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Author's Note- This is a very old pair of short stories revolving around an alien character I created and did some world building for. I decided to unearth them and do some clean up since I hadn't done that at all with the originals. These were several years old. The character Ashla is what I call an Eldoran, which is the same species of alien featured in another story I posted in the 2021 titled 'An Alien Wife'. The Eldoran woman in that story is not the same as the one featured here. An Alien Wife follows the life of Caela Ren. Ashla, is a totally different woman and is actually the character featured in the two pieces of art I posted in 2021 to go along with An Alien Wife.

Additionally, to add a bit of context that is otherwise missing, Ashla in both of these short stories is text messaging a coworker of hers, but she is not using a traditional cellphone. Eldorans can communicate with weak electrical signals, so modern/future Eldorans where small 'iPod nano' sized device strapped to their arms. All an Eldoran has to do is think and they can manipulate the device to perform tasks, like sending and receiving text messages. Ashla can 'read' an incoming text message in a similar way that a blind person reads braille. She can feel it on her arm, and she can understand the signal. Further, there's a lot of world building here that might not make sense, but it's too much to explain. There isn't much to these stories, but it's smut so maybe someone will appreciate them.

You might also find that Ashla talks funny, or a bit sterile. The reason is that she is not a fully integrated person into the new society she's living in. She's an alien having immigrated to a mostly human colony.

Also, Ashla and her coworker Paz work as bouncers on a large mining colony.

End of Author's Note.

It felt wrong. The blunt plastic head pressed against her butt could do nothing more. She had asked Paz for advice, but he resisted. She expected more ready assistance from him, but he appeared to be made uncomfortable by the subject. Now she knew how to make him uneasy if she ever had the need. Despite his reluctance, he gave her basic details on cleansing herself and preparing herself for insertion. The former was simple hygiene, and the latter was handled by only using her toy as she traditionally did to ease herself onto it. With her toy made slick with her natural lubricant she was now trying to lodge it inside her rectum as the humans all seemed to do with pleasure and ease.

She had felt it would be a grand challenge to do something that Paz himself considered impossible. She was not sure why he would say that as she can handily accommodate her toy in her vaginal canal all the way down to its base, and he clearly knew this. Her knowledge of anatomy told her that she had ample room elsewhere to fit the entire length inside and still possess cavity to spare. This, however, was not helping the head of her toy to penetrate her stubborn anus.

Kneeling in a small puddle of her juices she had both hands holding the toy as she steadied it upright and against her entrance. It was wildly foreign to have something press against her there and it was almost an alarming sensation every time she attempted to settle herself lower to force the entry. She couldn't keep her vagina from twitching in reflex at the amount of stimulation she was giving herself with her fingers to keep the toy supplied with lubricant.

"It won't go in." she sent Paz a message in frustration. She did not like this failure. If humans could do it with less, she should be capable of doing it with more. Her vagina had given her little trouble in this.

"What?" he replied a minute or so later. She was still balancing on the toy's tip and had a hand reaching behind her back to keep her fingers cradled around the blunt object's tip to hold it in place. Her other hand was probing inside her vagina. At least that orifice was cooperating as it drooled her fluids as copiously as it ever did. Her body was still built like a lowly breeder, even right down to how sloppy her vagina would become during intercourse, but now that she had come to take advantage of the human perversion of sex toys, she very much appreciated the copious physical feature she was given.

"I cannot fit the toy inside me." he did not immediately respond. She sat up off the toy and it swayed underneath her until it fell still. Her fingers traced around her entrance and founded it almost rubbed dry. There was scarcely any lubrication left after all her grinding against the head. She lubricated it more heavily with both hands until it no doubt was dripping as much as her vagina was. In a moment of daring, she penetrated herself with a finger and found it as strange as she expected it to be. It was a sensation that did not make sense but was not overtly unpleasant. Simply a feeling of strangeness bordering on the incorrect.

