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Fur-sty Planet: First Contact

Xenobiologist Dr. Francis Allman's fur stood on end as he placed his boots on Bismuth for the first time. Between the distance the middle-aged husky had traveled and the achievements in physics and astrophysics that had brought him to this greenhouse planet--the sense of wonder was almost too much to bear. Lab Technician Holden Crawford, a lanky borzoi, felt the same way. He stared up at the thick canopy of green foliage, which kept the forest floor covered in cool shadow.

"Man, it looks almost identical to the place my parents used to vacation in the Smokies back on Earth. Where do we even start?" Holden muttered.

"You can start by walking," growled Harris, the NATO Aeronautics Trooper

who was sent to act as their guard. The hulking grizzly had pulled this dangerous and dirty detail by virtue of his recent reprimand for piloting a patrol craft under the influence, and he damn well wanted everyone to know how he felt about it. His enhanced physiology bulged beneath a standard field uniform--form-fitting and lightly armored (too lightly, in Harris' opinion). A NATO X98 combat rifle jostled in his restless hands.

Allman didn't want to inflate the grunt's ego any more than NATO propaganda and steroids already had, but the man was right. There was no time to play tourist.

"Come on, Holden," Allman said. "We need some compelling samples, and we need them fast. Plus, I'll be goddamned if I'm walking around this place after nightfall."

"Alright, alright. Let's go scrape some moss," Holden grumbled.

The woodlands of Earth, or what remained of them, had been Dr. Allman's sanctuary. And though he was among the first Earthlings to set foot on the planet Bismuth, the alien forest spoke to him as though he were still on his homeworld. The earthy scent of loam dominated his nostrils, occasionally interrupted by a whiff of sweetness from flowers sprouting from nearby vines. His ears swiveled as they picked out the gentle applause of broad leaves being stirred by the wind, as well as the whispering of a nearby creek.

But there was something else.

Allman stopped in mid-stride like a startled deer. Sensing a disturbance in the monotony of their hike, the other two males stopped to stare at the xenobiologist, whose brow was creased in concentration. Harris lifted his rifle just a bit.

"What? You gotta take a leak or something?" Harris whispered harshly.

Allman grimaced and pressed a silencing finger against his muzzle before pointing toward the direction of the babbling water, where something was still crunching through the gravel and sediment in the creek bed. Harris heard it too, his muzzle turning to a scowl. He gestured for the scientists to stay low and approach with caution.

It was a stroke of luck that the creek was surrounded by long strands of sharp, waxy grass--perfect for concealing a group of onlookers. Or predators Allman thought morosely. As they peered through, the creature was revealed.

The thing was not unlike a mule deer, though with a bulkier frame and an elongated, aardvark-like skull filled with flat teeth designed for crushing plant matter. Its clumpy, disheveled amber fur appeared to be molting to accommodate the warming weather found in this temperate region of Bismuth.

"An herbivore, thank goodness," Allman whispered. "It'll probably spook if it detects us, though. See if you can't get some footage, Holden. Quietly."

Holden, exuberant as always, was already gleefully filming the creature with his small RuggedCam 4.0.

"Looks like good eating," Harris observed, rasping a glove against the underside of his muzzle. He would never admit it, but this was the first complex alien life form he'd ever seen in person, and he felt pretty damn giddy about it.

Lifting its muzzle from the stream for a second, water dripping from the long fur on its chin, the animal began to urinate into the water below. The creature's club-like penis descended as the flow strengthened.

"What are you waiting for, Einstein? Go get a flavor analysis!" Harris jeered, shoving an elbow into Holden's ribs.

Holden growled and balled his fists."I got a sample for you right---Oh shit!" Holden whipped the camera to the left, pointing it downstream. Fifteen yards away and closing, a muscular ribbon of black-scaled flesh raced upstream towards the beast.

Allman felt lightheaded. Whispering as loud as he dared, "Predation on our first outing. Fucking jackpot!" But he couldn't help but wonder just what this serpent would do to feed on an animal of the Deervark's size. It was doubtful that an adult anaconda would even attempt to ingest something that bulky, and this thing appeared to be far smaller.

"Just like the Uncovery Channel! Lookit him go!" Harris rasped, his finger sneaking its way into the trigger guard of his rifle.

The predator's head reared briefly, gaping and hungry. Its mouth was like a lamprey eel, though it had only one visible row of teeth which seemed too small and blunt to do much damage to its current prey. Beyond the thick lips and teeth was a muscular throat that shimmered with mucus.

"How the hell does it plan to eat something that big?" Holden muttered.

The agile head of the eel darted between the rear legs of the creature and locked its lips around the dangling penis.

