Chapter 16: Finals Week, Part 2
Fred came to the Sakul Dasna household fully prepared. It was his intention to seek permission to marry Oni, but also to inform her parents what the marriage was going to entail. Text messages between them were full of useful advice. Fred suspected there might be a little more going on. He suspected a deeper connection between the Stallings and Dasna's beyond mere friendship.
He noticed a few things about his own body this week. Since Sunday morning, his fatigue all but vanished. It felt like the act of sex-unabashed, hardcore fucking-invigorated his body. Fucking was the equivalent of a five-hour energy drink. And his entire lower body, but mostly his cock, was turning into something beastly. It expanded when it was inside a vaginal cavity. With both Mia and Deb, his cock had "injected" something inside them; during anal sex with Deb, and vaginal sex with Mia. It felt like a sperm-shot, but smaller, more concentrated; like a snake spitting venom.
Thalina sent him a text asking permission to fuck guys outside of the harem. Fred almost lost it on her. He had the sudden urge to send for her, bring her into a room for a couple of hours and fuck a baby into her, so she remembered her place.
It was real cave dweller shit, and Fred didn't like that at all.
He gave her the go-ahead, mostly because he knew what her goal was.
Thalina was a wholesale believer in the Ponytail Express as a functioning harem, and she wanted to expand the business.
It was a two-pronged plan, equal parts ambitious and insane. She added a wrinkle after watching Jessica's efforts to make Deb her fuck-slave on video.
Fred approved of Jessica's efforts to make Deb into her bitch, with one hard rule: barring extreme exception, there would be no fucking of other men. Thalina would be the exception for two reasons: one, he was curious to see how the ScSc reacted, and two, she wanted a level of autonomy the others didn't have. It was sort of like an "Outside Sales" position. Regardless of how things worked out, Thalina would still be his.
It wasn't the only urge. His bigger, thicker cock was almost a level of hard. Twitching, pulsating, oozing fluid, he was going to have to either bring an extra change of underwear, or a harem sister wherever he went. It was like his cock had a mind of its own; when not inside a vagina, it was moody and cantankerous.
He succeeded at taming the beast on his way over, through texting while driving. Not very safe, but when you had a combination of enhanced reflexes and awareness, it was easier.
The house was a six bedroom, two story plus basement place shielded from the road by a thick copse of trees. The design of the home was low key and lower into the ground to keep cool air inside. It had solar panels and enough technology around to ensure it could run on its own power source. Fred guessed the house was around a million dollars easy.
His senses told him two men had recently stood guard, maybe even walked a perimeter. Someone hadn't done a great job of cleaning up cigarette butts, either. He guessed the men had been sent somewhere else and recently, so they didn't want Fred to know. Could be Oni didn't want to scare him. She'd was closed mouth about her family and Fred respected that. He took off his shoes before ringing the doorbell.
Mere seconds after the ring, she was there.
Dressed in a traditional Dusit dress made of silk, the powder blue color contrasted with her smooth, dusky skin. Oni looked like a Thai princess getting ready for a state dinner, which told him how serious she was about the whole deal. He was ready for serious business tonight with her parents, and he knew things were stacked in his favor, but with all that, he was still nervous that he was in unfamiliar territory.
Other than the ancient Dodge truck, he was dressed in yet another three-piece suit, this one navy blue. He had a bottle of Red Label Whiskey under one arm, and a lemon meringue pie baked from Lamassue Ballander's Café in the other. Those pies were a Cantella Forks staple.
"Hello, My Love," she said, her voice the usual silky smooth, but with anxious underpinnings. Fred didn't need his sense of smell to realize it. She was relieved he brought gifts and looked gave him an upraising once-over.
"You look nice, Fred. Thank you."
Accompanying his lover into the kitchen, she reminded him to present the whiskey to her father before presenting to her mother.
What struck Fred the most about his first meeting with the Dasnas wasn't how beautiful Mrs. Dasna was, or how they seemed to hold him in such high regard. It was the lack of pictures; there was no sense of family history. No relatives, some stock photos of Thailand and a lot of Disneyworld photos. It looked like they went to Disneyworld once a year. Deb was in a couple of those photos. But there was nothing to reveal they had ever lived in Thailand.
Fred enjoyed the Dasna's hospitality. Fred had never had Panang before and fell in love with the dish. Mango and sticky rice as a dessert worked for him. It was quite tasty.
"Thank you so much," Fred said. "Is Panang Thai Curry?"
They all laughed, and it was then Fred noticed red flag number one.
Both Oni's parents were either resistant or immune to the scent. Fred played it cool, wanting to make an outstanding first impression, but this was highly suspicious.
"They call it Thai Curry here, but it's just Panang," Oni explained.
Fred fielded a multitude of seemingly innocuous questions, but answered them all like it was another Final. He saw a barest of looks pass from husband to wife when he mentioned he was a mechanic, but he didn't know what it meant. Overall, he thought he passed, but it was tough to tell.
At some point, the women moved to the kitchen for cleanup while both he and Manasi played horseshoes out back. Fred appreciated the privacy a place like this afforded the Dasnas. The copse of tree and a fence shielded them from the street.
"Mr. Dasna, I wanted to ask your permission. I know this is going to seem odd, so I would understand some resistance to what I'm asking. Our relationship has gone beyond mere courtship. It is my intention to marry your daughter, sir."
Fred noted how relieved Oni's father looked, smiling from ear to ear. It was strange why he saw relief washing across the older man's face like the tide.
"Frederick, I appreciate your candor. I cannot stress adequately how important our daughter is to us. We hoped for more, but alas, the Gods sought to bless us only once."
"No problem, sir," Fred said.
A smile of genuine warmth enveloped Masani's face. "You may call me Masani, and I'm looking forward to the day you can call me Papa."
Fred kept up a poker face but was taken aback by the turnaround. While they talked, they were tossing horseshoes, but no one was keeping track of the score.
Masani continued. "I want you to know that in marrying Oni, you would bring honor to both our Houses. Our name in Siam was Sakuldasna. Currently, it is just Dasna. Do you know how we came to be in Cantella Forks, Frederick?"
"No, Masani, and just so you know, friends and family can call me Fred, unless I've done something bad."
Masani chuckled. "My House was in a position of power in Siam, but a military dictatorship made things too difficult for us. My wife worked in politics; she was the equivalent of a Senator. I am a Reprogeneticist. Do you know what that is, Fred?"
Reprogeneticist. Fred wanted to know more and was wondering if it had something to do with his condition. He shook his head no.
"It's a field that combined reproductive medicine with genetic technologies. Ever since the Human Genome Project successfully mapped the human genome in 2003, various entities have been hard at work pioneering various permutations of what that really means. I'll tell you a poorly kept secret, Fred. The complete genome wasn't achieved until last month."
Masani laughed like he heard the funniest joke ever.
"That sounds both complicated and great," Fred said, confused but also wary. "So you're involved in the field of genetics?"
