Alien Encounters.
This is a request for Casey the Furry One (DigiartistsDomain.org Forums).
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Alien Encounters, by DragonMasterX.
Littered with planets and stars as far as anyone can see, the Milky Way, like any other galaxy, is known to host one of many systems including the one we live in. Our aptly named Solar System, one of them, is brother to one out of many.
The neighboring system of Strella had never seen so much petty conflict between its only two solid planets, Elviner and Dragnier. The two advanced, alien civilizations were relatively crafty, and had already mastered space travel, only to meet with discord once their races had officially met. No one really remembers why they are still fighting each other, but the war has been going for hundreds of human years, unbeknownst to the rest of the galaxy, let alone neighboring systems.
Some say the Elviner, humanoids with special attunement to the elements and superior hearing, had deliberately insulted king's pride in their first meeting, to which the latter responded with a war reprisal. Dragnier denizens categorize them as snobbish, up-tight "pointy-eared" freaks, and wish nothing more than to eradicate their arrogant race from the face of Strella.
Dragniers are also humanoids, but they are more physically developed, with thick muscle cord running down their huge arms and legs, showing off chiseled abs and cut pectorals. Their skin is scaly, and their faces are elongated in contrast to Elviners, to muzzle-like proportions. Where Elviners would have nail, they have claws, and where the former would have teeth, they had fangs. Another common trait among Dragniers are long scaly tails, powerful enough to snap thick trees in half.
The males and females are easily differentiated from each other: Males tended to always be taller, bulkier, and more savage in appearance and women, while not any less strong than the former, usually sported athletic builds apt enough to one-up with a Dragnier male in battle. Of their feminine assets, their chests and hips were the most accentuated parts in a woman's body, and the larger any of these were, the more coveted the female was among men. Despite their almost equalized scientific achievements, Elviners categorize the reptilian-like race as brutish scaled monsters that need to be tamed as pets, and blame the war on their obnoxious king unable to take advice on how to keep personal hygiene in check.
Returning to the Dragnier females, in particular the Dragnier King's daughter, she was one of the most coveted women in the whole planet. She was six foot three, a normal height for women of Dragnier and of her adult age. Daphne had long, shiny gray hair that reached her small waist, which curved with her luscious wide hips, topped with two plump butt cheeks delightfully squeezing her ass into a perfect peach shape. Her tail was about a foot longer than the well-trained but still feminine legs, long and beautiful beyond comparison.
The main point which brought everyone's attention to Daphne was her streamlined sexy frame, with breasts big enough to stretch any article of clothing otherwise perfect for her body size. With emerald green eyes and ebony black scales, this goddess of a dragon was more than able to pick out any male (And any number for that matter) of her choosing.
The princess, however, was not interested in such trifling matters. Daphne was a proud Dragnier, and a warrior to the very core. She looked feminine and athletic like any other woman in the planet, but she trained, and she fought. She was respected for both her beauty and her power, and that sometimes got to her head, making her think she could take on everything and everyone.
On that day, she would show them.
Daphne was dressed in a breast-plate with several pieces of protective armor that wouldn't hamper her movement. The princess was dead-set on avenging her dear father's pride, but she would never be sent to any battle under his orders. She sympathized with his feelings, but thought to herself that she deserved a chance to prove her own worth.
Without telling him anything, and after providing herself with some distraction for her bodyguards and servants, Daphne armed herself and slipped through the corridors of the main hangar to the ship she had been preparing the last couple days. Food, fuel, and spare weapons and armor. Daphne had been studying the layout of Elviner from earlier battle records and logs, and was at the point where she had convinced herself she had a chance of storming inside Elviner's main stronghold and taking out their enemies by disabling their leader. She had convinced herself she was ready.
Without a moment to lose, the dragon princess rushed into the ship, dumped the extra equipment she had brought and climbed up to the cockpit. She had already shown to be perfectly capable of navigating a ship in the simulations so she figured it would be easy to pilot a real one.
The blastoff was successful, and she quickly managed to stabilize the ship once it was off the atmosphere of the planet. Daphne strongly believed in her plan. She would avoid enemy detection flawlessly. She would land in Elviner undetected, sneak into the enemy fortress, seize the area and take out their leader, effectively crippling their whole empire. Daphne would then call back to her planet and the moment their revenge exacted would come. It was a brilliant plan!
