The Visitors - Chapter 4
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The Visitors
The Visitors - Chapter 4 - I got my money doing... WHAT?!?
This story is © 2002, 2003 by Christian Schimkowitsch.
Stanley, Nicolle and Melanie are © by Christian Schimkowitsch.
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For a long time I just sat there, staring at the screen. My thoughts were swirling madly. Then I shook my head "I'd better make sure that the money in my account is really worth as much as I think it is." and went back to checking prices. But no matter how I looked at it, the money did not get worth any less. I was filthy stinking rich.
Finally I decided that I could not put off calling Melanie and Nicolle any longer. I quickly found out how to do call them and after a moment's hesitation I did.
A few seconds later Nicolle's face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Stan. How are you?" For a moment I wondered why her face was turned sideways until I saw that she was in bed and lying on her side. She was not wearing anything and I could not help but wonder how much bigger her belly could get without exploding. I felt warm all over when she smiled at me.
"All right, Nicolle. Well, kind of. I'm not really sure."
"What's the problem?"
Before I could answer, Melanie appeared on the screen as well "Hi, lover boy." They both bounced a few times on the apparently very soft bed when she lay down.
"Hello, Melanie." I answered as I considered them. They were both grinning. "I found my way to the online banking site. I nearly fainted when I saw the balance on my account. How did all that money get there?"
"I transferred it there. But that should be rather obvious." Melanie gave me one of her infuriating grins "Even to a male like you, who carries his brains in his pants."
"I love you too. No, I mean... How did you have so much money in the first place? Did you rob a bank? Are you dealing in drugs or whatever?"
"Naaah. No bank would have that much money on paw. Besides we hardly use cash any more. No, that money was earned honestly."
"But... that's a huge amount of money. How could you earn that much? And why did you transfer all your money to my account?"
Melanie began to inspect her claws. After a few moments she answered "Yes, it's a pretty nice sum. But that's not nearly all of our money. We both have quite a bit more than that in our own accounts."
"What? You have even more? Still, why give that much to me?"
"Because it is yours."
" What?"
"All that money belongs to you. Up to now we held it in trust for you, but it is yours. So, since you are now here, we could finally give it to you."
"But..." I stared at them and opened my mouth. And closed it again, unsure what to say. Finally I managed to ask " How? How could I earn money when I was not even here?" They both grinned at me without saying anything. "Don't tell me that were my stud fees for getting you pregnant."
At that they both laughed out loudly. When they had calmed down enough to speak, Nicolle said "Not quite. But close."
I stared at her and felt my cheeks begin to heat up. I stammered " What?"
"Actually, the money is from royalties."
"What?"
Nicolle grinned at me and said "I'm sorry, but we have not been completely honest with you." The remorse she showed was quite clearly faked, though. She waited for me to say anything, but when I did not, she went on "Our implants have quite a bit more functions than just medical ones."
"Ummm..."
Melanie said "They also have a holographic storage system that is linked to our senses."
I stared at them (not that I had been doing a lot else in the last few minutes) and asked "You recorded what... we did in bed together? The sex we had?"
"Yes. And I am really glad that we did it. I'm glad I did. This has helped us a lot during the last few weeks while we had to wait until we could contact you. I really missed you. Being able to relive the time with you helped me get through the long and lonely time until I could be together with you again."
I stared at her. Stared at them. I did not know what to say. On the one hand they had just paid me a big compliment. On the other hand... "But what does that have to do with all that money..." Suddenly all my blood rushed into my head. Mainly into the area right under the skin. My face must have been redder than a tomato as I began to realize what might have happened. " You... You sold that?!? All kinds of people have been watching us fuck? Are you crazy!?!" I screamed as my embarrassment gave way to rage.
They were silent for a moment before Nicolle answered "Yes, we did."
I stared at them, suddenly unable to speak.
After a few moments she went on "We actually had a contract to sell the recordings of our travels before we even set out. We never imagined that we would sell a lot of those, but for some reason they became something of a hit."
"So you had the contract and so you had to show us screwing around to the whole wide world."
"Actually, no. The contract excluded 'intimate scenes' and all those were cut from the released vids."
"The film of the week with me must have been rather short, then." (In case that was not obvious, my voice was dripping with sarcasm.)
"Yes. Actually, they decided not to release that episode at all."
