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Jeffrey Albus had been obsessed with alien encounters since he was very young. He had found myriad artifacts that he had hidden away in the lockbox beneath his family trailer. Jeffrey had raised himself; his father had departed long ago and his mother was constantly in a state of intoxication. His mother would fall asleep with a bottle clutched to her bosom and immediately begin drinking upon awakening to quell her hangovers. Jeffrey often found himself putting out her cigarettes when she blacked out. He hated to bring his friends over, since the sound of retching could often be heard in the bathroom. He lived far in the Mojave Desert in an isolated trailer-park community.

Jeffrey was 16 years of age and looked pretty much like the average teenager. He had medium-length brown hair, curling slightly around his ears. He was Caucasian, but his dark tan often gave him a slightly Latin appearance. Hours spent in the searing sunlight gave the skin a bronzed hue. He gazed at himself in the mirror, making sure he was well groomed for another day in high school. Jeffrey didn't know why he bothered, there were only about 30 students in his high school. He turned on the faucet and washed the sleep from his vivid green eyes. He checked his naked body in the mirror; it was fit but not necessarily buffed. He was tanned above the waist and pale below. The teen thought he should get some sun on his legs. He clothed himself in a white long-sleeve shirt with light blue buttons, white boxers, faded blue jeans, beige hiking boots, and completed the outfit with an arrowhead necklace. The sophomore dashed out of the trailer and rode his mountain bike to school.

It was a beautiful day in the wasteland. The Joshua trees loomed over the small community like eerie sentinels. A road runner flitted across the road, stopping just off the road to snatch up a grasshopper. Dust twisters gathered bits of paper and took them into the sky. Very few automobiles passed this way at this time of the morning. The teenage human casually pedaled his bike on the cracked asphalt road, avoiding the occasional potholes. He was mentally preparing himself for his presentation today; a show-and-tell was so elementary school. He was smiling though, for he was carrying an alien artifact with him to present; a tracking chip he thought.

Jeffrey rode onto the school grounds, locking his bike to the provided bike cage. He entered the classroom, observing the 9 students seated there. The teacher, Mrs. Kellan, was already writing the presentation order on the board and he was to be first. Mrs. Kellan was a heavyset Irish woman with dingy red hair and clad in a simple gray dress. His peers were an odd assortment of what he cheerfully thought of as fellow desert rats. There was Alice the only African American student in the school, three Native American male students; Running-Brook, Silver-Wolf, and Steve, Mrs. Kellan's skinny red-haired daughter Valerie, the Caucasian brunette twins Eva and Missy, a pale blonde named Doug, and Otto the Italian bodybuilding enthusiast who had been lifting weights since he was ten. Jeffrey knew them all when he was younger, but had become reclusive when he entered puberty.

"Jeffrey Albus, are you ready?" Mrs. Kellan asked in a tone that suggested her irritation at his being five minutes late.

"Yes ma'am," Jeffrey replied in a sheepish tone.

The alien buff took the small envelope containing his chip from his backpack and walked to the front of the classroom. He pulled out the artifact and began handing it around the room. Jeff presented while it was passed from student-to-student. "This is an alien tracking chip. Humans are abducted, probed, and these chips are inserted inside the human body in order to tag the abductees. This tagging is similar to humankind's cataloging and tracking of animals. Alien abduction is considered to be a close encounter of the fourth kind. That Spielberg movie focused on the third kind. Notice the cool feel of the strange black metal and the complex interplay of circuits. They are designed to be powered by the ambient energy of the living body. If one of these is in your body, chances are you will be abducted additional times."

"Jeffrey Albus!" Mrs. Kellan berated, "What did I tell you about speculation? We are here to learn facts not to spread these myths."

"They are not myths!" Jeffrey yelled and began to chant, "Roswell, Roswell, Roswell..."

"Be quiet or I'll give you detention. You can't prove any of it," the teacher belittled. "You shouldn't listen to the Alien Watchdog so much. It's putting your thoughts on idle things. You should be more focused on getting out of this nowhere town and finding a college."

"Jeff, you are such a freak," Alice mocked.

"Yeah, why don't you get probed in Uranus," Eva piped in.

The Native American students just shook their heads at the mocking students, smirking like they believed Jeff was onto something and glaring at the other students like they were insects.

"Can we get on to something else?" Otto asked with a yawn for punctuation, stretching his massive arms.

The rest of the day went like most school days do: more presentations, some reading, some art, lunch, music class, physical education, and finally math. He always hated math, not because the subject was boring, but because it was after PE and the room stunk. He didn't know what the parents of the twins were feeding them, but they reeked particularly. The Italian emanated the odor of cologne that smelled a little like acrid limes. The day ended and Jeffrey rode his bike home. He was planning a trek on his ATV this afternoon.

