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Misfits

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Adults Only.
rache696@yahoo.com

Note: This story consists of 15 chapters. Please see Chapter 1 for
details.

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The Misfits

Chapter Six


People were talking, but they sounded far away and underwater and I
couldn't understand them. The lights were too bright and I didn't feel
anything anywhere, except my eyes hurt and I had to close them again.
I was in a bed, I thought for no real reason, but I knew I wasn't
standing up.

Someone's finger pulled my left eyelid open and for just a second I
lay in a shadow and I opened my other eye all by myself. The doctor
looked pale blue with oriental eyes, black ones with silvery pupils,
and he had the most luscious pink lips I'd never imagined. I thought
he looked beautiful.

"This is a weird dream," I said, but the tube in my mouth and down my
throat kept the words in my head.

He smiled at me and let go of my eyelid and I fell asleep again. Or at
least I stopped having that particular dream.

When I woke up again I could feel my lips when I licked them and the
lights weren't so bright anymore.

"English?" A woman asked me.

"American," I replied, but my mouth and throat were so dry I doubted
she could hear me.

"Espanola?" she tried and I shook my head.

"I'm American," I repeated as loud as my hoarse voice would allow and
then winced. I'd taken a deep breath and my chest felt like someone
was sticking knives in it.

She lifted a hand and the blue doctor appeared with something like a
ballpoint pen and he waved it around like a magic wand. My chest felt
better immediately. I didn't hurt anywhere, but I couldn't really move
a lot either and he helped straighten my body. The woman, who looked
more like a teenage girl actually, waited patiently.

With her long blonde hair loose around her shoulders and bright blue
eyes, I thought she looked about sixteen. The girl had a mischievous
sort of smile and typical California good looks, like the girl next
door if you happened to live on the beach, you know? There seemed to
be something else about her too, something different that made her
seem more than just pretty. Perhaps the way she stood there in her
scarlet robe looking like a goddess from ancient Greece. Or the light
in her eyes maybe or the tilt of her head. Something wasn't right and
it felt like she knew a secret, that's how it seemed to me.

The doctor said something, but it wasn't in English or Spanish and she
nodded and said something back. Then another girl appeared, looking
amazingly beautiful, except she had blood red eyes and sharp, curving
vampire fangs when she opened her mouth. They whispered for a second
and then looked at me. I thought maybe I was still dreaming, but I
knew I wasn't.

"I'll keep you," the one in scarlet said, giving me a quick smile and
then leaving without another word.

All in all, it had been the strangest thing that had ever happened to
me. So far, I mean, and it wasn't over yet.

The blue doctor fed me, sitting on my bed and spooning some kind of
yogurt stuff into my mouth. The room seemed very strange, now that I'd
woken up more fully and the pain killer magic had worn off a little. I
could look around, but there wasn't anything to see. I mean,
literally; everywhere I looked I saw black as if we were in the middle
of a cave without walls. I couldn't even tell where the light came
from because I couldn't see any ceiling. There was light around the
bed, but nowhere else and it had to be the weirdest hospital in the
world. It didn't even smell like one; in fact, it didn't really smell
like anything.

But mostly I looked at the blue man and I couldn't tell if he was
young or old. He wasn't terribly blue either, but pale blue like snow
is sometimes, and he wore a white tunic with black buttons, and white
pants too. So he sorta looked like a doctor, except for his skin and
black eyes, his pink lips and short, silver hair like his pupils and
fingernails. He had to be an alien.

Except, I wasn't dumb and it seemed kind of obvious, but everybody
knows there aren't any aliens, so...

"Do you speak English?" I asked him and he tilted his head with a
smile, holding the spoon between us.

"Esya sa esya?" he replied and I shrugged, smiling back at him and it
sounds dumb, but just looking at him made my dick hard.

He knew it too, since I lay there completely naked without even a
sheet to cover me. I hadn't really noticed before because the room
felt wonderfully warm without being too warm. The bed was nice and
comfortable, soft and perfectly firm, and I had a handsome alien blue
doctor feeding me sweet yogurt while we smiled at each other. How
could my dick not get hard? That's the question. It embarrassed me all
the same, however, and I felt my face flushing and I wanted to cover
my penis with my hands. That might have been even more humiliating for
some reason, so I tried to ignore it and hoped he didn't think I was a
total idiot.

It would suck meeting a hot alien guy and getting laughed at.

Thank goodness he didn't laugh at all; he just glanced down at my
erection and then fed me another spoonful of yogurt. I guess doctors
see stuff like that all the time and I wondered if he might be gay.
How awesome would that be? Meeting a whole race of handsome gay
aliens? I'd never want to go back home! What if he wasn't a he though?
I licked my lips and narrowed my eyes, causing him to take on a
serious look in return. He could've been a girl alien, I supposed, if
they didn't have any boobs and had sort of handsome, manly faces. The
guy looked mostly human though, just the colors were different, and I
decided he had to be a boy.

That made me smile again and he made a sound like laughter, a soft,
sweet, masculine chuckle that made my dick even harder.

This was so cool.

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"I need to use the bathroom," I said after he'd finished feeding me.
"You know, um...I gotta pee."

He pursed his lips and I looked down at my penis which was still hard,
but I did have to go.

He followed my eyes and nodded, reaching for my dick and I blinked
when he wrapped his fingers around it. They were amazingly soft,
supple and buttery and dry. He squeezed me gently, giving me a curious
look as if asking me if I liked it. I swallowed hard, smiling
helplessly as he started sliding his fist up and down the shaft. I
figured he must have a dick too and maybe masturbation is one of those
universal things, like everybody does it. Even monkeys do it, so why
not aliens?

