Hybrid Theory Chapter 17
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Chapter Seventeen
Leap of Faith
He was Vanterran and his name was Grath, that's all the information I got out of my cellmate beyond the fact that I had a nice ass. That bit of information made me feel extremely uncomfortable coming from someone I was stuck in a locked cage with. I withdrew into the farthest corner of the unclaimed bottom bunk and sat with my knees pulled up to my chest, trying to pretend I wasn't there. Grath kept up what seemed to be his version of small talk -- a description of what he could do to my ass, how he'd like to eat my ass, how deep in my ass he wanted to go, etc. I heard sounds above that I knew well from the time before I met Ravan, then a big exhale of air, then quiet. I sat in thought and must have drifted off to sleep at some point.
I woke up when the guard came to tell us we had visitors. Rav was waiting for me on the other side of the glass. I held my hand to the glass and Rav asked where my ring was.
"They took my jewelry when they booked us" I told him. He frowned.
"I don't know about that Goldberg guy" Rav said. I nodded.
"I guess we don't have much of a choice but to give him a chance and hope for the best" I said.
"You can't go to prison; I'd die if I lost you for that long" he said sadly. I saw the camera pointed at us and decided to try something. I made sure I had Rav's eyes locked into mine.
"I wish mom had left me the kind of money they seem to think she did" I said staring at him. I saw his gaze change slightly when he understood what I was doing.
"Yeah, if we were rich, we wouldn't be whoring ourselves for some off-world political party" he said. I nodded.
"We don't have long -- they told me a half hour" Rav said.
"Too bad it couldn't be a conjugal visit" I said, he smiled.
"Has Grex talked to any of the Vanterran family?" I asked.
"He's been in touch with everybody who might be able to help" Rav said.
Much shorter than we felt like it had been, the guard came in to take me back to my cage with Grath.
"I love you" I said.
"I love you too, see you soon" Rav told me.
When I got back it looked like Grath was asleep again, I guess his visit didn't last long. I decided since there really wasn't anything else to do, I'd try to sleep. I got under the thin blanket and lay my head on the hard pillow. I tossed and turned for a long time but finally managed to find a position halfway comfortable and fell asleep.
I was jarred awake by the feeling of suffocating. My cellmate was on top of me with his left hand over my mouth as his right hand was pulling at my orange pants, trying to get them down far enough to shove his large, pointed, red dog cock in me. I bucked and threw him off to the side. He landed in the floor beside the bunks. It only took him a couple of seconds to get back on his feet and come at me again. I braced my back against the wall and when he lunged, I pushed him backward with both legs. He slammed into the opposite wall. This time he was ready for me. He came at me again and dodged my feet and landed on the bed. He tried to silence me again, but I screamed for the guard as loud as my lungs would allow. He pulled off a nasty sock and shoved it in my mouth.
"Either I'm going to fuck that tight brown ass or you're going to the hospital" he growled. I twisted and managed to jerk my arm free and punched him as hard as I could right in the nuts. He doubled over in pain, and I pulled the sock out of my mouth and shouted several more times. Nobody was coming. Why wasn't anybody coming? His pain was subsiding, and he stood up and pulled me off the bed into the floor by an ankle, then jumped on top of me and beat the hell out of me. I tried to fight back as best as I could from my bad position, but every time I landed a blow on him, he intensified. He grabbed my head in both hands banging it into the floor and the last thing I saw was his snarling face as I faded to black.
My consciousness blinked on and off like broken motel sign. I saw snippets of my surroundings. Someone called my name, and I tried my best to focus. It looked like I was in the middle of a huge pile of roadkill that had been hit by a semi-truck. Then black. A Vanterran was standing over me, holding my eyelid open and waving a small flashlight, presumedly to check my pupil response. Then black again. Two Vanterrans were loading me into some kind of bag. Black. A female Vanterran !! was washing the blood and body fragments out of my fur. Black again.
I was in the forest -- not just a forest, THE forest, the original forest in the Vanterran holy scripts my father used to study all the time. I was alone in a small clearing where beams of sunlight shone down through the massive trees. Nearby was a spring of clear water bubbling up and flowing into a stream that disappeared into the distance. I wondered if I'd died and gone to Barsalla.
