Capítulo 15: Chapter 15
CW: Nudity and horny thoughts.
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The two returned to the research base in silence, Chris a couple of steps ahead, not thinking about whether he was walking in the right direction or not. He just strolled forward through the forest, away from the waterfall. Tau fell a little behind, wrapping the doctor's projection and transferring the conversation to his earpiece, and quietly discussing with her the further development of events and the plan of action.
Chris could barely hear a quiet murmur, and he did not want to hear what scientific terms they called his condition and all the chemical compounds injected into his blood by his pituitary gland that provoked this condition. He wanted to hear the sound of water rushing into the lake again and the rustle of stones under his feet. Perhaps those sounds could drown out the ringing in his ears, and the chilly water could cool his hot skin. But most of all he wanted the memories of that wild, but calm, piece of nature to be able to fill all his thoughts and supplant the sensation making its way into his insides, growing in with prickly frost, which seemed to feel like the armor erected by Chris around his soul, had suddenly cracked. The feeling he learned to suppress, drove away from his head, which he thought he overcame.
A forgotten, aching feeling throbbing under his ribs and pulsating in the very center of his abdomen, as if some part of him had separated itself from his body, abandoned him, and now he won't be able to exist and function normally without it. Incomplete, defective. And a tearing, devouring desire to find it – the missing part: not an arm, not a leg, but a soul mate, find it by all means, and melt in it, swim in a seething stream into familiar waters and stay there, resting in someone. Stop being his self and let someone's current carry him and heal this pain of loss, fill in the gaping chasm that was spreading wider and wider inside.
He clenched his fists tightly, digging his nails into flesh until he felt real physical pain. Not so strong, but enough to dispel this hormonal delirium for a few minutes. This is all illusory, phantom, immediately losing its form and power as soon as he realized it.
"... is? ..."
It is stronger again, but Chris knows how to resist it. Just let them get to the base, get to his room and work hard on taming the beast!
"Chris!"
Chris shuddered and froze on the spot, looking up. He did not even notice that, all this time he was walking with his gaze buried in the ground under his feet, he was steadily following the serpentine roots thrown by the local trees to the surface. Incredibly, they led him to the walls of the Hinchinbrook research center, but only to the back wall, at which he was now standing and staring, slowly regaining consciousness. Turning his head to the right, he noticed the zirka's anxious look. Tau did not say anything, for which Chris was grateful, but simply walked by, towards the front door of the building. Chris looked around a couple more times and followed.
Reaching the staircase, Erzketau said without looking back, "We go straight to the examination room, we'll rinse there, and then examine you. It needs to be done as soon as possible."
They went into the only laboratory that had nothing to do with the Reef, but rather served as a medical compartment, although it was furnished much more seriously than a simple examination or dressing room. On an area of about 300 square feet there were all kinds of scanners, manipulators and equipment, a transforming couch for examinations and rehabilitation, and even an operating table with a multi-eyed lamp. Other doors led from the hall; one to the sanitary compartment and another to the refrigeration compartment, where substances, reagents and other mixtures that required special conditions of detention were stored.
Chris walked to the row of shower counters behind the first door, quickly undressed and just as quickly washed for examination. He did everything automatically, still faintly realizing what's happening to him, as though someone thoroughly vacuumed in his head and rearranged all the furniture so that he could not immediately figure out where to look for the necessary thoughts and words.
True, when he turned around and saw Tau in front of him, holding out a towel and intending to take a shower as well, wash off the lake water and forest dust, everything began to return to normal. Chris suddenly realized why they had come here. That, apparently, just knowing the composition of his blood in this case would not be enough, that it would be a scan and contact examination, and that this would be the first time that this would be done by this very zirka, all dressed up in his white armor.
Not that it was a reason to blush; he's been through so many examinations just like any boy of the M-generation. In the end, the aforementioned zirka performed a surgery on him and had the honor of observing Chris in the most disassembled state and poking deeper into his body than any other specialist had. However, for some reason, the realization that he would have to sit in that very examination chair in the immediate vicinity and visibility of this particular supervisor, right now, slightly accelerated the young man's pulse.
