Title: Overlords: Companion (M rated version)

Summary: 'Our Alien Overlords' came to Earth fifteen years ago, offering friendship and much-needed technological assistance. A group of young male prisoners are given the opportunity to be handed over to the Overlords instead of serving their sentences.

Disclaimer: This is a piece of original fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is accidental


"Yes Jon. You are pregnant"

He sat there, trying to focus on his breathing and nothing else until the world settled back down. Fortunately the doctor simply stood quietly, giving him space to form his thoughts, and the others stayed as they had been throughout, against the far wall doing their best to look unthreatening.

"Okay…. Let's just skip the bit where I freak out at the whole weird alien pregnancy thing for now. I might come back to that later, but… is… is it still on the screen? Can I see it?"

"Yes, of course." He adjusted the screen so that Jon could see it, though it made little sense to him. "This section here… this is the lower part of your digestive system. Just here… you can see your bottom left rib. And here… is the pouch that your body has formed to hold the foetus as it grows."

It was a small oval just next to his colon, from the picture, and curiously unimpressive for an alien pregnancy. He had almost been expecting something to look back at him from the screen. Possibly snarling.

"It's very small…"

The doctor smiled. "The pouch started to develop three to four weeks ago. You may have noticed an aching feeling for a day or two, but would most likely have associated that with being penetrated rather than anything else. Few companions are aware that they have started to become fertile until after they have been impregnated. That is what happened last night, and what has prompted your behavioural changes today."

"So… when Tag moved in, my body reacted by making that pouch? And last night, it got… filled with something?"

"Yes. Your body reacted to having semen from two compatible donors, and formed the pouch over the next weeks. Once it was ready, and you were fertile, it prompted you to behave in a way which provided compatible semen again."

Jon blushed. He had certainly behaved in a way that had got plenty of semen up there. Then he frowned. "Does this mean Tag's the daddy? Is that going to be a problem?" He looked directly at Kayd as he spoke. He was meant to belong to Kayd, would he feel okay about his companion being pregnant by someone else?

"No. little one. This is different from ordinary forms of reproduction. The infant has genetic material from all three of us, it needed both Tag and I to give you our semen to join with what your body had made ready for us. We are both delighted that you are going to make a child with us. I am sorry that I did not tell you anything of the possibility. It can be years before a companion becomes fertile, and there is no guarantee that his Master will be one of the parents, so I decided not to frighten you still further while you were so new."

Jon nodded. If he was freaked out now, how much worse would it have been when he was still 'imprinting' to have known that he was not just here for sex without any consequences, but could expect to get pregnant sooner or later.

"Why am I so scared now though? I mean, I'm already pregnant, so why am I scared that someone is going to want to have sex with me? I… I'm sorry Master, but the idea of even you trying to penetrate me makes me terrified."

"You are protecting the pouch, and its contents, until it has a chance to seal itself off. That will take a few days, and once it has happened your behaviour will revert to normal."

"Does that mean I can't, ah, poop? Because, that would be tricky…"

The doctor laughed softly "No, your digestive system can continue to function normally. Look here on the scan… you see how the opening of the pouch slants downwards? Well, your normal digestive function means that your wastes will pass in this direction, pushing the pouch entrance closed. But pressure in the opposite direction…" he gestured, and Jon could imagine how the entrance would be pushed open… "Yuck" he said.

"Well, it must be filled with semen in order to trigger the release of your own genetic material into the mix and start the pregnancy. But for the next few days, what is developing in there is vulnerable and needs you to keep it safe until it is sealed in. Then you can have penetrative sex without any worries. In the meantime, my usual advice is for your Master to take you straight home and let you do whatever you feel necessary to reduce your stress levels. For instance, you might want to sleep in a different room, or find yourself a corner like the one I have here." He looked across at Kayd. "If there is an option, you might stay away from work, to keep Jon away from others. Or you can let him find somewhere there he can be comfortable and feel safe."

"Build a nest… That's what Dax said, wasn't it? When he found me. He knew I was building myself a nest to feel safe in. They… they all know?"

"Yes little one, they will all be very happy for us. It is an important moment in any Khalothian's life, to find a companion and a partner he is compatible with and start their first child together. They will be overjoyed to hear that everything is going well."

Jon nodded, a little confused still, but at least the main points were making some kind of sense now. He would worry about the rest later. For now he just wanted to curl up somewhere…

"We will get you home, little one, and you can build yourself a nest there"


They had waited patiently while he wandered around the apartment, looking for anywhere that he could feel safe. They had even offered to sleep on the living room floor to give him the whole bedroom to himself, but that seemed unfair. Besides, it was too big… Eventually, he had realised just what he needed, though part of his mind rebelled at the thought. Between them, Kayd and Tag managed to pull the gate off, leaving only the sliding door that he could close as far as he wanted, and he curled up happily with several blankets and pillows arranged around him. He came out only to use the bathroom, and to pick up food and a spoon. It was the first time he had fed himself since he had been here, but that felt trivial in comparison with what else was happening.

