Induction
Alien technology is marvelous!
This is - to put it mildly - an odd story, which may not be to everyone's liking. Pretty softcore bondage and some sensitivity play, very contrived situation. Alien characters, always lots of fun for me to write. Also surprise romance! There's something for everyone to enjoy, and something for everyone to get squicked at. It's magical.
"We appreciate very much the assistance you are rendering us."
The translator was a marvel of cooperative engineering. No technology before or since had made such demands on the two races that had designed it -- and not because of any significant technological burden intrinsic in the device. No, the Bayeluran end of the device was quite simple, a component that had been in use for thousands of years prior to First Contact -- conceptually, it was similar to a microphone. And the Cerestian side was mostly software, a parser, a vocal synthesizer, a set of grammar and terminology rules. The translation of meaning itself was not difficult, especially compared to some of the other alien languages that Cerestian scholars had deciphered.
"This is a very promising discovery for the advancing field of nuanced electrical induction; it will surely have great impact on the design of our computing devices. This experiment truly marks a turning point in the entire field of electromagnetic theory, for both our species."
Xenner was watching him, still nervous, his paws fidgeting in his lap. The tall, slender purple-skinned alien was looking at him impassively, big dark eyes indecipherable. He couldn't read Bayeluran body language, and the translator imparted no vocal inflection or emotion. From what little he knew, such things were mostly pheromonal in Bayelurans, and also indicated in slight color changes on the tannish skin around their nostrils and small earflaps. Dr. Hrorssrrht's were tinged a pale blue, at the moment.
He could feel Dancil sitting beside him, close, comforting; his rust-red fur just visible in the peripheral range. Dancil was nervous, too... but, he'd always been tougher, more courageous than Xenner. Ever since they were kids, little kids. For all Xenner was taller and bulkier... Dancil was the one who was never afraid.
"We are quite sure the procedure is safe. In essence, it is no different from the electrical signals your brain is firing right now. The technique does not alter any functions or apply energy directly to the neurons, so it cannot cause damage. It merely induces certain neurons to fire, much like a touch, a smell, or a spoken word might."
Xenner nodded hesitantly, and then remembered that Bayelurans don't nod. "I see," he said.
"So, shall we begin, then?"
Xenner sucked in a breath, his paws nearly vibrating.
"It'll be all right, Xen," came a soft voice from beside him. The gray-furred Cerestian looked toward the red.
Dancil had his four triangular ears splayed, an indicator of earnestness; he was smiling just a little. "I'm ready."
Xenner gulped. "But... what if it hurts you? What if it... makes you think things?"
The other male shrugged. "I think things all the time, and it doesn't always turn out so bad."
Xenner glared, while the other chuckled. "That's not what I meant." He looked toward Dr. Hrorssrrht -- whose real name had thirty-one syllables, but the first two were already unmanageable -- with a somewhat accusatory expression. "Why does he have to do this, anyway? Why can't you do it on one of your own people?"
"Well, we have tested the device thoroughly on our own species, however, our central nervous system is not arranged like yours. The largest component is within our heads, but more than 80% of the high-density high-potential tissue -- the 'brain', in a comparative sense -- is distributed throughout our bodies. This makes it quite difficult to effect changes on more than a trivial scale -- an itch, a desire for a certain food -- certainly nothing as dramatic as what we have planned today. Your species is better suited for this experiment, because nearly all your central nervous tissue is clustered in the skull." Hrorssrrht folded the uppermost pair of his two sets of arms, in a weird non-interlocking way with the right laying atop the left. "Further, your neurologic anatomy is strikingly similar to ours on the cellular level, so there is very little risk of the technology having an unexpected effect on you. Cerestian neurology is also well-understood in the interspecies scientific community, and our two species have been on good terms for hundreds of years."
Naturally, he didn't mention what had come before those hundreds of years. First Contact had not been pretty.
"And finally, Dr. Erionus Dancil is one of the preeminent transdermal empathic neuropsychologists not just on Ceresta, but across the entirety of the known galaxy. Not only is it more likely that the experiment will be successful, on a subject with highly attuned neuroempathic potential, but it is natural to offer him the chance to take part in the infancy of a discovery that may well permanently alter his research and his entire field. We are honored that he could accept."
"With no small amount of excitement," Dancil replied, though his tone was contented and steady. He was always so calm.
Xenner took a breath, looking to the other Cerestian once more. Dancil looked back.