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Deep in space, a small lightly-armed triangular spacecraft pursued a larger heavily-armed V-shaped one. The larger one was hesitant to fire on the pursuing craft, since it was a police vehicle. Murder of an officer was punishable by a fate worse than death; janitorial duty on the sex planet Laxitus. The police craft fired several warning shots across the bow of the larger craft. The fleeing ship was almost to its destination; a small rift in space created by The Travelers. The vertical halo led to many places in space, from Flaxis 4 to a primitive planet known as Earth. The fleers entered the rift.

A feminine voice from the craft in pursuit of the fugitives contacted her superiors. "I am in pursuit of the hircine pirates. They have entered rift 506542221703. Requesting permission to enter the rift..."

A masculine voice responded to her report. "Permission granted to continue pursuit. Don't forget to turn on..." only static could be heard followed by a, "...navigation beacon," under his breath. "Kalika is going to get herself killed one day."

"Probably sooner than later," another masculine voice replied.

The small craft piloted by the leporine followed the pirate vessel, tailing her quarry zealously. She had long rounded ears tied back behind her head, a distinctive overbite, and cobalt-colored fur accented in white. Her eyes were the deepest shade of turquoise and rather large, giving her a kind of innocent visage. Most of her body was concealed by a silver jumpsuit with large boots. The tight clothing only magnified the massive orbs of her chest with her nipples straining to reveal themselves through the fabric. It was no wonder that she was so popular on Laxitus. Her short bushy tail poked through the back of her spacesuit. To an earthling, she would very much resemble an anthropomorphic rabbit. Her silver badge indicated her rank of lieutenant in the police force. Kalika was extremely focused on this chase, nibbling on the white tip of her right ear. She had to end this quick, for her fuel was nearly spent. The leporine fired a few shots to the aft of the hircine vessel; if she could just put the ships engines out of commission. The hircine were a crafty species, distinctly goat-like and always raiding weaker ships. They were also often guilty of smuggling contraband like illegal drugs and banned weapons.

"Break off your pursuit or we will be forced to fire upon you," the captain of the hircine vessel warned with a bleat.

"Surrender or face added penalties," Kalika responded firing a few more shots at the pirate vessel.

"You were warned," the captain said launching a barrel charge.

The barrel exploded to the right of the leporine pursuit craft. Her vessel was heavily damaged and sparks could be seen from several cracks in the ship's hull. The left wing had broken off the craft and she had to struggle to keep the ship from spiraling out of control. Kalika exited the rift and found herself in an eight-planet solar system with three "dwarf planets," called N'cksjay by The Travelers, near a planet called Saturn. Her craft barely made it to the only habitable planet in the system, Earth. She was forbidden to land on that planet, but had no choice. The ship entered the atmosphere and began a landing sequence. The landing gear was severely damaged so instead of preparing to land she prepared to crash.

The ship entered the atmosphere at a steep angle, plummeting in a rapid spiral as Kalika tried to steady the descent. She had just barely righted the craft before crashing into the desert of the Mojave. The vessel hit the ground hard, bouncing two times before sliding near the edge of the gully. The leporine opened the pilot's hatch and exited the ship. With the flip of a switch, the vehicle's EM scrambler was activated, rendering the ship invisible to radar and the naked eye. She hoped that the hominine weren't already en route to her ship. The batteries had only about five hours of charge in them to maintain the scrambler. She had to get away from this crash site. Kalika activated a node called the dissolver, which would turn the craft to dust, but with a radiation discharge that could illuminate the craft to any peering eyes. She set the dissolver timer for four hours allowing her time to put some distance between herself and the ship. She would be gone, but her presence would not go undetected. Kalika strapped on her device belt, slid her laser blaster into a holster at her left hip, and draped an implosion rifle over her right shoulder. With a powerful shove, which would have astounded the hominine, she pushed the ship into the culvert. She thought to herself, 'the humans wouldn't capture her without a fight.' A large city was in the west so she intended to head in that direction, but inadvertently set the poles incorrectly on her guidance screen. She ended up heading towards a nowhere town in the Mojave Desert.

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Jeffrey went for a ride into the desert on his blue ATV. He savored the sun on his bare back; his shirt was tied around his waist. He rode through the dusty wilderness in search of artifacts; he had a knack for finding oddities. In addition to alien artifacts, he often found Native American relics, rare coins, and various antiquities from the old west. It, of course, helped to be in the vicinity of a ghost town. Jeffrey usually sold everything terrestrial in origin on the internet toward the purchase of additional alien items. He had amassed quite a few interesting pieces, but could not fathom what most of them were used for. Some of the artifacts were circular, some spherical, and then there were the chip-like trinkets.

After riding for about an hour he heard a booming whoosh followed by a poof of dust. The poof occurred quite a distance to the east. Fortunately, he always brought extra fuel for his expeditions, so he traveled towards the crash. He traveled about a half an hour before glimpsing a rather curvaceous figure approaching his position. He came to a stop about 10 feet from the rabbit-like woman and his jaw dropped.

"You are an a-a-a-alien," Jeffrey gasped before swooning from his ATV.

