Archive-name: Fantasy/mindstar.05
Archive-author: Jeff Buser - (C) 1990
Archive-title: Those Of A Mindstar Born - 5
At the meeting, it was decided to allow the ejaculoid to stay at Carli's and
recover. Kate had already removed the prophylactan to her own quarters where
it had died within twenty four hours of removal from the 'jac. The
post-mortem had shown nothing which was not already known. Maria mentioned
that a source at the starport had told her people that a free trader which
was now rummaging about the moons of the planet for valuable minerals had
contacted the government about the Prophylactan ship but had been rebuffed
for unknown reasons. Carli offered to try to get a message through if the
ship sent down any cargo shuttles for groundside goods. Wendy suggested it
might help the 'jac if everybody sat with it for a while; everyone in the
room keyed several different available times into the local net and it
generated a schedule. Sarah asked if Wendy would perform a security check on
the local net they were using since a lot of sensitive data was being entered
and she agreed.
There were several guests who had not been there at the previous meeting and
one suggested using 'jac juice as a lure to entice the Prophylactans away
from their victims where they could be killed with weapons. Volunteers were
selected and an evening chosen for a trip to the natural sectors. Sarah
seemed more intense than ever and by the end of the evening, everyone was
filled with excitement and hope for accomplishment.
After the meeting, Wendy and Carli made love. They looked in on the 'jac and
returned to bed. As they lay there, Wendy felt her melancholy slowly seep
back into her.
"How will you get a message to the ship? You don't even know if anyone there
really knows anything, much less who to contact or why they're interested".
"This ship's been here before, so they know that we'll pay for any
information that might help us. So I figure, now that they know the
government isn't going to deal with them officially they'll have feelers out
among their groundside crews for unofficial channels".
"But even if they do know something, what can we offer? We're not the
government, you know. I mean, if the council won't talk to them maybe they
know something we don't".
"There's only one way to find out. Besides, every time a ship comes in
somebody has something they want to smuggle in or out. Maybe turning my head
is all it'll take to get their cooperation".
"I don't want you to get in any trouble. It's too early to . . ."
"I'm not going to get into any trouble. Don't worry about me. We all have
to take risks sometimes, and this isn't a very big one".
But Carli's enthusiasm was not contagious, and Wendy pressed her body close
to her lover until morning, even through sleep. Wendy awoke and looked at
the clock. It was still more than an hour before she needed to be up, but
she could not fall back asleep. She kept thinking of the time before the
invasion, the time before she had felt this awful burden of responsibility
for another race.
She was in control systems training in another compound, halfway around the
planet. She was used to the Capitol; the towering seedship monument and all
the sealed domes and passages at the center of the sprawling outskirts made
this gathering of a few dozen major structures seem tiny by comparison.
There were probably no more than a thousand inhabitants, and not much in the
way of culture. Wendy spent most of her spare time on the roof of her
residential unit, entertained by the flyjacs that nested there. This day she
was studying, and had just returned to the roof with another crystal for her
reader when she stepped in a puddle of cream which had run down from the
corner where the flyjacs nested. She flopped heavily onto the old-style
mechanical lounger and lifed her foot onto her knee to wipe off the discharge
when two of the flyjacs fluttered down onto her leg. Wendy was amazed; she
had never seen a flyjac get this close to a human before. As she watched,
motionless, the 'jacs crawled over her ankle and clung to her foot with a
funny-feeling suction. Their wings still beating for balance, they sucked
her foot clean and flew off.
Wendy had an idea. She walked to the puddle in which she had just stepped
and scooped up an overflowing amount with both her hands. She walked back to
the lounger and reclined in it, opening her hands over her body and smearing
her shoulders and chest with the fluid. The flyjacs once again came to rest
on her legs, shuffling up toward her body with what Wendy assumed was their
suction orifice. The 'jacs covered every inch of Wendy's body that had the
cream on it with gentle suction and amazingly dexterous mouths. Upon closer
observation, Wendy noticed that the 'jacs had long, liplike organs which
folded into the bottoms of their bodies during flight but which they used to
eat and crawl when on the ground.
The lips seemed to stretch and pull Wendy's skin in a thousand directions at
once to expose the fluid to the suction cavity. The effect was tantalizing.
By now Wendy had experienced several human lovers but none of them had been
like this. As the 'jacs covered her breasts, Wendy moved her hand to her
crotch, slowly pressing and rubbing her rapidly moistening mound. As her
nipples hardened, their contours made it more difficult for the 'jacs to suck
the jism off and they redoubled their efforts in that area; they sucked first
at one impossibly tiny point and then instantly expanded their openings to
engulf the whole erection. After a few moments of this, Wendy was breathing
hard and her fingers were rubbing her clit directly, stopping periodically to
plunge into her vagina and rotate for a short time before returning to her
clit.
Suddenly the roof door opened, and before the startled flyjacs took to flight
she heard a human voice.
"Wendy, are you up . . . Oh, shit, that's really sick".
It was Treece, who Wendy had forgotten she had invited over to study.
Wendy's roommate must have told her to look on the roof. Wendy rolled onto
her side to face the door, smiling, face as red as sunset.
"Sorry, Treece, I didn't realize what time . . ."
But Treece had apparently only stayed this long to look Wendy in the face
with the look of revulsion frozen onto her features since she had opened the
door.
"Forget it. Just forget it. You need help".
And then she was gone. Wendy lay back and started to cry. Eventually the
flyjacs returned, but she batted them away with her hand and they left her
alone on the roof. No one said anything to her about it, which made it worse
since Wendy really saw nothing wrong with what she had done, but there were
rumors, and little snickers behind her back that she ignored.
When overall evaluation results were announced and she had top honors
everyone applauded, but behind their eyes there was still that look that said
'Well, genius has it's price'. Knowing she was no genius didn't help; she
had been more surprised than anyone else at her status. There were others
(not many, but enough) with superior technical ability, others with more
sheer intellegence, but Wendy always seemed to be the one who knew what the
evaluation staff thought was important.
Laying there, the thoughts of her past washing over her, Wendy smiled.
Empathy has it's price.
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