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			     PLANET OF DESIRE

				Chapter 26
		"Your Greatest Desire, Your Greatest Fear"

     Ivan couldn't believe his eyes.  He recognized this room.  It was his
father's study, but the proportions were huge.  It was as if...had he
become a child again?
     Ivan quickly glanced down at himself, half expecting to see himself
small and thin once more.  No, he was still a man.  He still had his
massive chest, his thick mat of chest fur, his cock was long and surrounded
by pubic hair.  He was still an adult.
     Ivan looked at the room again.  Extraordinary.  The mist had pulled
out the images he had had as a child, when the world was four times larger
than it was to an adult.  Ivan almost expected to hear his father call him,
using the diminutive of his name Ivan never allowed anyone else to use,
that glad shout when his father came home and....
     "Sasha!" came his father's voice.
     Ivan whirled, not caring about anything but seeing his father alive
and vibrant once again.  "P-pa!" He answered.
     (His memory was screaming at him.  No, your father died three years
ago.  He was so pale and thin when you left him to join the Scouts.  He's
dead; you have the message still in your locker back at Base.)
     His father stood there, over fifteen feet tall.  Ivan barely came up
to mid-thigh.  Dressed in his business suit as always, the massive arms
from weightlifting that Ivan had imitated when his own body grew enough to
let him put muscle on it, the smile so open and loving.
     Ivan lifted his arms and his father scooped him up as easily as
always, whirling him through the air in the old, old greeting.  Ivan had
missed it so much; it felt so good to feel his father's embrace once again.
     His father laughed and kissed him, the huge lips smearing him all over
one cheek.  His father sat them both down in the huge armchair, and Ivan
dangled his legs between his father's thighs, his whole body wrapped up in
the huge arms, safe, warm and loved once again.
     Trudya, his old, faithful husky, perched on the armchair and lapped at
Ivan's face, and Ivan hugged the huge head, tears streaming down his face.
He loved that old dog.
     (No, Trudya died when you were eight.  Remember the fire that burned
this entire house?  Trudya was ill, and trapped inside.  You tried to save
him, but your father wouldn't let you get near the flames.)
     Trudya lay at P-pa's feet, and P-pa said, "Sasha, where are your
clothes today?"
     Ivan looked down and only then noticed he was naked.  "I don't
remember, P-pa." He admitted.
     (But you do remember.  They are lying outside this cavern.  This is
not your old family home.  This is a cave, and this is a dream.)
     "I see you are growing up very fast, my little Sasha."
     Ivan looked to see P-pa staring at his crotch; Ivan looked and
realized he had a huge erection.
     Ivan jerked, embarassed, his hands tried to cover himself, but his
P-pa pulled his hands away.  "No, Sasha, it is nothing to be ashamed of.
It is very natural.  Never be ashamed of how your body behaves, Sasha."
     "Yes, P-pa." Ivan hugged his father and kissed his father's cheek
again and again.  He could never get enough of this.
     Ivan didn't know how long he sat there, perched in his father's lap,
but after a time, his father said gently, "Sasha, it is your bedtime."
     Ivan played the old game, he snuggled up against his father's chest
and pretended to be asleep.  P-pa wouldn't try to wake him; he would carry
Ivan to his bed, undress him and place him beneath the covers, tuck him in
carefully, kiss his cheek and sneak out.  It was Ivan's favorite time with
his father.
     His father cuddled him to his chest and carried Ivan, Ivan kept his
eyes tightly closed and pretended to lightly snore.  Ivan felt his body
being laid on the bed (but on top of the covers, this wasn't the right
way).
     And P-pa's hand wrapped around his cock.
     (No!  P-pa would never do that to him!  Never!)
     P-pa's hand manipulated his cock, his adult-but-tiny cock in the huge
hand, Ivan was being stroked by his own father.
     "No, P-pa, don't." He protested.  He was so sleepy, but this was not
right."
     "Now, Sasha, P-pa knows best." P-pa's voice said.
     Ivan looked up to see a strange fire in P-pa's eyes.  He tried to push
P-pa's hands away, but P-pa was so much stronger than him, it was hopeless.
He started to crawl away, but P-pa grabbed him and held him in place.
     "No, P-pa, don't!" Ivan begged.  "Please don't."
     P-pa ignored his pleas.  Ivan struggled, but the fire in his vitals
couldn't be ignored.  He was being stroked by his own father's hands, and
his body, his traitor body, was letting him be molested like this.
     Ivan groaned with the helpless terror, and it somehow became, in some
twisted, horrible way, passion, and Ivan groaned, his cock erupted with his
orgasm, splattering him and his father's flailing hand.
     Afterwards, Ivan sobbed in humiliation.  What had happened?  What was