The only bad thing was that I needed to pee more than I needed to cum,
although that was getting to be sort of debatable. Either way, it
would be hard to cum. I knew that from waking up in the morning
sometimes and jerking off when I really needed the bathroom. It always
feels so good though and this time it felt even better as he set the
bowl and spoon down on the bed without missing a stroke.

His left hand touched my chest very lightly and he had long, delicate
fingers as they slid up to my neck and then my face. He explored me
like a blind person might do it, watching my eyes as his fingers went
over my cheeks and touched my nose. When they circled my mouth and
played with my lips, I caught one and pulled it into my mouth, washing
his finger with my tongue and closing my lips around it. He took that
as an invitation to explore me there as well. The doctor pushed his
finger all the way inside, caressing my cheeks and tickling the roof
of my mouth.

I took his hand in both of mine, curling his other fingers into a fist
with only the long, middle finger still in my mouth. I started pushing
and pulling slowly, sliding his finger between my lips like a cock. I
was giving his hand a blowjob, using my tongue and sucking, swallowing
my spit and hoping he liked it. I thought it seemed kind of sexy and
hoped he'd get the idea. He could take out his penis and I'd suck on
that, as long as it didn't look totally weird or anything. I didn't
think it would since the rest of him looked so normal. He had four
fingers and thumb on each hand, so how different could the rest of him
be?

He didn't take out his dick though, he just leaned over and closed his
lips around my penis and started doing to me whatever I did with his
finger. My dick found itself in the warmest, softest place imaginable.
His tongue fluttered around the head and along the shaft, he'd swish
saliva and precum like mouthwash and then swallow it down. He took
every inch of my dick, which wasn't overly large anyway, but he didn't
seem to mind. He had all of me in his mouth with his lush pink lips
wrapped around the base, and even with the need to pee, I couldn't
hold back my orgasm.

I gasped with a rush of boy cum, whimpering around his finger as I
lifted my butt and fucked his mouth. My ribs hurt again, but I didn't
care. He didn't do anything but swallow the hot semen spurting against
the back of his mouth. It had to be the most awesome cum I'd ever had.
I know they all seem that way, but this time...God! I thought it would
never stop! Like ten or twelve quick shots burst out of my dick and
then they faded to the slower, weaker spasms that lasted another
fifteen or twenty seconds before I was done.

The doctor sat back up, licking his lips and making a face like he was
trying to figure out if he liked the flavor or not. That made me
giggle as I felt kind of drunk just then and he'd pulled his finger
from my mouth already. I wondered if he knew about kissing as I felt
the urge to taste my own semen in his sexy mouth. He looked so
handsome and being blue only made him exotic. The idea that I'd just
had sex with an alien didn't freak me out either, not like it probably
should have. Not like having sex with my mom did. This seemed a lot
less weird than that!

A blue girl appeared a second later, looking like the man except she
definitely had boobs under her white tunic. I blinked quickly and
blushed beneath her smile and realized she must have been watching the
whole time, standing just outside the light and not making a sound.
She carried a metal tray and the doctor put the bowl and spoon on it.

"Yuus esu su ay esya?" she said, or something like that and the doctor
made that wonderful chuckling sound again.

"Esuu ya eysya su ey," he said, except it might have been different
than that.

"Do you speak English?" I asked her, not really wanting to say
anything with my wet dick still kind of hard and drooling semen on my
tummy.

"Yes," she replied and that sounded so much like the other words she'd
spoken that I wondered if yes meant no in alien. That would be
confusing.

"You do? Um...Or not?"

"I am learning," she said and I let out a sigh of relief and forgot
about being embarrassed for the moment.

"I need a bathroom," I said. "Like, uh..."

"You would like to bathe?"

"No..." I cleared my throat. "I want to pee."

"Pee?" She scrunched up her nose and I have to admit that she looked
kind of cute like that and I wondered if she was the doctor's
daughter. That would be really embarrassing after getting a blowjob
from the guy. But probably all blue people look alike anyway, you
know, like Chinese people do.

"Ummm...Urinate?" I tried and she brightened at that and disappeared
into the dark.

"Hey! Wait! Where are you going?" I asked, frowning because I had
about a zillion questions! Like, what was the doctor's name for one,
but a lot of less important ones too.

I got a real surprise when a tube crawled up the bed like a snake and
the doctor only watched as a soft suction cup thing fitted itself over
my dick. As in all by itself and that kinda freaked me out. I got the
idea, but even though it felt kind of nice in a weird way to have the
pee sort of sucked out of my bladder, I really wished the guy hadn't
been watching. Going to the bathroom in front of him seemed sort of
personal, but I felt a lot better afterwards. Then I got embarrassed
again when the nurse returned with a moist towel and started washing
me clean.

"Hey, um...What's his name?" I asked her, and then realized I probably
should have asked her name first, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Esyaseyayas," she replied and I almost laughed.

"What do they call him for short?" I wondered, but she only giggled
and shook her head. So, I asked her something else. "Where am I?"

"Hospital."

"How did I get here?"

"Fly."

That didn't help much and the doctor smiled at me, so I smiled back.

"Where's Marcia?" I asked, but I hate to say I hadn't remembered her
until just then. I felt a momentary pang of guilt, but told myself I'd
been a little busy being confused too.

"Marcia?" The girl scrunched up her nose again and I'd already figured
out what that meant.

"The girl I was with? Is she here?"

"The female," she said with a nod. "Hospital."

"Here?" I looked around, but only saw black.

The doctor said something then, spilling the words like a song as his
lyrical voice rose and fell in pitch. They had a pretty language, I
thought, even if it only had like four or five letters in it. English
sounded very clumsy by comparison, especially when the girl spoke it.

She laughed lightly and gave him what might have been a petulant look,
but he pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

"Esyaseyayas is very..." she had to think for a second "...he is liking
you very much."

"He likes me?" I smiled at her and then at him. "I like him too."

"You will sleep now," she said.

"What? But...I want to talk some more," I protested.

