Date: Fri, 15 May 2009 16:35:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Best Design of All

The following fiction is for everyone lawfully permitted to read this type
of story.

I, as the author, reserve the right to grant its release upon request, in
any form, beyond this site, except for the enjoyment of the reader.

I've found that short stories are the most taxing to write.  That's why I
get to thank two great guys for making this read a little smoother.  Dwight
Wilson, a prolific author on Nifty, has always been of exception help and
insight into my all of my works.  He makes it look like I knew what I was
doing, giving it the flare that I sometimes need.  Terry is a faithful
reader who wanted to try his hand at editing.  He may never do it again,
but his additions provided more of the grace that this needed to get off
the ground.

Thanks to both of you.


I hope you all enjoy a little bit of fun.

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The Best Design of All

(Why there is Ecstasy in Orgasm and one other detail.)

A theory by Matthew Templar.

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"Um, sir?  I have the design ready for your approval."

"Well, that certainly took long enough.  You know we're going to need one
of those in nine months and another just a while after that one."

"I'm sorry, sir, but it was our hardest design yet.  He said He wanted it
to be perfect, special, flavorful, appealing; all those words like that.
Well, we guessed right away that He wasn't talking about the `eating it'
kind of flavorful.  We've enough critters and things for that.  I think
what we have should really satisfy even Him."

"Okay.  Let me take a look at it and I'll get back to you."

"Um, would it be okay if we just stayed right here and waited while you
looked it over?  That way we can answer any questions you may have right
away and get working on improvements much sooner."

"Oh, alright.  That's a good idea.  I needed a break from that last design
disaster, anyway.  That's going to be a hard one to explain; a horn coming
out of the head of a perfectly good stallion."

"Oh, sir, a couple of the guys were talking in the goof room and thought of
something.  They called it extinction.  If you, or more likely, He, doesn't
like one of the designs, we can just schedule it for extinction.  You know,
it just dies away eventually."

"Hmm, not a bad idea.  It might work.  If this design of yours is
everything He wants it to be, He's sure to slide right over the approval of
something as simple as extinction.  It sure takes care of a lot of
embarrassing designs that got away from us.

"It was that timing deal.  He never told us that we would only have a week
to do all this.  Otherwise, I would have said something before now.  Here
it is, almost the end of the week and we still haven't got it all done; not
the way He wants it.  Frankly, I'm tired.  I'm ready for a day off.

"And this design; I just don't get it.  We already have three models just
like it, almost.  But no, this one has to be special, simple, yet stylish
in a tender way.  It has to be almost like the other little one but
different; almost like the larger, hairy one but far more delicate.  He
keeps talking about a mouthful; something to nibble on.  But you figured it
out from talking to Him.  It isn't something you eat, necessarily, is it?
Oh, you should be able to nibble but not devour, I suppose.

"And this energy thing.  He wants them filled with something called
'rambunctious'.  I've seen the list of ingredients that make up
'rambunctious'.  Does He realize the chaos that kind of thing can cause
down there?  If too many of these are let loose, they could start to devour
each other.  This had better be the most extensively thought out design
ever."

"Um, sir, we just started five days ago.  We haven't had a lot of time.  I
think we've come up with what He wants though.  But don't take my word for
it.  Look at the design, then we'll finish up the prototype, if the
seamstress gets back from lunch in time."

"Let's see, the covering is to be the same as the other little one?  Then
you have it changing into its own thing after a few moments incubation
time, or whatever they're calling time units down there.  I'm beginning to
see.

"Well, that will save time, and cost.  Having them start out as the same
unit is quite an idea.  Do you think this Delicate Natural Advancement
thing will work?  It has to be timed so that they start changing just at
the most succulent time.  You should hear Him up there.  He's already
excited about what this type will do for the older ones.  And not work
either, at least not until their tender time, their tasty time, has passed
anyway.

"Delicate yet strong, subservient yet feisty.  Oh, even the sounds will be
the same as the other unit for some time, then?  How interesting.  I see;
that will leave the little thing very vulnerable for awhile longer and
wonderfully cute.

"Hm-m-m, so when they get to be so big do they just sprout this adornment
or is it there from the beginning?"

"Oh, sir, that's one of our special surprises.  We think it really fits the
bill."

