Date: Sat, 28 May 2016 14:42:34 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Serendipity Factor

                      THE SERENDIPITY FACTOR
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Doctor Hanover turned out to be no damned help at all! "Terrific!
Wonderful! Marvelous!" He exclaimed when Donald Rievers broke the news to
him. Doctor Hanover was only five foot ten, but he still towered several
inches over Don. Everyone towered over Don, it was an inexorable fact of
his life.
     "Didn't you hear me?" Don asked the brainiac. "I saved that guy's life
and now he wants to take me back to his village. We're supposed to be like
blood brothers. For the rest of my freaking life!"
     "Yes, yes, I heard. It's the best news I've heard in a long, long
time! In any new culture, a major barrier is to be accepted by the
indigenous peoples in a manner that will let us examine their inner
workings...."
     The laughs of the other members of the guard didn't help Don any,
either! "Doc, you aren't listening!" Don pleaded. "I'm no scientist! I'm
just a jarhead they sent out here to protect you guys! That's all I thought
I was doing when I saved that guy!"
     "You're a prime example of the serendipity factor, my dear boy!"
     "Serependity?" Don asked inaccurately.
     "Serendipity. When something comes along that is extra and unexpected
but welcomed."
     "I don't welcome it!" Don protested.
     "But you should! Serendipity can be defined as when you're digging for
worms to fish with, and you strike gold! Better than what you were looking
for." Doctor Hanover pleaded.
     Don just made a grimace.
     "You can't blame him, Doc!" That was Warner, a fellow guardsman and
real jerk! He continued inexorably. "It's bad enough Reivers can't even
come up to my armpit! With those natives, he's only going to come up as
high as their assholes!"
     Don couldn't take it, he just snarled and walked off to the tune of
the laughs of his supposed comrades. Bastards! How did he ever get himself
into this one?
     As new planets go, this one, Decimus XII, was a real bitch in the eyes
of a simple grunt-soldier like Don. Jungle-like in some aspects, it was
wide open in others, and this scattered ground-cover had let it evolve
large creatures, including a flying predator called a Maltar that made the
old pterodactyl look as harmless as a pigeon. When Don had seen one diving
at a point near their campsite, he had taken aim and brought the beast
down. It had fallen where it had been attacking and he had run over to see
which scientist hadn't been watching the sky as carefully as he should
have.
     Underneath the now-dead Maltar lay one of the natives. He had been
spying on the scientists from the brush, Don realized, and the Maltar had
been after him. Don had levered the creature off of the native, who had
opened his eyes and seen the face of his savior. After that, Don's entire
world had gone straight to hell, more natives had arrived to his shouts and
the scientists had frantically translated things to tell Don of the signal
honor he was to receive. He was to be at the native village at sundown for
a ritual that would "bond" him with the native he had saved from the Maltar
for the rest of his life. Of course, he'd have to live there from now on,
as well.
     No good deed ever goes unpunished!
     And so for the rest of the fall-out from that one selfless act. Don
found himself elected by the scientists to be their eyes and ears among the
natives. His superior officer had promptly detached him from the guard to
assign him for "special duty" with the scientists. Now, Don was packing his
bags to go live among the natives, a tribe that called themselves the
"Iktee." About to become an honorary Iktee himself, if he understood the
scientists. And Hell, he hadn't even learned their language!
     Don shouldered his pack and looked himself over in a full-length
mirror the scientists had brought along for some purpose or other. A
typical jarhead is what he saw when he regarded himself. Four foot six
inches tall (he'd barely qualified for entrance into the Space Guard on his
height, not dwarfism, just a case of bad choice in parental gene
combinations), broad muscles poking out of his black tanktop over a slim
waist, a tattoo of his corps adorned his right shoulder, his sand-colored
head hair was close-cropped to his head, making his blue eyes shine out
even more in his square-jawed face. His dogtags were the sole decoration on
his chest, his jungle-green trousers tucked regulation-wise into his
boot-tops. He'd never had any problem nailing any woman he'd chosen while
on leave and patronizing the bars near his base, provided they didn't laugh
at his height from the get-go.