going on here?  Why was P-pa doing this to him?
     (But this isn't P-pa.  P-pa is dead.  He died years ago.  Remember how
you cried, and cried even during your next assignment on Eldreth, a planet
laid waste and occupied by the Slan, and the death and destruction you saw
there?  Not for the thousands of human dead, but for your father.)
     "Now, Sasha, your mother is visiting her family for the next few
weeks.  During this time, I shall sleep here with you.  You'd like that,
wouldn't you, Sasha?"
     How else could he answer?  "Yes, P-pa.  I'd like that."
     (This is NOT P-pa.  I know, but I must wait until he's asleep and try
to get away.)
     Ivan lay in P-pa's huge embrace until the large man's breathing was
still and regular.  Then he quietly slipped to his feet and sneaked out the
door.  P-pa did not wake up, and Ivan left him behind.
     Outside the front door of his house, the red mist waited once again.
Ivan was almost glad to see it.  There was nothing this planet could throw
at him that would be worse than what had just happened.  No demon worse
than his fondest memory turned into a molestation.  He felt dirty,
degraded.  Not just his body, but down deep inside.
     "It's all a dream." he told himself fiercely.  "Dreams don't mean
anything.  Nothing at all.  We'll get out of this place and forget about
the mystery of this planet.  Just find the way out."
     "It's over here." Andrew said.
     Ivan turned.  "No." he said.
     "Yes, Ivan, it's this way." Andrew said, smiling.  "The right-hand one
of these three passages.  Just come along with me."
     Andrew took his hand, and his body seemed to shine with a light of its
own.
     "No, Andrew, you're dead." Ivan said.  "I saw your grave, and said
good-bye.  You're not really here.  You're just a dream."
     "Now, Ivan, don't ask questions." Andrew said.  He seemed genuinely
concerned.  "Questions are dangerous.  I'm here now, and that's all that
matters."
     "No, you're dead.  Another casualty of the war." Ivan said.
     And they were surrounded by burning buildings, the scream of aircraft,
the hissing of distant laserbeams.  Dead and dying victims lay all around
him, and Ivan could find sympathy for all of them, human and Slan, lying
there, dying, disregarded by their own kind.
     "Come on, Ivan." Andrew said.  "Forget the war.  We're out of the war,
now, all of us.  You and I are going to the Temple of Children, and we'll
each have a son and we'll build a farm and raise children.  You promised me
that, Ivan."
     "No, I promised Andrew, but he's dead."  Ivan said.  "You're not
Andrew."
     Andrew's body seemed to glow brighter, but now it was his chest that
was glowing with an inner light.  It was bright enough to hurt Ivan's eyes.
     "Don't ask questions." Andrew begged.  "I can't stand it when you ask
questions."
     "You're dead, Andrew." Ivan said.  "Please go away."
     The light in Andrew's chest concentrated in a line across his body,
and burst through, and Andrew fell into two parts once again, and the
Andrew's blood again splattered Ivan's body.
     Ivan fell to his knees and cried.  A few sobs, wrung from him instead
of falling easily, and then they were replaced by anger.  "Damn this planet
and all its mysteries!" He shouted.  "I'm going to learn your secrets if I
have to stay here forever and wander these caverns until I find the right
way!"
     And he was back once again in the red mist.  But which of the three
passageways was the right one?  Andrew had indicated the right-hand one.
     Ivan blinked, looked again.  There was only one passageway.
     He had no choice.  He went through the passageway.  Past a strange
machine that churned out the red mist that flowed around him.  And he was
past the mist, out of it.
     Ivan sat groggily down on the metal hallway and shook his head, trying
to clear it.  Then he looked down the hallway.  One way, the Cavern of
Dreams.  The other, what?  He couldn't tell from here.
     "Ivan?" David called to him.
     "David?" Ivan answered, stood up
     David staggered out of the mist, and Ivan caught him, lowered him to
the metal floor and sat beside him.
     "So you made it through." David said.
     "Did you see Gorman and Jablonski?"
     David shook his head.  "They were in front of me.  They must have
gotten turned around."
     "We'll look for them on the way back." Ivan said.  "Rest a moment,
then we'll see what this planet is hiding here."
     "The way back." David said.  "I don't think I want to face that.  Not
again."
     "I know what you mean." Ivan said.  "It was pretty bad, wasn't it?"
     "Not all of it.  Just half of it.  That's the hell of it.  This place
gives you your favorite dream, but it also twists it around and makes it a
personal hell." David said.
     "Want to talk about it?" Ivan offered.
     "No!" David shouted.  "No.  Let's get moving."
     They walked down the hallway.  There was only one opening at the end
of it, and it led to a single room.

			     END OF CHAPTER 26
			 TO BE CONTINUED/CONCLUDED