It was early morning on the fourth day when he realised he felt different. He passed by his sleeping lovers on the way to the bathroom, and felt a deep urge to be with them instead of alone. It was even stronger when he came back out, even though they were now awake and therefore potentially threatening, and he grinned and clambered up into the bed to lie between them. They were cautious at first, but soon their hands and mouths had welcomed him back very thoroughly before they let him fall asleep again in their arms.

At the lab, he was embarrassed to find himself the centre of attention, and after an hour or so of congratulations Kayd ordered everyone out who didn't have a good reason to be there, and they all made their apologies leaving only the usual assistants in the room. They too got on with their work, and Jon sat reading quietly for the rest of the day, though his concentration was often lost as the bizarreness of the situation occurred to him yet again.


"Is it… deliberate? Getting companions pregnant? Or is it just, you know, an accident?"

Kayd and Tag both looked at him with serious expressions. "It is very much deliberate, little one. Do ordinary humans know very much about us?"

"I don't know much at all. You came here when I was very young, I know that. And at first you started living in human towns and cities but people got a bit funny about it so you moved into your own areas. There are rumours that you like to have sex with human males, but I wasn't even sure if that was true until I got here. You are good at science, research and stuff, and your work is behind pretty much everything good that has happened in my lifetime, like food production catching up with population growth. I know older people talk about the shortages." Jon considered for a moment. "Maybe other humans know more than me, I guess I didn't pay much attention. And the government will know, but that doesn't mean they tell the rest of us."

The Khalothians exchanged a glance. "Well, we have a long and complicated history. For now, the important thing is that we wish to mix with humans, to have children with them. However, we found that we could not impregnate human females and it seemed that our plan was doomed to failure. But then, a human male became pregnant, though that was accidental rather than intentional…"

Jon giggled "And a shock to everyone involved, I'm sure!"

Kayd grinned. "There was a certain amount of disbelief, but scans showed that he was indeed carrying a child, in a pouch like yours, and genetic tests on the infant once it was delivered showed that it had genetic material from two of our species plus the human who carried it."

Tag continued "So we researched it, with a few volunteers, and found out what you learned today about the pouch. Though we can only speculate about why it occurs – only Khalothian sperm triggers the change, so it must have some unusual properties."

"The end result is an odd mix though, with three parents. You can have babies, well we can have them for you, but then what? Will they be able to give you grandkids?"

Kayd and Tag grinned at each other, and nodded. "Yes. The first of the new generation was born last year, when one of the first of the pouch-born reached sexual maturity. A natural conception and birth, a healthy and beautiful little baby girl, whose genetic makeup is a match for both of her parents. It seems the pouch-born are naturally fertile with humans. Something happens in the mix when the child is conceived – you can make use of some genetic information from us, and the resulting child has some Khalothian features while seeming human."

Jon patted his stomach. "This will pass for human? But also have Khalothian genes?"

"Yes. Your sons will be taller than average, physically stronger, and more intelligent, but their faces will be like yours rather than ours. When they are old enough, they will go out and mix with humans and hopefully go on to have children of their own some day."

"Sons? As in, plural?"

"Yes. In time. You are young and healthy and fertile. You will bear many sons to Tag and me." Kayd paused. "That is one aspect I should perhaps mention immediately. I know you have felt reluctant to be shared with others, though you have grown in obedience. But that no longer applies. You belong only to me and to Tag now, and we will never share you with any other now that you are fertile to us. Your sons will grow up knowing their brothers, and when they meet human women and pass on their genes they will make sure that their children know each other as family and do not reproduce together. I know that this is an important taboo for humans as well as Khalothians. Our kind are even more careful of it, since we spring from a smaller number of common ancestors and must be cautious. Our genes must be spread widely amongst the humans and not become concentrated. It would be very bad for our son if he had many half-brothers whose children must be kept apart from his own. Much better to have full brothers and acknowledge them openly when they join the humans."

Jon blinked. Did the good news outweigh the part that worried him? "I… am very glad to think I'll spend my time only in bed with you two and no-one else. But it's a bit scary to think about having babies one after the other. I didn't grow up expecting even to have one, never mind doing it again and again."

