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Chapter 12: Amethyst Suit

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Considerably less than years later – in fact a mere twenty-one days later - Doctor Chand called an urgent meeting at the military facility. Scientists and officers dutifully filed in and sat around the conference table. “San Diego Zoo has reported they have a second Amethyst Suit on their premises,” she began. “It appears an employee had sex with their Polar Bear a few days ago.”

There were murmurs of astonishment from the assembly. “Holy shit…” gasped Officer Wright. “Those things are huge!”

“Indeed. 200 kilograms of fluffy white carnivore,” confirmed Doctor Chand. “We’ve got some bad news and we’ve got some fantastic news. First up, the man involved has done a runner. Benoit Morel hasn’t been seen since he left the park after copulating with the bear. Friends reported he seemed distraught, then went on a sudden road trip. No news of his whereabouts so far. He’s an experienced bushman and may be camping somewhere.

“Damn. I hope he’s okay,” said Doctor Karl, concerned. “Maybe he was traumatized by the experience – who knows what emotional state he’s in now.”

“On the positive side… we have very good videos of the duplication of the suit! Officer Laidlaw you’ll be very happy to find no little green men sneaking into the enclosure.”

“Still not happy about the short timeframes, Doctor Chand,” the surly officer grumbled.

“Excellent news!” exclaimed Doctor Ash. “Our first glimpse at how the suits are duplicated. Janice, you’re a miracle-worker. Please, cue up the videos!”

Doctor Karl visibly cringed but with Doctor Chand’s euphoria at acquiring the new gem-suit she was apparently willing to let the over-familiarity pass uncorrected.

“I’ve put together a composite video from several camera feeds. San Diego zoo is absolutely riddled with security cameras on every building, along every walkway and in every enclosure and shelter. I’ve edited down more than fifty hours of video to this thirty minute presentation.”

Officer Wright quietly murmured, “… and the Oscar for best zoophile porn movie goes to…”

Doctor Chand’s cinematic masterpiece opened with a shot in grainy monochrome. A camera perhaps mounted on a lamppost looked down toward a Staff-Only entranceway. In the bottom corner of the video a timecode ticked by – 9:34pm. Deep night-time shadows at the periphery of the image focussed the viewer toward the movie’s star. A man – Benoit presumably – wearing a dark hoodie and jeans carried a box through the entry. His breath fogged in the cold autumn air. A half-second cross-fade to a bright interior of a locker-room where Benoit entered carrying his box. The viewpoint was from a top-corner of the room taking in the entirety of the space. He placed the box on a low wooden bench then pulled his hoodie over his head. Blonde wavy hair cascaded almost shoulder-length. Another man walked out of a shower cubicle towelling himself.

“Hey Ben, working late shift?” said the man with the towel.

“Ah, yeah. Penguin tank outlet blocked again,” answered Benoit.

“Ooo, you going to use the creep suit?” asked the first man, peering at the case.

“It’ll be faster. That water’s cold as fuck and saves me getting the SCUBA gear. Probably just another plastic bag gumming up the drain. Fucking tourists. This place would work so much better without the goddamned customers,” complained Benoit with a chuckle.

“Better you than me. Don’t let the little bastards bite your pecker off,” joked the thin man who had shed his towel and was rummaging in a locker.

“I don’t think they can open their beaks that wide,” retorted Benoit stripping out of his shirt and jeans. Naked, he was a lumberjack of a man with a wide chest and muscular arms and legs. The blonde hair extended down his chest to a dense thatch at his groin.

Doctor Karl commented, “It was his first time using the Amethyst Suit – he’s still got all his hair. Christ, what an introduction.”

“Have fun – I’ll see ya tomorrow.” The other man was fully dressed and exited the scene through the staff-only door.

Benoit took a pamphlet from the box. While the resolution of the video wasn’t good enough to read the document it looked like a bulleted instruction list. Nervously Benoit looked from the pamphlet to the box. Then he mimed holding something in one hand, bringing his other hand with the pamphlet over-top. He checked the instructions again and shrugged before placing the document on the bench near the box. Out of habit he looked at his empty wrist, then glanced around until he located the digital clock on the locker-room wall: 9:39 pm.

