Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I kept to the shadows of the building, watching the humans interacting with their electronic devices, which brought to mind the worlds of Arcadacia and Europdisia, which as you, the Council, will be aware, were overtaken entirely by the intelligence they simulated, becoming the first in the Federation to be dominated by artificial intelligence. Had this already transpired here?
I calculated the precise measurements of the three humans, who were wearing strips of black cloth to cover their sex organs, also similar to Furkers. They bore leather straps around their chests that I, at the time, didn’t understand the purpose for, though I suspected they were decorative in nature.
My body was quick to shapeshift, imitating their likeness. My arms and legs, already similar enough, reduced in size to the extremities observed. My sex organ adjusted as well, approximating the size, as theirs were covered. I didn’t care for either change as it made me much smaller in stature, which left me feeling vulnerable and uneasy in this unknown environment. But mostly, I was shocked at what had happened to my sex organ, which I feared had become so small—at least relative to my Furker form—that it might affect my ability to fulfill my biological directive:
Find a mate.
Copulate.
Breed.
Propagate the species.
This was part of our primal nature, but it had no bearing on modern Furkers who lived by codes and values that have allowed us to be less parasitic.
I also had a mission I needed to get back to, so it would be essential not to fall prey to these primitive urges. Yet as I’d already discovered with certain previous mates, it was hard to divorce myself from these natural impulses, though I hoped that the nightmarish experience with my ex would remind me of the importance of sticking to my mission.
I moved forward cautiously, watching from the shadows as other similarly sized men, and some much smaller, passed by, some wearing cloth that covered their torsos, waists, and legs, others who wore less. My observation of the bulges where their sex organs would be suggested mine was still substantial to this species. However, it was apparent that covering up one’s sex organs was essential. I had no understanding of why this was necessary, but from my experience with other species, being exposed like I was could potentially single me out and lead the members of this community to see me as not one of their own. They may have even found it critical to kill me to defend themselves against a potential threat.
As I devised a plan to overcome this obstacle, once again, the number of humans looking at electronic devices assured me there might be an issue with technology on this planet, meaning I would have to be particularly cautious in case it had capabilities to inspect my DNA.
When the last of this species had cleared, I peered around the building to observe the street that divided where I stood from more buildings on the other side, ducking back into the shadows as another human neared, speaking into one of the electronic devices.
“Yeah, park across the street because they closed the lot by the bar.”
I extended a tentacle from my back, reaching out carefully and inserting a stinger into his neck. My body immediately reacted to his size, weight, and the similarity of his chemical makeup to determine the amount of venom to push into him. The effect on this species was potent, and he went down quickly, though I had enough time to catch him with my tentacle. Pulling him into the alley where I’d settled, I kept my tentacle around him as my body continued to take in the details of this creature while stripping him of the thin piece of fabric that covered his sex organs. It had straps to cover what I thought might be the unsightly nature of the flesh along the back of the thighs, just under the buttocks. This, I would come to know, was what humans referred to as a jock strap.
Along with the physical components, I took in an assortment of memories Furkers would need impressions of. Copulations, for example—the ways in which this body would receive and insert with various other members of this species. That information would serve me in mating, yet leave me stranded to find out the rest through research.
Once my body had adjusted to the input from this specimen, I positioned him alongside what the native language called an “alley wall,” then followed the humans I’d first noticed, assuming these would be the best to help me come to an understanding of the culture I found myself within.
There were more humans coming from the other side of the street, heading toward a door where a human stood guard. Perhaps this was a place for eating or worship? The guard inspected something from those who tried to enter. It was a card of sorts, something that indicated they could enter the building. It seemed it would not be easy to infiltrate whatever this place was, but as the humans dispersed, I believed I could subdue the guard, though I would have to be discreet.