"Okay, Skip," demanded Pete, "who the hell are the Sonarians, what - exactly - happened to the previous breeder and what did these, so called, Sonarians have to do with it?"

"It wasn't my fault," muttered Skip, "I was on holiday at the time and Phillips was supposed to be taking care of security. And you can believe I'd have had his head on a platter, if he hadn't taken off."

"Yes, I'm sure that's fascinating, but what happened to my predecessor?"

"The Sonarians got to him. He was out in public - just like what you are proposing now."

Sensing familiar ground, Pete sighed in frustration.

"Okay, the Sonarians got him. What does that mean? Was he kidnapped, killed, what?"

"Why, them being Sonarians, they did what Sonarian agents do."

"Look, Skip, I really don't feel like playing this game right now."

"It's not a game this time," explained Skip with a look of helplessness, "The safety of the breeder is hard-wired into my brain - and keeping you ignorant of the Sonarians is considered an important aspect of your security. I can answer questions pretty easily, however, volunteering information is difficult. Try easing into it and I'll see what I can do if I try and focus harder."

"Okay, I understand, so are the Sonarians like the Maunakeans?"

"Yes, and they are doing the same thing too. I told you that the Maunakeans would use your offspring to colonize earth-like planets. But earth-like planets aren't the only types they are interested in. They have breeder programs that cover the planets and environments of all known intelligent life, that's hundreds of different hybrid species colonizing thousands of worlds. And it's all because they are at war with a race just as old and widespread as they are, The Sonarians."

"At war! You mean I'm breeding soldiers?"

"No, no, you misunderstand. Races as advanced as The Maunakeans do not conduct war trough violence, they compete economically. You are breeding farmers, miners and any number of other skilled tradesmen. When a habitable planet is discovered, both the Maunakeans and the Sonarians establish colonies and they have one hundred of that particular planet's years to become productive. At that time the productivity of each colony is evaluated and the race with the best performance is granted possession of the whole planet. Those colonists become the nobles and landowners - the colonists from the loosing race are abandoned to become serfs, forever at the mercy of their erstwhile competitors. More importantly, everything that is harvested or produced on that planet becomes the property of the winning master race."

"That's very interesting and all," interjected Pete, "But what does the domination and subjugation of various puppet hybrid species on planets light years away from here, have to do with what happened to the previous breeder?"

"Well as you can imagine the competition for these planets is brutal but out and out warfare is banned, so within the colonies - and on those planets that provide the populations for those colonies - clandestine operations are the preferred method of engagement. The best way to gain an edge on the competition is to destroy machines that help with production or to reduce the amount of manpower they have in a growing colony. It's a dangerous practice which is not condoned by the master races - but it's practiced all the same."

Skip continued, a far away look in his eye as he tried desperately to ignore what he was saying in hopes that his brain might not notice, since it would surely try to stop him. "Colonists, the hybrids you will be producing, are not allowed to breed until the planet has been awarded to one species or the other, so replacements and additions to the populations must come from off planet. In an effort to reduce such replacements, a Sonarian agent assassinated your predecessor sixteen years ago."

"That's awful!" Exclaimed Pete.

"It's not all bad," declared Skip, "we got their breeder a week later so they've been out of production just as long as we have. You've already impregnated five women - six if you impregnate Carla tonight. While we fill up the Manor house you can be impregnating the girls as we collect them. All you have to do for the rest of your life is eat, sleep and screw the most beautiful women we can find. And now you can see why the sorority idea just won't work."

"What makes you so sure I'll be safe your way?"

"Young women aren't the only ones we'll be... well... recruiting. We'll collect a group of strong young men to act as security guards. With these guards at the manor you will safe as a bug in a rug."

"Hey," chimed in Chad, hopefully, "You should check out my brother's fraternity, the Sigma Jock Epsilon's. All those guys are big and strong - I'm gonna pledge there when I go to college next year."

"Again," sighed Skip, "these people have to be able to disappear for at least a year at a time, so we can write off fraternities as well as the sororities."

"Well they were good ideas all the same." Said a disappointed Pete who had been looking forward to bumping uglies with a couple sororities full of sexy Asian chicks and beautiful cheerleaders. "Thanks anyway."

