Abduction, Two Suns
Under the auspice of a dark light, and held in the quiet dark of a kennel, and behind a glass screen, I lay on a small mat, hoping for a chance to get free of my cage. I was naked, laying with my arms wrapping around my torso and my chin against my chest, leaving me in the cool chamber, hungry and thirsty, and in need of a bath. A proper one, not the simple water-bath I was given every week. I sat in the dark, my eyes aching from their burn, while wanting, wishing for something more than this timeless place.
I'd been here for almost a month - if my memory served me right. A month, behind glass and cage and staring at the creatures that crossed back and forth in front of me, some larger, some smaller, and all around none of them passing me any interest, as I tried to plead my case. I heard others doing the same - some screeching, others making sounds that made my stomach churn. But as they talked, as they discussed and as they pleaded, I was alone, wanting to escape.
The simple thought of escape was certainly easier said than done. I took my time to observe and learn the methods of movement and routes the attendant took - and even as I feigned rest and prayed for a chance to sleep with the endless dark light burning my eyes. I hugged myself a little more, and listened, and waited.
The attendant was scarcely my height, but was built quite a bit more broadly. I watched his movement with a lazy track of my eye - and gazed over the scaled frame. Long, without eyes, a beak and hide that was as much scales as anything else, it moved in a manner that was halfway gawky and halfway slinky. He passed me, a hand waving across the cage and the spidery fingers twitched, as though getting a feel for my being. I felt a momentary chill in the wake of his being. He scared me, both with his being, and the subtle indifference of his presence.
I gave a rub to the bare arms and over my neck, my body smooth from the dilapidation I had to suffer through. Another came from the slow ache through my body and hunger in my belly - the gruel and mush wasn't what I was looking forward to eating when the morning cycle started again.
As he passed, I crept forward on the hard, cold plastic-glass whatever it was, I took a look through the clear admixture and pushed on it slowly - though it wouldn't budge. I sighed and reached down to pull at the edge and wedged my fingers against the sides, and lunged forward - feeling the thing rock. I had about five minutes before he noticed - given how quiet it was.
I wedged my fingers in and balled my fists, my legs splaying wide and my toes digging against the smooth surface for some purchase - and I slipped, my fingers getting squeezed painfully. But again I pushed, shoving my shoulder into it - and felt it wedge and jerk again. I slid my fingers in deeper - thankfully counting on the fact I had a half way decent chance of making it work this time. I lunged again, and my arm slid down as the door hissed and popped open - sending me spilling six feet to the floor with a painful thud.
I heard a scuttling sound and looked over at the cage beneath mine - and witnessed the fanged maw of something from a halucination gaze down at me on my back. It was like a mammal, if only in the most stringent of understandings. Two ears, two eyes, and a long fleshy snout with whiskers underneath its jaw - eyes that glowed in the dark light and gave me a cock of the head. It sat in a cross-legged position, thighs splayed - it was a male, the sight of a penis and testes told me that much. A hand touched to the glass before me, as though begging and hoping for freedom.
. I stared up for a moment and pulled myself up - wincing, and gazing towards the way the walking lizard had strode - his back turned to do something. I looked back at the creature and brought my hand up to work the simple lever and jerked it open - freeing the creature. It gazed up at me and slithered out in an almost boneless way - brushing my hand in thanks before heading towards the door in a lunge. I reached to unseal more doors, flipping the another few to help create chaos.
Another gave me a touch in thanks, but a third gave a loud whoop - and that was not what I wanted to hear. I hurriedly worked on releasing more switches and doors, more fleeing, others pausing to open the catches as I had. I was thankful for the help, even if I didn't know how to tell them.
The lizard turned - facing me with a sudden surprised hiss - and an angry sound coming through what I presumed was its mouth. It loped forward, fingers splaying while grasping at a stick at its side - pulling it out to flick on and spark almost angrily. I shivered - I still had a twinge in my back from where I'd been hit with it. I turned, and I ran - rushing for the door and slamming through it - the thing breaking from the hinge and throwing me into the cold air that rushed outside. I stumbled and thumped into a railing - and saw outside. Outside was bright, a purple sky with buildings that stretched kilometers above and beneath me - beneath more so a problem than above as I could see the ground only through a murky haze.
This wouldn't be pleasant. I stood, my pink flesh already growing chill from the air, and I ran in a random direction - what I hoped was south but two suns above threw off my sense of direction. I ran on quick feet and slipped sliding across the smooth ground and drizzle of rain. At least rain was something I understood. I ran forward and hurtled through the startling sounds of further aliens - the few staring down at me with a look of amused surprised.
Shouts and growls amassed behind me as I pulled myself up and ran - feeling and hearing the scaled bastard running after me with the crackling spark of the stick as a threat. I huffed and puffed and turned a blind corner - while feeling the swing singe the air behind me. He was fast - much faster than I. I stared up at him with a gasp and turned a corner - and ran into something rather solid, and a little sticky. I slapped forward with a loud grunt - and slowly stared up, towards a face that stared down at me.
