Alice and several other instructors sat across from Scott at the training center conference table. The pink haired trainer had her fingers tented together and lightly pressed to her lips while she looked into the young man's eyes.

After he emerged from the VR-Cradle, he had gone to her immediately. Upon seeing what his concerns were about, she called on a few of the other trainers to attend the events that would transpire. She, and the other trainers had just born witness to the song and dance routine of a certain well-endowed alien girl.

"So... What do you think?" asked Scott slowly.

Eyes narrowed lightly, Alice spoke in a plain and authoritative tone. "When's the honeymoon?"

Scott blinked at her then waved his hands back and forth in front of him. "Hey, there was no wedding!"

"Wouldn't your wife be sad if she heard you say that?" asked Alice.

"The poor girl," said another of the trainers.

"Yeah, she could do better," replied her nearest compatriot.

A third trainer said, "I've heard of wedding day jitters, but never honeymoon jitters."

Scott took a deep breath then groaned loudly. "Come on, you know what's going on here. Just tell me."

Alice laughed softly from behind her tented fingers. "Well, I suppose you would have found out eventually anyway."

The pink haired trainer looked into his eyes. "The girl you met is an actual inhabitant of the dungeons. Her race is known as the Minotyra, and are possibly the true origin of the old Minotaur in the labyrinth mythology."

"Wait, real aliens are a thing? I thought the monsters in the dungeons were just like meat robots or something." Scott had heard that for most of his life. This new information was counter to pretty much everything that he had heard.

"Think back. You met a real monster once before," said Alice.

"You mean when I was a kid?" asked Scott. Admittedly that monster had seemed intelligent.

"Indeed, yes. That creature was a goblin. It comes from another world, but lives inside of the dungeon that it was spawned from."

"How can it spawn from a dungeon if it comes from another world?" It seemed like some sort of contradiction.

Alice leaned back from her tented fingers then uncrossed them. She made a slight gesture with one hand then said, "The ambassador of the Minotyran Inter-reality Labyrinth Keepers can answer your questions better than I can."

"Who is this ambassador?" asked Scott curiously.

"Darling!" cried a cheerful and familiar feminine voice. A trill of danger radiated up his spine.

Scott turned quickly, a little too quickly. The ambassador had already started moving in to implement a tight embrace. His head turned at exactly the right time to become buried face first in the pillowy warmth of the alien girl who had claimed his wedding virginity.

"Such aggression!" She wrapped her arms around him and forced his face in further. "Surely the gods of Labyrinthos smile upon our union." She shook him from side to side, an exultant expression on her face. Her cowbell clanged happily as though it too smiled upon this union.

"Boy moves fast," said one of the trainers approvingly.

"Boy needs air," whimpered Scott while futilely struggling to break free from her bountiful wifely death grip.

Scott was released early for good behavior, and the Minotyra ambassador patted him on the cheek. "It's alright. We'll try again later, husband."

He panted heavily for a moment then backed away from the deadly creature. Her chest was a lethal weapon of incredible power and cunning. "Why—" Scott panted twice, "Why do you call me, that?"

She flashed him a bright smile with a hint of predatory fangs. "Well, you did complete the ritual of heroism on my behalf."

"Ritual of... Can someone just tell me what this is all about!" Scott threw his hands up in the air then leaned against the table. He eyed his supposed wife's breasts, not only out of arousal, but out of suspicion. They would lead to his glorious, but tragic, death if he was not careful.

Her smile grew several times brighter, and her eyes began to shine. "Do you mean to say that you performed it without even knowing of it?"

"I don't know of anything!" Seriously, what was the girl talking about? This whole affair had been one confusing thing after another.

"To think, I would marry a man who performs heroic deeds solely for the sake of others. It's... It's..." She gasped softly, then immediately looked away from him as her face reddened. Her thighs rubbed together slightly as she leaned from side to side a little. Finally she pressed her hands to the sides of her face and said, "Goodness," in a warm and sensual tone.

"Yeah, I'm gonna die," said Scott. He could see his short life passing before his eyes. His obituary entry would read: Man slain by overpowered horny alien bride. He died happy, while screaming in pain.

Alice fought down a laugh long enough to say, "He really does not know anything. You should tell him the truth, Electra."

"Right." The Minotyran ambassador nodded to Alice then looked to Scott once more. "Well." She had the good manners to blush a little before she continued. "You see, when a maiden of my people reaches the age of first heat, she dawns the ceremonial robes of enticement in order to test prospective candidates."

"Robes of enticement...? Do you mean that see-through thing you were wearing before?" asked Scott.

