Mekid Chapter 4
#6 of Stories
Catrina sat in her four poster bed, wide awake as she stared out the window into the grassy lawn beside the quiet home. Last night everyone had stayed up late dealing with things before turning in. Apparently one of her own security detail from her family's house had stayed the night, because first thing in the morning they'd run into each other in the large bathroom. The poor girl was unrecognizable, tight bun completely destroyed, clothes above the waist disheveled and loose if tucked at all. Missing completely below the waist save a pair of socks at different heights. She simply sat on the toilet keeled over against the adjacent wall, unblinking and drunkenly staring off into space.
She'd nearly swallowed her toothbrush when Thueban came in without knocking, wearing only a pair of boxers to scoop her nearly lifeless bare-ass-ed body off the toilet and carry her back to wherever he was keeping his pet demi-human. That had been an hour ago, and sleep was definitely not coming now that she had that mental image out of her mind. That woman was a trained fanatic, a killer cold-blooded methodical brute. What she saw peeing in the bathroom was a brain-dead party girl.
The soft rap of knuckles on wood roused her and she turned to face the closed door pulling her blankets tight across her lap. "Come in." She felt her voice crack, and as she coughed the door slowly opened. Vanessa poked her head in, her one glorious full hair gone. Pulled back tight, Catrina could now see bare skull next to her temples. Undercut, the Mohawk was well kept and apparently exceedingly long running down her back in a braid. "Can I help you, Vanessa?"
"I just wanted to let you know breakfast is ready, we'll have it in the study again. We wanted to catch you up to speed on a few things. If we don't...well, it will be better if we're all on the same page. This will take a while and we don't want to have to discuss the details once we're already on the island."
"What exactly am I catching up on, if I might ask?" Catrina almost feared what the answer would be but she had a good idea.
"Ekidna," Vanessa shrugged, "I know they will not and could not teach you the specifics on them, and as you will be the new....well" she grinned, "High Queen of the new island...well, you should now why that term is very, very different to them than what you take it to mean."
Cecilia could barely concentrate.
Her pussy hurt, her asshole hurt...hell even her throat hurt. He hadn't really poked the last one, it was mainly from screaming herself hoarse. Rizak had been very meticulous with his room, even though they now usually slept in his. It doubled as the family music room while the sun was up, but the sound proofing had proved invaluable on more than one night, like last night. He'd taken his time alright.
"So now that we're all here." Donnie cuffed the girl on the back of the head, rousing her and smirking at her as she flipped him off playfully. Donald was a good dad, but he knew how to give as well as he took. "We can begin. For some of you this will be ridiculously obvious, and slightly embarrassing. You are here to give insights that those of us that.....have no personal reference can better help to understand. Vanessa?"
The woman who'd yesterday held the remote lifted her hand and pressed a button on it, causing the wall to light up with the projector's image. Chai and Thoo laughed as they looked at themselves in their regular business attire standing on the screen.
"Oh god, we're using the slides?" Chai looked over at Vanessa who smiled sheepishly and apologized with her eyes as she pushed another button. Now the couple was nude.
"Mythical Ekidna." Donnie leaned his butt on the desk as he crossed his arms, "who can tell me how many genders there are?"
"What?" Catrina blinked owlishly at that question, "what do--"
"Six." Sylvia called, not even looking up from the book she was reading as her head rested in between Phula's cleavage, snuggling on their beanbag chair. "King, Queen, Rook, Bishop, Knight, Pawn. These come in both Noble and Soldier Taxonomy, effectively making twelve if you are counting both Anthropoid and Quadrupedal designations, which Ekidna themselves do not."
Everyone kind of blinked in silence for a bit until Donnie broke the quiet with a cough. "Thank you Silly. Now, can anyone tell me what that all means?" He looked at Catrina who only looked at him like she was having the nightmare where she'd forgot pants going to school.
"It means that we have a lot more fun in bed." Tyzer grinned, then immediately blushed and went somber as all the older people in the room turned their eyes on him disapprovingly. Walter's arm made him feel better, but didn't decrease the blush. "I mean, that means that sexuality and gender are not as clear cut in binary terms as opposed to other species."