It was large - four eyes stared down at me, while the long and broad maw hung open, a touch of saliva splattering onto my face. I shuddered at the warm contact, and felt two limbs wrap around me, a third gripping on my flanks as it held me, confused, concerned. She held me, and I gazed up at her - before pain jerked through the back of my neck, and made me drop down. I slid slowly to my knees as my head throbbed and my mind went hazy. She had four legs - despite the one that held me - she was easily twice my height as well.
I looked up, and then crumpled back as the world turned to darkness and pain.
When I woke up, feeling numb through my extremities, I slowly shook and shifted, and felt along the heated plastic of my cage. I winced and slowly sat up - pulling at the side of it and groaning, while the dark light above stung my eyes. The stinging faded with my eyes closed - and I crawled forward, feeling for the bowl of water, and reached for the edge of the cage that signaled where it would be. To my surprise, my hand missed it, and I fell forward, out of the cage, and onto a cool plastic ground - which I rested on and gave a wince to. That wasn't pleasant.
I dared to open my eyes and winced again, the headache still throbbing between my eyes, but the dark light having gone, replaced with something a little more wholesome. I slowly glanced around the alien room - and put a hand up on a long seat, what I presumed to be - though it lacked sides, but had a large back with a half-shelf on it. I pushed down on the smooth cushion and turned, pulling myself up and leaning against it for a moment.
"Where am I now?"
I walked through the room, grossly over-sized for my comfort, and I was a little under two meters tall myself. I ran a hand over the cushion and limped through the room before approaching up towards the great double door - and pushed on it. It refused to open, to my chagrin. It wasn't in the store any more - I thought so anyway. It never looked like this on the out side of the cage. I felt the back of my neck with a hand, and felt the encircling presence of a collar. I winced.
It was still a step up, right?
I looked over the white walls that felt to glow a bit, and turned, looking up with a slow look about for a moment or two. I rubbed my chin and shook my head just a little bit, and sighed slowly. This was new to me - but more pleasant. I circled the room investigating - and reached to lift a heavy view-frame from one of the shelves, and looked it over - displaying several odd creatures and viewpoints - halfway beautiful, halfway handsome, and entirely unique.
"Grrcrarch?"
I looked up and s et the viewer back on the shelf and slowly turned, before looking up at the creature, of black and lavender and red splashes across the hide. I looked up at it, and felt the four eyes stare down upon me. I swallowed a little, and took a long breath through my nostrils, and pressed back against the wood of the shelf. I was momentarily afraid, before stepping forward to approach her.
"Hello." I dared, looking up at her with a slow little nod of the head. I approached her to a meter away, and stared up at her - my eyes raising up with a long glance over her frame - to the wrap of cloth around her long neck and the adornment of something like a robe around her torso. Her face was long and smooth, with a long mouth, and flexible lips that presented an expressive mouth. She gazed to me, and touched my face with a hand, soothingly.
"Ghellulachk gelkaku gekchan?"
I wasn't sure what she said, but I did look up with a slow little nod of the head - gazing up at her for a moment - blinking just a little. I cocked my head to the side and gave her a weak smile - as she drew me in and stroked my bald head with a hand, then trailed it over my cheek and down to my jaw, and over my lips. I blinked slightly, feeling uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to mind. I carefully pulled my face back as she stroked to my belly, then up again, looking pleased.
"Are you going to hurt me?" I asked her, trying to match the tone of her voice. She seemed exceedingly tickled by the tone and rubbed my face again, speaking more and giving a low babble about whatever she was trying to say. I stared up at her with a slow little blink and put my hand upon her own and felt it push into my cheek, the tip of the long claws stroke over my jaw. I winced a little bit, as it stung for a moment.
She lead me forward with a hand on my shoulder and lead me towards the long couch, before she climbed up and drew me with her - making me sit upon her. I huffed - hoping I wasn't too heavy for her. But gazing down at her, she rested her hands on my hips and bounced me, carefully. I felt distinctly uncomfortable.
"Jakkoktaka?" She asked. I gave a shrug to her and looked down at her hands, just resting and petting me like I were some sort of dog. Her body was warm though, her flesh soft against certain parts of my anatomy. I almost could say I liked it, and maybe I even did. I shifted carefully and laid myself down upon her - her hands coming up to rest on the back of my head. "Glrakrak?"
I gave another look down, and leaned in to rest my chin on her chest - her long neck bending down to look into my face again. Her nose bumped against my own and gave a large, wide smile towards me while bobbing her head. She stroked me from neck to rump and thigh then back again, fingers brushing in a slow, soothing touch. I jumped when fingers fell a little lower.
"Hey!" I exclaimed. She gave a gurgle.
I reached to pull the hand away from my backside and she wriggled her hand and batted it at me, my claw slapping at me again. I gave a grunt and pulled her hands up and held them - she gurgling a little more with a wriggle of her slinky body. I gave a casual sigh and leaned in, taking a long breath of her scent, and savored it. It was odd and female, oddly female, and I let it wash over me. I sighed, jaw shivering just a touch. It, she, smelled like citrus.