He could feel a fur-covered hand tapping his face. He was on his back on the dusty ground. She spoke to him in a musical tone in a language he could not comprehend. "Cashey tay moona tela." She saw his lack of comprehension and touched a button on her belt. "Are you OK?"

"Yes. Do you know my language now?" Jeffrey asked in a surprised tone.

"Not exactly. I am tapping into your brainwaves to speak and understand your language. Wait a minute! Why are you so shocked to see me? I should look just like you. Scrat! I forgot to turn on my infiltration module." She looked very agitated and tried to activate her module. "Oops, out of charge. You wouldn't happen to have a battery?"

The teenager just looked at her with a vacant look on his face, unable to fathom the alien before him. He never thought an alien would be anything other than a little green man. She was a delectable, buxom bunny. He didn't think he should argue with her, for she looked heavily armed, not to mention the various gleaming-silver devices attached to her belt.

"Can we get out of here before you're authorities find me?" she pleaded with him.

"Okay. Hop on my vehicle and I'll take you to my home," he said a little reluctantly. He almost laughed when he thought about the word 'hop.'

The human mounted his ATV and the alien slid into place behind him. The rabbit grasped his sides with her soft hands, which felt rather sensual to Jeffrey's bare skin especially the pads on her palms. The teenager felt himself growing hard at the feel of her breasts on his back. He wondered if she had compatible sex organs. He thought she was a bit ditzy for an alien, but hot. Kalika thought that the human reminded her of a simian lover she had once shared the company of, save for he wasn't quite as hairy and was a little less apish. She wondered if her people would be able to find her here. The leporine hoped she would get to have sex again. After a duration, the twosome reached the trailer.

"You have a couch outside?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, I guess my family is a bunch of rednecks," Jeffrey replied with a sigh.

"You're neck looks bronze to me." The leporine replied seriously, bringing a light chuckle from the human.

They dismounted the ATV and entered the trailer home. His mother was a functioning drunk, so she had left for work as a blackjack dealer at a distant casino. His parent would not return until the wee hours of the morning and then she would readily head for the liquor. Nightfall was approaching and Jeffrey wondered what tomorrow held in store. The alien reclined on the dingy-beige couch, set her rifle on the coffee table, and closed her eyes in relaxation. The teenager wanted to be a good host so he approached her.

"I'm Jeffrey," he introduced himself.

"Kalika," she introduced.

"Do you want some food?" he asked.

"No thanks, I had some rations before you found me." She replied.

"How about some scotch?"

"No thanks. Would you like some drugs?" she asked.

"I could get in trouble for doing drugs."

"Your people would not even know what I gave you. This is one of the few legal drugs in my galaxy."

"Sure, I'd like some. Who created them?"

"The Travelers," she answered.

"Who are The Travelers?" asked Jeffrey.

"I think you would call them little green men."

"Oh."

"The Travelers have visited Earth and many other planets in search of compatible genetic material. They were much like you at one time; hominine. They evolved and became infertile in the process. Shortly after their infertility, their genitals vanished and they became unable to reproduce. After that, their species turned to cloning to propagate themselves. It turned out that they had evolved on a genetic level. Currently, The Travelers are clones of clones, and their genetic code is degrading. They are nearing a breakthrough that will restore their code and prevent their eventual extinction. They are a very physically feeble species, but have very powerful psionic abilities." Kalika finished her tale.

"So, what's with the anal probing?" Jeffrey asked in a jokey tone.

"For some reason, they think your species finds it pleasurable to be stimulated in that area."

"Would you like to watch some television while we intake the drugs?"

"We call them brain foggers and rarely allow ourselves to watch." She replied.

"I don't watch it much either. I mostly listen to the radio."

"Brain foggers have been used on other worlds. They may project information, but their main purpose is to affect perspective. Your planet is actually riddled with alien technology, but your brains have been altered to be unable to see them."

"I guess that's why I find them so readily," Jeffrey stated. "What do you do for fun?"

"We have very little time for fun. For recreation, we mostly have sex."

"You must breed like bunnies," jested the teenager.

"I haven't heard that one. Do bunnies on your world breed any differently than other creatures?"

"They have lots of babies."

"I find that offensive," she responded with her hands to her hips. "On my world, we are discouraged from having children the natural way. We are genetically engineered to be free from defects and then gestated in an incubator. In addition, we are encouraged to seek out other species for companionship. I usually have mainly physical relationships on the sex planet."

"You have a whole planet for sex? Wow!" Jeffrey said incredulously. "What species have you slept with?"

"There's no sleeping involved. I've been with nearly every compatible species. You remind me of a simian lover I once had, only without so much hair. He may have looked like a big hairy ape with hulking muscles, but he was the tenderest of lovers. Lupines have massive cocks, but those knots, ouch. That knot is overrated and they really love to get rough. I was like sore for days. The leonine are also a really painful experience, you feel good when they plunge their members in, but intense pain from their barbs when they withdraw. The vulpine have those incredible muzzles that feel like their fucking you when they give cunnilingus. Those foxes really love the taste of female secretions. The bovine I was with had horns, huge balls, and filled me so full of semen that I looked pregnant; I never thought that fluid would ever stop seeping out of me. And, I was once tag teamed by six musteline that resembled ferrets. I could barely follow their movements as one after another sped in, copulated, and withdrew."

