AU - Go See The Captain 4 (Patreon)

As I've said, I've had SEVERAL ideas for this. Also an opportunity to answer a couple of question people have had about geroo in general. Maybe not definitively, but the answers I've been leaning toward nevertheless.

Go See The Captain 1

Go See The Captain 2

Go See The Captain 3

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Counselor Jakari leaned back in her seat, clasping her paws over her knee. “But there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Yumui rubbed the back of his neck. “Not with being gay, no.”

The counselor put a concerned look on her ears. “You don’t feel put off by discovering this about yourself?”

“It’s not that…”

“Is it getting in the way of your work?”

“Strangely, no,” Yumui said. “Though I was concerned about it for a while. It seems like everyone is just having more sex than they used to.”

“But they keep it to off-hours.”

“More or less…” Yumui’s ears burned.

“And you don’t feel put off by others having sex?”

The pale yellow geroo shook his head.

“Then what is the problem?”

Yumui stood up from the couch and started pacing back and forth across the carpeted office. He gesticulated wildly as he unloaded his thoughts. “It’s hard to explain. Something feels off about all of this. Like I grew up thinking things were a certain way, and all of a sudden it feels like this secret was suddenly sprung upon me. Like I’m the target of some elaborate practical joke.”

Jakari tilted her head this way and that. “But not the fact that you’re gay?”

“That’s the weird thing,” Yumui clasped one paw in the other, twisting them like he might have wrenched one off at the wrist. “I keep thinking back to my adolescence. Cause you know… geroo who have male inclinations usually say there were signs when they were young. Like, sneaking peeks in shower rooms. Liking hugs from males more than females. Even outright obsession with masculine features. And they usually say they were blind to it until they had this realization of, ‘oh… I guess that explains it’.”

Jakari nodded. “That’s a common experience.”

“But I can’t think of anything!” Yumui said. “Nothing’s jumped out at me that says I had to have been gay. I would have thought I’d have some experience like getting really close to a male friend—which I have, several times. But it never stirred anything in me. I honestly, genuinely, just thought of Oskorth as a very good friend and had not once gotten weird feelings thinking about him.”

Jakari, patient as she ever was, leaned back in her seat. “And now?”

Yumui blushed fiercely, burying his face in his paws. “…I asked if he wanted to trade beads.”

Jakari perked her ears. She had, until that moment, been rather composed, taking in everything Yumui said with a calm air. But now sparked something of real confusion, which she made clear on her ears. “He has a mate, though.”

“That’s the only reason he turned me down!” Yumui said. “He said he wanted to consult with her first, to see if it was okay. Like, I didn’t really mean for it to be that serious!”

“You asked to exchange beads and you didn’t mean it seriously?”

Yumui waved his hands about as if trying to grab hold of a floating thread. “I mean… the thought excited me. I didn’t expect him to say yes or anything, I was just sitting there in his lap blissfully, thinking about how cool it’d be if we could do that. And now we’re seriously considering it. And I’m really hoping he says yes. But it’s ridiculous! This is unprecedented…” He looked to Jakari. “Isn’t it?”

“Well…” Jakari said, “Tribondings aren’t unheard of, it’s just that most geroo don’t feel comfortable with exchanging more that one bead.”

“And you know why that is?” Yumui asked.

Jakari tilted her head up in thought. “Mostly because it’d draw too many questions. Geroo are happy if you have one bead exchanged, but two and they think you’re starting a collection.”

“And that’s my point,” Yumui said. “The Oskorth I knew would not have considered this, even if he was gay all this time and just didn’t know it until he met the captain. Pairbonding with anyone else—another female included—would have drawn attention to his lovelife. And he wouldn’t do that to his mate. But if he’s even considering saying yes… that says to me that for some reason, it doesn’t even matter anymore. Somehow we both sensed that it wasn’t going to be as big of a problem as we all know it might be.”

Jakari tilted her head the other way. “That’s not…”

“And that’s what’s been so strange to me about this entire gay thing,” Yumui interrupted. “It’s not the being gay that’s strange to me—although it still is a mystery—so much as it seems like, almost overnight, the social dynamic of this entire ship has been turned on its head.”

Jakari nodded thoughtfully. “Okay. Yumui, I still think maybe you’re blowing this out of proportion, but I don’t want to dismiss your concerns. So, let’s say that there is something to this. That something is making more and more males feel comfortable with being gay—“

“And promiscuous,” Yumui added.

“—and promiscuous. But it’s not getting in the way of ship functions. It’s not adversely affecting relationships. It’s not causing the social cohesion of this ship to break down. Nobody’s turned into a brainwashed zombie. And it’s not making anyone unhappy with themselves—you included.”

“And that something is the captain,” Yumui also added.

Jakari nodded. “Right, well, allegedly. So, the question I would pose to you, Yumui, is… is there even a problem here?”

