A Human For Christmas

War  has  devastated  planet  Earth.  Only  a  few
pockets  of  humans  survive,  and  even  then,  it’s  a
meagre  existence  where  famine  and  disease  are
common  and  surviving  each  day  paramount.  All
hope  for  humanity  is  dwindling.  The  Earth  is
dying.

Unexpectedly, a strange alien race, giant blue

furred  beings  known  as  the  Teathans,  offer
assistance  in  a  way  no  human  could  have  ever
contemplated.  Humans  are  to  be  cared  for  like
cherished toys, as it is the Teathan’s goal in life to
look out for others.

Greg Scott is one of the first chosen. He’s

provided food, shelter and affection from his alien
owner. Everything he has ever needed is his every
whim. He has found paradise on Teathan and
humanity has a new hope.

Everything is perfect until Greg’s owner is

visited by his friend and a love that shouldn’t exist
between the aliens is revealed. Will Greg’s utopia
be  shattered  once  the  truth  gets  out?  Will  he  be
forced  to  return  to  Earth?  Or  will  something
unexpected  happen?  Will  Greg  come  up  with  a
solution, both unorthodox and oh so very human,
to solve the aliens’ dilemma?

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ar  has  devastated  planet  Earth.  Only  a  few
pockets  of  humans  survive,  and  even  then,
it’s  a  meagre  existence  where  famine  and

disease are common and surviving each day
paramount. All hope for humanity is dwindling.
The Earth is dying.

Unexpectedly, a strange alien race, giant blue-

Greg Scott is one of the first chosen. He’s

provided food, shelter and affection from his alien
owner. Everything he has ever needed is his every
whim. He has found paradise on Teathan and
humanity has a new hope.

Everything is perfect until Greg’s owner is

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Chapter One

A Human Idea

resident Naidoc drummed his fingers on his
desk. “We’ve received the initial draft of the
treaty between us and the Teathans, Skiles.”

“It’s interesting they want to care for humans,

isn’t it?”

“Very interesting, for sure, but one thing

concerns me.” The President shifted his weight,
making his chair creak.

“What’s that?”
“Our reputation.”
“I don’t follow.” Skiles remained standing until

the President offered him a seat. The office of the
President was sparse, more like a war bunker than
anything resembling the office of old.

“Well, look at the state we’re in. Our population

is down to fifty-million or so because we’re too
trigger happy. Who’d want to take on humanity as
a mission without some sort of sweetening of the

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deal?”

“The Teathans care for others, that’s their way.

If they do so successfully, they obtain their version
of  enlightenment.  In  fact,  every  species  that  has
ever  walked,  crawled,  flown  or  slithered  on their
planet  still  does  so.  I  find  that  quite  amazing.”
Skiles’s  voice  raised  an  octave,  his  excitement
clear.

The President rubbed his chin. “Can we use

that information so the Teathans will care for at
least half of us who are left at the very least?”

“Why half?”
“That’s the number we need to remove from

Earth so we can all survive. Sure, we have a couple
of other plans in the pipeline, but for the here and
now the Teathan solution seems our best option. I
mean, what limited resources we have left just
won’t last long even with our numbers so
decimated if we don’t act fast. Simple as that.”

Skiles, without thinking, retrieved his son’s

action figure toy from his carry bag. He had been
carrying  it  since  his  son  passed  away  from
complications  arising  from  a  breech  in  the  city
shield a few months back. Foul air rushed in and
before  it  could  be  sealed,  many  thousands  died.
No amount of medication can help when the very
air  people  breathe  is  toxic.  The  action  figure  was
the  only  reminder  Skiles  had  of  him.  The  only
thing he cherished in the world. “We could appeal

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to the Teathans on their most primal level.”

“Explain.”
Skiles placed the GI Joe onto the President’s

table. “My son looked after this like it was the last
breath  of  his  life.  He  loved  it  because  it
represented  something  he  could  admire,  dream
about,  and  something  which  gave  him  hope  for
the future. I believe…I believe we should—”

“Package humans like toys?” The President’s

eyebrows shot up, concern, surprise and curiosity
evident on his face.

“Not just any toy. A cherished collector’s item,

if  you  will.  Put  it  this  way,  compared  to  the
Teathans, humans are about the size of this action
figure,  anyway.  What  better  way  to  appeal  to
them?  Teathan  young  adults,  our  target
demographic,  would  be  more  than  interested  in
obtaining  something  as  cool  as  a  limited  edition
human,  I  would  bet  my  reputation  on  it.  I mean,
why  not  change  the  stasis  pods  to  something
bright and colourful to resemble packaging? Then,
it’s a matter of dressing up the people who will go
inside them in the clothes of their professions, put
in some accessories and send them on their merry
way.  Heck,  why  not  even  give  the  Teathans  the
idea  of  Christmas?  Have  them  give  each  other
humans  to  look  after.  What  could  be  more
appealing than that? They already want to care for
us, we will just ensure they won’t be able to resist.

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Sweeten the deal as you have said, Mr. President.”

The President smiled. “You would have to do

psyche  tests  for  the  first  batch  of  people  going
over to Teathan care. We’ll monitor them carefully
and if it takes, we go full on with your idea. If you
ask  me,  I  can’t  imagine  everyone  will  want  to  be
undressed and bathed by a giant blue furred alien.
We  have  to  make  sure  those  we  send  can  handle
pretty much anything.”

“Of course.”
“We would also have to add some wording into

the  treaty  so  only  young  adults,  say  those  over
eighteen  or  so,  were  given  the  responsibility  of
looking  after  a  human.  I  don’t  want  the  limbs  of
my  people  ripped  off  by  over  enthusiastic
infants.”

“Agreed.”
The President picked up the GI Joe. “Then I

think we have something to work on. Get to it,
Skiles. I want the first group of people sent off to
Teathan Prime before the end of the month.”

Skiles stood, retrieved his son’s treasured

possession, placing it back into his bag and offered
a salute. “Yes, Mr. President.”

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Chapter Two

A Human in a Box.

ou  can  open  your  present  now,  Anton.  It
has  been  chosen  for  you,”  Anton’s  father
said,  a  proud  smile  beaming  on  his  huge

face. He patted his son on his shoulder,
encouraging him.

Looking up through his blue-furred fringe,

Anton  smiled  back,  the  excitement  within  him
reaching boiling point. He was kneeling in front of
what  the  humans  called  a  Christmas  tree.
Decorations  and  tinsel  dripped  off  the  branches
and strange lights blinked in a weird pattern. This
was the second year since they had made contact
with humanity, their culture enhanced by some of
the  more  quaint  customs  of  their  race.  Christmas
being one of them. “Which one is mine?”

“All of them. But open the box over there with

the green patterned wrapping. It’s from your
mother and I and someone the humans call
Santa.”

“Y

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“Santa? I don’t know anyone named Santa.”

Anton’s face wrinkled. Confusion found him once
more. A common occurrence when dealing with
humans and their ways, he had discovered. Sure,
all Teathans received a manual on humans, their
behaviour, customs, anatomy and how to care for
them after the treaty was signed, but nothing was
ever as clear cut as it was in the manual.

“Well, he’s supposed to know everyone and he

is also supposed to know if you’ve been good or
bad.”

Anton blurted, “He must be magical, a Great

Spirit if I have ever heard of one. But you know
I’ve been good, Father. I have accomplished all my
levels of spirituality for my age, haven’t I?”

His father ruffled his fur. “Yes, you have. That’s

why  I  arranged  to  get  you  something  special  for
our  first  Christmas.  You  have  come  to  the  age  of
responsibility,  and  as  such  you  must  expand
yourself to become an even more complete whole.
With this gift of responsibility your enlightenment
will be assured, I promise.”

Without hesitation, Anton reached over to pick

up  the  present.  It  was  deceptively  heavy,  even
though  it  wasn’t  very  large.  What  was  it?  He
hoped  with  all  his  heart  it was  a  human.  He  had
always  wanted  his  very  own  human,  especially
after  his  best  friend,  Donnal  got  one  for  his
birthday  last  month.  They  interacted  with  the

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human, a young man named Jarrod—according to
the  box—for  hours  and  hours,  discovering  more
and more about him than they had ever imagined.
Even  more  than  what  the  manual  said.  It  was  so
cool.

Anton ripped off the wrapper.
When revealed, his heart skipped a beat and he

took in a breath, scared to let go for fear that what
he  saw  was  just  a  dream  he’d  blow  away.  Inside
the box was a human man. A man dressed in what
he  believed  was  military  camouflage  clothing,
complete  with  helmet.  There  was  even  a  toy  gun
shrunk wrapped next to him. A pair of binoculars,
as well. “Oh, Father, thank you! I always wanted
an  army  action  human  to  care  for.  Ooh,  he’s  a
limited edition, too!”

“You make sure you look after him. I don’t

want to have to return him or explain to the house
elders and the priests why you failed to look after
a being who needs you. A being who has been
chosen for you and you alone.”

“Yes, Father.”
On the box, under the words and serial

number, This is Greg Scott, a Real Human and Army
Captain,  were  three  simple  instructions.  Activate
your  human  by  pressing  the  red button,  this  will
reverse  the  stasis  field.  Don’t  forget  to  feed  your
human  and  care  for  him  as  you  would  any  live
being,  your  enlightenment  depends  on  it  now  he

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has  been  chosen  for  you.  Enjoy  many  years  of
contentment  as  you  grow  with  your  human.
Above all, give him all the love you can and care
for him always.

Under the instructions were several warnings.

Not  suitable  for  those  not  of  age  or  for  those  not
chosen  to  care  for  a  human.  Do  not  immerse  in
water  for  more  than  a  few  moments.  Do  not
expose to radiation. Do not wrap in plastic. Do not
bend limbs against natural movement. Above all,
do  not  allow  humans  to  procreate  unless  you
obtain  a  license,  it  intervenes  in  the
Teathan/Human treaty.

Anton picked up the box, bringing it close to his

face.  He  studied  it  for  what  seemed  an  eternity.
The human inside was handsome. Short dark hair,
nice features, blue eyes, and muscular, even with
clothing on. Anton smiled again. He had a human.
His  very  own  human  and  he  couldn’t  believe  it.
Donnal would be thrilled when he finds out about
this  and  he  couldn’t  wait  to  show  him.  Actually,
scratch that, he couldn’t wait to get Greg out of his
stasis chamber and begin interacting with him.

The first thing he’d do was introduce himself,

feed him, and give him a bath. After all, caring for
a human was one of the most important things a
Teathan of age could do, what any Teathan could
do. To do so meant they were respected in society
and able to move up the steps of enlightenment

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much  quicker.  The  humans  needed  the  Teathans.
The  treaty  between  their  species  was  one  which
had  been  considered  for  many  seasons,  the
consideration of both sides taken into account. The
Teathans  had  saved  humanity  because  humanity
couldn’t  save  itself.  In  return,  humanity  allowed
themselves  to  be  looked  after.  A  perfect
arrangement.

“Aren’t you going to open your other presents,

Anton?” his father said, knocking him from his
reverie.

One by one, he opened each present while he

waited  for  the  stasis  field  to  disintegrate  and
awaken  his  human.  All  were  revealed  to  be
accessories for Greg. A shower room, a  vehicle, a
bedroom,  clothes,  and  most  importantly,  a  large
box of human kibble—little bundles of dried food
filled with all the nutrients a human needed. He’d
imagine Greg to be hungry after being in stasis for
months  and  months—the  journey  from  Earth
many light years.

When the red light flicked blue, Anton opened

the  front  panel  of  the  box.  His  human’s  eyelids
flicked  open.  A  smile  drew  up  his  lips.  “Hey,
buddy,” Greg said. “I’m all yours.”

Anton couldn’t contain his excitement. He said

with a squeal, “I’m Anton and I’m here to care for
you forever…Greg Scott.”

Greg kept his smile, reaching into his shirt

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pocket to retrieve a cigar he then shoved into his
mouth, not bothering to light it. “That’s perfect. I
love being looked after. Now, help me get out of
here, I think my arse has moulded to this damn
plastic container.”

Anton reached in, and as carefully as he could,

picked up Greg. Nerves overcame him. Donnal
didn’t let him pick up Jarrod. When he held him in
his hands, he added, “You’re lighter than I
thought you’d be.”

“Well, I have been watching my weight lately,

buddy.”

“Are you hungry?”
Greg nodded, chewing on his cigar. “Yeah, and

I can take a piss you wouldn’t believe, either.”

“You talk funny.”
“And you’re a giant twenty-foot tall blue-furred

orang-utan, but I ain’t gonna hold that against
you.”

Anton smirked, catching on to Greg’s unique

sense  of  humour.  Thankfully,  he  had  been
exposed  to  Donnal’s  human,  otherwise  his
confusion  would  have  overwhelmed  him.  The
manual sure didn’t cover a lot of human nuances.
“And  you’re  a…what  do  you  humans  call
them…a little hairless pigmy monkey?”

Greg let out a laugh, spitting out his cigar, but

catching it. “I think we’re going to get on just fine.
Now, where’s this grub you promised?”

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Chapter Three

A Human Lesson

fter he had relieved himself under the careful
watch of his new master, fed and washed,
Greg stood naked on Anton’s desk, hands on

hips, waiting for his clothes to be placed upon
him.

“Do you need to poo before I clothe you,

Greg?”

“Naw, I sliced one off before I went into stasis.

Taking a slash was enough for me for now. A big
relief  having  an  empty  bladder,  let  me  tell  you.”
Strangely, Greg didn’t mind being naked in front
of  his  new  master.  Sure  beat  army  inspections.
They  were  usually  filled  with  humiliation  and
way  too  much  skin  contact  with  people  he
couldn’t  stand  for.  This  was  different.  This  was
more about curiosity. Greg liked curiosity. He was
glad  he  volunteered  for  the  programme  which
would ensure the survival of humanity under the

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care of the Teathans. Many weren’t so lucky.

“What’s slicing one off and taking a slash

supposed  to  mean?”  Anton  flicked  through  the
pages of his manual. The more he looked the more
frantic  his  search  became.  Obviously,  the  manual
didn’t  go  into  human  colloquialisms  or
mannerisms.

Greg smiled. He sure was going to have some

fun living with Anton. “Do yourself a favour and
get rid of that manual. I’ll teach you all you need
to know, you can count on that.”