Mindy crossed the room and dropped down in Pete's lap her arm looped protectively about his neck.

"What if my loving brother doesn't want to play your game? What if he says, 'fuck you' and just lives out his life? You already admitted you aren't powerful enough to make him do what you want."

"It's not his choice to make," answered Skip with a resigned look, "every women he has sex with will become pregnant with a Maunakean hybrid just as you are now. These children will mature into adulthood in just under ten years, they'll be twice as strong as a normal human and have astronomical IQ's - how do you propose to explain that? Seriously, do you really think he'll be able to refrain from sex? Especially given his power."

"He's got us. You can have this baby and then I'll have my tubes tied so he can fuck me all he wants - and more importantly, he'll be safe from those Sonatronic fuckers as well as those Manikin assholes."

"Relax, sis," said Pete soothingly, "he's right. Even if we ran off it would probably only be a matter of time until a Sonarian agent finds us. We'll do it his way."

"Don't be so quick, Honey," offered Penny, patting his knee "how about using that brain of yours - you know - the one I've always been so proud of."

"What do you mean, mom?"

"Ask your mentor how they know that the Sonarian agents haven't started producing offspring yet."

"Do you think maybe the Sonarians have been breeding all this..."

"Sweety." Interrupted Penny, "Ask him."

"Oh yeah - so, Skip, just how is that you know..."

"I heard the question." Said Skip, cutting Pete off. "We know because their own Manor house is still on a skeleton staff."

"Have you got it yet?" Penny asked the perplexed Pete. "Ah, I can see you don't - no worry, you'll have it in a moment."

She then addressed Skip, "Are they watching your manor house, just as you are watching theirs?"

"Well, we never see them but we're sure they are - they never see our spies."

"And what would you think if you suddenly saw a lot of activity around their manor?"

"Well, we would think that..."

"I got it!" Shouted Pete in the same manner he would if he was sure he had the correct charades answer. "We HAVE to do it the sorority way, Skip. If we do it your way, the Sonarians will know immediately that your new breeder has shown up and I'll be in danger."

"That's why we have to protect you." Insisted Skip.

"But if they don't know you've found me, they won't be trying to kill me. By using the sororities we can keep my existence a secret from them."

"You know," said Skip thoughtfully, "that just might work. But when the damage at the school hit the news, and there's no good explanation for it they may start wondering."

"Isn't there anything you can do about that?" Asked Penny, "I'm sure you can convince the administration to just fix it and not involve the authorities."

"Yes, I suppose I could, but I need to get back to the school before they call anyone." Skip stood up and ensured his clothing was adjusted properly. "As for you," he said to Pete, "I believe you have another young lady to impregnate."

"Okay, Mr. Johnson," said Pete, using the honorific he would use whenever they were in public, or at least whenever they were at the school, "you take care of the school administration, and I'll take care of Carla." He added, leering at the pretty blonde cheerleader.

Everyone said their good-byes to Skip and as soon as he was out of the house Pete summoned Carla to him. He had allowed her to return to her natural state of mind but made it impossible to defy any order he gave her.

"Stand right here," he commanded, indicating a spot directly in front of his seat, "Hey Chad, do remember how many times you kicked my ass for looking at Carla's ass?"

Chad nodded. Pete had decided to have some fun with him and had returned him to his normal mind but clouded the events of the last few hours so Chad wouldn't remember them until prompted. Then, because Pete was no fool, he made it impossible for Chad to move from his seat.

Pete leaned forward, his face right in front of Carla's curvy hips. Placing the side of his face on her left hip, he reached his hands up to knead and caress the tight round buttocks.

"What would you have done to me if you saw me doing this?"

Chad's eyes burned with rage at the site of Pete's hands roaming all over Carla's ass.

"I would have kicked your fucking skinny little faggot ass." He hissed. "And I'd do it right now too... if I could get up... why can't I get up?"

"I guess you're just too much of a pansy to come over here and stop me from doing this." Smirked Pete, giving Carla's cheeks a couple hard squeezes - eliciting a loud squeal from the otherwise silent hottie.

