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Three Square Meals - Chapter 152 (Patreon)

Published:
2022-06-26 19:58:48
Edited:
2022-06-28 00:22:19
Imported:
2022-06

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Hey everyone!

Here is the completed version of chapter 152. I hope you enjoy it!

Please let me know if you spot any typos!

Cheers,

Tefler

P.S. I haven't charged for this post.

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Michael56Smith

.68: Wednesday evening, 29 June 2022; So, tomorrow, the 30th, we can expect a complete chapter #153, 0r a partial chapter, or even just another placeholder (doubtful, but the p.o.'d crowd would want to include it). Don't you just love getting at least one chapter and sometimes more each and every month? My F5 key is ready and waiting, ... oh boy, oh boy! ;-) TTFN

Anonymous

I breezed through that chapter far too quickly

Anonymous
>>86748741

And if in 13 hours he starts with "Sorry, I'm going to charge now, write later" I'm done.

TF4EVA
>>86748741

I'm sure many share your sentiments Old Man and I think it is if he says rather than if he starts with and I'm sure you meant to include words to indicate ánd any variation on that theme'. I'm sure Tefler has heard the voices of discontent and uderstands that he potentially could lose some customers if he precharged and didn't produce something. I would hate to think that in the last hours of 'needing' to get a chapter (or part threof) out he is distracted by the voices of potential discontent getting in before CoP and the 'Í told you' voices. I want and need something of 153 (being selfish) and hope Tefler is not distracted from producing the good quality he has been fairly regularly churning out for quite some time. With 8 or so hours to go we can either stand and cheer our steed home or sit quietly and let things unfold.......Yay go Tef, Go John, Go Lionesses, Go Maliri, go Gahl........ Are we there yet???

2ndAndrocentric

RANT ON, you have been warned, this is for you Tom, Walker away if you don't like my writing. OK, having fed the Troll, as I re-re-re-re-re(x?more) read TSM; I find myself enchanted by a long section in Chp 82 starting midway after Athena sees John. It starts with a brief reminder that even as much as Rachel hates her father, she still longs for his approval. Then a long internal look at the satisfaction Alyssa has being John's Matriarch, XO and in many ways the "mum" as British would say, of the girls under John; essentially her family. I find Tefler's description of what motivates and fulfills the majority of sane women exceptionally accurate and tender - with the obvious exception which Tefler acknowledges is a direct effect of "the Change" where Alyssa dreams of John impregnating his millionth Maliri. I like the tech talk, I like the space battles, I like the insane absurdity that defines Space Operas and much else about TSM. These days though, watching Clown World from the oasis of my family, these unapologetic descriptions of what the French used to say "vive la difference" are especially welcome. Like when in the same chpt Dana makes her distaste for "28th wave" feminism clear by scaring John; Tefler seems to have this androcentric/gynophilic balance just right. I don't know his private life, but if Tefler puts his understanding of hypergamy to practice, minus the polygyny, methinks his marriage should do well.

2ndAndrocentric
>>86748741

This Old Man, you remind me of one of my favorite elevator music songs: "Up, up and awayyyyy, on my beautiful, my beautiful balooooooon!". No criticism or dig at you sir, just my usual stream of consciousness verbal diarrhea.

2ndAndrocentric
>>86748741

Mr T, who ironically enough got the rare T cell lymphoma, you forgot GO Aurelei, GO GO Aurelei! Somebody must've spiked my cinnamon tea...

TF4EVA
>>86748741

saving Aurelei for the final sprint. I might even throw in a maria, a Faye too but ......hold the course. Steady as she goes...

Who Me
>>86774378

And don't forget about Jade mothering her "little kittens"!

Tefler Fan 007

So Maria is going to have to find a way to say thank you to John, don’t see her having sex with John but maybe a no touching strip tease?

Chicken
>>86786489

It’s technically up to midnight pacific time and it’s only 4:10pm here, so 7 hrs 50 mins left :)

Michael56Smith
>>86786489

.85: Well, Mr. Chicken, while midnight Pacific time might be the official/technical last minute, ... historically, our Tef has tended to drop his chapters by around 9 pm Pacific, and I recall many a time I stayed up late to finish one of his chapters (I survive in the Pacific time zone/ the land of the Lost). That makes it 4 hours, 35 minutes or less. But TF007 has a very good, earlier, guesstimate. ;-) (Oh, and the' Mr. Chicken' was not a dig, just some of 2ndA's verbal diarrhea, some of it must've rubbed off) TTFN

Michael56Smith

.86: Well, TSM#152 dropped at about 4:40 pm Pacific time, ... a good time for me, there will be no losing sleep tonight for me, thanks Tef! ;-) TTFN

Josh Snyder

I am genuinely surprised I did not forsee Dana being the one to hold the SF together.