"Correct." Donnie nodded approvingly of the young man's save. "This means that more so than any other, The Ekidna is gender fluid in both role and perception." He scratched the back of his head, "this is compounded by the....help me with the words here honey."
"Multifaceted genetalia?" Vanessa shrugged, "no one really ever coined a phrase." Looking over at Catrina she saw the girl was getting overwhelmed fast. "We can stop for a minute if you want, just let us know."
"I think I....hmm...okay." She looked around the room. "So not counting....how many Ekidna genders....are in the room right now?" She looked at everyone looking around the room nervously.
'Five." Cecilia was the one her answered softly. "Everyone in the family is different, though they kind of look the same. I mean...Riz?" She looked up at the man she was sitting next to, putting a hand on his chest that he held onto reassuringly.
"What you would call male, we have 3 genders that have their...muscle structure. For the most part." He looked over at his brother who puffed out his chest, playfully trying to pull off a few muscle beach poses before rolling his eyes and winking at Catrina.
"So you three are all different...genders?" She tried, honestly tried to not make it sound disrespectful, but she knew her ignorance was grating. The three 'men' looked at each other and shared a small smile.
"I'm a Pawn." Tyzer spoke up, waving bashfully as he leaned on Walters shoulder, "we can get into technical stuff later. But by bits and bobs standards, you and I have more in common between the legs than me and Walt do."
"Pawns are... you know what," Vanessa shook her head, "Lets just do the slides? Donnie your have a problem with that? Anyone have an issue, it's your call guys."
Catrina watched everyone shrug and blush but nod. She didn't know why it was such a big deal until the first slide changed. She was staring at a blown up picture of Chai naked. Donnie playfully whistled and Tyzer gasped playfully trying to cover Walter's eyes who looked transfixed. "Damn." Cecilia stared up before chuckling.
"Chagotha is the designation of Queen, so named by the foundation that comissioned their creation back during the Mythos wars. She is from the primary set. That is to say the ovulate gender. You'll note to man differences in Queens from a standard 'female' gender. First being the second vaginal canal and womb, and the auxillary vagina in the tail."
"WHAT?!" Catrina didn't mean to blurt it out, but the concept was so outrageous it was beyond consideration. Everyone, particularly Chai, seemed to regard her curiously as she blushed in on herself. "I mean...why would you even....I don't understand why."
"They weren't made by nature." Vanessa supplied softly, putting a hand on Chai's arm reassuringly, "they were created by weaponized genetics. This paticular design they had in mind was very specific. They were made to be moderately sturdy soldier that could replenish their numbers at incredible rates." Seeing the girl was placated a bit, she continued on. It almost sounded like she was reading a script as she flipped to the next picture; a very, very personal close up.
"Unlike other feminine genders, the vaginal canals are sealed from the outside by a strong sphincter muscles not unlike the anus. Due to their differing gender divergences, what would normally be a clitoral mass atop the pubic bone and running down the labia is instead a mass similar in shape to a tuning fork that--"
"I'm sorry." Catrina cut her off again, rubbing her eyes, "why do I need to know this? I'm not having sex with anyone at this table." She smiled apologetically, only to see the slightly perturbed and offended looks she was getting.
"You are going to rule a country," Vanessa smiled sweetly, tapping her remote on her temple, "and you know nothing about the subjects you're dictating things to." Pursing her lips she tilted her head, "have you even ever had sex Cat?"
The girl's brain locked up, looking at the woman as her face grew tomato red. "I beg your pardon?!"
"Everyone here is sexually active, and comfortable with that fact." She waved around the room, "half of us literally crawled off a dick to get here. If you cannot be mature enough to deal with the fact that you are setting up to rule a very, very sexual set of creatures--"
"I can handle it," Catrina gritted through her teeth, her face feeling like it was on fire as the woman clicked to the second image, showing the tail opening.
"Like I was saying. One of the eccentricities of the race is the pet, as they call it, or the tail sheath. In the Queen it is an opening that doubles as both a vagina and an ovipositor." She the younger woman look at her curiously, she wetted her lips leaning forward reassuringly. "Ekidna can either birth young live, or lay a leathery sort of egg about the size of your fist. Young typically hatch in 5-8 months depending on method."