Chad strained against his invisible bonds.

"You little bastard! I'll kill you!"

"Really? Don't you remember the last time you tried to attack me?" Chided Pete, his hands now roaming up and down Carla's shapely legs when he wasn't kneading and fondling her perfect ass.

"Are you talking about when I thumped you into the lockers, or when I stabbed your hand?" Chad smirked, angrily.

"You stabbed his hand?" exclaimed a shocked Penny to the accompaniment of distressed noises from Mindy and Wendy and Mia.

"It's okay now," Pete assured them, "but Megan will be happy to explain it to you."

Megan looked extremely uncomfortable as she took her mother and the other girls aside. "I had nothing to do with it," she began as they moved out of earshot.

Pete, in the meantime, had returned his attention to Chad. "No, the time after that, when you ended up rolling around on the floor naked with Jimmy and Wendel."

Chad's eyes filled with confusion, which slowly evolved into understanding and then, into horror. It was the horror that Pete was waiting for.

"That's right, how would you like to do that again?"

"No," he mumbled, "I don't think I'd like it at all."

"Why not? You liked it that time." Pete reminded him, sliding one hand up the inside of Carla's leg and pushing it against her denim clad dick depot. While her opinion of Pete hadn't changed, he made sure her desire increased exponentially with every touch of his magical hands.

The horror in Chad's eyes heightened as he remembered his enthusiasm during his homosexual tryst with his friends.

"But I'm not... I've never been... how in the hell..."

"Maybe you have some hidden tendencies, some desires you haven't admitted to yourself yet. Maybe that's why you have always been so homophobic."

Chad's look of horror slowly transformed into confusion. Pete decided it was time to step it up.

"So, Chad, what do you think about the fact that I'm about to fuck your girlfriend? She's gonna suck my cock and do her best to make me cum deep inside her yearning pussy."

Chad was jarred out of his confusion and back into his rage at Pete groping Carla's hot sexy curves.

"Leave her alone you little faggot. I'll destroy you!"

"Don't you think you should ask Carla what she wants?"

"I don't care what she wants, you leave her the fuck alone or I'll twisted your head like a bottle cap."

Pete made some mental adjustments to Carla while Chad ranted.

"Well, if you're not gonna ask her then I will," quipped Pete, amused at how desperately Chad was trying to move, "Carla, Chad wants me to leave you alone but I don't think you really want that. He says he doesn't care what you want - I think that's been his problem all along. Would you please tell your boyfriend what you do want."

Carla turned slightly to look at Chad over her shoulder with grin. "I want to turn Pete on until he is so horny he can't keep his hands off of me, I want to suck his cock until he is so worked up he can't stand it and then I want him to fuck me in my tight wet pussy until he shoots his cum so hard and so deep that I'll almost be able to feel it splashing against the back of my throat."

Veins stood out on Chad's neck and forehead, he shook with rage.

"Carla, why the fuck are you talking like that?"

"Because he is a real man who satisfies me like you were never able to."

Chad's anger grew as the gorgeous blue eyes of his busty blonde girlfriend mocked him. He tried to calm himself and get her back on his side.

"But Carla, you're my schnookums... I'm you're cuddly-wuddly. How can you say this?"

"Pete is my cuddly-wuddly now. I remember what happened at the school today, since it appears you like cock so much, might I suggest, that while Pete fucks me like only a real man can fuck a girl, you go and find some guy willing to do the same to you."

Chad slumped into the chair, ready to give up. Pete spun Carla around so she was facing Chad, he slowly slid his hands up her legs and as he reached her waist he stood behind her, his hands continued their journey, upward and forward until he was kneading her bulging bra busters through the thin fabric of her blouse. He saw a spark of anger flash in Chad's eyes once again.

Pete made a quick glance around, Megan had long since finished regaling the other women with her whispered tale of just how she had been freed from Pete's previous control and the role of Pete's blood in the ceremony. The story, of course, enraged the lovely foursome. Megan was now sitting on the recliner by herself looking somewhat miserable, while the other four beauties were jammed onto the sofa, their hands roaming over the bodies of whoever happened to be sitting next to them while they watched Pete dispensing justice to Chad and Carla.

