Page 9 of Stripped By the Alien

“Remove both,” I order.

She makes four quick cuts and lifts the slivers of fabric off.

“No shield?” I marvel. “Not even there?”

“There’s a thin covering of fine fur,” Sris reports. “That’s all. Sir, I recommend starting the healing procedure now.”

“I hope it works,” I state as I prepare my mandibles and jaw. “I’d hate to see such a brave and skilled pilot succumb to that minefield.”

Sris crawls out of the way. “Quite so, sir. It would be a pity, indeed.”

I bend down and examine the interface. Yes, very female, and highly compatible.

The heat from the alien’s midsection carries a faint scent that’s not as alien as I would have expected.

I bend further down and start the healing process.

3

- Nora -

The darkness takes on a brighter shade.

I want to stop that. Because this is fine. This feels incredible. I don’t want to leave.

“Oh yeah…”

Wonderful little arrows of pleasure are shooting all over my body and all I know is rising warmth and the deepest bliss.

And I can tell I needed it. It was so cold just before, a coldness that went into my bones. But now…

“Ooooh,” I exclaim as another wave of pleasure rolls through me. Whatever this is, I want more of it.

Is it me? Am I doing this? I slowly flex my fingers. No, they weren’t moving before.

There are strange sounds and the movements stop.

“Nooo,” I whine, “keep going…”

The movements start again and the bliss increases. “Yesssss…”

And I don’t want it to stop again, so I move my hands right to my middle, where all the action is.

They hit something there. Something hard and warm. A head?

Is it… someone?

“Ohhh…” I moan as another wave of pleasure comes rolling.

My lips are dry. And why is my pilot’s seat this hard? This light is weird.

Where am I, anyway?

I open my eyes, then close them again. The light is too bright.

Must be Scout Station Six. I’m back from the mission and enjoying some free time. Some very enjoyable free time.

The sensations stop and when I check, there’s nothing down there except me.