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gayconstruct · 3 months

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Humans are Weird — Fever

We literally heat up to cook our bodies when we can't ward off things with our immune cells, and there's a VERY slim margin for what's healthy vs what's not. If you'd like to skip the context portion scroll down to the second set of emdashes

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For some quick context, I use some consistent concepts and variations of time words under the impression there's a unified, simplified time scale in an intergalactic universal community

Shifts are 10 hours with hour lunches

There's 3 parts to every species day — Work, Relax, and Sleep — all 10 hours

Diurnal aliens including most humans are working in the mornings, relaxing in the evenings, and sleeping at night

Crepuscular aliens are working in the evenings, relaxing at night, sleeping in the morning

And Nocturnal aliens are working at night, relaxing in the morning, and sleeping in the evening

The clock is from 01:00 — 30:00 (simple 30 hour days for an even number and more leisure time) and rolls over to 01:00 from 30:59 with 01:00 being the roll over from night to morning

Time Increments

Seconds = Instants

Minutes = Moments

Hours = Periods

Days = Cycles

Weeks = Phases

Months = Stages

and Years = Terms

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Temperature Rising

Diverse biomes and work sectors began to stir to life, as the many species stationed upon the Integrated Vessel Ro’Vanna responded to the coming shift change. The Universal Timepiece, standard across the known universe, finally struck 0100 Cycles, the nocturnal species like the Umborra and Nostro eager to spend their recreational hours peacefully, while Diurnal species like the Shal’Dorei and newly integrated Humans were waking to begin another productive morning.

Qin, the most well known Troqir aboard and one of its select Charters, rushed to his station in the hub of the Astrometry Center, cranial crests flaring with an eagerness that to most of his crewmates would otherwise go unnoticed. Ready to start his shift as soon as his posterior hit the chair, the rather tall and muscular humanoid gracelessly plopped down, emitting quite the noise as he got started. Other species present had their full attention focused on their tasking at hand, not a single thought or care thrown to his quite hasty entrance to his station. Several crystalline scales in the crook of his neck iridesced at the thought of his companion joining him soon, his thoughts anywhere but the latest mapping data coming up on his Virtual HUD. Time passed quickly at first, the sturdy man pointing metallic fingers to different notifications that needed immediate attention, adjusting calculations to chart the next few thousand Cargo routes as he went. After roughly 14.5 moments, though, he turned to search for his oddly quiet coworker to notice that the Human had made no attempt to join him this morning, the thought causing a darker color to glisten across his crystal scaling.

He’s late.

Why is he late?

He specifically stated last night he’d “see me soon.”

He’s never this late.

For the first time in his life, Qin was completely out of focus. Several happy-go-lucky phases — human parlance, not his own — had enveloped him, exchanging his stark Troqir logicality for Human whimsy and curiosity. His work tempo was slower and uncoordinated, an unfamiliar feeling coalescing into the turbulent color shifts across his luminescent scales. Every instant that passed on the cargo vessel's timekeeper seemed to lurch at an uneven pace, a deepening pit forming at the base of his abdomen. For four and a half painstaking periods, Qin swallowed his personal thoughts to gain some form of traction on his workload, swallowing emotion as all of his people were taught and opting for diligent productivity, until - finally - the release of his allotted Nutrition Period arrived. There was no moment spared as his dense footfalls rushed towards his companions quarters, his focus unbroken as the ceiling dropped from 4 meters to a much tighter 2.4m. Qin, at just under 2.2 meters, absentmindedly ducked to overcompensate, having quickly become accustomed to this section and its many distinctions after quite a few visits.

There at last, the tall, silvery man reached what was worth looking for, a door which read in standard human language,

Room 152

Aspen Wright

With the slightest shake in his hand, Qin formed his digits into a fist to knock.

Knocking… he thought, quite the odd custom, but like many human practices, this was the most respectful of his companion’s personal space and time. For several instants, the silence in the Human Sector’s Hall allowed him no sweet mercy, the lone alien man uncertain what to do as his weight shifted back and forth between his feet, a metal clang ringing out with each motion. Thankfully, a digital projection finally slid across the width of the door, Entry Permitted, displayed in large English typeface.