She imagined herself, then, being praised by her father, adored by the citizens and finally worshipped as some sort of war deity. "Lady Daphne, the protector of Dragnier," she giggled to herself at the thought as she drove through the vast space. She was so consumed in her fantasy that she didn't notice the fading beep on her radar, and how she kept accelerating more and more.
In Daphne's mind, all had been accounted for, but she couldn't allow herself to become too cocky. She could now see a planet not far off from her current location and there were no ships or drones surrounding it too. Had there been a lull in the enemy's defense? This was the perfect moment to strike! "Although..." the dragon woman frowned at the visual of the planet she was getting near to. In the charts and maps of the system she had earlier seen, Elviner was depicted a bright green with only a couple blue spots. The planet seemed to be much bigger, and of an alternate pattern of colors as she remembered. Her radar, however, was scanning life in the planet, so she couldn't be mistaken.
No, it was time to strike, not to doubt herself! Daphne convinced herself, but then the proximity alert kicked in. Her radar flashed a bright red. She looked left and right on the monitors, but the charts weren't showing any sort of space debris field or any solidified body in the surrounding area of Elviner. The light that filtered from the Sun to her ship though was starting to dim, and she blinked as she noticed the cause was a huge chunk of white approaching her. "Oh god! Oh god!" she panicked all of a sudden. What Daphne was seeing was something much smaller than any planet she had seen, but with considerable size to crush her and her ship if she collided directly against it. "What is this?! It wasn't in any of the maps, damnit! Clever Elviner bastards!" she cursed, trying to pull her ship to the side to avoid it.
In the lull of her earlier distraction, however, Daphne had not been able to count with enough time to assess the exact location in the charts, so she couldn't count with not making an easily visible ruckus for the enemy to see as she avoided this trap. She groaned and tried her best to spin the ship 90 degrees away from the large white rock, but the base of her ship grazed it with enough strength to damage part of the engines. The alarm began ringing.
"Curses! This can't be happening...!" Daphne panicked some more, but she quickly worked to re-route the fuel to the undamaged section of the main engine. The fuel was spilling, and the friction of the ship against the surface of whatever she had just grazed was causing enough sparks for the spilled fuel to catch on fire. The fire alarm summed to the loud racket. "Shut it, stupid computer, I know!" she groaned as she tried to isolate the safe section by rushing a command through the console. She looked at the blue planet with disdain, and growled in annoyance. She was so near!
Daphne had to prevail, there were no two ways about it. She looked at the controls and then closed her mind to the sounds, there was absolutely no way to make it with the ship unbroken and much less intact, the provisory isolation would not last forever and if it gave up for even a second the ship would explode taking her with it. She had to play a gambit.
Grabbing an emergency pack, she kept it close to her voluptuous chest and quickly set the controls to accelerate to the maximum velocity it could reach. The ship was struggling with the lack of fuel, but the command was acknowledged, and the ship began to pick up more and more speed. As it reached the planet's edge, the gravitational pull began assisting the ship in accelerating. "Damnit! It's pulling me even faster!" Daphne said, struggling to get up on her knees and with only one hand. Her other arm was protecting the emergency pack, her only life line left.
She had to wait until the ship had begun penetrating the atmosphere of the planet, and at that time, she would eject herself and trust her life to the pack.
Dragnier emergency packs were useful inventions that worked, in the metaphorical sense, like parachutes in an air plane. The packs were designed to let loose millions of single-purposed nano-machines capable of replicating a synthesized element akin to that of reinforced polycarbonate with a multi-layer of titanium to cover its user with in the shape of a protective exo-suit. It only worked for a minimum of 10 seconds to a maximum of a full minute and it ran on the energy the nano-machines produced by consuming the materials provided to it. The emergency pack exo-suits were resilent and almost indestructible on the outside, and soft and warm for its user, however, they were so heavy that they were impractical for any sort of movement, and were used solely for stationary defense, or to survive falls that would kill any person. As a result, these nearly unbreakable suits of armor were used to prevail in deadly situations such as these, or in extreme sports.
More than often, the "Planet Diving" sportsmen back at Dragnier used the packs in conjunction with junk suits made of the most cost-effective materials for the nano-machines to work quickly with, so she would have to provide her little saviors with her current armor. There was no time to get anything else.
After she was within the esteemed falling range, Daphne quickly activated the rectangular pack against her chest and let the emerging colony of nanites to feast on her body suit. She felt them crawl on her scaly skin and the feeling made her shiver, so she tried to visualize something else to distract herself. Once she felt she was ready, she threw her arm to the hatch control and bashed it with all her might, causing it to get blown off. It was then that her arm was covered with the last of the sturdy material and her exo-suit completed forming.