Pushing past whatever questions Catrina might be about to ask she flipped the screen again.
"Hubba hubba.." Cecilia grinned elbowing Rizak as he blushed up at the naked, if androgynously equiped version of himself on the screen.
"The King." Vanessa clearly called out, "the primary scrotum gender of the species. Keeping their penetrative genitalia in a pouch not a sheath, they serve as surrogates in dire times we are told." The woman looked at Catrina as she flipped the screen to a closeup of Rizak's crotch, what looked like labia spread to show off the rather more pronouced sphincter between them. With a click the slide changed.
"Oh my!" Catrina covered her eyes as the large flaccid length laid on the examination table in the photo. "That is really....oh my..."
"It's bigger than it looks." Celicia called out with a smirk, and at her mother's raised eyebrow straightened her back startled. With a nod she tucked her chin in and began to talk in a much more practiced tone. "The King penis is unique among the Ekidna in that it has a lock but no knot..." looked at her mother she blushed but kept going, "the lock being a knot in its own right present in the glans tip of the penis, trapping the shaft but allowing intercourse to continue. This phenomenon is present in both the pelvis and tail penis. Both orifii can be sexual pleasured in manner similar to the female genitalia, in both penetration and manipulation. When not in use both the scrotum and the penis retract into the pelvis for protection." The girl sat back as if her strings were cut, and it was hard to tell who was more embarrassed by her 'presentation', her or Rizak who couldn't bring himself to look up at his cock on the screen.
"From there we can move on to the Rook, the secondary scrotum gender." Vanessa took a deep breath and moved the slide. They'd need to all be acquainted with the truth eventually, The parents had all agreed that teaching Catrina needed to be a univeral moment for all their family.
"HOLY SHIT!" Cecilia nearly fell out of her chair backwards, only Rizak catching her as she flung herself away from the table on instinct. The man who owned said equipment chuckled and Vanessa held her head in her hand palming her own face for a second before looking up. Her bottom lip in her teeth it was obvious she was trying to to laugh by the way her shoulders jerked every couple of seconds.
"The Rook is unique in that it is the only gender with a penis..." Chai spoke up, standing as she held onto her paper with a bit of smug pride, "that loses the ability to use its sheathing pouch after puberty. While it's tail penis can retract, the pelvis phallus is too girthy to return to is home. Typically 50% more muscle mass than a King, they were uses as shock troopers and heavy infantry." Nodding to Vanessa, she waited for the slide to switch.
"Oh wow...." this time it was Catarina who marveled, looking back and forth between the two tails tips on the screen.
"As you can see, the King on the left has a standard phallus, including the fully distended lock shown here. Also of note are the breed barbs being displayed. These are typically only shown immediately after or during dispensing ejaculate."
"When did you pose for that?" Ceci whispered menacingly, her eyebrow raised in the style of her mother as the young man beside her stared forward fascinated by the screen. She knew those bedsheets very well.
"By comparison, the Rook tail apparatus is entirely different. These 4 rope like stands are actually miniature penii in their own right. Fully prehensile they measure half the length of the tail. Unlike the King's penii which only barb up during ejaculation, these tail appendages remain fully barbed with a felt like texture. While capable of ejaculation they are significantly reduced in the typical volume and force."
"Okay..." Vanessa stood stretching her arms wide over her head. "I think we've all died of embarrassment for a bit, what say we break for a quick bathroom break and come back to die a little more inside in say, 30 minutes?" she looked around the room at approving nods and smiled.
Catrina sat in the recliner, blushing to her roots as the semi-circle of people her own age listened to the softly bumping music. The din of smoke and laughing from across the room was barely audible in the low-light.
"I can't believe you all are so..." she glanced to her right at the spectacle happening not 20 feet away, "open." She finished the word and felt compelled to watch as the smooth furred girl did another rotation, this time upside down before righting herself and rolling her hips in time with the music.
