Archive-name: Fantasy/mindstar.03
Archive-author: Jeff Buser - (C) 1990
Archive-title: Those Of A Mindstar Born - 3


The console buzzed.  Wendy answered; it was Sarah.

"I hope you're not still angry".

"It doesn't matter".

"I think I really made a mistake by telling you that I had planned what 
happened.  I mean, the thought had come up, but when I was there what I did 
was completely spontaneous.  It wouldn't have been any more misleading to say 
that I hadn't planned it, actually, so if .  .  ."

"Look, I really don't care," Wendy lied.  "Just tell me about the
organization".

"It doesn't have a name.  We plan and implement strategies to assist the 
'jacs in their current struggle for survival.  We're meeting tonight at 1900. 
Here's the address".

Sarah flashed the addess across and Wendy hit the save bar.

"OK.  I'll be there.  But please, just don't try to come across all chummy to 
me in front of your friends or I won't be sticking around".

"Whatever you want".

Wendy started to say something and stopped.  "All right," she said , 
"thanks".

She broke the connection and brought the address back up on the screen.  It 
was in another residential section of the compound, near the seedship 
monument.  She noticed that she had saved the whole screen and not just the 
address, so she separated the text and filed it.  Then, before clearing the 
screen she ran a hardcopy of the remaining image.  She tore off the output, 
wondering as she did so why she had.  Sarah's smiling face stared from the 
paper.  She pulled off the edges and put the paper with her other pictures.

At 1830 Wendy threw her document pack and other stuff in a shoulderbag and 
left her rooms.  She had decided to walk rather than take the transit, 
something she had once done more often than not, but recently had stopped. 
The evening air was warm but she felt slightly chilled, not necessarily cold, 
but unprotected.  The morning's enthusiasm had worn off and had been replaced 
by a growing, malignant melancholy.  Maybe tonight there would be others with 
the same feelings, others with ideas.

As she approached the central compound, Wendy began feeling a little more 
secure.  Soon she was within the oldest, sealed part of the complex, walking 
through tunnels bright with artificial light.  The glow of the residential 
dome to which she was going shone on Wendy through the skylights above as she 
approached.  Many transits whistled by, but she saw few pedestrians.  She had 
expected the meeting to take place in a public conference room or activity 
center, but when she reached the level specified in the address all she saw 
were living quarters.  This was one of the oldest domes in the compound, and 
seemed in relation to her new place in the outskirts very spartan and dull. 
She pressed the announcer, noticing it was an quaint old style mechanical 
contact switch, and was buzzed in.

The room was abuzz with conversation.  The host (at least Wendy assumed she 
was the host) introduced herself as Carli Silver and offered Wendy a drink; 
Wendy took an unflavored water.  Carli was a particularly attrctive woman; 
her face had bold features which she chose not to accentuate with any 
cosmetic aid; in fact, she wore no face or bodypaint at all.  She had deep 
set blue eyes, pale as ice with long black lashes, nose straight and thin as 
a laser, full red lips with just a trace of pouting, downturned corners, and 
a chin and jawline so gracefully curved that Wendy thought they must surely 
have been computer generated.  Her thick blonde hair was cropped close to the 
skull in a spacer cut, somethng not ordinarily considered too fashionable;  
on Carli it was the coup de grace that marked her as one of the compound's 
truly beautiful residents.

There were some brief introductions but the walk had taken longer than Wendy 
had anticipated and the meeting started only a few minutes after she arrived. 
There were about a dozen people in the room, only a few of whom Wendy 
recognized.  Sarah was there, and beside her was Vera Ellefson, another 
co-worker from BTech.  Vera was from Control Systems, Wendy's own department; 
she and Wendy knew a lot of the same people professionally and socially.  The 
only other person whose face was known to Wendy was Maria Dio, a local 
representative of the information service.  Maria was also a highly 
attractive woman, but her appearance was that of Everywoman;  she was the 
true generic standard by which all who were really interested in keeping up 
with the latest fashion would be judged.  Her long, brown hair was curled in 
just the right places, pulled at just the right angles.  Her face had an 
uncanny symmetry; perfectly spaced eyes balanced a perfectly formed mouth and 
her perfect nose turned up at just the right angle.  She used just the right 
amounts and shades of subtle, natural facepaint and bodypaint which a casual 
observer might not even have noticed she was wearing to direct one's 
attention to the right spots, and was so poised and graceful that there 
seemed to be no wrong spots. Wendy thought she looked amazingly close to her 
on-screen appearance. 

