Overclocked -Ch7- (Patreon)

Wrench and the rest of his Hab-mates were all emptied into the Hab.

There was some bangs that resounded throughout the Hab as well. Wrench suspected that Goodie was quickly offloading everything she’d picked up into the Hab in the loading areas.

Places he’d have to go retrieve everything from.

“It’s so big,” murmured one of the Deme he’d picked up. “I love it. We’ll need to clean it up a bit but it’s wonderful. It’s open and pretty and… and… we don’t have to live in this either, do we?”

“No, there’s pens in the backrooms. We’ll have to clean all that up as well,” Wrench muttered, looking to the Hab glass. The moss he’d seen was already quickly turning a pale brown.

It was dying off rather quickly now that he’d fixed the mixture in the air.

“You’re the only Fixer and the only male?” asked one of the Hume from Dusky’s cousin’s School.

“Yeap,” Wrench attested to. He reached out and ran a finger along the moss. It came off easily and fell to the ground. The glass beneaht it was clear, clean, and perfect.

There was no lasting issues it would seem once the moss was cleared. He’d likely need to get out here with a wide bladed scraper and just make a few laps back and forth.

“This is lovely,” whispered a woman with the brightest red hair he’d ever seen before. “I’m so happy to be here. So happy. And we can all make one big School and break into little Schools. Then rejoin and splinter back out later.”

“Right? We can totally do that. Exciting! We can even run around and wander about. Maybe… maybe we should try to keep our numbers down so there’s more room for us?” asked another.

Wrench wasn’t really looking at them now, though he was listening in. He was currently crouched down near where the glass met the base of the hab. From his exploration he’d found this was actually the base of the Hab. They were standing on the floor covering which did have a sub floor, that drained into a pan. From there it all was set up at a very gentle slope to drain off to Reclamation.

Past this point however, there was no seal. It was solid from here down. This was where the seal had to be maintained at the juncture.

No knife yet.

Well… hopefully Goodie got me some tools. I hope so, at least.

That or I’m going to have to really dig into the Fabrication. See if I can’t have them made myself.

Given that it looked like I could have nearly anything made I needed, that’s not really outside of the realm of possibility. Easily make my own tools.

Just need the materials to feed the machine.

Lifting his head up, Wrench looked to the School-Humes.

They were all gathered around one another and chatting happily. All of them paired up in groups of twos and threes from all the different Schools. Smiles one and all and clearly quickly forming a new larger School together.

Dusky was right in the middle of it, talking with them all as if she were no different than them.

In a School, they don’t elevate themselves over the others. Their mentality is so very unique to them.

Wonderful if you can get them to include you into their School, terrible if you become an enemy of their School. I’ll have to make sure I keep them happy.

Standing up, Wrench sniffed at the air.

It felt and smelt fresh and clean. Exactly as Hab air should be.

I should go look at those Environmental controls. I wonder what they have there. Really didn’t look.

Was somewhat in a rush.

Wrench hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the School.

The closest members looked his way curiously at his approach. He waited for the current speakers to finish talking though before he did anything.

He’d thankfully learned School etiquette from Freckles in his past-life.

Once they’d all noticed him, finished whatever conversation they’d been having, and looked to him, he felt they’d “addressed him” and he could speak.

“Ladies, I’m going to head into the ducts and get some work done. See what Goodie provided us as well. Need to get our food sorted out after all since I’m the impromptu Admini,” Wrench explained. He said it all with a wide smile and using his hands to make small movements. Even making sure to gesture in the direction of the ducts location. All things he’d noted that School-Hume’s tended to do. “I just really wanted to make sure I let you all know where I was going as you’re my School. I wanted to make sure I included you and shared my location.”

His sudden speech had hit the right note and chord.

Hit it hard, in fact.

The entirety of the School was one big smile, staring at him. One and all they’d shifted as well. Their postures were now facing him and more than a few had come up around his sides. Pulling him into the blob rather than being on the outside of it.

“Awww, thank you, Wrench,” said the small Deme, reaching out to touch his wrist as she spoke. “We’re very appreciative of you letting your School know.”

“Yes, yes, thank you, Wrench. We’ve never had a Fixer in our School. I’m really looking forward to the stories you’ll tell us,” said someone else.

“Oh yes. I really wanna hear Fixer stories,” Dusky agreed, looking to her cousin. “Don’t you think so?”

Jitter bobbed her head quickly. Shifted her weight from foot to foot, smiled, and then laughed.