With care Benoit lifted the purple crystal with both hands from the box and leaned over to check the instruction list again. He rested the orb in one hand, palm upward, then brought his other hand down on top. Nothing happened. He lifted his hand, then brought it back down onto the orb, still without any success.

“He needs to pull back at the same time,” murmured Doctor Karl watching the video stream. “Didn’t he have to go through a training course?”

The naked man in the locker room showed obvious confusion as he checked the bulleted list again. He looked at the orb in his hand, looked to the list, raised his other hand and re-checked the list. For the third time he brought his hand down, then pulled backward. Immediately the orb deformed then flowed like faceted putty between the surprised man’s fingers.

“Oh shit…” the viewers heard him whisper as the purple glass flowed up his arm and across his wide chest. A snowfall of chest-hair drifted to the tiles. The wave-front of facets surged down his groin and legs, then up his back. The man’s blonde wavy hair fell in a cascade as purple facets engulfed his head and face.

“Bah! Fuck me…” he gasped, expelling a held breath when the encasement was completed. He raised his purple glittering arms and turned over his hands staring at the purple facets. Then leaned over and re-checked the bulleted list. “Aww… man!” He noticed he was standing in a drift of blonde hair. Benoit stooped and gathered as much hair as he could with his fingers before dumping the locks into a waste receptacle. At the same time his suit faded from purple to mostly transparent. A moment later Benoit gasped and staggered against one of the lockers. “Geeze…” he gasped. His penis jutted from his groin when he straightened. He glanced around to locate the folded stack of clean white towels, one of which he wrapped around his waist. The towel shredded into scraps and fell to the tiles. He bent to re-read the instruction pamphlet shaking his head disbelieving. Benoit left the locker-room through the staff entrance.

A short montage of grainy monochrome high vantage shots showed Benoit walking from the changing area toward the Northern Frontier exhibit. His movements were furtive, self-conscious at his nakedness in the park. In one shot Benoit walked forward then hesitated, raising his head and turning about on the spot. He walked backward a few steps casting about as though seeking an elusive scent on the cold breeze. Instead of turning left toward the penguin enclosure he turned right and walked toward the polar bear’s Arctic Encounter exhibit. Immediately his demeanour changed from surreptitious to confident, following a smell growing in intensity as he walked.

The camera viewpoint changed briefly to show the Benoit from behind, standing in front of the security gate at the entrance to the polar bear’s enclosure. Absentmindedly Benoit tapped his hands against his thighs as though checking non-existent pockets. A swipe-card reader and keypad secured the entranceway. The man shrugged and walked toward the steel fence surrounding the exhibit. Vertical steel bars as thick as his thumb formed a tall cage around the enclosure ensuring no tourist could climb in with the deadly animal. Casually Benoit grabbed a bar with each hand and pulled them apart. Superhuman strength from the gem suit bent the bars like taffy allowing him to squeeze between. He jumped down the block wall, clearing the water-filled moat to land at a squat on a concrete fake ice-floe in the Artic Encounter. The viewport shifted again to cameras inside the fenced area. He sniffed at the ground, following a trail along the white surface. Walking bent almost double to trace the path as he sniffed, he approached a snoring white mountain of fur.

Qinu lay on her side in the enclosure using a slabbed boulder as a pillow. Her rear end was toward the stooping naked man. In the enhanced night-vision of the video her fur was cream-white against the pure white of the floe. Her size became apparent as the human approached – easily she was longer than he was tall and her hips were almost as wide as the height of his knees.

