Chapter 5

In the morning, Mark woke up to Solara sleeping in front of him and Laruun cuddled up against his back. Everyone else had also moved their beds to the floor.

He extracted himself out from between the sleeping beauties and made his way to the galley in search of a cup of coffee or tea or juice or anything. But when he got there, he did not know where to look.

Fortunately, Cricket instructed. “See that screen with the little door below it? Place your hand on the screen.”

Mark pressed his hand to the screen, which immediately displayed, ‘Good morning, Mark!’ and then a menu appeared with icons for HOT and COLD. That seemed self explanatory, so he selected HOT. Another menu appeared with a selection of drinks—one of which was COFFEE. Upon selecting it, a menu popped up showing ADDITIVES and there was a MAKE icon at the bottom of the screen. Just wanting a black coffee, he pushed MAKE. A few seconds later, a door slid open revealing a cup full of coffee inside and the screen displayed, ‘Enjoy your drink, Mark!’

“Smart machine, I like the personal touches.” Mark thought as he took the cup of coffee, which he noticed had his name on it, and went to the bridge.

Upon opening the door, consoles started lighting up.

The bridge wasn’t really a bridge, so much as a cockpit. It just had the one central swivel chair, surrounded by consoles and screens. Obviously designed for a single pilot, not a crew.

Thoughts of travelling the stars recalled the memory of his cousin. “Cricket, do you have any information on my cousin, Adam Jenkins? He was a consultant on a Federation research island on Earth twenty some years ago?”

“Unfortunately no. I’m currently disconnected from the Federation network, so I have limited capabilities.”

He sat down in the pilot’s seat with his coffee and took his first sip. It wasn’t the greatest coffee, but it wasn’t bad either. As he sipped his coffee, he looked around at all the consoles and saw all kinds of status and technical drawings for the ship.

Life Support: 0%, Power: 100%, Main Thrusters: 0%, Lateral Thrusters: 100%, Anti-Grav Cyclics: 100%, Shields: 100%, Cloak: 100%, Light Drive: 0%, Communications: 100%, Synthesizers: 68%, Cargo: 2%

Mark asked, “Communications 100%? Does that mean we can call someone?”

Cricket answered. “I suppose we could, but I have no contacts to call. I’m monitoring communications in case someone calls us, or we pick up another signal. The medibay activated my base program when it recognized your genetic markers. My base program is really basic! Pretty much everything I currently know is what I have scanned from your memories or have retrieved from the ship’s computer. Unfortunately, the crash damaged the ship’s computer. I got some schematics and the passenger manifest, but that was it.”

Mark asked, “What’s the cargo 2% and the synthesizers 68% about?”

Cricket explained. “Cargo 2% is the calculated weight ratio of current cargo load in relation to the gravity of the planet. Not that we could leave anyway without main thrusters or life support, but the closer you get to 100% the more thrust is required to move about in atmosphere. At—or above—100% you could never leave the planet’s gravity. The synthesizers 68% is how much stored mass we have for fabricating food, clothing or other items.”

Just then, Rayven spoke up behind him. “So Captain, what’s the plan?”

“No plan yet! Solara is still sleeping. She must have worked pretty late before she succumbed to sleep. Want a seat?” He motioned to the nude devil standing beside him as he swivelled the seat toward her.

She smiled, “Don’t mind if I do!”, as she sat in his lap holding her cup of what smelled like hot chocolate.

Rayven looked around and said, “You really can talk to the ship! I haven’t seen this area powered up since Marco was alive.”

Then she let out a little laugh and said, “I just thought of something ... Mark ... Marco ... it’s like you were destined to take his place. Except I like the way you take care of us better, since Marco never had sex with us—or at least he hadn’t before he died!”

Rayven smiled as she wiggled her ass against his cock, which was already showing signs of life, then she lifted herself up, grabbed his hardening cock, directed it toward her pussy and sat back down to continue drinking her hot chocolate. “Ahh, that’s better.”

“Yes, it is!” Mark said, happy to just sit and cuddle with the little devil with his cock enveloped in her warm wet pussy.

After a few minutes, Laruun walked in, looked down and saw Rayven impaled on Mark’s cock, and said, “Good morning!” as she gave them each a quick kiss and then leaned in and started licking their union. “You guys haven’t cum yet?”

“No, we’ve just been sitting here talking, Rayven just tired of getting poked, so she repositioned it.”

Laruun laughed. “How convenient!”, as she continued to lick their union and spending more time on Rayven’s clit.

Mark felt Rayven’s pussy tighten around his cock as she moaned and her clit cock grew.

Laruun kept up her ministrations, drawing Rayven’s cock out to its fully erect size. Mark was watching over Rayven’s shoulder, massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples.

