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Night mists clung to the mountains like a cloak, sparse clouds drifting lazily over the moon as the stars twinkled in what was an almost completely normal night. Completely normal, save for the shooting star, gathering speed and searing through the atmosphere. Within seconds it struck the ground with an almighty rumble, sending debris, shards of metal and something smaller, furrier, hurtling in all directions. The strange creature, flung from its vessel, nothing more than a somewhat metallic asteroid, at first, appeared that it had not made the landing, but then it stirred, in gasping out in pain before it crawled to the nearest place it could deem as shelter.

Colt, a horse like creature, a Beannach, woke with a start, at first, he could not place what roused him from his deep sleep, it soon dawned on him that the rumble, crash and thump of debris had not just been part of his dreams. The glow of strange, blueish green flames from outside faintly lit his room, a storage attic turned farm hand lodgings. Bolting upright, at first concerned that the building may be a light or somehow worse, the fields, he darted to his small window. Outside was an eerie sight, strange warped metal and rock scattered across the meadow, some parts aflame while others smouldered gently. Squinting a little, he brushed bed tousled mane from his face, a frown crept onto his brow, had he seen something falling into the barn?

His heart raced as he flung open the hatch of his room, leading directly outside to a ladder, he paid no mind to putting further clothing on bar his tatty work coat, belting it around himself. He ignored the ladder runs and instead slid all the way to the floor only slowing himself with his hardy hoof nailed hands. Landing square on his hooves he span and dashed toward the barn. The closer Colt got however, the slower he got, it occurred to him he was unarmed, something strange had clearly fallen from the sky and he was now approaching an unidentified creature. By the time he got to the door, he was almost at a standstill and his heart was pounding in his ears, despite this, he listened. A chill ran up his spine as he heard something let out a soft unearthly cry, followed by the sound of metal clanking to the floor.

Torn between his curiosity, duty to protect the farm and the fear of the unknown that gripped him, he slowly reached out a hand and gently pushed the barn door further open, allowing moonlight to spill into the barn. Blinking desperately, trying to see more in the dark, seeing shadows of things moving but none seeming solid he panted a little, eyes darting left to right. Then, finally, he spotted it, he saw its eyes first, enormous, shining slightly with reflected light. As he stared at it, and it stared at him, it was then that the tang of blood hit, prompting him to look past his own fear to see that the creature was terrified, injured and now trapped.

Colt released his grip on the door and held his large hands up, his expression softening as his spoke to the creature. "It's alright," he said calmly, his voice sounding too loud in the quiet of the night, "I won't hurt you, I can help you." He remained still for a moment and watched what he could see of the creature, it looked as though it relaxed, looking away from him for a moment then relaxing back into the hay. Taking this as acceptance he slowly moved into the barn, reaching for the lamp kept to the left of the door and lighting it with its striker. As the warm lamp light filled the barn he finally set his eyes on the creature properly. It was predominantly black, with a striped underside and ears. An absurdly long tail wound up around the creatures lower body, its upper body clearly identified it as feminine, or, at least what would pass for feminine were it a normal mammal. It had three clawed digits on each hand and each foot, enormously long ears and large, orange horizontal slit eyes.

Moving closer, he spotted the large shard of bloodied metal beside it and the blood dripping between its fingers it had clutched to its thigh. Colt stared wide eyed for a moment before moving to its side, it snarled in warning, showing long, pointed teeth but made no move to stop him as he pulled the belt from his coat letting it fly open. He tore a piece of lining from his coat, folding it into a pad then strapped it to the creatures wound. While he worked, he failed to notice the creatures eyes wander and go wide when drifted between his legs. He looked up when it made a strange purring sound, ready to dive backward and grasp anything to defend himself, but its eyes had a soft look. His mind wheeled for a minute, what did that look mean, was it contemplating him for a meal?

They remained there, still for a moment, both watching each other's every move. Eventually, it was Colt who moved first, he slowly stood, the creature half followed, moving to a crouched position. It was getting tense now, he took a step back, alarm filling his mind as it crept forward to maintain the distance. With a small cry, he whirled about, lunged for the tool rack, and tripped, falling flat on his chest. Wheezing as the air was knocked out of him he scrambled to get up, but it was too late, it was on him. Colt turned over, the creature made no move to stop him, it was crouched over him staring down at him. He panted, caged by its thighs tight on his hips, through his panic, another base instinct kicked into life as the space between their pelvises reduced to nothing. He felt something warm, wet and inviting, despite himself, his breaths began to slow and his muscles relaxed a little. Although he remained on guard, the longer he looked at the creature, the more he realised it had a look of curiosity on its face and it was not poised for combat.