I heard a rustling in the underbrush and a grizzled traveler appeared. He was a haggard, old, nearly solid white wolf walking with a tall staff or walking stick. For one obviously so old, he seemed to be in exceptionally good shape -- tall, thick in the chest, knots of muscle in the visible parts - his neck and calves. He wore a cropped beard and mustache around his muzzle and a black patch covered one eye. He was clothed in a simple tunic and leggings with a cloak around his broad shoulders.
"Mind if I sit with you, traveler?" his deep voice boomed, even though he was obviously trying to stay quiet.
"No, grandfather, join me. I'd be happy for the company" I replied.
"Grandfather, is it? - Do you always greet strangers with such kindness?" he asked.
"You feel...I don't know...familiar, I guess...like an old friend" I answered.
"Ahh, I see" he said with an enigmatic smile.
"Please don't tell me you're here to beat me with that stick..." I said.
"No, child, only to temper you. Frankly, you've already been beaten far more and far more quickly than I should have permitted" the old wolf said.
"Who are you to permit or disallow things?" I asked, my mind forming my own hypothesis. The old wolf ignored my question.
"I only come here to give you advance notice that your trials have only just begun" the grandfather said softly, "In the end, you shall be strong as a newly forged sword. Should you need my help or advice, you only need call on me. I'll always be close at hand."
"How can I call you; I don't even know your name?" I asked.
"Ah, yes. Well...Grandfather will suffice -- It pleases me that you think of me as such" he answered, and with that, the old wolf got up and walked into the trees three steps and disappeared into thin air.
_We have to work quickly...he's lost so much blood..._said a voice in the darkness.
He's not full Vanterran, only give him half a swarm said a voice in the black -- something cold pressed into my neck. ...new modified swarm...Dr. Brinntarga says it will work... A fiery sting, then a horrid burning throughout my body. I tried to scream before quickly fading back into black.
I was back at the forest spring. I called out for Grandfather. The bushes rustled and true to his word, the old gray wolf appeared.
"What is happening to me, Grandfather?" I asked him.
"Repairs" he said, "You almost came to be with me, but the Yarrannagovas have interceded with some modern potion which is not a potion. A swarm of tiny creatures is repairing and fortifying your injuries as we speak, my son."
"Injuries? Grandfather?" I asked, but he was silent for a long time.
"When you rejoin them, you will be more Vanterran than before" he said.
"What do you mean Grandfather, how is that possible? I asked. The old wolf smiled and said, "It will be revealed to you. The Yarrannagovas call it "the latest medical development", he chuckled. "Magic and science are blending and becoming one and the same..."
I had so much more I wanted to ask him, but as before, he turned and disappeared into the forest.
"Hey, Tarra, his eyes are fluttering, I think he's waking up" I heard Rav say, but why would Rav be here in jail?
"Move over, Ravan, let me check him out" a female voice with an accent that sounded almost Russian said. I tried to place that accent, and my mind finally recognized it as the sound of a Vanterran new to English. My dad sounded like that sometimes -- even though he'd worked hard for years to rid himself of it.
I cracked my eyes open just as something a lot like the scanner bar in a printer rolled over me from head to toes, before resetting. I was in a bright white room; I was naked under a silky white sheet.
"Wha..." I tried to talk but my throat was too dry. A large breasted golden retriever looking female touched a button and elevated the head of the bed/cot I was lying on. As my head came up, another female -- thicker, heavier, and looking more like a Bernese Mountain Dog came into view. The thick female handed me a glass of liquid that I hoped was water.
"Valanna, that was plain water, right?" the blonde asked, the dark-haired one, Valanna, nodded.
"Yes, Tarra, I'm not an idiot" she told the blonde.
"What?...Where...am I?...Who?" I still couldn't get my brain to cooperate.
"You're with friends, Kregard. Don't worry. Val and I are just the ship medics" the one called Tarra said.
"Ship?...Rav!..." I felt a tear roll down from my eye into the fur on my muzzle.
"Oh, Ravan?" she asked. I nodded.
"Rendezvous with the Dravimaar in approximately (looking at a device on the wall) ten minutes or so" she said.
"He's upset - his heart rate is getting too unstable -- the swarm is still too active" the Val woman said. I felt something sting my upper arm and once again I faded to black.
