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INT - PAUL'S SHOP / 1100

The Stozi's organ emerged from its sheath. The entire structure formed a long, rigid cone. Upon stimulation, smaller cones rose from the surface in a spiral pattern from tip to base. Paul's tongue told him that these fleshy barbs also lifted up and had patterns of barbs over them as well. The subtleties of each Stozi were a treat to explore, and a challenge to duplicate; if one barb was not aligned correctly, the entire sleeve would not fit.

Paul lay on his back under the quadruped, hands around his hind ankles, which were twice as thick as Paul's hands could grip.

Paul had been told that the Stozi had deeply ingrained reactions to facial expressions and tail movements. Even the slightest twitch of a muscle on the muzzle, or a flick of the tail, triggered powerful instinctive responses, and it had kept them locked in a rigid social structure for generations, individuals and groups learning complex rituals of etiquette to avoid arousing a reaction in someone else. For the sake of freeing their minds, they cut off their children's muzzles and tails at birth, depriving them of their usual means of expressing emotion. By extension, they also disciplined themselves to celibacy, mating only during their annual cycle.

That's what they told people.

Paul had made custom sleeves for so many Stozi over the years he was convinced nobody actually followed that directive--that the entire species, in fact, experienced the full range of emotions but lacked the ability to express them, so they were all trapped inside themselves, and sex was the only outlet they had. He once overheard Hadron say that the Stozi may no longer be tossed about by impulsive reactions to the body language of others, freeing them to focus on mathematics and the arts and invent space travel and so forth, but that did not mean everyone was content.

Paul had this quadruped's entire organ mapped in his mind, and he released the client and slid out from under him.

"Wait here if you wish. I will have a proof ready shortly."

The Stozi spoke evenly, lacking inflection. "Thank you."

Paul turned to the beds. Two Telosen sat on one of the beds, both of them hard, and a human sat on the other, pants around his ankles and flaccid. Paul noticed he bore the rank of ensign, and the other two ESC officers flanking him were fully clothed. They had brought him here as a hazing ritual, probably. Paul did not care so long as they followed the rules and someone ended up inside him.

Paul wagged his tail and moved to the Telose bed. The two birds winked their eyes, smiling at him, leaning backwards. Paul began with the one on the left, dropping to his knees and opening his mouth. He closed his eyes and took the entire thing in one motion.

Telosen had multi-pronged members, which made effective contraceptives for them difficult to make. The number of stalks each bird had varied between individuals, but at least those stalks were smooth. Each one could move individually, designed to stimulate the interior of a person as needed. The most interesting part was how a male from Telose had control of each stalk. They could explore the interior as if with fingers. This male had five stalks emerging from his slit, each about the size of Paul's finger, each one moving around inside his mouth and ending at a point. He liked how the Telosen teased his insides, feeling him all around until they found exactly where Paul liked it.

Having analyzed this male's most sensitive parts, Paul rose and crouched in front of the second person on the bed. He opened his mouth and swallowed the wiggling tendrils. This male had three stalks, but proportionally thicker to compensate. They twisted around one another inside Paul's muzzle. Paul analyzed every square centimeter of him, and then released him.

"I have both of your profiles," Paul said as he rose to his hind paws. "I will have proofs ready shortly."

They were both winking and squinting. The one on the left spoke. "So which one did you like better?"

Paul wagged his tail. "I liked the complexity of your stalks. It's like a maze for my tongue to work through. But," he looked at the male on the right, who had fewer but thicker stalks wiggling from his slit, "I also liked how he keeps his twisted up. It's like a puzzle for me to work to separate them."

"He likes doing that," the left bird said. "He only unwraps them after fucking me for a while."

The right-hand bird pecked the left bird with his beak. "I make you earn it."

Paul left them to peck and flap at one another and walked to the other bed and the nervous human.

"Hello, my name is Paul."

The two ESC officers standing on either side of him smiled. The one on the right spoke. "Our buddy Justin here needs what you're selling."

Paul's tail flicked to the side. "Everyone needs what I'm selling."

The left human smiled wider. "He just graduated from the academy and heard about all the venereal diseases out there, so now he's scared."

Paul knelt between his legs and looked up at him. "Yes, so many that can cross species lines. Just relax and I'll build you a profile. We only have to do this once. Are you ready?"

"S-sure."

