Hybrid Theory Chapter 2
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Chapter Two
First Contact
The Vanterran history of space exploration is centuries old. Like Earth, the first step was landing on their moons, Argis and Endris. It took scientist and engineers nearly a century after that to develop the FTL drive technology. The program was almost shelved after the initial trial; the entire crew of 7 was lost in some interdimensional space. The ship departed the base on Endris and, in a blinding flash of light, was promptly never seen again. Funding for the program was cut for decades. During the bad times, astronomers kept searching for any sign of extraterrestrial life and despite working on a minimal budget, physicists kept working to figure out what went wrong with the initial test. Finally, after 2500 years in development, positive results. The space agency wouldn't allow another manned trip, so instead they sent an unmanned drone. A flash of light, dead space, then a second flash, and the data started downloading images showing a blue green planet that seemed to be mostly water and more astoundingly -- it was inhabited. Cheers filled the room - Vanterrans were not alone in the universe.
When the colony ship Granvarris first appeared in Earth orbit, there was world-wide panic. Initially, communication was a problem, but thankfully Vanterran scientists went to work on the problem programming their artificial intelligence to auto-translate after having humans and Vanterrans name thousands of items from photographs among other exercises. The resulting app was able to be tied into devices like smart watches.
The major governments of Earth agreed to accept an offer from the Vanterrans to exchange colonists to better understand each other's cultures. 5,000 human volunteers and an equal amount of Vanterran volunteers were shuttled across the expanse of space for the big experiment. And among those 5,000 were my and Ravan's dads. It was completely by accident that we found out our genomes were similar enough to produce offspring. Adults doing adult things created adult situations. Everything wasn't exactly smooth sailing. Customs and culture on Vanterra clashed with the space ready cultures on Earth; they were more like those of our third world countries.
Vanterra had a strict class system. The worker class were all some version of "van". Garbage men were T'jir'van, people who handled the dead were called Mrad'van, etc. The middle-class postfix was `vandar'. Ravan's dad was an engineer -- Keena'vandar, astronomers were Bonda'vandar, etc. The highest class, the rulers, religious leaders, artists, writers, the highly educated had the postfix of `vard'. The government leader of Restarra, was called the Grut'kik'vard. Some of the vard class on Earth had taken to using the denotation as a sort of title. One delegation leader gave his title as the `Vard of Los Angeles' with mixed reactions -- the origin of my dad's `joke'. Many of the Vanterrans found him to be insulting to their heritage, but to the younger ones it was the perfect finger to the establishment.
And that leads to why I've been kind of reluctant to bring Rav around my dad. Dad's family on Vanterra were `van' class -- lowly workers, but Rav's dad, Mr. Vargella came from the `vandar' class. If my dad or his knew we were seeing each other that alone would be reason to break us up. Couple that with the highly toxic attitude Vanterrans have toward what they called tail-raisers and the whole thing is a recipe for our dad's blowing a gasket. I seriously doubt that Ravan would dare wear that rainbow bracelet around his dad. In general, the Vanterrans are adapting to Earth norms, but some are better than others at it, and some are set in their ways. The only thing that pokes at the back of my mind is, if they have words for homosexuals on Vanterra, that would indicate that they do exist. I wish I could afford to access the Vanterra Nexus but interstellar internet (so to speak) was still exceedingly expensive.
Long story short, I figure we need to be very low key around adult Vanterrans. When Friday classes are finally over, I run by my house and get my backpack. I'd already packed last night but I didn't want to carry it everywhere today. I told mom bye, and she told me to have fun and don't worry about dad, she'd handle him. He felt like I needed to spend every second not at school looking for a job, but I was beginning to think that mom knew more than she let on about me and Ravan.
I pulled up the address Ravan gave me on my phone's GPS and took off. Wow. I sure felt out of my element in this part of town. Big houses, manicured lawns, nice cars. I felt like I could be pulled over at any time for looking like riff raff. Siri said I was there, so I pulled into the driveway on the right and a big husky came walking over - Mr. Vargella. He directed me where to park my bike. As I got off and took off my helmet to fasten it to the bike, Rav came out.
"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Kreg" Ravan told him. My mouth dropped and my eyes popped wide open.
"Well, he is a cutie, just like you said" Mr. Vargella said. My mind spun in confusion, I wasn't sure what to do, I was in fight or flight mode.
"Kreg? What's wrong with you?" Rav asked.
"I...uh...he...you..." I wasn't sure what to say. Rav and his dad looked at each other.
"Kreg, not all Vanterrans act the way you're used to" Mr. Vargella said smiling, "Not all of us adhere to the old ways."
"It's my mom you'd have to worry about" Ravan added. I still just looked back and forth between the two of them trying to figure out if this was a joke.