I felt like I just woke up from the most restful sleep of my entire 19 years. I felt like I could take on the universe. I opened my eyes and felt myself go into a full body blush as I saw the acutely tented sheet between me and the two female Vanterrans.
"Welcome back" Val said.
"It appears your sleep did well for you" Tarra said with a playful voice. My hands shot down to try to cover my shame.
"Don't worry about it fellow, we're medics, we've seen many schlongs before...though, your hybrid one is admittedly...different. At any rate, you're too young for us" Val said.
"...and too gay, and too married" I added.
"Ahh, yes. You were...distressed...about your mate earlier...he's outside" Terra said, "Val, could you tell young Ravan that his mate is awake."
I swear, listening to them talk almost made me think of the old Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon characters saying `moose and squirrel' in those mock Russian accents. I sat back, using all my willpower to get my erection to go away, finally doing math in my head to get it to wilt.
"Kreg! You're okay?" Rav asked with amazement.
"I'm great, other than a little naked" I told him.
"I have clothes for you outside...be right back" he said.
Terra scanned me with some kind of wand. The light on it turned yellow over a couple of places, but over most of my body it stayed green.
"Still working on the humerus...anddd...those top two ribs" Terra said, cold fingers rubbing my chest, "Looks like you're with us for at least another hour, sorry."
"You two make a cute pair" Val said.
"Thank you?" I muttered.
"Where am I, anyway?" I asked, just as Rav came back into the room.
"We're on one of Zarvek's private ships" Rav said, shooting me a look I wasn't sure how to decipher.
"What?" I asked.
"A brief synopsis is this: Grath Foss'tov, your cellmate, fucked you up" Rav said.
"Concussion, broken collarbone, broken humerus, broken ribs, dislocated jaw..." came commentary from Val.
"Then how am I okay?" I asked.
"The latest medical development from home" Tarra said, "nanite therapy. I just hope...never mind."
"That's what Grandfather said you'd call it" I said, "He said magic and science were blending into one thing."
"Since when did you talk to your grandfather, you've been unconscious for three days" Val said.
"Not my grandfather...just Grandfather" I said. "I spoked to him while I was out. He's a old gray wolf with a patch over his eye, wears an old-timey cloak over his shoulders."
"Okay, just stop it, you're freaking me out" Tarra said. I thought back to the time I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
"What happened to that Grath guy, the one who attacked me?" I asked.
"That man angered Mr. Gurryx by his...umm...involvement...with you, Mr. Gurryx sent certain `people' to handle the situation -- quite simple really" Tarra said, "Grath was fired."
"No, Tarra, dear...the word you need there is terminated," Val said.
"Those two mean the same in English, no?" Tarra said.
"Only in one context" Val answered.
"Hate to interrupt, but...the puddle of blood I saw..."
"Not just `puddle of blood'...partially liquefied remains...of one who overstepped his bounds" Val said nonchalantly.
"...liquefied remains..." I repeated.
"Sonic weapons sometimes leave quite the mess" Val said, as if talking about a mustard stain on a carpet.
"Don't worry, Kreg, we washed and sanitized you thoroughly, none of Grath's...uh, how is it said...residue...remains on your body" Tarra said. I rested my head in my hands, Kris's words running through my head -- he's a living breathing Quantarg on two legs. What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?
Val ran the wand over me one more time, it stayed green throughout. She turned and spoke rapid-fire Vanterran to Terra who responded in more rapid-fire Vanterran.
"Lay back again ruzh'ka" Tarra said. Ruzh'ka I wondered what that means. The apparently more detailed scanner went over me again.
"Interesting..." Tarra murmured. Rapid-fire Vanterran again to Val.
"Oh...I'll get Ravan, you can get dressed now and join your family" Tarra said.
Rav came in and stood between me and the medics while I pulled my boxer briefs and jeans on over my once-again semi erect cock.
"Do you need any help?" he asked.
"No, babe, I'm probably stronger than you" I said. He looked doubtful. I pulled my shirt on, wrapped my arms around his waist and lifted him off the ground.
"Damn!" he said.
More of the fast Vanterran in the background.
"Come on, Grexl and Mark are in the passenger cabin" he said. Another surprise.