"No," she said. "You will heal first."

"I feel fine though. I'm not even tired."

"You are drugged," she told me as she stood back from the bed and the
doctor stood up as well, touching my face one last time.

"Oh. You mean, you guys aren't really blue?"

The girl didn't answer me, they only left and I had to lay there,
wondering what was going on until I fell asleep. That happened a lot
faster than I expected.

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"Who are you?" I asked before I'd even woken up.

He looked like a regular person, meaning he wasn't blue or green or
anything like that. He wore a royal blue robe and a small smile as he
looked down at me. I thought maybe the alien doctor might be more
handsome, but not by much. This guy was the best looking man I'd ever
seen up close and personal. I'd been dreaming about sex, which might
explain why my thoughts were going in that direction. My dick was hard
too, the way it always seemed to be when I woke up, but I didn't need
a bathroom, thank God.

"Are you an alien too?"

"No," he replied and his voice had a generous warmth. "My name's
Christian. What's yours?"

"Um..." I frowned.

"You can't remember?"

"No. I just..." I shrugged. "I don't really like my name."

"Hmmm..." He swept his fingers through his thick black hair and his
brown eyes were bright and amazing to me. "Maybe we'll think of a new
one for you then."

"My mom might have some issues with that," I told him with a nervous
giggle. "Um, can I have a blanket or something?"

"Are you cold?" His smile faltered with concern and I shook my head
quickly.

"Not really. I'm just sorta naked, you know?" I blushed as his smile
returned.

"I noticed," he said and looked over his shoulder. "Bring his robe,
please."

A girl appeared out of the darkness, dark skinned with a fine,
perfectly formed face. She looked like a doll made of brown porcelain,
with high cheeks and a small, upturned nose above a pouting mouth and
pointy chin. It was hard not to stare at her and I couldn't tell how
old she might be since she didn't have any hair on her head and only
thin, arched eyebrows above her lustrous eyes. She wore a simple
shift, like a cotton slip or something, and her large breasts were
obvious, the nipples protruding against the material and only barely
jiggling as she moved like a dancer, gliding across the floor.

I'd never seen anything like her, but I was sort of getting used to
stuff like that.

"My Lord," she sighed, lowering her bald head and holding an emerald
green robe draped across her arms.

Christian cleared his throat and gave me a sheepish smile as if she'd
embarrassed him somehow.

"I'm still getting used to that," he told me, taking the robe from
her. "Thank you, Srah."

"What's her name?" I asked because it had sounded like Sarah, but not
quite.

"I call her Srah," he said. "Her real name is kind of hard to
pronounce. Can you sit up?"

"Yeah," I replied, pushing myself up. "I feel good."

"Good," Christian said. "Let's get you into this."

"Is she like a slave or something?" I asked, watching as he fixed the
robe around my shoulders. It was more like a silk sheet than a real
robe, like a toga, I guess, and had a jeweled clasp to hold it in
place.

"Only by choice," he said, but I didn't understand that. "You're going
to have a lot of questions, I know. Just keep your eyes and ears open
and things will start to make sense."

"They will?" I smiled at him as Srah produced a pair of shoes, like
slippers really, and they were comfortable.

"Maybe," Christian said with a smile of his own. "You've been here
about a month. Do you remember what happened?"

"A month?" I blinked at him. "We were driving...Where's Marcia?"

"We'll go this way," he said and I walked with him, finding the light
stayed on us constantly as we walked across a room that turned out to
be smaller than I expected.

We left the room through an archway that looked like more empty
darkness until Christian walked right up to it. He didn't even slow
down as the darkness became a doorway and we walked through it, taking
a left down a wide corridor that curved out of sight a few hundred
feet in front and behind us. I had the impression that the corridor
was circular, but it would have had to be a huge circle of it was.

"Are you taking me to Marcia?" I asked. "Is she okay?"

"She'll be fine," Christian said as a couple more of those blue people
walked past us, smiling girls in white uniforms who bowed their heads.

"Be fine?" I turned my head and one of the girls had looked over er
shoulder to smile at me. "What's that mean? She's not fine now? Where
is she?"

"In here," he replied and we'd only walked to the next room. The
archway appeared silently and walking through it we were once more
surrounded by darkness.

The only light shown above the bed where Marcia lay completely naked
but for the tubes and wires and things creeping up the bed and into
her body. I froze for a second, feeling my guts lurch because it
looked so terrible, and then I ran across the room. She wasn't awake
and her skin was discolored with fading bruises and a long, pink scar
running from between her breasts to the top of her tummy. I felt like
crying.

"Is she gonna die?" I asked Christian and he shook his head.

"No," he told me. "That's why they brought her here."

"Who brought her?"

"You drove your car into a space ship and..."

"What spaceship?" I blinked at him. "There wasn't anything there."

"It was there, you just couldn't see it," he explained. "It was a
scout, I think. I don't really know the details, but if they'd brought
her to a regular hospital she would have died."

"We weren't even going that fast though."

"Her ribcage collapsed and splintered," someone said from behind me
and I recognized that sweet, sing-song voice.

I turned around to see the blue doctor and he smiled at the look on my
face, but then lost it as he continued.

"Her lungs were perforated and several fragments of cartilage
punctured her heart. She very nearly died before we could perform the
necessary surgery."

"You fixed it?" I asked, just to make sure. "She's gonna be okay?"

"She's growing a new heart as we speak and we repaired her lungs," he
said. "We're keeping in her comatose until she's strong again, much
like we kept you."

"Me? I was dying?" I pressed a hand to my chest and remembered the
pain in my ribs, but...

"No. Her injuries are largely internal, whereas yours were rather more...
superficial," he explained slowly. "You cracked a few ribs, but that's
all."

"What's superficial mean?"

"They, uh...had to rebuild your face," Christian told me. "You were
pretty banged up."