He adjusted Carla's position so the two of them were both in full view of Chad. He began to slowly unbutton her blouse to reveal the smooth toned curves of Carla's creamy cupcakes.

"Well, look at this, Chad, your schnookums is letting me remove her shirt so I can play with her titties. Boy oh boy, look at these, they sure are firm, but then I guess you knew that. Mmmm... maybe I'll tit-fuck her right in your face - in fact, that's a pretty good idea."

Carla's blouse hit the floor and he directed her to kneel about a foot in front of Chad, her yearning yabbos thrust out eagerly. Pete stood in front of her.

"Take it out, baby. Show that pansy the cock you really crave." As he said this, Pete saw Chad jerk as he tried again to free himself from his mysterious restraints.

Carla unfastened Pete's trousers and his throbbing love stallion sprang from its captivity to wave and jump right in front of Carla's dairy ding-dongs.

"Oh yeah," purred the beautiful blonde, "That's what a real cock looks like." And she wrapped her longing lips around it, drawing a happy sigh form Pete, and cry of distress from Chad.

"Carla, don't..."

She stopped sucking for a moment, "Shut up, you wanted to get sucked off by that Asian slut, so why shouldn't I suck Pete?"

"But Carla, it's... Pete. How can you suck his cock?"

"Well, I have to admit, it's not as easy to suck this big thing as it is to suck your little one, but I think I can manage." With that she stopped talking and again descended on Pete's giant gravy gherkin.

The pure hatred Pete saw on Chad's face gave him just a moment's pause as he realized that if his control were to be lost now Chad would, in fact, murder him - slowly - and as painfully as he could. But he didn't' worry about it, there was no chance of that so he decided to stoke the fire.

"She sure is good at this. Do you see how she's fondling my balls while her other hand strokes whatever part of my cock isn't in her mouth? Yeah... that feels really good. Tell me Chad, has Carla ever let you tit-fuck her? Oh yeah, you have to answer honestly."

"No." said Chad through gritted teeth.

"No, what?"

"No... she's never let me tit-fuck her."

"Gosh," said Pete innocently, "why not? Didn't you ever want to? I mean, look at those tits - they're perfect."

Chad shook under the double strain of his anger and his futile efforts to not answer Pete.

"Yes... I wanted to... she never let me."

"I think you just didn't ask right. Let me try. Say, Carla, would you mind if I fucked your perfect tits?"

"Of course you can." She breathed seductively, "I love the feel of a hard cock between my tits." As she spoke she gently move Pete's spit covered spunk blaster between her full flesh melons and squeezed them together so they completely engulfed his throbbing trouser titan.

"OH Boy!" exclaimed Pete, happily humping her hefty headlights. "This is great, you really missed the boat on this one, dumbass."

Seeing Pete enjoying his girlfriend's body in a way he had never been allowed to, along with the demeaning pejorative, caused Chad's face to turn an even deeper shade of red. He was also well aware of the other people in the room, which filled him with humiliation. He didn't know this, however, since he had never been humiliated before - he just knew he was experiencing a feeling he didn't like and it made him mad. In Chad's world, if something made him mad, he hit it.

He still didn't know why he couldn't move but suspected Pete had something to do with it, and that made him mad too.

Pete noted all this with satisfaction and pulled his cock-a-saurus from between the grapefruit sized gazongas. He bade Carla to stand and he dropped to his knees, pressing the side of his face against the zipper of her tight blue jeans.

"I bet you thought you would be the only one to ever see her little pink pussy, didn't you?" Carla ground her pelvis against Pete's face with a satisfied groan.

"Yes." Hissed Chad.

Pete unbuttoned Carla's jeans. That wasn't as easy as it sounds. Have you ever tried to unfasten a pair of painted on jeans? What a pain in the ass. It can't be any easier to fasten either. Why in the hell would women put themselves through that? Wait... oh yeah... thank you, ladies.

Anyway, Pete laboriously struggled with Carla's jeans for several minutes until he finally got them unbuttoned and unzipped. Pausing for a few moments to catch his breath he then endeavored to slide them dramatically down her legs, but had to settle for inching them down until they finally got to the point he was able to remove them.

