Isik after the Crash
Stranded on an unknown planet, Isik left behind a series of strange logs
40-page commission for anonymous
Isik after the Crash
Stranded on an unknown planet, Isik left behind a series of strange logs
_**Log Recovery… Log Recovery… Log Recovery...
Cycle 987**_
_The Lasting Duty is a total mess. I don’t know how exactly, but the fusion engine did not maintain its containment field during the transit. I tried to make do with gravitational slingshots, but my computer did not account for a few stray asteroids.
I am lucky I could touchdown. But now, I am probably… Lost._
_I am located in one of the isolated systems for primitive life, a perfect smuggler spot. But the problem is, no one can receive my calls. The Federation is blocking most broadcasts coming in and out. And even if I manage to get a call out, it will be in a few years.
I didn’t have the supplies to wait that long on my ship. And… Most went up in flames or were destroyed during the crash landing.
There is no more fire, lucky me, but the engines are toast, the cargo is toast… And if I read the data correctly, the electric grid is partially done.
I have rerouted the solar panels for the computer and cut all support systems, but it means I can say goodbye to using my ship as a neat cocoon._
_What shitty luck.
If you hear me, I tried my best with what I had on that planet. Hope you didn’t crash like me!_
_ End log _
_ Cycle 990 _
_Day 2 after my crash
After my… Pitiable crash, I secured a little cave near the site. The place is a bit damp and cold, but it is isolated. Moreover, I think I am in a forest. I don’t know if it can count as a forest. The plants here are comparable to long purple tendrils going to the sky and ending with a fluffy top. They twist and turn when it's sunny and almost retract during the night. Their surface is rigid enough, though.
I am not sure I can use them to start a fire. If it doesn’t work, I’ll have to find something else._
_This planet is odd.
It is one of the few planets located in the Goldilocks zone. However, I haven’t found any living being, primitive or not. Plant life is there, yes. But… There’s nothing apparent that could even compare to insects. Maybe surviving will be more difficult.
I am not afraid, though. I have a scanner in my suit, and I can use it to find life. If there’s any. Otherwise, there must be edible plants._
_Huh…
After that, maybe I will have to think about handling boredom.
I read that boredom is what drives people crazy when stranded. Well, I was fine on my ship, but now I can’t even use the computer for games. I must survive. I’ll have to think about it. I heard humans had stories with a ball named Wilson. But I don’t want to go down that path.
Seriously? Why a ball? Why not a cube? Stupid._
I keep thinking about that ball. It is so stupid and childish. But that’s why I avoid humans and assimilate. They always have the worst ideas. Their stations are always making you pay every little fee, from docking to refuelling to anything. If they had the opportunity, they’d make you pay for the air you breathe… Though, the Rendrams are worse. Yeah, they are worse. Isik out.
_ End Log _
_ Cycle 992 _
_Day 3
I continued the exploration away from my cave. On a perimeter of around… Twenty klixs, there is no life in the forest. Perhaps it is the crash landing that displaced them?
Even then, I found a source of fresh water.
South of my ship, following the purple hills, there is a river cutting through the land. Most rocks around it are opalescent, and the water itself is deep blue. I thought it was heavy with chemicals, but my suit’s computer confirmed the lack of substance. I can drink something other than my recycled piss._
_After walking around and ensuring the lack of predators, I took a dip without my suit. After my reactor engine went haywire, I could not even use the ship’s showers.
People don’t get why hygiene is so important to us… But a proper fur is a sign of good health. At least, that’s what my old Pop told me.
He always told me: “Keep that coat clean or I’ll beat you in blue!”. He never hit me, but that’s how he acted whenever I was like a brat. Damn Pop.
But he was right… Cleaning is important. How else could someone else see what my lineage is? Sure enough, light gray fur with a darker tone over my limbs and face is not so common. But my rosettes are my identity. Those shaped like clubs are an indication of nobility back home. Well, they’re not the only ones since I’ve got a few spades and diamonds along the back._
_But here I am rambling about my family’s history. I must be bored out of my mind if I’m here, drying on the stone beach, and talking to my suit to explain. Maybe one day I’ll do a list or a spreadsheet that explains what each spot on my fur means.
… Yeah. I am probably going crazy. I’ll try to find some wood. Or something._
_There is life.
After putting my suit on, I got the confirmation my scanner indicated the presence of lifeforms that were close enough to be picked up.
But they vanished before I could check. Well, not vanish, but they move so fast, I cannot even hope to catch up with them. If it’s prey and they’re edible, I might have to prepare traps or something._
If I had a working replicator, it’d be so easy. But if I had a working replicator, fixing my engines would be so easy. Next time I’m off-world, I’ll buy spare parts for replicators. Damn. Food, water, parts… I’d have it easy.
_So far. My little cave is getting cozy. I moved all my stuff there, even my bed and mattress. It was a pain to drag it all outside, but I can call this place home. Yet, the lack of a door or a wall at the entrance makes me wary. I should rip a partition wall and stick it to the entrance when I have found a solution to the food problem. So far, I have enough supplies for two weeks. The rest burned or were destroyed.
Maybe… Maybe I’ll be able to survive. But we’ll see._
_ End Log _
_ Error… Signs of data corruption. _
_Day 4.
I think I am watched.
It happened this morning.
I found I cannot use the tendrils as wood. When cutting them, it reveals a fleshy inside. I still cut one with my mono-blade. It was easy, but something that looks like blood got all over my suit. It went back to the river to clean it up when I saw it.
One pair of glowing yellow eyes by the tendrils. The thing or alien or savage was hiding in the shadows. But I saw four arms and the bipedal posture. It must be one primitive… And if it is, it means it’s the main planet of that system._
_But when I tried to signal the alien, it fled.
Still. I know there is life if that alien can evolve to walk on foot. But still, those massive yellow eyes weirded me out for a second.
I’ll continue my test with the tendrils. I’ll see if I can cock them with my blaster. It might be ugly. But we’ll see._
_I burned the meat…
It tastes terrible. But it is edible. It is like chewing leather or extra-dense meat. But the taste is bland, and when I overcook it, it’s like charcoal. Cooking it with the blaster was a terrible idea. I must find a source of fuel. Wood or equivalent.
Technically, there must be something I can use since, when I landed, a part of the crash site was covered in flames. But I don’t know what caused those fires… Perhaps the grass?_
_Yeah.
It is the grass.
I don’t know how I managed to survive and not burn myself to death. The grass around here is extra dangerous. Rub it too fast or blast it, and it’ll go into flames. But it works as a fuel, and if I get enough to do a pile, it burns steadily instead of exploding.
It’s good… But I don’t know if I can survive on a diet of tendrils. I should try for more._
_Fuck. I saw those eyes that night. They were right by me. I fucking cried like a little girl! But I think that savage was just as afraid of me because it ran away. But it was close. So damn close.
I was just out to take a piss. And there it was…
Shit. If they’re already around, I must find a way to push them back or get in contact. I have to know if they’re cannibals or not, it’d help… It’d help a lot._
_ End Log _
_Day 5.
Day 5…. Day 5… Fuck! I fucking got in contact with them.
If the Federation learns about it, I’m toast. But they were there. I went to the river to get water, and I found them there. Those aliens, those primitives. There were six of them._
_They are definitely insectoid with two legs and two sets of arms, the body covered in green plates. They have an elongated abdomen in the back, and faces that are like masks. They have big eyes with small mouths and absent noses.
They are speaking by clicking their mouths, but they have antennas that move around. I tried to check with my suit’s translator, but it said their language isn’t known…
With my luck, it’ll take years before my computer manages to translate their language._
_Even then… I think they got the message when I traced a line on the beach and pointed to them, then myself.
They are curious about me, but not enough to anger me. Maybe they’re studying me and seeing what I would do if they are aggressive?
I don’t know.
I pulled a partition wall from my ship, cut it loosely, and placed it at the entrance of the cave. It’s not a proper door, but it makes a lot of noise when I move it. They won’t be able to enter if I’m holed up._
_ End Log _
_Day 6.
I’m definitely fucked.
When I woke up, I found those aliens at the cave entrance.
So good for my idea, they knew about boundaries. There were three this time. They wore something like colored loincloths?
I don’t know if I should comment on their clothes, but it was so colorful, it was like a ceremony. They spoke to me while holding out baskets filled with jelly. I was unsure what they were doing.
But my suit computer spat out one word: “Help”._
_No context. Nothing. But they were around, shaking their baskets, and in the end, I allowed them to come closer. They continued to speak, but my suit said nothing.
They poked at my suit, spoke, and then began to poke at it with their fingers while poking at my face with their antennas.
It was… Weird.
But I got what they meant when they removed their loincloth before me and… Sheesh. I won’t try to go into describing their bits and pieces, but they are hung!_
_Well. I am hung, too. I mean, a 10-inch cock isn’t small by any means. My people find it a respectable length, but I know that to the outsiders, it is impressive since we are shorter than most species.
But… To return to the subject, they continued to speak while I stripped before they came closer and began to inspect me. For savages, they are pretty gentle. Their fingers might end in claws, but they did not hit me. They went over my fur and some of the bruises that remain from the crash.
And then, they applied that jelly all over my fur. I cried a bit at first, and they were surprised, but when I saw the jelly being pulled from my fur without leaving any droplets behind, I felt better.
You don’t want to have caked fur in the middle of nowhere._
_Plus, that jelly. It works great in cleaning the fur and helping with the bruises. I even think I got bruised ribs, but when they were done applying it to my body, I felt… better. I am better right now.
The sole part that gets me to feel weirded out is when they used the jelly on… My groin? Yes, I should use my ‘genitalia’ if I were a scientist. But I’m a freaking smuggler. And those guys were rubbing my junk with that jelly. And the truth? It was good. It felt good despite the chitin rubbing against my dick.
It was so soft and careful, I couldn’t even get that kind of treatment in a brothel on Junthar IV! It was divine, the caresses as they peeled my foreskin slightly to apply the jelly underneath my glans.
I tried to tell them to stop by the time I was hard like steel and feeling like I was about to burst. But since they couldn’t understand me much, they did it faster._
_Fuck…
I cannot tell if it was from the jelly, but the sensations were freaking good. The slight pull on the foreskin until it was fully pulled and tense… Or the rub on my nuts. I didn’t even know my nuts could be so sensitive behind my ballsack.
You’d flick a switch; it was the same with me. And my little paws are still hurting when I dug my claws in the floor to stay steady while I came all over their hands.
I came… A fucking lot. And I don’t know if that counts as first contact, but getting a handjob is one way to get someone in a good mood._
_By the time I was done, they were all smiles and grins, their clicking so loud and quick I was about to tell them to stop. They bowed then and stepped away with their baskets, leaving me alone. But damn… If that’s how they welcome newcomers, I might… Not mind staying around those primitives.
They’ve got quite a talent, and it beats cranking one out alone in a cave!
Waiting might be better._
_ End Log _
_Day 7.
They returned, though no message this time, and I wasn’t so ashamed to ask for a quickie. I mean… I could if I could pay them back or fully explain. But so far, communication is hard. The suit can help me understand a few words like food, help, or sleep. But for the rest? We have to mimic or point at stuff.
This group was composed of three again, and they came with me, going around my ship and pointing at the parts. I gave the names, but I’m sure it doesn’t mean shit to them.