Michael56Smith

,88: The gangs first worm-hole trip using their own wormhole generator, but recall that they faced nausea when they also traveled via wormhole once before, using the Hyper-warp Gate of Mael'nerak's, ... and there was quite a bit of said nausea (two crew vomited), but that was a trip out from under the shroud, so that might have caused the belly rumblings. Ignorence is bliss, and I think Dana might somehow fix the nausea problem, not knowing it is just the way it has worked for untold millennia. Rachel will help her, of course. ;-) TTFN

2ndAndrocentric

Or this side project... I scrapped the second part of "Man Up at Genkira" so as not to insinuate anything with Tefler's upcoming story. Instead I am here putting another COMPLETELY unauthorized, non-canon short story. I do this for my mental health (guys, if you can't understand jokes, or are too sensitive, please get a life). Dana Gets Designer Help “What now?” the grumpy fiery redhead retorted. “I was just thinking that we should design a heavy stealth fighter to carry those massive guns from around Kyth’shara…” gently said John. “Sure, and why not just have Alyssa design a jaunty hat that will scare away the baddies? John, I am just a bit overwhelmed at the moment. I have so many other projects to get to.” Dana looked down and desperately tried to fight back the tears. “I am so sorry I snapped at you; you don’t deserve that.” For a long moment John looked at the teenager, trying to be Dana, but really looking like the little Sparks so terribly afraid to disappoint him. “Come here, you big faker.” As John wrapped her up in his arms and softly caressed her hair. “You have never disappointed me honey. It is just that I have set impossible goals one after another and you have exceeded every one. You’re a victim of your own brilliant success is all.” Sparks softly breathed in the masculine pheromones coming out from John’s upper chest between his breasts. Unconsciously she felt a wave of comfort. As nature intended, her vomeronasal organ in her nose was picking up the masculinity John exuded and telling her subconscious limbic system she was cared for, protected and appreciated. At the same time John’s nose was on top of Dana’s head, where her pheromones were telling him she needed him. *It is so lovely to feel the two of you. I hate to intrude but Sparks is much more frustrated than she lets on handsome. This is where I sit back and watch you just fix everything with a few words. Of all the Space Magic you’ve shown me, none is more astounding than how you…I don’t know how you do it John… but you always fix everyone. I can't wait to see what crazy plan you come up with now.* “Sparks, my lovely little girl, I think you need an engineer as an assistant that you can delegate small projects to.” Said John, “Now, of all the Maliri you’ve worked with, who reminds you of your enthusiasm for mad experiments and designs the most?” “ALYNDRA! Oh there is no doubt about it. When I first went to create new elements at Genthalas, both of us got into a turf war because she said it was ‘her power core’ (early chpt 55). When I came back sometime later she got incredibly horny at the prospect of blowing up the whole station! That girl is already as insane as me!” Dana was now looking up at John with hungry eyes; but it was someone else she wanted fed. “So John, how about blowing up her belly instead of the station? I think with a little…” Dana stepped back, put her left forearm horizontally in front of her chest and with the right fist started vigorously pistoning back and forth below her left forearm VERY vigorously. That went on for what seemed forever as Dana added sparks to the performance by manipulating magnetic fields. Except as she got more worked up, various instruments scattered about began to shudder and slowly levitate in her direction. *John, if she keeps going like this she’s going to have an orgasm right there and probably break a few things in the process. I think you’d better do something to calm her down before something large tears off the floor!” “SPARKS!” John shouted, “Calm yourself down, please honey! I need to talk to Dana for a moment. You know Dana, the sophisticated rational one?” “OK fine, but I wanna be there when you plug Alyndra and I want it to be a surprise for her, right there next to ‘her’ beloved power core with all the other engineers watching. I want a show for being a good girl!” Dana’s mouth hung open as she expectantly waited for John to agree. “OK, but if you really want a show, how about this I want you to have a talk with Irillith and then…” Dana’s eyes grew bigger and bigger as John detailed a surprise performance for Alyndra. On the bridge Alyssa marveled at how John was no longer plagued with guilt. Yes, this liberated John was most entertaining indeed. Some time later… Dana skipped into the central power core room of Genthalas with a tiny green short short that looked as if it was about to explode off her pert bottom, and a tight crop top that looked painted on. “Hi Alyndra! Ready to see if we can vaporize the station today with YOUR power core?” “Definitely, what matter of madness are we going to create today? Get it, matter of madness?” While most of the other staff groaned at the terrible pun, both Dana and Alyndra thought it was the funiest thing ever. The “ultra geek” girls were totally in sync now. Dana pulled out a holoemitter and displayed an enormously complex set of equations, graphs and diagrams nested in a massive flowsheet. As she began to explain Alyndra’s initial enthusiasm began to waver as it seemed a little off somehow; but being just a regular genius and not the Grand Engineering Overlord; she kept quiet and tried to follow. At this point Alyssa, Edraele and John crept in the back. After a few moment when both Alyssa’s and Edraele’s eyes glowed a little; they turned to John and nodded. *Surprisingly, she’s also a very wounded little bird John. Alyndra needs you, please recruit her.