The decompression that followed promptly ejected anything that hadn't been nailed down on the ship, with her body in the snug suit included. The trajectory of her fall and the pull of the planet's gravity aligned so her body would be attracted to the ground deep below the atmosphere instead of remaining floating aimlessly into the void.
Daphne didn't feel scared about the ordeal of diving into a planet with an exo-suit, but was terrified about the amount of ruckus she would make upon landing and how she'd be an easy prey, stripped of her suit of armor and weapons. Even if she had grabbed a weapon, the nanites would've eaten all the metal she had brought to form the exo-suit.
The ship's systems finally began malfunctioning. Daphne couldn't hear it thanks to her current condition, but the layer the computer had used to isolate the fire that had broken out in the engine room had finally given out and the rest of the fuel, unconsumed, caught fire and caused a huge explosion. Her suit protected her even if she was in the blast radius, but the force of impact altered her trajectory, and her speed.
With the incredibly dense material the suit was made of, plus the gravitational pull, the acceleration of her fall increased almost exponentially after the explosion of her ship sent her flying down. The friction at that point had become so great that the suit caught fire outside, not that Daphne could see it.
To the denizens below, Daphne was like a shooting star.
It was a very cloudy day in planet Earth. Ethan felt as gloomy as the afternoon sky. "Gawdamnit, no scoop, no free lunch," he crumpled a mud-messy ticket for "One Free Lunch at Louie's" and then sneezed, "Ugh, no health," he rubbed under his nose to get rid of some pesky snot, flicking it off into the side of the walkway he was transiting. "This day sucks."
Ethan Lee was a reporter of a big city in North America. As in any big city, the competition was harsh, the work environment was highly unpredictable and worst of all, he was due for the payments on most if not every one of his monthly bills. Ethan had always been a very diligent worker, but even he fell short to the amount of people that worked for the same reason as he did: To bring interesting stuff for people to be awed with at home. He wanted fame and money, but even with his good reputation at work, it was next to impossible to come up in the ladder for journalism without a sheer stroke of luck. He dumped his behind on a bench on the side and relaxed, his digital camera dangling from the straps around his neck.
Ethan sighed and grabbed the collar of his salmon colored shirt, tugging slightly at the black tie as he lamented the weather, "Damn, it's so hot today. Why doesn't it rain already?" he looked up as if he was going to receive an answer from the almighty, but then his eyes bulged to almost comical proportions as he realized the clouds had suddenly begun swirling into a whirlpool shape before abruptly forming a hole in the very sky. There was a blinding flash, followed by a sharp buzzing that he could swear sounded like some jet firing its engines at full power and zipping across a country like in some sort of sci-fi movie. "Holy shit, I didn't mean it that way, I'm so sorry!"
With that, the young reporter jumped down and hid under the bench, fearing for his life as the buzzing grew louder. It was hurting his ears, he imagined this was what a jet's turbine had to feel like when it ignited nearby. He could feel the floor vibrate as something approached. His eyes screwed shut and Ethan began to suddenly pray, then let out a scream of terror as the ground under him began to quake and rattle.
There was another blinding flash followed by an indescribably loud boom. Almost as if several large bombs had gone off at the very same time. Ethan was still screaming until his voice faded from the dryness of his throat, then he realized nothing had happened to him, at all.
He shakily opened one eye to look left and right, then he blinked as the smelt of burnt metal filled his nostrils. "Ugh, what the- OUCH!" he groaned as he hit the back of his head against the bench he had been hiding under. Rubbing his sore spot slightly and whimpering as he crawled back, he thought: "What was that? Was it like some sort of meteorite... Whew, glad it didn't hit me. If it had fallen on me- OHGODOFPANCAKES."
Ethan stood up in a startled manner, his arms flailing up almost comically as he realized the park to the side of the walkway had been reduced to a huge, deep, circular crater whose edge merely missed the legs of the bench he had been hiding under by centimeters. "What the hell fell down here?!" he screamed, but all of a sudden he felt alone. He was, in fact, very alone, he was the only human being walking in this abandoned part of the big city.