He watched from the door as the zirka was launching and adjusting the scanning surfaces and arranging them around the transforming couch, and pulling on gloves. This got Chris covered with goosebumps from head to toe instantly and unexpectedly. Oh, what a fool he is! What's the big deal if this wicked lizard will touch him? This oddish zirka which no-one knows what he is thinking in his head. Mocking Chris in front of the whole group of his classmates, and praising him in front of the colleagues. One moment freezing him out with a black stare, and then walking around the forest with his bare bottom... Giving himself an imaginary slap for an unreasonable neurosis, he thrust a towel into the dryer and walked forward as soon as the zirka turned around, ready to proceed.
"The structure is not changed, the contours are clear, the visibility of the tissues is at a high level, the endometrium is moderately loose, the right ovary is enlarged by ten percent."
The deep pelvic scanning program left Tau satisfied. Whatever is happening to Chris, it is not associated with disorders and pathologies. Preliminary tests and an ultrasound indicated that the ovary actually released an egg. He took a quick glance at Chris, who was lying calmly under the panels. The tensed muscles in his neck and jaw suggested that the young man was holding back hard to look as serene as possible, but Tau knew all too well what was happening to him at the moment.
Right now he is experiencing the usual discomfort dictated by the human set of ovulatory hormones. Today they have reached their peak, which has entailed a typical and normal, from the point of view of human physiology, stage of the reproductive cycle, albeit a late one. Be that as it may, in all the operated patients, the modules took root and the eggs developed normally, but they could only be released under the hormone attack procedure during the egg collection for the IVF.
However, the concept underlying the design of the uteruses was based on the principle of the ovaries of the Zirkaazte race, the females of which could independently influence the release of eggs under certain and, so to speak, favorable conditions. The hormones secreted by their ovaries contributed to the maturation of cells and their content in natural suspended animation until the time when the carrier is ready to embark on the path of motherhood. Of course, such a mechanism was not established in carriers from the very first ovulation, but for the Zirkaazte it was a natural process that in most cases did not cause any difficulties.
Though, such a spontaneous event, which caught Tau and Chris in a distant scientific base, promised to result in another problem. For about a day, Chris will be fine, and he will not feel anything that he did not encounter when he first began to deal with the hormonal waves. Then, the algorithms embedded in his body by a half-Zirkan organ will come into play. Algorithms, the main goal of which is to complete what was initiated. Of course, this state will not last longer than five days as long as the cell is alive, but the bioengineers do not possess an accurate forecast of how high the concentration of new hormones will be achieved, and how strongly it will affect the behavioral responses.
Sighing softly, he pushed away the scanning panels, touched the display of the examination table, setting it to chair mode. Chris exhaled noisily, placing his hands more comfortably, making an extra effort to relax his fingers, which were trying to grab a death grip on the edges of the armrests. This examination did not prescribe total nudity, but he simply did not see the point in covering up after a shower. He was told "It needs to be done ASAP", so there was no need to waste time on trifles.
Chris couldn't see what the zirka was doing, simply because he wasn't looking, but he couldn't help but shrink inwardly when he heard "Try to relax," and felt the cool touch of lubricated fingers on his anus.
The muscles clenched once, most likely in response to the cold, and let Tau's fingers in. Tau did not sense any deviations while pushing forward, well, there shouldn't have been any; the interior tissues were elastic, smooth, and no formations were felt. Chris drew in a sharp breath as Tau pressed a bit more trying to reach the uterine sphincter. He carefully circled the tightened entrance, checking the condition and tone, clenching his jaw with all his might and concentrated on the examination, not on the object.
It took a tremendous effort for him to look at Chris as at his patient. He tried very hard to detach himself from the situation using a wall of professionalism. But all he saw was a young man gasping convulsively, clutching the armrest with one hand, and grabbing onto his mouth with the other. He saw a smooth chest tinted a light bronze during their vacation, saturated with the southern hemisphere sunlight and was rising and falling so rigidly as if Chris wanted to breathe in all the air around him. All he heard was a human heart beating loudly and fast, choking with ecstasy. He felt how the young man's whole insides throbbed from his manipulations, and felt strong thighs squeezing him, trembling and pressing Tau's sides harder with each touch. All Tau observed was Chris – aroused to the most extreme level, hard and ready, and in a critical accessibility.
