The charr regarded him quizzically as it scooped Lee's spent seed from claw to vial. Its dark eyes lingered on Lee, his body still forced to bare out the fading orgasm, the vibrations insistently keeping him aroused, responsive, and ready. The charr's gaze only departed him when it reached the wall, looking and grabbing a handle, pulling a section of metal-shuttered wall aside to reveal vibrant colours. Many colours, waiting in separate, ordered tubes: one deep red, one vibrant green, one lush blue and one strange, glowing white.
It was liquid that resided in the sealed glass tubes, but liquid that moved, moving itself up the near-side, reaching for and reacting to the approaching charr, as it raised its gauntlet and pressing a few controls. The audio-recording holoscreen shrank and faded, and a new one rose in it's place, a new recording. The charr cleared its throat, and narrated:
"Ooze Experimental Findings ReRecording. Foreword, Take 03. Ahmm... It is a marvel that the 'superior' Asura have devoted next to no time in studying one of nature's most fascinating and advanced creatures: the diverse lifeform that is common Ooze."
The clawed hand retrieved a glass beaker, placing it under the nozelled base of the first, blood-red tube. The other clawed hand pressed a control, the nozel slowly disgorging a long, thick strand of heavy red liquid, drooping to pool in the beaker where it collected, moved, writhed. All while the narration continued:
"A gelatinous lifeform, exhibiting intelligent behavior with no visible brain or other organs."
The beaker was moved to the second tube, which disgorged a much longer strand of toxic green liquid which mixed with the red, the two colours churning together into a sickly warm yellow.
"Existing in the harshest climates and adapting to them within mere generations, until they can spit toxin, or develop metal skin, even freeze and throw ice."
The third tube disgorged a short strand of liquid blue, layered onto the orange liquid and swirling it into a purple-edged green.
"And some, rare Oozes, have even evolved to directly affect life itself."
The fourth tube disgorged one, glowing drop of vibrant white, the drop stretching, falling, reaching the liquid below which instantly flashed a vibrant magenta.
There was barely an inch of living liquid in the jar, moving slightly round and round the bottom. Until the charr upended the vial of Lee's seed into the beaker, the contents of which flashed a burning pink, and doubled in size. The larger mixture was now much more active, its surface writhing, its light flickering from magenta to red, as the charr brought the beaker over towards the restrained Lee, still kept forcibly aroused by the insistent vibrations reaching up into him. The charr held the glowing pink mixture up before Lee's face until he could feel the warmth from the beaker, smell the sweet, vaguely salty odor of the living liquid that seemed to be roiling up the side of the beaker in an effort to reach his face. The charr addressed the room:
"How is your profile going after the subject's first premature climax?"
"UPDATE: 85.4% COMPLETE."
The charr frowned: "Well it seems there's nothing for it then," and upended the glowing mixture onto Lee's cock.