#StitchedSaturday 2/2/19 – Thomas R. Clark

A Slice of Your Life

By Thomas R Clark

Dr. David Cabrera didn’t expect the specimen to mature as fast as she did.

It, not she. It’s a test subject, a specimen. This thing isn’t human, and most of all, don’t sexualize it!

He felt the migraine coming back. It built in intensity, in sync with the specimen’s rapid growth. But it wasn’t the only thing throbbing on his body. No, he couldn’t forget the painful boner in his pants.

Now fully developed, the anomalies the organism expressed were remarkable. The most obvious being the chitinous exoskeleton growing out of its spine. Long, spiked thorns stuck out of nodules in an arc, not unlike the worm’s, ending in a long curved tail. Claw-like spurs protruded from the bonier parts of the body, in tandem with the spinal ridge, the organism was gifted with the perfect for defenses from predators.

It was bipedal, and a mop of thick black hair covered the head, but it was her face…

Its face.

Its face was human, but not human. Orange and black with white spotting, it lacked a nose or anything resembling a nasal cavity. The mouth was an oval void, ridged with small, serrated teeth. Segmented into a triangle pattern, three eyes stared back at him. He found it hard to look back. The three white, soulless eyes made him unsettled. Still, she was alluring. The human parts of her were…

It, Goddamnit!

Dr. Cabrera looked away, changing his focus to the holographic models floating in the air before him. He reached his hand out, an artificial Monarch Butterfly landed on his wrist. It flickered like all holograms did. Next to it, squirming in perpetual stasis was a spiked hallucigenia worm. Extinct for 500 million years, its DNA was recovered from excursions into deep sea hydrothermal vents. This allowed reproduction of the simple, ancient predator. Rounding out the trio was a pulsating, three dimensional human ovum.

Two months passed since the DNA splicing machine put them all together. The thing they drew from the test tube six weeks ago was alien, larval. It cocooned soon after, and fell into hibernation. They watched it mutate and develop with X-rays. Each day of the incubation, Dave’s headaches came with more severity. Until today, when he came to work and found a humanoid chimera huddled in the corner of the lab.

Now he had a headache and a woody.

Dave didn’t expect to get a massive hard-on, It caught him by surprise. Who expects to go to work and have their pecker poking a tent in their trousers. The organism was doing something to cause it, he was certain. It was releasing a pheromone he found alluring. They would need to isolate and quarantine her.

It! It! It! Not she or her. It!

It looked scared, huddled in a near fetal position. Dave tried to calm it, assure it no harm was intended. As he neared it, the creature shirked into a smaller ball, its spiked tail flicking about. He extended an open hand. Under normal circumstances, the doctor knew better than to approach an alien organism without protection. But it wasn’t normal. Dave knew, deep in the back of his mind, something preternatural was forcing him to do this.

The creature’s tail whipped up and wrapped around his wrist, biting into it. He jerked his arm back. It didn’t budge, instead the opposite occurred. He was pulled to her. He struggled to break free. The tail’s grip was of steel. A clawed foot stepped on the doctor’s lab coat and a taloned hand grabbed him by the shoulder. It moved with grace and speed, forcing Dave to the floor of the lab and mounting him.

He didn’t resist as her sex found his. He need release and she gave it to him.

Yes, she!

A klaxon erupted throughout the facility. Red and yellow lights flashed in tandem as she rode him. Dave stared up at her bizarre, expressionless face, ecstasy and elation painted on his. He wished it would never end. Thrusting her pelvis onto his member, she embraced him, ripping his clothes and sticking her talons into the flesh of his back. Her tail slithered up his pant leg, tickling his calf and inner thigh. The tail’s tip found an entrance into Dave’s body cavity, causing him to climax into her.

“I love you!” He said, his body spasming.

And I love you. He thought he heard her say under the sharp crack of the hermetic seals of the lab locking.

The four inch thick Lexan muffled the clamor of the alarms. Jets of steam filled the lab and surrounding chambers, filling it with fog. Dave was well aware of the standard protocol for contamination at the lab. He also knew what was coming next. A moment later, his suspicions were confirmed. The gaseous steam ignited, immolating the inhabitants in a superheated ball of flame.

Dave didn’t care, he was happy his four hour boner was gone. Not to mention, he was far too dead to realize his headache was no longer a problem, living was.