Praying for Mantis

"If you need anything to change, please say something, the attendant WILL," he looked significantly over at the occupied control station, "do what's required. Your comfort is important to us, to both of us." He obviously meant himself and Marva but after a moment, the hazen operative also nodded. Assuming that gesture translated directly, that is.

"No, I'm ok, it's just... there's, uh, pressure in places I'm not used to." He took a deep breath, then another and tried to relax. The probe in his guts continued its relentless expansion. He knew it was necessary for his own comfort and safety later, but the process was unnerving and it expanded with the relentless energy of a senior citizen slowly driving their car through the front window of a delicatessen.

After a few more moments of this, the expansion paused and he mentally breathed a sigh of relief at the break.

"Ok, this stop is good, I just need a minute to-OH!" He startled as cool liquid began pouring into his bowels. He had known it was coming, but there was no warning. The process as described to him was that part of his lower gut would be flushed clean and then prepared with some non-reactive, inert gels that would remain in place and help provide a safe environment for the offspring during the incubation. Hearing the process described differed greatly from feeling it.

He squirmed as best he could which was, due to the strange technology holding his pelvis steady for the treatment, not that great. "Oh, that feels.. Oh!" As the liquid continued to pump into him, he could feel the expansion starting again. This time, he felt a different pressure and realized the shape of the probe inside of him must be changing some more because something had just touched his prostate and it had startled him.

"Everything ok?" Gelvin asked, concerned. He squeezed Kurt's hand and the mix of sensations started to do a number on his brain. Without realizing what was happening, he penis began to grow. Kurt closed his eyes in embarrassment. The pressure on his prostate returned, and the sensation started to become increasingly pleasurable.

"I think something is wrong, stop-" Gelvin began but Kurt grabbed his arm with his other hand and looked at him. "No, it's ok. It's just... intense." He let go and flopped back, willing the other being to not notice his growing arousal.

"What is that?" he heard and closed his eyes again for a minute before looking over at the concerned praden who was, of course, staring directly at his cock as it rose to full height. As the pressure on his prostate slowly pulsed on and off as the device continued to adjust itself within him, it started to bob up and down to his heartbeat, sometimes lightly slapping his stomach.

"It's nothing, don't... don't worry about it," he entreated, hoping the alien would take the hint.

"Is this injuring you? Is it supposed to do that?" Suddenly Kurt jerked with surprise as he felt the cool pseudohand touch his throbbing penis lightly, as if checking it.

"It's not... it's not injuring me, it's ok." He groaned as the pumping in his stomach continued to force more liquids in.

"This is a liquid waste organ, correct?" asked the giant insectoid, continuing to examine it. With each touch, it swelled a little more. Kurt was beginning to realize that he should have made an excuse for some privacy at some point, he hadn't orgasmed in days, not since one of his nights in the privacy of a sleeping pod back in the city.

"No, I mean, yes it is. It is also a primary sexual organ for... for my species," he managed to say between pulses. The new pressure on his insides began to slow and he realized the liquid must have stopped being added. He held his breath for a few moments, waiting for the next shoe to drop, but it felt like there was a legitimate break now. Trying not to think of the tentative pressure on his penis, he looked over at the attendant running the machine. The monkey-like planetary native was standing off to the side, away from its console and looked like they were busy on a phone or tablet of some sort. There were differences between species, but some things were definitely universal-

His thoughts cut off off and he groaned as Gelvin's cool hand wrapped firmly around the shaft and squeezed. Not enough to hurt, but...

"Is this uncomfortable, friend? If your sexual organs are like ours, then I hope this is bringing some pleasure to offset any aches you may be feeling from the procedure." He pulled gently at it, not sliding over the skin but pulling it up and down an inch or so each time. The praden looked up at him. "Am I doing this right?"

Kurt groaned again as the probe again swelled against his prostate. Between that, the feeling of the slowly expanding probe that was stretching his anus, and the hand gripping his penis, he was overwhelmed by sensation and couldn't response intelligibly.

