Nat-Tali: Chapter 1

By Snakeman


On the planet Tarth:


The very powerful Queen of the Olympians, Andromeda, had proclaimed none of her gods should produce more children. No more with each other or with the mortals. Her daughter Alish, Goddess of the Hunt and of great beauty, disobeyed. After a liaison with her mother's brother, Lore the God of War, Alish went far away to the valley of the Stone Kings.

Away from where her mother would know what she was doing Alish produced twin girls, fully grown and of unparalleled beauty, but without their godly powers or knowledge. Or worldly knowledge. Before Alish could instill godly power or wisdom into her girls her presence was detected and responded to by three of the Oltonian gods The gods of the Oltonians were weak, but there were three of them and Alish was weak herself after mothering her two daughters.

Unable to flee, Alish magically donned her armor and with bow in hand prepared to defend herself and daughters. Without powers her daughters would not be perceived by the enemy as goddesses so she bade them to flee before it was too late.

Puma and Ruma hid in the rocks. Three male gods appeared before their brave and normally powerful mother, they wore full battle armor and their swords were drawn. Alish fired a dozen arrows as they charged. They avoided all and tackled Alish to the ground.

Puma and Ruma watched as the three Oltonian gods overpowered their mother and stripped her of her armor and clothing. The three Oltonian gods then started raping their mother. Puma and Ruma watched as big godly cocks were forced into their mother's vagina, ass and mouth. The Oltonian gods assaulted their mother every way imaginable as the sun made it's way across the sky. They saw the anger and pain in their mother's eyes as her ass was violated over and over.

Puma and Ruma watched in horror as after the Oltonian gods were done with their mother they drove a Sepvcarian sword through her heart, killing her. The girls screamed, the Oltonian gods spotted them. That's when the savior appeared. A beautiful blonde goddess with great power and bravery.

The savior threw balls of orange fire at the three murderous gods, chasing them away. She then addressed Puma and Ruma. The twins were instructed to make their way to the Great Temple of Andromeda in Coth and call out her name and who their mother was. That at that time Andomeda would appear to them and give them the gifts their mother would have.

The savior disappeared as fast as she appeared and the twins started their long trek. At every camp of man preparing for war and in every town, village or city the twins found traveling had costs. With no money they were forced to have sex for a roof over their heads at night or to stay out of the rain or snows. Sex for food. Sex for passage across the great rivers. And sex because those of questionable morals kept them against their will and collected money from those who would use the sisters.

It took almost a full year for Puma and Ruma to find the great temple. In that time they had each lay with over 700 men, some many times. When Andromeda came to her granddaughters she was angry for the horror her granddaughters had to endure at the hands of men. Andromeda deemed all the daughters of men should endure a year of need. They would seek and need the seed of a thousand men, and men would see their daughters unable to control their sexual needs. That their daughters would lay with man after man until the days were a blur and their bellies full of the male seed.

Puma was given the power of lust, the power to make men and women want for each other. Ruma was given the power of the Faze. Ruma's kiss would awaken a girl to the pleasures of the flesh. Once initiated by her kiss a young woman would go mad if her needs were not fulfilled. The sisters hide in the sky, their light shines down and illuminates the night. From their high perches no mortal can hide.


Thus the Faze was born. Or so the story goes as in the writings of Nat-Tali.




Thousands of years before recorded time, Sooa lay with the other girls not touched yet by the sisters of the moons. After the big pre snows tribal meetings she and her sister Oola were in their new home. The cave of the Mountain Bash Tribe was warm with a nice fire as the winds howled outside. This was a good place her parents had traded them to. Their flocks in the mountain valleys were plentiful and there was plenty of meat. They would not go hungry this winter.

Young women, wool and koowa root which only grew in the cold north had been traded to her former tribe for she and her sister along with grains and other harvested crops. There were 4 other girls huddled with them in their corner of the cave. The others having been traded from other tribes.

Sooa lay awake listening to the strong winds blow, bringing in the first of the heavy winter snows. The snows were coming earlier and earlier each winter, and lasting later and later in the spring. She sighed as she looked around the cave bathed in a warm glow, and the 20 or so men of this strong tribe, wondering which of the men the moon goddesses would send her to first when the time came.

The curse of the moon goddesses would be overwhelming, forcing her to lay with each of the men in turn. As the seasons passed she'd lay with each of them several times before the goddesses lost interest in her and she would chose her mate.

Uurk had two mates, one's belly big and round with a new tribe member due any day. He, his mates and their five children were huddled together close to them. But location wasn't what the moon goddesses cared about.

She and her sister had been there for a few days. The drum beater had been busy each of those days, three other girls had been touched by the moon goddesses in the last summer. Two of them were now nearing the peak of the twins' rage. Sooa watched as the men mated with their women and those touched. Her mind driven by the moon goddesses to notice who had the bigger cocks. Who was the best hunter. And who was the strongest fighter among other things. Somehow the moon goddesses would send her to one of them when the time came.

Sooa felt her sister's body jolt. She was huddled up to Oola who was younger by two summers. Oola's breathing became more rapid and deeper. Her body felt warm. And as her eyes shot open Sooa could see they were glazed over. The moon goddesses had touched her.

Oola was a small girl with small breasts, but by next year she'd be taller and her breasts would be as big as the other women in the tribe and she'd be picking a mate to have children. Thus was the cycle of life.

Sooa had seen others in her time being taken by the twins of the moons. All girls that lived to adulthood were touched sooner or later. And as her sister jumped to her feet with a panic stricken face Sooa knew someday she too would do the same thing.

A few others stirred from their sleep as Oola stood as if confused and looked about the cave. Sooa watched her sister stagger across the cave, the fire in her pussy making it almost painful to walk. A fire growing stronger with each breath. And a fire with only one way of putting it out.

Oola made her way to the furs of Tooka, the medicine man. It was another part of the curse. Girls would be compelled to seek older and more skilled males rather than males their own age. One of Tooka's mates awoke first. Seeing the face of one taken she awoke the other two women and Tooka.

Tooka's pregnant mate took the younger ones away and the drummer was awakened. Oola sat up and watched as Tooka's other two mates helped Oola out of her furs and to lay down. As Oola lay on her back with her legs spread the older of his wives knelt before Tooka and took his cock into her mouth.

Oola was barely as tall as Tooka's chest, but that didn't matter. The drummer started with a slow loud beat. Soon the whole cave was awake and sitting around, chanting. Two of Tooka's mates knelt next to Oola, one on either side, and held her hands. It was normal for a girl touched that first time to be scared and they would comfort Oola. Oola looked at the huge cock with terror in her eyes, but she would not stop. She could not.

Oola looked up into the bearded face of a big strong male as he knelt between her legs. His big strong calloused hands gently caressed her legs, then her stomach before rubbing her breasts. Oola watched her sister wince in pain, the breasts were said to become painful when the moon goddesses touched you. But no matter the pain, Oola wouldn't stop now. She couldn't. It would be like trying to stop the great river from overflowing each spring.

"NNNAAAAYYYAAAAA." Oola screamed as Tooka stuffed a cock as big as Oola's forearm into her pussy. And as the drum beat Tooka would thrust with the drum. "NNNAAAA NNNAA NNNNAAAA." Sooa winced for her sister, the pain was etched on her face. But as the drummer sped up his tempo Tooka sped up too.

Tooka was an older male, older than their parents. Tooka pounded Oola's pussy, not for hate or any evil intent. Life was hard and all had to be tough and strong. Someday Oola would give birth, she needed to learn to deal with pain. And as young women are driven by the forces of the moon goddesses, men are driven to test their young women's resolve.

Sooa watched as a male more than twice their size mated with her sister. His big hands clamped down on her small breasts, Oola crying from the pain. The pace picked up, then after a short time Tooka, the chanting and the drummer stopped. Oola's eyes rolled back in her head. Her back arched and her body shook all over. There was a joyful laughter as the goddesses bestowed a gift on Oola.

After Oola's body relaxed and her eyes focused on Tooka again. She smiled up at him and the drummer started again. The goddesses would reward Oola two more times before Tooka would deposit his seed inside her, thus putting out her fire.

Sooa lay back down with joy and sadness. Her sister had been touched, never again would they huddle together in sleep. Until the goddesses touched Oola again in a few days Oola would huddle with Tooka and his family. Then the goddesses would drive her to move on to one of the other men. By the time this part of her life had passed Oola would lay with all the males in the tribe, thus becoming a full member.




It was early spring a few thousand years later. Living in a small village of a hundred huts and having a husband who had a trade instead of being a farmer meant life was good for her family. As the lighting flashed and the thunder became louder with the storm upon them Milla sat at the table as her husband and children slept.

Now a woman of 52 Milla was feeling the years catch up to her. She and her husband had been blessed with three children, two strong boys and a girl. The girl, Aya, being the middle child. The older son was now married and had two children of his own.

Aya was chest high to most men, about average for this point in her life. She had long blonde hair and a pretty face. She was smart and witty and likeable. Someday she'd be a tall beautiful woman and mother.

Milla worried for her daughter, most of her friends the same age had already been touched by the moon goddesses. Puma and Ruma, the goddesses of the moons, would someday call on Aya to go through the part of life now called the Faze.

Milla looked up from her daydreaming as it were to see Aya standing there in her nightgown. Milla had mixed emotions when seeing her daughter's face. It was time, hell nor high water could stop the Faze.

Without a word Aya ran out the door into the raging storm. Her younger brother, a strapping young man now, was also up. A look from their mother and he too raced out into the night, grabbing his sword, bow and quiver from near the door. He wouldn't make any effort to stop his sister. He would follow to what ever hut the goddesses sent her to, and bring her home safely after.

It was just the summer before Aya's cousin was touched. She too ran out into a storm. But instead of running to a nearby hut she ran out of town. No one really knew the reason. It could have been someone from a traveling troupe that left earlier in the day the goddesses were sending her after. Or the next village. But her half eaten body was found on the side of the road that afternoon. The wild beasts of the forest had ended her short life.



Thousands of years later Princess Tara lay in bed thinking. At 24 the Faze was taking it's time to come to her. Her right hand was in her wide open night gown massaging her left breast. Her small left breast. Having not been touched by the twins yet her breasts were still small, but someday they'd be big like her mother's. But even being small, her breasts could provide great pleasure.

The princess was feeling pressured, her father could not marry her off to a powerful lord until she had completed the Faze. She was also hearing the cries of the people screaming for a less authoritative leadership. Even high in one of the castles towers the calls could be heard. Her dad, the king, even had one of the most outspoken members of the leadership in the dungeon.

Young Lord Malt had received his title when his father died a few years earlier. Since then he had spoken loudly about the king and the need for the crown to heed the wishes of the people. Her father now had him locked up for treason and sentenced to be hung first thing in the morning. An event that would result in civil war. A war that would claim the lives of thousands.

They were one of the last monarchies still ruling. Most of the world had already changed to other forms of government. Communism, socialism, military dictatorships, but most of the world was now democratic. The will of the people choosing a nation's path.

Tara flicked her erect nipple with her fingers, enjoying the sensation like she had done hundreds of times. Though this time as thoughts of the young handsome lord went through her head her left hand went down between her legs, something she'd done a few dozen times. Something while doing she had to do quietly or the guards in the hallway might hear her. According to the priests and priestesses the gods forbid such things and it would be deeply embarrassing to her and her parents if she were caught.

A woman should never touch herself in certain ways. A woman should never receive or give oral pleasure. The only position allowed by temple decree was for her to lay still on her back as the man did just what was required. How boring she thought. By temple law she wasn't even allowed to show her breasts to a man, not during the Faze and not even her husband when she was married off. And if that weren't bad enough, in some families she wouldn't even be allowed to see the cock. Throughout her Faze and until her wedding day she'd be required to be blindfolded as she was fucked. Tara thanked the gods she wasn't from such an area where such practices were used.

And with that thought Princess Tara suddenly sat bolt upright in her bed. Her heart raced, she felt hot and her pussy was suddenly wet and on fire. She had to find Beltor, one of the guards. Her head was screaming for Beltor, but Princess Tara gritted her teeth to fight for control There was one way to stop the coming civil war, at least for now. To save her family and her kingdom she needed to be strong. Stronger than the whispers of the sisters. Her mother had always whined about her stubborn streak, now it was needed. Her head needed to be stronger than the whispers from the goddess.

Tara gasped for air as she jumped out of bed and landed on wobbly legs. "You can do this. You have to do this." she muttered to herself as she staggered to her bedroom door.

The guards outside her bed chambers at first stepped to get in her way, then seeing her face stepped aside. The law was the law and even a king couldn't change this one. A girl going through her Faze was to go and be with whom she chose provided the man chose to as well. And even though her night gown was wide open and they could see her perky little tits topped with tiny pink areolas, and with a deeper look could even see her twat, they would make no effort to stop her in any way.

Her body guards followed close behind, it was forbidden to stop or help. Even with her nightgown seemingly ready to fall off they were to do nothing. All they could do was just follow and make sure no one else interfered. So no one thought anything as she staggered down the stone stairs of the castle. And only eyebrows were raised as she continued down into the dungeon. She'd lean against the stone walls asking Anas, the Goddess of Light and the sun, to give her strength. Strength to disobey Puma and Ruma. Strength to save the kingdom, at least for now.

