Chapter Forty

July 30 ^th, 2021

Ophelia's reassignment to Andy went off without a hitch, and this time everyone in the room knew to keep their mouths shut, not that it mattered. Changing partners now included mandatory, high volume white-noise headphones to ensure that the person being reassigned couldn't hear anything said to them, and an overseer to make sure those headphones weren't removed. It did make the whole thing feel a lot less sexual and a lot more transactional, but Andy's body was trained at this point to give up a load of semen almost on demand, so he was able to push past the highly clinical nature of what they were doing to move on to the business of simply getting it done.

Andy was especially thankful he didn't fall into a regeneration sleep after it was done.

Once it was, the circus packed up and headed to Rook manor.

While they'd arrived at the base in just two cars, a giant caravan headed back to the house. Phil had brought every member of his team who had any medical knowledge, as well as several members of Linda's Girls, both from Phil's team and alternate assignments.

"I'm not keen about any of this, boss," Lexi said to him as the eggheads were lugging in box after box of stuff. "I know you trust Phil. Hell, I trust him. Him and Linda and the rest of her Girls are like family, but like family isn't family, and it leaves me uneasy to know that we aren't going to be able to look out for ourselves for a day or two."

"I hear you, Lexi, I do," Andy sighed, giving a slight accepting shrug of his shoulders. "But this is where we are, and if Phil says this is going to happen, I'm glad he's telling us about it in advance rather than us just stumbling into it, especially with the kids."

"That's what worried me the most," Lexi said. "I know, we have to put trust in other people, but this is Matty, Honor and Hope we're putting in their hands. Do you really trust Phil that far?"

"I do, Lexi," Andy said. "And Fiona was right, too - I don't know that we're ever going to be at a point where we don't have someone pregnant or with a newborn. You know as well as I do that once the wives have decided something is good for the family, there isn't all that much chance of me changing their minds unless I've got a very compelling argument. In this case? I don't. Both Ophelia and BD seem like they'll be good, even great additions to the Team. So, we're just going to have to get through this weird moment, and trust in our friends."

"Well, you need to tell everyone that part specifically when you're talking about it," Lexi said. "We've gathered everyone into the big lower center living room, and make sure you explain to everyone exactly what we've got going on here, because everyone knows something's up, but nobody knows quite what."

"You were there when Phil told me, Lexi," Andy chuckled. "It's not like I've been sitting on this information for weeks."

"Phil made it sound like you could've known all about this if you were reading all the paperwork he's been sending you."

"Yeah, well, he sends me like a hundred pages a day, so I can't exactly read everything," Andy said, rolling his eyes in frustration. "If you think you can keep up with all the data and reports, you're more than welcome to try and read them all, but even just reading the daily high-level summaries takes up about an hour out of my day, each and every day."

"What can I say, boss? You've got a big job to fill."

They headed down into the main living room, which was about as full as he could ever think of seeing it, all twenty-three of his current (and upright) partners, and his three kids, surrounded by about twenty scientists and security officers. Most importantly, there wasn't a single face that Andy didn't personally recognize, which put him more at ease. Linda and Phil had chosen their crews very carefully.

Everyone was talking and gossiping before he nodded to Melody, who put her fingers to her lips and let out a shrill, earsplitting whistle that cut through the air and brought everyone to silence. "Thanks Mel," Andy said, raising his voice to talk to everyone at once. "Okay, look, I know everyone's gossiping, trying to figure out what's going on, so let me just explain to everyone what's going to happen and why we've got so many friends from the New Eden Base in our house today."

For the next ten minutes, Andy walked the entire family through what he'd been told by Phil on the base - how everyone in the family was going to have an orgasm when he triggered BD's reassignment, and how everyone was going to enter a regeneration stasis. There were a lot of questions, and anything Andy couldn't answer, Phil volunteered to give his 'best guess' on.

Most of the women were going to be in their own bedrooms, although all his wives had insisted on being in the same room as Andy when he was reassigning BD, something the new woman had agreed to happily. As it turned out, she had an exhibitionist kink, and as long as she had the headphones on, the idea of other people watching her give her a thrill spike.

