Chapter 5: The second day and an unexpected contact

As the sun rose in the east and started to illuminate the breeding grounds, Kara started to wake up. She found herself lying on a cot with a blanket over her body and a pillow under her head. She looked around, didn’t recognize the bed or the tent she was in, but she remembered going to the festival so this must still be at the festival grounds and this is how people are treated while at the festival, she reasoned as she sat up and put her feet on the ground.

“Here honey, you need to eat and drink before you leave.” an aide said to her, bringing her a bowl of Runza and a big bottle of water. Kara ate the sweet and savory Runza balls and drank much of the water while waking up. She looked around and saw a boy from her class.

“Hi Lake.” she said to the boy who was also eating and drinking after waking up.

“Hi Kara.” he said with his blanket over his lap and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Are you doing ok?” she asked him.

“Yes, I’m just waking up.” he said, then stretched, yawning, then took his food and drink from the aide who saw him waking up.

They ate in silence then once they were done, they both got up and moved to a mating chair. She followed him, watching his naked rear end and as they approached a mating chair, they both started to feel their breeding instincts start to take over their minds and bodies.

Lake sat down on the chair and Kara moved to stand in front of him then leaned over and pressed her mouth to his, tasting him. They both found the other acceptable and compatible which brought Lake to full hardness. Kara moved to sit on his lap and took his hardness into her body all in one fluid motion. As she settled on his lap, they wrapped their arms around each other keeping their mouths pressed tightly against each other as their mating instincts took over. Kara started to slowly flex her pelvis in slow and gentle motions giving them both pleasure until Lake’s body had enough and he climaxed filling her body with his essence in several big spurts.

Both sighed at the feeling of his release but they remained sitting together, their mouths pressed together and their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. This mating was taking longer than expected and each of them was enjoying it far too much to leave or stop.

As Kara calmed down, she broke the kiss and looked at Lake. Both of them gazed into the other’s eyes and felt something for the other. “Find me afterward.” she said quietly, her mouth near his ear in a lover’s embrace.

He looked at her, nodded his head, and said to her, “I will.”

Kara got off him and then started her day by finding another male to mate with.

Dr Grimling woke up when one of the overnight men woke him as the cameras found Kara and her family waking up. Dr Grimling moved to his observation post and watched the mating going on below. He again focused his attention on Kara, Helen and Kovac.

“What did she say? I thought I heard her speak just now.” Dr Grimling said as Kara got off of Lake’s lap and went looking for another male to mate with.

“Hang on, I’ll check.” was the answer Dr Grimling heard.

“Got it. Here you go.”

Dr Grimling turned up the volume of his monitor and heard Kara speak, ‘Find me afterward.’ clearly.

“By my whiskers, she spoke during mating season.” Dr Grimling said. “Did anyone else record any of the other participants speaking? Check the logs and find out what this means.” Dr Grimling said, listening to it several times. He heard the male also speak but didn’t understand what it meant. Was it the timing? The first mate of the day? Was there a connection between the two?

Dr Grimling then ran the tape back and forth several times and watched the timing of the event. They walked out of the aide tent together and when he sat down she tasted him, then moved to take his member into her body like all of the other times yesterday. Then he noticed the time clock in the corner, it took several minutes longer with this male than with the others. “What is different about this male Kara? Why did you take longer with this one than the others?” he asked his screen.

“Doctor, our scheduled broadcast is coming up.” another assistant said to the doctor as he watched Kara’s interaction several more times.

“Yes, of course.” Dr Grimling said, then smoothed out his hair and turned to face the camera while the festival continued on the big screen behind him.

“Hello everyone. It is day two of the mating festival and we again join Kara and her family as their mating instincts take over once again.”

The screen switches to show Helen showing her moving among the men tasting them one by one until she finally finds one that is compatible and settles down on his lap taking his hardness into her body. They all watch as she slowly moves her pelvis as they mate until the male succumbs to the pleasure they were both feeling and he fills her body with his essence. She then stands up and moves to the next available male and repeats the process all over again.