"Yes, exactly that," said Electra. "My mother gave it to me when I was a young calf. Did it entice you?"

"I ... prefer not to answer that," said Scott before looking away awkwardly. He was a dedicated youth, but he was still a man. Whether he admitted to it, or lied, either way it would not end well.

Electra grinned at him then nodded. "Fair enough. I suppose our ways seem strange to you."

"You're claiming to have married me after one meeting," said Scott, a flat expression on his face.

"We are married. You have tasted the blood of my first heat..."

Scott leaned back and looked at her like she had grown a second head. "I'm pretty sure I didn't."

She tapped the place on her head where she had taken an injury. "The symbolism of the event is what matters." Electra clasped her hands to her chest then sighed out slowly in a whimsical manner. "Oh, my innocent maidenly body was torn as I fled from those hideous insects. My heroic husband came to my rescue and shared my life..."

"You fell down and hit your head on a rock," said Scott flatly.

"My head is harder than a rock, silly. My blood flowed because I cut myself," she admitted without any reluctance.

"Why would you do that?" That seemed ridiculous to him. Of course, this entire situation was ridiculous.

Electra tilted her head to the side. Her luxurious hair flowed sideways allowing him a better view of her neck and of her cow-like ear. "Why? Well, you performed the ritual deed of heroism while wearing the traditional garment."

She looked at him curiously. "You wore it and really did not know what you were doing?"

"Ritual garment? What are you talking about?" asked Scott.

"The red cape," said Alice. "It's the traditional garb of a Minotyran youth who sets out to claim a bride from the labyrinth."

"Wait, you... You knew that me wearing that thing could lead to this?" asked Scott in an accusatory tone.

Alice merely smiled at him. It was obvious that she had known.

Scott groaned loudly then smacked his face with his palm. It all made a stupid sort of sense now. The obscenely attractive alien cowgirl had worn her traditional marriage garment. Bullfighters used red capes, and the Minotyra people had a thing for them, too. It really was a big coincidence, but he still felt like he had been set up.

"Look, I don't want to sound like a jerk or anything." Scott looked up at the smiling cowgirl. "But I really don't consider us married."

She pouted at him. "So mean. We performed the ceremony perfectly. You can even understand my language now due to the power of the ritual."

Scott would not be cowed, heh, by her pout. "Look. I don't know you. You're super pretty and all, but I can't believe you'd fall in love with me just like that."

"Love?" she blinked slowly then drew her lips to the side in confusion. "What does that have to do with becoming your wife, and bearing your children?"

"Uh," Scott was not certain what to say about that. Weren't those things typically a package deal?

Electra walked over to him then gently patted him on the cheek. "My people get married out of duty and because we're ready to start a herd of our own. Love, if it comes, comes with time."

Scott thought over her words carefully, but then one word in particular caught his attention. "Wait, herd?"

"Yes!" she gasped loudly. She clasped her hands together even as her expression shifted to one of excited joy. "We should discuss it immediately. How many wives and children do you wish to have? Given my status, you should have at least five wives in order not to lose face in my society."

Scott's eyelid began to twitch again. "What in the... Wives? You expect me to have five wives?"

"At least... I mean, you don't want to lose face in front of my people? I may only be sixteenth in line to the throne of my family's kingdom, but I'm still a blue blood Minotyran."

"Wait, you're saying you're some kind of royalty?" asked Scott loudly, his tone becoming a little more high-pitched than he would have liked.

She laughed beautiful at him, her cowbell clanging lightly with the not-so-subtle motions of her chest. "Yes, I am an ambassador after all."

Scott sighed. "So many questions!"

Alice spoke up then and said, "Lady Electra is sixteenth in line to her family throne. She's the daughter of the seventh wife of her father's herd. Since she is not likely to ascend to the throne, she is considered a surplus daughter."

"Surplus..." Scott looked to Electra. "Daughter? What does that mean?"

Electra smiled softly at them then tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "Since I am not likely to be on the throne, my position is best used in making political alliances through marriage. I was chosen as an ambassador of MILK. I was sent out into the labyrinth and beyond to meet and greet with the other races in the hopes of finding a proper husband to start a herd."

"You lost me again. How is marrying me a good thing politically? I own like three pairs of underwear, and they've all seen better days." Scott chose not to ask about her being the ambassador of MILK. It felt like anything that he said about it would be nothing more than plucking low-hanging comedy fruit, though she certainly looked the part of a MILK ambassador.