"Alright..." he mumbled, reluctantly. "I know you understand this stuff better than I do, so if you think it's safe... I'll trust you."
"It'll be fine," Dancil said reassuringly. "It might even be kinda fun!"
"I don't understand why I have to be involved..." Xenner protested. "Strikes me as pretty creepy, really."
The Bayeluran was the one who replied, via the somewhat metallic voice of the translator. "Ah... well, considering the... nature of the experiment... we deemed it might be, uncomfortable... for it to be performed by a stranger. It seemed better to have a close friend actually... trigger the responses."
Dancil actually chuckled at that. "Are we friends, Xenner?" he asked, teasingly.
Taking the question too seriously, like usual, Xenner frowned. "Well, we're certainly not married, and we both occasionally see other people... so I suppose we are friends, yes... Just very close friends."
"With a lot of benefits." Dancil giggled.
"Yes, I suppose." Xenner found it in himself to smile a bit.
"Ah..."
The gray-furred male looked to the translator on the wall reflexively, and then back at Hrorssrrht. His nares and earflaps were now quite yellow, and his extremely long tail was making an odd, wavelike motion.
"...Ah, I hope I have not... offended."
"No, no," Dancil reassured. "Your terminology was quite correct, we simply found it amusing to consider how correct it was. So, you'll do it, then?" The last part was to Xenner.
The Cerestian grimaced. "All right." He gave a little sigh, and got a gentle pat on the shoulder from his companion. "But while we're on the subject... Perhaps we can discuss it after this." He blushed slightly.
"Discuss what, now?"
"Uh... marriage." Gulp.
The red-furred Cerestian blinked at him, floored. After several moments, he smiled softly. "Well... Okay."
Xenner looked up, surprised. "Just like that? You used to be so against it..."
"Well, this is a pretty significant milestone in my career, the sort of thing that will probably only happen once in my lifetime... And we're both not as young as we used to be. Maybe... maybe we should discuss it. Yeah." He smiled warmly, and Xenner smiled back, more tentative.
After a short, tender moment, Dancil looked to the Bayeluran. "Let's begin, shall we?"
"...Yes," Hrorssrrht said, after a moment. His ears were really quite yellow. Xenner wasn't sure what that meant. He wondered if there were homosexual Bayelurans. He couldn't remember things like that from his galactic history class.
"Uh, so, Dr. Erionus, if you will kindly disrobe, the technicians will help set you up in the device. Mr. Estulothurus, you come here to the control podium."
"Why is it this far back?" the gray-furred Cerestian said dubiously, padding toward the small computer sitting atop a pedestal.
"Just to ensure the induction waves do not affect its operator. They are focused to within a range of seventeen nanometers, but residual echoes can propagate up to three meters away."
Xenner looked back to his mate, who was shedding the light clothing he had worn on the transport up from the planet's surface. Two more Bayeluran scientists were helping him, and in the back room he could see several more manning control panels, and a few watching.
His 'Cil's fur like terin flowers in bloom, spiky and dusty red. Xenner had never liked terin flowers, though, they made so much pollen, made him sneeze. The high iron oxide content of the pollen made his snot orange, too, it was pretty gross.
That didn't dispel the poetry of it, though, as he watched his companion, his lover... yeah, his friend... shedding his shirt. Shoes, pants, underwear. Socks. He always took his socks off last.
Taking a steadying breath, Xenner thought that he wouldn't need to be within three meters to be affected today. A much more old-fashioned form of induction was already making his pants tight, as he drew his gaze away from his naked 'friend'. He wished the scientists weren't there; he didn't want to share 'Cil with anyone. Not that they were staring; he was certain an alien's intimate anatomy was quite uninteresting, perhaps even gross, to them... and he knew their standards of modesty were very different, considering every Bayeluran he had ever seen didn't bother to cover their genitals, located on the underside of their tailbases, but did always wear something covering their shoulders, stomachs, and thighs.
Dancil hopped up into the reclining chair, lazily relaxing in its fairly comfy-looking depths. The technicians began gingerly affixing a metal mesh cage to his skull with small sticky pads, and hooking up wires to the large ring-shaped generator hanging down from the ceiling. The equipment had clearly been custom-designed for a Cerestian, and that was at least reassuring.
Xenner tried not to look too much at his mate's sheath, small and wrinkled in the cold room, or the testicular pouches on his upper inner thighs. It definitely would not do to get overly excited. He couldn't exactly leap over the podium and shove Dancil's manhood up his rear, could he? He didn't think the scientists would appreciate that. Well, Dancil might, but he'd be disappointed even while he was appreciative.
