Flipp'er
It resembled an out-of-the-body experience, yet it was one so profound and visceral, it rendered Carol both magnificently present and absent at the same time. She was riding the enchanted dolphin, surging through an unknown universe, its interstellar dust and dark matter. Carol closed her eyes to have a better understanding of the verdant galaxies zooming by, grazing her vulnerable, naked shuttle of a body. The dolphin had Belivet’s eyes like iridescent starbursts or nebulae, and she thought of the gentle seal of her dream, overwhelming her senses, dragging her into the vortex of desire.
Just as Carol thought she’d secured her hold of the dolphin’s sleek, slippery slope, the mammal shook her off and shot through her Milky Way, zigzagging around constellations she had known nothing about. Reaching to capture it once more, she heard a series of sounds resembling clicks and whistles, sounds bursting out of the dolphin like pulses not quite strong enough to break the surface of stars. But the click train did not emanate from the shape-shifting mammal at all, it echoed from Carol.
Defying gravity, she had coursed past the Sea of Tranquility all the way to the outer rim of her gratifying black hole, to the event horizon sucking her forcefully in. Her core gyrating, Carol rotated towards the epicenter with no hope of escape. All her particles scattered in solar wind, she let go of time, place and control.
Her eyes now open, Carol let Belivet crowd her fractured consciousness, her line of vision that curved and bent over past and future, spiraling into the abyss of present. Belivet had turned the dolphin into a black, luminous sphere, its rays whetted and alluring to fill the vast, immense void of her want. The blink of an eye it happened, the brunette alien started to grow and multiply, to become an omnipresence Carol couldn’t avoid much longer. Her fuselage starting to shake, she willed her main engine far above its record thrust.
The sphere seemed to swell, to spread beams of bliss across Carol’s lucid dream. Terezian nymphs fed her eggs and spinach and they tasted like ambrosia, and when she turned her head, Belivet’s scorching mouth melted on her lips. The pleasure distilling, reaching its imminent apogee, Carol’s vessel crashed and burned in one, excruciatingly brilliant flash tossing a plume of happy blonde hair on the pillow.
“Mom, are you alright?” Rindy waved her hand across Carol’s motionless eyes. “She hasn’t said a word all morning,” she complained to Abby who found her friend’s sudden catatonia perplexing.
“Carol,” she started, “Can you hear me?” Abby’s question hovered somewhere out of Carol’s reach. They were sitting at the breakfast table but she hadn’t touched her food at all. Her euphoric mind wandered far away in the galactic gardens of viridescent wonder.
“It’s the stupid smile that worries me…” Abby said still glancing at Carol who sat calmly next to Belivet. The latter was having her second carton of eggs and feigning perfect ignorance as far as the current topic of conversation was concerned.
Where’s the dolphin? Cantrell glared at Belivet. Or should I rephrase – where WAS the dolphin? Hearing her question, Harrison became alert as well.
“What dolphin??” Abby demanded to know. “What are you talking… ahem, thinking about?” She felt the need to speak instead of transmitting. Cantrell raised her hand to shut her up.
You gave her the dolphin… Cantrell was furious. Admit it! Deeply worried, Harrison shook her head and grabbed Rindy’s hand.
What if I did? Belivet replied rolling her eyes at her accuser. She needed it and I wanted to. She pricked a hole in a new egg and sucked it dry. Sensing Belivet’s thoughts, something in Carol stirred and it made her cling to her alien. Belivet wrapped her arm tightly around Carol and pressed her against herself. Hush… everything’s okay, baby.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THE DOLPHIN???” Abby was beside herself. “WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THE DOLPHIN???” The phone rang at the same moment and she had to take it. It was Mr. Oliver who had been to the lawyer’s office to meet with Mrs. Frittenhoff’s representatives. Somehow the situation had turned upside down, he cried to Abby over the phone, and instead of denying any wrongdoing on his part, he had ended up admitting having had lewd thoughts about Mrs. Frittenhoff for years now, not to mention his active eye fucking while still at work. Luckily Abby succeeded in calming him down to finish the call in moderate time. Everything would work out just fine for him in the end, she reassured.