Ethan gulped and brushed his loneliness aside, approaching the crater warily, his legs shaking as he tried to tough it out. "Wait Ethan, what are you doing?" he thought to himself, "This... this can't be right. It might be the opportunity of a life-time, a meteorite falling from space! ...or something like that! ...But what if I'm cursed the moment I approach it? I-I mean infected with radioactivity or something weird like that! Geesh, who am I talking to...?" he lamented in a sorry manner, then got his shaky hands on his camera.
"No time to waste! I have a job to do! It's my duty!!" Ethan suddenly said out loud, as if to convince himself. He smiled to his resolve, looking down at the center of the crater with conviction, readying himself for anything. Not seeing the end of the monumental hole it, he began questioning himself: "...how deep does this thing go?" he began shaking again, "Why is duty so scary?" he then sobbed.
He immediately shook his head, took a deep breath, and gripped his camera firmly once more. As Ethan walked own on the crater, he began taking a few pictures of the surrounding area to give his patrons an idea of where this had exactly happened. It was a desolate part of the big city which had been left out when the remodeling took place thirty years prior, so it had been abandoned and only had activity at after-hours with illegal smugglers or horny teenagers these days. Before, it used to be a beautiful park full of bustling children laughter, after the remodeling, it was stripped off its games and was left as a plain spot on the side of the walkway.
"And now it's a huge stinkin' hole in the middle of nowhere," Ethan joked in his head. Maybe taking this lightly would ease him of his worries; there weren't any people trying to rob him of his scoop, after all. As he approached the center, the foul stench began to get to him. He took a small napkin he had taken from a restaurant at an earlier date and used it to muffle it as he approached. He felt like crying as it stung, but he was so near. The smoke coming from the center was now almost gone, it was the perfect time to take a sweet picture!
That's when the ground began to shake one more. "What the- What now?!" Ethan exclaimed with both scorn and fear, looking around to see if he could identify the source of the disturbance, but it was then that he heard a crack. It was the same type of sound one hears when they crack an egg open against a marble edge, loud and clear as a day; not this one in specific.
Ethan had stopped cold upon hearing the sound, he swallowed the saliva gathered in his mouth, he felt like his heart might stop any moment. The sound had originated behind him. Turning his head around, he noticed the smoke gone from the center of the crater, realizing there were bits of cracked metal sunk among the burnt dirt and the same melted alloy. Ethan approached it cautiously, making a quick mental note to not even touch the object as it probably had fallen from space at the speed it had broken down its fall, or how it looked like it had been inside some sort of incinerator. He began kicking some of the blackened dirt around to see just how big this object was, he was now terribly curious.
He noticed his shoes weren't burning, and more importantly, he didn't feel any heat emanating from the burnt ground. He had thought it odd, for having entered the diameter of the crater, it was surprising that he hadn't been exposed to anymore heat that he was feeling on that humid day. He kept kicking dirt around until he finally got fed up with how much time he was taking, and finally knelt down, shyly approaching the dirt with his hand before actually trying to move it away.
"...Cold." That was all he said. To his surprise, even the metal was cold, as if he was touching the beam from a construction site. Ethan then quickly resolved to take this chance and dig through. It took him around ten minutes to reach the bottom of the metal object, and he was astonished when had finally dug it up. He took a few steps back to admire the streamlined figure that, despite the few melted spots around specific areas, was a seamless humanoid figure. The only two things that stood away from that perception were a tail-like appendage and the fact the face was elongated. "What the hell is this...? Some sort of... alien sculpture?" he inquisitively said, but there was no one to answer his question.
Ethan then noticed there was a certain spot that looked damaged. He then remembered the crack-like sound he had heard a few minutes ago. It was odd to him however, had it broken? Why had it happened time after having already crash-landed and not at the same time? "Just what sort of meteorite are you...?" he asked the statue, reaching to feel the cracked part. When his hand made contact with the metal, the same cracking sound as before filled his ears, making Ethan yelp as the statue's right arm suddenly moved and seized him by the wrist. "EEEEP! Let go! Leggo, leggo, leggo!" he panicked, swinging his arm but the grip was incredibly strong. The cracking sounds continued to fill the air, and Ethan bore witness to the fact the statue was 'shedding'. The metal parts were falling off like dried crust, revealing blackness inside. With a few more struggles, Ethan was finally able to free himself, stumbling backwards and falling onto his butt promptly afterwards.
He was speechless, and he was paralyzed. All Ethan could do was watch.