“…not that I know of,” Yumui said, his shoulders sinking. “But if I’m right, that means that something changed, something big enough to twist the biology or minds of hundreds, if not thousands of geroo, and nobody can even pinpoint what it is. It seems dangerous to just let it go unacknowledged!”

“Then consider that you’re not the only geroo on this ship,” Jakari said. “Someone else must have noticed. I haven’t heard anyone else think there’s something uncanny happening, except…”

“Rumors?”

“Rumors aren’t data,” Jakari said. “But I agree they might possibly be pointing to something. I’ll start investigating this.”

Yumui sighed in relief.

“Mind you, I don’t expect to find anything,” Jakari said, standing up and helping Yumui to the door, “But I don’t want to dismiss this concern. If something did happen, I’d like to know about it myself. Feel free to give me any updates if anything else weird, or especially more concrete, happens.”

Yumui nodded. “I will. Thank you, Counselor.”

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Yumui sighed as he put on his work vest. He felt exhausted by the whole affair—especially given how much he’d been touching his own dick recently. But there was that weird, invigorating odor in the locker room. A little musty, but again, very masculine. The locker room had to have smelled like this before. He couldn’t really pinpoint any serious difference than how it always smelled. And smell was the strongest trigger of memory, wasn’t it? How could it smell exactly the same and so foreign at the same time?

“But that’s subjective qualia,” he told himself. “And you can’t prove that anyone’s qualia is the same as another’s…”

“Are you speaking nerd?” Lieutenant Rokosh asked, walking behind Yumui. “You’re really hoping to join the science team for those sweet credits, aren’t you?”

Yumui groused. He had actually hoped to become a scientist without resorting to joining the academy, but the upper decks were a rather closed-off ecosystem. At least becoming an officer had some promise of advancement despite his squalid beginnings.

“Yes, but for now I’m stuck in engineering with you,” Yumui said, closing the locker and turning to face his superior. “So what’s the assignment for this eveni—”

He paused. It was Lieutenant Rokosh alright, same pale-red fur as always, same nose, same ears, but she was looking and smelling different, somehow. Again, it could have just been something he hadn’t noticed before, but he could swear that her fur had become rather coarse. Her arms were thicker. And she just seemed to be all the more muscular.

She tilted her head. “…Cadet?”

“Uh!” Yumui glanced back up. Yeah, she’d become somehow broader. “I was… is something different about you, Lieutenant?”

Rokosh blushed. “I… well… I was putting off telling anyone else on the crew this. But I talked to Counselor Jakari a few weeks ago and she suggested that I… start taking male hormones.”

Yumui blinked. “You mean… you’re… I’m sorry, I just…”

“It’s called transitioning,” Rokosh said, her voice dropping just a little deeper as she spoke. “I know, it’s rather uncommon, I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of it. But well…” She sighed, crossing her arms. “Look, I don’t know if I should be telling you this because it feels private, but I’m going to have to tell the crew eventually. I stopped feeling comfortable being a female a while back.”

“You’re becoming male?”

The moment he realized this—and the new odor emanating off of his boss—Yumui felt his sheath tightening. He knew he’d found Rokesh somewhat attractive before, but something about this just sparked his imagination, and his heart beat faster. He suddenly wanted to get to know this new male.

“Well there’s more steps to it than just the hormones,” Rokesh laughed. “But it’s a start. I already feel so much better—it’s like unclenching a muscle I didn’t know I was clenching.”

“Wait, wait wait,” Yumui said, scratching his chin as his thoughts started racing again. “I did read about this once. Uh, that, that there is a technique to swap out sex organs?”

“Eventually,” Rokosh nodded. “Probably several months still, if not a year or more.”

“And you were approved for that?” Yumui asked. “That requires cloning, doesn’t it? To make a… a male anatomy to replace yours with.”

Rokosh rolled his eyes. “You can say sheath and balls, I know you’re not being crude. Yes, that is the plan. Is there something confusing about this? Because I could tell you—”

“No, it’s fine. Cool, even.” Yumui’s cock had almost slid out of his sheath entirely by that point, but his eyes were locked on Rokosh. He was just so handsome, Yumui couldn’t avert his eyes. “I just thought that cloning was very resource-intensive. How would you even get approval for this?”

“Years back, I don’t think I would have,” Rokosh said. He crossed his arms and stared out toward the exit. “I’d just have to be happy with the hormones and that was it. But the commissioner gave his approval.”

Yumui tilted his head. “Sarsuk. Who executed Commander Sur’an. That commissioner.”

Rokosh put a paw on Yumui’s shoulder. “You haven’t noticed the commissioner’s softened since then, I take it.”

