Strange Charm
By A. Phallus Si
Text copyright © 2017 A. Phallus Si
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For my believers and friends
Blurb:
Igor and Ajax are experiencing the adventure of a lifetime. One last hurrah before the responsibilities of adulthood draw these littermates apart. Galaticaching their way through star systems they encounter more than they bargained for during their stopover at Space Portal Vector 7Z-218.
This unassuming station at the edge of the galaxy holds a key, and the space hijinks and absurdities exponentially increase as they try to find the elusive token and solve its mystery. Ajax has always counted on Igor and vice versa, but he never imagined what he discovers. Will either of their futures ever be the same after the games?
Cultural Logs – Species index
Bauman: Arboroid. Bipedal species of tree shifters, massive in scale. Origins unknown. All contacts have been with mature entities since seedlings don’t leave their base tree. Upon maturity some males choose to wander the universe, reasons unknown. Prized as prisoners of war for their strength and as objects of phallic worship.
Caurentian: Caninoid. Hierarchical species with prestige and honor based on trading, wealth, and allegiances. Origin: Sirius System. Observance of strict protocols is critical in successful negotiations. Aka. Golden Jackals
Cirrinia: Cephaloid species that frequently presents in its octopedal form. Origin: Volans System. Often either shy or overly aggressive. Use ink as a defense mechanism or to express excitement. NOTE: Subspecies Haplo’s ink is lethally toxic to all humanoid species.
Feldoonae: Felinoid species that reproduce solely via artificial means. Origin: Regulus System. Most form prides and genetically design their offspring when mature, selecting for litter strength and diversity of skills.
Fraxian: Humanoid shipbound species. Nomadic traders willing to handle any and all deals for a price. Flexible morals. Origin of the species unknown. Homeworld destroyed when their sun went supernova; the Fraxians have been nomadic ever since. Lead ship of the fleet, Taraxicum.
Freed: Data incomplete. See Hetaerae.
Hetaerae: Humanoid. Little is known of this mysterious race other than they are prized as genetically desirable and seemingly of unending sexual appetites. Never observed outside of brothel or harem settings. Addendum: Race name is in question due to events on SPV7Z-218, per the Galactic Commerce Commission. Please refer to the species as Freed until further notice.
Human: Species originating from the planet Earth. Coloring and attitudes vary significantly by colony. No set hierarchy or belief structure, political and social stability is an issue with less diverse colonies.
Phos: Entry needed. Species name recorded, but details not known.
Thlyacine: Caninoid. Bi-gestational species, both male and females reproduce. Polyamorous by nature, group bonding is the norm. Highly social, and often boisterous. Origin: Gamma Crucis System.
Cache XXX
“I am not doing that again. Ever.”
“Come on, Igor. It wasn’t that bad.”
Igor seemed to be of a different opinion as he glared at his companion while shimmying out of his suit. The material made a loud sucking sound as it separated from his flesh. Finally free, he kicked it into the corner near his boots as he ripped the cap from his head to join the rest.
Naked, he turned back to Jax. “I was just in the egress of a Flatula. Please, tell me. What could be worse?” He asked while wiping his face repeatedly to remove more of the violet grit and slime that coated them both.
Jax opened his mouth to respond...
“Shut up!” Igor’s finger pushed his jaw closed. “Don’t answer that. And, do not fucking touch anything before you sonic, Jax.”
Clean, Igor grunted as he dropped into the adjacent seat while he was plotting coordinates. The aggravation rolling off of him had been in no way mitigated by his shower. Jax had tried to insist he go first, but Igor claimed that the sooner they left this system behind the better. Short, but thorough enough to remove all traces of their adventure, he surrendered the sonic shower, figuring the less time Igor spent encrusted in flatulence the better. While it had been unsavory, it hadn’t been the worst thing they’d done to get a token.
“I don’t think this was that bad.” Igor gave him a death glare. Hiding a smirk, he continued, “You weren’t thrilled with the stables on Carnarvon Moonbase.”