I turned to look down the robe clad form and over the robe that slid along her form, and gently stroked it with my fingertips. It was soft and smooth - and I pressed my hands in over the belly for a moment, and caresses up towards the chest and back down - gazing down at her with a careful wriggle. I felt odd, and her scent made my neck itch. I rubbed it, then slowly pried open her robe in turn.
She continued to look up at me - her hands tucking up beneath her chin as I investigated her. My brow rose up before she lifted me up effortlessly, this female twice my size seemingly drawn to me, even as I was inadvertently drawn to her, and it felt strange, strange to enjoy this. I slid my hand across the smooth and warm belly, up to the smoother chest while savoring her. She seemed to like it in turn - because she pulled the robe open even more and gestured down to me - pushing me back and between her lifted second legs. She pulled me down with them, and exhaled - letting me strip her down.
Six limbs, four legs, two arms - four eyes gleamed to gaze at me, a hint of orange and lavender that made me think of the sunset. Her hands splayed, four fingers with the thumb and a tail that curled up against my backside, and coiled the tip against the collar of my neck. Her tail cupped my buttocks, and I felt blood flow to my penis. She stared down at it - brow lifting up a bit higher so her legs could splay and wriggle open.
I looked - I couldn't help but look. She looked to me then up to my face - and then touched my lower chin with the tip of my fingers - before easing me down and pushing herself up. It was a visible opening, a single slit that was like a cloaca, that made me smile. I touched my thigh, then hers, and slowly lowered myself down, my heart throbbing. She returned the favor, a push onto the back of my head as she urged me back and between the legs and against the sweet-scented opening.
I touched her, and I felt her flesh. Smooth and slick, the citrus scent washed over me and popped into my nose, making me sneeze. She clenched and gurgled again, brushing my face down against her - and pushed my mouth and maw against the opening. I almost winced at the taste, but it grew - she was salty, a little bitter to taste - and not just the cloaca, but the pheromones could be tasted too, like watery traces of her scent on the tongue.
And I licked her - feeling drawn, and feeling dizzy this close to such a rich scent. Fear had transformed into wonder, wonder into curiosity, and this curiosity was becoming a burning need, that made me throb against her tail. My mouth covered and I suckled from her - kissing and tongue-flicking, before opening her up to my needful advances. I wanted her, if want was an easy enough word. I needed her, and I grew harder.
And still she gurgled.
Her legs splayed for me - her tail wrapped my hips, and I focused upon her - the taste, the scent, the worship that was steady against her thighs and between them. My tongue washed a line as she opened up, and the flavor grew more intense - especially when I opened her, causing her gurgle to flow into something a little deeper. Almost like a rumble, it passed through her body and vibrated against my tongue, but I did not refuse - I wanted more of her, more of her taste, more of her flavor. I wanted it - I wanted her! She grew wetter and softer inside, two fingers joining my tongue as I prodded against her vulva and over her clitoris - before suckling on it with a purse of my lips.
She flung me off of her with a sudden forceful contraction and hip jerk - my wrist suddenly throbbing and my fingers numb, and I staring up at the ceiling with my jjaw aching and tongue strained. I hurt, from where I thumped and saw her writhing and contracting, for a moment making me worried I'd hurt her - but the sudden wetness at her cloaca and the way she sagged told me a far different, and little more pleasant story.
She smiled - or I presumed - and laid back, to rest, and perhaps sleep. She lay back, six legs a tangle, and four arms splayed - her cloaca closing up and leaving her slick.
She rested that way for some time - and I looked about the place - feeling drained, mentally and physically, and rubbing my sore wrist. I was glad that she had been gentle, because a look at her made me realize she was considerably bigger and heavier, and possibly stronger than I was. I crept through the room and tried the doors, none of them quite working, and each garbling at me. I kicked a door and fumbled at the handle - or what I presumed to be a handle. I twisted, and jerked and tugged at it, then just thumped my head on the door.
A further investigation of the room drew me to explore - climbing here and moving up the shelf to investigate what was there, and even standing before a large viewer, easily sixty inches and flickering with information when I came near. I found the remote for it - and turned it on - only to be bombarded in pointless information, and things I couldn't understand.
At least the music was beautiful.
I let it lay low to give me something to focus on, while moving to the last door and giving it a look over. Smooth, with any indentions, save for the fact it was set back like the others was the only clue it was able to open. I dug my fingers and pulled at it - unlike the others, with the form pushes I found it slowly opening. I was thankful for once. I pushed and shoved with my back against it, and then slid through, into the sunlit room behind the door.
The warmth was refreshing. Still smelling citrus, I entered and took a look - it given to grey metals and white base for the walls and ground. Curves were the theme - curves were the theme for everywhere else in the apartment too, I found. I crept through the kitchen and found a table, vaulted and pulled myself up to glance over it. The thing was about five feet tall - built for someone bigger than I, though the seats could have been used nearby.
