CHAPTER NINE : DEPARTING STORM

  Meredith finished her diagnostic of the communications board. She wrote down the last of her findings and smiled as she gave her station a clean bill of health. Her chair creaked as she turned it around to stand.

  Behind her, a light began to glow on her console. From across the room, Psi watched with interest as his plaque lit up with his pale face. He watched Meredith walk over to George and hand him the pad with her assorted data. He knew that they would be tied up together for more than enough time that he needed.

  Love, it was such a bothersome and all-consuming trait. Yet, right now it was just what the artificial intelligence ordered.

  Psi plugged himself into the communications array and realigned the signal dishes. Sandra felt the hum of their gears as she sat at the desk in her quarters; but she quickly dismissed it as normal ship operations. A few more lights lit up on Meredith's console as Psi began to send out his transmission, but no one was there to notice them.

  Meredith playfully squeezed George's arm as they continued to talk, flirting with little care or consequence.

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  Gryphon laughed to himself as he looked at the empty duffel bag that rested on his bed. Next to it was his gold watch that now had a stretch wristband.

  "What the hell am I going to pack?"

  Everything in his closets were now to small for him to wear. Not even his socks were usable. He looked up at the nine foot high ceiling; it was less than a foot away from his head and he reached out to tap on it. Everything in his quarters seemed alien; a smaller replica of the things that he used to call dear. Piles of dirty clothing had been added to with piles of torn ones. He had unsuccessfully tried on some of it and now stood naked, frustrated with his situation. He shook his head.

  "I can't believe how fucked up this is. Being forced off the ship; I don't even want to be here anyway!"

  Gryphon caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he smiled at the image that greeted him. The lean body with taut muscle groups that bled through pale skin with fierce definition. His manhood swayed heavily from his pelvis; drifting down his thighs proudly. He had never been too thrilled with his physique before and he silently thanked the alien craft for it's assistance.

  He had been teased relentlessly in his youth; teased for being gangly, teased for being more interested in playing with computers than in trying to make friends with those that teased him, teased for being the only son of rich parents, teased for the sake of being teased.

  "What would those bastards say now?" He raised an eyebrow, then frowned.

  He knew what they would say. That he was still the same little twerp in a big twerp's body. That he was still a spoiled little rich kid. That looking like a man didn't make him a human being.

  "RRRAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Gryphon lurched over to his desk and picked up the lamp that was shining merrily. He tore it's plug from the outlet and hurled it across the room. The bulb shattered as it collided against the wall, the metal casing crumpled and fell to the ground with a loud crash. He spun around with his inertia and landed on his bed. It creaked under his increased weight and he felt one of the springs give way.

  He fought back the tears that he knew were coming; choking them down as he clenched his fists. The muscles in his arms tensed and he felt himself starting to sweat in his idling rage. The door to his quarters chimed and he opened his eyes as he started to shake. He took a number of deep breaths to try and calm himself down. Gryphon wiped the back of his arm across his face and picked up one of his bedsheets to cover himself with.

  "Come in."

  The door opened with it's characteristic swish. Karen said it always reminded her of those on board the Enterprise. Gryphon didn't know what that meant.

  "Hello Gryphon."

  He looked up, still tying the sheet around his waist as he heard her voice. Heather was standing there.

  She was bent over slightly, being too tall to see through the six and a half foot frame, and the picture made him laugh inwardly. Her creamy skin glowed it's pale, milky white under the lights of the hallway, from her lightly freckled face down to her bare feet. Her enormous breasts swayed under their own weight as they struggled against her tightening top, which was apparently a large, rose colored towel rolled up and wrapped around her chest. She had a light blue one draped across her waist.

  Gryphon looked down.

  "Hey Heather." He didn't see it, but a hurt expression crossed her face as he glanced away.

  "Can I ... come in?"

  "Sure, do whatever you want; I don't care."

  Heather padded into his quarters. They were disheveled, but they always were; not that she came down here that often. She watched him as he cast his gaze about. His hair was cut long in the front, his bangs falling across his dark eyes. His nose was thin and ended sharply. Along with his permanent stubble, his face had a punkish look that, for some reason, she found very appealing.

