In the Darkest Place by Spline Duck

US Copyright Registered 1999


Editor's Note: The records of the organization known as
INTERSEX contain many fascinating and original events. As they
are edited and released, we hope to bring more of them to the
attention of the public. INTERSEX is officially the acronym of
Interstellar Scientific Expeditions (but everyone knows that
it really stands for Interspecies Sex; that's what makes their
bread and butter. SD

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ADMINISTRATIVE ADVISORY: The risk discovered during our
agents' trip to the past is considerable. I recommend that
INTERSEX take more care in assigning agents to difficult
expeditions. In this case, a junior agent endangered both of
the participants.

AGENT'S SUMMARY: Because of the unusual nature of the fossils,
the science team decided to attempt to recover a recording
from the living beasts. While Interstellar Scientific
Expeditions (INTERSEX) seldom engages in time travel, the
scientific and fiscal benefits from attempting to record the
mating of the mumat are so great that we decided that the
level of danger and the cost were acceptable. As the senior
agent in the expedition, I am dictating a transcript
describing our findings. We were not prepared for the danger
we met. The popular success of the edited program prepared
from our research does seem to justify the expedition.

EXPEDITION TRANSCRIPT: The two fossils were found on a plateau
on the planet known as Terra. The beasts, in life, resembled
the rocks that they were found among. We found them among huge
stones that were part of the deep foundations of an old,
fortified building. The building is now just a pile of rubble,
but there are signs that it was palatial and well furnished
when it was occupied. By all appearances, the original
builders incorporated the mumat into the foundations. The
mumat's slow physical motion, hard exoskeleton, and dull
coloring probably led the builders to simply build around them
by adding stones. The builders probably did not know that the
mumat were alive.

Although there are many commercial transcripts of the sexual
experiences of large beasts, we felt that this might be a new
and unique experience for the public. The demand (especially
from women) for high intensity transferences of large male
beasts has been very high lately. The possible financial
dividends of an excellent recording encouraged us to make the
expensive time trip. So, we prepared an expedition to the
distant past to retrieve a recording of the mating of the
mumat.

We materialized late on a warm spring night, on the bank of a
stream below a large castle. Clear, pleasant weather and
moonlight made a beautiful scene. Agent 372 and I shouldered
our packs of recording equipment and started up toward the
entrance. We saw lights above, and we heard the distant sound
of music. As we climbed, the sound of music grew more
distinct, and we heard occasional loud voices and shrieks of
laughter from inside. Considering that I had done many
successful past expeditions, we had no intimation that there
might be any difficulties ahead. It was just another standard
retrieval expedition.

I expected that our most difficult problem would be gaining
access to the castle. Such buildings, after all, had usually
been built to deny access to outsiders. But 372 and I have had
lots of experience in getting others to grant us insights and
access others might have trouble getting. After all, INTERSEX
does hire professional archaeologists and psychologists; the
primary goal is still supposed to be the furthering of
scientific knowledge. If salable recordings of alien sexual
diversions result, so much the better. In the most difficult
cases, the psychic projectors and recorders that we carried
could be used to raise illusions that might change the minds
of anyone who tried to deny us access. We didn't expect to
have to go that far, but we were ready to deal with strong
rebuffs.

As we approached the entrance, the sounds from inside grew
louder and more distinct. Clearly, people were enjoying
themselves. As we crossed a bridge over a moat filled with
flowers, we expected watchmen to stop us at the other side.
Instead, there was a small sign welcoming visitors (probably
not meant for us) to the equinox celebration. And there was a
watchman and a watchwoman there, but they were asleep in each
other's arms (with their clothing in considerable disarray).
372 and I walked quietly by; I figured we were in free.

Some distance ahead, down a somewhat dim hall, was a brightly-
lit room. Several couples and trios were dancing, caressing,
and (at least a couple) coupling. I'll admit it did seem a
rather appropriate environment for our INTERSEX assignment.
372 asked if we could linger for a few minutes, but I said we
needed to get below.