"Sure, sure.  He'll be the judge of that.  Anyway, go ahead.  Explain this
little device."

"Okay.  See, it's such a useful tool.  It is not only used for defueling
the unit of its liquid waste, but for distinguishing it from the other unit
right from the start.  And, if you look real close at the design, there are
two tiny beads down, umm, right there, behind the adornment, which will
help propagate more units when they advance some.

"Now, and I certainly hope He likes this idea, the unit, like we said, will
be the same as the other little unit, except for that one detail.  Oh,
there is one other change for the voice that the other little unit doesn't
have.  We designed it so that as it advances, its sounds will too.  See?
And at the most tender, most succulent time, the sounds will change in a
way that should appeal to His wonderful sense of humor and still keep the
unit so cute.

"So, as the two units advance after expulsion from their factory, they will
grow in much the same way.  Then, as if by, well, by Him, this new unit
will change into just the right style that He requested.  Both units will
still have many of the same features for quite awhile, we chose the
delicate soft features to last longer.  Then, it will form into the bigger
unit, and take its role in the further development and nurturing of their
environments."

"You mentioned its use for propagation.  What is it that is in one so small
to do such a thing?  Will the necessary ingredients be in the defueling
liquid?  I'm quite confused."

"We're so glad you asked.  There will be another small bead within this
unit, conveniently located right beneath the adornment, which will create a
viscous liquid that will be expelled from the same adornment in front.  It
has two purposes.  The first purpose is to make the process of implanting
the adornment easier by providing lubrication.  The other purpose is
provide a viscous solution to help carry out the propagation function.
This will be mixed with the seeds from the two small beads behind and
underneath the adornment.  The adornment is simply inserted into another
unit and mixed with the product of that unit, thus creating a new unit."

"But this adornment is so small and flimsy.  Of what good can it be to
insert it in anything, save the orifice which is used for nutrition?  Hmmm,
this could be the nibble part that He was so concerned about.  The only
problem I see is that it could just be devoured and enjoyed, but that would
cause such harm to the unit that it would be of no further use."

"I see what you mean.  Let us confer just a minute, sir.  We have an idea
that should work.

"Sir, we are so pleased with this option. We think it will cover many of
our problems.  We have added a series of life giving fluids to the
adornment, more than most areas except the pump unit above.  This will
allow the adornment to increase in size and become very stiff, almost hard.
The brilliance that we added was to only make it happen when it is
stimulated. We're still working out the bugs, if you will, but, if the unit
isn't damaged in the production process it should take quite a bit of
stimulation to make it respond, much like the similar unit without the
adornment.  It takes that unit a lot of outside stimulation before it even
considers being ready for propagation.  Anyway, we're actually quite
pleased with the outcome for this new little unit."

"It is beginning to sound complicated.  What is this other tunnel, the
little one back here?  What use is that?"

"We have it assigned to expel the solid waste of the unit, after having
ingested sustenance and taken from it what is good for the unit.  But,
since we have the adornment so busy with several tasks, we were seriously
considering it for another role as well."

"Hmmm.  Well, the first thing I notice is that it could be approximately
the same size as the adornment.  You could put it to use as the depository
for the propagation liquid."

"We'd thought of that but He indicated that He had plans for the other unit
to produce the propagation mixture that will result in another unit.  That
was when He ordered a life form with small green kite shaped pieces all
over it and a sweet red orb of superb natural flavor, but a flavor very
unlike our new unit.  A tree, I think it was named.

"Just a minute, sir.

Great!  One of our staff had the same idea that you did.  He had prepared
that opening for penetration as well.  What we had designed was a stimulus
package, if you will, that, when activated, pumps the life liquid into the
adornment, making it longer and harder, but also added a pleasure bonus.

"Wait, sir.  Where is it?

"Sir, the small bead inside the unit used for providing the gliding liquid
has been given a network of central intelligence wires that are saturated
with feelings.  So, there is the possibility that the rear orifice will
provide some pleasure to the unit when contacted, as with, oh, another
unit's adornment. But, really, what are the chances of that being
discovered?  And, once again, if we are careful and don't damage the unit
in the prototype form, we will get away with only the slightest of
feelings, as in the other small unit's prototype."