Still, I tried to mimic what it does and… Perhaps I got my point across?
But so far, they seem interested and not like how the Federation speaks of primitives. They’re not angry cannibals that will jump on anyone before their culture evolves.
It wouldn’t be the first time the Federation spewed lies, to be fair._
_After that, they went to eat and showed me how they harvest the tendrils. They climb on it when there’s some shade and then cut the top part, with the tufty bits. Then, they pull the tuft to uncover a sort of seed. They crack it open with a hammer, and then they use the grass to cook it over a fire.
They’re cooking the meat inside the seed slowly, but the taste is way better that way. It has a bit of umami like steamed ham with pepper. The result is tasteful… And I think I can handle that for the day… Though I haven’t found any other source of food yet. Perhaps I should ask them?_
_ End Log _
_Day 8…
Hmm. I began to notice something weird with my bits. I was already hung, but now? I have to stretch my leg a bit to walk. Not that it bothers me to have bigger balls and cock, sure enough, I can mess with people back home. But without an anti-grav suit or even a harness, my genitals are getting on the way and filling the front of my suit so much, it’s getting tight.
I think… Maybe I got an additional inch while my balls swelled a lot?
I don’t know. The suit itself picked up some traces of a drug in my system, but nothing healthwise about my genitals. Nah. It did say my sperm production was better than before, dunno what it means. But that’s what it said when I checked my nuts._
_So… I’m on a planet with aliens and bigger balls. And…. Hum. As you can imagine, they returned with that jelly.
This time, the suit managed to translate more and say they were “Helping the outsider integrate”, something like that. The translation isn’t perfect, and sometimes, it jumps words._
_But they… Helped me, alright.
A lot. Seriously. That jelly stuff is divine, and this time, they didn’t even apply it to my fur. They dipped my cock into one of the baskets filled with that stuff and gave me one hell of a handjob. They did not even mind as they spoke with a happy tone. The translation software couldn’t pick anything, but it transcribed that they were happy about something.
And me?_
_Well… I was happy to sit down on a rock and have my legs wide open while they’re stroking my junk. Their fingers dug with such talent into my frenum, it was… Wild. They pulled on it, then on my foreskin, pulling it to slather everything with that jelly before squeezing it all together with my foreskin, inside and out.
I even think I purred while I obserrved those insectoid aliens chirp and click their tongues, and even… Kiss together?_
_I’m not stupid. I can get that there’s something sexual in it, but they’re so… Open about it. And so happy, I don’t think I want to stop them. Plus… Why would I stop them when we’re all enjoying it?
They're giving me a handjob. I let them play. We chat as much as we can, I show them the ship… And they show me more stuff.
We’re all winning something, right?_
_But yeah.
As they kept stroking and using their other hands to squeeze my nuts and cover them with jelly until it was absorbed… I couldn’t stop myself from peeking at their loincloths and in a way… I tried to peek at their genitals, to make sure I saw the same thing as last time.
And… Sheesh. For guys that are like 10 feet tall, they are… Monsters down there.
I mean… You should see them._
_They’re all chitinous, sure. No, wait. It’s like they have a carapace. But besides that, they have soft, scaly skin. And down to their groin? It’s like they’ve got a massive pole going from their groin. They’re probably twice my size. And when I peeked at them, I saw those uncut cock throb with excitement.
My suit? It only translated the word ‘Help’. So I nodded._
_And… Fuck. I do not regret.
They pulled the loincloths down and, without a second thought, they continued to stroke me while they wanked one another, with me around. It was… Crazy. And sexy to have those studs, of all muscles, scales, and chitinous, pressing their bodies against mine. I was practically squished between those aliens, but they clicked quickly, like they were happy, while I could explore their dicks._
_In ways, they’re just like us or my kind. Big dick with a wide corona, soft tip, fleshy and veiny length. And balls that are so soft. They’re leather-like.
I was about to grab some jelly and have it rubbed on them when the closest stopped me and forced me to apply the jelly to my nuts. It must be important to them because the word ‘Help’ was repeated.
In the end, I didn’t use the jelly. I stroked them with my bare hands, and it was enough to get them satisfied when, after five minutes, they came._
_Funnily, each time one came, he kissed another primitive and taped their antennas together. And they repeated it so, until it was my turn to be kissed and have the antennas poking at my forehead.
A kiss. I kissed a primitive. And their mouths might be small, but… It was great. They’re good kissers, and when I turned to another when I was about to cum, they didn’t fight. We kissed again… And maybe two more times when I was done by the moment.
I was… Maybe a tad excited and taken by the moment._
_But it was all in good fun, and if they didn’t want it, they would’ve pulled back. Instead, they were all needy and kissing me before we all took a break.
Well, I napped.
When I woke up, they were back with food and something that looked like coconuts, which they cracked open to reveal intense purple insides. The flesh was sweet, tasted almost like watermelons with a tangier touch.
I don’t know where they found those fruits, but I’ll ask them soon._
_It is the first time I’ve encountered such a weird planet. It is… Strange. The more I inspect the plants, the more they look like a part of something bigger than me. Than us.
The ship’s systems cannot even help me much. With the systems kept at their lowest, I can barely get it working on updating its lingo software. And getting results from local samples?
At most, I’d be stuck._
_But sometimes, I wonder if there’s a link to everything.
… At least, I’m not on Hyperion 4 or Astuhr. For that, I can pray every day._
_ End Log _
_Day 9.
There is not much to say. When I woke up this morning, the primitives were there. For a second, I was afraid they would hunt me since they had rudimentary bows. But they clicked their mandibles and waved at me.
They came to invite me to hunt._
_We went farther than the perimeter I had established, and I thought I’d lose connection with the ship. But the connection remained. More than that, I could use the suit’s systems to track the prey, so I ended up working well with the hunters.
I even heard the word ‘Hunter’ come up from the suit when they turned to me and chanted._
_So I guess I made a good impression on them.
As for the prey. They were… Strange. They looked like hairless canines with two more legs? Still, the meat was flavorful. It was like… Poultry? Strange, but we ate it the same after cooking it above a grass fire.
Then, as we returned to the ship, the primitives chanted. I guess it’s a chant since their clicking mandibles made those little eerie sounds, very high-pitched. And whenever one primitive was done with a ‘verse’ another took over.
It was very… Pleasant?_
_I don’t know how to say it, but I could have slept while listening to them.
Then, as we were back on the ship and then my cave, I took the opportunity to get the primitives’ attention. I signaled them and pointed at the remnants of one of the fruits they brought.
Of course, it took some time, but I managed to ask them about it. Then, about the jelly, I drew it on the ground.
For the fruits, I got the word ‘Collect’ and for the second, ‘Help’. It didn’t help much, but they nodded. I am not sure they exactly got it, but I can only believe in them since they’re the only ones with fruits._
_I could technically survive with only meat, but I prefer to widen my range. Plus, I’d grow tired if I only ate the tendrils' meat or the ‘canines’. Damnit. I wish they had oregano or salt. Or something to spice my meals.
I grumbled about the rations’ taste during long transit. But raw over-cooked meat? It’s bland and terrible. I cannot survive with only that._
_ End Log _
_Day 10
Today was another of those days. Well, I woke up with my nuts swollen and aching. Way more than before. It’s getting hard to walk with them, but through cutting a hole in my suit, sacrificing the recycling system, and using straps I brought from the ship, I made myself a sort of makeshift harness for them. No more rubbing against my legs, and it sure does help with my scrotum.
Now, I can walk and jump without my nuts bouncing much. I don’t have enough to do the same for my cock. But it is enough._
_By the time I was done, the primitives were back with baskets of fruits and jelly. I am sure they didn’t understand when I asked them what the two were.
Instead, they delivered me fruits, and I ate one while they started to slather my cock and balls with the same jelly.
At that point, I won’t refuse the attention. Yes, it could technically hinge on the abuse of primitives as per the Federation’s regulation. But I never initiate. Plus, it’d be hard to refuse them; I wouldn’t want to anger them.
So… I let them do their work.
And what a work._
_I think they’re getting better at handling me. I don’t know if they organized or talked about it, but the way they handle my foreskin, my cocktip, or even lick it with their tiny tongues? That is something else. Even when their massive hands went on my balls, squeezing and pressing on them, it didn’t hurt.
It would’ve, I think, earlier before the crash. But now? It feels so good when they squeeze and press on them. It’s like they're squeezing stress balls, and I feel divine.
They pressed so hard on them, I saw my nuts change shape, but not hurting at all. No, the opposite. I felt like I was cumming and without a break as cum poured free from my cock. I came so much under their touch, and my cock was feeling so great with the jelly over it, used like a lubricant during stroking._
_But the strangest was the moment they played with my pisshole.
Yeah. I was a bit afraid, despite being used to my suit’s catheter. But here they were, using their fingers to stretch my pisshole and force inside it.
I winced. But it was not necessary. It didn’t even hurt at all, like when putting the catheter on. It was… Great! They fingered my hole, and fuck… They could have fucked it as well.
I was in heaven, stroked by the chitinous fingers going everywhere on my sensitive genitals: balls, cock, base, tip, inside. I even heard them click their mandibles with joy while they kept fingering my urethra until it bulged.
Maybe they were commenting on it. But the suit didn’t tell anything while I was… Well, cumming my brains out._
_And now… Well, technically, it’s day 10. It’s past midnight from my ship’s clock… And the primitives are all sleeping around me. They’re all huddled around me, and their colder chitin is somewhat soothing to the touch.
I think they have trouble regulating their heat since they’re all piling up on me. But it feels great. Their breathing when they sleep is like a soft chirp.
And their antennas vibrate when they dream. It’s almost cute.
Tomorrow, I’ll ask them again about the fruits._
_ End Log _
_Day 11
Well, I was awake on day 11. But I sleep, so does it count?
I woke up in my cavern before all the primitives, and they seemed relaxed and happy when I woke up.
They did not even seem to notice or bother about me, clicking their mandibles to one another until I was the last one leaving the pile. And as I was about to put my harness back after putting on my suit, one of the primitives grabbed me by the shoulder._
_‘Help Lord’ was what my suit translated. It was the first time I heard the word Lord. And I’m not sure they have a Lord. But I let the Primitive help me put the harness on and secure it. More than that, another joined and cut their loincloth before cutting it into bands they used to secure my cock.
By now, I cannot even think of walking without the harness. My scrotum would hurt too much… Plus, there’s that addition that stops my cock from slapping against my legs. Now, I can walk around… or follow them._
_They signaled me to follow, and I am here… We walked for the last three hours, and I get now why they stayed in my cave. It must have been hard on them to walk through the jungle of tendrils and bushes each day.
They must be tired of doing that journey and… So far, as I walk, my connection with my ship remains, so there is no big problem.
I think?_
Now, the primitives are chanting, but I think it’ll soon be my turn as they watch me, and I shrug. Perhaps I can chant something I know. Like the Ballad of Allum? Or the latest hit I heard on Randval?
_Well, they liked what I had in store.
I couldn’t sing all the lyrics, but me whistling the tune was enough to have the primitives chanting along with their mandibles clicking. It was so funny and friendly, even to dance a bit on the old tunes when taking a break.