"I was?" I touched my face and it felt the same as it always had.
"What do I look like?"

A sudden sense of panic filled me, as it would anyone, and I search
his eyes for some sense of revulsion.

"The same as you did before," he said with a reassuring smile. "You're
still very cute."

"Oh." I blinked and blushed and looked down.

"Cute." The doctor nodded his head, offering me that sweet, teasing
laugh of his and I kinda liked this place.

"When, um..." I cleared my throat and tried to calm my happy nerves.
"When will she wake up?"

"She will wake up soon," the doctor said. "Once she's recovered, we
will send her home."

"Home?" I looked at Christian. "You're sending us home?"

"We're sending her home," he said. "We didn't take her prisoner."

"What about me?"

"Well..." He shrugged. "That's a little more complicated."

"Why? You said you're sending her home, but..."

"Let's go have some lunch," he suggested. "You can come back later and...
Is she your sister or...girlfriend?"

"No," I said. "She's just my friend."

"Okay." He nodded. "You'll be able to spend time with your friend
later. Are you hungry?"

"I guess so," I sighed, wishing the guy would just explain what was
going on.

"Still very cute," the doctor said, touching my face again before I
realized it and I let his fingers pull my lips apart.

"I think he likes you," Christian said with a chuckle. "He spent a lot
of time getting you just right."

"You, um...fixed my face?" I asked around his finger, feeling my body
burn as I looked up at him, staring into those strange black eyes with
the silver pupils.

"Yes," he agreed. "So you must smile whenever you see me now."

"I am," I whispered. "I mean, I will...I...Yeah. I'm smiling."

"You can see him later too, if you like," Christian said before
looking at the alien. "Thank you, Doctor."

"My Lord," he replied, removing his hand from my kiss as he offered
Christian a dip of his head.

We left, even though I didn't really want to and I felt a little
guilty about that. I mean, I didn't want to stay because of Marcia,
but because of the doctor.

"Is he, uh...gay?" I asked as Christian and I followed Srah this time.

We left the round corridor for another one, brightly lit with a
glowing ceiling and a lot of people walking in both directions.
Strange people. Alien people. They all looked like people. I mean,
there weren't any really strange creatures running around, mostly the
differences were in their colors or in the way they grew their hair or
didn't.

"The doctor?" He smiled at me. "It's possible, but more than likely he
just finds you interesting."

"He likes me though," I said. "Right?"

"Definitely," Christian agreed. "He comes from a world where the
people kind of specialize in helping others."

"They do?"

"A lot of the servants come from there," he explained. "Most of the
doctors and nurses too. Their medical technology is the best in the
Empire."

"What empire?" I stopped walking and he turned around. "Where are we?"

"We're on a spaceship," he said. "I thought you knew that."

"Where are we going?"

"No place." Christian shrugged. "At least not yet. We're in orbit
around the earth."

The people in the corridors wouldn't exactly stop and stand aside for
us, but they definitely got out of the way. I hadn't figured out how
or why this guy was so important. Like being called Lord all the time
and all the bowing and...I really wanted to ask about that stuff too,
but I didn't want to be rude either. Christian didn't even seem to
notice it really, except for that one moment when Srah had given him
my robe.

"Do they know you're here?" I asked.

"I was born and raised in Los Angeles," he said. "I'm just as human as
you."

"That's not what I mean." I frowned at him, but he wasn't smiling
either. "Does the President know there's aliens here?"

"Everybody knows," Christian said. "Come this way. We can talk while
we eat."

We took an elevator and it went sideways as well as up and down. I
laughed nervously and my mind felt completely overwhelmed. My emotions
too. I didn't know what to feel. Was I supposed to be frightened?
Should I be happy or sad or amazed or what? Mostly I just felt sort
of...numb.

"This is a long elevator ride," I said, just to say something.

"It's a really big ship," he told me with a smile. "Just think of it
like being in a city with one huge building."

"I guess so." I looked at Srah and she lowered her head, but not her
eyes. "Where are you from?"

"I am from here," she replied softly, glancing at Christian.

"No, like...What planet or whatever?"

"Srah was born here," he said. "She's never left the ship."

"Never?" That sounded kind of weird. "How old is she?"

"About sixteen in earth years," the man replied. "We use Imperial time
since all the planets have days and years of different lengths."

"Hmmmm..." I shrugged and I guess that kind of made sense, but I wasn't
a rocket scientist either.

"The gravity's a little different here, but you probably won't
notice," he said. "You're just a little lighter than you would be on
earth."

"Okay." I shook my head and didn't even want to ask why. My brain was
full.

We had lunch in a restaurant. At least, that's what I called it and
one huge wall was a window looking at earth as the ship went around
it. It looked pretty big, even though Christian told me we were about
twenty thousand miles away from it. I could see night falling on
eastern Africa and clouds over Europe. It looked beautiful to me and I
could hardly look at anything else. There were other ships too, a
number of small ones like space shuttles or something, but some
distance away there were larger spacecraft. One of them came kind of
close and it sort of looked like one of those Klingon ships from the
old television show, except it wasn't white and looked a lot more
menacing. It shone like a mirror and I could only see half of it at a
time because in shadow it became totally invisible.

There were a lot of people eating and no menus or anything. Christian
told a waiter what we wanted and the guy brought it a minute later. It
turned out to be a salad of some kind and I didn't recognize any of
the stuff in it, but plants are plants and most of them were green. It
tasted pretty good anyway and the waiter hadn't left us until after
I'd taken a bite and smiled at him. He was another blue alien and I
thought it would suck to be working at a Denny's in space, but
Christian only laughed when I asked him about it.

"Everyone is here because they want to be," he told me. "They can stay
or go as they want and there's probably a waiting list a mile long for
people who want his job."

"Do they get paid?" I wondered.