"You're seriously sending me a message while you try to do that?" he replied. She slipped her finger back out of herself from its knuckle deep position and put the toy back into its place. The head felt more comfortable where it rested now, and the pressure slowly returned as she eased more of her weight down onto the toy. As relaxed as she tried to keep herself there was always an urge to clinch that she had to fight to ignore. Her muscles were not wanting to have any part of the foreignness she was putting her rectum through.

"Have I offended you?" she asked him. She grabbed the toy full on around its girth right below the head and rocked it back and forth. She actually felt the flesh part slightly as she kept the toy moving against her entrance. At many moments she felt the urge to halt and let go of the toy. Little moments of panic at an ever-growing sensation that felt wrong without bringing with it any pain or discomfort. She chalked it up to bodily confusion at an inward sensation where only an outward one belonged.

"No, but a human or sevran woman wouldn't send me text messages whenever they have a sex toy jammed up their hole of choice." she got his reply. Her toy felt enormous. As far as she could tell without seeing it, her anus was opened partially to the toy but not enough to allow it to enter her. She wondered if humans were simply elastic in ways Eldorans were not. This was an anatomical question she could not answer. The defiance her rectum was showing her seemed to answer that, 'No, I am not capable of being as perverse as a human's.'

"I am neither a human nor a sevran." she gave her reply and leaned herself back from her hunched position. The stretch of her back gave her some measure of comfort as a vertebra or two popped. She didn't feel it was possible anymore to do as the humans did, at least not with the toy she was using. Paz did tell her it was too big, but she had assumed he was referring to its size in generalized terms as it was far larger than anything a human could consider for any of their orifices. She could finish herself with her vagina as she always did, she thought. Without her hands on the toy, it was held in place only by her ass cheeks and body weight. If she dropped her full weight on it then it would have little choice but to enter her, but that would also cause much pain and damage, she suspected.

She exhaled deep and send another reply to Paz. "You were ri-"

She snap sent her message by accident. As she exhaled the toy popped into her. Her moment of relaxation and the body weight she held fast to the toy was enough to finally push aside the remaining resistance she had not realized was so feeble. She struggled to maintain her composure as she felt the overwhelming sensation of fullness and wrongness converge within her as she felt herself literally being stretched open in ways she was certain she was not built to be. She couldn't even work her legs as her muscles trembled and then buckled in shocked surprise. It was like electric fire in her nervous system as her body weight and useless legs betrayed her. It just kept going deeper with every quick moment as her arms clawed at her thighs to push herself up, but to no avail at all.

She was shaking hard with several distressing inches inside her rectum. It glided in from the heavy lubricant she had applied, and she was in utter shock as to what to do as each inch seemed to steal from her every rapid breath she took. "It went in by accident!"

She groped and felt around the toy and found half of it outside her. It had finally stopped descending inside her. She couldn't move her legs, much less stop herself from shivering uncontrollably, as she struggled atop the traitorous toy that had invaded her.

"You ok?" he responded fairly quickly.

"I canot move my egs and I am sufering from con vulvasions. I am trying not to panick. Half of it in but it stoped. I am not in pain but I canot seem to move. Heart rate breathign rapid." she blurted out to him in a steady stream of focused writing where she cared little if there were errors. The device on her did not have spell check as most Eldorans naturally had no need of it.

"I did that to a girl once. She said she enjoyed herself afterwards." Paz replied a moment later and she was confused. She had half of her toy lodged inside her and could not move herself to be freed of it despite her hardest effort. She felt trapped on it, and it was massive! It never felt this large when she used it inside her vagina, and she would use it to its very base! She was still shaking from head to toe and every time she tried to stifle it, they would hit her again in waves. Her commands to her legs were denied. She'd flex her muscles and as soon as her legs obeyed the colossal object, she had foolishly shoved inside herself would press and twist around amongst her insides and she'd bark and grunt and collapse again. She was out of breath as if she had been breeding herself silly for many hours.

"You'r his tory of onquest does not aid me! Com an help me!" she gave him a panicked reply.

"No! You are fine, Ashla. Are you bleeding? In pain?" he asked her quickly in return. She sucked in a breath and felt around herself and discovered no blood and she already told him she was not in pain! Was he illiterate? Her shifting about made her moan again as the toy moved inside her almost as if it threatening to go even deeper. It filled her with more panic as she was already trapped atop of it with rebellious legs doing nothing but anchor her down onto her toy.