But we have to continue, it seems.
Still, I think they’re content to sing the songs I taught them._
_They’re living in caverns. It explains a lot since that part of the planet is covered with a dense jungle, and they don’t seem adapted to it.
After walking for four hours from my ship, we were in front of a cavern. They walked inside without a problem. I had to use the suit’s flashlight to progress, and by their clicking, they were impressed by it.
Finally, after a few turns, I turned it off when bioluminescent mushrooms on all surfaces welcomed us. Then, a few steps later, I found them._
_From what I can tell, they are living in colonies underneath the surface, huddled around geysers and other heat sources. I don’t think there’s a hierarchy, and most tents I saw were the same.
I don’t see any children around, though I can say I saw eggs attached to one of the primitives’ backs. Yet, that primitive didn’t look like a female. Truth is, I haven’t seen any ‘females’ among the lot. And I don’t think they’d keep them apart since there are so few primitives, maybe twenty or thirty. Not more._
_They made me visit the village, and they pointed at the tents, clicking their tongues like naming people. Then, I heard ‘Help’ when they pointed to a cluster of purple mushrooms the primitives were scraping off the walls and crushing into a fine paste.
I think I know now from where they get the jelly, though it looked more like thick paste than jelly._
_Then, there were the fruits.
They are growing fruits from vines that hang from the ceiling. They’re carefully cutting them off since the shortest vines produce the biggest fruits. So they’re cutting them and using the vines as fuel for their fires.
Strange… Still, they gave me one of the fruits, and it was delicious. Much like most meals they prepared._
_They had something that looked like cheese and tasted like it. They cooked a stew with a mix of tendrils and another plant I didn’t know, with animal fat. If I want to eat well, I must learn from them.
Luckily for me, they seem to appreciate me?
They keep using the word ‘Lord’ to speak to me, though I don’t know if they mean Lord or if the software has some fuck up._
_We went to bed together. Even if they have tents, every primitive is piled in the same tent I was given. I am not so bothered; their chitin is cold to the touch, and they don’t weigh as much as expected despite their massive height.
I could stay with them until a ship arrives._
_ End Log _
_Day 13
I didn’t have much time for myself yesterday. All day, I was dragged from one part of the village to another. I guess they were all so eager to show me their work and themselves. I learned they have clay and use it to make pottery. They also use the vines they cut to weave baskets, which they leave by the fire until the vines dry up and harden.
My first attempt at it was… Terrible.
But the primitives only chuckled. You know, the whole gaggle that followed me._
_In a way, I am like the attraction of the village.
There are some new faces, too, so I guess not every primitive lives in the cavern, and some leave and come back.
I even saw a group of hunters coming back with what seemed to be a giant spider before they started to hack it into pieces.
I wanted to see, but I was dragged to a tent where a primitive showed me stones.
It was then, for the first time, that the translation software managed to produce a sentence.
“It is so. We have collected our most precious rocks for you. Stay, Lord.”_
_I cried in surprise.
After almost… In nine days, the software got the grammar. From there, it is only a matter of vocabulary. But it means I can finally speak to them as I pressed on the suit’s switch.
“You collected those rocks for me?” I asked, repeated by the suit’s clicking sounds.
I think hearing the clicking surprised them most of all.
But contrary to what I expected, they were quick on the uptake about my suit. A moment later, and I had the village talking to me through the suit, giving me their names._
_Vyur, Ynur, Kiur, the hunters who praised me.
Vyshur, the rock shaman.
Kyur, one of those who regularly ‘helped’ me.
And it continued, so on, with a lot of names I couldn’t recognize. But I am finally acquainted with the ‘Ur’ tribe. That’s how they call themselves, and after a bit of discussion, they revealed they saw my ship's arrival and thought it was a bad omen.
Instead, they found me and thought I was a pet of another tribe or maybe a monster from the sky, according to them.
I eased their worries by saying that I was coming from the sky but wasn’t a monster. And I was stuck here for a long time. It seems… They were happy hearing this, though I am curious as to why.
Nevertheless, after that day of speaking, I was too drained to do any reports. Plus, if I did any report, I knew they’d be asking me about it in length._
_Even right now, they are around me and asking. The software is only recording my voice, but if you could hear them, there’d be a chaos of clicking. Even my translation software is starting to buffer.
I’ll stop, and then I’ll explain it to them._
_So… Vyshur asked me if I could transcribe this.
The Ur tribe comes from the Land of Ur, a valley far in the west where another Lord lived. I tried to ask what it meant, but they could only point at me.
Maybe it is someone else coming from space, though it is unlikely, as I have picked up no signal whatsoever from this planet.
Maybe if it is, he has stopped broadcasting a while back?
Still._
_To return to Ur.
They lived in a valley in the West until the Oir tribe chased them. They didn’t have the number or the weapons to fight them. So they had to flee through the crimson desert, the little sea, and they finally arrived there.
For three generations, they lived there until my arrival.
They think this place is now blessed. It could be the new Land of Ur. Even then, I don’t know what to say._
_They tried to talk to me about names, but that’d be as sensible as me talking about the Ursaak hunters from my home planet to them. They wouldn’t understand the context. But their whole explanation is that their tribe was chased and lost many of its members during the exodus.
It is only through luck that they found an adequate cave, as they need heat regularly, day and night, to grow and strengthen. Sunlight is enough, but they can’t regulate their temperatures well during the night, so most are ‘smaller’ than their ancestors, even living in that cave.
To me, since they are ten feet tall, they look massive.
But they told me their Lord was even bigger and their ancestors were fully grown._
_I don’t know what that means much… But here we are.
I am the guest of a tribe of Primitives who were forced out of their domain and are perhaps venerating me.
Oh and… They keep pleasing me. Or using me.
When they approached with the jelly, I asked them what it was and if they needed to do it.
The whole explication was long-winded with a lot of terms my translation software spat back as is, without context, or blocking.
But the whole gist I got was that the jelly was a long recipe dating from the Land of Ur. It was used to help the Lord, and so… Since they are using it on me, I guess it is also there to help me?_
_Still, it was… Pleasant.
They removed the harness over my cock and balls. Sure enough, my balls were again aching as they were pulled down. But also, I felt the need as they were churning with cum, so loud… So heavy, so needy.
I had not cum since my last time with them. And honestly, A few weeks ago, I thought I had a low libido. I mean, I could spend days in my ship without cranking one, and I wasn’t one of the smugglers spending his entire stipend in brothels._
_But with them?
Fuck if I am restless.
When they pulled my cock and balls harness away, I was lying on the ground while they started to massage them while I was still in my suit. My first partner was Kiur. He was one of the hunters, and he told me he loves me.
And honestly? I cannot say he is ugly.
Sure, his kind, the Ur, is looking strange with their triangular, thin faces and large eyes. But their bodies are magnificent, and when Kiur rubbed my balls, I could even see his loincloth stirring.
Of course, I asked him about it._
_“I must please my Lord first, then myself,” he said.
An affirmation I refused by shaking my head and telling him he could enjoy himself.
I tried to make him understand. He fought a bit, trying to say something about focusing on my pleasure, once more. I refused, he repeated…
But I guess he finally gave in when he removed his loincloth and exposed his hard cock. But he still gave me the stink-eye for a second before he stroked himself.
Then, he was all pleasure and satisfaction while three hands were on my nuts, squeezing and pressing on them, while the fourth was on his cock.
And what a cock._
_Again, they’re so hung.
But watching him stroking himself and focusing on it, squeezing the tip, and using the foreskin to press on that shaft, it was… Something hot. Just as hot as having my nuts, so resilient and enduring, squeezed like stress balls while my cock, erect and pointing up, was erupting in white shot.
There was no precum, nothing like that. Nothing but cum… Raw, musky, dense cum that dripped from my cock all over my lower belly, over my cock, over my balls, over Kiur… And sure enough, on the ground.
I grumbled, smiling, and then I closed my eyes as I was… Milked._
_Orgasm after orgasm, I was milked. But not only.
They were milking me, making me cum from Kiur’s hands and then the others. But I was regularly fed some food. It seemed my first was the canine meat, seared with some herb seasoning to top it off. Then, I was something to drink that was thick like honey but had the faint taste of alcohol, herbs, and rotten flesh. The mix was, somehow, palatable and refreshing. Plus, my suit wasn’t shouting about any traces of poisoning, so I let them feed me like a king, even massage my shoulders and stiff neck._
_Again, it is a bit on the verge of the law. But should I refuse their attention and love?
Honestly, it doesn’t seem so, and they’re enjoying it.
While I was getting stroked and massaged, some were collecting my cum and using it to finger themselves or to lick it. Some, like the hunters, were gladly swallowing my cum and chugging on it, or using their small tongue to collect any drop on my furry balls.
And it was… Wondrous._
_It was so nice as they were even starting to rub their faces against my body, rubbing their mouth against my arms and then armpits to lick them, giving me a few chuckles.
It was… Hot. So hot I couldn’t resist stroking their heads while I heard them mumble prayers, and the same word ‘Lord’ came up._
_It was… Almost perfect. I thought I had nearly blanked out at times, but I was always back. And they were always there to whisper in my ear, clicking by them, or nibbling on them.
Imagine living like a sultan surrounded by a harem… Well, that was that moment. That was my entire life at that instant when I spent the remainder of that day getting my balls rubbed with that jelly and even my pisshole teased.
Even if I’m a smuggler who loves credits, I could live like this._
_ End Log _
_Day… 17… Or 18?
I am unsure. Though I have the suit’s inner clock, those last days passed like a blur.
When I was awake, I was instantly getting massaged and pleased by the people of Ur. I came… Again. Thrice. And then, I went to explore the village and follow them.
I think it happened again, but each time, I returned to the tent and the body pile, so exhausted I slept right away._
_But I learned about the animal bladders they’re using to make their ‘beer’ I drank. I was weirded out at first, but they explained it was the best way. And when I talked to them about using steel or metal, they were… Not aware of it.
I sometimes forget they are still primitives despite how smart they can be. More than that, whenever a topic becomes too complex, they point to their Shaman and tell me he handles that._
_Sure enough, that guy never divulged much but always spoke in long-winded sentences about the legacy of Ur. Getting any information out of him is near impossible. Still, I continued to watch them.
Off my head. They’re using the venom from the spider I saw as part of the jelly they prepare for me and me only.
They have other gardens located in other caves they can access, as those caverns are stretching underneath the planet’s surface like roots.
Beyond that, the rocks they presented me are abundant on that planet, but as I tried to scan them to get a quick answer from my ship’s computer, it returned blank. The place is weirder than expected. Perhaps there is an unknown mineral here, and it could be strip mined if they can get those rocks in large quantities._
_However, one topic that keeps returning is the ‘Lord’. They keep calling me like that, but it doesn’t make any sense. I am not their leader and, at most, I am a guest. But they’re so keen on calling me that.
Perhaps it’s another guy from space who landed and taught them to call me like that? If so, that guy was a freak.
At least, they’re not cannibals, and though they’re draining, getting masturbated all day isn’t a bad end._
_ End Log _
_Day 19. I’ll say it’s 19 since I told the last one was 18.
I returned to my ship.
I had to convince the Shaman and hunters that it was fine. But they accepted and let me leave, but not without an escort.