Jeffrey stood there awestruck by her candor. "Aren't you afraid of diseases?" he blurted out.

"The Travelers cured all the known sexually transmitted diseases," she stated. "Have you ever had sex?"

"Once. My cousin Andrew and I acquired fake IDs. We played roulette at a casino in Pahrump and then drove to Crystal to pay for sex with prostitutes at a local brothel. We were a little intoxicated though, since we each took a different color on the roulette wheel and had the cocktail waitresses bring us drink-after-drink."

"Did you enjoy it?" Kalika asked.

"Of course. The whore was extremely careful and kept washing my penis with some medicinal wash though. Not to mention her obsession with condoms."

"Ready for some drugs?" she asked.

"Ready," the teenager said with a smile.

"The pardine call these Pr'rowls," the alien said emphasizing the catlike sound of the alien words. "I'm not sure what The Travelers called them when they synthesized the drug."

"What do the pardine look like?"

"Spotted and catlike," she answered.

She handed him a small yellow pill with a small 'p' on it and downed one herself. He followed her lead in popping the pill. Jeffrey watched her lie back on the couch and seated himself in the olive-colored easy chair resting his legs on the coffee table. He heard the leporine groaning and stroking herself as his eyes began to become blurry. The colors became distorted in the room, like they could barely decide what color to be. He watched Kalika remove her jumpsuit revealing the patch of white on her torso highlighting her cleavage, vulva, and navel-free abdomen. She was stroking her breasts. It obviously took affect more quickly in her than in him. Then it hit him, he began to feel his skin tingling and felt like his body was floating. The tingling increased to an almost pleasurable state. The teenager lost track of the alien as he plummeting into his own trance. The sensations increased and he could hear himself moaning. His body was covered in dewy moisture. Jeffrey then began to feel like many rough tongues were lapping at his entire body from head to toe. He felt an orgasmic shuddery feeling as if his body was having an orgasm without ejaculation. He noticed that he had removed his clothing sometime during the fugue. He looked at his rod and noticed that it remained flaccid. This must all be in his head, he thought. This state lasted for several hours before he awoke spent.

"I never saw it last so long with anyone," the leporine stated. "You were growling all night."

"It's morning already? I missed the start of school. Did my mother get home?"

"No."

"Damn! She must be gambling again. We might not see her for days. At least she didn't see you."

"I was hoping to have sex with you last night, but you were really out of it."

"We could have sex..." A loud rapping at the door interrupted him midsentence. "We should hide you. I have a lead box in my room that you could hide in. I'm not sure about the air holes though." Rap, rap, rap... "Just a minute!" the teenager yelled.

"Don't worry about it. I have a breather." With that, the leporine pulled out a small tube with wriggling tentacles that she held to her lovely rabbit nose. The tentacles slithered into her nostrils and she gave a test breath, wriggling her nose like rabbits do. Jeffrey led Kalika to the box and let her inside.

Another set of raps occurred and Jeffrey opened the door to see three gray-suited humans; two men and a woman. Their hair was slicked back with heavy gel and all wore sunglasses.

"I'm David Kindler from the Internal Revenue Service and these are Janet Smith and Roger Wilson," introduced the official-looking man with a well-trimmed mustache. His male partner was clean shaven.

"What do you want?" Jeffrey asked.

"You owe some back taxes, boy," David stated in a mock southern drawl. "May we come in?"

"Whatever," the teenager replied somewhat sarcastically.

Mr. Kindler sat in the recliner and Jeffrey sat on the couch, enjoying a whiff of the aliens scent, like flowers after a light rain. He loved her smell. "You have been selling some merchandise on the Internet Mr. Albus," the agent began. Jeffrey watched the female agent using some sort of device that he had never seen before.

"I don't think you're with the IRS," the teen challenged.

"Sure we are, boy."

"I only made $3,000 last year, which is well below the $5,350 required before paying taxes."

"Who do you think we are?"

"Some covert government agency concerned about extraterrestrials."

"That's a stretch. You really have some imagination. There are no such beings," David, if that was his name, stated while removing his mustache.

"What about the device Janet is using, I've never seen anything like it."

"I told you not to use that so openly Janet," David rebuked his associate. "I guess it doesn't matter, since we're going to wipe your memory when we're finished with the investigation. We are with the Extraterrestrial Defense Network. I'm agent 1043, she is agent 4365, and my other associate is agent 3320. Mind if I smoke?"

"Go ahead. My mother has already permeated the trailer with smoke."

"Would you like one?"

"No way! Those things cause lung cancer," Jeffrey replied.