"Debra is...let's just say...protective" Mr. Vargella said, "By the way, you can call me Kris. The Vanterran version is long with a lot of consonants, but Kris is close enough."
"Let me pull the Jeep out and we'll get going" Rav said, going around the corner to enter the garage.
Mr. Vargella...Kris moved closer to me and said in a dead calm voice, "Look, I understand you two like each other but don't hurt my son or I'll hurt you. Do we have an understanding?" My fur was standing up on the back of my neck and I shivered a little when he bared his teeth.
"Yes sir, Mr. V...I mean, Kris" I said shakily. He slapped me on the back, went back to his jovial self, and said, "Good boy!"
The garage door opened, and the forest green Jeep backed out. I kept trying to figure out what the box thing was on top. Rav waved for me to get in. Kris stepped over and opened the door for me. I got in, still a little freaked out. Rav backed down the driveway and we didn't speak until he was on the interstate.
"Were you really expecting my dad to be a bigot?" Ravan asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
"We've never really discussed our parents" I said.
"Are your folks like that" Ravan asked.
"My dad would sooner skin me alive than accept that I like guys" I said softly, "To him, I'm already a failure because I'm not masculine enough for him. I don't think mom would care..." I trailed off.
"They don't know, then?" he asked.
"Oh, hell no! That's one reason I've been looking for a job so much. If dad finds out anything about us, I'll be homeless or in a hospital" I told him.
"Damn!" he said, "He's really that homophobic?"
"It's not just that, it's the whole class thing on top of it, layers of hate" I told him. Rav knew I was a `van' and he didn't care.
"Does your dad know?" I asked.
"Dad came here to get away from all that classist, racist, bigoted shit on Vanterra" Ravan said.
"Wait -- racist?" I said.
"Yeah. Your dad's never said anything about other types of Vanterrans around you?" he asked. I shook my head no.
"On Vanterra, your people were called norras" he said. I'd heard the slur, but not from dad, from some human kids who'd picked it up somewhere.
"You'd be lowest on the chain, a norra'van. Thank gods we are on Earth and not Vanterra" Ravan said.
"Does it bother you?" I asked, "Me being a norra'van?" I looked at him. He didn't miss a beat.
"No. I love you for who you are, not what you are. By the way, don't ever let anyone call you that, and don't refer to yourself that way. You're better than that" he said. The only part that really stuck into my mushy brain was the first part.
"You love me?" I murmured.
"You know what I mean, Kreg. Can we talk about heavy shit later?" he said smiling.
"Ok fresilla" I said, using a Vanterra word my dad used when talking to mom -- he'd told me it meant something like `sweetie'.
"It's fresilloa when you're talking to a guy" Ravan corrected. I still haven't mastered the intricacies of Vanterran.
The campground we were going to was at a state park about an hour and a half drive away. I got bored and pulled out the chip that Alan guy had made me with all the old 20th century music on it and plugged it into the radio. I hadn't had a chance to listen to it yet, so I didn't know what was on it. The first song sounded like some soft rock.
Baby, I'm-a want you, baby, I'm-a need you
You're the only one I care enough to hurt about
"Dude, this is going to be my song for you" Rav said, elbowing me and making big eyes. I laughed. After the song finished, Ravan started it over again and began singing along with it.
Maybe I'm-a crazy, but I just can't live without your loving and affection, giving me direction
He always amazed me at how fast he could memorize things. It turned out nearly the whole chip was love songs. Were we that obvious? The second song sounded like more of that Chicago band Alan had played on the quad.
When I'm with you, it doesn't matter where we are
Or what we're doing, being with you is all that matters
Time passes much too quickly, when we're together laughing
Ravan's hand left the shifter and took mine on the console and we only let go when he had to shift gears. I had so many feelings going inside me. Things were moving so fast with him; it's like we'd known each other forever. I leaned over toward him until our shoulders were touching. He reached up and gently scratched me around my ears. The old music was so much more emotional than the stuff we usually listened to.
We pulled into the state park campground just at dusk. The older lady at the check-in didn't seem happy to see us. I'm not sure if it was because of the time of day or what we were. We picked up some stuff from the camp store for dinner and I told Ravan I wish we were old enough to buy some beer.
"Yeah, it's too bad we're not old enough to drink" Ravan said.
We loaded the sacks in the Jeep and went to find our space - #C23, it was right on the edge of the lake. Standard campsite, picnic table, barbecue grill, lantern post, and a gravel tent pad.
"Did you bring a tent?" I asked Ravan.
"No, did you?" he said, acting shocked, "I guess we'll have to use the one attached to the roof of the Jeep."