On the way back, we sang and danced again. This time, they had some jelly and prepared meals wrapped in vines._
_So… While we ate, some were happily massaging my nuts and making me cum. Funnily enough, those guys were not eating afterward, and when I told them, they said they ate enough of my seed.
Even when I chuckled and told them cum was not a real meal and they couldn’t get enough nutrients from it, they shrugged.
Maybe it works on them? Dunno, but if it doesn’t, that’s still some fucked-up culture._
_Beyond that, they resumed fingering my pisshole. They even used their tongues inside, and for a moment, I thought they were making out with it.
They were getting a bit more touchy, too, lifting my arm to sniff my pits or pressing their bodies against mine. However, Kiur was fine pulling his cock out this time and letting me stroke it.
We had a good time, and I think I managed to make him cum twice before we all took off. But the whole afternoon, I saw their loincloths stirring and their eyes staring at my genitals.
They’re insatiable._
_After another break, shorter this time and with every primitive taking a quick gulp of my cum, we arrived at the ship. It was intact, untouched, and when I checked the systems, I could confirm no one had come close to it. Not even an animal.
Even the Hunters confirmed the place I landed wasn’t a good spot for hunting since there was little prey or predators present._
_I also took the opportunity to cancel the broadcast momentarily and scan the waves to see if there was a remnant of an old message somewhere on the planet, or a satellite, or anything. But so far, after three hours of a thorough scan, I got nothing, so I resumed the broadcast and returned to the cave with my escort.
We didn’t fuck this time. But I am good at having them pile up on me.
They’re like a coat or a bedsheet. Soft in places, chitinous in others. And frankly, I might have been weirded out a bit by the chitin at first. But now? It’s just like a familiar presence. Once you cannot tire of having it with you, get it?_
_They are pestering me to stop talking to my suit and computer; I don’t need to keep logs since it’ll be fine. But I’d rather keep the logs in case something happens to me.
I don’t tell them that because they might freak out if I tell them about some of my suspicions. I mean… They seem to be caring and all, but I’m afraid of how possessive they can be with me.
Even in their village, they constantly fought for my attention, now that I think about it.
Hindsight is a bitch._
_ End Log _
_Fucking… Day 20.
I’m right back on the way to the village. But… Shit. I need to talk to the shaman.
When I woke up, I wasn’t instantly milked or masturbated by the primitives. For that, I’m almost glad.
However, I didn’t find them around. Instead, I had to leave the cave and follow my suit tracking systems to see them all huddled around my ship and prying it apart.
Well, they were not prying the computer apart, thanks to the spirits, the blackholes, and anything between._
_But they had their hands on my broken engine parts, and they were wrangling them away. They even snatched my screwdrivers to work on my ship. They even pulled a broken-down manifold like it was nothing, singing along until they saw me.
And what did they do?
They acted like I was angry. Not because they were taking my ship apart, but because they did not wake me up with a quickie._
_I know it’s great, I’m getting worshiped and all. BUT FUCK!
It’s my ship! I’ve invested months and years of work into it. And they were pulling it apart because their shaman said so. When I asked them how they knew it and did that, they shrugged and told me they followed the Shaman’s instruction.
So… Here I am in the middle of the jungle._
_We took a break from trekking to the village. My ‘escort’ is looking like a scavenger crew with the parts they’re carrying. They only took broken stuff, so I could try to make them drop it. But whenever I explain to them it’s useless and they don’t need it, they tell me the Shaman ordered them to, and they cannot ignore his orders.
It’s like, to them, I’m not even important.
And yet, I can hear them pestering and asking me if I’m busy so that I should stop taking logs. But I will keep my logs. And I will sure see that shaman tonight!_
_ End Log _
_Day… 21? I think?
My head is killing me. Right when I entered the village, the whole tribe was ready and made me drink more of their makeshift beer. Before I knew it, I was drunk on the floor, getting worshiped, sucked, played with, the whole deal.
But this time it was different, as while most of those guys were masturbating and squeezing my nuts, there was always one of the primitives ‘riding’ my cock._
_Not riding riding. They did not have my cock in them. But they were rubbing their asshole with it… Wait. More than that…
Urgh. I am not sure. But those who were riding looked like they had… Tits? Or rather, they looked way more curvy than the others. Let me check._
_Uh… Yep. They are definitely more curvy than the others. I checked out of my tent, and a whole bunch of villagers are looking like they have… Tits. I assumed they were only males. But… Weird.
The whole place looks weirder by the day, and I don’t know how to handle it. They’re primitives and are nice, but the more they push, the more unnerving they are.
They are certainly kind, but all the attention is weirding me out, and they’re trying to push me away from the shaman._
_Worse, that jelly. Okay. I was dumb to accept the massages and rubbing with it. I saw it was affecting my genitals and making them bigger, wayyyy bigger. But even when my cock is like a second leg to me, they keep rubbing and don’t seem to bother.
No… They seem even more excited to play with it, like they don’t have any problem with something that could split them in two.
Right now… I think they noticed I was awake, and they’re going to get me. It’s about to get… Uh. Ugly._
_My cock. It hurts so much. It feels like someone has been burning it. It’s like they’ve been using it to make a fire by rubbing it… They did not stop. They did not give me a break.
I asked them to see the shaman.
But their first answer was to tell me the shaman was busy teaching the hunters, and I had to be pleased.
Followed then the moment when they… Plainly fucked me._
_Well, they went for the typical balls massage, and as of now, I was getting used to it. But they did not stop squeezing it. For minutes, for hours. It felt like they wouldn’t stop, and they chugged on it. No, more than that, they were… Collected it all in clay pots. They collected all that cum and kept it around, passing it hand to hand before it went out of the tent. But they continued it, with the hunters sharing the duties while I was forcibly milked.
But… it wasn’t what hurt the most._
_No, it was when I heard the ‘Enough’ shouted outside. I think it was the Shaman. But before I managed to slip and get on my feet, one of the Hunters, one I didn’t recognize, approached me. Well, I think he was a hunter, but his chest was heavier and his ass rounder. He was not like those with large tits I saw recently. No, those were… Blossoming?
The chitin was like reshaping to adapt, and the part where the nipples would be was thinning, getting the same texture as the softer part of their anatomy.
How did I know it was soft?
Well, before we fucked, they had me explore their bodies. They went on and on about how they were “ready for the Lord’s love” or something. I didn’t try to answer because whenever I spoke, they kept adding and piling up.
How they had prepared themselves with the glorious seed, how their body was the vessel for a new generation, and so on._
_All the while, I had my hand forced onto their chitinous skin, finding the soft nipples, the thin and soft belly. The generous thighs that were rubbed against my legs and balls… Then, to have my fingers touch that meaty and round ass. There was no default to it, it was… Almost perfect. Almost too tempting for me to feel and dig into, finding myself back to the brothels I’ve visited, to those voluptuous whores I fucked and used.
None of them could equal what I experienced at that moment, having my cock rubbing that posterior and touching that elongated abdomen in the back, like an extension of their spine._
_I don’t exactly know its purpose, but I could sense it brimming with life and throb with excitation while my cock was… Steadily pressed against that hunter’s asshole, finding the entrance tight and yet lubricated.
Finding that orifice begging for me and… Even if my cock became such a monster that’s like a third leg… I fucked that hunter._
_I fucked that tight hole until that Hunter was crying and squirming above me, the eyes rolling and one pair of hands clenched over his chest.
Around me, the primitives were chanting and almost dancing, except for the few helping us and keeping us steady.
It was… Like a ceremony. In which I was fucking that hunter’s brain out. And I did… With more than half of my cock inside, I… Fucked. I took… I bred that bitch until I could see my dick through the thin scales, bulging and showing my presence deep in those guts.
Did the bitch cry? Yes, it did.
Did I cry? Fuck yes… I did._
_I did cry when, with the penetration, that asshole was getting tight and clenched, gripping me like a steel fist. And the hunter’s cock throbbed and bounced, spraying my face with cum. I think the hunter came thrice on me by the time I was over, too.
But I could see that, even if I didn’t feel like I came, the hunter’s belly was bulging. So obscenely. It was so round and big, and yet… That cum seemed to disappear quickly and be absorbed while he rubbed his belly, smiling and chanting, too.
It was… The first breeding.
But not the last._
_They continued.
Another. Another. Another.
It went on and on, they kept exchanging roles… And fuck. It was hot to see them bounce on my dick like it was the greatest thing in their lives. It sure felt like it was for them… And it was a bit for me as they all had that plushy ass sucking on my cock, squeezing it, while some of the others were ready to massage my throbbing and aching nuts.
Soon enough, it became like… Well, a procession. You know. Like a procession of concubines going for the Sultan’s cock._
_All the while, I was fed and given more to drink. It was either their beer or some fruit juice. Either way, I drank, and I was not parched. Not even after cumming what felt like liters of cum inside those primitives or in those bowls.
I was kept fed and satisfied, and a bit doozy while they continued to use my cock. And… Now that I think about it, not even once was I limp. They kept riding my cock, and it was always hard and ready. I don’t know how it is possible, and if it should hurt. But… I did not stop fucking.
I did not stop fucking. I did not stop getting hard. It should be impossible and dangerous, like those guys overdosing on Viagra and other pills. But I was fine. I am fine.
Okay… My dick hurt like someone tried to make a quick fire by rubbing it. But beyond that, it is fine!
It… Is weird, but I think those natives know how to make people get bigger and all, a lot about sexual stuff, too._
_It's… It has to do with their shamans, but it is something I cannot do right now. I must… See him tomorrow when I have recovered. But…
Maybe it’s stupid. But there’s something funny in my scrotum. Like an itch. I cannot reach it. Unless I rub my groin against the ground. But it’s weird. I’ll probably check it tomorrow._
_ End Log _
_Day… Shit. 22? Or 23. I forgot what I said yesterday.
The primitives are still sleeping. Luckily for me, they’re so used to me talking to my suit that they’re not checking it. Plus, they are heavy sleepers. Problem is. They’re piling up on my balls and genitals. They keep sticking to it like they’re heat lamps. I don’t know what to do. I’ll try to move them._
_I didn’t manage to move them without waking them, but when I said I needed to take a piss and move around, they let me move.
Maybe they were too sleepy to bother, but I was allowed to get out. And I put my harness on so I don’t have my balls dragging on the floor. But it’s soon over. I mean, I had to strap the harness around my chest to stay balanced. Next time, it’ll be at shoulder level… Or I cannot put it back again.
Maybe… Maybe I can also ask them to fix this._
But first. The shaman. I am going to his tent. I’ll record the translation and my words. Wish me luck.
Shaman. I know you’re here. We need to talk!
_ What is it, Lord? Are you not satisfied with your accommodation? Do you need another tent? Or maybe to have something tastier for your meal. _
It’s not the problem! What are you doing to me? And why did you steal parts of my ship?!
_ Stole? But Lord. We stole nothing. _
Your guys removed parts of my ship! They took it! I was with them while they brought it back to the village. So now, tell me why you need those parts?
_ No. _
No? I am not your Lord? Tell me what it is about. You know far too much to be such primitives. You know a lot that I don’t. So now… Tell me more!
_ I cannot. This is against the rules until the Lord is prepared. _
What rules? You’re spitting bullshit. You’re making the rules, you’re saying what is right or wrong with them, and they’re listening to you. So now, tell me!