     Well, that was all over with. They'd probably expect him to marry one
of those Iktee women and spend the rest of his life with those primitives
and their dirt-floored huts and crude meals and music that was more noise
with rocks and logs than anything else. Shit! Maybe he could arrange an
"accident" that would have him "die" in some way without a body about the
time the expeditionary force boarded the ship for the long trip home.
     Time for him to go to the Iktee village. The captain had delegated one
of the linguists, a rather homely-looking red-haired woman named Isabel
Sherman, to accompany him, and the two of them made the trek to the Iktee
village.
     A celebration was underway and Don did his best to look like he was
enjoying it. In actual fact, he was buffeted about like a child at a
parade, everyone bumping into him from all directions, save when he was
their center of attention; fortunately, that was better than half the
time. Doctor Sherman found a safe perch and was dictating furiously into
her recorder strapped to one wrist, she translated when needed, the rest of
the time, Don was stuck with gesturing what he wanted/meant.
     The Iktee were, on the whole, a good-looking people, their
articulation was close enough to human to make their dance graceful and
entertaining. They averaged nine to ten feet in height, and Warner's crude
comparison of Don's height to the Iktee was unfortunately nothing more than
the bare truth, he came up to the joining of their legs to their
bodies. They even had a hair-like patch on their heads, darker in tones and
capable of limited movement, a form of vestigial tendrils of some
sort. Their reddish-hued skin held a pattern of sorts, the faintest hint of
scales in their quite-smooth skin; scientists thought the Iktee evolution
had stayed closer to the lizards longer than Don's own mammalian
heritage. Their muscles were also alien in conformation but muscles all the
same in their shape and general purpose. Their eyes were larger and had
pupils that were three-lobed rather than round. Their noses were smaller
and flatter than human's, their mouths were toothless but their gums were
tough enough to let them tear at meat and fibrous vegetables. They dressed
much as any human aboriginal males and females would dress, with only their
genital areas covered and that inadequately. Don had seen the tools these
men possessed, it would take an Iktee female to be able to handle one, and
even those probably groaned in pain at their penetration.
     Finally, after a period of an hour or so of diverse and generic
festivities, they put Don in a seat and his "friend" was seated next to
him. Now they remained the center of attention and were given a bowl of
some prepared mush. Don and his new "friend" (named M'Han'Ee, he learned,
the first time he'd heard the native's name) were then expected to feed
each other alternate mouthfuls of the mush. Don managed the feeding of
M'Han'Ee, though he was forced to get up onto his knees on the chair's seat
to do it. Don's own feeding, though, was more awkward, for he found the
taste of the mush to be acrid and unpleasant, and M'Han'Ee's "hair" touched
and stroked over his face with each mouthful. He manfully gagged it down
but didn't relish the experience in any wise. As they fed each other, the
entire tribe sang one of their cacophonous songs that seemed to only
incidentally carry any melody to it.
     There must have been some sort of alcohol or hemp-like substance in
the mash they ate, for Don felt rather dizzy and a bit giddy after they
finished the bowl. When some female natives came up and wanted to undress
him and place the Iktee clothing on him, he didn't even fight them, though
it stripped him naked to the assemblage in the process. When they put the
cloth about his privates, the band on his right upper arm that bore the
marks of this particular tribe (large blue and yellow diamonds across a
green background), the entire tribe gave what was undoubtedly their version
of a cheer. Don was now a part of their tribe! Dr. Sherman told him what
his Iktee name was now "D'Han'Ee," which was a rather neat combination, she
pointed out, of his own name and his bond-partner's.
     Don was dragged into the center of their gathering and Dr. Sherman
told him they were now to dance a ceremonial dance together! How? He asked
her, and she gave a shrug like she didn't know and didn't care, so Don
simply mimicked what M'Han'Ee was doing and that seemed to be what the
tribe expected, though M'Han'Ee's motions often came close to colliding
with Don; he missed impact by a hair's breadth each time, and the hairs of
M'Han'Ee's head would slap over his face each time they came close, it
seemed. He wasn't feeling much pain anyhow and the feeling was getting
stronger and stronger. Whatever was in that mash was definitely something
that Earth would want to learn about! Dr. Hanover's comment about the
serendipity factor came back to him, if he could find out what this stuff
was, he could market it Earthside for a fortune!