When the meeting began, Carli began by welcoming everyone and presenting 
Wendy officially to the group and then turned the meeting over to Sarah.  She 
came to the first order of business immediately.

"As always, our first priority is to locate others who may be interested in 
our goals.  If anyone has thought of an acquaintance who has ever expressed 
as much as a little dicontentment over the present state of affairs, please 
mark it in the register".

Wendy noticed that everyone had produced a datapad.  Carli, was apparently 
taking minutes, as her fingers were flying over her pad keyboard-style. Wendy 
wondered why they didn't just use one pad and set it for A/V record. They 
talked about some prospects, and about recent experiences and observations 
that were relevant to the discussion.  Finally, Sarah dropped her bombshell;  
she and Kate Jons, the exobiologist, had procured a specimen of an affected 
ejaculoid and had smuggled it into the central compound.  They were going to 
try to save it.  She asked Wendy to assist.  Wendy felt a little 
uncomfortable, being new and yet chosen out of all these other members, but 
everyone looked as if they had expected her to be asked, so she consented.

Kate was a pretty girl with an intellegent face;  it was always difficult to 
tell, but Wendy knew she couldn't possibly be more than thirty years old.  
She was very thin, with small breasts and narrow hips;  the bright red sash 
she wore at her waist offset this somewhat, but Wendy thought that it was 
probably worn because Kate liked the nonconformist image it lent her and not 
because it made her look fuller.  Kate explained some of her theories, 
obviously uncomfortable in front of the group.  She keyed on what was known 
about the ejaculoid life cycle and how the Prophylactans, by absorbing the 
discharge of the 'jacs were interrupting not only the reproductive cycle but 
probably the food chain as well.  Soon following this, the meeting broke up, 
and after some perfunctory 'good nights' four of them were alone in the main 
room.

Wendy followed Carli, Sarah and Kate to the 'examination room', really just a 
spare bedroom with some space cleared and a few pieces of equipment.  There 
in an electronic cage sat a 'jac, covered by a Prophylactan.  The 'jac lay 
motionless, about half the size of a human.  It's neck was long and about the 
thickness of a human wrist, ending in a rounded head.  The body was an almost 
perfect sphere and at the front where the neck connected to the body were two 
swollen convex projections like breasts.  The prophylactan covered very 
nearly the whole body;  it constricted at the neck to fit the 'jac like a 
glove.  The only opening was a slight gap where the Prophylacatan's perimeter 
had drawn up after covering the 'jac.

Kate seemed now to be in her element.  She switched off the cage barrier and directed the others in the removal procedure with a speed and grace which amazed Wendy;  she was able to communicate her instructions with such clarity and efficiency that within twenty minutes the Prophylactan was stuggling madly in their hands.  It was fortunate that the 'jac had not been discharging at all recently;  only the crisp dryness of the Prophylactan's skin allowed the four of them to hold onto it at all.  Kate stomped a switch to open another small cage and they threw the creature in, fluttering and thrashing.  Kate touched a pad on the control panel and the invisible barrier snapped on, signalling it's activation with a warning buzz. 
They turned immediately to the 'jac.  It lay still, motionless on the table. 
Kate administered a moisturizer to it's cracked, dry skin.  She examined it, 
but could not get it to respond.  She looked to Wendy, questioning.  "The 
sacs seem to be full, but there's no discharge at all.  It must be a 
defensive reaction to the Prophylactans; trying to starve the invaders 
without starving themselves.  It looks like it's not working . . ."

Wendy moistened her hands in a basin of water and carefully stroked the skin, 
feeling the damage done by the invader;  the flesh was soft and limp.  She 
pressed her face against it's body, nuzzling her nose between the sacs and 
licking tenderly.  The head moved a little, straining to reach her loving 
face.