Tag grinned. "Do not worry, your body will only develop a new pouch when it feels ready to support another pregnancy. Fertile companions tend to have a child only every three to five years. Besides, in a few weeks time, when the developing foetus starts to affect your hormones, you will want to spend the rest of your life pregnant like this, and we will be very happy to keep you that way as much of the time as your body allows."

Jon raised an eyebrow. It seemed very unlikely.


As time passed he was very happy to be able to reassess his earlier scepticism. His libido had returned to normal when the pouch sealed itself, and he had innocently assumed that it would remain about constant until the pregnancy made him feel heavy and uncomfortable.

But a month or so in, it had increased, and since both of his lovers found his body just as arousing in its swollen pregnant state, and were imaginative in finding ways to give him pleasure in spite of his ever-changing shape, he spent the next seven months in a state of near-constant bliss.

The last month of his pregnancy still contained a fair amount of bliss, though now mixed with aches and pains as the weight increased and the baby trod on his bladder at inconvenient times. He allowed himself to go back to his earlier state of dependence, being carried and toileted and bathed by his lovers. When he was exceptionally tired, he even sat and allowed them to feed him, sometimes dozing between mouthfuls and having to be gently woken. They rubbed his back and his feet, and anything else he wanted. He knew they also made love to each other in the night, when he was too tired to join in, and felt no jealousy. He knew that they loved him, as well as each other. The biggest surprise of the last month was the way his nipples pushed out from his chest in barely a week and started to leak milk. Somehow he had not imagined breastfeeding the baby when it arrived, obvious though it was.

Finally the day came for the baby to be delivered, and he lay in the operating theatre, numb from the waist down as his swollen belly was washed and dried, then feeling touches and tugs and strange sensations before a beautiful squashy red baby was laid on his chest. He was perfectly sure that it was beautiful, despite its current appearance, and dimly realised that either the sedative they had given him before the operation, or his hormones, or a combination of the two was probably responsible. But it didn't matter as it made a small complaint about its treatment and one of the nurses gently guided its open mouth to a waiting breast. It knew what to do when its mouth was full, and Jon was amazed at both the physical strength of the sensation and the emotions it aroused in him. He wrapped his arms gently but firmly around the tiny helpless creature he had brought into the world, and swore silently to himself that its welfare would be his only concern in life from that moment on.

More odd sensations below his waist were doubtless some tidying up and stitching of the cut, but he barely noticed them as the tiny mouth detached and his son slept on his chest. He was wheeled out with the infant still there, though a nurse had got some fabric into position as a first nappy in case of need, and he smiled up at Kayd and Tag as they saw their child. He could not have wished for more amazement and joy on either face, and they kissed and stroked and made a tremendous fuss of both Jon and the tiny baby. Jon had been given the final choice of name, so long as it conformed to the Khalothian norm of a single syllable. He grinned and introduced his lovers to Tom for the first time.


Tom was almost three years old when Jon felt an odd ache in his side after sex. He smiled to himself but did not mention it to Kayd and Tag in case he was mistaken, though he felt sure that he was correct in his suspicions. Unlike a womb, each pouch was single-use and he would have to develop a new one for each pregnancy, and he had wondered from time to time if he would feel it starting to form this time. He half thought that he could remember an ache deep inside as he lay in two sets of arms on Tag's first night in their apartment, the memory of their love-making still fresh in his mind. He had felt it again, he was sure.

Three weeks later, as he lay sated in strong arms again, he heard their low voices over him.

"Do you think he could be…?"

"He is not usually quite so determined to wear us both out."

"Do you suppose he knows?"

"No. He is such a little innocent still, his pleasures surprise him as much as they do us"

"We will need to keep him indoors tomorrow, so that he can nest again"

"I will take Tom out for the day so that it does not distress him. I can tell the little one that his son needs more clothes. It is usually true after all."

"Perhaps you should buy Jon something pretty as well. He was looking at dresses the other day, though I know he still finds the idea strange."

"He would look beautiful in a dress. Though he looks beautiful in anything of course."

"Then buy him one. This pregnancy will be the perfect time for him to try wearing one. If any other companion makes a comment, he can explain how quickly he swells out as the infant grows"

"I will get him new shoes as well. Those soft flat ones he likes so much."

"That is a good idea. I can still remember how happy he was to get his first pair, soon after he became pregnant with Tom. And I remember how he showed us his happiness, long into the night."

There was a low chuckle at that.

"I remember it well. We can give him them when he stops nesting."

"Is there anything else we should be doing, do you think?"

"I think perhaps we need to start looking for a larger apartment."

Jon smiled inwardly as he slid back into sleep. His lovers were so careful of him, he could not wish for a better life than this one. And in a few days time, he would have new trainers, in recognition of the fact that he no longer felt any need to run.