     The dance ended, as far as Don was concerned, when M'Han'Ee caught
hold of him and lifted him up bodily and carried him out of the circle. The
circle filled with other dancers and Don's joining ceremony was officially
over.
     M'Han'Ee carried Don to one of the huts, his own, Don supposed. The
lights of Decimus' major moon (bigger than Earth's own moon by a factor of
two, due to its close orbit about the planet) shone in through several
vents in the walls just under the roof. He was laid down on the bedding and
M'Han'Ee crawled in over him in a position that Don didn't have a lot of
doubts about. "Now, now just a minute here!" He said helplessly, because
M'Han'Ee spoke as much Earth Basic as he spoke Iktee-Speak! "I didn't agree
to anything like the...." The hairs on M'Han'Ee's head were brushing on his
face, the same way they had when he'd been fed by M'Han'Ee and now he
realized that they were the source of his exultation of before. Some sort
of electrical current was feeding off of them and into Don's own body at
each touch, like so many electrical eels. Was it static electricity or
something from inside the tendrils. Whatever, his fledgling plans to learn
the source and market it to Earthmen was now dead. Serendipity had missed
him again!
     But the touches were intoxicating. He wasn't getting groggy, rather,
he was getting excited and aroused, his loincloth had fallen uselessly
aside and exposed his erection to M'Han'Ee's body, for one leg was close
enough to be kissed by Don's glans, the slit leaving a slimy reminder of
the contact. M'Han'Ee must have felt this but his reaction to it was only,
perhaps, a smile on that face, on which the edges of the mouth were moved
upwards on either side.
     And Don felt a broad tube of warmth suddenly surge up against his
inner thigh. M'Han'Ee's pud. "Oh, God!" He breathed. "I can't take that
thing, I can't...." And M'Han'Ee leaned in closer and now Don's face and
scalp had the tendrils on his head running all through it. They must have
found a conformation that worked all of a sudden, because Don was suddenly
heavy in the throes of passion! Without even making any real contact, he
was at a state of rut that he normally didn't reach until he was about
two-thirds of a way through the fuck!
     M'Han'Ee moved and Don's legs moved themselves and now they were
wrapped around M'Han'Ee's slender (for him) waist, his ankles found a
purchase in the small of M'Han'Ee's back and that huge dong was knocking on
Don's nether doorway. "Oh, God!" He breathed, but he didn't otherwise
resist. And his body didn't fight at all as that huge prong-tip began to
worm its way into his body.
     There was much less pain than he expected, about what he'd gotten when
the docs at his physical had insisted on a prostate examination on
him. Unpleasant but not much more than that. And those pleasure pulsations
were still coursing through his body.
     Now the tip was well inside him and the shaft of M'Han'Ee's prick was
now working its way into his innards. Don had wondered how even an Iktee
female could take this huge a shaft, and now he knew. The body will find a
way...when it wants to. And thanks to the electrical stimulations of
M'Han'Ee's "hair," Don's body wanted it.
     M'Han'Ee whispered into Don's ear. "And now I am inside of you. Does
it please you?"
     "Yes, oh, oh, God, yes!" Don breathed.
     "I will now slowly begin moving in you," M'Han'Ee warned him. "I shall
be gentle as I can, but you may feel some pain. Tell me when it does, so I
may adjust myself."
     "All right." Don said. Then, "Hey, I understand you!" M'Han'Ee had
spoken in the Iktee tongue...but Don had understood him!
     "Of course." M'Han'Ee agreed. "We have bonded, and our thoughts are
becoming one. As you learn of me, I learn of you."
     "So I'm learning your language?"
     "And I am learning yours." M'Han'Ee said this last sentence in Earth
Basic.
     "That is..." Don paused, then tried it in Iktee. "That is incredible!
I have trouble believing it." He had spoken their language perfectly.
     "Soon all of what is Iktee will be yours, and all that is Earth will
be mine." M'Han'Ee said. "For now, let us celebrate by pleasing each other
in the most intense of possible ways, by loving each other."