“I find it hard to believe…”

“It happened,” Rokosh said, placing a paw on the lockers and leaning. He reached down, fingers touching Yumui’s erection. The cadet had almost forgotten about it entirely, and jumped in the surprise at the contact with his sensitive flesh. The lieutenant turned his paw around and stroked soft pads across the underside of the shaft. Yumui shuddered.

It occurred to Yumui that this “transition” also meant that Rokosh was now part of the boy’s club that had been forming among the officers. He hadn’t felt attracted to anyone but males recently, but now that the lieutenant properly smelled like one…

Before he knew what was happening, Rokosh had pressed himself into Yumui and kissed him. Yumui grabbed him, wrapping his arms around the lieutenant’s neck and hungrily locked muzzles. With his cock fully out, he felt rather exposed—anyone could have walked into the locker room at any moment—but that itself was rather exciting, wasn’t it? His superior slowly stroking his length, him hard as steel, knot swollen up immediately, pre already forming at the tip.

They held each other there for a long moment, huffing and panting as they clenched and unclenched their mouths over one another, and the electric tingle working its way through Yumui’s body. His fingers traced downward too, feeling Rokosh’s labia. His finger touched the key, only to find that the lock was already wide open.

Still. No need to rush. Not that he could help it if he did, as he was already bucking his hips into the ring Rokosh formed with his fingers. Yumui so badly wanted to be inside of him. Curious how it wasn’t the nonstandard genitals that put him off, though—the smell, the idea of masculinity was the only thing that drove him wild.

They ground their torsos into each other, scent and fur getting mingled together. Yumui finally broke the kiss, only to plow his head under Rokosh’s chin and up along his neck, trying all the harder to become one with the lieutenant. If he could have subsumed into his flesh, he might have.

There was the next best thing, however. After several long, passionate minutes of grinding, Rokosh turned away, leaning on the lockers and lifting his tail up as high as it would go. Yumui wasted no time—his dick plunged into the hot cavity, and instinctively he grabbed the male around the midsection, biting down on his scruff firmly.

Rokosh gasped, reflexively relaxing as Yumui started to speed up. He couldn’t stop himself—his hips plowed over and over into Rokosh, seemingly without his input. Slap, slap, slap, the motion had quickly become almost violent with the speed at which he was going. His mind had become blank. Everything else stopped mattering at all. He needed this release. But he also wanted to chase to go on, and made no effort to push his knot in too soon, keeping his motions quick and frantic.

Rokosh seemed a thousand miles away. He moaned slowly and loudly into the echoing locker room as assault after assault was made into his vagina. Yumui could hardly stand to notice. Once the attraction turned to pure lust, Rokosh had ceased to be anything more than an object for Yumui to take out his desire upon. Bite harder. Clench. Dig in claws. Make him scream in pleasure. Whatever trance he was in wherever he was, Yumui wanted this desire to echo in there.

Almost by accident, Yumui shoved his knot all the way in. At first it didn’t matter, he just let go of Rokosh’s scruff and adjusted his position, the account for the sudden lack of motion. More rapidly, he started again, as if trying to pull the knot out. He wanted to keep going! But he didn’t want to stop, not even for a second.

Then, the lock shut around Yumui’s knot. He gasped with the sudden feeling that he was trapped. His claws dug into Rokosh’s back as he desperately tried to pull away, only to feel his balls tightening and the hot release of semen shooting out of him, filling the lieutenant deeply inside. The walls clamped down even harder around him, as it desired to squeeze every drop out of him. He came so hard! He’d been cumming so hard he could barely even understand how his orgasms lasted so long and so potently. He couldn’t even think about it—it just happened. Pump. Pump. Pump. And it finally started to slow, his shaft twitching in exhaustion inside of Rokosh.

Yumui suddenly came to his senses, awash with the relaxing aftermath. Rokosh’s vaginal passage felt comforting still wrapped so tightly around his dick. Not that he could exactly pull it out anytime soon, so it was lovely to feel it right where it was. He fell onto the lieutenant’s back.

“Ancestors…” Rokosh rumbled. “I needed that so badly…”

“When was the last time you had sex?” Yumui asked.

“Huh? … like, last night.”

Yumui tilted his head weakly, as he was too tired to gesture more than the minimum. “Everyone’s so horny lately…”

“I’m not complaining.”

“Well, I am,” Yumui growled gently under his breath.

“Huh?” Rokesh asked. “What’s wrong? Was it not long enough?”

“It was amazing!” Yumui said. “But I bit down on your scruff and… you still feel it the same way females do, don’t you? Slows down time so it feels like…”

“Years.”

“Yeah, that. Of course I’d be jealous.”

“Oh, that lessens a little but it doesn’t go away,” Rokesh giggled. “Even after the hormones have saturated the system.”

“You bastard…” Yumui groused. He tried to pull out of his boss, but his knot was still firm as ever and refused to settle down even a little. “Some males have all the luck…”