Alien Experiments 01 - Uncanny Slit

Which meant the serpentine creature must still be in the room....

I looked downward, and sure enough it was still there. Except now it was lying limply across my body, curled in coils across my lap, stomach, and the table beside me.

What was most concerning was that, while the "head" rested motionlessly on the table, its flaps already looking darker and wilted, its bottom end was still clutching tightly to my cock, which was still hard enough to keep the creature's tail end held aloft over my hips.

Did something go wrong? I wondered. Is this supposed to be the between part? Is someone or something going to come and clean me up, get this thing out of here, seal this pod, and get me ready for the last pod?

Should I pretend I've been knocked out?

I let my eyes drift almost shut, hoping that maybe their observations were not so constant that they would have caught the few moments of my being awake. At the same time, I slowly, carefully moved my wrists.

They were still cuffed to the table.

I was beginning to reassure myself that, even if I couldn't do anything, I could at least learn something about the process, for whatever that might be worth later. I kept my eyes mostly closed and waited, listening for any indication that some laboratory cleanup phase was about to begin.

Instead, my eyes snapped open when I felt the serpent creature shifting on my lap.

What the hell? I wondered, doing my best to turn my eyes downward to see what was happening without fully giving away the possible "secret" of my consciousness. Maybe I'd reached some stage of the experiment where they expected me to be able to go a couple of times in a row - which I definitely believed was possible now, after everything else I'd proven capable of - or maybe there was some other metric they used to judge completion of the experiment that was relative to whatever other creature I was interacting with, and this species hadn't met those criteria yet. Either way, it seemed like I wasn't done with the slender alien that was attached to my cock like a strange hose.

Before long, I began to try and appreciate what was yet undone. My erection seemed to be twitching beneath the sleeve of alien flesh wrapped around it. I could feel the movement, could feel that it came from my muscles rather than the creature stuck on it, but I slowly began to realize that I did not seem to be in control of the movements.

My eyes widened when I heard a small tearing sound. I strained to lean farther forward, trying to get a better sense of what was happening to me. The twitching began to accelerate and grow wilder, the movements anatomically impossible yet occurring frantically as I watched. And how could I be surprised, given everything else I'd seen?

There was a sense of alarm in the air, and I could recognize the mental tones of the Voice emanating through the room. I had been concerned before, but now I was afraid: What was happening that had unsettled the Voice so much that it was interrupting one of the stages of its experiment?

The skin of the creature suddenly split along its length, cracking and crumbling away. I could see then what had been happening, and began to wonder what it meant for the Voice and its plans for further testing.

My penis, just as I had begun to feel in the virtual reality that the alien creature had projected onto me, was not entirely my own anymore. There was more to it now, definitely in terms of its own length and volume, but with even more added on beyond that. There was a glassy surface almost a centimeter thick completely enveloping it, and from that surface extending minute bumps that would occasionally extend out into a thin antenna from which I got strange, confusing bits of information sent through my electrified body and to my brain.

There was nothing warm, nothing fuckable in that room, and the message was clear: Fight, flight to something fuckable, and fuck it at all costs. The thing on me was hungry, and that hunger was transitive.

I began to fight against my bonds, as uselessly at first as had been all of my efforts throughout the entire experience. But after a few seconds of struggle, however, I began to feel my restraints weakening, no longer feeling quite as sturdy as they once had, and I knew as soon as they were off I would follow my guiding senses to whatever hot, wet, tight thing I could find.

The first bond broke on my left ankle, and I could feel the one on my right wrist beginning to give way when I felt a sudden burst of pain in the base of my skull and the familiar blackness of unconsciousness returned.

PHASE SEVEN

It didn't occur to me to check at first, when my eyes drifted slowly open a seventh time. I merely laid there, mentally and physically exhausted, hard as a virgin touching his first clit, shocked and staring into the lights overhead with only the distant hope that what came next would be a dream instead of a new wet nightmare.

It didn't occur to me to check, but after enough time lying there, I went to shift my body slightly and found my limbs loose.

My eyes widened for a shocked second before I sat bolt upright on the same metal table that had been my place for each of my previous waking experiences. The bonds were gone, and so were all but that one last pod now standing above the head of my resting place.

I scanned the room, searching for any other changes, but all I saw was the same inky blackness that formed the walls of my senses.

"Are you there?" I whispered into the nothingness.

There was silence. No sound filled the space, and the mental communications of the Voice made no move to reach out to me.

Something was communicating, however: I looked down at my erection, altered, inhuman, but intimately part of me now, and I felt its call. Felt it doing the equivalent of salivating and understood that it knew something I didn't....

I leapt off the table and turned around, and as surely as my cock had been trying to advise me, the Hostess had suddenly appeared in the doorway of the last pod, leaking that same white fog out into the room.