One of her guards raced off to awaken the king as she staggered up to the cell holding Lord Malt mumbling "I have to. I have to." The dungeon master looked at her with concern until she screamed at him to open the door.

Lord Malt turned his head towards the commotion. He was laid out naked on the rack, his arms and legs stretched. His beaten body ached from days of torture. As the door opened he could see her face in the torchlight. The moon goddesses had taken her. Her normally angelic face now anguished. Her exposed crest heaving.

The princess practically ripped her nightgown off as she ran to the condemned man. The guards gasped as her lips wrapped around Lord Malt's limp cock. And none could interfere as she climbed on top of him shortly there after. It was all against the temple laws, but the princess was responding to a higher call than those of the priests and priestesses.

The guards were screwed either way as they watched the princess ride the prisoner for all she was worth. The dungeon guard had only seen girls ride like that in a brothel. She bounced at a feverish pace, her hands massaging her own breasts, something none of them would ever talk about.

They watched as she rode herself to an orgasm, then moments later gave a loud sigh. It was complete. A smile formed on her face.

"WHAT THE HELL!" The princess was smiling and chuckling as she collapsed on top of Lord Malt, gasping for breath when hearing her dad's tirade start. She and Lord Malt breathed heavily into each other's ear, bare chest to bare chest. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her angry father and concerned mother standing in the cell's door. The side of her face rubbed against Lord Malt's, he needed a shave she mused. He had a good 4 days growth. And he stunk, he also hadn't bathed in days. Or been allowed to use a privy. He was laid out in a puddle of his own bodily wastes. And now that she'd been released from Ruma's trance the stench assaulted her nose. But the deed was done.

Princess Tara was smiling as her Dad and Mother stepped into the cell. As her father stood there gape mouthed she proudly climbed off and started walking away from Lord Malt, calmly and completely naked. She forced herself not to show disgust in anyway for the stench, she would only show she was proud of what she had just done. Cum and her own juices running down her legs she walked up to her father. Yet she stood tall and defiant.

She stood smugly in front of her father as he fumed and her mother took her robe and wrapped it around her daughter to cover her nudity. And mom cringed from the smell. "HE'LL BE EXECUTED AT FIRST LIGHT." the king screamed.

"He will be pardoned father." Tara said as she looked up at her father who was a good foot and a half taller than she.

"HE WILL NOT…"

"As a high born and being touched by the Moon Goddesses It is my right to name the sword who will protect me. I choose Lord Malt." The princess stated calmly as her father looked like his head was about to explode. He wasn't that mad when he ordered the young lord to be arrested. It was a long held tradition and temple law that a high born could claim her first as her sword protector.

"I won't have it."

"It is not your choice father. Temple law gives me that right." she smugly told the king. "He will be released, bathed and standing at my door with sheathed sword by first light. As is my right."

The guards were ready to run for the hills as the princess calmly walked past her father, her mother wrapping an arm around her shoulders to walk her back to her bed chambers. Her chambers where a bath would soon be made ready. Very few had lived when making the king that angry. No one spoke a word as the king walked away with his head hung low. "You heard her." he snarled, it was all he would say.




It was the 3012th year since the arrival of the Great Prophet Nat-Tali. Nat-Tal Norsh, named after the prophet as many young girls are, sat in her bedroom looking over stacks of data piled on her desk as she prepared for one of the most important missions in Tarth history. Possible life was believed to have been detected under miles of ice on the frozen moon Tempar orbiting around the blue gas giant Hermis, named after the God of Water.

As a leading biologist the 27 year old would lead the team in investigating, but doing so without contaminating said life. Having her on the mission had raised many eyebrows, but not because her father was in command of the mission. The to do was because she hadn't Fazed yet. Questions abounded as to the effects of space travel on the Faze. How would it impact a girl? Would she still be able to perform her duties? Would a Faze initiate while in space? Could it? And to her embarrassment it was one of the most frequent topics on the afternoon talk shows. In effect, her lack of a sex life was international news.

Rash Huul rolled her eyes as she stood in Nat's open doorway. Nat could just not stop. Doctorate in biology, three time Olympic medalist for full contact martial arts for pre Fazic women. And she was a captain in the Easter Block Space Administration. "You do know over working yourself can cause delays in one's Faze." she jested. She was joking, but studies had pointed in that direction. The studies also seemed to indicate that a stress delayed Faze would be longer and more intense. And once initiated stress could activate a girl's Fazic body.

Nat, like two of her three younger sisters, stood less than 5 feet tall and was no more than a 100 pounds soaking wet. Give or take an inch and 5 pounds the three were about the same size. Though from what Rash had just heard second to youngest sister, 18 year old Ayla, had just gone Fazic about 7 days ago. And Ayla's hair was a lighter shade of red than her sisters.

Nat pushed her chair back from her desk as her oldest and dearest friend came in and sat on the edge of her bed. They'd known each other since they were 5 when Rash's family moved in across the street just after she was adopted. Rash had few years ago moved out and had her own apartment. It was quite common for girls to wait until after their Faze before moving out, but then 27 was pushing things. The Faze can cause financial hardships and there were other issues to consider so most girls waited until after Fazing to move out. It's hard to go to work and make a living when your on your back getting fucked.

"Was mom happy to see you?" Nat asked, the two had grown up as close as sisters. Rash hadn't been by in over a year, though they did see each other at work and gone out clubbing. Rash was a medical doctor and had actually given Nat her last physical. Rash went through her Faze starting when she was 22, and that by some was considered late these days.

Rash was a striking young woman. She was now 5'8" and about 130 pounds. She ended up with firm DDD boobs where before her Faze she and Nat shared clothes. She now had long blonde hair and men compared her looks to those of a goddess.

"I think your mom is more concerned with those negotiations concerning your sister Peet." Nat's eyes opened wide. It was an odd thing what was being discussed out in the living room. Peet was an actress, and a singer, who had been costarring on a TV show since she was 7. The show was now ended, but the producers wanted to create a spin off. The role Peet had would now be post Fazic, but 20 year old Peet wasn't. The role would be hers if she could complete her Faze within the next year and a half when they'd start production. Or they'd give that role to another actress.

But that wasn't fully what all the talking was about. It seemed the same production company was working on a multi part documentary about the Faze. Where Peet was without work at the time they wanted her to have a series of drones following her around, recording almost everything. Nat couldn't believe their mom was actually considering it. Not where the only way to ensure Peet's completion of her Faze in time would be for Peet to choose to initiate her Faze. Though in modern society it was more acceptable, it was still a major life choice to have sex before the goddesses choose. Even if most people don't believe in the old gods anymore. Having sex by choice the first time instantly begins one's Faze. And more and more young women were taking that option to schedule around school and other activities. Start the Faze mid winter and one could try and time for stage 3 to take place during one's summer vacation, thus not having to miss a semester of college. There were medications to help with the timing. The Faze couldn't be stopped, but it could be sped up and slowed some.

"Seems they want Joomick Moora to be her first." Nat watched the impressed look form on Rash's face. Joomick was one of her sister's costars. He played her older brother on the show and he was pictured on the covers of hundreds of magazines. He was tall, good looking and built. "And they want it recorded."

Rash's eyes shot open, then she giggled. Peet and their mom were out in the living room discussing Peet making what was basically going to be a porn tape. Rash knew most of the story, they wanted Peet, and a few other celebrities, to address the drones and tell what she's feeling at any given time. She'd answer questions as to how the sex was. Why she was having sex with a particular person and so forth. But having her first time recorded was something big. Though she was sure Peet was going to be paid big money for it.

But Rash suddenly turned the tables on her old friend and brought up that much discussed topic. "You know I doubt anyone would say a word if you…"

"Don't even go there. I just don't have time. I have papers to read and experiments to prepare for. After our Halo jump last week I'm fully cleared for the mission. But I tell you what. When we get back I'll give it serious thought."

Rash hung her head and groaned. Nat had been saying basically the same thing for over 5 years. After the Olympics. After I graduate. After I get my doctorate. It was always after the next thing. "You won’t be back for over a year. And what happens if you Faze out in space?"

"Then I'd be the first girl to Faze in space. And it's not like the ship doesn't have men on board." Nat calmly replied. The ship once they caught it would have a crew of a little over 200, about three quarters of them men.

"And I'm sure a girl running around the ship demanding sex won't be a distraction." Rash answered sarcastically. Nat needed to take the Faze seriously. Sooner or later it would happen, then her mind would start going out the window.

"Look, even if it started today I could hold off the stronger effects until after the experiments are complete. On the way home the effects of a Faze just wouldn't matter. We have the ability to shift things some."

Rash showed real shock, did her friend just suggest she'd take Faze bending drugs? There were two types. One that was meant to speed things up and get through stage 3 faster the other to delay the full effects and put off stage 3 for a while. Both were risky and were only to be used under a doctor's supervision. There was also a third drug, but that one was for emergency use. It could calm the fire, but it would only work a couple of times then the body would adjust to it. "Tell me you don't."

"I have the three prescriptions filled already. If it happens it won't effect the mission. In fact it just might make it a lot more enjoyable for the rest of the crew."

Rash's jaw dropped. It wasn't like Nat to jest about anything sexual in nature. Nat was always the serious one. "Fine. But I have to go. I have a meet and great at that school Jerny teaches at." Jerny was another girl that grew up in their inner circle. "You wanna come?"

"No thanks." Nat said laughingly. It was bad enough when her friends like Rash got on her case about not Fazing yet. But having to answer questions from school girls about it was overly annoying. Does anyone have a question about biology? Is it true your 27 and haven't Fazed yet? Damn news shows.

Rash stood up and kissed her friend on the cheek before starting to walk away, a kiss that to Nat for some reason felt oddly different. As Rash walked through the door she paused to make one last remark. "You have a lot of names in your Faze book. Just remember what's expected."

"Faze book and Faze jar have been ready for years." Nat grumbled. Having Fazed young like some girls do by choice now would have come in handy. Family and friends would have given her cash which would have helped with college instead of borrowing money from her sister Peet.

As Rash walked out Nat knew. She had a lot of friends, thus a lot of names in her Faze book. The book had a couple of different sections, all of which were important socially. Where in the olden times it was believed girls made their way around the village or tribe and in turn lay with every man, now big towns and cities had too many people to make that practical. Or even possible.

Instead a girl would have a book. When one of her friends Fazed she'd honor their friendship by having sex with the man important to her friend, her friend's father. Nat and Rash grew up with a lot of friends, thus Nat had a lot of her friend's fathers listed in her book. And where she was the last of the group to Faze and all her friends visited her father it was important for Nat to seek out all their fathers as she Fazed. To not do so would be seen as a social slight. If she did Faze while on the mission it would be important she make every effort to fulfill her social obligations when she returned. Though she could ask her sisters to help, but there would be costs to that as well. She'd owe her sisters a heavy price. One that might include a daughter, if she had one, bedding her sister's husband.

And it wasn't just her obligations with her friends. If a friend of her father had one of his daughters lay with him then she or one of her sisters would be obligated to sleep with her dad's friend when Fazing. Which shouldn't be an issue now, not when if Peet goes through with things, her two sisters would be Fazing while she was gone. Peet and Ayla could fulfill most of the family obligations while she was gone. Besides, who would a man rather have sex with? A scientist or and actress or pop singer? Not that Ayla was famous yet, but she was working on it and had a sister already in show business.

The time it took and her drive for success is why Nat had a feeling her kid sister initiated her Faze. She was at an age where record executives would be hesitant to sign her. If she were younger she'd have time until her Faze. But the threat of having to cancel concerts and delay recordings would cause them to wait. Nat figured her sister was jumping the gun, she'd Faze and by the time she saw her sister again un a year she'd have her contract in hand or waiting.


The next morning Nat awoke with a jolt "Oh god no." she gasped. It was cool out that night, but she was sweating. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Her heart beat like a drum. Her breasts ached and her pussy was wet and on fire.

"No no no no no." She kept chanting as she jumped out of bed. In just her panties and a tank top she wore to bed she opened her bedroom door and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. This just wasn't a good time. She had a space mission to prepare for, and she was wearing a god awful pair of granny panties.

"No no no no."

Lya, the youngest of the Norsh children, was first to see her older sister walking like she was trying to hold back a big shit. "Err mom?"

"No…no…no…no."

Lya snickered as their mom turned around from cooking breakfast and saw her eldest daughter making her way towards the back door.

Tooa Norsh closed her eyes and gnashed her teeth. Three. Three at the same time. "What did I do to offend you?" she asked as she looked up at the ceiling.

"About time." Lya said with a giggle.

"You just shut up and eat your breakfast. You'll be late for school." mom said as she turned to watch Nat though the kitchen window. Nat was making for the Beltorn house in back of them. Not too surprising mom thought. They'd all seen the new neighbor outside mowing his lawn without his shirt. He was a good looking muscular man. A bit on the young side for a girl to start with, but the choice was made by the twins.

Mrs. Beltorn chuckled as she looked out her window to see the girl next store staggering in her direction, having apparently climbed over the 6 foot concrete block privacy wall. She turned and smiled at her little boy sitting in a high chair before calling down the hall "HEY DAD? YOU MIGHT WANT TO PUT OFF THAT SHOWER."

The young mother and wife was at the door holding it open as the panicked looking girl her own age barely made her way in. "No no no no." the girl kept chanting comically. Like any girl has that choice when the time comes.

