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Drew woke up in a strange room. He couldn’t remember how he got there or what had happened. The last thing he could remember was…
He blushed.
Oh man. He had lost his virginity.
To a Dramatian.
Drew could remember her looking up at him adoringly. She was adorable. The smallest person he had ever seen.
And he had skewered her on this.
He pulled back the blankets to look at his enormous cock. Good lord he wasn’t even hard and it went up past his belly button.
Noting the fact that he had new underwear, Drew tucked it away and got out of bed. He was suddenly very alert. And hungry.
Where was he?
Like a hunter, he crept up to the door. He moved without noise and approached the door frame and listened.
Voices were coming from his left down the hall, so was a yellow light. The other way was completely silent and dark. Trusting his instincts, Drew slipped into the darkness.
There was a door on his right, but he couldn’t open it. There was no doorknob or lock or anything. The next door did have a handle on it but it was clearly occupied. There was light coming from underneath the door. And a strange rushing sound. It was like rain, but less. Nothing like Drew had ever heard. He listened carefully.
There was a woman humming to herself over the sound of rushing water.
He backed away from the door.
With no more exits to check, Drew reluctantly made his way back down the hall toward the light. Cautiously, but quickly, he looked into the room.
There was a strange window of sorts. Drew quickly recognized it to be some kind of digital screen and not a literal window. The images moved around too rapidly. There were several seats and a couch, which was occupied. A mop of messy black hair was poking out from over the armrest, their back to him.
Drew looked further inside and saw that directly across the room from him was another door, also closed and without a door handle. Drew sighed. The other half of the room was filled with a cozy looking kitchen.
Should he even try to get to the door? He didn’t know how to open it. He seriously doubted that he could break it down. He noticed that there was a panel next to the door. His skills with electronics were limited to pressing the on and off button after it had been pointed out to him several times. But maybe he could figure it out.
He didn’t really have any other options.
Silently, he slipped into the room and hunched down under the counter that separated him and the person sitting on the couch. When he poked his head around the other side, he could see the side of her face. If he moved to the panel, she would probably see him. But she seemed very engrossed with the digital screen.
Drew stayed low and moved slowly, keeping his eye on her. When he made his way to the panel, she laughed and he threw his body to the floor.
He heard her chewing something crunchy and realized that she had laughed at the screen. Slowly, he got up and faced the panel.
It was about the size of his hand and had three white buttons underneath. Well, he thought they were buttons. When he tried to press them, he realized that they were probably indicator lights. Well nuts.
Harry had tried to teach Drew about digital touchscreens, but considering what he had to work with and the fact that Drew had little to no interest, nothing had really become of it. It just wasn’t important. But now Drew was mentally kicking himself for not indulging his friend more.
“This could save your life one day.”
Who knew that he would have been right? It was just a little box of light.
Drew nervously pressed his finger against the screen. It lit up.
So far so good.
There were four boxes on the screen, each of them had different symbols on them. The upper left one had a cross, which Drew recognized to be a medical symbol. Drew also realized that this was not the symbol on Halquire’s door, which he knew to be the doctor’s office. So it probably wasn’t to summon her.
Not that Drew was certain he wanted to. She was… wonderful. But he wasn’t sure she could help him.
The icon on the top right was a halfcircle with two smaller circles on either side of it. The center of the halfcircle was an oblong blue “eye,” which Drew recognized to be a Quadrabead.
So not that one.
The next box, the bottom left one, had the shape of a machine that Drew did not recognize. There was a box with what appeared to be several knobs and dials. The top of the box had what appeared to be a snake with a bizarre head emerging from the top.
Drew did not like that one.
The last box on the bottom right just had the word “SCAN” on it. Drew had nothing to scan. These were all terrible options. He was about to press the last one when he heard a noise coming from the couch.
He whipped around to see that the woman sitting there had stood up and was looking at him. He stood up too and backed away from her.
“Woah there lad, it’s alright,” She said, putting her hands in the air. “You just surprised me. When did you get out of bed?”
Drew didn’t answer.
The woman stared at him for a moment, her eyes darting up and down his body. They rested longer on his crotch. Drew stepped behind the counter to obstruct her view.
She looked embarrassed. “Sorry. You’re probably not used to that, eh? It’s just… been a while since we had a male here.”