Suddenly, there was a change and he realized the fluid was being sucked back out. It felt deeply disconcerting, but he didn't feel anything leaking or... he realized the whole operation was taking place here. No mess, it was definitely different from the horror show he had tried (and failed) to not imagine.

The hand on his penis began to release. "If this is hurting you, I can stop-" Gelvin began.

"No!" Kurt interrupted, louder than he'd intended. More quietly, he continued. "No, it's... it's good. It's very good." He realized he'd stopped breathing and consciously began again. In, out, in, out.... as he chanted that in his head to control his breath, the draining came to an end but before he could mentally celebrate the end of that part, a fresh wave of new, cold liquid began rushing in again. Some kind of rinse, he figured, but this time for whatever reason, it felt as if the liquid was spraying against his prostate directly and he groaned. His mind noted that technically, he was the one pinned in place like a bug while a large insect-looking creature examined HIM. Talk about turning the tables he thought, his brain going haywire under the sensations.

As the harder and shorter injection finished, it immediately began to drain again and he could feel it was going more quickly too. It really must have cleaned him well, this must have been a rinse of sort.

The cool hand stroking his penis squeezed a little tighter and he closed his eye again, a sound escaping his lips that he'd never heard before. If this went on much longer-

"Subject, we approach the final phase. First, the stretching will undergo the final sequence. Based on what we can tell about your physiology the sensations may be... somewhat intense? But it should not hurt. And then we will-" Kurt lost track of what the attendant was saying. He struggled to understand how what he was feeling right now could become any more intense. What could they be talking about?

"-and you'll be free to go. It may feel a little strange at first, but this is a standard part of the procedure and will help with both the fertilization and care of the offspring during the incubation period. Any questions?" The hazen looked expectantly, long finger poised over a control.

"No, but-" began Kurt before the creature stabbed its finger down onto the control. Before he could continue with the yes, questions he had, his head felt like it had suddenly exploded as the shifting, shape changing probe deep in his guts began to pulse even harder, ridged bumps pushing and squeezing against his prostate while it did so. The ring of his ass felt like it was stretched to the brink and the thing inside of him pulsed forwards and backwards, seemed to inflate and deflate rapidly and generally thrashed him from the inside. It felt almost like it was re-arranging some of his guts and that plus both the pulsing pressure against his prostate and the cool hand that had just begun jacking him off in earnest broke something within him and he began to cum uncontrollably.

His pelvis held in place, the rest of his body jerked and shook and his head felt like he was riding crashing waves of pleasure and with a deep guttural grunt, a couple ropes of semen shot out of his cock and startling the praden holding it. Thinner prostatic fluid began dripping and flowing almost continuosly for a few seconds afterwards as the tool milked him as a byproduct of the final stretching. He felt briefly uncoupled from his body at the surge of sensations and when he came to, the first thing he noticed was that Gelvin had released him and was looking at his wet hand with what seemed to be surprise.

The second thing he noticed was that while the pumping and stretching had finished and the probe was beginning to shrink down, _something_ was being pumped into him again, but this felt different. Warmer, even. As the balloon-like shape just past his rectum collapsed and the probe was once again smooth tube, if bigger than before, it began to pull out, the new substance still being pumped into him. It stopped immediately before exiting his body and as it did, he tried to frantically clamp his ass shut in case it flooded out but quickly discovered that there was no pressure there, just a feeling of dull weight deep in his guts.

"That's it! The incubation gel contains both nutrients for you and the egg. It will also temporarily control peristalsis in your intestinal system to minimize any build up of waste matter... for obvious reasons." The pseudo monkey touched a control and Kurt felt the cushions beneath him close and the field holding his hips deactivate.

He lie there in a daze. The feelings had been unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He'd played around a little back on Earth before leaving, but it had been women and only one had ever touched his ass. That hadn't gone very far because he'd been too hung up in his own head about what that might mean for his masculinity. In hindsight, he felt embarrassed for his almost panicky reaction back then. Through the lens of being the only human around as far as he knew, all of that suddenly felt silly especially when coupled with the orgasm he'd just had. If he'd known then what he knew now, he never would have left that apartment without following through with her explorations. If he ever got back to Earth, he wondered if he'd ever have a chance to apologize.