"All right," the translator spoke; Xenner remembered to look at Hrorssrrht this time. The Bayeluran's ears were still a little yellow. "Looks like we're ready to begin."
Xenner gulped. The way the guy was standing so still and silent was really quite creepy. He'd never really gotten used to the telepathic thing, despite having interacted with Bayelurans frequently ever since Dancil had moved to Elsima, a gray-furred suitor in tow, after they had finished high school. Still, he couldn't deny the translator was pretty impressive -- telepathic impulses to quite natural-sounding speech... and designed cooperatively by two species who couldn't communicate at all until it was finished! Some Bayelurans could understand spoken language in a rudimentary sense, recognizing particular words sort of like many domestic animals can. Likewise, some empaths -- Dancil included -- could understand Bayeluran telepathy in bits and fragments of meaning. But early on in the history of the two species, there had been none of that. Only a bloody, never-ending territorial war, and a few scientists working in secret.
Funny, really, that the two warring species had proven to be so similar, once they could speak to each other. Philosophical yet proud, artistic yet fiercely protective. Or, perhaps, it wasn't so funny. Pride and defensive instinct don't require communication; sharing ideas and culture does.
"Trial 26-013.1," the translator was saying, "the first such on a Cerestian subject. The subject is Erionus Dancil, male, age 71 cycles, equivalent to 46 cycles for a Bayeluran considering typical lifespans. Subject is healthy and physically average -- yes?" he looked to Xenner for confirmation.
"Fairly so, yes," the gray male replied. Dancil was a shorty, but nothing too remarkable.
" -- physically average, with no neurological abnormalities or problems with sexual health."
Xenner almost chuckled at that. "Most emphatically not."
"I am assisted by -- " The translator rattled off a superfast string of syllables. " -- of the Institute of Tamescir, and -- " Another, this one quite horrifying. " -- of the Alien Studies unit of the University of Karan Seor. My personal assistant is Estulothurus Xenner, a friend of the subject."
He really didn't like that 'friend', now that he knew this was being recorded. "I'm his mate," he said firmly.
"...Ah, correction," the Bayeluran said, after glancing at him. "My personal assistant is the subject's, ah, mate. Also a male." The translator's voice softened a bit, one of the only ways it could express variation in the telepathic stream it received. "...Such things are common among Cerestians, I believe."
Xenner snorted. You could certainly put it like that. There were government incentives for having children, nowadays, to keep the birthrate up. Xenner had done it a few times; he didn't really mind having sex with females. They just didn't turn him on, so he had to close his eyes and think about Dancil. Most of the females he'd been with had been doing the same thing about their partners. One had been heterosexual, though.
Dancil had never done it, as far as he knew. He wasn't really the sort to be swayed by civic duty. Not that it mattered. He was the 'preeminent transdermal empathic neuropsychologist in the entirety of the known galaxy'. One of the very few blessed both with genius and significant empathic talent. Nearly everyone had a touch of it, but Dancil's was fairly astounding; he could even push paperclips a few centimeters across his desk, if he strained himself... to say nothing of what he could do with a computer in front of him, processor die exposed so nothing was in the way.
"Are we ready to begin the trials?"
The other two Bayelurans looked up, but the translator didn't speak; it must not be attuned to their frequencies.
"Excellent. Mr. Estulothurus, if you would please step up to the podium."
The gray male did as commanded, as the scientist continued his dictation.
"The subject is currently under no neural induction, and the induction coil is powered down. Dr. Erionus," he said. "How are you feeling?"
Dancil was laying back in his chair, looking quite comfy despite the bulky cage around his head. "Excellent, thank you!"
"How would you describe your current emotional state?"
"Um, excited. Eager, perhaps, but content."
"Are you feeling sexually aroused?"
"Not particularly, no."
"Excellent. Mr. Estulothurus, you may power up the device by pressing this button." He indicated one.
Xenner regarded it hesitantly. A big red one, hovering in the holographic display box, like a shallow sink. Below it was a small monitor, currently blank, and right of it, three more buttons, as well as a slider.
He pushed the big button.
From above, there came a humming crackle, as the coil energized itself.
"There may be a moment of nausea as the induction field starts to form," Hrorssrrht warned Dancil. "It should be mild, and will pass quickly as your brain acclimatizes."
