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Prologue:

Oval Office, a few minutes after the events of chapter 1

President Donald Trump was not a patient man, especially now as he waited for Sean to arrive. One minute he had been in a meeting with the Joint Chiefs discussing strategy on the best way to defend and neutralise the inhabitancy of this mysterious new continent should they turn out to be hostile, the next the he was getting a myriad of reports ranging from a device had landed in the middle of the press conference to an envoy from the new continent had arrived with a message of good will, both of which ended with the statement “the Press Secretary was on his way to the Oval Office”.

“With all due respect Mr President, are you sure this is a good idea?” Asked a member of the President’s security detail, “we are in a very unusual situation, I understand that this could be a chance at first contact but if this is a ploy to try assassinate you…”

“We are not having this discussion again, I said that I will listen to what this being has to say and that’s what I’m going to do!” Donald retorted making damn sure that he was looking the Agent directly in the eye, the man in question looked to be in his early twenties with nicely trimmed black hair and hazel eyes.

Knowing he was fighting a losing battle the agent nodded in silence, about thirty minutes later the sound of a struggle was heard outside one of the Oval Offices doors and in a flurry of commotion Sean burst through the door holding Sparky followed by a pair of very irate agents holding a Giger Counter and a Gas Detection Meter. “Get those things out of my face! I assure you I pose no threat to the President, if the Arcadian government wanted to kill him they would have sent an Assassin model, not me!” said Sparky as the two agents tried to scan the Automaton with the detection equipment again. Donald seeing the little robot was in some measure of distress gave the men the order to stand down, “thankyou Mr. President, anyway Mr. Spicer can you please place me on the desk there? I hate to scratch up this nicely made furniture” Sparky politely requested to which Sean obliged, moments later with an approving nod from the President Sparky replayed the message this time without the fanfare, when the message finished Sparky turned to face Donald, “do you wish to send a reply?” he asked.

“Actually, I would rather have you set up two-way communication if you don’t mind” replied the President, with a happy chirp Sparky got to work contacting to the Archons office, the President marveling at the small machine as he watch Sparky’s optical diode change from a cool blue to a soft red then to an almost bright and inviting green.

“Hello? Varashira? Its Sparky, no I’m not calling because I found another one of those funny pictures with the words you so love” Sparky said to someone on the other end of the wireless communication, “I have some good news, the President of the United States has asked to talk directly to the Archon, can you patch me through?” Several moments passed with the little bot saying nothing but then there was a loud whoop “Thanks Vara I owe you one, ok Mr. President your live in three…two…one” a small arm extended from an equally small recess in his side, a red light on the arm flashed on, to Donald Trump the armature was most likely a small high resolution camera.

Just as with the Holographic message before a cone of light shone out from Sparky’s optical sensor however this time it was green, as cones diameter rose to the Presidents height an image of Archon Camulus Asteroth walked into view. “Greetings Mr. President, I am glad that one of your worlds leaders is willing to communicate with me, to tell you the truth I wasn’t expecting to be contacted so soon” the Lion morph said a little bit of surprise in his voice.

Donald smiled warmly “well I wanted to be able to show that I don’t fear the unknown, to that end you will need to meet with the rest of the world leaders and I know just where to do it” he replied.

The Lion Morph looked at him with a thoughtful glance, his right hand resting on his chin as he considered the proposal that was to come. Moments later he spoke, “very well what did you have in mind?”

Several weeks later, UN Building, New York City

Malcom Davis hated working with Jacob Mullins, the man was too full of himself, to gung-ho, to “trigger happy” yes that’s the word trigger happy, but the worst trait of the beryl southerner was the fact he was a massive racist with an inferiority complex that seemed to be linked with a high state of paranoia. Jacob had been working here for over two years and he strutted around the UN building like he owned the place, this had gotten more than a few complaints from the UN representatives but all the man seemed to get was a slap on the wrist and a few months docked pay, now on this day of all days Malcom found himself working the front security station with the man, and he was already seeing the warning signs that something was going to happen. It had been almost a month since the arrival of the new continent now known as Arcadia in the Pacific Ocean and three weeks since the Arcadian people had reached out to attempt first contact, now here he was waiting for the Arcadian delegation to arrive with a man that might cause a war.