The kids would be in the nursery, and both Violet and Audrey would be watching over them and caring for them while everyone was down and regenerating. Linda would personally be lead on guard duty for Andy's room and Phil would remain there the entire time as well, as well as Bill McKenna, Charlotte and Rachel, although everyone had agreed to not watch Andy doing his actual business, because that felt a bit much for him. Everyone said they would focus on their screens until Andy was unconscious and couldn't be concerned about his modesty.

Hannah, Asha, Sheridan, Tala and Mali had all volunteered for distance gauging, so each of them was being assigned a scientist partner and a car, and they would be positioned at various distances away from Rook Manor, mostly to test signal strength and transmission distance. Hannah would be the furthest, and they were driving her all the way down to Oakland, which everyone was sure would be well out of range. Mali would be the closest, just across New Eden.

They were even going to use multiple ways to communicate the fact that Andy had transferred BD from Vikovic to Team Rook, because there was some discussion on whether or not the signal could be relayed over a cellphone or not, and that was another thing would be testing. Some people would be texted; others would be called. Bill seemed to think the nanites were piggybacking on cellphone audio signals, video conferencing calls, anything that carried a signal, which meant that nanites were basically communicating with other Teams as often as they could through any means they could. If Bill was right.

Andy was terrified of what it meant if they were.

That was a lot of information being transmitted, processed and stored.

What the hell part of his body had been converted into a memory bank?

There were loads of machines being set up in the master bedroom. He felt less like he was in his most private space and more like he was in the center of a very high-tech laboratory. "So why is this experience so unique, Jordan?"

"'Cause, like, the little fuckers don't talk when we want'em to," Jordan sighed, gesturing with one of her hands in annoyance. "It's almost like they're duckin' my calls, 'fraid I'll listen in on whatever shite they're chattin'."

"They're actively avoiding us, Andy," Phil said, patting Andy on the back of the shoulder. "It's almost like once we figured out they were communicating, they went out of their way to ensure we wouldn't know when, where and how they were talking to each other. The signals are sent in short bursts, weird times, odd places and never quite when we expect them."

"I'm telling you, they're developing new ways to talk," Bill said, shaking his head. "New protocols, new methods, new times."

"What do you mean 'new methods?'" Andy asked.

"We already suspected they're using the nanobot transmissions when people are having busy time to get information passed back and forth, but I'm starting to suspect they may also be using sweat and physical touch to relay information as well," Bill said. "Although Phil thinks I'm going crazy."

"Crazy's a bit far, Bill," Phil said. "But you're certainly coming up with some interesting new theories as to why we're not able to intercept transmissions most of the time."

"I'm telling you, Phil," Bill said, a smile on his bearded face. "They're far more clever than you're giving them credit for. As soon as we figured out they were talking to us, and we started trying to listen in, we all agreed they started making it more complicated for us to do so. Thankfully, we've got this little exception that hopefully they haven't adjusted for."

"Assuming this actually happens," Phil said. "Which, I'd like to reiterate, we aren't entirely sure it will."

"Probably," Bill said.

"Deffo," Jordan said. "I think this is a built-in mandatory upgrade an' as such, it mandates everyone in the Team gets it, so a signal's gotta be sent and received."

"You make it sound like it's a fixed point," Ash said to them.

"We think that it is," Phil said.

"Probably," Bill stressed.

"Definitely, you muppets," Jordan growled. "They're all gonna regenerate, and I'd stake me left leg on it."

"Why your left leg?"

"My right one's got a mole on it," Jordan said with a grin. "Figured if I'm offering one up, may as well make it me best one, like."

"I thought that all moles healed off at the 25 regen," Andy said to her.

"Bollocks," Jordan laughed. "Got me. Forgot m'self."

"Regardless, we're going to know soon enough," Phil said. "You set up your away messages for everything in terms of emails and whatnot?"

"Phil, I'm just a writer, man. If I don't answer the phone, nobody gets all that concerned," Andy laughed dismissively. "Just as long as nobody lets the cats out of the house, we'll all be fine."

Jenny waved at them from one of the room's exits, Huginn in her arms, Muninn in Katie's. "We're bringing them into our room, Master Rook, and we've got a litter box set up for them, as well as food and water. They may complain a bit at first, but they'll quiet down and settle with us eventually, I'm sure," his cook said.