As he did, the statue finally 'shed' all its metal, leaving behind the frame of a beautiful, curvaceous female with the muzzle and tail of a reptile. She was black as ebony, and had long, wild gray hair, yet she looked no younger than 20 in his opinion. Ethan hiccupped at the fact he was comparing this bombshell of an extra-terrestrial to one of their women. What if it was a true alien? Like one from the movies, having come here to enslave or kill or eat them all?!
"Oh man. What a scoop!" said his reporter's heart. "Oh man. I think I poop'd," his mind told him. But he was just that scared. His breakfast was still being rationed inside of him, having skipped lunch and all things considered.
The naked creature was clearly not human, but it stood like one. She had the curves of a very well-endowed woman, and she was breathing the same air as he was, or so he thought. Ethan marveled at her beauty and thought of asking a question, but then he reminded how violently she had reacted while inside her shell, what if she ate him after asking something. He stayed quiet, as if playing dead (Though he forgot he had to close his eyes for that).
Daphne took a very deep breath, her hefty chest rising before she exhaled, her boobs bouncing along with Ethan's face, making him look like he was nodding repeatedly. The Dragnier was alive and healthy; she checked for injuries as she opened her eyes and noticed that, aside her missing articles of clothing the nanites had consumed to generate energy, her body was in perfect condition.
Ethan blushed, thinking he was about to blurt something out any second the more he watched her move and flail her jiggling parts as she checked herself out. Ethan realized Daphne had completely ignored him, her bodily condition apparently taking priorities before assessing her surroundings. Daphne looked off into the distance, seeing trees and buildings far off into the distance, but nothing she had seen in Elviner architecture before. She frowned, thinking her enemies had foreseen her coming and had prepared to confuse her with any means possible. She began walking off, when a voice behind her stopped her.
"Wait, you piece of sexy a- I mean, excuse me, miss!" Ethan finally said, rising to his two feet.
"Oh, weren't you dead?" Daphne said with a clear, easily distinguishable feminine voice. Ethan felt like choking, when she suddenly startled as she saw Ethan well and then jumped into a battle stance, "I mean, I'm here for your leader! Don't do anything funny, Elviner!"
Ethan startled "EEE! Don't hurt me please!" the young man shouted, throwing his arms up as if a police-woman had told him to raise them.
"Drop your weapon!" Daphne demanded.
"W-weapon? Sir, yes, sir!" Ethan yelled loud and clear, but then his face hung low, "U-Uhm... what weapon...?"
"You can't fool me with your clever deceiving tactics, Elviner," Daphne pointed at Ethan with a scowl, "You might think you're so smart, but I know a lethal piece of advanced Elviner weaponry when I see it!"
"Wh-what?! What are you talking about?!" Ethan flailed helplessly, when he noticed where the alien was pointing. He looked down to and rested his digital camera on his palms, as if presenting it, "Th-this...?" he stuttered. Daphne gasped and then suddenly rolled on the ground to the side, covering her ears and shutting her eyes.
"You bastard! I knew it!" she growled, opening one eye to look at her enemy, who was still holding the weapon. She back-flipped in the air in an almost artistic jump and gracefully landed on her feet, "You're not going to beat me. I trained for YEARS for this moment. I'm going to prove my worth to all of you, filthy alien!"
Ethan found himself unaware of what to feel. Was he going to be bold enough to act pitiful with this odd, scaled woman? She looked as scary as she was beautiful. "I-I'm not... ahh, I mean, I do not mean you any harm! Honestly!" he tried yelling, holding his camera away from himself, holding it by the straps, "Look! It's just a camera, a CAMERA! It doesn't do damage, or anything! I swear! It just takes photos!"
Daphne squinted, was he trying to reason with her? This would be a first for Dragnier and Elviner. She growled angrily, "Enough of that! This will be a battle for our honor. I might not be fully armed, but my body will be more than enough to take care of you!"
"That's what she said." The unholy thoughts kept creeping around inside his head, as well as several morbid pictures of the alien woman either decapitating him or laying eggs into his mouth to have little aliens pop out of his chest, like in some movie he had seen. Why had she had to be so hot and scary at the same time?!
As Daphne charged, Ethan felt his thoughts dissipate and only one remained: "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!"