Paul began licking. It did not take much stimulation to make the ensign hard. The human sex organ could curve up, down, to the side, or not at all. Sometimes it had bumps along the head, sometimes not. Some cultures cut off the skin covering the tip, others left it alone. Thickness and length varied quite a bit, but the basic structure was always the same. The ensign was unremarkable in terms of shape and size, but the skin folds fascinated Paul. After just a minute, he had his contours memorized. Paul let it slide out of his mouth and rose to his hind paws.

"That was fast," said the ensign.

"Humans are easy," Paul replied, and addressed the room. "A few moments please while I build your proofs."

Paul left everyone sitting around with their cocks fully engorged. He walked to the room in the back and then shut the door behind him.

Paul stood at the terminal and began typing. The computer had numerous algorithms he could use to speed up the data entry, and he used one of them now to duplicate the fractal patterns he had felt on the Stozi. All he had to do was enter the initial shape, and then tell the computer how to distribute smaller versions of that structure around the whole.

The two Telosen were more challenging, but he had already built basic algorithms to describe them. He only had to input the variations, and he typed them in so rapidly he occasionally outpaced the computer screen.

Paul remembered years ago an Eneg had set up a rival shop on the other side of the inner diamond. The Eneg had used a scanner and a computer to generate the profiles and build sleeves. Paul knew people who had tried both, and they kept coming back to Paul's shop. Paul's muzzle was more accurate than a scanner.

Plus, the Eneg had not provided free and immediate trials of his product.

Both Telosen sleeves made, Paul now moved on to the human. He entered the bézier curves and control points so fast he watched the penis take shape on the screen in real time. As he typed in the numbers describing the details, he watched the texture of the skin form on screen from bottom to top. He rotated the penis on screen, and his eyes told him he had entered all the numbers correctly.

He sent all four patterns to the polymer machine behind him. As it built the sleeves, Paul rubbed himself, anticipating how each one would feel inside him. He looked forward to the three-stalked Telose most. He imagined all three stalks going in as one and remaining rigid until the muscles relaxed and they started exploring him.

Paul slipped out of his sheath. His own organ was a blend of canine and reptile, pointed and pronged on either side, but ending with a knot. It had not inflated yet. Right now it was purple, and it would change color depending on how close he was to climax.

The printer ejected four rolled-up discs. Paul could tell whose was whose just by the circumference, and he arranged them from largest to smallest so they fit in a neat, pyramidal stack in his paw. He pushed the button. The door slid open. Everyone was sitting on or near the closest bed, checking one another out. Paul drew their attention, and he went to each one and slipped on the sleeve. As usual, the new clients marveled at how perfect it fit. So perfect it didn't shift at all.

Paul climbed up the bed between his clients and knelt on it, tail up. Apparently everyone had come to agreement regarding who would be first, as they led the nervous ESC officer behind Paul, and then he felt the human slip under his tail.

The human organ always made Paul feel relaxed and content. Something about the smoothness of the shaft and the way the skin moved over the tip inside him. He designed their sleeves to work with or without the skin over the tip, and now this ESC officer was starting to feel the appeal.

He was a slow and tender partner, and Paul lay flat on the bed, pulling him down with him. Now able to lie flat on Paul and feel his fur, he thrust faster. This was the part Paul liked best--when someone became so comfortable they would lead Paul around. The ensign gradually wrapped his arms around Paul's reptile chest and pulled him to his side. He was able to get much, much deeper with this angle, and as he lost himself in the motions, he became more confident.

Paul opened his eyes and noticed the others were rubbing themselves to stay hard. The two Telosen sometimes felt each other, twirling the stalks around their fingers, making each other gasp.

The human squeezed Paul so hard as he thrust Paul quickly ran out of breath to gasp or moan. The ensign finished and slowly released Paul. His fellow ESC officers slapped him on the shoulder and ushered him off the bed.

The Stozi went next. The quadruped climbed up on the bed and lay against Paul. The large mammal cocooned him between all four legs, and Paul felt his sleeved organ against his rear.

Quickly he felt the fractal pattern slide into him. The sleeve he had designed had minuscule pockets for every raised spine to reside, going three fractals deep. His tongue could sense even more miniature, raised cones rising from those, but the polymer had a limited resolution, and details that small did not make much of a difference.

The Stozi rolled Paul around so he lay on his back, and Paul lay belly up on the Stozi's stomach, four legs still wrapped around him. He bucked his hips so hard his testicles swung upward and smacked Paul's a few times. Paul held his forepaws and enjoyed being held in place.