Anton threw the book onto his bed.
He took a moment to look around while Anton

got  himself  comfortable.  Teathan  houses  were
grown  from  the  trees  of  their  forests,  and
everything had a wonderful natural feel and look
to  it.  The  walls  lived  and  breathed,  and  inside
their  rooms,  the  environment  was  surprisingly
warm, even for late evening.

“All right. Teach me.”
“Sure thing.” Greg came to sit, crossing his legs.

Again, he didn’t care he was naked. He picked up
his cigar, chewing on it. To do such a thing was
familiar and relaxed him. Anton didn’t seem to
mind he did it either. It’s not like he was lighting it
up, anyway. “Let’s start with a little thing I like to
refer to as getting to know one another. After all,
you’ll be wiping my arse and waiting on me hand
and foot, so I think you should know everything,

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buddy—say, why did you guys take on human
sounding names? Don’t you have Teathan
names?”

Anton nodded. “We do. But to pronounce them

you would need a resonance chamber in the
frontal lobe of your skull.”

“I see.”
“Our elders, after learning your language and

passing it onto all of us through spirit learning,
decided to change our names to ones more
familiar to you. That way, when you came into our
homes, you would feel more welcome.”

“Hey, I’ve been taken to the loo, fed and

bathed. If I don’t have to lift a finger, then that’s
welcome enough for me. You’ve done more for me
in two hours than any human ever has, including
those I’ve fucked.”

Anton let out a laugh. “You talk so differently

to Donnal’s human, Jarrod.”

Greg raised an eyebrow. “I do, do I? What is he,

some sort of nerd, or something?”

The Teathan had set up the top of his desk to

resemble  a  human  house,  as  he  understood them
to be. A bedroom, a bathroom and a lounge room
were situated in a reasonably logical arrangement.
Some  of  the  furniture  was  a  bit  weird,  as  in  no
human  would  be  able  to  use  them,  but  still,  the
thought  was  there.  For  Greg,  this  was  his  new
home. He might as well get used to it even if some

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of the chairs seemed to cut him in two when he sat
on them.

“I don’t know what a nerd is, but I notice your

heart beat a little quicker when I mentioned
Jarrod. Are you all right, Greg?”

“You can see inside me? Fucking hell, us

humans are inferior, aren’t we? No wonder we’re
on the edge of extinction and the Teathans are the
master race of the galaxy.”

“We are only the masters of ourselves,

obtaining  spiritual  enlightenment  during  the
mortal years we spend on Teathan Prime. Nothing
more. I don’t think this…fucking, as you said, has
anything  to  do  with  it,  whatever  that  is.  And  to
answer  your  question,  no,  I  can’t  see  inside  you
but I can sense your energy…if that makes sense.”

“Not one bit, buddy. Still, I think we’ve got a lot

to learn from each other, that’s for sure.”

Anton had retrieved a pair of army-style shorts

out of a chest of drawers, holding them up. “These
are so cute. You’d look good in these, Greg.”

Greg stood up. “Sure, why not. Dress me

however the hell you like. Heck, put me in a pink
tutu if that floats your boat. I’m your action figure,
after all.”

The Teathan seemed to ignore him, his interest

on other things as he slipped the shorts onto Greg
with great care. “Your anatomy is a little different
to Jarrod’s, from what I’ve seen,” the Teathan

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mumbled, his concentration clear.

“What’cha mean?”
The Teathan poked a finger onto Greg’s

stomach,  but  did  so  without  hurting.  His
fingernail  alone  was  huge,  the  size  of  a  garbage
bin lid at least and a brilliant blue. “You are more
muscularly  defined  and  your  genitals  are  a
different  size.  I  want  to  ask,  are  all  humans
different in such ways? And why do human males
have their genitals on the  outside of  their bodies,
doesn’t  it  hurt?  Wouldn’t  it  be  more  practical  to
have  such  a  sensitive  part  retract  into  your  body
until needed?”

Greg returned the cigar to his mouth while

Anton  dressed  him  in  his  army  clothes.  “It  only
hurts if someone kicks or punches me in the balls
without  warning.  Bedsides,  without  seeing  this
Jarrod  dude,  I  can’t  say  if  my  cock  is  bigger  or
smaller  than  his—’cause  I  know  that’s  what  you
mean,  Anton  buddy.  But  for  me,  I’m  perfectly
normal, that’s all you have to worry about.”

Anton slipped on Greg’s shirt, buttoning it up

nimbly considering the size of his hands. “Jarrod’s
penis is bigger.”

“Ouch, way to hurt a guy.”
A flash of confusion crossed the Teathan’s face.

“I don’t understand. I was very careful not to hurt
you while I put on your clothes.”

“What I mean is, a guy’s dick is his pride. By

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saying another bloke has a bigger cock than mine,
you hurt my pride.”

Anton looked concerned. “I’m so sorry. I will

repent  at  my  next  spiritual  meeting,  asking  for
forgiveness  from  my  priest  for  being  so
disrespectful  to  you  and  your  body.  Please
understand I am still learning. Please forgive me.”

Greg let out a laugh and slapped Anton on the

back  of  his  hand  with  as  much  affection  as  he
could  muster.  “Don’t  worry  about  it.  You’re
forgiven in my book. Now, let’s get some sleep so
tomorrow  we  can  go  outside  and  interact  or  do
whatever it is we’re supposed to do. I want to see
these  famous  forests  and  living  cities  of  your
world.”

A knock on the door startled them both. Anton

let  out  a  gasp,  while  Greg,  cursed  under  his
breath.  The  hour  was  late.  Who  could  be  at  the
door  at  this  time?  The  evening  meal  had  been
consumed, and really, as far as Greg understood,
they were getting ready to settle in for the night.

“Enter,” Anton said.
Another Teathan came into Anton’s bedroom,

one  Greg  hadn’t  seen  before.  It  was  an  older
adolescent  male,  the  developing  chest  fur  in  a
contrasting orange to the blue which covered him
and  the  sprouting  eyebrow  ridges  a  dead
giveaway.  The  Teathan  male  carried  a  human.  A
human  dressed  as  a  doctor—lab  coat  and  plastic

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stethoscope visible.

“Anton,” the Teathan said.
“Donnal,” Anton said, his voice husky and an

octave lower.

As soon as the Teathan was in the room proper,

the door closed behind him, he placed his human
on  the  desk  and  embraced  Anton.  Greg  didn’t
need  to  see  inside  his  master  to  know  they  both
had a thing for one another. No matter the species,
affection  was  clear—their  embrace  warm,  their
touch  gentle  and  wandering  over  each  other’s
bodies  as  they  drew  each  other  in  close.  They
touched noses, too.

Greg was warmed by the thoughts of his

observation,  but  he  turned  his  attention  to  the
visitor in his new home. Jarrod was handsome, tall
and had an appeal to him Greg thought he’d never
experience  again  in  his  life.  He  had  to  admit,
Donnal’s  human  was  attractive.  Attractive  in  the,
I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you kind
of  way,  too.  Then  again,  would  coming  onto
Jarrod  be  prudent?  What  were  the  rules  for  two
human  males  fucking  each  other?  Did  the  treaty
allow  for  homosexual  contact?  Or,  more
importantly,  was  this  Jarrod  character  open  to
some  cock  action?  Heck,  he’d  play  doctor  and
patient with the man any day of the week.

“So what’s your story, doctor? Or do you prefer

I call you, Jarrod?” Greg barked.

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Chapter Four

Sowing the Seeds

nton loved to touch Donnal. His fur was soft,
his body hard and firm and masculine. But he
had to stop himself. To be with a male was

forbidden,  especially  since  he  was  next  in  line  to
be  the  leader  of  his  house.  The laws  of  the  Great
Spirit  didn’t  allow  for  two  males  to  touch  each
other  in  a  way  a  male  and  a  female  could  touch,
much to Anton’s dismay.

Then again, no law spelled out whether or not

the forbidden touch between two males had to be
sexual to be illegal. He could be close to Donnal in
so  many  other  ways.  They  had  slept  together,
embracing  each  other  while  they  dreamt,  many
times.  They  held  hands  and  kissed  each  other  in
places which gave great joy but could not be seen
as  sexual  attraction  to  those  who  would  observe.
As far as the outside world knew, they were best
friends.

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“I needed to see you,” Donnal whispered.
“I’m glad you did come, even if only for a brief

moment before night mass.”

When he parted his welcoming embrace from

Donnal, Anton sensed something unexpected. His
human’s  pulse  had  quickened,  his  skin  releasing
sweat.  Did  Greg  have  feelings  for  Jarrod  in  the
same way he had feelings about Donnal? He had
not read in the manual about human males having
intimate relationships with each other. According
to  the  manual,  human  males  only  fought  with
other  males  for  the  interest  of  a  female.  Was  the
manual wrong…again?

Anton went over to his desk.
Greg and Jarrod were talking amongst

themselves.  What  they  were  discussing  wasn’t
clear, not while Anton’s mind was clouded by the
touch of his love interest, anyway. A few moments
passed before he could blow away the cobwebs of
attraction  from  his  thoughts  and  concentrate  on
the moment.

“Jarrod here is a nerd,” Greg said, chewing on

his cigar.

Jarrod folded his arms. “And this man is crude

and obnoxious.”

“Well, take down your pants and bend over,

doctor. I’ll show you how crude I can get when I
shove my throbbing cock up your arse to take
your temperature.”

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Anton chuckled behind his hand. Seemed

human  males  could  find  each  other  attractive.
Interesting.  Was  homosexuality  a  universal  trait
amongst sentient species?

The doctor went over to his master. “Take me

home please, Donnal. I can’t stand being here any
longer. Not in the presence of this oaf, anyway.”

Before Donnal could answer and before Anton

could suggest they all work it out because he
didn’t want to see Donnal leave so soon, his father
entered his bedroom. “Donnal, your house called.
You are to return home for mass before you retire
for the night with your clan.”

Donnal picked up Jarrod, placing him back into

his bag. “I will see you later, Anton.”

Anton was about to reach out and touch

Donnal’s  hand  to  let  him  know  he  would  be
missed, but hesitated, then chose not to. To show
affection to another male, especially in front of his
father,  wouldn’t  be  wise.  Besides,  even  though
Donnal’s  visit  was  brief,  he  got  to  see  him.  That
was  all  he  needed.  His  dreams  would  be  filled
with  his  touch,  his  scent,  his  presence  tonight.
Such  things  would  be  wonderful,  giving  him
strength for tomorrow.

When his bedroom was clear of visitors, Greg

coughed,  drawing  Anton’s  attention  toward  him.
“You’ve  got  it  bad  for  Donnal,  haven’t  you,
buddy?”

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“No,” he replied, being more defensive in his

response than he would have liked.

“Yeah, and my balls don’t hang low when I’m

hot.”

Anton turned away from his human. “You

don’t understand.”

“What’s to understand? Even though your

dick’s  inside  you,  it  doesn’t  take  a  genius  to  see
you’re getting a hard on over this Donnal dude. I
mean  look  at  you,  you’re  a  mess.  I  know  the
difference  between  love  and  lust.  The  way  you
two  made  contact  that  was  love,  straight  up  and
no  fooling.  Why  not  go  for  it,  buddy?  He’s got  a
mighty fine backside for a Teathan, let me tell you.
You should get yourself some of it.”

“It is forbidden for males to touch each other as

a male and female would, that’s why? I would be
disowned, relegated to the forest floor where
darkness reigns and houses don’t grow.”

“What a stupid law. Love is love and if you

want to fuck your friend, why the hell shouldn’t
you be able to?”

Anton turned his attention back to his human.

“Then why didn’t you consummate your feelings
for  Jarrod  just  then?  I  know  you  are  attracted  to
him  just  as  I  am  attracted  to  Donnal.  You  were
sweating,  your  heart  was  racing  and  your  voice
changed in pitch even though you tried to hide it
with jibes.”

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Greg curled the corner of his lips. “You’ve got

me all worked out, haven’t you?”

“Sadly, I don’t.”
Greg jumped off the table top house and went

to his master. “Do you love Donnal?”

“I love him with all my heart and spirit, Greg. I

love him so much it hurts my dreams thinking of
how I can’t be with him.”

“Then be with him.”
“You know such a thing is impossible. I’m to be

mated to a female of the house priest’s choosing at
the turn of the next season because I’m now of
age. Only a miracle can stop that.”

Greg chewed on his cigar. “Then I’m your

miracle, buddy. I’m the man you’ll need so you
can get your dick into Donnal’s arsehole where it
belongs, I promise.”

Anton blushed. Greg was crude as Jarrod had

said,  but  what  he  spoke  was  the  truth.  There
might be a way he could spend time with Donnal.
Surely,  amongst  the  new  laws  with  the  humans,
there could be a loophole. Such a thing would be
difficult,  but  then  again,  the  path  to  contentment
was  just  as  difficult  as  the  one  to  enlightenment.
And  it  was  true,  he  would  need  Greg’s  help  to
accomplish  such  a  thing.  After  all,  being  a
caretaker  for  a  human  was  an  important
responsibility.  Donnal  received  Jarrod  before  he
was  entrusted  with  a  human  so  there  may  be  a

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slim chance they could be together, their goal of
enlightenment the same. “What do you have in
mind?”

“You just keep on looking after me and I’ll do

the rest. You have a manual on humans, but let me
tell you this straight up, us humans know a thing
or  two  about  Teathans  and  their  spiritual  laws.
Why else would we agree to be your living toys?
We  knew,  without  doubt,  we’d  be  looked  after.
Now,  time  to  hit  the  sack,  I  believe.  Tomorrow’s
going to be a big day.”

“I must attend our house’s night mass before I

rest. But can I ask you one thing, Greg?”

“Sure, knock yourself out, buddy. Ask away.”
“Will you sleep with me tonight?”
Greg climbed back up to his house, using the

living  ropes  which  grew  from  the  furniture  to
assist  him.  “Sure,  I’ll  sleep  with  you,  but  the
moment  your  dick  comes  out  to  play,  I’m  out  of
your  bed  quick  smart.  I  don’t  fancy  being
drowned  in  your  wet  dreams  while  you  think  of
your  man.  I  mean,  I  can  only  imagine  the  size  of
what  you’re  blessed  with,  but  I’m  sure  it’ll  be
bigger  than  me  if  not  more,  no  damn  doubt.  I
don’t  fancy  being  confronted  with  a  one-eyed
snake I can’t even get my arms around, that’s for
sure.”