Oh, so that's what that thing is. He showed me how to set up the roof tent and we were ready in about 15 minutes. We sat in folding chairs on the edge of the water, looking out across the lake eating our camp store sandwiches. Ravan gave me the `hold on' sign with one hand and ran to the back of the Jeep to get the cooler out and put it on the bench of the picnic table. He reached in and pulled out two bottles of Corona.
"Courtesy of my dad" he said smiling.
"Your dad doesn't care if you drink?" I asked, thinking of how my dad would react. He shook his head. Kris and my dad were as far apart as Earth and Vanterra.
The sun set and the moon was coming up and casting a river of pearly white light across the rippling water. I scooted my chair a little closer to Rav's. There weren't many campers here this time of year, it was more of a midsummer kind of place. I looked around and only saw lights in three or four other spots, none really close to us. I'd checked the weather forecast earlier and it was supposed to get down into the low 40s tonight, it was already feeling a little chilly. I turned up the bottle and finished off my beer. Ravan took a few more minutes to nurse his, then he took both bottles to the trash can and brought us two more. I don't drink a lot and by the time I finished the second one in such a short time, I was feeling woozy. It was completely dark now, except for the moon. We sat shoulder to shoulder nuzzling each other for a while, but the later it got, the colder it got. I started to shiver, I'm a short-haired dog after all. We decided to turn in early, it was only a little past 8:30. We took a walk across the road to the bathhouse to let the beer back out before going to bed.
"Are you sure that thing will hold our weight?" I asked, a little skeptical about the contraption.
"Unless we weigh more than 1,000 pounds, yes" he said.
I climbed up behind him and got into the tent. It was actually pretty nice for a tent. It had little pockets where you could store stuff and LED lights built in so you could see inside. Ravan had already dusted off the mattress and was in the process of zipping two sleeping bags together to make one big one. I guess we were sleeping together. My mind went into overdrive. We'd kissed and fooled around (a lot) before, but we hadn't `gone all the way' yet.
"Did you bring me here to seduce me?" I asked, kind of as a joke, but half serious.
"Absolutely" Ravan said with no hesitation. I wasn't sure how to react. I still had a little buzz left from the beer, so I got up on my knees and started pulling off my shirt, then my jeans. I sat waiting for him in my boxer briefs. Ravan had worked up a little sweat getting everything set up. When he pulled his tee shirt off, I could smell his musk and my crotch got tingly. He laid back and kind of shimmied out of his jeans exposing the blindingly white briefs underneath. The bulge in the briefs was definitely `R' rated already. He kicked his stuff into the corner and patted the spot next to him. I crawled over and worked my feet into the sleeping bag and skootched down until my head was resting on his shoulder. Earth dogs release heat though panting and through their foot pads, but hybrids like us are more like humans, and the sweat from Ravan's pits was intoxicating to me. He reached up and petted my head and my cock went hard as a rock. I'm pulled him toward me for a kiss and his dick poked into my leg, it was as hard as mine. He turned back and fumbled around then rubbed his tighty-whities in my face. The scent was insanely horny, my dick was throbbing. I ducked down and pulled mine off too. As I laid back, I felt his hand on my junk. Up till this point, the farthest we'd gone was jacking off in his car, but just ourselves, not each other. Nobody had ever touched my junk but me, and when he touched me, my dick jumped and ejected a little slimy clear liquid onto his hand. He slathered it back onto my cock head and gave my dick a couple of tugs. I grabbed his hand and stopped him, I was already so close to shooting, I needed to cool down a little.
We went back to kissing and I licked and chewed on his neck before burying my face in his pit. I decided to work my way down his body and get a closer look at what he was working with. I mean, I'd seen it before, but not in person. Down here it looked a lot bigger than in the pictures and the odor was magical. I hesitantly took his big balls in my left hand and my hormones took over as I ran my tongue up from his balls to the end of his cock. I could feel him shudder underneath me. I was suddenly so overwhelmed with lust that I went into autopilot and took the end of his cock in my mouth, pushing his sheath back with my lips and swiping my tongue around the head. His whole body went stiff.
"Kreg!" he said, but it was too late, "Oooff!" he grabbed my head and held me down as he came. My mouth was filled with his bittersweet creamy fluid, I swallowed once and there was still more coming. Rav suddenly realized what he was doing and let me go. I think I was surprised as he was when I stayed on the cock collecting all it was putting out. When he was done, I rolled over on my back and started jacking myself, but he dove down and took me before I could cum. He swallowed me to the root, and I blasted into his throat, most of my load went straight into his stomach. We were both panting like crazy. I pulled him as close as I could, I just wanted to melt into him. This is probably the happiest I've felt in my life. From the way the dick poking my hip felt I suspected we weren't done yet -- I had a slippery steel rod leaving an indention in it.