"Actually they don't. Have you ever wondered how some people can smoke until they are very old and others get lung cancer without smoking a day in their life? Our agencies main goal is to keep secrets and protect the Earth. Put on these sunglasses and look outside," agent 1043 handed the shades to the teen and lit his cigarette.

Jeffrey looked out his window. What he saw surprised him. A strange green cloud hovered in the skies above him. "What is that shit?" he asked.

"It's some sort of alien flora. The skies above our planet are plagued by those clouds. We have been unable to get rid of those plants. Occasionally, a piece drops off, someone breathes it in, and then they die of lung cancer. We are fearful that one day the entire cloud will drop and everything on the planet will die. We continue to propagate the myth that lung cancer is caused by smoking. We want to avoid mass hysteria. If smoking caused cancer, do you think we could have survived our history of campfires, wood-pellet stoves, and pollution from burning hydrocarbons?"

"I don't know."

"Let me just come out and ask it. Have you been harboring an alien?"

"No!" Jeffrey shouted.

"I think you're lying. If we find this to be the case, we will stick you in the deepest hole we can find." The agent pulled out a pistol and fired a projectile into Jeffrey's thigh.

"Ow! What did you do that for?" the teenager cried out in pain.

"It's a tracking chip. We want to be able to find you again. Let me have those shades back." The agent removed the sunglasses and stuffed then into his jacket. With that the agents departed.

Jeffrey limped over to the door and locked it behind them. He then limped over to the lead chest and opened it. The leporine hopped out; glad to be out of her confinement.

"What happened?"

"I was visited by the Extraterrestrial Defense Network."

"You're bleeding. Let me heal you," the alien took off a small boxlike device with a couple of sparkplug resembling attachments. She gestured him to lie on his bed. With the press of a button, she sealed the wound.

"Shouldn't you have taken out the tracking chip before sealing the wound?"

"Oh yeah," with that she activated the laser scalpel and opened his leg.

"Ow! Fuckin' shit! That hurts."

"Oops, forgot the anesthesia." she pushed a button to apply the anesthetic.

"That's better," the teen breathed a sigh of relief.

Kalika pushed a button and some metallic tentacles dug into his leg removing the tracking dart. She then sealed the wound a second time.

"Shall we get out of here?" Jeffrey asked. "My father left a motorcycle."

"Where should we go?"

"Los Angeles," he suggested.

Jeffrey tried to get up and his leg buckled causing him to fall forward. The alien quickly caught him. The anesthetic had caused his leg to go numb. The rabbit helped him get dressed; black jeans, blue tank top, and a black leather jacket. Kalika then picked him up with one arm and threw him over her right shoulder.

"Let me get some stuff out of my drawer," he asked. The leporine brought him over to his desk and he withdrew his fake ID, about $1,000 dollars, and his father's motorcycle keys.

The rabbit grabbed her rifle that she had stowed in his closet the night before while Jeffrey was out of it. She held it readied in her left hand. The teenager just marveled at her sexy hind quarters that he had a good view of as he dangled over her shoulder. She had some nice curves to her, but did not appear like she should be as strong as she was. He couldn't prevent his erection. Kalika just smiled thinking she would get sex tonight if she survived the day. She quickly exited the trailer.

"Stop right there!" agent 1043 ordered from nearby. Their black sedan was parked just out of eyesight of the trailer. "Put the boy down!" The other two agents sprinted to the position, menacing silver pistols drawn. Agent 1043 was armed with a large rifle.

Kalika fired her rifle and the agents leapt out of the way of the blast. The energy sphere from her rifle struck their sedan enveloping the car in a large bubble which compressed around the vehicle. The car was squeezed into a ball of crushed metal. The leporine ran into a storage shed where Jeffrey indicated the motorcycle was housed. She threw a small cylindrical object on the shed door after she had entered and closed the door behind her. A volley of laser pulse shock waves could be heard striking the door. The red Japanese motorcycle was chained to the supports of the shed.

"Let's see. Where is the key to that chain?" the teen asked himself. The leporine just grinned, put the boy and her rifle on the ground, and yanked the chain apart. Jeffrey thought to himself, 'she was strong.' Even Otto wouldn't have been able to break that heavy-link chain. They donned the two red helmets with shaded visors in the garage, which would hide Kalika's features from any prying eyes. The teen began to feel his leg again and started the cycle; the alien straddled the motorbike clinging to his hips. She pressed a button on her belt and the shed door exploded. He sped the bike out of the shed, trying to stay away from the agents. They had successfully evaded the EDN agents for now.

The head agent pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number, and said, "We need a helicopter out here. Now!"

The two fleeing on motorcycle made it to the highway and proceeded to travel for several hours in the Californian direction. The teen stopped for a fast food burger and fries on the way. The alien tried a fry and nearly choked on the small potato. She obviously found it distasteful for she gave the human a disgusted glance. The leporine ate one of her rations. Jeffrey tried one of her rations and thought it kind of tasted like a pet store smelled and spit it out. They continued down the road until evening and stopped at a small rundown motel on the side of the road. The agents hadn't caught up with them. Jeffrey entered the lobby to pay for a room leaving Kalika with the motorcycle. The hotel manager was a scruffy Persian in a white tank top and black slacks who eyed him suspiciously. The teen handed him the fake ID and about $126 in cash.

