Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Horny and alone, I decide maybe it’s time for a little me-time with my favorite toys, so I take a quick shower and clean myself up and out, before I rewrap myself in my robe and grab my toy box.
I don’t put them away dirty, but it’s been a little while since I played, so I head to the kitchen sink so I can wash everything.
And then I’m no longer in my apartment. I sway, a little disoriented from the change of location, and Dr. Randy reaches out a hand to steady me as I blink up at him, reaching for my ringing ears.
“What the fuck?” It's not so much a question as a statement of surprise.
“I had you teleported here in order to speak to you before Lora arrives,” Dr. Randy explains, lifting me up like a kid and putting me on a ScaryDarkAlienVampire sized chair.
“Ah,” I say, putting my toy box on my lap and protecting the lid with both hands. Holy shit. I’m at the doctor’s office with all my sex toys. Holy fucking shit. Is it possible to die from embarrassment? I might be the human to prove it is.
Dr. Randy sits on his stool in front of me, watching me with intense concern.
“This is what humans call a sex-ed class. I am going to give you information about ScaryDarkAlienVampire anatomy and physiology, and explain different methods for engaging in sexual activities and intercourse between our two species. Because of the significant size difference, there are some precautions that will keep you safe and healthy if you and Lora choose to explore penetrative sex.”
Oh lovely, another sex talk. The first one wasn’t traumatizing enough. “Ok,” I reply because what else am I going to say?
Dr. Randy brings my attention to a wall where the image of a generic nude ScaryDarkAlienVampire appears.
They look like a human with a few key differences.
Fewer ribs, flatter pectorals and no nipples, so clearly not a mammalian type species.
They have differently shaped abdominals as well.
Instead of rounded rectangles, their abs are long, sleek horizontal layers.
Beneath the abs is the classic cum gutter leading to a Ken-doll shaped mound with a slit.
As I watch, the image animates and the slit widens around a long shaft that looks sort of like a human dick except the head is more arrow shaped and there is no foreskin.
I assume the protective pouch where they keep their dicks hidden functions in the same way as foreskin, so that’s interesting.
“This is the genital presentation for the ones among us who choose a penetrative role. We do not refer to this presentation as male or female, but for the sake of the limitations of human language, this is the male presentation,” Dr. Randy explains.
“The ones who choose a penetrative role?” I ask as the animation starts again.
“Correct. Our sexual expression is chosen once we reach sexual maturity. It is not a permanent change, but perhaps one in a hundred thousand people change their minds after making the initial choice. It is rare for one of us to choose to change roles. I initially chose the receptive role, but changed to the penetrative role because my first long term partner was receptive and didn’t want to change.
” Dr. Randy shrugs in a very human way. “I do not have a preference for either now, and would return to the receptive role if I found a partner who wanted the penetrative role.”
They are aliens. I have to remind myself of that because the ability to just change your genital presentation is a little bit horrifying. My balls hurt thinking about what it would take to change them into… nope. Not gonna think about that. Ouchie. Trans people are so fucking brave.
“Ok. So Lora prefers the penetrative role. I’m fine bottoming. And it doesn’t really look like that is going to be too difficult to manage,” I say, pointing to the shaft of the animation.
Dr. Randy rattles negatively and stands up, walking to the wall and standing next to the animation. It’s significantly smaller than him, and as I watch, it grows in size to match him.
“Oh,” I realize. “Oh no,” I add. “That’s going to hurt.”
Dr. Randy dips his chin and rattles his agreement. “You do not have to engage in penetrative sex. I am here to help you navigate interspecies sex without hurting yourself, but if you want to explore penetration, you will need some preparation.”
“Uh, yeah. I’m going to need a fifty gallon drum of lube and about ten years of stretch work to prepare for that monster!” Am I scared? No. Maybe. Just a little.
“Our species is much larger than most other known species. We have specifically programmed nanobots designed to enable interspecies sexual congress. I will inject the nanobots into your arm. It will take twenty Earth days for the nanobots to complete the adaptations.”
