New Enceladus – chapter 1 of 10 by Limnophile
Dive into “New Enceladus,” the captivating first chapter of a sultry 10-part gay sex story by Limnophile. Explore thrilling connections, unexpected passions, and steamy encounters that will leave you wanting more. Join the journey and unlock the secrets of desire!
In this lusty sci-fi tale, a timid bisexual doctor discovers her power and leads a space mission
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Author’s Note: Thanks to all the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from ‘Painfully Godawful’ to ‘Above Average’. I hope at least one of them will look at this and smile. For the hard sci-fi purists out there, the science in ‘Star Wars’ and ‘Alien’ isn’t perfect, and neither is this. Please put the formulas and calculator away long enough to enjoy some entertainment.
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August 2204 – Boston, MA, USA
Dr. Enka Karjala
On the first day of mission training, I woke up late. On the way out the door, I noticed my blouse had a big stain. I ran back in to change and realized I was broke and didn’t pack anything for lunch. I was fifteen kilos overweight, but food usually made me feel better, at least for a little while. I could skip a meal and survive, but if my clothes looked dirty people might laugh and make fun of me. I couldn’t take that! I’d rather somebody hit me than criticize or belittle me. Injuries heal, but teasing and bullying I would remember forever, especially with my ‘photographic’ or eidetic memory.
I still remember when I was nine months old and ate a cookie for the first time. It was early in the afternoon and the sky out the window was cloudy. As I was still a baby, I had on a diaper and a pink top. My father had whiskers, so he must not have shaved. It was probably a Saturday or Sunday. I thought a moment and recalled the calendar, it was Sunday the 23rd. There was a thunderstorm that night. I had eaten nearly half the cookie, including nine of the twenty-one chocolate chips in it. I didn’t know about numbers or how to count at the time, but I still have the images of it in my mind. My four-year-old brother grabbed the cookie away and ate the rest. I was too young to walk or talk, so all I could do was cry as he ran away laughing.
I wish there were a way I could forget even part of the bad things. Every year since elementary school, I gave him a bag of cookies with a bite taken out of one for his birthday. He had no clue why. When I entered the colony program at age 24, a psychologist asked me why I still held a grudge over a cookie, more than two decades later. Simply put, if you can’t forget, it’s hard to forgive.
I was two minutes early, but still one of the last to the classroom. There was a cute, muscular blonde guy sitting near the back, three seats from the aisle. I sat in the aisle seat, so I could glance at him occasionally. I hoped nobody would notice and tease me. All of us were at least 22 years old and I still worried about that. Despite my stereotypical Nordic blonde hair and big boobs, I was also nervous I’d never find a boyfriend.
A thin, pretty red-haired girl walked up next to me and coughed, as she pointed to the seat between me and the cute guy. I politely said, “Pardon me” as I moved back, so she could squeeze through. She stepped on my foot, lost her balance, and fell. I said, “I’m sorry! So sorry!” as the cute guy caught her and helped her to her feet.
She smiled at him and said, “My hero! Thank you!” We didn’t know it at the time, of course, but her words were prophetic.
He blushed and smiled back at her, making my heart sink. Professor Morse came in and called the roll. I became nervous as he got close to my name. I hated speaking in public.
“Alice Jameson”
“HERE!”
“Ross Jones?”
“HERE!”
“Anna Kar … Kar-juh …”
I stood and slowly pronounced, “En-kah Kar-yoh-lah, sir.”
He cruelly said, “Anchor, I’ll just call you Anchor.”
Everyone but me laughed. It was especially hurtful because of my size. How could they be so mean! They didn’t even know me, and I was sure they hated me already. As he continued the roll, I shrank down in my seat and tried to be as invisible as possible.
By the time roll call was over, I learned the cute blonde guy was Oskar Schmidt and the girl next to me was Molly Walsh. I mainly like guys, but she was very pretty and I noticed she had a nice butt. That made them not liking me even worse.
Professor Morse began the introductory lecture. “All of you are here because you want to be on the next colony ship. I know you’ve been told the rules at least twice before, but I want to make sure there is no confusion, and none of you have any excuse for bad behavior.”
“While you are cadets, there will be no fraternization. No penetrative or oral sex of any kind, with other cadets, or anybody else. A kiss lasting more than two seconds counts as oral sex. There will be no spreading of diseases, unscheduled pregnancies, or unfair treatment of others because of romantic entanglements. You’re all supposed to be responsible adults, and disciplined service members, so act like it.” He paused for a few seconds.
“Look at the palm of your dominant hand.” Everybody did.
“Say ‘I love you’ and kiss it, because that’s your only sex partner until you’re finished here.”
A few people kissed their hands, and there were a lot of nervous laughs. The teaching method was crude, but nobody was falling asleep.
“The mission will launch with a wide variety of microbes, seeds, and animals. Most mammals can be gestated in artificial wombs with 70% success, but 70% isn’t safe enough for humans. For that reason, the crew will be composed of 120 men and 240 women, to ensure rapid colony growth. The settlements will need to grow very quickly, to avoid losing technologies and start production of complex items like power reactors and transport drones in a hundred years or less. You can’t really run an elaborate manufacturing operation with only two or three workers. It takes thousands. If a major technology hasn’t been used in a long time, it can be hard to recover, even with all the needed information. It’s difficult to write code if you’ve never seen a computer before or fly the first helicopter in the world.”
“When the officer in charge of each settlement retires at age 80 or so, government structure will change to democracy and a new leader will be elected. Until then, it’s military order and discipline, for the safety and benefit of the community as a whole.
There will be 10,000 frozen human embryos, to prevent problems with inbreeding. Each female will produce her first child by embryo implantation, until all the embryos have been used. The majority of the other children will be produced the fun way.”
Most of the class giggled, but I blushed in embarrassment.
“If you’re not hetero or bi, don’t worry, all orientations are allowed. Medical help such as artificial insemination and in vitro will be available. No pregnancies will be allowed until the colony living spaces and natively produced food are sufficient and stable. After that, pregnancies should occur on a rotating basis, so that no more than a sixth of the female population will give birth in the same Earth month. You don’t want twenty women in labor at once, with only three doctors. Each woman is expected to produce at least six children in her lifetime, and ten or more if possible.”