We turned to a side corridor and started to explore, looking
for a route to the depths of the castle. In the dim corridors,
we passed rooms only slightly more lit, from which we heard
the sounds of passion. At least most of them sounded like
passion, although occasionally they might have been discomfort
or pain. Certainly, we heard the sound of a slap once; when we
sneaked a look into the room, we saw a hand fall on rather
shapely buttocks. We worked our way deeper into the castle,
and the sounds mostly faded away. But they were not entirely
gone; ventilation tubes throughout the castle conducted sounds
from the revelry above. After a while, concentrating on the
serious task at hand became a little difficult.

At length, we came to the dungeon part of the castle. Our map
showed that the mumat were still below us. Hidden in a corner,
we found a tiny spiral staircase leading down. Below, we found
ourselves in an area that was rough and damp. Clearly, the
builders only needed this area to check the foundations. But
here is where the mumat was.

Huge stones, gray and slick, surrounded us. But the largest of
them were the two that we knew were the mumat. They faced each
other across a corridor, perhaps 10 feet apart. Surely, the
earlier natives, when building this structure, would have
thought them to be large stones. Without special knowledge, I,
also, would have thought them to be stones. The slow
metabolism of the mumat requires little food; they can subsist
for long periods on the algae, fungus, and organic detritus in
runoff water. Every so often they would have grabbed passing
vermin and, perhaps once in an eon, a human.

372 and I set up the projectors and recorders. We had some
fussy little problems tuning the recorders to the unusually
broad frequency range of the mumat. But after a few minutes,
our head-mounted monitors showed that we were picking up the
signals. As is usual for such a slow organism, the sexual
portion of the signal was weak; they weren't into breeding at
the moment. (Hardly surprising when unexpected guests just
drop in, unannounced.) So, we started setting up the
projectors to encourage and guide them (and speed up the
proceedings). Although the finished product would be adjusted
to a human's attention span, it's still convenient to record
the mating in a reasonable period of time. Besides, the
technicians can get better fidelity if they don't compress the
time scale too much.

We had some difficulties setting up the projectors. I think
the mumat must breed very seldom; it seemed difficult to reach
their sexual band. The broad frequency range required to reach
the mumat didn't help, either. In the end, we set the
projectors so broadly that they almost lapped into the human
band. Of course, the recorders were setup to log the data into
the human band so that we could monitor it the progress. That
meant that even before the mumat were sexually involved, we
could feel some arousal, just due to crosstalk.

As INTERSEX agents, we were used to crosstalk, and it didn't
cause us any problem. Crosstalk is easy to ignore, and no
residents were nearby to pick up on it. In particular, the
sounds of the orgy above didn't seem to change much during our
setup phase; the shouts and shrieks just echoed down the air
tubes, sounding much as before. I had worried that leakage
from the equipment might be felt and detected by the
residents.

Then we fully turned on the projectors to encourage the mumat.
Immediately, we were aware that there might be some trouble;
the mumat barely responded to the signals. We increased the
strength to the maximum, and we could see no sign of arousal.
Certainly, there was no motion that we could see. This was
going to be a toughie.

Next, we set up the reflectors and repeaters around the
passage to increase the response. The overlap into the bands
that our monitors use was getting pretty intense by this
point. I had to prompt 372 to keep focused on the job. A large
erection, visible under clothing, hinted at coming trouble. I
worried that if 372 was already stroking such a large
erection, we might find ourselves even more distracted later.
I was having a little trouble concentrating; I was starting to
feel moist stirrings myself.

The instruments were near to their limits, making the readings
a little difficult to interpret; we were flying by the seat of
our pants. We were making the adjustments based on the
perceptions coming into our monitors, so everything we did to
stimulate the mumat was based on what was increasing our own
stimulation. By this time, I think 372 was starting to lose
it; Suddenly, I felt 372's huge, now naked, erection against
my thigh. I yelled, "Get back to your instruments! Keep
focused. This won't take much longer." But that reddened pole
of an erection was already distracting my mind.

Finally, the mumat began to respond. But they didn't just
slowly awaken; the first hint that we had was an enormous
blast of erotic energy on our monitors. As we fine-tuned the
range of the projectors, the real problem arose: we had
finally crept fully into the human frequency range, and we
started picking up the orgy above. Momentarily, I was stunned
into immobility by an enormous erotic wave. The whole system
was now working in the human range, recorder and projector
alike.