"Check out is at 11a.m. Mr. Shitenphuk," stated the manager while handing him the keys. "That's a very odd name."

"Its Dutch," the teen replied with a grin. His cousin had a crude sense of humor.

The alien and the teen entered the slightly rundown motel room with two double beds and took turns showering road dust from their bodies. The room needed a little maintenance; but was, at least, clean. Kalika let the human bathe first since she had to examine her equipment. The teen finished showering and came out in his boxers his bushy hair still dripping wet. The leporine went into the shower and ran the water. Jeffrey ordered a pizza with cheese and olives from a nearby place mentioned in the motel guide. He examined her gear; unable to fathom the purpose of the items he had not seen her use. The teen held her badge wondering if she was an effective cop. Kalika showered for a long time and then the human heard her use the hair dryer for about an hour. The pizza-man had come and gone before she exited the bathroom. The teen nearly drooled when the anthrorabbit came out completely naked. He gawked at her massive breasts covered in white fur. The alien saw his interest and asked him if he wanted to touch them. Jeffrey nearly leapt from his chair in excitement and fondled her soft orbs.

"What's that smell?" asked the rabbit.

"Pizza."

"It reminds me of an histricine delicacy. Let's eat first and then have sex. I'm famished."

They consumed the pizza with some cola. The leporine had a voracious appetite and ate a little more than half the pizza herself. When Kalika had finished her meal, she lay back on the bed rubbing her abdomen. Jeffrey admired her lovely form from his seat, eagerly anticipating the feel of her silken apices. His green eyes studied her intently. The alien beckoned to him, stroking her right teat. The teen observed her feet that appeared to be a mix between those of a human and those of a rabbit. He saw the pink pads covering the soles of her feet and her toes. Yesterday he had been fearful of aliens and their influence on planet Earth; today he was going to copulate with one. This was going to be a close encounter of the seventh kind, an exchange of genetic material with an extraterrestrial. The human wondered what tomorrow held for him. He didn't care; he only wanted to touch the ravishing female before him. The teen pulled his boxers off; his aroused phallus delighted to be free of its confines.

Kalika gazed at the human carnally, her turquoise eyes radiating her desire. Jeffrey approached her and gave her a long lingering kiss; his tongue slipped into her in sweet invasion. He could feel her twin peg teeth with the tip of his questing lamina. The alien returned the kiss, erotically engulfing his lips. Jeffrey stroked her creamy breasts feeling the luxurious white fur that highlighted her peaks. He tugged gently on her rose-tipped nipples, noticing that her throbbing nubs were poking through the snowy coat. The teen gently kneaded and stroked her mammilla savoring the feel of them. He could feel her becoming warm as he massaged her. The teen molded her softness for several minutes until the leporine sighed. She had obviously grown bored of his groping.

"Mount me!" she whined.

"Don't you want some foreplay first?" Jeffrey asked in a ragged breath.

"No. Fuck me!" she clamored wantonly.

Jeffrey was startled that she was able to pull that word from his brain. She obviously didn't want him to delay any longer. Kalika hopped onto her hands and knees. She raised her fluffy tail in a flirtatious display, wiggling her hind quarters invitingly; her sheath was framed by tufts of ivory fur. The teen was fascinated by the indigo fur covering the bulk of her flesh and the way her long ears draped upon her back. Jeffrey could see viscid broth gushing from her hot furrow. As he brushed his pole at the edge of her womanhood, he felt her moisture. The human enjoyed teasing her as she whimpered. He thrust deeply into her, watching her fluids drip forth with the penetration. He sank himself into her, again and again. She sucked in lungfuls of air as spasms of delight rocketed through her. The alien bucked wildly as he delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. The human tugged delicately on her ears, feeling the velvety texture. The teen shuddered as he approached his eruption. Kalika felt him approaching and bore down on his swollen member.

"Not yet," she whispered.

He felt the muscles of her hot pouch squeezing his trunk. Jeffrey was at the point just before orgasm, but was unable to come with her grip on his cock in her channel. He continued to lightly grind his body into hers; fascinated by the control she had over her vaginal muscles. It began to feel like she was milking his penis like a cow's teat. The teen could barely catch his breath as she held him in a state of rhapsody. The leporine gave a sharp hiss as she shook violently with an approaching climax. The teen felt his balls ache as he was held in a state of suspension. She spewed forth a fountain of juice flooding the blankets as she convulsed around him while making woof, woof sounds. He felt her walls release his raw rod. He soared over the edge filling her with his warm cream growling from the intense ejaculation.