"Why, what?" a somewhat older man asked as he came out into the kitchen in his boxers. He didn't need to ask further, he'd seen that look many a time in his 74 years. Back when his daughters looked the same and now. But now Luah and her sisters were taller and bustier like their late mother. Luah, the youngest, was now married woman with one in a high chair and another on the way early next year.

"Morr I need Morr." Nat said in a pleading tone as she looked around in a panic.

There was no use in introductions just yet, the Fazed stricken woman was too out of it for it to matter. Luah had a smile as the girl next door stood trembling in the kitchen, her eyes darting around as if searching for something. In fact she was searching for someone, but he'd left for work already. But the Faze could be flexible, she could be pointed in another direction.

Luah hadn't met those particular neighbors yet, they'd only been there a short time and she noticed the mother next door seemed extremely busy with a lot of children. She had at least 4 girls and two boys and a full time job. One of the girls was on a highly ranked cable TV show. That mom was always on the run.

Luah winced as she looked at Nat, Nat panic stricken as she looked for who the goddesses wanted her to find. But he wasn't home. Luah though could help, a girl touched is confused and can be manipulated. She took Nat by the hand and walked her over to her father. "It'll be okay sweetie. He's not here, but my dad will help you." Her tone was one of softness and caring. And why wouldn't it be? She'd been there. All girls must go through this rite of passage. And it was a great honor to have a man which another young girl would call on to be her first.

Nat felt like diving into a pool of ice water her pussy was burning so badly, but even a non scientist knew that would do no good. She whimpered as the older man, who was still in relatively good shape, led her down the hall and into the guest room. He wasn't the big muscular man, but instead an upper middle aged grandfather. It wasn't who she wanted, but all she could think of was getting that fire put out. She'd scoffed as others spoke of the intensity, but she wasn't laughing now. And as embarrassed as she was with the ugly panties she was wearing it would have been torture taking the time to change them.

Nat watched as the 5'10" 225 pound man stepped away from her and pushed his shorts off. She stood trembling by the unmade bed, thinking of just one thing, that cock in her pussy would soothe her burning. And his cum would douse the fire. At least for a few days.

Nat swallowed hard as he stepped up to her. She cringed and was having trouble standing as he gripped the bottom of her top and started pulling it upwards. Without conscious thought her arms raised above her head to allow her garment's removal. He then gave each of her small breasts a squeeze, making her wince in pain. Her breasts were more sensitive than they've ever been.

Exposing her breasts wasn't required to put out her fire. Nor was oral sex. But a girl in need would do whatever was needed to please a man who'll help her, within reason. Though for the life of her she couldn't think of something she'd say no to at that moment. He could look at her tits. Squeeze her tits. Even slap them like she'd seen in a movie. She'd suck his cock and lick his balls. She'd even kiss his fucking ass as long as he put his cum inside her. Or he could fuck her ass. Cum in her butthole would also put out the fire, it would just take a little longer for the effect.

Nat could do nothing but whimper, it was like she had forgotten how to speak. She couldn't say anything as he put his hands on her head and pushed her down to her knees.

Nat had always been told over and over by her mother that no matter what went on in the movies a good girl just didn't do certain things. Sucking on a man's cock was one of those things. But with the burning in her pussy driving her to madness she'd do almost anything a man wanted just so he'd put it out. Just like Rash had always told her she would. She was going to suck cock.

"Suck it. If you want my cum, suck it." the older man stated flatly. It wasn't because he was trying to be mean, it was just a girl needed to be trained to perform. She'd find in time like all girls do that she'd be entertaining more than one man, some not very nice men. She'd have cocks in every hole and she should know what to do and what is expected of her. As her Faze progressed men would have less patience with her. She'd be expected to know exactly what they wanted from her. And others would take what they wanted from her.

Nat swallowed, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She knew what to do, she'd just never done it. And if her mom asked she would deny she did this. Nat sucked his cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth. The scent and taste of his cock seemingly calming her for a short time. The taste not at all unpleasant. It was as if her body knew the fire extinguisher was there and ready to put the fire out.

When he was hard the older man hooked her under her armpits and helped her stand. He then calmly and with a smile laid her on the bed. "Don't worry child, everything will be better in a short time." he said as he pulled her panties off.

Other than in texts or movies Nat hadn't seen cocks. Unless you count that creep Mr. Lastlu next door whose window was right across from her own. He'd been flashing her for years. But Nat lay on her back with her legs spread and hanging off the bed looking at this man's cock. He was big, but not too big. From her science background she knew an average cock is about the size of a man's hand from the heel to the tip of his fingers. But having sex with a Fazic girl can make it temporarily larger. The juices of a Fazic girl cumming provided an enzyme that was absorbed through the male's penis skin would have the male body produce a protein, making the cock bigger. The more Fazic girls he could make cum the bigger his cock could get. Thus she'd always figured was why married women actually encouraged their men to fuck Fazic girls. There was a benefit in it for them as well.

On the other side there were benefits for her as well. Starting with stage two or the end of stage 1 of the Faze when a girl's need increases the male cum also provides an enzyme for her. An enzyme that causes her body to produce a protein that would make her body and breasts grow. The more of the enzyme she receives the larger her breasts would grow and the taller she would get. Nat couldn't believe that science was going through her mind as his cock was pressed against her wet pussy.

"NNNAAAA…AAAHHH." There was pain, and relief. He'd fucked some Fazic girls. Or it had been a while since he had. His cock was a good size, but not too big. Nat felt a little pain at first, then a wave of relief. Why did I wait she asked herself. As the man slid his cock in and out of her twat it felt wonderful.

"Uhh uhh uhh uuhhh." Nat grunted as he sawed into her. And even though it hurt, it was also pleasurable as his hands squeezed her tits. Like Rash had told her "Your boobs will hurt, but you'll like it."

The whole bed shook as he soothed the burning, but only one thing would put out the fire. "Uhhh uhh uuuhhh." Nat watched the ceiling as the minutes passed. Her friends told her men would hurt her chest, but Nat never understood when they said it also felt good. That contradiction never made sense to her until now. And as she felt something stirring in her crotch it was like he could read her mind. His hands clamped down tighter on her tits and he doubled his pace.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. OHH MYY GODDD!" Nat screamed as everything went white. She'd never hurt like this, or felt anything this good.

Nat heard him chuckling as she came. But it didn't matter. He'd make her cum two more times before he put her fire out. He then handed her a fifty credit bill for her Faze jar.





Early that afternoon Nat sat on the edge of a big bed with her sister. Peet was wearing just a bra and panties with a heavy bathrobe. Nat was in full dress uniform having an emergency meeting with the general in charge of her mission shortly. She hoped it would go well, the general and her father were old school friends. To the point her dad put his name in her Faze book. And she grew up calling him uncle.

Nat had her arm around her trembling sister offering comfort. Peet was having second thoughts, but she was still determined to go through with it. The company was paying her a small fortune for this project. In the time it took her to complete her Faze she'd make more money than she did for 13 seasons of the TV show. Her Faze would be turned into a 12 part documentary with a handful of other girls for the science channel.

At least they talked Peet out of doing this with her former costar. The man might only be in his late 20s, but he was very experienced. It seemed he had new girlfriends every other day. A long list of Fazic girls chasing him. He wasn't a proper fit for a girl surrendering her innocence. With the number of Fazic girls he was rumored to have slept with Nat imagined his cock had to be huge. Poor Peet would have been in for a world of pain. But Nat was sure Peet would get her man at some later date.

Instead Peet and her agent decided to invite the father of one of her friends. The choice was made by pulling a name out of a hat off the top of her list in her Faze book. Mr. Lucks was the father of 4 with one daughter about Peet's age. Only a couple of their friends had been touched so far and it was thought he'd be a good fit for this task. He was in his late 40s, in good shape and was experienced. And what guy would pass up a chance to be the first one to fuck a young starlet? And have video proof he was the first.

On the plus side for Peet is this would end years of speculation. It was bad enough for Nat with what she was going through, she couldn't imagine what it was like for her sisters. Being a big start the tabloids for years had speculated over when and with whom her Faze would start. Would it happen naturally? Would she do it purposely? Would it be one of her costars or a friend of the family? Would it be one of the show's producers? Over the last few years there must have been a hundred men's names publish as to who could be her first.

"Does it hurt? I heard it can hurt." Peet asked. The room was a set and she looked around as if someone else would be listening. The bedroom set looked like a real bedroom, the cameras were behind mirrors and the microphones had been removed for this taping. A condition her mother insisted on, video but no sound.

"A little, but you'll be fine." Nat replied, her head rested against her sister's. How she ended up in here instead of mom she'd never know, but it should be mom giving this talk in Nat's mind. "Just relax you'll be fine. Girls do this every day." It seemed more girls than ever before were choosing to cheat the sisters as it were. Having sex on their own terms. Then to change the subject Nat pulled out her smart phone to show Peet pictures of her trip to Shala and the Grand Museum. "Look."

Peet smiled and chuckled at the picture. Nat was one of those that firmly believed in aliens. That thousands of years ago their world was visited. The picture showed an old faded painting of an odd shaped diamond with a big squiggly shape inside. The same type of sign was to be found all over their world, by hundreds of long past cultures. It was referred to by many as the El sign. Then there was the small demon with a sword that had odd lines coming off of it. There were also ancient depictions of the Ohteas, blue skinned women said to be the messengers of the gods. In that time long ago the Great Prophet Nat-Tali arrived on a fiery comet, two Ohteas that brought her to Tarth were pulled from the water after the comet landed in the great sea. "Your weird."

Nat chuckled with her sister, who seemed a bit more relaxed now. "I got something for you."

Peet's face lit up as Nat handed her a gift bag. The 20 year old giggled as she pulled the tissue paper out. Then she looked inside and blushed. Her mouth and eyes showed shock as she clamped the top of the bag shut with her hands and looked around like someone who was carrying illegal contraband.

"For god's sake it's just a bra and panties." Nat chuckled at her kid sister's reaction. A nice red lace bra and matching thong panties.

"I can't wear this." Peet stated, still in shock her sister would give her something like that. Heck, they'd see her nipples almost clear as day. "They'd see my tits through this."

Nat sat back and made a funny face. "Let me get this straight. Your gonna have sex in front of a camera. So your gonna be taking your underwear off anyway. And your worried about showing your nipples. Yet in the last two seasons you did a naked shower scene, two other topless scenes and the final episode had you being raped by three bad guys." The rape being the reason her character would need to be post Fazic in the new series.



A short time later Nat was in the observation room behind the big mirror in the bedroom. There were seats for about 60 people and Nat sat in the back row with Rash who'd come to show support. In the bedroom Peet was being interviewed by a woman holding a microphone. In the front row sat mom with Peet's agent and a few of the production company's executives.

Peet sat with her bathrobe still on, and those new under garments on underneath. Soft music played in the observation room and would play in the bedroom once the interviewer left.

"Congrats." Rash joked in a whisper, causing Nat to blush. The two old friend sat whispering as everyone waited for the show to begin.

"Oh shut up." Nat whined. It was bad enough it happened, now Rash was going to give her crap. She sat there thinking. Thinking of Rykard, her boyfriend from middle school until just a few years ago. After so long he finally gave up and moved on.

Rash had seen that look many times. "Rykard again?" whispered. When Nat sighed and nodded Rash wrapped her arm around her and chuckled. "You know you could have at least sucked him off every now and then." Then he would have at least gotten something. They were a bit old for him to settle for just holding hands. "Or a hand job? … Some titty play?"

Nat looked sullen. The one guy she'd ever had strong feelings for and now that she was Fazic she had no clue where he was. "Don't feel bad. It wasn't like he wasn't getting anything." Rash added. And when Nat looked quizzical she added "We all took care of him for you."

Nat's eyes shot open with the revelation all her friends had sex with her boyfriend while they were Fazic. She knew things like that happened, but she'd never been told her friends went that far for her. "I'm such a bad friend. And embarrassed." she whined. She leaned into Rash and rested her head on her friend's shoulder. She had very good friends to do that for her. Someday she'd find a way to repay that debt.

"Just remember. No matter how embarrassed you are now and you were this morning, things can get much worse." Rash said with a chuckle. And they could. She'd herself had bedded Rykard a good dozen times to take care of him. But the last of them had Fazed a good two years ago and he got sick of waiting for Nat. He left, but it was part her fault. She very easily could have resolved the situation herself. She could have just had sex with him. She could have cheated the sisters and made him her first.

"Already have." Nat groaned. Things could get very embarrassing."Mom had been holding on to two traditional skirts for my uniform." she then added in an eye roll. A pink knee length skirt to indicate she was Fazic, like she wanted to advertise it. And a nearly transparent skirt for stage 2. Those dress codes went out with TVs with tubes.

"Worse." Rash said knowingly and laughingly. She was impressed with Nat's attire that day. Full dress whites. Knee length skirt. Blouse and jacket and shiny white high heels. Though it would be humorous if Nat had worn a pink skirt.

"How worse?" How could anything be worse than your mom giving you a see through skirt, that one was expected to wear thong panties with?

"You never heard what happened to Mertz?" Rash and Nat looked at each other and Rash could see the answer, but that Nat was curious. So Rash explained. "She was nearing stage 3, having been in stage 2 a long time. If you remember she had graduated college and was teaching. Well a few of the graduating boys figured out what was going on. She wanted to finish the school year, then hope things took care of themselves before school started up in the fall."