"Help me Paz, I do no now what to do!" she urged him again.

"You don't need help. You just found out you love getting cock up the ass and it scared the shit out of you. Just tip yourself over or something if you're sitting on it. Let it push itself out." she got his message and felt a great anger at him. She struggled again to stand but lost her balance as soon as her legs predictably gave out on her. She fell forward and all at once the constant pressure and fullness inside her eased up and the sensation of wrongness backed away ever so slightly. She reached back and pulled at the toy until it popped free of her abused hole with a wet sound almost like the one it made when it was pulled from her soaked vaginal canal.

Her breathing was heavy and her heart continued to race. She felt violated and alarmed in ways she hadn't experienced before, but the toy was gone and she felt her legs weakly obey her once again. Her vagina was drooling juice like it did when she was near to climax and her legs and thighs were soaked in it. It didn't hurt, but she felt empty. She barked a sudden laugh. She felt empty and for a moment she wanted the fullness to return. She looked at her toy. The suction cup at the base had refused to pull free of the floor and it not stood proudly erect with her lubricant coating it from tip to base. With its absence now a tangible sensation inside her she couldn't believe she wanted to feel it again!

"You are a horrible friend to me, Paz." she messaged him, her spelling now back to its proper accuracy. Her anger toward him seemed to ebb away as quickly as it had arrived as her backside felt hollow and her vagina felt distressed from a lack of attention. Her back was now a bundle of tingling sensations that she recognized from her many orgasms atop her toy. She hadn't noticed that before in her panic.

"Why is that, Ashla?" he must have been waiting for her messages judging by the speed of his reply.

"You did not tell me it would scare me witless the first time." she messaged him and simply laid out on the floor to rest. She was still shivering and was not certain she could handle any more of her toy that day. "Didn't you say that some females enjoy a good 'Ass Fucking'?" She smiled. Perhaps she too enjoyed a good ass fucking.

Author's Note- I actually don't remember if I wrote this second story before or after the previous one. Considering that I included a brief explanation for how Eldorans can communicate with their arm devices... I probably wrote this second story first before going back to write the first story. So, they were probably written out of order since I was more focused on world and character building than I was telling a cohesive and sensible story. End Note.

"Sleep better this time?" the text message came to her. She read it as she did all text messages by feeling it across the spot of skin on her upper arm where she kept her communicator fastened. Being able to channel electricity like an Earth electric eel had its uses. Operating electronic devices remotely was one of them, provided that the device was attached to her with direct skin contact.

The message was from Paz. The day before she had complained to him, as she had the day before that, that she had slept very poorly. She was not sure why her sleep was so disturbed, but it was nothing to be concerned with now. This past night she actually did sleep very well. It was now morning. Paz must have sent her a message as he made his morning coffee. He slept in later on their days off than she did. For her, it made no sense to upset one's schedule by changing it suddenly for only two days. She awoke and went to sleep at the same times each day. The only difference was that on her days off she did not go to work.

"I did. I felt rested this morning and was able to wake and continue about my morning without trouble." It was a good morning for her. Normally she would be preparing herself for work, but since it was an off day, she had several hours to spend as she pleased, which was often a difficult task as she had very little to do. She had taken to interacting with her supervisor, Paz, more outside their work hours, but his interests were not in line with her own. Admittedly she had attempted to see if his interests were actually out of line. She was still adjusting to life here in her new home.

"That's good!" It took him too long to send such a short message in reply. She assumed he was busy doing whatever it is he does at this hour. Not even dressed, as he might say. Perhaps true, likely. Neither was she.