The teen slipped out of her and she reached back to slip her fingers inside her wet crevasse. Kalika withdrew her fingers and tasted his man-juice. She then began to vigorously stroke her clit with the fingers of her right paw and submerged her left paw into her cunt, which caused her sex to make a suction sound as she pleasured herself within. Jeffrey watched her masturbation, hardening again. A geyser of female fluid blasted him in the chest with a splutter as she had another orgasm. The teen massaged the naughty juice with a scent resembling seawater into his skin.

"What do you want to do now?" she asked with a wink.

"Shower." He replied.

"Together?"

"Yes," he responded whilst panting with desire.

Kalika led the human into the bathroom and began drawing water from the shower head. It was one of those shower/bathtub arrangements with a nylon shower curtain. The curtain would only get in the way, so they would risk drenching the floor. Jeffrey tasted some of her secretions that she had spritzed him with. It reminded him of the flavor of his precum yet sweeter. He thought female ejaculation was only a myth, but tasting the fluid convinced him otherwise. It wasn't urine. The twosome went into the shower and locked together in a ravenous embrace, fiercely mushing mouth-to-mouth. The human moved in to coit her in a standing position. He buried himself in her cleft and slipped backwards in the slippery bathtub. The alien caught him before he fell, cradling his buttocks in her palm pads. Jeffrey supported himself with his arms behind him as Kalika guided his length into her downy mound. The leporine rapidly pulled him inside, then dropped him, pulled him inside, and then repeated as he dangled from her grasp. He reached up his right hand to stroke her left teat still supporting himself with his left arm. The teen watched the water droplets fall from her matted fur. He felt like he was levitating as he watched the rabbit drive his cock inside her again and again. She let him come normally this time as he filled her a second time. She let him down and sat in front of him. They took turns soaping each other bodies.

They left the shower, dried their bodies and the bathroom floor, and went into the main room. Jeffrey was grateful the room had two beds, for the bed they had copulated on was still damp. The alien and the human slipped under the covers and embraced affectionately. Jeffrey went to sleep feeling the silky fur covering her arms, clutching her arm as if it were a stuffed animal he had loved as a child. The leporine slept with her free hand petting the human's hair. Jeffrey and Kalika awoke to the beeping of one of the small gadgets on the alien's belt. The teen had a massive headache. The rabbit walked over to check the device. The device opened a little like a flip-phone and she evaluated the screen.

"What is it?" Jeffrey asked while rummaging in his jacket for some aspirin.

"There is a fugitive hiding on Earth. His name is Solen Zrix. My tracker has picked up his scent. He's one of the most wanted criminals in my galaxy. A suilline who has trafficked forbidden weapons, banned drugs, and has committed unfathomable atrocities. He enjoys humiliating and torturing females until they beg for death."

"What will he look like?"

"He'll probably look like a massive human, but that is only due to his infiltration module. Without his disguise, he'd look pretty much like a sentient hog walking upright," she replied.

"Can I help you?" he asked after downing the pain pills.

"You can help me by distracting the alien while I blast his infiltration module. But watch out, he may be armed with any number of weapons. His preferred weapon seems to be the disintegrator."

After checking out, Jeffrey joined Kalika on his motorcycle and they sped off. The alien guided the teen in the direction of the fugitive. They ended up at a small abandoned airport and removed their helmets for a look around. A massive man approached who looked kind of like one of those rough bikers with a long black beard. He was armed with a large cylindrical rifle tipped with what looked like a ruby.

"I was wondering when I'd be found," Solen spoke in a booming voice.

"Solen Zrix, you are under arrest. And, that weapon is illegal," Kalika spoke authoritatively.

"So you and that hominine are going to try to apprehend me. How cute! Why don't you go fuck something," mocked the suilline. "The hominines are so fun to sully. Their women are so tight. You wouldn't believe how much damage I could do to them by just fucking them."

"This is your last chance, surrender!" she threatened.

Jeffrey ran to hide behind a small dilapidated shack, armed with the alien implosion rifle. Kalika was armed with her laser pistol. The teen watched her take several steps away from the fugitive. The biker aimed his rifle in her direction and fired. Kalika leapt out of the way, barely escaping the blast which struck his motorcycle. The cycle turned orange, then yellow, and then red glowing brightly. It then vanished like it hadn't been occupying that space. The human climbed onto the roof of the shack and aimed the implosion rifle. The suilline threw a grenade in the direction of the shack. The explosion demolished the shack sending the human flying into a heap of timbers. The teen fell into the demolished building, unconscious.

"Now it's just the two of us," Solen chuckled. "It would be a shame to kill you without fucking you."

"You'll never take me alive," she screamed as her legs tensed.

The fugitive fired at her. She hopped about twenty feet into the air flipping backwards and drawing her weapon. In midair facing the suilline she fired, striking his belt. The rabbit had hit the target destroying his infiltration module. She could see his hoglike features including his distinctive snout and black eyes. The leporine fired another shot, but the suilline evaded the ray with surprising deftness considering his bulk. Kalika pulled out a small silver cylinder and pushed the button. A massive net shot out entrapping the rabbit in a net, she had pointed the device towards herself instead of her intended target. She fell to the ground unable to move. Solen laughed heartily.