"Are you interested in economics?" he asked and I thought maybe he
wanted to tease me.

"No," I replied. "I'm just wondering how it works."

"Me too," he agreed. "I've only been here about a week. I asked all
the same questions you're asking."

"Did they explain it?"

"Not really," he said and I laughed.

"This is too weird," I decided. "So, um...What do you do around here?"

"Besides give tours?" He definitely teased me that time and I rolled
my eyes.

"Yeah, besides that."

"Mostly I just hang out," he told me. "I'd like to work in the
Ministry of Information, kinda like radio and television..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "I used to be a producer. Ever see that show Little
Wishes?"

"With the genie guy and the three girls?" I grinned at him. "You made
that show?"

"Uh-huh." He took a bite of his lunch.

"That show sucked!" I said, giggling as he made a face at me.

"Hey! We were number for a couple weeks," he said. "Boys like you
weren't our target audience anyway."

"Boys like me?" I gave him a questioning look.

"Gay young men," he said. "We were aiming for the middle-aged hetero
male angst market. You know, three bikini babes always getting into
hot water and flirting their way out of it."

"Oh." I swallowed hard. "So you know I'm kinda..."

"Queer?" Christian laughed. "Yeah. I think I figured it out."

"Is that okay?" I wondered and just the idea of this guy not liking me
for some reason really hurt.

"You're safe here," he told me gently. "Do they give you a hard time
about it back home?"

"Yeah," I admitted, clearing my throat. "It kind of sucks where I
live."

"A friend of mine had a hard time when he was growing up," Christian
said. "His parents didn't like the idea that he wasn't normal,
whatever that is."

"What did he do?"

"Uh, well..." He sat back and smiled. "He sorta moved in with me."

"Really?" I licked my lips. "So you, um...like boys? I mean, do you like
me?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "I like you a lot."

"Okay." I felt my tummy tingling and my heart went a little too fast.

This guy was handsome, like I said before, and I felt like butter
melting in his warm brown eyes. What would that be like, I wondered,
to meet someone like Christian and get swept away from all the teasing
and the abuse masquerading as love, and the life that I could barely
stand to live. Whoever that other boy had been, I felt really jealous
and hoped he was still back down on earth someplace.

"Is he here?" I asked carefully. "That friend of yours? Or is he
still..."

"He's here," Christian said and I felt my heart sinking. "You'll meet
him, don't worry."

"I don't think I want to," I sighed and he let that go.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You can rest here," Christian told me as we stood inside a large room
that didn't belong in outer space at all.

The floor looked like some kind of pink marble with blue veins and
there were round pillars, a dozen of them equally spaced in a large
circle with arches between them. The archways themselves were covered
with big silk curtains, thin yellow and blue ones that sort of
fluttered in the drafty air. Outside of the circular area, it was
pitch black the way it had been in the hospital and I guess the aliens
didn't like walls or something. It felt like we were standing in some
old temple in the middle of nowhere on a moonless night.

"You're leaving?" I asked, but the girl drew my attention.

"Would you like to take a bath or lie down?" Srah asked me and I
smiled at her.

"Um...Lie down, I guess, but..." There wasn't any furniture at all.
Nothing but the pillars and the curtains.

"Srah will take of you," Christian told me as I stared at a long
narrow bed growing out of the floor. "Just let her know if you need
anything."

"How's it doing that?" I wondered, smiling because it wasn't just
rising up, it was growing and taking shape, becoming solid right in
front of me.

"Beats me," he said with a chuckle and then left.

"Lie down," Srah whispered, putting her hands on my chest and finding
the clasp of my emerald robe.

"Ummm..." I smiled at her, thinking if she had some hair she could have
been on the cover of any magazine she wanted. Heck, even without the
hair she looked amazing and I wasn't even into girls.

"I will lie with you," she promised. "It will be nice."

"But, I'm not...You're really pretty, but..." I wanted to tell her I
wasn't interested in having sex with a chick, but I didn't want to
make her mad either.

"Shhhh..." Srah pushed me onto the bed and it wasn't flat, but curvy so
that my head went up and my butt went down, my knees rising over a
soft hump. There weren't any pillows, but it seemed to move beneath
me, adjusting to make me as comfortable as possible.

"This is a cool bed," I decided with a giggle, covering my flaccid
penis with my hands. "I can just sleep by myself, um..."

She laughed lightly and her eyes seemed to glitter like dark diamonds
as she pushed her shift from her shoulders. It fell down her arms and
off her tits, firm and less round then I might have expected. They
jutted from her slender body like the twin prows of a sailing ship
with her long, pointed nipples piercing the air between us. I saw her
belly so soft and flat, it curved inward slightly and she had a tiny
waist and narrow hips.

"You don't have a belly button," I said dumbly, but that wasn't the
biggest surprise.

When I saw her soft penis I had to smile because it truly was the last
thing in the world I would have expected. It looked just like a normal
person's except it was chocolate brown and uncircumcised. She had a
long, wrinkled foreskin and I wondered what that would be like, but
then I realized Srah didn't have any balls. At least she didn't have
any scrotum or anything that I could see and that seemed weird, but
her dick had already started growing firm and stretching outward as it
got thicker.

She didn't even have to touch it and maybe her cock was wired to her
nipples as Srah played with those instead. She pinched and pulled them
while she watched my face, grabbing her tits with both hands and
squeezing them. I can't say they interested me sexually very much, but
her penis looked beautiful and mine grew erect all by itself too,
although I did reach down and play with it.

"You wanna, um...get on the bed?" I asked and she laughed again.

"Yes," she said and that girl, or boy or whatever...Srah didn't have any
hair anywhere, except her thin eyebrows and I think those were painted
on, like lipstick sorta.