Then the feedback started between the recorder and the
projector. The whole system went beyond our control. The
feedback of the orgy pushed the system and us over the edge. I
heard the sounds from the ventilation tubes suddenly increase
as the participants above were pushed to new heights, probably
greater than any of them had ever experienced before. They
would remember this as a party beyond all previous limits!

372 was naked immediately. All I could see for a moment was
that glorious erection, enormous, delicious. Behind 372, I
could see the change starting to happen in the male mumat as
he also became aroused. With the monitoring instrument on my
head, I was having trouble distinguishing between 372's
arousal and that of the mumat. I was having trouble
distinguishing between my arousal and that of the female
mumat. Actually, I was having trouble distinguishing between
myself and the mumat at all. 372's erection seemed stony and
as tall as I am, and I was going to consume it. The shrieks
from above continued to increase.

Standing there in the corridor, I felt 372 entering me.
Standing there joined together in the middle of the corridor,
the illusion of the mumat's joining continued to overpower me.
An erection several feet long and covered with huge ridges
opened me. I could feel it passing completely through me,
sawing in and out. It felt like a second vagina had opened
between my shoulder blades, and the tip passed from one to the
other, pumping into one and out of the other and then back. I
was covered in juice and sweat from myself. In the psychic
image, both openings were pouring juice. All of the restraint
training that we had had as agents was totally overwhelmed.
The equipment was completely out of our control. The corner of
my mind that was still concentrating on the external world
noticed that the male mumat was now getting really aroused.
The feedback from the orgy was getting into his brain, too.

I knew that this was going to be a great recording, perhaps
even a real classic, but I needed to get control of the
situation. 372 was unable to respond any longer. When I used
the headset to check, I found that 372 was totally lost, mind
a mixture of the orgy above and the male mumat.
Simultaneously, a dozen or so women were consuming that
erection, two or three more taking it deep in their mouths,
drinking the stream of juice. I luxuriated in the mumat organ
deep inside and passing through me. In 372's mind, the organ
was as a big as a human, bigger: six or seven feet long and a
foot or more in diameter. And the organ continued to bury
itself in me. And my own perception of a vagina several feet
long, stony hard, massaging, caressing, squeezing that rock-
hard organ as it sawed through me kept feeding back to 372,
increasing the mumat's arousal and then mine.

And then I saw the danger. Fighting for control, I tried to
take in the actual physical situation in the corridor.
Something was tremendously different from the image I was
receiving. The mumat was not responding the way the feedback
in the monitor and projectors was telling us. The feedback had
mixed up the mumat with the orgy above and with our own
perceptions. When I momentarily examined the mumat, I realized
that where I had expected to see a stately, pulsing, rock-hard
tree of a penis crossing the corridor and entering the female,
another organ was actually showing itself.

My first thought was that I was looking at the female mumat,
that I was looking at gigantic vulva. Looking back and forth,
I assured myself that, yes, that is where the male is. On the
surface of the male, a space had opened between what looked
like a giant, vertical pair of lips. Between was a tubercle
with a central depression, looking a bit like the opening of a
vagina. What was going on here? I dug through the confused
signals in the monitor, looking for the female mumat. Female
signals were everywhere. It was like a room of mirrors. Female
images were everywhere: hair, vulva, vagina, lips. The orgy
above was in full swing and fully involved in the feedback.
For a moment, I was captured by the illusion that I was tied
to chair, being enjoyed from behind, but I wrenched myself
back to the corridor.

Where was the real male mumat's signal, the clean signal
without the orgy; without my huge vagina massaging it, milking
it, sucking it; without 372's huge erection?

And there it was: stately, ponderous, providing the source of
all of the power, the strength that drove the feedback and
carried the orgy along on its signal. He was approaching a
peak, but we had not read all of the sexual range of the
mumat. Sure, he could raise a penis just like the one that I
felt opening a canal through me. He could raise an erection
big enough to span this corridor and more. But when the female
doesn't respond, or doesn't respond quickly enough, he has
another route. Meanwhile, 372 was approaching a peak; faster
and faster I pushed against the huge organ stroking me. But
the mumat was approaching his peak in a different way. That
wasn't his penis I saw.