Xenner gulped.
"Ugh, you don't say," the red-furred male groaned after a moment, looking quite off-put... but a moment later, his face smoothed out gradually. "Ah, never mind, that wasn't bad."
"How are you feeling?"
"A little odd, but quite okay."
"Are you feeling aroused?"
"After that sensation, definitely not."
Hrorssrrht ducked his head a bit and shivered, making an odd neighing noise. "Ah, yes, I would imagine not." His ears and nose were faintly greenish. Due to the bland monotone of the translator and the odd body language of the alien, it took Xenner a moment to realize he was laughing.
"Mr. Estulothurus, I will acquaint you with the control panel. This readout displays your... uh, mate's... brain. This red region indicates where in the brain the induction field is focused. Our technicians will focus the device on specific regions of Dr. Erionus's brain for you, so you do not need to worry about it; we likely know his cranial anatomy better than you do. The greenish areas indicate areas of high brain activity, while the darker areas indicate areas of low activity. The buttons to the right represent three preprogrammed induction patterns which we would like to test. The slider adjusts the 'choppiness' or 'intensity' of those patterns. It can be quite powerful, so please be judicious with that one."
"I understand," Xenner replied, a bit preoccupied by the monitor. The red area was changing as it was focused, but Xenner wasn't interested in that. A blob in the left area of Dancil's brain was quite green. "What are you thinking about, 'Cil?" he asked, curiously.
"Induction fields..." came the lazy reply, earning another chuckle from Hrorssrrht. The green blob shifted more toward the center, and intensified, spreading out in a butterfly-like pattern.
"You just changed. Now what are you thinking about?"
Dancil's voice was softer. "You..."
The gray-furred male stilled, watching the monitor for a moment.
"Mr. Estulothurus... if you would press the first blue button, please," Hrorssrrht said after a moment.
Xenner hesitated... and then did so.
He heard Dancil inhale slightly. "Dr. Erionus? How do you feel?"
It took the other Cerestian a moment to reply; when he did, his voice was small and weak. "I'm... not sure..."
"Are you okay?" Xenner asked, alarmed. "Should I turn it off?"
"No, Xen, I'm fine..." He took a deep breath. "I just... I feel... very strange. It's... hard to describe."
"Do you feel sexually aroused?" Hrorssrrht asked again.
The Cerestian was silent for a long moment. "...I don't know," he said, finally.
The scientist hesitated, and then looked to Xenner; the translator's voice lowered again, though it was still speaking across the room. "Is he... displaying signs of sexual arousal?"
Xenner blinked. Well, at least he wasn't the only one who hadn't paid much attention in xenobiology... though, he supposed these guys were neuropsychologists, not androcologists. "No," he replied; his mate's sheath was still in small-and-wrinkly mode, not even any flushing.
"All right, no signs of sexual arousal. Mr. Estulothurus, please increase the intensity of the induction field to about half."
The slider was currently more toward the left. Xenner, paw trembling, grabbed it and pulled it toward the right.
"Oh... oh gosh oh GODS!" Dancil shouted, quite suddenly. His back arched, and he gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. His sheath was swelling up faster than Xenner had ever seen it react; the end of his bifurcated penis all but burst out into the air.
"Are you feeling arousal?" Hrorssrrht asked quickly.
"Y-yes, oh gods..."
"Should I turn it down? Is it too strong?" Xenner asked sharply.
"G-gods... yes... yes, it's..."
The gray-furred male quickly drew the slider back to about a third of the way, and watched as his mate relaxed somewhat, lying back in his chair, breathing hard. "Oh gooood..."
"Is that enough? Should I do more?"
A few pants later, he got a reply. "No... no, this is... normal... If by 'normal' we mean 'I've been away a month at a conference and you're wearing an ordinik!'..."
Xenner blushed, glancing at the scientist beside him... though he imagined Hrorssrrht had no idea that an ordinik was a traditional sort of Cerestian undergarment that hadn't been commonly worn except as lingere in roughly a hundred years... one Dancil happened to have quite a fetish for. Xenner only wore them for him; they made him feel a bit shy because of the way they exposed your thighs and backside, but came up higher on your waist... Felt funny.
"Oh god I want to fuck you so bad Xen..." Dancil groaned. His penis was standing up firmly, throbbing; the spade-like tip was glistening on both sides, where his two urethral openings lay. "I want... I w-want..."