"Sorry about all this inconvenience, ladies," Andy told them. "I'm told it's just something we're going to have to endure this one time, and never again."

"You just can't say no to a woman in need, Master Rook," Nicolette purred at him. "It's one of the things we find sexiest about you." Andy was certain Nicolette was amping up her sex kitten act in front of everybody because they all knew how uncomfortable it made him, so he did his best to look stoic and not let it show.

Behind him, he heard a smattering of Spanish, and Andy immediately knew he was going to have to brush up on the language, now that he had at least three native speakers of it in his house, or they were going to use it to talk around him. He didn't blame them - sometimes when in a particularly large club, it felt nice to have a smaller sub-club of your own that was more exclusive. There was nothing wrong with him also learning the language, though, and he'd taken a few semesters of Spanish in both high school and college, only earning enough to get him a passing grade. He hadn't retained all that much of it over the years. BD and Lexi were holding a very energetic conversation about something, and he was starting to get concerned until he started hearing the word 'botas' over and over again, and realized they were talking about the long thigh-high slinky leather boots BD was wearing. So he poked his head out and said, "They are killer boots, BD, but you'll need to strip down to nothing, since we know regens are coming. That's standard regen protocol - try and wear as close to nothing as possible. But they do look amazing on you."

"Oh. Thanks Andy!" BD said to him before she started unzipping the boots. He grinned to himself as he heard her say quietly and scoldingly at Lexi, "I thought you said he didn't speak Spanish..."

"No," Lexi whispered back with an amused smirk, "I said he didn't speak good Spanish, not that he didn't know any Spanish. Our man's got hidden talents we don't even know about some days."

"Now you tell me," BD grumbled, although she didn't look that embarrassed by it. There were no two doubts about it - BD was probably the most strikingly beautiful soon-to-be member of his Team, and that was considering he already had two of the loveliest actresses in the world. BD had a very refined grace and appeal to her, a sporty figure that was still curvy in all the right places, and one of the warmest, most welcoming smiles he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd joked when they'd first met that he suspected she'd become a cop to stop getting hit on all the time, and she said he wasn't entirely wrong, and that being able to carry a gun had discouraged some of the less determined suitors.

Still, she seemed supremely confident in her sexuality and started stripping down without hesitation, even in a room filled with half a dozen strangers. But then Andy noticed that most of his other partners were also starting to do so, although the staff had headed back to their chambers. Those who were going to be at remote locations had already gotten in vans and headed towards their designated starting points across the Bay and were probably already naked in the back of those vans as well.

That was something else Andy had noticed over the last few months - the stigma of being seen while naked had dwindled a great deal. Women were often sunbathing topless or even totally nude in New Eden Park, although he'd also seen that in other places when they'd been touring as well, or even just when they were in San Francisco or Oakland. And while public nudity in California had been de rigueur for a long time, the fact that he'd heard talk about it happening in the Bible Belt and places like Iowa City and Kansas City meant it was a nationwide movement, if not a worldwide phenomenon.

And it made sense. The sense that public nudity was somehow wrong or impure had mostly been a male gaze issue, and one imposed by religion in general. Now, with so much of that structure gone, people were free to be much more comfortable in their own bodies.

Andy had to admit that he liked that.

People should absolutely be comfortable with who they are and what they look like. It was simply the speed at the turnaround that had taken him slightly aback.

Even Emily, who'd only months ago insisted she would never do nudity on camera, had recently told Andy she was starting to rethink that, but only if it was done tastefully. She'd watched the dailies from Maya's work on "Fatal Alliances," and was coming around to the thought that she'd like to have some film capturing her 'at the height of her beauty,' as she'd told him. He'd told her she'd always be beautiful to him, but less than a day later, Sarah had echoed similar thoughts to him, and Sarah had always been much shier about the idea of being naked on camera, still thinking everyone saw her as the awkward, gangly teenager she still saw herself as. So clearly the idea was starting to take root in people across the globe and quickly.

Of course, the Brits had taken the 'comfortable in your skin' thing much further than everybody else, and much faster, shocking Emily especially, as she still thought of her home country as a bit uptight when the modern UK was running in the other direction frantically. She'd certainly shown the least amount of skin in "Looky Loos" by a London mile.