Anton offered a smirk. “All you need to know

is that it’s perfectly normal.”

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“Good one, buddy. I’ll have you understanding

us humans in no time, that’s for sure.”

“I’m learning fast, aren’t I?” With those words

Anton  went  to  his  door,  mentally  preparing
himself  for  evening  mass.  With  a  smile,  he  said,
“Stay here. I will be back soon.”

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A Human Move

he night had been interesting to say the least.
Sleeping with a Teathan was sort of like being
in a half waking, half dream-like state,

everything  shared  within  the  dream  as  he  was
cuddled close to his chest fur. And yes, Anton did
dream.  Dreams  which  were  the  most  erotic  Greg
had  ever  experienced  in  his  life.  Dreams  where
Anton  was  entwined  in  Donnal’s  arms,  their
physical  and  spiritual  being  joined.  Kissing,
touching,  sharing,  making  love.  Oh,  God,  how
they made love. It was beautiful.

Greg was also sure there was a night-time

ejaculation  there  at  some  stage  as  well.  The
acceleration  in  breathing  and  the  unmistakable
shudder of flesh while Anton pleasured himself all
the  evidence  Greg  needed  to  make  such  an
assumption.  Still,  he  didn’t  have  the  heart  to  get
out of the bed as he said he would if Anton’s cock

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unretracted from his sheath. Besides, Anton’s dick
was well enough away from him. After all a
twenty-foot being compared to a six foot one did
provide a rather convenient physical barrier even
though they shared the same bed.

At dawn’s first light filtering through the great

trees  of  the  forest  city,  Greg  got  up  and  fixed
himself  a  drink.  Anton  had  dressed  him  in  his
night-time  attire,  singlet  and  boxers.  He  had  a
boner, and as such climbing off the mega-structure
which  was  the  Teathan’s  bed  proved  more
difficult than he would have liked. Not only were
Anton’s  dreams  erotic,  enough  to  spur  him  to
hardness,  the  thought  of  Jarrod  added  to  his
morning  glory  and  his  difficulty  moving  about  a
room  with  oversized  living  furniture.  A  good
wank right now would relieve him of his burden.

Before he could contemplate any self-love,

Anton said, “You’re awake…and I can see you’re
rather excited as well. Did you dream of Jarrod?”

Greg didn’t bother hiding the fact his boxers

ballooned out in front of him. When he was in his
table-top  house,  he  shoved  his  cigar  into  his
mouth and stood proud, hands on hips.  “I didn’t
need  to  dream  of  Jarrod.  You  did  enough
dreaming  for  the  both  of  us,  and  let  me  tell  you
this  for  free,  you  so  need  to  get  your  end  into
Donnal  real  bad,  otherwise  I’m  gonna  wake  up
each  morning  with  a  boner  only  Jarrod’s lips  can

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cure.”

“You are right. I do need to be with Donnal.”

Anton pulled back the living bedclothes, a leaf-like
down which naturally knotted together to form a
cover,  and  stepped  out  of  his  bed.  His  cock,  red-
skinned and massive, was exposed, sprouting tall
and  proud  from  his  blue  fur.  Seemed  Anton’s
dream lingered with him to enhance his morning
glory as well.

Greg gasped. What a sight a Teathan penis was.

It was not unlike a humans, the head large if a bit
more  pointed,  but  the  skin  was  slick  with  fluid,
the  effect  of  being  inside  his  body  and  only
coming out when needed.

“Damn, I was right. That thing you’ve got is

fucking bigger than me, you lucky bastard.”

Anton did his best to try and hide his erection,

to no avail. He was just too hard to cover it with
his hands or any position other than turning away.
“I’m sorry, it is rude of me to expose my genitals
to you.”

“Hey, doesn’t bother me in the least. We’re all

friends  here.”  Greg  pulled  down  his  boxers,  his
cock  springing  up,  his  foreskin  fully  retracted  to
reveal  his  bright  red  head.  A  dribble  of  pre-cum
glistened as it wept out of his piss slit like a tear.
His  head,  fully  engorged,  the  same  colour  as
Anton’s cock skin. “Now, I think we both need to
wank so we can move on. What’cha say, buddy?”

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“I’ve never pleasured myself in front of anyone

before, human or otherwise.”

“Well, didn’t stop you last night, did it?”
The Teathan’s cheeks flushed, “Again, I’m

sorry.”

Greg sat on his new bed, grabbing his own cock

and  jerking  it  to  relieve  the  pressure.  He  opened
his  legs  wide  so  Anton  could  get  a  good  view  of
what he was doing. Nothing like a shared jerk-off
session  to  enhance  the  bonds  of  friendship.  In
Greg’s book, once you blew your load in front of a
bloke, if he wasn’t a lover, he was a friend for life.
“Just  blow  your  load  already  so  we  can  get  on
with  more  important  thing  like  fixing  me
breakfast. I’m fucking starving.”

Anton got onto the floor, taking a while to get

comfortable.  But  unlike  how  Greg  touched
himself,  the  Teathan  only  touched  his  cock  head,
rubbing  his  fingers  over  the  skin  in  circular
motions.  Greg  supposed  the  rest  of  his  dick  was
too sensitive to touch considering it was retracted
inside his genital pouch ninety percent of the time
and  he  didn’t  have  any  outside  skin  to  speak  of
over the shaft, not in the same way he did at any
rate.  In  a  way  he  was  glad  humans  had  their
genitals  on  the  outside.  More  fun  when  he  could
rub himself off over his whole length.

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of

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Greg’s balls gently slapped against his skin as he
jerked  himself  to  climax,  while  Anton’s  cock
changed  to  a  deeper  crimson,  his  breathing  deep
and guttural and his eyelids closed tight while he
worked.  He  arched  his  back,  running  his  fingers
faster and faster over his bulging head.

Seconds later, Greg blew his load all over his

stomach,  seeing  the  Teathan  enjoy  himself
accelerated his own pleasure. Then, with a gasp of
breath, Anton’s cock let out great white ribbons of
ejaculate  as  well.  His  fluid  sprayed  all  over  the
floor.  Fuck,  the  Teathan  produced  enough  sperm
to swim in if it had been caught in a container. A
notion  Greg  didn’t  mind  the  thought  of.  Imagine
swimming in a pool of cum. What an experience.

“Oh, Great Spirit, look at the mess I’ve made.”

Anton’s cock was now flaccid, slowly retracting
back inside his genital sheath as he got up off the
floor, retrieved a rag he kept under his pillow and
tried to clean up his cum.

Greg smiled, coming off his own bed to clean

himself  up  as  well.  Seemed  males  of  all  species
had a cum-rag somewhere in their bedrooms. That
thought  comforted  him.  Humans  and  Teathans
weren’t  so  different  after  all.  Only  their  culture
separated them.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy. Now, let’s get on

with business now we know each other in a way
only two males can.”

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“Strange as it seems, I don’t feel…

embarrassed.”

“Of course you don’t. Blowing your load is as

natural as anything, and just because I saw you do
it proves one thing to me—you’re all right, buddy.
You’re all right.”

When Anton had cleaned up his mess and

Greg’s,  also  helping  him  to  dress,  he  asked,
“What’s  your  plan  for  getting  me  together  with
Donnal?”

Greg chewed on his cigar in between sips of the

coffee Anton had made him. “Simple, my friend,
we go to the very root of your culture.”

“What do you mean?”
“To look after another is right at the core of

your society, is it not?”

Anton nodded. “Yes, but that doesn’t include

other Teathans unless you’re a priest.”

“I didn’t say it had to.”
“Again, you baffle me.”
Greg swapped sides with his cigar, now

chewing the end of it on his left. “You look after
me and Donnal looks after Jarrod, right?”

“Yes.”
“Well then, it’s simple. You get us together and

by  the  laws  of  our  treaty,  we  must  never  be
parted.  In  effect,  you  get  us  together  as  fuck
buddies and you and Donnal can swap spit all the
live long day for all I care.”

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“But Teathan law doesn’t recognise two males

who are joined or their rights.”

“Human law does.”

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Chapter Six

Teathan Needs

nton  contemplated  what  Greg  said  for  the
longest  time.  The  words  the  human  spoke
were  true,  human  law  was  as  important  as

Teathan,  even  more  so  now  they  had  chosen  to
care for them. Their planet was dead. The oceans
boiled.  The  forests  burned.  The  mountains
flattened.  Only  a  handful  survived,  and  to
maintain their culture, no matter how bizarre, was
paramount  for  all  Teathans.  After  all,  why  else
would they now celebrate such a strange notion of
Christmas where gifts were given for no reason?

But would the elders, the priests and the house

leaders  accept  the  fact  that  two  human  males
could  be  mated,  and  therefore,  the  ones
responsible for them also unable to be separated?
As  Anton  knew,  to  use  such  an  argument  was  a
long shot, but the only one he had. The whole idea
of human society was based on the fact the males
fought  for  the  females, which  is  why  their  planet

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had  been  decimated  by  war.  Not  once  was  it
mentioned  in  any  text  about  two  men  being
joined.  Then  again,  the  manual  on  humanity  was
based  on  Teathan  understanding.  Anton  was
misled  about  so  many  things  already.  To  see  a
human naked confirmed one such hole in Teathan
observation. From what he had already witnessed,
human  genitals  were  on  the  outside  of  their
bodies.

“There is one problem to all this, of course,”

Greg stated, matter-of-factly while he gulped
down the bowl of kibble Anton had prepared for
him. To his surprise, the stuff tasted all right. Sort
of like frosted cornflakes, but not as sweet.

Anton’s emotions turned to concern. “What

problem other than convincing all those above me
in status  that Donnal and I must remain together
because  we  have  a  joined  pair  of  humans  in  our
care?”

Greg tilted his head. “Well, we’ve got to

persuade  Jarrod  that  I’m  one  damn  hot  piece  of
meat, otherwise this whole plan of ours falls apart,
big time. At the moment he thinks I’m a jerk. Not
good  for  any  cock  to  cock  relations,  let  me  tell
you.”

“Yes, that is a problem. And if Donnal and I

can’t be together, I won’t be getting any cock to
cock action either, as you call it.”

“We can’t have that now, can we? I saw the

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load  you  blew,  that  sort  of  fluid  mass  can  only
come out of a desire to be with another or if you
haven’t  tossed  for  a  while.  I’d  say  the  former,
wouldn’t  you?  You  and  Donnal  are  meant  to  be,
we’ve  just  got  to  convince  everyone  else  of  that
fact.”

Anton chuckled, one filled with embarrassment

but at the same time relief. For the first time in his
life  he  could  share  his  deepest  feelings  with
another  being  and  he  loved  it.  Was  this  what  it
was like to have a free spirit? To be unburdened so
one  could  move  up  to  the  next  step  of
enlightenment.  Seemed  having  a  human  was  a
good  thing  for  any  Teathan.  No  wonder  all  the
elders and priests agreed to take them in and care
for  them.  They  completed  them.  “I  would  so  like
to touch Donnal in an intimate way, Greg. I have
only  ever  embraced  him.  Once  or  twice  we
brushed our hands together, but not often for fear
of being seen.”

“I know you would. I’d give my ball sack to see

you  wrap  your  mouth  around  his  big  red  love
stick  and  swallow  it  down  as  far  as  you  could
until he blew his load down your throat. If he’s as
big as you, you’d be my hero, ‘cause anyone who
could  tackle  a  cock  like  that  and  still  talk
afterwards is someone damn special, no doubt.”

Anton came to pick Greg up, placing him

carefully upon his shoulder. “Well, seeing as we’re

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revealing  each  other’s  desires,  I’d  like  to  see  you
and Jarrod copulate. I bet his dick placed in your
mouth  would  silence  your  crude  voice  for  a  few
moments.”

“Don’t fucking count on it.” Greg sat down,

immersing  himself  in  Anton’s  fur.  “I  can  talk
underwater  if  I  have  to.  Now,  take  me  to  the
human  licensing  office.  We’ve  got  a  mating  to
register.”

Anton stopped at his bedroom door. “But I

can’t register a male pair for breeding. That’s
where the problem lies with our plan.”

“I told you, human law is different. We don’t

have to be a mating pair, just a pair. Now let’s go.
I want to be home for lunch.”

“I still don’t see how we’re going to do it.”
“You just leave the talking to me, my big blue

handsome Teathan. Like I said, getting the license
will be the easy part. Getting Jarrod to drop his
pants, that’s where the challenge will lie.”

“You are a funny being, Greg.” Anton opened

his door and proceeded through his house until
they were outside. The morning air was sweet.

From what he had seen in books, the streets,

houses  and  shops  of  the  suburb  where  he  lived
inside the forest city were laid out much as human
cities would have been before the devastation. The
only  difference,  Teathans  grew  all  their
constructions  whereas  humans  built  theirs  from

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raw materials. In a way, both were just as creative.
Pity, humans also saw the need to destroy.

Greg remained silent while Anton walked

toward the human licensing office. A structure not
too  far  away  from  where  he  lived.  The  day  was
warm and comfortable, so why not walk? Besides,
walking  in  the  central  hub  of  the  community
would  give  others  a  chance  to  see  his  human.  At
the moment, humans were rare. To be one of the
first  to  be  given  a  human  gave  him  pride,  even
more so now he got to know him better.

“What’s your plan to get Jarrod to like you,

Greg?”

“I’ll use my natural charm, of course.”
“That kind of failed, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, thanks for reminding me. Again, you

hurt my pride.”

Anton chuckled, one which resonated

throughout his body. “Your pride is big enough to
take such small damage.”

“Damn, buddy, you are getting good.”
“Say, why don’t I invite Donnal over later and

we’ll bath you and Jarrod together? That way, we
can  get  to  spend  some  time  together  doing
something we are meant to be doing and you two
get  to  see  each  other  naked.  From  what  I  have
experienced  with  you  recently,  seeing  another
being’s genitalia brings them closer, does it not?”

“Sure, that could work even if it is a long shot.

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At the very least, Jarrod could just rip my dick out
by its roots when I flop it out and we’ll all be back
at square one, but hey, anything for the cause,
right?”

“Another reason why you should have evolved

so that your genitals were hidden.”

“Perhaps.”
“Anyway, we’re here. Time to plead your case,

Greg. I just hope you know what you’re doing
otherwise I could have you taken away from me
for being so foolish. Then all hope will be lost for
all of us to ever find true happiness.”

