Hybrid Theory Chapter 18
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Chapter Eighteen
Rabbit Hole
Zarvek was a pit bull - an ironic twist of fate. It felt like the gods were typecasting. He was not particularly large, a little pudgy, but there was muscle under the pudge. Multi-sovereign suit with vest, thick gold chain. He left a trail of cheap cologne and cigar smoke everywhere he walked. He came only stayed a half hour or so, mostly to lay down the ground rules for our `visit'. The only one of us allowed out of the building was Grexl, for the obvious reason that he, being full Vanterran, could blend into the crowd. The rest of us were prisoners in an admittedly very comfortable jail cell. Due to what he referred to as `your sudden departure from Earth', Zarvek said he would send his tailor up in the morning to fit us for clothes.
"Brux'tova will have everything smoothed over with your officials in a few more days and then we can get down to business" he said.
I was very doubtful about that. I couldn't imagine the US government being too keen on someone blasting a hole in one of their installations and taking people off planet -- not to mention leaving a pile of organic material that used to be Grath Foss'tov all over a room. Howeer, Zarvek assured us that the only thing that ultimately mattered to our government was cold, hard, currency. It remained to be seen. By the time Zarvek finally left, it was getting late -- the two Vanterran moons were rising in the night sky. I yawned and told the crew that I was turning in. Ravan wasn't far behind. Truthfully, I was a little tired, but what I really wanted was to spend quality time with my mate. I was in the holding facility for days, followed by days recovering from a murder attempt and I was more than a little horny at this point.
"Grexl said the whole place may be covered with hidden cameras" Rav whispered.
"Then I guess we're going to be fap fodder for Vanterran boys everywhere. Wasn't that part of Zarvek's plan to begin with?" I asked. Rav shrugged.
It hit me that I didn't even know where the clothes I had on came from. On the ship, I was naked. The orange jail clothes were destroyed with Grath residue. Oh well, not important. I pulled the loose shirt over my head and dropped it on a chair in the corner of the room and pulled Rav's shirt off over his head and dropped it with mine. We stood chest to chest, my arms around his shoulders, his wrapped around my waist. Rav's eyes kept darting around the room, searching out the rumored cameras. Our first kiss in days was deep and hungry and seemed to focus his attention more on us than hidden device. Rav's hands separated and moved to my sides and up toward my chest, lodging under my armpits. I watched him pull a hand away and sniff of it, savoring my musk. I moved my hands down and unsnapped the tail strap on the back of his pants then circled around to the front and unsnapped the waist button and dragged the zipper down. He pulled at the cheap sweatpants type garment I had on. Whoever dressed me hadn't worried about underwear so as he pushed the pants down, the only point of resistance was the little loop riding down the top edge of my tail as they fell to the floor. I had to sit on the edge of the bed and pull them off my feet. In the meantime, Rav stepped out of his jeans and took a step toward me in just a pair of discolored briefs that he'd been wearing for a couple of days now. I pulled him into me by his hips and buried my muzzle in his crotch and breathed in his scent before I jerked the material down to his ankles so he could step out of them. His cock was already hard but when I cupped his balls in my hand and gave them a gentle squeeze it thickened and stretched the skin taut.
I held him and laid back on the bed, pulling him down on top of me, without breaking the kiss we were engaged in. Rav hunched his dick against mine as my hands pulled his ass open and my middle fingers met on his hole stretching it obscenely. He started crawling up my body until his now rampant cock was in my face. As I continued to massage his meaty ass, a small dollop of his sweet clear fluid dripped onto my tongue which I'd stuck out in anticipation. I opened my mouth fully and sucked the head in, teasing the little lips on his glans with the tip of my tongue and causing him to pull back and shiver a little. Then, Rav's dominant streak kicked in and he moved back down between my legs and pushed them up.
"Hold `em!" he said, he was so turned on his raspy voice almost sounded like Grexl's. A little drop of precum started making a thread between the tip of my cock and my navel.
Rav slid down and gave my wrinkle a few gentle, tentative licks before settling in for a proper meal. His tongue went into me, deeper the more I opened for him, circling my insides and sucking and playfully gnawing at the muscle. He spent a long time tending to my aching orifice with his mouth, tongue and finally adding some fingers. I lay back feeling as if my entire lower body was full of electricity. He rimmed me for quite a long time, I guess about 30-40 minutes, until my asshole felt like it was gaped enough to drive a truck through. His tongue was deep inside me and his lips were sucking at my hole and I could hardly breathe.
"I've got to have you inside me right now, ruzh'ka" I whispered/moaned, trying out my new word. His hands started walking up the bed on either side of me until his wildly throbbing cock encountered my gaping hole. He leaned down and kissed me; the taste of my own ass filled my mouth as his cock pressed into my eager hole. I was so relaxed I hardly felt it when his ridge went through my ring with a silent pop. I flexed on him a couple of times, then pushed up toward him and he slid the rest into me and held it there. Rav was so hard I could feel his vestigial knot band as it popped into me.
