of Becca. Jayce is cool with it, but he’s really protective of his sister, and well, she’s terrified of you.”

“Damn, ok. Thanks Jett. By the way, why aren’t you with Leo?”

“Tired of him. Seriously, he’s got this Napoleon thing going on. Can’t deal with him anymore. Besides, Flow has Tina, Val has the engines and anything else made by Lorelei to keep her busy, and that left me all alone. So, last month, when we were in port, I jumped ship. Besides, I like it here. I love sexing you up, and I’ll blow up a balloon or a bubble for you, just don’t make me leave, please?” She pleaded with him. He could see the love and longing in her eyes, and deciding that the kids would wait, scooped her up in his arms, his teeth closing around one of her small, pink nipples, he gently suckled and very lightly teethed, while carrying her to her room, just down the hall from his and Amy’s.

As the door slid closed, she helped him out of his clothes, knelt in front of him, and while looking up into his eyes, took all of his big ten inch tool into her mouth and sucked him for what seemed like hours.

Whenever he felt like he was about to cum, she stopped him, and after an hour of this torture, he grabbed her head, forced himself into her mouth, deep-throating her, and cuming hard. She swallowed all of it, suckling more on it as if it were a hose of cum. He sank to his knees a moment later.

“Geez Jett, you really need to teach that to Amy or Ericka!” But she shook her head.

“Nope, because then I wouldn’t have a unique talent to seduce you with.”

“Good point.” He said, scooping her up and laying her across her bed, going down on her and giving her a thorough tongue lashing. She screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.

“I wish you could give me a little one Alex. I really want one.”

“Want me to replace you a cute skunk? Well, that’s an oxymoron, since there aren’t any skunks that aren’t cute, be they male or female.”

“No, because then it’s like I’m settling down. I want YOU to give me a little one. Why? I don’t know. Maybe I should just go.” She said as she tried to get up. He grabbed her, threw her back onto the bed, and, hoping he was reading her right, took her, slave-girl style.

A few hours later...

As she purred atop his chest, he lightly scratching the small of her back, she turned his head to face her. Looking up into her eyes, he saw the same thing in them that he saw in Amy’s: Absolute love and devotion. He kissed her tenderly, sliding her across his waist, she replaceing then sliding down his shaft once more, rocking up and down slowly, keeping time to a rhythm all her own, he enjoying himself on her soft DD’s...

An hour later...

As he relieved himself in the bathroom, she showering then dragging him in after he finished, sudsing him up, he working the shampoo into her fur. It was still soft, even after a marathon sex session, yet it had a stale cum smell to it. Washing him was far easier then washing herself, but he was very good and very thorough, getting even her tail clean. She was about to rape him again as he gently caressed the shampoo into her tail, then rinsed it all out, working the water into the denser parts of her fur there. Being the most sensitive part of her body, she was trying very hard not to just have her way with him, when he turned her head to face him, giving her a very long, very passionate kiss.

And just like Amy and Ericka, she would live, love and die for him, and all he had to do, was ask...

The next day...

“Amy, we need to talk.” Alex said, walking into his quarters, Jett close behind. He saw her, pinned to the ceiling, quite tightly, a huge red balloon doing the pinning, a hissing air tank being pressed against the far wall. Alex saw that the tank was red, which meant only one gas: Hydrogen! Looking at Amy revealed she was blindfolded, gagged and naked. Her wrists were bound to her ankles, the latter pulled up so she was sorta kneeling on the sphere under her. Alex saw this balloon was about to die, and grabbing Jett, ran from the room. The door closed and locked, just in time...

“BOOM!” Went something in the room, most likely the balloon, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Calling up a computer feed, he scanned the whole room. Amy was slightly scorched here and there, but all was healing rather quickly, so he unlocked the door and went back inside. Removing her bindings and gag, Jett untying her ankles from her wrists, he looked at her.

“Ok, that was beyond fucked up!” She cursed, this surprising Alex and Jett, mostly because Amythyst never, ever, used profanity.