“Keep your dick retracted, I know what I’m

doing. Besides, whether or not I fuck Jarrod good
and hard isn’t on the top of my thoughts right
now. My priority is to get you and Donnal
touching more than just each other’s hands, if you
get my meaning.”

“I do.” Anton opened the living door of the

human  licensing  office.  An  imposing  structure
grown  from  the  darkest  and  strongest  wood  to
emulate  something  a  human  would  build.  Anton
found  it  beautiful  in  a  strange  sort  of  way,  the
structure  forced  to  grow  in  straight  lines  and
strange angles.

Inside, a priest of the highest order, draped in

the yellow sash of his house, beckoned for them to
enter, a welcome smile on his blue lips.

“Show time,” Greg whispered.

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Chapter Seven

A Human House

hen  they  were  closer  to  the  priest,  Anton
placed  Greg  upon  his  desk  with  careful
consideration.  He  had  been  dressed  in

casuals—jeans  and  a  t-shirt  and  comfortable
footwear.  Anton  sure  did  have  an  understanding
of comfort, if not for style.

“What brings you and your human here,

Brother Anton?”

Anton bowed. “I have a request, your holiness.”
The priest reciprocated the bow. “Go on.”
“My human wishes to apply for a license to be

with another.”

The priest’s eyebrow ridge rose. “To breed?”
At that moment, Greg seized his opportunity to

speak. He cleared his throat and shoved his  cigar
between  his  lips,  chewing  on  it.  “Not  to  breed,
your eminence, but for companionship.”

The priest came forward, his face large and

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framed by blue fur, made all the more strange
because he was illuminated by candlelight from
behind him. His stare bore down into Greg’s soul.
“This is most unorthodox.”

“Let me explain,” Greg said, gesturing for the

priest  to  relax  and  for  Anton  to  do  the  same  as
well.  When  all  were  comfortable  and  seated  so
they  weren’t  in  his  personal  space,  he  continued,
“Humans  are  social  animals,  evolved  from  the
primates of Earth, that much you know. What you
may  not  know,  is  that  because  of  our  past,  we
desire  the  company  of  each  other  more  than  life
itself. That company does not need to be female. In
fact,  a  man  can  be  a  companion  to  another  man
just  as  easily,  more  so  as  we  understand  each
other better.”

Again the priest’s eyebrows rose. “But men

make war with each other. The cinder which floats
in space near your local star is evident of such an
observation, is it not?”

“Men of different cultures or backgrounds or

religious  beliefs,  yes,  your  observations  are
justified.  But  men  of  the  same  house,  as  you
understand  it,  need  to  be  together.”  Greg  was
putting  on  his  best  behaviour  to  make  sure  the
priest understood the meaning of his words. Then
again,  not  cursing  or  coming  out  with  a  crude
jibe—that was proving more difficult than he first
thought. What he’d like to say is, hey, I want to fuck

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Jarrod’s  ring  red  raw  so  Anton  and  Donnal  can  play
hide the sausage, but he knew he couldn’t say such
a  thing.  Anton  deserved better  than  that.  He  had
proven his worth. Heck, all Teathan’s had proven
their  worth  by  taking  on  the  responsibility  of
caring  for  humans.  After  all,  a  species  that  can’t
even  look  after  itself  is  a  lost  cause, intelligent  or
not.

Without a show of expression, the priest said.

“Is there a man of your house nearby who you can
be a companion with, human named Greg Scott?”

“Yes, your eminence.”
“Speak his name and I will give your master the

licence for you to be with him. In turn, with my
ruling, the Teathan who cares for the named
human will then be bound to Anton, all their other
responsibilities forfeit from this moment on.”

“Even the responsibility of being with a mate,

your holiness?” Anton questioned, again bowing,
even while seated. But Greg swore he saw a faint
smile  on  his  Teathan’s  lips.  Seemed  his  plan  was
working.  Then  again  getting  Jarrod  to  play  ball
would be a different matter.

“Yes, Anton. To care for a human, paired or

not, is a great burden. You will both be required to
care for them, delegated to the highest house, our
most sacred sanctuary, to make sure your humans
are content. For their contentment is a step toward
your enlightenment.”

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Anton bowed yet again.
“His name is Jarrod,” Greg blurted, again doing

his best to keep his voice clean from his dirty
mind.

“Jarrod Hsu,” Anton added.
The priest opened a large leather bound book—

well, to Greg the thing looked like leather. For all
he knew it was alive, just like everything else the
Teathans  lived  among.  Seconds  later,  the  priest
had opened a page and was thumbing down a list,
stopping  at  a  familiar  name.  “The  human  named
Jarrod  Hsu  is  owned  by  Donnal  of  house
Firelight.” He paused, seemingly deep in thought.
“Most  unusual  to  have  members  of  different
houses placed together, especially one who is to be
joined  today,  but  I  do  agree  this  is  an  unusual
circumstance. Are you sure about this, Anton?”

Anton stood. “Yes, your holiness. I am of age

and my responsibility is now to Greg Scott. He is
who I must care for, the one I must keep happy. If
he needs Jarrod, a member of his own house to be
with him forever as a companion to accomplish
his happiness, then I am willing to make such a
sacrifice.”

The priest smiled, the first time Greg had seen

him  do  so.  “You  are  truly  noble,  Anton.  You  are
worthy of your house’s name. It will be done. You
and  Donnal  will  be  responsible  for  the
companioned  life  of  Greg  and  Jarrod.  So  long  as

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they are happy, your steps to enlightenment will
be short, but you’d better be on your way, even
my authority will mean nothing if you don’t get to
Donnal soon.”

Anton bowed. “Thank you, your holiness.”
“But be warned, Anton, if these human men

cause  trouble,  I  will  be  the  first  to  hold  you  and
you  alone  responsible  for  their  actions.  I  do  not
want  war  on  Teathan  soil,  especially  not  one
created by a human.”

As soon as Anton and Greg were out of the

licensing office, both sighed, deep with relief.
“Man that was a close call, right, buddy?”

“I think I have just got myself into a great and

overwhelming task.”

“Hey, no doubt, but think of it this way, you

and Donnal can now do the nasty unhindered by
what your society thinks. What’s more, you get
your own pad to romp around in, cock exposed as
much as you damn well like.”

“You don’t understand.”
“Sure I do. You got your wish and everything

went  swell.  Now,  take  me  home  and  feed  me,  I
need  some  grub  after  all  that  work.  You’ll
probably  need  to  eat  as  well,  because  damn,
keeping that monster cock of yours supplied with
blood so it stays hard while you fuck Donnal sure
wouldn’t be an easy task, if you ask me.”

Anton had placed Greg back onto his shoulder.

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“What  I  mean  is  that  the  priest  at  the  licensing
office  will  check  the  words  you  have  spoken.  If
Jarrod is not of your house, then everything could
come  crashing  down.  Your  deception  would  be
my deception.”

“How could they disprove such a thing?”
“By asking Jarrod himself. Remember, neither

Donnal or his human know nothing of our plan.
As far as they are concerned, no companionship
licence has been issued.”

Greg sucked on his cigar. “I can see your worry,

buddy. Us humans don’t have houses in the way
you do. I think it’ll be best for both our hides if we
get our arses over to Donnal’s place quick smart
then. Can’t have Jarrod yabbering the truth, now
can we?”

Anton broke into a run.

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Human and Teathan Relations

nton’s  stomach  hurt.  For  the  first  time  in  his
life  he  had  deceived  a  priest.  For  what?  The
pleasures  of  his  own  flesh?  Carnal  thoughts

which  he  wanted  to  become  reality?  If  his  father
found  out  he  would  die  of  embarrassment.  How
could he be so narrow-minded? How could he let
his  feelings  for  another  jeopardise  his  future,  his
spiritual  enlightenment?  He  didn’t  want  to  lose
Greg, have him taken away because he had failed
to care for him because of his selfishness. That was
not the Teathan way.

“I feel sick,” Anton wheezed while he ran

toward Donnal’s house, swinging from ropes and
branches to hasten his movement.

Greg turned so he could speak into Anton’s ear,

holding  onto  his  fur  to  stop  himself  from  falling.
“Listen  and  listen  good,  buddy.  You  and  Donnal
are  meant  to  be  together,  just  like  Romeo  and

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Juliet of the Earth of old. Now, when such a thing
is meant to be, no amount of adversity can get in
your way. Now, just relax, will you? You’re
making me damn nervous. All we have to do is fill
them in about what you’ve done and all will be
sweet. If we can do that, then everything’s in the
bag.”

Arriving at Donnal’s house came quicker than

Anton  expected.  Then  again,  he  had  a  lot  on  his
mind. Sorting out the mess he had found himself
in  his  top  priority.  Why  did  he  have  to  be  born
liking  other  males?  Why  couldn’t  he  accept  his
fate  and  have  a  female  chosen  for  him?  Then
again,  the  path  to  enlightenment  was  also  paved
with contentment. If he wasn’t happy, how could
his soul be? He was who he was. Greg was right.
He was meant to be with Donnal.

He knocked on Donnal’s door. His mother

answered.  “Hello,  Anton.  I’m  afraid  you’ve  just
missed  Donnal.  He’s  gone  to  temple  with  the
elders  and  the  priests  to  prepare  for  his  joining
ceremony.”

“Joining ceremony?”
“Yes, that’s what I said.” Confusion crossed

Donnal’s mother’s face. “You are all jittery today,
Anton. Are you all right?”

Without reply, Anton pulled himself up on one

of the many ropes, heading for Donnal’s house
temple. He didn’t have much time. The joining

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ceremony would be complete once the priests had
purified the female they had chosen to be joined
with Donnal.

Anton’s spirit sank.
He hoped, by the Great Spirit, he wasn’t too

late.  If  he  was,  then  all  the  effort  they  went
through  would  have  been  for  nothing.  Donnal
would be joined and all that would remain was a
consummation  before  the  eyes  of  the  priests  and
nothing, not even human law, could stop fate from
dealing its cruel hand. Anton would never be able
to be with Donnal.

“What’s a joining ceremony?” Greg asked.

“And how come you weren’t invited, or his
mother wasn’t for that matter?”

“Only the house elders and the priests and the

two who are chosen to join may attend the
ceremony. The rest of us can attend the celebration
afterwards.”

“Like at the reception, you mean?”
But Anton ignored his human. His mind was

working  overtime,  spinning  with  so  many
thoughts,  he  felt  giddy  as  he  swung  through  the
trees toward his man. He had to get to the temple
without  delay,  before  the  ceremony  started  in
earnest.  Sure,  every  muscle  now  burned  within
him  and  every  sinew  and  fibre  of  his  being
working toward one goal. To get to Donnal before
he pledged his bond to some strange female.

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Exhausted, thirsty and tired from his exertion,

Anton arrived at temple. From what he could see,
Donnal had been taken into an isolation room
while the priests contemplated his future. There
was time.

Anton smiled. “We’re not too late.”
He swung in through the open window,

landing  on  the  living  and  sacred  floor  of  the
temple  room  where  Donnal  sat.  He  looked  up,
straight into the eyes of his love. His heart skipped
a  beat  and  his  mouth  went  dry.  “I  want  you,
Donnal,” he said, words spoken like they were the
words of his soul. Which they were.

“Anton!”
Both came to each other. Without thought

Anton kissed Donnal, deep and long and with all
the passion he could muster. All the while, he ran
his  hands  through  his  fur,  pulling  him  in  closer,
relishing his touch over all of his body. His mind
swam again, but this time, from sheer pleasure—
from  the  love  he  felt  for  the  most  beautiful  and
wondrous being he had ever set his gaze upon.

When they parted their kiss, Donnal gasped. “I

want you too, Anton.” In that moment he looked
sad. “But we can’t be together. You know the
laws. Two males cannot join.”

Anton smiled again. He took his man by his

hands, holding him tight. “We can.”

Surprise crossed Donnal’s face. “How?”

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“The humans we care for. That is how we can

achieve our joining. I have been given permission
by the licensing priest to have a house grown for
us so we can care for them.”

“I don’t understand.”
Greg cleared his throat, shoving his cigar

between  his  lips.  “It’s  all  quite  simple,  it’s
beautiful  really.  Jarrod  and  I  will  do  the  nasty  so
you  two  lovebirds  can  spend  your  happy  ever
after together. It’s so sweet it brings a damn tear to
my eye, that’s for sure.”

Anton had forgotten his human was still on his

shoulder. Then again, his attention was on his
beautiful Donnal. “Greg is right. We told the priest
that Greg and Jarrod were of the same house. He
had no choice but to order us, as their caretakers,
to be together so they could be content.”

Before another word could be spoken, Jarrod

stood up. He was on Donnal’s shoulder. “I
understand you want to be with your man,
Donnal, but for me, I can’t think of anything worse
than touching that army grunt over there, let alone
associating with him.”

Anton let go of Donnal. If the two humans

couldn’t  get  along,  what  chance  did  he  have  of
being  with  his  man?  For  the  first  time  since  the
hope of being with Donnal welled up inside him,
the  flame  was  extinguished  once  more.  If  they
didn’t  come  up  with  a  solution  fast,  then  the

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priests would come into the isolation room and
Donnal would be taken away forever.

“Aww, sweetheart, you don’t know what

you’re missing,” Greg said. “Once you’ve been fed
some  fine  military  meat,  you  won’t  go  back.
Besides, you’re not doing it with me for yourself,
you’re  doing  it  for  your  master.  What  could  be
more glorious than spreading your legs and taking
my  cock  up  your  arse  for  such  a  noble  cause,
hmm, pretty boy?”

Jarrod shuddered. “You’re disgusting and

crude and…and I’m sorry but I wouldn’t be with
you even if you were the last human in the
universe.”

“Well, I just might be one day so might as well

cut out the bullshit and just come on over here and
show the priests we’re of the same house so we
can get on with our lives.”

The doctor folded his arms. “It’ll be a cold day

in hell before I so much as even touch you.”

Anton couldn’t help but sense that Jarrod’s

heart  rate  had  accelerated.  Were  there  feelings
between the humans? He already knew Greg had
it  bad  for  Jarrod.  His  bravado  a  mechanism  of
such  an  observation.  But  Jarrod?  Was  the  blood
rushing  around  his  system,  hormone  soaked  and
fuelling  his  emotions,  a  result  of  attraction  or
repulsion? Or was it a combination of both?

“Where’s my Jarrod?” Donnal said with a yelp,

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grabbing Anton’s hand.

