On the planet
Tentagel, the home world of the Visallians and the Shushonni, there is
no government as such. Because they evolved into a bi-species
world, they had to come to some conclusions about living
together. As time passed and strong bonds of friendships were
made, they slowly became interdependent upon each other, so hostility
or distrust toward one another faded in memory. In fact, they had
no recorded history of any major uprising or disputes between
them. They became so socially and intellectually interdependent,
no one could remember when it was finally decided neither should have
more power over the other.
classes, but because of being a bi-species world, no class was
considered better than another. Not even the so called noble
classes were above the law and there were checks and balances ensconced
in their agreements called the “Documents of Understanding” to insure a
secure and stable state at all times. It was considered
dishonorable and counterproductive for any one family, including the
nobles, to attempt to acquire more wealth or power for themselves than
was necessary for their comfort. It just wasn’t done and the
nobility socialized freely with the other classes.
respected for their individual talents and abilities within their
particular class and could elect and send representatives from their
class to the Guiding Council. The council made the laws of the
land, settled disputes and worked with the two warrior classes to
enforce their laws. There was one higher council made up of
representatives from the nobility class which acted as a check and
balance between the Guiding Council, the courts, the warrior class, and
the common classes. The children of the nobility attended
all-class schools until secondary school when a portion of their school
year was spent in special classes devoted to the humanities, social
philosophy, history and decision making. A certain portion of
every student’s time was required to be devoted to public service,
serving all classes.
warriors devote their lives learning to perfect their minds and
bodies. They are taught from a very early age to use their minds
as well as their bodies to the best of their abilities. Most came
from military families with a long line of highly decorated and honored
warriors. While some might look upon it as an extreme form of
nepotism those who benefitted from the services and protection provided
by the warrior class did not. It was a rare honor and privilege
for someone who was not of a military family to be considered for an
entry position into the ranks.
reasons, there were always a few extra slots, and they were usually
filled with boys who showed exceptional promise, came from families
who were community leaders for generations, or were
recommended by an elder dragoon-icon from a high-ranking military
family. Warriors were looked upon as the guardians of their world
and protectors of their way of life. There is no police force on
their world, only the warrior class. Other than to become a
representative of his class to the Guiding Council, a warrior can not
hold public office even when he retires from active service. They
are the ultimate public servants and whereas on many worlds the
military can sometimes deteriorate into a strong arm of a right-wing
political party, it never happened in the history of their planet.
class evolved into an extension of the people, rather than a tool of
any one class. Children were taught from their earliest years, if
they got lost from their family, were frightened or needed help, the
first person they were to go to was either a Visallian or Shushonni
warrior. If an older person needed help the first to be notified
were the warrior corps. It didn’t matter how high a warrior was
in rank or how many off planet battles he fought valiantly, they were
still required to spend some time serving the needs of the common
folk. A cynical person might make the observation they were
nothing more than huge, highly trained, fierce looking, but lovable boy
scouts. In many ways they would be correct, but they were so much
more. While the nobility and the Guiding Council were the final
word on disputes, the warrior class very quietly and subtly guided all
classes to harmonious resolutions to almost every social problem.
At age five, the
chosen boys begin to attend a pre-military school for their primary
education. From the beginning they are schooled separately from
the general public because the focus of their education, as might be
expected, is considerably different. They spend the first three
years in school five days a week from six in the morning to six in the
evening with an hour nap after lunch. They are allowed to return
to their homes after classes and spend weekends with their families.
At eight years
old they are sent away to a military prep-school for ten months out of
the year and spend the five summer months with their families.
They are required to spend one additional year as prefects working in
elementary schools as big brothers and teacher’s aids. They may
be assigned to work in a regular (all-class) public school as well as a
military prep-school. This period of four years in class and one
in service is considered their secondary education.
If all goes well
and they meet the requirements, at the age of thirteen there is an
elaborate ceremony and they receive their first family tribal
tattoo. They are elevated to a new class and are respectfully
referred to as ‘cadets.’ They are recognized socially as junior
warriors who have come of age, and are accepted into the state military
academy. They spend six years in their local academy as students
plus an additional year as prefects, tutors, mentors for the younger
men, and class aids for the instructors. Again, most are assigned
to public ‘all-class’ schools for their service year.
They are usually
twenty years old when they finally complete all their pre-adult
education and graduate. They spend their twentieth year traveling
their world and meeting the people they will be serving as warriors and
military men. It is a time of great honor and learning about life
for them. They are wined and dined everywhere as their world’s
finest. They are expected to conduct themselves
accordingly. At the end of that year they are ranked as to their
conduct and deportment.
At the magic age
of twenty-one there is another great celebration of their passage in to
adulthood and they receive their second tribal tattoo. It is the
symbol that joins them to their brothers. Each platoon has its
own distinctive tattoo. Then they are eligible to enter the
National Military Academy for another five years of intensive schooling
and training. By the time they graduate, they are the finest
fighting men and warriors that can be produced in any galaxy.
They are not just trained to become unthinking killing machines;
rather, they have been taught to become gentlemen of quality and high
personal morals. They are taught to respect life as well as take
it. Their training is as heavy on learning the better qualities
of a balanced humanistic society and life, over one of continued strife
through political posturing, hostility and warfare.
Nothing is left
out or not considered within their educations and training, including
sexuality. From their very beginnings, they are taught about the
biology of sex, what their sexual organs are for, and how to use
them. As warriors and gentlemen they are taught personal body
hygiene and the absolute necessity for cleanliness with their sexual
hygiene. From the first days of their education it is drilled
into them the importance and necessity of cleanliness rituals.
There is never any snickering when young boys take their classes in
sexual functions and content. They are taught their bodies are
part of their sacred trust as Visallian warriors and as such should
never be disrespected by embarrassment, mockery or profanity.
From the age of
five until their final graduation from the National Military Academy
they never wear clothes in school. No one thinks anything about
it. It’s just accepted, young warriors will be naked. They
are taught to be proud of themselves and their bodies. Their
instructors teach in the nude and all of their trainers and prefects
are naked. They become so used to seeing each other and their
teachers in the male buff they become desensitized. In training
there are graphic diagrams, books, holo-vids and live instructors;
sometimes prefects, other times famous guest warriors, who demonstrate
sex before a platoon of boys who generally stay together throughout
their formative years.
carefully instructed how to pleasure their fellow warriors and are even
more carefully taught how to pleasure a female of their species.
Since they are taught to respect and enjoy sex with both, there is no
distinction between homosexuality and heterosexuality. Because
there is no distinction between the two, there are no corresponding
words in their language for either. Sexuality for them
encompasses both. Their approach is simple. A warrior has
sex with a female to insure family heritage, inter-family respect and
bonding, courtesy, pleasure and procreation. One has sex with his
warrior-mate for tribal bonding, respect, pleasure, relaxation and
From the time
they are young boys, they are carefully taught the fine art of making
love as well as raw sexuality, and how to give and get the very most
from a sexual experience. It’s considered part of their overall
completeness as a Visallian warrior and is as important to their
training as any other area including hand to hand combat. They
are taught, they can not become a complete warrior until they have been
certified in all areas. One final test, which must be passed by
every man in a platoon— he must be individually rated by his fellow
warriors, instructors and prefects, as being a competent, generous,
thoughtful lover and sex partner. Above all, they must be capable
of satisfying their partner. Their logic is, the warrior you
invite to share your bunk tonight, may be asked to place his life on
the line to save yours in battle tomorrow.
* * * * * * *
placed his beloved young cowboy on the soft bed and sat beside
him. There was enough ambient light coming into the room from the
balcony from the artificial moonlight, he could see clearly. He
placed his big hand on Waco’s thigh and slowly ran it up to his crotch
and firmly held it as he gazed into the young man’s eyes.
