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 headed toward him, allowing my tentacle to push out as I came up from behind him.
“Hey, Hoff!” a voice said from nearby, and seeing another human heading our way, I retracted my tentacle. He didn’t seem alarmed, studying me before a pleasant smile shifted across his face. “Oh, hey there, Daddy.”
At the time, I did not understand what he was saying, but the feelings I detected suggested attraction, which members of our species are all too familiar with. This was a promising sign that, even within the small sample size I’d encountered and with DNA from just one human encoded within me, my body had taken on desirable traits of the population.
“ID?” the guard asked me.
Usually, I could rely on the aid of my translation decoder, but now I only had my own intuitive abilities to help me. I listened for more, hoping to get some sense of their language.
“ID Hoff,” was the most I could manage, hoping this imitation would suffice.
It seemed to resonate because he laughed and said, “You’re good. Have a fun night,” ushering me inside the construction. Later, I would come to know this was a “bar,” a place where humans congregated specifically to poison their bodies with a substance that allowed them to numb the pains that came with being alive.
As soon as I entered, I feared I had been too hasty because I didn’t realize just how many humans would be present. The facility swarmed with these creatures, the input overwhelming my senses.
My gaze settled on one with several around him. The way he drew their interest suggested he was a viable mate, so I studied his features—dark hair on his head and face, and he flashed his teeth and reared back, emitting a strange release of sound that seemed lively. I took on some of these features as best as I could simulate without it being so much as to resemble a mimic, which a community could easily turn on if discovered. I continued this process through observation of several groups, noticing the features that seemed to draw the most interest, knowing how successful my work was as my own face and body began attracting similar looks from the dominant specimens.
My confidence increased the longer I went undetected, and I headed to one of the more crowded areas before settling by a long stretch of stone, where three men provided sustenance to those in line. This too was a “bar,” so I cannot speak very highly of this society’s creativity with regard to language.
Inferior. Simplistic. Perhaps, at times, not fulfilling the objectives of language.
I settled behind three humans of smaller size than most in height and width.
One with dark hair took a sip of his sustenance before turning to the blond beside him. “See, you have plenty of options. Endless bears and a brokenhearted twink.”
“Not a very horny twink tonight,” the blond said.
Both were slenderer than average, the blond slightly shorter than his friend.
The brunet noticed me, his eyes lighting up before he said, “Oh…”
He seemed surprised to find me standing there, and I worried I might’ve been too obvious with listening to their conversation. But when the blond turned and noticed me, his teeth flashed, wide blue eyes settling on me so intensely, I found I couldn’t look away. I wondered if perhaps these creatures had some telepathic ability to control minds, and as he opened his mouth-hole, he said, “Daddy,” in a low voice that made my sex organ swell.
“Yeah, how’s it going, Daddy?” the brunet asked.
Daddy? Based on the other conversations I’d heard, this seemed to be what they were calling me.
“Daddy,” I repeated, which made them both laugh.
“You like a twink?” the brunet asked, his gaze cutting to the blond.
“Twink,” I echoed. He’d said that a few times with the blond. That must’ve been his name.
“Twink and powerbottom maybe?” the brunet added.
So the blond was Twink and the brunet was Powerbottom, perhaps.
“Powerbottom?” I asked, indicating the brunet.
The two eyed one another, cringing as if they’d detected something was off.
“Seems like someone might’ve had too much to drink,” Powerbottom said.
“Yeah, Daddy. You all right?”
I glanced between them, hoping they might provide more conversation to give me time to adjust to their language, but they just continued staring.
“Okay…” Powerbottom said. “This was fun… I guess we should hit the dance floor.”
Twink took Powerbottom’s arm and guided him away.
I clearly needed to spend more time observing their language before interacting.
I watched them go, and when Twink glanced back at me with his beautiful two eyes, my sex organ swelled powerfully. I had found a potential mate I desperately wanted to mate with.
2
TWINK
Last night, Roger kept texting me about coming out to Jocks. I didn’t want to because I figured I’d run into that asshole Carter, but Roger insisted, so I wound up going out.