(Rose)
I’ve been aware of the existence of that set of masculine attributes between my legs for a while already.
I knew it was there, and what is the technical purpose of that thingy; but the less I was reminded of its existence, the better I was.
I knew it was there, and it wasn’t reminding of its presence too strongly, so I could mind my own business in peace for a while.
I don’t know if this is how it happens for boys reaching puberty, but to it decided to suddenly wake up one night; without warning.
It was in a dream of anatomically incorrect depiction of sexual intercourse. Awake, I know enough of the human anatomy, for both genders genitalia to know how they should work together. Their geotry is not as horizontal as it was in that dream, weirdly. Not that it matters a lot, but the picture bugged afterward. It looked like a clumsy attempt at depiction of heterosexual intercourse made by soone who doesn’t really know what penis and vagina look like. And I do, so it was weird.
Anyway, fuzzy dream, looking queer in awaken retrospective. A scene where a weird looking penis, almost wider than it was long, entering completely vertically into the open lips of a vagina. The two unidentified persons lying down there, really on top of one another, facing each other, had this fantasized perfectly vertical motion of penetration. Why?
It was as if I was altogether feeling the sensation of the male persona, but watching this scene from behind them, looking closely at the odd looking intercourse.
I felt the sensation of sothing being pumped through this short but wide shaft, and pumped deep inside that vagina. I felt it.
A nice feeling woke up and I realised what had just happened as I found myself all sticky and damp around my penis.
Shite...
It was still the middle of the night.
Because we don’t wash ourselves every other day, and I didn’t want to waste water right away just to clean that, I just went to pick so leaves to wipe the stains and goo from and my clothes.
Stains and so sll would probably remain until the next wash, but tough luck...
I sighed in annoyance.
I got things as clean as I could for the ti being, so I returned to sleep, a little angry.
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On the next morning, as we were packing, all I could sll was this sticky stain lingering. The sll wasn’t that strong, but I was annoyed and overthinking it.
Bleue noticed sothing odd, but thankfully not on .
B – Co see this Rose.
Just a few steps away, there was a spot close to the shrubs and trees where odd little mushrooms and flowers add clearly appeared and grown overnight. They were mostly pale, cream or very pale green coloured. They were spreading their various species growth in the rough shape of a star, from a central spot and radiating spreads, in a spot of the grass where I could recognise so dry leaves remaining.
I sighed so deeply that Bleue looked at with intense focus from that mont. She knew I knew, and waited for to explain what I obviously was keeping from her about this.
I covered my forehead and then my face with my hands for a few seconds, annoyed, really annoyed; saying to myself this was not possible.
I was tensing up, and beginning to show signs of anger rising. Bleue noticed and instinctively made a small step away from . She intuitively guessed from my deanour that I needed a little more space, and that this anomaly was probably sohow her fault.
R – That... That thingy you gave , decided to bother last night. This is where I cleaned myself up. So... This result here more or less cos from yes...
Bleue’s eyes grew a little wider, she gawked at , agape. She then looked back at the small area of growing mushrooms and flowers just there, very obviously foreign to their surrounding cousin species.
B - You did this? That’s...
R - Disgusting..
B - No. That’s amazing! You did this?
She went down on her knees to examine closer the new plants that appeared there. Her passionate curiosity only increased my anger though.
B - They don’t look like seeds that would have been dormant in the ground and sprouted as when you grow a garden. They are foreign species, all of them... So that ans, their seeds co from... from you... You carried... or created life Rose.
R - I can’t say I feel happy about it. Despite how miraculous and fascinating this may look to you.
As sunlight begins to reach them, so of the small plants begin to tabolise pigntation and darken, picking up new colours Essentially a chlorophyll green, but others as well.
I’m sick of it. Bleue is amazed.
B - Co on, if it weren’t for where that cos from, you would be curious about them too.
R - That’s true...
Focusing, our eyes can see what looks like a drop of ink spreading through fibres of a low quality paper. It’s so of this invisible energy that has spread like branches like that, from the spill. It probably carried so information of old plants I encountered in the past, and consud or fused with what lied around in that fertile soil, creating these new plant lives.
First it spread as if flowing freely through and around, and then coagulated into droplets that later turned into plants rising from invisible seeds at an absurdly fast rate. They had enough vitality to grow a few centitres in half a night.
Not many things could grow naturally that fast.
They are a wonder.
Then again, it ans that thing I have sowhat is as well. And I’m far, far less happy about that.
R - So I might have the ability to create these kind of life forms now uh...
B - It would seem so. Though I guess that ans... well...
R - I’m thrilled...
I wasn’t exactly smiling saying that.
B - But still... If so much could grow with so little ti and efforts, maybe there could be uses for it. I an, maybe it could be helpful for us as we’re traveling...
R - ... Yeah, maybe... A fertiliser hm...
It wouldn’t be as amoral as cannibalism at least, and I guess it could be fertiliser like other kinds of waste can be.
But it would still be emotionally painful for , for this manly appendage remains disgusting to .
Bleue holds my hand to reassure .
I’m scarred of the wild ideas she could already have running through her right now.
B - You know, if you could grow vegetables rapidly and Ana lay enough eggs, we wouldn’t have much to worry anymore regarding food.
I sigh very deeply.
She’s laughing.
R - Then... You should be the one to produce milk for the three of us. Start working on that.
B - Wait, what? Oh... Hey!
I poked her and now I laugh.
Ana poked her chest too, probably just playing at mimicking .
I laugh even more. Bleue is flushed a beautiful red, holding a scream. Nice.
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