“Oh my gosh yes. I can’t wait for Fixer stories,” declared the slim version of Dusky. She reached out and wrapped an arm aroudn who Wrench was fairly certain was Sparkle, but he wasn’t sure. “Speaking of, let’s help our School-Fixer! We should go start working on the pens!

“We can’t let him do all the work himself. That’d be awful. We can go get everything nice and ready while he gets other things set up.”

“Okay!” said several of the women in agreement while others nodded their heads quickly.

“Let’s go!” declared the red-head. She grabbed Wrench by the arm and began pulling him off, the entirety of the School falling in behind them. Heading straight for the pens and the duct.

“We’ll walk Wrench to work!” called yet someone else.

“Oh I love that idea. Let’s always walk our School-Fixer to work. So he never feels like he’s leaving alone,” Jitter suggested.

“Yes, yes! That! I love it!” Dusky agreed quickly.

The conversation quickly turned away from that and veered into the idea of being a Fixer and what that might mean. That at some point, they’d all like to go to work with him just to learn a little bit of what he does for their School.

When they reached the duct, they surrounded him quickly and stuck close to him as the door opened. They remained crowded around right up until he passed to the other side.

“We’ll work on our pens,” Dusky promised with a wave of her hand. “Thank you for being our Fixer!”

Rapid head nods and smiles along with waved hands bade him farewell as the doors closed.

“Thank you, Wrench!” one of them shouted from the other side after the doors had fully shut. The cry was quickly picked up by the others, followed by a general chattering noise.

“Schools are weird but… hey… we’re part of their School now,” muttered Wrench. Turning he head off for the Loading Bay. He wanted to see what Goodie had got for him. “On second thought… taking a few from that School and having them help me back here could be good. Being School-Hume they’d be loyal to me first and foremost, rather than anyone else. Not even Admini.”

An odd thought popped into his head.

Wrench knew first hand that School-Humes would be nasty to anyone they perceived as an enemy. To the point that they would fake even being friendly with them.

At some point in the future, he’d need to go to the Security room and spy on them a bit.

It sounded petty even in his thoughts, but he needed to know what they actually thought. He’d have to provoke a conversation somehow, leave, and have it automatically record whatever was said while he wasn’t there.

Reaching the Loading Bay Wrench stopped just inside of it. The lights had already been on and he was rather shocked by what he found.

From one wall, to the other, it was filled.

Filled to bursting with endless amounts of packed materials and goods.

Much of it would more than likely be food, but he could already tell there was also furniture in there. As well as a slew of other packages that weren’t labeled in any way.

“Alright… I uh… I think I need the School to help me,” he mumbled, then sighed. There was no way he could get through all of this on his own. “For now… let’s take the inventory, log it all into the system, and start there. We don’t have to unpack all of it right now, but we do need to figure out if there’s anything in there that’ll go bad.

“After that, unpack what we need, as we need it. Or just what would be the most useful thing to unpack next.

“If there’s too much… if there’s no way to get it all unloaded without help, we’ll just go ask the School. They won’t mind much, I think? Maybe.

“Freckles always hated manual labor. Hated it to the point that she’d cry bitterly about it. She often mentioned that it wasn’t just her who felt that way.”

Chewing at his lip, Wrench couldn’t dislodge the thought that School-Hume were really just there to be looked at. Maybe not as much as Solos, but pretty damn close.

Brawlers and Fixers do all the manual labor.

If Goodie doesn’t want any other males, and no Brawlers… that leaves female Fixers. Or a female Brawler that won’t try to fight me for control?

Damn.

This is more complicated than I thought.

Sighing, Wrench walked over to the closest package, took the shipping manifest, and began going through it.

He had a job to get to.

No sooner than he was done with getting everything into the system, he’d have to go adjust the oxygen balance as well. The job list felt like it was only going to grow, too.

When he got to the bottom of the met-ape, Wrench paused.

He re-read the company that was listed there.

Then re-read it again for the third time.

WHFH was written there on an oddly shaped seal symbol.

“That was… that was the Wellfare and Health Foundation for Hume’s,” Wrench whispered and slowly nodded his head. “That’s why they were all unique and gorgeous. Seemingly intelligent so far and well disposed to the situation.

“They’re all nearly the damn peak of their breed and are all completely certified. Each one of them is worth thirty or forty of me. Ridiculous. And they’re all here for me because… because Goodie likes me.”

Taking in a slow breath, then letting it out, Wrench felt very odd about all of this. This was too good to be tru if he was thinking about it logically.

Shaking his head, he set to work.

***

Exiting the ducts, Wrench let out a long and heavy sigh. He’d been elbow deep in packages right up until a few minutes ago. Which he spent configuring the controls to account for the headcount shift from one person, to twenty.