     Don's arms were already around M'Han'Ee's chest, but he tightened his
grip and looked up into M'Han'Ee's face almost a foot above him. "I am
ready. God damn, but I'm ready!" He said the second sentence in Basic, and
M'Han'Ee grinned in a very humanlike way.
     And the big Iktee began to fuck at Don's ass. He moved slowly at
first, but Don urged him on with, "Come on, yeah, ooh, yeah, come on,
harder now, harder, faster, come on, I can take it, come in, I can take it,
yeah, oh, oh, oh, God!"
     M'Han'Ee was thrusting into Don with a force that shook the smaller
human heavily with each stab into his vitals. Don was being rocked back and
forth and M'Han'Ee had his back arced in a way that pulled Don's hands down
to where they merely touched his sides, M'Han'Ee was raised up on his own
arms and his hips were jabbing at Don's buttocks with rapid movements.
     Don moaned and in his lust, he shoved at M'Han'Ee and they rolled over
and now Don was on top and he put his hands on M'Han'Ee's chest and his
hips began to move his body on M'Han'Ee's cock and rode the huge organ like
it was his own personal love-toy!
     "Ah, ah, D'Han'Ee!" M'Han'Ee cried out in Iktee. "Your body pleases
me, I am unable to wait any longer!"
     "Come on, give it to me, give it to me!" Don moaned. His own climax
was only seconds away.
     "I release, I release!" And M'Han'Ee arced his back, lifting Don
bodily upwards with his ecstasy and his cock blasted a huge load into Don's
ass.
     As he did, Don's own orgasm wracked him and he roared out his joy and
blasted a heavy load of hot, white Earth jizz all over M'Han'Ee's reddish
body and it poured down the slope of M'Han'Ee's chest toward his neck in a
thick, pearl-colored river.
     Don finished his own climax first, as M'Han'Ee still writhed in his
orgasm, he lay down and rode the strong body as M'Han'Ee concluded and lay
exhausted and satiated beneath him.
     "Ah, my little bond-partner." M'Han'Ee sighed as his big hand stroked
over Don's bare back. "I owe you my life and you have given me yours. My
people are yours now, and yours are mine."
     Don's own mind was still surging with the immense knowledge that had
percolated into his brain along with the sexual stimulation. Oh, there were
gaps, many and big ones, but he had a working knowledge of their language
now, knew most of their customs and understood a good deal of their life
and perspective.
     Leave them? How could he possibly think of leaving! "We are together
now." He said instead of anything of what he had thought. "That is the best
reward I could possibly want."
     "And once we rest a short time, I will reward you some more." M'Han'Ee
promised him. With his cock still imbedded in Don's ass, Don didn't have to
ask how that was going to work out.
     For ten days, Don and M'Han'Ee stayed together in the native
village. By day, Don roamed around the village, learned the people and
talked with them of their lives. At night, he and M'Han'Ee joined again and
again, and not only with Don being fucked, he enjoyed M'Han'Ee's body in
every way and gave himself over and over in return.
     On the eleventh day, Don and M'Han'Ee went together back to the human
camp. Dr. Hanover was chomping at the bit to see them, for Dr. Sherman had
come back some days before with the report that Don now spoke Iktee far,
far better than she did.
     "My dear, dear boy!" He called out and ran up, clamped a hand on Don's
shoulder. "You must tell me all about your experiences. You speak their
language now? By mind-transference alone! Amazing!"
     "A part of that serendipity factor you were talking about." Don
agreed. "I'm now the mission's expert on the Iktee. You have a question,
just ask me. I have all the answers."
     "Yes, I see and..." Doctor Hanover paused. "You look different in some
way." he said.
     Don saw it. Doctor Hanover was no longer over a foot taller than Don,
he was a mere half-dozen inches taller only. "I've been growing in other
ways than knowledge." He admitted. He'd thought his military clothes didn't
fit quite right when he'd put them on again that morning, for the first
time since he'd walked into the village, they hadn't shrunk...he'd grown
both in height and girth. "Just think of it as another case of serendipity
in action."
     Don wondered just how far the serendipity factor was going with his
body. He sure wouldn't mind swinging a schlong like M'Han'Ee's!

                             THE END
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