Yes, he knew it would be like that. The cervix of the implanted uterus was very different, not only in structure, but also in sensitivity. This was probably one of the most powerful erogenous zones in female zirks. In addition, the uterus modules were inserted just above the prostate, which contributed to the sensations received from physical contact. However, just in case, it was worth checking the guess, and not just indulge in wishful thinking.
He stopped manipulating, unclenched his teeth and, awkwardly wielding his parched tongue, asked, "Does it hurt?"
Chris was shaken by a short and slightly hysterical laugh. He removed his hand from his lips, stared into Tau's eyes and grinned. "Are you joking? I'm on top of bliss right now!"
As if confirming his statement, he pointed to his groin with his palm, where Tau tried not to look, so as not to give a chance for dirty pictures to swarm in his head, clouding his medical vision.
Chris added, "I've got to hand it to you, Professor; Madame has never gotten me so close to the edge during our sessions!"
It was not entirely clear what was more apparent in his tone: sarcasm or annoyance? But after this brief dialogue, Chris relaxed and returned his legs to the chair.
Giving himself a mental shake, Tau continued. With his other hand, very gently, trying not to touch the rebellious flesh of the young man, he pressed on the abdomen covered with soft hairs, to the left and right, moving the ovaries towards the fingers of the hand that remained inside. Yes, indeed, the right one was just a little larger and denser. Exhaling with relief, Tau pulled out his fingers, threw the gloves into the disposer, quickly ran his hand over his upper lip, removing perspiration, and moved the chair to a lower position so Chris could get up, which the latter hastened to do, and briskly walked straight to the showers again. While he was there, both men were able to put their thoughts into some sort of order.
Erzketau tried with all his might to banish from his memory the images of the young man fidgeting on a chair, holding back the moans that were about to break out, but yet unable to cut off his body's reactions to the touch. Unfortunately, he realized that nothing would come of it. Madame wished him good luck on the phone, as he himself was abandoned to cope with the situation, but before saying goodbye, she dared to envy him, because "it is not at all necessary to cope with it, since such a gorgeous chance has arrived to succumb to it."
Chris stood under the cold torrents of the shower, his forehead against the wall, until the water washed away the tactile memory from his body, where Tau's gloved hands had touched him. And until he managed to shake out of his head the thoughts that wandered in there, about how those cool palms with no gloves would feel on his burning cheeks, shoulders, and hips...
Turning off the water, he slowly wiped himself off, took the clothes that were thrown in random places, and carefully, button by button, put them on, steadying his breathing, and only then he left the showers.
Tau was sitting at one of the tables, his arms spread wide on the surface, and looking out the window. Chris walked to him, followed by a humming smart cleaner, and sat down in the chair across from the zirka.
"What do you say, doctor, is the patient rather alive or dead?" The "patient" joked deliberately in a business-like manner.
"Describe your condition to me," Tau demanded.
Chris lowered his head and rounded his shoulders, not trying to hide how much he did not want to do this.
"This is not a task to skip, Chris," said Tau quietly, trying to catch the escaping look of the young man. "The sooner you get it out, the more accurately you will be able to describe all the sensations while you are still experiencing them, because tomorrow you can ... you will experience a different palette of feelings, not to mention the day after tomorrow." He paused while Chris took a deep breath, as if to start talking as it seemed to the zirka, but since he didn't make a sound immediately, nor after five seconds, Tau continued. "You can, as always, just write them down in your mood-diary, but the vocal explanation always gives a fuller understanding to both the speaker and the listener."
He also wanted to add that Chris could, in the end, do it via video call with Madame, as he always used to do, but at that moment, the young man spoke.
"I feel like I'm fourteen again and it's hitting me for the first time. I feel the same as when I have the usual wave, but it's hitting worse, as if I've lost control and keep losing it. I swear that it was almost great yesterday, and all the days before! I did my trainings and it subsided, but today... the very second Ma'am said what's happening, I felt this wave become stronger and more powerful, and slightly off. It resonates with something deep inside my body, and..." He fell silent for a couple of moments, unconsciously touching the area under the solar plexus, "the thing that freaks me out the most is not the feeling itself, but the fear that I forgot how to tame it, and can't win control again. That's what unsettles me." He paused, wishing more than anything in the world to be left alone, insert some Zen into his ears, and repair whatever has been broken inside him.