Pulling myself up, I climbed onto the table for another view, trying to get some sense of clarity and focus. The room was large, fit enough for her to move through at her leisure and over-sized for my tastes. But standing up, I looked to a large window that was partially open, displaying the lightly falling rain just outside the window.
I took up a small knife from the table, the size and weight made me think of a hunting knife. I took it and ascended the counter leading to the window. Pulling shelves helped me climb more easy, as did pulling a simple towel out and wrapping it around my hip for modesty. It wouldn't last, and felt as heavy as Kevlar - but modesty and safety were paramount. Plus, I didn't want my balls to freeze.
I pushed under the window and slowly lifted it up - and looked down - a two meter drop at best. I grunted and grabbed onto the ledge before swinging my legs over, and dropped, down into the wet grass and tumbled down behind the bushes, and waited for shouts that said I'd been seen.
Nothing came. I waited for ten breaths, and turned to glance out, and saw the many tall creatures walking back and forth in whatever business giant aliens had - and slid back, my spine against the wood, and I starting to feel cold again. This wasn't a pleasant world in the least, at least without a jacket. Hugging myself, I crouched, listened, and darted behind another bush - trying to plot an escape route.
Prisoner of War training didn't cover aliens.
I sprinted across the yard, keeping low and holding the blade against my forearm. I sprinted quick through the clear path, and darted to cover behind another house - smaller than the kind female had, but no less ostentatious and bright white. They seemed to like bright whites in this place. I darted and ran across another yard, leaping a fence with a vault and climb, then landed in the wet mud behind the wall. The area was clear and free of cover - but with no one here, I had a moment to collect my thoughts. I sprinted across the muddy yard and ascended the back wall, glanced over, and leapt into another yard, also clear. There was less mud, and more wild hip-high grass. Thankfully, none of it ate me, though I felt an itch on my feet.
This new yard was better at cover, with two great trees sticking up at each corner, their branches arching over-head and splaying wide, and though the wind was kept out by grass and post, it was still quite cold and my towel was starting to weigh me down considerably. I darted through the grass and up onto the raised deck of a patio, and towards the door, which I was able to wedge open with a full body shove.
Giant aliens were a pain in my ass.
Inside was like a furnace, and I wavered, disliking it immediately. I shook myself out and took a glance about, then down to the carpeted floor, which sucked the mud off my feet as I walked. I ignored it and darted through - looking for something to wear as outside was starting to get more chill, and dying of frost would be a very unpleasant demise. A closet provided me with a choice of clothing and fabrics and I stepped in - a dark light up above me, my eyes throbbing out of habit - but I made quick work and pulled a long cloth down from the shelf. It wasn't built for someone with less than eight limbs, but I made do.
A sound caught my ear, and I pushed my back against the wall, the knife low and ready to stab if I needed to. I was thankful for the extra shading given by the clothing and the heat of the habitat, though I was starting to sweat already. I needed a bath.
Clicking. I caught a pattern to it, and something opened the door, but I kept my back against the wall and blade down, ready to strike. I was weighed down by the oversized coat, but I had surprise if the thing went for me - and I waited, quiet, patient, ready to strike. A hand reached in and grabbed near me, and I turned my head, lifting the blade up to slice when it swung out, grabbing a cloth-wrap and pulled it down from the rack, and withdrew.
My heart thumped, and I slowly lowered the blade as the door was shut.
I napped for twenty minutes, then pulled myself up and out of the closet, thankful for the less-stuffy air. The place was quiet again, and gave me the chance to escape, though I was feeling light-headed and hungry. Feeling larcenous, if only for the chance to eat, I listened and explored finding myself alone in the house. I explored - opening and closing shelves and finding all sorts of interesting doodads that I had absolutely no understanding of, and moved room to room - finding the doors more prone to opening than the other house I'd explored.
Moving through one, then another - I found a water dispenser and a bowl on the ground - and hoped I wouldn't run into anything too unpleasant. Food was present in a second bowl beside it - a pulped mush that smelled vaguely of plant matter. I scooped some up and gave it a taste - it was bland, and I didn't break out into convulsions. It helped sooth my hunger as I looked for a food box - and sighed - eventually finding it.
Omnivorous a diet, I stared up at the high racks and packages - and grabbed at random - taking everything I could and carried it under my arm - and sorted through them. Sweet smelling, bitter smelling, I took a bite of this and that and only small bites at that - just enough to stave off an ache in my stomach and leaving me with a tingle in my mouth. Better than starving, of course. I looked about and opened a few more shelves, then pulled out a wrap - looking to be a bag. I put the food into it and carefully cleaned my mess up - since the less tracks I made the better.