Do I look concerned? This is my I-trust-the-alien-doctor face. I swear.
“Uh, what exactly are the adaptations?” I swear I trust him. Really. I’m just being a good patient and asking clarifying questions because that’s what I’m supposed to do.
Shudder.
Dr. Randy changes the image on the wall to a representation of male human anatomy. “The adaptations will include?—”
Uh… maybe I will spare you the details of what amounts to a lecture about how humans have the capacity for intersex presentation in every single one of our DNA strands and how the nanites will use that capacity to make me able to take alien dick without agony for the rest of my life.
Also if I wanted to, Dr. Randy could program them to make me able to carry hybrid offspring to term, but not with ScaryDarkAlienVampires because they spawn differently than humans do.
We can donate to them, but not vice versa. …
Yeah, so I agree to everything but the ability to procreate because that’s just a little more body modification than I’m willing to do my first time.
I don’t have tattoos; you think I’m going to change my body into some omegaverse-come-to-life scenario?
Bee would think I’m missing out on a prime opportunity, but Dr. Randy assures me I can change my mind at any time, and he would reprogram the nanites to give me the mpreg adaptations if I ever wanted them.
I promise that there is nothing in the universe that is going to make me want to become pregnant with an alien or human baby. I’ve heard Bee’s horror stories, and I’m not about that.
So, Dr. Randy gives me an injection that he assures me has two nanites about the size of a human eukaryotic cell.
Those nanites will get to work creating more nanites that will be about the size of a ribosome, which he assures me is the smallest structure in the human cell, and those tiny little nanites will start editing my DNA, which will then change the structure of my body to accommodate Lora’s hugeass dick.
Or something like that. I’m not a biology guy; I’m a tech guy.
Also, I get the benefit of extremely quick healing now. So, there’s that.
“You know, this might be the most extreme thing anyone has ever done for the sake of a fuck,” I tell him as he puts away his injection device and pulls up a monitor of the nanites that appear to be already hard at work.
Dr. Randy has his back turned to me and he chuckles softly, which makes me feel pretty good about getting past his professional demeanor. Look at the tiny human go, making the ScaryDarkAlienVampire doctor laugh at a sex joke.
“Lora is arriving,” he says, reaching over and hitting a button. A fan immediately begins blowing, and my alien appears with the clap of thunder.
It’s air displacement, by the way. The thunder, that is. Lora appearing in that space all at once displaces the air that was there so quickly that it claps like thunder. Guess who got a science lesson about teleportation a few days ago.
“Ollie,” Lora says, rattling at the same time, which sounds like he’s growling my name.
Goosebumps. I defy anyone to hear their name said like that and not get goosebumps.
“I’m here,” I respond, because I’m stupid and obviously haven’t been entrusted with the brain today.
Dr. Randy pushes his chair at Lora. “Sit, and I suggest not touching,” he says mildly.
Lora does as he’s told and slides the chair well out of arm’s reach while I decide to sit crisscross applesauce on the exam table with my box of sex toys on my lap.
“So, I got an injection of nanites to enable me to safely take your dick in twenty days,” I start because we’re supposed to be negotiating sex.
Lora’s sharp teeth make an appearance as he grins. “It will be difficult to wait for twenty days, but it is a relief to know you want to engage in sexual intimacy with me beyond the influence of my pheromones and your alcohol induced concupiscence.”
I’m a little surprised that he thinks I wouldn’t be into him when I’m in my right mind.
“Alcohol doesn’t change who a person is, it just makes them more of what they already are.
At least that’s true for humans. I want to get naked with you and share some orgasms and see where this attraction leads.
I’m pretty vanilla about sex. I don’t need power plays or roleplaying or anything really out of normal parameters. I have dildos if you want to play…”
Annnnnddd, I accidentally pat the box of toys in my lap.