Sensing that she was not an immediate threat, Drew looked around for something to write on. He seriously doubted that she could understand sign language.
“What are you looking for?” She asked, trying to be helpful. If only he could ask for it. But then of course, he wouldn’t need it.
He pulled open one of the drawers and saw that it was filled with silverware. Made out of a strange white material that he didn’t recognize.
“Uh, hey Abigail?! He’s awake!” The woman behind him shouted down the hall. Drew whipped around and she backed away. “Sorry, sorry. It’s okay!”
Drew looked over at the door again and willed it to open. Nothing happened.
Very disappointing.
He needed to get out of here before this “Abigail” showed up. The panel was probably useless. If he had to guess, it was used to summon someone and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Drew scrambled over to the door and slid his hand alongside the crack, hoping to find somewhere he could pry a lever into. It was possible that the door could pop off its frame if it didn’t have hinges.
He heard wet footsteps behind him and turned around to see…
Her.
The amber haired woman in his dreams. Or at least he had thought it was a dream. They had almost kissed before the world went black.
They stared at each other in a daze. Drew stepped away from the door. She was incredible. Her hair was matted to her face, the only thing she was wearing was some kind of fluffy blanket. Her light brown eyes seemed to glow, much like her cheeks, which were getting redder by the second.
Drew forgot how to breathe. His hands moved on their own.
Angel.
The other woman’s brow furrowed as she looked at his hands. Drew made eye contact with her and the moment was over. He remembered where he was, and his expression shifted to fear.
“Wait a minute…” She stepped forward and held up her hand in the universal symbol for mute.
Drew lifted his hand to mirror hers.
…
Shawna groaned. “He’s deaf.”
“What?” Abigail said. She was still in hornyland. The two of them made eye contact and lost their minds.
“I said, ‘He’s deaf.’ He can’t hear.”
The male snapped his fingers and they both turned to look at him. He pointed at Shawna and shook his head. Then pointed to his neck.
Or rather, the scar on his neck.
What do you mean? Shawn signed.
The male sighed with relief. Clearly, he had thought they wouldn’t be able to understand him. I’m not deaf, I’m mute. My vocal cords were severed when I was young.
“What’s happening, what are you guys doing?”
Well, the male had been halfright. Abigail had no idea what signing even was. “Sign language. I picked it up a few years ago.”
“Wait so he can’t hear us?”
“No. Wait, yes he can. He says he’s mute, not deaf. He uh…” She looked at the male for approval and he nodded. “That scar on his neck? His vocal cords were severed a long time ago.”
“What?? That’s horrible.”
“Yeah.” Shawna said. What happened?
The male held his hands up like he wanted to say something, then paused to think about it.
You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.
He shook his head. Not the time. By the way, you can talk normally if you want, I can hear you.
“Oh. Right.” Shawna felt silly as she put her hands down. “Sorry about that, I’m just used to… well. Talking to someone who can’t hear me.”
The male nodded like he understood, but Abigail gave her a strange look. They hadn’t talked much about their past relationships, so Shawna understood. But she also felt like she hadn’t really earned the right to know.
She decided to change the subject. “What’s your name?”
Drew. Well, actually he signed the letters, then signed the word.
“Drew. That’s a lovely name.”
He blushed. Thank you.
“My name is Shawna.”
“And I’m Abigail. Please don’t call me Abby.” Shawna noted that she had said the exact same thing when they moved into the apartment.
“Would you like to take a seat, dear? So we can talk?”
Drew stared at the floor for a moment, then looked up at her. She realized he was trying to read her expression.
“I promise we don’t bite.” She smiled warmly.
He nodded cautiously and made his way over to the table.
“Unless you want us to, of course.”
Drew flushed as he looked at her with eyes bigger than dinner plates. Abigail swatted her.
“Shawna!”
“Sorry.” She didn’t sound very sorry, not even to herself.
They all sat down, but the bull was eyeing her now. Shawna liked that. She winked at him and he looked down at the table.
She grinned. He was cute, she could give him that.
“So…” Abigail said, twiddling her thumbs. “Do you like it?”
Drew’s brow furrowed. Like what?
Shawna realized what Abigail was trying to say, but didn’t think their new friend(?) was ready for that. “The ship!”