Oblivious to the danger, Benoit knelt behind the bear and used his hands to part her fur. He breathed vapours from the cleft between her thighs. Qinu stirred, raising her head to look over her bulk to the couching human. Faster than the viewers would have believed possible 400kg of bear rolled, leaped back and twisted so she was facing Benoit. The human seemed drunk – he carefully stood swaying and held his hands toward the beast. But the bear was angry at the intrusion and she stood up on her hind legs, towering taller the man and roaring. Then she dropped to all four paws and charged him. She swiped a paw with three-inch claws extended at the naked human. Without a gem suit the man would have been slashed open and thrown clear across the enclosure, probably dead before he hit the fake ice. Instead the paw impacted an invulnerable wall. The bear howled in pain, clattering her jaws and limping a retreat while the man stood immovable. Unfazed Benoit extended his hands again toward the huffing bear. He grunted a deep sound in greeting.

“Do you want to watch the entire mating?” asked Doctor Chand to the assembled team. “It’s not especially exciting. The interesting bit is when she births the gem suit.”

“Actually I think I’d like to watch the mating,” said Doctor Karl, and Officer Wright nodded agreement.

Doctor Chand sighed, “I’m sure it’s purely for the scientific benefits and not because you’re a pair of perverts, right?”

“No, we’re definitely a pair of perverts,” said Doctor Karl. “But I think there would be value in observing the mating in any case.”

Beside him Officer Wrights scrabbled to silence his beeping phone. “Sorry – forgot to put it on silent. Hang on…” he tapped a quick txt reply then switched his phone off. “Carry on. We’re just getting to the good bit.”

On the video screen Qinu was facing the man again. Her demeanour had changed – instead of being angry and threatening her head was swaying side to side with her lips curled as she scented the air. She groaned a response to the man’s greeting, snorting as she walked up and stood beside the human. Benoit reached across and buried his hands in her lush coat, massaging the bear’s shoulder muscles. Qinu’s neck wrapped around so she could sniff down the back and buttocks of the naked man. She rumbled happily, snuffling and snorting her nose down his thighs. Then she stood calmly while Benoit rubbed the muscles along her back, to her wide rump.

The video cross-faded to another view from behind the bear. Benoit’s massaging moved down her rump and the back of the bear’s thighs. He used his hands to separate the fur beneath her stubby tail. A dark swollen mound with a pink slit was revealed in the cleft below her tail. Benoit crouched low to bury his nose in her fur, inhaling the powerful pheromones driving him to mate. Then he stood on tip-toes behind the bear, reaching one hand down to guide his penis into her vulva.

“Is there a better angle? His butt is obscuring the action!” complained Officer Wright.

“It’s security footage,” responded Doctor Chand testily. “There wasn’t anyone hovering around with a camcorder to get film the action, I’m afraid.”

Even so, watching the naked man humping against the rump of the polar bear was quite erotic for the observers. While the man grunted and gasped the bear stood patiently as she was mated. After a few minutes the man heaved his body violently against the rear of the bear. His thigh muscles and buttocks clenched as he cried out in ecstasy. He held there for a moment pressed hard against the rear of the bear, then he fell back, sitting heavily onto the ice floe. Enhanced night vision clearly showed his semen leaking in a thin drool from the animal’s puffy mound.

The bear plumped her rump to the ground. Then her front paws relaxed and she lay sprawled flat on the cold concrete. She slowly rolled over and lay spread with her rear toward the camera. Light glinted off the wetness on her dark vulva.

Benoit furtively looked around, checking to see if anyone had seen his indiscretion with the wildlife. Then his eyes alighted on the recently fucked vulva still leaking his semen. He cast his eyes around the surrounds of the enclosure for a second time then walked in a crouch toward the prone bear. He sniffed at her and shrugged his shoulders. His penis was surging to hardness again barely two minutes after he’d finished inside the bear. Gingerly he stroked his hands along the inner part of the bear’s spread thighs, testing to see if she’d react badly. The bear merely waved her paws casually in the air, snorting upside-down at the concrete. He moved closer and leaned over-top, aligning his penis again. He easily penetrated her slippery passage. Bracing his arms around her midriff Benoit began a gentle humping motion against her. His face buried in the fur of her chest while his hips impacted the fur between her thighs.

