Tohan was incredibly focused on his job. That was admirable and even desired since it meant that he was doing what he was being paid a ridiculous amount of money to do. However, it also meant that he was slowly driving me crazy with just how focused he was when he was working. I could pour an incredible amount of attention into my job, but Tohan made me look like I was slacking off and barely doing the minimum.
Once he plunked his ass in front of the computer and started working, he was gone. I was more personal care-giver than bodyguard at that point. I’d put food beside him and tell him it was there, and when he only grunted a reply, I thought that he’d smell the food and eat it. He may have smelled it, but there wasn’t even the barest flicker of interest from him. I left him alone and started on the file combing he’d asked me to do figuring that he’d eat once he was hungry enough.
Hours later, the internal alarm I’d set to notify me of the next meal time went off. The plate beside Tohan was empty, so I picked it up and went to make us both something to eat. We hadn’t made the hydroponics run yet because Tohan wanted to get some of the other security things squared tightly away before we left the computer room. I thought that was a solid plan and agreed that the fresh food run could easily wait another day or even several days if necessary. We certainly weren’t even close to being in desperate need of the food in the hydroponics bay seeing as it was only our second day at the prison.
I put a new plate of food beside Tohan and nudged his arm. He barely glanced at the plate and mumbled thanks without really turning his attention from the screen. I watched him for a few minutes, but he was obviously right back into his work—if his attention had ever really been taken from it. I went back to my data search, my plate beside me. I slowly ate as I went through the data looking for what Tohan asked. It was a long, very boring process, but given the fact that we seemed to be fairly secure in the computer room, it wasn’t like I had a lot of other things to occupy my time.
The first time I’d put a full plate beside Tohan, I thought he’d eventually eaten what I’d given him. I’d have thought the same thing the second time if I hadn’t caught Effie in the act of eating what I’d served Tohan. Tohan didn’t seem to notice what Effie was doing, and Effie looked guilty as fuck when he realized he’d been caught.
Effie’s reaction was actually pretty funny. He’d frozen with the food halfway to his mouth, his eyes locked with mine. He slowly moved his foreleg holding the food to his mouth as if waiting to see how far he’d get before the shouting started. I’d yelled his name when he had the food close to his mouth and said he was bad like I’d heard Tohan tell him. Effie lurched into sudden motion, jammed the food into his mouth, made a half-assed attempt to grab more food off the plate, and ran faster than I thought he could to the change room where, I assumed, he scurried into his nest. He left a trail of food bits behind him.
Tohan didn’t so much as flinch at the mad scramble Effie made off the desk even through there was all kinds of noise and movement literally within inches of him.
I’d called Tohan’s name and got no response. Not even a mumbled excuse that he’d eat in a minute as he’d said once before when I tried to remind him to eat the first meal. It was as if I wasn’t even saying anything or he’d suddenly gone deaf. He said fondling him would immediately drag his attention away from what he was doing, but I was loath to do that when I had no intention of doing anything sexual with him at the moment. I didn’t want him to think I was a tease or was playing some sort of game with his arousal. In general, sexually teasing someone without intending to follow through with sex very shortly after was seen as very bad form among the Awh’anise unless there was some sort of prearranged agreement for the teasing. Not that I didn’t want to have sex with Tohan. I most certainly did. I simply thought there should be some sort of work versus off-hour times for that sort of thing. I had a certain degree of professionalism to maintain regardless of how happy I knew Tohan would be to nail my ass any time I even hinted at wanting that.
By the time the next meal hour rolled around, I was fairly certain I was going to need to grope Tohan to drag him away from the computer. In the four hours since I’d put the previous plate beside him the only thing that I was sure he moved were his hands to either type something or to move the pointer. Even his tail was still, a sign of extreme concentration among the Awh’anise.
Missing a meal or two generally wasn’t that big of a deal for people. Missing multiple meals would, however, decrease Tohan’s productivity and quite possibly muddle his thinking. I placed the meal next to him and called his name several times just in case I was wrong about that having no effect on getting Tohan’s attention. There was no response. Not even so much as a twitch of his tail tip to say he’d heard me. I sighed and hoped I wasn’t about to offend Tohan with what I was going to do next. Sex could certainly come after the meal if he wanted, but he was going to eat in the next ten minutes.
Tohan was still nude, which I appreciated a lot and made what I was about to do so much easier. Not that typical Awh’anise clothes did anything to impede access to bare flesh. I reached down and stroked my fingers over his nipples. A little smile appeared on my lips when they immediately stiffened at my touch. Tohan made a soft sound of approval in his throat but continued typing and scrolling through the code on the screen. I played with his nipples a little more, tugging and pinching them, but he was still utterly focused on what he was doing. The reaction of his body to my touch didn’t seem to be reaching his brain. I hadn’t thought that would be an issue. Laser focus to the exclusion of everything else indeed.
Tohan was apparently insanely focused on work if he could more or less ignore somebody gently tweaking his nipples. I’d never be able to ignore something like that. Granted, I had a bit of a kink for nipple play, but still. Most people would at least look at the person fondling them and pause in what they were doing. Tohan wasn’t fooling around either to get me to touch him more. He, honest to gods, was that intent on his work.
Perhaps when he’d said to fondle him, he meant touch his dick. He hadn’t specified what sort of fondling worked best to yank him out of his work fugue. I could most certainly do that. Matter of fact, it would be my distinct pleasure to take hold of Tohan’s dick.
I slid my hand down his chest and wrapped my fingers around his cock, giving him a gentle stroke. His cock immediately firmed in my hand going from soft to hard so quickly I was a little awed. The sound of typing immediately stopped, and I heard the very low rumble of his purr start up. He tilted his head back to look at me, a wicked grin on his lips and arousal in his eyes.
“What’s up, Warrick? Aside from me, of course.”
I snorted a laugh. “Food time. You’ve missed two meals already. You need to eat. Now.”
“Really? Two meals? Huh. That would explain why my stomach is now growling.”
I let go of his dick only to have him grab my wrist and keep my hand where it was. I wasn’t protesting that too strenuously because I liked the feel of his dick in my hand. But he really did need to eat, and I couldn’t see my fondling him as anything other than supremely distracting as he was trying to eat. At least I’d find it very distracting to have someone stroking me off as I ate.
“Food can wait,” Tohan said with a leer.
“No, it can’t,” I replied.
“It’s rehydrated whatever. Letting it sit a little won’t hurt.”
Tohan’s hand squeezed mine, making me grip his cock tighter. His purr got a touch louder for a few seconds before dropping down into the barely audible range for me. He definitely liked the feel of my hand on his dick.
“It won’t change the nutritional quality, no, but it will make the texture vastly unappealing. These meals do not benefit from going cold either. Yes, they’re still perfectly safe to eat, but you really won’t want to. Trust me on this. I also don’t want to give Effie the chance to steal your food again. He ate the first meal I put next to you and about half of the second one before I caught him.”
“I’ve eaten Tyh’s cooking and lived. Rehydrated something-or-other, regardless of when it was prepared, could never approach that level of bad,” Tohan said with a shrug and a smile. “I love my brother, but I swear he can burn water. He lives in the Shal-hazal House not only because he’s one of the Wills but because there’s a huge, full-service dining room for the people who live in the House. I know for a fact that Dak is supremely grateful that he doesn’t need to eat anything Tyh throws together. I actually think Tyh’s cooking is some sort of level-three bio-hazard.”
I laughed at that. I could prepare a gourmet meal fit to be served to heads of state with little more than mystery meat caught in a sewer, three spices, two vegetables, and some greens for garnish. Programming and access to a vast recipe database could make anybody proficient. I still couldn’t do a lot to make the rehydrated food taste significantly better. Nutritionally adequate did not mean flavourful or even just okay tasting.
“That may be the case for you. I, however, would prefer not to have to eat this food once its congealed into some sort of formless lump with all the flavour of an under-seasoned mud patty. I hope you realize that I’m only doing what you told me too, Tohan. You said to make sure you ate and slept and that if I needed to drag you away from the computer to do those things, fondling you was the fastest way to get your attention. I understand that sexually teasing someone is not viewed well in your culture, and it wasn’t my intent to tease you. I need you to eat. Now.”
Tohan sighed and pushed back from the computer, letting go of my hand that he’d kept on his cock as well. He stood and stretched, some of his joints making a popping sound when he did so. He was still hard and seeing him stretch, his muscles shifting and bunching in a very attractive and arousing way, suddenly made me question if I remembered correctly just how awful the rehydrated food tasted when it was cold and congealed. Even if the food was horrible, it might be worth it just this once. Tohan smiled at me, and his tail swished lazily behind him.
“Rethinking that bit about the food being inedible if it goes cold? Or maybe thinking that it would be worth it anyway?” Humour and arousal was in Tohan’s voice. “I can smell the beginnings of arousal from you, and it’s getting stronger with every breath that I take. I’m pretty sure you know I’m all for that. I mean, if the rock hard boner I’ve got pointing at you wasn’t enough of a clue that I’d totally be on board with both of us getting frisky in the next thirty seconds. And I knew you weren’t being a cock-tease when you grabbed my dick. I told you to do it to yank me out of my programming fugue.”
“I have noticed how happy you are from me getting handsy with you and assumed the continued erection was because of and for me,” I chuckled.
“Only if you want it. It’ll keep, more or less, if you really are set on eating right now. Hell, even if it goes down, you’ll just need to touch me again, and we’ll be back in business in like three seconds flat. You can make me hard just from breathing. No lie. Stand next to me and breathe softly near my ear, and I guaran-fucking-tee I’ll pop a boner.”
My cheeks heated a touch at his words, the sincerity of them and his utter belief in what he said. Tohan was a wonderful boost to my sexual confidence. I almost hated to do it, but the sexual fun would need to come after I’d fulfilled my duty to keeping him feed and rested so he could do his job at peak performance.
“Food first. My memory is excellent and rehydrated food gone cold is a rather disgusting memory I’d rather not repeat if it can be helped at all. While we eat, you can finally tell me why my tatts freaked you out when you saw them the first time.”
“Sure. It’s not really much to tell,” Tohan said as he grabbed the plate from the desk and gestured to the lumpy couch with it.
I picked up my plate from where I’d put it near my workstation and joined Tohan on the couch. Tohan was already making serious headway into the food on his plate. He wasn’t gulping it down, but it was a close thing. I ate at a slower pace. I thought that it might be an idea to give him seconds since he’d missed two meals earlier. He slowed when most of the food was gone, his initial hunger likely eased, and began to speak.
“Okay, you already know about Moswen’s chaos effect because I’ve told you about it, and you were able to confirm some of the details I told you. I’m not sure if you entirely believe me about how whack-a-doodle some of the stuff that’s happened has been, but the important thing that colours what I’m going to say next is that I believe in his chaos effect. Not just that it is a thing, but that it... changes things in ways you can’t really imagine, and sometimes you need to go way, way back to find that moment, that pebble dropped into a lake, that touches and affects everything from one shore to the other.”
“The butterfly effect. I’ve heard of it,” I said with a little nod as I finished my meal and set the plate aside.
“The what?” Tohan asked with a frown. “What’s a butterfly?”
“Rune, the woman who somehow convinced me to get the tattoo on my chest, called it the butterfly effect. A butterfly is a small, delicate insect with beautiful, brightly coloured, paper-thin wings native to Earth, her home world. They’re very pretty and harmless. The butterfly effect is when a butterfly flaps its wings and a day later, on the other side of the world, a typhoon happens. It is a phrase her people use to describe small, seemingly inconsequential actions that drastically alter the outcome of events.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much what Moswen’s chaos effect is,” Tohan said with a grin. “Kinda cool that it goes by other names on other worlds although having more than one person causing that sort of crap out in the universe is a bit on the scary side. From what Moswen says, the Fire Snakes have shit-fits over his chaos effect because it screws up even their ability to see the future around him. I think Moswen makes them nervous because they’re sort of flying blind when it comes to him, those closest to him, and the things that get set into motion. The Fire Snakes sound like they’re massive control freaks from what I know, and Moswen unintentionally fucks with that control, big time.
“A Shal-hazal is damn near a god in the Dream World. The Fire Snakes are pretty much the real deal to hear any Shal-hazal talk about them. Every Awh’anise knows about the Fire Snakes, but they only visit the Shal-hazal and, generally, only in dreams. Very rarely do they appear in the real world. The Fire Snakes are the ones responsible for kicking us, as a species, several rungs up the evolutionary ladder. We apparently went through about fifty thousand years of evolution in roughly three thousand years because of what they did to us. That’s insanely fast as I understand it.”
My eyes widened in surprise. The amount of power and knowledge necessary to do something like that to an entire species was staggering. It also made me wonder why the Awh’anise had been bumped that far up the evolutionary chain. There had to be a very compelling reason for doing that. The alien assisted, super-sonic speed of the Awh’anise development hadn’t been in the data Moswen gave me. I didn’t think it was a deliberate withholding of information though. There was a side note in the information that said the Awh’anise were not far removed from their animal ancestors and that it was believed that developmental closeness to their more primitive selves accounted for the majority of their behaviours and culture, which often seemed primal and savage to other species. If the Awh’anise had changed that quickly, it certainly did explain a great deal about them and why they behaved as they did.
“Fire Snakes are responsible for your evolutionary leap? You’re sure about that? Why would they do something like that?” I asked.
“Absolutely. They weren’t shy about taking credit for doing it. They wanted us to know, and they wanted us to know that they weren’t gods, just a very advanced species. Apparently, they did it as part of some millennia long war with another insanely powerful species, the Ruks. We were or are to be something to help turn the tide against the Ruks. No idea how that’s worked out for them or if what they did to us is still in the work-in-progress phase. I don’t think we’ve done anything as a species to help in any great galactic battle, but they’re not really forthcoming with their battle plans or with info about how the war is going. Honestly, we wouldn’t even know there was a war raging on if we hadn’t been told that by both the Fire Snakes and Ruks, so take away whatever you want on the subject.”
Interesting. Wars happened all the time all over the universe, but I’d never heard of this one. Not that it necessarily meant anything that I hadn’t. I couldn’t possibly know of every war going on everywhere. However, if the war was being fought for thousands of years and was still ongoing and possibly spanned galaxies, it stood to reason that there would be at least rumours of it somewhere.
“I’ve heard of Fire Snakes before, but I’m not sure they’re the same creatures. I’ve never heard of the Ruks, but that means little,” I said as I quickly went through my archived data looking for the exact conversation. “It could be simply a situation where the same name is used for completely different beings. That’s definitely not out of the realm of possibility.”
“In what context did you hear of them? It could be something different from what my people know as Fire Snakes. Coincidences do happen. I just don’t trust random happenstance to actually be random happenstance. So many times it’s not, so I tend to assume everything is somehow related to some grander picture that I can’t see yet. You hearing of Fire Snakes before we met when they play such a huge role in Awh’anise life stinks of way more than just a funny coincidence to me. This could totally be part of the giant clusterfuck that’s about to drop on our heads thanks to Moswen’s chaos effect. I’m leaning heavily to ginormous clusterfuck, just so you know, because seemingly tiny, unrelated things always have a way of blowing up huge in my life. The more minor the initial event, the more far-reaching the outcome. Why, yes, I am paranoid. Thank you for noticing,” Tohan said with a soft snort.
A tiny shiver moved down my spine when I found the conversation and replayed it. I did a little more digging through my archived memories for a few more details that had seemed unimportant at the time but now had greater significance given the conversation we were having. I inhaled sharply. This could not be a coincidence. It was too astounding to be simple coincidence. I hadn’t put a lot of stock in Tohan’s claim of Moswen’s massive chaos effect five minutes ago. Now, I think I was about to become a true believer.
“Rune and Sinn, her husband, mentioned Fire Snakes during the briefing of the mission that I did with them. She said they had a Fire Snake as an “ace-in-the-hole”, meaning she had a secret advantage that when revealed, would guarantee victory. Rune has a laser tattoo of a snake-like creature on her leg from ankle to hip and it looks like a living creature due to the nature of the tattoo. I have a picture of that if you want to see it to compare to what one of your Fire Snakes looks like.
“She said the tattoo is a real Fire Snake called Yanaba and that Sinn can call it forth at will because he is the Fire Lord, although it was never explained to me just what that was. I never saw that happen, but others confirmed it was true. She said a friend, Zivon, dreamed of her having the tattoo and insisted that she get it. To the point that he nagged her for weeks about it. I never met Zivon, but I did see him in a group photo that Rune had. I think you need to see both the picture of Rune’s tattoo and the group shot.”
Tohan gave me a sceptical look. “A Fire Snake is huge—like freakingly massive huge. They’re usually over a hundred feet long. Dak said he could probably stand in the mouth of one when said mouth was closed, and Dak is six and a half feet tall. Unless this Rune chick is a giant of a giant, I can’t see how a tattoo on her leg could become a Fire Snake like what I’m familiar with.”
“Just the fact that a tattoo becomes a thing that has a solid form should tell you that you’re not really able to apply logic in this situation,” I said with a little chuckle. “You need to see these pictures. I can download a copy to your wristcom if you let me.”
“Okay. I’m curious enough. Are you going to need a wired connection of some kind, or can you do it wireless if I give you the password?”
“I’d prefer wireless. It’s easier and less intrusive to me. It doesn’t hurt to physically jack in to something but does give me a vague sense of vulnerability, especially if it’s not something I know is secure like the servers on base where I live. I have very good protection, but I’m still plugging my brain directly into whatever, and that’s a little nerve-wracking.”
Tohan looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded. “I totally could see that. Hold on, and I’ll give you access to throw the pics my way. I coded the security on this bad boy myself because I’m a paranoid fuck, so it’s probably safer than any server you’ve ever plugged into. Made a nice profit selling the security program to the Awh’anise military later on,” Tohan said with a grin.
Tohan flicked through a few screens, the wristcom projecting an enlarged holo version of what he was looking at a little above his wrist. Some of the code I could make out as it was written in Awh’anise and Common. Other parts of it, I had no clue, as it appeared to be multiple languages. Very interesting and creative way of layering security.
“Okay, good to go. Your password is hotmetalass. You can only download stuff though—not that I’m restricting your access because I don’t trust you. I actually do. I just don’t want somebody somehow getting access and uploading bad shit to target you specifically. Yeah, I know the chances of that are like smaller than small, but better safe than sorry. And paranoid as fuck right here.”
I snorted a laugh at the password. At least it would be easy to remember. I gained access and sent the pictures to his wristcom. The device chimed softly when they were received, and Tohan immediately called up the picture of the Fire Snake, the image enlarged as a holo floating a few inches above the device. He was silent as he stared at the image for several long seconds.
“Yeah, that’s a Fire Snake. I’ve never heard of one being all glitterific-rainbow white, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any. It’s not like I’m anything close to an expert on the creatures. Overall though, that’s dead on how one looks according to everything I’ve heard, read and seen. Like right down to the jewel-like scales and beard flowing from its chin to the I-know-everything-and-you-know-nothing look in its eyes. I mean, there could be a ton of other cultures that have something similar either for real or in stories, but given everything else, I’m gonna say this is a Fire Snake. Which leads me to wonder who this Zivon guy is, why he dreamed of Rune having the tattoo, and why he insisted on her getting it. This other picture is gonna blow my freaking mind, isn’t it?”
“Check the group photo,” I said as that shiver crawled down my spine again at having Tohan confirm that the Fire Snake on Rune’s leg was the same sort of creature that he said had played such a massive role in his species development.
Tohan flicked to the other photo I’d sent to his device. He stared at it for a few seconds before he snapped his gaze to me, obviously seeing what I’d realized just a few minutes ago.
“Are you fucking with me? How did you get this? What the fuck is he doing in this photo?” he demanded, his tone and body language shifting into aggression so fast it was startling.
I had no idea what was behind his sudden attitude change. Yes, it was a bit unsettling to see Zivon in the photo when put into context of what we’d been discussing, but I didn’t think it was worthy of the increasing possibility of physical violence that was building in Tohan.
“I recorded it automatically when it was shown to me by Rune. It was apparently taken the night that she got her tattoo. The tall, winged man with his arm around her is Sinn, her husband. The even taller winged man is Liron, a former royal guard to Sinn. The man leaning on the staff is Zivon, which I’m fairly certain you’ve already guessed. I thought it was interesting that he is Awh’anise and the one who insisted on Rune getting the tattoo given your people’s relationship with the Fire Snakes. It certainly lends a great deal more credibility, in my mind, to the chaos effect you say Moswen has and to the idea that her tattoo is of a Fire Snake like your people are familiar with. The only question I’ve got now is just what tail twitch of Moswen’s is responsible for all this,” I said with a gesture to encompass us and our current situation.
Tohan stared at me for several long seconds before he blew out a breath and raked his hands through his hair. The level of his aggression dropped away, and he stared at the photo again shaking his head a little.
“I’ve seen him before. Kushaiah was almost kitnapped by a delusional psycho early in his relationship with Makis and Mered. The sick bastard used a family member that was a Shal-hazal of a different House than the one my family runs to help him track Kushaiah down. The psycho firmly believes that Kushaiah and him are in love and want to be together even though Kushaiah has straight up told him that he hates him and wants to kill him. The Shal-hazal, Gytha, that helped the crazy freak got into huge trouble for doing that, and one of the Shal-hazal Warriors who came to escort Gytha back to her House was this guy. I didn’t know his name then.”
Tohan looked back at the photo, frowned, and enlarged the photo. His frown deepened as he stared at the photo and zoomed in even more before looking at me with a little confusion.
“When was this photo taken?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. I saw it a little over four years ago. I can call up an exact date of when I saw the photo if you want, but unfortunately that won’t help you date the photo itself.”
Tohan shook his head. He set aside his nearly empty plate, rose from the couch, and retrieved a slim data pad from one of the transport boxes. He turned it on and looked directly at me.
“I know I’m not supposed to have anything that is able to communicate beyond the prison or on channels not approved just in case it fell into the hands of the prisoners. But I wasn’t about to walk my sweet ass into this situation without some kind of back-up in the event that things went sour fast. This data pad wouldn’t do the prisoners any good as it’s got my special project encryption on it, and unless you know what to enter, you don’t get past the power on screen. You get three wrong guesses, and then it fries itself. Open the casing without doing it in the correct sequence, and it fries itself. Been working on this for the military to provide an ultra secure data channel. Still has some glitches to fix, but I haven’t had one spontaneously burst into flames in a couple of months. Even so, I’d appreciate it if you pretend you never saw this. Aside from being top secret Awh’anise military hardware, I don’t want to pay any penalties for bringing restricted items into the facility when said item literally wouldn’t be of any use to anyone but me right now.”
“I see a reader unit brought along to relieve boredom when the work for the day is done,” I said with a small smile.
“You’re all kinds of awesome, Warrick,” Tohan said with a grin.
He tapped quickly on the data pad. His tail tip flicked up and down as he waited for whatever response the data pad was going to give him. I couldn’t see the screen, but Tohan stared at it intently, scrolling through whatever it was before he suddenly burst out laughing. He clutched the data pad to his chest and laughed so hard I saw tears leak from his eyes. I had no idea what was going on and waited for Tohan to wind down and tell me. I never doubted he would, but it took longer than I thought for his laughter to die down.
“Okay, the guy in the pic you showed me is Zivon, and the guy I saw was his identical twin, Zesiro. I checked the Shal-hazal database because Zivon has some serious scars that Zesiro doesn’t, and if you saw that photo four years ago, there’s no way the guy I saw at roughly the same time could be the same as the one in the picture. The scars on Zivon are old and fully healed in the photo. Zesiro didn’t have any scars that I could see when I saw him, and it’s not like it’s easy to hide scars like Zivon has on his face.
“Zivon is a Spirit, and Zesiro is a Warrior Shal-hazal. From all accounts, Zivon is a nice guy and apparently works on a semi-regular contract basis for Mayhem Inc. when they need to extract people from delicate situations. I actually know of the company as they hired me to do some... creative computer consulting for them once. Never met anyone personally as it was all done electronically. Good, prompt payment. Pleasantly professional. I wouldn’t turn them down if they approached me for more work.”
That cold shiver down my spine was back stronger than ever at Tohan’s words. It was a freakishly huge coincidence that he not only recognized Zivon, more or less, but that he’d also done some work for Mayhem Inc. in the past.
“The only reason I know about Zesiro, and mistook him for Zivon, was because I was at the House to drop off a data pad I’d fixed for my sho and happened to be walking through the main lobby to leave when Zesiro made a comment, within hearing range of Tyh, about how hot Dak looked and how he’d like to fuck him hard and make him scream with pleasure. It’s dangerous to make those sorts of comments about a Lor’fei partner where the other half of the pairing can hear it. It’s suicidal to make that sort of comment about a Litch Will’s Lor’fei partner where said Litch Will can hear it.
“Tyh viciously beat Zesiro unconscious before Moswen got Tyh off Zesiro. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother so furious, and I’m almost positive Tyh was trying to kill Zesiro. He wasn’t even listening to Dak’s demands to stop, and Tyh always listens to Dak. Tyh got some really nasty shots on Moswen, too, and the only way Moswen stopped Tyh was to Dream-Step him away for a minute or two for him to calm the fuck down. I don’t think Zesiro realized what Dak is to Tyh when he made the comment as he’d apparently been off-world causing shit elsewhere in the galaxy when all the stuff went down with Tyh and Dak. Or maybe Zesiro did know and just wanted to see what would happen if he said what he did. Apparently, Zesiro is known as a mega shit-disturber of truly epic proportions in his House.”
Zesiro would need to take shit-disturbing to monumental levels if he was crazy enough to pull the tail of a Litch Will with a Lor’fei about said Lor’fei. I only had the data that Moswen had given me, and from that alone, I knew better than to go poking at that testy beast with a sharp stick like Zesiro had. If Tohan hadn’t said Zesiro was a Warrior Shal-hazal, I’d have wondered how far along his insanity as a Litch was to make him provoke someone he really should’ve known better than to provoke.
“I was laughing so damn hard because a few months after that incident with Tyh, Zesiro found his Lor’fei, and for months after finding him, Zesiro thought his Lor’fei was an actual animal. Like fur, walking on all fours, can’t speak, real deal animal. He had no clue that the frankly terrifying creature that was his Lor’fei was actually a guy whose species can change their form into that of an animal. AshEri is a Ruislipian, and Zesiro rescued him from a slaver ship while he was in his animal form. Apparently, the slavers hadn’t known he was actually a man either since they’d captured him when he was an animal. AshEri was being super cautious about revealing himself just in case he was trading one very bad situation for another. It was like all the nasty karma that Zesiro racked up from his shit-disturber lifestyle came due all at once when he found his Lor’fei and thought that he was tied for life to an animal. I’m also going to throw it out there that it was his interaction, brief as it was, with Moswen that got that particular crazy ball rolling.”
I could definitely see why Tohan had laughed to the point of tears over Zesiro’s situation. It was damn funny to think of someone used to causing all manner of shit suddenly getting what seemed like a big, steaming pile of it dumped on his head. Karma was certainly a bitch.
“I can see the connection between you and Zesiro and through him, Zivon, which leads back to Rune with her tattoo and eventually me telling you about it, bringing us back to this point in a rather complex loop of events. However, the flaw in your logic, such as it is, about this all being Moswen’s chaos effect is that the incident with Moswen interacting with Zesiro, however brief, was after Zivon convinced Rune to get the tattoo since you said that you saw Zesiro at around the same time I saw the picture of the night Rune got the tattoo. The timeline doesn’t work out. I think you’re trying to look for connected things in this instance, Tohan.”
“Maybe. I already told you that the Fire Snakes can see the future. That’s one hundred percent truth. They also nudge things along in the present to make that future happen if it suits their plans. They’ve told us this themselves. They saw this,” Tohan waved his hand in a vague gesture at us, “and while some of it was likely clouded by Moswen’s chaos effect, they can still see events that unfold around Moswen. When Moswen is involved, they can’t spot the pebble dropping into the water, but they sure as shit can watch the ripples move away from that point of impact.”
“So they told Zivon to force Rune into getting a tattoo so that years later when I was on a mission with her, she’d convince me to get a tattoo that would hold meaning for you? That’s what you’re thinking, right? Why? What’s my having a tattoo that means something to you have to do with... well... anything?”
“Not a fucking clue. Honest. I’m not a Shal-hazal, I’ve never seen a Fire Snake in person or in dreams, and I’ve never had any contact whatsoever with a Ruks to the absolute best of my knowledge. There’s a plan going on for us. We’re part of something the Fire Snakes have in the works. I just don’t have any fucking idea what that is. But, I’m betting us being here plays a role somehow. There is something else going on here outside of the prisoners trying to haul ass off this asteroid, and the Fire Snakes have poked their busy-body snouts into it for some reason.”
“I can’t say there isn’t something going on here other than the attempted hacking because we both believe that there is. I’m not a paranoid person who sees conspiracies behind every closed door, but there seems to be a bunch of small inconsistencies that are adding up to more than what things appear to be on the surface. I’m going to hold my opinion in reserve about whether or not the Fire Snakes have their proverbial fingers in this mess and are pushing events and people in certain directions. I do agree though that the level of coincidence for, well, everything is much, much too high to be just coincidence. Somebody somewhere is pulling some strings. Whether that’s the Fire Snakes or the criminals imprisoned here or somebody else entirely, I guess we’ll see as we dig into things here.”
Tohan nodded in agreement. “Good enough for now. Eventually, you’ll see I’m right. Hey, not to besmirch your culinary abilities or anything, but what do you think about doing that hydroponics run tomorrow? While not quite a Tyh-level biohazard, that whatever-the-hell-it-was we had for supper was about as tasty as wet sawdust, and I’m really not a picky eater. It was filling, but definitely toying with how-bad-does-it-need-to-taste-before-I-won’t-eat-it territory.”
I laughed at that. “Tomorrow sounds like a plan. I’ll give you a list of things you’ll need to tell the bots to harvest, and we can plan out the most efficient route to take to get in, get the stuff, and get out again without giving the inmates a chance to try to capture us again.”
“I’m good with the no capture thing. Unless it’s you capturing me. I’d totally be on board with that playtime scenario,” Tohan said with a leer.
“We could do that,” I said with a little nod and a curl of anticipation winding through me. “But you might want to check on Effie first. I yelled at him and scared him away from your plate of food earlier. He scuttled away into the locker room and has been hiding there ever since.”
Tohan sighed. “I highly doubt you scared him or that he’s hiding. He’s probably plotting something because you chased him away from what he was eating. I’ll go make nice with him for a bit. Then, I’ll come back, and you can hold me hostage to the depraved whims of your lecherous desires. I’m easy. Super easy. Embarrassingly easy really.”
I laughed and watched Tohan head for the locker room to do whatever he needed to for Effie. I had the feeling that the mission was getting more and more complicated with every hour that passed. But, at the same time, it was exciting. And that didn’t even take into account the utterly fantastic sex I’d so far been treated to and was about to be shown again. This mission was going to be the sort of thing that involved epic songs being sung of the events. I could feel that with utter certainty. Outstanding.
I was officially in heavy lust with Warrick. The full-on sex had been awesome. A giddy rush actually swept through me at the thought of banging his exceptionally fine ass when he was out of his chassis. It’d been kinky cool to slide into him as a cyborg, but I wanted to feel his skin against mine as we ground together, panting and grunting and reaching for orgasm. He smelled better than fantastic as his arousal increased, and I honest to gods wanted to lick him entirely from head to toe. Well, not really lick his chassis, but I wanted to taste every inch of his skin that I could. I wanted his scent clinging to me just as mine needed to be covering him.
I had no idea what had come over me to call him mine, even in a casual form. That wasn’t something that typically slipped out of my mouth regardless of how arousing and attractive I found my partner to be—especially not after the first real romp in bed with someone. I’d said it to lovers before, but only after being with them for a few months. I didn’t count the times I’d said it when under the effects of a breeding cycle as that was a completely different situation and generally an Awh’anise wasn’t very rational then, operating purely on instinct and very firmly in the dominating/submissive mindset. At least initially, we were like that until the insane need to breed settled into just a very serious need to breed.
I hadn’t expected him to respond in kind and say the right word back to me. I knew he had the entire Awh’anise language in his head, but that shouldn’t have meant he’d know what to say back to me. At least, I didn’t think it worked that way. Warrick replying as he did had sent a thrill through me like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt so right, it was a little scary. But scary in a good way. He made me purr for him, too. Like most Awh’anise, I was usually good at controlling when and who I purred for. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it around him. I was far too content and happy feeling. That was scary as fuck because I’d never had the problem of keeping my purring to myself before. I couldn’t stop myself with Warrick. I’d make myself stop and then five minutes later, I’d find myself purring again as we lay snuggled together. I finally mentally shrugged and just let it happen.
I wasn’t sure if he knew the significance of my purr. I had no idea all of what Moswen had stuffed into Warrick’s head. I knew, in general, that Warrick now had language, customs, and such, but whether he now knew about some of the finer points of Awh’anise interaction, I didn’t have a fucking clue. Was the thing about us purring for a partner important information to be included in the data dump Moswen had done or was it just an unimportant side note that was left out? If Warrick was curious or needed more info, I was sure he’d ask. Warrick didn’t strike me as the kind of person to silently try to muddle his way through something if asking a few questions would get him the details he needed. It wasn’t a secret that the Awh’anise purred so maybe he thought nothing of it.
I was super comfortable where I was, and I should’ve been sleeping but my mind wouldn’t shut off. It happened sometimes when there was something bothering me about the way a program was working, or not working as the case often was. My body was nice and relaxed from the awesome sex with Warrick, and I was currently laying half on him, his heart a steady thumping under my ear and his oddly comforting-to-me, personal scent filling my nose. Effie was a little furnace against my back, his legs wrapped around me as much as possible, his breath puffing gently over the back of my neck. I felt settled and peaceful and like everything was suddenly perfectly right in my world. This actually felt better and more comforting than sleeping in a tangle with Tyh and Telek, and I’d never felt that way before about anybody I’d slept with.
My brain wouldn’t let me fully sink into the peace though. It kept going over the parts of the programming I’d been checking, questioning things and not finding answers, which was frustrating. I tried to shove those questions away, but my mind refused to stop poking and going round and round in circles. It was annoying as fuck when I wanted and needed to sleep.
Warrick seemed to be asleep. Effie was out like a light. I refused to disturb either of them by getting up and going back to the computer. I was also pretty sure that if I did get up and hit the computer again, Warrick would wake up, give me hell, and probably make me go back to bed. I smiled a little at that thought. I didn’t doubt for a second he’d be persistent as fuck in making me rest. I kinda liked that. It made me feel all warm and squishy inside. Yes, I knew it was his job to make sure I did my job properly, but I also felt like he was concerned about me on a personal level, too. We seemed to click with one another, which was a billion kinds of awesome.
“Can’t sleep or won’t sleep? You need rest, Tohan. I’ve taken into account the length of an Awh’anise day in figuring out our active/rest cycle, and you should be sleeping now,” Warrick said in a low voice. “You should be feeling like it’s the middle of an Awh’anise night and be sufficiently tired to fall asleep quickly.”
“Shit, did I wake you?” I wasn’t sure how I could’ve woken him since I hadn’t moved so much as the tip of my tail, but whatever.
“No. This close to you I can monitor your breathing and heartbeat, and both indicated that while relaxed, you weren’t asleep and didn’t appear to be approaching sleep any time soon. I can go extended periods of time without the need for sleep although my performance will gradually suffer. I’m in a resting mode that’s not sleep until you fall asleep. I’ll sleep then as well; however, my wet-ware will still be active and monitoring several things, alerting me to any changes that require my attention or immediate action.”
“You’re monitoring my heartbeat and breathing?” I asked surprised. I had no idea he could do that. Or would do that.
“Not intentionally. My sensors can pick up those things because of your current proximity to me. I can set them to ignore that if it bothers you. It isn’t meant to be invasive. It’s a passive sort of thing that helps me ensure you perform at optimal levels. It’s something like my monitoring of the air quality and ambient temperature.”
“You keep track of the air quality and temperature? Why?” This surprise conversation was even more interesting than the puzzle of the program my brain was still toying with.
“To keep alert for changes that might pose a threat to us. Decreases in breathable air could be the subtle beginnings of an offensive aimed at incapacitation to make an attack more effective with less chance of injury or failure from our attackers. Or a toxin could be introduced into the air to do the same. Lowered or raised temperatures can serve the same function, making us sleep heavier than we normally would.”
“That is so fucking cool. The monitoring thing I mean. Paranoid, but wicked cool. People call me paranoid, but I say I’m just very cautious. And no, it doesn’t bother me that you’re keeping track of my breathing and shit when we’re this close. I guess, technically, I’m sort of doing the same in a way. I can smell things and hear things from you that give me clues to your emotional and physical state. I can’t turn those senses off, though. I can make an effort to ignore some sounds, but it’d be straight up impossible for me to ignore the smell of your arousal. I can keep myself from acting on that though if I try really, really hard, but that’ll take a lot of effort now that we’ve had sex and I know you want to do it again.”
Warrick chuckled. “Duly noted. And yes, I’d very much like to have sex with you again. Not right this instant, but most definitely again. So, why aren’t you asleep? I assume it has something to do with whatever you were checking earlier. I’ve also got some questions for you regarding both of our tattoos but if you’ve already discovered something in the program, that is my primary concern and I want to hear about that first. I’d also like to discuss our food plans, but we can do that in the morning if you’d like, since it’s not an absolute pressing need right now.”
