Meal time

As you left the lab, MPAD-24 reminded you that it was almost time for your next meal. The rest of the tour would need to wait. Fortunately, the medical bay was just down the nearby hallway, but you dreaded having to chug down another massive load of semen.

The Grey doctor met you in the med bay, but he didn't even say "Hello". Instead he simply handed you a familiar-looking silver container, and then turned his attention back to a nearby console. It was probably too much to expect ultra-intelligent aliens to make small talk, but couldn't they at least be personable? Before taking a drink, you said, "My tour has been quite interesting so far." You paused, but the doctor didn't respond. "I've seen the bridge, the dining area and some of the labs," you continued, but he still made no response. "I met some other Greys, a couple of Cunis and saw the Feelers." You decided to leave out the parts about the Feeler giving you an amazing orgasm and then having countless more while volunteering for probe testing. However, the doctor still he seemed to be completely ignoring you. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes," he finally replied. "I'm aware of your tour. Your MPAD unit has been tracking your location, and I monitored your vital signs during your recent probe testing."

"You were spying on me?" That devious little bastard. Of course you should have expected MPAD-24 would allow them to track your location, and it wasn't that surprising that the consoles here in the medical lab would be able to monitor readings from the probe labs.

"It was not intentionally secretive, just observations to assess your health. Thus far, all your vital signs continue to be in the normal range," he explained. Then he turned his attention back to the console.

At least he was honest, and maybe it wasn't so bad having a doctor monitoring your health remotely, even if it did mean giving up a sizable degree of privacy. You looked down at the silver container in your hand, trying to convince yourself that it wouldn't be that bad. Besides you really didn't have any other options. Eventually, you worked up the courage to drink it, and held it up to your lips.

Immediately, you felt the liquid being **** from the container into your mouth. You began to grimace in anticipation of the flavor. However, it didn't taste the same as the earlier batch. While more liquid was pumped into your mouth, you tried to figure out the flavor. This time it was very sweet without any bitterness or saltiness, and you realized that it must not be semen. The Greys must have finally created an alternative, and it tasted really good.

When the fluid reached the alien power source in your stomach, you suddenly felt very awake. Time around you seemed to slow, and it felt like you were the only one moving. Your thoughts seemed to expand and align, giving you keen insights into everything you'd recently observed. Furthermore, you now understood why...

<SNAP>

In an instant, everything suddenly was back to normal, and you had a terrible sensation that you'd just lost something of great significance. Once the container was empty, you pulled it away. "That was weird!" you exclaimed.

"The semen mixture should be nearly identical to what you consumed previously," replied the doctor. "Was there a problem with this batch?"

"No, it was fine...wait...did you say semen?" you said. "It tasted different this time. Better, actually."

"It was mixed using the semen packs from your ship. The flavor change could be due to minor differences in the individual sources."

That must be it. As for the strange time shift sensation, maybe that was just a side-effect of your new stomach digesting another load. You'd likely get used to it eventually.

"Has there been any progress on making an alternative?" you asked. "From speaking with the Cunis, I've heard there's currently a semen shortage here on the Starpoint. I hope my situation isn't going to make that worse."

The doctor paused and stepped away from his console. "I've been working on trying to find a viable substitute for you since this morning," he explained. "Unfortunately, it's extremely difficult to synthesize consumable semen artificially." Then he paused, and his eyes slightly narrowed. "Here we are, supposedly one of the most advanced races in this galaxy. We have mastered subspace for space travel and communication, developed advanced probe technology that can assess the health of virtually every species, and yet we can't manufacture what is arguably the simplest and most important food source in the entire universe."