Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

Experimentally, she pressed some of the other buttons. The projected 3-D image of the newscaster lizard man changed to a whole new scene.

The new projection seemed to show some kind of a butcher shop, Bobbi thought. There were lots of different cuts of meat laid out on a long table and there were even larger chunks of various animal flesh hanging from hooks behind them.

“Come on down to Rep. Hisler’s Bountiful Buffet of Meat!” a booming male voice announced. “We have every kind of meat you can imagine—avians and mammalians all right on the buffet line, just for you! And the Bountiful Buffet isn’t just for mature diners—bring your whole brood! We have fun, furry snacks for your broodlings to munch and crunch!”

The picture changed and Bobbi was horrified to see a smaller buffet filled with little, furry animals. Some looked a little like rats with scruffy purple and green spotted fur and long, naked tails, but there were also hamster and guinea pig and bunny rabbit type animals. All of them were scampering around in wire cages and there was a stack of plates right beside them.

“Yes, fresh protein for growing broodlings and tasty meat morsels for the adults!” the booming voice continued. “And if you like your meat still moving, we can accommodate you there, too!”

The image changed to a Saurian chef in a bloody white apron-type garment with a long, curving blade in one hand. He had the tip of the knife poised to cut the throat of a large animal that looked like a purple cow with tall, curly green horns that stuck straight up from its skull like weird exclamation points. The cow-thing’s eyes were rolling frantically, as though it knew what was coming.

“If you’d like to have an animal butchered right in front of you, for only a nominal fee—” the booming announcer’s voice began.

But Bobbi didn’t want to see that—not if she could help it! Hastily, she pushed some more buttons and a new scene popped up.

This one was of a Saurian male and female—at least, Bobbi assumed the second actor was female, since she had small bumps like breasts on her chest, though her nipples appeared to be inverted—locked in a tight embrace. Also, both of them were naked and their scales were shiny, as though they had just been oiled.

“You will submit to my spike in your vaginal slit!” the male Saurian was growling menacingly, looking down at the smaller female.

“Oh please, I do not even know you!” the female Saurian begged, her yellow eyes growing wide with apparent fright. “I have never even seen you before!”

“That doesn’t matter—I have Claimed you and you must submit to me,” the male Saurian growled. “Spread your slit for me at once that I may fertilize your eggs!”

Moaning and trembling, the female Saurian leaned over a conveniently placed table and spread her legs wide. The orifice between her legs really was nothing but a vertical slit, Bobbi saw. The scales around it were a slightly lighter shade of green but there didn’t appear to be any moisture present. How were they going to do it if she was completely dry? That was certainly going to be uncomfortable, Bobbi thought with a wince.

Of course, different species of people would certainly have different kinds of sexual appendages and orifices, she reminded herself. So maybe this was normal for the Saurians. The Orniths had a cloaca—a multi-purpose opening which served them for waste elimination, sexual reproduction, and egg laying all at once. Still, the sight of the dry vertical slit between the female Saurian’s legs was a strange one.

But what she saw between the male Saurian’s thighs was even stranger—and a good deal more frightening. She hadn’t noticed it so much before—maybe because it wasn’t all the way hard—but now, as he prepared to enter the female, she eyed the Saurian’s shaft with amazement and disgust.

It was scaly and thick and the head of it wasn’t rounded like a humanoid man’s penis. Instead, it had four sharp ridges that ended in a lethal-looking point.

“Like an arrowhead or a pyramid,” Bobbi muttered to herself, eyeing the weird-looking thing. “A really sharp one!”

But that wasn’t even the strangest thing about the Saurian male’s penis. The shaft of it was shaped like a corkscrew!

This made Bobbi remember an article she’d read about the mating habits of ducks some time ago. She’d been researching all kinds of birds before her trip, trying to get ready for her time on Avria Pentaura, and the article on ducks had caught her eye, mostly because it was so unexpectedly bizarre.

Some species of ducks had penises similar to what she was seeing on the male Saurian, she remembered now. Some could be as long as forty centimeters in length and they often had barbed tips to scoop out the sperm of other male ducks, in the hopes of fertilizing the female’s eggs with their own seed while getting rid of their competitors’ seed.