With that, he turned around to run for his life, only to notice there was yet another swirl in the clouds above them, and a second hole opened up in the sky. A huge pod-like ship was coming down, landing by the park. Ethan's jaw dropped almost to the ground. "I'm trapped!" he told himself, listening to Daphne's battle cry as she approached. Time seemed to dilate around Ethan as he hung his head low, then thought: "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have hoped for rain today. It's a fun thing, really," He quickly turned around, and continued with his inner monologue, "I wished for a scoop, and then all of a sudden I'm between it and a soft place," he said as Daphne's breasts appeared in his mind. He chuckled, then solemnly looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks, "At least I'll be able to say I did find something interesting while in the afterlife. Everyone, please take this picture and tell everyone I battled valiantly," he was now determined to accept anything, even death. Holding his camera up, he opened the shutter again and snapped a picture of his incoming attacker.
Daphne's eyes went wide as a flash emitted from her opponent's device, and then all of a sudden she felt a sting in the eye, momentarily taken her by surprise and blinding her at the same time. The momentum of her built-up speed prevented her from stopping, and her feet tangled up when she didn't manage to avoid the hole her earlier fall had made. She tripped over and fell with great force, shaking the place.
After a small while, Ethan opened his eyes and then looked down only to find no one in front of him. No egg-producing mouth, no talon at the ready to gore through him, no pair of soft breasts to suffocate him to death (His personal, recurring favorite), there was simply nothing in front of him. He looked back, thinking that maybe it had all been a dream, and realized the ship that had just landed was still there, with its shutter open, but with no one around it. He looked around himself, noticing the crater was still there, "Uhhh... did she make herself invisible...? Like the Depredator?" he fidgeted around, then as he looked down his eyes bulged with surprise.
Daphne lay on her face on the floor mere inches from his feet, butt up in the air with her knees on the floor, and her tail draped over her back, shoulders and head. "Uhm, excuse me, did you trip over? Are you alright...?" Ethan asked, still frozen over, but suddenly worried about her.
"Earthling, halt!" a deep manly voice called out to Ethan, who felt a chill run down his spine.
"Y-y-y-y-y-yes... A-A-Alright... Please don't hurt me..." Ethan whimpered as he felt two presences near him from behind. It was then that two lizard-men dressed in armor and carrying oddly shaped weapons, that resembled long, futuristic-like revolvers with blades topped on them, got beneath him. They bowed to the slumped over girl in front of Ethan, who had yet to budge a single millimeter.
"Princess! His majesty was worried sick! It really is a fortune your emergency pack sent us a distress signal when you activated it. We are relieved to see you unharmed!" the bodyguard on Ethan's left looked down at the dirtied, and more pride-hurt than body-hurt Daphne, and corrected himself: "...mostly."
"Princess! His majesty had no idea you had arranged to seek for a mate this far in the galaxy! He's astonished you even considered venturing away from our System in these times of war!" the bodyguard on Ethan's right exclaimed. They were talking too loudly to him. Were these guys idiots...? What kind of girl seeks a mate by trying to kill him? Then he remembered: Scary looking aliens sandwiching you, stay quiet, Earthling halt.
"Mate?!" Daphne finally spoke as she removed her dirtied, but still pretty face from the ground, swishing her tail away from her face and gripped the ground all of a sudden. "Oh no. Nononono. Wait a minute! I can't choose a mate I'm supposed to kill, Elviner males are ugly, with their uppity attitude and their... pointy... ears..." she bit her lower lip, eyes bulging out comically. "He's not Elviner?! Then where am I?!" she demanded.
"You are in the third rock from the Sun of the neighboring System, milady," the left guard said, "This is the planet with intelligent life our research team had been studying before the war broke out."
The right guard continued: "Our surveys and records state this planet is perfectly habitable and with many biospheric properties such as our planet Dragnier or Elviner."
Only one question remained inside of Ethan's head at that moment. "Only now does she realize I have no pointy ears?!"
"In any case, I'm not taking him as a mate, he's not from our planet, we... you can't be serious! I can't take THAT with me!" Daphne cried, holding by her cheeks, almost sinking her claws into them, but strangely she wasn't even distending her smooth scales, much less hurting herself. It was an expression of anguish, one which made Ethan feel kind of sympathetic for her, right until the moment he realized she was talking about him.
"Hey, what's wrong with me?! So I haven't been able to eat properly this month, but I work out! And I bathe everyday, Ms. Pompous Lizard!" he yelled defiantly. Oddly enough, his sporadic courage had returned.
"Who are you calling pompous, you human freak? Why I ought to...!" Daphne stood up with a growl, making Ethan suddenly yip and hide behind one of the bodyguards out of reflex and self-survival instinct.