I hugged Warrick a little tighter and gave his skin a quick lick. I knew with one hundred percent surety that he wanted me to bang him again. It was still made of awesome to hear him say it. I wrestled my libido away from the suddenly very tempting possibility of maybe a little frottage as we lay pressed together. He’d just said not right this instant to more sex, so I’d wait until later. My dick was disappointed with that decision, but that’s the way things were. My brain gleefully leapt to the topic of the programming weirdness the second I stopped trying to wrestle it away from that line of thought.
“There’s something weird about the way some of the programs are organized. I suppose you could put it down to the way things are organized to a set rule for this facility or whatever. At first blush it looks that way. But something about it is bugging me. It’s a little too carefully... disorganized isn’t exactly the right word, but I can’t think of a better one to use at the moment.
“It takes a little time to find specific files I’m looking for, but only certain types of files. The main stuff is easy and generally where I’d expect them to be. Sub-folders are a little trickier, and they’re not the ones I’d expect to have to hunt to find. Stuff that the inmates need to be able to hack faster into the system overall are buried, which is good. But other stuff that people shouldn’t give a shit about are stuffed even deeper than that, which doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“What sort of things?” Warrick asked.
“Innocuous things that make no sense to hide. At least things that don’t makes sense to me. Like water consumption. I get that water is important, but why go to the effort to hide how much water is used in a sub-folder six deep in a folder called maintenance flow, which sounds like it should be about sewage but isn’t? Honest-to-gods, I can’t see anyone really giving two shits about how much water is or isn’t used here. As long as it’s there to drink when you want it, what’s the big deal in making it out to be something worth hiding?”
“That is a bit odd. Perhaps it was an accident to hide the folder? I don’t think that’s worth your attention though. You’re looking for the security holes, not for whomever is trying to use more than their share of water rations.”
That was a good point, but things just didn’t add up for me. I was a paranoid person and fully admitted that. But this folder layout was taking paranoia to a weird new level.
“True, but in looking for the security crap, which isn’t all nice and neat in one secure folder like it should be, I stumbled on this other stuff. I’m too nosy to leave something like that alone. It’s a family trait. The nosiness. I’m not as bad as Moswen, but then nobody is as nosy as he is. At any rate, how can you accidentally misfile a folder about water consumption six folders deep in something that doesn’t seem to have a lot to do with water consumption?
“And why can’t I find the power readouts? I thought if I maybe followed the power path through consumption records, I could get a general idea of where the prisoners were doing their hacking and then try shutting them down for a little while by cutting the power to that area. Life support is a different system, and I wouldn’t touch that, but power for lights and stuff, yeah, I could temporarily cut that to screw with their hacking progress. I can’t find the power records though, which is really weird. Why hide that? They would normally be in the admin section, but they’re not.”
“They could be filed elsewhere. Just because you’re used to a certain arrangement of files doesn’t mean whomever set this system up used the same organizational template you’re used to,” Warrick said.
“Very true. But when I tried a keyword search to find those power files, nothing came up. Not a single damn thing, and I tried every word and word combination I could think of to look for the power files. They exist. I’m sure of it since you’d need to keep track of power flow in a facility like this because it’s all generated on site. Any spikes or disruptions would need maintenance to take a look at the problem, so there have to be records of power usage and on-going monitoring. But I can’t find those records.”
Warrick said nothing for several seconds, so I looked up to see him frowning. Good. He was thinking about what I told him and wasn’t brushing aside my words. He was taking what I was saying seriously and not like I was being a bit too paranoid for my own good. I started talking again now that I was sure I had his attention and not some indulgent thing that would be forgotten come morning.
“The prisoner cells or rooms or whatever you call them have very basic, ultra-low power requirements. There’s an overhead light, a task light, sonic shower, and food dispenser. The dispenser and shower are on-demand and only power up when they’re actually used. The draw, overall, is super low. If you’re running a computer out of a cell, the demand is going to be higher than the average cell especially if the machine is something cobbled together from stolen parts, which it probably is. If that’s the case, the machine is probably going to run hot without the purpose-built fans that computers have so that more power will be needed to run not only the computer but whatever fans or cooling system they’re using. I’m thinking there’s at least two machines running to code break the system, and they’ll likely have them set up in the same area so that the people can talk to one another and not repeat stuff the other person has already tried. That’s how I’d set up a hacking team at any rate.”
Warrick nodded, his look thoughtful. “That’s a good plan of action to find the hackers. Pity it hasn’t worked out. I could’ve stealthed my way into the area based on the information you’d gathered, taken care of the hackers in a very permanent, terminal fashion, and destroyed whatever computers they were using. I doubt there are a lot of people in the prison populace that have the skills necessary to hack a system, so killing even a few of the hackers would slow them down considerably. Destroying their tech would further slow or maybe even stop them for a time. Unfortunately, I wasn’t given a manifest of the prisoners and their crimes that got them sent here. It was deemed unnecessary to my mission parameters. Any prisoner that interfered with my mission was to be seen as a threat and disposable.”
I frowned now. I hadn’t realized that. I didn’t like it. Not the killing part. I didn’t give two shits about that. It was the withholding of information that bothered me. Why keep any information about the prisoners from Warrick? In my head, knowing more about the situation we were going into would only help, not hinder us. Fine, we weren’t going to try to schedule dinner parties with the prisoners, but knowing who was in for what could’ve been helpful. I’d have to see about snagging that inmate list for Warrick.
“I did a brief check of the prisoner log. Currently, there are eight people here with really good hacking skills. It’s what got them sent here in the first place. I know two of them by reputation only, although I didn’t know they were prisoner’s here. Under normal circumstances, the hacking skills of these prisoner’s wouldn’t be an issue since none of the prisoners are allowed anywhere near computers. But they have access to one, or more than one, now. So far, their access appears to be contained to only the systems here on the asteroid and not all of the systems. They can’t make contact with the universe at large as far as I can tell right now, which is good. If word got out what was happening here, I’m positive some of the associates of the more powerful people would mount an attack of some kind.”
“True enough. The auto-defences would engage though. It would need to be an assault of substantial size to overcome those. Given some of the people held here, an assault of that size could likely be raised; although there would be heavy casualties before they managed to break through. It’s also possible that some factions could band together to draw up the necessary firepower to completely smash the auto-defenses if the prisoners managed to somehow get word out to the universe at large. It would be impossible to hide that many heavily armoured ships with the firepower necessary from the tethered station and they’d most certainly send an emergency signal out, notifying an attack. It has the potential for a bloodbath and a high rate of failure. The ones behind this hacking attempt have to realize that.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as ideas and possibilities suddenly clicked into place in my head.
“Shit. What if the purpose isn’t to get themselves off the asteroid via the shuttles but to get a message off the asteroid? Think about it. The shuttles that were here aren’t designed for long flights, and it’s a flight of several hours just to get to someplace with spaceships capable of speed and long flights. The station we left from is the closest and is heavily guarded. There’s no way in hell that an unauthorized ship would be allowed to just land, and the people on said ship go their merry way and book passage to someplace else.
“The derelict station tethered to the asteroid only gets shuttles capable of longer distance once a week for the scheduled crew exchange. If a shuttle managed to leave the asteroid and get to the tethered station, unless they timed it just right, an alarm would be raised on the station. Sure, they could probably dock at the station, but it would be a dead end as they’d be trapped in the shuttle in a de-pressurized docking bay. With the stuff that’s already gone down, I can’t believe they wouldn’t know that.”
“The prisoners do seem to possess a good deal of intel. I agree that they’re likely aware of what would happen if they attempted docking at the tethered station. There could be a ship waiting out of range of the security sensors. That would solve the docking issue with the tethered station, and one of the shuttles could make it out of sensor range. It wouldn’t be a fast flight, but it would certainly be within the capabilities of the shuttles that were here. To the best of my knowledge, the tethered station doesn’t have any ships capable of giving chase and firing upon a fleeing shuttle. It’s merely crew quarters and a way-point.”
“It would take a good bit of money to finance having a ship just waiting out there for stars only knows how long on the off chance that they managed to get a shuttle out of here and cleared of the auto-defences. A message, however, only needs to reach a beacon, and those are small and virtually undetectable unless you’re actively scanning for them. Once a message hits a beacon, it goes to the next and the next, and you’ll never catch up to it regardless of how fast your ship is. Once sufficient clearance from the asteroid is reached, a beacon could be launched from the shuttle, and if it’s small enough, it wouldn’t trigger the defences to target it. It could then broadcast it’s message without any problem. They can’t launch a beacon high enough from the surface of the asteroid to reliably send a message as there is a communication lock-out field. It needs to reach a certain height, and the only way to do that is via a shuttle breaching the auto-defences. The shuttle isn’t the escape. It’s a means to setting up the escape.”
Warrick was quiet for several minutes. Now that the idea of a message beacon had formed in my head, it seemed even more likely than the idea of the prisoners trying to leave for parts unknown via the shuttles. They had to know how close to impossible fleeing in a shuttle was. But a message sent rallying the troops to come when the prison was in disarray and open to attack, that had a lot of merit.
“That does seem very plausible. Additionally, with the pulling of all personnel from not only the asteroid but also the tether station, should a heavily armoured ship arrive on a beacon signal, there’s nobody at the station to send out an emergency message,” Warrick finally said. A smile quirked up one corner of his lips. “You are definitely worth the money you’re being paid to solve this problem.”
I felt ridiculously pleased by Warrick’s compliment.
“That director guy said you’d help me if you could. With some of my equipment getting trashed that I really could’ve used right about now, how do you feel about mind-numbing data crawling?”
“How I feel about it is irrelevant, Tohan. Tell me what you need me to do, and I’ll do my best to complete the task.” Humour was in Warrick’s voice.
“You can say no, Warrick. You’re not a slave for me to use,” I replied, my tone serious.
“No, I’m not a slave. However, I am a soldier on a mission, and my orders expressly state that I’m to help you in whatever way I can. I suppose you could consider yourself my commanding officer in a way if it helps at all. I know you understand about chain of command, so if it helps you have a non-slavery point of view towards my role in this mission, then give me orders, sir.”
I grinned at Warrick, my brain immediately abandoning the thought of what I was on the asteroid to do in favour of something we’d both find way more fun. “So, we could play commanding officer disciplining an insubordinate recruit? I kinda like that game.”
Warrick shot me a surprised look before he laughed softly and gave me a quick kiss on the nose. “I’ve never played that game, but I’d certainly be willing to give it a try.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic. Too bad we don’t have some uniforms to really give it the zing of serious playtime. I bet you’d look awesome in a uniform. But I wasn’t kidding about the brain dead stuff I’d like you to tackle for me. If you can track down where those power consumption files are, that would be awesome. If I can put a crimp in the hackers activities while I continue to do my shit, it’ll help me buy some extra time to plug the security holes. I’d also like you to keep an eye out for any other things that seem odd to you. Nothing specific but just stuff that seems off. I’ve gotten a couple of strange vibes since I started this job, and instinct means a lot to an Awh’anise. Something other than just prisoners causing a shit-storm so they can get the hell off this rock is going on here. I know I’m not here to figure that out, but I feel like it’s connected in some way.”
“I can certainly do that. Since we’re discussing strategies, on the food front, you’ll need to adjust, if possible, the harvesting schedule of the bots in hydroponics in certain areas for us. The sooner we make a run there, the better. It leaves less time for the prisoners to come up with a plan to attack us, and if we stick to mostly fresh food with a little of our supplies mixed in to round out our nutritional needs, the things we brought will last longer. Hopefully, we only need to do one run to the hydroponics bay before we can get this situation wrapped up, but we should also think about needing a second at some future date before we’re finished here.”
“Yeah, I can do that. The bots shouldn’t be a problem to order around. The security for them is okay, but it could be a hell of a lot better. You tell me what you think we need, and I can do it in the morning. I can get a time for when they finish harvesting what we need so all we’ll need to do is show up at the right time and place to pick the stuff up and go.”
“Excellent. Can you tell me about your reaction to my tattoos and about your tattoos or are you starting to feel sleepy? You really do need to get some rest and the questions can certainly keep.”
“Nah, it’s fine. Not much to tell anyway. My tattoos are easy enough. Awh’anise heal really fast. Like stupid fast compared to a lot of other species. Most tattoo methods I’ve read about would have the tattoos healed and the ink absorbed or pushed out of our skin in weeks. You’d never know anything was done if the standard way of applying a tattoo was used on an Awh’anise. So, if somebody wants to have a permanent mark on their skin, scarification is the only way to go. Cuts are made in the skin, the depth varying depending on the look desired. Adding the liquid from a specific type of root will darken or add colour to the scarification like what I’ve got.
“The liquid from the root is very mildly caustic, which helps with the scarification process, and it changes the colour of the new skin formed. Depending on the time of year that the root is harvested, you get three different colours. By combining the colours, you can get more colours, although you’re still fairly limited. The colours can vary a bit dependant on the quality of the root, skill of the artist, and the person getting it done.”
“Your scarification is quite large. I assume it was painful and took a considerable amount of time?”
“Yeah. Even with the stupid-high pain tolerance my people have, it still hurt like a bitch. I had it done in two sittings, one wing at a time. I think it was about three hours per wing. After twenty minutes, the cuts felt like torture. Generally, you’re strapped down to a chair or table so you don’t move and fuck things up. Painkillers or even paralytic agents can’t reliably be used unless the piece is small because we metabolize them too fast to really be effective. I probably could’ve asked my Sho to put me under by using the Dream World but I know she would’ve told me if I wanted the scars so damn badly, then I’d have to suffer for them.”
“Wow. I would guess that scarification isn’t an often done thing then?” Warrick asked. “Or something done lightly if the pain is that high.”
“Actually, a lot of people get something. Usually it’s a small something and not the size of what I have. But go big or go home, right? I brought Kushaiah to the artist who did my wings. He wanted to have a band based on a design his sister made for him around his upper arm. It turned out really awesome and was super important to him because his sister passed away and he wanted to honour and remember her. Not sure exactly what family details you have from Moswen, but Kushaiah is phu’aetsu with Makis and Mered. I’m pretty sure they’re going to declare themselves shu’anad to each other in the very near future because they’re just that tight of a unit.”
I couldn’t help the tiny wistful tone in my voice. I loved Makis, Mered, and Kushaiah very much, but it was of the brotherly variety and not anything romantic despite the absolutely epic sex we’d all had that one time. I’d gotten super close to them over the last couple of years—almost as close as I was with Tyh and Telek—and I only wished them the very best. The wistful note was because I envied them the relationship they had and the absolute love they shared.
I was also really disappointed that by taking this job I’d missed the chance to witness Qetsiyah give Kamau her ceitai risdepa and Kamau declare himself shu’anad to Qetsiyah. Qetsiyah, Kamau, Nusair, and Namir were more than my brother’s kits to me. I was around them often enough to almost be a substitute parent to them, and I adored them. Qetsiyah, being the wonderful and thoughtful young lady that she was, had offered to move the date so I could be there for the ceremony, but that would’ve made Kamau’s sho miss the event, and having her there was far more important in my mind than having me there.
“Is something wrong, Tohan?” Warrick asked. “You sound a bit sad.”
“Thinking about Makis, Mered, and Kushaiah made me think about Qetsiyah and Kamau. I had to miss a very special, once-in-a-life-time event to take this job. I really wish I could’ve been there, but it just wasn’t possible with the timing of everything. There’ll be video of the whole thing, but it’s not quite the same as being there yourself. I know Qetsiyah and Kamau understand but....” I trailed off with a little sigh.
“I’m sorry you needed to miss something so important to you,” Warrick said softly.
I shrugged one shoulder. “Shit happens. They know I would’ve been there if I could’ve been. Technical challenge aside, I’m really glad I did take this job.”
“I got to meet you. Sounds like the worst pick-up line in the history of forever, but I swear it’s totally true. And not just because you’re a Daquan cyborg either. You, as a person, are way more interesting to me than any cyborg. That you happen to be one is just icing on an already awesome cake.”
Warrick’s cheeks turned pink, the blush dead easy to see on his bone white skin. I thought he looked adorable and sweetly hot when he blushed like that.
“Thank you. I’m glad we met, too. You really should try to get some sleep, Tohan. We’re going to be quite busy over the next little while.”
I grinned and kissed his throat before settling more firmly against him. He was right, and I actually felt like sleep was a little more within my reach after talking to him. Maybe I’d needed to talk things out with someone in order to get my mind to stop spinning in circles as it tried to figure out what was going on. I didn’t think I had everything figured out, but I’d barely scratched the surface of the files at the prison. I was sure things would get more clear the deeper we went into the files. Or at least I hoped they’d become clearer and not create more questions. As I was starting to fall asleep, I realized I hadn’t explained about my reaction to his tatts. I mentally shrugged. I could tell him in the morning over breakfast or something.
I blinked and looked around, confused at why I was on the beach in my home city on Awh’an. Last thing I remembered was making a mental note to myself to wake Warrick up with a little foreplay to get our day started with a smile and maybe a bang if I was really lucky.
“So, was it as good as you dreamed it was going to be?” asked a voice I’d recognize anywhere.
I spun around to see Moswen sitting on a rock, grinning at me. I gave him a huge smile and said nothing. He waited for several long seconds before rolling his eyes at me and sliding from the large rock to walk towards me.
“Come on, Tohan. How often am I going to get to hear about the mechanics of robot sex? Spill it. Inquiring minds want to know.”
“It was dead, fucking, awesome. But you know what? I want to have sex with him when he’s not in his chassis even more than I want sex again when he’s in full-on cyborg mode. Don’t get me wrong, it was wicked cool, but I want to suck his real cock and rim his actual ass way more. I want to lick every inch of his skin and rub my scent all over him.”
Moswen stared at me, his eyes widening in surprise. “You know about him being able to leave the cyborg parts? How? When I brought you there you didn’t know. I mean, I knew you dreamed about doing him as an organic in addition to a cyborg, but that was just a dream. I was pretty sure that it wasn’t common knowledge of how organic Daquan cyborgs are. I know how frustrated you were over just how little info you could find on them, too.”
“He told me. He seemed to think I’d be all freaked out over him not having all the parts that most bi-pedals do. I told him about Pallas. That set his mind at ease, I think. How’d you know? Or do I want to even ask? You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, too, or I would totally tattle on you to your sho about poking around in my dreams.”
“I’m nosy,” Moswen laughed. “Besides, I could always make you forget we even had this conversation so your threat isn’t a threat. Anyway, Kushaiah asked me to let you know that Effie wasn’t in your condo and that it hadn’t been trashed like Effie usually does when he’s mad at you. Kushaiah said he’ll still check the place like you asked him too, although he said that there was no way in hell he was going to clean up your place if Effie trashed it.”
“Kushaiah doesn’t need to check on Effie. That bag you accused me of putting rocks in? Yeah, Effie can apparently work zippers now. He stowed away in my bag. Little bastard is smart as fuck.”
Moswen’s mouth dropped open in shock before he closed it with a sharp click of his teeth. “Effie is with you? In the prison? Oh, shit. He didn’t hurt Warrick, did he? Warrick seemed like a nice guy, and I know the two of you will be good for each other. I’m not supposed to trespass on the prison, but I could scoot in really quick, grab him and be gone without so much as a blip on any sensors.”
“Nah. It’s fine. It was a bit tense a couple of times, but I think he’s okay now. At least, I think everything is going to be okay. Effie watched us have sex, and aside from that being a little weird because he was watching so intently, he seems to be ignoring Warrick for the most part. I told Effie he wasn’t allowed to attack Warrick, and so far, he’s mostly listening to me. He tried once to barrel into Warrick in a classic hy’prae take-down move, but that didn’t work and there was no harm done except maybe to Effie’s pride. He helped save our asses when we were ambushed getting out of the shuttle, so I guess it’s actually good that he snuck into my bag to tag along on this job.”
“You were ambushed? Stars, Tohan, lead with that sort of thing,” Moswen said with sudden worry in his voice. “You’re okay, though? Effie and Warrick, too?”
“Totally fine. Not a scratch. Got to see Warrick in action. That was fucking cool as hell. He shot somebody using a mirror and holding his gun backwards. I wanna see him in hand-to-hand combat. Might see if I can get him to do a little sparring with me. It’ll probably be hella fun.”
“That would’ve been wicked cool to see,” Moswen said with a grin before his expression turned serious. “Be careful, Tohan. There’s something about this I don’t like. I don’t know what it is, but it’s making the fur on my tail tip stand up. If you need an extract, don’t hesitate to call me. Or Tyh. Or your sho. If it’s not me, one of my Spirits will come get you both. Effie, too. I’ve put the word out, and they’re on standby for you guys. I wish I knew what it was that makes me twitchy about this job, but I honest to gods haven’t got a clue. Promise me you’ll be careful.”
I nodded and grabbed Moswen into a tight hug that he returned. I highly doubted that Moswen’s main purpose in seeing me in the Dream World was to pass on Kushaiah’s message. He was worried. Moswen worried was never a good thing and usually pointed to things going epic bad in a big fucking hurry. I needed to tell Warrick about this visit in the morning. We needed to come up with contingency plans for when everything went to shit.
I wasn’t being pessimistic or overly paranoid. If Moswen said he had a bad feeling, things were going to go sideways in a big way that would effect not just me and Warrick but could possibly be world-view changing. I’d seen it happen and gotten caught up in the blow-back before. The only uncertainty in my mind was when the clusterfuck dropped like a bomb.
Phu’aetsu: partner—permanent pairing/mate with children (long term, not necessarily monogamous)
Shu’anad: braid partner (husband/wife). Deeply committed pairing that typically only ends with the death of one partner. The pairing can be dissolved, but is rare. Only a very small percentage of Awh’anise opt for this as it is a strictly monogamous relationship.
Two thin braids about the thickness of a finger are made at the left temple of the one declaring themselves shu’anad, a braid representing each partner. The style of the braid is up to personal preference, and they can be basic, complex or woven with objects. Frequently the braids are made by the partner. The braids are only undone to wash the hair or tighten them as required. If children are the result of the pairing, a braid for each child is also added to the right temple.
Ceitai Risdepa (Laoikian): Promise/wedding armband created using an individual’s hair. Strands are looped, twisted, knotted, and braided into armbands that reach from wrist to shoulder on the left arm. Each design is unique to an individual. Made with the strands of hairs actually pulled from the scalp instead of cut. This is a very old, rarely used method. This is a much more permanent armband than a risdepa as the roots of the strands burrow into the flesh of the recipient, linking with their blood and nervous system. The process generally takes several weeks to complete and is said to be uncomfortable with stinging pain similar to a paper cut at the site of the root attachment. Because the armband attaches to the host, it remains alive as long as the host is. Once attached, the Ceitai Risdepa will be able to transmit some sensations of touch to the owner of the armband, and it is said to heighten the emotional connection during sex when the donor of the hair brushes his or her hair over the armband. A Ceitai Risdepa can be removed, but it is not a pleasant process and requires several hours of fairly intense discomfort to do so.
Effie was highly amusing when he woke from his sleep and came into the main computer room almost to the second the food was finished heating and the packages were opened. True to Tohan’s words, Effie bounced around, got underfoot, and even partially climbed up Tohan’s naked body in his effort to get the food before Tohan could place it on the floor for him. Effie got as far as Tohan’s still exposed crotch and stopped, his sides heaving as he drew in large breaths. He turned his head slowly, looking at me accusingly. I was willing to swear on whatever somebody wanted me to that I’d just gotten a death glare of epic levels from Effie.
I assumed he could smell pheromones or the residual scent of Tohan’s come or even my saliva on Tohan’s cock, and that’s what made Effie give me such a hostile look. He’d just need to deal because there was no way I was going to be giving up the little taste of pleasure that Tohan had shared with me. There was utterly no way I’d turn down the possibility of full-on sex with Tohan. I was certain that would be an experience and a half, one I was very eager for.
Effie stuck like glue to Tohan during the meal, sending me suspicious looks the entire time as if he was waiting for me to jump Tohan between bites of food. I half expected him to jump onto the table, but he remained sitting on a chair next to Tohan, four of his front legs crossed and resting just a little on the table, staring at me. It was a bit unsettling to be the focus of such an intense, calculating, and hostile look from an animal. I could almost see the grievous bodily harm plans running through Effie’s head as he watched me.
After the meal, Tohan said he wanted to check something he’d noticed in the computer system earlier. In mere moments he was completely engrossed what he was doing. I had a good grasp of computer code, but from the little I’d seen over Tohan’s shoulder as he worked, I might as well have been a child learning the basics of how to get to a command prompt on screen. I left him undisturbed to do whatever he was working on so intently since that was the entire reason we were at the prison. Effie parked himself in Tohan’s lap, making soft chirping noises as Tohan worked. Effie stared at me, a smug expression in his many eyes when Tohan absently petted him now and again as he worked.
Effie was very disgruntled when Tohan pried him off his lap after an hour saying that his legs were falling asleep. I had to give Effie credit for persistence as he tried to climb back into Tohan’s lap off and on for a solid ten minutes before Tohan flicked him between the eyes and said no in a tone of voice even I recognized meant piss off. Effie made a noise I could only call rude and stalked away, seemingly indignant. Tohan appeared to be ignoring Effie completely. I found the entire interaction amusing and fascinating. The data I’d gone through indicated that hy’prae were very intelligent, but there hadn’t been anything about how much personality they had.
“Get the fuck away from my shoes, Effie. If I find even a drop of moisture in them that isn’t my foot sweat, I’m going to kick your hairy ass. Hard,” Tohan said without turning around as he typed and clicked through screens.
Effie growled and detoured abruptly away from where Tohan had left his shoes near the inflatable pad I had yet to finish repairing. Effie went to the couch and settled himself right in the middle of it, his eyes watching Tohan and me at the same time, which was a bit unnerving. I set about finishing the repairs to the inflatable pad, which didn’t take long, and then wondered what to do for the rest of the evening.
We’d already sorted through the boxes, separating the damaged ones from the undamaged ones and salvaged what we could of the gear. There wasn’t really anything to be done as far as setting up our living arrangements. I didn’t need to patrol anywhere, and it would likely be the height of foolishness to leave the secure computer room if we didn’t have to given the access the prisoners seemed to have of the facility.
I wanted to ask Tohan about his reaction to my tatts as well as his not-quite-but-almost-tattoos, but he was completely involved in what he was doing. The question of my and his tattoos could certainly wait until he took a break from his work although I was intensely curious about his. I could see the bottom edges of them under his hair and aside from the fact that his looked like wings made of hy’prae webbing, they were more like coloured scars than tattoos. I wondered if that was something culturally specific to the Awh’anise or simply something that Tohan choose as his method of permanently marking his body. From the size of the wings on Tohan’s shoulders, which seemed to take up the entirety of his shoulder blades to a point a few inches above his waist, that sort of large-scale scarification had to have been very painful.
There hadn’t been anything in the data Moswen gave me about decorative scarification. I highly doubted I knew everything about Awh’an or its people even though the data dump had been massive. I believed I had the most relevant pieces of information on the Awh’anise without going into the minutia of daily life. It was still a staggering amount of knowledge.
Someone without a high-speed processor in his head would easily be going through the data for months. Fortunately, it seemed to be set up in such as fashion that the knowledge was simply there. Like knowing water was wet and fire was hot. Information could also be called up easily as if it was something learned long ago and done so often it required almost no thought to do or explain to another. Like showing someone how to tie a shoe. The entire process was fascinating, and I wished that I was able to question Moswen more on how he’d done what he did.
With nothing else to do immediately and knowing it needed to be done eventually, I sat on the floor next to the repaired inflatable pad and called up the footage of the ambush that was recorded through the sensors embedded in my eyes. I’d also review the footage from the security cameras once I was done with my video data. The more intel I could put together about the prisoners and what sort of threat they posed to us, the better our chances of evading capture and surviving. If I was really lucky, I might see something in the combined playback that would help us stay out of the prisoners clutches.
I watched all of the footage from my sensors as well as what the functioning cameras in the docking bay showed, examining everything in great detail. Very little of it was helpful. My footage only showed what I’d been able to see, and I’d been processing and correlating that data while in the situation, adjusting my responses accordingly. The docking bay cameras were nowhere near as good in quality as my eyes. The docking bay footage didn’t show where the prisoners gained access to the bay either. I assumed they were taking advantage of a blind spot or possibly even a series of blind spots to gain undetected access where they shouldn’t.
The little glimpses of the weapons I was able to see on the docking video were all but useless. The video was disappointingly grainy, and I couldn’t make out any details that would’ve told me what the weapons were and thus the capabilities of said weapons. I knew they were projectile weapons but had no idea of the type of range or stopping power. They could obviously penetrate the shipping boxes from a short to medium range, but the boxes, while sturdy and reasonably resistant to damage, weren’t meant to withstand any sort of projectiles being fired at them. Someone decently proficient in unarmed martial arts would be able to put a fist or foot through the boxes with little effort, so making any kind of assumption based on the boxes ability to withstand being shot was useless.
Whatever the guns fired was a total mystery as there’d been nothing in the boxes of any significant size to make an educated guess as to what the projectiles were. There was some scorching inside the boxes, but it seemed like that was due to the self-heat packages rupturing when pierced by the prisoners weapons. Neither my eye cams nor the facility cams showed any laser weapons in the hands of prisoners, and I hadn’t heard any of the typical noises associated with the firing of a laser weapon. Not to say that there weren’t some laser pistols in the hands of the prisoner’s, but it appeared that none of them had any when they’d attacked us in the docking bay.
With the docking bay videos an unhelpful disappointment, I moved on and checked out the video feed in the hydroponics bay as well as the growth reports for the various plants. We’d need to harvest some food to bulk up our reduced supplies. I thought that the sooner we did that, the less time the prisoners would have to plan and mount some sort of offensive to try to pry us out of the computer room. I highly doubted the ambush in the docking bay was going to be a one-time thing.
If we knew exactly where the food we wanted was growing and ready for harvesting, we’d be able to get in, get the food we needed, and get out without spending very much time in an unsecured area. Tohan could likely set some of the bots to harvesting what we needed so all we’d have to do was load the food and go. The less time we spent outside of the security of the computer room, the better our chances of not having a gun of some sort pointed at our heads or other body parts.
Since the hydroponics bay was fully automated, it was actually running smoothly and undisturbed. It didn’t appear that the inmates had tried to gain access to it, which was good. While gaining control of the hydroponics could be a tactical advantage as everybody needed food to live, disrupting any of the bots that tended the plants would likely end up killing the plants and any advantage in capturing the bay would die as well.
I wasn’t a big fan of veggies, but I also wasn’t a big fan of starving. I could go without food for extended periods of time like any other organic being, but my performance suffered. There were some high-caloric liquid reserves built within my chassis, but those would only see me through three full days or six half-ration days and were always last resort uses. They also made me feel jittery as hell and I wasn’t thrilled with the method of delivery.
Having a needle six inches long pierce my abdomen into my stomach was highly uncomfortable to say the least. I also needed to be utterly still for ten minutes as the nutrients were injected into me. Moving while having a needle jabbed through your stomach was not recommended. I could opt to receive the nutrients anally, but that was also uncomfortable, took longer to absorb, and was not as efficient as getting the nutrients directly into my stomach.
There were fruits available in the hydroponics bay as well as vegetables, and I liked fruits a lot more than I did vegetables. There were some veggies I liked, and there was a lot of diversity in the plants growing, so we should be able to make out just fine. Some plants I’d never even heard of and needed to do a search to find out what they were. That search revealed that there were some plants being grown that were highly toxic to some species but perfectly fine for others to consume. A few species of prisoners actually required certain plants to maintain their health yet were utterly deadly with just one bite to others.
It was actually fascinating how complex the food supply for the inmates was. I couldn’t say for certain, but it was possible that somebody within the prisoner population knew about the complexity of the food system for the various prisoners, and that was the reason that there’d been no attempt made to take over the hydroponics bay. It was unlikely that the prisoners wanted to kill each other off systemically, some probable minor personal issues aside. The more of them that existed, the more likely it was that they could hold off any assault that might be mounted against them to quell their activities. I was fast coming to believe that there was a good deal of organization and planning behind the attempts to leave the prison, so that line of reasoning seemed like the right thought path to follow.
I wanted to get a detailed map of the various plants and areas of harvesting on the very slim chance that Tohan couldn’t get the bots to harvest what we needed. I wasn’t sure it was safe to physically jack-in to the system given the semi-successful hacking attempts for the shuttle security codes. Instead, I opted to record the data from the screen to my eye sensors, taking a video of the map of the grow beds as well as the list of what the various plants were. Of course, not all of the plants that were suitable for us were close together. There was going to be some scurrying around if the bots wouldn’t harvest things out-of-turn. Thankfully, we weren’t going to have to run from one end of the huge bay to the other to get what we needed as most of the safe-for-us plants seemed to be in one area. It was a fairly large area but manageable. Bringing the food back was going to be a bit of a pain and required some planning.
We had the power cart, and it was still doing okay with regards to a charge. Some of the boxes that our initial supplies were in were still usable, too. Securing those boxes to the cart was easy enough with the straps we’d used before, but doing that took time. Time wasn’t an issue before we left on the fruit and veggie run but could become a factor when we were leaving hydroponics depending on how closely the prisoners were watching us for movement. Once we left the computer room and the camera feeds we could check for prisoner movement, we’d be blind to them until we were back in the computer room. It would be utterly foolish to assume that the inmates weren’t keeping an eye on us and didn’t intend to try to capture us again to squeeze whatever information out of us they could. I’d read the reports on the previous teams and wasn’t eager to be subjected to the prisoner’s information extraction methods.
There was also the problem of possibly needing to make more than one run to the hydroponics bay. We could gather enough fruits and veggies for two weeks, but a portion of them would spoil since we had no refrigeration. The most we should grab was enough for a week and see how our food stocks looked from there. It would also be in our best food stock interests to grab fruits and veggies that had a relatively long shelf-life even if neither of us were too crazy about those same fruits and veggies. We could eat just the things we gathered for the first week and rely on our supplies for the rest of the time, but I had no idea how to calculate the right nutritional balance for Tohan with only the fruit and veggies available. The prisoners were also given capsules tailored to their species to supplement what was missing nutritionally from a diet of just greens. I’d tell Tohan the plan once he finished checking whatever it was that he wanted to look at.
Several hours later, Tohan was still working away and didn’t look like he was going to be stopping anytime soon. I smiled a little at that. Apparently dragging him away from his work to eat wasn’t the only instance where I’d need to haul him away from his programming. I got the idea that if I didn’t make him, he’d keep working until he literally fell asleep at the keyboard. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he got so involved in his work he’d neglect eating or sleeping.
“Tohan, find a place to stop. It’s getting late, and you need to sleep soon so you’ll be fresh and alert to work tomorrow.”
“Uh huh. Five more minutes,” Tohan said as he scrolled through lines of code, typing or deleting things as he went.
I waited the five minutes and spoke again. “Time to shut down, Tohan.”
“Okay. Five minutes. Nearly done with this,” Tohan mumbled as he flicked between screens.
“You said that five minutes ago. Even accounting for the longer Awh’anise day that you’re used to, its late and time to shut it down for the night.”
“Sure. I just need to change this one thing before I forget.”
I could understand that so I waited. Another five minutes passed with Tohan showing no sign of closing out what he was doing.
“Tohan, shut it down now, or I’ll physically move you from that machine.”
“Almost done. Five, maybe ten minutes more, tops.”
I waited ten minutes. He kept his eyes glued to the screen, scrolling through code and flicking back and forth between screens as he typed intermittently, occasional mutters and sounds of mild irritation leaving him. Tohan’s ten minute claim was obviously something he said just to get people to leave him alone while he worked. I sighed, grabbed the back of his chair, and pulled it away from the desk, spinning the chair around as I did so. Tohan squawked in surprise and scowled at me.
Effie growled at that move and launched himself off the couch. He moved incredibly fast and headed straight for me. I had slightly less than two seconds to brace for whatever Effie was going to do. He barrelled straight into the backs of my knees, and if I’d have been a regular person, his weight and momentum would’ve knocked me down, possibly knocking the wind out of me or even making my head hit the floor. It would’ve been a surprisingly effective attack against a typical bipedal. I didn’t doubt for a second that if I’d fallen, Effie would’ve been at my throat in a flash. I wasn’t a typical bipedal though. There was no way Effie would be able to generate enough momentum and force to knock me down with the style of attack he’d just tried as my weight was too great and I could lock my knees. Instead, he hit with a solid thud, bounced off me, and looked utterly confused at what had happened, namely me not falling down.
“What the fuck, Warrick? I’m working here,” Tohan said as he tried to wheel his chair back to the desk, sparing only a brief look at Effie. “Bad, Effie. I said don’t attack Warrick. Do it again, and I swear you’re not going to be allowed to sleep next to me for the rest of this job.”
Effie burst out with a series of angry sounding chirps and hisses, his forelegs waving wildly, sometimes pointing at me as if accusing me of something nefarious. He shot me a distrustful look as he parked himself between Tohan’s legs, his body language clearly saying that he was defending Tohan from me. I smiled a little at that. Effie really was quite the fierce protector of Tohan. After several long seconds where we just stared at each other, neither of us willing to back down, Effie and I pretended not to see each other while still keeping watch on each other.
“You told me to set an alarm or something to get you to stop working at appropriate intervals because you’d lose track of time as you worked. I’ve been trying to get you to shut down what you’re doing for twenty-five minutes.”
Tohan stared at me suspiciously for a few seconds before sighing and dragging a hand over his face. “I’d call bullshit on that, but I’d be lying to myself. It really was twenty-five minutes?”
“Sorry.” A slow smile grew over Tohan’s lips as he stared at me, and I couldn’t help noticing that his cock was starting to firm. Naked was such a stellar look for Tohan in my opinion.