Her soft and deep laughter came again. Electra said "Give it time. The people of this world are of great interest to my people. You are new to the labyrinth, and have found a way to continue to improve your position. You're even in a gifted school to develop your power."

She grinned at him. "I look forward to seeing how powerful my husband becomes."

"Yeah..." Scott stepped further away from her. "I'm going to stop you right there."

"Stop me?" asked Electra curiously.

Scott nodded to her. "I'm far too young to get married, and as incredible as you are, I have something I want to do with my life."

"Hmm? I'm incredible?" she asked, a smile rising up on her lips. She did manage to stop smiling long enough to ask, "What are these plans that you have for your life, husband?"

He ignored her final remark and explained his situation. He felt like a cold-hearted jerk, but he had not asked for any of this at all. "I've spent most of my life training to explore the dungeons and grow stronger. I won't give that up to go be your husband."

"I wouldn't dream of it," said Electra. She flicked her ears back, and her tail swished from side-to-side. "I'd love to see you grow stronger and conquer all that stands before you." Her face reddened and her eyes began to shine with a strange light. Her chest started to heave a little and her lips parted slightly. "Especially with your shirt off."

Scott eyed her silently for a moment. She was obviously lost in her own little world.

Electra giggled softly then her nostrils flared. Her eyes began to sparkle a little just before she whispered, "Oh my yes, apply the oil..."

"Why don't you tell her why you trained for so long?" asked Alice casually.

"Did he not just do so?" asked the Minotyra girl.

"Not completely, no." said Alice.

Scott glanced over to the pink haired woman then back to his so-called wife. "Well, I..."

"Go ahead. Tell her the real reason you trained so hard," said Alice, a smile growing on her lips.

The youth snorted at her then coughed into his hand. Through the forced coughs the words, "Be and superhero were heard clearly."

"I didn't quite catch that," said Electra.

Scott frowned at both women then turned away. His face began to burn a little with embarrassment as he admitted the truth. "I want to become... a superhero."

"Superhero? Is that like a hero only more so?" asked Electra with growing interest.

"Sort of, yes..." mumbled Scott. Why was his face so hot, dammit!

Electra's mouth dropped open briefly then her entire demeanor shifted to one of great exuberance. "My husband has spent most of his life training to be a hero! This is wonderful news!"

Scott did not have a chance to reply, as she rushed over and wrapped her arms around him. "I knew it when I saw you wearing your cute little cape. The gods meant for you to become my husband."

The pleasant pressure of her breasts against his back nearly caused him to lose focus. "No... If I have to deal with a wife I won't be able to concentrate on training. Plus, I'm only eighteen. I can barely vote."

She was not particularly concerned about his life issues and snuggled tighter against him. Scott began to babble whatever came to mind as a means of trying to escape this situation. A little later in life this would have been perfect. As things stood now, it felt like he was being boxed into a situation for which he was not ready.

Finally, he hit upon something useful. "I can't legally get married in North Carolina! I haven't completed my selective service requirement and don't have permission from my parents!"

"Wait, is this true?" asked Electra.

"Technically, yes. He can't be legally married by state law given his current status," said Alice. Scott started to smile triumphantly at her, only for her to supply another helpful tidbit, "Though the age of sexual consent is sixteen in this state."

"You're not helping!" called out Scott.

"Sure I am, just not you," said Alice with a smile. Scott groaned loudly, but his overly insistent wife laughed at his pain.

"I can't get married legally until I'm twenty now that I've signed my selective service paperwork..." said Scott, "Government regulations and stuff."

Upon reaching the age of eighteen, young men and women across the nation were herded into testing centers to test their resonance. During that time they were deemed potential assets to the nation. As such, if they were selected for training they were under contract to the government for a minimum two years of service. Legal contracts, such as marriage, acquisition of a loan, or the purchase of a house were not allowed during that time to prevent the service member from entering into a negative legal situation.

At least, that was the official reason. Most people understood that the situation was meant to make the selective service member more dependent on the government so that they would be less likely to try and escape their duty.

"Why are you fighting this so hard, anyway?" asked Alice.

He sighed. "I don't even know." Scott grumbled as his supposed alien wife felt him up and made happy little mooing noises. He developed a flat expression then sighed.

"Have a girlfriend?" asked Alice, pressing for more information.

"No, I just don't want to be married, yet. I have a lot to do before I settle down, or whatever."

"Ah, that explains it." said Alice, a wide grin forming on her lips. "You planned to sow your wild oats at IDEA, and need to be single to do it!"

Scott made a loud *urk* sound as her words touched him deeply. Increasing his strength was the primary goal, but she had discovered his side-mission master plan. Train hard during school, and try to score a little international school booty after classes and training was over for the day.