Before Anton could contemplate the depth or

complexity  of  human  emotions  any  further,
Donnal’s  words  rang  in  his  mind,  his  touch  also
helping to knock him from his reverie. Still, it took
a long moment for him to realise the human must
have  climbed  down  Donnal’s  back.  No  longer
visible in the isolation room.

“I don’t know.” Anton looked around the room

with desperation. Jarrod had disappeared. Where?
He hadn’t seen. Anton was also too busy thinking
about how their plan had fallen apart so quick.
How could he have missed something like that?

Actually, Greg had climbed down as well. A

tug  on  his  fur  near  his  shin  revealed  to  him  in
simple terms that his human was no longer on his
shoulder, either. He knew in that moment he had
it bad for Donnal, as the humans would say. Why
else could he not see with his own eyes what had
transpired  over  the  last  few  seconds?  He  was
indeed  blinded  by  love,  which  under  normal
circumstances  would  have  been  acceptable.  But
not now. Now he needed all his wits about him if
he  was  to  think  of  a  way  of  getting  out  of  this
mess.

Greg tugged again. “Hey, big blue buddy, I’m

going to go chase after Jarrod. I think he needs to
know the ramifications of his actions. You two do
whatever you can to stall this joining ceremony

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until I get back, clear?”

Anton was speechless. How could this situation

have fallen apart so complete and thorough? From
a  good  plan,  there  was  disaster.  Not  only  was
Jarrod  missing,  Greg  had  disappeared  down  one
of  the  many  nooks  and  crannies  of  the  temple
walls to retrieve him. This was a nightmare.

The isolation room door opened.
A priest, with a red sash of Donnal’s house

draped  around  his  neck,  entered.  Anton
swallowed hard. Not only was he caught inside a
room  only  supposed  to  hold  Donnal,  he  was
holding his hand as well. What’s more, neither of
them  had  their  humans.  This  wasn’t  a  good  day
for stepping up the ladder of enlightenment.

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Human Bonding

reg dashed through the hole in the living wall
of the temple he saw Jarrod disappear down.
His heart raced as he squeezed himself through

the  dark,  winding  tunnel  toward  the  doctor,  but
this time not because of attraction, but because he
wanted—no  needed,  Jarrod  to  understand  that
this wasn’t about him. What they were doing was
for  Anton  and  Donnal.  They  needed  to  be
together,  that  much  was  clear.  Why  should  their
society stop them from loving each other?

As far as Greg was concerned, keeping the two

Teathan  apart  was  a  crime—no,  an  injustice.
Injustice  bugged  him  the  most  and  he  would  do
anything  in  his  power  to  make  sure  things  were
set  right.  Yes,  he  may  be  a  foul-mouthed  smart
arse, but all things considered, he cared for Anton.

Sure, humans believed that packaging

themselves as cherished toys would make them

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more  appealing  to  the  Teathans,  but  really,  the
logic  was  all  wrong.  Humans  and  Teathans
couldn’t  resist  one  another  if  they  tried.  The  best
way to create a bond was to learn from each other
and  humans  and  Teathans  had  a  hell  of  a  lot  to
learn.  Heck,  even  in  the  short  time  he  had  been
with Anton, he had discovered a lot about himself.
Wasn’t that what life was all about? Besides, what
human  could  resist  an  adorable  blue  monkey  no
matter  how  big  it  was  and  what  Teathan  could
resist looking after a frail little naked ape?

Greg travelled down many paths leading him

to the heart of the temple. When he was about to
give  up,  turn  around  and  head  back  to  the
isolation  room,  he  caught  something  glinting  in
the  dark,  catching  the  strained  light  permeating
the  walls.  It  was  Jarrod’s  name  badge,  the  one
proclaiming he was a doctor.

“I know you’re in here,” Greg whispered,

trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible.

“Leave me alone.”
“Why? So Donnal and Anton will be forced to

live separate lives. You saw how they greeted each
other. You saw their love.”

“If it means being with you, then let them

suffer.”

Greg could feel Jarrod’s presence and stepped

closer to him. Now his eyes had adjusted to the
dim chamber he had found himself within, he

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could see Jarrod’s outline. “Don’t make me laugh.
You put on just as much bravado as I do, only in a
different way. Anton told me about how you feel.
You’ve got it bad, so stop being so selfish and
come back with me so we can sort this out.”

“I’m being selfish?” Jarrod let out a sarcastic

laugh.  “My,  that’s  rich.  You’re  the  most  selfish
person I’ve ever met. You’re pig-headed and rude,
too, just to complete the package of repulsion I feel
for  you.  You’re  a  typical  army  grunt  and  I  don’t
want  anything  to  do  with  you.  So  do  yourself  a
favour and just leave me alone.”

“Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” Greg decided to

play his cards. All of them. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”
“Kiss me.”
Jarrod scoffed. “You’ve got to be joking. I

wouldn’t touch you with any part of myself, much
less my lips.”

“You scared, pretty boy?”
Again, Jarrod let out an expression of distaste.

“I’m not scared of anything.”

Greg stepped closer. Jarrod’s coat brushed

against him. “Then kiss me.”

“You think you’re so special, don’t you? You

think your shit don’t stink? Well, I find you
completely and—”

Without any more dancing around, because he

was getting tired of ignoring his feelings, Greg

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wrapped his arms around Jarrod and planted his
lips firm onto his. The man struggled in his hold,
trying  to  wiggle  his  way  out  of  Greg’s  embrace.
For  a  long  time  Greg  thought  the  situation  could
go  pear  shaped.  Jarrod  was  strong  and  his
resistance was clear. This wasn’t going well.

Yet, underneath his resistance, something

struck  hope  within  Greg.  Jarrod  had  thrust  his
groin  forward,  bringing  his  legs  so  they  were
entwined  within  his.  No  man  not  interested  in  a
sexual relationship would have done such a thing.
It  was  a  man’s  instinct  to  protect  his  dick  in  any
struggle, so by bringing it to attention meant one
thing  and  one  thing  only.  Jarrod  was  interested.
Greg just had to convince him.

After such a realisation, the struggle didn’t last

long.

Greg decided to step up his actions, complete

the  deal  as  it  were.  He  used  his  tongue  to  part
Jarrod’s  lips.  The  man  let  out  a  moan.  Another
sign  of  his  interest.  Greg  was  right  in  his  hunch.
Jarrod  did  have  feelings  for  him,  even  if  they
might only be lust. Then again, lust was good. He
could deal with lust.

They kissed for the longest time. Greg let Jarrod

dominate him with his tongue, just as he had done
earlier. In fact, his kiss was the most intense Greg
had ever experienced. Full of deep breathing
through flared nostrils, roving hands, hard and

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intense,  and  plenty  of groin  rubbing.  Suffice  it  to
say,  Greg  was  hard  in  no  time,  his  balls  aching
and  his  engorged  cock  soon  restricted  by  his
clothes.

When parted, Greg said, “You like it rough,

don’t you, doctor?”

“I hate you.”
Greg pushed Jarrod away, his back hitting the

wall. “Get on your knees and let me fuck your face
before I blow my load in my pants and Anton has
to change me.”

Jarrod did as instructed without hesitation.

Then, with a voice, hoarse and hot, he whispered,
“You’re a dirty pig who needs to be taught some
manners.”

“Then fucking teach me.”
The sound of Greg’s pants being unzipped was

heaven  to  his  ears.  Seconds  later,  Jarrod  had
grabbed his length, wrapping his mouth around it
and taking his cock in as deep as it would go. In
fact, he sucked and slurped on Greg’s cock like a
professional,  using  his  tongue  to  enhance  the
experience  and  careful  not  to  scrape  his  teeth
against  any  sensitive  part.  He  was  even  playing
with  his  balls,  rolling  them  around  on  his
fingertips  to  make  sure  Greg  was  immersed  in
every possible pleasure delivered to him.

Greg blew his load down Jarrod’s throat. Every

fibre of his being, every muscle, every thought

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focused on making sure he gave the man as much
as  he  could  give.  Fuck  it  felt  good  to  deposit  his
jizz into such a fine man’s mouth. Next time, he’d
fuck  his  arse,  that  way  Jarrod  would  be  his  true
cum-pot, just like he deserved to be.

“Fuck me, you’re good. I damn well like this

lesson.”

With a slurp Jarrod came away from Greg’s

cock, his chin wet with saliva and cum. “Now, do
your worst, army pig. I’m waiting.”

Greg smiled, placing his cigar into his mouth

and  chewing  on  it  with  enthusiasm.  That  was  an
offer  he  couldn’t  refuse.  “Then  prepare  yourself
for  some  harsh  discipline,  doctor,  ‘cause  you
fucking  deserve  it.”  He  grabbed  at  Jarrod’s  lab
coat, pulling it off him. Seconds later, the man was
naked,  his  cock  a  magnificent  sight,  sprouting
large and hard from a thick bush of pubes. Anton
was right. The doctor was well equipped. He even
had big, ripe balls to complement his fine tackle.

But Greg wasn’t interested in the sights. He

spun  Jarrod  around  so  he  could  get  at  his
buttocks,  grabbing  them  to  let  the  man  know  of
his intention. After taking a moment to get ready,
sitting on a protruding branch from the wall and
laying  the  doctor  over  his  knees,  he  began  his
discipline.

He spanked Jarrod.
Over and over, getting harder and harder with

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each strike while the sound of his hand hitting the
man’s  skin  permeated  the  room  to  heighten  the
sensation,  he  gave  Jarrod  the  punishment  he
wanted.  Each  time  he  spanked  him,  turning  his
cute  bubble  butt  cheeks  redder  and  redder,  the
man let out delighted moans mixed in with yelps
of pain. He was enjoying himself, as was Greg.

“You like this, don’t you, doctor?”
Through trembling lips, Jarrod replied, “Shut

up and spank me harder. I’m gonna cum soon…I
need you to…spank me until I’m…done.”

Greg obeyed, but varied his spankings in both

hardness  and  the  time  between  each  one  to  keep
Jarrod  guessing.  He  also  rubbed  his  buttocks,
played  with  his  balls  and  felt  his  throbbing
hardness during his punishment session. After all,
spankings  are  sexual  when  done  this  way  and
Greg wanted to make sure the doctor understood
that.

He kept on with the variation of his actions

across Jarrod’s buttocks. Over and over, talking to
him, letting the doctor know how bad he had been
for  resisting  him.  Then  he  paused,  soothing
Jarrod’s  redden  skin.  “This is  for running  away.”
With those words, he struck Jarrod as hard as he
could. The man yelped and moaned. To Greg, he
was on the edge of climax. Writhing and rubbing
his  cock  against  Greg’s  leg,  back  arched  to  give
him no doubt.

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Seconds later, a warm sensation spread across

the top of his legs. Seemed Jarrod had indeed
blown his load. Fuck, he must love being spanked,
because he came without any other means of
stimulation. The man was amazing.

He stopped spanking Jarrod when the man had

come down off his high. The doctor’s climax was
over,  and  Greg  rubbed  his  hands  over  the  red
warmth  his  attention  had  created,  soothing
Jarrod’s  heated  and  punished  skin  as  best  he
could.  The  man’s  body  no  longer  quivered,  his
back  no  longer  arched  to  receive  more  attention.
He  just  lay  there,  letting  Greg  give  him  affection
after his harsh treatment.

Finally, Jarrod got up. The look in the doctor’s

eyes  was  fantastic,  reflecting  his  emotions,  his
euphoric  high  and  all  the  sensations  his
punishment had given him. His cock, now flaccid,
foreskin  rolling  back  over  his  once  bulging  head,
slick  with  his  own  cum,  was  still  magnificent  to
behold. Greg reached over to touch Jarrod’s cock,
feel  its  warmth  and  wipe  away  the  mess.  He
licked his fingers when done. “You sure are tasty.”

With a voice full of emotion, full of joy, Jarrod

said, “Next time you fuck me like a bitch, pound
my hole as hard as you can while I beg for more,
understand?”

“Sure thing, doctor. Whatever floats your boat,”

Greg said, offering Jarrod his clothes.

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Jarrod began to dress. “I do admit one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I enjoyed what we just did, and…” His face

turned  red  and  he  grinned  as  he  leant  down  to
kiss  Greg’s  cheek.  He  whispered  against  his
smooth skin, “Though it pains me to say this, I am
attracted  to  you.  I’ve  wanted  you  since  I  first  set
eyes  on  you,  to  tell  the  truth.  But  was  scared
you…well, you wouldn’t want me.”

Greg was surprised by his words. “Why

wouldn’t I want a damn fine man like you?”

“Because I thought you were all just hot air and

no  action  like  all  the  other  guys  I’ve  been  with,
that’s why. Most times when I tell a lover I like to
be  spanked  and  manhandled  they  run  a  mile,  or
worse,  try  to  give  me  what  I  want  and  do  it  all
wrong.”

“You mean you’ve chosen the wrong guys?”
Jarrod offered a smile. “You could say that.”
“Well, good thing you found me then. If there’s

one thing I know how to do, it’s give a man what
he wants. Now, let’s go and make sure Anton and
Donnal can be given the chance to stroke each
other’s cocks and taste each other’s jizz just like
we can.”

“Of course.”

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he priest glared at Anton and Donnal,
concentrating his disgusted stare at their
hands which held each other tight. “You have

broken  the  laws  of  the  temple,  Anton.  You  too,
Donnal. The elders and the other priests will hear
about this, mark my words. I am so disappointed
in  you  both  and  I  expected  better.  You  both
showed  such  promise,  especially  since  you  were
given  humans  to  look—say,  where  are  your
humans?”

Anton’s throat was as dry as ever, his stomach

in knots. Yet, he couldn’t just stand there and not
offer any form of defence. What he wanted to do
with Donnal wasn’t anything to be disappointed
about. Love could never disappoint. “Our humans
are coming.”

“Don’t lie to me, Anton. You most of all should

know the ramifications of your actions.” Without

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another  word,  the  priest  left  the  isolation  room.
The latch on the door was shifted across. They had
been locked in. Anton knew it wouldn’t be wise to
try and escape. To do so would be admitting guilt
in  the  priest’s  eyes  even  though  he  had  done
nothing  wrong  other  than  love  another  male.  As
for  Greg  and  Jarrod, if  they  were  convicted,  then
no  matter  what  plan  they  had  come  up  with
earlier, they would be taken away from them.