“We had to impersonate grooms to find that token,” he snorted.
“Not too horrible.”
“Did we even grow up together?” Igor entered calculations in the computer. “I’m allergic to straw, idiot. Plus, we actually had to groom the horses.”
Engaging the drives, “You like brushing.” He leaned over to stroke Igor’s head. He loved how soft his hair was, wrapping a length around his forearm and then releasing it.
Jerking away. “My own hair. I like brushing my own hair.”
While he was distracted by the controls, Jax continued playing with the wavy mass bouncing down to Igor’s waist. He loved it, but Igor always got cranky when he messed around with his hair. Sighing, “They were pretty ponies.”
“They were humanoids, Jax. Not horses. That wasn’t the kind of grooming I thought we’d signed up for.” His littermate blushed. “And... I had to retrieve your token from a very agitated stallion’s nutsack before his rider returned.”
The panel seemed to be holding up against Igor’s onslaught, beeping incessantly at his methodical hammering. The ferocity with which he did it clearly illustrated that he was definitely not done venting his displeasure at their latest adventure. Jax decided it was far better to provoke his outburst than watch it fester.
Spinning around, Igor continued, “Why is it I’m always the one deep in shit and nuts while you stand nearby?”
That was an unfortunate coincidence, but he doubted Igor would believe it was unintentional. It was funny though, and Igor was so irritated that he was huffing in frustration. Just a bit more and he’d snap.
“I was cornered by those two mares.”
“You’re a Feldoon military operative. How in the world could two fillies have you cornered?” It took everything Jax had to keep from laughing at the incredulous look on Igor’s face.
“The roan took exception to how I was braiding her tail and pushed me into the boards while the other was nickering all over me!”
“Nickering?”
“Well, what do you call it when they run their muzzles up and down?”
“She was nuzzling you?” Igor questioned. His eyes narrowed then abruptly added, “She was sucking you off?”
“No! I managed to escape before she could figure out the fasteners with her teeth. I crawled over the side rail and came to help you!”
“Help?” Igor laughed harshly. “What help? You stood in another stall watching while I fumbled around with his testicles. And he was not happy!”
Between the outraged tone and his expressions, Jax couldn’t help it. He fell off his chair laughing. “The look on your face when you couldn’t pull it loose and decided to use your kravnar blade...” His words dissolved into raucous cackling.
“Dickhead.” Igor tried to punctuate his point with his boot. “I still have a bite mark on my shoulder and a bruise where he kicked me in the ass—two weeks ago. They might look cute, but those glitter hooves are deadly.”
Crawling over, Jax pulled on his leg trying to twist him around, “Here, let me kiss it better.”
“Fuck off.”
“I set the autopilot. Let’s bunk and I’ll show you how sorry I am.” Igor begrudgingly allowed Jax to lead them towards the sleeping quarters.
“As long as it’s your ass taking a pounding tonight.” �
��Whatever you want.”
As it turned out that wasn’t what Igor wanted. After extensive kissing, several bites, and then licking it all better—all over—Igor was mewling and begging, with his ass high and legs spread wide. Determined not to fall back out of his good graces, Jax was more than happy to oblige.
“Where is your lube?”
His head popped up and looked backwards, “What?”
“Lube. I’m all out.”
Grumbling, “A whole case?” Pointing to a drawer beneath them. “There. Left-hand side.”
Jax shoved things around and then stopped. Are you kidding me? “What the hell is this?”
Igor looked over his shoulder again and huffed, “A dildo.”
“Duh. Why?” He hefted it then swung it around executing a few katas. “And purple, really?” He smacked Igor’s ass with it. Good density. Might be useful for something.
“It was a gift. Now stop dicking around.” His hand was ineffectually swiping at the dildo poking him.
Alright, that confused him. No one needed a toy like this unless they were going to solitary. He should know; he’d been stockpiling for his next assignment after they returned. Heck, it didn’t even vibrate. Dubiously he asked, “From whom?”