Perhaps a day to switch the algorithms was too optimistic, Tau thought.
"Whether it will make you feel better or not, this is how it should be. Now everything will be a little different, not the way you are used to. But you will learn to work with this; I can guarantee that." Tau really wanted Chris to believe it. "Now go, do what needs to be done or what will distract you. Do not leave the territory. I'll be in the farm, getting ready. If you do not feel like joining me tonight, then just give me a call immediately whether you feel pain, dizziness, or any discomfort at all. If you fail to cope, I'll give you a shot of an inhibitor, this is a normal practice, but it's for you to make a choice: either you get injections and get off easily or learn to take control over this."
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Chris spent it in his time until evening in his room, meditating on the balcony, then in a warm bath. He tried to read, but realized that no matter how he'd occupied his brains they still couldn't comprehend a damn thing out of the text. He didn't go to lunch; his body was solving other problems and was not in the mood for digestion, but he found a game console in the recreational zone and spent two hours shredding enemy ninjas, and so far, this was the most effective way to forget about the inconvenience.
Right after dinner, they had a serious night event planned out. Today, on December 15, the full moon should rise and the temperature sensors on the reef had showed twenty-five degrees all week and, as Erzketau explained, these are the most optimal conditions for polyps spawning.
At midnight, the two of them were going to be on duty together in the farming compartment, maintaining the water temperature so as not to miss the release of germ cells, collect samples for analysis, for settling in new aquariums, and also to try to plant the nearest bare coral.
I am just like that polyp that waited for the summer warming and the full moon in the sky, Chris thought to himself, giggling, and suddenly gasped. Once or twice today already, he felt a slight spasm in his lower abdomen where the uterus was implanted. A strange sucking feeling, vaguely similar to the lurch that happens when you descend fast on an elevator, or when everything inside turns over from excitement.
However, there were some peculiarities accompanying these spasms, namely, immediately after, there was a short rush of blood to his penis, as if someone persistently stroked Chris down there, also it became more damp than usual in his anus, and his whole body was thrown into heat. The sensation rushed in unexpectedly and passed just as quickly that Chris did not have time to understand whether it was worth paying attention to and worrying about it. He just froze for a moment, breathing measuredly and listening to his body.
If there was a cause for concern, then the lizard would have already found him since he requested admin access to Chris's band gear to check all vital signs whenever he wished, and actively used this access. Chris counted off five minutes and realized that this episode had gone unnoticed. Well, there is still time before the moon rises, and he has yet to complete the fourth quest.
The pale-faced satellite of Earth has long since slid over the horizon, having passed the entire arc over the planet, illuminating the ocean waters with magical light, filling them with its magic, creating new seeds of life for many millions of creatures that lived in its mass. All calculations turned out to be correct, and the coral system of the entire planet successfully emitted tiny beads of female and male germs, sending them to drift in the water column in the hope that in this whirlpool, where the DNA of thousands of species of Cnidaria mixed, the seminal vesicles will find themselves a matching pair, will be able to bond and catch on for their new home in this incredible ecosystem.
Having fiddled with a strange substance until two o'clock in the morning, the hard workers of the coral farm were each able to go to their own respective places to get some sleep, or, in another's case, some ragged dreams, in which one felt uncomfortably hot, humid and, for some reason, ashamed. Not sleeping even four hours, Chris found himself across the bed upon waking up, as far as its size could allow, with the sheet twisted in a lump, all wet and sticky from sweat and lube, which was exuded so much during the night that it would be enough for several ejaculations.
He rushed to the bathroom with lightning speed to wash off all this disgrace. As soon as he went under the water, he immediately sank to the floor; the spasm, already familiar from yesterday, twisted with renewed potency. His head felt so light, weightless, as if filled with helium, trying to tear itself away from the body, or vice versa, to float up and away. His muscles went limp and his legs simply did not hold him still. Inside, everything was tied in a tight knot and throbbing sweetly.
