So, even if someone doesn’t like the idea of getting sucked off, what’s a few weeks of free blow jobs before being done forever? Especially since it means keeping humans safe and healthy.
Zane is one of the people who seems to think the cost is too high.
“Uh, yeah,” I answer as I grab my protein shake from the counter. “I finished my registration last night. I have to go in for my orientation and first session tomorrow.”
The registration is a requirement, like the draft used to be, which is ironic because, since the arrival of the Vyastil, we don’t have wars anymore. And with the monsters, no one is forced to fight for their lives when their number is called.
He looks a little pale, like maybe he thought I was joking this entire time. “Shit, Everest, you serious? You’re actually going to go?”
“Yeah, I mean, I don’t have a reason not to. Have you done it yet?” His birthday was three weeks before mine, and every semen-producing person has six months past their twenty-first birthday to fill out the online forms.
But I’m not surprised when he shudders and shakes his head.
“Fuck no. I’m going to ask for an extension. You know, for mental health reasons.”
“Dude, you get your cock sucked, like, every weekend. How is this any different?”
His blue eyes widen, and he sputters, his curly blond hair flopping around on his head as he shakes it. “I don’t get it suckedeveryweekend! And even if I did, it’s by a woman. Ahumanwoman, not some weird monster with a long tongue and…and…” He waves his hand around, and I arch an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t finish his sentence.
“I heard it feels nice,” I say when he doesn’t go on. “They can deep throat. Like, theentiretime.” My cheeks are slightly pink as I say this, though I don’t want to be embarrassed. No one should be ashamed of liking what the monsters offer.
Zane doesn’t look impressed. “That doesn’t make up for the fact that you have to go in every week and let them suck you off! It’s clinical and cold. Andweird.”
I scoff as I stand up and walk over to grab my gym bag for our weekly session. “Yeah, so what? Like you know the names of the women who get on their knees for you?”
He flips me off but doesn’t say anything else because he knows I’m right. It’s never been about feelings for him before. He’s just desperately trying to find an excuse for why he feels the way he does about the Vyastil.
Honestly, though, I’m tired of this same argument we’ve been having for years.
Signing up for the program is something I’ve been planning since I was seventeen. And since I was eighteen and able to move freely around the internet, I’ve been preparing myself for the next step.
Besides, the monsters offer us too much not to do it.
And it’s not like it’s hard work for us. We sit there, get off, and go home. Rinse and repeat until we get married, age out, or file an appeal to stop.
I mean, win-win, right? Not that I’m into dudes, but these are monsters with a very androgynous form. And I’ve gotten off to anime monster porn before, so I can’t imagine it’ll bother me much when I’m in a monster’s chair.
“What time are you going in tomorrow?” Zane finally asks as we make our way toward the living room.
“Uh,” I pull up the email on my phone and stare down at it. “Check-in is at noon.”
“Which clinic?”
“New Beginnings over on Main Street.” That’s where the portal to their world is in our town. Right now, there are several all over the state. The monsters come and go through each one, and some have spread out, but the concentration is always highest near the portals.
The monsters are usually only interested in the clinics, but as they’ve learned our language and customs, some of them have decided to settle here with us.
Plenty have gotten jobs since the species’ work laws were passed, and now that they’re legally allowed to, some have invested in the stock market and real estate.
There are still protests all over the globe, but most of the people crossing into Michigan are here to see them, not to make trouble for the Vyastil.
Zane’s eyebrows rise. “Well, shit.”
“Huh?” I frown at the way his face is still a little pale. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…it’s actually happening, Ev. I never thought we’d have to—” He waves his hands around again and swallows heavily. “I guess it just…seems real now.”
“Yeah, I get it. It’s weird, but it is what it is. I don’t feel like fighting it.” I take a breath, then say, “What if I promise to tell you how it goes?” Technically, we’re not supposed to talk about it. Once we’re registered, we get access to even more information about the Vyastil, but we’re not allowed to share that with people who haven’t signed up or participated in the service.