“You are no
longer the bold young boy I encountered four years ago. You have
become so much more. Your dad was right to recognize you as an
adult. You’ve grown into a strong, masculine, talented, handsome
young human— one I’m proud to be with this evening.” Trey leaned
over and kissed Waco in a deeply passionate kiss. Waco threw his
arms around his warrior’s thick neck and pulled him down on top of
him. Waco reveled in the massive, muscular weight that defined
his Captain’s magnificent body.
he breathed heavily into Trey’s ear as he bussed a kiss behind his
ear. “I’ve been having sex with my slaves since I was twelve, but
never had a man take me. I’ve linked with my brothers when I
fucked them to see how they felt with me inside them, but I’ve never
been penetrated. I saved my first time, as I promised, for a
brash, lusty, incredibly handsome Visallian warrior who was bold enough
to ask my father’s permission to become my suitor. I saved it for
the very best, but I don’t want to wait any longer. Take me,
Trey didn’t need
another invitation. He knew they were both clean, inside and
out. Trey talked with Waco earlier about his warrior race’s
custom of body preparation and explained in detail the near holy
rituals of internal and external cleansing before taking anyone to
bed. Even though Waco assured his Captain he would come to his
bed completely clean, Trey insisted on teaching Waco these rituals
himself. The Captain was very serious about it and carefully
explained it was only because of his concern for his partner and for
Waco’s protection he made such a demand. Waco went along with the
Captain’s insistence at his lummox salve’s urging. While Waco was
used to his privacy, he was a bit uneasy and embarrassed at first, but
his faithful lummox came to his rescue, chimed in and gently admonished
him to relax and enjoy his mate’s attentions.
it like an older, wiser brother who felt duty bound to instruct his
younger, less experienced brother the proper ways in the art of
love. He lit incense from the bark of a special tree found only
on his planet. It was remarkable stuff. It had a strong,
sweet, but spicy fragrance and surrounded them in their bath. It
made Waco relax and his mind float free. He immediately gave in
to the romantic notion what was happening was a prelude to a much
larger body of work; a smaller opus before a larger one. He began
to feel like a faun on a warm, mid-summer’s afternoon who was being
prepared for a great feast by a fortunate hunter, but that’s not all
the incense did for him.
On a more
mundane level, it suddenly caused him to have a deep gnawing hunger in
his gut. At one point he thought he just might kill for a
chocolate-chip cookie or one of Ida Mae’s fresh baked brownies; you
know, the kind with lots of chopped walnuts with a big juicy one right
on top, and the fragrance— oh, my God, the fragrance of fresh baked
brownies or cookies. The incense began to smell like either or
both at the same time. Everything became more colorful. Was
it possible to taste colors? Would this magnificent specimen of a
male warrior taste as good as he looked? He smelled wonderful—
certainly good enough to eat.
were coming so fast they began to pile up like water behind a well
crafted beaver’s dam and they became as jumbled as the logs they
used. He couldn’t separate one from the other. He had the
metaphorical equivalent of a mental logjam. He found it easier to
give in to the sensation and for the first time in his life he thought
he just might understand the hackneyed phrase: go with the flow.
As soon as he accepted the sensation, his thoughts began to flow
smoothly again, and he could see everything more clearly. He was
beginning to enjoy the experience.
chants and prayers for each step. Trey produced a small, metal
gong from his kit which he would strike with a soft mallet at the end
of each ritual ablution. It gave a Buddhist temple ceremony
feeling to everything. It shed a new light on the concept of
sharing one’s body with another. It was like they were building a
Taj Mahal around the more basic idea of what Waco considered a good,
hot, cowboy fuck. Waco began to think about it as a learning and
bonding experience. Trey never required anything of him he wasn’t
prepared to do or have done to himself. Waco arrived at a
self-satisfied conclusion: what the fuck? This man is so
incredibly good looking and sexy, anything Trey required of him was
worth it; and, so it went. Now, here they were together with his
beloved warrior getting ready to mount him. Waco couldn’t have
been more ready.
Trey was an
experienced lover and saw it as a challenge to make his young cowboy’s
first time something he might recall for years and remember with great
love and fondness. Physically, Visallian’s were anatomically
almost completely like humans except they enjoyed longer lives, almost
double a human's life span, and their bodies tended to be considerably
larger and much more mesomorphic in structure. Their sexual
organs were a bit different from humans. While humans evolved a
massive growth of pubic hair to protect the penis and testicles,
Visallians didn’t. There was no body hair around their pubes or
armpits, which was surprising from a anthropological point of view
because they had light hair on their arms and legs and were capable of
growing thick beards and mustaches.
Their penis was
contained in a carapace or external covering which was the consistency
of heavy leather and their testicles were covered in the same heavily
protective shielding. Their penis, when fully covered by the
carapace, looked more like a horse’s cock than human; however, the
carapace could be pulled all the way back to the base of the penis and
locked away beneath a sphincter muscle which would keep it in place
while the warrior’s fine sword was fully exposed for sexual
purposes. When finished, he could simply relax the muscle and it
would literally shoot down the length of his exposed penis to instantly
cover it for protection. It produced its own lubrication and was
very effective to aid in penetration of even the most tight orifices.
Waco was almost
in a dream-like state as he opened himself to his warrior and the mind
of his lummox. He smiled to himself as he received the image Ox
sent him of holding Waco up against his huge hairy chest to comfort him
and make a furry bed for him, on which to be fucked his first
time. Ox sent to him his big paws reaching down to grab his legs
and pull them up to expose his anus for his lover’s convenience.
Waco could hear Ox’s heavy breathing and feel the slightly higher heat
content from his hairy body lying beneath him. How real it all
seemed to him. It was like he was being given away by his big
hairy monster slave to his handsome warrior as his prize in battle.
Trey placed his
leathery carapace over Waco’s anus and began to move slowly into
him. The carapace acted like a container of lubricant and
produced more upon the will of the warrior. Trey began a slow
rocking rhythm with the big head of his phallus, slowly working it into
Waco with short pulsating strokes along with copious amounts of
lubricant he was producing. Waco hardly felt any pain when Trey
finally popped the huge head of his warrior cock into his cowboy's hot
and waiting anus. Waco was preoccupied, almost too busy listening
to the deep moaning sound from the soft, seductive love song his
beloved lummox was singing to relax him. He would sometimes hear
soft words from Ox in his deep growling voice drifting into his mind.
yourself to him, young Master. He chose you and you agreed to one
day become his. The time is here. The time is now. He
is our Master. He is ours to please. You are his to
pleasure. You are a most fortunate young human to have such a
fine specimen of a warrior for your chosen mate.>>
deeply and pushed down with his hips to take more of Trey within
him. It caused Trey to smile knowingly and acted as an impetus,
an invitation to feed more of himself to his cowboy. Once Trey
hit Waco’s prostate there was no turning back. By tapping into
his brother-slave’s minds Waco learned how they felt with him inside,
but he couldn’t experience the effect of having his own prostate
massaged over and over again by a big warrior penis. He never
experienced anything so wonderful in his life. Trey stopped, but
Waco was so taken with the feeling he was unaware for a
Captain! Trey! You feel so wonderful. Why have you
stopped? More— I want more of you. Please, give me
more.” Waco begged. He heard Trey laugh.
“You have all of
me, Captain Goodnight. I think my sword has found a new
sheath. It feels like my old horse is at home in his new
barn. I stopped for a minute for you to acclimate and to lock my
carapace into place.”
Waco felt Trey’s
huge hand feeling around his anus and suddenly he felt the leathery
covering that was previously pressed tightly around his anal sphincter
“Take a deep
breath, cowboy.” Trey whispered. Waco responded and felt
Trey slip another inch and a half into him until Waco felt Trey’s
rough, leathery ball sack slap against the bottom of his ass. He
didn’t have to ask for more. He was completely filled with the
goodness of his warrior’s love. Waco never knew it could be this
good. He thought about his slaves and how his brother Travis
liked to be fucked. He thought about the hot, sweaty, rough,
hard, down and dirty, get it all over each other sex he and Little Bear
liked to share that would leave them huffing, puffing and gasping for
breath upon ejaculation. They would lie hooked together until one
or the other laughed. Then they would burst out with raucous
laughter together from the joy and exuberance of another successful
coupling. Waco wondered how he would most like it with Trey.
Trey is a master of sex as well as warfare, young one. Trust
him. He will plumb your depths until he finds your bliss.
You don’t know how lucky you are. It is rare for a Visallian
warrior to choose another male for a mate with which to bond outside
his own specie and class. >> Waco heard whispered to him.
<< He feels good, doesn’t he, little one? >> Ox chuckled.
<< I never
imagined it could be this good, Lummy. Will you let me share your
course— we are as one. You are my Master and I am your
slave. We have history. We are family. Your pleasure
is my pleasure. My pleasure is yours. >>
words made Waco’s dick double in strength. It didn’t go unnoticed
by his partner.
“Are you sharing
communion with your slave?” Trey smiled.
Just enough to send me into orbit. He knows my soft spots and
knows how to push my buttons. He’s like a cheerleading squad
rolled into one, urging me to be my best for you. Do you wish me
not to commune with him, Captain?”