"Are you feeling sexually stimulated?" Hrorssrrht asked next. "Do you feel as though you are actually having sexual relations at this moment?"
There was a slight pause as the subject considered. "N-no... no, gods, this is... frustrating... I want to..."
"What are you wishing for?"
Dancil took a couple breaths; Xenner could see his eyes gleaming. "I am... wishing my mate would walk over here and... stimulate me manually."
Xenner blushed, and Hrorssrrht's ears and nose yellowed a bit.
"Roughly, please," Dancil growled at the gray-furred male. "The way I like it, nice and hard, you know how... You do it so well... Oh gods Xen you're so fucking hot..."
"Ah, perhaps it would be an opportune moment to move on to the next button," Hrorssrrht said, over the translator. "Please decrease the intensity to zero for a moment, Mr. Estulothurus, so we may refocus the device."
Xen dragged the slider back to the left. Dancil's entire body went slack.
"How are you feeling, Dr. Erionus?"
"Uuugh," Dancil groaned. "Like I just got the fuck teased out of me by that sexy fucker... I feel... like, resigned. As though I can't have him or something, I'm barely aroused anymore..."
"You can have me whenever you want me," Xenner protested.
Dancil glanced at him. "Hush, you, you'll get me feeling aroused on my own and all this data will be worthless."
"Oh, right. Sorry."
The red area had shifted to the right and sharpened. "Now, you may press the second blue button, and increase the intensity," Hrorssrrht said. "I believe we have learned we must be gentle with a sensitive empath such as your... mate."
Xenner nodded. He hit the second button... and then, very gingerly, he nudged the slider back toward the right.
Dancil's penis was starting to soften, but he quickly began to shiver, and it sprang back up. "Oh... ohhhhh..." he moaned softly.
"How's it feel, 'Cil?" Xenner asked, this time.
"Oh my... it... it feels like you're... riding me..." Dancil groaned. "I mean, not like I can... feel your tail or anything, but it feels like..."
"You are feeling sexually stimulated," Hrorssrrht summarized.
"Yes, exactly... Oh gods... Xen, turn it up a bit more..."
Xenner nudged it a bit further right. He watched as his mate's testicles drew up toward his crotch partway, tightening in their respective thigh pouches.
"Oh, oh gods, oh gooods, oh Xen, ungh, uuuungh, oh this feels so good! Oh gods Xen, harder, harder!"
Xenner glanced worriedly at Hrorssrrht. "What should I do? What if he cums?"
The Bayeluran considered. "I do not believe he will be able to climax. The device is merely simulating the effect that intercourse has on his brain. He is not actually being stimulated, and his nervous system is not reacting in the way it would if he were." Xenner saw he was watching the monitor.
"Oh, oh Xen... Oh Xen... turn it up a little more, please..."
Hrorssrrht shrugged. "You heard him. It won't hurt."
Reluctantly, Xenner carefully dragged the slider further right. It was nearly at 75% now.
"OH FUCKING -- " Dancil squealed, his entire body tensing, almost as though he was having a siezure. His penis was rock-hard and dripping as he convulsed, bucking his hips reflexively... but despite being more animated than he'd ever been during sex with Xenner... Hrorssrrht was right. He didn't cum. And continued to not cum, as Xenner watched, teeth set.
He didn't like this.
"He is not even entering plateau phase, I believe," Hrorssrrht observed, peering at the brain scan, which was quite green in some areas and quite dark in others.
"No..." Xenner said, over his mate's squeals. "His glans would flare, if he was." The other male's pink cockhead was still small and triangular, and was not even 'flexing', the way Xenner often felt it doing inside one of his orifices or another.
"I think it would be advisable to return the device to zero," Hrorssrrht said, after a moment.
"I agree." Xenner dragged the slider back, and Dancil collapsed in his chair, whining.
"How are you feeling now, Dr. Erionus?"
The red-furred mail groaned. "L-like... like I was fucking Xen, and it was, it was better than it's ever been... and he just... pulled off and left."
Xenner grimaced. He would never do that... but he knew he shouldn't say that. It would bias the results and all.
"Better than it's ever been, you say?" Hrorssrrht asked.
"Yes, oh god, real sex doesn't feel like that... Only..."
Dancil was shaking, quivering. Xenner watched, concerned. Was he... crying?
"Let's... let's not do that one again," Dancil sniffled. "I... I don't... want to feel like that ever again..."