Once Rayven’s cock was hard enough, she climbed on top and lowered herself onto it, facing both of them.

She gave them both kisses before she began fucking Rayven’s cock. Once Laruun got into a rhythm, Rayven was playing with Laruun’s little pink nipples, squeezing a drop of milk out and then licking it off.

In this position, Mark could not move, but his cock remained hard because of the warmth of Rayven’s pussy and the erotic sight in front of him.

Sensing Mark’s inability to move, Laruun said, “I’d like to try what T’Soona did, if you two don’t mind. Although it would have to be you in my ass Rayven, I’m pretty sure Mark would hurt.”

Rayven then suggested maybe they should go back to the bed in the cargo bay.

When they reached the makeshift bed, pretty much everyone, except Solara, was awakening. The idea of sleeping on the floor together must have appealed to everyone, as they had all brought their mattresses and blankets out.

Mark lay on the bed, Laruun moved on top and impaled herself on Mark’s cock, Rayven then positioned herself behind Laruun and after a dollop of spit slowly slid her cock in. Laruun took over and started moving her own body to stroke the two cocks inside her.

Soon she started quickening her pace as Rayven was getting closer to orgasm. Laruun came big time, her orifices squeezing both cocks. Rayven then started cumming into her ass and the feel of both of them pulsing against and around his cock, started Mark squirting inside the kitty.

T’Soona and everyone else was now awake and watching them as Laruun looked around and said, “T’Soona was right, that was awesome! Everyone should try that sometime!”

Solara had been watching from her bed and said, “I have an even better idea for that, but that will have to wait until later.”

T’Soona and Rayven both cleaned up the cum leaking out of Laruun.

Once everyone was awake, Solara said she wanted to show Mark what she had come up with, so they topped up their morning beverages and everyone followed her over to her work area.

When they got to the work area, Mark sat on a bench that kind of resembled a weight bench, with an adjustable tilting back. Then he noticed T’Soona and Candy smirking at him. Confused, he asked, “What?”

Candy said, “That’s the sex chair you’re sitting on.”

“The sex chair?”

Candy raised her eyebrows and smiled as she pointed at a device that looked like a hydraulic ram. “Yeah, we saw something like this on the Internet, so we made one, but now that you’re here...”

Mark laughed. “Ahh I see, you must demonstrate it for me sometime, but right now, something tells me we need to figure out a plan and get it started before those guys come back with friends.” He then gestured for Solara to continue as the rest of the girls gathered around to watch the presentation.

Solara dimmed the lighting in the cargo hold as a holographic projection of the ranch came up. With waves of her four hands and arms, Solara outlined her plans for the ranch, zooming in here and there and moving around the ranch, showing the sequence of events. Then she asked if there were questions?

Mark asked, “The first part, building the underground hangar—how long will that take?”

Solara thought about it for a second, then replied, “The construx could probably have it done within a day, and they could likely do it without disturbing the topsoil until it came time to open the hangar to park the ship. If Joe and Kat agree to my plan, I could probably have the entire plan done within a few days, disturbing nothing or anyone.”

“OK, sounds like a start, that’s way better than what I was thinking, and I like how you want to help Joe and Kat without having ever met them,” Mark commended her, “Now, I need to go see Joe and Kat and run this plan by them. I saw when I was in the pilot’s seat, that we’re actually hovering over the spot you were just talking about.”

“I saw what Solara was doing, and I liked her plan, so I parked the ship there, instead of over the pasture. That way, if you wanted to start construction, the ship would block the view from the satellites.”

“Thank you for taking the initiative!”, he thought, then said, “Lower the ramp and I’ll take the Gator back to the ranch.”

Laruun pointed to where his clothes were, “Don’t you think you should put some clothes on first?”

Mark began dressing in his old clothes that didn’t fit very well, so Rayven took him into Marco’s room and introduced him to the clothing synth.

As Mark suspected, the clothing synth was just like the little cupboard, it fabricated stuff depending on who opened the door and as such the clothes were always a perfect fit.

It was 10AM on Friday and it was a cool day, so there were no visitors at the ranch. Mark drove the now silent Gator to the lodge, just over a hundred metres away, and went into the lodge where Kat was drinking coffee.

Kat looked him up and down. The white cowboy hat told her that what she was thinking was correct, but felt compelled to ask, “Mark, is that you?”

Forgetting he now looked much younger, he said, “Of course it’s me! Oh yeah, I guess I look a bit different. A lot has happened in the past few days and I need to sit down with you and Joe to go over a few things.”

Just then Joe walked in, did a double take and said, “I see why Laruun said that you would stay with them for a few days. You look like you found the fountain of youth!”