"They make an adorable couple already. His majesty will be pleased," the right guard said, with the one at the left nodding in approval.
"Oh for the love of, he's not the mate I chose...!" yelled Daphne in protest, but one of the guards interrupted.
"Yeah! She didn't choose me as a mate, I didn't choose her either. Heck, she was trying to KILL me!" Ethan whined from behind one of the guards.
"We apologize, your highness, but the law states that when a female engaged in a duel of honor loses, they must become the bride of the winner, with no exceptions. The king wills it," he explained. Daphne whimpered like a spoiled child being told 'no' would.
"But daddy...! But I wanted... It's not how it happened I..." she babbled, "I wasn't trying to come here, this wasn't even my set course, I was attempting to..."
"Oh?" the guard interrupted, "Are you meaning to say you were abandoning your duties as a princess for something other than the sacred rite of mating?! Oh no."
"The king will be very disappointed, and we may have to kill this one to prevent His highness from ever learning the truth..." the other guard frowned.
Ethan's heart sunk low, "KILL ME?!" he gasped. "Oh nonono. You see, I DID defeat her in mortal combat! I... I get to choose what I want to be done with her, right?!" he tried, but the young man was hoisted up by a big claw of the guard he had been hiding behind of.
"Silence, human."
Daphne sighed in relief, preparing to nod.
"So where was your destination, princess? Oh, never you mind. We can always search for the black box of the ship in our way out."
And Daphne's head came to a stop. She shivered. If anything at all came out of that black box that suggested she had disobeyed her father and gone into battle against the Elviner on her own, she would be in very big problems. "I LOST HONORABLY AND HEREBY AM SUBJECT TO BECOME THIS MAN'S WIFE."
Ethan's jaw dropped, but then he realized if he didn't accept it, his life would come to an end. "I WON HONORABLY AND HEREBY AM ENTITLED TO DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH THIS ATTRACTIVE ALIEN BABE."
Silence filled the scenery, but it wasn't long before the guard softly put Ethan on the ground and smiled to him, "Spoken like a true man. Come with us, Sir..."
"Uh, uhm... E-E-Ethan," the young man stuttered.
"Very well then," the other guard spoke. They then helped their princess up and began escorting them to their pod-like ship.
"Oh, excuse me, sir Ethan, but you may leave your weapons behind. Only certified royal personnel are supposed to carry them in ships. If you wish, we can store it for you and you may retrieve it upon landing."
"O-oh, yes, of course."
Ethan looked left and right on him, then hung his face low, "Uh... I don't have any weapons, sir..."
The guards pointed at Ethan's hands, which he had not yet taken away from his camera ever since being ordered to 'halt'. "IT'S NOT A WEAPON!" he shouted.
It was going to be a long journey.
But the actual ride was rather uneventful at first. The ship didn't look like much from the outside, but to Ethan, he felt like he was an actor in some sort of sci-fi movie. The ship was also huge when he walked around it, even finding chambers to rest, or for leisure. He sat down on one of the mattresses and sighed as Earth slowly shrank in his eyes, then vanished, only a curtain of darkness remaining, dressed by the many shiny dots that were the stars of the system. "So this is what a brave soul feels when they're abducted by voluptuous aliens babes and their stupidly clueless bodyguards."
"Your legs, arms, and I think your head is still shaking," a familiar feminine voice said from the hall of the resting chambers. Daphne stood there, arms folded under her prominent bust, and still naked.
"Sh-shut up. Can't you sympathize? I'm suffering from nostalgia here."
"We left your planet five minutes ago."
"Hey, who's the winner of our battle of honor?!"
"You were lucky! Had I been armed...!"
"You tripped over! You're inept at battle!"
"Why you! I'm going to tear you apart!" Daphne roared, pouncing Ethan, who began struggling against the mighty female.
The rattle reached the cockpit easily with the door open, but the guards didn't seem to budge.
"Ah, young love. He might not have looked like much, but if he was strong enough to defeat our princess in a duel of honor, he must be worthy to her," the pilot mused over happily while his co-pilot simply nodded in agreement once more.
Daphne was strong and agile, but so far Ethan had done a good job fending her off in their arm lock. Their eyes met with fury at their shared predicament.
"Ngh! Gah, I can't kill you, or else everything will be for nothing," she finally said with disdain, soft enough for only him to hear. Daphne stopped pushing and allowed herself to fall to the side in depression.