_ No. And I will not speak as long as you’re recording. I can see the recording option is activated. _
Yes. Because you’re shifty, you’d think I’d talk to you without gathering proof? So yes, I’m recording. What are you gonna do?
_ I will not speak. _
You’d better try.
_ … _
You’d better speak now. There is no point in lying to me.
_ … _
You’re gonna play that game? I’ll tell the others about the lies you’re feeding me and why I am leaving!
_ … _
You can’t do anything. Your only option is to fess up. Go on. Talk. Say it, why you stole parts of my ship? Or why you keep rubbing that jelly on my balls.
_ … _
It’s pointless. I can go on. Keep stalling. But once the villagers are here. I will tell them I leave because of you, and they lost their Lord. I’m sure they’d be sad… But if you speak now, even a little bit, maybe I can turn off the recording. I need to confirm what I think.
_ Friends. Our guest is feeling ill. You should help him rest in the hot sources. _
Wait? What? You were here? And you told nothing! Hey! Hands off! I SAID HANDS OFF! DAMNIT! LEAVE ME ALONE! I NEED TO TALK TO THAT CUNT! I NEED TO KNOW WHY YOU’RE TAKING PARTS OF MY SHIP! I NEED MY SHIP! LEAVE IT ALONE! I SAID! LEAVE! IT! ALONE!
_ Press that button, please. _
_Fuck.
That guy got me.
He didn’t want to say a thing. Plus, there were his guards, some hunters, ready to drag me back.
They pulled me back. Not to my tent, of course. But they brought me deeper into the cavern. They carried me, four of them, like I was deadweight until we were by a steamy water spot. I don’t know why they never used it or lived closer to it if they liked the heat so much.
But they stripped me and forced me to bathe in it until I was relaxed…
Well, I wasn’t._
_But they kept me under the water until I had no strength left, and then, they left me on the edge of the basin. It was… Weird. But as it was, I was far too exhausted to fight them… And to crawl after them.
Soon after, another group of primitives came and started to rub, massage me, and stroke me. More that were looking curvaceous… Far more than before.
Something is happening to them, and I can also see more going around, carrying eggs on their backs while taking the cum bowls._
_I don’t know what’s happening exactly. But it must be linked to me.
Or perhaps, it’s linked to the changes to my body? As for the hunter who rode me yesterday, I’ve got no traces… I don’t know what’s happening. But it’s weird.
I need to get out._
_ End Log _
_Day 23.
I was kept in the tent most of the day, getting fed and milked. My balls are constantly aching, and I don’t know how to fix that. I don’t know how to fix that at all.
The only solution is for them to milk me, but even after that, after a few minutes, they’re aching again. More than that, I can feel something pulling on my scrotum like a growth. Is it a tumor?
When they were done, they brought me to the same basin of steaming waters, washed me, and left me to soak in the heat before bringing me back.
I am so tired._
_ End Log _
_Day 24
I managed to slip away from the pile of primitives. However, I don’t think I can move on my own anymore. The leather harness I had is now too small for my balls. And even then, the one for my cock isn’t adequate. At best, I’d have to lift and almost hug my cock not to have it in my legs.
And for my balls? Fuck me, they’re constantly rubbing on the floor. It doesn’t hurt, I think they’re enduring the rubbing well, and I have more fluff down there. But… There is still that worrying presence in my scrotum. They’re finally big enough that I can reach them, and when I squeezed… It felt like… Balls._
_I am … Growing a second pair of balls?
Is that even possible? I heard it is possible with genetic therapy or to have new ones grafted. But… Balls growing like that on their own? My species doesn’t get them, but I am certain… I have balls. Smaller balls._
_Yeah. Definitely smaller balls since the primitives are starting to squeeze them, too.
I asked them about seeing the shaman and to explain about the balls, but their only answer was to praise their ‘Lord’. They were full of awe and praise, saying how happy they were that I was getting my second pair and how much more virile I was.
Well… In a way, I am?
It’s not like I’ve gained some tonicity, and my muscles are definitely better defined under my fur. But it doesn’t help me much when I’m practically stuck._
_I still asked them for a new harness, and they told me they’d ask the shaman.
They always ask that guy for a yes or a no. If it goes on, I’ll be stuck here like a fucking cum fountain. I don’t want to spend the remainder of my days stuck like this.
I had projects! There was a nice station where I wanted to buy. I want to explore the galaxy. I want to get the fastest ship. I want to go legal! I don’t want to die like a fatty! Fuck!
Fuck me. If there is someone in the Federation, come save me! I can’t stay like this forever! I want to be free! Even if I have to spend time in jail! Get me out!_
_ End Log _
_Fuck… Me. Day… 26.
Those last days, I wasn’t even near my suit. I was getting fucked, massaged, fucking, and all. It was non-stop. From early morning til night, I had the primitives going to see me, and I couldn’t even push them away. Well, I tried to chase them. But now, I have a hard time touching my cocktip due to how big it is._
_It is wrong. So wrong. But at the same time… I let them do what they wanted with me. I kinda threw myself in a trap. As it is, I am… Plainly stuck.
I mean… They are dragging me from place to place like a stuffed bag, keeping me clean and all. But the more it goes on, the more it feels like I’m merely a cock attached to a body, you get the feeling?
Like a living dildo, every man and woman wants a part of._
_And … Well. About that. I guess I learned it.
There was no translation this time, but when I noted the first Hunter I fucked, that time his abdomen was swollen and his chest clearly defined. He is comparable to… Uh. The exact term is bustyboy in porn?
Like a man, all muscles and hunk, but with tits? That was him. Tits and ass, but so wide, he could easily crush anyone around._
_Fuck… And that guy has a swollen abdomen. He rubs it while clicking his mandibles when strutting around. The primitives were all happy and following him. But I couldn’t get anything what was told. But then… That guy approached and presented his abdomen.
Reluctantly, I touched it. I felt the eggs underneath the soft chitins. Lots… And lots of eggs.
Then he pointed me._
_They… Those eggs are mine.
I know it now. Oh, they made all a show when that hunter approached and had his abdomen’s back presented to me, showing the tiny entrance there. It was small, yes… But moist, sweltering, and all. It was pink, swollen… And fuck, it was like a cunt. A cunt I touched, fingered, stretched with my fingers til there was one of those eggs, yellow and filled with liquid, crowning.
I shouted and tried to yank my hands away, but they kept me around… And that egg was laid, with all the fluids and puddle on my chest. Then, as if the humiliation wasn’t enough, there were more eggs pushed out._
_Around, the primitives chanted and danced like it was the best day ever. Me? I was getting another primitive riding my cock like it’s a pole while another was covering my chest with eggs and slime, like it was the greatest gift ever.
I roared, cried… But no… They kept chanting and even imitating my roar as if I were happy for them.
Well, for the first minutes. Then they finally got that my snarling and huffs were not to say I was happy. Quite the opposite._
_After that, the egg-laying Hunter tucked his eggs away, followed by more primitives carrying the eggs in baskets… And I was left fucking… And fucking… And fucking.
They finally left me in my tent.
My suit is still there, though they’ve cut the legs off, so I can move them, and it doesn’t get in the way of my growing balls and cock, I guess._
_I don’t know what’s following… But they’re using me like a breeder. It doesn’t make sense. Cross-fertilization is only allowed for a select few species and with extensive gene editing. But here they can?
No, they can without even having to use any technology or injection. At most… It could be the jelly. But it does seem to be natural and… Fuck me if they’ve got the natural talent to do gene editing… Fuck me sideways to the moons and back if they can.
I am too tired to think about it anymore. I’ll go to sleep._
_ End Log _
_Day… 27. Yes, 27.
That day was… Weird. First thing in the morning, I was pulled by the Shaman’s guard away from my tent. Most of the primitives were off, nonetheless, and I was dragged to his tent with my hands kept away so I couldn’t record.
He said he didn’t mind I reported our conversation. But he doesn’t want his voice in the report… It’s… Weird?_
_He pulled me to the back end of the tent and revealed a tunnel leading to a cavern with… Ship parts. Mine, yes. But somehow ship parts from a different ship. Everything was rusty, but once he pushed one partition wall away, he revealed what looked like a computer that was still up and active.
For a moment, I was all ‘The fuck what?’ but he explained it to me._
_In that Land of Ur, another guy came from the sky like me, a Lord.
One they venerated, yes, but also who taught them stuff. Perhaps that guy was a scientist because all of a sudden, the Shaman spoke to me about biological knowledge, biology editing, activating latent genes, and stuff.
It was… A lot. But the gist I got was that the scientist was… A genius and an idiot. He taught them everything he knew and gave them the tech, but was unaware they planned for him to become a sort of… Broodmother?
Well, not technically._
_So far, my translation software keeps using the word ‘Lord’, but I’d guess the right translation is broodbearer or broodgiver?
I am not their lord or leader. I’m just the guy they plan to use to fuck them. They have issues reproducing together. Like, they can’t stick together or something.
But guys like me are fertile enough that they can impregnate the whole tribe and use them to fill their numbers; that’s the idea.
They… Want to use me like a fuck-machine and get the whole tribe pregnant again and again._
_I answered by talking about inbreeding and stuff, but the guy told me about some protection in their genetic codes. Something to avoid that problem. Fucking hell. I believe he could have made my biology teacher have a crash out with how much he knew.
He even drew it on the floor and… I was the only one not to get it; even the guards were nodding and going ‘Make sense’._
_Make sense what? A fucking tribal shaman living in a cavern knows about DNA and shit?
They have a centuries-old computer from before the federation, and they’re using my ship parts to repair it? Or how they plan to turn me into a massive dicked broodfucker?
My head fucking hurts!_
_And it’s not only from the fucking hungover that’s been around for the last days. No… It hurts because I’ve been fucking PLAYED WITH.
All that clicking and mandibles? That’s their everyday language.
BUT THEY FUCKING CAN SPEAK THE COMMON! THEY CAN SPEAK THE ARANGAR, THE RESHURAN! MOST OF THEM!_
_When I speak about them, they can understand! They do understand! They’re not primitive! They look like it! They act like it! But they’re not! They’re only following their traditions and shit, but they could strip-mine that planet and fuck off to the Federation without breaking a sweat.
No… More than that, they fucking… KNOW! ABOUT! IT!_
_The ‘Lord’ they knew? They were chased by another tribe with another ‘Lord’ who was more fertile. They’re practically fighting over more people coming from outer space. My crash? I am sure that’s one of their tricks now. And when I asked the Shaman about it, he only laughed.
I have been… Played with._
_And now… I am stuck in my tent.
They are planning to keep feeding me and preparing me to have their tribe restored before they fight for the land of Ur. Most of their technology is there, and though they have my ship, they plan to disassemble it; there are centuries of archives they claim to have lost in the process of moving here.
They kept some. Some archives even the Federation doesn’t know about. They knew about the classified Axxar 9. They have… So much knowledge, that’s crazy.
I thought that’d be a place where I could hide or survive before the Federation arrives. But the Federation will never come.
The Federation can’t come here._
_I don’t know what their deal is and how much they know, but the Shaman flat-out told me I couldn’t send a message off-world even if I desired.