"I love you, Kreg. I was so afraid I had lost you back there..." he whispered.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm here now" I said. He pushed into me harder, as if he was trying to stuff his entire body inside my ass.
When he pulled back, I felt empty, but only briefly. He slid back into me in one fluid motion, then set a nice medium pace. I tugged on my cock a few times, but had to let it go -- I'd been feeling like I was riding on the knife edge of an orgasm for quite a while now. He ducked his head down and planted his nose in my right pit and took a big whiff. I felt his cock throb a little and he sped up. He rolled us over so that I was riding him. I pulled my knees under me and started bouncing on his rigid pole. One of his hands went firmly around my cock, stroking it in time with my movements, and the other sensually circled the base of my thick brown tail, giving it a gentle squeeze and a slight pull, the coolness of the side of his thumb brushed the top of my hole. He was almost immediately rewarded with a jet of my cum blasting all over his face, neck and chest. Quickly, he flipped us back over and I grabbed my legs and pulled them up and he pounded my ass for several more minutes until he growled and jammed into me throbbing and pulsing in my insides as he deposited his essence. A long while followed with very slowly thrusting, then he finally pulled out and rolled over next to me on the bed.
That's when I caught the tiny twinkle of reflected light from the ceiling. With an exhausted, shaking arm, I ran my fingers through the cum on Rav's body and licked them clean, then waved at the camera. I couldn't care less right now; I'd been thoroughly sprung and I felt fucking fantastic. We lay there and caught our breath...well, as best as one can catch their breath with someone else's tongue in one's mouth. After a few minutes, Rav said the cum was starting to feel cold and he dragged me into the shower to clean up. When we finally hit the bed again we were a tangle of limbs, and I experienced nothing but peaceful black for hours.
I woke up, disoriented at first, carefully got myself untangled from Rav's arms and legs, and went to make coffee. I was surprised to see Mark up in the dark living room watching the video screen. I poured two-thirds of a cup of coffee, filled it up with jizzam, and went and sat beside him.
"...Earth officials have threatened sanctions due to the recent breach of a Space Liason's holding facility near Pittsburgh in the United States. Devon Franklin, Ambassador to Vanterra and his team are in negotiations with the government of Restarra for the extradition of four men, two of whom are alleged to be part of an espionage ring, who were liberated and taken off-planet a few nights ago. Tensions are high between the two governments as negotiations have seemingly come to a stalemate. Justice Minister Brux'tova Kargellix holds that the operation was a rescue mission made by a private sector security firm after a Vanterran citizen in Liason's custody was subject of an attempted murder..."
"Espionage ring, huh?" I said with a snort.
"...and `private sector security firm', nice touch" Mark replied, "If the US government wasn't so stupid they'd send a SWAT team in and pick up Grav Silnorra for a little interrogation..." he said flipping to another channel.
Commercials. Half a galaxy away from Earth and still riddled with commercials. One for cereal, a car commercial, personal lubricant, and finally `the college experience' -- imprintable education. Now that one actually sounded intriguing. Apparently, with the company's `patented technology' entire catalogs of knowledge could be imprinted directly onto one's brain. I thought I might check into that later on.
When the commercials finished, the feed showed old Earth television shows. Mark and I indulged in an early morning Dr. Who fix; classic Dr. Who -- Tom Baker episodes. We were about an hour and a half into it when Rav and Grexl finally got up. Rav went straight to the coffee pot and poured a cup with one hand as he scratched his ass with the other. A sizeable dollup of jizzam, a stir, then he came and sat down next to me. I put my arm around his bare shoulders; the furwash supplied in our bathroom had left him almost as soft as me. I definitely approved. Grexl was the last to roll out of the bed and join us.
"Don't know about you two, but Mark and I really gave Zarvek one hell of a video last night" his deep silky voice intoned from the kitchen. I glanced at Mark who was red from his chest up.
"Apparently, its either that or we all become monks" Mark said.
"Don't worry about it. I waved at the camera after" I told Mark with a smile.
Breakfast came in a suspiciously timely manner. I'm sure whoever monitors the cameras could see we were all up. I have no idea what we ate, but it all seemed decent enough. Shortly after breakfast, while we were still lounging in our bare minimum, the tailor showed up. He was another Weimaraner looking specimen like Narashi the jeweler on Earth, and he spoke only a few words of English, and Grexl spoke a few words of Vanterran -- we just had to make do with gestures for the most part. One by one he measured us all over. I flinched as his paw tucked under my sack to measure my inseam. He just smiled up at me, my always ready dick chubbed up just a little. He said something which I guessed was the Vanterran equivalent of `Excuse me' then tapped the measurements into his device. He finished up with Ravan and said something to Grex in too fast to follow Vanterran, then bowed slightly and left.