"Oh, Cecilica." Rizak rolled the ice in his cup, staring down into it before looking over at his girl, "she studied music and dance, with a focus on Human Historicals. Apparently this was considered borderline pornography way back in the day..." She watched him take a sip, never breaking eye contact with the girl slowly sliding her back down the pole, after a swallow and a satisfied sigh he shrugged, "I just think she looks beautiful. But I can see their point, do that naked and any man's gonna drool."
"No, I mean, with your sexuality." She watched the fully clothed woman finish a final flourish of spins using only her thighs to hold on to the bar before climbing down off the raised platform in the smokey little den and run into her boyfriends lap beaming a smile. "I didn't expect my primer on Mekid to be so graffic."
"Actually," Rizak gripped Cecilia tightly as the girl bristled and Catrina worried she'd said something wrong, "we didn't either. Ceci here knew she was going to be part of the presentation....but I sure didn't know I was going to be staring up at my junk on the screen." He pulled Cecilia down, kissing her on the cheek as she smiled at him before returning to her passive mask.
"So what you think of it?"
Catrina barely had time to register the words before Rizak spit his drink back into his glass and bounced the bunny/mousey girl on his knee. "Baby! You do not just ask someone that! I'm supposed to be the deviant remember?" The girl turned around, fully facing the human girl and plopping her butt in his lap, the look in her eyes told Catrina the subject was tabled for the time being.
"You should really not use that word till you're more familiar."
Catrina turned to see the really quiet one, Sylvia if she recalled right. No book in her hand this time, but sitting up on the head of the recliner next to her. Phula the Ekidna was sitting in front of her, and the mousey girl draped over her shoulders, her knees sticking through the girl's armpits as her fingers laced together a foot in front of the barely taller girl's face.
"I'm sorry?"
"She means Mekid." Cecilia piped up, still a little bristled. "It the context of you using it, it's a racial slur." The rest of the crowd looked markedly uncomfortable except for Sylvia, who always looked slightly uncomfortable in crowds.
"I beg your pardon, why is it only me...I mean I've heard you say it since I got here."
"Cause I happen to be--"
"C, girl. Slow it down." Rizak mumbled, kissing her neck before looking at Catrina sorrowfully. "Most people don't think we have had culture, but those that did a lot of fighting on what used to be sovereign ground will tell you otherwise. We had a social structure once, a system of doing things....even cultural stigmas and traditions." He squeezed the woman in his lap, "one that made it back with the soldiers that fought against us was that term. M'Ekid was a term of significant endearment originally among Ekidna; as other people learned it, it took on a double meaning." He smiled slightly, staring off into the floor.
"Closest you could prolly translate it is 'you're mine' or 'you belong with me' if you wanted to try really hard translation." Cecilia's venom was only slightly subdued. "Only two ways it's socially acceptable to call someone that in mekid culture is to either put them in chains, or between you're legs." She seemed to enjoy the shock on the woman's face as she leaned back, "so, I've earned it. Most don't even realize it basically means 'I own you' for the most part."
"Those that brought Ekidna back as servants, pets, or sex workers really ingrained the term into society. Even those that have earned it rarely use it now a days due to connotations. Like Donnie." Rizak hugged Cecilia from behind, mumbling something in her ear, the girl nodding her head and frowning before turning her face and kissing his cheek.
"I can understand I guess why---wait..." Catrina tilted her head, "Donnie? But I thought..." she looked over at the other group that had split off. Donald, as she'd been told was alright to call him, sat at the bar of the little speak easy they'd built in the basement. He was nursing his drink chatting animatedly with Chagotha. The two seemed to be genuinely enjoying the conversation, and for the first time Catrina realized the hand on the inside of his thigh petting affectionately was not his wife's. "Oh my..." She looked around, realizing that Thueban and Vanessa. "So then--"
"Oh yeah," Tyzer chuckled, tucked under Walter's arm on the love seat beside them nursing a canned soda, "like drugged bunnies." He smirked and looked shocked when Cecilia threw her shoe at him.
"Get fucked, racist." she chuckled sticking out her tongue.
"You'd have to convince Wally to share first." He smirked, sipping from the straw stuck down his can as the three other people in the two relationships blushed crimson. Catrina noticed that somehow the joke had struck a very sensitive cord, not crossing a line but getting damned close.