The quadruped lowered his hind legs and used them to thrust deeper and faster. Paul now felt the hilt of the sleeve brushing him, and he knew he had mapped the cones properly.

Paul drifted into a dreamlike state for a moment as the Stozi found a pleasing rhythm, and then he was pulling out. The two Telosen were gesturing the Stozi to roll him around, and he rolled Paul off the side of the bed. Paul landed on his feet, panting and holding his hands together. One of the Telosen turned him around and bent him over the side of the bed. Paul couldn't raise his tail high enough.

He felt a trio of twisted stalks slide into him, and Paul moaned, happy to feel those stalks inside him, rigid and wonderful. It felt like a mammal's organ like this, an exotic sensation.

He felt counter-thrusts. He glanced over his shoulder to see the other Telose behind him, fucking the first one. They were preening one another's neck feathers as they shared this moment.

The harder he thrust, the more relaxed the stalks became. Paul lay halfway on the bed and pictured them in his mind, slowly untwisting and about to start teasing his insides.

As he thought it, Paul felt three little fingers feeling around in him, and he squirmed and pushed his hips back. This encouraged the avian to thrust harder. When his partner thrust him, he pushed into Paul. They kept this rhythm going for a while.

Paul felt all three stalks spreading out inside him. Paul's tongue hung from his mouth as they explored him, and then one last thrust.

When a Telosen pulled out, they were physically incapable of contracting their stalks, so each one spread Paul on the way. Paul gasped and nuzzled the bed as he did.

His partner still wasn't done with him, and he dropped to his knees while his five-stalked companion mounted him. Paul wagged his tail, disappointed not to feel five prongs inside him, but content with what he had. They ordered three boxes each, ten per box. Paul hoped one of them would remain behind and use him again while he ran off more copies, but they all left for Hadron's.

Paul went back to the printer. He set the boxes in a line and let the machine run off multiple copies of each profile. As he waited for the first profile to finish, he rubbed himself. His lizard-canine cock was still out of its sheath, now shaded pink. Still one more color to go before he reached climax. He was disappointed nobody had managed to stimulate him all way. He thought for sure one of the Telosen would be able to--one of their stalks would find the right spot and stay there, but they seemed to be actively avoiding those places inside him. He wondered if they were saving that for later, or if they were just inconsiderate. Paul sighed as he breathed the smell of hot polymer.

The first order was done. Paul set the boxes to the side and printed the second. He collected the rolled discs one by one and placed them in the box. His mind drifted to the Grovians, those bipedal dinosaur-creatures. Humans said they resembled T-rexes, but Paul was not sure what they meant by that.

The saurian species centered its entire society around war. Everything was about battle to them; even during times of peace they found a way to prove themselves through combat. The genders looked, sounded, and dressed identically. They performed identical roles in society. One only knew which gender a Grovian was when they took off their clothes and exposed themselves, rare between members of their own kind, and even rarer in the presence of alien races. They had special pronouns which had no translation among any species, thus they became the first words in Grovian others learned to speak.

When they took partners, they did not care if it would produce a child. Only that the union would benefit the status of both families. Paul had been privileged to know many of them intimately. He'd heard ESC officers say anyone who entered Paul's shop had to be male, but Paul had noticed many Grovians enter his shop simply to watch Paul work. It amused them to watch males take turns on Paul. A Grovian dick was ridged in the same way as their scales all the way down the shaft. Similar in basic structure to a human's, but thicker. He was in the mood to feel those ridges deep inside himself.

He turned to the computer and pulled up his favorite profile. Seeing the penis on the screen reminded him of the day he had met urm. He could see gres muzzle, gres white eyes, gres green, pebbly skin. Akaak, House of Ihi. He remembered how heavy gres body had felt lying on top of him, how those spongy ridges felt. Paul had made the sleeve precise enough to contour the ridges perfectly, and every single one of them brushed against his sensitive spots. Everything Akaak did had made Paul whine. Paul had never seen his dick change color so fast, and he had finished twice before Akaak had once, which had impressed the saurian.

He sent a command to the printer. Three copies. They printed after the second order.

Paul held them in his hand. It had been years since Akaak had been here. Not since the Atlins were still running this station.