A pack for food, I slid the knife into it and crept my way out and towards the back yard, and climbed the fence to drop over it - and crouched on the edge of a walkway, a sidewalk of sorts. Eyes fell on me, and I looked up at a tall creature - I was starting to feel inadequate in all this. It looked down and I back up, before I sprinted off - leaving it scratching its head and giving a gurgling laugh.
The cold felt easier to deal with in the jacket, though a breeze did well to billow it out and make me wish I'd dried off. I ran quickly on my bare feet and tried to figure out where to go - while hearing a shout come from behind. I didn't look - n, I ran. I ran. And I ran.
And I ran, unsure of where the hell I was going.
I was a soldier, before being abducted. A private, I was working water purification and had the duty of taking care of a forward base's water systems. It wasn't exciting, it wasn't action packed, and it was even downright boring - but I had a hell of a lot of fun being safe. I'd get up at dawn, check the pipes, get the command-staff their coffee, and spend my hours maintaining and expanding the water system, first on base, and in the town of Kazim Khalaf. It wasn't exciting, the locals were friendly, and I even had a small black-market trading ring, they'd get me something, and I'd get them something else - often small parts that they needed.
They appreciated the water, and I appreciated having someone willing to watch my back, besides the jar-heads.
It'd been a late evening. I'd worked all day in the heat and was setting in for a nice, cool shower in a stall, stripped down and lathered up when the attacks came - mortar fire from the south and west, and an attack on the east. A hardy uprising, a lightning blitz attack that worked a little too well. I'd thrown myself out of the stall when I'd gotten the soap out of my eyes and grabbed a quick rinse of the rest of my body, taken up my underwear and thrown on my jacket, and rushed out into the dust - running for the armory to retrieve my weapon. I'd always been good at running, and I ducked behind a humvee as the attack pressed in, feeling the metal grow hot from a grenade on the other side.
I'd been alone there, listening to the gunfire - coming from both the north and south of me - a brilliant pincher attack that even I could admire. I dove from the humvee and sprinted for the armory again when there was a momentary lull, and ducked down, as holes pinged into the quick erected building beside me. I ducked down and rolled behind another parked vehicle - a Bradley that was slowly turning towards the direction I was being shot at from. The main cannon roared, a loud belch of sound that shook me to the core and made my head spin. A shot was returned, an impact that blew up less than tore into the treads.
I wasn't proud to admit it, but I'd nearly pissed myself there - caught in fear, without a weapon. Another rocket slammed into it - rocking it towards me and throwing me down - but it'd take a lot more to flip something that size. I scrambled away, and ran into the warehouse - it wasn't an armory, but it would do.
Dust and heat swirled as I flicked the lights on. Parts, a parts warehouse - better than nothing. I grabbed a heavy wrench from a shelf and held it ready - preparing to bash the first skull that popped in. I'd have preferred my battle-rifle, of course. Gunfire picked up outside and I dove for cover - crawling towards a second entrance and dared to peek out. Soldiers ran - as did unidentified soldiers. They weren't wearing uniforms, and their guns looked large. I rolled back behind cover - and counted.
They spoke and I heard boots rushing towards the warehouse, and pressed back behind the door. Boots rushed past me, the sound of three people. I dared a glance - they weren't American soldiers. Fuck!
Their backs were to me - and my wrench was heavy. Their attention shifted as they crept through the warehouse - as though looking for soldiers, and making their way towards the other side, to ambush from cover. My hand tightened down on the red steel in my hand, and I stepped out from cover - watching two go down different aisles, and a third walking the perimeter, gun in hand. I crept up behind him, my gut dropping and my heart racing. Time started to slow - as I raised the wrench up.
I brought it down on the back of his skull, the soft part between spine and head proper - and grabbed the back of his shirt, to prevent him from falling loudly. His body jerked and twitched as I hit him again and again, the wrench and my hand getting stained with blood. He stopped moving, and I stuffed him behind the door - and lifted his gun. Old, marked with signs of battle and mis-use, it was an AK - and would do me better in this fight. I pulled the gun up and began to hunt - even raising it up to check the iron-sights. They were crooked.
I caught sight of the first, and crouched - the rifle scoped up and opened fire - a quick double-tap that sent six shots down, and caught him in a bloody messy. He screamed and writhed, and I ducked behind another shelf - listening, and hearing the scuff of boots as they ran towards where I'd been. I swung around and pointed down - catching the soldier in the face. He grunted once, before I sent a three-shot into his skull. I was glad I wasn't assigned to clean up the mess.
I took their magazines, one had a knife that I exchanged with the wrench, and I glanced out, feeling more confident and trying not to think about anything else but the moment. If I did, I'd start to freak out. I held the gun and listened - the speakers were down - and helicopters roared over-head, their guns blazing. A rocket flew past my position and I leaned out to look - then opened fire on the team. Five of them held steady - only one was down. Of course, this got their attention and they fired towards me. Pain exploded into my thigh and made me crumple - I'd been shot!