Thank the Fathers and Mothers for universal translation.

With the invitation obvious and a rather low duck through the smaller door, Qin entered into the darkened room — the simulated window turned off, the curtains drawn, clothes strewn across the floor, and strange devices and pill capsules laid upon the table — not even the so-called “fairy lights” lit the quarters he had become so accustomed to. The Troqirian’s own voice came quieter than he expected, as he rasped out, “Aspen? Are you there?” A strange groan followed, then silence, then- a weary voice.

“Q-,” a cough, “Qin?”

“Y-yes… it is I, I am present,” a facepalm.

“Oh, this is a-” more coughing, “a surprise. Aren’t you on Lunch Break sweetie?”

For a moment, the light from Qin’s Luminescent Scales - ones at his nape, a few at his crests, even the ones on his exposed digits - shined brighter than before, a rainbow of colors flowing across their surface at the thought of being a “sweetie”, before taking a dim, solemn purple. “I- yes, but when you did not show up promptly 15 moments late after last night's recreation I- I began to worry. Lateness? Normal to an extent. Absence??? Abnormal, even for you… Did I… do something wrong? Did our meetings and leisure time make work uncomfortable for you?”

For his first time that entire cycle, Aspen bolted upright with a purpose, but immediately regretted it as a wave of dizziness caused the room to spin around him before he fell the wrong direction, right out of his bed into the floor.

The sight startled Qin, having no frame of reference where the human man was until now, “Fathers and Mothers! Aspen, are you injured!?”

With a weak chuckle and the groan of even more pain, he responded in turn, “I’m fine, I’m fine… I’m sorry to worry you, you never make me uncomfortable dear, I’m just a bit [under the weather] today.” Another small laugh came, and then he continued, “I was trying to tell you that, and I- I must’ve moved too fast… everything is- ugh everything is spinning. Could you help me back into bed?”

Frantic to assist, Qin’s larger form - clumsy in the smaller space, helped lie the smaller, lighter human in his nest, placing his head upon the pillow. Once situated, he covered the small man, as many human’s liked, and noticed his skin far hotter to the touch than normal, homeostatic balance oddly off. “Damn translator…” a joyous light crossing his scales as he used the human swear as he’d been taught, “for whatever reason the English to Troqirian dictionary hasn’t found a suitable translation for your imprecise speech… Could you please explain?”

“Ah, thank you for the lift, love.” Settling for an instant, eyes closed and his head on the pillow, Aspen pondered with a clouded, slow mind, trying to search for the words as his body ached and caught a chill. “... uh- an English idiom of common use in my native tongue… it’s like… to feel sick, to be unwell. I didn’t go to my work shift today because I’m too sick to go… I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t contact you to say something, this fever is really kicking my ass.”

Fever? What in the Cradles was a Fever?

“Ah… Fever- yes. Hmm, and that is… The translator states you have an elevated temperature? You were hot to the touch, hot because you’re currently ill, or ‘under the weather’ as it were?” Pondering his line of thinking, Qin couldn’t help but attempt to puzzle it together, his evolved logic center placing presented data together to reach understanding.

Why is his temperature so elevated? He… he’s too hot… His temperature felt at least 311.8°K through my temperature cells… Humans are on average 310.2°K and their species exhibits signs of death at temperatures of 315°K or more… Fathers and Mothers that’s far too close. That is far too close.

Startling Aspen’s tired eyes open, the large metallic man started in with question after question, “How are you okay? You were perfectly normal yesterday. You’re temperature is far too elevated! Are you dying? Do you need emergency services? I can call the Human Physician on board! I can, I can, I-”

“Stop. It is gonna be okay. This- uh this is a normal human response to various pathogens our immune system is unable to combat with its defense cells, so we get hotter and hotter to try to kill the invader before it can do too much damage. I’ve already spoken to the captain and the doctor and I was given some things to bolster my strength while I attempt to naturally ride out my fever. It’s gonna be okay Qin, I’m gonna be okay. The fever just has to kill the pathogen and it’ll break on its own.”

For several quiet moments Qin sat in disbelief at such a process. Actively breaking their delicate homeostasis for an illness? Their specialized cells unable to do it on their own??? He found himself running his digits through his smaller companions' hair as he pondered. He looked so weak, so small, so… precious.

