Get out.
No, seriously. Why are you still here?
Oh, right. You are the observer. The peeping tom with the God-complex reading our lives like it is some kind of cheap erotic novel.
Well, the joke is on you. It is a cheap erotic novel. But it is our erotic novel.
It's me Xecta.
Shorty.
The medic who just saved the world's most annoying hero by drinking my own fluids. Yeah, I know you saw that. Don't look at me like that.
We are currently in my room. It is small, cozy, and smells like antiseptic and vanilla candles. Mostly vanilla. I try to mask the hospital smell because I live in it all day.
Arararan is here.
She burst in five minutes ago, looking flushed, smelling like Vice's fancy soap and... well... Capt.
She is sitting on my bed, her legs swinging back and forth, eating a protein bar like she didn't just escape from the lion's den.
"And then?" I ask, leaning forward in my chair. "He didn't notice? At all?"
"Nope!" Arararan giggles, chewing with her mouth open. "He was so wuz-wuz, Xecta. He thought I was Vice. He held me like I was a glass doll. It was... weird. But good weird. Like gigu-gigu weird."
I sigh, shaking my head. "You are lucky Vice didn't catch you. She is in the command center right now, yelling at the maintenance drones."
"I know!" Arararan swallows. "But Xecta... the way he moved... it was so slow. He kissed me. Like, real kissing. Not just face-mashing."
I feel a pang of jealousy in my chest. Just a little one. I mean, I rode him to save his life, but he was barely conscious. Arararan got the romance. Even if it was accidental.
"It must be nice," I mumble, looking at my hands.
Arararan stops swinging her legs. She looks at me with those big, chaotic eyes. "You want to try?"
"Try what?" I blink. "He is asleep. And he is a girl now. The transformation started, remember?"
"Not him," Arararan says. She hops off the bed and walks over to my desk. She starts rummaging through my drawer. "The toy! The one Prof made for you! You showed it to me last week!"
I blush. My face feels like it is on fire. "Arararan! That is private!"
"Nothing is private on this ship!" She pulls it out.
There it is.
The 'Inquor-Simulation Unit 3000'. Or as Prof calls it, 'The Stick'.
It is a strap-on. But not just any strap-on. Prof molded it directly from a 3D scan of Capt's penis. It has the same veins, the same curve, the same dimensions. It even heats up to his exact body temperature. And the kicker? It has a reservoir system that simulates ejaculation with synthetic fluids Prof whipped up.
"Prof said it gives bio-feedback," Arararan says, holding it up like it is a trophy. "If you wear it, it stimulates your nerves to make you feel what the penis feels. Kind of."
"So?" I cross my arms.
"So," Arararan grins, a mischievous, devilish grin. "I want to be Ranyan."
"What?"
"I want to show you," she says, walking towards me. "I want to show you how gentle he was. I want to play the big brother. And you... you can be the Vice Captain."
I stare at her.
It is a crazy idea. It is perverse. It is messed up.
It is perfect.
"Okay," I whisper.
Arararan doesn't waste time. She strips off her clothes. Her body is small, petite like mine, but she has that wiry strength. She puts on the harness. It is black leather, contrasting with her pale skin. She positions the dildo. It looks massive on her. Comically large. But when she snaps her hips, it bobs with a terrifying realism.
"Call me Ranyan... oops... Capt," she deepens her voice, puffing out her small chest.
I can't help but giggle. But then, looking at the toy... looking at the hunger in her eyes... my laughter dies in my throat.
I stand up and let my robe fall to the floor.
I am naked. Exposed.
"Okay... Capt," I whisper.
Arararan steps closer. She reaches out and touches my face. Her hands are small, but she is mimicking his touch. Gentle. Reverent.
"You smell like vanilla," she says, improvising. "My sweet Vice."
She pushes me backward onto the bed.
I lie back, spreading my legs. My heart is hammering. This is just a game, right? Just two bored Melitos blowing off steam?
But when she climbs over me, blocking out the light, the silhouette looks eerily familiar.
She guides the silicone head to my entrance.
It is warm. Prof really is a genius. It feels exactly like him.
"Relax," Arararan whispers. "I am going to take care of you."
She pushes in.
"Oh!" I gasp.
It stretches me. It fills me completely. The size is daunting, but my body remembers it. My muscles relax to accommodate the intrusion.
Arararan groans. "Whoa... Xecta... I mean, Vice... I can feel it. The harness... it is vibrating against my purupin."
"Is it?" I pant.
"Yeah. It feels like I am inside you."
She starts to move.
She mimics the rhythm she described. Slow. Deep. Methodical.
I close my eyes. I imagine it is him. I imagine he isn't asleep in Vice's room, but here, with me. Loving me.
"That's it," Arararan murmurs. She leans down and kisses me.
Her lips are soft. She tastes like the protein bar she was eating. Chocolate and peanut butter. Not strawberries and vodka. But it works.
"Capt..." I moan, slipping into the roleplay. "Please... deeper."
Arararan grins against my mouth. "As you wish, Vice."
She snaps her hips. The dildo hits my cervix.
A jolt of pleasure shoots up my spine. It is a dry orgasm building. I am not producing Melios. I am not healing anyone. I am just... feeling.
My hands roam over Arararan's back. She is smaller than him. smoother. But her energy is frantic, barely contained by the slow pace she is forcing herself to keep.
"I am going to fill you," Arararan growls. She reaches down to the base of the dildo and presses the hidden button.
The release mechanism activates.
Inside me, the tip of the toy spurts warm, viscous fluid.
The sensation of being filled with artificial heat sends me over the edge.
"Ah! Ah!" I cry out, arching my back. "I'm coming!"
I clench around the toy. My orgasm rips through me. It is sharp, intense, and selfish. I am not giving. I am taking.
Arararan rides out my climax, grinding her hips against mine. Her eyes are rolled back. The feedback from the harness must be working because she is panting, her face flushed red.
"Yeah... take it... take my fake blublub..." she babbles. Typical Arararan. ruining the mood with weird words.
But I don't care.
I lie there, trembling. The fluid.. that's Prof's special lubricant mixture, is leaking out of me, soaking the sheets.
Arararan collapses on top of me.
"Wow," she breathes. "Being a boy is giga-giga."
I laugh, stroking her hair. "You were... surprisingly good at it."
She lifts her head, a smug look on her face. "I learned from the best."
She pulls out slowly. The pop sound echoes in the room.
"Your turn," she says, unbuckling the harness.
"What?"
"Fair is fair, Xecta. You felt the wuz-wuz. Now I want to be the one getting the gentle treatment. I want to be... Vice."
She tosses the harness at me.
I catch it. It is warm and sticky.
I look at her. She is already lying back on the pillows, spreading her legs, looking at me with expectant eyes.
"Come on," she says. "Show me what you got, Medic."
I sigh, but I am smiling. I stand up and strap the harness on. It feels heavy on my hips. Powerful.
I look at you.
Yes, you!
You have seen enough, haven't you? You saw Arararan get hers in Chapter 10. You saw me get mine just now.
The rest? The part where I climb on top of Arararan? The part where I explore this new, powerful side of myself?
That is for us.
Melito business.
So, do me a favor. Turn around. Close the book. Go take a cold shower.
Or...
Go find someone to practice your own 'gentle rhythm' on.
Because this door? It is closing.
Right.
Now.
Bye-bye!