Page 63 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

Our alien rescuer wrapped his tentacles around each of us, and I noticed Eric’s eyes go wide, likely as wide as mine were as the Furker lunged into the air, carrying us across the street. As we landed, his tentacles shifted about, as though to soften the impact for us. Like Daddy, I figured it was in his Furker nature to be considerate, and I could see how that would have benefited them as far as finding a mate.

As he jumped once again, I looked back to see Sheila exiting the café. On all fours, she zeroed in on us as we continued ascending with the Furker until, with three of his free tentacles, he seized hold of one of the concrete walls of the parking garage across the street. In a swift move, he catapulted us into the air, carrying us to the open top floor of the garage, landing among the parked cars. His tentacles eased up around us, relaxing at our sides.

“That was cool,” Eric muttered, which was probably the most excited he ever got.

“Okay, guys,” the Furker said. “Quick question: None of you happened to do anything to piss that thing off, right? Please tell me the answer to that is no.” He was fluent in English, like Daddy.

“Of course we didn’t do anything to piss that thing off.” Roger sounded offended. “My friend was just working, and that thing barged in and went feral on him.”

The Furker’s gaze met mine, and I was sure he was picking up something from me. Maybe the way Daddy could as far as reading my stress levels, like an alien lie detector. Or maybe, like Sheila, he could smell Daddy on me. Was it weird that I hoped it was the latter?

“Is that true?” he pressed me. “Was this random?”

“She’s after me. I…um…” For having just met this guy, I didn’t want to spill all my secrets, especially if Daddy wouldn’t want me to. But on the other hand, this guy was keeping us alive, and Daddy had said that was my priority right now.

“So…I kind of know another Furker,” I explained.

“A what?” he asked.

“Oh, that’s—”

“I’m kidding. I assume that was the placeholder he came up with to describe what he was to you. Sounds a little vulgar, but I can roll with it.”

Catching Roger’s eye, I saw confusion and hurt in his expression. I’d spent all that time telling him aliens didn’t exist, and now I was admitting to the contrary. It wasn’t something we could work through now, though, as a sound came from the street just before a car alarm went off.

“Please tell me,” the Furker said, “that the way you know this other Furker is that he’s a friend and that you have no interest in him whatsoever.”

I cringed.

“Kidding again,” he teased. “Yeah, she’s coming for you.”

Roger shook his head, scowling. “Wait, what the hell is going on?”

The Furker glanced between us. “Okay, well, you can call me Kryton, and I’m gonna probably die with you today because you just pissed off one of the fiercest creatures in the universe. So run with me.”

We started off in a sprint, Kryton taking the lead. His tentacles steadily pulled into his back as his body shifted right before us, until we were faced with a glorious back and tight ass.

“Whoa,” Eric observed as Roger said, “The hell?”

Kryton led us to some nearby cars, and as he searched around, his fat cock swung about, which Roger stepped back to avoid getting slapped with.

“This is good enough,” Kryton said, hopping into the bed of a truck, urging us to do the same. As we got in, he peeked over the side.

“I’m sorry, but is there a plan?” Roger asked through his teeth, clearly still trying to manage the pain from his fresh wound.

“Yeah, this is about as far as I got. Unless you have a better idea, cutie.”

Cutie?

“Wait. You can shapeshift, and you don’t have a better plan than being a human?” Eric asked.

A series of car alarms sounded in the parking garage from the floor beneath us.

“You ever heard of a game called hide-and-seek?” Kryton asked.

“We are so fucked,” Roger muttered.

“Don’t worry. If we die today, we die together. Kind of romantic, right?”