"What did he say?" Mark asked.
"I have no idea" Grex said, "I think the last word was either afternoon or evening. Maybe that he'll have us something today? I don't know."
"No hurry for any of us but you, anyway" Mark said.
"No hurry for me, either. I'm not going out when I can only speak enough to say hello, goodbye and a string of curse words. I may be Vanterran, but I'm also 100% Earth born and raised" Grexl said.
We were all hanging out, watching old Earth television programs, when there was a knock at the door. Grexl went over and answered it. A squat, pug-looking individual handed him a package and took off. Grexl brought it over to the coffee table. The shipping label was in Vanterran characters so we had no idea what it said, though it obviously must be for us. Grexl cut the tape with his index claw and opened it up. The brief letter on top was in English from Uncle Zarvek explaining that these were our communication devices -- kind of like the Vanterran equivalent of a smart phone. He'd had each one labeled with our name to make sure the numbers we got corresponded to the numbers he'd registered for each of us. According to his note, each account had unlimited everything. Rav figured out how to turn them on and immediately searched for how to place a call to Earth. After a few minutes reading he managed to dial home.
"Hello?" came Kris's voice on the line.
"Dad, it's me Ravan" he said.
"Oh, thank the gods! Are you guys okay?" Kris asked.
"Yeah, Uncle Zarvek has us stored in an undisclosed location" Rav told him.
"The news said that Kreg was almost killed..." Kris said.
"It was very touch and go for a while. You never told me how advanced Vanterran medicine is..." Rav said.
"You're in for a world of discovery" Kris said cryptically.
"Kathy! It's the kids" Kris yelled across the house. Rumbling as the phone was passed.
"Ravan! When are you coming home?" Kathy asked.
"No idea mom. We don't really know where we are now other than somewhere in the middle of Ixtarra" Rav told her.
Listening to Rav talk to his parents, I wished I could call my mom, but the identifier code for her device was saved in my cellphone which was still in the custody of the Liason's office back on Earth. I wondered if there was a device lookup website or something. I went and sat by Mark on the couch. He was looking for the same thing. The English-friendly search engine seemed to be very lacking.
"Try doing a translation into Vanterran, then search for it with the Vanterran characters, then translate it back" I said.
After much tapping and clicking, we found a site similar to a phone book app. Next challenge -- there were no entries for Marian Silnorra, and under Grav Silnorra, there were 16 listed as Grav Silnorra and another 12 listings of G Silnorra, plus a large column just listed as Silnorra. Apparently, Silnorra is a pretty common name in Ixtarra.
I started looking through all the functions on the device and found a `contacts' page. There were only a few on the list. Zarvek, Plesskarr Davikov -- security, and Vranna Terr'tov -- Zarvek's personal assistant. I took a chance and hit the link to Vranna, the personal assistant. A female voice answered with a Vanterran greeting, then quickly switched to English.
"Sorry, I didn't see who was calling at first" she said, "what can I do for you Kregard?"
"I just wanted to check and see if Mr. Gurryx might have contact information for my mother, Marian Silnorra, if it's not too much trouble" I said.
"Just a minute, ruzh'ka, looking...looking...ah, Marian Denise Silnorra..." she said.
"That's her" I answered.
"Transferring information into your contacts...now..." she said. My device blinked green.
"Thank you so much" I told her.
"My pleasure, ruzh'ka. I'll let Mr. Gurryx know that your devices have arrived and are up and running properly" she said, "If you need anything else feel free to call me - you saved me a call - Mr. Gurryx wanted me to call and offer my assistance to you boys anyway."
"Well, thanks again, Miss Terr'tov" I said.
"Vranna, please, and you're quite welcome" she said.
I collected my thoughts for a minute and then hit the connection link to mother. Mark was sitting next to me when she answered.
"Who is this and how did you get this number?" Mom's angry voice came across the device.
"Mom? It's me and Mark" I said.
"Kreg? We saw on the news that somebody tried to kill you?" she said.
"Yeah, he tried. My husband's uncle saved me and brought us all here. we're in Ixtarra" I told her.
"Husband?...Oh wow. I'd like to hear that story. I'm glad you're alright. Where are you in Ixtarra?" she asked.
"No idea. Some generic 75 story apartment building" I told her, "Until they work something out with the people on Earth, we're in hiding" I said.
"Probably for the best," she said, "They said the guy who tried to kill you worked for Zarvek Gurryx, the porn guy. Your dad said it would have been a fitting end for you..."
"I see our feelings are still mutual, then" I said.
