Rypchynes - Sex Stories

Rypchynes

... replied solemnly. "Try reading his works sometimes. Anyway, you have a week before your rypchynes are fully formed and ready for experimentation."

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I tried to read Lem's stories, at least this one about rypchynes. What a complicated old language! I did not read much. But the guy really had a weird imagination... and he really predicted a lot of present-day things.

During that week we got along, explored the research complex, slept, had sex, played games, and were generally bored. We could not wait for the rypchynes to grow.

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We have the rypchynes! They look like palm-wide bands of beautiful iridescent emerald indigo color that cover the inside of our forearms, from the elbow to the wrist, and run down both sides of the body, from the ribs over the hips to the knees. The color is so beautiful! It reminds us of some butterfly wings, beetle elytra, and peacock feathers. We admire them all day long. It's so strange to be so fixated on a simple color, however beautiful.

"Nothing strange," Dr. Brown chuckled. "It's part of your brain upgrades. As a rypchine bearer, you are attracted to the sight and smell of rypchynes, just as all humans are attracted to the sight and smell of the bodies of suitable sex partners."

Wow.

Smell?

We sniffed the rypchynes, our own and each other's. A very strange, inhuman smell, like creosote, bitumen, and something chemical. Need I say how pleasant this smell is? And it's slightly different for each of us. I like Tim ...

... and Lessie's smell best, and Lessie likes Roger's.

"Wonderful!" Dr. Mendosa took notes. "FYI, I can't tell the difference. And no unaltered human would. Only rypchyne bearers are sensitive to the individual scent variations that control attraction."

I sniffed Tim's forearm again and felt an unfamiliar tickling and goosebumps along my rypchynes. I looked at them and was amazed to see that my hands were swelling and bulging, turning into something like thick fur made up of thin feathers. My rypchyne scent grew distinctively stronger, too. I touched them with my finger, and they felt soft and silky, but nothing special.

"This is what rypchyne arousal feels and looks like," Dr. Mendosa explained. "Excellent. Everything matches the models so far."

"What now?" Roger asked. He also touched his rypchynes.

"Now you could stop sniffing and touching and observe how the excitement subsides. Or... you could continue to the climax."

Stop at this point? Never!

"The rypchynes are stimulated by the rypchynes," Dr. Mendosa explained. "For the first time, I suggest you do this in pairs, forearms only."

"Okay..."

We sat on our beds, facing each other, extended our forearms, and touched, rypchyne to rypchyne.

We hardly noticed when we started rubbing our rypchynes together. The geneers made our rypchyne reflexes perfect.

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Now comes the complicated part of my notes. It's hard to describe the feeling. It's really hard. With sex or tasty food, it is so easy ...