She covered my body with hers and the bed adjusted like a fluid, but
remained firm and soft. Kind of like her, actually. Srah's skin felt
like satin, not just soft, but slinky is a good word, as if she were
made for touching. I couldn't help but smile at the sensation of her
skin under my hands and I let my fingers roam across her shoulders and
down her back, all the way to her sweet, round ass.

Srah only watched my face with a curious smile parting her light brown
lips, moist and faintly wrinkled and glistening. Her cock pressed
against mine and I had to move my hips and enjoy that sensation. It
felt every bit as smooth as the rest of her and I didn't even mind her
tits rubbing against my chest, her stiff nipples scratching sweetly
across my skin with every breath she took.

My dick positively ached with desire and I didn't completely
understand it. I mean, Srah looked like a girl. Even without any hair
and with a cock, she looked, felt, and even smelled like a girl. She
smelled like honey or something. Sweet and natural and making me
hungry just for her. I felt like I'd been drugged, or dreaming
perhaps, or probably both. I had a naked alien guy who looked like a
girl laying on top of me in the middle of an alien spaceship.

And then I kissed her. I had to! It wasn't a choice and when I touched
my lips to hers, she opened like a peach, soft and wet inside, sugary
and soft as her tongue fluttered against mine. I squeezed her butt and
pulled her against me as I hunched my hips, rocking our cocks together
and it felt like we were making love. Srah's fingers played in my
hair, although I had no idea if she thought it was interesting or just
weird. All I knew was that she kept her eyes open while she sighed
into my mouth and I'd never tasted anything so delicious in my life as
her kisses.

"Let me put you inside," she whispered after a long, wonderful while
of making out.

"Okay," I whispered back with a hard swallow.

I'd never fucked another boy before and I wondered what her butt would
feel like. I really hoped I didn't cum too fast. I felt ready to
explode any second and I just knew she would be tight inside, hot and
dry probably and I wished I had some of that lube stuff Marcia had
bought, but...

"What's that?" I asked her.

"Mmmm..." Srah blinked and pressed her lips together, concentrating as
she rubbed the head of my penis against something ultra-soft and
definitely very wet.

"Oh!" I gasped and grinned as she pushed down with her hips. My cock
slid into her body slowly and it felt like a mouth had started sucking
on me.

"My vagina," she breathed, pushing herself up on straight arms for
more leverage as she began grinding on my dick.

I could see her brown cock standing stiffly between us, the foreskin
drawn taut around the pinkish glans as it dripped a golden fluid. Her
precum, if that's what it was, wasn't clear like mine. It looked like
thin honey and when she lifted slightly I could see her long, dark
labia clinging to my dick and then disappearing as she went back down.
Srah had a pussy! Instead of balls, she had a cunt and I was fucking
it!

"Are you a girl or a boy?" I asked her and she tilted her head with a
smile.

"I am me," she said. "You don't like me?"

"No! I mean, yeah!" I giggled, holding her hips and squeezing them. "I
like you a lot, I just...Is everybody like you?"

"My people?" she asked. "Yes. We are all like me."

"Oh." I nodded and she hadn't stopped moving at all.

Her pussy wasn't just tight, hot, and wet either. It squeezed my dick
and pulled, exactly like being jerked off. The muscles seemed to
ripple along the shaft, sucking on my dick and pulling me into her so
that she really didn't need to move at all, but I think she liked it
too much not to. All girls like to ride a hard cock, I'd figured that
out with my mom and Marcia, and Srah was no different. She had her
palms on my chest, sitting erect and sliding up and down while I
bounced my butt off the bed to meet her.

When she came, her cock spurted long, thin streams of that honey
stuff. It landed on my chest and pooled on my tummy and the smell of
it filled my nose. Sugar. That's what it smelled like, raw brown sugar
with a heavy molasses sort of musk. I wondered what it would taste
like, but I was too busy cumming as well. Every time her cock spurted,
and it did a bunch of times, her pussy clamped down on my dick hard!
God!

The mouth of her sex felt almost rigid beneath the skin and it closed
tight around the base of my dick. Like one of those weird cock ring
things, you know, except this was Srah and she pinched my dick and
held my semen back for an agonizing heartbeat and then relaxed again.
The cum seemed to explode out of me. It sort of hurt because I had too
much cum trying to get out all at once. And then her pussy would clamp
down again and hold my orgasm back for another long second. She did
that to me again and again. Fuck! I couldn't stop cumming and her
pussy wouldn't stop doing that squeezing thing.

I came for two minutes probably, I swear. We both did and my balls had
been milked dry. I could feel them hurting at the end, trying to push
out sperm that wasn't there. It was the best, most painful sex in the
world and when it was over I didn't know if I ever wanted to do it
again or not. Srah must have been empty too, but I didn't even know
where her balls were, or if she even had any. My body was covered with
her golden cream and she fell on top of me, kissing my face and
breathing hard.

We were both gasping for air and sweating and my cock had gone soft,
but her pussy didn't push me out. The muscles inside her were still
tight enough to keep me inside, especially that tight ring around the
base of my dick. It had stopped with the weird contractions, but in
the squeeze position, you know? My limp dick plugged her hole and kept
all my semen inside her and I suppose I could have pulled out of her
if I really wanted to, but why would I? Now that I'd finished cumming,
I felt pretty good and we spent a long time just kissing and smiling.

"How come you don't have a belly button?" I wondered, really wanting
to ask why she had a pussy and a dick, but not wanting to be rude.

"I came from an egg," she said, smiling as if I should have known
that. "I'll birth our egg in about three months."

"You'll do what?" I blinked at her.

"Our egg," she repeated. "I'm fertile."

"Ummm..." I still didn't get it.

"When it hatches, we'll have a child."

"We? Like...me and you?"

"Yes." Srah looked into my eyes. "You're not happy?"

"I'm fourteen!"

"I'm sorry." She blinked rapidly. "I thought you wanted to impregnate
me."