"Actually, his are probably worse since we came here" she whispered, "Speak of the devil..."
"Mom, I'll call you again when we get the okay to actually do anything other than sit in this apartment. Save this number" I told her.
"Hopefully we can meet up soon," she said, "I'd really like to catch up with you guys somewhere and meet my new son-in-law."
The one thing she said stuck with me -- Grath Foss'tov worked for Zarvek? I started wondering if this whole thing had been some kind of elaborate plan to get us here from the beginning.
I'd barely ended my call before all our devices went off with a message from Zarvek telling us to be ready to move first thing in the morning. Seems the stalemate was broken very quickly after the Restarran Justice Minister explained how it was all a big mistake -- translation: the multi-billion-dollar bribe cleared the bank. In the morning, we would be heading for Rosk'to'var to join the campaign for the Shalatarr'vak presidential candidate -- Laviskorr Tantanna. In the Restarran two-party system he was running against the Turangi'vak camdidate Berg Rok'tov. The Shalatarr'vak being the Restarran liberal party, and the Turangi'vak being the more conservative party. Zarvek said Rosk'to'var was in the far north on the Frigid Sea and that his tailor had assembled an appropriate wardrobe for all the stops he had planned.
Around 5pm local time, the wardrobe arrived. A delivery person pushing a cart with four large boxes showed up at the door and unloaded the boxes into the apartment. Each of the four boxes had one of our names on it. I opened the one with my name and looked through it.
"Interesting stuff at the bottom" Grexl said. I dug down and found the things he was talking about. There were a couple of jockstraps as well as two thongs, tail hole and all -- along with standard brief-style underwear. The rest was standard but well-tailored -- jeans, button down shirts, pullovers, sweaters, coats, and thermal undergear for up north.
"Check this out" Mark said, back on the news channel.
"...Senator Alexander, head of the United States Senate Committee on Extraterrestrial Relations, verified earlier this hour that after receiving additional information concerning the Liason's office incident, it was determined that the breach was justified. Senator Alexander told our reporter that one of the four young men, who was a college student with dual citizenship, was almost killed by another inmate and all the negligent officers had been terminated. The alleged espionage charges are still being investigated. In light of new information, the focus of the investigation has shifted. No further comments were available regarding who are the chief suspects at this time..."
"So, we're free?" I asked nobody in particular.
"Define free..." Grexl said, "I guess we're not suspected felons, but after the amount of the bribe that probably took, we're in the debt of Uncle Zarvek for a while."
On cue, Grexl's device notified that he had a call. He answered, said "Hold on" and put it on speaker.
"Gentlemen! Good news! All suspicion of criminality on your parts has been attenuated" Zarvek said, "In completely unrelated news, you'll now be making at least your minimum scheduled six campaign stops as well as four more videos similar to the ones last night. Thank you for the little wave brown dog, it was a very replayed segment. Wait...make that five videos...my assistant tells me the viewers want at least one starring all four of you together" I suddenly felt very gross. "Ohhh, don't look so glum. I've changed your faces a little using our AI, so you'll still be anonymous...on Earth at any rate. Here, due to the lack of hybrids, well..."
"When are you picking us up?" Grexl said, seemingly unphased by the whole thing.
"Half an hour. Leave your things, I'll have the help get everything into luggage and shipped out" he said, "Any questions? Good. Remember, we're going up north -- dress appropriately."
Grexl hit the end button and shrugged.
My `phone' (for lack of a better description) chimed, and I checked the email account I didn't even know I had. A voucher for an entire instant semester of Vanterran biology with a message saying that the transducer would waiting be at our first location. I clicked the link for a FAQ and found an answer to one of my questions fairly quickly. The credits were transferrable back to my college on Earth. The device chimed again -- a text message. "One class for every completed task" the message read from ZG.
"You seem suspiciously...okay...with all this" Mark said to Grexl. Again, Grexl shrugged.
"Look at it like this" he said, "For the official part, all we have to do is attest to what we all already believe anyway, right? We all nodded in agreement. "For the sleezy part, all we have to do is what we would be doing already anyway -- well...for the most part -- and I for one could definitely get into us...getting to know each other better" he said, his eyes stopping on me. I felt the heat surge through my body as I remembered seeing his big...my thoughts were interrupted when Grexl sat on the coffee table and put his hands on each of my knees giving a slight rub before sitting back.
"I think that one will take some working up to, at least for the less incestuous of us" Mark said.
"Don't act so innocent, love. You've already told me...stories" Grexl said.
To be totally honest, I was getting that familiar funny feeling as my mind began to wander. I looked over to Ravan who also seemed to be lost in his thoughts.
"Well, boys, it's 4:17, we better get ready to move" Mark said, his eyes on the swelling in my crotch. Funny how it only takes a seed of a thought to start idea growing.
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