Outing my own fucking self stops me dead in my tracks, and I lose the thread of whatever the fuck I was trying to say as Lora’s entire focus changes from my face to the box.
He grabs the arms of his chair in a white knuckle grip as if to keep himself from launching at the box, and I don’t know what is going on behind those black eyes, but it looks violent and terrifying, and why the fuck am I getting hard right now?
Fuck, I need friction.
Dr. Randy speaks gently in their native language, reminding us that he is still in the room with us and pulling us both out of the lust-craze. He ups the rotation of the fan, which creates more noise in the room, but actually helps with the haze of lust. Those pheromones pack a punch. Goddamn.
Lora pushes his chair all the way across the room as far from me as he can get, speaking to Dr. Randy in their language, sounding gravelly but maybe a little apologetic. I don’t know. It's hard to tell from the tone what they’re talking about.
Lora returns his attention to my face. “I will enjoy using your artificial sexual aids with you until your body adapts to the modifications the nanites will induce.”
“Me too,” I agree. “Uh, limits, right? We need limits.” I speak in a rush because honestly, if I don’t get these words out, I might forget I need to speak them.
“I think as long as we’re not doing anything extreme and we both get to orgasm, I will be happy.
I like giving and receiving oral pleasure, but don’t bite my dick or balls.
They’re too sensitive for that shit, and I am not into CBT.
I am on board with anal penetration both giving and receiving, but I understand you’re a top, and I’m happy to bottom for you as long as we both get to come.
Mutual pleasure is really important to me.
I don’t want to be left hanging high and dry. I’m not into neglecting your partner.”
“I will never neglect your pleasure,” Lora assures me in that rattling growly tone he keeps reverting to.
Who knew I would be into that kind of thing in real life? It’s fine in books. Hot even. But I always thought it would be kinda cringe in real life. I’m happy to report I was wrong.
“I won’t neglect yours either. Do you have limits?” I ask, swallowing hard to redistribute some moisture to my suddenly dry mouth.
“I do not have the right structures for reception, and I do not want to receive. I want you to bite me. Hard enough to draw blood to the surface, please. I cannot orgasm without it. Your blunt teeth will not be able to penetrate my skin, so you don’t have to worry about injury.
” He stops and glances at Dr. Randy, who is monitoring the nanite activity rather than watching us.
“I also cannot abide sharing my partners, which is unusual for parents of my species. My sex tends to need variety, but I am vehemently opposed to sharing.”
“That works for me, I don’t have other sexual partners, and I seriously doubt I would want them even if I had a plethora of men beating down my door, but I think we should establish the, uh, goal.
” Embarrassment stains my cheeks pink, but I push on because I’m a grownass man who needs to manage my own expectations.
“Are we starting a romantic relationship or are we adding lust to our platonic friendship?”
Please be romantic, please be romantic…
Lora rattles in approval. “My intentions toward you are romantic, Ollie. We should be friends and romantic sexual partners.”
Fireworks, thunderous applause, and my internal voice screaming “YIPPEE HIP HIP HOORAY” all happen inside my head as I nod in moderate agreement, trying not to show how fucking happy that makes me.
The heart monitor on the wall going absolutely bananas betrays me, but my voice is steady and firm when I speak.
“Good. That’s what I want, too. Is there anything else we need to talk about? ”
“Do you consent to sex when my pheromone secretions overwhelm you?” he asks, which was the whole point of this conversation to begin with. Preconsent.
“Unless I am injured, if I tell you I want sex, I want you to take that as consent. If I am injured, please don’t hurt me further even if I’m out of my mind, crazy with lust.” Blanket consent is weird, but if I want this guy to fuck me, I have to make sure he will.
Lora dips his chin, rattling with approval before turning his gaze to Dr. Randy. “Did we miss anything?”
Dr. Randy turns toward us, rattling negatively. “I don’t believe so.”
“Then I will take my human back to his domicile. Thank you for your help.” Lora stands, striding over to me and picking me and my box up before teleporting us back to my house.
Yay.