“No, not at
all. I think it’s highly sensual. The idea of pleasuring
two for the price of one is other-worldly. Would you be more
comfortable with him present?” Trey asked.
“Lord, I don’t
know how. I’m perfectly comfortable alone with you. How
often do you and I get to be alone with each other? This night is
special, but I allow Ox to commune with me because we’re family.
He knows his time to share with us will come. I know you won’t
leave him out. That just ain’t your way. I do miss sucking
his teats, though.” Waco added as a tease.
“Are mine not to
your liking, Captain?” Trey asked feigning hurt and a bit of
they’re fine, Sir. I just didn’t know if it was proper to suck a
remember another warrior ever sucking my teats, but it sounds like
something I might enjoy,— especially with you.” Trey
allowed. “Enough. Let’s do what we came here for this
evening, cowboy. Let’s get you fucked.”
Cap’n.” Waco said in his best pirate imitation.
Trey kissed him
one more time and set in to do that which many considered to be Captain
Treygor Vinceeth’s second best talent— fucking. His first talent
was being a splendid warrior, captain and leader, but everything Trey
did, he did with class and style. Waco couldn’t have been in
better hands for his first time than Captain Hogarth Treygor Vinceeth,
commander of the seventh Visallian fleet.
fucked his young companion like he might conduct a military
campaign. After he established a beachhead his attacks on his
intended target were strong, forceful and powerful. They were
designed to subject and subdue with the unbridled passion of his
intent. As young warriors in training there were metaphorical
comparisons passed back and forth about male/male sex becoming an
exercise comparable with a military exercise, depending, of course, on
the personality of your partner. They even played a board game
similar to Chess in which partner bondings and sexual liaisons were an
integral part of the overall strategy.
enjoyed their sex like everything else in life they experienced,— hot,
lusty and lots of it. Captain Vinceeth knew the minute he saw his
young captain several years before he would be one to be reckoned with;
one to be conquered, but he was also wise enough to understand, if he
was successful in his campaign he would have the greatest prize a man
could win from any skirmish, real or metaphorical. Trey
Vinceeth’s love making reinvented the term: an iron fist in a velvet
pounding of Captain Waco’s defenses were overpowering. Our young
cowboy never experienced such a display of unrelenting sexual
aggression combined with an almost overwhelming, gung-ho military
enthusiasm. Several times, he considered waving the white flag of
surrender, but saw the gesture as a coward’s way out. Waco wanted
his captain to subdue him with every inch of his magnificent
weaponry. He wanted it all. Waco decided even though he
might not win the battle, by god, with cunning maneuvers he could win
the war and bravely gambled everything by hoisting his already
overextended defenses into the fray.
made a grand frontal assault on Waco’s rear with his big gun, for what
seemed to Waco like a small eternity, destroying any and all resistance
while making Waco feel like his warrior was a fucking-demon knocking on
his door to heaven. Trey was like a mighty bull of war from a
well armed nation convinced its purpose was noble and sacred, invading
the small banana republic of ‘Waco’ as Trey raised and lowered his
massively superior firepower like the well oiled military machine he
was, to parry and thrust his red-hot cannon, stroke after stroke,
struggling to gain and win more ground, inch by loving inch if
necessary, with the fullest intent of capturing his intended target— by
conquering the heart, mind, and soul of his young captain. When
Trey felt almost certain all was given up and victory was within his
reach, sure of himself, he boldly stopped for a while to rest, regroup,
reconnoiter and evaluate his options.
much left of Captain Waco’s defenses after Captain Vinceeth’s initial
onslaught. He felt like his ass had been skillfully attacked and
ravaged as unrelentingly as Sherman’s march through Georgia, yet with
the greatest consideration only a gentlemanly superior military officer
could provide and sustain; Waco's heart was beating a hypertensive
tattoo like a rusty water pump on an old abandoned West Texas windmill
in a dust storm; his soul felt as empty, dry and unforgiving as a
haunted Louisiana swamp, drained of its mysterious life-waters only to
await the ultimate crapulance of neo-con excess, another bloodsucking
Sprawlmart. Our hero felt like he was little more than a pile of
freshly nuked emotional rubble. Waco heard himself trying
desperately to establish contact with his rear echelon, <<
Sphincter control! Sphincter control— come in, sphincter control!
>> There was no reply— only a small growl from his lummox,
who was trying to keep a low profile. Waco thought his ass must
be either dead or comatose. Such are the casualties of
conquest. There was only a peaceful stillness on the other end,—
all was quiet on his Western front, but there was also a fulfilling
Zen-like quality about it all— a peace filled understanding deep within
his gut he’d never known before. His body was aglow from the
stimulation of the experience. He thought he just might
understand what ‘yin’ and ‘yang’ were all about. Just when Waco
opened his mouth, about to holler ‘calf-rope’ in total surrender, there
came a wee small voice deep within the recesses of his mind. It
didn’t come from his lummox. He knew his lummy’s
mental-voice. It came from another source, from far, far away.
give up, brave captain, the best is yet to come— and come it
will. Now is your chance to snatch victory from defeat. His
teats! Go for his teats, young warrior! They are his
samsonian weakness, of which, even he is unaware. He’ll melt
inside you like butter on a hot bun. He’s too damn cocksure of
himself. He needs humbling from an unsuspected source. A
sneak attack, for which, he’s totally unprepared. He’s smug and
complacent right now. He’s open and vulnerable. Earn his
respect. Show him he wasn’t wrong about his first impression of
you. There’s more to you than most can see. Show him no
mercy, but remember to be gracious and generous in victory. >>
“Are you all
right, cowboy?” Trey whispered as he stole a kiss.
“Am I all
right?” Waco chuckled, “If God himself were standing here holding my
hand, I couldn’t be better, Captain. You’re all I dreamed you
might be and more, but even though you’ve taken me places I’ve never
been before, you’re very, very good,— and while I certainly mean no
disrespect,— is that all you got, Sir?” Waco teased with a
pleading passivity. There followed a deafening silence.
Everything was so quiet Waco could hear a ringing in his ears. He
heard a booming laughter in his head that bounced from synapse to bone
and back again like an echo chamber. It sent a chill up his
spine, and he shuddered. Waco couldn’t hold it any longer, and he
giggled. He heard Trey laugh.
“Is that all I
got?” Trey managed to get out through his laughter. “Is that all I
got?” he laughed some more. “You impertinent pup, I’ll show you
what I got. Fasten your seat belt, buckaroo. I’ll show you
how a warrior breaks a pony to the saddle.” Trey switched to a pirate
vernacular, “Arrr! Me hardy bucko, I ain’t a’ gonna’ stop fuck’n
ye’ ‘til ye’ blows like a narwhale or yer’ eyes pop out a’ yore’
head, matey. H’arrr!” Trey growled.
“Ah, you’re such
a hopeless romantic, Captain. It’s only a small part of why I
fell in love with you. A very small part.” Waco
teased. “I’ve always wanted my own butt-pirate for me mate.
H’arr.” he added. They laughed together.
cheap, pardner. Butt-pirate, indeed. I can live with
that, but true romance don’t come cheap. It ain’t all pretty
words. It takes work. It’s making damn sure you satisfy
your mate, and demand from him all he has to offer,— so he doesn’t walk
away from your bed hungry for more, and he can feel proud he’s given
you his very best. Sex is like a banquet and far too many poor
souls out there are starving to death. I’m gonna’ make damn sure
it don’t happen to us, cowboy. I plan to keep you well
fed.” To Waco’s surprise, Trey kissed him again even more
passionately than before. It was a kiss that singed the hairs on
his cowboy balls. Waco loved it, but thought it was taking unfair
he’s good! He’s very good! >> he heard whispered in his
head followed by another booming laugh.
Trey began to
fuck Waco again like he was doing a remake of Viggo Mortensen’s ride in
“Hidalgo.” 'What a lucky horse.' Waco thought to himself.
Waco zeroed in
on his intended target and flicked out his tongue to taste the large,
well-defined, brown areola of his warrior’s big teat. Trey froze
for only a second, then continued his onslaught. It was just
enough to let Waco know his unrecognized voice was correct. He
had a powerful new weapon in his arsenal; his own personal petard was
ready for detonation. All he had to do was arm it. Waco
began to make repeated threats and attacks on both targets. Each
time it would interrupt Trey’s concentration, but his momentary lapse
in his anal assault on Waco’s rear translated into a noticeable size
increase in his weaponry. Waco thought surely he must be
imagining Trey growing larger inside him.