"Now I can have some fun with you," Solen joyfully spoke.

A helicopter approached, piloted by the agents Jeffrey had met yesterday. The flying copter stirred up massive clouds of dust. The suilline fired his rifle at the approaching humans. Agent 1043 jumped from the copter, but the aircraft and his associates disintegrated. The human landed in a crouch, unharmed with weapon drawn. He fired a dart at the suilline, but it had little effect. Solen fired at the man in gray with his disintegrator. The man leapt aside evading the attack. He fired five darts in succession at the hog striking him with little effect. Solen tried to fire his weapon, but he had used up the available charges. The fugitive dropped the rifle to the ground and pulled out a wicked knife, about fifteen inches long and covered in jagged spikes. The agent pulled out the blue dart cartridge and slipped in a red one. The hog charged him. The agent rolled out of the way while firing a dart. The dart hit the fugitive in the neck. Solen collapsed to the ground clutching his neck. It would have killed a normal human, but merely knocked the hog unconscious.

Jeffrey awoke to find himself a little bruised, but no broken bones. The implosion rifle was badly damaged and inoperable. The teen slid out from beneath the collapsed shack to see the leporine trapped in a net and the suilline unconscious. Agent 1043 stood over the aliens. It was then that he noticed Jeffrey.

"Not bad. You led us to two new specimens," The agent spoke to him. "We could have waited centuries to find them if it wasn't for you." He walked over to the rabbit and stroked her ears. "She is nice. Did you connect with her?"

"You could say that," the teen responded.

"We should recruit you."

"Leave her alone!" Jeffrey shouted.

The agent pulled the poison clip out and slipped in another blue clip. The teen's head was throbbing; he massaged his temples to assuage the pain. It was then that the agony subsided and he glared at the agent in anger. The teen picked up a 2x4 and approached the man in gray. The agent fired at him, but he simply moved the wood in the path of the dart catching the projectile. Somehow he knew where the agent was going to shoot each dart. The agent fired several more darts, but they were all blocked by the board. Jeffrey focused his mind on the agent and 1043 fell into a deep sleep. The teen went over to the ensnared Kalika.

"You look so hot all trussed up like that," Jeffrey kidded. He then helped her out of the net; the ears were the difficult part, for they had gotten wedged in the netting. The leporine regained her footing and dusted herself off.

"How did you do that?" she asked him.

"I don't know."

"You must have had some latent psionic ability. I believe The Travelers are looking for a human that is evolutionally between them and the average hominine. Something I did to you must have freed your mind."

A device at her belt chirped and she brought it to her ears and mouth. It was obviously some kind of communicator.

"How many for teleport?" a voice on her communicator spoke.

"Four, including myself. I have the fugitive Solen Zrix," Kalika responded.

"Impressive! You could probably retire on the bounty for that one," the voice replied animatedly.

A bright blue flash illuminated the area and Jeffrey found himself in a cell protected by a force field. He waited there for several hours before Kalika came to get him.

"Sorry you had to wait so long. I got caught up in telling the story of my visit to Earth with my superiors," she explained regretfully. She then let the teen out. "I forgot to ask you. Would you like to come with me to, Qualey 6, the planet of The Travelers?"

"Definitely, there is nothing for me on Earth. And, more agents are sure to track me down," Jeffrey said.

The leporine deactivated his cell and the teen walked out of the chamber to see that the room had about five cells in it. As he walked by the last cell on the block, he saw Agent 1043 staring at him red with rage.

"Are you ready for the next trip?" the alien asked him.

"Yes," Jeffrey replied.

"Or would you rather visit the sex planet and try mating with another species?"

"Let's go on the trip. I just want to make love with you from now on."

"Aren't you afraid of getting bored with just me?" she asked with a light touch to his cheek.

"I find you very exciting," the teen said with a smile. He embraced the rabbit and gave her a deep kiss. She returned the kiss readily.

Kalika led Jeffrey to a midsized shuttle and they entered. Both of them dressed themselves in new silver jumpsuits. They flew out of the mother ship which was gargantuan. The shuttle flew into another rift. They were destined for the planet of The Travelers, but got unintentionally sidetracked along the way a few times. Eventually, they reached Qualey 6. The Travelers were delighted to obtain Jeffrey's genetic material and it was a step in the salvation of their species. Kalika retired comfortably on the bounty. The human and the rabbit had many adventures together. She eventually convinced him to try another species, but he eagerly went back to her afterwards.

Former Agent 1043 became a janitorial slave on Laxitus. He performed janitorial functions until the clients of the planet became interested in him sexually. He was promoted to sex slave. He served for many years until a tigrine became overly passionate and he bled to death from wounds inflicted by her claws.

Jeffrey's mother realized a few years later that Jeffrey was missing in a rare moment of sobriety, but then opened another bottle of gin.

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Basic idea suggested by Hugh Mane.