"Elaborate," Hrorssrrht said, ever the classic scientist, though the monotone of the translator didn't help.
"I... I love Xenner, and I love having sex with him, and this felt better than that, and I never want anything to feel better than that, ever," Dancil whined. "I... it's... unnatural, and it's not emotionally satisfying, and it... may well be addictive."
Weeeel. That did wonders for Xenner's mood.
"But, reconsider what you are saying," Hrorssrrht said logically. "You speak as though you are not having sexual relations with your mate. Yet, your mate was the one who induced this feeling in you, and he responded to your plea for stronger stimulation."
Dancil considered that. "But... he wasn't..."
"Not in the conventional way, no, but he was certainly stimulating you himself. It was his paw on the control panel. I would not be too hasty to say you were not having sex just now."
Dancil was quiet for a moment. "An excellent psychological exercise. Thank you." He shifted; he was still hard. "However, I still believe I would rather stick to the 'conventional way', it's much more emotionally meaningful."
Hrorssrrht's ears were fairly yellow. "Ah, Mr. Estulothurus, you may wish to move to the last button. The device has been retargeted."
"What's this one going to do to him?" Xenner asked suspiciously; whatever Dancil had said, he hadn't found this fun at all.
"Well... if our understanding is correct, and it has been so far... it should cause your mate to..." he hesitated. "...experience an orgasm."
Xenner blinked. "You mean... it will stimulate him even more powerfully?"
"No, you misunderstand me. In physical sex, the orgasm is brought on by stimulation... but as you saw, the processes for stimulation and orgasm are different, in the brain. We are now targeting the regions of his brain central to the ejaculatory reflex, nervous cascade, and hormonal response. As soon as you turn the intensity up, he will begin to ejaculate."
Xenner stared.
"Weakly, at first, I believe, it will be a 'bad encounter'. But with increased intensity, the feeling will become more powerful. 'Good', and then 'extremely good', the kind that is unusual to result from traditional sex... though I doubt such feelings are impossible to cause in other ways. The brain does not feel things that are impossible, not even what you saw a moment ago."
Xenner gulped. "Well, uh, you ready, 'Cil?"
"I... think so, yeah," Dancil replied. "It's weird... you know, expecting it. Usually it just slowly builds, you don't know when..." He shifted a bit. "Go ahead." His penis was softening a little.
The gray-furred male pushed the final button, and put his paw on the slider. "Here we go..."
He began to ease right.
Almost immediately, Dancil's glans began to flare, the sides lifting and the bulbous tip swelling. He began to get hard again, though slowly. His body shifted; he gripped the armrests and inhaled... and then, his half-hard dick jerked, releasing two big spurts of semen onto his thighs, one from each side of the tip. A moment later, these followed by another blast, as his testicles pulled up from his pouches, being sucked back into his abdomen in a way Xenner found familiar. The right two always went first, then one of the left ones, and finally the other.
"It's gonna get better?" Dancil groaned, his face tight.
"Let's find out," Hrorssrrht encouraged.
Xenner slid right. 25%.
"Ohhhh... oh gods..." Dancil moaned, eyes shut, his face breaking into an expression of bliss. "Oh yeah..." His penis twitched more rapidly, hardening fully and flaring, squirting cum onto his thighs. His supply quickly began to run out, cum bubbling out and down his shaft.
Xenner slid right again.
"Ohhh, oh Xen, oh fuck, yes, yes! Oh gods yes!" Dancil shouted, shaking; there was a surge in his production of semen, and the next shot was quite big; it began to taper off again immediately after. "Oh fuuuuck oh fuuuuuck...."
This part, Xenner wasn't really minding too much. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was watching his mate cum. He went right. 75%.
"OH GODS YES! ENNNNNGH, XEN, XEN, NNNNNGHH, OHHHHH..."
Xenner stared, transfixed. He was doing this to his mate. He was doing it.
Hrorssrrht was right. It was a good thing they'd gotten Xenner to control this. He didn't want anyone else... making Dancil feel like this. Which, to be fair, plenty of others had, they weren't in a monogamous relationship... but still. Xenner tried not to think about those others... even if he had his own sometimes.
He couldn't help it. He had to see it.
The gray Cerestian dragged the slider right, as far as it would go.
Dancil went silent. His muzzle was closed so tightly he couldn't make any sounds aside from rough breathing through his nose. His body was almost convulsing, so hard was he bucking his hips, completely gone in the reflexes buried in his subconscious. His penis was as hard as Xenner had ever seen it, jerking strongly still, though he'd stopped ejaculating; the copious amount of fluid all over his thighs and the chair was probably already the entire contents of his reproductive system.