Breaking the deathly silence with a few coughs, Aspen shuddered from his fever chills, squinting to the light of Qin’s scales before smiling to himself, “I can see your scared glow through my eyelids, Qin, I promise I’m okay… though the comforting touch is nice.”

“Well your eyelids are thin layers containing Keratin and Collagen, it's a miracle your species is alive…”

A laugh, somewhat stronger this time, escaped Aspen’s lips as he smiled again, “And yours have thick metallic plates and the most beautiful glowing scales I’ve ever seen. What about it?”

A hot reddish-pink overtook the Troqir’s luminescent features as he realized what power the smaller man held over him. The power to care. The power to worry. The power to be emotionally honest, something found few and far between his own people.

The power to be bold.

“Th-they’re beautiful, you… are beautiful, Aspen… I’m sorry I haven’t said it sooner. You always try to make advances on me, and I always try to deflect them with feigned ignorance.”

Slowly, the small human man scooted to leave some room next to himself in the bed, the blanket moving and leaving him even colder than he already was, “Please… could you stay with me a while longer… could you… could you cuddle me to keep me warm?”

The pink glow wouldn’t cease for some time, as the giant of a man laid down on the small bed and wrapped his warm silvery arms around his companion, a small humming noise coming from deep in his throat like a pur. Aspen snuggled close to stifle his chills, overjoyed to know his feelings were reciprocated. Feeling the radiant heat from his alien partner, he drifted into peaceful sleep for the first time that awful sick day.

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slimeboy77 · 6 months

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A new cocktail

The bartender, was finishing to clean up the tables after the last few customers were gone. It was very late, the night had been long and he was ready to close and go back home.

While reaching the last table at the back of the hall, he noticed a drink he didn't remember serving nor having on his card. He was curious about it. It was a green liquid with a thick appearance to it, the kind of substance he would be keen on adding to his mixing skills if he knew how.

He took the drink in his hands and brought it to his face to smell it. Sure, drinking something so suspicious could be dangerous, but smelling it could do no harm, or so did he think. That's when the liquid started moving on its own towards bartender's nose.

He did not have any chance to back off as the substance was already penetrating his breathing system at a surprisingly fast pace. It only took a few seconds before the bartender felt himself suffocating and falling down unconscious on the ground with the now empty glass in his hand.

He woke up a moment later feeling very strange. He was breathing again, but there was a liquid feel to it, similar to when you have a heavy cold and feel the muqus traveling through your lungs. But he was feeling more than fine, the tiredness was gone replaced with a new energy he had not felt in years.

He stood up, but noticed a strange noise as he did. Drops were falling at a slow and even pace on the ground. He looked down and realised he himself was the source of the dripping. That's when he touched his face just to meet with a wet substance that was seemingly oozing from himself. Worried about what was happening to him, he quickly moved to the toilets to see his reflection in the mirror. Panic started taking over when he saw his face was dripping in green goo that his own body seemed to be producing.

He took a step back, feeling like he was about to pass out again. But suddenly he felt a wave of warmth and peacefulness coming from inside him taking over. The panic was slowly dissipating, letting a new feeling of curiosity and calm replace it. He moved closer to the mirror again and observed his whole body, now also realising his clothes were getting wetter and greener by the second.

Now fully aware of a transformation process happening, he removed his shirt to see his torso, more defined than ever, oozing the green goo and covering his skin completely. With each and every liquid breath he was taking, his body was taking a different shape. His shoulders were broadening, his pecs were inflating, his abs were becoming more and more defined. The regular looking bartender that was there a few moments before was no more, a green hot and muscular gooey man was now standing his place.

The front door of the bar opened, making the bell cling in the meantime. A man entered the main hall and immediately shouted "anyone around?" in a voice affected by all the alcohol he had drunk that night. A moment passed, and the man stepped further into the hall, looking for the owner: "Hello?" he shouted again before shrugging and turning around towards the exit. He started moving back to the main door when he heard a voice behind him.