Mark was asleep with his head in Grexl's lap. Grexl looked lost in thoughts, somewhere between pissed off and severely depressed. He smiled a little when he saw us.
"Kreg? I thought you were a goner..." Grexl said quietly.
"No, still here" I said, "You look kind of down and out."
"I'm homeless" Grexl said.
"What do you mean?"
"I put up my house and business for security on Mark's bail. That was forfeited when Zarvek's goon squad threw us in that shuttle and fluxed us out of the solar system. I'm homeless, no business, probably no car, no nothing" he said.
"Goon squad?"
"Well, honestly, they were very professional" Grexl said.
"They reminded me of Vincent and Jules in Pulp Fiction except with fur" Mark said waking up. I laughed.
"I got the Winston Wolf one" Rav said, "Literally, he was a wolf, and he drove me around like the one in Pulp Fiction too. Scared the shit out of me weaving in and out of traffic. He caused Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee to wreck as we fled to the spaceport."
"So, now I guess we're all fugitives from Earth..." I said.
"Or refugees, depending on which planet's government you're talking to" Grexl said.
"Has anybody talked to Kris and Kathy?" I asked.
"No devices" Mark said, "we were whisked out with absolutely no warning. Good thing we had clothes on. As soon as that bastard attacked you, we were off planet in less than an hour."
The lights started dimming in the cabin.
"Sunset on Earth" Mark said. I sure as hell didn't feel like sleeping. I felt like all I'd done for days is sleep. I was crawling with newfound energy and subsequently newfound horniness. I didn't exactly feel like discussing that with the entire entourage.
"Are there sleeping quarters on this thing?" I asked.
"The seats turn into beds of sorts like this" Mark said. My face dropped.
"Yep, unless you're getting into exhibitionism, no snoo-snoo on this flight" Rav said.
"I think snoo-snoo was part of the plan...cameras everywhere in here" Grex added, "Our host likes to make videos, remember."
"Hey Grex, how's your Vanterran?" I asked.
"Rudimentary" he said.
"Translate the word ruzh'ka for me" I said,
"Sweetie/love/baby" Mark piped up, "Grex calls me that all the time. It's like a general term of endearment."
"Hear that, Rav? I have a new word for you" I said and smiled as he blushed.
Out of habit I felt for my ring, which was no doubt locked up at that holding facility. Thinking of losing it made my mood deflate. Rav saw me and put his arm around me.
"It's just a piece of jewelry" he whispered.
"You know better" I said quietly.
"Tell uncle Goldberg" Grexl said, "I researched that piece Zarvek sent you for your ear -- conservative estimate was $2,000 -- I bet Goldberg will get your personal items released to your in-laws."
"He's just a hopeless romantic" Rav said, pulling me close.
Since the ship automatically went dark according to Earth time, Rav and I pulled the seats down into sleep mode and somehow, despite the resurgence of lust, I managed to drift off for a while. I woke up once and found Rav pushed into me, little spoon. I put my arm over him and went back to sleep. Later in the `night' I woke, and we were face to face. Rav's hand was snaking under the waistband of my pants. His hand groped around and found its target. He squeezed and pulled on it and it pushed out against the restraining fabric. I heard a soft whirr and caught just the glint of a reflection from a camera in the ceiling. I pulled his hand out and turned over. I didn't really feel like making pornos for Rav's perverted Great Uncle. But, I'll admit, it was really tempting when Rav pulled me back to him and I felt his thickness pressing against my butt.
It wasn't much later that I woke when I felt the weird sensation of the ship coming out of flux. The lights came up and a soft digital voice came over the intercom -- Now entering the Vanterra Spatial Dominion. This was the point where passengers would normally get their bags together, get passports ready, etc. Considering our circumstances, I wasn't sure how this would work. None of us had any paperwork with us, nor baggage -- nothing.
A youngish Vanterran came out of the cockpit area and introduced himself as Havlaar, the co-pilot. He said that a limo would be waiting for us as soon as we landed to take us to our apartment and that Mr. Gurryx was working on getting new documents for us.
"How long until we land?" Grexl asked. Havlaar looked back to the instrument panel behind him.
"Twenty eight...Twenty seven minutes" he said.
"Thanks" Grex told him, and Havlaar disappeared back into the cockpit.