I thought I had been hard before I saw her, but when my eyes landed on her perfection, that smooth skin, those heavy but perky breasts, lush lips, wide eyes, everything a human - or, as I had come to understand it, any living thing - could possibly want in a woman. The creature with which I was bonded responded even more strongly than I did, the clear layer on my skin stretching toward her, ready for her, ready to take her.

It seemed she could sense this. Whether she was able to see the shifting between my legs or could see the desirous look growing in my eyes, she began to slowly back up into the fog filling the pod. She had one hand raised, a single finger tantalizingly inviting me closer, inviting me to join her, to have her.

I did not hesitate. Clenching my jaw to avoid the manic excited giggling that threatened to break from me, I rounded the metal laboratory table and hurried toward her, hands lifting themselves to reach toward her idealized body, my feet hurrying me to meet her despite some underlying misgivings I had about walking into that pod from which that glowing fog emanated but which itself seemed filled with darkness.

But not just darkness.

It was filled with her.

I jumped in, ready to take her, ready to feel and fill her.

Instead, the darkness took me over once again.

PHASE EIGHT

My senses began to awaken. Sound first, a dull, muffled sound caressing my ears. It sounded like words, but they weren't words I understood. I thought maybe I understood the message, the base meaning of it, but I couldn't be sure.

I began to feel next, warm air slowly circulating comfortably across my skin. I didn't seem to be wearing any clothes, but that didn't matter; the temperature was perfect, and it felt like I was standing in a small, private space. I took a deep breath, feeling the space around me and accepting this small area as my own.

I sniffed, but there was no smell. The air tasted clean on my tongue, sterile but without a hint of sanitized sting.

When I eventually convinced myself to open my eyes after I'd explored as much as I could through my other senses, I found myself looking into a dully glowing white light filling the entirety of my vision. I grimaced and looked around, finding that the light was emanating from the face of a closed glass door, but that the rest of my surroundings appeared to be the relatively dark inside of a metal tank of some sort with few other features of note: a grate in the ceiling, behind which blinked a few red lights; a few dark, round glass lenses set into the corners of the chamber, and a thick, shifting fog gathered up as high as my hips.

While I was still looking around, a faint hissing sound came from the wall in front of me, and when I looked forward again the glass door was suddenly gone, leaving an opening out into a large, dark space beyond.

Despite the comfort I'd felt inside, I quickly stepped out of the tank, a wave of warm fog flowing out behind me. The area I stepped into was vaguely familiar, a stony floor lit from nebulous white light sources above, which were centered over a table that was surrounded by seven metal pods, including the one from which I had just exited.

I took these features in quickly, distantly, with little concern for their meaning, because my eyes were almost immediately focused on the table in the center of the ring of glowing pods. More specifically, I focused on the figure lying there. Distinctly feminine, all supple curves, and covered in a short, dark, fine fur from head to toe but with all the necessary humanoid feminine parts visible beneath it.

She stirred softly on the table, the fur rippling from her toes to her neck, offering a tantalizing tease of the pale skin beneath. She took a deep breath, and then suddenly spun her head to face me.

The furry woman bound to the table looked up at me in surprise, bright green cat eyes widening and nose flaring. After a moment of burning eye contact, she looked down and the shock on her face grew even greater. Her fur bristled slightly, rising faintly across her entire body and briefly blurring my view of the shapes beneath.

I followed her eyes and saw what had drawn her attention: My erection, hard and pointing straight at her, throbbing despite my not having even noticed it until just that moment. Familiar but changed, larger now, longer with that thin veneer still stuck to its surface, and I could feel more through it than I ever could before.

I could feel her heat, I could feel her moisture, I could feel her desire as though her body were whispering these things directly into my enhanced erogenous core.

A shudder ran through me, and I couldn't stop myself from stepping up beside the table. My desire was not entirely my own anymore, but I had no motivation to disagree with the urges that flowed through my every nerve.

I reached up and ran my hand from her shoulder down to one of the four perfect handfuls of breast rising from her chest. What was on her body looked like fur, but running my hand over it felt like running my hand over a woman lying beneath a smooth silk sheet. The woman's nipples were hard within that silky coat, and I squeezed one gently between my fingers, feeling every muscle between my legs tighten at the firm flesh in my hands.

The woman shuddered too, a quiet rumbling sound vibrating her chest, palpable beneath my hand.

I reached between her legs and found a bare, wet spot waiting for my other hand. The vibration in her chest doubled at my new touch. She looked at me, and even on that alien face I could recognize the emotion she turned on me:

Lust.

I smiled. And then, for science, I began to probe her more thoroughly.

Watch for Alien Experiments Book 2 - U.F.O. under the Taboo section and Alien Experiments Book 3 - Chosen under Sci-Fi/Fantasy....