Izzy wakes slowly. She shifts the thin blanket that came with the cramped room; she pulls it tight to herself, certain that yesterday was a bad dream. “Jacob?” she whispers, looking around, but she is alone. Her heart races.
She pokes her head out into the promenade, still only wearing her T-shirt. “Where did you go?” she asks.
The bonsai tree she has asked looks at her blankly; in the 97 years it has existed, no one has directly addressed it. Let alone be asked such a ridiculous question, it refuses to answer.
She looks at her phone. It’s 8:30 in the morning, and her heart races faster. “I missed my appointment with him! Shit, shit, fuck, shit,” she groans, “damn.”
Jacob is in one of the bathrooms; he had woken up frustrated and needing to attend to nature’s call. He stands in front of the toilet and untapes his diaper, letting it fall to the floor. He then sits on the toilet and begins to go pee when a pair of white plastic claws grabs hold of his thighs, locking him in place.
“What the hell?” Jacob says, struggling to get free. He pulls on the plastic holding him in place, but the rigid material won’t bend or move out of his way.
Unbeknownst to Jacob, a water nozzle is rising out of the toilet. “Beginning purging,” a soft robotic female voice says as warm water squirts outward. Cameras track the angle and dial in till it is squirting directly on Jacob’s anus. As the pressure rises, it forces its way inside.
Jacob squirms, horrified. “Help!” he shouts, but the only person who can hear him is Marvin, who has decided Jacob could use a Dirlaxian purge.
“Don’t purge me!” Jacob shouts as the water jet has finally reached the proper angle to purge him. If he were a Dirlaxian, the scent gland would reside inside the anus at approximately the same spot as a human prostate.
Jacob squeals as the jet begins swirling and pulsing, massaging his prostate. He looks around for a cancel button and sees nothing, not even a button to press.
The female voice says, “Purging cycle 20% complete.”
Jacob is still trying to pry the plastic claws holding him in place. His face starts to flush as he is filled with a warm sensation, the jetting making his cock leak precum; it drips uselessly into the toilet. He stifles a moan, instinctually humping the air, but he finds that isn’t the motion he needs. He starts slowly pushing backwards towards the jet.
The water pressure increases, making Jacob squeal, “Oh, oh no.” The warm feeling makes his jaw hurt and spreads down his spine to his fingertips as he begins to have a forced prostate orgasm.
The toilet dings loudly. “Purge complete. Beginning draining,” it says in a much happier voice, filling Jacob’s head with the notion that the voice actor must have been holding her thumb up and winking while recording. He leans back, breathing hard as he drains out the water.
“Draining complete. Begin drying,” the voice proclaims.
Jacob shifts uncomfortably in the plastic claws as warm dry air is blown at his butt.
“Drying complete,” the obnoxiously cheerful voice says as the claws retract, leaving faint red lines on his thighs from the pressure. “Please enjoy the rest of your day,” the toilet says and goes quiet.
Jacob stands up and looks at the toilet like it is the devil. “Are you serious? I was just going to take the diaper off, but now who knows how much water is in me?” He sighs loudly and deeply and picks it up and starts to tape the diaper back onto himself, pushing the frustrating erection out of the way.
Jacob turns his attention to the toilet controls and sees the words “Dirlaxian Purge” in bright red letters. Jacob taps the screen, and it says other alien sound names till it says “human.” He leaves it on this setting.
“What the hell is a Dirlaxian?” He questions while his cock is finally softening as he opens the door to the bathroom. Outside he is greeted by Marvin looking at him from reception 10 feet away.
Marvin is smirking like he just saw something funny because he has—more specifically, he heard—something funny: a hapless human getting a power enema because he was too ignorant to read the species selector.
Jacob glares at Marvin. “What did you do? Did you change the setting?” Jacob moves toward the reception desk, the soft sound of crinkling lost in the soft sound of the air recirculation system.
“Why would I do that when you will just do it to yourself?” Marvin says with the same grin on his face as before. He turns his back to Jacob and types on the terminal.
Jacob glares at the man for several seconds, plotting his revenge before deciding it wasn’t worth it. He walks back to the cupboard of a room to find Izzy lying on the bed. Her fingers between the lips of her vagina. The other hand is playing with her phone.
“Where did you go?” she asks, lowering the phone.