Carla gracefully stepped out of them.

"Does it piss you off when I caress her naked legs?"

"Erk... yes." Said Chad, finding he was so angry it was difficult to talk even though he was compelled to.

"Then you're gonna love this."

Pete's slid one finger under the right leg band of her panties. He slowly slid it around to he front until he was able to feel the hot juice that was, by now, visibly soaking her silk underwear. He thrust his finger up into her slick sink-hole.

"Boy, my finger sure does go into her easy." Carla gasped with pleasure, squirming just a little. "Does she always get this wet?"

"Huhng... Nnnn... Grrr..."

"Answer the question dumbshit - was she this wet for you?"

"No! alright? She never got wet. We always had to use lube. Happy now?"

"Oh, I'm happy enough, but not because you answered the question. I'm happy because I'm about to fuck this prime piece of ass." He yanked her panties to the floor. "hey, look at that - she trimmed her fur in the shape of a heart. I bet you always thought it was for you. Did you always think that?"

"Yes." Admitted Chad, still gritting his teeth and red-faced with fury.

"Was it for him, Carla?"

"No, I only did it because I thought it was cute. But now, I'm glad I did. Now it's for you."

"You flatterer." Joked Pete. "Now you just lay your hot little body down on the floor. No, turn this way so Chad can see your wet pussy - I'm sure he wants a good view of me fucking it."

He knelt next to Carla and gently pried apart the swollen lips of her heated hot pocket. Carla reached for his cream cannon and stroked it lovingly.

"When you beat me up for looking at her ass, did you ever imagine you would be seeing this?"

"No." replied Chad petulantly.

Pete swung around and rubbed the head of his hymen hammer against her slick lips.

"What is you want, Carla?"

"I want you deep inside me. Please, Pete, put it in now."

"Did she ever beg you, Chad?"

"Gaa... Hnggg... N... n... no."

Pete slid smoothly into Carla's snug slickety squid and could hardly believe how good it felt. Her steamy pink flesh hummed with excitement.

"OH YES!!!" screamed the blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty as his turgid trouser tuna bottomed out in her hot tight fish mitten. "Oh shit, Pete... your cock feels so good inside me... oh my God... I'm gonna cum already... oh damn... so good... I'm CUMMING!!!"

Pete continued to stroke into her, driving her into a frenzy of orgasmic joy. When she finally finished he looked up at Chad.

"Did she ever cum like that for you? Did she ever even cum for you at all?"

"Of course she came for me. Maybe not that hard, but she came all the time."

"Actually," murmured Carla, still drifting in after glow, "I never came with you - I just faked it. When you were inside me, I felt nothing. This cock, Pete's cock - this is absolutely glorious."

Chad funneled this latest humiliation into the already overwhelming rage he was feeling.

Pete pumped away, enjoying the wondrous friction on his Grabthar's hammer and reveling at the vision of one of his most prevalent masturbation fantasies writhing beneath him as he took his pleasure. Carla had another orgasm and was just coming out of it when Pete felt his balls preparing to release their precious cargo.

"I'm gonna cum soon, baby. Do you want it?"

"Oh yes, please, Pete - drive your marvelous cock deep into me and pump your potent seed right into my womb. Make an alien baby in me, Pete."

With a grunt (well, several grunts actually) Pete fired a huge load of semen-soup deep into the beautiful honey-blonde cheerleader.

It took both of them a few minutes to recover. When Pete finally rolled off of Carla, Mindy and Mia were there to help him up, congratulating him on successfully siring another colonist. Megan dove straight into Carla's yo-yo smuggler in a vain attempt to retrieve some of the cum she craved so badly.

Pete watched, each arm draped over a lithe beauty, when Penny tapped him on the shoulder.

"Uhm, I don't want to second guess you, honey, but what are you going to do about that?" she asked, pointing at Chad.

Pete followed her finger to find Chad's features so contorted by fury that he was barely recognizable. His face was beet red and his body shook like he had a palsy.

"You've got to sleep sometime, you little freak." He said in a low menacing tone that sent chills up the spines of everyone present - everyone, that is, but Pete.