<< I don’t
think it’s you’re imagination, young Master. He is definitely
getting bigger. >> Ox confirmed.
<< My God!
>> exclaimed Waco, << He’s large enough as it is. I
don’t know how much more I can take. >>
<< You can
take him. You’re doing fine. You’ve met your match, and I’m proud
to say, he’s met his. Follow your voice. He’s trying his
best to impress you. He’s doing a pretty damn good job of it,
too. >> coach Ox chuckled, << Now it’s your turn.
Lock and load him into your heart. Go for it, Master. I
have faith in you. Together, we will one day celebrate your
victory when we have many strong, healthy, beautiful children to love
and protect. >>
Waco moved in
for the kill and hooked onto his Captain’s right teat like a lamprey on
an unsuspecting shark. A jolt of electricity went through Trey’s
body and his nipple began to swell and elongate. His teat was
getting an erection. Waco continued to suck like a new born calf
who had been denied his heifer’s milk for several days as Trey
acclimated and began to fuck him even more furiously.
<< Ah, if
I should let yon ancient voice marshal me to knavery then let it be so.
>> Waco free associated in his mind, << There is great
pleasure and fancy within the sport of sex to have the engineer of my
love hoisted by his own petard. It shall blow hard for him, but
equally so for me; our battle won, peacefully we shall surrender to the
small death when we blow hard together onto the face of the new moon;
sum of the parts being greater than the whole, I will delve one yard
below his mind. Is it not sweet, when in one line two crafts
directly meet? The light from impact far outshines the two.
Confused, the cockerel crows at midnight. >> Waco communed
his badly channeled bard from Lyle Chamber’s class to his lummox.
After all, he rationalized, it was a classic moment.
The Voices of
the universe grabbed enough to tease him with a verse; as an echo from
a bigger bang, he could hear a great chorus forming amid the background
noise of dark matter from the depths of some forgotten void. He
could hear lines being tossed back and forth and a melody forming from
somewhere within the town of Parsons. It was coming from Johauk,
and he was linked with Dumbo Jones. Jones found his voice again,
but this time it was more sweet, the essence of purity, more sharply
defined, and much more clearly focused than before. Waco marveled
at Jones’ strength and vibrancy in helping Johauk compose a masterpiece
with a slight country and Western suggestion about it. It was
building to a climax as surely as Waco and his captain, and being sent
out to all critters in the universe.
It was Waco’s
love song for his beloved captain to the Voices of the Ancients.
It was his gift to them for loving him, having faith in him and his
warrior who surpassed the threshold of mere sexuality and was taking
them both to a realm mortals rarely traverse. Waco gave it to
them as his bonding gift; a gift of song for the birth of a new
love. He and Ox made it theirs to send forth. Just as there
are multiple forms of birth, so there are many forms of rebirth.
New birth of any kind should be celebrated, from the first buds of
spring to the conjoining of two souls. It is the greatest reward
of cognizance. It is the promise of love. It is the promise
of life. It is the catalyst which changes the water of our
physical brains into the wine of consciousness. To have love you
must have life, but to live life to the measure, you must not be afraid
to love. All is a part of the universal godhead. It is life
at its fullest. It is life at its very best. Just as a
piece on Earth will assure goodwill between men, it will also make the
angel’s sing,--- and sing they
“I don’t think I
can hold back much longer, Captain. My own petard is about to
blow.” Waco groaned.
young warrior, suck on your Captain’s tits.” Trey huffed and puffed,
“In the name of some unknown god, it feels so good. Open to me,
my love. Give it up to the warrior who loves you so. Give
me all you got, cowboy. I will never make you sorry to pay my
price, and you shall gather all of me into you for your effort.
Now, is the time. I’m there! Take your unholy pirate,
cowboy! Arrr!” Trey growled like a pirate again.
Waco was meeting
Trey’s assaults stroke for stroke. His cowboy heritage flooded
into his soul as he recalled Sonny Steele boasting, ‘there weren’t
nothing he couldn’t ride.’ Waco adopted Sonny’s words to become
his own personal mantra. He assured the Voices of the Ancients,
he could ride his warrior, but he also swore he would never try to tame
him. He wanted him to run wild and free. He wanted to
continue having unbridled sex with him in the same manner. He
thanked them for their gracious encouragement and metaphorically
tightened his belly cinch to make sure his captain didn’t fall out of
his saddle. He suddenly felt himself arching his back higher,
raising from the bed to greet his warrior’s every sure, strong
thrust. For one brief moment Waco imagined he was being lanced by
a fierce, sweet angel impaling him with the shaft of a golden
sword. A perfect, bright, shining creature,— one, who, at another
time might be mistaken for an avenging angel,— perhaps the Devil
himself. Either image was enough to push Waco over the edge.
Oh, shit!” Waco shouted breathlessly, “I’m coming, Captain.
Fuck me harder, Captain. Good God! Holy fuck, that’s so
good! Ouuu,— oh,— aaaaarrrg!” Waco’s sphincter suddenly
came back to life. It issued no complaint, but tried to strangle
its intruder to death, which only caused Trey to become more
excited. He began to shoot his warrior’s load deep within his
well fucked cowboy. Warrior ejaculations are similar to that of a
Lummox. They seem to go on and on in wave after wave. Waco
could feel Trey’s first strong volley, his warrior's gasp for breath;
the first volley was soon followed by a second and a third until the
Captain shot six full rounds of hot, molten warrior’s cream into his
young cowboy's gut with his big, smoking gun. It might have been
a scene straight out of Street's of Larado except our cowboy wasn't
mortally wounded, but there was a brief moment he wondered if he would
recover from the little death of sexual
whom is open for debate and is still sung about to this day throughout
the known universe— and several unknown ones. Of course, in all
truly successful sexual encounters, there is only one winner— love
conquers all. The young cowboy and his mature warrior collapsed
into each others’ arms and lay quietly, still joined together, sharing
their moment of post ejaculation bliss with its peaceful countenance,
floating on the ecstasy and comfort afforded by the small death to
which all men pay witness. Trey was stealing kiss after kiss, but
Waco wasn’t complaining. He was pirating his fair share.
Finally, they stopped for a while and just looked at each other when
suddenly, Waco’s body went rigid. He writhed on Trey’s massive
organ, he arched his back again as his eyes rolled back into his head,
and he gasped for breath several times.
concerned. He never experienced a reaction like this in a partner
before. He wondered if Waco was having a seizure. Waco rose
up— almost off Trey’s big cock— then slammed his ass back down hard to
the base and moved it around in a grinding motion only to experience
another, even larger ejaculation which continued wave after wave for
several minutes until he was thoroughly and completely drained.
Waco’s mouth lolled open, and he lost all control of his salivary
glands. Spittle was drooling out the corner’s of his mouth.
His actions exceeded la petite mort by a country mile; he was almost in
a post-sexual ecstatic trance. It startled Trey. He never
saw anything like it. He was a little amused, but more bemused by
his young mate.
“Are you all
right, cowboy? What the hell was that all about?” Trey demanded
quietly as his held Waco tightly so his cock wouldn’t slip out.
reached his climax, Sir.”
“My God, does he
“What am I
missing here?” Trey questioned rhetorically. “Can you do that with
other species? Can you share your pony’s ejaculation?” he asked.
“Of course, us
cowboys do it all the time, but we try not to intrude. We
politely ask permission. It’s just good manners. They never
say no. They listen to us all the time.” Waco laughed at
“You mean they
heard us?” Trey asked incredulously.
Every word, Sir. Every nuance of feeling. They experience it
all. They’re part of the Voices of the universe. They sing
along with the Ancients. Ox and I gave them their song for the
evening, and it is spreading out across the universe as we speak.
It is only now reaching our friends the bladder whales of Venus.
Soon all the critters on Mars will be singing of our coupling.”
“Did they ask
your permission?” he asked.
“They don’t have
to. Until recently we couldn’t communicate with them like we can
today. I would’ve given them permission anyway. It’s the
brotherly thing to do. You and I, we have no secrets.
Everyone knows we’ve been wanting each other for several years
now. The truth is deeper than that though. The reality of
it all is our coming together has been planned and sung about for
eons. The voices have no beginning or no end, and all of time is
cyclical. Just as they knew we came together tonight they also
knew we would be coming. They’re only sharing in our joy.
