CHAPTER 3
Dr. Love washes her hands, pulling on gloves as she explains that I’m the first to accidentally “lose” a Sovian penile sphere inside of me.
I think I prefer calling it a clitball.
“Pretty sure you won’t be the last.” She chuckles as she pulls around a machine I couldn’t begin to name. “There is one other Sovian who comes to Phantoms… He would probably pay extra for you to swallow it.”
“I’ll pass.”
“You haven’t even asked how we have to get it out. I know you’ll pass.” She starts pushing buttons on the machine. “Luckily, this was an accident, or your Sovian might be banned from the booth permanently.”
“I don’t want that.”
Swapping her gloves, she says, “I know.”
“Is he okay?”
Dr. Love looks up at me and smiles. “He’s going to be fine. Since he’s marked as one of your favorites, you can go see him after we’re done.”
“I’d like that.”
“Alright, let’s get that out of you. It takes approximately five to ten minutes to get from your epiglottis to the lower sphincter, but you might take less.”
“Because I’m short?”
She nods. “Less distance for it to travel.”
The way she says it, I almost expect her to boop my nose and call me “cutie pie.”
Handing me a small plastic square with a single red button, she says, “This might hurt. If it starts to, at any point, squeeze the button. I’ll stop and give you something for the pain, okay?”
“Why not give it to me, anyway?”
“Because you want to go say ‘Hi’ and it might knock you out.”
“Oh… Okay.”
It doesn’t hurt, but it is one of the more uncomfortable things I’ve gone through in recent memory.
She basically intubates me with a vacuum and I nearly throw up when she pulls it back out.
But I don’t. I have an incentive to get through this.
“Can I see him now?” I ask, voice rasping.
“Yes. But only if you promise to drink this water bottle while you do.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She grimaces at that, but opens the door and points toward the room I’d seen him in previously. “Go say ‘Hi’ and see how he’s doing for yourself.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Ferrok sits on a diagnostic table like the one I had, but his feet touch the floor.
He looks perfectly normal. They even let him get dressed.
“I was hoping they’d let me see you.” He holds out his hand and I take it as all of his eyes inspect me.
With the exception of his worried expression and the streak of Mooralan’s cum on his wrist, Ferrok doesn’t look like anything happened.
“Hi.” I offer him an apologetic wince. “Sorry I swallowed part of you.”
“If it didn’t require you making a visit to the infirmary… I wouldn’t mind at all.” He laughs and glances down. “I don’t think I’ve come that hard in my entire life.”
“I mean… you also had to be here.”
“I didn’t, really. They wanted to make sure I was fine, but… I can grow another one.”
“You can?”
“If it’s outside of my body for long enough, my reproductive system will make another.” It’s his turn to wince. “Though, it might hurt if it made it to your stomach acid. I can’t be certain.”
“Let’s not find out.”
“I will remove it in the future, if you let me penetrate you again.” He says it so cautiously.
“It was an accident. Accidents happen.”
“It was careless. I know it ejects when I come. I did not pay enough attention.”
“It ejects?” I’m going to start thinking of it as a loaded gun.
He nods and an alien nurse comes quietly in and sets a tray on the bed beside him. His clitball rolls in it, like a marble.
Picking it up, he offers it to me. “If you want it, you may keep it.”
“Don’t you want to put it back in?”
“It is…” He hesitates, grimacing like he doesn’t know the right words. “No longer functional.”
“Oh.”
“Some of my kind take them as trophies and string them on necklaces as proof of their conquests.”
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but… Ew?”
“It’s not a practice I approve of either.” He puts it back in the tray. “I’ll have them dispose of it.”
“This all ended… badly.” Maybe I do need to start asking for things. “Do you want to go, get something to eat, or maybe just hang out?”
He brightens, and asks, “Can Mooralan join us?”
“Yeah, totally.”
“Then I would love to see you in less medical surrounds.”
I huff a laugh at the ridiculous wording and tell him where I’ll meet them, before I head back to my locker room.