Dr Grimling and his team also find Kovac and focus their attention on him as he sits in a breeding chair waiting for the next female to come and taste him. The next female to taste him was actually Kara’s friend who was hoping to mate with her father. They found each other compatible and she takes his hardness into her body in one smooth motion. They wrap their arms around each other and she starts to slowly move her pelvis so that they each enjoy the experience before he releases his essence into her body and she leaves to mate with another male.

“Good for you Kovac.” Dr Grimling mutters under his breath.

Across town, Kara’s little brother Kyle was getting restless from sitting in the house all day yesterday.

“Grandma, I’m going for a ride.” he shouted at her.

“Ok honey. Be safe.” she shouts back from the back of the house as she attends to the younger two children.

Kyle grabs his safety hat and then jumps on his bicycle and pedals away from his home. He doesn’t have a particular destination in mind, but he ends up near the festival grounds. He knows that he is not old enough to be there, but his curiosity gets the better of his young mind and he walks up the path to the hill that overlooks the festival grounds. There is a big tree on the back of the hill that he had climbed in the past and knows that he could get a look at the things ongoing at the festival.

As he walks up the hill and nears the top he runs smack into something which knocks him to the ground.

“Drak!” he says, holding his nose while sitting on the ground. He pulls his hand away and finds blood on his fingers. “Drak. Mom is going to kill me if I get blood on my clothes.” He says, getting to his feet as he pinches his nose to get the bleeding to stop.

Once he has that stopped, he moves forward to try and figure out what he hit. With his left hand outstretched in front of him, he slowly moves forward until his hand contacts what he ran into. Even though his eyes were telling him that nothing was there, his fingers were telling him that something was there and it felt like a heavy canvas. Kyle reached up as far as he could but didn’t reach the top then stooped down and found the bottom edge of the wall, but couldn’t lift it.

“What the drak is going on here?” He started to move to his right while running his hand along the wall until he found a seam and his hand went through the barrier without effort. He used his other hands to open the seam enough that he could pass through it.

When he stepped inside, he found a room full of people, at least they moved like people. They looked more like his friend’s pet felrix. They have the same pointed ears on top of their heads. The same quiet and soft fur on their bodies as well as similar colors.

Kyle stood frozen as he watched them. He stood quietly and watched them speak, shouting orders and then answering those orders while another man with grey fur sat on top of a tall chair with a large screen behind him that showed his parents down the hill participating in the festival.

He started to move toward that big screen when one of the people in the room made a noise that drew his attention.

“Drak.” Kyle said as the two aliens made eye contact.

The person that found Kyle spoke up, and the noise he was making sounded like purring, rumbling noise in his chest and as well as clicks hisses. The alien paused, then repeated the noises again only louder which brought everyone to a halt and turned toward Kyle.

The older alien sitting in front of the screen that Kyle saw, moved quickly to Kyle and smiled at him. As the older alien began to speak, Kyle’s ears picked up sounds that were like nothing he’d heard before—a strange symphony of clicks, hums, and deep, rolling tones. Each word seemed to hold multiple pitches at once, as if the doctor were harmonizing with himself. Some sounds were soft and resonant, almost like a purr, while others snapped sharply, like a crackling flame. The rhythm was unpredictable, full of pauses and breaths that made the words seem to float in the air, just beyond reach. It was more like listening to a haunting melody than a conversation, and it left Kyle feeling both intrigued and a little unsettled.

The older alien pulled something from a pocket on his vest then held it to his head and attached it. He then pulled another from his shirt pocket and held it out to Kyle, motioning with his hands to take it and put it on his own head.

Kyle, moved a little afraid and took the band from the old alien, watching him as he pantomimed that Kyle should take the band and stick it on his own head.

Kyle watched him, and did as was suggested. The band stuck to his head and he heard a buzzing sound in his head, then speech, words in his head.