"The bar is closed sir, but maybe I can do something for you?" The voice was deep and sensual. The man turned around again to see a muscular shirtless and handsome man who was coming out of the bathroom. Impressed by the view that was in front of him, the man took a heavy breath before muttering: "I... Why... Hmmmm. I mean yes please. I was there earlier tonight and I think I've forgotten my jacket. Must have had one too many drinks."

"Oh is that so?" replied the shirtless figure, moving closer to the customer. The latter was like hypnotized by the handsomeness of the man walking towards him, he couldn't help but examine the details of his body as he was moving slowly in his direction. The customer was suddenly feeling very warm, and starting to have dirty thoughts of what might end up happening with such a gorgeous man. He was so focused on the man's body that he did not pay attention to the green liquid that was left on the ground at every step the owner of the bar was taking.

The bartender continued walking towards the customer until he was in very close range. "I don't think I've found a jacket unfortunately, but I may have something else for you." That's when he started bending over to reach the other man's face for a deep kiss. The customer was taken by surprise, but he did not push back. He was thinking that was his chance to make the night just that more memorable, and he so deeply wanted it that he was all too happy not to have to provoke it.

He was feeling the tongue of the bar tender playing with his own and trying to reach deep in his mouth. He noticed a strange taste but he thought that must have been the alcohol playing with his taste buds. After a long and uninterrupted kissing, he was starting to feel slightly more drunk, as if the alcohol he had had that night was only starting to get into effect now.

The bar owner in the meantime wasn't losing any time and started removing his customer's clothes while slowly pushing him towards one of the tables. Both men were sporting a pretty visible erection below their pants as they continued kissing deeply. The customer was exploring the bartender's body in details and reaching down to his trousers. A couple moments later, the two men were still making out, both completely naked. The customer was feeling more and more drunk but was not bothered a single second by the feeling, as he was enjoying himself too much to care at this point. He let himself be carried over the table as the men broke their kiss and he followed the signs of his sensual partner pushing him around to take a doggy position.

The bar owner now facing his customer's butt cheeks didn't lose a single moment and started digging deep in the hole of the other man, creating an immediate moaning and approving reaction. His tongue was morphing inside the flesh and getting longer and wetter, producing some fluids that were being inserted in the customer's insides and helping his hole relax and loosen. The stimulation was intense, and the moaning was not stopping as both men seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot. After a few minutes of rimming, the bar owner removed his head from the customer's butt and used his new morphing powers to make his legs grow taller, so that his heavy engorged cock would reach the rear entrance of the other man without any issue. "Are you ready for more?" he asked with his deep voice. He did not leave any room for his sexual partner to reply as he immediately started digging deep into his dilated hole.

His huge dick got in without any trouble after all the preparation and the moaning started again with a new strength this time. He immediately went on accelerating his movements inside the hole. The customer was in full bliss and was not able to think of anything else than the dick that was working up his insides. Never had he felt such intense stimulation before, and the dizziness he was under made all the feelings of pain completely disappear. It's as if he had been made for this.

But it did not end here. The bartender's powers allowed him to apply more matter to his already enormous penis, slowly gaining both in girth and length, spreading the hole of his customer more and more while reaching deeper in him at the same time. The intensity of the session was getting stronger by the minute for the man still sitting on all fours on the table. Orgasm after orgasm, the moaning turning into and uncontrolled screaming as he felt himself fuller and fuller. He did not even need to touch himself to feel like he was at the edge of cumming. It only took a few more movements from the bar tender for him to feel the release coming in the most intense orgasm he had ever felt.

The bartender, reaching way beyond any humanly possible size inside of his customer, felt the insides of the man stimulating his monstrous member. A moment later, he started coming inside him with an unstoppable flow of liquid that was filling the guts of his customer, slowly inflating his stomach with his own body fluids. The man on the table passed out from the intensity of the session, and the bartender retreated himself as green goo was dripping from the stretched and very full hole of the now unconscious man. It did not take long before he was able to see already the first few small drops of green liquid slowly oozing out of the unconscious man's skin as his own transformation was taking place.

The bartender smiled as he was looking at his first creation, his body returning to his now natural green and gooey shape. The bar was going to be very different from now on and he was very excited to open again the following days for more new drinks and transformations.

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