Looking to the pens, he rubbed one hand at his face as he entered. He couldn’t hear anyone talking, or the sounds of much of anything.

He’d known it was late, but he hadn’t expected everyoen to already be asleep.

Must’ve lost track of the time.

Damn.

Entering the cafeteria he found it was orderly, clean, and arranged for use.

When he’d been here before by himself, it’d been a right mess.

Moving to the food dispenser, a larger multi-button affair that held the current menu available to a Hume, he then saw that there were stacked trays to one side of the sink.

They’d all been cleaned and neatly organized by type and sized, all for them to be sanitized later he imagined. The silverware was also cleaned and set in groups.

Nice.

I don’t have to clean anything at all. They took care of it.

I’ll have to thank them. Makes it easier on me.

Yawning, Wrench looked to the dispenser and hit the button for a simple oat bar. It’d be enough to fill his stomach and get him through till breakfast in the morning.

He didn’t really want to deal with more right now.

Grabbing the food as it hit the exit chute he immediately took a bite and went back into the hall. Looking back and forth he finally remembered which way his pen should be.

They’d all been assigned by the Hab system somehow, at some point. Likely reading the implanted chips in everyone’s heads as they entered.

Wrench had been given the best room in the Hab through no choice of his own. It’d been assigned to him for reasons he wasn’t quite sure of.

Popping the rest of the oat bar into his mouth he chewed at it as he looked to a nearby door. Listening briefly he heard nothing at all.

All was still and silent.

Walking in the direction his room should be he spotted his door rather quickly.

Reaching it he swallowed, opened the door, and entered.

Stopping just inside he found Dusky humming quietly to herself. She was arranging the comforter on the bed. The rest of the room had been cleaned and arranged as best as it could. There was a need for furniture that he wasn’t sure would be solved with what Goodie had gotten for them.

“Ah! Wrench! Welcome home,” Dusky said with a chipper smile. “Thank you for working so hard. I wasn’t honestly sure when you’d get here so I’ve just kept myself busy. Lots to do to make this Hab a home for all of us.

“That and you wouldn’t believe how fun it actually is to get to arrange everything. We raided all the rooms, divided up the furniture, then had dinner.

“Thank you again for getting the dispenser set up and running for us. It was quite nice of you, and to have a warm meal with everyone, given I’m sure you were rather busy.

“After that we just all retired to our pens and started working on them. Getting them ready and such.

“I did get a pen assigned to myself, but I assumed I’d be here with you rather than there. So I arranged it and set it up but that was it. That’s my agreement to be your woman after-all for being allowed to be here.

“I’ll be absolutely honest and frank toward my feelings for the situation. I have no complains what-so-ever with the Hab. With anything about the Hab, in fact. It obviously needs work, but that’s nothing new or terrible. The rewards for making it our own, for repairing it and managing it, are clearly large. Even if we never got a new Hab from here on out, this one could easily maintain us for several generations.”

As Dusky spoke, she’d arranged the pillows on the bed, adjusted the comforter, then went off to a dresser. Opening a drawer and peering into it as she spoke.

“Err… good. I’m glad to hear it. Wanted to make it as easy for you all as I could,” Wrench explained. “I know we don’t get a choice in where we go after we’re sent off, but I can at least make the best of it for you as I can.”

“And you have! It’s quite nice and much more pleasant than expected already. Now, let’s formalize our relationship,” Dusky declared and then pulled her arm through the shoulder of her delicate and pretty dress. In a few quick movements she’d let it fall away from her torso and pool around her feet.

Picking it up she gently laid it in the dresser drawer, watching him out of the corner of her eye with a nervous look.

Then she turned to face him, she gave him a rather attractive view of herself and a nervous smile.

Across her lower abdomen, practically atop her pubic mound, was the WHFH logo’s breeding credentials tattooed on her skin. Wrench didn’t know what that tatoo truly meant, but he suspected it was there and signifying Dusky was at the peak of her pedigree.

That there was a long line of genetic traits, ancestors, and expected outcomes for her.

Next to that was the symbol that meant she was a valid breeder and could get pregnant.

There were two other things tatooed on her, but Wrench didn’t know what either of them meant.

She was a beautiful woman and Wrench couldn’t help his completely physical response to her.

A drastic and sudden hardening in his pants.

Dusky didn’t wait any longer and instead crossed the distance to him. She came right up to him, put her hands on his hips, and kissed him. Her lips were warm and soft against his own.

She tilted her head partially to the side and opened her mouth.

Wrench understood the invitation she was presenting him with and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her own meeting his eagerly and melding against it.