"How long will it last?" Xenner asked, uncertain.
"This is not the typical sexual response," Hrorssrrht replied. "He is not being driven to this by stimulation, but by induction. So... it will last as long as you want it to. It will last until you turn it off."
Everything was quiet, except the hum of the generator and the shaking of his mate in the chair.
"Will it... hurt?" Xenner asked breathlessly. "Often stimulation grows almost painful after an orgasm..."
"This is not stimulation. His... sexual organs, are likely extremely sensitive right now... but what he is feeling will not become anything other than what it is."
Xenner turned to look at his mate once more.
Hummm, hummmm, hummmm... Quiver, quiver.
"Can I... go to him?" Xenner asked softly. "Can I hold him?"
Hrorssrrht hesitated. "It... should be safe, yes. Residual echoes may have some effect on you. Your thoughts will feel... sharpened, more uncontrollable. Do not bring your head too close to the cage. The device is not focused on you, so it may affect any part of your brain, which would not be a good thing. You may... um, experience a mild ejaculatory response as well, however, due to the particular waveform of induction we are using."
"I'll change my pants later," Xenner murmured, walking around the podium, somewhat in awe.
Dancil was cumming. Xenner had made him cum. And he was still going, with no sign of stopping. No squirting any more, but all the other components, the dick-jerking and the body-shaking and the reflexive bucking... The expression, a grimace, almost. He looked like he was so far gone he didn't even realize Xenner was standing there.
The gray-furred male leaned in, and wrapped his arms around his mate's torso. He felt... odd. Probably the echoes.
"I love you..." he whispered, as near Dancil's ear as he felt safe getting. "I did this to you and I love you."
He felt Dancil's arms slowly draw around him, holding him in a way he recognized, a way he was very familiar with. He felt the other male shuddering in his arms. He felt his penis twitch, and dribble semen into his underwear, even though it wasn't completely hard. This was... interesting, but it was too weird to really arouse him.
But that didn't mean he didn't love Dancil... and want him to know that, while he was feeling something like this.
Carefully, he backed up, lined up his muzzle... and pressed in, pushing his lips against Dancil's. They kissed. Dancil was kissing back, weakly. Their muzzles were long enough that Xenner could keep a fair distance between his head and the cage.
His flaccid cock twitched hard and launched a big spurt into his underwear. That, on the other paw, just felt strange. And his pants would surely start dripping soon.
Xenner drew away, giving his mate's shoulder a little stroke. "I'm gonna turn you off, now, and then I'll come back." Another weak twitch, a gush of fluid in his pants. Xenner walked away, slightly bowlegged, and returned to the podium. He noticed Hrorssrrht's nose was more yellow than he'd seen it all day, and the alien scientist was fiddling with the garment covering his chest.
Not wanting to cut his mate off too soon, Xenner eased back on the slider, working him down. He watched Dancil relax in stages, gasping for air... and finally, he glanced to Hrorssrrht, who nodded, and pressed the big red button.
The coil whined as it powered down. Xenner came back, and wrapped his arms around Dancil, and just held him. Dancil held him back, while the technicians removed his face-cage, and his breathing slowly steadied. His penis was flushed red and softening, drawing back into his sheath. It would take a few hours before his testes would drop back into their pouches, however, and he would be able to have sex again. Not that Xenner imagined he'd feel up to it, after today's experience. The poor rusty-furred male seemed pretty worn out.
Xenner gave him a soft kiss again. Dancil's eyes opened, ad he smiled up at his mate.
"Xen..." he croaked. "That was... that was wonderful... You made me feel so... so..."
"Good?" Xenner offered, somewhat sardonically.
"Well... yes, but..." Dancil took a deep breath. "I... the way you came and held me like that... You... I want you to do that more. I... want you to do that forever."
"Maybe we'll get ourselves one of these machines?" Xenner chuckled.
"It'd be prohibitively expensive... and we don't need machines to make each other feel good," Dancil replied.
"Not... that good, though..." The gray male sounded a little bitter.
The red-furred male considered. "No... I think that was about normal, really, at the end."
"But... but you said..."