The Deervark lurched forward in alarm, but it didn't get far before its gait grew slow and labored. With undulating, grasping movements, the eel began to pull more and more of the captured penis into its long body.

"Oh my fuck," Harris gasped. "Depending on what that snake thing does next, this is either the best planet or the worst."

Holden continued filming, his cheeks blushing hotly at the lewd display. It's a goddamn good thing I wore loose pants today, he mused.

The Deervark was now completely still, though its frightened eyes betrayed its desire to keep running. The penis buried in the eel's rolling throat appeared to be fully hard now, and its thick lips were now on the base--where it appeared to gently chew.

Allman was so engrossed in the bizarre scene playing out in front of him that he nearly failed to notice the smaller eels sliding upstream. "Heads up, guys. There's more inbound."

"Sure enough," Harris sighed. "Hope that thing's got more than one dick."

The smaller eels slid around their larger compatriot without appearing to bother it. One seized a testicle in its lips momentarily before dropping off, clearly not interested. The serpents were smart enough to know that what they were after was in the general area, but not that their prey was already engaged--like a gaggle of calves all vying for a single teat. The Deervark's nethers were swarmed by questing O-shaped mouths searching in vain.

*Ding Ding* "Low battery!"

Harris and Allman spun towards Holden, their jaws hanging open. The junior researcher didn't notice, as he was too busy trying to claw open the battery door on his camera.

*Ding Ding* "Low battery!"

"You didn't charge it? You didn't SILENCE IT?" Allman hissed.

*Ding Ding* "Low battery!"

"Look, sorry! These fucking consumer cameras are made for hoverboard trick videos and bachelor parties, not this!" Holden gasped. At last, the Lithi-o battery tumbled to the dirt. "I don't think they heard--"

That was as far as he got before one of the eels sprung through the foliage and plowed into Holden, sending him sprawling through the mud.

"Aw, fuck this!" Harris shouted, grabbing Allman's arm and pulling him into an instant sprint toward the extraction point. Holden's shouts faded with eerie speed as the bear steamrolled his way through the foliage with the panting doctor struggling to keep up.

"Immediate extraction requested! Harris and Doc Allman only!" Harris shouted into his wrist communicator.

"Fuck that!" Allman barked. "We've got to go back for him!" He could already feel the static tingle of the tractor beam preparing to yank them skyward.

"He's contaminated for sure! He knew the protocol when he signed up!" Harris roared as the beam intensified.

There was no time to respond. Doctor Allman was rudely torn from the ground and through the waxy canopy leaves. Higher and higher, into the bowels of the Starship Darwin.

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Holden thrashed and grabbed at the things that slid through his fists with greasy ease. Something hot seized his thumb and locked its lips on the bottom joint. The teeth behind the lips were stubby and dull, except for one tiny fang that slipped into the webbing between his fingers. Holden felt an amazing tingling warmth spread instantly through him.

"Goddamnit, Harris...God, you bastard," Holden moaned.

The eel on his hand dropped off his hand and slid swiftly up his arm and through the fluffy fur on his chest. Two others had mounted his thighs and were much closer to their goal. Their gaping mouths pressed against the bulge in his Enviromesh trousers. The fabric barrier between their mouths and their food puzzled them.

As the warmth blossomed upward from his bitten hand towards his head, Holden's frantic thoughts began to calm and shift focus. He gazed into the wet, grasping mouths of the alien creatures and considered what it might be like if he just undid his pants. Only the pants for now, nothing else. It was a worthy scientific endeavor, wasn't it?

Holden reached down to his fly and opened it as the eels bumped into and gently mouthed his knuckles. He shifted the V of his open fly below the bulge in his underwear and watched the creatures react with a dazed smile. The warmth of their maws could be felt now as they worked over his barely shielded sheath. One seized the end of it and pulled it in as far as the garment would allow.

What if he did it? What if he took that final step? Holden grinned. His head thrummed like it had the first time he'd smoked pot behind his high school, only it wasn't just his head buzzing this time.

"I'll help you. Be gentle, okay?" Holden slurred.

This time the eels left his hands alone, their prize very close and getting closer. The instant the waistband cleared the end of his sheath, the closest eel dove and grabbed his tip–which was rapidly emerging from its hiding place thanks to the influence of the venom.

"Ah, fuck!" Holden groaned as the strong lips pulled tight just below the tapered end of his cock. Gentle pressure from the stubby teeth pressed into the sensitive flesh, making it clear that he wouldn't be able to pull the thing off. Holden arched his back and groaned as a tiny fang quickly poked his throbbing organ before retracting. And then it began to chew, slowly working its way down Holden's growing length until most of the earth-dweller's penis was submerged in a grooved, muscular throat filled with hot mucus.