Donnal turned to him. “What do we do now?”
“We wait for Greg to do what he has promised.

Only  with  our  humans  here  can  we  convince  the
priests  they  are  of  the  same  house  and  we  must
look after them. It was only because they weren’t
here  that  the  priest  of  your  house  believes  there
has been a crime committed.”

Donnal came closer, running his hand across

Anton’s back. “I’m scared.”

“So am I.”
“Hold me, Anton.”
They embraced, but this time, instead of

holding  each  other  as  they  had  done  many  times
before,  share  the  same  space  from  where  they
drew  their  collective  breaths,  Anton  moved  his
hand down to Donnal’s groin, enjoying the touch
of the softer fur which framed his genital pouch. “I
want  to  touch  you  in  an  intimate  way,  my
handsome Donnal.”

Donnal let out a gasp. He didn’t resist Anton’s

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move. “I would like that.”

Both moved so they sat cross-legged and close

in  front  of  each  other.  A  position  ensuring  their
genitals  could  un-retract  from  their  sheaths
unhindered,  at  the  same  time  able  to  be  accessed
more easily.

Anton was excited. He found it hard to contain

himself,  his  joy  of  being  with  Donnal
overwhelming.  His  cock  appeared,  hard  and
ready  for  attention,  a  crimson  flourish  revealing
his true intentions. The realisation of finally being
able  to  express  his  true  feeling  for  Donnal  was
fantastic,  and  euphoria  seeped  throughout  his
body. He had dreamt about this moment since he
had discovered he loved him in a way which went
beyond friendship.

“You are beautiful,” Donnal said, his stare

intent on Anton’s showing.

Donnal’s cock didn’t need much coaxing to

appear  either.  He  was  magnificent,  all  virile  and
bright red, head bulging and slick with the juices
of  his  excitement.  Anton  gasped.  His  best
friend’s—no,  his  lover’s  dick  grew  harder  and
harder  with  each  passing  second,  making  him
even bigger, more enticing. This was the first time
he had seen the full exposure of Donnal’s cock and
he had to admit, it fascinated and excited him.

“You are beautiful, too.” Without any further

hesitation, Anton reached down to touch Donnal’s

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cock. Soon, his hands were warmed by his lover’s
length, and as he had done many, many times to
himself, began jerking off Donnal.

Donnal reciprocated.
Within a heartbeat, both of them were kissing

and  groaning  with  pleasure  while  they  explored
each  other.  Anton’s  stomach  went  from  nervous
agony  to  joyous  butterflies  while  he  forgot  his
worries and let Donnal’s touch, kiss and affection
take him away to the breath of the Great Spirit.

For what seemed forever, in the time it took for

stars to be born, live and die in an explosion which
would  rock  the  universe,  Anton  and  Donnal
continued  to  enjoy  each  other’s  bodies  on  all
levels.  Exploring  touches,  knowing  glances,
beautiful  kisses.  The  experience  they  were finally
able to share was like an epiphany, one which was
a lifetime in the making.

Anton’s lips tingled from all the kissing, his

body  sang  out  with  joy  while  Donnal  kept  a
wonderful  pressure  with  his  hand  along  his
length. Then, like a great rush of a storm through
the  great  trees  of  the  forest,  one  which  flattened
houses  and  ripped  saplings  out  by  their  roots,  a
numbing sensation emanated throughout his body
from his balls. He parted his kiss in time to see his
ejaculate  explode  in  sticky  white  ribbons  across
Donnal’s hands and arm fur.

“Wow,” was all Anton could offer.

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Donnal’s face hardened and his breaths became

heavy.  Before  Anton  could  stop  his  movement
across his man’s cock, he too let go of his ejaculate.
Donnal’s cum, a great wad, one which was a long
time  coming,  found  Anton’s  stomach.  The  spot
below  where  the  orange  plume  of  fur  indicating
his  maturing  masculinity  sprouted.  He  loved  the
sight of having Donnal’s love all over him and he
touched it, feeling its stickiness.

“I want to keep on doing that forever and ever

with you, Anton,” Donnal said with short gasps,
trying to catch his breath after his exertion.

“I want to as well.” Anton stood. “But we

should  get  cleaned  up.  The  priest  won’t  be  long
and  if  he  sees  us  like  this  it  will  be  proof  in  his
eyes  that  our  intentions  to  get  our  humans
together are selfish ones.”

“But aren’t we getting our humans together so

we can spend time being intimate?”

Anton helped Donnal to his feet. He went to a

rack  on  the  wall  which  carried  a  few  towels.
Towels  he  would  use  for  something  other  than  a
comfort  for  the  knees  during  meditation.  He
wiped  his  lover’s  cum  from  off  his  fur.  “Yes.  But
they don’t know that.”

“Then we are lying.”
“Not lying. Bending the truth.” Anton then

wiped his own sperm from Donnal’s hand and
arm.

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“I suppose it doesn’t matter what you call our

deception. I fear that will be the last time we will
ever  be  able  to  touch  one  another.”  Donnal  came
to hold Anton’s hand once more, returning to the
position  where  the  priest  of  his  house  had  seen
them before he stormed out of the isolation room
in disgust.

The bolt of the door slid across.
The same priest entered the room, again his

anger clear. This time two elders accompanied
him. “See. See my brothers, look at them. They are
defiant in their disregard for our laws. We have no
choice but to make an example of them and exile
them to the forest floor, to live out their depraved
lives wallowing in their own sins.”

The two elders nodded, coming either side of

Anton  and  Donnal.  Without  another  word,  they
were  escorted  from  the  isolation  room  and  led
through  the  temple.  All  the  congregation’s  eyes,
including  Donnal  and  Anton’s  parents  who  had
arrived  for  the  reception,  no  longer  looked  upon
them  as  they  were  escorted  through  the  many
shrines  to  the  door. To  look  at  them  would be  to
join  their  shame. No  Teathan  would  want  such  a
thing  thrust  on  them.  Anton  and  Donnal  were
alone.

Anton began to cry.
Their shame was complete. The price of their

love for one another was abandonment. Still, at

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least  he  got  to  be  with  Donnal  once.  To  have
experienced  him  for  that  one  time  to  help  fill  his
soul  with  contentment  was  all  he  needed.  If
enlightenment  meant  a  life  of  sorrow,  then  he
didn’t want it. To him, the punishment was worth
what  they  shared.  To  have  never  had  Donnal  at
all, that would have been an even greater injustice.

They were taken down the stairs which would

lead to the forest floor. When halfway down one
of the great trees supporting the city above, the
elders handed them each a rope.

One said, grim and sinister, “You must climb

down the rest of the way unescorted, forsaken
ones.”

Anton grabbed a rope and descended to the

depths below. Donnal followed.

The darkness enveloped him, like a cold hand

of  death.  The  silence  was  unbearable.  No  life
existed  on  the  forest  floor  except  for  fungus  and
parasites.  In  the  eyes  of  the  Teathans,  Anton  and
Donnal  were  even  lower  than  such  low  forms  of
life. They were nothing now.

Enlightenment was lost.

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A Human Interpretation

he  journey  back  through  the  maze  of  tunnels
inside  the  temple  walls  toward  the  isolation
room  wasn’t  an  easy  one.  Many  times  they

back-tracked and had to re-assess where they were
going. Still, Greg didn’t mind. In a way it meant
he could get in some heavy petting and some good
old fashioned tongue action with the doctor every
time they stopped.

“If you’re going to keep on groping my arse

and  trying  to  give  me  a  tonsillectomy  with  your
tongue,  then  can  you  make  sure  you’re  going  to
follow  through  with  your  intentions?”  Jarrod
asked,  the  cheekiness  in  his  voice  giving  a  clear
signal  to  Greg.  He  needed  to  be  punished  again
for being a bad boy.

Greg snarled. “Sure, come here so I can give

you a good hard intention.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be finding Donnal and

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Anton?”

“Hey, you started it, pretty boy.”
Jarrod ran his hand over the front of Greg’s

trousers, pressing hard enough to let him know he
wanted his cock real soon. “Well, we’d better
hurry up then, because I’m begging for your dick
to be deep inside me real soon.”

Greg chewed on his cigar. “I hear that.” He

looked  around.  The  tunnel  separated  into  two.
“We go down here.” He gestured toward the left
branch.  One  which  did  look  familiar  in  an  odd,
constricting  sort  of  way.  Besides,  the  air  smelt
sweeter down the left path. A sign they were near
the  end  of  the  maze  they  had  found  themselves
within.

“Are you sure?”
“As sure as I’m going to make you squeal like a

stuffed pig before the day is out, I’m sure.”

Jarrod grabbed Greg’s hand. “I can’t wait.”
They walked through the left tunnel until it

opened out into a room. The isolation room. There
was  only  one  problem.  Anton  and  Donnal
couldn’t  be  seen.  “Well,  fuck  me,  they’re  gone.”
Greg  wasn’t  in  a  pretty  mood  upon  such  a
discovery.  He  spat  out  his  cigar.  How  the  hell
could  they  lose  two  twenty-foot  alien  monkeys?
Bright bloody blue ones at that.

“Perhaps we should see the priest of the house.

He would know where they’ve got to. The priests

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know everything on this planet.”

“Good thinking.” Greg grabbed Jarrod’s hand

and pulled him toward the door. The thing about
rooms meant to house giant beings was that small
ones  found  it  more  difficult  to  get  around.  What
should  have  been  an  easy  exercise  soon  turned
into a mission. Hallways seemed to go on forever
and rooms they explored were like the size of air-
craft  hangars.  To  make  matters  worse,  not  a
Teathan could be seen. Not one Blue-furred soul.

“This place is damn well deserted. Was there a

funeral we missed?”

Just then, Jarrod let out a cry. “The priest!”
Greg let go of his new found lover and placed

his fingers into his mouth, letting out  the loudest
and  longest  whistle  he  had  ever  accomplished.
The noise pierced the serenity of the sacred walls,
as was his intention.

The priest turned, his face lighting up when his

gaze discovered the reason for his disturbance.
“What do we have here?”

“Hey, where are our masters, your eminence?”

Greg asked, deciding not to stand on ceremony
and get straight to the point.

The priest came to them, picking them both off

the  floor  and  holding  them  in  his  hands,  one  on
each. “Anton and Donnal have been banished for
not  only  losing  the  humans  in  their  care,  but  for
breaking  the  rules  of  their  house,  disrespecting

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their elders and their holy leaders.”

Greg cleared his throat. “Well, do we look lost

to you?”

The priest’s eyebrows rose. “No. You do not.”
Greg placed his cigar back into his mouth.

“Good. Now take us to our masters so they can get
on with the job of looking after us. You don’t want
us humans running around in your wainscoting
like vermin, now do you?”

“But the situation has changed, Greg Scott.

Your  masters  are  no  longer  deemed  worthy  of
your ownership. You will be re-assigned to other
Teathans  once  the  High  Order  Council  has
concluded  its  meeting.  One  which  I  called  after
your old masters were exiled. We need to ensure
you are looked after.”

Jarrod said, “What if we don’t want any other

masters but the ones we were given in the first
place?”

The priest fell silent for the longest time.

Finally, he said, “Would it make you happy to be
with Donnal and Anton, Jarrod Hsu and Greg
Scott?”

“Damn straight it would,” Greg said, pointing

his  finger  at  the  priest.  He  decided  to  lay  it  on
thick, telling the priest in no uncertain terms how
the  situation  needed  to  be  changed  back,  and
pronto.  “I  don’t  let  any  old  being  wipe  my  arse,
you  know.  He  has  to  know  what  he’s  doing.  I

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mean, I’m all delicate down there for a start. So
yeah, only my Anton knows what I need. Only if
I’m with Anton will I be truly happy.”

The priest turned his attention to Jarrod. “And

you? How do you feel?”

“I need to be with Donnal to help complete my

contentment.”

Greg couldn’t help but think the priest was the

middle man in all this. He was bound by his duty,
but at the same time, had made a decision which
could have been wrong. Would his pride rule his
decision?  He  realised  quite  quickly,  this  situation
could go either way. Greg just hoped the Teathan
stuck  to  his  cultural  traditions  and  favoured  the
side of spiritual contentment and the care of duty
his race had taken on when opening their arms to
humans instead of being an arse.

Again, after a long moment, the priest said,

“And you are both of the same house?”

Greg looked at Jarrod. If they faltered now all

could be lost. Thankfully, and without hesitation,
Jarrod replied, “Yes, your holiness. Greg and I are
connected in a deep spiritual way.”

Under his breath, Greg mumbled, “Yeah, and

we’ll soon be connected by our dicks, too.”

The priest said, “I didn’t catch the last thing

you said, Greg.”

Greg smiled. “Just take us to Anton and

Donnal. We have the licence required to be

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companions as your law states. What more do you
need? As the original owners of us, Anton and
Donnal will need to remain together so we can be
looked after.”

The priest’s expression changed. “But they

are…they are lovers. I saw them hold hands with
my very eyes. It’s unnatural for two males to be
joined. It’s against our laws and for that they must
be punished—they have been punished.”

Greg gestured for the priest to come closer. The

Teathan  did  so.  “Listen  and  listen  good,  your
eminence. Is caring for another, whether Teathan,
a  native  of  your  world,  or  another  species  like
ones  in  dire  need  like  us  humans,  important  to
your culture?”

“Yes it is.”
“Is making sure those under your care are

looked  after  so  they  are  content  with  their  lives,
and  therefore,  their  owners  or  caretakers  or
whatever you want to call them, can climb higher
up  the  ladder  of  spirituality  to  obtain
enlightenment in your afterlife?”

“Naturally.”
“Do those two laws I just mentioned, ones

which  are  at  the  very  core  of  your  culture,
supersede the law which states two males cannot
be  lovers?”  Greg  decided  to  put  all  his  cards  on
the table, so to speak. After all, he was tired of all
this  pussy-footing  around.  And  truth  be  told  he

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wanted Anton and Donnal back so he could fuck
the  living  daylights  out  of  Jarrod.  An  action  he
would  be  certain  would  help  him  obtain
enlightenment, especially when he filled Jarrod up
with his jizz like the bitch he wanted to be.

Once more the priest paused before adding, his

voice weak. “Yes.”

Jarrod said, “Then I think you know what you

must do. It’s as plain as the sash of office you wear
around you. You must act in the way which your
culture demands. To do so will truly mean you are
Teathan worth any reward.”