The temperature on Nosk never bothered her be it indoors or out. Everywhere was technically indoors, she thought. Everything was enclosed to protect the civilians from the lack of atmosphere on the planet's surface and the severely low temperatures. Everything on the surface was lethal, but within the carved and cared for rock of the city it was safe and very comfortable. She was told the seasons of Sevra and Earth were mimicked by the weather controllers, but she didn't have any real way to notice. She would see the modes of dress change across the human and sevran population, but she herself felt very little difference in temperature. Her species was simply resilient to such things. To be naked like she was now really wasn't problematic to her as it might be to someone else. She learned to ask Paz if he was comfortable after the first time he visited and told her she had it "freezing" in her home. The number on the thermostat read 61 Fahrenheit.

"Do you have plans for today or tomorrow?" she asked him. Every now and then she humored him in fraternization. She had no plans of any worth for the next two days and it would not harm her to spend some of it doing things not of her design.

"Not really. I got groceries yesterday. Found that coffee blend you said you liked." And she remembered a reason why she had become more accommodating to him outside of work. Humans seemed to enjoy appeasement, as Paz would periodically offer her gifts. After being asked, he told her he was just being "nice" or "polite" as he described it. It appeared to her as appeasement of some kind, but his demeanor did not suggest that he was one to appease others. That's usually done by those who are low in the pecking order and can be intimidated. Paz did not appear to be intimidated by anything, which was admirable enough for a male of his size.

She supposed he was average sized for a human male, but it was hard for her to tell. He was tiny next to her. She'd stopped trying to test him herself. He seemed unphased by her subtle methods of seeing if he'd show weakness in front of her. She learned later that he was not unfamiliar with similar tactics used by those whom they made their job to eject from their place of employment.

But the chocolate coffee was the reason. She had come to enjoy chocolate. There are sweet foods on E'orra, but often expensive or terrible in flavor. Chocolate, however, was delicious and she loved it. She purchased large quantities of the cheaper chocolates for her own enjoyment. So many foods were made using chocolate, and most of them were of human origin. Chocolate was invented on Earth, she thought she remembered hearing.

"Where did you find it for purchase? I can buy it today." she responded to him much faster than it took her to relive the flavor of the beverage in her mind. It was also the only kind of coffee she could tolerate, and it allowed her the use of their coffee maker at work.

"I bought you some. I can give it to you if we meet up, or just wait and I'll bring it to work." she squirmed as the message rolled across her senses. The electric signal she read the same way a human would read a line of text actually felt a little like a trail of electricity rolling up her spine. She huffed and gave a small laugh. For the briefest moments she thought she was experiencing some form of bliss from the message of chocolate coffee. She was a fool because it was just her positioning. Her eager squirming was indeed caused by the good news, but not the lightning tremors running up and down her spine. That was brought about by her posture and masochism.

"Thank you! You can visit my home today if you wish and bring it." she told him.

"I don't have anything to do today. Sure, I can come over later." his reply was quick. She rolled her hips and imagined the flavor again in her mouth. She salivated a little at the thought. She had chocolate left over in the kitchen she'd have to eat to hold her over until she had the coffee. "Are you busy today? Does it matter when I stop by?"

"Sooner than not. I want that coffee." She decided to be blunt. Blunt. She was glad it was blunt, but not in reference to her reply. She quieted her hips and allowed herself to settle down until she felt the blunt object press against her again. She would need to go to the store again today or tomorrow and buy more chocolate. And disposable towels. She was running low on that item. She listed other mundane items in her head and then committed them to a text file on her communicator. The mundane chore of creating the list helped ease her down from the edge she was teetering on. She rolled her hips again slowly and felt the bluntness rub and grind. She'd become numb to the noise by now.

"I hope I haven't gotten you addicted to chocolate, Ashla. I kind of like you thin." he replied sometime later, she wasn't sure and didn't care to check timestamps.

"Chocolate is delicious. I would have discovered it eventually on my own." she replied, then again, "Why do you say you like me thin?"

She needed to calm herself again and checked the time stamps. It took him seven minutes and thirty-two point zero eight seconds to reply. She opted to lift herself back up on her legs, which were admittedly starting to shake from weariness, so that some of the length would be freed. The noise was sloppy and excessive due to the suction, and at first, many weeks ago, she had been unsettled by it and felt ashamed of herself. Now she didn't care in the slightest. The benefit was far too great for her to stifle it with an E'orran fear of being caught with a taboo.

