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Ax the Prostitute	By : musicman88 Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 6938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Human Date: September 8th, 1998
Andalite Date: 8593.7
Beginning Timestamp: 5:15pm Human Time
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I have not recorded anything lately because there hasn’t really been much to record.
The morning after I mated with the five different males I woke up late as usual. But as soon as I had finished my morning rituals I grabbed a hold of the money I had earned the previous night and made my way to the Radioshack in the mall. They didn’t have every part that I needed, but I wasn’t quite expecting that Humans had the technology to create a radioisotope diffuser yet. Nevertheless, I was able to get everything else I needed and I still had some money left over. I was hoping that would be the case. I couldn’t possibly leave the mall without purchasing some cinnabons.
With my remaining money I was able to purchase thirteen cinnabons. I was able to consume nine before I simply could not eat anything else. I stored the remaining cinnabons in the bag I was carrying along with all of the supplies for my Gestalt Atom Randomizer and began to make my way back to my scoop.
I’m not sure which is better: cinnabons or mating? I guess it depends on whichever I’m enjoying at the time. But as I was thinking about it on my way back I came up with an idea. What if I ate a cinnabon while mating…? (Marco agreed to let me try this once. I will describe it a little later on.)
It took me the rest of the day along with part of the next to completely redesign and rebuild my Gestalt Atom Randomizer, but it was well worth it. It worked far better than I had ever imagined it would, even with my custom made radioisotope diffuser. All the television signals that I was barely receiving before now came in perfectly clear. And not only that, but I now had access to more channels than I thought were previously available. Most of these channels were in different languages, but after a few moments of watching my translator chip quickly began to perform its function.
I learned quite a few things from these new channels, but most of what I learned seemed sort of useless. I’m not sure how knowing that humans with small stretched out eyes liked to try and complete wildly designed obstacle courses would come in handy, but it certainly was entertaining. It wasn’t all that bizarre though. Many of the channels I received were informational channels like I had received previously. They explained what was happening in their part of the world. It was very interesting to compare what was happening on other parts of Earth to what was happening around here. If I ever had some free time I would have to observe these channels more closely.
Television wasn’t the only thing that has occupied my time though. Shortly after I came back from Radioshack I heard a familiar noise outside my scoop. [Hello Marco,] I said without so much as turning a stalk eye in his direction, [I’ve been expecting you. I am quite eager to mate again.]
“Not as eager as I am,” Marco said after he was almost finished demorphing. Then once he saw all the parts laid out on my table he said, “Whatcha building?”
[These are parts for my Gestalt Atom Randomizer,] I said while beginning to morph myself. I didn’t want to prolong the conversation because I might end up saying something I regretted. Marco had told me not to mention that I knew how to mate to anybody, but I believe he was only talking about the other Animorphs. Nevertheless, it would be better not to mention my professional mating to Marco. If he asked me to stop doing it (for whatever reason) then I would have to cancel my scheduled appointment on Tuesday. And not only would the males at the celebration be disappointed, but I would also be extremely disappointed as well. There was no need to inform Marco about my professional mating, so why take the risk?
Marco seemed like he wanted to ask something else, but since I was quickly turning into Rachel he was soon dumbstruck as usual. And I didn’t waste any time in beginning to mate with him either. He had not mated the previous two days so he was much more eager to mate than I was. And besides I needed to get his mind off the numerous parts strewn out on my table. And there was nothing better than mating to get someone’s mind off of everything else.
I don’t remember the details of that mating session, but Macro told me several times that I was getting quite good at not only mouth mating but every other type of mating as well. I was afraid he was about to suggest that I was mating more males other than him, but he dismissed it due to the fact that we hadn’t mated in two days.
Marco and I mated three times that day I believe. Marco said that it made up for the days we didn’t get to mate. We certainly had the time (due to something I will describe later on) so we mated a large number of times over the next two days as well. Each time we mated Marco continued to remind me that I was doing a very good job mating, and comparing him to the other males I mated with he was also doing a very good job. He never made me cum like the other males had, but I still enjoyed Marco’s slow and easy approach to mating. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy the other male’s approach to mating as well though. They had a certain roughness to their style which hurt more at first but ultimately gave me more pleasure. It was a deeper and more primal pleasure than Marco could give me, but Marco’s slow and gentle way was very pleasurable to the complex parts of my brain. It’s a very difficult thing to explain unless you’ve tried it yourself, but I enjoyed both approaches very much.
As I had mentioned earlier Marco allowed me to attempt to eat a cinnabon while mating the day afterwards. It was almost as if he expected me to ask about it eventually. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to hear once I asked him, but that certainly wasn’t it. Anyway, I wanted to begin with mouth mating, but Marco disliked the idea (Looking back at it now I can see why). So I simply mouth mated with him first before consuming any cinnabons. I did however obtain some of his cum after it leaked out of my entrance and applied it to my last cinnabon to see what it would taste like. It was certainly interesting, but I think I preferred to eat cinnabons without any cum added.