“You know, you’ll have my immediate, undivided attention if you start groping me. Not saying you have to or anything, but there’s nothing like a little fondling to yank me straight out of whatever program I’m messing around with and pay complete attention to you.”
I laughed. “Duly noted. I’m suggesting getting some sleep and starting back up in the morning. I know you’re working against a deadline and whatever the hackers are doing to break the security codes, but you need to be rested to do what you need to.”
“Yeah, I get that. I’m just super focused when I work. You did what you need to do to drag me away before I get over-tired and cranky as shit. Tyh and Telek say I’m a surly bastard when I get run-down because I’ve ignored stuff like food and sleep when I’m coding. They’re probably right.”
Tohan stood and stretched, and I admired the lines of his body. For somebody that spent a good part of his day sitting in front of a computer, he was surprisingly toned. He wasn’t overly muscled, but he had to do some sort of regular exercise to look as fit as he did. He noticed me appreciating his body, and his cock jumped to full attention.
“I’m not so tired that I need to go right to sleep,” Tohan said with a grin as started to stroke his cock as he stepped over Effie. “If you’re interested in a little more playtime I’m obviously ready to go.”
“I’m very interested. Could you let me experience sliaru this time around? I’m really curious about that.”
“Sure, but it would be a fast and dirty fuck. Sliaru doesn’t really let either person go slow and explore each other. The main purpose of Sliaru is to basically guarantee breeding, so it tends to override things like being a considerate lover in favour of fucking like animals. It hits like a starship jumping to hyper-drive, and there’s nothing we know that can stop that rush to orgasm. I mean, you can try, but you’re going to fail. Foreplay, before I’d let the pearls appear, can be as long as you want, but once the pearls appear, all I can do is run full-bore at reaching orgasm. You’ll get there just as fast as me if not faster because that’s how sliaru works.
“Pretty much right after that first orgasm, you’ll need to have another to work the last of the sliaru out of your system just like you saw me do on the shuttle. For you, the need will be more intense since you’re on the receiving end of the sliaru I expose you to. If you don’t have another orgasm quickly, your balls will ache with the need to come, your skin will feel sexually hyper-sensitive to the slightest touch of anything, and you’ll be begging for relief after about ten minutes. After about half an hour you’ll have an orgasm just because you’re so hyper-sexualized but it’ll be painful and very unsatisfying. Exposing somebody to sliaru and then leaving them hanging for that second orgasm is still used as a punishment method on Awh’an for certain types of crimes. The only reason I’m mentioning this is because earlier you said your balls were still tender, and I don’t want to cause you any pain.”
“I appreciate your concern, Tohan, but I’ll be fine. Actually, the idea of a fast and dirty animalistic fuck appeals to me right now. I viewed the video or whatever it was Moswen put in my head of various Awh’anise under the influence of sliaru, and it was very arousing. We can take our time later, but right now, I really just want some cock. Yours specifically,” I said as anticipation zipped through me.
I had reviewed the data on sliaru after finding that I should be okay to sample it. The data Moswen had given me wasn’t only text but some strange type of video as well. It wasn’t a video in the traditional sense but more like a memory that was crystal clear with perfect audio viewed from multiple angles. I assumed that had something to do with how the information had been dumped into my head, a process I was still very unclear on but had been massively effective on transferring all the data I’d received. However Moswen had done it, the scenes with various Awh’anise under the influence of sliaru, both for pleasure and while under the control of one of their quarterly breeding cycles, was fascinating, educational, and highly erotic. Once I’d seen the primal-like fucking and how blissed out the people had been, I wanted to experience it myself.
At my words, Tohan stared at me for a few seconds before he smiled widely. “Well, I am a giver in bed, so whatever you want, if I can give it to you, it’s yours for the taking. I’m not sure how Effie is going to react to us getting our freak on since he’s never been around when I’ve had sex. He’s possessive and gets jealous super easy as I’m sure you’ve noticed. I have no idea what he might do if I lock him in the locker room as a precaution. He can’t tear that room apart, but he can spit digestive juices all over the place and web the shit out of the room. Both those things will take forever to clean up. Been there, done that multiple times, and not real interested in doing that sort of clean up anytime soon. I’m also not sure how we’d lock that door either since it doesn’t seem to have a lock. I know for an absolute fact that Effie can open regular doors all by himself as easy as you or me.”
Well, that was a bit of a complication I hadn’t anticipated. I wasn’t going to let Effie get in the way of finding out what sliaru was like though or experiencing the pleasure I was sure I’d have with Tohan as a lover. Effie would just need to deal, preferably without attacking me. I held out my hand to Tohan, pulling him close when he placed his hand in mine. Effie growled at the move. Tohan swatted at him as Effie tried to climb up his body.
“No, Effie. This is my play time with Warrick. As long as you’re a good boy and don’t bug us as we fuck, you can sleep snuggled up with me later, okay? You’re going to have to share me with Warrick.”
I knew hy’prae were intelligent, but I really didn’t expect Effie to react as he did. He gave me another distrustful look, hissed softly once, and then chirped, seemingly to himself, as he went to the couch and assumed his previous position in the middle of it. He watched us intently and peeped a few times as if to voice his displeasure but stayed on the couch.
“Cool. I wasn’t sure that would work. Effie usually does whatever he damn-well feels like and fuck what I want or need him to do. So how fast and dirty did you want this to be? As I mentioned, I can give you as much foreplay as you want before I relax my control and let the pearls appear.”
“A little foreplay would be nice, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I want your cock. I’ve been thinking about it a great deal after your wank in the shuttle and our earlier mutual blow jobs. Did you want me to have my attachment out? It’s not my real cock and balls but I will feel pleasure if you play with them. It’s not necessary for you to do that for me to reach orgasm either. I’ll get most of my pleasure from having your cock pumping in and out of my ass and playing with my nipples.”
“If you get pleasure out of me playing with your attachment then why wouldn’t you want them available for me to play with? Unless you want some sort of denial thing? I’ve had a few partners who were into that. I’ve enjoyed it myself a couple of times, too. I can definitely do some denial play for you if you want.”
I retracted the cup at my groin, my attachment falling free. As soon as it wasn’t restrained, it immediately began to harden, the program and my desires making it reach full erection in moments. He leered at me when he saw how fast I got hard, cupped the ass of my chassis and pulled our bodies flush with each other. My exposed cock wasn’t real but the sensors transmitted very real feelings of pleasure. It certainly felt very good pressed against Tohan’s cock, rubbing lightly against him. His other hand slid to the back of my head, and he pulled my head down the little bit necessary for us to kiss while grinding our hips together.
Kissing Tohan was unexpectedly erotic. His lips were firm and demanding, but I didn’t feel like he was trying to dominate me. I wouldn’t have minded that, but it was wonderful to have a sense of give and take to the kiss. I didn’t usually get that sort of sexual experience with a client, although, to be fair, Tohan didn’t feel like a regular client assignment to me. I’d need to explore the why of that later.
His tongue teased the seam of my lips, waiting for me to open my mouth to him. I was not disappointed when I allowed him entrance. His tongue dipped and swirled with mine, encouraging me to return the favour of pushing my tongue into his mouth when his retreated from mine. I felt the shape of his fangs with my tongue, intrigued by them. He sucked gently on my tongue, vividly reminding me of the pleasure of sucking each other’s cocks earlier. That had been a wonderful experience that I looked forward to repeating in the very near future. He wriggled a hand between our bodies, wrapping his fingers around both our cocks, stroking us in time to the suction he was using on my tongue. The fingers of his other hand lightly massaged the base of my skull, the feeling relaxing, tender, and intimate.
When Tohan slowly pulled back from the kiss, I didn’t want him to. I really liked kissing him. My breath caught, and I moaned softly when he lowered his head and began licking and gently biting one of my nipples. I adored nipple play and could come from that alone. I didn’t think Tohan would have any problem making that happen for me. I gasped in delight when he started to suck on my nipple and automatically cupped his head, holding him to my chest. I had to lock the knees and hips of my chassis to keep from collapsing to the floor in pleasure. He switched back and forth between my nipples, sucking and gently biting them while continuing to stroke our cocks together. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he was a giver in bed. I actually whimpered a little when he pushed back against the hold I had on his head.
“I have an idea I think you’ll like,” Tohan said as he released our cocks, grabbed my hand, and tugged on it to get me to follow him.
He led me to the inflatable pad and had me go down on all fours his hands stroking briefly over my skin and chassis. Effie still watched us, but it seemed like there was more curiosity in his gaze than hostility now. He remained on the couch, the odd chirp or peep coming from him. Tohan ignored Effie and left me for a moment to get something from our supplies. A smile quirked up my lips when he showed me a small bottle of lube.
“No self-respecting Awh’anise will leave home without some kind of lube. Never know what sort of opportunity will come your way,” Tohan said with a grin.
He knelt behind me and ran his hands over the ass of my chassis again. I mentally sent a signal to the mechanical sphincter to relax and open, readying myself for his cock. Tohan surprised me by kissing my hole and fondling the balls of my attachment.
“Can you feel my lips on your chassis? I know you said you have sensors built into your chassis, but I’m not clear on where they are or how sensitive they are.”
“I can feel pressure from your mouth on the asshole of my chassis, which I assume was you kissing me, but no real pleasure from the act since the sensors aren’t calibrated for that. I can adjust the program slightly to heighten the sensitivity, but it won’t be as good as what I can feel through my cock attachment since those sensors are purpose-built for that sort of thing. I assume it feels good to be rimmed because quite a few clients had me rim them. I’ve never been rimmed, so I don’t know how it feels on a personal level. Anything inserted in my ass is felt on a genuine level because that is my real ass.”
“I love a good rimming. Damn shame you can’t get pleasure out of it while you’re in your chassis. I’ll make sure to rim you when you’re out of it so you can feel how awesome it is. I’m going to stretch you good and open because once the sliaru hits both of us, there’s not going to be any slow getting used to having my cock in you, and I don’t want to hurt you once we’re both under the influence of sliaru.”
“I’m more than good with that. I deeply enjoy being fingered,” I said, excitement making my nipples stiffen.
“Fan-fucking-tastic!” Tohan said before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the skin over my spine just a little above where my chassis ended.
Tohan started slow, almost like he was testing to see how much he was going to need to stretch me. The tube in my ass was generally not large in diameter but it was highly elastic and would easily stretch to accommodate his cock. I’d taken a hand multiple times, and the tube never had a problem stretching for that. A cock, no matter how nicely a guy was hung, was not going to be an issue to accommodate when compared to a hand. Tohan was gentle as he stretched me open, adding generous amounts of lube as he worked, building my arousal with every push and twist of his fingers. The tube was fairly short so the touches I could feel from his fingertips were one hundred percent genuine and not generated by a program.
He was very attentive of every little twitch and flutter of my muscles, repeating movements when my body responded in ways that indicated that I enjoyed something. Generally, my real cock would be slow to rise, if it rose at all given the catheter and the way it was positioned in my chassis. That was fine though as I was used to it and could still orgasm, and enjoy it, without my cock being hard.
Tohan didn’t need to only go by what my body was telling him either. I couldn’t have stopped myself from voicing breathy moans and groans of pleasure if I’d tried as he worked my ass open to his satisfaction. It didn’t take him long to zero in on my prostate, stroking it gently but firmly, steadily pushing my arousal higher. When he did stop, I made needy sounds in my throat and pushed my ass back at him, wanting him to continue.
“Thought you might like a taste of sliaru before I slide balls deep into your ass,” Tohan said as he moved to kneel in front of me.
I licked my lips as I stared at his cock. The pearls travelled down the length of his cock, the sliaru giving his skin an iridescent shine. It didn’t have a scent that I could detect, but my sense of smell wasn’t nearly as strong as Tohan’s. He offered me his cock, cautioning me to just take a small lick as sliaru was easily absorbed orally and it apparently didn’t take much to send most people’s lust through the roof.
I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect taste-wise when I licked Tohan’s sliaru-coated dick. As he’d said, it was slightly sweet with a bit of a spicy taste. I reminded me strongly of what Rune called a cinnamon danish, and I’d really enjoyed that the one time I’d tried it. I’d have loved to suck on Tohan’s cock while it was covered in sliaru, but after that one little taste, he’d moved back and grinned at me as if waiting for something.
I was completely unprepared for the intense desire that slammed into me. My balls suddenly felt heavy with seed, and shockingly, my cock went from soft to hard in what seemed like mere seconds. Despite the catheter inserted in my cock, there was no pain from getting hard since I was well used to it and actually enjoyed the sensation when it happened. I moaned softly as my ass clenched and released in anticipation of having Tohan’s cock fill me. My nipples hardened into nearly painful points and demanded to be played with. The need to be fucked and fucked hard was suddenly clawing at my belly surprising me with how fast it happened. I locked my knees and hip joints as well as the quasi-spine of my chassis so I’d remain bent over but didn’t need to use my arms to support myself. I immediately started pinching and pulling on my nipples, my breathing quickening as sounds of want came from me. I’d never felt so aroused in my life.
Tohan glided his hands over my back and chassis as he moved behind me and pressed his cock to my hole. I moaned, and a shiver rushed up my spine as he sank his cock steadily into my ass. He was relentless in pushing his dick into me, and I adored the way that felt. He growled low in his throat when his hips pressed hard against my ass, seating himself balls deep. God, but that felt so damn good—but wasn’t enough at the same time.
I needed him to move. I needed to feel his cock pumping my hole like I needed to draw my next breath. I felt sharp pressure as his claws scratched roughly over the metal of my hips, the move increasing my arousal for some reason. His fingers tightened as he drew back before pushing in again. The desire twisting through me easily doubled, and my balls felt like I hadn’t come in months instead of the hours it actually was. I wanted to rock back onto his cock, but I’d need to unlock my joints and stop playing with my nipples to do that. Pinching and tugging on my nipples felt far too good to stop. Tohan needed to move. Now.
“Fuck me, Tohan,” I demanded as another shiver streaked up my spine. I’d never felt such an intense need to have a cock pumping in and out of my hole. “I need you to fuck me hard. Now.”
Tohan growled again, and I felt something soft yet firm curl around my attachment sending even more lust spinning through me. It took me a moment to realize that he’d curled his tail around my attachment. He started to stroke me in time to the powerful thrusts in my ass, and I gasped at the new pleasure-filled sensation hitting my system. I tugged on my nipples to the same rhythm Tohan was using and moaned as bliss and need flooded my system. He’d barely thrust into me a half dozen times, and I was already so very close to coming. The lust rushing through me was almost painful in its intensity, but it was also highly erotic at the same time. I wanted it to last forever at the same time that I wanted to come immediately to ease the pleasurable ache in my balls.
“Xa’,” Tohan said in a rough voice as his hips moved a little faster and rougher.
A thrill shot through me at hearing that word and feeling the rougher thrusts in my ass. “Ony-ma,” I replied between breaths, the word seeming to come out automatically without any thought on my part.
Tohan growled and leaned over me, repeating the word again before he bit the back of my neck, his fangs pressing hard into my skin, his thrusts getting wilder. I cried out in surprise as release suddenly slammed through me at the highly dominant move. Tohan released his bite hold, repeated the word again and bit me harder, giving his head a little shake as if demanding I reply.
I gasped out, “Ony-ma,” as intense pleasure rushed through me, my cock spurting with release for what seemed like forever. My head spun and every inch of my skin felt hyper-sensitive as I panted and moaned through my orgasm. I had to stop playing with my nipples because they felt so sensitive from the pleasure overload. Tohan thrust hard into me several times before he stilled, and I felt his cock pulse as he hit his peak. I groaned at how good that felt, my eyes closing at the almost too good feelings swirling through me.
Tohan let go of my neck and licked the spot he’d bitten. I could hear loud purring and feel the vibration of it on my back. I smiled, pleased with myself for bringing Tohan to a point where he was purring. Only relaxed or very satisfied Awh’anise purred for their partner. Tohan brushed little kisses and licks over my shoulders, the sensation both relaxing and feeling highly intimate. I liked it a lot and would probably be quite happy to stay exactly as we were for a good long while. Having Tohan buried balls deep in my ass felt perfect and like something I’d been waiting a very long time for.
“I don’t want to take my cock out of your ass, but you’re going to need to work the rest of the sliaru out of your system just like me or else your arousal is just going to climb again until it becomes painful,” Tohan said as he lifted himself from my back and his cock slid from my ass.
I made a wordless sound of disappointment at his cock leaving my body. It’d been a really quick fuck, but it was also powerful in a way I couldn’t quite explain. I’d enjoyed it a hell of a lot and was eager to find out what a leisurely fuck from Tohan was like. I was also determined that before the mission was over, somehow, some way, I was going to have the pleasure of a purely organic fuck with Tohan. Any punishment I might suffer for an unapproved exit of my chassis would be utterly worth it. I was absolutely positive of that.
“I’m not feeling any increased arousal. Matter of fact, I feel very relaxed, but sort of euphoric at the same time. My skin feels really sensitive, too, and I want you to keep touching me,” I said as I unlocked my joints and turned to face Tohan, sitting cross-legged.
He was still hard, and the muscles in my ass fluttered pleasurably at the thought of taking his cock again. There wasn’t a driving need for that to happen in the next few minutes, but I certainly wouldn’t say no to it happening. I really, really liked having Tohan’s cock in my ass. It felt like that’s where his cock was supposed to be, which, in reality, was highly illogical but made perfect sense to me at the same time.
I was erotically thrilled that I could seal my anal sphincter shut, keeping his come inside my ass. I’d never done that before or felt a desire to do so, but it felt completely right and natural to do that with Tohan’s come. That was very odd, and I’d need to examine that thought process later for the why of it. It didn’t matter right now, though. I felt intensely, intimately connected to Tohan. It felt like we were in perfect synch with one another now. I felt as if I could tell him anything, share anything with him, and he’d understand perfectly just like he could do the same with me. I’d never felt so connected with another person. It was, for lack of a better word, spiritual.
“Really? You’re sure you don’t still feel like you need to come?” Tohan asked in surprise.
I tried to focus on how I was feeling physically, but all I was getting was a sense of deep connection and understanding with him. I felt relaxed but hyper-aware at the same time. It took me a moment or two of hard concentration to realize that I’d felt this way before but nowhere near as intently or intimately.
“No. But this does feel very similar to the drug, sinnanhynt or SNT as the locals called it. I was given doses of it during training for a mission. It’s commonly used recreationally on a world in another galaxy. I needed to be aware of how the drug interacted with me and how to still do my job since the probability was almost one hundred percent that I’d be exposed to it because of the client and her lifestyle. Because of what I’m engineered to be, I metabolize many drugs and toxins very quickly. That could be why I’m not feeling arousal now although it did hit me really hard initially, which I enjoyed a hell of a lot. I have to say I really like sliaru’s effect on me and would love to experience it again in the very near future.”
“Cool. I’m totally up for letting you try it again. Not to be rude, but I need to come again even if you say you don’t. That’s easy enough for me to do on my own though. I just need to jerk-off like crazy. I’ll probably come in like a minute or two, and then I’ll be fine.”
“Please don’t hold back on my account. I enjoyed watching you before, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy watching you this time, too.”
“I liked you watching me. It was fucking hot,” Tohan said as he took himself in hand much like he’d done earlier in the shuttle.
It was intensely erotic to watch Tohan quickly stroke himself off. Some of that might’ve been the effect of sliaru, but I thought he was just naturally beautiful as he reached his peak. His eyes were incredibly intense as he held my gaze. It was like I was getting a peek into his inner most self. The strange sort of deeply connected feeling that I was getting as we stared at each other as he jacked-off and came intensified when I would’ve sworn that wasn’t possible. Having such an overwhelming feeling probably should’ve worried me a little, but I felt content and satisfied and like everything was happening as it was meant to happen.
The rational part of my brain was explaining away that deeply connected feeling as just a side effect of sliaru and its similar sensation to SNT, which I knew made people feel like they were intimately, often erotically, connected to those around them. The part of my brain that found ethereal, supernatural things fascinating was insisting that what I was experiencing was not sliaru induced but something that sliaru was helping me to realize more quickly than I would’ve on my own. Once sliaru was out of my system, I was definitely going to need to examine the incident more closely.
Tohan wiped his hand clean on a cloth he must’ve grabbed when he got the lube. He then leaned in and kissed me. I hummed my approval of that. His fingers lightly traced over my skin wherever he could touch as he continued to kiss me. My eyes closed, and I let myself sink into the very pleasurable feel of him touching me. I could very easily get used to that. Tohan gently pushed me to my back, and I let him press me to the inflatable pad. He broke the kiss and laid his head on my shoulder but kept up with the soft touches to my skin. The motion of his hand was soothing and relaxed me further as well as increasing the sensation of being connected to him on a deeper level. I heard him start to purr again, the sound lulling me into relaxing even more. I could definitely get used to this sort of thing on a regular basis, possibly even crave it. That didn’t worry me as it should’ve, but I couldn’t seem to dredge up the ability to care.
I still had questions for him about our respective tatts, but that could wait a bit longer. I was feeling far too relaxed to get into what I was sure would be a fascinating discussion. I also needed to talk to him about our food foraging plans. But not right now. For the first time in my life I felt content and... happy. I wanted that to last a bit longer before reality intruded and pushed me back into thinking of the mission and what would come after the mission was over.
Xa’: My/mine. Casual form.
Ony-ma: Yours. Casual form.
Effie stowing away was both endearing and a pain in my ass. I’d need to keep an eye on the little asshole to make sure he didn’t try something on Warrick. I told him not to attack, but Effie did what he wanted to do, and what I wanted or told him to do or not do usually had zero bearing on anything. He could behave himself because he did it all the time when family or friends came over to visit. But those times were generally for just a couple of hours at most, and if he was being a really surly asshole, I’d literally shove him out the window. That wasn’t going to be an option in our current situation.
I was a tiny bit worried about how Effie would take me and Warrick screwing. There was a better than average chance that Effie would take the moans and groans to mean something other than deep pleasure and he’d attack Warrick. If Warrick was the one screwing me, and Effie heard those sounds, I could totally see him savaging Warrick. He couldn’t do anything to Warrick’s mechanical parts, but it wouldn’t take him more than a few seconds to figure that out and go for the organic bits. Hy’prae were ruthlessly efficient killers, finding the weakness of their prey and remembering it for future hunts.
Effie had never been in my condo when I had partners in my bed. A full-grown hy’prae growling and hissing at you was a giant mood killer, and since that’s usually what he did when he saw new people around me, I generally shooed him out and made sure he stayed out before bringing somebody home. Or I did the easier thing and went to my partner’s place to get my freak on.
Effie was just going to have to deal. I wasn’t looking forward to a sulky hy’prae, but I also wasn’t about to give up on fucking Warrick just to avoid Effie puking digestive juices into my shoes to show his displeasure with the situation. At least Warrick seemed to be taking everything in stride. Although, it was possible he didn’t yet realize what a pain Effie could be when it came down to us getting dicks into asses.
Warrick really was pretty fucking awesome. The gun fight in the docking bay had been hella cool, our nearly getting shot to shit aside. That thing he’d done with the mirror and holding his gun backwards to shoot and fucking nailing his target not once but twice was wickedly awesome and totally something out of an action vid. I knew it was a dangerous situation that we’d been in and not something for entertainment, but fuck, that had been super cool.
Warrick was busy stacking what was left of our supplies and said he was going to fix the inflatable pad. I was glad about that last bit as the couch was lumpy as hell, and I’d probably be more comfortable sleeping on the bare concrete floor. If I was really into sleeping as comfortably as possible, I could always ask Effie to build me a web hammock. It would take a considerable amount of coaxing and a ridiculous amount of constant praise, but he would eventually do it for me. It took him a while, though, to make something that big and sturdy and it pretty much wiped him out for an entire day when he was done. I was a bit annoyed with him for sneaking into my bag, but I wasn’t going to be a dick about it and make him do something that taxing just for my comfort.
While Warrick was sorting and repairing what he could of our stash, I was going through some of the systems of the prison. Setting us up to have management level access to the hydroponics bay was stupid easy. Honestly, whomever had written the code for that had to have been some grade school kit. The security protocols were laughable, and it’d taken me all of five minutes to get into the program, give us access, and change the security codes to something almost decent under the limits of the program. Even so, a first-year high school student with a respectable understanding of programming could hack their way into the hydroponics system on their lunch break using their wrist comm and still have time for a quickie screw before their lunch break was over because the security of the programming was that shitty.
Fine, there wasn’t much that was of strategic value in the hydroponics bay, so security could be lighter than say what there was for the server room. But when a relatively bright child could hack their way through what was supposed to be security, there was a problem, in my opinion. However, fixing the security of the hydroponics bay wasn’t part of my job. As much as it pained me, I didn’t start fucking around with it. I wasn’t gonna be paid any extra to fix that issue since it had nothing to do with fixing the security breach for take-offs from the facility.
The security camera that Warrick showed me that had been on a loop wasn’t the only one set up that way in the inmate free-roaming area. I found six others also set to loop a static recording of the area. I cut the loops and four of the six cameras went black. The two remaining cameras were heavily damaged, the video coming from them sketchy and partially obscured by cracked lenses. One camera wouldn’t pan at all and the other would only pan to the right and back to center. There wasn’t a lot to see, but some sort of video feed was better than no video feed in my books.
The cameras in the secure area were mostly working. There were a couple that were offline, but it seemed to be a programming thing and not a mechanical issue. I could fix programming issues easily enough. Mechanical problems would be tougher to solve. I was decent at basic repairs, but we hadn’t brought along anything to fix physical problems with the cameras in the facility. I could probably scavenge some parts from the stuff that had been shot up in the docking bay, but things like lenses or specific dedicated circuits, well, we’d be shit out of luck. It wasn’t a must-have thing to get all the cameras working, but it would be nice. Maybe Warrick could do something about the physical repairs to the cameras.
I had the cameras in the docking bay active at the moment and was panning the area. There didn’t appear to be anyone in the bay. At least nobody alive was in there. I could see a couple of bodies, the inmates not having bothered to cart the dead away. That was probably going to be good for Effie as far as food went. I didn’t like the idea of him wandering around the facility on his own. He was fine to go wherever he wanted by himself on Awh’an, but he knew the flora and fauna there, and the possibility of him getting shot was pretty low. Here, it was a new scenario, and I didn’t doubt for a second that the inmates would shoot him the second they saw him, especially after word got around of what went down in the docking bay. Of course, they’d have to see him first, and that generally wasn’t a thing when a hy’prae was hunting. But that also didn’t mean it didn’t happen.
I’d downloaded a map of the facility to my wrist comm and had plans to look at it more in depth later to get a general idea of the layout. I was sure Warrick had a map of everything in the facility downloaded into his head, which was great and useful. But if something were to happen and we were separated for some reason, I didn’t want to be running my ass into dead end corridors or storage closets because I had no idea where I was or how to get to where I wanted or needed to be. That would just be shit planning, and I was big on planning courses of action.
I flicked through the cameras that were working and saw a whole bunch of nothing. I hadn’t expected to see anything though. Whatever the inmates were doing, they were doing it where there was no video feed. The secure area that we were in appeared to actually be secure. At least for the time being, it was secure. I wasn’t all that optimistic about it staying totally secure. The prisoners knew we were here and could probably guess why, given the other teams that had been sent before us. Somebody on Team Psycho Killers had better than decent coding knowledge, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before an attempt would be made to try to breach the security of the room we were in or, at the very least, physically wiggle their way into the general secure area to try to pry us out. I was highly in favour of doing what needed to be done and getting the fuck out before that happened.
Finished with what I needed to do for now, I spun my seat around to watch Warrick. Gods, he was hotness given form. I wasn’t sure what I wanted for our first encounter. I knew I was going to get my dick sucked since he said he had an oral fixation. I was totally cool with that. I knew I was going to play with his nipples since I’d seen that he liked that. I totally intended to lick every inch of his skin that I could. Beyond that, I almost wasn’t sure what to do now that I knew sex would be a welcome thing with him.
If I was asked, I might say that I liked getting my dick into someone just a tiny little fraction more than having dick in my ass. It would be a super close call though, and there was even the possibility that my opinion would change depending on the day and whom I was with. I hadn’t seen what Warrick was sporting when I jerked off in the shuttle, but he had said that he’d been outfitted with a nice unit. I wondered if his dick would be mechanical like his chassis, which would be kinda kinky cool, or if it would be like an organic cock, which had its own aesthetic appeal. I wondered if balls were part of this unit he’d been kitted out with or if there was just a cock. If he had balls, was there any sensation in them or were they just decorative? Would he like me playing with them or would it be a wasted effort?
As far as his ass went, there was obviously going to be some differences right off the top between his chassis and flesh. Flesh had give and obviously all kinds of nerves to register things like the light touch of fingers or the squeeze of those same fingers to a muscled ass cheek. Kisses and light bites would be felt on flesh, too. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but that sort of thing probably wasn’t part of the sensor array in Warrick’s chassis. He could likely detect pressure at a certain level if only to make him aware of any damage or obstacles to his chassis, but I had serious doubts those sensors would translate to the arousing touch of someone during sex.
He said he had sensors in the unit he’d been fitted with and in his ass that allowed him to feel pleasure when he was fucking or being fucked, and I was intensely curious about that. I didn’t want to be all weird and kill the sexy times mood by examining closely whatever he had that simulated an asshole. Unless, of course, he had some kind of medical kink and would enjoy that. When we got down to cock-into-ass, did he need to be loosened or would his quasi-hole just widen to accommodate whatever size of dick was going in? Was lube necessary or did his hole self-lubricate?
Stars, I had so many unsexy questions about sex with him.
“Can I ask you some sex type questions specific to you without making you feel all weird about it?” I asked Warrick.
He looked up from what he was doing to repair the inflatable pad. “Certainly. Especially in light of the fact that we’ll be having sex at some point. Correct me if I’m wrong, but to the best of my knowledge, based on the data I have on you, you’ve never had sex with any cyborg before so you likely do have pertinent questions. Ask away.”
Awesome. I rolled the chair closer to where he was doing the repairs and watched as he cut pieces from the bullet-shredded mat and set them aside. I wasn’t sure where to start the questions, so I figured I’d just blurt them all out and let him figure out which ones to answer and how he wanted to answer them.
“You said you’d been installed with a nice package. What, exactly, did you mean by that? I don’t mean dimensions, although if you want to tell me before I see the goods, that’s cool. Is this a mechanical dick? Or does it look real? Just a dick? Or are there balls involved in this, too? Are they just for looks, or do you get sensation from having them played with, too? You said you get pleasure out of sex. How does that register for you? When you come, assuming you do come, what happens? What about taking a cock? Do I play with your ass to loosen you up, or does your chassis adjust to whatever is stuffed up there? Is lube required, or is there self-lubrication in your ass? What sort of sensations do you get from taking a cock? Do you have a preference either way?”
Warrick raised a brow at me and smiled. “You’ve certainly been doing some thinking.”
“Well, yeah. As you pointed out, I’ve never had sex with a cyborg, and I’m really a giver in bed so I like to know I’m pleasing my partner. This is totally new, totally cool territory for me. I want you to enjoy sex with me. That’s super important to me.”
Warrick moved from the crouching position he’d been in to the sitting-without-a-chair thing he’d done earlier when he’d been checking the cameras. That was fucking neat as hell. He slid one of his feet to the side, making his legs spread. The rounded cup that was at his crotch retracted into his groin, and then a very real looking cock and balls flopped out. Wicked.
His cock and balls were completely hair-free, and the skin was just as bone white as the rest of his skin. The head of his cock was flushed the most delicate of pink, and I immediately wanted to lick it. I watched in fascination and growing arousal as his cock firmed. When he was fully hard, I had to admit that he did indeed have a very nice package. Damned if it didn’t look real as hell, too. I was going to love taking that equipment up my ass. The only weird thing I noticed was that despite him having a gorgeous boner, there was zero scent of arousal from him. That was kinda cool but a bit confusing and even a little unsettling at the same time.
“This is, for lack of better phrasing, a mechanical dick and balls. I can be hard for as long or short a time as my partner wants or needs me to be. I will feel pleasure from stimulation of both cock and balls, and yes, I will orgasm from stimulation to them. There is a release of fluid but it’s not actual ejaculate. It has the same consistency and taste though. My ass is not self-lubricating, and while I can take a cock without any stretching, it’s not something I enjoy as it does hurt to be taken without any prep.”
“Wait a second. You’re telling me that your chassis is designed to allow you to be fucked without stretching your ass but that you feel pain when that happens? That’s seriously sick shit, Warrick, and a major design flaw in my opinion.”
Warrick looked at me, conflict in his eyes. He pressed his lips together briefly before seeming to come to some decision. His cock went limp so fast it was a little boggling and the metal cup part slid back over his groin covering everything back up.
“Moswen said to be honest with you and to go with my gut. He learned something about me when he took me into the Dream World, and he said he’d leave it up to me whether or not I shared that information with you. He said he didn’t think you’d be repulsed but that he couldn’t say for certain, which was a fair statement.
“You know there’s some things I can’t reveal to you with regards to the design of my cyborg parts as that is proprietary information. I also can’t disclose information about my programming or details of the wet-wear in my head. The organic parts of me, however, are pretty much fair game for discussion since organics are more or less a universal constant for a lot of species. Because of the questions you asked, I think I need to reveal more to you about myself than I’ve ever voluntarily revealed to anyone not part of the Daquan cyborg program. There’s nothing that stops me from telling you what I’m about to, except my reluctance to see your reaction based on past experience.”
“That’s not exactly filling me with all kinds of confidence for what you feel like you need to say, Warrick.”
“A previous reaction from someone outside of the project was... harsh. It was my first experience with someone outside of the project learning more about me than is apparent at first glance. How much would you say of me is organic? Rough percentage is fine.”
“Twenty-five percent at most,” I answered. I had no clue where he was going with this.
“I’m actually fifty-nine point two six percent organic. I’m fully organic down to my pelvis. We’ve been genetically tweaked to bred true every time without legs since they’re not necessary to our function as cyborgs. Having a full torso and pelvis allows for us to eat regular diets, swap in and out of any chassis without the need of life sustaining machines between transfers, and for the collection of prime genetic breeding material, sperm from the males and eggs from females, instead of relying on clones, which have some problems with health, aging, and remaining stable the more times they are cloned.
“The reason anal will hurt if I receive no prep or lube is because you’ll actually be pushing your cock into my organic ass through an opening in my chassis. I have a narrow, short tube roughly three inches long inserted into my rectum while I’m in my chassis for voiding solid waste. The tube will widen for anal sex since it’s quite flexible, but if my ass is forced wide suddenly, the tube automatically pries my ass open as far as is required, and that is painful. And before you ask, yes, I do have an actual cock and balls, too. I’ve got another tube in my urethra going into my bladder for voiding liquid waste while in my chassis. When I’m aroused and in my chassis, because of the catheter, I’ll have a retrograde orgasm where my sperm ends up in my bladder instead of leaving my cock. It’s not painful or dangerous in any way to me. It feels mostly the same as a regular orgasm just not quite as intense. It’s still very pleasurable.”
I stared. Okay, I did not see that coming. My mind latched on to the information that he was whole to his pelvis and could swap in and out of his chassis without needing a surgical bay to do it. That was cool as hell, and all kinds of new sexy-fun-times opened up in my head. I still wanted to fuck him as he was now, but I was also suddenly excited to find out that I could fuck him without his chassis. I wasn’t sure why he felt reluctant to tell me about having more organic bits than I thought. There had to be something I was missing.
“That is wicked as fuck. Why would you not want to see my reaction to what you just told me? When can we have sex without your chassis? Stars, that would be like icing on an already very tasty cake. Or are you not comfortable with that? Don’t agree to it because I want to. You need to want to have sex as just two organics, too. For the record, I would flat out love to be able to suck your cock and rim your ass. The mechanical parts of you are super cool, but I want to experience all of you if I can.”
Warrick was staring at me like I’d suddenly grown another head and it was firing lasers out of its eyes. I didn’t think there was any kind of language issue causing his confusion and shock since I was speaking Common. Maybe it was a cyborg cultural thing, and I’d stepped over the line by asking to sex up just his body. Maybe it was some sort of deeper relationship thing for cyborgs or something. Had I just offended him on a grand scale? Maybe I should ease up on teasing Moswen about his sucking at the alien species interaction thing. It was apparently harder than I assumed even when you’d done your homework on the alien culture you would be interacting with.
Shit. Damage control time.
“I didn’t mean to offend you or step over any line. I’m really sorry about whatever I said. Tell me what I said that was wrong, and I won’t make that mistake again, I swear it. I brushed up on some Daquan cultural things before leaving Awh’an, but there was literally nothing anywhere that I could find about cyborg culture or customs, so I’m kinda groping around in the dark on that side of things. How pissed are you?”
“I’m not pissed about anything. And there’re no cyborg customs or culture. We’re property. You just.... I wasn’t expecting you to ask if we could have sex with me out of my chassis with you knowing what to expect of my organic parts. You’re not disgusted at the thought of seeing me as incomplete?”
“Incomplete? Now I’m confused. How could you be incomplete if you just told me you’re genetically bred to be the way you are? Unless you feel incomplete when you’re not in your chassis? Is that it?”
“No. My chassis is a tool. This one is my favourite, but it’s still only a tool that allows me to do things quicker and better than if I were without it. The previous experience I mentioned had me needing to do an emergency exit from a heavily damaged chassis that was partially trapped under some rubble I couldn’t move. The client I was protecting at the time was horrified and disgusted when I exited the chassis.