“These guys are just as bad as the illegal immigrants coming over the border, first they will “integrate” then they will take our jobs, our women and our rights, you watch and see” said Jacob as he prepped the metal detectors and X-ray bag scanners for the incoming delegates, Malcom had mostly tuned out to Jacob’s rants trying to watch a live news feed showing the Arcading delegation’s motorcade as it made its way from JFK airport to the UN’s New York HQ, the pair of limos were approximately two minutes away now and Jacob just had to spout off again.

“Give it a rest Jacob, your ranting doesn’t change the fact that we are about one minute away from meeting people from another world, I may have less time working security here then you, but unlike you I know when to fucking shut up!” Malcom snapped back his eyes now burning holes through Jacob.

“Oh, you would say something like that would you Malcom” Jacob spat back, he was about to insult his more level-headed co-worker when he was interrupted by a female voice from behind him.

“Malcom has a point Jacob, the last thing we need is a man like you causing a diplomatic incident that ends up with us being wiped out” Vanessa Talbot said with a smirk, the newly appointed head of security was a small woman with long dark hair and brown eyes that seemed not too out of place seeing as she was part Vietnamese but she also had an air of both comfort and caring and stone cold ruthlessness at the same time. She walked up to Malcom and looked over his shoulder at the small LCD screen he was watching the news feed on. “How far away are we to show time?” she asked

“they’re just pulling up now” he replied turning to face her, “do you know who the delegates are?” he was shocked to find that the head of security was just as much in the dark as the rest of the security personnel. As he returned to the video feed he got his first glimpse of the delegates causing to look on in awe, the first was the Archon himself, the large Lion dwarfed most of the other human security that were assigned to him and the other delegates, the second was a male deer with an impressive looking set of antlers, the Buck looked to be at least a twelve pointer and like the Archon seemed to wear a similar style of outfit only his was a mottled green with gold trim and a large looking ceremonial dagger on hid belt.

“Holy crap! Look at the size of that guy!” came an exasperated voice from behind, Malcom looked to where his work colleague was pointing and gasped in response, the third delegate had just exited the vehicle and he was a monster. The massive Sault Water Crocodile was nearly seven feet tall, possibly eight with muscles that screamed “don’t fuck with me or your dead” he wore a set of Armor that looked both parade quality but also providing a great deal of protection and like his counterpart the deer he supported several weapons that looked ceremonial but also functional, it also made his whole demeaner more intimidating when he got out the Limo it was clearly visible that the change in weight made it rise up on its suspension, this guy’s weight was something else. A fourth passenger followed closely behind the Crocodile and it was apparent that this was most likely a fully self-aware AI, to Malcom the automaton looked like a Cylon Centurion from the 2004 TV series Battle Star Galactica but had more animalistic visual qualities, its head looked like that of a Feline with glowing blue optical sensors that scanned the large crowd of people that had congregated near the building in a vain hope to get a glimpse of the new oddities while its chassis supported a tail that swayed as if the machine was slightly annoyed.

With all the delegates from the Limo disembarked the car pulled away allowing for a second Limo to pull up. Just as before the doors opened but the occupants were completely different to the first, the first to exit was a lovely black female Equine, he mane was bradded with a set of small beads that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, the second was a Polar Bear also of Female gender who stood near the car door waiting for someone else to get out, the third was a brightly coloured Macaw morph who seemed to be more flamboyant then the rest. What caught Malcom attention the most was the fourth to exit the vehicle, unlike the others who seemed to be taller than the average human this delegate seemed to be shorter than the others and somewhat shier as well, the large ears that she held down over her face were a dead giveaway that this individual was a Rabbit morph of close resemblance of the character Judi Hopps from the movie Zootopia but lacking the confidence of the fictional character. Once the Rabbit was out of the car the Polar Bear quickly moved around to try and shelter the poor creature which Malcom surmised that this delegate was most likely skittish in nature and was now the main target for a possible incident, it didn’t help that upon seeing this individual he began to feel sorry for her and a little attracted, the only problem was that he couldn’t identify if “it” was a Male or a Female, he would get another chance once the Delegates arrived at the checkpoint.

