NOVEL NEXT 139: Mirkas And Toilets
EURI
"Dad was right to leave his descriptions vague. I'll have to do something like what he wrote in Known Cosmos Book 2 'a gush of ecstasy.'" I thought inside my mental shield. But how did we communicate that in a cartoon?
Yep, I was stuck on episode five of Eclipse Chasers of Yester Rear: the Starliner Special, reviewing my aunt's journals and my dad's book to try and figure out how to depict female ejaculation. Part of the problem was that when I studied it on stream, some people described squirting as a separate phenomenon from female ejaculation.
Who knew there were so many types of fluids? No wonder having sex with Portia was confounding. Scientists couldn't even agree on what kinds of liquids came out of the female body! "How are any of us supposed to make sense of this, and how on earth do we create art about it?" I wondered silently.
But I wasn't fully thinking to myself because my mind wandered into Ronnie's and found he was thinking similar thoughts. No, wrong. Ronnie was thinking about squirting, but nothing like what I was thinking.
I had the sensation of about 500 computer screens in front of me. Ronnie knew I was there, and he cleared away a lot of that information to make it less overwhelming for me. So I could stay and look over his shoulder and not have to flee because his brain was too complex for mine to comprehend.
He was animating something and working on sketches and looking at old manuscripts of Rilla, and reviewing memories of research he'd done years ago about squirting, and drafting ideas about how to truthfully, artistically and tastefully capture the rapture of it.
My mind got flooded with information. It was like an infinite kaleidoscope, and I almost flew out of Ronnie's brain, but he narrowed it down for me; as though he swept away cobwebs from my perception.
He held in his mind an image he knew I could understand. The night sky full of stars. I focused on the stars. He zoomed in on a single star. I followed him, concentrating on that one point of light.
I saw two women in bed together, one in rapture while her partner held her in one arm, vigorously pumping fingers in her with the other hand. The sensation of warm fluid coated the moving fingers and the center of the woman in rapture.
Holy hells, were we telepathically watching a couple in bed together? I started to pull back. Ronnie drew my attention to a video camera. We were invited. They wanted people watching. It helped their enjoyment.
I questioned him. Were we being voyeurs telepathically? Ronnie wasn't turned on. I wasn't either. It was factual to him. He was invited, not spying. They felt him watching, and they liked it. They didn't know it was a telepath present. They thought it was the video. I suddenly understood Ronnie's personal ethics.
Unfortunately, as soon as I knew that, the kaleidoscope started again, and it felt like I was going to be pulled into a whirlpool so vast I'd never get out of it. Ronnie cleared all of that away and gave me a focal image: his animation.
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How could he animate the truth of what we'd just seen? How could he depict the truth and make it beautiful and not tacky? But I started seeing all the things Ronnie was working on at once. He was researching, watching instructional videos about female ejaculation, reading stream books, and reading personal accounts all while he observed real life couples who'd invited him into their intimate activities.
I couldn't handle it, and my mind popped back to my own body as my eyes opened and blinked at my screen.
Holy hells. Holy fucking hells. What kind of brain did Ronnie really have? He'd tried to show me just a teeny glimpse of everything he could perceive, and it had almost broken my mind.
The whole subject of female ejaculation now felt far more daunting than anything I wanted to tackle at that moment. Maybe Ronnie could write the episode, not just animate it? I decided to switch gears.
"I think I'm gonna write about tenderness and bonding for episode five like I read in Auntie's journals," I concluded to myself and started a stream search for neurotransmitters and sexual bonding, completely throwing away the Starliner Special.
"Have either of you done research on oxytocin and bonding hormones for Rilla?" I asked over a lunch of pasta salad with lemon, basil, and olive oil. "It's really fascinating. I mean, a lot of the connection starts with simple things like eye contact. No, it's not just sex. It's all types of bonds between people and even animals. Like babies when they're born and with pets. Just making eye contact with animals increases the bonding hormones."
At this, Frank dropped her sweet red pepper and ran over the table to peer into Ronnie's eyes. He smiled at her, and she ran back to her peppers while we giggled.
"Case in point. Thank you for the demonstration, Frank. Now, if only we could measure your oxytocin levels right now. . . Anyway, I had some great ideas for episode five of Eclipse Chasers about making love with the lights on, face-to-face with eye contact. I just gotta make it really sensual and sexy, but also really emotional. So, I gotta set the scene right. More romance and emotional bonding through the whole episode."
Ronnie nodded, but then his head cocked, and he looked quizzically at Frank. In our minds, he showed us something: a memory of him as a little kid lying on his back with three kittens pouncing on him.
Portia giggled. "I remember that. Trauton 7. The animals all loved Ronnie."
But Ronnie was looking at Frank with his eyebrows raised. He showed us what he was showing Frank. The inside of their starliner the Good Time, no grass or trees, no dirt, just a building. A toilet.
Frank ran to the bathroom, Ronnie chuckling behind her. She used the toilet to prove to him that she could while he giggled.
Frank wants to go to Trauton 7 to see the cute kittens, Ronnie laughed into our minds. We all cracked up.
"Well, we haven't been home in ages. We could go to the Trauton system. Show Euri around. It's so fun, Euri. The troubadours love Ronnie. Whaddaya think? Ready to leave Shurwinn? Go have an adventure about the Good Time?" Shah asked.
While she said it, memories bloomed in the minds: them as kids with dancers and singers all cooing over them. Stages and shows. Music and choreography. Laughter and feeling welcomed. Ronnie drawing person after person in fabulous costumes, and the troubadours purring over how talented he was.
Finally. Finally— memories of their childhood. Thank you, Frank, you beautiful, beautiful rodent.
"Hell, yes! Let's get ready to take Frank on her first cross-galactic starliner tour!"
So we got prepped. It took us a few days to get the house in order, arrange for gardeners to come up and take care of the property while I'd be away, and get packed.
The Good Time was docked at Shurwinn's orbiting Transfer Station, and while there, the concierge service kept it cleaned, maintained, and stocked. We ordered shopping delivered to the starliner, packed up our lives in the casita, and got ready for the biggest adventure of my life.
It was quite some time before I saw the casita again, and nothing would ever be the same after I left that first time.