He collected the last two orders and set them on the desk. He checked his messages. Five new requests from previous clients, all next-day orders. Paul sent the commands to the printer and lined the boxes up. While he waited, he unrolled one of the Akaak copies. It formed a perfect, hollow duplicate of what was in Akaak's slit. He felt the pointed tip that expanded thicker than Paul's hand grip, fleshy ridges lining it. He traced the contours with a finger, turning to the door several times.

One by one the four clients from earlier returned, and Paul had their orders ready. They smirked at his erection, and to Paul's disappointment they did not have the energy to go again or the time to help him finish. Climax was never required for Paul to enjoy it--just feeling someone inside him was quite enough to make him happy--but he did like to finish every now and then, even if the cleanup cost him money.

They also asked what the unrolled sleeve and the two rolled pieces on the chair were for, and Paul joked he was trying to summon a former client of his.

Four satisfied clients. Five returning clients coming tomorrow. He had made his money for the day, and he considered closing up and resting, but he decided to wait. Paul sat on one of the beds and watched the door, making sure his privates were easily visible to anyone entering.

INT - PAUL'S SHOP / 2500

No new clients for the rest of the day, but four more reprint orders came through. After running them off and boxing them up, Paul switched off the sign on the outside and climbed into the closest Telosen bed. The birds from Telose once built nests out of grass, so they made their beds to mimic the feeling of sleeping on grass. He curled up under the cover and imagined Akaak climbing into bed behind him and enveloping Paul in gres muscular grip. He raised a leg and imagined feeling those ridges.

The sounds from Hadron's bar began to wane. The ambient footsteps marching up and down the inner diamond gave way to the low hum of electricity flowing through the conduits overhead and below and through the walls. Paul felt the air moving about the room. The gentle breeze from the two air vents puffed his fur. He pulled the cover over himself, leaving only his muzzle exposed. From the room beyond, he heard another order drop into the queue. He was tempted to get up and fill the order now, but he was too comfortable.

He hoped he'd meet a Grovian client tomorrow. Grovians so rarely visited the station these days. Clients in general rarely mounted him after he had made their initial pattern, but Akaak had come back several times, and each time Paul had invited urm to stay after hours.

For a few weeks, Paul had let someone mount him without a sleeve, and he had felt those wonderful ridges moving inside him. Doctor Dorset, who was heterosexual no matter how many times he mounted Paul, had once told him the Grovians had an aggressive territorial drive as part of their mating instinct, which they had diverted into a warrior culture: flashy, posturing, always shouting. Paul knew when alone and in bed, they could be gentle and caring. Akaak was a slow and passionate partner. Je had taken a liking to Paul and spent the night with him multiple times--one of the few clients who actually asked about him personally.

Gres semen was so warm Paul felt the heat in his throat. Paul had told urm his penis changed color to black when he was about to finish, and Akaak had wrapped gres muzzle around Paul's length and swallowed it, all the while still moving back and forth inside him. When he woke up, Akaak was still there, arms still wrapped around him, and Paul had never felt better.

He had offered Akaak to take gres boxes free of charge, but the Grovian had insisted on paying full price every time. They had spent many nights together before gres ship undocked from the station. It had felt so good to be with someone instead of just doing business all day.

So many years ago.

Paul heard a strange noise coming from the vent. He opened his eyes and threw off the cover. It sounded like liquid flowing through the air vent. Paul stood on the bed and followed it from the wall. The sound moved with the duct. Paul rose to full height and loosened the vent cover over his head.

The liquid sound was coming closer. Paul jumped and grabbed the edge. He pulled himself up just high enough to see inside the vent. His night vision cut through the darkness, and now he saw a mass of liquid coming straight for him. The flow slammed into him, but instead of flowing around him, it wrapped around his head. Paul couldn't even open his mouth--it was exerting force. He slipped out of the vent and fell to the bed, landing on his back, the writhing mass flowing over and around him.

Finally it washed over him and flowed onto the bed. Paul sat up, tail raised. The clear ooze flowed all over the bed, as if searching for a way out. Finally Paul breathed.

"Cylinder?"

The liquid did not react.

Paul leaned forward. "Cylinder, are you sleepwalking again?"

The ooze settled at the foot of the bed and stretched upwards. A form began to emerge. Feathers. Beak. Arms. Legs. But it was still undulating like a liquid, and the feathers were not separate, rather they formed a single sheet that hung off the torso. It also stood twice as tall as a typical Telose bird. A transparent Telosen now loomed on the bed. Cylinder barely seemed able to hold this shape, as the bird form was wilting.