Abigail looked at her funnily. “Actually I was ow!”
Shawna nodded as she pinched Abigail’s thigh under the table. “It must be quite the change, living on the ship when you’re… so used to… trees?”
Drew looked between them as they smiled awkwardly. Trees.
“Yeah I’m sorry, I don’t really know a whole lot about planets.”
“They have trees!” Abigail agreed, “That’s how planets make oxygen.”
I don’t really know what you’re talking about.
“Like the trees bit or the oxygen bit?” Shawna asked.
Drew stared at her for a moment. I know what trees are. I don’t know the rest.
“What’s he saying?”
Shawna smirked as she realized that Abigail was completely relying on her for once. She decided not to abuse this power.
Yet.
“He doesn’t know about oxygen.”
“How does he not know about oxygen?”
I hunt for my village and bring back food. We don’t have a lot of time to learn about the past.
“That’s… fair.” Shawna said after she translated. “Well, you don’t have to hunt now. We can teach you all about oxygen and all that.”
Drew stared at her. He raised his hands like he wanted to say something. Then he put them back down.
“It’s alright dear.” He looked into her eyes. “Ask your question.”
Are we… supposed to… breed?
“What did he say?”
Shawna resisted the urge to tell her he wanted to breed her. Barely. “That’s a bit of a complicated question.”
It wasn’t really. Not to them. She wanted to fuck this freshly caught bull with every fiber of her being. But he wasn’t doing well. Even she could see that. And she was terrible with feelings.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. They’ll move us and you’ll get new ones.”
Drew’s face became inscrutable. Shawna thought he was going to say that he wanted to breed them. Or that he didn’t. She was knocked out of her body by what he actually said.
I just want to go home.
For one of the few times in her life, Shawna was speechless. That was horrible. This poor boy. This poor, handsome boy. She wanted to hug him. And without any ulterior motive. Which never happened.
I know it’s not there anymore. I was going to try and break out, but… There’s no point, is there? They’ll just bring me back.
Shawna didn’t know what to say. Her mouth gaped like a fish. Finally, she landed on: “I’m so sorry.”
“Shawna.” She looked over at Abigail, whose eyes were wide with fear. “What’s he saying?”
She looked back at Drew, who was staring blankly at the table. Shawna didn’t know how to deal with this. She didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t a funny quip or a joke that would dig him out of this hole. She didn’t want to leave Abigail in the dark, but… What he said was so sad. So personal? Shawna hardly knew the meaning of the word.
“He’s just… coping.”
Abigail’s eyes searched hers for more information. Finding nothing, she pursed her lips. Then she turned to the male with a small smile.
“Well Drew, do they have soup on your planet?”
…
He had quite the appetite.
Abigail made an entire cauldron and she was pretty sure Drew ate more than half of it in one sitting. Before she got to work, she dashed back to their room to put on some clothes. As much as she wanted to slip off her towel in front of him, Abigail didn’t really feel like that was the vibe of this particular male. She chose a small tshirt and some booty shorts. Nothing fancy. But when she came back to the kitchen, she could feel his eyes on her. Hungry for more than soup.
She hoped.
As he was chowing down at the table, she and Shawna poked at their bowls on the counter. “Hungry little man isn’t he?”
Abigail took a bite of soup and said nothing.
“Oh are you not talking to me now?”
“Well you aren’t talking to me.”
“Ugh!” Shawna rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself. Look at him.”
She looked up and watched him scarf down another bowl of soup. He looked longingly at the cauldron. Abigail nodded at him and said, “Help yourself.”
As he laddled more soup, Shawna whispered in her ear. “He looks like he’s been through hell. He’s eating like he hasn’t in weeks. You still want me to tell you what he told me in confidence?”
Abigail poked at her soup some more. “No…”
After what was probably his eighth bowl of soup, Drew tapped out. He seemed like he wanted to finish off the pot, but Abigail cut him off.
“You look like you’re going to explode.”
His belly was swollen and she worried that his surgery wound would split back open. He smiled, unconcerned and waved his hands in a mysterious language that only she didn’t know.
She looked at Shawna for translation. Through bites of soup, she said, “He said, ‘That’s the best meal I’ve ever had.'”
“Awww.” She beamed at him, trying not to think about what that could mean. “Thank you.”