Our joy is their joy. Does it bother you, Captain?”
well, maybe a little, but not because they can share our
experience. That part doesn’t bother me at all. As a matter
of fact, it sort of turns me on. All warriors are taught to be
proud of their accomplishments. I guess it’s because I feel left
out. I can’t be a bigger part of it all.”
understand. I felt that way until I learned how to listen and how
to speak to them. I could only hear my slave for a while until he
offered me his milk, and it cleared my neural pathways. It took
my Uncle Shane a couple of years. It wasn’t until our first trip
to Venus when he heard the bladder whales singing before everyone
else. He’s gotten better and stronger over the years until he can
hear things we can’t. He’s more in contact with the voices than I
am. Young Johauk Kodaly sings with them and is teaching Officer
to lay hooked together for sometime. It was like neither wanted
to quit the other. Waco put his hand to Trey’s big square jaw and
lightly traced the outline with his fingers.
“How was your
first time, cowboy?” Trey asked quietly.
“You were all I
imagined you might be and more. Honestly, I didn’t think I could
imagine more, but you proved me wrong. I don’t know what words to
say. I’ve thought about it a lot, if this moment came for us, but
I still ain’t come up with nothing what don’t seem over-thunk or
immature. Everything I think of sounds downright silly after I
think on it for a while, so I discard it and start again. All I
can tell you is what’s in my heart, and that’s all there is to
truth. I love you, Trey. I knew I had no choice but to love
you from the first time I met you and you undressed me with your eyes,
but more than that, there was no doubt in my mind you felt the
same. I ain’t never had me no doubts about your love. I was
warned about you and your brother warriors before we met. From
descriptions I imagined you to be a band of merry, lusty space pirates
who thought nothing of inviting someone they looked upon as worthy to
their beds, and if they resisted you’d take them away, kicking and
screaming to have your way with them anyway. I took one look at
you standing in that cargo bay and prayed to anything holy you would
carry me away and force yourself on me.” Waco laughed, then
continued. “I was told I would fall in love with their leader,
but I wasn’t told he would ask my father’s permission to become my
suitor. I’m proud and honored you chose me for your mate.
I’m jes’ sorry you had to wait. I’ll try to make you proud of me.”
“I don’t think I
could be prouder of you than I am at this moment, cowboy. My love
for you has grown exponentially from our first meeting. You don’t
know how close I came to breaking all protocol and my teachings as a
warrior to carry you to my cabin and make love to you the way I knew we
both needed. Thank the name of some unknown god I didn’t.
You were well worth the wait. I worried myself half to death
before I asked your pa if I could be your suitor until you came
of age. I was afraid he might say ‘no.’ I worried so much I
couldn’t eat for several days. Tonight has been a revelation for
me. I never met anyone who ever came close to exciting me the way
you have. You were everything I thought you might be.
When you attacked my teats I thought I’d lost it all. It was the
most sensual thing I ever experience while fucking someone.”
never sucked your tits before, Captain?” Waco asked
incredulously. “I can’t understand it. They’s so
succulent. They get all nice’n hard and they plump right
up. I thought for a minute they was gonna’ give me some’um to
“No, no one has
ever tried. It’s just not included in our sexual training.
I don’t know why. It certainly put you in the driver’s
seat. I thought you were gonna’ drive me crazy. I wondered
the same thing about them coming. I thought for a minute they
were gonna’ shoot just like my cock.”
“Maybe we can
train ‘em to do it.” Waco smiled wickedly.
“I never thought
you would be the one to be teaching me new things about sex. I
fancied myself as competent as any warrior in the art of pleasuring a
mate, but my faith in my abilities has been shaken.”
“I don’t know
why, you’ve certainly earned my faith. If you was a religion, I’d
join yore’ church. What we just done was nothing short of
miraculous. We learn from each other. I learned a lot from
you this evening. I can see where I’ve only been going through
the motions with my slaves. I have so much more to bring them
now. It seems all sorts of new and wonderful erotic things have
been set before us. Who knew riding on the back of a winged horse
in the nude could be so sensual? I kept an erection the whole
time even when we were flying over the other valley.”
“I did, too.”
admitted Trey quietly.
“I know.” said
“How did you
know?” Trey looked surprised.
me, when I shared with him my embarrassment.” Waco smiled.
“Damn, I wish I
could hear animals. I wish I could hear you and Ox.”
“I think you
can. Have you ever drank lummox milk?”
are not carnivores. We would have no reason to drink the milk of
another animal. Besides, we don’t have any bovine-like critters
on our planet.”
“Do your females
breast feed you?”
“Yes, but that’s
different. We don’t drink their milk past being weaned on solid
“I could be
wrong, but I’m almost certain a couple of good drinks of lummox milk
would open your neural pathways which may have been closed off to your
race like it was ours after we developed speech. It’s done it for
my brothers and even given them the advantage of learning a few lummox
tricks. My little brother JR can make himself invisible, clothes
“I’ll have to
think about it.”
describe to you the extra heightened advantage sexually the ability to
tap your lover’s mind while having sex can provide you. I’m sure
Ox, Strom and Horse would be more than willing to share with you.
My little brothers, the coyotes, are always hitting them up for a fix.”
Trey laughed with Waco.
addictive?” Trey asked.
really. We joke about it being addictive because it’s so
good. It’s like drinking warm ice cream. I still drink from
my slave when he offers, which is most of the time. All the new
critters we keep adding to our collections always have a young one or
two who need help. Any time there’s young ones around it will
keep a Lummox male producing milk. I’ll bet there are several of
the flying colts or fillies what could use some lummox milk.”
“As a matter of
fact there is. I was hoping you could come back with me for a day
or two and see the other wonders we found.”
there’s more?” Waco asked in amazement.
“A couple, but a
little at a time.” Trey teased. “Wouldn’t it be nice to get away for a
couple of days? We could take the Banshee to Venus. They
love all the videos we send, but they’re clamoring to see us in person.”
“Darryl tells us
the same. I’m sure the whales will tell them about our coupling.”
reason to go. The Venusians have been very good and supportive of
us in our efforts to collect and preserve life forms of all
kinds. They have helped us in our struggle against the Grays and
the Reptiles. They know we never did this sort of thing until I
met you. They think our getting together is a highly romantic
thing. That’s one of the main reasons they rescued us and opened
their world to us. Our coming together has brought us many
wondrous things. I’m trying to be careful not to ask for more.”
Trey smiled remembering Waco’s admonition from an earlier conversation.
“I feel that
way, too, Captain, because we can’t always know what the voices see for
the future. Nevertheless, life is to be lived for the moment and
so far I think we’re doing a pretty damn good job.”
“Are you happy
in my arms, cowboy.” Trey asked as he stole one last kiss.
contented, and very much in love, Captain.”
“I love you,
too, Waco, more than you will ever know.”
* * * * * * *
changed in the five years since Lazarus walked into the Goodnight ranch
with his companions, Ping and Pong. Several new communities were
started on the Bandersnatch. Parson quadrupled in size.
Lazarus, along with Charlie and his raiders made a land grab one dark
and stormy night and a large corner of an unsettled portion of Northern
Alaska disappeared. The Parson’s land area quadrupled in
size. The business district in the town doubled its size, but it
still retained the same early nineteenth century pace and charm.
Most everyone adopted the fashions of an old time Western town.
You didn’t see a lot of business suits even in the larger
businesses. Western clothes were in fashion for everyday wear and
better Western wear for Sundays and social functions. Horse power
was the principal form of transportation.
There were no
internal combustion engines. The only mechanical vehicles allowed
were for emergency purposes only. Emergency vehicles were
converted to run on Sterling engines with a small zero point module for
the production of the heat required for instant operation. They
were silent and efficient with more horsepower and torque potential
than gasoline engines. Everything was recycled and very little
plastics were used. Trash was taken to the small, matter-energy
conversion plant Lazarus had constructed for the production of power
for the town.
community grew as more and more gay men were rescued from the Cheney
Camps, but as they became adjusted and began to weigh their options;
many branched out to live in the other communities. Since they
were no longer shunned or persecuted they didn’t see any sense in
forming ghettos and began to bloom in the other communities.
Their talents were as many and varied as the straight folks and they
contributed greatly to their communities. On the other hand,
there were many who saw it as their calling to establish a viable same
sex community on their allotted section on the Bandersnatch to be
available to help process new arrivals and slot them into temporary
jobs so they wouldn’t become depressed or lonely. Depression and
inactivity were the two greatest problems in the male/male
communities. The women’s community didn’t seem to grow as fast
and retained about the same status quo as the men. They were far
more likely to pair-off and move to one of the straight
communities. Both communities came together to support any
function held by one of the small towns and traffic between communities
After coming on
board the Bandersnatch it was thought many might want to leave and try
their luck in the outside world again, but it rarely happened.