I forced myself up and grit my teeth, the pain a blistering heat that sent waves of agony up and down my body. But I hobbled away - towards the other entrance after throwing a shelf down, trying to block the way. It would do, it would have to, it would buy me the few precious seconds I needed. A rocket hit the doorway and splintered behind me, metal pelted me, but nothing that would do more than ache for a few days. I limped out - towards the tank - and crumpled against it. The tank was on fire. That wasn't a good sign!
My heart raced, blood warmed my leg, and my head felt light from the effort. I hobbled and forced myself to move - heading for better cover than where I was. Bullets whizzed near me and another hit my bad leg - this time sending me down for the count. My head impacted the cement on the ground, made me black out for a moment - long enough to look dead, I supposed. I came to a few seconds later - and forced myself to roll over - bringing my gun up and firing blindly towards the bastards who hit me. They went to cover - letting me haul myself out of the way. I felt sick.
And I'd laid there, preparing to die - my body going numb from shock, and I staring up at the sky. The gunfire grew distant and far away, while my fingers couldn't lift the gun. I stared up at the sky - and watched the stars streak, the power fading out from another explosion that took out the generator and destroyed a power line. I stared up, at the sky - and raised my hand up to touch the heavens, and felt weightless for a moment. The sky opened up above me, and light grabbed me. I was going to heaven?
Heaven was cold. It was full of aliens. Mind, aliens smelled good, but aliens none the less. As I ran on my finely healed leg, I felt liberated, glad no one was shooting at me. I wished I'd had a gun, but a short-sword would work just fine if I had to use it, and I ran, running towards what appeared to be the edge of what was their city. I ran without pause and into the underbrush of green vine, red leaf, and tan undertones here and there.
I ran through the underbrush and kept on the dirt path, while trying to avoid the thistle and thicket that would make running impossible. Seemed to me that annoying plants were a universal constant everywhere in the universe, be they under one sun or two.
I had no idea where I was going - nor what I'd do when I found somewhere to go - and being that I was deep in the old growth, I slowed my run to a jog, jog to a walk, and eventually sank down to sit on a bench - my legs swinging and my head bowed. I was tired and a little scared, but I had seen, and gone through worse. At least I wasn't bleeding yet. Things could have been worse.
The rain hadn't stopped, and I was getting tired of being wet. Under the bench was no less dry - but I tucked my bag underneath and pulled out another pinch of dried food, and took a small bite. It sated my gnawing after a moment, and gave me a second to look around, and think. A rustling caught my attention, and I turned myself slightly, a hand down towards the grip of my blade as I caught the sight of pink moving through the brush. I stepped down and drew the weapon - preparing for an attack from some animal or another. It was lithe, slender, and flicked it's tongue out at me as it crept forward on its three toed feet.
The pink flesh and sunken eyes of the creature stared at me, for a long moment - a hand, three fingered, splaying into the air in front of me, and lifting its digits up, towards my face. I brought my hand up and lowered the blade, before setting it down on the ground. The naked creature looked down then up at me, and knelt, head bowing quietly. I wished I could talk, for those green eyes looked entirely too sad. But I brought my hand to his shoulder and pulled, trying to urge him to stand. He looked up, eyes widening, as I kicked the blade to the bag and took him over, and opened it - offering food. I wouldn't let a fellow survivor starve.
He took of the food - and looked quite hungry as he broke into the (what I presumed) grains to eat of it heavily, his eyes closed in relish of something solid, and a hand resting on the slight paunch of his belly. He ate contentedly, and I kept a watch out - before reaching in to offer the damp towel, which I put on his shoulder, as though for insulation. He looked up at me, then continued to eat. It must have been good or healthy for him. Or, maybe, he was hungry like me.
His body nestled against mine, suddenly. I grunted, in surprise, but lifted the slick jacket and wrapped it around his side - and felt him curl against me, holding me, hands on my back and belly. His chin ducked and he nestled it against my shoulder and neck - and he drug his legs against mine. He was cold - shivering - he needed my heat.
I looked up at the overcast sky, and let out a low, long sigh - wishing it would be sunny for a moment, I missed seeing a sun, even if this one had two. I looked up then over at him again - and then gestured to the sky, and shivered. I pointed about with my other hand, cupping over my head and trying to pantomime shelter. He looked up at my hand, then the sky, then nodded. His smile grew, showing small teeth and a wide splay of the whiskers on the side of his face.
I was good at charades.
He nodded again and rose - his tail arced high above his flank and wrapping around my forearm - before leading me on. Despite being a little pudgy and given to a presence of wrinkles, this naked creature was given a long, almost slinky frame. A black mark traced the middle of his neck to the middle of his back, and a slight sway to how he walked. The tail coiled and held me fast as we went into the woods - I carrying the bag and knife. The woods enveloped us from the trail - making me wish I had tougher feet - while he seemed oblivious to the rough ground.