He lasted longer this time – probably the stimulation from the gem suit had ended at his prior orgasm, and only a few minutes had passed since he’d drained his balls. But still the viewers were impressed at his recovery and stamina, being able to fuck the bear again so soon. He slammed his hips against the prone bear who lay casually beneath. Again he shuddered and clenched his muscles, squeezing his essence into the warm vulva. He lay there for a while pressed against the soft fur of her belly in the afterglow of his orgasm.

“Twice!” exclaimed Officer Wright. “Twice! He mated the bear twice! And you said it wasn’t particularly interesting.” He glared accusingly at Doctor Chand.

“From the data-gathering perspective for gem suit studies we’ve seen human and animal copulation many times,” she responded. “There’s nothing particularly unique or interesting going on here.”

“Pah!” Officer Wright turned to Doctor Karl. “Guy fucks a polar bear twice in one session and she says it’s not interesting.” They both shook their heads.

On the video stream there was a sound off-camera like the clatter of a rubbish bin. Benoit suddenly raised his head and looked around as though realizing his situation. He pulled back from the bear and dropped to a low crouch. Stealthily he crept toward the staff entrance. The view shifted to above the dual interlocked gates where Benoit pulled the emergency release catch on the first gate. Then he closed the gate and released the second security barrier. Outside the view shifted again to an overhead camera to watch the glittering man bend the steel bars of the enclosure mostly back into their original position. The moment his hands released the bars the gem suit erupted from his skin, falling as a dark orb to the asphalt path. Benoit’s breath steamed as he seemed to realize he was now naked and unprotected in the cold air. He grabbed the crystal egg in one hand and in a low crouching run exited the scene. Numbers in the bottom corner of the video said 10:32pm

“From there he runs to the changing room, hurriedly dresses, returns the gem suit to storage, then drives off,” narrated Doctor Chand at the rapid montage of scene changes. “The fascinating part of the video happens around six am next morning.”

The scene changed to a white fuzzy wall with a dark blotch in the centre of the screen. It took a moment for Doctor Karl to realize he was staring directly at the horizontal vulva of the polar bear. “Lucky for us she was sleeping right in front of the camera!” he exclaimed.

“Not really luck,” responded Doctor Chand. “Around the habitats of all endangered species the zoo has several cameras. They’re robust, cheap, and store a week of video on data loop. The feed you’re viewing was set up specifically in the bedding area to capture cub birth if they were ever to mate Qinu. So more good design rather than good luck.”

“Still… front row seats to the miracle of life,” he mused.

“Hold on…” said Doctor Chand fiddling with her laptop. The view changed to a longer shot of the polar bear sleeping on her side in a blue-lit mock ice-cave. “This is from another camera in the habitat. You can see she’s in her normal den area. If she’d been facing the other way another camera at the other end would have the view we have now. Instead you can look right up her nose if you prefer.” She restored the edited stream to the wall monitor.

Wisps of steam in the chill air of the cave rose from the pink cleft at the centre of the dark mound. The mountain of white fur juddered – muscles of her thighs contracted then relaxed. The bear made a deep grunting sound.

“Is she having contractions?” asked Doctor Ash watching the video in fascination.

“Not exactly,” replied Doctor Chand. “Just watch and wait.”

The lips of the bear’s vulva puffed outward, then relaxed. A minute later she juddered and clenched again and the lips puffed further. Another minute passed and the bear grunted and clenched a third time. The mound of vulva swelled outward, then a dark purple surface appeared between the separating lips. Lubricating fluid steamed and dripped to the concrete floor. She relaxed and her vulva lips closed over the alien artefact. At the fourth push the vulva bulged and a curved purple surface emerged. It pushed outward until suddenly a small purple orb plopped free in a small wash of mucous.

Helpfully Doctor Chand had superimposed a measuring scale next to the artefact. It was egg-shaped and perfectly smooth. Its long axis was approximately 60 millimetres and the width was 40 millimetres – around the same size as a hen’s egg. In the background the bear had turned and was lapping at her sensitive sex.

“Keep watching – this is the really interesting bit,” said Doctor Chand.