You are forming an unhealthy attachment, Cantrell said coldly. Our time here is limited and it would be cruel to leave them wanting something they can’t ever have again.
“WHAAAT… THEEEE… FUUUCK… IIIIIIS… THEEEE… DOOOOLPHIIIN???” Abby’s frustration was reaching a new level and it made Cantrell to leap all over her.
Abigail-2015, she transmitted ominously, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I will have to use TNT on you. Hearing such an unexpected threat. Abby’s jaw dropped.
The explosive? I thought you came in peace? Rindy asked confused. Her eyes kept darting at Belivet and Cantrell, finally settling on Harrison who seemed embarrassed by the whole situation.
It is indeed explosive, Belivet admitted. The Terezian Nipple Twirl is a method used only in dire situations, and Cantrell is obviously overreacting here. It was the first time any kind of discord occurred between them.
Overreacting? Cantrell was fuming. Look what you did! She’s as unresponsive as a hatchling with a too tight cross-section.
She wasn’t unresponsive to the dolphin, Belivet muttered, blushing slightly.
You have nevertheless caused a defect! Cantrell continued emphatically. Did you even think about hot cracking? The residual stress? Noooo… you were too busy feeding the dolphin, she scoffed contemptuously. I sure hope you’re happy now!
I am, actually, Belivet said defiantly. Carol-2015 was cracking up – and there was no misrun at any point.
WHAT THE FUCK IS HOT CRACKING??? Abby was pulling her hair in desperation. DOLPHIN? MISRUN? AND WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY FRIEND?
Calm down, Abigail-2015, Belivet started calmly, Carol-2015 is experiencing what our annals call an endothermic crystallization due to supersaturation. She picked up a stack of papers titled The Terezian Chronicles, volume 3216, and proceeded to read an excerpt:
“Holy sphere pocket! I stood transfixed before my commander as she probed my heaving hull with her smoldering, piercing vision. All my fuel was leaking out fast, my pale, moonlit structure trembling under her ruthless attention. This can’t be happening! I screamed silently, as my stream-lined, fusion-starved frame was showing the first signs of an imminent short circuit…”
Terezian Chronicles are… soft porn? Rindy interrupted raising her eyebrows. Abby shot an angry glance at her and urged Belivet to continue.
“…when she finally opened my overheated hatch, I knew my time had come. I was to be supersaturated by my gorgeous commander!!! She told me my nozzle was expanding, and it only increased the flow of the propellant…”
To Abby’s great dismay, Belivet put the papers away. Annoyed with Cantrell, she returned to her eggs and spinach. Carol nuzzled her face against her shoulder.
DID YOU OPEN CAROL’S HATCH? It seemed to hit Abby only just now. Hearing her agitated thought, Rindy flinched and shot a worried glance at her mother. A serene smile had crept on Carol’s beautiful face. She felt all warm and fuzzy inside.
I want some freakin’ answers and I want them now. The scientist in Abby raised her adamant head. Carol’s my best friend and she’s never acted this way before… like, like… a fucking veg… limp spinach! She was also an awesome and caring friend.
Everyone calm down. Harrison stood up and spread her arms wide. I’ll tell you. Both Cantrell and Belivet tried to object but she shut them up. Carol-2015 is not in any vegetative state. She has engaged in an activity known as The Flipp ‘er. Harrison gazed at Rindy lovingly. It is a relatively safe form of preliminary fusion enough to trigger a flow of ecstasy so intense it leaves the target in a state of utter satisfaction for hours, days or even weeks.
Speechless for a second, Abby gawked at both Harrison and Carol. The Dolphin..? She managed to gasp in her mind.
Harrison nodded. Yes. The key to happiness.