Nat shrugged and was wondering what happened. So she was teaching school, so what?

"When you get to a certain point your pussy gets so hot and the slightest rubbing caused a reaction. Your boobs hurt from being restrained. And like a lot of us she took off her bra and panties so she wouldn't end up going home or causing a distraction."

"She what?"

"She had a knee length skirt and had on her jacket. The boobs hate being squeezed into a bra, but she had a jacket to hide that she took it off." Rash explained. In half a year to three quarters of a year Nat would know exactly why Mertz did what she did such a thing. Rash remembered doing the same thing. Just about every girl takes off her annoying under garments at some point.

"What? They see under her skirt?"

"Yes, and they cornered her in the classroom after school." Rash replied as she arched her eyebrows. She could see by Nat's shocked expression she could figure out the rest of the story. "All 8 of them." She ended up having sex with eight 18 and 19 year old students. Fortunately there are laws meant to protect Fazic women from their own bad judgment. And their bodies.

Nat's jaw dropped. In the case of a girl gone Fazic rape was rarely a word used. Instead the term used for Fazic women was forced seduction because it took just minimal effort by any man to get a Fazic girl to comply, less effort than men put forth normally on post Fazic women. It's bad enough a girl's judgment goes out the window as her Faze builds. But her body becomes more and more responsive to touch. "Guys that do that should be whipped."

"Your brother did it to me." Rash said calmly. A lot happens during one's Faze. You have sex with a lot of men. Most you want, and some you don't.

"Reech? I'll Kill him."

"Not Reech." Rash almost burst out laughing as Nat realized it was her younger brother. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to reciprocate with my kid brother."

Nat couldn't believe Rash was taking something like that so lightly. "When? When you were… He was.." There was a 4 and a half year age difference.

"He had just turned 18." It was the big Independence Day cookout at the Norsh house. She was nearing her stage 3 of the Faze. She had to use the bathroom bad, but both the ones upstairs were being used. So she went down into the basement. When she came out Cole was standing there. 6'4" and 200 pounds of youthful good looks and strength. She started to go past him. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall. She tried pushing him away, his right hand was quickly between her legs and vigorously rubbing. His left hand grabbed her by the hair and he forcibly kissed her.

Rash never told Nat. She never told anyone. Things happen during your Faze, some good and some not so good. And sometimes the ones you would think weren't supposed to be good were good in retrospect.

Cole got her Fazic pussy to start burning. He pushed on the top of her head and made her kneel before him. He dropped his swim trunks and she sucked his 7 inch cock. He then had her stand up and took off her one piece swimsuit. He turned her around and bent her over. She rested her hands on the wall and could see the party outside through the window across the room as Cole fucked her. He had forced himself on her, and because of the effects of the Faze she was easy for him. But looking back she had no anger or bad feelings for Cole. Compared to some of her other forced seductions he was rather nice, and she had rewarded him by having sex with him two more times. Two more times she could remember. When a girl hits stage three all hell breaks loose and she'll remember almost none of it, but she heard Cole visited her a couple of times during her third part as well. The initial sex wasn't long or great, but he got better.

"I'm really gonna kill him. He's got 4 sisters, he should know better."

"He was an 18 year old boy interested in sex. He found someone easy. And it wasn't that bad." And how is a boy to learn if he doesn't have sex? Nat needed to hear this stuff now. She too was going to find herself in situations. Young men would try and manipulate her into having sex with them. And in her Faze numbed mind she'd be easily manipulated. And it would get easier and easier as her Faze progressed. Only after her stage 3 would her mind start to come back.

Having sex with your best friend's little brother is nothing unusual. Nat needed to learn this stuff. Rash also never told anyone her own brother forced seduced her. And another one of their friends had her brother lock her in her bedroom while their parents were away for a couple of weeks. When she went full Fazic he called his friends over and charged them for a ride of his sister, Rash learned that from one of the boys. It's interesting what some young men would confess to during sex.

It was part of the Faze's effects on the mind that one won't complain, at least not to your parents. You keep as much to yourself as you can. Good sex, bad sex, rough sex or painful sex didn't matter. Having sex with your best friend's little brother was embarrassing. Having sex with your own brother, even if your adopted, is a deep pain never to be discussed.

Nat sat with her arms folded. She was still going to have a long talk with Cole. And as the interviewer left the bedroom set and Peet dropped her robe Nat started thinking of what to say. Mom on the other hand gasped loudly seeing her young daughter's ass on display. Nat didn't see the reason for such shock, Peet was going to do much more and she'd showed more skin on her show.

Peet climbed under the top sheet and there was movement. She then dropped her panties on the floor next to the bed. Peet had the sheet over her chest as she looked to the watchers and nodded. To Nat the press that would review the documentary should have nothing bad to say about Peet's underwear.

Peet wore a nervous smile as Mr. Lucks walked in wearing just his boxers. He was a good looking man in his late 40s. He was of average size with maybe a few extra pounds. In his right hand he held a small packet. For the scene he'd use a condom. There was a price for cheating the sisters, even if a girl is not ovulating, if she is made to cum she'd ovulate. Cheating the sisters resulted in a lot of pregnancies back before condoms.

Nat hadn't thought of that, but someone had to Nat's relief. But after this her sister wouldn't need a rubber for a long while. The Faze once engaged stops a girl's cycle until it's completion. A Fazic girl cannot become pregnant. But a girl cheating the sisters back in olden times just about always ended up with child.

Nat watched the man get under the covers with Peet. There was movement, then his boxers were dropped to the floor. Nat then turned as the door out to the studio hallway opened. She was a bit miffed seeing several executives walking in to watch the taping.

Mom on the other hand had to be calmed by Peet's agent as Mr. Lucks slid down under the covers. "I thought we said only what was …"

"I'm so sorry Tooa, but then if she is wet it will make it more comfortable for her." the agent groveled.

Nat watched as her mother started to stand as if she was going to stop this. Peet had her mouth wide open and her head tilted way back. The sheet was nearly down to Peet's waist as Mr. Lucks ate her pussy.

Lost in the sensation Peet then did something most girls do, but in the privacy of their own bedrooms. Her hands started massaging her own breasts. And mom groaned as she hung her head and covered her face with her hands.

"At least he isn't making her suck his cock." Nat whispered to Rash.

Rash had a big grin as she whispered back "It's only just started." And sure enough not long after that Mr. Lucks lay there with a big smile with Peet under the sheet.

Nat cringed and held her hand over her mouth a short time after that. Peet was on her back, Mr. Lucks having started fucking her. Nat was aghast as he quickly undid the front clasp of Peet's bra, opening it up and exposing her breasts. Exposing her breasts to himself, the cameras and everyone in the watch room.

He then rolled them over, the sheet almost falling off. Peet sat up on Mr. Lucks' cock like she's seen in movies. She tossed the bra aside and had the sheet wrapped around her waist. Mr. Lucks smiled as he gazed up at her, her perky little breasts dancing as she ground her cunt on his lap. Peet bit her lower lip a his hands reached up and massaged her boobs.

Peet was gritting her teeth as she rode faster and harder. She rocked her entire body as her face contorted, then all of a sudden she started to convulse. Peet wasn't just having her first sex on camera, she was also having her first orgasm on camera.

In the action the top sheet fell away. Peet's entire body was on display, as was the 8 inch cock stuffing her tiny twat. Peet swiveled her hips, seemingly enjoying what she was doing.

Nat jumped up and raced out of the room, Rash was right behind her. Out in the hallway Nat was leaning up against the wall, seemingly out of breath. "I'm sorry I.."

"Your Fazic Nat. Sexual stimuli is going to have an effect on you." Rash said with a chuckle as she wrapped her friend in a warm hug. Nat's reaction was quite normal and if she didn't go on the mission and she didn't keep her bedroom curtains closed then something else just might happen. That creep that flashes Nat, and her a few times when she slept over, could get into her head. Nat could find herself in need, then thoughts of him would send her next door to him. Yikes.


Later that afternoon Nat sat in the general's office , her father next to her. Nat was smiling as it was decided that having a Fazic officer on the mission was an important scientific opportunity and it shouldn't be over looked. Actually having a qualified officer who was Fazic had only happened once before, the high command didn't want to pass up this opportunity. Thus she was still going on the mission. Her second in command would need to take a larger role and be prepared to take over should Nat be unable to fulfill her duties. Having a Fazic astronaut on board to some in command was an even more important experiment. But getting to go wasn't the big reason for her smile. She and her father were also informed her brother Cole had been selected to fill one of the last open slots as an engineering assistant.

Just as she and her father were about to leave the general received an urgent call. One of the doctors assigned for the mission had just been killed as he did his halo jump. With someone dead Nat quickly wiped the smile from her face as he hung up the phone. "Where am I going to find a doctor with the right credentials in such short notice?" he grumbled.

"You have one sir. Right here on the base." Nat replied calmly, forcing herself not to smile. "The space fleet get's it's rules and regulations from the navy manual. Article 315-17-22. Any Fazic officer the rank of captain or higher is entitled to be accompanied on ship by a physician of her choice. I choose Captain Rash Huul. You have an opening, she after her halo jump is qualified."

General Hert was a portly man, and a by the books officer. He was impressed by the quoting of regulations, and she was spot on. Sort of. The mention of captain was meant to be attributed to the naval rank, not air corps or army. Still that argument had been made before and it was upheld. But he still had reservations, Captain Huul wasn't always serious in her duties. The chief medical officer, Colonel Drover, didn't like her. "I think we can find someone better equipped…"

"With all due respect general. The regulation is specific. As a Fazic officer it is my right to have the doctor I choose. I know she and Colonel Drover don't get along, but I still think she's the one for the job. She's a good doctor and the good colonel's dislike for her is partly due to the colonel's dislike of women in the military. Sir."

"Alleged." the general sternly corrected.

"He wrote a paper to the high command on the subject, sir. His entire hand picked medical team, including nurses, are men." Nat replied as her father grew uncomfortable.

"And I rejected. Three women will be on the nursing staff." General Hert grunted. "But I see your point. I see no reason a woman doctor shouldn't also be added. If her training records check as you say Captain Huul will be on that shuttle when you launch." He'd had higher ups on his neck anyway because the number of men on this mission was so much higher than the number of women. A change so close before launch would send a message he was listening. "But she still had to check out. I will have the orders cut by morning if all checks out. But I see no reason you cannot inform her yourself if your sure she'll clear."



A short time later Nat stayed as her father left. She told her dad she still had other things to discus, and since she was still going he wasn't needed for support. Nat kissed her father on the cheek before he stepped out of the office. She then didn't even wait for him to walk away before locking the door. He was a dad with 4 girls, he knew what she was about to do.

General Hert looked up from his stacks of paperwork to see Nat with a big smile talking off her jacket as she walked towards him. The 57 year old man had seen this before. His daughter laid with her father, now she was intent on laying with him.

The general reached out and hit the button to talk with his secretary. "Corporal Jenz. I'll be busy for a while. Unless the world is ending see I'm not disturbed." With a Fazic girl there was no need for secrecy. Her father and everyone else out in the office would know what was going on in his office. And if they didn't get the hint it wasn't like his office was sound proofed to that level. They'd be hearing her.

"Yes sir." came the reply even as he watched Nat removing her blouse.

The old friend of her father was on his feet, taking off his shirt quickly. Before he had finished unbuttoning it Nat had tossed aside her bra and was dropping to her knees in front of him. "I honor the friend of my father." she said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Moments later Nat was gagging. The man she grew up calling Uncle Jox had two handfuls of her long red hair. He was forcefully pulling her towards him, jamming all 8 inches of his cock down her throat. And she was happy to please him.

It wasn't time for her need to come naturally. But the sight of his cock, the smell of his cock and the taste of his cock were making her want him and her pussy was starting to get warm and wet. She wouldn't be out of control like she was that morning. She wouldn't get to that point unless she went without for 2 to 3 days. The Faze secret to many women was to not let it get to that point. To schedule sex ahead of her need, thus resetting her clock as it were. And not being directed by the sisters as to whom she'd fuck. Doing things this way put the decisions in her hands. She'd fuck only who she wanted to fuck.

Nat would have preferred to wait until she had a few more experiences, but the shuttle was leaving in less than 7 days. She was Fazic now and she needed to satisfy as many of her obligations as she could before going. Hopefully after Uncle Jox she could convince her sisters to handle the rest of dad's obligations. She'd owe them, but it would give her time to visit with fathers of her friends. As many as possible before leaving. Hopefully she'd be back still in stage 4 to get the rest. Though she doubted many would complain if she got the last few after her Faze was complete. Men were divided on what shape they preferred their women, most wanted the bigger boobs of post Fazic women.

Between being Fazic and her love for a man she considered family, Nat was driven to please. As she lay prone on the carpet, Uncle Jox plowing her from behind, she could only think of pleasing him. "Uhh UUHHH UUUHHH." She grunted loudly. He had a fistful of her long red hair, holding her head up, as he pounded her pussy.

The fact even she knew those in the outer office could hear meant nothing as he had her on her hands and knees. He'd reach to roughly squeeze her tits, then spank her ass. Her Fazic boobs ached from his attentions, and her ass was beet red. But Nat gritted her teeth and rocked for all she was worth.