Holden's limbs felt like they were encased in lead. His swollen prick felt heavier and larger than he had ever thought possible. As he strained to lift his throbbing skull from the mossy ground, he could see his cock bulging through the creature's body. Rings of muscle rippled and pressed in on his tingling malehood in coordinated waves. Its lips were now pressed against the beginning of his knot, and were slowly spreading outward over it. Holden moaned, his head falling back against the ground. His aching neck strongly suggested that he wouldn't be able to hold his head up to watch the creature do whatever it was going to do to his sex. However, the feeling of slimy warmth sliding across the swollen base of his organ told him everything he needed to know.

Christ, this is overwhelming! The Borzoi's fevered brain croaked. Holden's cock, his most precious organ, was in the wet, clutching throat of a creature that no earthling had encountered before now. He couldn't move. He couldn't see anything except the forest canopy above. Fear and insane lust swirled into an emotional monsoon that made rational thought impossible. Holden was strapped in for a ride into the unknown, and his poor penis was in the middle of it all.

The eel creature knew a cock when it encountered one, but this was new. Strange, but delicious. Its sensory organs were going mad, pulling the pheromones from the sweat on Holden's testicles in with deep drags. The creature's tongue was long and thin. It remained dormant as its new prey slid inside the esophagus, lying flat as the canine penis slid along its length. Once the organ was enveloped fully, the tongue began probing; tasting this odd delicacy. It retracted, sliding against the veiny length of Holden's shaft until it reached the tip. The tang of urine and pre-cum against its taste buds told the eel all that it needed to know.

Holden's mind, even through the gauzy envenomed haze, deduced what was most likely about to happen. His thoughts went back to the terrible ordeal he had once experienced after a car accident as a teenager--where a doctor had inserted a catheter rather harshly.

"Please...no..." he rasped.

The eel's tongue swept a serpentine pattern across the tip of the borzoi's member before finding its target. Seating itself at the source of the canine's delicious fluids, it darted in deep.

"No!" Holden screamed as loud as he was able. "Jesus that hurts!"

Sensing that it had gone too far, the slender tongue retreated. Its tapered tip now merely dipped a centimeter or so into Holden's urethra, scooping out what was there with quick flicks. Inflicting pain wasn't this creature's goal.

The eel's throat was lined with muscular ridges that it now squeezed tight around its prey. It began to undulate, sliding the grasping rings up and down Holden's penis. One particularly zealous ring bounced up and down the pointed tip, causing it to deform and squish as the beast tested the limits of its odd prey. Ecstasy and pain blurred into one indescribable sensation as the eel bullied his cock towards a massive climax.

Holden was beyond words. A keening wail surged past his open, panting muzzle as he ejaculated what felt like gallons into his captor. Sensing that its food had at last arrived, the creature's innards kneaded Holden's knot as if it believed that was where the fluid was coming from. The canine semen vanished down the alien's gullet to whatever digestive tract the thing possessed.

As Holden's body spasms tapered off, the eel creature sensed that there was nothing more to be gained from its prey. It released the slime-coated organ from its maw by using its throat muscles to pull away, plopped down between Holden's thighs, and began its sluggish retreat to a cool place where it could rest and digest.

The male groaned and shifted his hand down towards his violated member. Feeling and movement began returned to his limbs little by little as the short-acting venom lost its potency. Another, far smaller, eel had seized the tip of his drooling cock, but its size prevented it from swallowing much more than that. Holden swatted at the hungry animals huddled around his penis and testicles, sending them sliding away in terror. He groaned as he pushed at the ambitious little bastard trying to milk him. It tried its best to hold on with its minuscule teeth and even tried to jab at his dick with its (thankfully blunt) fang, but its efforts were in vain. With a pop, the thing released the canine's exhausted prong. Holden chucked the thing into the woods as hard as he could, which wasn't terribly impressive given his current state.

"So what now, Holden?" the groggy borzoi rasped as he began to crawl in the direction his comrades had escaped to. "What're you going to tell the guys back on the ship?"

It's not like he could pretend that nothing had happened, and he was potentially infected with God only knew what--never mind the long-term effects of whatever toxin he'd been hit with.

No, Holden decided. I'll tell them everything. I can't let more researchers get caught...caught with their pants down.

Despite everything, Holden began to chuckle at his own little joke as he steadied himself against the gnarled bark of a Bismuthian tree.

Maybe they'll even award me for my dedication to xeno-behavioral study, he mused. Maybe they'll send me back down here for further...study.

The thought should have horrified him. But just considering a return visit gave him a thrill in the darkest, most secret reaches of his mind. Holden resumed staggering through the forest, his swollen penis flapping plaintively from its sheath.