“Who did that to you Amy?” Jett asked as Alex moved over and shut off the hissing tank. He came back over to her as the rest of her wounds finished healing.

“Jayce and Becca! What the hell is wrong with those two?”

“I know one thing, military academy. For the both of them. Jett, we still at Center?” She nodded.

“Ok, replace them, subdue them, and call me when you have them.”

“With pleasure.” She said with a smile, turning and running off.

“You ok hun?” He asked the love of his life.

“Peachy. Just damned peachy. Ok, I’ve been trying to get E to listen, but these kids are big time bad seed. I don’t know how or why, but I support your decision. Let’s see if the Terran Military machine can do anything with them.”

The explosion that rocked their ship a few minutes later, triggered every alarm aboard the small cruiser, the damage so severe, the blast so powerful, Lorelei was forced to jettison the ship to maintain structural integrity of this section of Black Sector...

Tracking by scent was a trait Jett knew she had, though she rarely, if ever, had cause to use it. So as she ran here and there, following their scent, she quickly found herself in Fold engineering. Seeing two shapes behind one piece of the drive, she moved into the light so she could be seen.

“HEY! What are you two doing in here?” She yelled at them. When Jayce stepped into view, holding a small laser pistol, her eyes went wide! Becca finished setting something, then turned, nodding to Jayce. He fired at Jett a second later, blasting everything all around her, as he raised his wrist to his mouth, speaking into a wrist-COM, and the two of them disappearing in a bluish-white transport beam.

Ducking and dodging most of the shots, she felt a few shots hit her, left thigh, right shoulder, and a graze that sent tears down her face, that shot hitting her tail. As the two teens disappeared, she moved to where they had been, spotting the explosive device, how large it was, almost a meter in every direction, and the large LCD timer facing her, counting down from 4...

Turning, she raced for the main hatchway, reaching it and it opening for her as the blast went off. Picked up off of her feet, she was thrown down the short corridor and slammed into the far bulkhead at nearly the speed of sound, crushing her nearly flat as a pancake.

If her gene hadn’t been activated nearly a decade before while serving with Leo, it surely would have been activated now.

The hatchway slammed shut as pressure on the explosion side was reduced to zero in seconds, the blast destroying the port-side Fold engine, and tearing a huge swath of plating from the hull in every direction. Luckily, they were in port, so no one was in engineering when the bomb detonated...

Thrown into Amy by the blast, they landed hard on the deck, she braining herself on the cold, thinly carpetted floor. Picking himself up off the floor seemed easier than it should have been and as he felt his stomach do a flip flop, he knew gravity was out. Floating above Amy by a few feet, she got her wits about herself, and found herself floating as well.

“What the fuck was that!?” He found himself yelling. Lorelei’s hologram appeared in front of them.

“Brother! Are you ok?” She asked, very concerned.

“We’re fine, Amy may have a new bump on her head, but we’re good. What the hell was that? Are we under attack?”

“No, your port side Fold engine exploded!”

“What?!” Was all he and Amy could say.

“Wait? Where’s Jett?” He asked. Lorelei looked thoughtful for a moment, as though scanning their ship, then the battered, broken and slowly healing skunk materialized before them. Gravity slowly came back on, as Alex and Amy settled onto the floor.

“I must go, there’s a pressure leak in Black Sector, and I need to replace it fast, or close off the whole sector!” And her hologram disappeared.

Alex bent low, straightening Jett’s battered body, her chest rising and falling slowly, her injuries grievous but healing. It looked as though she was at ground zero of the blast.

“Look here Amy, these scorch marks on her fur, and this burned section of her tail. These aren’t from the blast, these are laser burns. She was shot before the blast!” He said, as Amy jumped to her feet, and pulled up security feeds from port side Fold engineering. She watched it all, then gasped quite loudly toward the end. Alex heard her gasp, then the muffled boom of the explosion. Looking up at the shocked look on her face, as she sat down hard.

“Amythyst, what’s wrong?”

“They’re here!”

“They? Who’s they?”

“The Garshans! And our kids are working for them!”