Without the full effect of the Faze pushing her Nat could think a little more clearly. As she fucked a man she'd called uncle her entire life it seemed odd to her he and she would be doing this. It was even odder he was squeezing and slapping her small boobs and spanking her ass. And he seemed to enjoy pinching her erect nipples and toying with her tiny pink areolas. It was odd she wanted him to cum in her pussy, not that he really had to where she wasn't burning at the moment. Though if he did it would grant her at least two full days until her pussy would burn again. But it wasn't important as she planned on having sex at least a couple times a day until launch day. She'd visit Rash's father after supper. And where she and Rash were so close she'd probably hit him again before the launch.

Uncle Jox laid on his back. Nat sat upright, his cock fully sheathed in her pussy. She ground her twat against him as his big strong hands roughly groped her chest. It was obligation sex, but it still felt good.

Nat knew it was just nature. That once things got started any man's cock would feel good. And any man's hands squeezing her tits or butt would be like pure heaven.

Again Nat couldn't get it as to why her mind wandered during sex. She knew once things got going for her Faze the man actually didn't have to cum in her pussy, he could cum in her ass or in her mouth as well. The dousing of her fire would take a little longer with swallowing or in her butt hole. But during stages 2 and 3 swallowing for some reason would benefit breast growth more. Depending on how much she swallowed during that approximately quarter half a year period her boobs could gain an extra 1 or 2 bra sizes. Yet big boobs wasn't what she was after. Bigger boobs would just get in the way during a fight, they'd slow her down and could cost her another Olympic medal. This time for post Fazic women.




A short time later Nat left the ladies room, having cleaned up. Uncle Jox after a few of her orgasms had inquired as to her need for cum and was informed she wasn't in need. Nat knelt down before her uncle and he sprayed her face and boobs when he came. Before he did it she thought it would be repulsive. Yet afterwards it didn't seem so bad. And that few drops that dripped into her mouth didn't taste as bad as she thought it would.

Uncle Jox also gave her 100 credits for her Faze jar. Nat snickered at the thought that if she didn't go on the mission at this rate she could pay off her loans to her sister Peet before Stage 3. After the Faze getting money for sex would be prostitution. But the Faze was a rite of passage and the money was to give a girl a head start in life. Money for college. Money for a wedding or a down payment on a house some day. And it was only acceptable from family, or rather close friends that were considered family, and neighbors. Like Rash's dad. Nat expected at least another 100 from him.

Nat headed for the medical wing and Rash's office with the great news. They were going into space together. How much fun was that going to be? And Rash would be there to monitor her Faze. And hopefully keep things straight for her when Stage 3 hit. That would be much preferred to her dad or brother handling things. What girl wants their dad or brother in charge of who gets in to fuck them?

Nat smiled seeing Rash's door open, and hearing voices of young girls asking questions. There was another school field trip happening and a class of school girls was stuffed into Rash's small office.

"Nat-Tali the Wise, Nat-Tali the Brave, Nat-Tali the Great." a girl said as Nat stopped outside and waited. Nat grinned, that was considered the holy trinity. Nat-Tali the profit had many sides as most people do. But understanding this part gave insight into Nat-Tali herself and not just her writings.

"But why is it said that way?" Rash asked with a little enthusiasm. To Nat Rash was great with kids. She was going to be a great mother some day. Though for some reason Rash seemed resistant to the idea of motherhood. Yet Nat was sure that someday Rash would change her views on the subject.

"Nat-Tali was considered wise and proved to see the future. She considered being wise more important than being brave or a great military leader. One can win more battles with knowledge than brute force. She had a severely out numbered force at Motero, but she prevailed with wise strategy." a girl stated.

"Nat-Tali considered being smart and wise more important than being brave and being brave more important than being a conqueror. " another girl stated, making Nat smile. This group was fairly smart.

"Nat-Tali foresaw the invasion of Olysia by the Norns. Queen Odella's generals brushed aside the assertions of a young Fazic woman until Nat-Tali defeated one of them in one on one combat, thus gaining the control of an army. She and 500 soldiers held the Olysia coastal road until General Barkle could move his force of 1500 around behind the Norn's force of 10,000. The Norns found themselves trapped on a narrow stretch, high unclimbable cliffs on one side, a steep drop to a raging sea on the other. Nat-Tali's archers picked off thousands of the Norns alone." Rash said.

"Proves girls are just as good as boys, huh?" a girl then said getting a short chuckle.

Nat waited for the class of 20 or so girls to leave, then went in to give Rash the good news. "Are you crazy?" Rash whined with a horrified expression. She wanted nothing to do with going into deep space. Sure being on a ship that was mostly men would be fun, just not in space. She'd rather keep her feet on the ground.

"For me Rash. Please? You can write a paper on how space effects my Faze."

"Absolutely not. No way.. No how." Rash stated firmly.

"Pah-llleasse. If you don't then dad will be in charge when I hit stage 3. My mind will be gone. I need you to take care of me."

Rash sighed and rolled her eyes as Nat stood there with a pouty face, batting her eyes and her hands clasped in front of her. The long held belief in the medical field as to why young women stayed small well after puberty had to do with male psychology. In rough conditions the male protective instinct towards the children would be spread over pre Fazic young women. That the young women would gather more years of knowledge and experience before being able to mate. And if for some reason the tribe had no breeding women a pre Fazic girl could then be mated, thus the reason behind the almost guaranteed pregnancy from pre Fazic sex. No time would be wasted in growing the tribe. Her body would grow and blossom as the child within her grew. She'd remain somewhat smaller than if she had Fazed and her breasts would also be smaller, but the tribe would have children and survive. To science the Faze was an evolutionary survival tactic.

The Fazic tactic could also be attributed to food supply. A pre Fazic woman would need and eat less. The tribe would need less food. The food they had would go further. It was sort of like holding something in reserve. On the other side was an argument that the Faze in prehistoric times wasn't as long or intense. Huge population centers with thousands on men ignited a deeper fire as it were. Some scholars believe that stage 3 didn't exist and stage two was much less demanding, but there was no actual proof. The oldest written account of a Fazic girl was just a little over 3000 years old. About the time of Nat-Tali.

Rash gritted her teeth, she knew the effects of seeing a pre Fazic girl that way also extended to women, and as Nat pouted and pleaded like a child it effected her and she caved. "Fine." Rash grumbled. Nat had been pulling that shit for years since she had Fazed. At least there was light at the end of the tunnel on that. In a year her sweet little innocent face pleading like that would be a full grown woman's face. Then they'd be on even ground again.



Nat sat in an inclined position, Rash in the seat next to her. They were at the back of the shuttle, or the bottom depending on how you looked at it. Everyone on board was wearing a full space suit, helmet and face shield included. Nat's dad was on a different shuttle, and her brother on yet another. Also Rash was the only doctor on this shuttle, the other doctors spread out amongst the others to launch.

No more than one engineer. No more than one member of the command structure. Expertise was spread out in case of a catastrophic failure of one of the shuttles. This mission was the most important one to date and would go out further into the solar system than any ship before had. The only exception to the rule was for spouses, husbands and wives were permitted to be together providing they were not leaving children behind.

Nat's experiments were small compared to what was at stake. Their yellow sun was developing a reddish tint, it was dying. Experts gave it 5000 to as little as 1000 years before it expanded, devouring the inner planets and their home. And oddly enough, the death of their world was also another of Nat-Tali's predictions.

They had bases on the moons, on the third planet Milo and a half dozen space stations. The true mission was to find a new home and relocate over 7 billion people, a trip that would take lifetimes. Thus her being able to still go on this mission. Sooner or later the effects of space travel on the Faze would have to be deeply studied. Nat found herself being the first test subject. As it turned out her Faze could be the most important experiment of them all. "No pressure." she mumbled to herself with the communication switch off.

Ten shuttles were launching back to back to back. Each one carrying 20 members of the crew. Leg one would bring them up to the Lunar one station orbiting Tarth at a distance halfway to the first of their moons. As the Discovery comes into range later the next day after using the system's inner most planet, Dally, for a gravitational slingshot the initial partial crew would put the ship on auto pilot and disembark for the moon bases. The new full crew would intercept the huge ship and begin the long trip to the outer solar system.

Nat turned her head to see Rash smiling at her. Rash reached out to flip a switch first next to her own monitor, then one of Nat's. The monitors were playing news broadcasts featuring the biggest launch ever tried. "You okay?" Rash asked. "I have it set for private. No one else can hear us."

"I'm fine. Just a little nervous." Actually Nat was extremely nervous. This was her first time into space, Rash had gone once before. She went to Ruma and swore she'd never leave Tarth again.

"Did you have sex this morning like we discussed?" Nat was to reset her clock as close to launch as possible, with luck they'd be on the ship before she'd have need. With her going around visiting men listed in her Faze book she hadn't gone without long enough to determine her cycle. Did she have just 2 days or 3 or somewhere in between? Her true cycle was anyone's guess.

"RASH?"

"Hey, you wanted me here. I have a mission too. Log as much information of your Faze as possible." Rash giggled at Nat's embarrassment. Rash figured Nat needed to get used to that feeling very quickly, her ride was just beginning. "So who was he?"

"RA-ASH?"

"You weren't home last night, you were in the hotel with us. So it couldn't be a dad of one of our friends. You already screwed your Uncle Jox and he was with the brass all morning."

"Rash, stop please." Nat whined as she sunk down in her seat the little iota that the custom molded seat would allow.

"I bet it was that cute engineer. The one with the long dark hair."

"Your gonna make me pay for you coming aren't you?" Nat whimpered. Rash could mess with your head when she wanted to. Nat knew that all too well.

"No." Rash replied. She gave Nat a warm friendly smile. "Your like my sister. You need me, I'm here." Rash reached over and patted Nat's hand. Then the little devil inside took over again. "And did you know that being assigned to the medical staff I have access to everyone's records?"

Nat groaned, she knew that look in Rash's eyes. "Did you know guys need a special piece to use the head in zero G."

"Please no Rash." Nat whined, but Rash was already on a roll.

"Did you know they are each measured for their piece and those measurements are in…."

"RASH STOP PLEASE." Nat screamed as she laughed. She knew guys compared girls' boob sizes and girls talked about the size of the dick a particular guy had. But Rash going through every guy on the mission's penis size records was just too weird.

"Fine." Rash chuckled, Nat was more relaxed now. "But I will advise you to avoid that blonde engineer, Tywane Tacal. Five girls that have all just gone through their Fazes and so have most of their friends." Rash chuckled as Nat's eyebrows arched. "It was measured flaccid, but it's the biggest on the ship. And going by some of the men I know on this trip he's gotta be like this."

Nat didn't know if Rash was serious as she held her hands up a little over a foot apart. Rash liked to joke about such things a little too much. But their conversation ceased on the spot as the news broadcast they were watching went to a special report.

Nat and Rash gasped as the male reported came on and announced the Southern Alliance had just declared war. The group of 7 minor countries were still largely populated by those worshipping the old gods. To them the world the gods created would never end and the gods would protect us. To them this mission was an affront to their beliefs.

Nat's and Rash's eyes shot open as the countdown clock dropped to almost nothing in the blink of an eye. Such a change could mean only one thing, incoming. Incoming missiles or planes, but something was on the way.

"Oh god please." Nat prayed as the engines roared to life. No test fire. No countdown. No systems checks. Nat cringed as the whole ship vibrated violently, the practice simulators never were this bad. Nat turned her head to the right to look out one of the few portals in the passenger area. All the ships she could see were also taking off at the same time. They were to have gone one at a time.

Nat's eyes shot open, she clutched Rash's gloved hand with hers as the red flash of a missile went past them. The ship lifted off the ground. Nat was pressed back into her seat by the strong G forces. And she prayed as the missile hit the shuttle a half mile away.

The shuttle rocked even more violently with the strong blast, but the ships were placed far enough apart just in case one exploded. She prayed for the 20 crew members that were to have gone with them and the shuttle crew bringing them into space. She also prayed her father or brother weren't on that one. She promised god she'd be a better daughter and sister if they were spared.

"They're fine Nat. Your dad is on the one to our left and your brother is on the one to the north." Nat smiled with tears. Sometimes it was like Rash could read her mind. Her words were a little comforting.





Nat was thanking any god out there as she disembarked the shuttle onto the station. Extreme stress was said to be able to put a Fazic girl into full on Fazic mode. And a rush countdown in conjunction with one of the ships being obliterated and a rough ride seemed to count as extreme stress.

Rash raced to get out of her space suit and was over to help Nat, totally ignoring the fact that most of the techs in the room were men. Wearing just a tight T-shirt and boxer brief type panties she pulled and tugged on Nat's suit as Nat cried and screamed for a man. Any man.

Nat was in hell, in her mind this had to be hell. The ship being blown up. The violence of the trip into space. And shear terror. The agonizing amount of time from the ground to the station. Nat's pussy was burning hotter than it did that first morning. Her vision was blurry, her tits ached something fierce and she could barely stand on her own.

With her suit finally off Nat stood gasping for breath with hunger in her eyes. Wearing just her underwear, like Rash, she jumped on the first guy she saw. The tech was seemingly delighted, the station crew having been informed a Fazic girl would be arriving. Though they had no clue she'd be in need at that moment.

