Man 1: (holding the puppets) ...I honestly don't think it can be salvaged as they are. It's taken the form of a small catalystic creature. That discovery has its own merit, but I may have to destroy them completely to have any chance of salvaging the necrotic dust. You did encourage them to make more, yes?
Captain: It turned out to be unnecessary. Making more is all they do to occupy their time. I figured there was no sense in adding a request for something they already had every intention of doing. What do you plan to do with them, anyway?
Man 1: Well, I'll disassemble one just to see. The rest I'll find some way to tinker-
Captain: (looks over to the garden suddenly remembering) Oh, they've already pulled one. Excuse me.
Man 1: Yes captain. I should really get to it anyway. Again thanks for retrieving these. I'm sure something will come of it.
Captain: I'll leave you to it (nods as Man 1 turns to walk away).
The men lay her down on her back, with her head over the edge of the table.
Man 4: Captain? Would you like to do the honors?
Captain: Oh, no. By all means (waves them to proceed). Have at her.
Man 4: Her?
Captain: (He smiles the smile of someone with secret knowledge) Strangely, they have a similar thing going on in the e-garden. The equivalent of these things are called "she" and "her" instead of "he" and "him".
Man 4: Oh. Okay.
Man 4 sticks it into her mouth. The other men gathered around "ooh and ahh" a bit.
Man 4: Huh. Yeah, this works great.
Captain: Yes. (still with the same smile) It seems we've found a way to fuck their mouths. Good work everyone.
The captain pushes the next woman into the e-garden
Man 2: Fuck?
Captain: Yes. That is their term for their equivalent of this process.
Man 2: Huh. Fuckology, eh? It does kind of bounce off the tongue.
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The Masses
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