Chimera Chapter 8
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Chapter Eight
"Praj, what are your feelings on the wolves?" Kaz asked Prajna.
"Those two feel almost as warm as you, my friend" Prajna said, "a very good sign they are on our side. Have you heard anything bad, Vadym?"
"No, I focused on listening to them until they began making love a few minutes ago, only so many times I can listen to `Oh God, Oh God', you know?" said Vadym, smiling.
"We should let our friends below know to expect visitors" Kaz said.
"Aye" Colin said, "I'll pop down and fill Sean in on the situation. I doubt they'll have time for more than one floor in a day."
"Probably. Just the same...Prajna, go down and see if Robert can pull the files on the wolves. Better to know who we're dealing with" Kaz said.
We finished dinner and went back to our quarters. Now that Michael was over the food poisoning, his libido was back in full force. I shut the door and he virtually attacked me. Off came my shirt, then his muzzle buried in my armpit as he struggled to get the button on my shorts unfastened. I actually sniffed the air to make sure this wasn't a gas-induced session, he was so crazed. My shorts dropped to my knees; I shook my legs and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. Seeing that I was free he shoved me back onto the bed. His clothing was gone an instant later. He climbed on top of my and began kissing my chest, my neck and finally joining me for a battle of tongues. His cock lay on top of mine and his sawing motion had me hard enough to burst. I rubbed my hands up and down the wiry fur of his back, I circled the base of his tail with my hand and mock jacked it. While still grasping his tail base with my thumb and first two fingers I slipped my ring finger onto his tight hole, making it quiver.
I rolled us over so that Michael was now the one on his back. I scooted down off the bed onto my knees and shoved his legs up until he grabbed them and held them for my access. I buried my face in his furry ass and my tongue inside his hot body, lubricating his sphincter for further activity. He moaned as I inserted both my index fingers into his hole and started stretching. I ate his ass probably ten minutes. He started saying "Oh God, Oh God", I knew he was ready. Getting up on the bed, I pulled him around and shoved a pillow under his hips. Without mercy I impaled him on my cock, then waited a minimum amount of time for him to adjust before I started laying it into him. I pounded him with deep strokes as he yelled again "Oh God, Oh God". When I started getting close, I reached down and slapped his hand away from his dick and started jacking him in double time to my strokes. A minute later he started shooting a massive load and his ass was clamping and releasing on my cock. I filled him up and fell forward and kissed him over and over, then whispered in his ear "I love you so much."
Having learned my lesson last time, I pulled out and pulled Michael up and led him into the bathroom to wash away the cum before it dried and stuck us together. While in the shower, we both got hard again; I could tell, this was going to be an active night.
Colin stepped off the elevator into the hub of Level 32. Immediately he felt it was too warm in here and the feline types always seemed to like the lighting somewhat low, like twilight. The panther was on duty to man the entrance tonight.
"Hello, Miles" Colin said.
"Colin, what brings you down amongst the civilized folks?" Miles answered.
"I need to speak with Sean" he answered. Miles hit a button on the com port and said "Sean, your cousin's come down to speak with you."
"Be there in a jiff" answered the voice on the other end.
Sean slinked into the room; he was 173cm of well-honed muscle cat. His fur was almost golden with irregular, elongated black spots. His DNA had been cobbled together with a Eurasian lynx; the tail exiting the shorts only reached about 5-7cm.
"Colin, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Sean asked.
"I just wanted to let you know, you'll more than likely be visited by the newbies tomorrow" he replied.
"And what manner of bogeymen would these ones be?" Sean asked.
"Wolves" he answered, "Prajna says these two appear to be good to him. I'm hoping your folks will give confirmation."
"Did you warn them about the dogs?" Sean asked.
"Aye."
"No doubt the newbies will still have to go visit. We'll warn them to hide their thoughts well" Sean said.
"Aye. Do that, and thank you for your time, good to see you again cousin" Colin said.
"You as well. Don't be such a stranger."
After our shower, we were still not really tired enough to turn in so we started surfing the limited internet we were allowed. I entered a search for GREG bases, assuming that the search would go nowhere; a blue screen came up – Error 404 Page Not Found. The omnipresent voice said, "Above your clearance level, buddy". This voice sounded like Terrance, rather than Sebastian.
"Is there anything you could tell us, within our clearance, Terrence?" I tried.
"Not much. I can say there are roughly 200 bases globally. That's about it" he said.
"Thanks" I said.
I typed in Rene's code and messaged him: "Is there any safe place in the world for us?"
No message came back. I looked at the clock and realized how late it was. He's probably already gone to bed for the night. Michael stretched and yawned, the post coitus fatigue finally kicking in. Yawns are contagious, he got me started. We shut off the lights and crawled into the bed, this time I copied his move; when he snuggled up to me, I dragged his arm across me and locked my fingers into his. I felt him rest his face against the back of my neck and his last feeling of love roll into me before he went to sleep.
Prajna set an alarm for 13:00 and settled in. He would be going to see Robert then; no point going before, the chaps on L33 were mostly a nocturnal bunch. It was early for him to turn in, but he figured going to bed at 9:00 would net him about 3 ½ hours' sleep maybe. As it were, he tossed and turned the first hour. When his alarm went off, he was a grumpy bear. He got up and pulled on his shorts and made his way to the lift.
Ricky came out to see who was intruding. Due to either a very unlikely coincidence or more likely, a sophomoric attempt at humor, all the raccoon hybrids had first names beginning with an `R'. Robert, Richard (Ricky), Reginald (Reggie) and Russell. Before Ricky could say anything, Robert's voice on the com port said "Bring him on back, Rick." Without further ado, Prajna followed Ricky back to the computer lab next to his and Robert's quarters. The denizens of Level 33 were computer experts, information technology, in short nerds. Robert sat busily typing away on a keyboard, staring at the spread of four monitors in front of him. These guys were small, Robert was around 110cm, but still managed to look very commanding here in his domain.