"If I may make a suggestion, take special care to stay hydrated. Most species with similar chemistries rely on food for a portion of their water intake and with the appetite suppressant, it can be easy to misjudge how much you are consuming." The hazen attendant pulled what looked like a piece of paper extruded from the console and handed it to Gelvin.

"Here's some species-specific health information for you, your partner, and your host. Because of his classification, the number of things to watch for is fairly limited. There's no chemical intervention beyond the very straightforward appetite and digestive system suppression but just in case, we have a list of things to watch for." The being walked over to Kurt with a towel and, after getting his permission, quickly wiped him clean. Looking down, Kurt marveled at how easily the cum had wiped up, not getting stuck in his stomach or chest hairs as he would have expected. Society towel technology, he mused, must be pretty advanced as well.

Both the attendant and Gelvin offered him a hand to sit up but he lifted himself and stepped down onto the warm floor. He no longer felt as self-conscious in front of the two aliens, not after what he'd just gone through, and the warmly patient and encouraging way they'd treated him unlocked strange feelings in him. He couldn't think of a time in his adult life when he'd felt taken care of in this way, as if he were someone special, someone worthy of that attention. He mentally filed that away to think further on later, he was pretty sure that was something he should spend some more time unpacking.

The technician handed him the special pants he'd been told about and he pulled them on. They felt almost like they had a light felt cover but otherwise like normal clothing. The praden and hazen both chatted while he dressed and once he was whole, they exited the room. As they walked through the office area towards the exit, a few pseudo simian heads followed him and he saw some tails bobbing with interest. He leaned closer to Gelvin. "Does it seem like they're looking at me?" he murmured.

Gelvin look around, then back towards the room from which they'd come and nudged Kurt. He looked around and realized he could clearly see into the room. He turned towards the attendant escorting them out.

"I didn't see you reset the windows...?" he half asked, stated, suspecting the answer before the technician answered.

"Hmm? Oh, I just filtered the view from the inside, it seemed like it was distracting you," it answered nonchalantly over its shoulder. Kurt stared at the oblivious creature's back for a moment. He had been on display the whole time?

Sensing his discomfort and guessing its cause, Gelvin touched his arm. "I wouldn't worry," he reassured the human. "This kind of thing is probably boringly common around here, I doubt anyone really noticed anything out of the ordinary if you're embarrassed." He waved his hand towards one of the clusters near the exit. "I doubt they really saw anything and will forget this all once you go, it was just-"

He had to stop as they passed the group of hazen that had assembled at the exit began waving their tails chattered appreciatively in what his buds said was a kind of applause. Kurt blushed furiously and walked a little faster and out the external door with his head down, ignoring the friendly farewell from the technician.

"Or," Gelvin continued after catching up, his voice steady as they walked outside to the waiting taxi pod, "perhaps you made an impression. I confess that I've never had that experience before, but then again, I've never, you understand, _had_ that experience before," he finished, and Kurt understood that he was describing the entirety of their last hour in the clinic.

Kurt fought to understand the feelings coursing through him. On one hand, he'd just had this incredibly personal, impactful experience with an audience (even if he hadn't known at the time). On the other hand, they weren't human so... was it really any different from seeing animals do, well, normal animal stuff? By the gripping hand, he wondered if the fact that these creatures, even if they were from another planet, were intelligent and that meant modesty should apply even if there was some kind of visceral thrill to it?

He had to pause at that thought. Thrill? Where had that come from? As the pod blasted through the air on invisible forces he didn't understand, Gelvin made small talk of sorts, obviously trying to comfort the human sitting across from him. Kurt responded at the right times, but inside, he was starting to wonder what he'd just learned about himself. Did he really get a thrill from knowing he'd been seen in this situation? What did that mean, exactly?