"Orgasms feel really good, Xen," Dancil said, somewhat deadpan, with a tired grin. "Whether my head is stuck in an inductor, or my dick is stuck under your tail. That was... about normal. The absolute peak of normal, for much longer than usual, but not anything more. I think you've maybe made me feel a bit better, even, when you do that tongue thing and put your ears back all cute like... You know how I like the cute big scruffy."
Xenner just blushed at that, and gave him a kiss. Dancil returned it happily, and then looked down at himself. "I sure made a mess..."
"We'll get you cleaned up," Hrorssrrht interjected.
"I think you came about all you could cum..." Xenner murmured.
"Yeah, and now my balls feel like they're holding little black holes..." the red-furred male grumbled. When the Bayeluran returned, the Cerestian scientist looked up at him, taking the damp towel he provided. "An interesting finding -- the declining phase of the induction felt markedly different from the ascending phase. The ascending was... quite strange, I've never felt it 'ramp up' like that before. It wasn't like the normal start of ejaculation at all. But the descending phase... that felt about normal, very different."
"Hm." The alien made an odd gesture. "It may be the case that the initial onset of orgasm is akin to a rapid ascension in Cerestians, and the decline is more gradual. That is... certainly not the case in Bayelurans... more the opposite..." His nose was yellow again. "We will have to test."
"Hopefully not on him," Xenner grumbled; it had been kind of fun to make his mate cum, but he could do without this activity in his sex life.
Dancil laughed. "Oh, gods, no, I don't think I'll ever do this again... my curiosity is sated. I'll leave the sating to you, from now on," he said, with a small grin for Xenner. The gray male returned it with a softer, warmer one.
"Have you... used this technique on... your own people?" Xenner asked, somewhat awkwardly, of the Bayeluran.
The nose was very yellow now, and Hrorssrrht raised all four of his skinny paws to the sides of his face. "Ah... no... we are... our nervous system is... decentralized. And... the... sexual response, is... a whole-body experience. It would take... many, many inductors, to act on all the... important sites. Maybe... maybe it will happen someday, but this technology is very much in its infancy."
"A revolution in masturbation," Xenner said, somewhat cynically.
"Now, don't say that," Dancil said, finishing wiping himself up. "You know this is more important than that." His tone left the levels of lethargy and returned to excitement. "Think about how powerful this device is, Xenner, how strongly it can make people feel. This could be used to do... incomprehensible good. It may be the final answer to chronic untreatable depression, to suicidal urges, it may be able to suppress unwanted sexual feelings that would otherwise result in adultery or distasteful acts, it may be used to draw up memories that have been suppressed or damaged! The possibilities are limitless, it is not only a sexual method! The fact that it can induce feelings on this scale only hints at what it might be capable of in the future, what it might be used to do!" He spun to look at the Bayeluran. "The... the fact that we have actually managed to effect successful empathic induction..." He stood quickly, and bowed, making the alien blink. "I am humbled by the skill of yourself and your colleagues, sir, and I am proud to have taken part."
"Don't get too stuffy," Xenner said wryly. "You're still naked."
Dancil looked down at himself suddenly, his reddish glans still poking out of his sheath. "I... see. You're right, as always, Xenny. Perhaps you can find..."
"Here," Xenner said, handing him his clothes. The inside of his underwear was all sloppy now, but at least it hadn't made a stain on his pants.
Dancil pulled his clothes on -- being quite delicate with his underwear, Xenner noticed -- and looked to the Bayeluran scientist, who was watching placidly. Different standards of modesty and all... but Dancil was never one to be particularly shy. "I believe that is all."
"Yes, certainly, you are free to depart," the translator said. "I imagine you will be interested in the data we gathered... I will be sure to get a copy to you before it is published. We must still do several more similar studies, and control groups... Perhaps you might be acquainted with a good way to acquire Cerestian subjects who would be... amenable, to this sort of experimentation?"
Dancil chuckled. "I'll message you a few organizations. Along with some social context."
"Excellent. Thank you."
"Good day, then."
"Good day to you both."
Dancil looked to his partner, then, who was standing quietly beside the chair. He reached out, and took Xenner's paw. "Now... what do you say we go out to lunch before we head back to the planet surface? As I recall... we have something to talk about, don't we?"
Xenner smiled.
I kind of like how this came out, even though I still consider it to be "really kinda weird". Came up with the idea in my cognitive psychology class while learning about Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation, which is a real thing and really does work, although it has much more limited effects than whatever technology they're using here. As always with me, beyond the situation, this ended up being almost more about the characters and their personalities.