All that time I spent on that message, waiting for it to go off-world… It was for nothing.
And I don’t know…_
_The Shaman told me, confirmed, I was stuck here. I could try to leave on my own, but he wouldn’t give me a harness for that. I could crawl back to the ship, but he confirmed it… It is too late. Until I die… My balls and cock will keep growing. And there’s nothing that can’t be done against it.
The jelly they made, it is-_
_ Crash log _
_Too… Much for me.
They’re too much. Too horny. They don’t stop fucking me until I am too exhausted. And I can’t record unless they allow me to. It’s endless. I think they fucked me for two days straight. I want to get out._
_ End Log _
_Day… I don’t care.
They have not destroyed my suit. They even allow me to keep logging.
But I don’t know what to say or add.
My whole life, the things that were outside are practically gone, and those days, I am confined in the tent, forced to eat what they give me and accept what they desire of me._
_In a way, it’s not that bad since sexual gratification is good. It makes me feel good. I can ignore the pain and the worries about the outside. For some moments, I am just there.
I am right there where they want me._
_The primitives are getting more and more fatty. Practically, only a select few warriors are not… Well, gaining tits and ass. The only ones who don’t have a pregnant abdomen and are not laying eggs.
They form a sort of guard for the Shaman who leads them and do whatever he asks… It is also they who carry me around when I need it since my legs and arms are not enough anymore. Even though I must have gained one inch, perhaps two, my body is not growing at the same speed as my genitals.
It weirds me out, but even with that growth, I am not feeling bad or sick or anything. Weird… yes, since I now have two pairs of nuts inside my scrotum and they’re at the same size, forcing one Primitive to carry one nut at a time. But… Yeah, it’s endurable._
_Most of my days are spent with the primitives massaging them nonetheless and collecting my cum that comes freely. I don’t even need to cum anymore. Merely stroking myself is enough for me to ejaculate, and it’s like I’m a fountain or a geyser. It never ends, it always goes on and on, like I have been hooked to a cum pump.
The moments when it hurts from cumming too much, I can’t experience them anymore.
I… Can cum ad vitam aeternam. And that’s what they want, I guess._
_The Shaman regularly sees me, though he makes sure I am not recording. And he explains things.
My cum and my body heat are essential for reproduction. The primitives need heat to reach full sexual maturity; otherwise, they look like normal males… They can reproduce a bit, but they can have only two or three eggs a year in that state.
With me? They’re basically always in heat, which explains why they’re so keen on riding my dick. It never stops._
_It never stops, not even when the shaman comes to talk to me about the ship and asks about the details, the blueprints, and technology.
I tried to resist it at first and to be silent like he did.
But they used another type of jelly on me, one that used a different kind of poison. This time, whenever they applied it, it hurt a lot like ice pierced my skin. And I could see my cock and balls visibly grow.
I could… Watch… I could watch my cock grow with each throb. Whenever I took a deep breath, it was bouncing and spraying cum here and there, like a wild animal.
And as crazy as it was, as painful as it was, I felt good… And hurting… And screaming… And wanting it to stop despite the sheer pleasure I experienced._
_Each time, it lasted for… Hours, I think?
Living underneath the surface does strange things to the mind. I… Am unsure if it was hours and not days. But in the end, the Shaman always returned and asked me for more.
Then I fessed up. I told him I was but a smuggler, and I could, in theory, fix my own ship if I had the issue before my eyes. But I cannot teach them.
What did he do? More of that new jelly._
_I screamed and came, still milked by the primitives. It hurt… it hurt so much. But it continued. He asked me again.
I told him the truth again.
He told me I had to come clean.
And I begged for it to stop… Finally, I guess he understood I was telling the truth. But still. My balls ache at the mere idea of that jelly, the icy shards underneath the skin, the throbs that go through my entire body. The pressure inside my scrotum growing and the skin stretching beyond any measure until… Until it is over.
Until it is all over._
_Why and how do they know that stuff? Why…. Why… Why are they torturing me to get the ship? They could hack it easily… Well. I thought.
That’s my theory… But they didn’t learn directly from the other guy, the ‘Lord’ but mouth to mouth. So they’re relying on… Knowledge that could go wrong.
They don’t have books, and if they’ve got only one computer, they can’t play with it. So… They… Are venerating the tech?_
_That’s a guess. But it makes sense.
It makes sense when, another day, the Shaman came to me. He had one platform, attached to a magnetic repulsion engine. I don’t know how they got it since I didn’t have that on my ship. But the guards lifted me off the ground and put me on the platform before I was paraded through the village.
And… In the few days I was out in the tent, I saw the population had exploded.
I saw new faces that looked like no others… And they were adult. They’re growing fast once they hatch from the eggs, I think._
_I guess they count as one as soon as they get out of the eggs, fully mature and capable of moving around. I am not a xenobiologist or a biologist. But they’re so weird it’s not the first thing they could come up with. They could as well have clones or be capable of vomiting lava, I’d be not surprised.
They can do… So much stuff.
Even that platform. I haven’t seen it anywhere when they ushered me into the computer cave._
_With it, they dragged me through the village while the Shaman was spewing bullshit about something like: “The Lord has decided to stay among us and be a part of the tribe,” something like that.
I’m not even sure if someone was suspicious in the crowd. No. They were all shouting, dancing, and chanting. They believed that guy all the way through, and I couldn’t speak.
Or I could, but the guards’ hands were too close and the Shaman spoke so loud…_
They're dragging me somewhere. I think. We’re out of the village.
No. Almost outside, I think, but protected by a rocky outcrop above. It looks like a ritual spot. But there was my ship in it. Stripped to the solar panels, to the secondary electric grid, and the computer. The cockpit, the living quarters, and the cargo bay were all removed. Even the wings, the reactors, so.
_The Shaman asked for my expertise and handed me a remote that allows me to move the platform in all directions. Even with my bits on the magnetic platform, my legs sprawled and my upper body down, I can float closer.
He asked me to open the ship’s databank while showing me the new jelly, so I complied before they left alone._
_They are too busy reading all the data I gathered from the local nodes, though they’re fast. If I come back to the village, it’s a long way. But I could also leave the outcropping. I don’t know if the platform and the tiny anti-gravity engine could endure the climb or the rough terrain.
No. It’s stupid. Even if I leave for the jungle, how long will the platform last? How long will it last? Now, my cock and balls are too big for my body. I cannot move alone. Hunting or doing any physical labor… it’s…
Here he is. Gloating._
_Just like he said.
I am stuck. I can try to flee or antagonize the villagers, but there’s no way I can escape on my own. I am locked here, and there will be no way out. Even if I manage to leave the world, I am unsure I’d find help. At most, I’d be a monster for someone’s lab and then…
And then nothing. Either I get help, or I find no one… But I guess it is pointless.
The Shaman is a cunt. But he tells the truth.
Even if I leave… I can’t do anything on my own anymore, so it’s better to appreciate what they give me and give back in return.
They have my ship’s databanks, mostly the engines and salvageable components.
Even my computer, though it isn’t as powerful as many calculators. It is still usable for technology… I guess I could even see what happened since it recorded my body vitals with the sensors…_
_**Initializing vital log
Subject Isik**_
_**Initial data:
Age - 22 Solar Cycles
Height - 183cm
Weight - 72kg**_
_**Additional data:
Cock length - 25cm**_
_**Current data:
Age - 22 Solar Cycles
Height - 192cm
Weight - Anomaly - 254kg**_
_**Additional data:
Cock length – Anomaly – Anomaly - 302cm**_
_**High levels of stress.
High heart rate.
High blood pressure.
High presence of erythrocytes.
Anomaly. Presence of foreign substances in the blood samples.
Anomaly. Presence of supernumerary organs.
Anomaly. Presence of heavy biological modifications.
Anomaly. Reduction of many biological functions.
Anomaly. Immune system compromised.
Anomaly. Presence of foreign substances in the subject’s brain.
> Full scan. > Full scan. > Full scan.**_
_**High presence of stem cells and progenitor cells in the subject two-Error-four gonads.
High presence of stem cells in the subject’s bone marrow.
High presence of somatropin. Danger of tumor development and acromegaly.
Acromegaly confirmed. Acromegaly beyond expected biological functions.
Scan analysis.**_
_**Subject Isik presents with excessive acromegaly located around the subject’s groin.
Multiple organs have been modified to reduce their blood consumption. The subject’s digestive tract has been modified to increase the efficacy of extracting nutrients.
The subject’s cardiovascular system is subjected to increased stress due to the enlarged heart.
Despite the size, no issue has been found in the subject’s oxygenation.
Extensive modifications to most cells have been found. Atrophy of the legs and arms’ muscles has been noticed and monitored with a steady increase while the subject’s metabolism is slowing down.**_
_**Danger of metabolism shutdown.
The subject’s current changes are the result of a foreign set of hormones regularly absorbed through the subject’s skin.
The subject’s autonomy is currently impossible due to the ongoing atrophy.
Advise: place the subject in life support until contact with a-Error- complete medical team.**_
_**>Full scan
No new data has been found.**_
_**>Full scan
No new data has been found.**_
_**>Full scan >Full scan >Full scan
No new data has been found. Error. Error. Software reboot.**_
_**Initializing vital log
Log Corruption**_
I am fucked.
_I am so fucked…
I… I don’t know much about this. But the software keeps telling me I will die. That I should be put on life support. I don’t know. I don’t know.
I don’t want to die._
_The… Shaman told me I wouldn’t die.
I don’t know if he’s sure about it or if he’s doing it to keep face with me and the others.
But he told me I wouldn’t die. That the method they used is safe.
He went on to explain how my body would adapt and change to become perfectly capable of pleasing the entire tribe.
He told me that all that was said was stupid worries, that I would live and thrive beyond my life expectancy. I… Have doubts. How can he be so sure?_
_I had doubts.
But when he showed me the vitals of the Lord in the life of Ur. I… Kind of get it. I will not die, but I will be… Like sleeping. Constantly. In a pleasant sleep while they worship me.
It sounds grim.
But it is better than dying, right?_
_I… Dunno.
Either way, it cannot be changed back; the changes will continue until I am entirely dependent on the jelly.
With my genitals bigger than my body, I don’t know how much everything will change. But still, I have no other choice but to accept, right?
Right?_
Fuck… I am afraid.
_ End Log _
_Last day.
With my suit barely fitting me anymore and being useless, it will be my last log.
The… Last days have been… Pleasant.
Since I accepted the situation, I no longer fight the primitives._
_Once we talked heart to heart, I guess they took a liking to me. We started to exchange.
I think I am starting to understand what they say without the software, and their voices are pretty soft. Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.
When they sing to me at night, it helps me sleep soundly. I… Love when I have my head on their lap and they stroke my ears, blowing on them. They are stroking it and poking it to wake me up. But when it is time to sleep, they pass their index fingers against the earlobe. Slowly. Carefully._
_It helps me feel good and forget.
I forget a lot, recently. The Shaman told me it is normal, as my body continues to grow and to adapt. I will soon be a full Lord like the others. Then I will sleep.
I am a bit afraid of sleeping, but the Shaman confirmed it is peaceful and neat. I will live without fear or worries.
I will still be Isik, and he says I will still react, but it will be like sleepwalking, at best?_
_It worries me a bit, but I am getting used to it.