"You're pretty, in a weird kind of skinny tall way. From the neck down you've got a lot working for you. Chocolate will make you fat." she snorted. She knew humans got fat. So many humans were soft and squishy around their mid sections. They were like fat breasts when they became plump. Engorged pieces of meat. She snorted again at the crudeness of her joke. Breasts were made of fat and were round! She dropped herself back down until she felt the blunt end tap against her. With a breath she lifted again and started toward her denouement. She'd spent more than two hours at this now, and if Paz was to visit she'd need to be finished so that she may greet him with a reasonably well kept home.

"I am not going to get fat. If what I possess 'works' for me below the neck, what of my head?" she asked him. It was taking her a little longer to prepare her messages as she rolled her hips with half-maintained grace as she lifted herself and lowered again until she felt a tap on her insides from the toy.

"Well, I'm used to seeing you every day, so it doesn't really bother me. Other guys though might keep their eyes down to your chest and keep them there." He was honest with her, and she enjoyed that. Honest in a way that was not brought about by fear or intimidation. She'd been in housing conditions were she regularly had to challenge and dominate her house rivals to get straight answers and basic truths. It was nice to have individuals in your company that could be counted on to simply be truthful without expending any effort to make it so.

"Should I feel 'blessed'?" she asked him. She was quoting a human phrase she'd heard in passing on more than one occasion. Enough times to tell her it was a semi-common phrase.

"No? I don't think. Your tits are huge Ashla, I doubt anyone gives a shit about what your head looks like." more honesty. He was now more blunt with her than he once was, and it was refreshing. He was the only one she could have a conversation with that was not sterile and brief. And blunt as her toy, which was now tapping inside her semi-rhythmically. Her legs were becoming very tired from her exertion.

"My 'tis' are large, Paz. I dont like them bein stared at in public. Too many bad memories of eeyore." she replied, then replied again with frustration. "E'orra."

"I know you don't like your tits, but a lot of others do. Kinda normal here, and are you seriously sending typos? Since the fuck when do you of all people make a typo?" he replied. Her answer, if he could have heard it, would have been a wet noise born from the suction of her toy sliding in and out of her channel.

"I'm exercising so that I do not become fat." she lied, but she supposed it wasn't a lie. She did this at least two or three times a week and it was proving to be an excellent means of physical training.

"Must be some exercise. Should I bring actual food if I come over? It's getting close to lunch time. Or are you just going to eat chocolate today?" She heard the words in her head coupled with his typical sarcasm. The tapping she was putting herself through was becoming unbearable.

"Bring food." And she had to stop. Her legs failed her, and she collapsed onto her toy. The resulting tap was more akin to being punched in the womb, and it was too much. Her spine flashed with yellow fire as an orgasm hit her. She was a masochist she kept telling herself. A very kinky taboo loving breeder. Only a breeder with tits like hers and lusty red splashed across her body would purchase the toy she did from a human manufacturer. She enjoyed using it too much to feel any honest shame about it anymore. She fell backwards onto the smooth floor and pulled it free. It's twenty inches were glistening with juice, as was much of the floor. "When will you arrive if you bring food?"

"I dunno. Half hour, if that's fine. I can get the food before the lunch crowd packs all the good cafeterias. That ok?" she exhaled and rolled over onto her side. The floor was indeed covered in her body's produce and she was right in the middle of it.

"Yes. That is fine. I'll be cleaning up and waiting for you. Door is open." she told him and stood up finally on legs that shook under her weight. They were rebelling against her, and she could not blame them. Her preferred position was "cowgirl" as it was called on Nosk. She picked up the toy and rinsed it under her sink. She was honestly proud she could take the entire length. It took effort to do every single time she did it, but in the end, she always had it embedded in her. If her skin color could turn redder based on her feeling of embarrassment, as the humans could, she'd be solid red. It was a hot feeling, however. It felt empowering to do things that she wasn't supposed to do back on E'orra. It just happened that this thing gave her a wealth of pleasure she'd never experienced before.

"Alright. Be there soon then." It also gave her a large mess to clean every single time.