It seemed like hours that they spent there, just looking at each other, Colt finally accepted, that if it was going to kill him, it would have done it already. Somehow the alien seemed to sense his acceptance, it released its grip from him and sat back, allowing him to stand. Cautiously, he got to his feet, half-heartedly attempting to hide what the creature had no doubt already felt growing beneath it. His urges had always been quite strong as it was, let alone when his manhood found itself pressed neatly against the very place it existed to occupy. Grunting slightly he tugged his coat to cover himself, but the creature interrupted, grasping his coat and keeping it open. A long tongue snaked from between its teeth as it licked its lips, part of Colt felt a little bit of fear again, the other part, roused by the devious idea that crept into his mind. It was not every day one came across an interested alien being clearly so keenly staring at his now slightly throbbing member.

Finally, he could not help himself anymore, he let the coat fall from his shoulders and he bared himself for the creature to admire, and admire it did. Shifting to Kneel in front of the horse like man, it gazed up at the Beanachs faintly flexing shaft. He breathed out heavily in anticipation as it moved forward, large blunted claws reached out to grasp his thick cock and gently tilted it downward to its lips. Colt whickered softly as he felt the creatures tongue lap at the still un-flared tip and his short tail flicked up with the intensity of the feeling. Its tongue was long, smooth and had a rounded tip, its thickness seemed not to be fixed as it flattened and slid over his sensitive tip. Groaning as the creature went to work he grasped one of its long, soft ears and gently massaged it as the creature worked. Slowly, it started to part its lips, he flinched at first as he felt his thickness sliding between the long sharp fangs. He soon relaxed as more of that wonderful tongue slid out, winding around his shaft, squeezing, pulling and guiding him into the aliens welcoming maw.

It was not long before that usual, slightly disappointing feeling pressed to the tip of his cock, he sighed a little as he met the back of the creatures mouth, preparing for the usual gagging and gasping of an unprepared partner. Yet, he was not released, there was no gagging, instead, only a squeezing sensation. He gasped as he sunk, inch by inch, deeper than he had ever been taken in before. His shaft flexed at the new sensation, the creatures throat rippling slightly as it swallowed, trying to take still more. Colts grasp on its ear tightened, his other hands fingers tightened on nothing and his knees shook. Slowly but surely, the creature pressed its nose firmly to his pelvis, moaning, he threw his head back a little, he had no idea how it was doing it, and he did not care.

Slowly his shaft was withdrawn, the vine like tongue still coiled about it, the tip slipping beneath his sheath. Eventually, the tip arrived back in the creatures mouth, a slight gush of pre dribbling from its lips until it sunk him deep into its throat again. His muscles spasmed a little at the soft squeeze of his sack and the creature paused to gaze up at him. It looked like it was smiling slightly, or as much as it could with such a full mouth. It firmly took his hands and placed them on either side of its head and squeezed. Colt frowned a little, did it really mean what he thought it was getting at? He experimented a little with a gentle withdraw and thrust, he was rewarded with a cock muffled moan. A smile crept onto his face, this thing was something crazy, or amazing, or both. He thrust again, deeper and faster this time, he felt it swallowing, taking a short breath when he withdrew enough and again, let out a pleasurable groan. Shaking his head slightly in disbelief, he started slowly at first, gently pulling out before sliding himself all the way in. Occasionally pausing to admire the glorious sensation of its throat gripping him, tightening each time it swallowed before he continued.

Slowly but surely, he started increasing the pace. Tip beginning to flare as he pulled its nose against his pelvis. Panting and moaning, he lost himself in the sensation, pre collecting at the edges of its mouth, dripping down its chin and breasts. The alien creature was enjoying every moment, he would not have been able to believe it, had he been able to concentrate for longer than just checking that it was not suffocating. It grasped his thigh and encouraged him to thrust deeper and faster, he complied and was only riled up more by the pleasurable purr that vibrated its throat.

Finally, he could not hold himself together any longer, he attempted to pull back, but the creature held him fast as the first flex of his thick shaft flooded its throat with his cum. Moaning, he rested his hands on its shoulders, legs barely able to keep him stood as he was taken over by the waves of pleasure and submitted to the creatures desire to be orally filled. Its eyes widened and it swallowed, gulping helplessly around his thick shaft, the fully flared tip partially trapping them together until finally, the last throb subsided and he slowly eased himself out followed by a small wave of cum. Colt collapsed in the hay, exhausted and more than a little overwhelmed by the events of the night, he was joined by the now panting creature, it smiled as it caught its breath back, long tongue flicking out to clean its sodden face.

He thought, as he drifted to sleep, maybe the creature would rest for a while, then move on, but he was wrong. For the second time that night, he was abruptly awoken, the creature was sat atop him, staring down at him and squeezing his rapidly hardening shaft between its legs, against its hot, slick opening.

Some part of him wondered if he had got himself into some form of trouble, that perhaps, this creature would not stop until it had finally had its fill with no regard to his well being, the other part, could not have cared less even of that were the case. He smiled a little, and thrust his hips upward, drawing a cry of ecstasy from the aliens lips. It was going to be a long night... not that that was necessarily a bad thing....