The water droplets tickled against his skin, which was just burning, and the hottest it felt was between his legs. Chris touched his stomach with a soft moan, slid his trembling hand down along the entire length of his hardened cock, which stood up again, demanding attention, as soon as this strange yearning began to swell. It lasted no more than a minute and then it was gone.
Chris gasped for air, realizing, not without disappointment, that if he now brought himself to orgasm, then the effect would be completely different from what he'd felt before. If only this delusion had lasted at least another minute... But now the mood was lost for good, the haze before his eyes dissipated, and Chris got up without much effort, continuing the bathing procedures. He even wondered if he had imagined everything.
On the one hand, today he felt better, at least, the temperature subsided, his thoughts were not as confused, and everything indicated that he would be able to spend the day doing useful stuff. If not for the incident in the shower, then he'd assume that all the worries associated with ovulation were absolutely groundless.
Arriving in the kitchen, he turned on the coffee machine and climbed headlong into the refrigerator, for the first time assessing the supplies left there by the residents of the base before going on vacation. The zirka was no fool to eat something tasty, because it was clearly for him that they tried to fill the shelves with goodies. It was only a mystery why the zirka mostly got off with vegetable salads and ready-made smoothies.
Having gathered fish fillets, sweet potatoes, eggs, and spices, Chris began cutting. In general, cooking was not included in the list of his favorite activities, but Chris got his basic skills while living with his grandparents as a teenager and then sometimes indulged in, already living separately, and now for some reason he wanted to occupy himself with this culinary. Although his main diet consisted of ready-made nutritional complexes, the preparation of which has been successfully used by culinary appliances developed by the World Association of Nutritionists for more than a hundred years. He salted the fish and put it in the steamer, and while that steamed, he was going to make sweet potato tempura slices.
Dipping the second portion in boiling oil, he felt the presence of the zirka literally an instant before the latter spoke up.
"Good morning," the greenie greeted him with a questioning note in his voice, moving closer to Chris, looking inside all the containers and inspecting the scene of the crime, then turned to face him, examining Chris closely.
Chris nodded as an answer, remarking the movements of the zirka, while not distracting from the process.
"You look fine," Tau stated, carefully studying Chris's face. "How are you feeling?"
"Well," Chris sighed, catching the last tempura rings and putting them on a plate, "will you have breakfast? Do you eat fish?"
Tau nodded, patiently waiting for the answer to his question.
"Better, but it's not for definite yet," Chris concluded with a chuckle, setting the table and finally sitting down. "My temperature was normal in the morning and the fatigue is gone, as well as anxiety." He drank some water from his glass, picked up his cutlery, and wondering how detailed he needed to report on everything right now, or whether it can wait until the end of the meal.
But at the same moment, everything inside him twisted again, and uncontrollable excitement hit him so suddenly, his head started spinning; all the muscles of his body engaged, he clenched his fists and closed his eyes with a moan. Erzketau's agitated voice came from somewhere in the distance, the tabletop trembled, and something fell loudly. A cool hand gripped his left wrist tightly, then right, causing a current to run through his hands to the back of his head. He heard his second moan as if through headphones.
"Chris! Chris, can you hear me? Chris, it's okay, concentrate on your breathing, come on!"
With an effort, Chris sucked in air through clenched teeth and exhaled slowly through his nose. Normal audibility gradually returned; tinnitus was replaced with the usual noise of the ocean outside the windows. He felt his stiffened shoulders and back relax; his heart was pounding as if after a run. He lowered his head to the table exhaustedly, stretching his arms forward.
"Chris, are you well?" Tau asked quietly, lifting the upturned chair and sitting down at the table.
"No," Chris said almost angrily. What the heck!? Again, everything was so intense and so fast! A couple more seconds, and maybe, if he could come, he would feel normal again. "Not bad at all, but that's the problem, isn't it?" He lifted his eyes to Tau, hiding the surging disappointment in them.
"What did you f–...?"
"I felt everything inside melt and squeeze, like... seconds before ejaculation, but... but without... and my dick… gets so hard that I nearly go blind." He leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair, noting with new irritation that Tau is not looking at him, but at his plate. "And yesterday too, but it wasn't so strong and let go almost immediately, but this morning, in the shower, it was the same as now. This... what the hell is this?"