“Not exactly a fountain, but the medibay in the ship can do wonders. It returned me to what’s called a ‘prime state’.”

Kat said, “I’ll say! You look a lot like you did when we first met you, except maybe in even better shape.”

“If you want to try the medibay, I won’t stop you, but that’s the whole reason it took so long. I got up there, we had burgers, I got in the medibay and woke up yesterday.”

Kat teased him, “Aww, so you didn’t get to fuck all the sexy aliens?”

Mark donned a huge grin. “No, I did! That was why I didn’t come back yesterday,” then he continued, “well, that plus we encountered some scientists or military guys up at the high lake. So we’re looking for a place to hide.”

Kat laughed. “I suspected that was the reason for the phone call yesterday afternoon. We got a call from the military, telling us they would be performing exercises in the hills and asked if we could please not do any trail rides to the northwest for a couple of weeks.”

Joe said, “Mark, we don’t want any trouble.”

Mark said, “I’m hoping there won’t be any trouble. I’ve got a plan I’d like to run past you, but not here! I need to take you to the ship so Solara can show and explain the plan.

Because time is of the essence right now, I’d like to fill you in on our first step. That clearing just beyond the trees south of the trailhead ... where we’ve talked in the past about me possibly building a house ... well, we’d like to build an underground hangar there to hide the ship in, we can do it quickly AND without disturbing the topsoil—at least until we need to park it. It’ll just look like a cleared area until we can eventually build my house on that spot.”

Joe turned his hands up, “Well, if it’s not really going to disrupt anything or draw attention, I can’t see any harm in that part. Go ahead!”

“Cricket, can you tell Solara that she’s OK to start on the hangar?”

Cricket replied, “Already done!”

With the hangar construction underway, Mark, Kat and Joe went out to the courtyard and turned on a fire pit. Mark described each of the girls, then told them about the hamburgers, then about the medibay, and finally of his distant Atlantean relations. He also summarized the encounter with the men in black, how they got away and how he hopes they think they either left the planet or at least moved to the northwest.

Eventually the conversation came around to talking about the Gator. He felt compelled to tell Joe that Solara had rebuilt the Gator and that it was now completely silent and didn’t use fuel.

Joe then joked and said, “Maybe Solara could convert the other Gator as well, and maybe the tractor?”

“You can ask her when you meet her!”

The rest of the morning and afternoon passed quickly with only a few people stopping by to check on their horses. Although there was always more visitors after school let out, people would stop by to check on their horses after picking the kids up in town.

When Annabelle and Jason returned home from school, Annabelle did a double take and realizing the young man was Mark, she ran, jumped into his arms and gave him a big kiss. Then stopped and looked him over saying, “Now that you’re young again—will you be my boyfriend?”

Mark laughed, “That is a possibility, but I will not commit to that right now. I want you to meet the girls, because if you are going to be my girlfriend, you’ll be living with them as well!”

Annabelle then sniffed and then grabbed Mark’s hand and led him to the locker room, simply saying, “Shower!”; after all, he hadn’t had a shower in several days.

When Mark was naked, Annabelle dropped to her knees and inspected his cock, hefting it with both hands, “Wow! You’re huge, and I like the tattoos!”

The mere touch of her hands, and wonder in her eyes, already had his cock getting hard, as she licked her lips and continued to stroke it.

Once they got under the shower, Annabelle wiggled her ass against Mark’s now very hard erection and eventually assumed the position her mom and dad used in the shower, when she lost her virginity. His cock was long enough that, even from behind, he remained fully embedded in her warm, wet pussy. After a few minutes of nice slow love making under the shower, Mark felt his cock tingle a bit and suddenly Annabelle was gasping for air. His cock had grown enough that the head was brushing her cervix.

The sensation of being fucked that deeply caused Annabelle to cum, which triggered Mark to erupt hot cum directly into her womb, the sensation of which almost drove Annabelle to pass out from the ecstasy.

Kat had been watching from the doorway behind them and when Mark extracted his still enlarged cock from her daughter, there was a flood of cum that gushed out of her all down her legs and splashed onto the floor.

Kat stared in astonishment. “Wow! I can’t wait to try that beast!” Smiling as she turned and left.

After cleaning themselves up, it was time for the evening chores.

Mark and Annabelle helped Joe bring in the horses and set them up for the night in the barn. Then they returned to the lodge for a supper of spaghetti.

Being autumn, it was getting dark outside by the time supper was over, so Mark thought that the darkness would hide their walk to the ship in case anyone was watching.

Cricket said, “Actually, Solara has progressed further than expected on the plan. It just got dark enough to open the ground and park the ship, so go to the workshop.”