There was also the almost immediate and total worldwide acceptance of women breastfeeding in public, something that had definitely encountered plenty of resistance pre-pandemic. Now that women were in charge worldwide, that stigma had also disappeared.

Certainly with the amount of sex that people were having, they had changed their outlooks on looking on at strangers and celebrities for sexual gratification or even just fantasizing. Andy loved his life, but if he was totally honest with himself, his fantasy getaway involved two or three days without any sex whatsoever.

All that said, Andy had also noticed that the amount of 'zest,' as he liked to call it, in his orgasms tended to be based on the length of time between encounters he and that particular partner had gone. There was a definitive 'sweet spot,' somewhere between six and nine days, where the orgasm would be given a little extra 'oomph' by the nanites. By contrast, spending too much time with one specific partner could reduce the 'zest' and take a little of the sparkle away. He suspected it was both to avoid favoritism, and to ensure that the nanobots were cycling their way around everyone in the Team in a regular enough fashion.

He still wondered if the societal changes were an indirect result of the nanobots or specifically because of the nanobots. He couldn't point to any way in which he thought he could prove that the nanobots could've been pushing changes on humanity, but he also couldn't find any way to prove instead that it wasn't just that women were better and more relaxed rulers than men were.

Andy suspected the survival mechanisms being employed by organized religion also were going through some pretty wild revisions, things that might have been called insane literally a couple of years ago. Female priests. Priests with partners (and wives). Nuns paired up with bishops and cardinals. A lot of the so-called 'megachurches' in the United States had fallen as their leadership had called both DuoHalo and Covid 'a hoax.' By contrast, the Catholic church had taken early solid steps to try and contain the spread and had had much higher standards in protecting their people. As such, the Catholics (or at least the Papal hierarchy) had done remarkably well, by adopting change sooner, rather than later, although many of the more traditional Catholics had refused the judgment of their new Pope and consequentially died from DuoHalo exposure anyway.

"We nearly ready on your end?" Andy asked Phil, realizing he'd sort of just been standing around watching and staring into space for the last five to ten minutes. "If you need more time, that's fine. Just let me know."

"Another fifteen to twenty?" Phil said, glancing over at Rachel, who flashed Phil two fingers then five. "Twenty-five to half an hour, it looks like. Sorry man, it's a shitload of equipment, but it felt better to bring it all here than to have all twenty-eight of you stationed in tiny quarters on the base for a few days. By the time you're all waking up, almost all of this gear will have been cleared out, and we'll be back at the base trying to make heads or tails of the data."

"How good are you at keeping your rod on?" Jordan suddenly asked Andy, poking her head back into the conversation. "If I wanted to attach a couple of wire leads to you, would that be a mood killer? It'd help loads, but if not, I get it."

Andy shrugged with a slight smile. "At this point, Jordan, if it'll help you in your studies, go on and do it. Reassignings are a little too weird to attach any emotional investments to them, so if there's something that'll get us more data, have at it and I'll manage."

"Cheers, Andy," Jordan said as she attached half a dozen leads with suction cups to parts of his body. Andy hadn't taken his boxers off yet, because as comfortable as he was with all the women being naked, he still wasn't entirely comfortable with his own naked body around strangers yet.

"If it makes you feel any better," Phil said to him, "you can remember that you and I shared a hotel bed back when we were at that fighting game convention in '06 and we packed six of us into that two-bed room."

"Oh god," Andy said, starting to laugh at just the memory of it. "What was it you said to me?"

Phil grinned viciously. "I told you that if you started to feel slippery in the night, just to relax, because I come from a naturally greasy people, since we have no chest hair, and that was probably me just spooning against you. You remember what you told me back?"

Andy started turning red with laughter, the memory coming back to him. "I told you I wasn't worried about it, because the skin of my back was covered in hair like a bear, and your oil would be countered by my natural fur!" He was laughing so hard he was crying, as was Phil, the both of them remembering just how absurd the whole moment had been, how exhausted they'd had been, and how loopy they were at that time. "God, thanks for that. I needed that."