“I needed to complete my mission, which was to protect him at all costs. Help was coming and I only needed to safeguard him for another ten minutes or so before backup arrived. I went to him and tried to cover him as best as I could with my body. I was still capable of shielding him physically, and I could still fire my laser pistol. He shoved me away from him, called me a disgusting abomination, and threatened to blow my head off if I came near him again. I disarmed him, we struggled, and he managed to get me in a compromising position since I was not at optimal performance due to taking a glancing blow from a steel beam to the back of my head. My backup found him straddling me, trying to smash my head in with a fist-sized chunk of fallen concrete while screaming about me being a belly-crawling demon spawn. Fortunately, our bones are quite dense and reinforced with metal mesh, but it still hurt like fuck and took a month for all the swelling, bruises, and cuts to heal.”
“Holy shit! That is just all kinds of wrong. I hope like hell there was some kind of retribution on the guy for doing that to you.”
“No. He was a client, and as I’m sure you’re aware, only the wealthy can afford to hire a Daquan cyborg. Mind you, he was put on a list to never be taken on as a client again. It is expected that some damage could happen to a cyborg while on mission because of what those missions usually entail. It’s unacceptable for the same cyborg to be willfully damaged by the client especially to the degree that I was.”
“I’d better never find out the asshole’s name. I’m not joking about that, Warrick. He’ll suffer a massive reversal of fortune if I do manage to track him down. Maybe a few illegal activities of his, real or created, will come to light and a little jail time will be in order. I’d arrange for it to be a real cess pit that he gets sent to. It’d be marked down as a clerical error that landed him there and would take a few weeks to get straightened out, but that’d be enough time for him to get the shit beaten out of him daily. Killed if things go not-so-well for him or possibly a little cash incentive occurs to help along the desired course of action. Stars, that sort of shit pisses me off so bad.”
“Why?” Warrick asked.
“Because it’s wrong. You’re born the way you’re born and have no choice in how you look or what sort of person those things cause you to be. Who gives a fuck if that’s not what everybody else sees as the norm? As long as you’re a decent person, it doesn’t matter what you look like. That’s a bit of a hot button for me.
“Moswen gets a lot of unfair treatment because he’s a Throw-back. It’s not his fault that he’s a Throw-back. It’s just a genetic quirk. As much as he can be a pain in the ass little brother, he’s a good person, and I’d gladly have him at my back any time. But people see the marks on his skin and immediately assume he’s going to flip out and eat their face if they so much as look at him sideways. And yeah, I do mean that they literally expect him to attack and eat their face. People see my eyes and automatically assume I’m contagious when they know better. Anybody having the intensity of markings that I do and is walking around in public has been cured. That’s common knowledge. But the first reaction at seeing my eyes is always to take a step or two back before they can stop themselves.”
“Okay. I can see why you’d feel that way given your experiences. I happen to think your eyes are beautiful, by-the-way. Are you sure you’d be able to accept sex with me as wholly organic yet having no lower limbs? I hate to belabour the point, but aside from my experience, I have done some casual research into how people feel about sex with others who have less than the standard number of body parts. It was a bit disheartening to see the results to be honest.”
I could see where Warrick was coming from on that score. I had my own experience with someone who had less body parts than was the standard. He’d been shocked at my shrugging my shoulders and saying I didn’t care as long as he could still fuck and be fucked. Pallas said my attitude was not common because I treated him like any other guy regardless of what limbs he did or didn’t have.
“Nope, not a single problem. Couple of years back, I dated a guy that lost both legs on a military mission. Pallas and his squad were hired out by another planet to do recon and a little bit of pre-emptive mayhem before the rest of the invading force landed. He was scouting ahead with some others and discovered the natives of the planet weren’t quite the backwater pacifists his squad had been led to believe. Landmine blew off his right leg at roughly mid-thigh and mangled his left leg so badly they had to take it off at the knee to save his life. Lost the lower third of his tail, too. I hooked up with him a few years after that happened.
“I met him by pure chance in a safety shelter as we waited for a swarm to pass over. It never mattered to me that he didn’t have all his legs or a whole tail. He has replacement cybernetic legs, but he’d usually take them off during sex. That was his thing though. I didn’t care either way. I’m a cock/balls/ass man, and those parts of him worked just fine and were very pleasing on all kinds of levels. We dated for a couple of months, but he couldn’t deal with who I was related to and the constant stares. It was right around when all the shit was going down with both Moswen and Tyh at the same time. My family was getting a ton of exposure planet-wide because of the things happening. It was like living on display in a glass box, so I can’t really blame him for saying he couldn’t do it. There were days where I felt like I couldn’t do it. We’re still friends though. I partnered with him during his last cycle as a matter of fact. He’s a really intense fuck, but in that wicked ride sort of way.”
Warrick smiled at me, a subtle tenseness leaving him. “I’d love to try sex as just organics. The problem is that any time I exit my chassis, I need to either have permission for it or provide a valid reason for leaving it without said permission. Exiting my chassis so I can have sex is not considered a valid reason—especially when I can have sex while in my chassis.”
“Well that sucks in the totally un-fun way for both of us. Hey, since you’re supposed to have sex with me as part of your mission orders, could it be considered following orders if you exited your chassis because I said I wanted to have sex with you without your chassis?”
Problem solved. I was fucking brilliant.
“I honestly don’t know. The possibility of it has never come up before. I can send a transmission to headquarters to ask and probably get an answer in a few hours. This would be a low priority thing so it could take even longer to get a reply. However, if the answer is no and I leave my chassis without an excellent reason for doing so, I’m going to be getting some severe disciplinary action. If I don’t ask and leave, a signal will be sent immediately to Daquan, but we’d be able to finish what we started before I’d need to go back into my chassis. What do you want me to do?”
Okay, maybe not quite so brilliant. I didn’t want Warrick getting into trouble just because I wanted to get my freak on with him without the mechanical parts. It was still a good idea. Just needed a little refining maybe.
“Tough choice. How about for now, we stick to cyborg sex and not borrow any trouble for you just yet. I’m totally down with that idea. We’ll figure something out for purely organic sex later. I don’t want to get you in trouble when there could be a way around that. So, you feel like getting a little frisky with me right now? Gotta be honest, the wank in the shuttle was cool but nowhere near as much fun as I know it’s going to be when we get our mouths on each other.”
“Just our mouths? That’s a bit limiting isn’t it?” Warrick teased.
“I thought starting slow and seeing how things progressed would be the gentlemanly thing to do. But hey, if you wanna go balls to ass right away, I’m not gonna say no,” I leered.
Warrick laughed. “Just a little note of warning that will apply to positions you want to try. I’m considerably heavier than you are. While I’m in this chassis, I’m three hundred and twelve pounds. Out of my chassis, I weigh seventy-two pounds.”
“Good to know. You mentioned having an oral fixation. Did you want to satisfy that with a little mutual action? Maybe some ass play, too?”
“I’d like that very much. I’ll lay on the bottom since I’m heavier,” Warrick said as he shrugged out of his short jacket.
He tossed his jacket onto the couch behind him and leaned forward, falling into a kneeling position before sitting and then laying down on his back on the still damaged inflatable mat. The covering at his groin pulled back and his cock and balls were exposed once more. Stars, he was fucking hot.
I stared for a few seconds, licking my lips, before standing and shrugging out of my vest, dropping it behind me, hopefully onto the chair I’d just vacated. Warrick trailed his hand over his chest, toying with his nipples briefly before continuing down his body to grip his slowly hardening cock as he watched me strip. The scent of his arousal wafted up to my nose and my mouth watered. Gods, he smelled good. I undid the ties on my pants and threw them at the chair behind me.
“I have to say that aroused and armed is a very good look on you, Tohan,” Warrick said with humour in his voice and arousal in his eyes.
I grinned at that. I unstrapped the thigh holsters for the batons and carefully placed them on the chair seat with my clothes. I toed off my shoes and went down on my knees next to Warrick’s hip. I took his free hand and brought it to my nearly hard cock. He needed zero encouragement to wrap his fingers around it and start stroking. Stars, that felt fantastic. I ran my fingers down his dick, amazed to find that it really did feel like skin and was even warm as if it was living flesh. This was going to be awesome.
“Not to be a mood-killer, but your cock totally feels real. If I didn’t know, I’d swear it was. This is way fucking cool.”
Warrick chuckled. “It’s supposed to feel real. Feels good to have your hand on it, too.”
“Yeah?” I asked as I gave it a few experimental strokes, grinning at the little catch in Warrick’s breath when I did that.
“Oh, yeah. The sensation and arousal program is very sophisticated. I’m very much looking forward to feeling your mouth on my cock. Not nearly as much as I’m looking forward to getting my lips around your cock, but we all have our little fetishes, right?”
“Yep, we all have little wants and needs,” I said as I leaned forward and licked one of his nipples.
Warrick gasped and his back arched. His cock throbbed in my hand, and the nipple I’d licked hardened immediately into a tight little nub. Awesome! He squeezed my dick, forcing a pleased growl out of my throat. I bit his nipple gently before sucking on it a little and then backing off. Warrick groaned, the sound making my dick twitch in his hand.
“Good to know you like nipple play, too. I figured you did when you played with them in the shuttle as you watched me jerk off. Fair warning, I plan on driving you nuts in the best way possible with that little kink of yours another time. Right now, I want you to suck my cock while I suck yours.”
“It’ll be my pleasure,” Warrick said eagerly as he stroked my cock.
“Our pleasure,” I corrected as I returned the favour.
Warrick leered at me. “You have no idea how much I like having a cock in my mouth. Trust me. It’ll be all my pleasure.”
“Well, then, I aim to please. I’m a real giver in bed. Making my partner feel good and getting them off is a total erotic rush for me.”
“Then give me what I want, Tohan.”
I grinned, kissed him quickly on the lips, turned around, and swung my leg over his head. Warrick grabbed hold of my dick and immediately guided it into his mouth, happy sounds coming from him as his lips closed around the head. A shiver of intense pleasure travelled down my spine as his hands settled on my ass cheeks and steadily pushed my cock down his throat. My tail tip shook in excitement.
He swallowed me down to the root without even a hint of gagging. He held me there for several seconds, his throat massaging my dick as he deliberately swallowed twice before gently pushing my hips up until just the head was in his mouth. He sucked hard on the head and teased my slit with his tongue before slowly sliding the entire length of my cock back down his throat. He was making me fuck his mouth, and it was one of the kinkiest things I’d had the pleasure of doing. I couldn’t have stopped the back and forth swishing of my tail in pleasure if I’d tried.
My breath shuddered out of me, and my dick throbbed in approval at what he was doing with his mouth and the sexy sounds of pleasure he was making. Stars, he was really, really good at cock sucking, and he’d barely even started. He was better than Mered, and I’d thought Mered was the best cock sucker to ever get his lips on my dick. I’d go so far as to say Warrick was a gods damned artist when it came to cock sucking. That he wanted to suck my cock, well, I was obviously a monstrously lucky bastard.
I grabbed hold of his dick and licked it. There was a faint metallic tang to it but nothing overpowering. It was a bit weird that there was no musky scent to his junk. I could smell his arousal and that was heavenly, but there wasn’t the other male smell I was used to having in my nose when I was so close to hard cock. If I hadn’t known it was mechanical, that absence of scent would’ve clued me in that something wasn’t quite right. It was still a very fine cock though. It was warm and soft and gave encouraging little twitches in my mouth as I sucked on it just like a real dick would. I could taste a little pre-come on my tongue, and it actually did taste like what it was supposed to. I cupped his balls, not surprised to find that they also felt totally real and moved like a genuine pair of balls would move.
I slid a finger behind his balls, not sure what I’d find as far as an asshole would go. Warrick caught on to what I was aiming for and spread his legs a bit to give me better access. I was surprised to feel the wrinkles of a pucker under my fingertip. They were a lot firmer than flesh but had much more give than the metal of the rest of his chassis that I could feel. Spit was a lousy lube for sex, but for just pushing a finger into an ass, it wasn’t that bad. I backed off his cock for a moment and gobbed a more than healthy amount onto my finger before going back to sucking his cock. I slid my wet finger over his pucker and teased it with gentle circles and a little pressure, asking for entrance. I wasn’t entirely sure that would work, but if there were sensors in his mecha-cock and the chassis was designed for anal sex, it made sense in my head that he’d feel what I was doing, and his chassis would open for me.
His hole relaxed, and the tip of my finger slipped into him. The inside of his ass was warm and clasped my finger gently with a vague sort of rubbery feel. That had to be the tube he’d mentioned that was up his ass. My mind suddenly went off running in a totally kinky direction when I realized that Warrick, while in a chassis, was basically open-plugged anally and had his cock stuffed day and night without a break. Holy fuck that was a hot concept. We were going to have to explore that as kink play in the future. Assuming he’d be into that sort of thing.
I began to finger his ass as I sucked his cock, utterly loving the way he reacted. It thrilled me deeply to have a finger inside him since I knew that was real for him and he was obviously enjoying it a hell of a lot going by the way he doubled his already phenomenal efforts to suck my brains out via my dick. I liked sucking his cock, but it wasn’t as good as I knew it could be for both of us if I’d had his real dick in my mouth. He was enjoying my mouth but I wanted to give him true pleasure not something simulated by a program. Warrick backed off my cock, his breath puffing against my balls making my dick twitch.
“Push another finger into my ass, Tohan,” Warrick demanded.
“I’m only working with spit, Warrick. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine with spit for a couple of fingers, Tohan. It’s not like you’re trying to shove your hand up my ass with just spit for lube, which would be a huge no fucking way and get you a swift punch to the balls. Spit is fine for two fingers for someone used to things in his ass. I shouldn’t have to tell you that.” Humour laced Warrick’s voice again.
“You’ve been fisted before?” I asked with a little surprise. That was the last thing I expected to hear from Warrick.
“Yes. A client was into some weird stuff. I was outfitted with a micro-penis but really big balls for him. Like balls the size of your fist. You almost couldn’t see the penis I had because the balls were so huge. Every orgasm had an insane amount of come shoot out, too, as per his request. He never put his dick in my ass, but he fisted me daily, sometimes more than once. Took my ass a while to recover from that aspect of the mission.”
“Did you like it? I know what you do or don’t like doesn’t matter on mission, but I’m curious if you enjoyed any of it.”
“Yes, I liked it. Just not on a daily basis. That was a little much even for someone who likes permanently having something in his ass. Come on, Tohan. Don’t make me beg to have more in my ass. I will if that’s something you like, but it’s not a kink of mine.”
“Nah, making lovers beg isn’t my thing. Teasing can be fun but only if both people are into it. Any time you want to be fisted, you let me know. I’ve been told I’m damn good at it by my size-queen brother, Mered. I enjoy doing it, too. I get off on pleasing my partner.”
“Really? Possibly death by torture aside, this has the potential to be one of the most enjoyable missions I’ve ever had if that’s the case. Finger my ass and come in my mouth, Tohan. That will get me off,” Warrick said as he swallowed my cock once more.
I groaned, spit on my fingers, and pushed two into his ass like he wanted. Warrick moved my hips so I was fucking his mouth deeply and quickly. Stars, that felt amazing. The noises he made as he sucked me were incredibly hot and cranking my desire higher. I guided his cock back into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down while fingering his ass. My orgasm began to curl through my groin, the pressure building in an intensely pleasurable way. When I was seconds away from blowing my load, I pulled back from Warrick’s cock.
“Gonna come, Warrick,” I warned quickly before taking his cock back into my mouth.
Warrick responded by forcing my hips down hard so his lips pressed into the hair around my cock, holding my hips still. He began swallowing convulsively, the sensation tipping me the last little bit over the edge. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as my dick started pulsing. Warrick kept swallowing, the sensation as if his throat was milking the come out of my balls. It was fucking amazing, and I loved it.
I whined in my throat when his cock started spurting in my mouth. His ass began squeezing my fingers rhythmically, and a burst of satisfaction hit me. He was having a genuine orgasm, too, and it wasn’t just programming making his cock seem like he was taking pleasure in what I was doing with him. I let him finish in my mouth before releasing his cock. I kept my fingers in his ass, moving them slowly and enjoying the little flutters of his muscles. I’d stop playing with his ass if he said it was too much for him.
Warrick lifted my hips, my cock popping free, and drew in a sharp breath. He settled my hips on his chest and stroked his hands over my ass cheeks. I groaned softly when he raised his head up and gently kissed both my balls. I shivered when he kissed my taint and flat out whimpered when he kissed my hole. I swore softly when he tongued my pucker and couldn’t have stopped my happy purr if my life depended on it. My tail whacked the floor several times in pleasure before I could stop myself. Gods, I loved being rimmed.
“Mmmm, that was beyond good,” Warrick said after giving my hole a quick lick and kiss.
“Fuck, yeah,” I said as I rested my head on his thigh and eased my fingers from his ass when he squirmed a little.
Warrick made a small sound of protest at my fingers leaving him. I pushed myself up and off him, turning around so I could lie next to him. I snuggled up to him and started running my hand over his chest. His nipples were still hard, so I extended a claw and teased one to see what his reaction would be. He drew in a sharp breath and immediately grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away.
“They’re really sensitive right now. It’s too much to tease them. God, my balls ache now but that was completely worth it.”
“Sorry. Why do your balls ache? Shouldn’t they feel better now that you got off? Or is that some sort of cyborg thing?”
“I was milked before starting this mission. That’s standard ops in case something happens and we don’t make it back. The milking is an intense process and leaves my balls sore and tender for hours after.”
“Why didn’t you say something? I would’ve been fine with waiting until your balls didn’t hurt if you’d told me. Warrick, don’t just go along with what I want sexually. I know it’s part of your mission parameters to say yes to sex with me, but I won’t die from not getting my rocks off. Well, I could die if I was in cycle and couldn’t fuck or be fucked, but that’s a totally different set of circumstances and doesn’t apply here.”
“I didn’t mention it because I really wanted to suck your cock after seeing you jerk off in the shuttle. It doesn’t matter what my mission details are with regards to sex with you. It’s nice to have official permission so I don’t get disciplinary action later, but deciding when, where, and how I have sex is entirely up to me. My balls already ached because they were forcefully emptied earlier. They feel a bit more sore now, but it’s fine, completely manageable, and will fade soon.
“Trust me in this, if I really didn’t want to have sex, real sex and not the programmed shit that can look like I’ve orgasmed and enjoyed myself, I won’t. Any of the times that I’ve needed to have sex but haven’t been aroused was all pure programming. I don’t come, and I don’t even feel the barest urge to come. I’ll let my mind sink a little away from the encounter as well so I’m not even really mentally there, although whomever I’m with won’t have a clue because of the programming I can engage.”
“Okay. If you say so. I just don’t like the idea of you getting all sexy-times with me if you don’t really want to or if it hurts you. Unless the hurting thing is a kink of yours? I can get on board with that if you need me to. I’ve had a few partners who were into that, and we are kinda on the violent side as a species in general.”
Warrick chuckled. “No, purposeful pain with my sex is not my idea of fun or arousing. I will let you know if I don’t like something or if I don’t feel in the mood. I know consent is a big deal in your culture and how you feel as a species about forced sex that isn’t a bedroom game between consenting partners. I’m more than capable of stopping you, Tohan.”
“Okay. Good. Glad we’re clear on that. You up for breaking out some food? I’m hungry now, and I know once I get working on the security issue, getting me to stop to eat will probably be an ongoing problem for you. I’d suggest you set an internal alarm or something to make me eat at regular intervals because I’ll ignore hunger pangs if I’m into what I’m doing.”
“Noted. Let’s see what culinary delights we can throw together with what we have. Should we make something for Effie, too?”
“Yeah. He’ll want to gather some of his kills later, but he’ll probably be hungry when he wakes up and wanders back in here. Fair warning, Effie is disgustingly energetic and perky when he wakes up, and I don’t mean just after naps either. He’ll be bouncing around and totally getting under your feet for like a solid fifteen minutes before he calms the fuck down. It’s funny but annoying at the same time.”
I started to get up only to have Warrick slip his hand behind my head and pull me close for a kiss. The kiss was demanding and aggressive, so I responded in kind. I loved that as soon as I did, his lips gentled and became accepting. His hand slid over my back and paused when he got to my tattoos. He traced over the slightly raised tissue, pulled back from the kiss and sat up. He pushed at my shoulder to make me turn a little to see my back and moved my hair aside. He stared in silence at what he could see of my back and then looked me in the eyes.
“I believe you mentioned telling me why you had such a strange reaction to my tattoos... Hy’prae. Don’t even bother denying you are Hy’prae. I can feel it in my gut.”
“You’re not gonna... uhhh... do anything with that info, are you? I mean, the reward is pretty substantial, but you don’t need the money, right? I mean, as a cyborg, you’re totally provided for, right?”
Warrick said nothing and just stared at me hard for several long seconds. My nuts started to sweat. This had the potential to be really, really bad. There might be a couple of governments that wanted me dead for shit I’d leaked to their populace about them and the shady things they’d been doing. The reward didn’t specify that I needed to be healthy or even in one piece in order to collect. Alive was the only stipulation.
Warrick burst out laughing and stood, holding out his hand to me. I accepted it warily.
“The look on your face. Gods, that was priceless. I’m yanking your tail, Tohan. Not about you being Hy’prae. I’m utterly sure you are. I’m not going to say a damn thing to anyone about that. One of the prime reasons Daquan hired you was because of their strong suspicions, but no proof, that you’re the hacker, Hy’prae. It’s not part of my mission parameters to either confirm or deny that you’re Hy’prae or to report you to the appropriate authorities for arrest related to the things you’ve done as Hy’prae. I wouldn’t mind talking to you about how you accomplished some of the things you did, though. If you want to.”
My heart slowed its mad gallop in my chest. I believed Warrick when he said he wouldn’t say a word. I punched him none-too-gently in the arm. Warrick didn’t even twitch a muscle, and it felt like I’d punched a tree. Damn. He hadn’t been kidding about having dense bones that were reinforced. That should’ve at least made him wince a little.
“Asshole. I nearly had a heart attack. I really didn’t want to have to make an emergency call to Moswen to have him come wipe parts of your memory.”
“He’d do that?” Warrick asked as he headed for the boxes with the food.
“In a heartbeat. Family covers family’s ass.”
“Noted. Come pick out what gourmet sludge you want to have, and while you’re at it, you can tell me why my tatts freaked you out and then tell me about the one on your back. You don’t need to bother dressing either if you don’t want to. I appreciate the view. A lot.”
I grinned. Crisis averted. Awesome.
***Ch6 currently available on Patreon and will post here June 1st! Thank you for reading!
The rest of the shuttle ride was spent trading general likes and dislikes between us. Tohan was easy to talk to and had a great sense of humour. Surprisingly, we had a lot of common interests and had similar likes and dislikes. As promised, Tohan regaled me with stories he swore were one hundred percent true about Moswen and his chaos effect. Tohan said that I could even check databases for some of the better known details. I did, and even if I was only able to confirm a very small part of what Tohan said, it was most definitely true and frankly astounding.
Like the fact that Moswen was a royal concubine to Kijika as well as his shu’anad and Lor’fei partner. Not only that, they had two children together, Jaiseki and Xinda, and the children were actually entirely theirs, Kijika having given birth to them. He was male, but the genetics on his maternal side made it possible for all males to become pregnant and give birth if they chose to do so. I thought it was fascinating that Kijika’s maternal side was also a triple-sexed species and winged. His paternal side was also winged although the style of wings was very different.
According to Tohan, the event that brought Kijika and Moswen together, in a roundabout way, namely Moswen’s significant role in the accidental destruction of a top secret military lab, also led to his brothers, Makis and Mered, becoming fathers under highly unusual circumstances several years later. They and their partner, Kushaiah, ended up adopting a Laiokian girl, Qetsiyah, which wouldn’t have been possible if Tohan’s brother, Tyhlian, hadn’t had Moswen’s help to escape Awh’an when he was unjustly put under an order of execution for his supposed dangerous insanity, thereby allowing Tyhlian to met his shu’anad and Lor’fei, Dakvir, who is Laiokian, while on the run from the Shal-hazal Hunter sent to eliminate Tyhlian. With the backing of the Shal-hazal House that Moswen and Tyhlian run with other family members, Dakvir was able to help hundreds upon hundreds of Teichle, a sub-group of Laiokians that are hated and feared by their fellow Laiokians, to immigrate to Awh’an. That immigration of Teichle to Awh’an also ended the government supported slavery of the Teichle for sale to other planets.
On Awh’an, the Teichle found a use for their uniqueness. In the past, Shal-hazal Litches had had to be put to death, going dangerously insane due to the nature of their abilities. The Teichle were able to maintain the Litches sanity, something the Litches and their families were exceedingly grateful for.
Tohan had not been kidding in the slightest about Moswen’s chaos effect when one considered that the entire chain of events began several years ago because Moswen wanted to poke around in the top secret lab his sister, Mahira, and her team had been guarding. She’d said no to sneaking him in, so he crept in on his own, got caught playing with chemicals in one of the labs by two people of his sister’s team, and had his silence bought by the ones who caught him when they asked him to say nothing if they let him join in on the sex they were about to have while on duty. Apparently, some chemicals were left cooking when Moswen jumped into the action, and although it took a few hours, the lab blew sky high. Casualties were minimal as it’d been during some sort of national holiday and during a shift change when most of the personnel were out of the building. Even more astounding was that with the lab being blown up, highly illegal activities involving weaponizing some of the native flora to be sold to the highest bidders by of some of the scientists was revealed. Most of the casualties involved those same scientists, and to hear Tohan speak of it, most Awh’anise seemed to feel it had been a good thing that the scientists were dead.
Epic stories indeed.
We were almost at the asteroid when Tohan began turning his head side to side and frowning. He seemed to be listening intently to something. Or perhaps trying to listen intently to something was a better way of putting it. He continued to turn his head back and forth, and the frown on his face deepened after several minutes.
“Can you hear that?” Tohan asked me.
“That noise. I’ve been hearing it off and on for the past half hour. It’s sort of an up and down wave of sound but also intermittent. Really low end of the frequency scale, too. Close to the bottom of my threshold. I know I’ve heard it before, or something a lot like it, but I can’t remember where at the moment. It’s driving me nuts.”
“No, I don’t hear anything. My hearing, while very good, isn’t as sensitive as yours. Are you sure it’s not some sort of sound vibration associated with the shuttle engines?”
“Not unless there’s something really wrong with them. I’m pretty sure you’d at least mention to me that there was an issue with the engines’ so I wouldn’t freak the hell out if we needed to do some sort of controlled crash landing or were about to be adrift in space with no engines.”
“Yes, I would mention that sort of thing to you. The computer hasn’t noted any issues.”
Tohan growled softly and unbuckled his harness. He stood and began slowly walking around the shuttle, stopping every now and again to listen, obviously trying to pin point where he was hearing the mystery sounds coming from. He got to the cargo area and stopped at his garish duffle bag. He crouched down and unzipped it, swearing in multiple languages at whatever he saw in the bag.
I heard chittering seconds before Tohan was knocked flat on his back by a large, multi-legged something that landed on his chest and pinned him to the floor. Sharp chirps and whistles sounded, and Tohan appeared to be struggling to get the creature off him all while still swearing in multiple languages. I had my harness undone and was on my way to save Tohan from whatever was attacking him only to freeze in place at Tohan’s command.
“Warrick, don’t move. I’m fine. This is Effie. Little bastard stowed away. I didn’t know he could work zippers. That’s new. He’d tried to crawl into my bag twice when I was packing, and I dumped him out both times. I thought he fucked off in a huff because he’s done that before, but he obviously waited until I finished packing and left the room and then got in the bag closing himself inside it. Crap. I have no idea what he might’ve taken out of my bag to make room for himself. Moswen’s comment about bringing a bag of rocks makes total sense now since he was the one carrying this bag for me while I had the bag of personal computer shit I’ll need.”
Effie was quite large. I’d guesstimate he stood probably knee-high and weighed around fifty pounds from the look of him. Effie’s eight legs were not spindly like the spiders I’d seen. They were about as thick around as my forearm and looked powerful. There seemed to be some sort of short, purple-black hair or fur tipped in dark green covering Effie’s body and legs much like the pictures I’d seen of tarantulas. There were six eyes in three matched pairs on Effie’s head. The smallest set was closest to the mouth/fangs with the eyes increasing in size the further back from the mouth they were located. The eyes were arranged in a v-shape with the point of the V over the fangs. The smallest eyes were barely bigger than my thumb nail while the largest set of eyes looked to be roughly the size of my palm.
Tohan sighed and stayed on his back for a few minutes while Effie chirped and whistled softly and shoved his large head with wickedly long, thin fangs into Tohan’s face. The most forward pair of Effie’s legs combed through Tohan’s hair and patted his cheeks. Finally Tohan shoved Effie off his chest with a grunt and considerable effort. He stood, and Effie immediately scrambled up Tohan’s legs and clung to Tohan’s chest, cheeping softly. Tohan sighed again and looked up at the roof of the shuttle as if seeking patience before looking down at Effie.
“Bad, Effie. Very, very bad, Effie. I told you I’d be back and that Kushaiah was going to check in on you while I was gone. You weren’t supposed to come with me. It might be dangerous.”
Effie peeped pitifully, and an impossibly long, bright blue tongue curled out of Effie’s mouth to swipe over Tohan cheek. Tohan avoided the tongue licking over his lips only because he jerked his head to the side.
“No, kisses don’t make it better. Stop that. I know you’re faking the whole I’m sorry thing, too, so you can knock that off as well,” Tohan said in a firm tone.
The sad-sounding peeping stopped like a switch had been flipped. Effie still didn’t let go of Tohan though. The hy’prae turned his head and stared at me. That look was a bit unsettling as it seemed like there was a good deal of intelligence in the eyes that studied me so critically. Effie seemed to be plotting something as he stared at me. Tohan’s arms immediately went around Effie, holding the hy’prae to his chest.
“Don’t you even dream of attacking Warrick. I need him to protect me and help me. I’m also going to fuck him later, and I swear to all the gods above and below, if you mess that up, I will make sure you can never, ever get back in the house again, and I won’t let you be in my life. I mean it, Effie. No attacking Warrick. Ever.”
Effie stared at me for several long seconds before looking away. I got the distinct impression that I’d just been dismissed as unimportant. I couldn’t help but smile at that. Tohan blew out a soft breath and moved back to his seat, Effie still clinging to his chest. I watched Tohan sit and then struggle to get his hands between Effie and his chest. He pushed for several minutes, finally wedging his forearm between Effie and his chest and continued to push. After nearly five minutes of shoving, Effie let go reluctantly and immediately settled in Tohan’s lap, the hy’prae’s legs wrapping around Tohan’s thighs as much as possible. It did not escape my attention that Effie positioned himself so that he was facing me, watching me.
“See? Separation issues and possessive tendencies. He also thinks he’s prime lap-sitting material despite being the size of a freaking toddler and just as heavy as one. That’s probably my fault as he was a lot smaller when he first entered my life, and it wasn’t a problem then to have ten pounds or so of hy’prae sitting in my lap while I worked or watched vids. I think he’ll be okay around you because he knows I was serious about the no attacking thing, but I’d advise you not to let your guard down. Just because I told him not to do something doesn’t mean he’ll actually listen to me for longer than he feels is convenient for him. He can be sneaky as fuck and a real little shit. That’s actually sort of one of their things.”
“Noted. Couldn’t you ask Moswen to come get Effie and take him back to your house on Awh’an? This mission has the potential to be dangerous.”
“I could ask, but Effie steers well clear of Moswen and frequently hides from him. I think Effie can sense that chaos effect of Moswen’s and wants nothing to do with it. I’d go so far as to say Effie is a little afraid of Moswen, and hy’prae are known for their fearlessness so it’s definitely something to take note of. And while it might sound easy to put Effie in a room and wait for Moswen to show to take him home, I swear, I can lock Effie in a room with nothing in it, and he’ll find somewhere to hide.
“I’m not exaggerating that either. I once locked him in my storage room when I had to clean up the mess he’d made when he brought home a fresh kill. The storage room is like a five-foot by six-foot box that had nothing in it but empty shelves. When I went to let him out an hour later, he wasn’t in there. To this day, I have no idea where he was but he couldn’t have gotten out as he can’t open locked doors. Well, at least not that type of locked door since it locked with a key.”
I wasn’t sure I quite believed that. Not that I thought Tohan was lying to me, but there had to be a reasonable explanation. Then again, I’d had Moswen take me to what basically amounted to an alternate reality using nothing but the power of his mind, which was staggering. Who was to say that hy’prae couldn’t pull off some sort of inter-dimensional phasing to get out of places they didn’t want to be in? I had no information that said they could do that, but by the same token, I had nothing that said they couldn’t do that either.
From the information Moswen had put in my head, there didn’t seem to be a lot known about hy’prae. They made very poor lab subjects for further study, either seeming to commit suicide if they couldn’t get free or killing the scientists and escaping the lab. Trying to force one to be a pet usually ended badly, with the hopeful owner becoming a meal for the hy’prae. Even for the people who had hy’prae that decided to be with them, like Tohan, information was provided by the person the hy’prae befriended, and it was more anecdotal than scientific. There was also the amount of time that a person had with a hy’prae, which tended to vary wildly, generally from hours to weeks, with a few reporting months. Hy’prae spending the amount of time Effie had with Tohan was very unusual, but not unheard of. The longest noted time period was slightly less than two years.
I soon picked up the controls of the shuttle, preparing for the landing. I logged into the security system of the asteroid and keyed in the access code I’d been given that would keep the lasers in orbit from firing on us. It was a temporary code and only good for the one use. Using the code again would have the lasers auto-target the shuttle and blow us from orbit without warning. Once the job was done, a second code would be sent to me via my secure military encrypted link, allowing us to leave without being vaporized.
Tohan stayed silent as I guided the shuttle to the docking hub. The shuttle touched down gently, and I began my shut-down procedures for the shuttle. Tohan unbuckled his harness and stood. I couldn’t help the chuckle when Effie stubbornly remained clinging to his legs. Tohan shot me a dirty look which only made another short laugh escape me. I couldn’t help it. He looked funny standing there with Effie hanging off his non-existent lap.
“Get off of me, Effie. I’m not carrying you, and I can’t walk like this. Stop being a dick. Just don’t wander off, okay?”
Effie refused to move for another minute or two before climbing down to the floor, possibly to prove that he’d decided to get off of Tohan on his own and not because Tohan told him to. He followed Tohan to the back of the shuttle, and I turned a little in my seat to watch for a moment. Effie was very nearly underfoot as Tohan started unstrapping the transport boxes until he seemed to realize what Tohan was doing.
I almost couldn’t believe it when Effie started working on undoing a strap on one of the boxes. He had a couple of false starts before he eventually figured out what to do from watching Tohan and having a little trial and error of his own. He took longer to undo a strap than Tohan, but I thought that was more to do with just learning how to do it than problems manipulating the strap. His legs seemed to be quite dexterous, and I wouldn’t have minded getting a closer look at them if I wasn’t nearly positive that Effie would try to eat my face. Comments in the reports regarding the complex puzzle-solving abilities and intelligence of the hy’prae in general didn’t appear to be overstated in the least. They might’ve been understated.
I finished my shut-down procedures and locked the shuttle console. If somebody was very determined, he or she could probably gain access to the shuttle but, without the codes to the orbiting lasers, wouldn’t get very far in it. Tohan would also be working on the problem very soon, making it even harder for the code breakers to do what they needed to in order to leave the asteroid. I left my seat and helped Tohan and Effie finish unstrapping the boxes.
“I’m going to go find a cart for us. Please stay in the shuttle while I’m gone. This is supposed to be a secure area, but prisoners have somehow gotten into the docking bay before. I have no doubts that they are fully aware that we’ve landed here. They might try something to either capture the shuttle or us or even both going by the previous experiences with the crews that were sent here. I’ll be as quick as I can, but stay alert for anything.”
Tohan nodded. “I’ll move as much as I can close to the door so we can chuck the stuff on the cart as soon as you pull up with it and then get the hell to the computer room.”
I smiled at Tohan grateful he understood the urgency to get loaded and into a truly secure area as quickly as possible. There weren’t a lot of boxes. Maybe a dozen medium-sized ones. I had no idea the weight of them, but even if they were relatively light, it would just be awkward, if not impossible, to try to carry all of the boxes at once. I opened the hatch and cautiously looked around. Nothing moved, but I still waited for a full minute, scanning the area, before heading out of the shuttle.
I knew the layout of the docking hub from a map uploading into my head and where the carts were supposed to be stored. That didn’t necessarily mean I’d find a cart there. I was hopeful though.
I found a cart before reaching the place where they were stored and it even showed that it was charged three-quarters of the way to full. Excellent. I powered it up and quickly headed back to the shuttle. There was still no sign of anything or anyone, which was good. True to his word, Tohan had piled all the boxes near the door and immediately began dumping them on the cart before I stopped. My lips twitched up in amusement at Effie shoving boxes close to the door when he realized what Tohan was doing. He was turning out to be quite the little helper. Interestingly, there was nothing in the information on hy’prae that said they helped out the person they befriended like Effie was currently doing, and I wondered why.
“Shake your tail, Warrick. Something is making the hairs on my tail puff up. I haven’t seen movement or heard anything, but Effie is twitchy, too. It’s not his being in a new place or me knowing that we’re in the super max prison in this corner of the galaxy. Something feels... off.”
As much as I was trained to discount gut feelings in favour of known facts and gathered intelligence, trusting in a gut feeling had paid off more than once for not only me but clients of mine as well. There was also the small but significant-to-me detail about the Awh’anise and their uncannily accurate instincts. Moving faster to get to a safe zone quicker was simply a smart move as well with no downside.