In the space of a few seconds the orb grew larger and became faceted. Within about eight seconds the orb was 180 millimetres long and 130 millimetres in diameter – twin to the Amethyst Suit crystal.

“Wow!” exclaimed Doctor Ash. “Where did all that additional material come from?” He did a quick calculation. "50 millilitres to 2000 millilitres is 40 times its volume. Did that just appear out of thin air?” He pondered. “No, more likely out of thin dimensions. Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating! We finally have a video record of the process of gem suit duplication. Of course this does raise about a thousand more questions.”

“Egg-sized and smooth,” pondered Doctor Karl. “Not too challenging for any of the species involved in suit duplication to give birth to. Far smaller and easier to birth than the natural offspring of any of them. The German Shepard girl was the smallest surrogate mother and the egg is smaller than a new-born puppy would have been,” he mused. “And there was only one egg instead of a litter of eight pups. She wouldn’t have looked even slightly pregnant.”

“Our next priority is getting both the Amethyst Suits back from the San Diego zoo,” said Doctor Chand. “We’ll decide where to find a couple of bear lovers when we have the suits here. If there’s nothing else let’s meet back when the gems are back.” She turned off the display and packed her laptop away.

Officer Wright nudged Doctor Karl and showed him the text messages he’d received. “Hold on, Doctor Chand…” he paused, scrolling through several messages. “It looks like we have a couple of bear people who are willing to help.”

“How are you in contact with bear lovers who already know about our Amethyst Suits?” asked Doctor Chand, scowling.

Officer Wright spoke up, “Uh, I gave my phone number to the dolphin guys from Brisbane. They heard what happened at the San Diego Zoo with Qinu.” His phone buzzed again. “Oh, seems Benoit has turned up! He’s in Montana with the bear guys – you remember Doctor Yondal mentioned the InfoSec guys. Shit… apparently Benoit is wrecked.” He read off text messages as his phone buzzed. “Okay… Benoit is fine, just really emotional. The bear guys are looking after him. They contacted Doctor Yondal who contacted me.”

“You said Benoit would be willing to realign the suit?” prompted Doctor Chand.

“Ah, give me a sec…” Officer Wright tapped feverishly at his phones keyboard. It buzzed a couple of times in reply. “Not him, no. The InfoSec guys would, though. They run the bear sanctuary in Montana. Ha! Benoit apparently doesn’t like humans. ‘Not enough fur’… his words.”

“Okay, slow down,” said Doctor Chand. “Can you ask Doctor Yondal to either give me the phone number of the ‘Bear Guys’, or pass mine along to them. I’d like to talk to them in person and work out the details for arranging the suit duplication. Doctor Karl, how do you feel about taking a trip to Montana to train them up and supervise?”

“Ugh. I hate flying in through Los Angeles Airport,” groaned Doctor Karl. “Immigration Control is a horrible underground concrete bunker where you soul is sucked out in a seemingly endless maze of roped off queues. Then a surly agent who despises you and thinks you’re a terrorist might have you seized for a strip search on a whim.”

“Very eloquent description. And you’re not wrong,” said Doctor Chand. She checked her laptop for flight details from Melbourne to the USA. “Fortunately you’ll be flying direct to San Francisco Airport which I hear is actually quite pleasant. I’ll get the military guys to fly you from there to the Malmstrom Airforce Base in Montana.”

“Better, I guess. It’s still a 20 hour flight to the USA from here,” he complained. “Do I get Business Class? Can I take Rob along?”

“Oh fuck yes!” exclaimed Officer Wright. “Going to a bear sanctuary in the USA? Hell yes please!”

“Would you gentlemen like a pony as well?” Doctor Chand sighed. “I’ll see what I can do. Now, I have to liaise with the bear gentlemen, organize shipping the gem suits from San Diego to Montana, arrange your fights, and buy you a pony. Everyone, out of here please.”

The young officer whispered to Doctor Karl as they were leaving. “A pony would be cool. I bet your Great Dane boy would totally fuck a pony…”