"Robby, I just came to..." Prajna started.
"I know, to tell me about the wolves, who will undoubtedly be visiting. They got their access yesterday. One...Henry Miller and the other...click click Michael Davis. Both genetic engineers. Yes, yes. We know" he said, patronizingly. "Did you warn them about the dogs?"
"Of course," Prajna said, "but then you probably already knew that as well."
"Naturally. Speaking of the curs, we may be onto a way to break their bonds with the humans, ironically using some of their own psychology against them, mixed with some good old fashioned 1960's subliminal messaging."
"How in the world are you able to get around the surveillance" Prajna said, then "never mind." He knew Robert wouldn't give up that secret and if Robert deigned to tell him he doubted he would understand all the jargon. "Would you mind getting word downstairs?" Prajna asked.
"No problem" Robert said, "an innocuous message to the dogs, and a more detailed message to Poseidon."
"Greatly appreciated, I assure you" Prajna said "I hate to cut it short, but not being nocturnal, I need to finish my beauty rest."
"No problem. I have quite a bit of code to power through anyway. Nice to see you again, do come back" Robert said. Rickey led Prajna back to the lift and Prajna finished his night's sleep.
Just before time to get up, I was woken by Michael's stiff rod sliding between my thighs hitting the back of my balls on every downstroke. I reached in the nightstand and got a handkerchief, since I knew where this would inevitably end up. I could feel his shaft rubbing across my hole; it was quite pleasant actually. The frequency of his strokes increased; I began to stroke myself in sync with him. His arm tightened around my chest. I held the cloth in front of his member to collect the fluid shooting out of it. When he stopped, I turned on my back to finish myself but he pushed my hand away and buried me in his throat; bobbing his head until he received his prize. I felt victorious since we wouldn't be sleeping in dried cum tonight. I gave him a quick kiss and got up to dress. I needed some tea. Michael dressed as well, and we strolled down to the dining hall for refreshments. I had a large breakfast with Twinings, Michael had a couple of ham biscuits with black coffee.
We left the dining room to head in to work, but when I got to my cube, I had a recorded message from Vasily: No assignments today. Michael and I were to continue meeting our "co-workers". Today, Diego would be allowed to join us. Lukas would spend the day in counseling. I had just finished reading the message when Michael appeared. A minute later Diego joined us at the elevator; showing off his shiny new key. Once inside, I pressed the icon for level 32; the elevator stopped on level 31.
"I had Robert set a macro so that when one of you used your key, it would stop here first" Kaz said. "Don't worry, we just wanted to meet Diego."
We got off and joined Kaz and Prajna; silently walking down to the arboretum. Once inside Prajna said "Diego, your friends tell us that you can hear thoughts at long distance."
"Yes, within reason, I can" Diego said.
"If you focus on far lower floors, level 50, for example, what do you hear?" Prajna asked.
Diego concentrated a minute and jerked his head back, blinking his eyes. "What the hell are those things?!" he said.
"Could you understand any of their thoughts?" Prajna pushed.
"Not, as such. More feelings of need to escape and something else...revenge? Maybe?" Diego said. Praj and Kaz looked at each other. Diego said "No, I'm not a fraud and I'm not making something up just to frighten you," looking at the two in disgust.
"How...that was private..." Kaz stumbled.
"My perception is tuned to long distances, with you in this room thinking that harshly, you nearly deafen me" Diego said.
"I'm sorry" Kaz said. "Please forgive us" added Prajna "we are always overly cautious since the dogs were released. We trusted them and two of our original crew were...taken...somewhere..." he trailed off.
"Okay, you've made reference to the dogs several times, what is the situation with them?" I asked.
"When the dogs first came down, we gave them the benefit of the doubt. We brought them here and invited the to speak freely. They were very hesitant. We assumed they were just afraid of being caught. As it turned out the canine crew are all involved in some field of psychology or another, and all highly trained by our old friend Chris Wilson. Colin and Prajna's predecessors, Viktor and Ramal, said the wrong things in front of the dogs. Ramal openly spoke of rebellion and finding a way to break out. The leader of the canines was very nice and sympathetic during this meeting. The next day, armed guards took Viktor and Ramal away, the direction arrow on the elevator was `down'. We haven't seen them or heard from them since. I say all this as a warning to you, if/when you go to meet with them, watch very carefully what you say, even what you think. We've been working on them with subliminal messaging, but I have no idea how much good it's done."
"Do they share our gift?" Michael asked.
"We could never tell, and after what happened to Viktor and Ramal, we refused to let on that we had that gift. If they do, they may think they are the only ones" Kaz said. To Diego, Kaz asked, "if I showed you a picture, would it help you zero in on that person?"
"Honestly, I don't know, I've never tried that" Diego replied.
Kaz pulled out a computer printout with pictures of what I assumed were Viktor and Ramal. "Try now, please" Kaz implored.
Diego stared at the photos, closed his eyes and concentrated for a long time.
"The one you call Viktor, he is above us, heavily sedated. He only seems to wish for release or death. He is being fed audio continuously, attempting to `retrain' him. Ramal, or what is left of him, is below, almost lost in the hum of whatever those things are down there. Virtually all of his identity has been stripped from him."
"I wish you were a distance speaker, Diego" Kaz said sadly "if we could only comfort Viktor." Diego nodded his head in agreement.
"Gentlemen, if you don't mind, we would like to continue our explorations" I said.
"Yes, of course, and thank you Diego" Kaz said.
"De nada" Diego said, "sorry it couldn't have been better news."
Once again, in silence, we made our way up the incline to the hub, boarded the lift and went down.
Lambodara 10/11/20
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