There was less than one percent who wanted to leave. They were
monitored closely and usually had to be rescued before they were sent
back to a camp. They never asked to leave again. Most were
detained, identified as a missing inmate and treated badly. A
couple lost their lives to over zealous mercenary bounty hunters before
Waco and his crew could rescue them.
Most people came
to understand their forced living arrangements in the on-board
communities were temporary and eventually they would be
relocated. Certainly the living arrangements were much better
than the camps, work was more fulfilling and gave them a greater sense
of purpose than most ever had in their lives. They enjoyed almost
as much freedom of choice and movement as they would on the outside,
but their choices were limited; however, even in the worst of times, if
people are given some small vestige of hope they will work hard
together to create as many diversions for themselves as possible.
Many became fiercely pro-active in the cause of the communities and
worked tirelessly for the betterment of all men and women. They
came to see Lazarus and Charlie Goodnight’s family as almost gods.
* * * * * * *
Early the next
morning, Waco opened one eye to see his lummox standing by the bed
looking down at him. He had a puzzled look on his face.
to wake you, young master, but you and the Captain have to be up and
dressed soon to get over to Lyle and Strom’s place for breakfast.
You and your brothers are riding in the parade this morning. I
imagine they’ll want the Captain to be in it, too. >>
Waco nudged Trey
and he growled.
“Go away!” he
Captain. We have social obligations. We have to clean up,
eat breakfast and get going. We got a lot to do before the parade
“Come back and
get me around noon.” Trey moaned.
“You know that
won’t work. Come on, I’ll scrub your old back for you. Ox
says you can have an eye-opener. He’s got some fresh lummox milk
“No offense to
Ox, but I haven’t made up my mind about that yet.” Trey swung his feet
off the bed. He stood and stretched. He and Waco were
completely nude. Trey saw Ox sitting on a rug on the floor at the
end of the bed. He smiled and walked over to him. He placed
a hand on his shoulder. “Nice orgasm last night, brother.” he teased
Ox. A big grin spread across Ox’s face and he shook from silent
laughter. “He don’t say much, does he?” Trey observed.
kidding? He has an opinion about everything. He talks to me
all day long, and sometimes, I hear him talking in his dreams at
night. He’s my alter ego and conscience. He keeps me on the
straight and narrow in my life. He told me he’s ready anytime you
want to try some lummox milk.”
man, I’m thinking about it. Give me a little time. I guess
I’m going to have to try it to keep up with my mate, here. I’m
tired of feeling left out. Do you really think it could make me
communicate with you, Ox?” Ox grunted and shook his head in the
Waco noticed Ox
already cleaned himself. He figured Waco was going to have all he
could handle for the day so he would save him some time and effort by
taking care of his own needs. Ox knew some things would change
when the Captain became a greater presence in their lives, but he knew
his young master wouldn’t abandon him. The men cleaned themselves
and dressed. Trey retrieved his Western clothes the night before
and left them in the hotel suite.
The three were
headed for the nearest gate and were joined by Jack Hall, Buck, Warren
Steele, Horse and several of the critters all going to Lyle and Strom’s
for breakfast. They invited everyone who was going to ride in the
parade to meet at their farm. Everyone on the place was busy
getting ready to feed the crowd. Waco and Warren walked the
lummox and other various critters down to the barn for their morning
chow and water. Ping and Pong and their kits Jack and Jill were
along. They all spent the evening with Warren Steele and
Horse. Warren was really beginning to show. For those who
didn't know he was pregnant it looked like he developed a beer gut to
hang over his Wranglers. The cowboys laughed at his vain concerns
and told him they thought it was sexy.
stayed the night with his commanding officer and his other officer
buddies and their friends. Brick Armstrong and Tim were living on
a small farm in the male/male community on the Bandersnatch and put
everyone up for the evening. They were all invited for
breakfast. All Jones could talk about was his miraculous musical
experience from the evening before; about how some young cowboy came to
him in his sleep and they composed the most wonderful song about the
coupling of Waco and Captain Vinceeth. It was his first time to
sing with the Voices of the universe and he was trying to tell anyone
who would listen about it.
The coyotes kids
stayed the night with Jack Hall, Buck, Warren and Horse. They
were bright eyed and bushy tailed. They were dressed in their
buckaroo outfits and checking each other out for last minute details in
case they forgot something. They were full of piss and vinegar
and having a great time. Lazarus and Charlie arrived with their
group of Captain Jones, Bryce, and his steady Blake Tindell; along with
Waco’s slave brothers and his little brother JR. Also Chief Tin
Penny and his two sons in full Indian costumes. Little Bear was
in his costume and looked hot. They all wanted to go down to the
barn to help take care of the livestock. They wanted to see and
talk with the winged horses again. The winged ponies
wouldn’t be in the parade but agreed to be in the rodeo in the
afternoon. A large contingency of cowboys arrived from Hoot and
Cotton's ranch along with the Stamper men. They were all riding
in the parade and rodeo. They hadn't yet seen the winged-ponies
and were blown away by them.
served buffet style. A cowboy took a plate and got in line, then
looked for a place to sit and eat. Lyle and Strom had long
heavy-duty tables and benches set under some shade trees that provided
plenty of room for their guest. Several in the male only
community volunteered to help Lyle and Strom to get the food out, and
it was wonderful. Everyone stood and applauded the help.
They all knew Waco and Trey spent their first night together and there
were many low-keyed congratulations and knowing smiles. Waco and
Trey took it in good humor and thanked them graciously.
They were about
halfway though breakfast when Angus Goodnight and his two sons arrived
accompanied by Bill Birdsall and his slave, Shane. They already
ate breakfast but had coffee and sat and talked with everyone.
There was much anticipation in the air. Many things were going on
with different folks and the community was alive with interpersonal
issues. Little Bear got up from his meal to pay homage to his
favorite master. Angus took him into his arms and kissed him
gently in front of everyone including his two boys.
“The time has
come, Master.” Little Bear whispered.
“I promise you,
my handsome slave, I have not forgotten. I will make time for us,
trust me. I’ve made reservations for us at the hotel on the
Buttercup for this evening.” Angus spoke quietly.
Master Angus. I will think of nothing else ‘til then.”
“Ya’ won’t be
alone, Son.” Angus looked down at his own crotch and Little Bear could
see he was hard as a rock. He smiled and licked his lips.
* * * * * * *
There was much
talk around the group. Everyone was anticipating Shane’s upcoming
court appearance at the end of summer. His time as a slave was
coming to an end, but it was not talked about too much because everyone
could see it caused him and his big brother a great deal of
discomfort. Bill Birdsall was as stoic as a cowboy could be, but
you could tell he was not at all comfortable with the possibility of
losing his slave. Everyone wanted to wish Shane well but were
gracious enough not to push the matter.
More and more
folks arrived. Sonny Steele and Vivian with Adam and Eve appeared
followed closely by the Steele’s three older sons and their
families. Chet and Carol Baker arrived with their kids, followed
by a couple of the football coaches and their families. It was
going to be a big day. The sheriff and a couple of his deputies
arrived with their families. Sheriff Lassiter seemed to be
talking quietly and seriously to Angus a lot but never shared what they
were talking about. Then they talked with the Chief and his
sons. Lyle welcomed his buddy Chet and his wife Carol.
Carol loved to come to Parson and bring the kids. She said she
never felt more at ease and knew wherever the kids were they would be
safe and looked after. Chet was all smiles, but he didn’t have
much to say. He had grown more introspective over the last couple
of years and somehow seeing his brother happy with a new bairn and two
adopted lummox young ones gave him a sense of well-being.
“Is it difficult
to talk the kids into coming out here?” Lyle asked them.
kidding? It’s all they can talk about. They’ve had it on
their calenders for weeks and check off the days as they pass.”
Chet laughed. “I don’t keep a calender, but I check theirs every
night.” he laughed. “It’s good to see you again, buddy, and it’s
good to see you happy and in love.” Chet slapped Lyle on his back.
“It’s good to
have you here, brother. You’re always welcome.”
* * * * * * *
Waco was talking
with Officer Jones and his commander after breakfast when he saw a
lone, tall, lanky cowboy walk from the barn. He had just come
through the gate. Waco called Jones attention to the young
man. Brett Jones turned to see a tall, handsome young man walking
toward them with the typical rolling gate of a cowboy. He was
struck by the aura that surrounded the man. Waco winked at the
cowboy and motioned his head toward Officer Jones. The cowboy
smiled the sweetest smile, walked up to Jones, stood for a moment
looking into his eyes, threw he arms around him and kissed him gently.