"So, what happened."
"Well, of course there were some hints in the earlier episodes that there had to be another episode. We kept getting more and more requests to publish that as well. And since the earlier episodes were selling rather well... we got an offer that was just too good to pass up..."
"So you decided to release it as a porn flick."
"Sort of, yes. And it became kind of popular as well."
"'Kind of?' What are we talking about? With that amount of money in my account, every fur on this planet must have bought a copy. And another one for his mother." (Dripping with sarcasm.)
"No. Well, not quite. According to the latest numbers, some 500 millions furs have seen at least one of the episodes."
"Great. Just fucking great. No wonder all the furs I have met here gave me such smug knowing looks. Is there anyone among the medical staff here who has not seen me in more intimate detail than her own mate?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Great. At least I'll be able to afford that full-body paper bag so I can go out into the street without having half the furs stare at me and snicker."
"Stan, please! It's not that bad! Sure, a lot of furs know about us, but... They don't look down on us. Or you, for that matter. We are rich and famous after all."
"Yeah. I can just see it. The president will invite us to some fancy reception and I'll be introduced as 'The most popular porn star of the last century'. Fucking great!"
"Ummm, well..."
"Did I at least get some fancy award for this? The 'Golden Dick'? Or something like that?" (The sarcasm was not dripping any more, it was pouring down.)
"Well, actually, yes."
" F-U-K-I-N-G great! I follow you here and find that you bitches have totally ruined my life. I'll be a laughingstock no matter where I go now."
"Stan, please..."
"I'm sure there are some laws against this kind of thing. Publishing intimate scenes without my consent. I'll sue you for the mental anguish and for ruining my reputation. That should be worth a lot."
"Please, Stan." Nicolle pleaded "If you want a few more millions, that is not a problem, but please don't drag this out into the open. And you won't get any court to make us pay much more than that."
" Arrrgh! Yes, of course. Selling our intimate moments got you rich enough to afford paying that kind of money out of your pocket cash. Well, I'm rich enough to afford a kick-ass lawyer who will find something that puts you bitches in the slammer for a good long time. I'll really enjoy watching your asses rot in jail. See you in court, bitches."
" Stan!" Melanie's suddenly icy voice cut through my red haze like a jet of high-pressure water. "Listen to me for a moment. We are both rich and famous. Several thousand males have offered to marry me. And not a few females as well. Same for Nicolle. We could have just left you on your home world and kept your share of the proceeds from the film rights. And yet we went to considerable lengths to bring you here. If we had not done published the recordings, we would never have had the money to bring you here. You are richer than you could ever have hoped to be, you have two femmes who love you. And what do you do? You threaten to have us thrown into jail." She fell silent for a moment, but I could not think of anything to say. "Tell me, Stan, do you want your own kits to draw their first breath inside a jail cell? Good bye." With that she cut the connection and the screen went dark.
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I stared at the dark screen for who knows how long, unable to even think coherently. Trust a female to know how to gut-punch a male verbally. Actually it felt more like a Kung-fu kick to a male's most sensitive parts. It took a long while before I could form my first half-way coherent thought " Crap!"
"Fucking great. Now I have managed to totally offend my future mates. If they ever forgive me, that is. What now?"
I continued staring at the blank screen "Think, Stan. Do you still want the two femmes? The ones who are carrying your children right now? Even after they turned you into a porn star?"
"I do. As much as I did before I found out about this. Besides, my '_second brain' has made up his mind. And he's pretty insistent about his demands..._"
"They played you for a sucker, can you ever forgive them?"
"I will have to, won't I?"
"But they ruined your life. How can you?"
"Was what they did to me really that bad?" I thought about it. "I'm rich, rich enough that I'll be able to live like a king on the interest alone. I won't even have to work." I grimaced "Good thing, too. Not that I would have been able to, after this." Trying to find something positive about the situation, I could not help but snicker at the thought "Freelance computer consultant. If I was doing that, I'm sure every time I showed up somewhere, someone would ask me if I brought my 'Hard drive'." *Snicker*
"I'm sure all the medical personal here have watched all this at least a dozen times. How can you even look them in the eye when they call you for your next examination?"
"Hmmm. I'm sure that nurse has watched that as often as anyone. Maybe Nicolle and Melanie also talked to her privately, but I'm sure she watched our porn flicks as well." I stared off into space for a while "Actually, knowing that Bonnie got pregnant because of it makes me feel a lot better about it. In a way it is kind of sweet."