I helped Tohan get the rest of the boxes on the cart and took the extra two minutes to secure them. If we needed to really move, I didn’t want to risk losing the load from jouncing them around. There still wasn’t anything I could call suspicious in the docking hub. Whether it was Tohan’s words or the way Effie was sticking close to Tohan—body held low to the ground, his head swinging back and forth as if looking for something—I was starting to get a twitchy feel down my spine, too. I closed the shuttle door, keyed in the lock code, and gestured for Tohan to start pushing the cart towards the set of doors that would take us to the computer room while I scanned the area for potential threats.
We were halfway between the shuttle and exit when the ambush happened.
I grabbed Tohan and threw him to the ground behind the cart as things pinged off the smooth stone floor of the docking bay and whizzed over our heads. I hoped the transport boxes were sturdy because they were currently providing us with some cover from whatever type of projectile weapons the prisoners were using to pin us down. The prisoners were either incredibly bad shots, or they weren’t really trying to kill us. That said to me that they were more interested in capture than kill. Knowing that didn’t make me feel any better about being shot at.
My pistols were out and in my hands almost before Tohan hit the floor. I didn’t return fire as there was no solid target to shoot at yet. The gunfire was coming from several places at once, and it would take me half a minute to calculate where the greatest concentration was coming from before returning fire. I had no idea where Effie was, but I sincerely hoped he hadn’t taken a hit somewhere fatal in the initial burst of gunfire. Tohan was irritated with Effie for stowing away, but he clearly loved the hy’prae, and I’d hate for him to lose Effie.
I waited for a lull in the sounds of firing, my calculations complete, before I popped up and snapped off a few shots from the direction most of the fire seemed to be coming from. I knew I wouldn’t hit anyone, but I was hoping that they might re-think their assault plan if they knew they were outgunned. Laser fire had a very distinct sound that most people recognized. That hope died when a flurry of shots peppered the transport boxes in response to my shots.
“Fuck. Can you see anybody well enough to blow their head open?” Tohan asked as he crouched next to me.
“No. I’d say most of the prisoners here have more than a casual idea of how a shoot out works. If somebody does stick their head out a little too far, I will pulp their brains provided I see them do it. I don’t think killing us is the goal. Capture seems more likely given that they could’ve, at the very least, gravely wounded one or both of us when they first started to fire on us,” I said as I pulled a small mirror from a compartment in the torso of my chassis.
I extended the little wand on a mirror and slowly moved the edge of the mirror above the boxes, trying to spot our attackers without alerting them to what I was doing. I caught sight of part of one person, his or her leg sticking out a little past the column he or she was hiding behind. I brought the barrel of my laser up to the top of the box and sighted using the mirror. It was an awkward, backward position to hold my pistol and fire, but it wouldn’t be first time I’d done it. I squeezed off the shot, smiling when I took out most of the person’s knee. The woman screamed and fell forward as her leg gave way, and I fired again, boring a neat hole through her head before she hit the floor. Tohan stared at me with wide eyes before he grinned and kissed me hard and fast on the lips.
“That was fucking cooler than cool, Warrick.”
His hands slipped under the open edges of his pants for a moment, and I was about to mention that now would be a very inappropriate time to become sexual. Before I could say anything, I saw that he now held a short, skinny metal stick in each fist. He flicked his wrists hard and the sticks telescoped into three-foot-long staffs. He rapped the butt ends together, and sharp-looking, curved blades popped out. Tohan grinned at me when he saw my surprised expression.
“You didn’t seriously think I was going to dance my sweet ass into a super max prison where the prisoners have free-roaming of the place without some sort of weapon on me, did you? Yeah, I’m a computer nerd, but I’m also from a species that lives to fight from one of the more hostile planets in the universe. Most Awh’anise are armed with some type of weapon all the time. It’s a matter of survival even in the cities because you never know when the next swarm or herd of deadly whatever’s will invade and try to kill you.”
“I’m glad you’re prepared, more or less. Your batons won’t do much good against whatever they’re using to fire on us, which I’m sure you know, but if somebody gets close, feel free to bash their head in. Stay close to me, and I’ll do my best to get us out of here and to safety. I don’t know where Effie went.”
“Effie likely went to play. When the screaming starts, I suggest pushing the cart like crazy.”
Tohan just grinned at me. Within a few minutes, there was a shriek of pure terror that was cut off abruptly. A few seconds later, there was another scream along with a small spate of gunfire. A third scream sounded almost immediately after the second one stopped just as abruptly as the first. Tohan did something to retract one of his batons and slipped it back under his pants. He held the remaining baton in one hand and gripped the side of the cart with his other before he began to push the cart awkwardly to the exit doors.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I helped him push the cart without exposing either of us to the people trying to shoot us. I hated having to put up one of my pistols to be able to push the cart, but holding both and pushing and steering the cart at the same time was not going to work for me.
“Effie takes huge offense to people trying to hurt me. He knows the sound of gunfire and that people can die after being shot. He watches vids with me frequently and rarely misses my favourite show which usually involves a lot of gunfire, explosions, and sledge chases as well as the standard beat-the-snot-out-of-someone that you’ll see in virtually any Awh’anise show.
“Hy’pre are scary-good ambush predators. They can move very fast and almost soundlessly. Usually, you never even know one was stalking you until it pounces on you and injects you with the paralytic toxin they produce. Once that shit hits your system, you’re pretty much dead although you don’t need to actually be dead before the hy’prae starts eating you.”
“So Effie is... eating people?”
I knew they were deadly animals, but I hadn’t expected to actually see Effie eat anybody. It was a morbidly fascinating idea. Could he even eat a whole person? How long would that take? How did he eat things? Swallow it whole or tear chunks off it? There was no information on the eating habits of hy’prae in the data I had except for the note that they’d eat whatever they could catch and that they frequently took down prey much larger than they were.
“Probably not yet because he’s eliminating the threat he sees to me. He’ll want to come back for whatever he kills later. He might web them up and stash them somewhere so he can eat at his leisure, but he won’t take the time to do that now. He’s weirdly picky about how stuff gets webbed and will spend quite a bit of time doing it to his idea of just right. Don’t be freaked out if he brings me body parts. He’s sharing his kill with me. It’s gross, but it means he thinks I’m family or part of his raze.”
There were now intermittent screams and shouted curses mixed with gunfire. We were nearly at the exit when a man staggered in front of us, clutching his arm to his chest, his eyes wild. I could clearly see the white of bone through the strips of flesh hanging in tatters from his wrist to his elbow. With the amount of blood on the man’s clothes and what was still dripping from his wound, it was amazing he was even standing never mind moving around. He saw us a second before Effie leapt on his back from gods only knew where, knocking the man flat on the ground and making him squeal like a frightened, wounded prey animal; which I supposed he was as far as Effie was concerned.
Effie’s mouth opened wide enough that I could’ve easily fit my foot into it with room to spare. Backwards curved teeth that were serrated on the inner curve and the length of my baby finger lined Effie’s top and bottom jaws in addition to the very long fangs he sported. He clamped his mouth over the back of the man’s neck, gave his head a vicious side-to-side shake, and jerked his head back. I heard the unmistakable crunch of bone breaking. Blood sprayed upward as Effie tore out the back of the man’s neck, taking the entire section of spine at the neck, too. It was both fascinating and nauseating to watch and hear Effie chew what he’d torn free and then swallow. Well, I supposed that answered my question of how Effie ate things. Damned if he didn’t look very pleased with himself, too.
“Good boy, Effie. Come here. We have to go now. No. Leave it. You’re not dragging that with you. I said leave it. You can come back for it later. We need to go. Now,” Tohan said as he held out his hand to Effie.
Effie looked back and forth between the corpse and Tohan. He obviously wanted to stay and finish his meal, but just as obviously, he wanted to follow Tohan. He reluctantly left the body and approached Tohan, peeping at him. Tohan put his hand out pressing it on Effie’s head between his sets of eyes, holding the hy’prae at bay with some effort.
“I know I said you’re a good boy, but just no. I’m not letting you rub against me when you’re covered in gore. You need a bath before I’m going to rub your belly. Don’t run off. I don’t want you getting lost.”
Effie followed close to Tohan but didn’t touch him. He kept peeping at Tohan as we pushed the cart to the exit. Tohan ignored him. I had no idea how because the sound quickly got on my last nerve until I wanted to yell at Effie to shut the fuck up. We weren’t attacked again as we cleared the docking hub, Effie having effectively thrown our ambushers into complete confusion and disarray. That was actually pretty damn cool. While I technically hadn’t done my job in eliminating the threat to Tohan’s safety, I had kept Tohan safe.
Once through the doors, I entered a lock code and hoped that would buy us enough time to get to the computer room. Hopefully, the prisoners hadn’t had enough time from noticing the shuttle begin to descend to the docking bay and mobilizing the surprise attack to also have anybody lying in wait for us down the hallways we needed to use. I jogged alongside Tohan as he pushed the cart and kept an eye and my pistol out for any potential trouble. Effie had jumped on top of the boxes on the cart as soon as it picked up speed. His annoying peeping finally stopped, but now, he was warbling and rocking his body back and forth as we zipped down the hall.
“Is he okay?” I asked Tohan.
“He likes going for rides in the sledge. The faster the better. Scares the shit out of the other drivers when he hangs halfway out the window. That’s his go faster warble.”
Effie was turning out to be very interesting, potentially eating off my face aside. I directed Tohan to the computer room door and keyed in the code. I scanned the large, open room, but there was nothing inside except computers and some furniture. I motioned Tohan in, followed him, and keyed in the door code to close and lock it. I immediately punched in the override, changed the lock code, and pushed the thick metal manual lock bar into place. I moved quickly to the door at the far end of the room that led to the locker room and checked that for unwanted guests. Finding nobody, I relaxed and put my pistol away.
“We should be reasonably safe now. I’ve changed the lock code for the door, but it wouldn’t hurt anything if you could get into the security protocols and change the override codes. We can’t be sure that the prisoners don’t know what those are. Judging by their attack in the docking bay, they have at least some of the override codes that allow them access to places they shouldn’t have. The metal bar lock would buy us some time if they tried to get in here, but I’d feel better about our safety if you could get on changing the overrides right away for this room at least.”
“Sure. That’s easy. If you could start unloading the boxes, that’d be a help. I have to see if anything I need for my work was damaged by the gunfire. I’m hoping not, but I’m almost willing to lay money on something critical being damaged,” Tohan said as he dropped into a chair in front of a computer and started typing.
“Not a very positive outlook, Tohan,” I teased as I approached the cart.
Effie, realizing that his ride was over, jumped down from the boxes, ignored me completely, and began exploring the room. It wasn’t an overly large room. Maybe twenty by twenty feet. A good portion of the room along the walls was occupied by computer work stations. I knew the servers were located in another secure room not far away and that we’d need to check those soon as well. There was a small alcove with a counter, sink, beverage dispenser, and cooker. Next to that was a small table, a few chairs, and a sofa that had seen better days. A door on the far wall led to a small locker room with a shower, three sinks, and three toilets. Our home for the next couple of weeks was definitely lacking in some of the more comfortable aspects of even a cheap hotel room. But, it was reasonably safe from being breeched by the prisoners, which was more important to me than a bed and five hundred channels worth of porn.
I unstrapped the boxes and began sorting them into two piles, damaged boxes in one pile and undamaged in another. Fortunately, the weapons the prisoners managed to cobble together didn’t seem to have a lot of power behind them, and most of the damage seemed confined to the boxes that took the brunt of the shots on the one side of the cart. There were two boxes on the side we’d been hiding behind with a hole going in one side but no exit hole. I finished sorting the boxes almost right when Tohan declared the overrides changed. Out of twelve boxes, eight were damaged to varying degrees.
“Whoever is doing their hacking is going to have a heck of a time figuring out the codes unless they speak Awh’anise, Laiokian, Vylfian, and Naemo. The odds of that are very, very, very small. Basically, they’d need to be someone from my immediate family, and last I checked, none of them had been sentenced here.”
I waved my hand at the boxes. “These took some damage. Those appear to be fine. Shall we get to seeing what we’re going to have to live without?”
Tohan nodded, and we began opening the damaged boxes. I was only on the second of the damaged boxes when Tohan swore loudly. I looked up to see him throw a mangled package in disgust back into the box he’d opened.
“I take it that’s not good?”
“It’s our part of our food supply. Easily half the packages have been torn open, and there’s some scorching on a bunch of others. I’ve no idea what they were firing at us, but it didn’t play nice with the food packets, specifically the self-heat ones. We’ll salvage what we can obviously, but our food options just went way down. With Effie here, even if we’d had all the food undamaged, it still would’ve been a bit tight. Effie is a bit of an eating machine.
“On the plus side, Effie will eat anything. I know he’ll want to go get the prisoners he killed, and he’ll be more than happy eating them, so we probably don’t need to worry about his food as long as he can get his kills or hunt new stuff down. I dunno about you, but I’m really not into eating the prisoners Effie killed. I mean, if I were in a fight and went feral, under the right circumstances, it might happen that I’d start to eat the person I beat, but those would be some pretty extreme circumstances and not at all about eating because I was hungry.”
“Your people eat your fallen foes?” I hadn’t come across that nugget of information yet.
“Not anymore. Well, not usually. It has to be a really intense situation like if your shu’anad is mortally threatened or something. Throw-backs like Moswen, they still do it more frequently than your typical Awh’anise, but even then, it’s not a common thing. I don’t even know anybody who’s done that.”
“Good to know.” I knew the reputation of the Awh’anise as savage and very skilled fighters was well deserved, but I hadn’t realized that they were cannibalistic.
“You’re not going to be all weird around me now, are you? I swear to you, I’ve never even been tempted to eat anyone. I’ll swallow your come, and I don’t mind eating out my partner’s ass, but that’s as far as I’ll go.”
“No, I’m not going to be ‘weird’ around you. You have to admit that’s not something you typically drop into a conversation.”
Tohan shrugged. “Thought you already knew about that from Moswen’s data dump.”
“I’m still processing. It’s a vast amount of information on a staggering number of topics. I’ll tell you when I’ve finished.”
“Okay. Cool. Let’s finish up with these boxes, tally up how fucked we are, and make a plan to get as close to unfucked as we can.”
We finished with the boxes fairly quickly. It could’ve been worse, but not by a lot. One of the inflatable pads was riddled with holes and utterly useless. The other had two holes, but I could repair it with pieces of the garbage one and some glue. The blankets had some holes as well but were still serviceable. Tohan was rightly pissed that some of the computer equipment, while packed in padded boxes, was damaged beyond repair. Another box containing food was in the same condition as the first box Tohan had opened, and the third box of food was, by some miracle, completely fine.
“I’d guess we have about a week of food if we’re careful. Fortunately, we don’t need to worry about water since we have a beverage dispenser in here. By the way, don’t drink any of the water out of the taps as it’s not potable. While the sofa doesn’t look very comfortable, it’s better than sleeping on the bare floor. Unless you want the inflatable pad? Technically, I don’t need anything to sleep on. I can lock the joints of my chassis and sleep standing up without much discomfort. How much harder is your job going to be without the computer things that are damaged?”
“Not too much harder. Some things are going to be tedious though, which is why I requested that equipment,” Tohan said with a heavy sigh. “As for sleeping arrangements, I’m cool with whatever. I don’t mind sharing a bed with you either if you want to. And I do mean for sleeping, not just fucking. Just be advised that Effie likes to sleep wrapped around my back, and he’s like a miniature sun as far as heat goes. I have no idea how he’ll react to us sharing a bed if you want to. The situation has never come up before. What’re we gonna do about the food for us?”
“There are food dispensers spread around the station, including ones in the prisoners quarters. Problem is food gets doled out via retinal scan but we’re not in the system. You could probably hack your way around it, but I’d rather not be out in the open and exposed for longer than we need to be trying to get food and then running back here with it. Employees are required to bring their own food as the station only makes enough for the prisoners, so there’re no food dispensers in the secure area of the station. We’d be exposed to possible attack from the inmates if we tried to use their food dispensers.
“There is a hydroponics section. That would probably be a better target for us. You should be able to access the security codes for that fairly easily, and since it is in the secure area, the inmates shouldn’t have gotten into it. Yet. Drones do all the work tending the plants, harvesting them, and preparing them for the meals that the prisoners get. If someone living goes in there, he or she needs clearance, or the drones will incapacitate the person and hold him or her until someone with the proper clearance comes and gets the individual. With no personnel on the station, the drones would hold the trespasser indefinitely, and there is a real threat of the person dying from lack of food or water since their program is only to hold not feed and give water to their captive.”
“Getting access to hydroponics doesn’t sound too hard. I’ll have to see just what the security is like and give us clearance to be in there, but I don’t anticipate a huge problem. When did you want to do that? I’m assuming before we reach a critical stage for our food.”
“Yes. I suggest we tap into whatever cameras are functioning and try to get an idea of what the inmates are up to. Cameras are frequently down or destroyed in areas where the inmates are free to roam however they will. The last security report had the cameras functional in most of the secured area, but some of the cameras were offline for unknown reasons.”
“Sounds like a plan. Know your enemy and all that. Effie has been quiet a little too long, and I don’t see him. I’m going to go find him, hose him down of the blood on him, and then see what I can see. Unless you can access the cameras?”
“I can. I’ll get started on that. Effie’s probably in the locker room since I don’t see him in here.”
Tohan headed for the locker room while I went to the nearest computer. I pushed the chair out of the way, not sure if it could take my weight. I looked like I weighed about one hundred and eighty-five pounds; however, while I was in my preferred chassis, I weighed a total of three hundred and twelve pounds. That was actually a huge improvement over the standard cyborg chassis of four hundred and twenty-six pounds. Add in the fifty to seventy-five pounds of the cyborg, depending on size and sex, and the total weight was right around the five hundred pound mark, which sometimes presented problems when sitting on standard chairs or being on things that weren’t meant to hold that sort of load. I bent my knees and locked them in place so that it looked like I was sitting on a chair and started clicking through the various pages until I reached the cameras.
“Effie built himself a web in the middle toilet stall. No, I have no idea why he made a web there. At least it’s out of the way. It fucking sucks to walk into one of his webs. He’s sleeping now. Figured out what the sound was in the shuttle when I found him in the stall. It was him snoring. He doesn’t do it a lot, which is why I couldn’t place it right away. What have you found on the cameras? Anything useful?” Tohan asked as he peered over my shoulder.
“Not really. The secure area cameras aren’t that helpful, and of the few that are working where the inmates live, there’s nothing moving. It’s a bit strange actually. I’d expect to see at least a little movement when I checked quickly through the last several hours, but there is absolutely nothing moving within camera range.”
Tohan hummed, moved the recording backward and forward in time, and eventually reached around me, typing quickly and one-handed. He sighed, hit a few more keys, and the still picture I’d been looking at flickered and went dark. I turned my head to look at Tohan.
“What just happened?”
“I cut the loop feed to that camera. The camera isn’t working, but someone went to a bit of trouble to make it look like it was. That’s probably not good.”
“No, I don’t think that’s good either,” I agreed as I stared at the black screen.
I got a gut feeling that there was going to be quite a few unsettling things to discover about the prison over the next two weeks.
The thing with the security personnel and shuttles being yanked from the planet and not warning me about that beforehand was not cool on Daquan’s part. Fine, given what had happened to the two teams sent before me, I hadn’t really expected a lot of extra safety coming my way from the staff on the asteroid. But a few more eyes on the lookout for trouble was a good thing in my opinion, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t the only one who would’ve appreciated that. We weren’t going to have that now though, and judging from the super brief look of surprise on Warrick’s face, he hadn’t known about the security staff and shuttles getting pulled either.
That made me wary as fuck. I could see not telling me about the exiting of the regular staff and guards as security was not the reason I’d been hired. Whether or not there was security on the asteroid shouldn’t concern me since security wasn’t within the scope of my work. That was Warrick’s mission detail. However, not telling the guy responsible for my safety as well as his own that his job just got a lot harder due to a total lack of back-up had more than a little unpleasant smell to it.
It could fairly be said that I was a tiny bit paranoid. I liked to remind people that you weren’t paranoid if people really were out to get you. I didn’t think somebody was out to get me specifically in this instance, but something about this job was starting to make the hairs on my tail stand up. Caution was definitely going to be my watch-word while on the asteroid, and it wasn’t just because I was going to the super-max prison in this particular corner of the solar system.
Vague warning bells aside, Warrick was an even better looking masterpiece of organic engineering than his picture presented. The photo that was in the file hadn’t done him justice at all, and I’d thought that the photo was pretty damn good at the time. His eyes were a gorgeous soft, dark grey, and damned if they didn’t glint with what may have been tiny bits of gold metal in them. I loved the colour of his hair. Purple was my favourite colour after all. The colour calibration of the datapad I’d originally viewed his photo on was apparently a bit off. Or the photo had been one of those shitty government photos that always looked like crap. Warrick’s hair was still an awesome shade of purple, but it was a much deeper, richer purple with almost black-looking lowlights. I wondered if it was natural. That would be wicked cool. The Laiokian Teichle had naturally purple hair, so Warrick’s hair colour could very well be what he’d been born with.
Warrick was positively drool-worthy, and I was having a hell of a time keeping my dick to only a semi-hard state and my mind out of his awesomely engineered chassis. The upcoming shuttle ride to the asteroid was three hours from the jump-off point where we were currently, and a three-hour raging boner was not something I wanted to endure. I wouldn’t be embarrassed to be pitching a giant tent in my pants. It would just be uncomfortable and kinda frustrating, and I could totally do without that.
I couldn’t really see a way around my dick o’steel for Warrick either. I found him incredibly arousing, and he wasn’t even doing anything even remotely enticing. Unless I counted him simply breathing as enticing. I was starting to think my dick did find that erotic. I was willing to bet that if I went to the bathroom and jerked off like crazy, within the hour I’d be hard for him again. That was both cool and irritating at the same time. I’d absolutely be more than ready to jump him the second he showed even a hint of wanting that. But Awh’anise thoughts and behaviour where sex was concerned—namely doing whoever, whenever, and wherever as long as both parties wanted it—were definitely not universal constants.
I didn’t think my desire would magically ease off at the end of the shuttle ride either because I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn’t. Not by a long shot. I’d just have more to distract me from thinking about getting my cock into him or getting his into me once we were on the asteroid and I was working on the security breach. I knew myself enough to know that once I was working on code somebody would need to damn near set my tail on fire before I’d surface only long enough to ask who was bar-b-cueing and if someone could bring me a plate when it was ready.
I was damn sure I’d be moving hella fast for Warrick if I were to proposition him fifteen minutes into the shuttle ride, but I sure as fuck wanted to. He still wasn’t doing anything that could remotely be called sexy or flirting. He was just standing there beside the pompous dick that was the director while the director blabbed on and on about the importance of the mission. Fine, the scent of arousal coming from Warrick was pushing all my buttons mega-hard and making me more aroused by the second, but I doubted he knew his body was doing it, and there wasn’t anything to be done about that sort of auto-response. It was a damn shame that so many alien cultures didn’t share the same views on sex that us Awh’anise did. It would make things so much easier and pleasurable for everybody if people were honest and upfront about wanting to fuck.
I could easily smell Warrick’s low-level arousal over all the other scents in the room, and it was driving me crazy in a good way. If he were Awh’anise, I’d have been all over him seconds after I realized I was the cause of his lust, and we’d have fucked right then and there. But he wasn’t Awh’anise, and that would probably be shocking and possibly even an illegal act to the people in front of me, so I restrained myself, as difficult as that was. Stars but I wanted to tackle him and lick him all over before getting down to the really fun part of dick meeting ass. I wasn’t even picky about whose dick met whose ass as long as it happened in the next ten minutes.
Fine, I couldn’t really see a bulge at his crotch that said he had a Mr. Happy stashed away in his chassis, but I’d read a few anecdotal notes in reports that were wonderfully explicit about the “fun package” that client’s had requested as part of the options when hiring a Daquan cyborg. To say the clients’ had been pleased with the performance was a bit of an understatement. While it was true I wasn’t a client and I hadn’t been asked a damn thing about my preferences for what Warrick was kitted out with, Daquan had done a ton of research on me and Awh’anise in general and would know about our love for sex and my preference for male partners. It stood to reason in my mind that they’d give Warrick something to meet those needs on this mission if we happened to click sexually. He was pressing my buttons so fucking hard that I thought they were going to get stuck permanently in the overdrive position. I was cool with that.
I choked back the soft growl that tried to leave my throat at the mental image of wrestling around with Warrick, our bodies rubbing and twisting against each other sensuously as we struggled for dominance. My cock finally won the battle over my brain at the erotic images combined with the scent of Warrick’s arousal, and I was now fully aroused, harder than stone, and ready for immediate action.
It was a damn good thing us Awh’anise didn’t get all embarrassed over popping wood in front of others because there was definitely no mistaking the fact that I was wickedly aroused. I had an awesome tent happening in my pants because of Warrick. I smirked a little at the blush on the female technician’s face and the fact that she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off my crotch. I wasn’t the biggest dude in the cock department, but I’d been gifted with a nice package. With the typically loose style of pants us Awh’anise favoured, it was dead easy to see I was very happy about someone in the room.
I didn’t get aroused by females, but I could certainly appreciate her appreciating my cock. The male tech was making it a point not to look at me, and the director seemed oblivious as he droned on and on. Warrick’s face didn’t give anything away, but I did catch his quick glance at my crotch, and there was a nice jump in the scent of arousal coming from him after he saw what could be his if he wanted it. Sweet.
I’d never had such a visceral reaction to a person before. It wasn’t just because I was standing close to my idea of organic/mechanical perfection either. After seeing Warrick in person, I was absolutely positive that I wouldn’t have the same reaction to another cyborg. I didn’t have anything definitive to back that up except for a really strong gut feeling. I rarely ignored gut feelings.
Sure, I was curious about sex with a cyborg. Who wouldn’t be? But this strong, almost overriding need to have Warrick was different and more complex than just lusting after a cyborg. It was him specifically that I wanted. I’d even dreamed of sex with him without the cyborg parts. That would never happen, but it told me that there was more to my wanting him than just the kink of sex with a cyborg at play. What that more was, I had no idea, but I wanted to explore that. Hopefully, Warrick would be cool with that idea.
The little side trip Moswen had taken Warrick on was eating at my curiosity. I loved Moswen dearly, but there was a reason our entire extended family called him a trouble magnet. To be fair, Moswen didn’t actively court disaster. It just seemed to follow him around and tended to rub off on those close to him. In the name of full disclosure, what often seemed to be disaster of epic proportions at first usually ended up working out for the best in the end. It was just getting from the disaster to the good ending that was hard as fuck. Tyh once told me that the Fire Snakes—creatures of immense power and knowledge that were responsible for shoving us several rungs up the evolutionary ladder—called it Moswen’s chaos effect. Tyh said that chaos effect even prevented the Fire Snakes from clearly seeing the future around Moswen, which was apparently a huge deal to the Fire Snakes. They said they weren’t gods, but from everything I’d heard, they were close enough to not really matter about some minor technicality in the wording.
“Warrick will pilot the shuttle to the asteroid. Everything you requested has been loaded onboard. If there is anything else you think you’ll need, tell us now as once you leave here, you won’t be able to get any further supplies excepting what you may be able to scavenge from around the prison buildings. I would advise against trying that though given the hostile and frequently violent nature of the prisoners there,” the director said.
“The prisoners have free run of the facility barring a few, fortified areas like the reactor that powers the facility, the shuttle landing bays, the secure area where the computers are located, and the food and water storage depot. There are no dedicated quarters for personnel as they are changed out at the end of each shift. Staff leave by shuttle at the end of their shift and go to a derelict ship in permanent orbit around the asteroid where they eat, relax, and sleep before returning to the surface the next day for their shift. The ship will not be available for your use as sleeping quarters because of the ongoing issues on the asteroid. However, your shuttle has been supplied with blankets, pillows, and expandable foam sleeping pads for use in the computer building. Once you lock the door behind you, either the security code or explosives are required to open the door. The security codes were recently changed when the staff was removed from the surface, but it would likely be in your best interests to change them yet again when you arrive just as another layer of security.”
I hadn’t been expecting a five-star hotel room, but it kinda sucked to find out that there wouldn’t even be a half-star room available on this job. I wasn’t a stranger to camping and actually enjoyed it for the most part. But camping in the woods was worlds different from sleeping indoors on some shitty sleeping pads. At least, it sounded like we’d be safe to fall asleep in the computer building. I could probably get more details about just how safe we’d really be in the computer room from Warrick. I liked knowing what odds were stacked against me from the start.
“Long as everything I asked for is loaded up, then we’re good to go,” I said. “If I’ve forgotten anything, well, I’ll need to figure something out or cobble something together from supplies I have or whatever I can find. I’m good at thinking outside of the box.”
“We know that the job we’re asking you to do isn’t the easiest task and that you’re well aware of the need to have the situation resolved as soon as possible. With that in mind, what sort of timeframe do you anticipate to plug the breach and prevent others from happening?” The director asked.
I shrugged. “Realistically? To fix everything and stop future breaches? Minimum of two weeks if I was working with a dedicated team of at least four other senior programmers. With just me, and maybe the odd hand Warrick can give me, working my tail off, a month at the soonest and that’s being incredibly optimistic.”
The director started to sputter about that timeframe not being good enough. I cut him off, holding up my hand to stop the flow of words before he could really get himself wound up.
“I know you don’t have that kind of time. I read the report. Fixing everything and stopping future breaches isn’t what I’m going to do when we get there. I don’t have the luxury of either time or personnel to do that, which I’m sure you’re aware of. I’m freaking amazing and can make code dance to any damn tune I want. But I’m not a miracle worker, and these things take time, which I know you know.
“What I am going to do is plug the security holes I can find and make it extremely difficult for the people currently trying to break the system to do so, at least for a little while. That’ll buy time for your people here to keep working on the problem of permanently closing the holes in your security protocols. I will be sending regular updates of what I’m doing via a secure channel so your programmers can keep working the problem on this end. I anticipate ten to fourteen standard days to do that. Obviously faster is better, and I’ll do my best to make that happen,” I said.
“That’s not what we’re hiring you to do,” the director said with a scowl on his face. “We’re paying you exceedingly well to fix the problem and prevent it from happening again.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. That was not what had been spelled out in the contract I signed. I was very careful about what I signed and what my obligations were to hold up my end of the deal. I’d have never signed a damn thing if that had been what was demanded in the contract with the urgency and shortness of time available to get it done. There would’ve been no way for me to fulfill my end of the deal, and I wasn’t so keen on some of the penalties outlined for not doing what I was being contracted to do. Apparently, the director hadn’t read the contract as carefully as I had. Or maybe he was an idiot in addition to a pompous dick.
“Actually, the contract we both signed states that you’re hiring me to stop the current security breach at the penal facility on Demmron. That’s it. I had someone who’s excellent with all that legal double-talk read it over for me before I signed it, and there’s nothing in the wording that says I need to do anything to prevent further security breaches. But, I don’t believe in doing a half-assed job, so I’m going to go that extra step and make it very hard for the ones hacking your system and getting access they shouldn’t from getting that access again.”
The director scowled fiercely, but I wasn’t phased in the slightest. I’d been on the receiving end of scarier looks from way scarier people. My sho being one of those people and someone that could fucking terrify me under the right circumstances. The director wasn’t even close to being intimidating. I returned his stare with one of my own and waited for him to realize that he wasn’t going to be able to make me agree to something I hadn’t signed a contract for. He grumbled after only a few minutes and huffed out an impatient breath.
Director zero, Doctor Huyana-Dukker one.
“You will have no weapons on the asteroid. The inmates have more than enough creativity coming up with ways to kill using common items without introducing actual weapons. Warrick has clearance to shoot to kill any inmate he perceives as a threat to either of you, and we’re authorizing you, Doctor, to use deadly force if necessary to defend yourself. We know that you’ve received combat training during your time in the Awh’anise military and that your people, in general, are skilled fighters. The little fight you had with Shal-hazal Spirit Moswen when you first arrived was an excellent example of those skills. However, it would be in your best interests to leave the combat to Warrick as that is part of his mission parameters.”
“Yeah, I read that about the no weapons thing. I’m not exactly thrilled about it, but I understand the why of it. You said Warrick has clearance to shoot to kill. Does that mean he’s got some armament? You’re not worried about that falling into some less than desirable hands?” I asked curiously.
It didn’t seem fair that Warrick got some kind of weapon and I didn’t. They knew I had combat training, and while us Awh’anise did favour hand-to-hand combat for the pure joy of feeling a fist connect with a face and the crunching of breaking bone, we did know how to use all kinds of nifty and deadly weapons. Being violent and excellent killing machines was kind of our thing. I wasn’t a crack shot or a sniper by any stretch of the imagination, but I sure as hell would hit what I was aiming at most of the time as long as my target wasn’t too far away. A scope sure as shit helped, too, since I didn’t have the best eyesight once distance got involved in the story. Or when bright light entered the picture. I didn’t do so shit-hot then in general never mind when trying to pop off some shots. My eyes were more sensitive to light than the average Awh’anise, but it usually wasn’t much of a problem.
Not that I planned to be landing my ass on a max security asteroid with nothing to back me up if it came down to crunch time. I had a lovely little pair of Awh’anise weapons strapped to each thigh. At a casual glance, they looked like nothing more than twelve inch-long sticks. Flick your wrist when you whip them out, then you suddenly had thirty-six inches worth of high-tensile strength steel ready to do some skull bashing. They also had cool, six inch long curved spikes that popped out beyond the grip that could be used to slash or deflect blows from somebody similarly armed. No, they wouldn’t help me stop a bullet or laser blast, but where I was going, there was only a slim chance of those types of weapons being fired at me. I hoped.
“Warrick’s laser pistols are keyed genetically to him. Anyone who picks one up won’t be able to make it fire. Tampering with the pistols to try to override that will cause them to detonate. The explosion isn’t large, but it will typically remove the hands and possibly the arms up to the elbows with the force of the blast. The pistols are stored within the thighs of Warrick’s chassis, and anyone who attempts to break those open won’t be able to do it without heavy power tools. If Warrick is compromised to the point where someone is able to try to pry open the gun compartments, getting the guns out will be, quite literally, the last thing the person will be thinking of,” the director said in a confident voice.
I raised a brow at that. “Really? You sound awfully sure of that.”
“There is a failsafe installed in Warrick’s chassis. Should he be compromised with no potential way out, he’s been ordered to engage his failsafe. Should he die, the failsafe triggers automatically. I’d highly advise getting as far away as possible from Warrick at that point as the failsafe will level an area with a radius of approximately two hundred feet. You’ll have sixty seconds to escape once his sensors record the stopping of his organic components. It will be unfortunate to lose his chassis, but it’s the best way to ensure that our technology doesn’t fall into the wrong hands,” the director said, his tone implying that he’d be more upset at losing the tech than Warrick himself.
Well, shit. That sucked big time. I looked at Warrick, but he didn’t give away a damn thing from his expression. That didn’t mean he was unaffected by the idea of being a walking bomb just waiting for the right time to go off. He was probably just really good at hiding what had to be a nauseating possibility.
It also pissed me off that the director seemed to be more bothered by the idea of losing the tech than Warrick. He didn’t seem to care if Warrick knew that either. From everything I’d been able to find out about the Daquan cyborgs, which admittedly wasn’t a lot, they were people and not simply a soulless machine. There were quite a few anecdotal notes in files that mentioned personal quirks and behaviours that pointed to the Daquan cyborgs being a whole lot more organic than other cyborgs produced around the universe.
“And on that cheery note, I’d say it’s time for us to get going. The sooner we leave, the sooner we arrive, and I get working on your little issue,” I said.
That was an entirely true statement, but I also wanted to get away from the director before I punched him in the face. That was not a good way to start off a working relationship with someone who was paying you a lot of money. Even among the Awh’anise it was considered rude to punch out your new boss unless he or she threw the first punch.
“Very well. Warrick will guide you to the shuttle. If you have any questions of a technical nature that were not covered in the report you were sent, ask Warrick. He has all the most current files on the situation and is fully capable of aiding you should you need it. We expect you to have this issue dealt with in a timely manner,” The director said before nodding at Warrick and walking away.
The two others in the room scurried after the director leaving me alone with Warrick. I’d have loved to greet him as an Awh’anise, but I’d read that a lot of other species felt uncomfortable with that sort of up close and touchy-feely sort of thing as if being encroached into their personal space. As much as I wanted to touch Warrick, I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. If I was lucky, the touching would come later and be very welcome.
“Shall we head to the shuttle, Doctor Huyana-Dukker?” Warrick asked in perfect Awh’anise as he gestured to a door opposite the one the Director and techs had gone through.
Stars, he had a great voice. Mid-level in tone with a cool touch of roughness to it. I bet he sounded amazing during sex. I wondered if he was a talker or just made guttural noises. I was good with either. The language thing had to be Moswen’s doing. It was kinda awesome that he’d done that for Warrick even if some parts of our language would be impossible for Warrick to get right since he lacked a tail. Or claws. Or fangs. There were alternate words that could be used in those instances, but some of the impact and nuance would be lost. I mentally shrugged. It wasn’t that big a deal really. I thought it was cool though that he’d speak to me in Awh’anise when he knew Common worked just fine as I’d been speaking that to the Director the whole time.
“Just Tohan is fine. I’m not a super formal kinda guy. I’m ready to go; so lead away. Moswen said he’d drop my stuff in the shuttle bay, so it should be there. Hopefully, we won’t need to hunt around for it. He said not to worry and that he’d find out what shuttle to stash it in, but chaos tends to follow him around, so it might not be exactly where it’s supposed to be. Actually, there’s a better than average chance that Moswen’s chaos effect has kicked in, and we’ll be hunting high and low for my stuff.”