“Yes, Sir, it be
me.” he answered. Jones broke down in his arms. Johauk
there! You were magnificent last night. I never could’ve
gotten that song out so fast if it weren’t for you, and it was quite an
accomplishment. We must have done good. The voices are
going nuts. You’ll be happy to know we’re getting rave
reviews. It’s already the number one song in the galaxy.
Sorry to break in on your dream, but I thought you might enjoy the
“No, no, it’s
all right. It was the most wonderful thing to happen to me since
I started levitating. I can’t thank you enough. I’m so glad
to meet you in person.”
“It’s good to
meet you. I don’t mean to take you from your friends, but we’ll
have time to talk today. I’ll look forward to it.”
“So will I, my
friend, so will I.” Jones confirmed.
* * * * * * *
The parade got
underway on time. Parades are uniquely American. Few other
countries have as many parades. In other countries they are
usually for political purposes rather than for the sheer joy of getting
out, sitting on a curb and watching people make asses of
themselves. The Parson parade wasn’t large, but what it lacked in
size or grandeur it made up for in enthusiasm straight from the
heart. Everyone loved it.
were added at the last minute. Jack and Jill wanted to ride with
Jack and Warren and Lazarus talked Ping and Pong into riding with him
and Charlie. They were having a great time. Waco was riding
Ranger and they put Trey on one of Ranger’s little sisters. The
horses were so big they were more like riding on a float than
horseback, but Waco and Trey enjoyed it. The coyote kids
decorated the dogs with colorful bandanas and the pups walked proudly
along side their ponies. Waco looked over at Trey who had a glow
about him and a smile on his face that looked like a possum who
discovered an uneaten bowl of cat food someone left out.
smile on your face for, Captain?” Waco inquired with a grin.
mostly, but thinking about another surprise waiting on Mars.”
“Can you give me
a hint?” Waco asked.
“No, because it
would destroy the surprise for those for whom it’s intended. You
folks can’t keep secrets from one another.” Trey accused.
can. I can lock out anyone I don’t want tapping my brain. I
can tell the minute someone is trying to read me; so can my brothers
and most of the critters. I just don’t choose to with my slave
and most of the critters. I’ve come to the conclusion to live
openly is better than having a lot of secrets, but it ain’t impossible
for us to keep one.”
“Well, in that
case, it has to do with some more endangered critters. We found
more of their kind in deep space on a derelict freighter in another
galaxy which fell into orbit around a failing class M star. We
were going to use it for target practice. We scanned for life
signs and discovered a number of smaller life forms which barely
registered on our scanners. We decided to send a robot aboard,
but we couldn’t see anything except some bio-containers with plants
growing in them on several observation decks. The plants didn’t
look like they were growing wild. They looked like they were
carefully and lovingly tended. I made a decision, which was
probably pretty stupid now that I think about it, but I asked for four
volunteers to go on board with me. We took a shuttle over, docked
and managed to force the airlock. We wore breather-masks because
we didn’t know how stable the atmosphere might be inside. One of
my officers suggested if there were animal life forms they might be
creatures who require less oxygen than us. We got inside but
still couldn’t see anything. They were hiding really well.
Finally I got a glimpse of one, and I immediately recognized what they
What were they, Trey?” Waco was standing, almost jumping up and
down in his stirrups.
Yes, for God’s sake, tell us, man, before he breaks my back! >>
Waco heard Ranger shout in his mind. Waco laughed.
“The ponies want
to know as bad as I do, Captain.”
“Can you guys
keep a secret?” Trey spoke directly to them. They both
shook their big heads up and down and made a snuffling sound like they
were insulted he asked. Trey laughed.
“I only got a
good look at one as it disappeared into a small hole in the side of a
hollow wall casing. It had a long, bushy tail with many brightly
God! Admiral Long thinks Ping and Pong are the last two!”
“You see why I
want to keep it secret?”
Trey. It’s a wonderful secret. That’s why you want to make
a trip to Mars and take them with us.”
“It might make
my job easier with you knowing. They’ll follow you
anywhere.” Trey conceded.
“Tell us the
rest of the story.”
“It took us a
while to gain their trust, but we did. I told my boarding party
we had to handle this like the critters on Mars. If we wanted
them to accept us we had to leave our clothing in a pile and approach
them without our weapons, but I told them not to take off their
breathers. I reminded them they were like Ping and Pong and
capable of producing mind altering pheromones which could make any
animal do anything they wanted. I sent two of the men back to the
ship for a variety of food including some of the slave chow we feed our
spacer-dogs and some pure water. They returned and we placed the
food in bowls at the entrances to their burrows and moved back several
yards. We sat on the ground in the Indian position and waited.
It became too
much for the young ones who were practically starving. They came
out to grab a chunk or two, but you could tell their parents weren’t
real happy with them. It took us several hours to win their trust
enough to try to communicate. By that time, even the adults were
taking advantage of our gifts of food. Since none of us could
speak to them directly or mentally we had to resort to drawing
pictures. They caught on real fast we meant them no
harm. Commander Maddragon reminded me we have all those
holo-vids of you and me with Ping and Pong on Mars with Jack and Jill
climbing all over Jack and Warren. I had him return to the ship
to fetch a portable projector and we showed them the vids. We
showed them the complete video of Mars and all the animals. They
sat mesmerized and watched silently, but they were astounded when they
saw Ping, Pong, Jack and Jill. They started chittering with each
other in a high pitched voice. They’d run up to the video to get
a closer look and shake their heads. When they saw you and me
walking nude through the meadow with you holding Pong’s hand and Ping
riding on my shoulder it really broke the ice. They were all over
us then. It was like we became family. We offered to take
them to the world in the video where they would be safe and could
flourish with plenty of room, lots of good food and pure water.
They would have to share the world with other critters, but they seemed
to understand. They felt more secure when we got back to the
Banshee and met the winged-ponies. They fell in love with each
“How many are
there?” Waco asked with excitement.
“As best we can
count there’s a little over fifty. They tell us they don’t know
how long they were marooned on the derelict ship, but they’d been
adrift in space for three, maybe four generations. The best we
can make out they live about sixty to seventy of our years. Their
story was pretty gruesome. They actually used the bodies of their
dead ancestors to produce soil to grow food for themselves. They
were stolen from their home world many years ago during what they
called the ‘hunting’ by the Grays. They couldn’t speak to us, but
they drew elaborate pictures of a hunt. I still have several on
the walls in my command office. They ain’t just crudely drawn
stick figures neither, they're works of fine art.
After they came
on board the Banshee they took a great interest in our personal
computers. I gave them one to play with thinking it would keep
them occupied for several days until the new wore off. I had no
idea they would figure out how to use it. In forty-eight hours
they completely reprogrammed the damn thing to be faster than ours and
work more efficiently. They used the computer to teach themselves
our language and were able to speak to us through the keyboard with a
vocal reproduction program. They weren’t happy with the
artificial sound of the computer voice so they souped it up to sound
just like me. They are very clever creatures.
They told us
they had become a favorite food of the Grays and Reptiles. They
were among a group of several thousand aboard the Gray’s ship when it
was attacked by another race who hated the Grays and Snakes. Only
a couple of hundred survived and their numbers quickly began to
dwindled. For their small size they seemed to be pretty
technically proficient. They managed to piece together enough of
the wreck to survive and created these magnificently efficient plant
farms on the observation decks that gave them oxygen and limited food
supplies. They figured out just how many their limited resources
would provide for and new births were carefully managed. Their
population remained the same for several generations until they could
provide more soil for more food. It was a very clever plan and it
They were once
down to twelve souls and fought their way back to a little over
fifty. I’d say that’s pretty damn remarkable and shows just how
stubbornly a species will fight to survive. They seemed grateful
for the offer of a ride to another world. I made them a
deal. We would transport them, offer them shelter and protection,
but they must agree not to use their pheromones on my crew or interfere
with our daily operations.
They smiled and
promised they wouldn’t. We didn’t have any problems with them,
except as a parting gift they gave us a shot of some kind of sexual
aphrodisiac that had us fucking our brains out for several days.
Except for last night, I’ve never been so horny in my life.