“Keep your eyes on Floppsy over there, if there is an incident he or she will most likely be the victim” Venessa said softly to Malcom indicating the Rabbit morph on the screen then turned to the rest of the security staff, “Ok listen up people, the Delegates are entering the building and its our job to keep both the UN and them safe, I will not have any behaviour that would cause a scene and no going overboard with gung-ho shenanigans, DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR!” everyone gave a quick and sharp “Yes Ma’am” before turning to the task at hand.

The next few minutes passed without incident however to Venessa and Malcom it went by painfully slow, as the Delegates were led through the security checkpoint the feeling of impending dread continued to grow until the last two were to pass through. Malcom watched as the Pola Bear Morph said something to the Rabbit then proceeded to walk through the metal detector, this gave the human a good look at Rabbit and what he saw took his breath away, she had grey fur with snow white patches in some places and eyes that seemed to sparkle as she looked on nervously. Once the Pola Bear was through she turned and beckoned the Rabbit through however as she moved under the arch of the detector the sensors suddenly went off, in almost slow motion Malcom watched as Jacob walked up and with an arrogant smirk on his face began to ask her to step back, the Pola Bear walked forward to attempt to reassure the now panicking Rabbit morph but Jacob ordered some of the other security guards to prevent this from happening, even Vanessa’s counter orders were being ignored and from the looks of it the Crocodile was now moving in with the full intent on clearing the way to get at Malcom’s self-righteous work colleague.

In a flash Malcom was up and vaulting over the dividers that protected his post from whoever was on the other side of the checkpoint, he landed on his feet and ran to the side of the Rabbit Morph and gently pulled her in to a comforting embrace. “Hey, its all right, no one here is going to hurt you, the machine isn’t going to hurt you” he said softly, with almost the speed of an angry Viper Malcom shot a death glare at Jacob who had now stopped in his tracks, it also dawned on him that the other Delegates were now also watching him in amazement, “Stand down Jacob McKenzie, I had some experience with animas that get frightened easily so let me handle this” he said to his Co-worker with venom in his words.

The Rabbit looked up at the Human now holding her and tried to pull away, however she soon realised that she was in no real danger and slowly relaxed, the Human turned his gaze back at her and she found herself mesmerised by a look not of anger or malicious intent but of compassion and worry, “who, who are you?” she asked in a soft tone.

“My name is Malcom Davis, I work as member of security here, but you have nothing to worry about, I’m here to help” the Human replied. He turned her so she faced the scanner again however he placed himself between her and the machine, she watched as Malcom slowly removed a series of objects from his belt and pockets and placed them in a tray, one of which was a side arm of some kind. “This scanner detects metal objects that may be concealed” he continued indicating first to the Arch then to the trays “if you are wearing anything that would set it off it must be removed and placed into one of these trays”.

The Rabbit hesitated for a bit before reaching into her robes producing what could only be described as a Holy Symbol, she slowly pulled it off and handed it to Malcom gently took it in his hands. He said something about being a beautiful piece of jewellery before putting it in the same tray as his gear but all she could do was stair at him unsure of what was coming next but if she was going to make the next step she was going to have to trust in him. Eventually the time came to try and go through the arch again, Malcom sent the tray through the X-ray machine then turned back to her and instructed her to keep her eyes on his, all the while saying calming words. Before she knew it she was on the other side of the detector standing at the other end of the conveyer-belt, she blinked a few times then pinched herself to see if she wasn’t dreaming then ran to meet the others who were still gawking. “I’m sorry Sirasy, I got overwhelmed and I…” she said sobbing slightly before the Polar Bear brought her in for a bug hug disturbing her train of thought, after a bit she turned back to see Malcom walking back over to her with her Holy Symbol.

