Martin paused a moment. Then he answered dreamily, “Yes. Yes I do. I want a brother.”
Doug had not understood anything that Martin and the ebu gogo had said to one another. Whimpering he said, “Please mister… Please help me.”
Martin knelt down beside Doug and combed his hand through the curls on Doug’s head. He whispered, “I will help you. I will help you to become my brother.”
Doug said, “I… what?”
The ebu gogo got back on top of Doug as the others held him to the floor with their spears and slowly moved her vagina back and forth over his penis. He squirmed as much as the spears poking against his body would allow. His jelly roll of a penis remained flaccid.
Martin dug his fingers deeper into the curly hair on Doug’s head and massaged his skull while whispering into Doug’s ear, “Shhh. Let her. You won’t like it at first, but you will learn to like it in time, and after that, you will learn to love it.”
Doug whimpered, “But… but… I don’t want to love it. I don’t want to like it even. I don’t want to do it at all.”
Martin straightened up and said, “But you will get to have a little baby. Do you want to see my little baby?”
Martin turned to the female ebu gogo and said something in the ebu gogo language that Doug and the Asian intern did not understand. Two pregnant ebu gogo walked off to the entrance to the chamber, and returned holding an infant that was clearly half human and half ebu gogo. They handed the baby to Martin, who held it out for Doug to see.
Even though he had a female ebu gogo gyrating her hips above his penis which he was expending all the mental energy he had to keep flaccid, Doug managed to say, “What in Hell?”
Martin said, “Sadly, my son Bob can’t nurse because his mother, a beautiful furry ebu gogo, the most wholesome and wonderful woman who ever lived, died in childbirth, but the ebu gogo taught me how to make baby food. Do you want to see how I make baby food and feed Bob?”
Doug stammered, “N… n… no.”
Martin said something in the ebu gogo language to the ebu gogo, and then another pregnant ebu gogo gave Martin some leaves. Martin put the leaves in his mouth and chewed, and chewed, and chewed them until they were nothing but mush in his mouth. Martin sucked down most of the saliva into his throat, leaving the mushy leaves in the pockets of his cheeks, which were puffed out in what is commonly called “chipmunk cheeks.” Then the same pregnant ebu gogo gave Martin a little live maggot. He put the maggot in his mouth and chewed it until it too became mush. Then, he released the mushy leaves from his chipmunk cheeks and mixed them together with the mushy maggot by swishing everything around in his mouth until it became a kind of paste.
The infant Bob reached his head forward hungrily towards Martin’s mouth like a child reaches its head towards its mother’s breast. Martin leaned in, pressed his puckered lips to Bob’s puckered lips, and by slowly contracting his cheeks spat the concoction into Bob’s mouth, with his mouth puckered so that it came out of his mouth like toothpaste comes out of a tube as Bob hungrily sucked up the concoction.
Then, Martin handed Bob back to the two pregnant female ebu gogo and said to Doug, “Don’t you want to be a daddy to a baby like Bob and get to feed him baby food like I do? You can be. And then we will be brothers.”
Doug did not want to become a daddy to a baby like Bob. He did not want to feed it baby food. But, it had taken all the concentration he could muster to not become erect as the female ebu gogo moved its vagina back and forth, back and forth above his penis, and the bizarre sight of Martin making baby food in his mouth and feeding it to the half human, half ebu gogo hybrid had made him lose his concentration. Despite all his efforts not to, he grew hard and the ebu gogo was able to get the lips of its vagina around the tip of his penis.
Doug cried and whimpered, begging her to stop. He concentrated with all the mental energy he had as he tried as hard as he could to not come inside the ebu gogo.
The Asian intern saw that the ebu gogo were distracted watching the scene in front of them. She did not care about her own survival. But she knew that the monster Bob had to be destroyed. Bob was an abomination, a stain on the human race. Taking advantage of the ebu gogo’s distraction, she grabbed Bob out of the hands of the one who was holding it and with all of her strength hurled it against a rock wall, killing it instantly.
Martin ran to Bob. The Asian intern turned and ran from the cavern as Martin wept over his dead child. Some ebu gogo turned and ran after the Asian intern.
The Asian intern, completely naked except for her pith helmet and boots, burst from the cave into the jungle, and continued to run as the ebu gogo burst from the cave behind her with their breasts slung over their shoulders and their spears raised above their heads calling their war cry, “Yeyeyeyeyeyeye!!!”
Chapter 19
There were now dozens upon dozens of male ebu gogo tethered to the large tree, frolicking about and jumping around playfully as Dr. Stern and Clare photographed them. Jack sat in the shade of the tree, chewing on a blade of grass.
When the tall skinny intern entered the small clearing, Lewis turned to him angrily and said, “Where have you been?”
The intern cleared his throat and looked to the ground. “There’s a problem.”
Lewis glared at him suspiciously. “Where are the other two interns?”
“That’s the problem. I can’t find them.”
“How is that possible?”
The intern looked at his feet in shame. “We split up.”
“You split up?" Lewis rose to full height and towered over the intern, looking down at him. “I did not tell you that you could split up.”
The intern cowered as he explained, “I tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Why did they go off?”
“They wanted to hook up.”
“They’re an item?”
“Yeah. They’re an item.”
Lewis pinched the skin between his eyes. “Just great.”
“Is that really important?”
“Yes. Because now we are going to have to waste valuable time looking for those two knuckleheads.”
“Doug and Stephanie.”
“What?”
“Their names are Doug and Stephanie," the intern replied, “And I have an idea about what happened to them.”
Lewis’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “What do you think happened to them?”
“The ebu gogo ate them!”
Lewis laughed. “These little guys?" He walked over to the ebu gogo in order to illustrate. “First of all, they are only three to four feet tall, and they aren’t very strong.” He petted an ebu gogo and it purred and rubbed its chin against Lewis’s large hand. “And secondly, we have yet to see the ebu gogo display any form of aggression.”
The skinny intern motioned a hand towards the happy, chattering ebu gogo and said, “But these aren’t ebu gogo!”
Lewis gave the intern an impatient, annoyed look. “What are you talking about?”
“This morning, when I saw the ebu gogo and chased it, it looked nothing like these guys.”
“What did it look like?”
“It was swift, and strong. It looked like a predator.”
“You’re probably just imagining things.”
Dr. Stern, who had been following the conversation silently, asked, “Why didn’t you say something before?”
“Because nobody listens to interns.”
Lewis said, “Memory has a way of playing weird tricks and I am absolutely, positively sure that we aren’t in any danger.”
But just a split second after Lewis spoke the last word, the high pitched war cry of the ebu gogo came from the jungle beyond the clearing, “Yeyeyeyeyeyeye!!!!!!!”