Rash stepped back as a group gathered around in landing bay 4. Rash took a deep breath and sighed as Nat was just about tearing the jumpsuit off a cute young man, looking to be around 30. Rash sighed again, she told Nat she'd be getting into some embarrassing situations. By now everyone else that arrived on their shuttle was also out of their spacesuits, and most were joining the crowd to watch. Fortunately for Nat was that each shuttle arrived in it's own landing bay, the station had a dozen of them with shuttles coming and going daily.

Rash sighed again as she looked around, then did the only thing she could think off. "I’M CONSIDERING THIS A MEDICAL EMERGENCY. AS SENIOR MEDICAL OFFICER PRESENT IT IS MY DISCRETION. ALL PERSONEL EXEPT THESE TWO ARE TO EVACUATE THE LANDING BAY UNTIL THE SITUATION IS RESOLVED."

As expected there was the grumbling and snickering. There was even one idiot who tried to argue they needed to service the shuttle. "YOU CAN SERVICE THE DAMN SHIP AFTER THEY'RE DONE. ANYONE LEFT ON THIS LANDING BAY BY THE TIME I COUNT TO 10 WILL BE PUT ON REPORT."

Moments later Rash sighed again as she was the last one out. By now Nat had the guy stripped. She had her top off and she was on her knees blowing him. Rash pushed the button to close the door, she wasn't making too many friends by the looks she was getting.

Not a bad size she thought to herself after the door closed. The guy had a good sized cock. Rash sighed and folded her arms across her chest and leaned up against the door. She gave two men sneers as they gave her too long a look. Sure she had a good sized rack and was in just her underwear, but she wasn't leaving Nat. She was sure some enterprising guys were going to check the security footage, but there was nothing she could do about that. Though if she got world to Nat's father fast enough that footage might be able to be pulled before too many saw it.

Rash rolled her eyes as one of the guys stuck around too long. She clenched her jaw as the man old enough to be her father ogled her. Normally he wouldn't be that bad to her, but she wasn't in the mood. She was only going to be there one night, she was babysitting Nat and she had a DDD chest while wearing a T-shirt and no bra. She didn't have to look to know her nipples were poking her top. "I take it you want to be on report, Corporal Wills?" she asked snidely after reading his name tag.

"Not at all." the man chuckled. He then turned to the row of lockers behind him. He opened one and pulled out a blue coverall. He handed it out to Rash with a chuckle.

Rash softened her mood and took the garment. "Thank-you." Rash rolled her eyes again as he backed away down the hallway, watching her put the coverall on. She sighed again. It was somewhat understandable. The station was populated by 200 crew, only about 20 of them were women she thought she read. The thought crossed her mind that the guy probably hadn't been laid in a long time. The pay was good, the fringe benefits sucked. At least it sucked for the men, the odds were pretty good for a girl.

Rash zipped up the front of the jump suit, leaving it open just enough to show some of her T-shirt. And that the goddess had blessed her in the chest area. She leaned up against the door to stand guard and keep anyone from peeking though the small window. This was going to be one long year with Nat needing to be watched. Hopefully she'd get things straight soon.

Rash looked curiously at the corporal as he was ready to turn the corner and bumped into another somewhat cute looking guy. They exchanged words then Corporal Willis pointed to her before walking away.

Rash arched her eyebrows moments later as the man stepped in front of her and stood at attention. He saluted her and asked "Captain Rash Huul?"

"Yes crewman?" she asked curiously as she returned his salute. It was a bit odd he saluted where she wasn't in uniform or wearing any rank signets. She read his name tag to see he was crewman Horns.

"Message for you ma'am." the man said as he held out a sealed envelope.

"Thank-you crewman." she said warily as she took the message. They exchanged salutes again before he walked away leaving Rash feeling uneasy.

She watched him turn the corner, then opened the message and started reading. "Oh Great Andromeda, no." she gasped after scanning it. "Nat you owe me big time." Colonel Drover had been on the destroyed shuttle. Major Parks, a guy she screwed a good half dozen times while she was Fazic, had been promoted to colonel and was the new Chief Medical Officer. But what was worse was she found herself promoted to major and named Assistant Chief Medical Officer.


On the cold dirty landing bay floor, Nat wheezed and gasped for air. Laying on her stomach her hands were pulling apart her butt cheeks as her whole body trembled. For the first time she knew exactly what other girls had told her, that when in need she'd do almost anything for cum to put out the fire. And for the first time she was she was feeling that delayed reaction. The delay in the cum's effect because it was deposited in her ass.

Nat's pussy and asshole twitched with anticipation. The delayed effect meant it would be a slow progression in her burning to wane. Her body would over rule her mind, if another man started touching her or kissing her too soon she'd be compelled to please him as well.

Nat had tears streaking her cheeks and clouding her vision. The bastard held onto her long red pigtails like reins. He had one hand between her shoulder blades while he held her head back as far as he could. For the first time a man fucked her butthole. She screamed with the pain, but he wouldn't let up. Then again her Fazic effected brain wouldn't have wanted him to. In her need she'd have let him fuck her twice as hard and she wouldn't complain. The tears would flow, but she'd do nothing to stop him.

Nat was still having trouble breathing as he walked away, fully dressed and wearing an ear to ear grin. She dropped her head to the floor and fought to breath normally. Her ass, on the other hand, she was sure would never stop hurting. The bastard took advantage of her need to do something she wouldn't do normally. Not that having sex was normal for her yet. She knew she should hate him for treating her like that, but for some reason her mind was wondering when he'd do it to her again.

The crewman cringed as he saw Rash's face as they passed each other. No words were spoke, but he could tell she was pissed. He'd just fucked her best friend's butthole like there was no tomorrow. It felt great and the Fazic girl would never complain, but best friends and mothers could have a tendency to seek some kind of retribution. At least they wouldn't be around long.

Nat huffed and puffed and heard bare feet on the metal approaching. When she dared to look up she saw Rash standing there with a smile and chuckling a little. "You know. holding your butt open really won't make it stop throbbing any faster."



The following morning Nat was back in the shuttle. The time table had been moved up slightly as the Discovery had to slightly alter course to avoid an asteroid. This time they were sitting upright as they awaited launch. The ships would launch one at a time and head for the first moon. They'd use it as a slingshot to pick up speed and send them towards the outer moon where they'd pick up more speed. By that evening they'd be strung out in a straight line with the Discovery coming up behind them.

The Discovery would be moving significantly faster and would catch up with the landing bay doors open. The back wall was heavily padded and the landing would be rough, but the extra speed was needed to make the trip as fast as possible. In the early days of space exploration it would take days just to reach the moons, but with advances in propulsion that time had been significantly reduced making this voyage possible.

The shuttle Nat was on would launch last, placing it at the back of the line. Their shuttle would be caught by the Discovery first making Nat's trip as short as possible.

Nat winced as she saw Rash flip the switches to talk alone with her again. She already knew the question. "So who?" Rash asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, you were out awfully late last night." They were placed in the same quarters and Rash didn't get to bed until the wee hours of the morning. Or at least to sleep Nat thought as she saw the look in Rash's eyes. She got laid too.

"I'm not the one being monitored." Rash jested with a smug expression.

"I'm going with that big dark skinned engineer you were looking at during dinner. Really tall and really muscular, just your type. And we all know what they say about those darkies." Nat returned the favor from the morning before as she held her hands out in front of her about a foot apart.

"Ha ha very funny. I'm serious, I need to know. Besides, he was too young and has no daughters with friends that Fazed. He's only about three quarters of that. But it still felt good." But she was lying. She'd actually broken regulations and slept with a crewman. Officers would generally be more likely to get attention from the female members so rash violated regulations and banged the hell out of a young crewman. What were the brass going to do if they found out now? Make her return home and take away the rank and responsibilities she didn't want anyway?

Nat rolled her eyes and shook her head, Rash was just too good. She just didn't care if her friends knew who she screwed. "Fine. If you really must know my dad has an old college buddy stationed up here. Now one of his girls will have to visit my dad."

"10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3..2…1" Nat was pressed back into her seat as the ship lunged forward at full power. As the rocketed out of the landing bay she could see the Discovery illuminated by the sun. Even at a great distance the huge ship that took 2 decades to build could be seen with the naked eye.

The great spinning wheel flew sideways with a remotely controlled command section in the middle. All personnel would be mostly contained in the ring, it's spinning providing them with artificial gravity. The ship contained reactors, fuel reserves, food, water and a lot of other things needed for the year long mission. And with the arrival of Nat there would be a selection of space suits of increasing size for her to use as her body grew.

This time the ride wasn't so violent. Nat stared out the porthole thinking of the people back home. The war was a shooting war on both sides, return fire having been initiated after the attack on the shuttles. Missiles were launching and bombers were making runs from both sides, but at least no one had launched a nuke yet.

The war was being fought in the air, on land, on sea and beneath the waves. The missile attack the day before was initiated by a submarine that snuck in close and was spotted at the last moments. It was a suicide mission as the sub was sunk before it could launch all it's missiles.

Rash held Nat's hand again. Like the launch the day before, booster rockets had been attached to the shuttle. The acceleration would last for a while until just about all the fuel was burnt up. She looked out the window past Nat towards the big shiny thing off in the distance. "So, does your butthole still hurt?" she asked.

Nat chuckled as she turned her head and smile at Rash. Through the porthole on the other side there was a bright flash. A huge bright red ball burst out of the space station's main ring. No one had to say a word. There were gasps, but no one spoke for what seemed a long time. Nat felt Rash squeeze her hand. The attack the day before and now this. If they hadn't stepped up the time table they'd still be on that station. A space station on fire. The unspoken word in everyone's mind had to be sabotage, either on the station or with them there had to be a traitor.



"Not this time." Nat answered Rash's question. Long term acceleration, two slingshots and a day of peeing in your spacesuit. Peeing in your pants, even if the suit is designed for that, doesn't come easy for an adult. But as it approached dinner time they were traveling at nearly 200 times the speed of sound. The shadow caused by the huge ship coming up behind them made it appear to be the middle of the night.

Nat and Rash held each others hands as the doorway of one of the landing bays moved past their porthole from back to front. It had been a long scary ride after the blast on the station. A bomb had been placed near the main reactor, disabling the station and killing 22 crew members and a senior officer. The fire was now out, but the damage was extensive. Extensive enough their mission would have been over before it started if the time table hadn't been adjusted suddenly. "Hold on, this is where it gets bumpy." the pilot called over the speakers.

Nat liked their pilot, and the fact he'd been asked to fill one of the slots vacated by the destroyed shuttle. Captain Was Backman wasn't just a good pilot and an engineer, he was gorgeous. Tall, handsome and built. His muscles had muscles she thought as she saw him in a tank top the day before. His biceps were bigger than her thighs. And according to Rash the 45 year old was married with 4 daughters who were or already had gone through their Fazes. Which meant the same was expected of their friends. Of course Rash had to share he had one of the bigger adapters for when he needed to urinate in zero G.

Rash giggled as she saw Nat staring up at the front of the ship, like she had X-ray vision like on of the characters on her sister's TV show and could see into the cockpit. They were again on private speak mode as Rash cleared her throat and said "Take it easy missy. Your not ready for him yet. You wait until stage 2 before you go after the big guns." She was there to babysit Nat and that's exactly what she intended to do. Like a teen boy at the holiday dinner table whose eyes are bigger than his stomach, a Fazic girl can very easily get in over her head with a cock way too big for her level of experience.

"Huh?" Nat grunted, then the violent shaking started. There was sounds of screeching and strained metal. The shuttle bounced and started turning sideways. Then a loud thud and a big sigh of relief.

"Oww." Rash groaned as the restraints automatically released. She'd wrenched her neck, but she'd be fine. "You okay? No urges?"

"Not this time thank god." Nat groaned. This time she wouldn't be screwing the first guy she sees. But she was still worried. There had been two attempts to stop this mission already, and it was just starting. The ship would make one more slingshot around Milo and the trip would take a good 100 days to get there. They'd spend 5 days on sight, then it would take 248 days for the return without the sling shots from the inner planets and moons. Given how fast her Faze moved along she would be in the middle or near the end of stage 2 for her tests. But she had to be careful not to let it progress into stage 3 too early or she'd miss the whole point of her primary mission.

Nat fell in line and exited the shuttle last, right behind Rash. This time there was no one there to help them out of their suits. Even though a few of the early crew had stayed to cover vacated posts there just wasn't any extra help on board at the moment.

Everyone seemed to join in in a team effort to get the space suits off. Then they exited the landing bay and found suitable sized coveralls in the lockers out in the hallway. After zipping hers up Nat gave Rash a grin and said "I'm gonna check on dad and Cole. Then I'll go check the lab."

"I'll be in the medical offices. I'll meet you in the mess hall." Rash replied before giving Nat a hug. They'd made it this far. The crewmen would unload the shuttles and bring everyone's belongings to their quarters.

"I won't be late mom." Nat joked as she started to walk away. A little humor after finding out Rash insisted they share quarters. High ranking officers like her father and department heads bunked alone. Other officers were two to a room and crewmen bunked four to a room. Nat walked away thinking she and Rash would either grow even closer or they'd kill each other. Spending a year living in a 10 by 12 foot room with Rash would take it's toll on anyone's nerves. She wasn't exactly the neatest of people.