He startled when the pod touched down with a slight bump. His third trip in one and he'd already grown blasé about the experience, amazing. Climbing out of the pod, he looked ahead to the house and the female praden he knew was waiting for him nearby and his heart started racing again. Knowing what was coming almost made it worse, though he recognized how silly that was. Thinking about the upcoming experience from the perspective of someone unprepared, well, that would be true terror. When Gelvin joined him, the two began walking towards the building. He glanced around at the surrounding trees, but even though he knew what to look for, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary but he knew he was being watched but for a very different reason than back at the clinic.

As he walked down the curving, organic-looking walkway that wound towards the front door and was surrounded by clusters of bushes and smaller trees than the large ones lining the property, he felt full in a way he couldn't quite describe. The thick gel filling his lower gut wasn't uncomfortable, but he could tell it was there. He stretched his arms and legs in preparation and appreciated that at least the substance shouldn't prevent him from moving freely.

They stopped midway and turned to face each other. Gelvin reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Kurt Sanderson of Earth, I wanted to thank you once more for what you're doing. I thank you for your trust most of all, I recognize that this is going to be... intense, but you are helping make one of our dreams come true and we both appreciate everything."

The human swallowed, uncomfortable from the praise, but he nodded. "Gelvin, I'm glad I can do this. I've enjoyed getting to know you and your mate. Before this, I wasn't sure what-" A loud screech from not too far away cut through the air and Kurt jumped. Gelvin bowed his head.

"We should continue this conversation later. She's rea-" He look at something behind the human and tensed. "Run!" He turned and bolted towards the house.

Kurt felt a rush of adrenaline and fought the urge to follow the male praden and instead jumped into motion himself, running off the path and into the brush. Sprinting as fast as he could, he circled a large bush and began running in a different direction to throw off his pursuer. After a few seconds, he was breathing hard. He hadn't been doing much jogging since leaving Earth and he was starting to feel it.

Slowing a little, he ran through a wall of tall grasses that divided the natural looking space around the house. His hosts had shown it off the day before, telling him they'd worked to recreate a piece of their own planet here so far from home with imported greenery. He was beginning to understand that they were even wealthier than he'd originally guessed, both between the land and how they'd outfitted it. From his tour, he knew that a stream ran behind the house and he arrowed towards it.

Off to his left, he heard another screech that started then began to rise in pitch. He couldn't tell how much closer it was, but it sounded as if it had missed his course change at the bush and continued in a straight line and had just discovered he wasn't where it thought he was. He smiled and picked up speed again, trying his best to avoid making noise but knowing speed was what he needed now.

Despite his best efforts, he ran over a dry stick and the crack sounded like a gunshot to his ears. Sure enough, the loud call behind him cut off suddenly. He realized it must have heard and that time was running out unless he changed tactics. He knew the creature hunting him had a finely tuned sense of smell and would no doubt be picking up his scent at some point, especially with that clear vector the sound had given it so as the stream came into view he ran straight into it then turned right and splashed through the shallow water as he followed it, hoping the sound wouldn't give him away. Fifty meters later, he jumped out of the water and into a copse of small, bushy trees. The time for speed was over, now it was time for stealth.

He knew that if he looked up at the shiny, rounded glass-like house that sat at the center of the property, he might catch a glimpse of Gelvin in one of the windows or maybe even on an outside patio up high, but he had to concentrate. The cry came again, closer but it sounded like it was still on the other side of the creek. He couldn't hear much over the sound of the water but he continued to carefully move, seeking concealment and a chance to catch his breath.

Crouching, he froze as the sound came again, noticeably louder but still on the other side of the creek. Was it possible this trick was unknown where his hunter came from?

His heart continued to race and he hoped the sound didn't give him away. The small creatures that passed for birds on this planet had gone quiet at the beginning of the chase and all he could hear was the water and creaking noises made by some of the tall trees behind him that shielded this property from others as they swayed in the wind.