"Ovarian hormones. After the release of the egg, they...," Tau hesitated for a second, choosing the correct explanation. "By default, when ovulation occurs, fertilization should also occur, because hormones provide the preparation process so that everything goes smoothly, well, so that the person does not forget why they ovulated."
"Nice." Chris tugged at a strand of hair thoughtfully, then pulled his brown curls back again. "And if a person, for example, is sixteen years old, or when they enter puberty, and this happens spontaneously?"
"At such an early age, the uterus is not yet fully developed and these episodes are mild, the dose of the hormone is minimal, therefore it is not so difficult to experience spontaneous ovulation."
"Looks like those implanted inside of me are fully developed," Chris grunted, glanced at his watch and, shaking his head, began to speak more cheerfully. "Well, I've got about an hour to be myself, let's eat."
Only now did he notice that his fork and knife were scattered at the far end of the table and vaguely remembered that Tau seemed to pull them out of his convulsive grip, apparently fearing that Chris would hurt himself, or stab Tau in a fit. The zirka followed his gaze, reached out and handed them to Chris, nodding.
"Let's eat."
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As far as he could, Chris made his day be productive. The odd seizures recurred approximately every hour. But if the first two after breakfast were somehow tolerable, then each subsequent one kindled more and more discontent in him. Once he almost threw his tablet into a coral farm aquarium, cursing and swearing at all he saw. He dashed outside and to the beach, paced there furiously, then sat meditating in the water until lunch, then dragged himself up and went back, splashing wet sand in all directions.
Skipping lunch again, he went to seek privacy in his room. He didn't understand how was it possible to take control of this, get used to it, or grow tolerance. How to tell the brain to stop spinning with pleasure and expect more, if the release was literally there, so close that he could feel it prickling under his skin. Yes, only the feeling but the release itself was nowhere to be seen. It throbbed in his muscles, burned in his veins, oozed between his buttocks with viscous mucus, got him ready to finish what his body began.
He did try to solve everything just by jerking off. He even guessed the time of the "attack", settled down in the most comfortable way in the armchair, tuned in to welcome the pleasure. Keeping track of the time, he stroked his torso, hairless, like any other of the hormonal generation, pinching his nipples thoughtfully, putting his other hand on his hip, ready to get to action as soon as the hormonal surge engulfed him.
Breathing deeply, he tried to disperse the oncoming fog, to maintain sobriety, continuing to caress himself with weakening fingers, while sparks flashed before his eyes. That day Erzketau just as gently and carefully touched him with his long green fingers, felt his abdomen and anus. He could not forget how his body responded to the touch of the zirka, and indeed his very presence, how everything inside was drawn to him. In those minutes, if Erzketau, while standing between Chris's spread legs, examined him and then said something like "Everything is fine, and now I will fuck you", Chris was ninety-nine percent sure that he would rip the uniform off of Tau, push him down and climb above. And yes, he actually almost came right on that chair-transformer.
He wondered what the Grinch would do if he'd painted his broad chest with a stream of sperm, or even his face? Would he freeze in silent shock? Would he coldly assess the damage done to his immaculately white formal suit and make a scornful comment? Or would he run the tip of his purple tongue over his lips, then part them in a wide sneer, showing his teeth and say "Newman-kri, if my ingenuous manipulation has done this to you, then what will happen when I get serious?"
"M-mf... ah!" Chris shuddered all over, coming lavishly into his clenched fist. All his insides burned with fire, and seemed to be contracting simultaneously, the yearning rose in his groin and uncoiled from there all the way to his chest, even his neck became numb, and his leaden head fell on the back of the chair.
He sat for a long time without moving, restoring his breathing, heartbeat, and accumulating strength to get up and go shower. A complete mess was going on in his head. This is just because the two of them are stuck on this island, and because he has not had a permanent partner and normal sex for a long time, that's why! Impossible, nonsense! If the zirka wanted him, he would have already done him as many times as he pleased, seeing and understanding what state Chris is in right now. All he had to do was motion his slender finger and end this torture! Burn in hell, you green monster!
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