112 days later:

It was late in the evening as Nat and Rash sat nestled together on Nat's bed because it was the one not littered with clothes. The video monitor was turned on and Nat typed in her security code to see the weekly private transmission sent by her two sisters.

"Hi Nat." the two young women said as they giggled.

Rash sat snuggled up to Nat as they viewed a short message from home. Do to data transmission constraints the messages were limited in length. "Check these out. Wooo." Ayla and Peet shrieked together as they quickly pulled up their shirts to expose their now C-cup breasts. They giggled as they cupped themselves with both hands, lifting and squeezing their growing orbs.

"Your sisters are flashing you." Rash stated laughingly.

Nat giggled too, until Ayla stated. "I visited Mr. Jork. He sends his regards."

Nat had almost forgot she had her old high school science teacher listed in her Faze book. She sat in his classroom for three years and he was inspirational. It was him that guided her into science and encouraged her to achieve her goals.

"We've visited over 50 of the men on your list. We could use something from you." Peet then said as they dropped their tops and covered up their boobs again.

"Some guys we like want to see how your doing, if you get my meaning." Ayla stated.

"And in case you don't we got boy friends that want to see your tits." Peet added a little more bluntly.

Nat shot Rash a dirty look as her blonde friend bust out laughing. "Oh god that's funny. They want pictures of your tits to show their friends."

Nat couldn't blame Rash for laughing. Her sisters were asking for something totally out of line. But then her being so far away had put some of her obligations on them, and she owed them for it. Nat cringed and Rash laughed even harder as Peet continued with "Actually they'd want to see all of you, but will probably settle for your boobs."

Nat closed her eyes and dropped her jaw. Her sisters wanted fully nude pictures and video of her to show guys they knew. But she had expected her sisters to have sex with a list of men of her choosing. It was a high cost for the high expectations she'd left them with. "Just great." she grumbled. It was going to be extremely embarrassing, but deep down she knew she couldn't refuse. She'd have to make a short video displaying her body to send to her sisters. In a week just about every guy they knew would see it.

"Oh, they cornered you." Rash said. Nat looked sideways at her old friend who was having a grand old belly laugh at her expense. Nat clenched her jaw, then gave Rash a hard nudge, knocking the laughing blonde off the bed.

Nat looked down as Rash looked up with a bit of shock. They then both shared a laugh as Rash sat up. "I'll make the damn video in the morning after Baud leaves."





The following morning Nat was still panting as she locked the door to the cabin she shared with Rash, as expected the place was a mess with bras, panties and all sorts of other clothes strewn about. Her body was still tingling from the roll with the laundry man that just left. In her Faze she was trying not to discriminate, she and Rash had actually made a schedule on how to bed every guy on board except for her father and brother of course.

There was a sense of ease. After leaving the space station there had been no more incidences. The thinking was the traitor was one of the dead from the blast. That it was a suicide mission. Nat prayed every day that it was true.

Nat sighed, she had to make a video for her sisters. A video showing off her naked body to anyone they wanted to show it to. Yet she would never consider showing the video of her sister flashing to anyone. Well anyone but Rash. She doubted her sisters would object to Rash seeing them.

The sweat covered young woman stepped up to the full length mirror beside the door and for the first time in a while really looked at herself. She still wore her long red hair in pigtails, it was an easy hairstyle and with cosmetics prohibited and soaps strictly regulated to protect the water purifying system, easy was better.

The search for life was a bust, but a couple of astronomers on board spotted an anomaly in the asteroid belt, high command had given them the okay to investigate. It was a trip that would only delay their return home by 27 days. And they were already out here.

Her heart was still racing as she studied her naked body. She'd grown nearly half a foot taller and her boobs were at least a full C, like her sisters. And the men didn't seem to mind she went around in t-shirts and no bra now, and they probably never would or never have minded. She'd hit that point where her under garments were like torture. And she didn't have any bras anyway, a lack of foresight to pack some of increasing sizes. And it seemed to boost moral the other day as she was jogging through the halls with Rash. Rash wore a sports bra and stretchy shorts while Nat found she got more chuckles wearing a t-shirt tied into a make shift bikini top and a short skirt with no panties. Her perspiration had made the white top nearly see through, garnering a lot of smiles from the men they passed.

Nat had had to curtail her workouts, doctor's orders. Intense physical activity and stress can bring on a Fazic reaction. So until well into stage 4 Rash wanted her to take it easy. "Heck, if your doin' it right the sex itself should be a good daily workout." Rash had jokingly said.

She turned from side to side, her ass was a bit rounder too she mused. And she cocked her head as she wondered what to do with that spreading and thickening area of red hair on her mound. Hair was a big problem with the water purification system so the natural look was expected on a deep space mission. It was something they all needed to get used too. Especially her, pubic hair tickled her nose and she was sucking cocks daily now. And licking hairy balls just wasn't as pleasing. But there was absolutely no way she wasn't going to shave her armpits or legs. A girl had to draw the line somewhere.

Nat reached for her bathrobe just as the door buzzer sounded. "Who is it?" she asked loudly as she put the robe on and quickly tied it closed.

"Cole. You wanted the intercom checked."

A big smile formed on her face. The ship was huge, but the labs, offices and cabins took up only a small portion. Yet she rarely got to see her brother. Nat pushed the button to the right of the sliding door to let Cole in.

Nat watched as her 6'2" brother came in carrying a small tool box and went straight for the intercom speaker. Red hair and blue coveralls don't exactly go together she mused. He pulled off the cover and chuckled as he looked at it. "Seems someone's playing games with you." he said as he pulled a sock out of the unit, explaining why it sounded muffled. Little practical jokes were becoming more common as the days went on, something to keep the mood up. It was bad enough she was growing, but someone replaced her uniform tops with ones two sizes too small a few days before. And a few days before that she found all her skirts were about half the length they should be, leaving the bottoms of her ass exposed if she so much as reached for anything.

"Oh." Nat grinned, just another joke. And she'd done her part to help boost moral as well. That is besides banging half the men on the ship so far. Her mom snuck the pink skirt and the see through one into her things, and at Rash's goading she wore the pink skirt on the second day, getting a great positive reaction from both the men and women on board. Then just 10 days ago she wore the see through one and a pair of thong panties, and she got an even bigger reaction. The panties just about drove her crazy, but with that skirt she wasn't going without them. Seems it wasn't just her body that was growing, so was her self confidence. She'd also managed to shower in the men's locker room. The men that joined her were rock hard as she left them, grabbing their clothes before running out laughing hysterically.

"Where's Rash?" Cole asked innocently as he stuffed the sock into his tool box before starting to screw the cover back on.

"Halfway through her shift. I'll see her at lunch." Nat replied as her brother stood up. Rash would leave first thing in the morning, just before her scheduled morning fuck. Being well into stage 2 her needs now required her to have sex daily in order not to find herself in need. She didn't want that again. She woke up in need as stage 2 hit and ended up with the sanitation guy down the hall, right after he got off his shift of cleaning the bathrooms. She would have gotten to him during the trip, but god did he smell. The combination of cleaners and urine would have made her sick if she wasn't Fazic.

Nat looked curiously at her brother, his tool box was still sitting on the floor. Her eyes flew open as she saw something wrong in Cole's eye just before he lunged at her. "No Cole, no." she whined as he tackled her to the floor. Before she knew it his right hand was inside her bathrobe massaging her breasts. She was horrified, her own kid brother was feeling her up. And it was clear he intended to go much further.

Nat desperately squirmed, but Cole was a lot bigger than she was. She only had a short window to stop him before it went too far. Where her body was still tingling from the sex she had just moments before his groping was having a reaction. "God no please." she whined. Her Fazic body and mind wouldn't let her fight back. "Please stop Cole, I'm your sister." she pleaded. Her Fazic body would react favorably to any guy doing this to her, even her brother. She was a gold medal martial artist, but the Faze stopped her from being able to use those skills to defend herself now.

Her whining was to no avail. In moments Cole had her on her back, him laying on top of her, kissing her neck and her robe wide open. She cringed as he complimented her on her breasts. "The moon goddesses are being good to you." he commented as he continued to fondle her tits. "I might say one of the firmer and more perfect sets I've seen."

Tears filled her eyes as she realized Cole was force seducing her. The more he touched her, the more he kissed her, the faster her resolve and pleas would fade. And as she felt a hand slide down between them to her still tingling pussy she knew she had already lost. Something was about to happen she'd never tell another soul about. It would be a shame she'd have to carry for the rest of her life.

The tears started to fade quickly as her pulse and rate of breathing increased. The scientist in her knowing exactly how it worked. Baud, the guy that just left fucked her into several orgasms before cumming in her mouth, left her still wanting. The delayed effect of absorbing his cum that way and her still tingling twat were working against her as much as her brother's actions. It was a double whammy. The sad part was that at this point of her Faze and well into stage 4 her body would quickly react to anyone doing this to her. For the next half year or so any man getting his hands on her could do the same thing.

Nat closed her eyes and ached her back as Cole vigorously fucked her with 3 fingers on his right hand. She moaned loudly as she became extremely wet again. And as she came on the floor he quickly jumped off of her.

Cole had his jump suit and boxers off before Nat could come close to catching her breath. Nat cringed as he reached down and grabbed her two pigtails. She winced as he pulled her up to her knees and she was looking at his 8 inch cock. It wasn't the biggest she'd had so far, but he was her brother.

Nat made a sour face, but just like she'd done to about 75 other men on the ship. She sucked his cock. "It's not fair, the only hot pussy on board and I'm not supposed to touch you?"

In Nat's Faze infected brain words and actions clicked differently than if her mind wasn't Fazic. Her brother's words for instance went through her as she wasn't being a good and loving sister. She'd been neglecting her brother. "Glug glug glug." Nat rocked her body, and slipped off her bathrobe.

The scientist in her knew exactly what he was doing, but she was helpless to stop him. Nature overrules the mind during the Faze. And nothing can change that. Not as long as the sun burns in the sky and the snows fall in winter.

"I love you sis. I need you." Nat felt the words cut through her. Was there some kind of book telling guys how to force seduce Fazic girls or something? But as he held her pigtails and pulled her towards him, gagging her, she was growing more and more determined to please him. To show him how much she loved him.

Nat moaned as her brother reached down and fondled both of her breasts. He was hurting her, but it was pleasing him. Yet there was still that small potion buried way down in her mind screaming no. But there was a lot more of her body and mind screaming yes. All the literature stated the Faze was a confusing time, and now she knew they were right.

Cole latched onto her breasts, squeezing them hard. Nat grimaced as he pulled her up to her feet. "Does this hurt?" he asked mockingly.

The tears started again from both the physical and emotional pain. "No, I love you Cole." she sobbed back. She feared her brother wouldn't be pleased if she said it hurt, so she'd endure the pain. It was like it would hurt more if he wasn't pleased with her.

Nat trembled as he looked angry. He released her tits, then in a swift move he slapped her left tit with a loud thwack. Nat couldn't react too much, just a wince and a whimper. He hurt her, but she was pleasing him. "Turn around and bend over." he snapped at her.

Nat obeyed without hesitation. Her legs were spread shoulder width apart as she bent at the waist, her palms resting on the floor. She trembled more as he asked "So how many of them poked your ass?" Nat shook all over as her brother pressed his cock against her butthole. Through stage 1 she'd been able to protect herself by having sex before she was in need. In stage 2 she was starting to loose control, but most of the men had been good to her. Her brother was now becoming the fifth cock in her ass. Though she was sure that when she lost control in Stage 3 there would be a lot more.

Nat fought to hold back tears as he yanked her back up by her hair. He whispered threateningly into her ear. "You be a good loving sister, and tell no one, and after this I'll only use your hot little twat." Then with a grunt of disgust he tossed her head forward, indicating he wanted her to bend over again. He gripped her by the hips and pressed his cockhead to her butt hole.

"OOHHH GOD!" Nat gritted her teeth as Cole pushed his way in. He held onto her waist and pulled her back towards him, her Fazic mind had her wiggling her butt and helping him by pushing herself back towards him.

Nat grunted with each thrust as her brother pounded her ass. He bent over her and pulled her up by her arms. Nat stood with her back against her brother's chest. Her back was arched to get him as deep as possible into her rectum. He nuzzled her neck as he groped her chest. "uh uh uh uh uh uh." she grunted as she repeatedly bounced off him. She winced as he'd pinch her erect nipples.

Nat's whole body rocked with Cole as brother and sister spooned fucked. A voice in the back of her mind was telling her a man's a man and a cock's a cock. She couldn't get pregnant. Cum is cum. And she hoped her ass was enjoyable for him.

Nat let out a gasp as her brother pulled out with a plop. Her face had a twitch as he jumped onto her bed. He laid there on his back with his cock sticking straight up in the air. A non Fazic girl in a similar situation could take the opportunity and bolt out the door, but Nat was Fazic. Compelled by nature she climbed on top of her brother. And even in her Fazic mind it was annoying that he was her younger brother.

Nat straddled Cole, and without asking knew what was expected. Up to now a man had stuck his cock in her ass, now she did it herself. She held his cock in her right hand and winced as she sat down, facing him to give him easier access to her tits. She sat fully on her brother's lap and forced a smile onto her face, hoping he was pleased.