"What's that thing Bill Hicks used to say? 'You were taking life too seriously again.' I didn't have any weed handy, but you definitely looked like you needed an ice breaker of some kind."

"Why would you say that, Phil?" Andy said, gesturing around to his bedroom that was fuller of scientists and equipment than his partners and his own furniture. "Just because you've turned my bedroom into the Island of Doctor Moreau here."

"I have yet to see a half-cat, half-person walking around this place," Phil scoffed. "And believe me, I've been working on those for ages..."

"Aren't you, like, partly allergic to cats?"

"Only a tiny amount," Phil said. "I've had roommates with cats before. As long as they aren't constantly rubbing their butts in my faces, I barely even notice."

"Why would you even want a half-cat, half-person anyway?" Andy asked. "You've seen 'Red Dwarf.' It would walk all day admiring itself in mirrors and asking for fish."

Phil sighed. "And here you are, crushing my dreams of becoming a real mad scientist one day."

Andy tilted his head in a mocking grin at his friend. "Phil. You haven't even invented a FemBot yet. If you want to be a mad scientist, it's like you're not even really trying."

"Who needs FemBots? We're surrounded by intelligent, beautiful, dangerous women," Phil said, poking his friend in the chest. "You want more than that, that's on you, brother."

"All remote units have checked in," Bill said. "We are go for distance testing."

"How about you, Jordan? You all ready?"

"Two ticks, be ready and running."

"Security all set, Linda?"

"Manor gate's been closed down, guard posted at the entrance, and we've got the place on as much of lockdown as we can."

"Anyone still here who shouldn't be, Ash?"

Aisling smirked a little bit, shaking her head. "Anyone who's not a wife or involved in this process has been sent to their room, although we did have them lay Ophelia down on the Master Bed over there, and stripped her down in case she does get a regen. Is she going to wake up with the rest of us, or a few hours before?"

"We suspect her regeneration will trigger with everyone else's, although this is a new scenario for us," Bill said. "It'll be helpful to see if she shifts while she's here. I've set up a camera on her face to track her state, and she's hooked up to a couple of the monitors to track her vitals as well. She may skip the regeneration entirely, or get it later, since we're not sure if she can receive a signal when she's in a state like this."

"For smart people, you folks sure seem to have a hell of a lot of gaps in your knowledge," Piper said, tying her hair up into a ponytail, already having stripped down to nothing. "This is less like science and more like throwing darts at a dartboard."

"Hypothesize, test, observe, compare, reevaluate, go again," Bill said to her. "That's how we learn and get better at this sort of thing. And that means sometimes we gotta do weird and strange tests, like seeing how nanobots are transmitting signals to induce a simultaneous orgasm in twenty-five people all at once."

"You been through this Bill?" Andy asked.

Bill laughed, shaking his head. "Capped off at a nice, easily remembered fifteen people, which is more than enough for me, thank you."

"C'mon Bill," Phil laughed. "I keep telling you, if you want, you could probably get first pick out of any of the Project Funnel Cake people we still have coming in on the list. Some of the finest minds--"

"And hottest bodies!" Linda interjected.

"--that you could ever want," Phil said. "I'm sure Grace wouldn't mind, and I could make it an order if that would help."

"Only way it's ever going to happen is if you make it an order, Phil," Bill said, shaking his head. "Grace already has more than enough people at dinner to make sure she never has a boring conversation, and if you want to add more to that, it's going to have to be by fiat of some kind. Which is fine by me. I've got more than enough partners to keep me satisfied from now until I die. I've told you this again and again. Besides, even you didn't want to get twenty-five, Phil, so don't give me that crap about greater good and all that. The President hasn't ordered me to get up to that limit, so until she does, I'm just fine where I am, thanks."

"The President ordered you to take on twenty-five partners?" Sarah asked with a giggle. "That's fucked up."

"No, that's genetic preservation is what that is," Phil grumbled. "And you watch, she's gonna dictate you get up there before you know it, Bill, especially if you keep stumbling into discoveries. And if she doesn't, maybe I'll recommend to her that she do it."

Bill looked up from his computer terminal with a scowl. "Don't you dare."

Phil gave his old friend a sly wink. "Don't tempt me."