Above the planet, the small ship simply stopped, then began a very controlled drop straight down slowing to a stop directly on a circle with an X in the middle. After a few seconds, a door opened on the right side, and we stepped out.
"Ah...Vincent and Jules again" Mark said, pointing at the two well dressed Vanterrans waiting, holding the door open on the limo. We crawled in and were whisked off into the depths of Ixtarra and into a very tall apartment building -- I'd guess 50 floors or more. The ones Mark insisted on calling Vincent and Jules escorted us to an elevator, inserted a key, and hit the button for the 50th floor out of what seemed to be 75. I guess we didn't rank high enough for the penthouse. At the door the gentlemen brought out a device that just looked like a metal rectangle. One of them took my hand and pushed the device all the way up so that it was positioned across the palm of my right hand, then swiped across the top of it and in a second, a green light appeared. He did the same with Rav, Mark, and Grexl.
"For access, touch here" he said pointing to a small black glass square beside the door. I pressed my palm to the square and the door slid to the side. We all walked in.
"For now, gentlemen, you four are restricted to this building. Your keycode will not allow passage outside pending alteration by Mr. Gurryx" he and his partner turned to leave, "Enjoy your stay" he said just before the door slid shut.
The apartment was top-notch, I had to admit. Large living room with a view, fully stocked kitchen, and two identical bedroom suites -- each with its own ensuite, even a small laundry area. Grexl was looking around, examining everything.
"I don't see any cameras" he said skeptically.
"Ideally you wouldn't see them if you want a good porno, right?" Mark said.
I saw a coffeemaker and a small canister next to it and busied myself making a pot of coffee. The light outside was kind of dim, but I wasn't sure if it was dusk or dawn here. I searched in the cabinets and found some mugs.
"Anybody else want a cup?" I asked. Rav came over and looked for milk and honey and found none of either.
"What do Vanterrans put in coffee?" he asked rhetorically. A digital voice answered from the refrigerator. Earth coffee was introduced to Vanterra seven years ago. Many choose to drink the beverage unaltered, however some like to flavor it with jizzam -- a lightly nutty, sweet condiment created from a local flowering plant. I busted out laughing at the thought of flavoring my coffee with jizzam, which sounded almost exactly like jism. Rav looked in the refrigerator and found a bottle of creamy stuff with Vanterran writing on it.
"Do you read Vanterran any Grex?" I asked.
"No, never learned the alphabet" he said. Rav twisted the top and sniffed it.
"I think this is it" he said, pouring some into his coffee. He looked for a spoon in the drawer under the cabinet and gave the mixture a stir and tasted.
"Mmmm, good jizzam" he said with a grin. "No seriously, it's kind of like hazelnut, but not quite."
I added some to my cup and tried it. Not bad. Ironic name though.
We'd been in the apartment about two hours before Zarvek showed up. He didn't bother to knock, just walked right in. Zarvek was a pit bull. Of course he was. He sauntered in and plopped down in the big leather chair.
"You're Mark -- the human" he said pointing to my uncle, "that makes you Grexl." Grexl got up and went over to shake hands with the pit.
"Yes, sir" he said. Zarvek looked around to us, he pointed to me, "You must be Ravan, you look like an altered version of your dad. That leaves Mr. Silnorra's boy, Kregard." I nodded and took a sip of my coffee.
"Kreg's fine" I said. He nodded.
"Where's your wedding gift?" he asked.
"In the custody of the Liason's office on Earth, unless Mr. Goldberg has managed to get it and my wedding ring back..." I said sadly.
He pulled out a device and tapped on it. A few seconds later he got a reply.
"Moshe said that he is in the middle of a political shit storm, but he has filed a request to have your property released to your in-laws. He'll let me know how it progresses" Zarvek said, "No big deal, I can replace them if need be."
I looked down at my feet, too obviously depressed about losing my stuff.
"It's just...Rav bought me the ring and his and mine are matched. It's very sentimental" I said softly. Zarvek's face softened. He stroked the fur on my hand and his eyes got a faraway look for a minute.
"You'll get it back if I have to send my people in there again; it's a promise" he said. I smiled. "That's much better ruzh'ka, frowning only gives you wrinkles and worry lines."
Lambodara 1/10/25
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