Nothing got done on the ship, but on the other hand, morale was at an
all time high. It was like musical beds for damn near a
week. I finally drew the line when I woke up one morning and
there were three other warriors in bed with me. I couldn’t be
angry with them. They thought they were doing us a favor.”
Trey said with some disgust. The ponies snorted, stumbled and
horse laughed. Waco almost fell out of his saddle he laughed so
you must tell Admiral Long and my dad your story.” Waco begged
him. Ranger snorted and shook his head ‘no.’
close as they are, them two little space-pirates can get anything out
of him. One shot of a truth pheromone, and he’ll tell them
everything. >> Ranger sent to Waco.
otherwise. He’s convinced they can get anything out of the
Admiral.” Waco told Trey.
right, cowboy, but in this case I’ll do whatever you think is best.”
“I think you’re
doing a find job, and I should butt-out and respect my Captain’s
wishes.” Both ponies shook their heads in the affirmative and
whinnied. Trey and Waco laughed.
* * * * * * *
Parson’s fair and rodeo became a ‘must do’ activity for everyone
associated with the Grange. It was just too damn much fun not to
participate. It had the feeling of an old time country fair and
everyone loved it. It was very popular and the town overflowed
with guests. Officer Jones, dressed in his cowboy clothes, stood
on a grassy area with his commanding officer, Johauk Kodaly, Brick
Armstrong, Timmy, Stan and Jimmy-Bob. They were having a great
time in the fresh air and watching the riders and homemade floats go
“You all right,
little brother?” Del Hawkins asked Jones.
right, Sir. I’m jes’ fine. I ain’t been this happy and
content in a long time. I feel like I belong here with these
folks. I want to be here with them. I don’t wanna’ go back
to the Holy City.” Brett Jones said sadly.
“Neither do I,
Son.” Hawkins agreed.
“I know we have
to, but is this all just a wonderful dream, Sir? Will I wake up
tomorrow and be back in that world where I ain’t never sure about
nothing from day to day?”
“The day will
come when they will come for us. We have to do what we can to
help others understand. We have work to do— important work.
You have people who need you and it’s not just the sick. Your
brother officers need you. We have to prepare a video this
evening to send back to the Holy Father, so he can share it with the
news medium. The public is about to break his doors down for
information about you. I’ve already sent one message you pulled
through and are going to be fine. Now we need to show them you’re
up and around, but still not a hundred percent. Maybe we’ll video
you in one of them hospital gowns in a wheel chair. That way,
maybe it will buy us a little more time here. Wouldn’t you like
to stay a couple a’ more days? I think we deserve it.”
“Of course I
would love to stay a while, and you’re right, we do deserve it. I
love these people, Sir. I feel like I’m becoming a part of them.”
“Good, I’m glad
you feel that way, Son, so do I. There are more wonders for you
to discover. I won’t tell you, I’ll just let you experience them
like I done,— a few at a time. Trust me, you will never forget
what you witness here.” Hawkins smiled at his younger officer and
shook his head. He had a far away look in his eye like he was
recalling his own amazement from his first visit.
* * * * * * *
started at nine o’clock and only took about an hour for everyone to get
through. The livestock were taken directly to the fairgrounds
fed, watered and placed in stalls in a large barn. Most of the
ponies would be ridden in the rodeo. The coyotes had their
favorite ponies and this was their first year to ride and participate
in the rodeo. They would ride in the grand entry, and they
entered a couple of the junior rodeo events. Even Adam and Eve
were going to ride in the grand entry parade with their Uncle Warren
and Uncle Jack.
advantage of the free food provided by the Grange and the Parson’s
Chamber of Commerce. It was a spread of food that astounded
everyone. There was everything you could think of to eat and
Captain Vinceeth’s warriors on leave were really impressed. Brett
Jones couldn’t believe the amount of good food he had to choose
from. Everyone was stuffed afterwards.
started at two o’clock and went off like clockwork. In the very
middle of the rodeo they had an intermission. After everyone was
called back to their seats the announcer announced to the crowd that
the next part of the rodeo would be something different. He
commented about Captain Vinceeth and his warriors being honored guest
who brought some very special guest with them.
“They are six
special white horses from another world which are currently residing in
the gigantic caves on Mars, but came with him to Earth especially for
our rodeo today. Don’t look to the entrances for them ladies and
gentlemen. Look to the Northern sky above the arena. See
them big clouds up there. Keep you eyes on them.”
up and in about ten seconds six magnificent flying white horses flew
out of the clouds one by one. On their backs were Waco, Trey,
Lucas, Travis, Little Bear, and Indigo Blue. They all had their
hats in their hands waving them about as they flew over the arena and
formed a circle to fly around above the arena. The crowd went
bananas. They’d never seen such a wonderful thing. They
stood, applauded, whistled, stomped their boots, and some even yelled
at the top of their voices. Many were in tears at the beauty of
the unusual ponies. The horses landed in the arena one by one,
folded their enormous wings, and slowly walked around the arena so the
folks could get a closer look at them. The crowd got quiet out of
wonder and respect as they watched in awe. The horses lined up,
the cowboys dismounted, and another cowboy handed Waco a
“Thank you for
that fine reception, Ladies and Gentlemen. We told our honored
guest they would probably receive a warm welcome, but we didn’t expect
anything like this. We told them not to be nervous or frightened,
there might be a lot of noise what with applause, whistling and
such. I’ll let Captain Vinceeth tell you their story.
Trey.” Waco said as he handed the microphone to his
Captain. There was more applause. Trey told the story of
finding the winged-horses and how endangered they were. He didn’t
go on for long, but he hit all the salient points and told how they
would be living on Mars until the exodus from Earth began and a greater
location for everyone could be found. He hoped many would take a
vacation to Mars in the near future and enjoy all the wonderful
creatures placed there for conservation. He got a standing
ovation. He gave the microphone back to Waco.
“I’d like to
offer my personal thanks to Captain Vinceeth for this wonderful
birthday surprise for me and my brothers. We certainly weren’t
expecting something as remarkable as these animals. Anytime we
are blessed with new family as beautiful as these creatures, it truly
is a great day.” Waco stuck out his hand to shake Trey’s.
Trey winked at him, pulled Waco to him in an embrace and planted a big
one on his cowboy in front of everyone. There was much hooting,
hollering and oohs from the crowd. Xenophene placed his muzzle
squarely in Trey’s back and pushed the two men. He almost knocked
them over. There was much laughter from the crowd. Waco and
Trey laughed, turned and petted the big horse.
language that gesture means, ‘Would you two please get a room.’” said
Waco into the microphone and laughed. The crowd went crazy
applauding and laughing. The cowboys gave hugs to the ponies and
sent them on their way back to Strom and Lyle’s farm. Before they
left the area they flew in more circles, figure eights and performed
several other acrobatic stunts. The crowd was stunned at some of
the things they could do in the air and after another standing ovation
the horses departed. The cowboys stayed to complete the rodeo.
The day was a
great success and everyone had a good time. Waco and his dad won
the team roping event. Lucas and Lazarus took second. One
of the warriors who had really gotten into rodeo won the bull dogging
event and another won the bull riding competition. No bull on
Earth ever met as determined a cowboy as Commander Maddragon.
Lucas was very proud of his partner.
* * * * * * *
The fair went on
well into the evening hours after the rodeo. There was more food
for everyone and lots of games for the kids and adults alike.
Everyone mingled and many folks came up to Waco and Trey to wished them
well. They weren’t crude about it, but everyone knew they were
officially together. Many inquired about vacationing on
Mars and Waco and Trey patiently told them they would soon be able to
spend a week or more exploring the caves and visiting with the
animals. Arrangements were being made to accommodate visitors.
Trey and Waco
rode Ranger and his little sister back to the farm, got them fed,
watered, rubbed down and settled for the night. Waco lamented he
never had to go to all this trouble with a pickup truck.
Trey admonished him he couldn't hug or kiss a pickup truck goodnight
nor call it his friend. Neither could he get it to run on oats
and hay. Waco smiled and nodded his agreement. Ranger had
the last word.
this one, Master Waco. He’s a good man. >> Ranger drawled.
don’t know it, but I done got him locked away in my heart, big brother.
>> Waco replied.
me, he knows, little brother. >> spoke Ranger, then laughed.
say?” Trey demanded, “I know he said something, you’re blushing.”
“If you wanna’
know you gotta’ drink lummox milk so’s you can hear, Captain.”
Waco grinned and winked at his handsome warrior.
End of Chapter
46 ~ Waco’s Lummox
Copyright 2007 ~