It reached for Paul, arm stretching and becoming thinner. It moaned. The moan stretched along with the arm, becoming a high-pitched roar.

At first Paul wanted to cuddle up to the liquid and let it flow over and through him, but the arm pushed Paul off the bed. He backed up, hands folded in front of him. Cylinder's other arm now stretched in his direction, still groaning and roaring.

"Cylinder, wake up."

Paul had seen it sleepwalk before, but never like this. Normally all he had to do was caress the puddle and Cylinder would eventually settle. This time Cylinder wasn't just having a nightmare; it had become the nightmare.

The melting facsimile of a Telose bird must have reached its limit, and now it flowed off the bed and stood on the carpet, growing new limbs and flailing them about. When it touched the carpet, a ripple ran through its body. The sheet of feathers receded into its liquid body. So did the beak. Now a feline form emerged from the ooze. The Atlin body before Paul was featureless, only the most broad traits and form of the species. It lumbered toward Paul on barely-formed legs, flowing as if the carpet were ice and this Atlin's legs had been severed at the thighs.

Paul backed up to the chair and stood behind it, not wanting to be shoved again. The shrieking, melting Atlin slid toward him.

It was just a couple meters from the chair, now losing its Atlin shape and melting into a blob with stumpy limbs.

"Did something bad happen?"

It reached the chair and began to flow over it. As it moved over the backrest, the melting liquid tightened into a vaguely saurian shape. In a few seconds, the form settled into pebbly skin. Blunt, curved muzzle. Not just a featureless reptile from Grovi. It was Akaak's body, exactly as it had been, rendered in water.

Paul rose from behind the chair, looking the creature over. Cylinder was wearing the unrolled sleeve Paul had left on the chair.

The creature was still shrieking. Paul gritted his teeth and lunged for him, embracing his torso. He cried and held him tight, muzzle buried in his chest. The body was not completely solid. It seemed to be threatening to melt and collapse on top of him any moment, but Paul held it and cried.

Cylinder held still. It wasn't reaching or moaning anymore. Now Paul felt a large hand on his back, five claws running through his fur. A low-pitched growl resonated from the body. It rose to a shriek. It solidified.

It was still angry.

Paul turned around and raised his tail. Instantly he felt the half-liquid body flowing on top of him. The only solid part seemed to be whatever was contained inside the sleeve. Special glands inside Paul produced a lubricant, and it slid in with little resistance.

The liquid mass could not hold the shape, but it still loomed over Paul, halfway between a formless liquid and a Grovian.

It did not thrust, but the organ matched exactly, and for a moment Paul let himself believe Akaak had returned. Je never had to thrust. Just lying together had been more than enough.

Paul's arms gave out, and he fell to the carpet, body squeezed under the weight of this liquid. Paul mumbled as the solid organ moved in him. The contrast between the fluid pushing his body down and the hard organ deep inside him made him slip into that dream state he craved so much.

When he opened his eyes again, he was under a dome of fluid. It touched every hair and scale on his body. It even massaged his eyes and filled his ears. Paul had no senses now.

And yet the organ inside him remained solid. The ridges were so perfect Paul still imagined Akaak on top of him, using gres mass to pin him down but still being so tender and gentle.

When he became aware again, the weight lifted off Paul's back. The dense fluid receded from his eyes and released his head. The pressure under his tail eased as it slipped out. Paul rolled over and faced Cylinder. Its liquid body was beginning to settle into the Grovian form, curled into fetal position.

Having now taken on a saurian form, it stared at Paul. Cylinder's features were vague enough to see Akaak lying in front of him. Paul crawled to urm and curled up. He knew this was not Akaak, but he couldn't stop the emotional rush. At first Cylinder remained rigid and uncertain about what it was supposed to do, and then it simply rested an arm over Paul and lay with him, hip to hip, muzzle to muzzle.

INT - PAUL'S SHOP / 0918

The door chimed. Paul peeked from his sheath at the thought of a new client so early in the day. He pushed the button behind the desk and unlocked the door. A wall of water wearing a shawl walked in, tablet suspended inside its body about where the waist would be on a bipedal creature. It hesitated and then began vibrating in a vocal range.

"Good... Good morning, Paul."

"Cylinder," Paul said, rising from his seat, still peaking from his sheath. "Is something wrong?"

"I, uh, wanted to follow up regarding our encounter last night."

• Sample of a published book. "C C S", by Tagenar, is available wherever books are sold.https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58044219-c-c-s -