He shook his head and made a simple wave.
“That means thank you.”
“So, ‘No thank you?'”
“Ehhh… More like, ‘No. Thank you!’ Loads of sign language is in the context of what you’re talking about.”
Abigail nodded like she understood and tried to file away the hand signal for “thank you” into her long term memory. She turned to Drew and said, “Well, you’re welcome then.”
She couldn’t help but check out his bulge. It was right there! That wasn’t her fault. He was just wearing underwear, so she could see how large his balls were. And how his cock was draped over them. The fabric was thin and stretched, it was literally being pulled down by the weight of his enormous cock. She could see the bulging veins. She could see her hand reaching out and…
Abigail looked into her soup. Mm, yes. Interesting soup. Look at that carrot.
Shawna chuckled next to her.
“Shut up,” Abigail muttered.
To try and take his mind off of whatever it was that was bothering him (and to take her mind off of his very suckable dick) Abigail asked, “So what do you like to do for fun?”
Drew appeared to be getting sleepy, but he signed something and Shawna translated, “He says, ‘Besides hunting?'”
“Yeah.”
“‘Dat ass.'”
Abigail rolled her eyes. The male smirked and raised an eyebrow at Shawna.
“Fine. ‘Dancing.'”
Abigail felt the heat rising to her face. “What kind of dancing?”
He looked a little uncomfortable. Shawna said for him, “‘Ballet, mostly. I also like ballroom dancing. I learned about something called ‘breakdancing’ and it seemed fun.'”
Shawna and Abigail looked at each other and smirked. “So wait a minute.” Shawna said, “You like ballet, ballroom dancing and breakdancing?”
He blushed and signed something.
“We’re not making fun of you, love! It’s just…”
“One of those things is not like the others.”
“Yeah.”
He sighed. Then looked at her and asked, “‘Well, what do you like to do for fun?'”
Abigail immediately thought about the dildo under their bed stuffed down her throat as tears streamed down her cheeks and said, “Oh I like to game, mostly.”
Drew signed something and Shawna said back, “No like, computer games. Abigail is very proud of her PS7.”
Drew stared at them blankly.
“Right. Well, a computer game is like”
“It would be easier to show you, honestly.” Abigail said. She stood up and waved at him. “C’mon.”
He stood up and followed her to the couch. He blushed when she sat right next to him. He was very flustered. She hadn’t even tried anything yet.
She started to show him how the T.V. worked and what the difference was between her gaming system and Shawna’s digital library of movies. He seemed to understand most of it, which Abigail was impressed with, but Shawna was flabbergasted by his lingo.
“You don’t have to call it a digital screen everytime,” she said. “It’s just a screen.”
He signed something at her.
“Yes, I know there are other screens! You just don’t see them around here. So we just call it a screen.”
Drew pursed his lips.
Abigail patted his knee. “It’s alright. You can call it whatever you want.”
“Easy for you to say.” Shawna mumbled. “You don’t have to translate for him.”
“So the game I’m currently addicted to is Cuphead.” Abigail gushed as she ignored her. “It’s an old 21st century game that was actually mimicking an older style of animation in the 20th century.”
“You lost him.”
“It looks fun, okay?” Abigail pouted. “I don’t know how else to describe it to him. It’s retro?”
“Oh, actually he does know what retro is.”
“Okay so it’s like retro’s retro.”
Drew nodded and scratched his chin.
Abigail continued to explain things about the T.V. to him, but eventually she got sucked into the game. The conversation trailed off until it became nonexistent and the only sound in the room was her clicking on the controller.
Drew’s snores snapped her out of it. She looked over at him and pouted at Shawna.
She waved her hand. “Let him sleep.”
“But…”
“He watched for as long as he could. Besides, the doc said he needed lots of rest, yeah?”
“Fine.” Abigail went back to the game.
“But hey, now you can check out his junk all you want.”
Her avatar died and floated off the screen as a ghost. “It’s huge.”
“I know, but you gotta be more subtle. He caught you a couple times.”
“He did?”
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. During that really long period of time where we were eating and you were gazing longingly into his underwear?”
Abigail went back to fighting on the digital screen. “I thought I was being sneaky.”
“Now you don’t have to be. Give it a looksie.”
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