"I just..." I shook my head. "My mom's going to kill me!"

"Oh no!" Srah looked ready to cry. "The Duchess won't like that!"

"Who?"

"We have to tell her," Srah said, licking her lips and looking around.
"Ellicent! We can tell her you don't want me. She'll know what to do."

"Want you? What? Who's Ellicent?"

"I'm sorry! I thought you wanted me!" Srah started getting off me and
I winced as I felt my penis being squeezed through the tiny opening
her pussy had become.

"Wait. No, it's okay," I said quickly, wrapping my arms around her.
"Yeah, I wanna have an egg...thing...with you."

"You do?" she asked, almost smiling as I pulled her back down to my
chest.

The discomfort in my dick eased up considerably as the ring slipped
back down to the base. It actually seemed to loosen up a bit and maybe
the sudden tension, the fear or nervousness she'd felt had made her
pussy get tighter, I wasn't sure.

"Yeah," I said. "Um...You're really gonna lay an egg?"

"I'll birth an egg," she said and sometimes Srah didn't understand
everything I said.

"Right. Yeah," I agreed. "Birth an egg and then what?"

"And then it will grow and our baby will hatch about five months
later," she said. "I hope it will have hair."

"That would be cool," I said slowly, wondering how I'd ever explain
this to my mom. "Um...Are you sure you're, uh...pregnant? Don't you have
to take a test or..."

"No! Of course not," she said with a happy laugh, hugging me as I
rubbed her back. "I've been fertile for a long time."

"Oh." I felt kind of scared, you know, nervous and a little freaked
out, but with everything else that had happened...I just didn't want
her freaking out again.

"When Ellicent told me I would belong to a human, I was very excited.
I've never had sex before," Srah confessed with a soft giggle. "I hope
I did it right."

"You didn't?" I smiled and then caught up with the rest of what she'd
said. "You belong to me?"

"Yes," she replied. "That's why I'm here. I'll do whatever you want me
to, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know what to call you," Srah said, smiling up at me.

"Me neither," I replied, wondering if this meant we were married or if
I really owned her. I didn't want to own anyone, but she didn't seem
to mind either.

This place was really weird!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"This looks cozy," the vampire looking woman said, waking us up and I
didn't remember falling asleep. "Jericho...Veils, please."

Srah lifted her head from my shoulder, wincing slightly as a large,
semi-circular portion of black gave way to space. The distant sun
shone brightly and the pillars cast long dark shadows across the
floor, but the silk curtains between offered no resistance at all. I
realized my cock had grown hard inside Srah's sex, but she'd relaxed
and pulled herself off my erection easily. Her limp penis slapped her
thighs as she got off the bed and found our robes.

"My Lady," Srah bowed her head before pulling on her white shift and I
just laid there, not knowing what else to do.

The woman couldn't have been more than twenty-five, I thought, with a
slender, graceful body only partially hidden beneath her golden robes.
I found her beauty rather intimidating. She had high cheeks and a
tapering chin beneath a broad forehead. Her blood red eyes looked
oriental in shape and when she parted her red lips, I could see the
sharp, curving fangs in her mouth. They seemed out of place with her
caramel skin and blonde hair.

"Who's Jericho?" I finally asked, just because the woman stared at me
and she wasn't smiling. I wasn't sure I wanted to ask what her name
might be in case it made her mad.

"I'm Jericho," a man said from behind me and I about jumped off the
bed. He looked tall and angular, with a balding head and a thin smile.

"He's a computer," the woman told me and Srah held up my robe so I
could get dressed. At least my dick had gotten soft again.

"Okay." I nodded as if that made sense, looking down as Srah fixed the
clasp. "Are you the, um...Duchess or..."

"No," she said, smiling at that idea.

"She's Ellicent," Srah whispered. "A Riavean."

"Oh." I had no idea what that meant.

"We'll meet with the Duchess of Cepheus later," Ellicent said. "I
wanted to see you first."

"Great," I said, nodding my head. "I'm, um...here."

"We only have a few humans aboard," she told me. "We're still
preparing for the full assimilation of your world. Are you
frightened?"

"A little," I admitted.

"Of me?" she asked and I smiled nervously.

"Yeah."

"Good," Ellicent said. "You should be. I have one oath and that is to
the service of Talis, by my life or death."

"Talis?" I glanced at Srah.

"The Duchess," she whispered. "That's one of her names."

"It's an oath you'll have to make," Ellicent continued. "She's
selected you to serve her and I'm here to exact your unconditional
loyalty."

"My mom probably wants me to come home, uh..." I swallowed thickly. "I'm
only fourteen. I just had my birthday a couple days ago, well...a couple
weeks ago, I guess, but..."

"Your mother is subject of the Empire now," she said, holding up a
hand. "As are you and everyone else on your planet. You may refuse,
but only because Talis loves you too well."

I didn't understand any of this, but I definitely had the impression
that if I refused whatever it was this Duchess wanted, Ellicent
wouldn't be too happy. She made it sound like nobody should refuse
Talis anything and I didn't get the love part. I didn't even know the
woman!

"So...I can't leave?" I asked. "Is that what you're saying? I'm like a
prisoner here?"

"Do you wish to leave?"

I looked at Srah and her almond eyes met mine. Marcia was still there
too, in the hospital growing a new heart. What did I have to go back
to? My slutty mom wanted to be my teenage cousin. Billy, Mark, and
Dale would use me until they got bored and then dump me until I
crawled back to them. My teacher? Mr. Moore wanted to punish me for
getting dumped by my mom. I didn't even know my dad hardly. Who else
was there?

Then I thought about that blue doctor and Christian, Srah and her egg...
our egg! God! She looked ready to cry if I said I wanted to leave. I
was standing on a space ship talking to a vampire alien about serving
a Duchess who now ruled the earth...Uhhh...It was kind of an easy decision
after I thought about it like that.