"You do, and I will make it my mission in life to find a way to get back at you with something so unforgettable that you will rue the day you decided to cross ol' Bill McKenna."

"'Rue the day?' Who talks like that?" Phil laughed and then Bill laughed with him. "Okay, Jordan, you finally ready?"

"All ears up and running," she said.

"Okay, Andy, I think that's everything," Phil said, glancing over at BD. "You ready to get strapped in?"

"Is it really necessary for my arms and legs to be strapped down?" BD asked, looking slightly apprehensively at the secure bench they'd brought up from downstairs that she'd be strapped down to. Phil had offered to bring one from the base, but Fiona had simply smiled and said they had something at home that would work. After all, it wasn't just Whitney and Nicolette who liked being tied up from time to time.

"You saw how Ophelia acted when she bit down on that capsule, BD," Ash said, running her hand down the Latina's back. "It's completely out of your control, and the last thing anyone wants is for you to hurt yourself or somebody else."

"That's the part I can't say I care for - being completely out of control," BD sighed. "But I suppose this is what I signed up for, and once it's done, it's done."

"That's it," Niko said, giving BD a hug. "It's like going into the doctor's office to get a shot. The initial prick hurts, but after that, you'll barely notice."

"C'mon, Neeks," Piper joked. "It's a much better prick than you make it sound like."

"Hey!" Andy said a bit loudly, spreading his hands in mock offense. "The prick's got feelings, ya know?"

That set all his wives giggling. "You know we all mean it in the most endearing way, Andrew," Emily said with a coy smile. While everyone else had gotten completely comfortable with their nakedness, Em was still wearing a robe and would be until they got started. While she was a lot more comfortable in her sexuality now, she still wasn't entirely eager to be naked in a room full of people. The rest of his wives, however, were already stripped down, and were moving to help get BD secured into the harness.

As soon as they had her wrists and ankles strapped down, they also moved to strap her forearms and thighs to the Saint Andrew's cross, while Jordan darted in and put sensor leads on her chest, arm, forehead and stomach.

"I feel like Frankenstein's monster, all gussied up like this," BD said. "Least. Sexy. Ever."

"And here I was thinking the rest of us just about stood a chance next to you with all these fucking wires on you," Sarah giggled. "I would literally fucking cut a bitch to have tits as nice as yours, girl. They seem, like, totally the perfect size."

"I don't have any complaints," BD said with a smirk. "Well, that's not true. I might complain that my arms and legs are strapped down. Other than that, I'm cocked, locked and ready to rock a cock."

"Alright then, you ready Andy?" Phil asked him.

Andy tilted his head with a sigh. "As ready as I'm gonna get."

"Then let's do it," Phil said, gesturing to Charlotte.

Charlotte moved over to BD with the pill, but BD shook her head. "One thing first."

"Is it important?" Charlotte asked.

"Only take a moment, I promise." Charlotte nodded as BD looked over to Andy. "C'mere, Rook. Before we do this, I want a kiss."

Andy laughed, biting his bottom lip for a second. "Shit. Yeah, that's absolutely fair." He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, intending it to be a soft intimate moment, but BD shoved her face up against him with as much leeway as she could get, letting her tongue slip into his mouth. Then she pulled back and grinned at him. "Bit more spice on that than I expected."

"Figured you might be getting riled by the crowds and the gear," she said to him with a wink.

"Was. Might still be." Andy glanced over at Charlotte. "Alright, give it to her." The doctor put the headphones on her and checked to make sure she couldn't hear a thing anyone was saying. The white noise was cranked up as high as they could get it. As Charlotte put the capsule in her mouth, Andy dropped his shorts.

BD bit down on the capsule and let the serum flow into her mouth and Andy could see the light in her eyes bend and change. Her arms and legs started straining, and Andy could hear her muttering in a constant barrage of guttural Spanish. He made a mental commitment right there to learning the language as quick as he could, because he was pretty certain it might have been the hottest dirty talk he'd ever missed in his life. But even with that, he was having a hard time getting it up, with all the eyes in the room, even if nobody was looking his way.

But then he felt hands on his back. First, Aisling's, then Niko's and before he knew it, he could feel all his wives rubbing their hands on him, kissing him, moving him into place between BD's legs. "Go on, Andrew," Emily whispered into his ear. "She's waiting."