“Valeris. His idea of a parting gift.”
Of course, he knew there was something off about that pompous eight-foot salamander. “What, so you’d remember his schlong?”
“It is based on a mold of it.”
“Presumptuous prick.” He chucked it onto the floor. “I got something better for you.”
“More action. Less talk, Jax.”
Fumbling the lube, he tried to squeeze some out. “It hasn’t even been opened.” He grunted and struggled with the top. He tried to imagine whom Igor had been playing with, considering the dearth of supplies and toys. His littermate was too young to be retreating to his den alone. Jax should get Sirdar on it, because all this was wrong in too many ways, and he was the only one Igor listened to on a regular basis.
Igor expressed his forbearance at the delay with a long groan, wiggling a bit more in encouragement, his heavy balls swaying. Sexy fuck.
“I’m getting there, baby. Be patient.”
Finally! He managed a generous stripe. A couple of slippery tugs along his cock and then he was rubbing Igor’s hole. Applying the lightest of pressure and pulling back, reveling in the eager moans. Teasing his littermate until Igor’s pucker started kissing his cock. “So hot. Show me how much you want it.”
“Jax,” he keened. “Give me.”
“That’s it.” Jax leaned in against the gentle resistance, and then was pushing in, one long, slow slide. The warmth surrounding him felt like coming home. “So tight.” Two sets of moans echoed as Jax finally came to rest with their balls nestled together. “That’s it. Squeeze me, baby.” He pulled back just as slow, watching his cock reappear, Igor’s anus a smooth ring grasping him. “So fucking gorgeous, baby.”
Igor slammed back impatiently. “Only eight minutes older. So. Quit.” Panting, he continued rocking deep onto Jax’s cock. “With the baby... and fuck me!”
Expelled from the fluttering wormhole, the small space runner slowed as the black void gave way to an increasingly large object. Irregular and cobbled together from old freighters and assorted debris, it failed to inspire. Jax’s fingers flew across the controls noting the sibilant voice’s docking permissions. Easing into the assigned slot, he shut down the engines and grinned at Igor.
“Space Port Vector 7Z-218. Let’s go.”
“No.” Negligently crossing his feet on the screen displaying the map visuals of the port, Igor reclined further into the seat. “I said I wouldn’t do another one.”
“But... this is the SPV7Z token. It’s unlikely anyone else will find it. I get this one and I’m guaranteed the top circle, if not a win.”
“Well, good luck with it.”
“Igor,” Jax whined. “You seriously cannot be backing out now.”
“No. That’s what we were doing out of that floriate creature’s anus last week. Today, I am shopping for a new equisuit and eating something, no anything, besides reconstituted dried squid flakes. Five weeks, Jax. Five weeks of nothing but slightly chewy, gray mush.”
“How was I to know that the Gralledar space station had been hit by an asteroid?”
“It’s in the Schrödinger System! Nonzero chance it would be.” Igor thunked his head on the navpanel in frustration.
“Yeah... I sorta forgot about that when I was strategizing. Still, those emergency rations were a blessing.” Seeing the unflinching stare and raised brow, he offered, “I’ll buy you a nice meal, anything you want.” He tugged on a long lock of magenta, using it to pull up his obstinate co-pilot.
What had begun as a lark had become an obsession—for Jax. They’d always joked about galacticaching when they were growing up, and suddenly, with Jax’s pending promotion, time seemed to have run out on youthful adventures. He wheedled Igor’s participation out of him by playing on fraternal loyalty. The first six tokens they’d found garnered them a moderate ranking, but running around their own star system hadn’t landed them any Bling tokens. He had convinced Igor to go after one in the Andromeda galaxy. That had led to another, even further from the core, and their first Bling. Jax was hooked and dragged an increasingly unenthusiastic Igor deeper into space. The last few had been difficult and Igor’s anger, while funny, was not without merit, as he seemed to bear the brunt of the tasks in retrieving the tokens. Seeing him irritable made Jax testy. He needed to find Igor a good meal and a good fuck, then things would be all right. His littermate just needed to relax.