"So where are they at?" Catrina tried to change the subject.
"Oh god, woman...."
Vanessa slowly risked opening one eye from the flat of her back. The shaft was massive, she loved it. Wrapped firmly in her tits it still stuck out past her eyebrows when his balls hit her chest from the bottom. He wasn't in any rush, in any way, and it was glorious.
'Plap-plap-plap-plap...plap-plap-plap-plap...plap-plap-plap-plap...'
With his knees in her armpits astride her chest, she had to use his tail as a place to lock her ankles on, letting her feel the sway as that mass he was packing thrust in a cadence. The one in her ass was far more gentle than the three absolutely sawing her pussy in half. He knew she liked it a little rough, but times like this she knew he was holding back. Sure they were no bigger than her thumb, but the three of those barbed beasts fighting for space were breaking her mind a lot faster than the tree trunk wrapped in her tits ever could. She heard his groan and licked the bottom of his shaft as he released another gout of clear fluid into her hair line. She was a mess, all Ekidna were rather messy but Thoo was a Rook. He'd probably been at it only 10 minutes before she looked like someone had dipped her in baby oil. Every out stroke of those little barbed wonders were dragging a trail of clear fluid from her to run down her fat ass crack onto the now over soaked bed.
Gripping the headboard with two hands he slowed, coming to a stop as he panted. Teasing was one of her favorite things, and even satisfied Vanessa had a habit of keeping him wanting. "Are we close to done?" He smiled down at her face, she was an absolute mess, one of her eyes practically glued shut.
"Do it." The words were so deep and mournful that he felt his balls tighten. He lifted one leg, and taking himself in hand he watched the woman reach down to begin fingering herself with both hands. Lifting her knees she felt the tendrils plumbing her depths lose focus, thrusting disjointedly as she watched the pink fleshy sack of his begin to jerk and pulse.
"Close your eyes." She didn't need to be told twice, and she opened her mouth as she felt the balls landing on her mouth pulse. "Fuck...yes." Thoo groaned as he palmed the head of his cock holding it flush with his body straight up. A half second later it was like someone turned on a garden hose full of heavy whipping cream. Vanessa held on as long as she could, her face coated and every inch of her from the throat up taking the creamy rain until her nose burned and her eyes watered from having to hold them closed so hard. Turning her head she sputtered and gasped. Turning her face back it looked like she might reply but arching off the bed in a squeal took precedent; the three teasing masses that until a second ago had been massaging her g-spot decided that the grass was greener up the other hind.
"I can't take it." She gasped, feeling her face turned this way and that as he windshield wiped her cheeks and forehead clean with the underside of his shaft. The woman whimpered as the tail flexed hard and his grabbed her by the hair.
"You're gonna." Thoo let the last few streaks run down his girth, swatting it on her face before rolling to the side. The four rods of flesh fought for space in her rapidly reddening back door as the woman shifted.
"Never in a million years could you have convinced me I would love this so much..." Vanessa reached up, wiping her eyelids and drawing her legs up to stand on her toes beside her parted ass cheeks. "You saved enough for tonight?"
"You're insatiable." Thoo chuckled, running his hands through his hair as she stared up at the ceiling, he could feel her still clenching on him. "I should really spend some time with Chai tonight."
"She's already circling Donnie, I think she's in the mood to gag on it tonight." Vanessa rolled to her side, wincing as the shafts gave her no quarter. "Besides," She picked up one leg, pointed the toe at her other knee as she lay on her side showing off where his tail disappeared, "you dug this hole, and now you gotta sleep in it--NO TUGGING!" She squealed as her body went straight as a board clinging to the side of the man laughing at her as she pounded his bicep with a rain of punches. "barbs-barbs-barbs-I will fucking bite you!!"
Catrina sat comfortably sipping her drink, looking at everyone else file in. She'd been the first one's back, everyone else had come in only a minute or two later save for the big woman and the huge man, who came in about 10minutes later than everyone else. Catrina didn't have much experience in the arena, but she pretty much knew that expression screamed "don't care, had sex".