But soon he lead me on - to an old building that was long abandoned and made of brick and plastic and windows long since broken in. He looked back at me then to the window, before pulling himself up and in - giving a look back to make sure I would follow. I grunted and tried the door, and shoved the knife up and into the slot, and pushed against it - forcing it open. Sometimes being strong made all the difference in the world. I pushed my way in and stumbled forward, onto a pile of bricks and cloth - and a few branches that had been gnawed on. Hunger could make one do strange things.
We ate well that evening, and I used the tarp to cover our bodies as we lay together, nestled against one another as the rain turned to a freezing drizzle, the door shut with bricks packed behind it, and time passing by. With it being cold, food wouldn't spoil, but we could. I lay my head on the rolled up bag and laid my eyes to close, while he nestled up against me. My jacket hung over the window to block out rain and drip dry - and prevent the wind from bothering us too much.
I moved through the evening, as it grew colder. I shifted and wriggled and thought about everything that had lead up to this, and more, I was full of nervous energy, nervous about him, nervous about the future. Nervous about every sound and worried I would be found. I tried to relax, my back against his chest, and my eyes burning with a need to sleep, even as my mind went a mile a minute.
It was strange, to sleep against someone, much less someone who felt male. Weirder still was to be clung to, legs to legs, tail to thigh, and hands around me. His long neck crossed mine and whiskers twitched the subtle growth around my jaw. Survival prevented me from arguing, and a deep need, a yearning to not argue about being needed made me keep quiet. It felt good to be wanted, even for my heat. Nostrils flared, at my neck, brushing slowly up and down and taking a breath of who I was. I shivered, it making my mouth hang open, and my jaw shift. It felt good with the whisper of the whiskers over my neck, and slowly down the shoulder, and back. His lips met there - between my shoulder blades. I stiffened, opened my mouth to protest and began to shift away, but the hands held me fast, and words were whispered soft in my ear, followed by a tongue flick up the outer rim.
I held his hand up and touched the digits, feeling the smooth, soft skin, and the velvet softness reminded me of a woman. I felt uncomfortable to think about it - because blood rushed where I didn't want it to. I grunted and lifted myself up again, but the air was cold, and his body had grown considerably warmer against mine, under the tarp. I shivered, and felt him press up again, against my back - and felt his shaft, half engorged itself, nudge up against my bared backside.
"I've never..." I started to say, but he turned my head, and his mouth found my own - tongue flickering out, and brushing my lips and gums and teeth - and pushing in deeper. I grunted and stiffened, for his breath tasted musky, and his hands roamed my body - pushing me down onto my belly while sliding up behind me, and laying over me. I moaned when his tail flicked up and brushed under the curve of my scrotum, and wrapped it up in the two halves, beginning a massage that made my stomach flex, and my rump lift higher. I think that's what he wanted, for he slid his body over me fully, his hips nestled up firm, and his shaft pushing in close, and deep, and wet.
It flexed against me. It pushed against me, his shaft peeling open like foreskin and the tip wedged in against me. I clenched and flexed, and then groaned as it forced its way in - making me hiss and quake and quiver and shake and moan. I moaned well, when he slid all the way up and into me - his hips nestled, and I clenching and flexing, and he making groans in return. I had never been with a male - but a kinky girlfriend had once done things with her toy that got me hooked. I never imagined I'd feel it again - only from someone male. His testes lay against my thighs as he held me, letting me adjust, wait, and accept him.
I accepted him, like a bitch accepted her alpha. He pulled back and pushed into me again, making me moan loudly, and my jaw tremble from the force of his touches. His hips surged and slapped forward again, and back again. My shaft throbbed under me while he struck my prostate, sending a rush of blood into my head and face and a roaring in my ears. My heart was throbbing, even as I knew I'd walk sore in the next evening, no matter how slender it was - it was still nice and long.
I couldn't believe I was enjoying it, but I was. I enjoyed his hands caressing my sides and shoulders and chest - I savored the teeth biting my earlobe and pulling, and I worshiped the way his fingers encircled my throat, and pulled the collar from me with a quick twist of the fingers, and a jerk on the leather. It fell free, only for his teeth to bite my neck - leaving pain and pleasure and a wet suckling in its wake. And he pushed again - making my rump lift and eyes close in a tight shudder. His shaft slid over my prostate again and again, each time making my mind grow hazier and farther away, and a rush of pleasure flow through my body, without him touching my shaft. He held me down and bred me, and suckled my neck before taking it in a bite - and stiffening up himself. It made me shudder and gasp - my eyes lidding tightly and he filling me with spurt, and spurt, and spurt of his semen, his seed, his endless bliss and heat. I cried out - as though it were my own, and forgot I hadn't gotten off in months. It felt good.
So good.
I don't know how long we laid there. A good part of me didn't care how long we laid together, I in his arms, and he keeping me safe and comfortable and warm against the cold. I didn't know, but I do know he pulled himself off of me and slowly withdrew, leaving me empty inside, but the fire that flowed in my guts. But he laid beside and pulled me close - twining against me and keeping me safe.