As soon as Andy's cock slipped inside of BD, he could tell he must've been leaking precum, because a shockwave rushed through not only him, but all the women around him. Those hands clinging onto him gripped him hard, and the symphony of moans practically overwhelmed him. He could feel their bodies swaying a little in the glow of the moment.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Sarah groaned.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Fiona mumbled, shaking her head, trying to clear it. "I can barely fucking stand..."

"That was much stronger than on our wedding night," Emily whined.

"No shit," Piper said. "I'm leaking like a busted fire hydrant."

"Faster, Andy," Niko insisted. "Give it to her."

"Please, Andy," Aisling said. "This... this is insane."

"We nae good at holdin' out, love," Moira said to him. "Jus' fuckin do it already!"

As much as Andy wanted to rush his mind towards the release, he couldn't. It wasn't that an orgasm wasn't coming - it was that it needed time to build. He almost felt like he was drawing power from all the bodies connected to his, their hands giving him gas to keep moving. His hips thrust his cock in and out of BD's pussy, and she was drenched, the amount of lubrication bringing the friction down and letting him keep the tempo methodical and rhythmic.

Each of his wives was slightly pushing and pulling on him, and he could almost feel like an electrical energy gathering around them, crackling underneath his skin. Andy noticed his vision was starting to darken, like the space around them was folding inward and he was becoming a singularity or a black hole or something like that.

All eight of them were breathing in unison, their bodies linked on what felt like a molecular level, in perfect synchronicity and harmony, a unified organism rather than eight people with eight bodies. Working together in concert to bring someone new into the fold, into the family.

Into the Team.

Stars moved. Eons passed. And yet, everything was transpiring in the blink of an eye, one millionth's millionth of a second. Nothing and everything, all at once. A bottomless sinkhole, only a micron or so deep. Now and never. Team Rook was birthing a new universe into existence.

Andy could move his head to look around, but noticed that everyone else was almost holding perfectly still, but then he realized, no, they were just moving incredibly slowly, and he was moving exceedingly fast, faster than he'd ever moved, faster than he'd even thought possible.

He could see Phil's eyes, and his vision naturally let him zoom in to see just how wide Phil's pupils were dilated, whatever information on the screen he was looking at shocking even him. But yet, as surprised as his friend seemed, he also didn't seem concerned.

So, Andy turned and looked elsewhere.

His eyes shifted and moved to focus on Jordan, who had a smile beaming across her face, one fist partially lifted, as if she was in the middle of pumping it in triumph, only to have been slowed down by the speed of Andy's perception.

Andy glanced at his wives, all clinging to him, and saw each of them had their eyes closed, and he tilted his head just a little as he realized he could see blue sparks of electrical energy dancing across the surface of their skins, only in small amounts near their feet, but the closer he looked to their arms, the denser the clouds of diffuse glow.

He looked down to see where their hands touched his flesh and saw them nearly completely engulfed in plumes of plasma and smoke, his body nearly completely obscured from his vision, a deep orange glow erupting from his body, filling the space around him.

"Oh," Andy said, almost as an afterthought.

The moment was starting to collapse, and so Andy turned his eyes up to look at BD, and he felt the universe starting to fall back into place, tiny flecks of reality slotting back where they were moments ago, his ears full of a whooshing sound that might have just been the blood rushing back to his brain.

His testicles drew up, pulling close to his groin, and his cock started to let loose a thick gusher of cum into BD but at a snail's pace, the universe still on slow motion. The speed accelerated at a blinding pace, though, as the sparks expanded, covering his entire field of vision, and he felt a euphoric joy suffusing his very existence.

Andy and the rest of Team Rook were being consumed by a supernova of orgasmic energy, one moment of being totally at peace with the universe, connected with all living things, adrift in the sea of spiritual nirvana, only to feel it spiraling down a funnel towards a spout, knowing that moment would pour himself back into his own body, and leave him still completely himself and yet, fundamentally changed on a level he might never truly understand.

Everything everywhere turned violet and began to fade to black.

The last thing before the nothingness enveloped him was, strangely enough, Ewan McGregor's voice, offering a simple...

Hello there.