Standing there, Dusky kissed him with her hands resting against his hips.

Unable to help himself, Wrench kissed her with a great deal of heat now. Leaning into her and moving his tongue into her mouth, rolling it all over hers. At the same time he got one hand on one of her breasts and pawed experimentally at her.

His other hand had laid down against her back and pushed her more firmly against himself.

She resisted none of it and just kissed him back, moving her head to keep his tongue snug against her own. Dusky’s hands held to him throughout.

Standing there, Wrench kept kissing her. Fondling her chest as their tongues rolled and entwined over and over.

He had no idea how long he stood there making out with her, but he hit a point where he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He needed Dusky and her willing and open kissing had him past the edge of care.

Letting go of her and breaking the kiss Wrench stepped back once.

“Hop in the bed,” Wrench requested as he pulled at his shirt.

He got his work shirt off and dropped it to one side. He quickly shimmied out of his underwear and pants as well. His socks and boots going into the pile at the same time.

Dusky had went and laid down on the bed as he got undressed. Laying herself comfortably out in the middle of the bed and then spreading her legs apart. Affording him a wonderful view of her privates which only had a small amount of hair on it.

Watching him, her eyes were moving back and forth across his face and body.

Unable to help himself, Wrench came over to her and got over the top of her rather quickly. Setting his knees down to either side of her and lowering himself down onto her.

Dusky gently laid her ankles down against his thighs, laid her hands to the bed, and looked up at him expectantly.

Reaching down with one hand he took his member in hand, fit the tip to her entry, then pushed forward. Once he got himself partly into her he put his hands down on either side of her chest.

Her walls were tight and somewhat dry. Her insides felt like they were pulling at him because of it.

Settling the hilt against the lips of her opening, Wrench took in a slow breath. She felt incredible beneath him and he couldn’t help but throw out a mental thank you to Goodie at the moment.

Even as he drew himself back out of Dusky Wrench leaned down and kissed her. In a way that Freckles had never really let him do during their sex-play. She’d always been reticent to let it be anything more than a mechanical thing.

Dusky kissed him in return, her mouth opening and welcoming his tongue with her own.

Wrench got to work on a steady and firm rhythym, pumping himself into her slowly and fluidly. Rolling along her and pushing deep into her.

Pulling back from the kiss, Wrench moved higher up on Dusky. It slightly displaced her ankles which she corrected quickly and then pulled her knees up a bit higher.

Her eyes were closed now as she laid beneath him, her cheeks turning a faint red as he worked himself through her depths. His shaft pushing her apart and sinking deep with every thrust.

Thirty seconds in and she’d gone from dry to very wet. A pleasant and moist warmth that let him push faster without fear of causing her harm.

Moving up a bit higher again, to the point he couldn’t get up further on her, she let out a soft moan as he entered her again. Her lips parting with the noise.

Found it.

Now that he’d confirmed Dusky wasn’t a woman who got off through penetration, but angling himself to hit her small pink pearl, he knew how to keep her pleased. Something he’d only learned with the resistance and having numerous flings there.

Putting his hands further down Wrench trapped Dusky’s hips with his wrists. Holding her down and lower than himself so he didn’t have to keep moving up.

Now he let himself speed up, pushing in and out of her rapidly. His lap knocking into her rear and thighs with a clap each time.

Small little moans constantly were escaping Dusky now. Her breath coming in sharp gasps as he rode her.

Faster than he wanted, Wrench hit the end of his sexual stamina. He needed to release and now.

Unthinkingly, he began to empty himself into her on the next thrust. Pushing much more roughly into her as his member spasmed with each pulse.

At the height of it he timed each thrust with another strong spurt, coating her insides and filling her. Dusky let out a faint moan each time.

When he finally started to come down he let his thrusts slow down and drop in intensity as well.

Till he was finally just laying atop her, his shaft flexing as it likely still dribbled out into her.

Wrench kissed Dusky several times while perched atop her, then laid his head on her shoulder.

A dark thought flickered into his head in post climax clarity.

Damn, she might be pregnant from that.

She’s not wearing a null-ring and there’s no way they’d provide contraceptives where she came from. That’d just encourage bad behavior before they were even sold.

As if to punctuate that thought, his member flexed strongly once more, putting whatever it had left into Dusky.

Then he remembered he could have literally put his Reproductive system down to the point that him getting anyone pregnant would be impossible. He’d just been too blinded by lust to see through any of it.

Letting out a slow breath, he just stayed there atop Dusky.

Doing his best not to think about how this had just spiraled out of control so quickly.