"Hmmm.  We do seem to be running short on time.  The seamstress has
returned and looks to be finishing up the prototype now."

"But sir, we've collected an array of the finest, strongest feelings.  We
even have an elixir concocted that can't be resisted by very many of these
units.  We're not sure what they will be drawn to, though one of the
designers thought he felt a personal attraction to the whole of the unit,
before it advanced to a responsible stage.  That could account for the need
for the nibbling and flavor of the unit, sir."

"There.  She's just finished it and a fine job you've all done.  You should
be quite proud of yourselves."

"Oh, no, sir!  We've left out all of the feelings we've collected.  This is
disastrous!  If we don't add them He will be very disappointed, I can
assure you."

"Yes, you're right.  We stood here talking about what He wanted in this
unit then failed to capture this last bit.  Well, we have no choice but to
insert them somewhere.  How about the rear tunnel that we talked about
using for more than pushing out waste?"

"But the unit will only expel its contents a little while later.  Some of
the feelings will be absorbed throughout the unit but not completely before
its first excavation.  No, these need to be permanently installed."

"Okay, let's have a look at our options.  They certainly are light at this
stage, aren't they?  And your pick for the covering is amazing.  Feel how
soft it is.  Oh, my, it's especially soft on the adornment and behind it.
Oh, look.  You certainly were right.  Look how the size is changing.  Will
the unit feel it do that?"

"Well, some, sir.  We really didn't give it any particularly sensitive
feelings, thinking it needed to be saved for greater uses, though He does
want this box of goodies inserted.  That should add some sensations that it
might not otherwise enjoy.  I just hope we don't damage it when we do this.
If those feelings run amuck, there's no telling what this unit will do, to
say nothing of feel."

"It's just so adorable, and exquisitely made.  Not a flaw in the whole
being.  I can see how your peer was endeared to this superb piece of
craftsmanship.  I, well, I really do want to just start nibbling away at it
to see what it will do.  How exciting.

"Oh, look.  I think I've found the solution.  Where the unit has these long
structures for support of its whole being for motion, if you look between
them there is a place starting from under the two beads, all the way to the
rear tunnel. Why don't we sever the unit there, just enough to place the
box of goodies in, then sew it up.  After all, who would be down there to
see the incision?'

"Very good, sir.  The incision is made.  The unit is being stuffed with all
these sensations and emotions.  Oh, wait!  Take it easy!  If we damage
anything in there, it's libel to over-react when the unit is stimulated.
Easy, I say!

"Oh, Him!  I think I saw both the adornment and the rear tunnel react quite
spasmodically just then.  Please don't tell me that the sensitive wiring
around the other small bean inside is being injured as well.  It could be
overwhelmed when these parts are touched, or even when the central
intelligence butts in."

"Well, it's too late now.  There's no time to change anything.  I just hope
it can contain its sensitivity some how.  Have the seamstress sew up the
incision carefully, to make it neat.  No one will ever know."

"There, it's done.  Oh, you can clearly see the gathering of the seam where
it was sewed up.  I suppose we'll have to accept it; the placement of the
box of goodies was far too critical to not make it happen someway."

"Well, let's get our combined acts together and make our presentation.
I'll introduce you, as usual.  Then you stand up there, with your team and
present Him with our . . . Oh no!  What are we going to call it?  We need a
name for it.  Come on, guys.  Get your collectives minds together.  We need
a name now!"

"Boy, sir.  We haven't got a clue."

"THAT'S IT!"

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Placed in front of Him was His heart's desire, his 'boy'.  The young one
immediately crawled up into His lap and laid against the greatest chest
ever, his head of the softest, silkiest hair, as bright and golden as the
shining globe above that He had created a few days earlier.  He cuddled and
mewed, making the most appealing sounds that caused, even Him, a weakness
that was hard to describe.

His great hand roamed from that fine hair to the small back of His lap's
contents.  The hand continued to drop until it came to the division of two
soft globes, nestled against His lap.  He rubbed the boy's bottom back and
forth, eliciting from His parcel the softest groan of contentment from the
small voice.  He continued to caress the softest skin on the most luscious
of bottoms. His finger played with the tight groove, barely available as
the little one's weight squashed his cheeks into the great lap.