“But the reversal of what has been done will be

difficult,” the priest stammered.

“All you have to do is tell the high and mighty

council of priests and elders that if they let Anton
and Donnal return, then they themselves will be
one step closer to enlightenment.”

The priest looked surprised, his mouth agape.

“How so? I do not understand your logic, Greg
Scott.”

What he was about to say next was the final

nail in the coffin of their argument as far as Greg
was concerned. If what he was about to say didn’t
sway  the  decision  in  his  favour,  nothing  would.
“If  Anton  and  Donnal  are  allowed  to  be  joined,
then they will be content as well. Those who look
after  them,  their  spiritual  leaders,  their  parents,
and  even  yourself,  will  be  fulfilling  the  first  two

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laws of your society. A noble and worthy cause,
don’t you think, your eminence?”

“You have a strange way of interpreting

Teathan law.”

Jarrod said, “But what he says is correct, isn’t

it?”

The priest placed them both on a shoulder each.

Greg  grabbed  his  fur  to  hold  on.  Falling  from
twenty  foot  off  the  ground  was  one  way  to  kill
him  quick  smart,  a  notion  he  sure  didn’t  like  the
idea of. “I will plead your case to the council, but I
can’t promise anything.”

Greg sucked on his cigar, contentment filling

him to the brim. “That’s all we ask.”

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A Human Interpretation

or  hours  the  priest  argued  with  the  High
Order  Council.  Sure,  a  licence  had  been
issued,  but  Anton  and  Donnal  had  been

witnessed breaking the law before it could be put
into  effect.  Their  argument  was  that  no  one  law
should  supersede  another  in  importance.  If  a
Teathan  broke  a  law,  he  broke  a  law.  Of  course,
Greg  could  understand  their logic. After  all,  they
weren’t  human.  On  Earth,  if  someone  murdered
another,  they  sure  as  hell  were  going  to  pay  a
higher price for their crime than if they stole a loaf
of bread to feed their family.

Then again, Teathan weren’t humans and

Teathans weren’t on the edge of extinction.
Perhaps giving laws equal weight was the key to
their success. Perhaps it was something else. Greg
was sure such arguments would ring out for
decades within the temple walls, but for the here

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and now, only one thing mattered. Getting Anton
and Donnal back into society.

The priest chose to state that without more

important  laws,  like  those  that  defined  who  a
Teathan was, then what was the point of existence.
If  a  law  which  defined  love  was  more  important
than a law which defined a people, then he didn’t
want  to  be  a  part  of  society.  Social  chaos  would
reign,  and  in  the  end,  the  Teathans  would  be  no
more than a rabble.

The priest continued his deliberation, “I beg

you, Council, if a Teathan is happy, as content as
those he looks after, isn’t that more worthy, more
noble than anything else he can obtain in his
lifetime?”

A rumble spread through the crowd which had

gathered. Greg noted Anton and Donnal’s parents
were also present.

“I see what you are saying,” the Bishop stated,

gesturing for the crowd to be silent. “But what you
are saying is too simple. Our society is far more
complex than just a black and white
interpretation.”

The priest bowed. “But why should the path to

enlightenment  be  any  more  complicated  than  it
already  is?  You  have  all  said  yourselves,  the
greatest enemy we have is ourselves. Shouldn’t we
allow  Anton  and  Donnal  to  fight  with  their  own
existence,  let  them  choose,  under  our  care  and

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guidance,  what  is  best  for  them  to  help  them
obtain  their  own  spiritual  and  emotional
contentment? Who should care that they love each
other? Love isn’t a crime against the  Great Spirit,
is it? I believe, by letting them be a part of us once
more,  that  their  challenges  will  soon  be  apparent
to them. Surely, that is where the true struggle for
them will begin.”

For the first time there was silence in the

temple’s meeting chamber.

The Bishop stood. He looked around the room.

“You present a strong argument, priest of the
Firelight house. I applaud you, as do my
brothers.”

“Then what is your decision, your holiness?”
By now, Greg was bursting. All he wanted was

this to be over. Heck, Anton and Donnal could be
anywhere by now on the forest floor. They could
be  wandering,  lost  and  alone  believing  no  one
cared  for  them.  The  longer  they  delayed,  the
slimmer  their  chances  were  of  finding  them.
Something Greg didn’t want to happen.

The Bishops placed his hands onto his sash,

standing tall and proud. “We have decided to
reverse the decision of banishment, but with a few
provisos.”

The priest bowed low, so low, Greg had to hang

on for dear life, his seat on the priest’s shoulders
not as stable as it was a moment ago. “Name

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them.”

“You won’t be so willing to accept once you

know what they are.”

“Whatever challenge you bring forth, I will

accept.”

The Bishop offered a smile, one which flashed

quickly across his lips. “Anton and Donnal are to
be  in  your  care  and  your  care  alone,  priest  of
Firelight  house.  In  other  words,  you  are
responsible  for  what  they  do  from  this  moment
on.  Also,  they  are  to  keep  their  affection  for  one
another  behind  the  closed doors  and  windows  of
their  house.  And  finally,  if  the  humans  in  their
care  show  one  sign  of  unhappiness,  their
contentment stained, then Anton and Donnal will
be  banished  with  no  further  case  for  appeal  and
you will join them. Do I make myself clear?”

The priest, without hesitation, replied. “I accept

your terms.”

“May your path to enlightenment be closer for

you because of the noble task you have chosen to
undertake.  Now  go,  retrieve  Anton  and  Donnal
from  the  darkness  and  bring  them  back  to  the
living light.”

“Yes, your holiness.” With that, and with cheers

from the congregation, the priest passed through
the doors of the temple to begin his descent to the
forest floor. If Greg didn’t know any better, he’d
say the priest radiated smugness. Then again, why

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not? He had achieved a victory, one which took a
hell of a lot of effort, too.

The stairs carved into the great tree which

formed  one  of  the  many  pillars  of  the  living  city
above  stopped  about  two-hundred  feet  from  the
canopy.  Ropes  were  everywhere.  Greg  guessed
they had to climb down the rest of the way. When
the  priest  grabbed  a  rope  and  began  descending
into the darkness, his assumption was confirmed.

Greg could no longer hold his voice. After all, it

was rare for him to be silent for so long. “You did
damn good in there, priest—say, what’s your
name? I can’t keep going around calling you priest,
especially seeing as you’re now our priest, too.”

The priest descended, hand over hand, without

so  much  as  raising  a  sweat.  “That  is  true.  Anton
and Donnal are in my care, so you and Jarrod are
as  well.”  He  paused  to  light  a  lantern  he  had
grabbed  earlier  from  outside  the  walls  of  his
temple. “But if you must know, my human name
is Smith.”

Greg let out a laugh, one relieving and

surprising. “Now that’s imaginative.”

A long journey followed as they went deeper

and  deeper  in  to  the  darkness.  After  about  ten
minutes  or  so,  and  when  the  light  from  above
struggled  to  take  hold  and  the  atmosphere  grew
dank  and  cold,  they  found  the  forest  floor.  Greg
couldn’t  imagine  a  more  frightening  place  to  be

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exiled to, especially for those who were young, of
age or just a little older, like Anton and Donnal.

When the priest was on the floor proper, and

after  taking  a  moment  to  get  his  bearings  before
moving  away  from  the  roots  of  the  great  tree,  a
myriad of mushrooms, fungus and strange plants
used to low light, came into view. Again, the smell
of  stale  air  clung  to  everything.  Greg  found  it
more difficult to breathe.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Jarrod said,

stating the obvious.

“Well, come over here and sit on my knee. I’ll

make you forget about where you are, pretty boy.”

“Shut up, will you? You’ll scare priest Smith

away. I mean, he’s only now getting used to the
idea of two Teathan males being with each other.
To see two human males together might send him
to madness.”

The priest extended out his hand which held

the  lantern,  trying  to  illuminate  as  much  of  the
darkness  as  he  could.  “I  can  hear  you  both,  you
know.”

Greg found he was comfortable around the

priest now that he had proven he wasn’t a jerk. No
longer did he feel the need to censor his thoughts
or sanitise his language.  “Yeah, ears as big as my
head  can  capture  the  slightest  sound,  I’m  sure.”
But Greg had his mind on other matters as soon as
he had finished his jibe.

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He swore he saw something move to the left of

them and in the distance.

Seemed the priest had seen the same

movement. “Over there. I think we’ve found
them.”

A long agonising moment passed while the

priest clambered through the undergrowth. Soon,
the  gentle  sound  of  crying  could  be  heard.  Then,
much  to  Greg’s  relief,  two  large  blue  bodies
huddling together came into view.

“Anton, Donnal, is that you?” the priest

shouted.

The figures stirred. Straight away Greg

recognised his master. “It’s them! It’s fucking
damn well them!”

The priest placed down his lantern onto a large

mushroom top. “Good. I’m glad we found you.”

“What’s going on?” Anton questioned, tears

streaked down his face to stain his lips.

Greg chewed on his cigar and stood up. “Your

salvation has arrived, buddy.”

“A miracle.” Donnal proclaimed.
“No. Just a human with a strong desire to be led

around by his dick and a burning need to be
pampered beyond belief. Nothing more.”

Anton came to pluck Greg from the priest’s

shoulders, placing him on his own. “I love you,
Greg Scott. I love you with all of my heart for
risking everything to come and get us.”

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“Hey, easy now. I know I’m hard to resist, but

control yourself, please. We have company and
the sight of me riding on your cock like a cowboy
on a horse might be too much for them to take in.”

Jarrod rolled his eyes. “You’re incorrigible,

Greg, you know that?”

“Yep, I know. And you wouldn’t have it any

other way, either of you.”

The priest picked up the lantern, but not before

delivering Jarrod onto his master’s shoulder. “I do
not  understand  the  words  you  speak,  Greg,  but
other  matters  are  more  pressing.  Come,  my
brothers,  you  have  all  been  forgiven  and  your
house is waiting for you. I will take you back into
the  living  light  of  your  home  where  you  all
belong.”

“Thank the Great Spirit I was given the chance

to own you, Greg. Otherwise I could have spent
my life empty without Donnal, or worse, left to rot
down here.”

“Yeah, and all it took was the complete

destruction  of  my  home  planet  and  my  species
almost  decimated  to  the  point  of  extinction,  but
hey, you’re welcome.”

“I think that means Greg loves you, too,

Anton,” Jarrod offered.

“I know,” Anton said with a gentle chuckle. He

grabbed Donnal’s hand.

Jarrod said, “I have to say, it’s been one of the

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most memorable Christmases I’ve ever had.”

Greg added, “It ain’t over yet, pretty boy. I still

have a nice big present to give you.”

“I look forward to that.”
“Will I get a present, too?” Donnal said.
Anton leant over and planted a kiss on his

cheek. “Yes.”

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Chapter Thirteen

Enlightenment Obtained

nton  smiled,  one  warm  and  welcome  and
filled  with  pride  as  he  watched  the
completion  of  his  new  house.  A  house  he

would  share  with  Donnal  and  Greg  and  Jarrod.
Sure,  the  rules  of  their  salvation  had  been  made
clear,  and  some  adjustments  would  have  to  be
made about how he acted in public or wanted to
show his affection to Donnal, but all in all he was
happy with the outcome. At least he was back in
the living light and able to spend his days with the
one he loved.

To have priest Smith as his leader, mentor and

now their master, was a bonus. The man may be a
stickler  for  the  laws,  but  he  had  a  good  heart.
Anton knew when the man had seen him holding
Donnal’s  hand  back  in  the  isolation  room,  his
reaction was more of shock rather than considered
thought.  Quite  normal  when  confronted  with

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something unfamiliar. Still, thanks to Greg and
Jarrod, everything seemed to have worked out for
the best.

Their belongings, human and Teathan, arrived

as  soon  as  the  house  had  completed  its  growth.
Much  to  Anton’s  surprise,  his  parents  were  still
proud  of  him,  they  had  told  him  so.  Then  again,
it’s not every day a Teathan can change the mind
of the High Order Council. Anton and Donnal and
their humans were the talk of the town.

The evening was late on what some humans

called  Boxing  Day,  the  end  of  Christmas
celebrations  from  what  he  was  led  to  believe.
Jarrod  was  right.  The  past  couple  of  days  had
indeed been memorable.

“Are you comfortable, Greg?” Anton asked,

coming  over  to  the  tabletop  house,  which  had
been  created  for  the  humans—one  more  lavish
and  comfortable  than  what  he  had  built  in  his
parents’ house for him. “I mean is there anything
more I can get you before we head off to bed?”

“Nope, I’m as snug as a bug, buddy. You go to

your man, I’ve got something wicked in mind for
Jarrod.” Greg was sitting on his bed, taking off his
shirt, but not before placing his cigar on the
nightstand.

Jarrod had disrobed, wearing only his boxers.

He climbed into the bed. Greg followed without
delay. Soon they were both in an embrace, sharing

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kisses,  knowing  laughter  and  touches  only  two
lovers  could  share.  The  sight  of  them  together
warmed  Anton’s  heart.  They  deserved  love.
Which reminded him. Donnal was waiting.

“Then it’s good night, I believe.” Anton had

turned his attention to his own bed. One where
the man of his desires now lay under the living
blankets.

He climbed into bed also, but not before

extinguishing the main light. All that illuminated
them was the filtered moonlight which streamed
in from the bedroom’s window.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Donnal said,

embracing Anton tight, bringing him close so their
warmth could be shared and their breaths could
draw on the same oxygen.

“I was making sure our humans were all right.”
“You are a caring soul, you know that.”
Anton kissed his man. “I’m also someone who

knows when it’s time to give the one I love all the
attention he deserves as well.”

Donnal moaned with delight. “Then touch me

again.”

No other words needed to be spoken between

them. Anton’s cock had emerged from its sheath,
so had Donnal’s. As he touched his lover, ran his
hand  over  his  beautiful  fur,  his  breathing  getting
deeper  and  harder  because  of  his  excitement,  his
growing  cock  touched Donnal’s.  The  sensation  of

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cock on cock contact was electric.

A shiver of pleasure ran his length. He’d never

touched another in such a way before. In fact,
from now on, everything would be a first because
Anton wanted to do so much more than just jerk
off Donnal like he had done in the isolation room.
He wanted to taste him, experience him on every
level possible.

Without warning, Anton clambered under the

bed  clothes  to  bring  his  mouth  to  his  lover’s
bulging  erection.  Donnal  gasped,  his  whole body
shuddering when he came to realise what Anton’s
intentions were.