Anyway, while Marco was mating with me I was able to consume three different cinnabons. I was hoping to save a few for something else, but unfortunately I could not control myself. It was not the kind of compounding pleasure I had thought it might be, but I still enjoyed the experience. Eating the cinnabon was one type of pleasure and the mating was a totally different kind which didn’t mix very well. But I would say that if I had access to a cinnabon while mating I would consume it again. It does taste better than a male’s cock and cum for certain.
As stated above I did have more free time starting from the day I mated with more than one male. That was because the suspected Yeerk business that we were observing turned out to have nothing to do with the Yeerks at all. I had seen Tobias on the way back from Radioshack and he had informed me that we no longer had to go on our scheduled observation mission. We had been wasting our time for the past few days. After a few days of observation with no results Prince Jake finally decided to infiltrate the building. He and Marco went inside not once, but three different times. They searched every corner of the building but found nothing even remotely Yeerk-like. (By this point in the war we all had a good idea of what Yeerk involvement would entail.) Having no evidence against the business forced Prince Jake to cease the observations. We were now back to square one. Everyone knows that the Yeerks are planning something, but we’re not sure what it could be.
So for the past few days I’ve been mating frequently with Marco, tinkering with my Gestalt Atom Randomizer to tune it as well as possible, and making plans for what project I want to start next. Tonight is the night that I go to the celebration and mate with a large amount of males. By my calculations if I mate with the expected thirty males and they each pay me at the rate the smaller group of males did (this is a conservative estimate. I am hoping to improve this number by doing some more research and practice.) Then I should make over seven hundred dollars! With that kind of money I could begin to buy some more expensive and more complicated materials. Perhaps I could even buy myself my very own Human computer. It would be primitive no doubt, but with a few modifications (software and hardware) I would be able to make it do things no one would’ve ever thought it could do. I was very excited about the possibilities.
I also began to do some serious research into the subject of mating with multiple males again. I wanted my rate to climb as high as it could go and I was willing to put in a lot of effort to do it. I ran back through what I had recorded off of my television and paid close attention to things I hadn’t noticed before. After some serious observation and some experimenting on myself I believed I was ready. There was only one problem.
I was expecting this celebration to last for longer than two hours, so I would have to demorph and remorph sometime during the celebration. This posed a problem since I simply could not mate while males were still attempting to mate with me. I would have to quickly finish with the males currently mating with me before I found some quiet place to demorph (something that could prove very challenging in it’s own right). I knew the males would not approve of me ceasing to mate with them and leaving for a few minutes, but there was nothing I could do about it. It would probably erode my rate a small amount, but I was expecting it to.
Another thing I noticed just recently is that every time I morphed my entrance along with my solid waste removal opening would reset themselves to their original configurations. That meant that I would have to prepare them again after I morphed each time. This could be a huge problem for me. To properly prepare my openings would take time and that would mean less time for the males to mate with me before I had to demorph again.
Although that would certainly be a problem I had gotten better at dealing with the original pain caused by mating. So much so that I told Marco to insert his cock into me a bit faster than usual every time we mated recently. And as far as lubrication went I could always bring a small amount of my own synthetic lubrication. I wouldn’t need much to get the desired effect. The only thing I had left to figure out was what to tell the males.
I would be going from very stretched and messy orifices to very clean and much tighter orifices, so I had to come up with an explanation. Males seemed to enjoy tighter and cleaner orifices (drawing from my experience with the small group of males) so they would not dislike that part of it, but what should I tell them I was doing? I finally decided to say that I would be “cleaning and tightening” myself in order to be able to mate with them better. I wasn’t sure if it would work well, but I had to hope it would. If not, then I would have to come up with something else in a very short amount of time.
It has been dark for some time now, so I am finally preparing to leave. I had made sure to incorporate the small pieces of inner artificial skin that Rachel had left here into my morph. There was a section that covered up my mammary glands and a matching section that covered up my entrance and solid waste removal opening, and those were the only parts that I wanted to cover. This way it would be easier to mate since I would only have one layer of artificial skin to remove instead of having multiple ones. The quicker I mated with the males the more of them I could mate with and therefore the more money I would receive.
I checked my appearance in a small mirror I had and noticed that I looked a lot like a female usually did on “The Playboy Channel” except a bit younger. Since I figured that the females on that channel would be very pleasurable to mate with (otherwise why would they be mating so often while letting others view their mating techniques) I knew that the males would approve.
The only thing left was to make sure I had some synthetic lubrication with me to speed up my preparation time. I poured a small amount into a spare plastic tube and decided that it would be sufficient. I didn’t need very much anyway and I didn’t have any place to store while I was mating anyway.
So after checking that I had everything I needed once again I began to write this entry. I’m not sure if I’ll write my usual post-mating entry when I return or now. It depends on how much new information I learn and how tired I am when I return. I do know one thing for sure though; I will be having lots of fun tonight.
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Ending Timestamp: 6:02pm Human Time
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