His other mighty hand, having done its work in just six days as promised,
rubbed the front of the light-weight cuddler in his arms.  He roamed to the
little tummy of baby fat, finding the ticklish belly button, and got a
wonderful gleeful giggle from the child.  He resumed His exploration to the
center of the precious being, feeling the slightest protrusion between his
thumb and first finger.  The longest, lowest moan came from His guest as He
played with this new toy.  He looked into the sweetest face of all of His
creations and saw closed eyes, and a smile, then an opened mouth that ooed
at Him in joyous contentment.

His other hand allowed a finger to push between two plush cheeks of flesh,
feeling a small nubbin of heat on the pad of His loving finger.  The source
of His present joy squirmed and 'awed' in his arms, then tried to push his
little behind around onto the finger; the source of this wonderful feeling.
The Mighty One rubbed and rubbed with both hands, until the cries and moans
of the little one yelled forth to end in a spasmodic cascade of throbbing,
pulsing waves of ecstasy that He could feel too, much to His joy.

As His bundle quieted, He picked him up and turned him to face the kindest
Face of all; His own mighty countenance.  They smiled together before the
Great One pulled His small lover to His mouth and lavished his whole body
with kisses, licks and, yes, nibbles.  The small one was a twisting terror
to hold, so intense were the feelings, but he was also a wonderful,
flavorful morsel to devour with His loving attention.

He stared at the mid-section of the finest of all His beings.  Then He
pulled, once more, the tiny morsel to His lips to suckle and enjoy its
textures and budding hardness.  He continued to lick and suck the adornment
of His special one until He was once again rewarded with the delightful
screams that accompanied a deep, full orgasm of huge proportions for one so
tiny.

When he stopped the gentle twitches that follow such a deep loving, he fell
to sleep, to dream of his waking in the arms of his new Lover.

The Gentle One cuddled His small package tightly to His breast and looked
out upon the ones responsible for this work that He specifically ordered.
He sat up straight in His majestic way to begin to talk with his
assistants.  They instantly became as statues, ready to receive His
evaluation of their work.

"Well, he is of the finest, softest materials, except when they should
become hardened."  There were snickers until He looked at them sternly.
"His look and demeanor are exquisite and one-of-a-kind; a joy to be with.
His reactions to my needs (There were gasps from the crowd.  He held up His
hand to quiet them.), as I supposed the other units would have, were of the
most precious kind.  His satisfaction was of a greater display than the
other units that are without the added pleasure nubbin that you called his
adornment.

"Still, he has some flaws.  (There were more gasps until He raised His hand
again.)  Fear not; you've done well.  (Sighs) He has within him so much
love and feelings that should we not be afraid that he will split open with
his gushings of emotions?  It is almost as though he were given too many,
and almost all of them around the core of his little being.  (Several of
the listeners in the front looked at one another with some trepidation.)
Still it is a delight to know that such pleasure is received and even
sought after for more.  Your choice to make the joyous event happen again
and again has my greatest compliments.

"You have done well, my friends, as I knew you would.  You have developed
this prototype exactly as I had seen him in My mind.  I say to you that
there will come a day when we will need one such as this, if this total
creation of mine is to survive.  He will be love; he will be light.  Until
that time we will begin production of our boys.  They, too, will bring love
into the world.  They will be cherished by all who take them to their heart
and cherish these beautiful creations.

"Once again I say, and hear me well, there is one little flaw that I felt.
I must admit that it wasn't objectionable, but rather pleasant and, if
possible for one as I, most exciting to the touch.  Still, can anyone
explain the small seam that starts behind his tiny sack of delicate balls
and runs to his tiny little rosebud?"

The End

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The overwhelming amount of technical research that was obviously needed to
write such a story was nonexistent.

It just always fascinated me that boys have this seam between their scrotum
and their anus that we call a perineum, that looks like the last seam sewn,
after they stuffed a teddy bear or some such sweet toy.  I have always,
well, lately then, wondered why that was there.  I'm sure you wondered too.
Right?

Well, now we know the true story.  Once again, it's much stranger than
fiction.

Your comments are always welcome, good or challenging.
I'm at matemp1148@yahoo.com

Matthew Templar