Chapter 7
DADDY
I didn’t know if my plan would work, but I had to try and help him.
The longer I was on this planet, the clearer it became just how much control technology held over these creatures.
During my trips to procure additional clothes and tools, I noticed more and more of the technological captivity this species faced.
They seemed calm about their imprisonment, as though they had surrendered their freedom in exchange for peace with the system that ruled over them.
Perhaps it was futile to intervene, but I had to at least understand what I was observing.
When Twink stepped out of the door to his building, his eyes widened with his grin. We’d had few interactions, but in each encounter, I could feel how he activated my primal needs, and today was no different.
“Hey,” he said, sizing me up. “Looking good.”
“Thank you. I’ve had time to see what others with similar physiques and statures have been wearing and simulated this when deciding on what to wear.”
His expression twisted up. “That’s what most of us do. It looks good on you, but have to say, I prefer you in what you were wearing the other night.”
I could sense the rush in him, his attraction toward me. It sent a jolt shooting up my spine, and my cock stiffened, which caught his gaze.
“Okay, so…I’ll show you around, then.” He led the way, taking me to the main street. He described some of the buildings’ usage: hotel, barber, restaurant. “This is where a lot of the gays brunch, as you can see.” He motioned toward a place with an impressive patio packed with mostly men.
Two of the men caught my attention. I assumed they were mates, as they had several smaller offspring around them that favored them somewhat, and it poked at that deep desire to have many of my own.
To think, I had plenty of offspring already, yet it wasn’t enough to sate my desire to breed. The life of a Furker…
We continued on Twink’s tour for a few more minutes.
I asked questions, out of sincere interest to have a better understanding of this world, and specifically his community.
He was quick to offer answers, even if at times he looked as though I’d asked something that perhaps I should have already known if I were really from this planet.
We were only a block from the spot where we met when he said, “You mentioned your ex-girlfriend and impregnating, so I guess I should have asked if you have any kids.”
“I do.”
“Huh. That’s cool. And where did you say you were from?”
“I didn’t.”
He snickered, though I sensed discomfort. “Well, aren’t you cryptic? An ex-girlfriend, kids, and some mystery place you don’t want to tell me about.”
“Sorry. Were you asking to know where I’m from?”
“Of course.”
“Very far from here.”
“Overseas?”
“Yes, it is certainly over your seas.”
He gave me another look, the sort that made me feel that, if I kept on like this, he would discover my deception, but it wouldn’t be long before he figured that out anyway.
As we neared the alley leading to the Kaylog, I appreciated that my plan seemed to be coming together perfectly.
If only he could give me insight into this place, on how to spare him from this technological subjugation…
assuming he even wanted to live a life of rebellion and join the resistance.
Maybe he’d prefer to remain comfortably within the safety of his confinement?
“Would you like to see where I’m staying?” My nerves prickled, hopeful as he looked at me, exuding that potent sexual energy, his smile perking even more.
“That’d be nice.”
I led him into the alley, and he hesitated, not following right away.
“Everything all right?” I asked.
“Um…it’s nothing.” He followed me, but I could still sense his uneasiness, which concerned me.
“You aren’t okay, though,” I observed as we continued down the alley.
“Is it gonna be weird if I say Eric told me to be careful around you?”
Tension ratcheted up in me. Maybe Eric was better at determining if someone wasn’t under the grip of the mother system. If that was the case, Twink had no idea Eric was the one harming him, not me.
“If you don’t want to see my place, I’ll understand.”
“No, no. I really want to.”
Between radiating intensity of emotion—matching up with other times he was excited by my form—and the way he eyed my crotch, it was apparent he was talking about more than seeing where I was staying. He wanted to mate. At least, that was as much as I gathered from my limited understanding of him.
My heart fluttered as my cock lengthened even more.
As he gulped, I sensed a different sort of uneasiness within him.
Mixed with excitement, adrenaline was pulsing through him, his pheromones hitting my senses just right, intoxicating the Furker in me that just wanted to give him what he wanted.
Unfortunately, I had more important matters to tend to.
As we came to the vent leading into the Kaylog, I turned to Twink. His gaze met mine, and he licked his lips.
“Twink?”
“Yeah?”
I sensed the desire in his tone, and the images that pulsed through my DNA, displaying all the ways I could take him in this body, taunted me. I battled these impulses, reminding myself of my duty as a Furker—never lose control.
“I want you to know I don’t mean you any harm,” I assured him, which made him tilt his head. “I want to help, Twink.”
“Help with…?”
“Let me show you.”
I approached the wall of my disguised ship, ducked down, and popped open the vent. As I turned to him, I noticed his stiff expression, but emotions pushed through him in such a wild frenzy, it was difficult for me to separate and understand them.
“Um…what’s going on?” he asked.
“I need to show you something important.”
“In a vent? In an alley?”
I nodded, and he glanced either way, his feet shifting subtly. Just as I figured, Chelsea had a psychological hold on him.
He snickered, though this wasn’t like the other times, because I now sensed more than uneasiness. I sensed fear.
“Listen, Twink. It’s not safe to discuss this out in the open. If you get in here with me, I can explain everything.”
His body trembled, and I instinctively moved closer, but that only intensified the unpleasant emotions coursing through him.
No, this wasn’t how this was supposed to happen.
I’d hoped to bring him in willingly, but that was quickly becoming untenable.
I needed to find a way to manage this situation.
“Please,” I said, taking another step toward him. “I can explain everything once you get in there.”
His chin quivered, and he moved swiftly.
I saw a flash of something in his hand before a mist filled the air, striking my eyes.
Pain gripped this body, sending me to my knees.
I couldn’t see, and my Furker instincts kicked in, heightening my awareness of my surroundings.
Blinded, I could only hear the footsteps rushing away from me, so I released a tentacle.
I did a broad sweep until I felt what must’ve been his leg, which I twisted my limb around.
“The fuck!” he called out as I sent another tentacle to restrain him. “Help! Help!”
He was making this so difficult that I had to cover his mouth, and as he struggled in my grasp, I realized the safest thing to do to keep him from harming himself was to inject him with the smallest dose of my sedative.
It was something I normally would have been practical about, using it without any qualms, but this form had made me more acutely aware of the guilt I experienced when doing anything that distressed Twink.
He relaxed in my hold as the venom did its work.
Now if I could figure out what to do about my burning eyes.