314. Creating life, 1

(Rose)

I've been aware of the existence of that set of masculine attributes between my legs for a while already.

I knew it was there, and what is the technical purpose of that thingy; but the less I was reminded of its existence, the better I was.

I knew it was there, and it wasn't reminding me of its presence too strongly, so I could mind my own business in peace for a while.

I don't know if this is how it happens for boys reaching puberty, but to me it decided to suddenly wake up one night; without warning.

It was in a dream of anatomically incorrect depiction of sexual intercourse. Awake, I know enough of the human anatomy, for both genders genitalia to know how they should work together. Their geometry is not as horizontal as it was in that dream, weirdly. Not that it matters a lot, but the picture bugged me afterward. It looked like a clumsy attempt at depiction of heterosexual intercourse made by someone who doesn't really know what penis and vagina look like. And I do, so it was weird.

Anyway, fuzzy dream, looking queer in awaken retrospective. A scene where a weird looking penis, almost wider than it was long, entering completely vertically into the open lips of a vagina. The two unidentified persons lying down there, really on top of one another, facing each other, had this fantasized perfectly vertical motion of penetration. Why?

It was as if I was altogether feeling the sensation of the male persona, but watching this scene from behind them, looking closely at the odd looking intercourse.

I felt the sensation of something being pumped through this short but wide shaft, and pumped deep inside that vagina. I felt it.

A nice feeling woke me up and I realised what had just happened as I found myself all sticky and damp around my penis.

Shite...

It was still the middle of the night.

Because we don't wash ourselves every other day, and I didn't want to waste water right away just to clean that, I just went to pick some leaves to wipe the stains and goo from me and my clothes.

Stains and some smell would probably remain until the next wash, but tough luck...

I sighed in annoyance.

I got things as clean as I could for the time being, so I returned to sleep, a little angry.

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On the next morning, as we were packing, all I could smell was this sticky stain lingering. The smell wasn't that strong, but I was annoyed and overthinking it.

Bleue noticed something odd, but thankfully not on me.

B – Come see this Rose.

Just a few steps away, there was a spot close to the shrubs and trees where odd little mushrooms and flowers add clearly appeared and grown overnight. They were mostly pale, cream or very pale green coloured. They were spreading their various species growth in the rough shape of a star, from a central spot and radiating spreads, in a spot of the grass where I could recognise some dry leaves remaining.

I sighed so deeply that Bleue looked at me with intense focus from that moment. She knew I knew, and waited for me to explain what I obviously was keeping from her about this.

I covered my forehead and then my face with my hands for a few seconds, annoyed, really annoyed; saying to myself this was not possible.

I was tensing up, and beginning to show signs of anger rising. Bleue noticed and instinctively made a small step away from me. She intuitively guessed from my demeanour that I needed a little more space, and that this anomaly was probably somehow her fault.

R – That... That thingy you gave me, decided to bother me last night. This is where I cleaned myself up. So... This result here more or less comes from me yes...

Bleue's eyes grew a little wider, she gawked at me, agape. She then looked back at the small area of growing mushrooms and flowers just there, very obviously foreign to their surrounding cousin species.

B - You did this? That's...

R - Disgusting..

B - No. That's amazing! You did this?

She went down on her knees to examine closer the new plants that appeared there. Her passionate curiosity only increased my anger though.

B - They don't look like seeds that would have been dormant in the ground and sprouted as when you grow a garden. They are foreign species, all of them... So that means, their seeds come from... from you... You carried... or created life Rose.

R - I can't say I feel happy about it. Despite how miraculous and fascinating this may look to you.

As sunlight begins to reach them, some of the small plants begin to metabolise pigmentation and darken, picking up new colours Essentially a chlorophyll green, but others as well.

I'm sick of it. Bleue is amazed.

B - Come on, if it weren't for where that comes from, you would be curious about them too.

R - That's true...

Focusing, our eyes can see what looks like a drop of ink spreading through fibres of a low quality paper. It's some of this invisible energy that has spread like branches like that, from the spill. It probably carried some information of old plants I encountered in the past, and consumed or fused with what lied around in that fertile soil, creating these new plant lives.

First it spread as if flowing freely through and around, and then coagulated into droplets that later turned into plants rising from invisible seeds at an absurdly fast rate. They had enough vitality to grow a few centimetres in half a night.

Not many things could grow naturally that fast.

They are a wonder.

Then again, it means that thing I have somewhat is as well. And I'm far, far less happy about that.

R - So I might have the ability to create these kind of life forms now uh...

B - It would seem so. Though I guess that means... well...

R - I'm thrilled...

I wasn't exactly smiling saying that.

B - But still... If so much could grow with so little time and efforts, maybe there could be uses for it. I mean, maybe it could be helpful for us as we're traveling...

R - ... Yeah, maybe... A fertiliser hm...

It wouldn't be as amoral as cannibalism at least, and I guess it could be fertiliser like other kinds of waste can be.

But it would still be emotionally painful for me, for this manly appendage remains disgusting to me.

Bleue holds my hand to reassure me.

I'm scarred of the wild ideas she could already have running through her right now.

B - You know, if you could grow vegetables rapidly and Ana lay enough eggs, we wouldn't have much to worry anymore regarding food.

I sigh very deeply.

She's laughing.

R - Then... You should be the one to produce milk for the three of us. Start working on that.

B - Wait, what? Oh... Hey!

I poked her and now I laugh.

Ana poked her chest too, probably just playing at mimicking me.

I laugh even more. Bleue is flushed a beautiful red, holding a scream. Nice.

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