“Chaos effect?” Warrick asked as I joined him at the door and followed him through it.
“Disaster follows Moswen around like some kind of demented, super loyal pet. It tends to rub off on those close to him, too, although that’s not his fault. You’ve only had the one interaction with him so you’re probably safe from his special brand of what-the-fuckery. Me, on the other hand, well, better than two decades of contact means weird shit will happen in my life. It’s just a matter of when not if and how big of a disaster in the making it is.”
“I did have a strange sense of impending doom when he grabbed me but assumed that was just a combination of surprise and confusion,” Warrick said as he escorted me into a mag-lift and hit a button marked ‘Docking’.
I groaned and leaned my head back against the wall of the mag-lift. Warrick’s brow furrowed, and he looked mildly concerned.
“Should I be worried or take extra precautions? What sort of disaster are we talking about? Is it something we can even plan against?”
“I have no idea. Honest. Nobody does. Not even Moswen. It can be epic-bad—like the kind of bad you only see in movies or read in books to make things exciting. At least at first, it’s monstrously bad like that. Generally, the end result is actually really, really good. But getting through the shitty beginning to the good ending is.... Well, epic songs have been sung for lesser things.”
“Such as? You have personal experience with this?” Warrick asked as the mag-lift stopped and the doors opened to the docking area of the space station.
Shuttles of various sizes were scattered around the large open space. Surprisingly few people were around given the size of the space station we were on. Then again, for all I knew, it could be the middle of lunch break or a shift change or whatever. As long as the shuttle we were going to be on was stocked with the stuff we needed and could get us there in one piece, I’d be happy.
“My experiences have only been second-hand. On the edges of the mega clusterfucks, thank the gods. I suppose I’m over-due for my turn in that regard. I mean, there was the thing with Effie slamming into my life, and that was definitely life-changing but not like, monumental. Effie would probably see it different but....” I said with a small sigh. “I can give you a brief run-down on those instances on the way to the asteroid if you want. It makes for a good story or collection of stories I guess is a better way to put it. You can decide for yourself your position on Moswen’s chaos effect after that. I swear to all the gods above and below that it really is a thing.”
“I’ll hold you to hearing those stories. Who’s Effie? That name wasn’t in any of the files I have,” Warrick said with a smile as he stepped from the mag-lift.
“Effie is a hy’prae that I accidentally saved over a year ago. He’s convinced I saved him on purpose, so he won’t leave me alone now. It’s cool though. Except for times like now when I have to go away for work. He’s got separation/abandonment issues and freaks the hell out when I go somewhere and he can’t come. I totally expect my place to be trashed when I get home,” I said.
“Effie is a hy’prae? Fascinating. I wouldn’t mind hearing more about that, too,” Warrick said as he walked with purpose toward a smaller-sized shuttle with official-looking markings on the side.
I followed him into the open door and looked to the rear of the shuttle. I could see a variety of boxes strapped down to the floor and assumed they were the supplies I’d asked for as well as the stuff that we’d need for our stay on the asteroid. Peeking out from behind one of the boxes I saw the end of a large duffle bag that had some clothes, toiletries, and a few personal items of mine. I knew the bag was mine as it was day-glo orange with dark purple stars and crescent moons. Everybody laughed when they saw it, but I’d never had trouble finding my bag when travelling, and nobody had ever confused it with one of their bags.
“Should I assume the orange and purple bag is yours?” Warrick asked as he gave me a look that clearly said I was out of my mind if I was to claim such an obnoxious piece of baggage.
“Yep. I’ve never lost it because of the way it looks. There is a method to my madness and apparent lack of taste.”
Warrick chuckled, shook his head, and moved to the front of the shuttle where he slid into one of the seats and strapped himself in. I took the seat next to him and buckled myself in. Warrick started flipping switches and pushing buttons as he prepared for take-off. The shuttle jolted a little at the soft thud of the door closing, followed by the hiss of it sealing shut. Engines rumbled to life before settling into a low hum that was at the very bottom of my hearing for a few minutes. Warrick spoke to somebody over the comm, and when we were given the go ahead to leave, the engine hum dropped below my range of hearing as the shuttle lifted off the deck and headed for the opening. There was a brief flicker of blue-white light across the window as the shuttle passed through the energy barrier of the pressurized docking bay and out into the nothingness of space.
As Warrick piloted the shuttle away from the station, I stayed quiet so he could concentrate on what he was doing and just watched him. He really was too fine-featured to be called handsome. He was straight-up, fucking beautiful. With the right hair style and make-up he could pass, without much effort, for a gorgeous woman. Come to think of it, most of the pictures of Daquan cyborgs featured men and women who could go either way depending on hair style and whether or not they wore make-up. The chest area did give them away though as the females did have noticeable breasts.
As I watched him fly the shuttle, I idly wondered why he had long-ish hair. He was a cyborg that was part of a military arm, and many militaries had a standard of short hair for their soldiers. His hair was probably as long as mine. It was about mid-back, maybe a touch shorter, but definitely beyond the typical military almost-shaved-head cut so many soldiers wore. I thought it was interesting that Warrick had long hair. I liked it.
While I was currently working for the Awh’anise military, I was a civilian contractor and could wear my hair any damn way I pleased. Not that long hair was forbidden in the Awh’anise military. You could wear your hair any length you wanted. If you kept your hair long, you simply took the risk of it being used to grab and hold you while someone rearranged your face for you.
After a good fifteen minutes of flight, Warrick punched some random-to-me buttons and swivelled his seat to face me.
“We’re on auto-pilot now as the flight to the asteroid is fairly straight forward with little real-time piloting skills required. I’ll pick up the controls again as we approach the asteroid and land manually. The docking bays are located along the outer edge of a central hub for the facility services. We’ll need to walk or find a power cart to get to the computer room. It’s not far to walk and would take less than five minutes. However, we do have several boxes to bring with us, and it would be expedient to make one trip if at all possible, which is why I suggest the power cart. The fewer times we leave the computer room, the lower the chance of something happening. We should give the inmates as few possible opportunities to try something against us.
“I’ve read a rather extensive file on you, but I’m unsure what, if any, information about me was provided to you. I’m not talking about my qualifications as a bodyguard, my combat skills, or my proficiencies with assorted weapons. I think it would be a good idea for us to get to know one another a little better on a more personal level. We’ll be working closely in a space slightly bigger than a typical two-bedroom apartment for possibly the next two weeks based on your time estimate for getting the job done. Experience has taught me that it’s much easier to spend that kind of constant time in a smaller space if we’re friendly with one another. If you have any questions for me, now would be a good time to ask as we have two hours and thirty-eight minutes before reaching the asteroid. I believe we can cover all the necessary ground in that time.”
Any questions for him? Hell yeah, I had questions. First and foremost being, can we please, please, please have wild sex? Like right now? And again later? And could I lick him all over? And did he like sucking cock? If yes, would he like to suck my cock? How did he feel about rimming? Did he have any kinks? Stars, my questions about just the sex we could enjoy with each other could probably fill a short novel.
I had other questions of a technical nature regarding cyborgs, but I wasn’t sure he’d actually be allowed to tell me very much about that. I understood why, proprietary secrets and all that, but I’d probably ask anyway just to see if there was anything he could tell me. I’d ask about the facility we were headed to as well since the more I knew the better. I hated to go into a situation blind if it could be avoided at all.
But the sex questions were really all I could think about at the moment. I figured it was best to get at least the main one, whether he’d sleep with me or not, out of the way as soon as possible. He said he’d read an extensive file on me. I didn’t doubt for one second that it was more than just a footnote about the high sex drive of an Awh’anise since it was such a huge factor in our lives.
“I assume the extensive file you read on me also mentioned the stupidly high sex drive my people have. It probably also mentioned my being a bit weird by Awh’anise standards in only being attracted to men since that’s never been any kind of secret. I’m also betting there was something about us being pushy and aggressive in general in there, too.”
Warrick smiled. “Yes, that was all detailed. Moswen was also good enough to give me a wealth of information on your people with regards to culture, customs, political, religious, and familial relations in addition to what appears to be your entire language both written and spoken. I’m still processing it all as the amount of data is massive, but I anticipate a complete review to be completed within the next twenty-eight to thirty-four hours dependent on the final amount of cross-referencing required to catalogue all the information. He was very thorough in providing all the data although I’m a little unclear on the how, exactly, of him doing that. I had no sensation of anything being done, and oddly enough, my cybernetic components didn’t register anything being added or deleted. He said I should ask you if I was really curious about how that happened.”
I grinned. I owed Moswen large for the data dump he’d done into Warrick’s head. It would potentially make my working with Warrick worlds easier. I was an easy-going guy, and I’d worked with a few other alien species before, but it was always a bit of a challenge to not create an incident from something that should’ve been a minor thing. From my own experiences, the aggressive, pushy, and highly sexual nature of the Awh’anise frequently led to misunderstandings on both sides of the equation.
“I can’t tell you the mechanics of how a Shal-hazal puts stuff into your head. That’s way above my pay grade if you catch my meaning. Moswen and Tyh have said that when people dream, their minds are like looking at a picture book or a movie that they can watch really, really fast. When they want to add stuff that’s basic like the Awh’anise language or stuff about our culture, they just add pages to the book or scenes to that movie. They’re not trying to be sneaky about what they’re doing. The tricky part, apparently, is adding stuff or changing things so that the dreamer never knows that was done and believes the new info is one hundred percent truth. I’m sure it’s more complicated than that, but that’s the best analogy I’ve heard.
“My sho is a Shal-hazal Healer class, and she says that Shal-hazal brains are different from regular Awh’anise brains. Or most brains really. Something about rapid inter-hemispherical switching not being a thing for them, and their brains are sort of stuck in the blown-wide-open position all the time. The chemical levels in a Shal-hazal brain are at what should be dangerously high, if not fatal, levels. They should be having seizures, psychotic episodes, and wildly swinging emotional states. But they’re fine, and if those chemicals drop to what are considered normal levels, that’s when the trouble starts for the Shal-hazal. Or so I’ve been told. I’m not even going to pretend to understand half of what my sho told me the one time I was dumb enough to ask how Shal-hazal could be the way they were. I’m weak as hell on the biology end of things, but I do have a better than average understanding. I was still lost and confused.”
“Fascinating. If both hemispheres of the brain are being utilized at the same time, their processing speed would be incredible. I caught a millisecond glimpse of something, I’m not sure what, when Moswen took me away for our talk. I have a high-speed processor embedded in my brain, and I still couldn’t make sense of what I saw then. Or even now having had a little time to try to review what I saw.”
“Yeah, that’s kind of the way Shal-hazal stuff in general seems to work. Super cool but fucked if you know how it’s even possible.”
Warrick chuckled at that. “There are always mysteries of the universe to be solved. I think once we solve one question, three more are revealed. In my opinion, the world would be a very boring place if we knew the answer to everything.”
“You’re probably right about that. Since you opened the door for us to play riddle me this, I have a question that is burning in my brain demanding an answer.”
“Go ahead. I’ll answer to the best of my abilities. Be forewarned though, there are some questions I’ll be unable to answer for security reasons or because the information is simply unavailable to me.”
“Fair enough, and I kinda expected that would be the case. But I’m pretty sure you can answer this one easy enough. I find you massively attractive. You could probably tell by the rock-hard boner I’ve been sporting this entire time. I’ve read things that say Daquan cyborgs can be outfitted with all kinds of sexy-fun-times options. I could smell your arousal back at the space station, and I can still smell it now. Since it’s just you and me in this shuttle and your arousal scent hasn’t gone down, I’m going to assume that it means you also find me attractive.
“We’re not shy about sex, either doing it wherever with whomever or talking about it in general. A lot of species apparently find that rude or offensive. I’m not trying to be either thing, so I’ll apologize in advance if I come off that way with what I’m about to say. I want to have sex with you. I’m not picky about who does who as long as everybody enjoys themselves. Is sex something you’d do with me? Is it even an option for you? I mean I’ve read some anecdotal things that say it’s possible for Daquan cyborgs to have sex, but I couldn’t find anything official that said it was a thing for you.”
Warrick seemed surprised for a brief moment before he smiled at me. Damn, he was super hot when he smiled like that. It was knowing and sexy with a healthy dose of anticipation. Sweet!
“I’m not offended with you being honest with me. I actually appreciate your blunt honesty. I like knowing exactly what another expects or wants from me. I’d read that the Awh’anise sense of smell and hearing were sharper than those of many species. I didn’t realize your sense of smell was that sharp. You can actually smell arousal pheromones coming from me?” Warrick asked with a mix of surprise and curiosity in his voice.
“Yeah. I can also smell fear and whether or not a female is ready to be bred. Not to belabour anything but about the sex thing, are you interested in fucking me or me fucking you? I swear I won’t be mad or offended if you say no, and I’ll never bring it up again.”
“Because you’re being very open and honest with me, I believe it’s only fair that I be just as open and honest with you. Moswen warned me that you may not like what I’m about to tell you. He admitted to what he called taking a peak into my head. He was not happy about what he saw and said that you’d probably see it the same way. Please let me say all I need to without interrupting or asking any questions.”
I did not like how that sounded. If Moswen wasn’t happy about something he saw in Warrick’s head and said I’d likely not be cool with whatever that was, too, he was probably right. Just from what we’d been talking about I assumed it was related to sex in some way. It made my gut clench to think that sex wouldn’t be a thing between us. Sure, Warrick smelled deliciously strongly of arousal, but that didn’t necessarily meant he’d act on it. He could have some sort of ethical code about not sleeping with a client. Just because I’d read stuff about other cyborgs getting their freak on with a client didn’t mean he would.
“Part of my mission parameters are to have sex with you if you asked me to. The consensus there is that it would make the mission run smoother if you had a safe outlet for your desires given the very high sexual drive of your people. Your fascination with cyborgs, attraction to your own sex, as well as preferences of general physical looks were reviewed thoroughly, and I was chosen as the best candidate, meeting the bulk of what you’d look for in a partner, out of the currently available cyborgs.
“This mission isn’t the first time that command has been included as part of my mission parameters. It’s very unlikely to be the last time either. I do find you very attractive and being attracted to a client and allowed to become intimate with him is not a frequent occurrence for me. Like you, I’m only attracted to males, however, I have programming installed that simulates an arousal for females when I’m required to service one. A variant of that program also allows for me to appear to be aroused by a male that I don’t actually feel arousal for.”
Wait, what? Ordered to sleep with me? Not the first time to be forced to sleep with someone? Programs that make Warrick fuck when that’s not what he wants? My temper started to burn, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from protesting how wrong that was. Warrick asked to say his piece without my interrupting, and I’d do that, but damn it was hard to not say how fucked up and wrong that was. And how much that whole idea pissed me off.
“To be clear, Tohan, when I saw your photos, I felt an immediate attraction that had nothing to do with programming or what I’d been ordered to do. I actually stimulated myself to the point of release after viewing your photos because I found you that arousing physically. I’ve never done that before, and there have been a few times that I’ve been attracted to other clients. Regardless of being ordered to see to your sexual needs, I’d do it because I want to not because I have to. I’m positive that if I’d been told not to engage in sexual relations with you, I’d have done it anyway because I find you very desirable. Yes, that would’ve landed me in trouble for disobeying a direct order, but unless my actions compromised the mission, the likely worse-case-scenario would’ve been severe restriction of my movements or solitary confinement for a week or two. I can handle either of those easy enough.
“Moswen warned me that you might view my orders as slavery. I don’t view what I’ve been ordered to do as being enslaved. They’re simply mission orders to me. I’m not fond of the orders, but my opinion on them is irrelevant. From what I’ve already processed regarding culture of the Awh’anise, I understand slavery is a very big issue to the Awh’anise. Personal freedoms are sacrosanct, and slavery is the antithesis to everything you believe in.
“I am a soldier created by my government to fulfill a series of roles, and I’m expected to follow the orders given to me. I have pride in my job and strive to carry out my mission orders to the best of my abilities. You were in the military yourself, so I know you understand about following orders.”
“Yeah, I get orders and the need to follow them, but fucking someone or letting someone fuck you when you don’t want either thing is just wrong. It’s a violation of your rights. It’s gods damned rape is what it is, and I refuse to participate in that.” Anger grew in me at what was being demanded of Warrick.
“To the Daquan government, I am a product and a highly specialized machine. I’m not thrilled with that view-point as I see myself as a person. Technically, I don’t have a name, I have a designation number. The scientists soon realized that it was better to give us names and encourage our growth as individuals if they wanted independent, critically thinking creations that weren’t just robots in meat suits. By allowing us to develop personalities, we became what had originally been envisioned for the program. We even exceed the original goals.
“I am a free-thinking person, but I don’t have the same autonomous rights that someone like you has. I’ve never known anything different, and it honestly doesn’t bother me. That’s not to say I’ve enjoyed having sex with those I was not attracted to, but it was part of my mission, so I carried out my orders. It’s the same to me as killing someone during a mission. I don’t enjoy killing but I do it when it’s required as part of my orders.”
I guess I could see his point when it was looked at that way. It still smacked of slavery to me and I didn’t like it one bit.
“Rest assured, Tohan, I want to have sex with you. I currently have a nice attachment installed for that purpose, and yes, I can most certainly feel pleasure through the attachment, so it isn’t something that only benefits you. I’m also fully capable of being penetrated and will feel pleasure that way as well, which I quite enjoy. Whenever you want to have sex, tell me. You’ll have a very willing partner.”
I blew out a soft breath. This was not at all the way I thought this conversation was going to go. It was cool that he was being so upfront and open about things, but it was a little bit of a arousal-killer for me to learn what I just had. That lowering of my arousal was probably just a temporary thing though. My dick was now only half-hard. I still really wanted him. But now, I wanted to show him how good it could be when mutual desire was at play. Not that I thought I was some kinda sex god in the bedroom, but I was generally really focused on making sure my partner got the most out of the experience with me. I was a big-time giver in the sex department.
“Okay. I’m not happy hearing that you were ordered to sleep with me as part of the mission. I am glad to hear that you wanted to anyway. Consent is everything for us Awh’anise. It’s serious shit if someone doesn’t stop when their partner says stop. Dunno if you’ve come across it yet, but all you need to say to stop me from making any sexual moves on you is tay. That’s driven into every Awh’anise brain, and we will stop dead from doing anything sexual with the one who said it until that person says they want to be sexual again. You want to get your freak on, you just say so, and I’ll be all over you.”
“I had come across that information. Actually, I went looking specifically for the data regards the sexuality of the Awh’anise. I’m quite intrigued by the sliaru and the reactions that have been documented. Unexpected deaths aside, it sounds like an experience that I’d really love to try.”
I grinned at that. Sliaru was damn cool. Warrick could test it out orally and get the same sexual rush as getting it anally since it was most easily absorbed by mucus membranes. I doubted whatever sensors he had in what passed for an ass would be able to replicate what sliaru did. Problem was, sometimes other species had a really bad reaction to sliaru and there were even deaths associated with exposure. Warrick, assuming he was entirely of Daquan genetic stock, wasn’t one of the species that we knew about that died when exposed to sliaru since there was no record of a Daquan getting intimate with an Awh’anise. Any species that had a toxic reaction to sliaru was made common knowledge especially to anyone leaving Awh’an.
“For the most part I’ve got no problems with letting you experience sliaru. But since there hasn’t been a Daquan exposed to it, to the best of my knowledge, I’ve no idea what sort of reaction you’ll have to it. I’d rather leave that bit of fun to a place where there’s reasonably close medical staff just in case something goes horribly wrong.”
“I appreciate the concern and caution. I can, however, do some rudimentary testing myself. Us cyborgs are designed to be resistant to a host of diseases, poisons, and toxins. Some of them are very lethal, yet the worst I might get is a bad cough or headache. I’m not immune to everything as that’s impossible, but the list of things that are not dangerous to me is quite extensive. I also have access to a variety of antitoxins although that would obviously not be helpful with regards to sliaru since it would be an unknown element, and I’ve nothing prepared to deal with it.”
“How would you do these tests? You’d need a lab of some sort wouldn’t you? Is there some type of lab, even a basic one, at the facility?”
“I have a small kit that allows me to test things to see if whatever it is would be reasonably safe for me to eat or drink if I were in a position where I had no readily available safe food or water and had to forage among local flora and fauna. It’s not foolproof, but it’s reasonably accurate. It should be able to provide me with enough data to extrapolate whether sliaru would be harmful to me or not.”
“Cool. Guess you’d need a sample, huh?” I asked with a grin. I liked where this was going.
Warrick grinned back. “Yes. I assume that wouldn’t be difficult for you to provide.”
“Oh hell no. I could get you that in like under five minutes. And have fun doing it.”
“Excellent. We have two hours and six minutes before I need to assume the controls again for our landing. Once I have the sample and mix it with the regents, the results would take under ten minutes to acquire.”
“Fan-freaking-tastic. Just to be clear, you understand that sliaru is produced by pearl-like bumps that appear under the skin along the length of my cock and that I have to be very aroused and relax my control for them to appear, right?”
“Yes. I’ll help in any way that I can. For science, of course,” Warrick said with a straight face even as I caught what appeared to be humour in his eyes.
“For science. Right,” I said as I tried to keep a straight face as well but failed and ended up with what I was sure was a goofy smile. I would love for him to help me out, but since sliaru was also absorbed, to a lesser degree, through basic contact with skin, I was going to need to work solo on producing sliaru. Not that it would be a hardship to jerk off while Warrick watched.
I slipped a hand under the open edge of my wrap pants and pushed the fabric to the side exposing my still semi-hard cock. Warrick’s earlier revelation about being ordered to join me between the sheets and the slavery vibe those words had for me hadn’t gone very far in smothering my desire for him. I probably should’ve felt a little bad about that but couldn’t quite seem to get my brain to go far in that direction. I took my cock in hand and started to stroke myself. It was super hot to have Warrick watching me so intently. The scent of his arousal was slowly rising, and that made my desire jump higher. In no time flat, I was back to being hard enough to hammer nails with my cock.
“The pearls secrete sliaru through the skin. It’s very slick and has a sort of rainbow shimmer to it. I think it tastes pretty good, but that may be personal preference. I find it a little sweet and spicy. You might wanna get whatever you need ready to collect that sample. Once sliaru takes effect, orgasm isn’t very far away, and there’s not a lot you can do to slow it down. I’ll also need to jerk off again right away to get residual amounts of it out of my system. The second orgasm is just as fast as the first and really isn’t an example of my staying power. Honest.”
“Noted. You have a very nice cock, Tohan. Even without sliaru being involved I’m looking forward to sex with you. I have a bit of an oral fixation. You wouldn’t mind indulging me along those lines would you?” Warrick asked before licking his lips as he stared at my cock.
“Mind? Excessive thanks is what you’ll get,” I said with a breathy laugh as I stroked myself faster to the mental image of Warrick on his knees sucking my cock down his throat.
Warrick leered at me before he reached down and pressed something near his knee. A small section of his calf opened, and he removed a thin, rectangular box. The panel slid back into place, and he waited with the box in his hand, his eyes fixed on the motion of my hand stroking over my dick. The scent of his arousal rose making my arousal spike.
I let go of my dick and relaxed my control. The pearls appeared, and I groaned softly in pleasure. It always felt good to be completely free of restraint. Sex without the pearls was good, but sex with them was even better. I waited for whatever Warrick needed to do to run his test, my cock twitching eagerly. A thin rod extended from the box and he gently ran the rod through the thin layer of sliaru covering my dick. I hissed in pleasure at the light touch to my now super sensitive dick.
“I’d love to be able to help you out with that erection, but until I have the results of the test, it’s best that I don’t touch what I’d really like to touch since sliaru is absorbed though the skin,” Warrick said as the rod disappeared back into the box, and he set the box on the console.
“You’ve got no objections to my doing something about it while we wait, do you? I swear it’s not a line, but my balls are starting to ache with the need to come. Sliaru’s entire purpose is to enhance breeding capacity for both males and females. For males, it means increased arousal, basically zero refraction time, and frequent orgasms.”
“No objections what-so-ever. Matter of fact, I’d enjoy watching you find your pleasure,” Warrick said as he gestured for me to take myself in hand and finish what I’d started. “Would you mind if I touched myself along with you?”
“Oh, fuck. Yes, please,” I said as I started to stroke myself again, my eyes focused on Warrick.
Warrick unbuttoned his short jacket and shrugged out of it. I actually stopped mid-stroke and stared. He had tattoos? Cool. There was an elaborate tribal-style tattoo across his chest with what looked like a stylized hy’prae in the center. The body of the quasi-hy’prae appeared to be a diamond-shaped purple jewel. He also had tatts on both biceps from shoulder to nearly his elbow that looked to be swirls of some sort with stars scattered around them. I squinted a bit and sucked in a surprised breath when I saw that there were tiny hy’prae hanging from the swirls. That couldn’t be a coincidence. Not when I had Moswen for a brother.
“Why do you have a bunch of hy’prae tattooed on your body?” I asked in a voice that wasn’t entirely steady.
“They’re actually spiders which are like hy’prae only much, much smaller. Most spiders are only a few inches in size. I did a job for a company from a planet several galaxies away. The target was to be injected with a certain type of spider venom to make the hit look like natural causes. It killed her in less than twenty minutes. Spiders are native to that planet and after learning more about them, I was fascinated by them. I’ve seen some in person, too. They’re quite interesting as a species. Marvellous engineers, too.
“The person I worked with on that job, Rune, dragged me out to celebrate the successful mission. When I woke up the next day, I had the tattoo across my chest but no recollection of how I’d gotten it. Even my data files were a little disjointed. It took me an entire day to reconstruct what happened. I liked the tattoo so kept it. The other tattoos I had added later. I’ve got another across my back, too. We’re allowed to do minor modifications to our organic parts such as tattoos and piercings. As long as said modifications don’t impact our performance on missions the scientists don’t care. Why do you seem surprised to see my tattoos?”
I shook my head. “I think I’ve just been seriously targeted by Moswen’s chaos effect. I swear we can talk about that in more detail later. Right now though, my balls really are starting to feel like they’re going to burst.”
“I’ll hold you to that later discussion,” Warrick said with a look that told me he wasn’t going to forget about my weird reaction to his tatts.
That was fine. I really would talk about it later with him. Right now though, I needed to come.
Warrick’s hands slipped over his nipples, rubbing his palms over them several times before he started pinching and tugging on them as he watched me jerk off. My breathing sped up, and with every inhale, I got stronger and stronger scents of his arousal combining with mine. It was one of the best things I’d ever had the pleasure of smelling, and it made my mouth water. I was hoping to see what sort of attachment Warrick said he’d been given but nothing appeared. I guess it was going to be a surprise for later. I was okay with that as long as I did get to see it later.
I stroked myself faster as I watched Warrick tease and tweak his nipples. His breath hitched, and every now and again, he’d moan very quietly as he watched me jerk myself off. The scent of arousal in the small shuttle was thick enough that I could practically taste it. I was balanced right on the edge of wanting to come that very second and stretching out my pleasure for as long as I could so I could keep watching Warrick wind himself higher and higher.
I lost the fight when Warrick grunted and bit his lip, his eyes closing with the pleasure that was written all over his face. That was a dead sexy look for him. I wanted, no, needed to be the one to put that look on his face again. A growl slipped out of me, and Warrick opened his eyes to watch me as I shot ribbons of seed across my belly. Warrick totally made my day with a softly hissed yes and a spike in the scent of arousal coming from him. Pink tinted the bone-white skin of his cheeks as he drew in long, slow breaths while still playing with his nipples.
“Was it good for you, too?” I asked with a leer as I stroked my still hard cock, pleasure continuing to slither through me.
The smile he gave me was pure wicked delight. “Much better than doing it with just your picture for inspiration.”
I laughed. “Just wait until we get really up close and personal. Bonus money shot for you,” I said as I quickly stroked myself, chasing the orgasm that was already building again in my balls.
It took me less than two minutes to blow my load again. I was convinced the fast orgasm was because Warrick was still watching me intently and languidly playing with his nipples. Stars, I could barely wait until I could jump his very fine self. If he could get off on just nipple play like he seemed to have, he was going to be a treat for all kinds of other fun. I also hadn’t forgotten for one second that he said he had an oral fixation. I’d be beyond thrilled to help him feed that need. I grunted as I came again over my belly, watching Warrick watch me.
A soft ping shortly after I came the second time drew both our eyes to the box resting on the console. A tiny green light flashed, and Warrick picked up the box. He looked at what I assumed was a small screen on the box and got a contemplative look in his eyes before the panel in his calf opened again and he put the box back into his leg. The smile he turned on me promised all kinds of good and naughty things in my future. Yes!
“The test results indicate that sliaru is safe for my consumption with ninety-seven percent accuracy. There were a few compounds that couldn’t be identified but this is a small survival unit and mostly for emergencies, so I expected that. I might have mild tactile and proprioceptive hallucinations from exposure to sliaru based on similarities to other known compounds. The half-life of the similar compounds is quite short, so any hallucinations caused by sliaru would likely be short lived as well. Of course we won’t know for sure until I actually try sliaru.”
I nodded. “Tactile and proprioceptive hallucinations are not uncommon with sliaru exposure along with increased sexual arousal. Laiokian Teichle are able to read their partner’s mind for a brief period of time after sliaru exposure, but they’re the only ones we know of that get that reaction. Regular Laiokians don’t have that happen. And yeah, I already knew the shelf life of sliaru was crazy short.”
“Really? Genuinely telepathic? Interesting. I wonder which of the compounds are responsible for that,” Warrick said as he opened a compartment in the console and handed me some wet wipes to clean up the mess I’d made on my chest and belly.
“No idea. But it’s probably related to the Teichle being empaths. Tyh says it’s really cool and massively intimate but sucks when he’s trying to keep something from Dak. Dak is his shu’anad. Dak isn’t Teichle; he’s the Void. He is Laiokian though and a receiving empath, so that’s probably why sliaru works on him that way, too.”
I wiped down my belly and chest and threw the wet wipes into a slot that Warrick pointed to when I was done with them. I gave in to impulse and left my seat to stand over Warrick. He looked up at me with a question in his gorgeous grey and gold eyes. I leaned down and kissed him. I wasn’t sure what reaction he’d have, but I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me back with so much raw hunger without even a surprised pause at my move.
Kissing Warrick was intense and one of my better decisions. His lips were warm and soft yet firm and demanded I give as good as I got. He had a great mouth. A quiet purr sounded from me at how happy and content kissing him made me feel. I barely knew him, wicked wank session aside, and yet I felt like I’d finally come home as I kissed him. I slowly drew back from the kiss equal parts excited and terrified and absolutely, rock-solid sure that my life was about to change in a huge way.
Moswen’s chaos effect was in full swing. I knew the feeling only too well. The last time I’d felt the same combo of excited/terrified and just knowing my life was taking a sharp left turn was when Effie slammed into my life. The sensation this time was easily doubly as strong as when Effie entered my world. Fucking awesome!
“You are to monitor Doctor Huyana-Dukker carefully and ensure that no data leaves with him on any external devices. Obviously, we can’t stop him from remembering things, but it is a risk we’re willing to take. He will have some limited access to classified data, and part of your job is to ensure the data, for the most part, does not go further and that he doesn’t delve deeper into the classified files than we are allowing. We couldn’t find any instances of him stealing information from clients and selling it to the highest bidder, but that doesn’t mean it’s never happened. Only that we’ve been unable to find evidence of it.
“He is Awh’anise, and they are known for their excellent fighting abilities. All Sub-tropical Awh’anise, of which he is, are also required to enter military service for one Awh’anise year. He has already completed his military service, so it would be reasonable to assume that he can handle himself fairly well in a violent situation and likely has knowledge of basic weapons use. Even so, you are to protect him from danger. We don’t have enough data to predict how he’ll react to having a bodyguard as the Awh’anise appear to be fiercely independent as a species. His safety is critically important to this mission being successful, and he is aware that you are going with him to Demmron as his protection.
“Additionally, the Awh’anise are a highly sexual species and have a well-deserved reputation for taking any and every opportunity to indulge in sexual acts with either sex, singularly or in groups, whenever and wherever the mood strikes. You were chosen specifically for this mission as your design parameters match up best with Doctor Huyanna-Dukker’s sexual and personal preferences. It is expected that he will approach you for sex because of how well you match the physical attributes he is attracted to. He has been quite persistent in researching our cyborgs and is aware of the rumours of our cyborgs being capable of intercourse.
“For a species so obsessed with sex, consent is an absolute must for them, and if someone declines their advances, they accept it and move on to the next person. Forcing another into sex is a very serious crime on Awh’an, ranking slightly below pre-meditated murder. We anticipate him approaching you for sex, and you will comply with his request without hesitation to further the mission. An appropriate attachment has been installed on your chassis to facilitate this. Let him choose which role he’d like in any given encounter as we believe it will make him easier to manage and monitor if his sexual needs are being met by you. Any questions?”
“No, sir,” I said as I began to review the files about Doctor Huyana-Dukker, his skills, schooling, and family that had been uploaded into my head.
“One final note. He is intimately connected to a powerful, highly skilled group of specialized soldiers. They are able to do astounding things according to all reports, including being able to move between existences in a manner we’re not entirely clear on and that frankly seems impossible despite a multitude of verified reports confirming it. If the opportunity presents itself for you to learn more of this specialized group of soldiers, Shal-hazal they call themselves, take it. The data could prove useful to us in several programs we’re heading.
“Should the two of you be captured, it is highly likely that he’ll call on these family members to get himself out of the situation. It is doubtful that you will be extracted as well. You are to engage your failsafe if you are in danger of being compromised and all other options have been exhausted. Your tech is, under no circumstances, to be allowed to fall into the hands of the people detained on Demmron. That is an order.”
“Understood, sir.” I hoped I wouldn’t need to engage my failsafe. Blowing myself into tiny pieces and taking a large chunk of my surrounding area with me was not high on my To-Do List. I’d do it because it was an order, but I’d make damn sure all other alternatives had been very thoroughly exhausted first. If I were to reach a state of brain death or simply die, the failsafe would automatically engage after a short, set period of time.
“We’ve received word that Doctor Huyana-Dukker will be arriving sooner than initially expected. You have four hours until his arrival. Review the files on him as well as the files for what was done to find and seal the security breach on Demmron. Offer Doctor Huyana-Dukker whatever aid you can, be that computer assistance, protection from harm, or sexual relief. This mission is critical. No prisoner can be allowed to escape Demmron. You are authorized to use deadly force with extreme prejudice.”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
The director turned and walked away leaving me to review the files in solitude. I hadn’t shown any emotion, which was in line with what was expected of me, but the mission I’d been given excited me. I enjoyed a challenge, and this assignment certainly was that from a purely technical standpoint. I was also intrigued by the doctor and the brief information I’d processed about him while the director was giving me my orders.
Having an intimate relationship with the doctor wouldn’t be a hardship. At all. Plainly put, he was the most exotic looking person I’d ever seen, and I’d meet thirty-four different alien species to date. There was a pleasurable zing of excitement at the thought of sharing the doctor’s bed. I was also thrilled and relieved that my potential partner was male this time, my orientation leaving me naturally desiring only males. I had bedded females multiple times while on assignment, but that was pure programming and had nothing to do with what I desired. I hadn’t enjoyed the majority of my sexual encounters that were requirements of my previous missions. I actually felt mild disgust at being sexually intimate with a female, and without the help of programming sub-routines, I’d have failed spectacularly. But what I wanted or liked in those situations hadn’t been a factor in doing the job I’d been assigned.
I didn’t often have the luxury of feeling sexually attracted to a client while being ordered to satisfy him or her physically. Fortunately, a true organic response to arousal wasn’t necessary for me to perform as demanded. Mechanical parts would function as designed, and whether I found a client stunning or disgusting didn’t matter. A small sub-routine I could engage would give the appearance of my wanting the encounter when I actually didn’t. I didn’t like using that program because of the way it made me feel mentally, but when I was required to perform in what was an unnatural feeling to me, it was my only choice. I wouldn’t need to switch that program on with the good doctor though. My reactions to him on a sexual level would be genuine, something I hadn’t felt in quite a long time and was really looking forward to.
Doctor Tohan Huyana-Dukker was, in my opinion, exceptional with tanned skin, wavy, dark-brown hair tipped in dark green that fell a bit past his shoulders, and a nice, lightly-muscled body. As with all Awh’anise, he had a long tail that was apparently prehensile, and the very tip of his tail had a brush of hair the same colour as was on his head. I was taller than him by several inches when in my regular chassis. He appeared to be within the normal range of average height for a typical Awh’anise. The information in his file said he was five foot ten and one hundred seventy pounds.
His eyes were highly unusual for an Awh’anise. I thought they were stunning. He had the typical vertically slit pupils of an Awh’anise, but it was the colour of those pupils and irises that made them unique. His pupils were a rich gold colour, and his irises were pale gold speckled with darker gold. Among the Awh’anise, it was considered very desirable and exotic to have either gold/amber or brown eyes, the two colours occurring rarely in the population. The doctor’s eyes, however, were not looked upon that way despite their colour and were not considered desirable or erotic.
The colour of his pupils and eyes wasn’t natural in that he hadn’t been born with them that shade. He’d been infected by a micro-organism native to Awh’an, ell’um-ysar, which loosely translated to golden mask of tears, when he was only a few weeks old. The organism first attacked a person’s eyes, and the organism’s waste material permanently bleached a person’s natural eye pigments to the golden colour as well as leaving them more light sensitive and with poorer vision depending on how long the infection went untreated. Apparently, if the infection was left untreated, the individual would go blind and eventually suffer terminal dementia as the organism moved into the brain and ate holes in the brain tissue.