"No," I replied. "I want to stay, I think."

"Scan him," Ellicent said as a chair grew out of the floor and she sat
down on it.

"Do what to me?" I asked.

"Everyone is scanned," she said. "It's a precaution."

"Scanned for what?" I turned my head to see an alien and this one
looked like an alien, much more than anyone else I'd seen so far.

It had a bulbous, oblong head like a pale balloon and a long, coiling
body resembling a twenty foot long eel more than a snake. It had no
feet at all and six tentacles for arms. They seemed to undulate as it
drew closer, reaching outward in random directions and finding
nothing, would curl inward. Its eyes were large and round, dominating
it's head and white as snow. They didn't blink nor have any pupils,
and I saw no mouth or ears, not even a nose. It seemed to glide across
the floor and the light of the sun created rainbows behind the
creature and I realized it was surrounded by water, but I couldn't see
any glass or metal or anything.

"Oh man," I whispered, feeling really afraid for the first time since
I'd woken up. "What is that?"

"It won't hurt you," Srah whispered back and her hand had found mine,
giving me a reassuring squeeze. "It can only search your thoughts."

"It's gonna read my mind?"

"It will scan your memories," Ellicent told me. "Don't worry, it can't
hurt you. It can't make you think or do anything, it's only a
scanner."

"Is it gonna hurt?" I asked and she smiled, showing me her fangs.
"Only if you're not the person we all think you are."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-===-=-=-==--=-=

Srah bathed me in a pool of hot water that had grown where the bed had
been and I gave up trying to figure that out. The windows had darkened
as the ship went around the earth and I could see it now, big and blue
in full daylight. The full moon looked only slightly smaller on the
far side of the planet, but it did make a beautiful picture and I
wished my mom could see it. I'd started missing her a lot after being
fully awake for most of a day.

"You're very attractive," Srah told me after drying us both with a
towel that appeared and disappeared like magic.

"How do you do that?" I wondered, watching a table grow and there were
combs and brushes already on it.

"The computer anticipates what we need and provides it," she said. "If
you want something else, you only have to ask."

"Can I have a glass of water?" I asked, just to test it, and nothing
happened. "Maybe it doesn't like me," I said after a moment.

"I like your hair very much," Srah said, pulling a stiff comb through
my black locks and smoothing it with her hand.

I hadn't had a haircut in a long time and it fell onto my shoulders.
She gathered my hair into a short ponytail and used a length of silk
ribbon, emerald green like my robe, to tie it. As she did that another
table grew beside the chair in which I sat and a boy appeared with a
tray, one of the yellow curtains flowing over his head and shoulders
as he walked through it.

He looked about ten years old to me and his skin was so white, he
seemed to glow with a pearly radiance. He had white hair, his eyes
were pale blue and if he'd had wings, I'd have thought him an angel.
The tray held a pitcher of water and two glasses and a bowel of fruit.
Real fruit too, not alien fruit. Peaches, grapes, plums, and some
yellow mangos, except I'd never seen a mango before, so I wasn't too
sure about those. He didn't say anything, but only smiled and dipped
his head, setting the tray down and then walking away again.

"Where's he going?" I wondered and Srah giggled.

"Not far," she said and looked over her shoulder. "He's there,
watching us."

"He is?" I couldn't see anything but the darkness in that direction.

"There are many servants here," she explained. "They're very curious
about you."

"Oh." I tilted my head as Srah dipped her delicate fingers into a
crystal bowl, wetting them in some liquid. She stroked my skin, just
beneath my ears, and a faint, flowery scent tickled my nose. I hadn't
smelled anything but the soap from our bath until she'd touched me.

"The Duchess calls him Gabriel," she said. "Do you like him?"

"Uh...He's just a kid."

"No. He's very old," Srah told me with a smile. "He's been with Talis
for more than a hundred years."

"Really?" I smiled doubtfully, but she didn't look like she was
teasing me.

"You'll need a name soon," she said, reaching for the pitcher and
pouring me a glass of water.

"I don't even know what I'm doing here," I sighed, taking the glass
and sipping from it. The water was cold and tasted almost like
strawberries, but so weakly I might have imagined it.

"You're here because I wish to have a human in my court," a young
woman's voice floated through the curtains. "Someone young,
intelligent, and attractive. Loyal to my person and the Empire;
someone who does not remember the suffering I have brought his
people."

The blonde girl I'd seen before walked between the columns, dressed in
her scarlet robes and offering me a thin smile.

"I believe that someone to be you."

"The Duchess of Cepheus and the Protectorate of the Spinward March,"
Ellicent said, following close behind with Christian.

"Mistress," Srah said quickly, dropping to one knee and I stood up
from the chair and decided I should probably kneel too.

"You may call me Talis," she said to me, reaching out to caress Srah's
face and lift her chin.

The brown girl rose and left the room, as I'd come to think of the
circular area bounded by the columns.

"Stand up," Talis said, touching my cheek as well. "What do they call
you where you come from?"

"My name's..."

"No." She touched her fingers to my lips. "What do they call you?"

"Faggot mostly," I replied reluctantly, unable to give her blue eyes
anything but the truth. "Or other things...sometimes."

"I know," she whispered, surprising me as she pulled me into a hug.
"That was my name too, and worse. Much, much worse. But I'm Talis now
and you'll be my Orion, lover of the dawn and a great hunter of the
Pleiades..."

"I don't understand," I said, pressing my cheek against her breasts
and feeling her hands on my back. I wrapped my arms around her waist
while Ellicent watched and Christian smiled.

"...My knight in shining armor," Talis breathed into my ear. "All I ask
is that you always love me as we will love you."

"Mistress," I promised, only that one word which bound me forever
after to her cause.




end 06

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