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Gruff is very, uh, direct in his sexual predictions. His words seem arrogant, but I am sure they are in keeping with his experiences as, what did he call himself, the local buck? Yes.
It is hard to think while I am around him. I am having to actively work through a sexual haze. There’s a throbbing between my thighs and a certain wetness that usually only happens when I am really, really into sex. I’ve never met anyone who could make me wet just with his presence.
He’s dangerous, alright. He’s dangerous to my sanity, to my independence, and to my mission. I need to get away from him while I still can, before I am lured into some ill-advised sexual tryst.
“I. Uh. I have to go,” I tell him.
I turn and I run, half expecting him to chase after me, but he lets me escape his presence. Strumpet follows me, showing rare loyalty. She’s in very fine form, bleating and shouting her sexual conquest to the world. I, on the other hand, am desperately gulping in fresh air, clearing my head, forcing it through my body.
By the time we reach the dome, I feel sane again. I’m no longer consumed by lust and that means I can think straight.
“There’s at least one other sentient being on this world,” I tell Strumpet, thinking out loud. “And he’s hot.”
Okay, maybe the pheromones or whatever it is he dosed me with aren’t completely out of my system. Every time I think about him I feel a fresh rush of excitement. He was very, very handsome. And very wild. His horns make me think he’s native to this planet, and that the goat was his. That means this is a planet with a species very similar to our own, and with very similar livestock. It’s supposed to be uninhabited. What. The Actual Fuck. Is Going On.
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Night comes before I can answer that question to any extent. It has been a very fucking long day, going to find Strumpet and then leading her back. Goats don’t always follow nicely, at least, this one doesn’t. Strumpet will quite often simply stop mid-step and start destroying something with her goat face. That happens enough times to make sure it is almost completely dark by the time we reach home.
The nights are very long here, and I never manage to sleep all the way through them. I’m used to being up in the darkness, and often I go out for moonlit strolls, but tonight I stay indoors. I wonder if Gruff followed me. I wonder if he knows where I am. He said this area was his territory. Have I been in it all this time? That’s not all he said, either. He said soon I’d come into heat and then I’d go to him to be bred.
Those words keep running through my mind and send my hand down the front of my pants. I’d be lying to myself if I pretended that I’m not aroused by what happened out there and that I’m not excited by the prospect of an alien mate. It’s against all EET rules, but then again, my mission was supposed to be to an empty planet. How is he here? And why does he want me?
My fingers find the part of me that gives me the most pleasure. I close my eyes and imagine that he is there with me, inside my dome, standing over me. I try to conjure that alluring scent and find that my mind isn’t quite able to replicate it. I am wet. A kind of wet I haven’t been in a long time. It is a chemical slickness that makes me wonder if he didn’t slip me something more than a universal translator.
His enigmatic eyes bore into mine even in my imagination. I slide my fingers around my clit and imagine what it would be like to be touched by an alien, let alone bred by one. He is so much larger than I am, and I have to wonder if his penis would be compatible with me. Would he be too big? Would he be careful? Would he be gentle? I don’t think so. I think he would mount me and mate me as effectively as his buck mounted my not-so-innocent Strumpet. I think he would breed me, and given I have no birth control left, the implications of that are somewhat monstrous.
I imagine what it would be like to be bred by an alien, to have my pussy lips parted, my flesh impaled by an alien’s cock. I imagine those strange and compelling eyes locked on mine, his mouth locked against my lips, his flesh invading mine and imposing his alien DNA on my heated human flesh.
The door to the dome is slightly ajar. I leave it that way so I can breathe fresh air overnight. It is nice, and now that air comes and swirls around me, picking up the scent of my eager sex, no doubt. I can smell myself as I push two fingers deep into my pussy. They’re not enough. I need something thicker, something bigger, something darker and with a more primal intent.
I want to come. I want to get this energy out of me and clear my head. What I am thinking about is wrong, I know that. I was not sent to this planet to be fucked by aliens. I was not anticipating having sex for a very long time, five years at least. I am shocked at the intensity of my need and the way I responded to the alien buck’s comments. It was as though he could see through to the sexual core of me and knew exactly what I would desire.
I can hear myself, the wet sounds of my pleasure accompanying very naughty thoughts, bordering on sinful. Images of muscles and horns, silken hair and intense eyes keep flashing through my mind. I’m going to come. I’m going to find a quiet, private peak and I’m going to get over this.
My fingers rub desperately at the bud between my thighs, tight little circles, lots of pressure, pushing me toward my desperate climax. My orgasm is quiet and muted, and not as satisfying as I had hoped. I thought it might rid me of the madness of my desire, but if anything it has only intensified it. I fall asleep with my hand between my thighs, unsatisfied, but exhausted.
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Iwake up to the sound of someone, or something banging on my door. My first thought is for Strumpet, but when I open my eyes, she is in her indoor pen. She lets out a soft bleat, a sort of inconvenienced sound.
I can see the outline of a horned male through the dome’s relatively thin skin. It doesn’t do much to keep the light out right now in the mode it is running in, but it is surprisingly strong.
“Gruff?” I say his name almost under my breath.
I don’t think it is Gruff. He said I would go to him. He did not say he would lurk outside my dome. I don’t know him at all, of course, but it makes no sense for it to be him, though I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to a little pulse of excitement between my thighs.
I peer out of the door and discover that the male outside is not Gruff. He’s an entirely different buck. He has long black hair, and his pelt is brown and white in a sort of menacing stripe pattern.
The sounds he is making are pure animal, grunting and growling. He paws at the ground with his front foot hoof when he spies me, lifts his big hand, and crooks his finger at me, calling me out.
“Come here, little human cunt,” he growls.
He clearly doesn’t know I can understand him. Or maybe he does, and he has cosmically bad game.
“I can smell your heat. I’ll tear you up,” he growls beneath his breath. He’s at the very edge of the dome now, pressed up so close to the vents that I can smell him. Bits of hair and fur are being pressed through them as he rubs himself up against the dome, half planning to fuck that if he can’t fuck me, I guess.
His threats are crude, rough, and dangerous. It’s not like when I met the other alien buck, Gruff. Gruff was attractive, so much so that I felt my self-restraint sliding away every second I was in his presence. I don’t feel that with this buck, who also has a strong scent, but not one that attracts me. This guy just plain stinks. The smell emanating from him terrifies and repulses me. It’s like warning in the form of smell, not so much disgusting as it is scary.