I wasn't used to being the one nurtured, but I wasn't exactly complaining about it, either. My fingers trailed his chest and felt the slim muscle beneath his form, and gently, I slid my fingers down and lifted the tarp to gaze at him, to see what had bred me - and admired the male. I hadn't even known I liked men!
Of course, he was an alien - and it was something we both needed. He gently lifted my hand and brought it to his lips, and kissed it - making me shiver, and jerk just a little bit. My shaft laid on his thigh as I stiffened again - and I rubbed forward, upon his flesh. He looked up at me with a casual cock of his head - then turned to face me. Hands roamed my chest, three fingers splaying over my belly and groin, and down, to cup my shaft with a firm squeeze. I stiffened and grunted, while his tongue flickered along my lips, slowly. He knew I needed, and his eyes showed thought, of how to help me.
He looked to me, then to my shaft - as though judging the size. His whiskers wriggle twice and then he turned, slowly drawing the tarp off of me and taking a look over my body, and measured me with a span of fingers and a grip. He pumped once and made my hips jerk - before the creature nodded. He brushed a hand out and over the water that had piled and lifted his tail - brushing it under the tail. He glanced at me, almost expectantly - then brushed his fingers beneath the tail, to the small slit. I think I understood - and shivered, when his mouth fell upon me, engulfed me, and began to suck. My face flushed again as I put my hands on the underside of his tail and quivered - my jaw gaping. It felt good, especially with a tongue wrapping me twice.
He was smaller than I was, at least in the genitals - but longer - and from what I saw, he needed to be lubricated more than I had - and I wasn't flexible like he was. Gazing up at his rump, and down to his low hanging pink sack, I took a breath to steady myself - surprised at my thoughts and ideas - and then more, I leaned up, my lips against the back of his balls, then slowly up, licking, licking against the curves of his rump, then higher, higher against the firm muscled cheeks, and then up between them - over the hole that was musky, male, and sweetly alien all the same.
Did all aliens taste sweet or something? I didn't care at the moment, because I moaned against his slit, and flicked my tongue over it again and again, tasting and washing and making him wet, and prepared for me. He pushed down and straddled my face, and I returned the pleasure with hungry pushes of my tongue, falling into this experience. His body was softer than my ex girlfriend had ever been - his scent was less harsh on the nostrils, and his tongue was a hundred times as good. I hugged him and drew him close with my hand on the back of his head, and the other against his tail - eating and savoring his flanks as his mouth worked, bobbed, and twisted side to side. His mouth was wet - so very wet. I almost came then and there, but managed to hold myself back.
His rump flexed against my face and I moaned into him with a soft slap of my hand on his flank, my hips lifting and jerking and drawing to the edge, which he knew - and pulled off of my shaft to let me ride out the need, and never pull up to the rim. I wanted to weep and groaned into him - my tongue trembling as it worked and lapped faster and faster. He liked it - his hissing quick and his voice a sibilant pleasure, a pleasure that was too much to enjoy. I wanted it. I wanted him.
I wanted an alien, with a beautiful face that was almost a muzzle, with eyes that were feline, and a whiskered snout that had been playing and rolling my balls like six fingers that were inhumanly flexible. I groaned before he pulled up and off of me - and looked down at me as he stood - considering me again. I slowly sat up and kissed the back of his thigh, and up against the curve of his rump - which made him smile. No, he wasn't done, I wasn't done. He bent himself down and dropped to his knees and hands, and looked back, tail high.
I knew that position. And I climbed up behind him, and rested my hands on his flanks. I pushed forward and slowly nestled up between the muscled haunches, and I nestled forward, settling myself against him with a groan. I pushed up, I pushed in - I pushed, as he accepted me inside and I felt myself gripped by hot, cloying muscle and sweet desire. My jaw shivered while he groaned, his throat giving a rapid grunt as I pushed in, until my hips met his. His tail gripped my hip and held me fast as I gave small, needful hunches, and bent down, over him.
I began to thrust, and mate with him - my hips softly smacking and impacting his own, mating with him under the cool air, and the steam our entwined bodies gave off. I bred with him and cried out when he clenched, the muscle strangling me, and making me gasp out, loud and hot. I wanted him. I loved him. I was his. And with a quicker surge, my hips slapped into is, and his ovular testicles were impacted by mine - making me shudder and gasp. My stomach clenched and body surged, as I grew closer to a release, closer, closer...
And I gave it. I gave in, like a kick in the stomach, like a shot to the head, I released, a scream leaving me that turned into a shout, a moan, a whisper and whimper and flooding of his body. Each jerk of my shaft shot seed into him, and he clawed at the ground as he writhed beneath me. He gave me my release, and I gave him my seed. I gave it all, and felt light headed, and weak, and sagged atop him. It had been months, and I, drenched in sweat and heat, slowly sagged and fell onto my side, holding him flush to my hips and feeling his tail around me.
He held me, and I held him. And beneath the tarp, the air was warm, and we slept, for then first time in a long time, I was glad to. I fell to sleep, spooning close against him, and let the future worry about itself.