Hypodermic insemination is their other route, and that's what
he was preparing to perform.

Lots of animals use hypodermic insemination. For one thing, it
requires less cooperation from the female. But this female was
built like a stone, a boulder, a monolith. The hide of the
mumat is so rocklike that the natives had thought these were
stones. So hypodermic insemination would need a cannonblast to
work. The two mumat were only about 10 feet apart, and we were
between. Our lives were in danger, and 372's self- image was
an immobile mumat.

Searching through all of the images in my head, I found a
tall, dark, bearded man in the orgy above. He was buried deep
in a beautiful blond who was reaching an incredible, feedback-
enhanced orgasm. Pressing the image of them onto 372 and
myself, I strained for the edge. Mixing in a little of the
mumat images, I gripped, squeezed, thrust, squirting juice
from my vagina as I came, pulling and massaging, hurrying 372
to the edge. As 372 came with a loud shout, I heard more
shouts from the ventilation tubes. The coupling mumat returned
to control me. My huge, muscular vagina crushed down on the
timber coursing through me, opening crevices into its side to
let out the semen. 372 and I suddenly were joined together in
the images; I couldn't tell which side I was on. Momentarily
focused by the end of the first orgasm, I pushed us both to
the floor, both of us spent and our minds empty.

And the first blast from the mumat passed just over our heads,
destroying the main projector. As the projector died, an
enormous surge of erotic energy swept out, through our
monitors, and through us. A second and a third blast followed.
The floor shook with the force of the injections. The walls
shook. The sound of the impact made our ears ring. Surely, the
celebrants above must have thought that the earth moved; the
Earth did move. They may not understand why, but the Earth did
move; it did.

With the projector destroyed, the feedback ended. There was
momentarily silence in the corridor, except for the muffled
splash of semen dripping from the wounds in the female mumat.
No sound came from the ventilation tubes for a moment. And
then the revelers started up again.

I called to 372 to see if she were OK. Finally, I could see
her as female again. Her first response was only a moan. I
looked over at her to see what her condition was. There was a
small cut on her cheek and a larger one on her shoulder. A
thin stream of blood ran from her shoulder onto her breast and
around an erect nipple. Probably from fragments of the
projector or of the hide of the female mumat cut her as they
passed. As I stroked her cheek, she startled.

"Is it over?" she asked. "Did we get it? Are you all right? Oh
God! What I did to you! Are you all right?"

I tried to reassure her, "I'm OK, or I will be when I've had
time to catch my breath."

372 hadn't sorted out what was real and what had been feedback-
induced illusions. She said, "How could I have done that to
you. Do you have a wound on your back? God! Where did it go
through you?"

I gathered 372 into my arms, and I reassured her that I was
fine. "It's OK. It was just the feedback. You weren't actually
the mumat. You're back to human female. Just lie here, and
sort it out."

372 and I lay there for an indeterminate time. We were totally
spent, and our minds needed time to clear. When we finally
stood up, we were covered in sticky mumat semen and surrounded
by wrecked equipment. Slowly, we began sifting through the
flotsam, picking out our clothes.

As we retraced our steps on our way out of the castle, it
seemed that most of the revelers were asleep. The sounds we
heard as we limped into the dawn were muted and distant.

The technicians recovered enough of the sequence for INTERSEX
to produce a recording of the mating of the mumat. They didn't
advertise that it was enhanced by the illusion that 372 and I
produced and participated in. It IS a great recording. They
were able to smooth the ending a little; it hardly matters,
since most of it was illusion anyway.

INTERSEX redesigned its equipment to increase the safety
limits and beefed up agent training a bit. 372 has retired as
an INTERSEX agent; something seems to have burned out in her
brain. I, myself, considered retiring. INTERSEX told me to
take a six-month sabbatical, and I'm feeling much better now.
But I haven't been able to clear the images from my mind.

I want to be the mumat again.




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