I honestly thought his eyes were beautiful.
In addition to the unique colouration of his pupils and irises, the attack of the organism left the victim with thick lines of gold rimming the top and bottom lids of their eyes like eyeliner, as well as a light, shimmery golden mask-like marking over the skin around the victim’s eyes that was permanent as well. The doctor had been cured of the infection while a baby, but the traces the organism had left would never disappear according to the information in his file. I could honestly say I’d never seen anyone who looked as exotic and arousing as the good doctor.
Intellectually, he was very bright, and I could understand why he’d been selected to try to solve the problem where others had failed. He’d graduated at the top of his class and had an excellent reputation among fellow computer engineers. He also had a rather impressive reputation among hackers as someone who could get into places people weren’t supposed to be able to get into without the proper authorization. Or at least it was assumed that he was the hacker known as Hy’prae, which was apparently the name of some type of medium-sized, multi-legged, highly intelligent apex predator on Awh’an. Nobody had been able to definitely confirm him as that hacker, but the pieces of circumstantial evidence were fairly convincing as long as one was willing to make some leaps of logic.
He was ridiculously connected to powerful people. I thought it was interesting that he was part of a natural non-identical triplet birth although that wasn’t an uncommon thing for the Awh’anise as they were a multi-birth species. One of his brothers from that triplet birth was a Shal-hazal. He had several more family members, including his mother, an aunt, a half-brother, a couple of cousins, and even a great-aunt who were Shal-hazal of varying degrees of power. That many close relatives being Shal-hazal was extraordinary according to the data I’d been given. I hoped he’d be willing to talk to me about the Shal-hazal and the things they could do, and that wasn’t only because I’d been ordered to do it.
Having the small amount of data dumped into my head about such an interesting ability was definitely enough to pique my curiosity. Hearing about that sort of ability and getting to ask more questions from somebody so close to a Shal-hazal would be an amazing opportunity. While a good part of me was machine and I did do a lot of analytical thinking, my organic brain indulged in flights of fancy more often than it probably should, and I had a deep interest in the paranormal. Being able to move through the dreams of others as Shal-hazal were reported to be able to do definitely fit into that category.
I finished my review of the files and probably knew more about Doctor Huyana-Dukker on a professional level than anyone. Personal information had been generally sparse to put it mildly. I was actually a little surprised the information about his eyes was in the file. Then again, it was apparently common knowledge for any Awh’anise once they saw his face and eyes. I did find it a little amusing that his sex life was basically an open book and fairly well-detailed in the files I reviewed. Then again, the Awh’anise were not at all shy about sex, nudity, and discussing aspects of their sex lives or that of others openly.
I assumed the lack of real personal information was because of the powerful connections he had in his family as well as his allegedly being a highly skilled hacker that was very, very careful about what information about Hy’prae went out into big, wide universe. Even with the exhaustive research I was sure my government had done on the doctor, there was nothing that actually confirmed that he was the hacker rumours said he was. Considering how thorough I knew the research into the doctor would’ve been, that was impressive.
Several things about my physical appearance were apparently attractive to him, and that gave me a giddy rush. Purple was his favourite colour. My hair was naturally a very deep purple. He’d been quoted once in defending his half-brother, Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen, that the gold stripes on the man’s skin that marked him as a Throw-back were “cool” even though those same marks caused fear to most other Awh’anise for some reason that wasn’t entirely clear in the data I’d been given. The chassis I used most frequently, felt most comfortable in, and was unofficially mine was gold-coloured with random deeper accents of gold striping.
The striping had been the result of a trial technique to make the cyborg body lighter and tougher by using an amalgam of metals. It was ultimately declared a failure for the uneven distribution of the metals giving the finished product a non-uniform look and random areas more durable than others areas which was not desirable for an entire fleet even if the end result had produced a lighter and tougher chassis overall. The cost for the amalgam had turned out to be more than double the initial quote, and the failure rate was unacceptably high, which also helped to kill the trial. I was also a taller model of cyborg with that particular chassis, the result of a minor design specification error leading to the increase in height.
I hoped that the Awh’anise language I’d been uploaded with was correct. A couple of missions ago I’d been given what was supposed to have been complete language files for a client only to find out during the initial meeting that the wrong language for that mission had been uploaded into my brain. It had been the native tongue of the people trying to assassinate the client I was supposed to protect and a major embarrassment that almost resulted in my getting shot in a place I wouldn’t have been able to repair.
The Awh’anise language was pleasant sounding with a slight, almost musical lilt to it. There were significant gaps in what I’d been given, but I should be able to understand basic, conversational sentences for the most part. Apparently, the language was only spoken on Awh’an and among Awh’anise, so finding records of the full language with translations into Common was difficult. It was also a partially polysynthetic language, one where a single word or two could actually be an entire sentence, which lead to problems for non-native speakers to learn the language fluently. Doctor Huyana-Dukker could speak Common as well as several other languages that I’d never heard of. While I had access to several databases, including high-level access to Daquan military information, it would be nearly impossible to know all of the spoken languages in the multitude of universes, so my not knowing what the other languages were was not unusual. I was impressed that he was apparently fluent in four other languages aside from his native tongue. I found that being able to speak to a client in their native tongue even just a little made them more at ease with me.
After thoroughly reviewing the files I’d been given, my internal clock said that I still had two hours to go before my initial meeting with Doctor Huyana-Dukker. I decided to run some sub-routines to make sure everything was operating at optimal performance even though I’d been thoroughly checked over by the technicians just before the director had given me my final commands. I also wanted to use the downtime to check out just what attachment had been installed for intimate encounters before I’d entered my chassis.
There were any number of models that could be installed based on what a client requested. In this instance, what had been installed was likely a best guess, generic sort of model as Doctor Huyana-Dukker wasn’t a client and, to the best of my knowledge from the files I’d read, hadn’t been asked about any personal preferences, sexual or otherwise as far as choosing me and attachments went.
An opening appeared in my groin when I triggered the program for sexual excitement. I wasn’t a vain person, but I was relieved to see that I’d been given a nice, average-sized penile attachment with appropriately-sized testes although there wouldn’t be any actual seminal fluid during release. There would be a substitute fluid during orgasm that mimicked the real deal solely for the purpose of pleasing my partner with “proof” of my desire and pleasure.
I’d had attachments before that ran the gamut of micro-penis to obscenely large based on client desires. I’d even had attachments purposely left off for clients who wanted a male without genitals, which I thought was strange. The attachment had a flexible metal core with a skin-like sheathing that matched my skin tone making it look like it was my real cock that was exposed via an opening in my chassis. With the use of sensors and a specific program, I could feel a semblance of pleasure through the mechanical penis I now sported.
As I looked at the attachment I’d been given, a little pang of sorrow mixed with a spurt of anger hit me at the thought that it was highly unlikely I’d ever get to feel what sex with another person with my actual dick would feel like. While my cyborg body appeared to start just below my pectorals, I actually had a complete torso down to the hips that was fitted into my mechanical cyborg body.
Through much trial and error, it was discovered that the best, most efficient way to meld organic with machine was to maintain as many internal organs as possible. That way, any damage to the mechanical body was fairly easy to either repair or replace without needing any special equipment to keep the organic body alive. Some of the most complex parts of a cyborg weren’t actually parts of the mechanical body but those of the organic body, brain, and the wetware installed in the brain that allowed the two to function as one unit.
Because of my hidden organic parts, I didn’t require any specialized diet as I had all the necessary parts for regular digestion. I did need to void my body of waste, both solid and liquid, but that was accounted for in the design of the cyborg body. While in my cyborg body a narrow, expandable tube roughly three inches long was inserted anally, primarily for voiding purposes but also to allow anal sex when required. I had a similar short and thin tube inserted in my urethra and up into my bladder for voiding while in my cyborg body as well. Given that we generally preferred to be in our cyborg bodies for ease of movement, all cyborgs were used to and saw as normal what would probably seem uncomfortable or even invasive to others.
Breeding us to have a fully functioning torso also ensured that the scientists would always be able to easily harvest the raw genetic material, sperm from the males and eggs from the females, to create more cyborgs. We always bred true to form having been genetically tweaked decades ago to be born without lower limbs.
We could be cloned, but the results had proven less than optimal compared to selective breeding with sperm and egg and gestation in a nutrient tank. Clones had a shorter life span than naturally created cyborgs, and the clones typically had issues with their immune system or problems with the functions of internal organs. There was also a limit to how many times a clone could be made from another clone before critical failures began to appear in the genetics of the cyborg requiring their destruction before it even reached the birthing stage.
While the idea of providing genetic material, namely sperm, sounded like it would be fun for us males, it really wasn’t. I’d be removed from my cyborg body which, while not something I liked since it limited my mobility, wasn’t a big deal. It was an utterly painless, five minute procedure. Once out of my cyborg body I’d be strapped to a bed to keep from thrashing around during the procedure, which was never a good sign for any course of action about to be taken.
A stimulation probe would be inserted anally and a collection tube fastened over my cock. The probe wasn’t uncomfortable as I was well used to having something inserted anally even if the probe for stimulation was a good deal larger than the void tube. I liked the feeling of having my ass filled and usually requested a larger-sized probe purely for my pleasure. The mild electric pulse from the probe that stimulated my prostate wasn’t unpleasant... at first. It was the length of time that the extraction procedure lasted that made it a less than desirable thing to endure.
We were designed to maximize output on virtually every aspect. The volume of sperm males produced during orgasm was no exception and a two-hour session was common to fully milk a male. At the end of a milking, I was exhausted physically and mentally, and my groin ached and was tender to the touch for hours after. Thankfully, we were typically in a two-month-long rotation between collections, longer if we were on assignment and not able to get to the lab for scheduled milking. The females had it a little easier with anesthetic being given before egg harvest and their rotation requiring slightly longer periods of time to allow for maximum egg development.
I admired the penis I’d been given for several more minutes, familiarizing myself with the feel of it and tweaking the arousal program to give me pleasure that was as close to what I felt when I stroked my organic cock as I could make it. We weren’t supposed to masturbate and waste our seed but nobody really said much when it did happen as long as it wasn’t often. Not that it was something that happened very frequently to begin with as it generally required detaching from our cyborg body to do so. An alert was logged when the connection was severed between organic and cyborg body, and a reason for the unscheduled exit needed to be provided.
Typically, we’d exit our chassis once a week for a scrub-down of its interior as well as washing of the organic body. The chassis was designed to keep itself and the organic body installed relatively clean and we could go much longer than a week without needing cleaning. But it always felt nice to slide into a freshly cleaned chassis. It was generally a thirty-minute procedure but sometimes a tech would take their time cleaning the chassis and keep their back turned, knowing us cyborgs would grab the opportunity to get a little self-love pleasure.
Leaving the cyborg body solely to jerk off was not a reason for exiting the chassis. Punishment for doing that typically involved a month of forced leave from your cyborg body as well as an accelerated milking schedule of once a week for as long as you’d been sentenced to be without your cyborg body. Typically, you only made that sort of mistake once and were more circumspect in the future. Or at least I’d learned that lesson well and never repeated the error.
I could orgasm while in my cyborg body, but it would be a more or less dry orgasm because of the tube inserted through my urethra into my bladder. Anal stimulation was easy and pleasurable to do, but when the result was typically a dry orgasm, the end result wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as it could be. I could withdraw the urethral tube from my bladder to allow for a full orgasm but the times where I actually felt genuine arousal while on assignment were woefully small and didn’t seem worth the bother. A giddy rush zipped through me at the knowledge that I’d feel arousal with the doctor. I also wasn’t the only cyborg that had quite a strong oral fixation where sexual pleasure was concerned. Knowing that I’d very likely be enjoying the pleasure of Doctor Huyana-Dukker’s bed shortly, I was very much looking forward to sucking his cock.
I called up the image of the doctor and stroked myself. In a surprisingly short time, I found the single photo I’d been given in the file wasn’t enough. A quick database search found me a slightly pixilated video of a presentation that he’d given several years ago that looked like it’d been shot with a wrist comm of poor quality. The moving images, as crappy as they were, made me groan softly and catch my lip between my teeth. The good doctor was really going to get my best possible performance if he asked me to join him in bed, which I truly hoped he would. The sensation program for my attachment did its job a little too well and desire settled heavily in my balls leaving them feeling tight and aching for a release that wasn’t going to happen. I foolishly hadn’t expected to have such a strong physical reaction to what I was seeing and feeling.
I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut as pleasure from the pseudo-release of my attachment collided with the frustration of wanting to come with my organic parts, but not being able to. I’d been hurriedly milked twelve hours ago when the director got word that the job had been accepted by Doctor Huyana-Dukker. Milking a male and harvesting a female, if possible, was standard operating procedure when anyone was sent out on a mission in case something happened and we didn’t come back. For all intents and purposes, my balls were empty and it’d take several days to be able to produce anything even approaching a reasonable amount. Maintaining genetic diversity in us cyborgs was important, so the more collections the better.
I shut down the arousal and sensation program and tried to catch my breath as the attachment retracted back into my chassis. I was a little surprised to find a thin film of sweat on my skin and that my nipples were hard as rocks. That sort of reaction hadn’t happened to me in a long time from just the use of the attachment. I looked at it as something good, and it made me even more excited for certain aspects of the mission. I still had an hour and a half before meeting the doctor to clean myself up and get presentable. I headed for the sonic shower, a small smile on my face and a relaxed feel to my body despite the subtle ache in my balls from not being able to come.
I stood in the reception area with the director and a few assorted techs waiting for Doctor Huyana-Dukker to arrive. I wasn’t quite sure why we were in reception and not at the actual bays where the ships landed and took off, but it wasn’t my place to ask so I kept my mouth shut. All I knew was that the doctor had requested to meet in reception, and I only knew that from overhearing one of the techs asking why we were in reception. I wasn’t the only one who gasped when two men suddenly appeared out of thin air a few feet away from where we stood.
I instantly recognized Doctor Huyana-Dukker, and he looked even better in person. It was the first time ever that I was supremely grateful for the impossibility of my sudden arousal showing due to my chassis. Internal sensors would record my elevated heart rate, the surge of hormones through me, and the sudden semi-hardness of my cock. Nothing in my expression would give that away though. I’d been far too well trained for that to happen.
Based on the photos I’d seen, the tall man with tanned skin overlaid with golden stripes standing beside the doctor could only be his half-brother, Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen Fayina-Dukker. Asking to meet in reception suddenly made perfect sense since the doctor obviously hadn’t needed to go through the whole ship docking and debarking procedure. Travel by Shal-hazal appeared to be a much more efficient way to get around the galaxy.
“We’re here, Tohan. You can open your eyes now,” Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen said in Awh’anise.
Doctor Huyana-Dukker opened his eyes, which were even more stunning in person. His first move was to scan the assembled people in the room with a critical, analytical look. I approved of that as it spoke of battle awareness, something that would be an asset where we were going. He spotted me almost immediately, his eyes locking on me, his stare intense. Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen snickered and “Down, boy” was semi-whispered.
“You can go now,” Doctor Huyana-Dukker said to his brother in Awh’anise. He didn’t take his eyes off me, his gaze extremely focused and holding a wealth of sexual interest.
“Hell, no. This is getting interesting. I think he’s attracted to you, Tohan. Nice little shot of lust to the air that I’m betting wasn’t there before we arrived. Talk about laser focus. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you. Hey, can I watch you two fuck? I’ve never seen robot sex. Sounds kinky as shit. Ki would probably love to know how that works, too, although he’d be way too polite to ask.”
“He’s not a robot. He’s a cyborg. There’s a difference, and I know you know it. This isn’t the time or place to go all annoying little brother on me. Yes, I can smell his arousal, and no, you can’t watch us fuck. You’d freak the poor guy out just by asking. Most species don’t appreciate an audience when they screw. I’m pretty sure you know that, too, and are just trying to be an irritating shit. Congrats, you succeeded. You’re an irritating shit. Weren’t you supposed to take a refresher course on alien interaction since you suck so massively at it? We’re just lucky he can’t understand Awh’anise, or he’d probably be hideously embarrassed that we’re talking about his future sex life with me before even being introduced to him.”
“I’m supposed to, yeah, but that’s one of the perks of being the boss. Until the rest of the Wills gang up on me and make me take the refresher course, I don’t have to do shit. Are you sure about the no Awh’anise thing? He seems to be following our conversation decently going by the close attention he’s paying, but I could be wrong. I don’t think I am though.
“My nose is better than yours and believe me, he’s definitely interested in getting into your pants. He could want to bang one of the other people in the room, myself included, but I doubt that. Those pretty eyes of his are really only focused on you. I’m not really sure how sex works for him though with him being, what, seventy-five percent machine from the looks of him. Doesn’t look like he has a cock either, which sucks for both of you since I know you like getting as much as giving.”
The doctor’s eyes went wide seconds before he turned with incredible speed and punched his brother square in the mouth. Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen stumbled back a step before he grinned, licked the trickle of blood from his lip, and landed a solid side kick to the doctor’s ribs, knocking the doctor back a step and forcing a grunt from him. Even with my enhanced vision, the speed of the kick was incredible to see. One of the techs gasped, and the director seemed frozen in shock at the sudden outburst of violence.
My first thought was to step between the two men and protect the doctor as those were my orders. But, I knew from the data I’d been given that fighting was seen as a normal part of life to the Awh’anise, and getting between fighting Awh’anise to stop them would generally not be appreciated by the combatants. I also wanted to take the opportunity to assess the doctor’s fighting ability even if this didn’t appear to be a serious fight, based on what my data catalogued as genuine fight indicators for the Awh’anise as opposed to their idea of play.
Both men were fast. Astonishingly so. Information on the Awh’anise said they were quick and agile, and I had viewed a few videos of Awh’anise in action, but until I saw it for myself in person, it was difficult to understand just what that meant in comparison to other species. Doctor Huyana-Dukker seemed to be holding his own, but I could also tell that Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen was holding back somewhat—not to say he was untouched or that he wasn’t having to put some effort into what he was doing.
Several hard punches and kicks were traded between the men. Factoring in certain variables like speed, trajectory, force, and accuracy, there was a considerable amount of skill and power being thrown around, yet neither seemed overly fazed by it. I was sure there’d be nasty bruises at the very least on both men after the little spar was over. I’d read about the high pain tolerance of the species, but it was fascinating to see it in action. Several of the hits would’ve knocked most people to their knees and likely made them stay down. That certainly wasn’t the case unfolding in front of us.
Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen glanced at me and the others I stood with and seemed to come to a decision. He quickly moved in close to the doctor, landed a hard punch to the gut while he curled his tail around the doctor’s leg. Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen yanked the doctor’s leg out from under him at almost the same time he landed the punch to his brother’s belly. The doctor went down with a yelp, hitting the floor hard, his head making wince-worthy contact with the polished wood. The doctor muttered, “Fuck,” and lay on his back for several seconds apparently conceding the fight. The entire fight, while intense, lasted less than two minutes.
“Done?” Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen asked in Awh’anise as he remained ready to continue the fight, his limbs held in a loose fighting stance.
Doctor Huyana-Dukker sighed before pushing himself into a seated position. “Yeah. You’ve been training with Kijika again, haven’t you? I used to be able to fight you to a draw but you weren’t even giving me your best effort. Asshole. I’m kinda ticked you just cheated me of a nice little dust up. You know you have a god’s given talent for pissing people off, right? Kijika is a saint for not killing you. I don’t know how he resists the temptation.”
“He loves me,” Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen said with a grin as he offered his brother a hand to stand. “And he adores my cock working his hole. Despite him being a necromancer, he’s not into sex with the dead, so I’m pretty much safe from him killing me. Beating the shit out of me if I piss him off? Oh, hell yeah. The make-up sex is so damn hot after that I sometimes provoke him just a little on purpose. He knows that though and plays along because he’s awesome that way.”
A necromancer? There was no mention of that in the data I’d been given. Granted, Kijika was nothing more than a footnote in the file and listed as the spouse of Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen, but information like that should have been included in my opinion. It wouldn’t affect anything about the mission, but it seemed like a fairly big detail to leave out given how thorough the file had been on the doctor and his family connections. How odd.
Doctor Huyana-Dukker smiled and wiped at a trickle of blood from his nose. “Point taken. You do have a very nice cock although I prefer your tight little ass. You’re such a needy thing when being drilled. So eager to please. Pretty damn good at cock sucking, too. Such a shame that you only service Kijika now. And Tyh won’t play either now that he has Dak. Telek is still crazy for Ulla so that’s a no-go. Even Mered and Makis won’t go for a group thing since Kushaiah came into their life and they all became phu’aetsu to one another. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if they decided to become shu’anad to one another in the very near future. I’m seriously missing out on fantastic cock since all of you found your special someones.”
My eyes went wide, and my mouth opened a little in surprise before I pressed it shut. There was a teasing tone to the doctor’s voice, but there was also an undercurrent of wistfulness. He didn’t really mean he.... Data on the Awh’anise said they engaged in incest and that it was a common thing in their culture, but I hadn’t really thought about how that may have impacted Doctor Huyana-Dukker’s life. Several of the names were male siblings of the doctor.
I had to admit that I was a little intrigued especially after a fast photo search for the family members the doctor mentioned revealed some handsome men. The Awh’anise as a species seemed to have good-looking encoded into their genes. The Tyh he mentioned was likely one of his triplet brothers, Shal-hazal Litch Will Tyhlian, with Telek being his other triplet brother. So that meant he.... Wow. Makis and Mered, according to the data I had, were identical twins and part of the sextuplets that Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen was part of. Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen saw my expression of mixed shock and interest and smirked.
“I’d say your cyborg understands basic Awh’anise pretty well, Tohan. You must’ve cracked your head damn hard not to have remembered that since that’s what prompted you to punch me in the face in the first place. I think you just shocked the shit out of him. Good job.”
“Fuck,” Doctor Huyana-Dukker groaned.
The next words out of his mouth were in a language I was completely unfamiliar with. Considering the database I had access to, I found that intriguing and wondered what it was. His brother, however, had no problem understanding him and nodded before he got a thoughtful look on his face. A grin appeared on Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen’s face, and the strangest sense of foreboding washed through me. I had almost no time to react before he moved to me with blistering speed, grabbed my arm, and said, “Back in a few,” in Common to the room in general.
There was a slight sensation of movement, and for a fraction of a micro-second, images screamed past my vision too fast for me to make any sense of them before it went dark. The quick glimpse of... whatever I’d seen, made my brain feel like I’d taken a particularly nasty blow to the back of my head, my thoughts muddled and disjointed as my mind struggled to try to process what I’d seen. Even with the advanced processor embedded in my brain, I couldn’t seem to piece all the information together into anything that made sense.
A tiny spurt of panic hit me when I couldn’t open my eyes and couldn’t seem to move any part of my body. Relief swamped me hard when what seemed to be only seconds later I could open my eyes and move again. The confusion of trying to sort through the whirlwind of images left my mind abruptly, and I had nothing more than a small headache as if from concentrating too intensely on something for far too long. Confusion of a different sort swirled through me as I looked around. The scenery around me was absolutely nothing like the reception room, and for several seconds, I was at a complete loss as to what had just happened.
We were on what appeared to be a beach of pale blue sand leading to a large body of translucent, blood-red water. At least I assumed it was water considering that it appeared to move towards the shore in gentle waves, the soft shushing sound relaxing. The water stretched as far as I could see, and my enhanced eyes could see a staggering distance, making me think we were on the shore of either a vast lake or perhaps an ocean. Large trees with silvery leaves lined the beach, the leaves rustling softly in a gentle breeze. It was quite hot, and I saw two suns in the sky but no other markers that would give me a reference point or clue about where we might be. I was damn sure I wasn’t anywhere near the reception area that I’d started out in.
“You’ve got some interesting wiring in your head. Tohan is going to flat out love that, geek that he is.”
I turned my head to see Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen sitting on a rock a few paces from where I stood.
“Excuse me?” I felt mildly off-balance, and that sensation had nothing to do with my internal stabilizers or gyroscope.
“I know it’s rude, but I took a quick peek in your head. I’m curious by nature,” he said with a little shrug. “Relax. Nothing I see in anyone’s head who isn’t a mark ever leaves my lips unless I have permission to spill it all, and you’d need to give me that permission. I don’t even tell Ki what I find in people’s heads, and I tell him virtually everything.
“By the way, I added the Awh’anise language to your head. Some of what you had was badly translated, so I wiped all of it and gave you the whole thing. You’ve got the written language in there as well. Threw in a bunch of crap about our customs and culture, too. I figure that’ll help you help Tohan with the job he’s about to start. I know this job is dangerous, and I want Tohan to be as safe as I can help him to be. You being informed of our customs and cultures and having the correct language will be a huge help in making that happen.”
“Thank you? Where are we, and how did we get here?” I asked as I checked my database.
Just as he said, what could only be the entire Awh’anise language was in my head along with an extensive background on the Awh’anise that was a little staggering in size. It would take me a substantial amount of time to go through all the information and process it despite the high-speed processor hard-wired into my brain. I had no idea how he’d done that. I had zero sensation of anything being added or deleted from my memory, and there was no way he could’ve made a hard connection to my brain without my knowing. The file size would’ve required close to twenty minutes to download as well, and it certainly didn’t feel like that much time had passed between him grabbing my arm and us winding up wherever we were. My internal clock said barely five seconds of time had passed from the moment he’d grabbed my arm to the point when I opened my eyes.
He also wasn’t kidding when he said the language I’d had was incomplete and parts of it poorly translated. Some of the words were identical in sound but vastly different in meaning depending on body posture, tail position, and even how much tooth and claw was shown. No wonder it was rarely spoken by non-natives. Getting all those small nuances right would be a nightmare if you hadn’t grown up with the language. Getting some words right would be impossible without a tail to convey the proper meaning. I was lucky I’d understood as much as I had about the earlier conversation. Re-playing what I had heard and saw with the complete language in my head gave me an even richer understanding of what had been said with subtle nuances to the conversation that I’d have had no way of knowing about before. There’d been a world of love and trust and rock-solid bonding between the two even as they’d been beating the crap out of each other. Shockingly, they’d been having fun while trying to dirt stomp each other into the ground.
“No probs. Here is a dream bubble, a scene from the ocean beach that’s near the city my family lives in on Awh’an. This beach is one of Tohan’s favourite places. I created it for this little chat. I Dream-Stepped us here. It’s part of what I do. I could’ve brought you to the real place just as easily, but I wanted to maintain control of the situation, so a dream it is. I also didn’t want to cause you problems just before a mission with breathing and whatnot because of the higher gravity and richer oxygen on Awh’an compared to where we were. I mean, I could’ve done some tweaking in your head to make that not so much of an issue, but it wouldn’t have been worth it for just a few minutes of conversation before I brought you back to where we were and had to tweak your head all over again. Just so you know, nothing happens here that I don’t want to happen. Shal-hazal are nearly gods of the Dream World.”
“This is a... dream? How is that even possible? I wasn’t asleep and neither were you. And why show me this specific place?”
“It’s a Shal-hazal Spirit thing. Well, more specifically it’s a me thing. I don’t need to be asleep to access the Dream World, and I can take anybody I want with me as long as I’m touching them. I could’ve created anything or even just a vast nothing. But, there’s some genuine interest in you for Tohan. He aroused you just from seeing his picture, and that’s not an often thing for you. That arousal was even stronger when you saw him in person. Tohan has a thing for cyborgs, and he’s been mentally and physically beating off to your image since he saw it yesterday. I wouldn’t have created this and brought you here if there wasn’t mutual attraction between you two. I want to help you get to know him. I also wanted to check you out to make sure you’d be good for Tohan.
“I’ll be straight with you, Warrick; I can call you Warrick, right?” He waited for my nod before continuing. “I know exactly what it’s like to have an intense visceral, erotic reaction to somebody. That’s what happened when I saw Ki, my husband, for the first time. Okay, fine, there were other things at play there, but my first reaction to him was to pounce on him and fuck him until neither of us could move. Us Awh’anise operate on instinct a lot because we’re not really all that far removed from our animal ancestors. Check the info I gave you for more on that, and it’ll help you understand Tohan better. Tohan has been attracted to people tons of times before, but this is different somehow for him, and it’s not all because you’re a cyborg. That is part of it for sure but not the whole reason. Going by what I saw in your head as I brought you here, I think you can not only make him happy but also be happy yourself, too.”
I honestly had no idea how to respond to what he’d just said.
“I’m not so thrilled about some of the other shit I saw in your head. It sounds a hell of a lot like slavery to me, and that’s one thing that pisses off the Awh’anise like crazy. Freedom is a huge thing for us. I know you don’t see your life that way, but it smacks of that to me, and I guarantee it’ll seem that way to Tohan. He appreciates honesty, so you might at some point want to tell him about what your life is like. I think you should also tell him that even though you’ve been ordered to sleep with him if he asks, you’re doing it because you want to not because you were ordered to.”
I was staring at Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen in shock. How would he even know about what I’d been ordered to do? And what did he mean about seeing things in my head?
“I know that stuff because I checked you out as a person when I took my peek into your head. Like I said, I love my brother and want to see him happy. I believe, based on what I saw in both your heads, you can be happiness for each other. By the way, you can just call me Moswen. Makes things so much simpler than spouting off the whole title thing every time you want to talk to me. For the record, unless you massively screw shit up with Tohan, I’ll make sure if he hollers for a Spirit to come save his ass, you’ll get scooped up, too. It might not be me that shows up, but any Spirit from my House that will show up answers to me, so you’ll be included because I said so. Just in case things go to shit and Tohan can’t call for help, I dumped the way to contact me into your head, too, so you can do it for both of you. Any questions? Now would be the time to ask.”
“Why are you so sure that his attraction to me isn’t just because I’m a cyborg? You said he has a thing for cyborgs.” Good lord, why did I even ask that?
Moswen’s tail started to swish from side to side. He looked uncomfortable before he shrugged. “I’m really not supposed to look deeply in the heads of my family. My Sho would chew my tail off if she found out. But I am nosy as fuck. And to be totally fair, dreams are pretty much my thing, so when I stumble across an interesting one that involves family, I can’t not look at it. Tohan has already dreamed of fucking you, and while part of the dream was of you as you look now, part of the dream was you without the cyborg parts. As a full bi-pedal. Sure, it’s going to rock his world to nail you as a cyborg, but it’s more than just your mechanical parts that makes his cock hard. Something about you strokes his tail just right. It’s instinct, and I’m the last person in the universe to go against instinct.
“I’m not going to tell Tohan about how much of you is organic. That’s your decision. I understand how vulnerable you’d be both physically and emotionally to be out of your mechanical body and bare for Tohan to see. I can’t say with one hundred percent certainty how he’ll react to that because it’s not something he’d be expecting, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be repulsed like you think he will. And yeah, I saw that past incident in your head, too. Shame you couldn’t have killed or at least maimed the guy who did that to you. All I can say is to go with your gut. If it seems like the right thing to do, then it probably is. I’m going to pop us back into the reception area now unless you have any more questions.”
Moswen looked at me expectantly, but I said nothing. I was sure I had a million questions, not all of them related to the fascinating doctor, but I couldn’t seem to pick which one I wanted to ask first. Moswen took my silence for a no although there was a little smile on his lips as if he knew I had things I wanted to ask but didn’t know where to start and he found that funny.
“Close your eyes and keep them that way until I tell you to open them, or you’ll puke up every last thing you ate from three days ago the second we’re back in the real world.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. That seemed extreme and possibly an exaggeration. Moswen grinned and shook his head.
“Nope, not even joking about the barfing thing. I can make you not see anything like when I first Dream-Stepped us, but asking you to close your eyes is way more polite now that we’re all friendly-like after this little conversation. I could also let you see everything I do and have you projectile vomiting from the information overload for a good five minutes once we’re back. Your choice. Pro tip, puking like it’s never going to stop without direct intervention from a god isn’t going to impress Tohan and might even lead to sympathy puking from the others in the room. I’ve seen it happen. It wasn’t pretty.”
“Aren’t the people in reception going to be frantic that we just disappeared for so long?” I asked. I’d be closing my eyes. It wouldn’t hurt anything to do so, and if it kept me from puking my guts up, that was a win.
“Nah. Time moves different in the Dream World. It might seem like we’ve been here for half an hour or so, but when we pop back in, it’ll seem like we were gone for less than thirty seconds.”
That was amazing if it was indeed true. The military ramifications of such an ability would be staggering. Moswen grinned at me like he knew exactly where my mind had gone. Then again, if this was a dream he was controlling, perhaps he did know. That was amazing and disconcerting at the same time.
“Yeah, that means exactly what you think it does as far as military manoeuvres goes. That’s why it’s a crazy amount of money to hire a Shal-hazal, especially one of us Spirits since we can transport people vast distances in the blink of an eye. Go ahead and ask Tohan about us. He doesn’t know everything because he’s not Shal-hazal and we’re a secretive bunch even with other Shal-hazals from different Houses. I know you understand about that sort of thing in general. The secret-need-to-know-level-shit that doesn’t get talked about outside of your team, but he knows a good bit more than the average person because of who he is and who he’s related to.”
It was a little freaky to have Moswen answer questions I hadn’t given voice to, but if we were in a dream, then I suppose it wasn’t all that strange. I dutifully closed my eyes even as a rush of excitement wound through me at the idea of learning more about the Shal-hazal and the things they could supposedly do. I had that same sensation of slight movement but resisted the impulse to sneak a peek at just what might be rushing past me. The tiny headache I’d had when first on the beach had faded to nothing as I’d talked to Moswen, and the last thing I wanted to do, in addition to throwing up all over the place, was to invite it back when simply keeping my eyes shut would apparently prevent that.
The slight sensation of movement stopped almost as soon as it started, and I opened my eyes when Moswen said I could. The people in the room had barely moved from the positions they’d been in when Moswen had abruptly taken me elsewhere. Doctor Huyana-Dukker was glaring suspiciously at Moswen, and there was now a mischievous smirk on Moswen’s face. I got that weird feeling of dread again just as Moswen moved with speed to his brother.
Moswen gave his brother a very un-brotherly kiss full on the mouth and stroked a hand down his brother’s tail in what I now knew—thanks to the data dump Moswen had done—was a sexually charged touch. Moswen drew back, laughed, said I was just what the doctor ordered, and vanished. Swears in multiple languages poured from the doctor’s mouth, all of them directed at Moswen. The ones I did understand were quite creative, and I was impressed with his imagination. The doctor finally wound down and dragged a hand through his hair before facing the director.
“I’m really, really sorry about Moswen. I swear to all the gods above and below that he can be extremely professional when on the job. His bringing me here was a personal favour though and he was off-the-clock so to speak. Please don’t let what you saw colour your views on the Shal-hazal. He is very competent in his capacity as a Shal-hazal and takes his job very seriously.”
The director waved off the doctor’s explanation. “Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen’s behaviour doesn’t concern us at this time. I do have some questions about what just happened between Warrick and Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen, but that information will be in Warrick’s report on the incident, so it’s not important right now either. You’ve read the reports we sent on the incidents on Demmron and are familiar with the job?”
“Yes. The crews you sent got a good start, and that’ll shorten up my work a bit. It’s still going to be a tough puzzle to solve, but I’m sure I can do it. I know I’ll be working against the clock on this to prevent any of the felons from actually leaving. I’m not going to lie. It’s going to be a tight race, and you might need to shoot down another shuttle or two before I fix it so they can’t keep taking off to test the system.”
“That won’t be an issue. All shuttles have been temporarily removed from the surface along with the support and security personnel stationed there. One of our registered shuttles will be used to take you and Warrick to Demmron from this station. It’ll be the only shuttle on the asteroid, and while it will be in a secure area, the inmates have proven to be rather resourceful, so I’d suggest you work fast before your transport is liberated, leaving you stranded there until another can make the run.”
Doctor Huyana-Dukker narrowed his eyes and his tail tip flicked up and down several times before stilling. The tail movement told me that he was annoyed and rightly so. I hadn’t known about the shuttles, support, and security crews being removed. It irritated me that I hadn’t been given that information. No back up security was going to make the job so much more difficult. Not impossible, but it was almost as if the odds of our success were being subtly stacked against us.
It was standard emergency procedure to remove personnel from the asteroid if the situation deteriorated to the point where the lives and safety of the staff, as few as there were in comparison to the inmates, were in mortal danger. Generally speaking, the prisoners had free-run of the asteroid, and the support crew was only there to make sure food, water, and medicine were distributed fairly. Security was there for protection of the support staff and to ensure that no inmates left the asteroid. As far as the current information I had went, neither the support staff nor security crew had been in any mortal danger. There had been no riots, moves of aggression against the regular staff beyond the odd incident that was more or less expected given the people held on the asteroid, or the taking over of key points of the facility. The security crew didn’t know the codes for shuttle entry and exit, so their value to the prisoners as a means to escape was zero.
The only on-going thing that I was aware of was the continued attempted hacking and attempts to leave the asteroid. Yes, the two crews that had been sent to fix the security breach had been kidnapped, tortured for what they knew, and killed. However, the data I had seemed to point to that being more an opportunistic thing the first time than a hastily planned assault like the second one seemed to be. Even with the second kidnapping, it appeared more of an unfortunate set of circumstances coming together than something executed after careful planning.
Was the continued hacking, kidnapping of the repair crews, and attempts at leaving the asteroid really as renegade as it seemed? Or was it all part of some careful plan to make it look random when in reality it wasn’t? It wouldn’t be the first time that someone on the outside had been bribed or threatened into doing something by one of the inmates of the asteroid or by some of their associates who remained at large. More data was required before I could draw a positive conclusion.