  His back was to her. He wasn't broad shouldered, but he was fairly well-muscled; what she would have called stringy. His slightly gaunt physique gave him a hollow face and an extremely lean body that his growth had punctuated.

  Heather found herself becoming aroused. The heat was starting to build in her chest, where it burned with a deep intensity that slowly spread downward. She bit her lip.

  "Gryphon, I was wondering ... I," she began to trace symbols on the floor with a toe on her left foot in her anxiety. Gryphon thought the image was sweetly innocent.

  "What is it?"

  "I was wondering what exactly is happening to us."

  He looked away from her and sighed.

  "You heard Vanessa, we're growing and she doesn't know how to stop it. So the Captain is sending me away."

  She frowned.

  "That's not what I meant Gryphon."

  He closed his eyes. He knew that's not what she meant, but he also knew what she did mean and his nerves trembled at the notion.

  I don't have time for this, he thought; and then quickly answered, nor the courage.

  He sighed again.

  She was still near the doorway; it was closed behind her as she stared at him with hopeful eyes. He didn't know what to say.

  "Heather, I don't really feel like talking about it right now. I just want to get my shit together so I can get off this hell pit."

  "Is that how you feel? Do I mean nothing..."

  "No, that's not it at all. It's just..."

  "It's just what then?"

  Gryphon looked at her face, her lower lip was trembling slightly. Through red tinted eyes, he watched her betray her vulnerability. It was a sight that made him sick to his stomach.

  Yet the image of her body, of so much firm and expanded female flesh, made him pause. His fingers were starting to tingle; as if awakening from a drawn out sleep. He squinted at her and spoke with distinct punctuation.

  "I don't know."

  Heather took another step towards him; her thighs tensed with each one, the muscle resolute and unyielding. Though pale, her skin was an unbroken field of flawless ivory; not a wrinkle, nor a vein, nor a blemish tainted her perfect form. She walked lightly, despite her incredible size, and stared at him with terrified longing. A pain that tightened inside her chest and chilled her body.

  "You don't know? Don't you care ... about me?"

  Gryphon turned away and clenched his fists. The image of her towering form was stained on his eyelids. The roundness of her breasts, the sway of her hips, the length of her body. He felt the familiar sensations returning, the urges starting to build. His manhood was swelling, growing as he became aroused, straining against the thin veil of his bedsheet with it's expanding bulk.

  He spun back around and grasped Heather by the arm. She almost fell backward out of shock, his eyes were wide and his jaw set. Gryphon squeezed, tightening his grip against a tensed bicep that fought against his strength.

  "Is this what you want!?!"

  Heather took in a deep breath and just stared up at him. He shook her forcefully and repeated his question; she closed her eyes and tried to pull away.

  "Please, Gryphon please! You're hurting me!"

  Gryphon pulled and brought her closer. He wrapped his sinewy arms around her and felt her quiver in his grasp. She looked at him with an open mouth and a gaze that darted back and forth between his eyes.

  Heather felt his stiffening member against her and she hungered for it. Her longing for his care, for his comfort, melted away as the burning desire forced it's way into her soul. She bared her teeth at him; a deep growling vibrating through her chest as she lifted her thigh and began to knead it into his crotch.

  His eyes fluttered for a moment, his breathing grew short. Gryphon let go of her and, with one wrenching from his powerful hands, tore her top away from her body. The flimsy material leaped away from the buoyant flesh and they sprung forward under their own weight. Huge and round, the wide nipples hardening as the tips crept outward. Even at his size, each one was the equivalent of his head; firm and pliant. He took one in is grasping fingers and suckled greedily upon it.

  Heather tilted her head back as a wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She tangled her fingers into his dark hair and pressed him further into her; relishing the sensation of her chest caressing his warm face, the thin stubble grating against her heated skin.

  Gryphon pushed her down. Heather fell backwards, landing softly on a bed that creaked under her weight. She watched as he stood over her, his hairless chest just beginning to glimmer with the light sweat that was generated between them. The sheet around his waist was tight, struggling against it's load. She quickly knelt forward and dug her hands into the flimsy cotton, trying to force it away from his hips. The knot came unraveled and the sheet fell away.

  Heather stared at the creature that leapt up before her. Gryphon was easily as long as her forearm; a thick and hard member that pulsed with life, steadily jumping up and down with each beat of his heart.

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