We kissed a while longer with our hands exploring each other's bodies for the first time. His hand was exploring the area beneath my tail. A dark thought about my dad talking about `tail-lifters' filled my mind briefly making me hesitant.
"Don't we have to prepare for that?" I whispered in the dark.
"Oh yeah" Rav said, "That could have been a shitty situation."
I laughed but I wondered if we'd be able to do that here or not, if anybody heard...
"We'll save it for tomorrow" Ravan said.
"Besides, who said I was going to be the one raising my tail?" I asked.
"According to the law of cock size, the well-hung male gets to top" Ravan said.
"According to size of my opening, you'll have a lot of warm up to do. I've never had anything bigger than my finger in there" I told him. "Oh, and just remember, anything you do, I get to do back to you." He kind of looked like he was thinking about that a minute.
"Shouldn't be too bad since you have a puppy dick" he said with laughter in his voice.
"Didn't feel like a puppy dick when it was in your throat, did it?" I asked.
"Oh, did you get that far? I didn't notice" he said. I punched him in the arm.
"Let's try something like in that porn video" he whispered as he started turning his body around. He ended up with his muzzle in my scrotum and his musky junk rubbing around in my face. Now my whole face smelled like his cum, inside and out. Now that the dam had broken, we were unstoppable.
Rav sucked one of my nuts into his mouth and started carefully rolling it around. I went below his sack and was nibbing on his taint. Surprisingly, it didn't smell nasty down there like I'd imagined -- it was a little musky, but in a good way. I let my tongue reach out and slide across his hole. He released my ball and took my re-stiffening cock into his mouth. I pulled back and took his rigid member in mine, while I persistently pushed my index finger into his tight hot opening. I jumped when I felt him do the same. He didn't waste any time, I felt his palm against my leg. He moved the finger around until he found my little prostate bump and started rubbing it. Two can play that game I thought, and I pushed deeper into him, feeling around for the right spot.
Rav had spent way too much time watching the porn videos. He was doing wild things with his tongue this time. His tongue was on the head, but he had pulled my skin up over his tongue. It felt sooo good. Again, I tried to copy his lead and felt him stiffen a little. Right then, I found his prostate and pushed on it in a circular motion as I worked the head of his meat. He let out a long "oooooooo" and shoved himself deep into my throat again. I struggled not to choke, but eventually got relaxed. I followed suit and pushed until I could feel his nose against my groin. I increased the pressure on his magic button and started the familiar up and down motion on his cock. It only took a few minutes, and I felt the tube on the bottom of it swell and pulse as he unloaded in me again. I started cumming in sympathy, I guess. It wasn't as big a load as the first time, but just as intense. When we came down, he turned himself around and we kissed again. The entire tent smelled like cum and body odor.
"We need a shower" I whispered. Ravan sniffed the air.
"Yeah" he said. We lay there a little longer, then he pulled on only his jeans, no shirt or underwear. I scrambled around and did the same. We climbed down and he pulled some towels out of the back of the Jeep, and we trotted across the road to the bathhouse. It had to be after 10:00 at night. We took the handicap shower at the end, and he pulled the body soap/shampoo out of his jeans pocket, and we lathered each other up. By the time we rinsed and dried off it was late. It takes a while to dry a fur-covered body. I checked my phone when we got back to the campsite, and it said it was 11:11. That seemed like a magical time. Despite probably using up all their hot water in the shower, with our fur still damp, we got cold going back to the campsite. My weather app on the phone said current temp was 40° already. We scrambled up the ladder and into the tent, hit in the face with the smell of what we'd been doing earlier.
"Definitely need to air the tent out in the morning" Rav giggled.
"Yeah" I agreed. I kissed him on his snout and settled in. He twisted around trying to get comfortable and finally ended up in the big spoon position.
"Is it okay if I do this?" he asked as before putting his arm around me.
"Absolutely" I whisper, his face settles into my neck, and we drift off to sleep.
When I woke up the sun was coming in the crack of the door flap that somebody left open. Ravan was outside messing around with a camp stove. I pulled on my jeans and hoodie and climbed down the ladder to see what was up. He was making coffee. I'd never had coffee. My mom and dad drank it, but it was too bitter for my taste. He poured two cups; I started to stop him, but then he pulled cream out of the cooler and added it along with some honey, then stirred each one before handing me one. I tasted it. Wow, this was completely different from drinking it black. I could get used to this. We sat in the chairs by the water, and I pulled a throw blanket over both of us.
"Good morning, love" Ravan said softly.
"Morning...fresiloa" I answered, taking another sip. He grinned and his free hand took mine under the blanket. It was so peaceful here. I could tell Ravan was wanting to say something, but he let it go.
"I guess I should start breakfast" he said. Seems he'd really thought of everything.
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