Wendy took the ejaculoid's whole head into her mouth.  It was all she could 
do to get it in to the rim, but when her lips slipped over that edge and 
brushed the the 'jac's neck, she felt it quiver and begin to stiffen.  She 
splashed her hands in the water again and ran her hands up and down it's 
neck; it responded by growing firmer as she touched it.  She gently stroked 
down to the base of it's neck, massaging it's body and holding the two 
rounded organs lightly cupped in her hands.  When she softly squeezed them in 
her palms, the 'jac went fully hard; she felt a surge of movement beneath 
it's skin which rippled up through the neck, pulsed through the head, and 
erupted down her throat as the thickest, hardest, longest wad of discharge 
she had ever felt from a 'jac this size.  She swallowed madly, but it was no 
use.  The juice sprayed from the tiny gaps between her lips and the 'jac's 
head at high pressure, spattering large droplets on the 'jac's body and on 
the watching group members.  

As the wave subsided, Wendy allowed the 'jac's head to slip from her drenched 
lips.  The juice was thicker than she had ever seen it, almost like putty;  a 
strand from the wad still running down her throat extended out of her open 
mouth to the 'jac's discharge orifice, tenaciously hanging in midair, silvery 
droplets running along it's length to the center point.  She pulled the 
strand to one side with her tounge, shaking it;  some of the running droplets 
dislodged and began rappelling from the thickest line of jism to the floor on 
little streaming trails of their own.  Wendy closed her lips and pulled her 
head back and the line finally broke.  One end of the strand now was hanging 
from the 'jac's head;  the other swung backwards and contacted Wendy's 
breast, sticking and forming a shiny little buttress from her nipple to her 
chin.  Carli looked hungrily at the residue on Wendy's body.

"May I?"  she asked.

"Sure."

Carli moved over to Wendy and began licking the jism from her face.  Her 
tounge circled the perimeter of Wendy's mouth and then dipped between her 
lips, scooping the sticky fluid from between her teeth and gums.  She moved 
her mouth down over Wendy's chin, lapping up the remaining gobs dangling 
there and then followed the slimy trail down to Wendy's breasts.  She cleaned 
all around the area and finally sucked the last traces from Wendy's hardened 
nipple.  This last was a little more difficult due to the corrugated contours 
of that surface and Carli lingered there, tasting the last few minute 
portions of juice flowing into her mouth.

"Thanks.  I needed that," Carli smiled.

"My pleasure," Wendy grinned back.  With some relish, Wendy noticed that 
Sarah was conspicuously ingnoring the whole exchange.  A little guilt, 
perhaps?  Or, more likely now that she thought about it, Wendy figured that 
Sarah really was totally absorbed in assisting Kate with the 'jac.  A born 
leader.  She and Carli set about cleaning up, though Sarah and Kate did most 
of the real work. When everything was secure, they went back to the main 
room.

"So now," Sarah began, "we obviously can't let this guy back outside; it'd 
just be attacked again as soon as it got outside the seals".

"I say we wait until the next meeting and put it before the group," Carli 
stated.

Kate disagreed.  "No, they'd probably want the Prophylactan destroyed, and I 
want to examine it further".

"Why bother examining it?," Wendy asked.  "They've captured specimens before 
without results".

"If they had tried everything, they might have had results.  There has to be 
something they missed," Kate answered, "or something they never thought of".

"Alright," Sarah decided, "you keep the Prophylactan and we'll decide next 
time about the 'jac.  Do you have facilities"?

"Already set up".

"Good.  Carli, can the 'jac stay here"?

"It seemed to respond better to Wendy; don't you think she should take care 
of it"?

"Too dangerous.  It's too big to move inconspicuously, and if anybody found 
out we had native life inside the seals we'd be history".

"Then maybe Wendy should stay here," Carli said, turning to face Wendy, "if 
that's OK with you".

"That might be a good idea, especially if it's ok to have the next meeting 
here as well", Sarah added.

"Well," Wendy began "I don't . . ."

"You'll be closer to work, and it won't be long.  Maybe two days," Sarah 
explained.  Being chummy she wasn't; this was stricly professional.

"Good.  Then it's settled.  We'll meet here the day after tomorrow at 1900. 
See you then".

Sarah and Kate left together, talking excitedly in hushed tones about their 
success and their chances for further actions.  Wendy excused herself to 
return to her rooms and get together a few things for the stay.  She caught a 
transit back to the outskirts.  As the transit slowed for her stop she lifted 
her head from where it had been resting, propped up on her elbow.  She was 
smiling.

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