Mark and the family walked across the driveway to the workshop. Upon entry Cricket said, “Go down into the pit.”

Out of habit, Mark switched on the fluorescent lights that lined both walls of the pit, and led them down the stairs into the pit which they built from the basement of the old house. The pit was long enough that you could access the entire underside of a pickup truck, so they all easily fit.

Once everyone was down there, Cricket instructed, “Walk through the wall.”

Mark could see a blue outline as he approached the far wall and tentatively reached his hand out. His hand passing through what looked like solid concrete.

They walked through the wall and followed a tunnel for a few metres until it opened up into a big round room with tunnels leading to various destinations. Only one other tunnel had lights, and that was the tunnel to HANGAR. Other tunnels were LODGE and BARN, both of which were dark, and then WORKSHOP, which was the one they just came out of.

Based on the direction and distance they walked and the tunnel signs in the room, Joe guessed the roundabout was under the loop feature, but obviously far enough underground that it wasn’t interfering with the septic tank.

They walked down the well-lit tunnel for roughly 100 metres, where it opened into a hangar that barely fit the ship with less than 2 metres of space on the sides. The tunnel led them onto a balcony that cut the height of the hangar into two levels. The tunnel entrance on the balcony was on the northeast corner of the hangar, overlooking the rear of the ship. To the right was a staircase that went down to the floor, but the other end of the balcony appeared to have a ramp that went across the front of the ship and then down the far side of the hangar, meeting the floor near the back of the ship where the ramp was down.

As they walked down the stairs, they could see the girls checking the place out. Solara noticed them first and approached the family. Mark gave her a kiss and a hug, “You work fast, I thought you said it’d take about a day?”

Solara answered, “I had just started using construx when we left and they work faster than I remember. Mind you, the ground here is mostly dirt, whereas Atria is mostly rock. You can’t even see where we opened up the ground to land the ship. I also changed the outer layer of the construction to be uneven and mimic deposits of rocks and other metals native to this area, just in case anyone were to do scans of the ground.”

Joe, Kat, Annabelle and Jason were speechless and staring in awe at everything around them. Well, Jason was mostly staring at the female flesh around him, but he commented on the ship as well.

Always budget conscious, Joe asked, “Where is the power to operate all these lights coming from? Is my electricity bill going to go sky high?”

Solara answered, “No Joseph, I also used the construx to create a power system similar to what I put into the Gator, but bigger. Eventually, if we rebuild the entire ranch out of construx, you won’t have any electricity bill and the ranch would be completely self-sufficient for food, water and waste management. Also, just so you know, I have linked the ship into your Internet service.”

Joe smiled and nodded his head. “I like the sound of that! You must be Solara, pleased to meet you!”, as he extended his hand, which she accepted and shook, saying, “Likewise.”

The other girls came over and stood beside Solara as Mark introduced everyone.

After they made the introductions, Solara guided them into the ship to explain her vision of their non-intrusive hideout and upgrades to the ranch.

Annabelle whispered to Mark, “Have you fucked them all yet?”

Mark shook his head as he whispered, “Some more than once. I hope you and Rayven get along good together!”

She whispered into Mark’s ear, “She’s cute! Maybe we can get naughty with the devil tonight?”

Mark smiled as Solara began explaining the various stages to everyone...

“Phase One was to build the hangar to store the ship and provide a starting point—this phase is already complete.

Phase Two is to build a network of tunnels between the various buildings. If they are going to be monitoring the ranch, we cannot just be walking around outside and suddenly disappear on them. As you have seen, this phase is already underway, since that is how you got here.

Phase Three is to tie into the fences surrounding your land. I see the white fences do not cover the land toward the foothills, so we will need to put up some sort of perimeter on that side. The fence network will also function as surveillance in case someone comes snooping around, and it will also define our boundaries. Our surveillance should be able to detect anyone within a couple of kilometres of the boundary.

Phase Four is to tie into the existing buildings and rebuild them using construx. The structures won’t look any different, but they will become sturdier, safer and self-reliant for power. We could build Mark’s house in this phase.

As Mark has pointed out, the area will probably be under surveillance, if not locally, by satellites. So we must stage any new construction until the outer shell is complete, so it won’t look as if the building suddenly appears.”

As she wrapped up the outline, she asked, “Joseph, Katherine, this is your ranch, is there anything else you would like to add or change?”

Joe said, “Please, it’s just Joe and Kat, I would like to upgrade the barn, but I’m still too overwhelmed with what has happened so far to think coherently. As for your plan, I like how you’ve tried to make everything you’re doing to be completely invisible to anyone visiting the ranch. So go ahead with your plan, I really like the idea of being self-sufficient for power, we don’t have the most stable power out here in the country.”