“Oh, by the Great Spirit, this is…this is…oh

my!” Donnal said with a deep and quivering
moan of pure ecstasy.

Donnal’s cock, covered in his fluids, tasted

unusual,  but  pleasant.  He  tasted  like  the  spice  of
an exotic fruit mixture and the tang of milk from a
native  parasite  that  grew  on  the  mushrooms
which  populated  the  forest  floor.  Anton’s  tongue
tingled.  Yes,  he  was  quite  different,  but  at  the
same time, very erotic.

After the initial sensation from Donnal’s taste

had  subsided,  diluted  by  his  own  saliva,  Anton
took in as much  of his lover’s length as he  dared
without  gagging.  Again  Donnal  shuddered,
grabbing  him  by  his  head,  pushing  him  with
gentle encouragement for him to keep going.

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Anton liked the fact Donnal encouraged him. It

meant he was sucking him off correctly. The other
sign of such a realisation was the burst of flavour,
hot,  spicy  and  bitter  washing  through  his  mouth
and  down  his  throat.  But  Donnal’s  cock  didn’t
soften.  In  fact,  he  kept  his  hands  upon  Anton’s
head so he wouldn’t stop. Seemed Donnal hadn’t
finished and Anton couldn’t help but feel content
about such a thing. It meant his man was not only
excited by what he did, but wanted so much more.

While Anton worked his mouth over his lover’s

length, a groan rang out, one which was deep and
guttural.  Donnal’s  cock  continued  to  throb  and
quiver in chorus with the rest of his body. Seconds
later, another burst of flavour came from his man,
intense  and  accompanied  by  his  whole  body
shuddering.  Anton  was  almost  overwhelmed  by
how much pleasure he had given him. Donnal, his
beautiful lover, had ejaculated, not once, but twice
in as many moments.

Anton came away from him, licking his lips.

“Your turn, beautiful.”

Without any more encouragement, Donnal was

at  Anton’s  cock,  sucking  with  enthusiasm,  using
his tongue to lick and his hands to caress his balls
which  had  also  become  apparent  because  of  his
sexual  excitement.  If  Anton  was  overwhelmed
before, he was stunned now by how good it felt to
be  sucked.  To  have  warm  lips,  directed  by  love,

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move  over  his  cock  was  something  special.
Whether  or  not  Donnal  was  good,  such  a  thing
didn’t  matter.  His  lover  was  taking  him  in,
accepting  him  in  one  of  the  most  intimate  ways
two lovers could. Tasting each other’s genitals and
the  fluids  they  produced.  That  was  love  as far  as
Anton was concerned.

Just like Donnal, Anton didn’t last long. He

ejaculated  within  moments  of  Donnal’s  lips
touching  his  bulging  head.  Sure,  he  sucked  him
good  and  hard,  but  in  the  end,  everything  was
over as quick as it had begun.

Such a thing was fine with Anton. Small steps

were needed during the first stages of discovery,
the first wonderful moment of a blossoming love.
Next time they would do something else. Next
time the whole experience would be better.

“That was amazing,” Anton said, coming to

kiss his man, embracing him tight so they could
share dreams and wake in each other’s arms. The
taste of both of their ejaculate mingled on his
tongue as he explored the kiss to its deepest level.

When parted, and with a voice filled with

tiredness, Donnal said, “I’m glad we stood up for
what we believed in.”

“Me, too.”
Soon, sleep found Anton. The most contented

sleep he had ever experienced. A step up the
ladder to enlightenment had been reached. He

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didn’t doubt it.

* * * *

Greg  couldn’t  help  but  hear  Anton  and  Donnal
make  love  to  each  other  while  he  kissed  and
caressed  Jarrod.  The  sounds  of  cock  sucking,
kissing and gasps of delight and ecstasy filled the
bedroom. The noises were beautiful.

“They sure are going for it,” Jarrod said,

reiterating Greg’s thoughts.

Greg pulled away from their embrace. He

grabbed  Jarrod  in  no  delicate  way,  turning  him
over  onto  his  stomach  so  his  beautiful  smackable
buttocks were within easy reach and a feast for his
eyes.  But  instead  of  spanking  him,  as  he  knew
Jarrod  would  want,  he  climbed  so  he  was  above
his man and between his legs.

Grabbing the tube of lubricant off the night

stand,  one  he  had  placed  there earlier  and which
normally  belonged  in  his  back  trouser  pocket  for
any  sexual  encounters,  he  lathered  his  rock  hard
cock  with  the  stuff.  It  didn’t  take  long  to  make
sure every inch of his dick was plastered with the
jelly-like substance. “Now I’ll show you how I go
for it, doctor.”

Jarrod hissed through his teeth. “Give it to me,

my big strong army captain.”

Greg opened Jarrod’s legs, sidling into position

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so he could run his cock up the back of his lover’s
balls and into his waiting arsehole. An action that
would ensure easy access, because it would loosen
Jarrod’s anal muscles. No point going in head on.
Why make things harder when experience told
him otherwise?

As expected, his cock slid in nice and sweet.

Jarrod let out yelps of delight and hurt when Greg
gave him his whole length, grabbing him by his
hips to make sure he was root deep in his lover’s
arsehole.

“Take this,” Greg hissed, his concentration

clear. All he wanted to do was satisfy Jarrod. From
the sound of it, he was going well.

Jarrod was writhing underneath him, gasping

for  breath  as  Greg  pumped  him  harder  and
harder.  Soon,  he  took  away  a  hand  and  began
spanking  Jarrod’s  buttocks  while  he  fucked  him.
The yells of joy which followed gave Greg a clear
indication his man loved to be treated rough, but
with enough care so as not to hurt.

“Keep going…keep going.” Again, Jarrod was

wriggling with pleasure, rubbing his cock against
the bed sheets to enhance the stimulation he was
receiving, the stimulation of being fucked and
spanked at the same time.

Greg reached over to get his cigar. He was in

heaven. What more could a man want than being
balls deep in his handsome lover’s arsehole,

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treating  him  rough  to  keep  him  keen,  and
enjoying  his  favourite  cigar?  Yep,  paradise  had
been found and he had to admit, he loved it.

For what seemed an eternity, Greg fucked his

man.  Turning  him  over,  jerking  him  off while  he
pumped  away,  then  flipping  him  back  onto  his
stomach  to  spank  him  good  and  hard  once  more
before  turning  him  around  again.  All  the  while,
maintaining a blistering pace, ramming his cock in
hard  and  deep  into  Jarrod’s  arsehole.  Heck,  if  he
hadn’t  blown  his  load  earlier,  this  would  have
been  over  too  quick.  Thankfully,  he  had.
Thankfully,  he  could  give  his  man  a  marathon
session  in  bed because  he  had  been  drained once
already today.

Sweat poured off them both.
With trembling lips, his voice showing his

exhaustion, Jarrod said, “I’m gonna cum…cum…
soon.”

“Then cum,” Greg barked, like it was a

command to a private.

Within a heartbeat of giving him the order,

Jarrod blew his load over his stomach. The biggest
load  Greg  had  seen  any  man  deliver.  Three  long
ribbons  of  cum  laced  his  heaving,  hot  skin,  from
his  navel  to  his  neck.  That  was  enough  to  make
Greg release all he had, too.

With a cry of ecstasy, Greg gave his lover

everything he could. Heck, he was sure, actually,

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certain  in  fact,  he  had  filled  the  man’s  arsehole
good  and  proper.  When  he  had  delivered  and
pulled out, a large dribble of his ejaculate trickled
down  from  Jarrod’s  freshly  fucked  hole  to  stain
the sheets. If that wasn’t evidence he’d been filled,
nothing was. Greg clambered so he was next to his
lover, contentment filling his soul.

“There. Now get some sleep, pretty boy.

Tomorrow I’m gonna pound you again, so you’d
better not be a dead starfish next time.” Greg laid
his jibes on thick. Jarrod had been perfect, but he
also knew by winding up his man he would be as
horny as hell the next time they bumped uglies.

“Yes, my captain.” Jarrod embraced Greg. Their

heated  bodies  took  ages  to  cool.  They  sure  had
been  physical—one  reason  why  Greg  loved  men.
They  could  handle  almost  any  treatment,  and
from  what  he  had  experienced,  Jarrod  was  the
man  for  him  because  he  could  handle  the  most.
Not  every  guy  wanted  to  be  thrown  around,
fucked  all  ways  and  spanked  like  a  bitch  before
being told when to cum. Jarrod did.

Within moments, and with Jarrod’s breath

against his neck, Greg fell into a wonderful dream.
Anton and Donnal may be a step closer to
enlightenment by what had transpired today, but
he was closer to ensuring the continued existence
of the human race. What he and Jarrod had done,
by being successful in integrating into Teathan

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society, was ensure their survival. Simple as that.
Plus, as a bonus, he had found two new friends in
Anton and Donnal. In Greg’s mind, that was all he
cared about.

He was complete.

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Chapter Fourteen

Human Solution

kiles reported to President Naidoc at the
appointed time, as he was instructed to do.

The man, weary from worry and haggard

from lack of sleep, didn’t look up when Skiles
approached his desk. “You wanted to see me, Mr.
President?”

Again, without looking up, the President

replied, “The first batch of humans to be
integrated into Teathan society has gone well. You
are to be congratulated, Skiles.”

“Thank you. There were a few issues.”
“Nothing unexpected considering the scale of

what we set out to achieve.”

Skiles shifted his weight. “Of course. But how

many more humans can we send there? The psych
tests  are  quite  stringent,  and  to  tell  the  truth,  not
many  have  been  passing  it.  As  you  have  said
before,  it  would  take  someone  special  to  accept

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being fed, changed and bathed by a being like a
Teathan.”

“That is why I have called you here.” Finally,

the President looked up. His eyes were bloodshot.
“You are to stop sending people to be placed
under Teathan care. Clear?”

Skiles nodded his acknowledgment. “But what

about the rest of us? The thirty-five million or so
who are left to scratch out a living under a bubble
because they cannot even breathe the air outside?
What about them?”

“As I said, that’s why I called you here.” This

time  Skiles  remained  silent.  Seemed  the
President’s  patience  had  run  out.  Perhaps  the
death of his wife only last week due to an illness
which should have been wiped out years ago, was
the  reason.  Perhaps  his  guilt  at  not  getting  those
left to safety quick enough another. Whatever the
reason, the President seemed more urgent with his
voice.  He  continued,  “The  Teathans  have  finally
agreed  to  allocate  one  of  their  moons  to  us.  It  is
rich  in  resources  and  abundant  with  vegetation.
They now understand that they cannot look  after
so many people without stifling our growth. If we
are to survive, we must be able to breed in a clean
environment, free of burden or the presence of any
others, just like we did on the Earth of old. What
we  have  in  mind  is  simple.  The  rest  of  humanity
will soon colonise the Teathan moon, Adara.”

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“And what about the people who have been

taken in by the Teathans? What happens to them
once the colony is established?”

“They are lost to us, casualties of a poor

decision  based  on  erroneous  advice  on  my  part.
Sure, the relationship the Teathans have with their
humans  is  a  good  one…too  good,”  the  President
said flatly. “Teathan law is quite clear about how
they  are  to  proceed  once  they  have  taken
ownership  of  another  so  they  can  care  for  them.
They would not want to risk their enlightenment.
Under  no  circumstances  will  I,  or  this  office,  do
anything  to  jeopardise  the  relationship  we  have
with  the  Teathans,  either.  We  must  simply  move
on.”

Skiles’s eyelids narrowed. If he understood the

initial reports correctly, he was sure he could find
a solution without dissolving the treaty. “I heard
Teathan law can be…manipulated to suit any
given situation.”

The President offered a faint smile. “Perhaps

you didn’t hear what I said, Skiles.”

“I…I don’t follow, Mr. President.”
All of a sudden, the President’s mood changed,

his face hardening to stone. “The decision to send
people as packaged toys was your idea, correct?”

Skiles felt sick to his stomach with the

realisation he was about to take the fall for recent
events. With his voice wavering, he said, “Yes.”

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“Then I suggest you make yourself available for

shipment to Teathan Prime. I’m sure a scientist
would make a great action figure.”

“I still don’t follow, Mr. President.”
The man stood, towering over Skiles. “In my

haste to find a solution to our problems, I accepted
many  decisions  which  should  have  been
considered  in  more detail.  What  has  happened  is
too much success. What is left of our race has been
divided because I was blind to the outcome of my
decision and I’m afraid I need to take action which
will  seem  unfair  to  you.  I  need  a  scapegoat, after
all.”

Skiles swallowed hard. “You’re firing me?
“Let’s just call it a reassignment, shall we?”
Then Skiles caught on. The President wasn’t

firing him. He wasn’t even laying the blame of the
Teathan operation on his shoulders. What he was
doing was giving him a chance to get into Teathan
society and work out a solution before the colony
was  completed.  After  all,  humanity  had  been
saved by the Teathans, no question, but because of
that  success,  humanity  also  had  to  be  re-united.
Something the Teathans may not want to happen,
especially  as  they  have  invested  so  much  to  take
care  of  the  humans  they  already  had  in  their
possession.

He snapped to attention, saluting. “You can

count on me, Mr. President.”

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President Naidoc sat. “You have until next

Christmas to give me the report I need.”

Skiles left the President’s office. The thoughts of

his  new  mission  swarming  his  mind.  He  would
find  a  solution.  He  had  to  for  the  sake  of
humanity.

About the Author

I  am  Mark  Alders,  writer,  intactivist,  post  office
worker,  and  all  round  nice  guy…except  when
someone  steals  my  chocolate!  I  am  a  proud
Australian, and as such use different spellings and
have some weird phrases, too. Hey, perhaps that’s
why I write some damn weird shit! I can’t change
who  I  am.  So  when  you  read  one  of  my  books,
enjoy the ride, but please don’t say I can’t spell. I
spell  how  I  damn  well  feel  like  it!  LOL  Naw
seriously,  I  spell  like  an  Aussie…do  forgive  me
because we are a breed unto ourselves. Where else
can a place have 11 registered public holidays and
no  one  has  any  idea  what  they  are  for  except  to
have a BBQ and down some beers! If you do find a
genuine error in my work, please let me know so I
can speak with my editor…also, as an addition to
that, offer chocolates as well. Lots of chocolates.