“I believe this is yours Miss…” he said holding it out to her, she was about to take it back when he said something that made her pulse quicken and the heat rise inside her. It was a little thing but it was clear he wasn’t doing this out of trying to gain favor, no he was doing this in ignorance and that spoke words, he had no idea on how she could interoperate this but he seemed to genuinely want to do this, “please, may I?” were the words that would resonate with her for the rest of her days and with a nod allowed him to place the Symbol around her neck just as one would do when courting someone from her religion.

“Soratha, my name is Soratha” she replied holding one of her ears in a way that implies that she was a nerves school girl meeting her crush.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Soratha, if you need anything just let me know ok?” Malcom replied, Soratha nodded and began to walk back to the Archon, Sirasy gave her thanks and followed making sure to give those who were intending to handle the situation with force a glare that would make them think twice the next time. Malcom was still watching Soratha when he felt a large slap on the back, he turned around and was surprised to see the Crock morph standing next to him laughing.

“Nice going human, but I would advise you to watch your etiquette around Soratha though, her religion sees the action you did with her necklace as a courtship ritual” the Crock said, Malcom looked at him but he didn’t show any signs of shock or nerves anger, it seemed to the Crock that this human ether knew what he was getting into or he was just working off of instinct, “My name is Gurnard, and I would like to talk to you one on one at some point”, Malcom nodded in reply then walked off to talk to Vanessa and the Archon.

Some hours later, Vanessa’s office.

Malcom pressed the ice pack to his head feeling the pain throb more intensely, he had been on his way to Vanessa’s office to have a talk with the Crocodile morph named Gurnard when he was unceremoniously jumped by Jacob and a couple of his close buddies, dragged him into one of the men’s bathroom and began to give him a pummelling all the while Jacob spat slurs and other hateful things along with why Malcom should have just let him do what needed to be done instead of jumping in and being the god damned hero. Malcom’s injuries would have been worse if it weren’t for the automaton who was called herself Delta 34779 or Delilah as some of the other envoys called her located him through scanning. Gurnard was quick to respond and now here he was, sitting in Vanessa’s office while a Paramedic was looking him over for a concussion, he looked over at Jacob who was sitting cuffed in a second chair on the far side of the office with Delilah standing next to him with her arm on his shoulder.

“Do you know what you have done? Your actions have made me look very hard on your performance and to be fare Jacob you have crossed the line this time!” Vanessa yelled while pacing back and forth, “not only did you not follow my instructions but you’re prideful, arrogant and downright insubordinate mind set almost sparked a political incident, then after it was averted by the actions of a fellow security officer you went with your friends and assaulted said officer in an attempt to what?! Vent?! Teach him that you’re the top dog?! Make him regret stealing the spot light?! You’re lucky he isn’t in the mood to press charges but as soon as he gets the all clear he will certainly be considering it!”

Jacob just sat there in silence, a glare that could melt even the sturdiest of metal in his eyes as he was chewed out. Once Vanessa had stopped and asked for an explanation all he said was “I am a proud American, I do my duty as a citizen and I will be damned if some too bit alien waltzes in here and tries to push their agenda on me or any other people, I see the writing on the wall and it is clear that these “things” will stop at nothing to destroy what we hold dear”.

“You don’t know that, and yet you do it anyway so the only logical choice is to have your mind whipped and re-educated” Delilah said, her feminine voice buzzed slightly as her vocal processor translated her vocabulary into something humans could understand. “However, this would be against the wishes of the United Nations and the United States of America so I leave it up to your kind to pass judgment and punishment for this crime”.

“I agree with that” Malcom said wincing in pain as the paramedic checked his side, it seemed that Jacob and his goons must have fractured one of his ribs. “And to that end I will be pressing charges, Vanessa, I want it on record that I was acting under your instructions to watch for trouble and then acted accordingly, but due to Jacob’s ego he believed it merited assault. I will give a full statement and am willing to testify in court.”

