She took me to her home. Although home is a rather charitable word, in reality it was merely a hole in a tree, with a straw bed, and a pile of nuts, among other indiscernible. She gave me one of her spare loincloths and said that she'll leave me alone while she foraged for dinner, all the while saying how it was an honor to provided for a Mutilated one. So there I was, rock hard just minutes after watching this gorgeous barechested girl bounce around. Since I was alone, in her "apartment" I thought I could might as well bust a nut. I undid the loincloth and grabbed my little soldier ready to give it a wank. Just then however I had a light come from my right wrist and it materialized into an holographic sphere.
"What the hell!" I yelled surprised.
<Connection link successful> said a familiar computer voice <Analysis initiated>
"Laboratory guys?"
<Test subject has initiated dialogue with Operation Center>
<Analysis of Test Subject>
<Analysis Complete>
<Query to Test subject: Why has test subject disposed of clothing provided by Operation Center?>
<Additional query: Hasn't test subject expressed displeasure of lacking clothing before?>
"Well you see..." I retold them my story of how I came to quickly came to lose their tightsuit after which they replied with a rather ironic statement.
<Suggestion: Retrieve Operation center provided clothing. The clothes were designed to shapeshift according to the needs of a number of dimension. Use of the clothing to blend in with local society and for protection against local weather is highly recommended.>
"That would have good to know back when I was in your dimension!"
<Observation: This unit was merely stating the standar definition of clothing>
It didn't took me long to understand that I was wearing until now stupid clothing compared to theirs... well at the moment I wasn't wearing anything.
"I'll try to find them. But I didn't know you had install some sort of computer in my wrist."
<Explanation: This device provide the Test Subject with life-support if needed, an universal translator and can also access databases of the reached worlds when applicable to provide information about them, both to Operation Center and to Test Subject>
"Does it has Solitaire too?"
<Scanning available database: Home database, no results. Subject database, found. Analysing information, programming subroutine, this unit is now equipped with Solitaire for leisure of test subject.>
"Subject data- did you read my mind?!"
<Interpreting... affirmative>
"Could you... not do that? It's creepy."
<Data acquired. Test Subject expresses discomfort for previously taken action. Analysing... Answer: Concern irrelevant, this unit has already made a copy of Test Subjects knowledge until this point, all future knowledge Test Subject might learn will also be learn by this Unit without the need to access Subject database again.>
"Wow! I'm SO NOT OK WITH THAT!"
<Test Subject has expressed discomfort repeatedly. Taking corrective measures. Query: What could this unit do to improve the comfort of Test Subject?>
"You could call me by my name for starters."
<Applying. Query: Has the comfort of Andy improved?>
"Yes... but... well since you have already read my mind anyway... could you sound less robotic."
<Analysing request... Analysis completed. Evaluating action. Creating sintaxis language patch.... applying... Does this sound more natural to you?>
"Wow... now that's an improvement."
I would have kept speaking to Unit but the girl came back, with fruit. Apparently she couldn't see the holo-sphere, which was good because I had no way to explain it. And again didn't seem fazed about my nudity, instead she put the fruit on the floor and undid her own loincloth... she had no hair in her pussy. She came shyly to me...
"I'm sorry I didn't realised a Mutilated was looking for a mate. I'm greatly honored that such a courageous person, would consider fertilizing my eggs. But please be gentle, this would be my first batch."
From that words you might tell some distressing bells began to ring in my head...