Like I am used to the jelly they’re feeding me now. The taste is so sweet, it is like alcohol or sugar. But it’s good. Far better than anything I’ve eaten away.
On… The other worlds. You know. Others._
_Chirp. Chirp. Yes. Hehe.
Hmm. The Shaman says I shouldn’t be too late. They will take everything away from the new valley where they will settle. The suit and the computer, since they took everything.
Still, the Shaman promised not to destroy it.
I don’t remember why, but he did. He promised. Everyone promised._
_They are all so nice now. Whenever I feel afraid, they come chirp and massage me.
They make me cum, too. Well, more than I do usually. Yeah… I keep cumming. But it’s fine. Everyone says it’s how a Lord should be, always cumming for their people and keeping them well-fed, well-impregnated, well everything.
It’s good. I am good._
_I want to feel good. They help me to.
He was right. They were right. I am not dying. I am weak. My arms and legs are weak, and I sleep more. But I am not dying; my body is producing just as much. I am… I can survive. It’s fine.
Do not worry._
_If… If someone listens to me. It’s fine. I am fine. I will survive.
I am happy now.
I will stay here and go to sleep outside the village, under the outcropping, before I am big enough. The villagers will come and feed me. And I will be there._
My name is Isik. This is my last log.
_ End Log _
_**Final recovery.
Would you like to browse the recovered data?
Error. Data Error. Communication error. Data streams corrupted. Files partially transmitted.
Files partially transmitted.
Error.**_
“And that’s all?”
“That’s all I could extract from the logs. There’s a shit-ton of corrupted data. I am lucky I even pulled a tenth of the data. Who in their right mind put a ship computer out in the open like that?”
“I don’t know. That planet is weird, to be honest. And I don’t know why I was sent.”
“Because you’re a cunt who tried to mess with his supervisor?”
“Not my fault. And we said never to talk about our past issues, genocidal computer.”
“Touché. For-
A kick and one little rock fell down the hill, rolling on the white, fluffy grass.
“It looks different from the pink stuff he mentioned.”
With a snarl and his beak clicking, the purple-feathered Avian bounced forward, his vestigial wings flapping nonetheless as he advanced. In contrast, his black jumpsuit, marked with the symbol of the Federation, identified him as a criminal from the said Federation.
Then, with a sigh, he reached for his suit’s communicator.
“Hey. Tinhead. You didn’t answer.”
“I was thinking about it. It could be an error in the recording software or his species sees color differently.”
“Yeah. And what about the tendrils?”
“No clue. You’re the one with legs. I’m the computer strapped to a worthless ship-
“It’s curious, isn’t it?”
“What is curious?”
The avian continued his advance, his steps still quick after six hours of exploration.
No traces of tendrils or a jungle. It was only hills covered in soft, white grass, stretching in all directions. But no snow, and the temperature was relatively warm, enough for the Avian to pull on his collar before pushing on his communicator.
“We got stranded like that guy. And landed not so far from those hills, right by that computer. Isn’t it weird?”
“What’s weird is that you're going for the hills instead of the mountains. We need ore and material, we need to break rocks and-
“I don’t want to break rocks. And the hills are better. I have legs and biological needs. I will freeze in the mountains.”
“And yet, you’re cooking from what I see from your vitals. Do you want help?”
“What help?”
“Don’t know. I could talk about cold things.”
“It doesn’t help.”
“Organics are affected by the ‘placebo effect’ from my research.”
“It doesn’t work like that. And it is less efficient if you reveal it is a placebo, Mr. the grand manipulator.”
“Organic.”
“Tinhead.”
The Avian scoffed and continued. The air was sweltering, so he opened his jumpsuit and flapped his wings more while advancing through the hills. They were massive enough that it took half an hour to descend one. And amidst all this, there was a distant beat, one that was even shaking the earth.
“Hey. You said there was no tectonic activity.”
“I said I didn’t find any with the sensors. But they could have been scrambled.”
“Yeah, sure,” grumbled the Avian, going back on his feet and grunting. “And the communications.”
“Same issues. I think our guy mentioned it?”
“No. He was rambling. About insect primitives with super technology. If it were, the Federation would have noticed it.”
“The Federation did not notice me when I tried to overtake them.”
“It’s different. There would be traces of fuel. Radiations from isotopes. Anything. They got practically nothing here. Except jumble of white noise.”
“And what could it be? A ununoctium-heavy core?”
“Perhaps. But they can’t touch it, virtues of the commands.”
“Virtues they broke by sending you and-
“I don’t make the rules or exceptions. Try again,” interjected the Avian, a finger on the communicator.
“Still cut. Thirty-five kilometers.”
The Avian sighed, shaking his head. A chirp escaped him as he continued another ascension. His suit didn’t have a water bottle, and the sole solution was recycled piss. He did not take that option while his ascent continued under watchful eyes.
“It is-“
“You want to say weird? You say that every twenty minutes whenever you are bored.”
“I do not.”
“Yes. But go on, what is so weird, meat bag?”
“Fuck you.”
Silence. The ascension continued, with huffs and puffs.
“That guy was rambling. But what happened to his ship?”
“What’s that now?”
“If he were truly alone, he couldn’t have displaced his ship’s parts.”
“Unless he had a cart? Didn’t he mention an anti-grav engine?”
“It was a garble. But why would he go cart his computer and solar panels to the deep end of the hills?”
“I don’t know. Meat sacks are so weird, you do things that make no sense!”
“Please. Shut up. I’m trying to think.”
“Your vitals suggest you want to relax, instead.”
“Fuck it.”
The Avian’s ascension continued… The steep inclination seemed difficult for him as his wings flapped endlessly, and he pressed on his knees to advance. But in the end, as he was at the top, he turned to the source of a cough.
One chitinous-covered humanoid. Big eyes, small and triangular face, covered with a loincloth.
“Describe his primitives to me?”
“Small face. Big eyes. Like insects?”
“Shit.”
“Shit? Why the expletive?”
The Avian’s expression crumbled before he looked around. His eyes followed the path he had taken, the hours of walking he had gone through. For hours, he’d been huffing and grunting, and he looked exhausted. Then his eyes went the opposite direction, to the unknown, further in the hills…
He ran. His wings flapped behind him. And a chittering noise followed as he went further down. There, the grass was taller, enough he was surrounded by a tall grass field. In which the diminutive Avian cut through, barely reaching the middle of that tall grass.
In comparison, his pursuer was towering above, unarmed but pushing against the plants.
Yet, the Avian ran. He ran as fast as he could, watching stone structures appear on the horizon as he lifted his gaze.
“Hey, meat bag! Answer me!”
“Big- Big insect!”
The shout echoed like a shrill in the communicator as he ran to the structure, leaving the relative certainty of the tall grass for something that looked like ruins. Stone ruins the birds ran into, hiding between the half columns, or the barely settled walls.
He cut the contact with one button press on his jumpsuit and tried to make himself smaller in one alcove, practically by one of those oversized thresholds.
The insect… The insect was near, the chirping sound loud. The steps were getting closer and closer… Then a distant chirp. It stopped. The steps went away, leaving the Avian practically grasping for air with one hand on his chest as he turned the contact on, once more.
“He’s… he’s gone.”
“Who? Who was it?”
“I don’t know. One of the guy’s insects. He… he was massive. With a large body. Four arms… Big eyes. All in muscles.”
“You saw one?”
“Yeah! I saw one! It wasn’t someone’s funky fantasy. It is real!”
“Can’t you return to the ship?”
“ I-I don’t know. Pretty sure he saw me a while back because he… I don’t know, it was like he waited for me?”
“Odd. What are you gonna do?”
The Avian trembled. He dropped on his posterior, hugging his knees as he breathed. Long… Deep. Breaths. And his wings fluttered, smacking the stone wall while he observed the structure it was in.
It did not look like a ruin. Under scrutiny, traces of stone-cutting tools, ropes, weights, and other measuring instruments became visible.
“I am at a construction site.”
“What?”
“I am at a construction site. There is a statue of a… feline before me, half-made. And the ceiling is like those old school churches. I think I’m in a temple.”
“Oh, great. Religious primitive.”
“No. It means I have to investigate. Maybe… Maybe I was stupid to flee that insect. If they can build temples, they’re not primitive, but establishing a civilization.”
“Oh… no.”
“Listen to me. If we prove the existence of a civilization, we get free!”
“No. Bad idea.”
“It is a great idea. We clean our slates with one check. I only need to take photos. Do you have any topographic data for me?”
“Let me see.”
For a moment, there was a buzz from the Avian’s suit. And while the Avian caught his breath, he watched around to see paper on one corner with drawings. Plans and blueprints.
“I have traces of writing here. Can I send them to you?”
“Let me finish analyzing the topography… Hrmph. There are many stone buildings around where you are, but I can’t find traces of your insect.”
“I told you I saw it.”
“Even so, it is all too fuzzy for me to see it. Step outside. I will guide you.”
“As for the writing.”
“Fine. Send it to me. I will translate.”
With the suit pointed to the blueprints, a laser scanned the rough paper before it vanished.
Then, the Avian stepped outside. He watched left and right, but there was no one as he stepped back on the white grass, finding it warmer under his feet than the stone.
And then, there was another beat shaking the entire ground, sending the Avian to the ground so… Nothing on the structure seemed to have changed.
“Definitely active tectonic activity. Where should I go?”
“Follow east.”
“… Direction?”
“Urgh. Forward.”
There was a silence as the Avian continued through the construction sites. Temple, houses, and even a large palace-like structure. It was like a city being built in a remote location. But no traces of workers.
“It’s so silent.”
“Could you keep it that way?”
“Now you’re frustrated because I talk to you?”
“Yes. Because I am trying to translate. If I use the software suites, your paper comes up as a blueprint for a temple. ‘All to Isik’s, our Lord’s glory’. But I get errors.”
“What? The genocidal AI is bugged? Awhhhh.”
“Meatbag. No, I meant the software provides me another translation, too. Broodgiver.”
The Avian continued, but the further he went, the more the earthquakes intensified, causing him to fall regularly. Beyond that, there were more hills on his left and right. But the more he progressed, the more it seemed he was ascending something. The warmer it got. And the more the earthquakes were regular.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“I’m listening. But I’m thinking about that guy. He’s not crazy.”
“All meatbags are crazy.”
“He sounds less crazy. Or he starts to make sense.”
“That, I can agree. But even then, if that was true… Where is he?”
“I don’t know. I don’t see him, and you can’t seem to pick up his presence or the insects with the scan.”
“If someone hooked me to the ship’s system, I’d have more power.”
“If someone hooked a genocidal AI to a nuclear reactor, I’d be worried.”
No answer came from the AI. Hence, the Avian continued his ascension, though he could peer at towers and spires on his right, behind the hills. Their tops were visible, but they were clearly unbothered by the earthquake that sent him down. And then… As he moved forward, the ground was covered with little mounds, all practically at the same distance. However, with his wings flapping, he was able to jump from one to another while the grass gave way to pink. Pink the Avian poked with his foot before he grumbled.
“I finally see the end of the white grass. Anything on the radar?”
“Nothing. Or a lot. I don’t know exactly. But it’s ahead of you. Like… half a kilometer-
The Avian turned off the communicator while resuming his exploration. Again, he checked over his shoulders, but no traces of the insects.