“Fine. I’m going for the food. You’re on your own with the token.”
“Sure thing.” He wrapped his arm around Igor’s shoulder and herded him off the tiny space runner. “You’ll have your pick of everything.”
“More like what I can get,” Igor said glumly, staring out across the deserted and battered platform. “From the looks of it, we’ll be lucky to get simulmeat on SPV7Z.”
Jax slid both their IDentchips across the scarred counter. A pair of pale green tentacles slid through the partition and grabbed them. After a quick insertion into the panel, they were passed back.
“Enter the chamber one at a time.” The voice translator system stuttered and skipped a bit.
Igor pushed him inside, waiting patiently as the clear panel closed and the opposite one opened. Jax stepped out and smiled back, “Come on, baby. Gastronomic pleasures await.”
Following him, Igor waited as the silent scan ran. And waited. The panels remained closed. Jax made faces at him until a series of lights ran across the top and a disembodied voice stated, “Biometric scans have identified a banned organism. Quarantine procedures are in effect.” A beeping commenced. “Level IV safety standards apply.”
Igor slapped his hand against the clear wall. The attendant ignored him. “Hey!” He slammed the panel harder. “You! Yeah, you! What is going on?” Still no response, in fact the cephaloid slid behind a partition and was no longer visible to either Igor or Jax. Turning back, “What is happening, Jax? Why aren’t you infected?”
Shit. Igor’s wide eyes made him want to reassure. “Just relax. I’m sure it’s a mistake.” He bit his lip. “Or something minor.”
Then the floor gave out, and Igor was gone.
The Art of Persuasion
“I don’t care if I need an escort. I’m not waiting any longer.” Patience expended, Jax grabbed the Port Master’s attendant by the beak and mantle. “Where is my companion?”
Immobilized, his eight arms flailing and wrapping around Jax had no effect, and the pressure applied just behind the sentry’s head seemed to be having the desired result. The arms uncoiled from Jax.
Quaking, the cephaloid tried to reason, “Sir, you must wait.” The translator was still hiccupping, but the message was clear enough and Jax was having none of it.
Fine, how about this for a message. Incre
asing pressure on his mantle, he released the beak. “Give me the location where I can find him or I will start making you asymmetrical.” He waved his kravnar blade for illustration.
A puddle of ink discharged onto the floor beneath the trembling worker. “Here. Right here,” he squeaked. Pointing at a map, he circled a section of the station two levels down—directly below them.
“Where...” Jax didn’t have to finish his question, three tentacles waved madly in the direction of a drab gray panel.
After being led through a maze of back corridors by his hand intelunit, Jax barged into an empty room. Well, almost empty. There was a single human tapping on a panel along the far wall.
“Is this where Level IV detainees are processed?”
The blank look did nothing to assuage his concerns that he had indeed located where Igor was being held. If it weren’t, he’d go back and tie that Cirrina’s tentacles into a Gordian knot.
“What?”
“Level IV procedure detainees.” Still blank—oblivious. “The bioscan at the docking entry detected a banned organism and then my friend disappeared through the floor.”
A large bubble snapped and stuck to his face. “Oh. You mean vaccinations and parasite removals. Yeah, you got the right place. Head through that door on the left.” And he promptly went back to staring at the panel and tapping away again.
There were six doors: one black, two red, and three blue. There was a large nutrition center between the red and blue doors. Which left did he mean? The left-left, the black one? The red one left of the Chomp Bars’ dispenser or the blue one just to left of the attendant. Watching the systematic typing some more, and anticipating further useless assistance, he decided to just pick one.
Fine, the leftmost door—black. He tried the panel, but it refused to open. Okay, maybe not. Screw it! I’ll go down the line. The first red panel opened and he quickly stepped back and it shut. Frack! Best to forget he ever saw that. Ugh. He hesitated and then tried the other red door. It was dark and vacant, but the lingering odor made his stomach turn.
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