"Sew his wild oats? What does this mean?" asked Electra without opening her eyes. She had closed them gently while nuzzling against her husband.

"Uh..." began Scott.

"It means that he wanted to date all the girls that he wanted, without restraint," said Alice, helpfully.

"Oh!" said Electra. "That's not a bad plan, though it would be a problem for now."

"You're actually alright with me dating other people?" asked Scott in surprise. Yes, she had mentioned other wives, but that was not necessarily the same thing.

"Of course, silly. How else will you marry enough women to maintain your social status?" she said reasonably.

"You... Are you sure that I wasn't the one who hit his head on a rock?" asked Scott, his eyes wide and disbelieving.

Electra laughed sweetly then kissed him on the ear. "Court all the women that you like, but there is one thing to keep in mind, my husband."

"Yeah?" asked Scott slowly.

She whispered in his ear. "I'm your first wife. None shall claim your herd seed before me."

"Herd Seed? Wait, never mind... I get it."

"But a two year wait... Whatever shall we do to pass the time?" she asked in an annoyed tone of voice. She pouted then nuzzled her cheek against the back of his head.

Scott somehow managed to wriggle free then moved away far away to stay free of her sweet embrace. "What do you mean, two year wait?"

"You can't be legally married to me according to your culture for another two years, right?" she said with a sad smile.

"Well, yes," said Scott. He actually felt slightly bad after seeing her expression.

"I see," she sighed wistfully. "After all of your complaints, I doubt you'd seek permission from your parents, and honestly you are a little young..."

"Now you admit that?" he asked her with a flat expression. "Though, even if I wanted to ask my parents to permit it, none of us have the hundred grand necessary to buy a writ of leniency from the state."

She stuck out her tongue at him then placed her hands on her hips. "If all it takes is two of this planet's years to get you to properly accept me as your wife then that's no problem."

"So then...?" asked Scott. He was not certain what sort of answer to expect, but he had to ask.

Electra turned her head to look at Alice. "I suppose I'll take you up on that previous offer."

"Ah, that offer. Excellent," said Alice. She smiled darkly in response.

"What are you two talking about, now?" asked Scott.

"Meet the newest candidate for entrance into IDEA." Alice gestured toward Electra. "She's a new foreign exchange student, and will have a connection to America through you."

"She's going to school? Isn't she a little old for that?" asked Scott.

"Hey, I'm only two hundred and three of your years old!" exclaimed Electra in a loud and petulant tone.

"That's about the age of nineteen in human years." said Alice.

Scott blinked at Alice then eyeballed Electra. She did not look like she had been alive for two hundred years. He got over his initial shock then lifted his hand. "Well, guess I'll be seeing you in class then..."

"You'll be seeing her more than that since you'll share a room," said Alice lightly. She then amended her statement. "If you pass the entrance requirements of course."

"Share a room? Seriously?" How the hell could he pick up girls, or train properly for his future as a superhero, with someone like Electra hanging around. Worse! What if he had to fart or pick his nose? This was ridiculous!

"Yes, the rooms are coed anyway," said Alice. She tilted her head to the side then asked, "Didn't you know that?"

"No!" exclaimed Scott. What the hell was wrong with these people? Guys and girls living together, they would never train!

"Don't be such a prude. You're smart enough to already know one of the reasons for the school to exist," said Alice with a smile.

"You mean...?" asked Scott slowly.

Alice's smile widened. "Yes, the higher the resonance of the parents, the higher the potential of the offspring. There are reasons why the rules are so simple at IDEA. The world needs more high resonance people to be born."

"Not just her? I'm going to be rooming with other girls?" asked Scott slowly, his voice cracking a bit at the end.

"Yep, so no watching porn and whacking it, alright?" asked Alice, this time without even a hint of a smile.

Scott slapped his palm across his face once more. The next two years were going to be torture.

"Do not be concerned, husband. I'll make absolutely certain not to allow any other girl to claim the herd seed," said Electra with what seemed to be a genuine and confident smile.

Scott felt like crying. Superhero training was one thing, but what about his beautiful manly dream of hot international super booty? He had not been given the chance to date in school before, but he had hoped to do so now. Worse, he had somehow talked himself into a situation where the hottest girl he'd ever seen now refused to touch him in the sexy way for at least two years.

"What about my manly school dreams!" cried Scott. He was unable to contain himself any longer.

The gathered women all laughed at his outburst. He had brought it on himself, really. On the bright side, now he would have plenty of time to train.