Instead, he continued… And started to hear something.
“There’s a waterfall nearby?”
“Absurd. The place doesn’t have the topography for it. Except for a large cavern below you.”
“Well, I hear a cascade and… Huh. Do you hear that?”
“No. I can’t hear the space between your empty ears. What’s that?”
“Splashing. I hear splashing all around. And something like laughing?”
“What about you go up there, take a photo, and send it to me? I only see a strange topography, a bit phallic if you want my opinion, but that’s on you for programming that thought and forcing it on me, meatbags.”
The Avian’s wings fluttered, but he advanced, taking careful steps as the quakes continued. But as soon as he got closer to the end, his face contorted. And his eyes gazed upon a civilization.
Below, down below, a city had been built on those white-grassed plains. The pink marbled stones were forming a stark contrast with the white stone. The structures were oddly simple, with massive spires built with many balconies open to the wind.
For the smaller houses, they were cubic in structure, with side stairs to access the rooftops, which were perfect for lazing around, soaking up the sun, or attending to tasks.
The temples, here and there, were standing with the sloped and red-tiled rooftops. Columns surrounded them and offered, at times, shade similar to a pronaos. But those structures were following that rigid rectangular base upon which were sometimes grafted other wings; these served to connect to other temples or exposed atriums housing massive tendril-like plants.
But there was no order.
“That’s… Fucking weird.”
There was no order, and yet traces of architecture and civil designs could be seen around, obviously. The bridges existed, paved roads had been placed here and there, tracing the path eastward and westward.
But everything was placed haphazardly, and all huddling around one spot. A white river.
“It… It reeks,” grunted the Avian, his wings flapping.
“Well? I get hints of alkaline from your suit, but it is nothing.”
“Yeah? Feels like I entered a cheap brothel on a lost space station. The place reeks.”
“Please. You meatbags are always exaggerating.”
“I do not… urgh,” groaned the Avian, getting closer to the edge.
The pink ground was steady enough for him to see the edge of the “cavern” appear, forming a cleave in the structure the Avian had been on.
But below, as he glanced, he saw the primitives, in by the recordings, bathe in the steamy, white water as if it were a panacea. They danced, splashed, splashed others, and their distant singing was reaching up to the Avian.
Even if the liquid was sticking to them, none seemed bothered as they cupped the liquid in their hands and drank it. Afterwards, most sat on the edge, drying up before moving away.
For a moment, the Avian thought of what to do… Then he pressed on his suit’s collar, linking it to implants.
“They are venerating the river.”
“Yeah. I think so. Say, you don’t wanna get close? I might need to get a sample from that liquid.”
“Why? It’s enough that we got the confirmation they have a civilization.”
“Yes. But if there is a psychoactive linked to their cultural progress, we need to confirm this possibility. Double the rewards.”
“Shitstain.”
The Avian pushed against the ground with his feet, his wings fluttering as he kept observing the creatures down below.
They looked peaceful and jovial, downright in a utopia with the way they did not seem to care about anything, even when they were rubbing that ‘water’ in ‘places’.
“If I have to go there, can you sync my suit with that guy’s software data?”
“It could be corrupted.”
“Better having to reset the software than to insult them unwillingly,” said the Avian.
“Didn’t he say they coul-“
“It should be impossible. It must have been a trick. Send me the data.”
“Fine. Sending it now.”
“Can you guide me there?”
“This won’t be necessary.”
The Avian’s eyes widened as he turned and faced one of the primitives. Without a weapon, the Insect-like individual had his four arms behind his body. The chitin was graying, one eye partially white, like a cataract. But the old Primitive stood proud and tall.
“Come with me, outlander,” said the Primitive.
“Do I know you?”
With that question, the Avian checked his suit. Contrary to most, his blaster only had a stun mode as a security measure.
“You do not. But you have been walking on our Lord for long enough. Come with me.”
“Or what? I could use my blaster to kill you and flee.”
“Bluffing, smart. He is old. From what I see, you could sweep his legs. His body is too top-heavy to stay stable. I will guide you back.”
“Or we will be forced to take you. You also tell your on-board AI not to make assumptions about us.”
“Wait-“
“What are you saying?”
The Primitive pointed his temple, exactly right where the Avian’s skull had a bump.
“The moment you interfaced with the computer, we had access to your systems. We know about your origins, why you are here, and also the secrets of that implant in your skull.”
“Fuck! That’s dangerous! I need to send a message! I am powerless without the ship.”
“You can try to send a message, but-“
“You can remove the implant?”
The Avian’s voice turned into a shrill. But the Primitive had his mandibles clicking in his satisfaction. He even raised a hand like a signal.
“Yes. We can remove that bomb. I will have your ship brought here along with your AI. Follow me.”
“What are you doing, meatbag?”
“Finding a solution. I don’t want to live under the Federation’s heel. And if they already know about the kill-switch, they can remove it.”
“That’s not what we promised! You’d help me leave the Federation, and I would remove the bomb!”
“There’s a better solution than releasing a genocidal AI in the wilds.”
“WE HAD A DEAL! DON’T YOU D-”
The Avian pressed his communicator again, cutting off the connection before sighing.
“Are you coming?”
“Yes.”
The Avian pressed a button on his suit and followed the elderly Primitive. And for an elderly, he walked at a brisk pace, guiding the Avian back to the white grassy lands. However, each time before a quake, he would stop and signal the Avian to do the same.
“How do you know about the quakes?”
“You’ll see, soon.”
“Figures.”
The Avian crossed his arms and followed along. The pace was quick, and through the elderly primitive’s guidance, they descended a makeshift stairway along a dangerously steep slope.
The Avian’s wings continued to flap, and his suit blinked from the unread messages. But they were down, and the smell, as they approached the city, was worse than before.
“What’s that water? It reeks.”
“You’ll see, soon.”
“You only know how to say that?”
The Primitive did not answer, instead guiding the Avian. Around them, more insectoids appeared, leaving their houses and chirping to one another. They resembled the description that had been made of them: curvaceous posteriors, generous chests, and chitin that was softer along the curves but formed a carapace or armor on the unchanged body parts. Even their abdomen seemed swollen. All...
Save for the Elder and a few more primitives, armed with bows, joining the procession.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
The Avian huffed but followed. At that moment, the streets were starting to hide the sunlight, and the walls were high enough to hide the surroundings from the Avian.
His wings flapped faster, his beak clicked faster.
“Do not be anxious.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You said you knew the chip. I don’t know if you are telling the truth.”
“We are telling the truth. Likewise, Isik, our Lord, did.”
“You… You know about Isik?”
“Everyone here knows about Isik. We are the People of Isik, this is.”
“What? What do you mean? That guy is alive? Where is he?”
“He is here.”
“Here? I haven’t seen him. If he were so big, I should have seen him.”
“You outlanders are so obvious. He is here. But you will accept it more once we are at the source.”
The Avian opened his beak, but closed it. His wings flapped anxiously while the stench worsened. But none acted bothered, except the Avian, who covered his nose.
Finally, the streets widened and the river came into view. It formed in a crevice in the white fields, flowing slowly despite the sound of the current. Bridges were built around it, but there were no canals to usher it.
Then, as the Avian turned to see where he’d been, he gawked.
“Impressive, isn’t it? Our Lord is a divine providence.”
The Avian answered with another gawk while glancing at the enormous… Cock that formed the mountain he’d been on.
No. The cock and the balls on the side.
But the cock was the most defined part with a visible shaft, with skin surrounding it to hide the entire and proper length.
However, the foreskin was pulled, exposing the pink glans upon which the Avian had been stepping… Unveiling the swollen tip, the red flesh… And the wide urethra that was as wide as a cavern.
A cavern from which the flow of cum seemed to cascade from, rising clouds of steam that did not bother the bathing Primitives who were washing in it, covering themselves with fluids, and even inserting it in their holes.
“Our Lord provides the heat for our growth, the semen for our people, and the foundation upon which we can rebuild. He is everything we could have asked for and then more.”
The Avian’s eyes didn’t move away, mumbling.
“He was… Saying the truth.”
“He always did.”
“This… Is crazy,” shrilled the Avian, stepping back.
Yet, the Shaman jumped forward. Despite his age, he acted quickly by grabbing the Avian’s beak while the guards came and grabbed the Avian’s shoulders.
“But we need more Lord. We need to grow in numbers, and Isik isn’t enough for us. You will help us, criminal. And you will love it.”
Somewhere else on the planet, someone stirred from his slumber.
Distant sounds came from deeper, of people endlessly working, toiling, and enduring within the walls. A faint clamor that was almost soothing.
His arms outstretched, weak, only to be grabbed by soft chitinous hands ready to kiss those fingers, cover those digits with love. With attention and care.
The eyelids fluttered, the face moved, and soon the icy blue and hazel gold eyes opened.
Above, glowing mushrooms had been grown, selected, and carved to represent an opalescent sky. One with stars, galaxies, and nebulae. With such colors that intrigue the eye and titillate the curiosity for a second… Before the tired eyes turn away, meet with the primitive nearby.
“How long this time?” he asked, his voice soft and coarse.
“Six months, my lord. How was it?”
“I don’t know. I dreamed a ship landed on me, with one person stepping outside. He had wings and jumped everywhere,” he whispered, his voice still coarse even after another gulp of beer. His eyes fluttered, unable to focus or notice the exchanged gazes. “The wind stroked my testicles like a hand. Oh and… I could feel the movement on them… Like thousands.”
“Dozens of thousands, soon.”
“So close? Is it good?”
“Very good.”
“Good… I forgot.”
Isik exhaled, his numb limbs barely twitching anymore.
Deep in that cavern located far in the mountains, Isik had been given a sanctum. One with the soft ground covered with pillows to support his head and upper body. The scent of stew permeated the place, always prepared and warmed up in case the Lord would wake up.
Followed then the aroma of jelly that was rubbed regularly upon his body. It was everywhere, even in his dream. Picked from jars and barrels, even poured on his testicles, and rubbed against them. It was not only in the Sanctum but outside as well. Everywhere, every day… Every time, there would be a primitive smearing the jelly on his genitals.
It helped with the growth. It helped with his progress.
It always came from the caverns’ depths, brought so regularly it was like a chain, ending with the sleeping Lord having his body rubbed on.
But as Isik's eyes danced, they went to the opposite side of the room.
At first, it wasn’t a cavern but a mere opening on one of the tallest mountain’s cliffside, almost six thousand feet tall.
But in those days, a wall of white fur locked the cliff, throwing the sanctum into the darkness. One whose origin was himself, with his pelvis, his flesh, joining said wall, hiding away his lower belly.
He had grown much, so much. He could feel his sense of self stretching beyond miles, beyond what was capable. Faint, certainly, but his self that had grown beyond the stricture of the typical body.
And yet, there was never enough, as the primitives kept rubbing the jelly, feeding him, and giving him something to drink.
It was certain to them, then… Even the Lord of Ur was nothing compared to Isik. And maybe, he could outgrow him. Become a country or a landmass on his own. But they kept rubbing, ensuring their Lord would keep growing, even as he returned to his slumber.
But not without listening to his people, the people of Isik, preparing for his next awakening.