"Alright." Vanessa breathed a long heavy sigh smiling, and a few around the room chuckled. "Now that we've all had a break.--"
"Some of us more broken than others." Cecilia quipped, and ducking the pen chucked at her, giggled.
"As I was saying..." Vanessa smirked cocking an eyebrow, "now that we've had time away we can get back into the thick of things." Looking over at Sylvia and Phula sitting beside each other she tilted her head. "Are you okay with this baby, I can do it if you want."
"N-no." Sylvia was quiet, her voice barely above a whisper as she stood, and she waved off Phula who tried to stand with her. "She's my.....lover...it should be me." The girl looked beet red as she nodded and her mother adjusted the monitor with a click of the remote.
Catrina was expecting something strange, but honestly Phula looked fairly normal nude. She was remarkably fit for all the baggy clothes she wore. Her breasts high and tight compared to the other women in the room save Cecilia.
"The knight is the first of two parasitic genders, and the only parasitic ovum genders." the girls voice was so nervous and quiet that Catrina had to lean in, everyone being exceptionally quiet as she actually picked up the page of notes off the table and continued reading. "Possessing a retractable phallus like the king, it is on average longer than the typical king of equivalent size." She paused and Vanessa clicked the remote again. Side by side were imaged of Phula's labia, one perfectly pristine the other a holster for a pretty pink shaft and ball set. Catrina had noticed that save for Thoo they all had that pinked fleshed tone from being internal organs. Even the sack was the pale pink pastel with the membranous service.
"Damn,"
This time it was Walter who spoke up and the group looked over at him as he stared up at the screen with Tyzer, who broke his gaze to look over at his blushing sister with a bit of wonder and curiosity.
"Unlike the King and the Rook how are highly voluminous and watery in their ejaculates," she blushed, but Sylvia pressed on, "the Knight is exceedingly thick, approaching petroleum jelly in consistency in their release. This is to help facilitate their oviposition. Even the penis itself is designed to cater to parasitic impregnation."
"Parasitic what?" Catrina raised her hand like she was still in college, and felt bad as Sylvia completely shut down, eyes wide and almost trembling as she was interrupted mid thought. "I'm sorry," The human girl offered out of reflex, "i'm not familiar with that term either."
"They are parasitic breeders," Vanessa spoke up, and after somewhat comically to the group limping around the table placed her hand on Sylvia's shoulder. "They have a penis, but reproductive role wise they are predominately female. They produce eggs, but they have no womb." Vanessa reached over, softly running her hands through the tomboy her daughter was in love with's hair. "They can lay eggs externally to create a Soldier, they can also implant the eggs." Vanessa patted the girls shoulder. Clicking her remote she left her hand sit on the girl who was now hiding her face.
"OH." Catrina stared up at the tip of the penis before her on screen. "It's...flowering?" She tilted her head.
"The tip is normally spike like as you saw. When they attempt to full breed they... implant with this. If they can get the tip just inside the cervix...." Vanessa winced, "an admittedly painful practice if not for the analgesics laced in Knight seminal fluids. The tip opens up, rolling back and hooking the opening, effectively widening the opening and pulling a small portion off the tip through into the womb before they begin depositing eggs."
"The process..."
Everyone watched Sylvia placing her hands on the table, shaking from the effort as she looked at them.
"Sexual intercourse itself rarely lasts more than a few minutes, but the implantation process can take hours...it is highly personal...." she blushed again growing quieter, "and can be quite intimate."
"Hours?" Cecilia's eyes were wide, looking at her little sister, "oh Silly...oh girl..." her little sister looked up, and grimaced as her big sister bit her own tongue and winked, giving her a silent golf clap.
The there was a few moment of silence, and Vanessa left the room with Sylvia, Phula in tow as everyone looked at each other.
"You are all very brave to share these kinds of things. I'm not sure I could be sold bold." Catrina slouched in her chair as everyone drank and stared off into space.
"You'll get used to it." Tyzer smiled, "You're going to be running a small country of us. It's hard to stay bashful."
Catrina, not for the first time, stared at the table, wondering what the fuck her family had gotten her into.