Vanessa nodded them walked over to the door, with a quick motion she opened it to reveal two NYPD officers who promptly took him away, “now that’s taken care of” she paused for a bit before addressing Malcom again, “before you ask Malcom, yes those two officers were in the building at the time as extra security. They will need to take a statement from you after, for now I think Mr Gurnard wanted to discuss something with you” with that Delilah waked out of the office followed by the paramedic who advised Malcom to head to the Hospital as soon as he was done, a moment later the hulking form Gurnard entered, he had to duck to get through the frame but he didn’t mind.

“You wanted to talk sir? Well here I am!” Malcom said with a little cheer but then winced again as another twinge of pain shot through him, “I wanted to thank you for helping me when you did, if it weren’t for you and Delilah I would be in a hospital bed in a coma right now”.

“Think nothing of it, we do what we can for our own” Gurnard replied, that caught Malcom off guard, what did he mean by that? “Let me explain, part of my job on the envoy team is to locate those who have the traits and potential to bring on board and become part of the security team. I feel you have what it takes” he pulled out what looked to be a pad from a pocket in his uniform, it was the size of a smart phone and twice as thin. When Malcom took the pad a holographic screen activated revealing a very detailed job offer and work contract.

He read over the documents with a keen eye making sure to understand every claws, when he was ready he looked up at the Croc and smiled, “I have one question Gurnard, how do you sign your name on this thing?”

Alodi City, Arcadia, December 31 2018, time till midnight: 4 hours 15 minutes

Malcom lay on the outdoor recliner looking out over the city of Alodi, the city had been turned into one big count down clock with many buildings showing changing colours as they slowly counted down to midnight however even though it was beautiful he was more focused on what was going on in his present vicinity. His now mate Soratha stood behind him as naked as he was as she looked down at him and the two pantheresses going to town on his hard cock, being a follower of Arcadias religious sect worshiping the goddess of Fertility and lust these sorts of parties were going to be common but he had no idea how much he would enjoy it. He was getting close now but thanks to the extract he had taken earlier in the night he would be good to go when the final countdown starts, for now he was doing his best not to blow his load but it was a losing battle.

“You want to cum my love?” Soratha said leaning over him and smiling, “You want to make those two little kittens go from black to white as you mark them for your harem? Because I know they want you to but something is bothering me, you know what that is?”

Malcom shook his head and moaned, he needed to cum but something was holding him back, something in the back of his mind. “I…I…I think I do” he answered through gritted teeth. “I have a fear, a fear of making you jealous, to stuff up a good marriage and…and” he trailed off as a wave of pleasure washed over him as one of the Pantheresses took his member deep in her throat but he was able to hold on just.

“Is that all? You’re worried that having more than one mate would make me become jealous? Well you don’t have to worry, those that choose the same mate become sisters and will gladly share, so don’t worry, let yourself go, cum for us” that last three words was all he needed, with a loud moan he tipped over the edge shooting rope after rope of thick jizz over the two Pantheresses. The two girls also began to moan as they rubbed his cum into their fur making sure his scent was all over them.

Basking in the afterglow Malcom smiled, he slowly opened his eyes to see Soratha was now straddling him, she moved in and gave him a deep kiss while the two Pantheresses moved up and began to caress her breasts. She pulled away slowly then turned to the Pantheress to her right, she began to make out with her while the one on the left moved in to kiss him this was repeated with the right pantheress, when he felt the strength in his legs coming back he then stood up then walked over to a table not far from the deck chair. With a careful hand he picked up the three long stemmed glasses filled with a bubbling alcoholic drink and handed one to each of the girls before taking one for his own, he razed the glass and said in toast “To the future, may we Humans and Arcadians live and learn and prosper from each other”, with one felt motion Malcom and the girls all drank, as he looked at the three naked Morphs he couldn’t help but chuckle, he had come a long way from his early years but he knew his future was going to be bright, with a smile he placed the glass down and began to stoke himself to full mast, with a grin he looked toward the girls who were now massaging and caressing each other and said “now it’s time to make sure that all three of you begin the new year good and pregnant”.

The End