* Both the matriarchs being in sync spoke with one voice as John made sure the XO was still in charge of recruitment. “Excuse me,” his loud baritone voice interrupted the presentation, “”I think you have several crucial errors so you better go back and look at this again ‘Grand Engineering Overlord’” Johns said that title with dripping sarcasm and chuckled. Dana whirled about, and literally stomped her feet walking up to John. Since she was not wearing heels, she shook her fists at the air in his face, turned around, got a step stool and then on it, looked down at John with her hands on her hips and declared: “This is MY power core Johny boy! You don’t come in here and pretend to know anything about what I am doing, you hear me?” Every eye was now riveted on them, and a blanket of fear came over every Maliri except Edraele, who was having a hard time keeping a straight face. “Well, Sparks deary,” “DANA! D, A, N, A!” The red head screamed accentuating mimicking each letter with her body like a cheer leader. John sidestepped her and pointed to one of the tiny equations and with a gesture magnified it very large, “I may just be a dumb marine but right here you wrote that 2 x 3 = 5. Now, you’re clearly not using finite math because there’s figures all over in the billions. Clearly this is not vector analysis of some fucked up matrix deal as there’s none of those symbols. Perhaps you’ve decided mathematics is not good enough for you anymore?” Dana got off her stool, walked between John and one of the currently inactive consoles he was standing near and jabbed her right index finger on the point of his nose. “”Do not EVER try…” In 8 seconds John picked her up by the waist, turned her around, tore off her tiny short, dropped his pants, bent Dana over the console and rammed his dick into her soaked wet pussy up to the quad. He began doing Dana right there in front of the stunned staff, with Alyndra a couple of feet to his right. Dana started screaming “You idiotic Neanderthal! Unhand me this instant! This is MY power core! This is MY pussy! These are MY engineers and you just ripped my favorite shorts, AGAIN!” John ignored her as he began to sing verses about a girl from Nantucket; and kept hammering Dana. In a few minutes, Dana’s screams of protest began to sound more like groans, and then like the grunts of some rutting animal. At this all the engineers were just utterly frozen in place, some forgetting to breath were turning a dark blue. At that point John pulled out of Dana, who was barely conscious after a series of orgasms, and keeping his arms at his sides pointed one very angry pulsating organ at Alyndra. Alyndra blinked a few times and cautiously took a step back. In all her years she had not developed much in the way of social skills. Other women envied and refused to be friends because she was so intelligent; and what few men she had ever spoken with had no interest in a genius woman whose only topic of conversation was high level physics and mathematics. “Alyndra, Dana and I decided to give you a little demonstration today. All that stuff up there Dana wrote is utter nonsense. She told me where to point because; I really am just a dumb marine. This entire event is a staged performance for your benefit. You need to understand that in this new Protectorate, we are a team. Never be afraid to speak your mind when you see something wrong. Now, Dana does need an assistant. As brilliant as she is, she has too many projects. If you want the number 2 spot as engineer though; I have to enhance you. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors as to what my cum does to women. So Alyndra, would you like to wear long white hair as I enhance your already magnificent mind? You don’t have to decide right now but, if you want, I am ready whenever…” John never got to finish that sentence. Like a slug shot from a singularity drive, Alyndra sheathed John in her throat so fast he almost fell backwards. She began sucking with a ferocity that actually scared John a little. Having recovered, Dana took a spare short out of a bag near the console and put it on. She gently kissed John on the cheek and whispered as tears came down her cheeks, “Thank you John, no property of yours could possibly be happier than I am right now.”

jdg45

Typo Dun Hergrun I think should be Dun Thergrun 6 cases.

jdg45

Not mentioned so far... Ch 152 : Nathan nodded grimly. “Thank you, Commander. I need to speak to Devereux at once.”