“Bathroom…” Jacob answers, preparing himself to have the hard conversation about boundaries. About how this astronaut guy is human and she isn’t on birth control. About how he feels she doesn’t love him anymore. About how his world is crumbling and she is lying there touching herself.
There is a loud knock on the door, and Jacob turns around and opens the door a crack. He sees it is Trevor and unthinkingly opens the door wider.
Trevor gets more than he bargained for; as he looks around the room, he sees Izzy lying half-naked, hand touching herself, and swallows hard. “The boss needs Izzy for a few hours if she is up for it. Once she finishes, maybe? No, he needs her right now; you can, uh, finish later.”
Izzy throws a pillow at Trevor’s head. “I am not that kind of girl.”
Trevor falls backwards. Then he stands up. “He wants you to stand in negotiations with him. There is a female leader who wants to talk with him, but she refuses to acknowledge males of her own or other species unless accompanied by a female.” He throws the pillow back at her, “And you are the female.”
Izzy, frustrated by this entire trip and everyone who is trying to stand between her and her Charles, not quite shouts, “Get out, let me get dressed.” She pushes Jacob’s butt with her foot, pushing him out of the room, not out of malice but necessity.
She stands up, and she attempts to dress to impress. In low gravity, she looks at herself in the mirror; her breasts are so perky, and her face is free from the worst of the effects of gravity. She looks 10 years younger.
She digs in her bag and puts on a wine-colored push-up bra, admiring how full it makes her breasts look. She bounces lightly on her feet and watches as they bounce lightly in the low gravity. She wonders if he will be the one to take it off her later.
Charles.
She puts on a matching thong with a flowy purple top with puff sleeves and white shorts. She flip-flops back and forth between sneakers and slippers before deciding to go with neither; the low gravity is tough enough without adding in shoes. She eyes herself in the mirror and frowns. “I can do better for him,” she whispers.
She digs in her bag and pulls out her makeup. She quickly rubs in some foundation before brightening her cheeks and putting on red lipstick. She admires herself in the mirror. “That’s better.”
Trevor and Jacob stand outside the room and talk. “So how long have you been doing this?” Jacob asks.
“Doing what?” Trevor asks, “Waiting here for your girlfriend to get dressed?”
“You know,” Jacob waves his hands around expressively.
Trevor rubs his eyes. He didn’t sleep well last night. Jack was restless. “5 years? I forget? Feels like longer.”
Jacob raises an eyebrow. “How do you do it?”
Trevor gives him a single raised eyebrow. “Do this job? Or do you mean something else?”
Jacob looks at Trevor and says, “nothing bad.” He raises his hands defensively. “Just while Mr. Harrington seems like a nice guy, he seems commanding and degrading.”
Trevor glares at Jacob in a newfound light. “The things Izzy does to you are degrading. Mr. Harrington takes very good care of me.”
Jacob, realizing his mistake, stops and thinks, “That’s not fair,” he says.
Trevor laughs. “Life’s not fair. Izzy, Are you ready to go?”
“One minute,” Izzy yells out, finishing combing her hair.
Jacob watches as Izzy comes out looking beautiful in the outfit and makeup, with her hair done; she even put on a small amount of perfume.
“Ok, take me to your leader,” Izzy laughs hard. “Yeah, I have always wanted to say that.”
Trevor rolls his eyes. “See you around, Jacob.”
Jacob stands alone at the door to room 13. He watches Izzy stumble away and Trevor move with more skill but not grace. He stands there looking around, his stomach rumbling.
The door marked “engine room” opens, and a man wearing a tuxedo walks out, looks at Jacob, and approaches him. Jacob notices he is covered in large circular scales. “Hey man,” the man hisses with a forked tongue. “You got 5 credits? I just lost big, but I know I can get it back.”
Jacob shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t have any credits.”
The snake-like human gets close to Jacob’s face and hisses at him, “Not cool, man; I lost a lot of money, and now I can’t get it back. Thanks for nothing, man.” The snake person walks down the center of the promenade.
Jacob notices that his feet don’t quite touch the ground, like very bad 90’s walking animation. And that’s when it hits him—the snake-man is hovering. Jacob gets confirmation of his theory once the snake man gets near the airlock to his ship; the snake man stops pretending and just hangs from the gravity harness and floats into his ship.
