Wednesday, 27 December 2006


There is much more of this, which I'll post if anyone wants to read it.

Bernould walked aimlessly down 42nd Street. Coming to New York City was the last thing he should have done. Of course, he was free to wander late at night forlornly looking for something to satisfy his hunger, but he still attracted a trail of women who blindly followed him. Some didn’t even realize that was what they were doing. It was little consolation that his trail was shorter and less obtrusive than it would be during the day.

He despised everything about humans: they were filthy, ugly animals that made grotesque noises and ate repulsive food. Bernould could never fathom why his parents had dumped him on this godforsaken planet, especially while he was in heat. He dreamt of being back on Caiea blowing pollen kisses on the wind to nearby females. Unlike most plants, Caians were mobile. They were large and majestic, but moved with a wispy grace, especially the females who emitted a lovely almost trance-inducing scent, which was even stronger when there was a male in heat nearby. A simple touch and an exchange of sap was all they needed to procreate. It was an awesome sight. Bernould was still young, only 100 Earth-years old, and this was his first heat.

They may have been second on Caiea’s evolutionary ladder to the highly intelligent, but immobile, Blumenkas, but they were far more grand in their natural form, much like Earth’s trees, but with feathery translucent bark and tendrils that could easily snare an unsuspecting animal for food. Eating a pognum, a small mammal the size of a raccoon, could feed them for two whole Earth years. More like a giant ghost of a tree, they were very light, with roughly the same body mass as a human, but could reach 130 metres in height at full maturity. Shapeshifting into human form was child’s-play, and Bernould was little more than a child.

Finding suitable food on Earth was an entirely different matter, and further complicated by his heat. Women couldn’t resist him, regardless of their circumstances, especially if he was out in Earth’s bright hot sun. He tanned easily and sweat heavily. The sweat, his sap, carried both his seed and a strong narcotic. A compatible fertile human female could be drawn to him from nearly a kilometre away, and would be impregnated shortly after contact. The more compatible they were, the more addictive his sap was. For a non-compatible woman, the sap was a strong hallucinogenic…in his natural form, that was how a Caian snared its food. Bernould would drug his prey, and then digest it – alive for about half of its captivity, which varied according to its size.

Bernould often thought how easy it would be to just turn down an alley and wait for the women to follow. Like many, in close proximity they would expose themselves trying to impress him. It was an animal urge that was completely unconscious. As they did, he could shift back to his natural form, and one would walk right inside with no realization that she was being eaten alive. She would live in an ecstatic trance for nearly a year before succumbing to death, and it would take a further year for her to be fully digested. She would probably provide enough sustenance for five Earth years. Unfortunately, he would be conspicuous in his natural form in that alley, and the captive woman would be visible to the outside world. Men would try futilely to free her. Other women would continue to be drawn to him like a magnet, and would rub their naked bodies on his bark and either stumble away with their floating pink elephants or leave addicted and possibly pregnant, returning to visit him every day for the rest of their lives. Sadly, he already knew that he would like the taste of them.

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