I set a sub-routine into motion to mine through the information I had. It would take a while to process everything and put the disjointed pieces of information together, but it would also be a background thing for me and wouldn’t impact my performance on my mission. I half hoped that I’d find nothing, but my gut was softly telling me that not everything was as it appeared. Perhaps Moswen’s advice to go with my gut applied to more than just how far I was willing to go with his sexy brother.
Phu’aetsu: partner—permanent pairing/mate with children (long term, not necessarily monogamous)
Shu’anad: braid partner (husband/wife). Deeply committed pairing that typically only ends with the death of one partner. The pairing can be dissolved but is rare. Only a very small percentage of Awh’anise opt for this as it is a strictly monogamous relationship.
Two thin braids about the thickness of a finger are made at the left temple of the one declaring themselves shu’anad, a braid representing each partner. The style of the braid is up to personal preference and they can be basic, complex or woven with objects. Frequently the braids are made by the partner. The braids are only undone to wash the hair or tighten them as required. If children are the result of the pairing, a braid for each child is also added to the right temple.
It wasn’t every day that I got called into the big boss’ office, thanks to all the gods. The dude freaking scared me spitless. The last time I’d been ordered to appear in front of him, it was for a huge dressing down for some things I’d done on my own time but had used company machines to do. What I’d done then wasn’t entirely above board but was not exactly illegal either. Not to put too fine a point on it, but what I’d done then wasn’t all that different from some of the stuff that I was ordered to do as part of my day job, so I really didn’t see what the big deal was. It wasn’t as if I’d been caught by the wrong people doing what I was doing or had left any trace of what I’d done. I was too good for that.
I’d gotten a disciplinary action written up in my employment record that time, which I didn’t really give two shits about, as well as a week’s suspension, which I looked at as a mini vacation, and the loss of that week’s pay. The pay loss irked me as I’d been saving to buy a crystal circuit board, and those things were hideously expensive even for someone making a better than decent wage like I was. I’d also been warned not to pull shit like that again while using company equipment, or there’d be some serious-ass consequences that I really wouldn’t like. I totally believed him.
He didn’t scare me because he was my overall boss and could fire my ass in the blink of an eye with zero reason. That would suck hard as the pay and benefits of my job were awesome and I’d be hard pressed to find something as good in the private sector. I was a civilian contractor for the military, and I loved what I did as a computer engineer. I loved the high-level military clearance I got as a perk of the job even more. Finding a new job wouldn’t be hard with my rep, but it would be a pain. I’d really, really miss the big-time military clearance and all the cool shit I had easy access to.
My big boss was hard-core, career military, but that wasn’t what made me twitchy either. I had all kinds of assorted relatives that were in various branches of the military, some of them even in top-secret, super-soldier, mega-elite branches. Despite how deadly, even for an Awh’anise, that made my family, they generally didn’t scare me like my big boss.
He made me nervous because I knew he was tied to some serious off, off, off-book things that weren’t even spoken of in whispers among the military. A little poking around in files I shouldn’t have access to outlined that he did things that made some of the stuff that my relatives did in the military seem tame. Then again, I wasn’t in the loop of all the dark and dirty things that my assorted family members got into during the course of their jobs in the different branches of the military. If my big boss wanted or needed to, I was absolutely sure he could make me disappear as easy as twitching his tail.
Not that he’d be able to keep my disappearance a pure disappearance with never a trace found. As way off-book as he sometimes worked, I was stupidly well connected with the type of people who could find out exactly what happened to me and, where I was, and those people would exact revenge with extreme prejudice on my behalf if I happened to be dead in my disappearance. Tyhlian, the oldest of us triplets, was not only a Shal-hazal Litch, but also the Litch Will of his House.
You didn’t fuck with Shal-hazal if you wanted to keep on living. You most certainly didn’t screw with a Litch since the Litches were all some flavour of insane thanks to the megalomaniacs, sociopaths, and all around nasty people they shared head space with. They weren’t dangerously insane anymore thanks to the Teichle that immigrated to Awh’an, but it was still a very, very bad idea to piss off a Litch. You really didn’t want to tangle with a Shal-hazal Litch that was powerful enough to run a damn House like Tyh did.
The other three people who ran the Shal-hazal House of Heyda with Tyh were my <i>sho, sha-ter’bil </i>and <i>nebil</i>, which was something that very, very rarely happened—like freakishly rare happening. Additionally, I had at least four, maybe five other close relatives in the same House, too. I think there were some more distant relatives scattered in a few other Houses as well. My family was ridiculously abundant with Shal-hazal, something very unusual considering that Shal-hazal made up only about one percent of the general population. You didn’t get to choose to be a Shal-hazal either. You could only be born one thanks to a weird little genetic twist of DNA giving the person the mental ability of a Shal-hazal.
If anything <i>‘unfortunate’</i> were to happen to me, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that nobody in my family would give up looking for me. Given that Shal-hazal had the unique ability to actually go into your dreams and dig out information you wanted to hide—some of them not being very gentle or careful with the digging part—nothing was safe from them. If somebody would rather not share whatever a Shal-hazal wanted or needed to know, it usually didn’t end well for the one not wanting to share, and the Shal-hazal got the info they were after anyway.
Even knowing all that, my balls were a little sweaty from nervousness as I sat in front of my boss. I knew there were worse things that he could do to me than a point-blank laser pistol shot to the head. Sometimes dying was the easy way out. Depending on how large I’d fucked up, I might not rate the easy way out for being such a huge pain in somebody’s ass.
I had an idea of why I was there, but I sincerely hoped like hell that I was wrong.
I’d recently been poking around someplace I wasn’t supposed to be without being told to go stick my nose in said place. Specifically, I’d used my military clearance and my hacking skills to look into some classified Laiokian government files for Tyh’s Lor’fei, Dakvir. Dak was Laiokian as well as something a little more. That something more was the Void, and he was literally the only one in existence right now since Void babies were immediately killed on sight. Being the Void made Dak universally feared and hated by the majority of his own people, something he shared with a small minority of his people called Teichle.
Laiokians hated the Teichle so much they sometimes killed Teichle babies when they were discovered. The baby killers generally suffered nothing more than a stern talking to for what they did if the <i>“incident”</i> even made it to court. In the past, parents of Teichle babies frequently gave their children to government facilities where all kinds of horrible tests were performed on them before they were sold for profit as slaves to other worlds. The parents even knew about the activities before they sent their defenceless babies there and were totally okay with that. That boggled my mind and made me throw up a little in my mouth at the same time. Laiokians didn’t officially do that to the Teichle anymore, although according to Dak it still happened sometimes.
Like the Shal-hazal, Teichle made up a tiny fraction of the Laiokian people. Dak wanted to save as many of them as he could and give them a shot at a decent life. Since he was partner to Tyhlian, the Shal-hazal Litch Will of the House of Heyda and one of my triplet brothers, it was totally possible he could do that with the backing of the House.
Dak’s parents were Teichle, so he had a bit of a vested interest in them. Dak wanted to know where his former government had sold the Teichle from the Facility before he was involved in helping the Teichle immigrate to Awh’an under a deal he brokered between the two governments. His goal was to find them, buy or steal them from the slave-owning scum that bought them, and bring the Teichle to Awh’an where they could live as free people among others who actually wanted them around and didn’t hate them on sight just because they were Teichle.
I was one of the best hackers around, and that wasn’t bragging. Dak knew that and asked me to go digging into secret Laiokian government archives he was sure existed to find the info that the officials were insisting wasn’t there. I saw his request as something I was morally obligated to do as slavery was a huge no-no among the Awh’anise and a pretty much universally loathed practice. If we came across instances of slavery, we did our best to stamp that nastiness out if we could. Slavery was something repugnant to us freedom-loving Awh’anise.
The info Laiok said didn’t exist was there, buried deep in files, in exacting detail. The Laiokian love of precise record keeping and staggering levels of bureaucracy made tracing the pieces of shit that bought the Teichle stupidly easy once I found the right thread to start pulling on. What I found about the sales and the continuing contact between the Laiokian government and the buyers was appalling and sickening and pissed me off big time. I gave everything I found to Dak and wished him luck in getting the Teichle still out there trapped in slavery back. I figured there was going to be another influx of Teichle coming to Awh’an soon once Dak finished his mission of mercy. That could only be a good thing in my mind, and I was more than happy to help Dak however I could.
I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that I hadn’t left a trace of my activities in the Laiokian government archives, but nothing was a certainty in life, and I might’ve missed cleaning something up as I was leaving. It wouldn’t be the first time that I’d accidentally tripped a security wire while sneaking around in a classified place where I had no business being in. It hadn’t happened in years, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.
Carefully ransacking the super secret files of a government that wasn’t mine and then liberating the information I found to give it to the most hated and feared man of the government I’d taken it from wasn’t even remotely legal or sanctioned. If my little foray had been discovered by Laiok, I was in so much deep shit, I wasn’t sure that my family connections would protect me. It wouldn’t matter that I’d been trying to help end some slavery. Causing a galactic incident between currently friendly planets was damn high on the do-not-do list.
“Tohan, you’re being sent to Demmron,” said my boss as he fixed me with a stern look.
Demmron was an asteroid in an irregular orbit around a dead planet in a little travelled part of the galaxy. The remote and barren nature of the place wasn’t what made my balls try and climb up my ass and my throat go bone dry in fear. The fact that it was a penal colony reserved for the worst of the worst offenders was what scared me spitless. It was also where various governments sent <i>‘problem individuals’</i> whom they couldn’t outright kill for whatever reason. I think I’d turned myself into a <i>‘problem individual’</i> by getting that info for Dak. <i>Fuck me</i>. I’d still do it again even if I knew the price, but fuck.
Cold sweat ran down my spine, and my tail tip puffed up to at least twice its normal size in fear. I was apparently in very, very deep shit. Possibly of the never crawl-your-way-out variety. This was exactly the sort of fate-worse-than-death thing I’d been afraid my boss would do to me. <i>Shit, shit, shit</i>. I was so very screwed.
“Sir?” I asked in a voice I somehow managed to keep from trembling. Go me.
Escape plans were already running through my head at the speed of light. If they detained me right away, getting away was going to be lot harder. Not impossible though. All I’d need to do was sleep. Once asleep, I could call Moswen in my dreams and have him steal me away. He could literally take me out of a secure cell just by using dreams and pop me anywhere in any galaxy in minutes because he was a Shal-hazal Spirit and that’s what they did. He was also the Spirit Will of the same House as Tyh, so it would be stupid easy for him to do that.
Kijika, Moswen’s husband, liked me and would probably be able to convince his grandfather, the king, to give me asylum in their country, which was on a different planet in a different solar system than either Awh’an or Laiok. Gi-foeh, the planet Kijika and Moswen lived on, was a nice place even if I’d feel like I was living in the land of the giants because of how freaking tall the Vylfians were. I could deal with that though when the options were land of the giants or the toughest, meanest super-max jail I knew about.
Moswen would probably do it because we were family, and family always helped each other out. He had a really strong sense of justice though, and he might not take me away into hiding because I’d obviously done something really, really wrong to get my charming ass sentenced to Demmron. Then again, he was also extremely fair-minded and didn’t blindly follow orders. There hadn’t been a trial of any kind, not even a farcical one, that had sentenced me to Demmron, and that would really offend his sense of rightness. So maybe he would save my ass. I figured I had a fifty/fifty shot with Moswen. I was working myself into a fine bit of panic before my boss spoke again.
“Relax, Tohan. You’re not being sent there as punishment,” he said, a tiny smile ticking up one corner of his mouth. He’d obviously intended to scare the crap out of me and was highly amused at my reaction. Asshole. “Or because of any of your extra-curricular activities.”
Oh yeah, he knew about my little tour through Laiok’s classified and not-supposed-to-exist files. But if he wasn’t going to string me up by my balls for that little search and retrieve mission—done without approval, even if it was to save lives and end slavery for some people—I wasn’t going to open my mouth to try to defend what I’d done. Admit nothing even when they caught you with the stuff you were stealing nestled snugly in your sweaty little hands.
“The government of Daquan wants to hire you to find and fix a problem they’re having with the computer system on Demmron. Since the asteroid is within their territory, they’re responsible for overseeing the facility and any problems therein. It appears that the shuttle and security system is being hacked by some of the prisoners on the ground, but they can’t figure out how. So far, two shuttles have managed to leave the asteroid without permission. They were blown out of the sky by the automated security system orbiting the asteroid before the shuttles managed to reach escape velocity, but the second ship got significantly further than the first before the security system blew it to pieces. That smells like the system is being tested. The Daquan government thinks that in addition to the shuttles being cleared for lift off and not triggering the auto defenses on the ground, whomever was in the ship was somehow linking the ground to the ship and working to hack the secondary defenses in orbit by using the shuttle as a way point before the shuttle got blown out of the sky.”
I nodded. That made sense. That also meant there were some real brains and a shitload of determination behind this effort. Everybody who was stuck on the asteroid wanted off it, but not everybody who was there had the brains, power, and drive to make the attempt especially when the attempts would most likely end up with the person flying the shuttle getting vaporized until the override for the security systems was found and triggered. To have people willing to die for the one behind the attempts was very troubling when talking about the type of criminals or <i>‘problem individuals’</i> who had been sentenced to one of the harshest prisons in the galaxy. That sort of devotion smacked of fanatical fervor and was scary as fuck. Those people would do absolutely anything for the one they’d given their devotion, no questions asked. Any of those criminals escaping would be epically bad for all kinds of people, not just the ones that had caused the criminals to be sent to Demmron in the first place.
A more unpleasant and frightening possibility was that the pilots of the shuttles hadn’t been <i>willing</i> to risk their lives but were forced into doing it somehow. Sure, everybody and their pet <i>cetr’ide</i> knew about space travel. Many of them had probably even flown to other planets. That didn’t mean everybody who’d been on a space ship knew how to fly one. That was a highly specialized skill set even with all the things that were computer controlled on a ship. Most people wouldn’t have the faintest idea of how to start up a ship never mind take off and fly it into the great beyond. I was amaze-balls with computers, but I couldn’t fly my way out of a wet paper bag without a shit-ton of luck.
I didn’t doubt for one second that there were people on Demmron who knew how to fly a space ship. Where else would you put dangerous space pirates but in a super-max that was known for blowing up unauthorized ships in their air space without warning? I was also sure that everybody on Demmron knew that to try to leave without the proper codes meant your ass would be vaporized without giving you the chance to turn back. I couldn’t see any but the most fanatical of fanatics going that route, and the typical pirate didn’t strike me as the true believer kind.
“Why hire me? Yeah, I’m a very, very good computer engineer. The best here on Awh’an and probably the best on several other planets. Daquan has top notch engineers, and they’re recognized across several galaxy for their skills in both hardware and software design. Hell, there’re several Daquan engineers that I admire for their elegant coding. Why not send one of their own people to fix the problem?”
My boss snorted softly, amusement in his eyes. “You might want to tone down the ego a tad, Tohan.”
I shrugged. “I’m the best. You know it. I know it. Several governments on other planets know it. That’s not ego, it’s fact. It’s probably why Daquan wants to hire me. Still doesn’t entirely explain why they wouldn’t send their own people who are acknowledged as tops in their field and who’d be familiar with the systems to fix the issue. They should have no problem finding home-grown talent to handle the attack to their system. Probably be a hell of a lot cheaper than hiring me, too, if they went with their own people.”
My boss sighed and got serious again. Crap. I wasn’t going to like whatever he was about to tell me.
“They did send their own people. Some of their brightest. More than once, too. According to the incident reports, the most recent crew lasted a whopping four days before they were taken hostage, tortured, and killed. Daquan thinks that part of the reason the last shuttle got as far as it did was because of the intel squeezed out of the poor bastards tortured to death.”
“Well, fuck,” I said with a heavy sigh. Things were beginning to make total sense to me now. “Here’s your new assignment, Tohan. By the way, you’ll probably be brutally tortured to death to help violent, sociopathic criminals escape a prison they’ve been rightly sentenced to. Have fun and watch your tail.”
My boss gave another amused snort before turning serious again.
“There is an element of danger, yes. But, Daquan has researched us as a people, and you specifically for this job. They need somebody highly skilled in computer engineering who can think outside of the lines and can also handle himself in a fight or a tight situation that turns violent. They know of your Shal-hazal connections and that if you found yourself compromised and about to be tortured like the previous crews, you’d have a virtually unstoppable escape route through Shal-hazal Spirit Will Moswen or one of the other Spirits of his House. They don’t want to hire a Spirit to safeguard their own people when they can basically get one for free with you because they know, given the chance, your family will save your ass if you call for help. I don’t think I need to remind you how costly it is to hire a Shal-hazal.”
Okay, that was a totally valid point and made a lot of sense from a cash-saving point of view. One of the biggest exports of Awh’an was soldiers or mercenaries. We were well known across several galaxies as an extremely aggressive, violent species that excelled at combat and could even be said to lust after it. It was frequently said by other species that one Awh’anise soldier was worth six regular soldiers. Military service is mandatory for one year, and many choose to stay in the military because it fulfills a desire for higher than normal violence levels in an acceptable way with good pay. Shal-hazal, a highly specialized branch of the military, could be hired by anybody who had the cash to do it although one must to be seriously rich to hire just one Shal-hazal—like emperor-of-a-country rich to hire one.
Shal-hazal were staggeringly expensive to hire because of what they could do. Usually, countries trying for a coup or to quell a hostile invasion hired a couple of Shal-hazal to do the work that would normally be next to impossible for several teams of highly trained soldiers in a precision timed attack. When you had an individual who could literally pop out of thin air, scoop up the target, and leave the same way in the amount of time it took to draw two breaths or simply invade a target’s dreams, absorb their mind, and leave the body to die while retaining all the intel, yeah, you were going to be paying serious cash for that kind of talent.
I’d done my service, but the military life as a soldier wasn’t one for me. I wasn’t all that keen on the rules and regulations that’d been forced on me as a soldier. I understood the reasons for those rules and regulations and followed them while I was a soldier, but it wasn’t a situation that was compatible with my personality. I had a little too much of that outside-of-the-lines thinking to make a good soldier though I was a decent fighter made better by the training. I could certainly hold my own with another typical Awh’anise. That translated into being a damn good fighter who was above average when compared to most other species. With that in mind, my skills as a computer engineer and my connections to powerful Shal-hazal, I could totally see where Daquan was going with the idea of hiring me even if I thought there were some serious flaws in their plan.
“So, I’ll be heading up a team and be responsible for their safety on this job? Gotta say that plan seems destined to fail, and I hate starting out on the losing end of the game. I can watch out for my own ass, but I can’t watch out for a bunch of other people at the same time and be expected to keep them all safe and in one piece, too—especially if they’re shit fighters. Most non-Awh’anise I’ve met are useless unless they’ve had intensive training. Just to be clear, if things went sideways and I yelled for help, Moswen or whoever he sends likely wouldn’t save anyone but me either. Him or another Shal-hazal Spirit saving me isn’t a given either. Probable, but not a for sure thing.”
“No team. Just you. The larger teams they sent in were either picked off one by one or captured as a group. The thought right now is that one person going in with one of their security people has a better chance of going relatively unnoticed than a half dozen engineers with another half dozen soldiers standing at the ready. I agree with that. It makes better tactical sense to send in as small a team as possible, do the work, and get the hell out before the natives really know what’s going on. I did try to talk them into hiring at least one of our regular soldiers to go with you as part of your security detail, but they want one of their own shadowing you and to keep the party as small as possible. As I mentioned, they researched you and don’t want you strolling off with any sensitive data they’d prefer to keep to themselves.”
I couldn’t help the grin at that. I’d be a stone cold liar if I said the thought of keeping a little info in my personal files after the job was complete wouldn’t happen. I’d always be a hacker first and a computer engineer second. Not that I’d do anything with the files I managed to liberate. It would be more of a trophy thing than something to take for profit. I wasn’t a criminal. The thing with Dak and those files I got for him was something completely different. While I guess it technically was a criminal thing that I did for Dak, I didn’t make any money off stealing the files for him, and the idea of making any money off that information was sickening.
“How would this security person know what I may or may not slip onto a data stick? Your typical soldier doesn’t know much about computers beyond where the on button is and how to find the kinkiest porn out there. I highly doubt they’d realize the value of a string of code that may or may not find its way to a data stick or that I’d commit to memory if I’m really working my programming awesomeness. I doubt the average soldier would even catch me copying shit onto a data stick in the first place. He or she could watch me vigilantly for hours but most of what I’d be doing would likely mean nothing to him or her and be very, very boring unless he or she understood code.
“Also, Daquan does realize that with just me working the problem, it’ll take longer than if I had help, right? Not saying I can’t do it by myself, but I sorta got the idea that this is a time sensitive thing. I can only work so fast, and there are only so many hours in the day. That might shave things awfully close on shutting down whoever is behind the escape attempts, especially if they got significantly closer with the last try.”
My boss grinned at me, his look reeking of triumph. It was actually a touch unsettling to see that expression on his face. I kinda felt like I was being set up for something, but that it would be something I’d find almost impossible to refuse. What the hell did they think they could offer me that I couldn’t get on my own or just say a big fat nope to? I wasn’t super materialistic, and my needs were actually pretty simple, crystal circuit boards aside. I was stumped.
I belatedly remembered that my government got a nice little commission fee for loaning me out to others. Going by the shit-eating grin I was seeing, that commission had to be a very fat one for this job, and one my boss was absolutely sure I was going to say yes to it. I was both curious and wary at the same time.
“They’ll send one of their cyborgs with you as your shield and their security measure if you take the job.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and excitement zinged through me so fast I felt a touch lightheaded. I was fascinated and maybe even a little bit obsessed with cyborgs. Daquan cyborgs were perfection and the sort of cyborgs that all others aspired to be but always fell woefully short of. I’d read everything I’d been able to get my hands on about the cyborgs of Daquan. They were utterly elegant works of form and function, a gorgeous marriage of organic, mechanical, and electronic parts. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I got hard thinking of the complete beauty of them. The very idea of actually touching one and running my hands over the marvel that they were shoved my lust through the roof. If I was one hundred percent honest I probably had a fetish for them. They were, by far, the most advanced cyborgs I knew about, and finding out anything beyond what was available to the public was pretty much mission impossible.
Daquan rabidly guarded the secret of how they created such perfect organic machines. The files, aside from being top secret, were held in an impenetrable vault, in a deep underground lab at a high-security military base. The computers and servers that held all the info on the cyborgs were on a closed system that had no outside connection. You had to physically be in the room to access the data, and even then, you needed to provide biometric data as the security passcodes to access anything. Even the power plant that ran the computers and servers was in the vault itself making it a truly tech island unto itself.
Not that I knew any of that because I’d tried multiple times to break into their data files without success.
My boss pushed a data pad across his desk. “Everything that’s been tried to solve the security problem is on that data pad. There’s also a brief on the cyborg included in the file. Be careful, Tohan. They investigated the fuck out of you before they approached us to hire you. I’m one hundred and fifty percent sure that they decided to send a cyborg with you because of your interest in them, and that they knew it would sweeten a dangerous deal for you to agree to do the job. I believe they know throwing money at you wouldn’t be an incentive given your family connections. They even knew that you’re allowed to refuse any contract you want that’s outside of Awh’anise interests, which this problem certainly is. They were extremely thorough, and they want you on this badly.”
That seemed like a reasonable assumption. It was no secret that I found organic/mechanical creations fascinating. Hell, I’d done my doctoral thesis on the applications and morality of cybernetics and how it held the possibility of changing species forever, be that good or bad. I’d have loved to have been involved in the study and application of cybernetics, but I was weak as hell on the biology end of things and understood my limitations. I could’ve still worked on the hardware side of things, but I’d have wanted to be involved in all aspects because they fascinated me so damn much. The money thing... Well Moswen was married to an honest to gods prince, so if I really, really needed cash for something huge, it wouldn’t be that big a deal to beg some off Kijika. He was cool like that.
I opened the file on the data pad and skimmed the reports on what had been done to try to fix the security breach. I wasn’t absorbing everything in the quick read and would need to take the time to go through the reports in depth to understand fully what had been tried. It appeared that the teams sent previously had been competent and methodical in their approach from the bits and pieces I did pick up. That they hadn’t solved the problem or gotten very far in finding the breach, limited time or not, was not good. Somebody was covering their tracks as they worked to break the codes. That complicated things but didn’t make it impossible. I was a little intrigued now, but not to the point of saying yes to the job.
I closed that folder and opened the one titled Warrick-cyborg, anticipation making me almost giddy. My cock jumped to attention so fast it was a wonder I didn’t pass out from the massive blood rush to my dick at seeing the picture on the screen. <i>Damn</i>. I was staring at a truly magnificent work of art. A tiny growl of want trickled from my throat as erotic thoughts speared through my brain on their way to settle with aching need in my balls. Daquan had more than done their homework on me and what pushed my buttons hard.
I was seen as a little weird by most Awh’anise because I was only attracted to males. As a species that was predominately bi-sexual, preferring only one sex was a very minority thing. The most beautiful female in existence could prance around naked in front of me while we were both caught in the midst of our breeding cycles, and there wouldn’t be so much as the barest twitch of interest from my cock. I could certainly appreciate the beauty of the female form, but it had never aroused me.
The man in the picture was hotness incarnate and so fucking sexy that my cock was actually starting to throb in time with my heartbeat. His face was utterly gorgeous with a full, almost pouty bottom lip that—and I was willing to bet every last crystal circuit board I owned—would look and feel fantastic wrapped around my cock. His eyes had a come-fuck-me quality to them that I really wanted to take him up on. The picture wasn’t clear enough to make out the exact colour of his eyes despite my abusing the zoom function of the data pad. His eyes caught the light oddly in the photo making them almost appear jewel-like and gold in colour. He had dark purple hair, which was my favourite colour, and it fell in loose waves a little past his shoulders. I wanted to run my fingers through it as I kissed him senseless. His skin, what I could see that wasn’t covered by the short jacket he was wearing, was white as paper, utterly blemish free, and desperately in need of licking by me. He looked to be in his mid-twenties but his actual age could be anything as cyborgs apparently aged differently than regular people from what I’d been able to learn.
His mechanical body, what I could see of it beyond the short jacket he was wearing, was a thing of beauty. The design was sleek and functional while still staying true to the ideal for many bipedal species. The metal was gold in colour, and it seemed like there was subtle gold striping of the metal. It actually reminded me a little of the Throw-back striping Moswen had on his skin, which I’d always thought was pretty fucking cool looking. Warrick looked like somebody had checked off all the boxes of qualities that I found attractive, handed the paperwork to the cyborg scientists, and said, “Make this so we can trip all of Tohan’s sexual triggers at once and get him to agree to anything we want.”
Given the effort Daquan had put into checking me out and tailoring their offer to make it nearly impossible to resist, I was willing to bet Warrick was going to have some rather interesting optional parts included in his mission satchel as well. Aside from having a rep as an aggressive and violent species, Awh’anise were also widely known to have stupidly high sex drives. We would fuck any time, anywhere, and did it with a frequency that often had other species raising eyebrows. We weren’t quite ruled by our need for sex, but it was a huge drive that we tended to indulge a lot.
Daquan cyborgs were primarily soldiers and bodyguards. If you had the cash to afford one, you could apparently also request a few of the more fun options to be included in your package. Or so the rumours said. A giddy rush of excitement hit me when I realized that Daquan had likely shown a picture of me to Warrick along with my stats, asked him if he found me sexually attractive, and asked if he would have sex with me as it was pretty much a given that I’d ask him to fuck during our time together given my obsession over cyborgs. He had to have said yes if he was the cyborg going into hell with me. Not that sex was a must, but it would be an amazingly sweet bonus if that was part of what was offered, which I was damn sure was.
“So I’m guessing by your reaction to the cyborg that you’ll take the job,” my boss said with a smirk.
“I could be intrigued by the puzzle of figuring out the security leak,” I said as I continued to stare at the picture of Warrick and resisted the temptation of kneading my aching cock.
“You likely are. But I doubt you get as aroused as you are right now by the thought of solving some intricate computer puzzle. One look at the picture, and you damn near reek of lust. The cyborg has you by the cock, and you haven’t even seen him in person yet. Do you even know if anything sexual is possible with one? Do they even know what sex is?”
“Yeah, it’s totally possible. I’ve heard that they can come with optional parts that allow for that. Their brain is organic, and that’s where sexuality and arousal stems from, so yeah, they know what sex is and, I believe, can feel the desire for it just like any other organic being. I want the job,” I said as I closed the enticing folder with the hotter than hot picture of Warrick. I was going to be jacking off like crazy to that picture of Warrick later.
“One of our space ships will take you to Daquan. From there, you’ll pick up the cyborg and board one of the registered shuttles that is allowed to land on Demmron. You leave tomorrow morning. I’d also suggest you give whatever family member you need to a heads up about this job just in case it turns into a shit-show and you need to get your ass out of there an hour ago.”
I nodded and stood. Even without being told to loop in certain members of my family, I’d have done it. The job I’d just agreed to was dangerous as fuck, and it would be seven kinds of stupid to walk my sweet ass into that situation without having some kind of backup plan already in place. I wasn’t a genius, but I also wasn’t an idiot. Contingency planning would only help in keeping my ass in one piece.
“One more thing, Tohan.”
“Don’t go wandering through any more foreign government files using government property unless we tell you to. There are forms to fill out and sub-committees that need to approve of that shit before any of it can happen. The next time you find yourself in need of confirmation of facts, come see me first, and I’ll cut through the crap for you if you can prove that the matter is both serious and urgent. Clear?”
I licked my lips nervously and nodded. That was a don’t-fuck-around-or-you’re-dead voice if I’d ever heard one. There was no question in my mind now that he knew exactly what I’d been up to, what I’d borrowed-without-asking, and whom I’d given the information to. I’d take the warning to heart because I highly doubted I’d get another one.
“Crystal, sir. Thank you, sir. I’ll hand off what I was working on to one of the programmers I’ve been training. I was close to being done anyway, and she shouldn’t have any problem handling the last few details. Would it be a problem with Daquan if I could get a Shal-hazal Spirit to ferry me to their jump off point? It’d shave days off my initial travel time and get me working on the solution to their problem that much sooner.”
My boss snickered. “You mean get you face-to-face with your new bit of jerk-off obsession that much faster? No, I don’t think they’ll have a problem with that. I’ll let them know that you may be able to start sooner than anticipated. Watch your tail while you’re there, Tohan. I’d hate to lose my best hacker—excuse me, computer engineer—because he was careless and paying more attention to his protection’s ass than his own.”
“I’ll be watching both our asses. I’m not into dying just yet. Definitely not into dying before checking out just what sort of options package Warrick has been given for this job.”
My boss waved me off with a laugh, and I left his office, the data pad gripped firmly in my hands. I had a staff member to brief, bags to pack, and a favour to wheedle out of family. Hopefully, I could abuse my connections to powerful people and get to see Warrick sooner rather than later. If the gods favoured me, that might even translate into wriggling into his bed earlier than if I were to travel by space ship. I grinned in excitement. What I was about to do was incredibly dangerous, but the rewards had the possibility of blowing my freaking mind with their awesomeness. I could hardly wait.
My steps faltered a bit at the thought that I wasn’t sure if Effie was still at my place. I hadn’t seen him this morning, but that didn’t mean anything. He’d crawled into bed with me late last night, draping himself over my back and hugging me tight. Despite the AC being cranked to deep freezer cold to deal with the heat and humidity of summer on Awh’an, it took very little time before I was sweating my nuts off from the heat Effie was generating. He was going to be pissed at me for leaving. Stars knew why, but he had big time separation issues. A pissed off <i>hy’prae<i> was <i>not</i> something you wanted to be anywhere near, and Effie was a <i>hy’prae</i>.
A typical <i>hy’prae</i> stands about knee-high on an average adult male and weighs roughly fifty pounds. With eight legs and six eyes, long, thin fangs that inject a paralytic/numbing toxin into their prey, a very much not-picky appetite, as well as a totally true rep for being extremely aggressive to the point of deadly if they decide they don’t like you, people tended to stay as far away from a <i>hy’prae</i> as possible. You didn’t mess with one unless you had a death wish because they were highly unpredictable and very frequently deadly.
<i>Hy’prae</i> were wild animals and utterly refused to be domesticated even if you somehow managed to get one that was only hours old and tried to raise it yourself. To the best of my knowledge, that had never ended well for one of the individuals, usually the dumb-ass Awh’anise who thought their try at making a <i>hy’prae</i> a pet would be different from every other fatal time it had been tried. A <i>hy’prae</i> sometimes choose to be around an individual for reasons that were a total mystery as far as I knew. Best guess was that they were simply curious.
I groaned softly. I was going to have to get somebody to check on Effie and my place for me, and the only one that I knew that Effie liked aside from myself was Kushaiah. Unfortunately, Kushaiah, didn’t share the love with Effie. At all. He was actually kinda afraid of and creeped out by Effie. I could sort of see Kushaiah’s thoughts on them given what a <i>hy’prae</i> was known for even if Effie had never done a single aggressive thing to Kushaiah.
I was pretty sure Effie knew Kushaiah was afraid of him. Effie frequently tried to crawl into Kushaiah’s lap because sometimes Effie was just an asshole like that. Effie had been hanging around me for the better part of a year and didn’t show any signs of getting bored with my company and wandering off to find somebody or something new. The few times I’d gone somewhere he couldn’t join me when he wanted to, well, that’s how I found out about his separation issues. Little bastard trashed my apartment and damn near killed the manager when she entered to check on the noise complaint from my neighbours.
Effie could open windows and doors just fine as long as they weren’t locked, although to be fair, I wasn’t one hundred convinced that he couldn’t open a locked door if he really tried. He could come and go as he pleased from my apartment as I always left a window unlocked for him. I didn’t really have to worry about other unexpected guests through the window. If somebody was crazy enough to scale nine floors to reach my place, then they deserved whatever they could steal from me. Of course, if they ran into Effie once they got in, my problem wouldn’t be filing an insurance claim and making a police report but figuring out how to get blood and guts out of my carpets and off the walls once Effie was done with the burglar. Effie sometime liked to play with his food, and that was just gross to watch.
Effie didn’t always close the window behind himself even though I’d taught him to do it. He knew he was supposed to close it after getting in, too. I think he sometimes did it to see me lose my shit when I came home to find the window wide open and my power bill wince-worthy because he really was an asshole at times. Asshole behaviour aside, I really liked Effie a lot. Maybe I’d even go so far as to say I loved him. I’d never say that to him though. He was territorial and possessive enough as it was, and I was utterly convinced that he understood the concept of love. I was pretty sure he loved me because he would frequently bring me “gifts”, and I knew he’d protect me even if it cost him his life. I think he was working some weird sort of you-saved-my-life-so-it-belongs-to-you thing. At least that was my best guess of why he was with me.
Kushaiah was a really nice guy and partnered with my half-brothers, Makis and Mered. Even with that family connection it would be a really tough sell to get him to check in on Effie because he was that twitchy around him. <i>Damn<i>. I shrugged. I’d figure it out somehow. I always did.
Sha-ter’bil: half-blood, shared father sibling (brother/sister)
Nebil: aunt/uncle through father/mother (full-blood relation)
Cetr’ide: Literal translation is ugly friend of many legs. Dangerous looking but harmless animal. Sixteen stocky legs and coarse bristles cover its entire body. It has two pincers at the ends of its foremost legs and each leg is approximately the thickness of an adult male’s thigh. Mandibles around its mouth are approximately ten inches long each. Down the backs of its legs are suckers, and it has a heavy club-like tail. It stands approximately mid-thigh on an adult male and has six eyes on its head. It eats the vines of the gesh-ta’ne, grasping the vines with its suckers. The black drool it produces dissolves the tough vines and renders the mildly paralytic poison of the vines inert.
They are not bright animals, and even wild ones can be approached and petted easily. They are often kept as pets because once a cetr’ide claims a home, it screams at ear piercing volume if its home is invaded.
Hy’prae: Spider-like creature with eight legs and six eyes standing approximately knee-high on an adult male and weighing roughly fifty pounds. They have long, thin fangs that inject a paralytic/numbing toxin into their prey. They are typically purple-black in colour with a coarse, hairy coat of the same colour tipped in dark green over their back. They can move quickly over short distances or walk at a slow pace for days on end without needing rest.
They are web-builders as well as opportunistic ambush predators. If particularly hungry they will also actively stalk prey and have been known to track prey patiently for hours. They will eat whatever they can catch and will take down prey larger than themselves. They are mostly solitary but some will form partnerships or groups either short or long term although the exact reasons for a grouping is not fully known/understood.
Hy’prae are highly intelligent with complex puzzle/logic solving capabilities. If one finds another species interesting, it will stay with that species of its own free-will for an indeterminate amount of time ranging from a few hours to days, weeks, or even years. They are highly prized as companion animals, however; they cannot be forced into the relationship and must want it themselves. They will become extremely aggressive and even deadly if forced to stay or be in contact with someone they don’t like or want to be around. By the same token, they can take an immediate dislike to a person and will attack until they or the person is dead.
This sci-fi fic by ID Locke began last year and tells the story of Tohan, a brilliant engineer- and hacker- who has been hired to fix a computer program breach on a super max prison asteroid. Even if his cyborg bodyguard, Warrick, is a perk of the job, not everything is as it seems, and if he doesn't figure it all out soon enough, both he and Warrick will pay the price.
(The most recent chapter is available at our Patreon and will post here a few weeks after.)