Nat started to bounce slowly, then picked up speed. The part of her brain that could still rationalize telling her the faster she could make him cum the sooner this humiliation would be over. That she should look at this as giving her brother the most special gift a sister could give her brother.

Even the rational part of her mind was betraying her Nat thought as Cole reached up to grab onto her tits. She rode harder and faster, he squeezed harder. She looked down, noticing a big red mark on her left tit where her brother had slapped her. And she was sure there would be more redness from his painful grip. But she'd already learned one of the benefits of a Fazic body, it heals fast. By the morning any redness would be gone.

Nat arched her head back as she felt the stirring in her nether regions. She gritted her teeth and rode for all she was worth. And in moments everything went white. She felt intense pleasure, then heard her brother groan. He'd just become the second guy to cum in her ass that morning. The humiliation was over, or at least this part of it was. He'd be back. And as a good and loving sister she'd let him in. And he'd force seduce her again.


That afternoon Nat sat in on a meeting of senior officers. Captain Moon Roobin, an average size and average looking middle aged man, stood at the front of the darkened room giving his presentation. On a view screen he pointed to an image of the asteroid belt, and in particularly the small moon sized chunk of rock called Chyst after the God of Ice, and a smaller one near it.

"As you can see by these images this rock is very close to Chyst. What you can't tell from these images is that in the first one this smaller asteroid is moving towards Chyst. In the latter it's moving away. Chyst is big enough to have substantial gravitational pull, big enough that this rock should have impacted."

"Are you trying to suggest some unknown force is repelling that rock away?" Major Thoms asked mockingly. The security chief wasn't always a open minded fellow Nat had grown to learn. But the father of 3 young daughters had a very pleasurable 10 inch cock. And Captain Roobin's 8" wasn't that bad either.

Captain Roobin gave to rude senior officer a polite smile before proceeding. "What I'm saying is that after spotting this on our way out I had every scrap of information and every picture of Chyst that we could get our hands on sent out too us. On Tarth we are limited to how much we can observe objects this far out. But I've had cameras on the Chyst for 40 days straight now. I've detected another rock that seems to have been deflected and going over the mass of documents I've found 6 more instances I can confirm. Something is pushing close calls away from Chyst and the high command has agreed."

The high command agreeing should shut up the likes of Major Thoms Nat mused as she looked around wondering why Rash wasn't there, she saved her a seat. Then the door opened and Rash walked in quickly, with a deeply worried look on her face. She was carrying a folder, which she brought straight to dad.

As Rash walked to the back of the room to join her, Nat watched her dad open the file and looked shocked at what he read inside. So shocked was he that he stood up and left the meeting without hesitation.

"The high command has granted permission to do a close fly by to investigate. The Discovery is too big and it would be too dangerous to bring the ship into the asteroid field. Instead the ship will take up a parallel course above the asteroid field. I and a small team will fly in to investigate in one of the shuttles. Captain Backman has agreed to pilot. I have a copilot, two systems techs and a system's analyst. High command also wants a medic and a biologist on board. If we find anything we have permission to land and investigate more closely." What was causing the effect was expected to be unnatural. The number of techs involved showed this was a serious mission and not just a pleasure cruise. They expected to find something.

Nat didn't know why she reacted so fast. And even as Rash was moving to sit down next to her she was on her feet loudly proclaiming "I want in." She didn't know why she reacted so fast, but her mind found no trouble in rationalizing. If something was repelling space rocks, then it her to be an unnatural act. Someone or some thing had to be behind it. And with her other mission a bust she didn't want to go home empty handed. An unnatural effect meant there was life behind it.

"Are you kidding?" Rash asked in a shocking tone as she was half seated. She then gave Nat a stare before standing up and loudly stating "As per orders of the high command, I go where she goes."

"Well ladies and gentlemen. It looks like I have a crew." the happy man stated as he clasped his hands together.

"What the hell did you…"

"ALL HANDS BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR LIEUTENANT COLE NORSH. HE IS AN IMPOSTER. HE IS TO BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS." Rash's whispered rant was cut off by the announcement over the intercom by Nat's father. They exchanged expressions of shock as the red alert sounded.

Then Rash saw relief in Nat's eyes. She quickly put two and two together. Why else would Nat show relief when her brother was in some kind of serious trouble unless something happened between them. Rash winced and tried to show empathy "When?" she whined.

"This morning." Nat said in a pained tone. She was happy it wasn't her brother. But if he wasn't her brother then who was he? And where was Cole? Was he alright? "I have to talk with dad."



Colonel Norsh sat stoically in his office staring at the door. His son was dead and his daughter would be walking through that door very shortly looking for answers. He had no idea just how to tell her.

A body was found in a shallow grave just outside of town. DNA confirmed it was Cole. His son had been killed so an imposter could take his place on this mission. Did the imposter have a part in the space station bombing? And what other mischief had he been up to? Security at the moment was trying to locate him and look for explosives at the same time. And was he alone? Were there others on board as well. Since they left the space station things had been quiet, but it seemed that sense of calm was just an illusion.

The war back home had become a blood fest. Thank god no one had launched a nuke yet, but there number of dead was well over 600,000 with another two million plus wounded. Planes, ships and tanks destroyed. An unknown amount done in property damage. And to this point no side had gained any ground. In the end it was as it always had been, the forces of freedom against those that would enslave them.

Colonel Norsh hung his head and groaned. He could hear his daughter's voice talking to his aide outside, and she didn't sound happy. "Calm down Nat." he heard Rash shriek. Who would have thought Rash would have handled pressure and responsibility so well. But she'd fulfilled her medical duties as well as taking care of Nat. Rash had stepped up to the challenge.

"Get out of my way." Nat said in a very threatening tone. In his mind he could see his 5'10" scrawny aide standing in the way, and with the thud he saw Nat toss him aside. He knew the thud had to be the aide, Rash would know better. And even through his pain he could smile about it. What would it hurt not to smile, the doctor already informed him he wouldn't see home again. He left orders for Nat and Rash not to be informed until it was unavoidable. If Rash knew then Nat would know. Nat had enough on her plate with her Faze, she didn't need to be burdened with this. At least until her stage 3 was over.

"OH GOOD GRIEF. I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET STRESSED."






A short time later, after a shower, Nat stood staring at the bastard sitting smugly in a holding cell. She fumed as he smiled at her and licked his lips. The cocky bastard sat behind steel bars and said "I bet you wish it was really him that made you cum."

"Stay calm Nat. He's just trying to get in your head.'" Rash advised. The two of them were alone with the prisoner, but they were being monitored. Rash and Nat had promised the guards would be pushed up on the timetable if they were let in. But the two guards also wanted time with Rash as well. That was something that would need to be done secretly, it was against regulations for senior officers to engage with non coms or crewmen. Unless your lucky enough to be Fazic.

Nat though was fuming and she was using all her martial arts training to stay focused and calm. But whoever he was he was getting to her. "If I had my way we'd toss you out of an airlock. No too quick. Toss you out in a spacesuit with an unknown supply of air. With an open line so we can hear you." she stated curtly. Her brother was dead, and here this prick sat grinning at her. And yeah, he was right. She'd have let her brother screw her a hundred times if she could have him back. It was sick, but it was how she felt.

Rash put her arms around Nat and turned her towards the door. "Come on. Let's get out before something bad happens." And by bad she meant Nat going Fazic again. Nat was severely stressed, Rash didn't want a repeat of Nat and her dad's aide on the office floor.

"Wiggle that butt for me on the way out. I'll die thinking how nice it felt with my dick in it and how soft and squeezable your tits are."

"Nooooo." Rash said firmly as she forcefully ushered Nat out the door as Nat tried to turn and argue with him. "I hope I'm the one who gets to inject you." she stated to the prisoner as she pushed Nat out. Lethal injections was the way it was done, but Nat would like nothing more at the moment than to make him suffer. They'd faced him, now it was time to get Nat away before she was looking to get laid again. It wasn't even dinner time and she'd already had sex with three men.

Nat was clenching her jaw the whole trip to the landing bay. Rash made sure to stay in a position where she could cut Nat off if she tried to head back. They'd confronted him, now it was time to board the shuttle and go see just what the heck was going on with Chyst.

They boarded the shuttle and took their seats in the back. There wouldn't be high acceleration so this time they wouldn't need to be wearing space suits. Though if needed suits were in the rear cargo area. With everyone in standard issue coveralls, Nat and Rash buckled in.

The soft liftoff and acceleration was a nice contrast to their shuttle flights so far. They smoothly exited the landing bay, Nat turning to look back and watch the big heavy doors slide closed to seal the ship up again. And to try and think of more awful ways to kill the bastard.

They accelerated at just 2 to 3 Gs before cruising at a constant speed. The feeling of weightlessness took full effect with the cutting off of the engines. From where they left the ship Chyst was almost a straight shot, just two minor course changes were planned.

Nat turned around to the front again, and wondered where they got a supply of coveralls Was' size. He was just one big man. He was 6 and a half feet tall and was well over 300 pounds of muscle. Rash saw Nat's expression and giggled. She leaned over to Nat and whispered "You are stage 2 now. Say the word and you can…"

Nat smirked as she looked at Rash's face. Rash was right, she could have that big hunk of a man anytime she wanted now. He'd probably snap her in two like a twig without trying, but she'd love to get her claws into him. At least once on this trip. And while she could remember. The issue with stage 3 is it all becomes one big blur and you don't remember how many times or with whom you had sex with. She wanted him and she wanted him when she'd remember him. "Maybe when we get back?" she whispered hopefully. This trip would take a couple of days, and she'd need to get laid on the shuttle in zero G. But if he was as big as she and Rash expected then she wanted the privacy of her room.

Nat smirked, she and Rash were the only 2 women on a ship with 6 men. And she had free license to have sex with any of them she chose. She wondered which of them she should pick first.

Nat also wondered what to do when they got back. Mrs. Traclin had actually offered her money to have sex with her husband. It wasn't nearly his turn by the list she and Rash drew up, but according to Mrs. Tracklin it was his 50th birthday in two days. Back home such a practice wasn't unknown. Married women often approached the daughters of their friends with such an offer, but it generally meant the man found the girl attractive. Or simply they had sons and no daughters and he was feeling left out. But in this case it was more likely than not that she had the only hot pussy on board as that traitor creep put it earlier.



Nat had finished her late night dinner, pooka stew sucked out of a foil bag. Oh yummy. They left the ship before dinner time and there was too much excitement about what lay out there to eat. A late dinner before an even later fly over. Several orbits were planned for a detailed scan. Even if nothing were found they'd have the most detailed maps of Chyst that had ever been planned.

Nat sat buckled in the copilot's seat as the copilot ate and used the head. Nat looked out the front with awe. The view was incredible. "It's beautiful." she commented softly. The stars shined like she never saw before. And mountainous asteroids looked like she could reach out and touch them.

"It always is." Was replied calmly. "I've been in space 20 times and it's still awing." It made a man even as big as he was seem small. "I can be gentile you know."

"Huh?"

Nat was a bit shocked as he looked at her with a sweet smile. With no one else listening he whispered "My wife is about the same size you are now. I know your working your way through the ship, and avoiding me for now. I understand. I just thought you should know I won't hurt you." At least not much. His cock would make her scream at first, but her Fazic brain would take over and be convinced she was loving it. Besides, he had sex with several of his daughters' stage 1 friends and they all came back for more. But there was no sense in bragging. And his wife was just about the same size as Nat, just with her tits a few sizes bigger.

"I'll keep that in mind." Nat replied with a hint of confusion in her voice. Not very many men had been that forward with her. She knew they would soon be, it was only natural. She was easily known to be well into stage 2 and if they were back home and not on the ship men would already be acting more aggressively towards her. "I was thinking in a day or two after we get back on the ship."

"I look forward to it." he replied, then his smile faded quickly as two red light lit up on the console in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

"We don't really know. These asteroids contain some odd crystalline structures. It's interfering with our radio transmissions." Was stated cautiously as he flipped a series of switches and made the lights go out again.

Nat wore a concerned smile as he turned the shuttle into a low orbit over Chyst. She gasped and he looked worried as the ship was rocked. And was pushed away by some invisible force. She watched Was flipping switch after switch, but those weren't ship controls. He was activating the cameras.

Nat looked out and down at the planetoid. Her eyes shot open as she saw a ship. It was about double the size of the shuttle and sitting on Chyst. From 1500 feet up and with no atmosphere it was crystal clear. Nat pulled it her smart phone that she only had with her because it had photos of her family and started taking pictures of her own. It was proof. Proof they weren't alone in the universe.

Nat used maximum zoom to snap photo after photo even as the others were calling out for answers as to what was happening. Nat spotted several markings on the ship, one strikingly similar to others she'd seen. Seven bright markings on the roof of the ship, one of them the odd diamond shape with the squiggly shape inside. The same image she had other photos of from around the planet.

"Shut…7…be…" Nat watched as Was frantically adjusted controls to try and make the signal clearer. They were only getting a couple of words, but the tone was of a woman panicked. "…shuttle…….mutiny…."

Nat gasped. An alarm sounded. "We're targeted?" Was gasped as he threw the ship into some evasive maneuvers. Trying to put asteroids between them and the Discovery tossed everyone not strapped in around like rag dolls.

Nat's eyes lit up as she spotted the red flames of two incoming missiles. They missed,. They hit an asteroid. There was a bright light. There was violent shaking.