"But you'll still be the laughingstock of the nation..."
"Only if I want to." Looking at it like this made me feel a little better "I'll not have to look at the positive side. How many males have thought '_I'm in love and I want to tell the whole world about it.'? I did and made a lot of money out of it. Sure, half the furs I'm going to meet will have watched me fuck my brains out with two gorgeous females. But I'll be the one who has actually done it, not the one who has wished he could have been there instead of me. I'll be the one who'll do that again. And again._"
"Provided you find a way to pull the foot out of your mouth, that is. You really offended them, you know."
"I know. I'll have to apologize to them. Whoever said that femmes always have to have the last word was wrong. They are perfectly willing to let the male have the last word, provided it is something on the lines of '_I'm sorry, darling. I was an idiot. Can you ever forgive me? Please!'_"
"Not quite. They'll still have the last word, either '_Yes, love, I forgive you.' Or 'Fuck off, you creep.'_"
"Better apologize before they get really angry with me." I punched the keys to call the femmes. The screen stayed blank for a few seconds, then it displayed a message. My heart sank like lead as I read it "You have been blacklisted. If you try to call this number again, this will be constructed as harassment and the police will be informed."
"Fantastic. I'm have not been here for three days and I have already managed to offend Melanie and Nicolle so much they won't even let me talk to them." I put my face in my hands and wept.
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I don't remember how long I sat like that, but after what seemed like forever, I finally got up, found some tissues and began to consider my options.
"Some points are clear: What they have done has not been very considerate of my feelings. But I am the one who flew off the handle and who offended them terribly. I have to apologize to them. But how, when I can not even call them?"
"I wonder if I can buy them a present and have it sent to them?"
"I do have plenty of money, but how do I go about ordering something. And am I even allowed to have something brought here? Who can I ask?"
"Bonnie."
My face heated up at the thought of talking to her, now that I was sure that she had seen whatever Melanie and Nicolle had made out of their recordings of our time together. I pondered this for a few minutes, but finally I decided that I could talk to her. I took a few deep breaths and pressed the buttons to call her.
A few moments later the screen lit up "Hello, Stan. Hmmm, are you blushing?" She grinned at my obvious discomfort "Did you find out that you were rich? And where the money came from?"
"Ummm, yes."
"Well, good for you."
"I have a problem and I need your help."
"Of course. I'm here to help you adjust and... after what you three did to help me..." Bonnie put her paws on her belly.
I blushed even harder at that "I... When Melanie and Nicolle told me that they had recorded out time together and published the recordings, I grew angry. Really angry. Actually... more like stark raving mad. And I said some things... I really offended them... Hurt them..."
"Well, call them and apologize."
"I can't."
"You'll have to."
"No, it's not that I have not tried. But they have 'blacklisted' me. If I call them again, the police will nab me for harassment."
"Ouchie... You must have really pissed them off for them to do that."
"I figured as much. Here's what I told them:" I gave Bonnie a short account of my conversation with Melanie and Nicolle at that point.
"Well, what do you think."
"Hmmm. I'd say up to your knee."
"Huh?"
"How far you put your foot into your mouth."
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Do you think they'll ever forgive me?"
"Before they brought you here, they told me that they were afraid that you would get angry when you found out about this. You went quite a bit further than they thought you would, but still I guess they will forgive you. Eventually. If you grovel real nice."
"You really think so?"
"Yes. You hurt them real good, but after the trouble they went through to bring you here, I'm quite sure they'll give you a chance to make amends."
"I really hope so. Hmmm, do you know if I can have some flowers sent to them or something?"
"Sure. There is no problem bringing things into the quarantine station."
"Can you show me how to order them?"
"Sure." After a moment her picture shrank into a corner of the screen. "Here is what you do. This is the link to a store that delivers things to here. Click on it."
I ordered two rather large bouquets of roses with cards that said "I'm sorry, Melanie/Nicolle that I overreacted so badly. I love you. Please forgive me. Stan."
Then Bonnie showed me how to set up a watch on their number, so that I would be notified if or when they took me off the blacklist. Having done what I could for the moment, I thanked Bonnie and went to bed. Sleep did not come easy, though.