Nova Terra

By M.R. Leenysman

Earth's first space colony is in crisis. All but 16 of its 128 men have been rendered infertile in-flight to the planet they call Nova Terra. To save their future, the 128 women agree to be impregnated by the remaining 16 "sperm-fathers", and each man agrees to impregnate 32 different women. The relationships and traditions of this new colony change in response, but when their kids grow up, they have quite a different opinion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.R. Leenysman
• Release date: Mar 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370041831

M.R. Leenysman

M.R. Leenysman is a 50+ widower who discovered, after his wife's death, that he enjoys writing erotica. He hopes you enjoy the products of his imagination.

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Nova Terra

And

Nova Terra Generation 2

By M.R. Leenysman

Copyrights 2016, 2017, M.R. Leenysman

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Contents:

Nova Terra

Nova Terra Generation 2 Ch. 01

Nova Terra Generation 2 Ch. 02

Nova Terra Generation 2 Ch. 03

Nova Terra

It had all started out so damned reasonably. Design Earth’s first starship, the UNSS Avalon, that would be accelerated up to .999 light speed by the new hypergravitic engines. Crew it with 128 fertile married couples, trained in a variety of disciplines for both shipboard and colony life. Keep 16 couples awake at a time to crew the ship, while the rest were in stasis, with a varied schedule of wake/sleep periods designed to give all of us an equal amount of time working with the other colonists over the voyage.

Sure, we would age when we were out of stasis, but with everyone taking their turn, we would only physically age by 5 years by the time we arrived at our destination, Nova Terra, during the 40.2 years of experienced time while travelling 805 light years from Old Terra. After arrival, our birth control implants would be deactivated, and we could start populating our new home. The ship’s life support systems couldn't support population growth during the voyage, so we had to wait to be planetside, and as we were almost all under 25 when we left, we didn’t anticipate problems populating our new world.

Where the scientists and officials on Old Terra fucked us up was that while the stasis systems and the birth control implants had both been tested, they were never tested together! The testicular implants the men carried reacted differently in stasis, so instead of a temporary blockage of sperm production, it became permanent, as all their germ cells were destroyed.

When the first replacement crew of 8 was brought out of stasis three months after launch, and we realized what had happened to the 4 men who had just been woken up, we were already too far from Old Terra to consult with them quickly. So, the two doctors who were awake at the time came up with the only real solution they could think of, which was to totally remove the implants from the launch crew who hadn’t been in stasis yet, so that they could arrive in Nova Terra unharmed, and to also wake all of the other men who were still in stasis to remove their implants before they could do any further harm, then put them right back into stasis, a few at a time over the span of a week. Condoms were programmed into the replicators. Research was begun to find a way to reverse the condition by the time we got to Terra Nova. Meanwhile, we sent a warning message back to Earth, hoping to keep the same thing from happening to the UNSS Galaxy. We had no idea if Old Terra ever received the message.

No treatment was ever found, though. So, when we landed and established our colony on Nova Terra’s southern continent, which we named New Antarctica for its shape, not its climate, we had only 16 fertile men from the launch crew versus 128 possible mothers. Not the best start for a colony that needed to grow, okay?

I am one of those 16 men. My name is Chad Romson. We 16 were referred to as the sperm-fathers even before we’d landed. The term was even shortened to SFs by then.

We actually had to amend our Colonial Charter to deal with the crisis, beginning the debates during the voyage, but only being able to vote after everyone was awake, after landing on Nova Terra and getting shelters built to house each group of awakened crew. We’d had five years to get used to the proposed solutions, so it wasn’t surprising when votes were all unanimous except for the last of these amendments:

With an 8-to-1 ratio between fertile women and fertile men, each of the sperm-fathers will need to impregnate at least 32 women in order to achieve the four child per mother minimum needed for Generation Two of the colony to reach 500 children.

To maximize our remaining genetic diversity, each woman’s pregnancies will need to be by a different sperm-father, with the exception of each sperm-father’s wife, who will be allowed to be re-impregnated by her husband, after her required pregnancies with 3 other sperm-fathers.

The colony’s Lead Geneticist, Dr. Gideon Fowler, will use the DNA profiles of the crew recorded on Old Terra to determine the best matches between sperm-fathers and mothers, to further maximize genetic diversity. Each sperm-father will receive a differently ranked list of the women of the colony with the first 32 highlighted, with his wife in position #1, while each women will receive a ranked list of the sperm-fathers, with the first 4 highlighted. It is recommended, but not required, that pregnancies occur in the order of the list.

Each woman attempting to become pregnant will be required to be exclusive to one sperm-father until pregnancy is confirmed, with paternity rechecked at birth, to minimize the effort being expended by the sperm-fathers to achieve 32 progeny each. All half-sibling relationships will be tracked, to avoid incest in Generation Two. Half-cousin relationships in Generation Three will require genetic screening before approval.

Children will be raised in the home of the mother, without any requirement of support by the various sperm-fathers.

All pregnancies are to be achieved by sexual intercourse..

That last amendment caused the most debate. The infertile men weren’t all happy about their wives being required to have sex with us sperm-fathers, but when Doc Fowler informed us that artificial insemination with the equipment he had available (in his words, think turkey-baster) would not produce as many successful pregnancies as the old-fashioned way, the vote wound up 212-34, with all but three of the women in favor. I think a lot of them were excited about the prospect of being allowed sanctioned affairs, but most just wanted their kids to be healthy and plentiful.

We sperm-fathers were certainly going to be busy little fuckers, until all of Generation One’s moms hit menopause. It might kill me, but I definitely planned on having a smile on my face if it did.

As the colony debated these amendments, my wife Nina and I, and many of the other couples we knew, debated our own unofficial addendums. Unofficial, because we didn’t want them written down in our future histories, for our children and grandchildren to see. While the Avalon Project had required us to be married to get into the program, most of our generation on Old Terra were not particularly monogamous. We only agreed to marry to satisfy the older officials who still believed in it and ran the program. There were at least twenty unofficial polyamorous groupings among the crew, numbering from four all the way up to 10 people. Amendment 7 to our Charter recognized these polyfamilies officially, while still requiring recognition of primary wife and primary husband due to other parts of the Charter.

And group sex and spouse swapping was pretty common among us, too. Nina and I had helped organize two of about half a dozen off-base orgies that were held during training breaks, which bonded a lot of us together far more than the teamwork exercises onbase. The officials training us were either oblivious or looked the other way, but we were