Page 67 of Savage Union

“This is Cass, my navigator. He’s young so I brought him along to keep him safe,” he said.

One of the men—the closest to us—frowned. His nose, which was longer than all the others—almost a kind of trunk—began to wiggle.

“That’s no he—that’s ashe!”he proclaimed, pointing at me. “I can smell her!”

I took a step back instinctively, but Turk shook his head.

“No, you’re mistaken. I’ve taken showers with Cass before—I can vouch for the fact that he’s a male. He’s from Cata Prime and has Catamite blood—that’swhat you’re smelling.”

“No! Lies!” the one with the extra long nose insisted. He jumped out of his chair and came to stand in front of me. Without warning, he bent over and began snuffling me all over, his long, mobile nose running over my body like some kind of bizarre detector.

“Hey!” I gasped and tried to jump away. But to my discomfort, Turk shook his head.

“Just let him smell you. He’ll satisfy himself in a minute.”

But the Salashion with the long nose was taking more than a minute. He sniffed and snuffed all up and down my body while my heart beat hard enough to make me dizzy. To my horrorhe spent quite a long time sniffing at my upper arm where the Synth Implant was lodged. I was sure he was going to say something about it, but he finally moved on. At last, much to my discomfort, he shoved his nose directly in my crotch and inhaled deeply.

“Here!” he exclaimed, raising his head at last. “I smell a cunny!”

“Impossible!” Turk growled, glaring at him. “Itoldyou, Cass is a Catamite. But he has a shaft, the same as you and me!”

“You wouldn’t be bringing a female to our negotiations, now would you, Captain Turk?” the elder Salashion inquired, frowning at us. “Pingly here is almost never wrong—he has a most talented nose.”

“No, Master Gobosh, I wouldn’t disrespect you or our relationship in that way,” Turk protested.

“If he’s a male, have him show his shaft!” the one with the long nose who was apparently named “Pingly” demanded.

“What?” I exclaimed, taking a step back.

Turk sighed.

“Do it, Cass.”

“What?” I asked again, turning to him. “Surely you don’t want me to?—”

He frowned.

“We need to get on with business. Just show them your shaft to satisfy them.”

“But…but what if I don’t want to?” I asked, feeling sick.

Turk frowned at me.

“Why is this a problem? Don’t you pull it out when you use a public urinal? We’re all males here.”

I could tell there was no getting out of this sticky situation without showing them the fake shaft the Synth implant was projecting for me. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I unfastened myuniform trousers and pushed them down just enough to show it, curled against my thigh like a little brown shrimp.

“Well—it’s not very big but it’s definitely there,” Master Gobosh remarked, causing laughter from the two other Salashions still sitting at the table.

But Pingly wasn’t laughing. He was staring at my fake shaft with a frown on his face and his nose was still twitching.

“No,” he said. “This is wrong! It mightlooklike a shaft but it smells like acunny!He’s a woman, I tell you—an ill-luck, female. I can smell it!”

“Enough of this!” Turk growled, glaring at him. “The boy showed you his shaft—what more do you want from him? Let’s sit down and get these negotiations started. Cass, do up your trousers,” he added, looking at me.

But I didn’t get a chance because at that moment Pingly reached one of his four hands between my legs.

“Hey!” I shouted, trying to jump back. But my uniform trousers—which were a little too big—slipped further down my thighs. My legs got tangled and I fell backwards.

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