Ethan was glad for this. He felt his arm bones had been about to snap had she continued. "I... uh... I guess it's a draw. This time," he straightened his clothes, and sat up on the mat, looking at Daphne from the corner of his eye. God her hips were wide, but why was she still naked? Maybe it was common for them to... his cheeks immediately flushed a deep red. "Hey, Daphne."
"What is it?"
"So uhm... we're mates. What happens now?"
"We're going to marry."
"When?"
"Probably when we land. Dad's been wanting me to marry for like two years now."
"How can you be so calm about it?"
"I don't want to!" she suddenly outburst, throwing a kick and screwing the door to the room shut. Ethan freaked out, but managed to keep it together.
"L-Look... I'm not saying that I like this either, but... Since we've to stick together, it might be good to get to know each other better, right?"
"What do you mean 'get to know each other better'?"
"You know, like you tell me what sort of stuff you like about your man, and I tell you what I like about your boobs- I mean you. I mean my women, uhm, you know what I mean!"
"No, I don't. Why would we want to know that? All a spouse is supposed to do is to breed children."
"Oi, you don't have to say it like that. I don't plan on getting kids anytime soon, plus how would that work? We aren't even the same species..."
"It still is irrelevant to our relationship," Daphne flipped around the bed and finally laid down on it. "I'm a warrior. I don't want to spend the rest of my life moping and cooking."
"Uh, well, I could help you with that. I might not look it, but I cook really good hamburgers! You have those there, right...?"
"What was that?"
"Oh, hamburgers. They're a piece of meat between two buns of bread and,"
"No, what you said before that. Why would you help me with house-keeping?"
"Eh, well, I wouldn't like to be a lazy freeloader. You know," Ethan fidgeted, "You don't have to stop fighting or "warrioring" or whatever you like."
"I don't...? But you won our duel of honor... I mean, wait, I don't really have to?"
Ethan shrugged, "We can share the tasks we'll do if that's what worries you. ...and I'm not good at firing guns or anything like that, so count me out of battling!" he shook his hands defensively. Were any of them expecting him to fight... any more monsters...? Ethan couldn't help but imagine himself being crushed by a huge foot paw falling from high up, and shivered.
Daphne looked down, "You... you're kind. But why would you do that for me?"
"Well... we do need each other right now, don't we? It's not like we can be a couple if we fight all the time among ourselves..." he gulped, approaching her slowly. Daphne also approached him, maybe she had judged the human wrongly. She imagined that if for some reason, they managed to convince everyone with their charade and she would still have her freedom, then there was no reason for her to be afraid. In fact, what Ethan was talking about made her feel warm inside. He was willing to help her, even after she had practically dragged him against his will into all of this by not giving him a choice before.
They stared into each other's eyes. Daphne, for the first time, felt like a man was looking at her in a different way than just a womb to produce offspring. Ethan, by himself, was convinced this was the time to act out on his fantasy.
They approached more and more, until they eventually touched each other's lips. Knelt on the mattress, naked Dragnier warrior and clothed Human reporter joined their fingers together, holding hands as they kissed, then hugged. Daphne felt the warmth within her increase, her cheeks gaining a reddish color to their innate blackness as Ethan's smaller, but apparently dexterous tongue made its way inside of Daphne's mouth. She roamed his back passionately, as Ethan cried in joy in his mind as his hands squeezed and kneaded the dragon woman's enormous mammaries. He felt like he was squeezing two small basketballs, and unable to contain his euphoria went for firmer, harder gropes, making Daphne growl in lust.
Ethan immediately pulled back, "D-did you not like that...?" he asked shakily. Daphne looked away from him and smiled a bit, eyes half-closed and said: "You can squeeze harder."
Ethan couldn't believe his ears, but the whole scenario was very real. The pain in the cheeks he was continuously pinching was proof of that. It was then that he discarded his clothes as quickly as he could, the tie and shirt flew off first, followed by his shoes, socks and pants.
"Earthlings make use of lots of articles for clothing..." Daphne observed as she lie on her front at the wait on the bed. "Isn't it uncomfortable to wear them all the time? They don't even look like they'd protect you effectively."
Ethan laughed, for the first time in this entire, weird day, "I knew it. You guys don't wear anything when out of battle, right? Figures," he laughed.
"What does? Why would one want to be hindered by equipment when they aren't going to engage in battle?" Daphne questioned, but Ethan shook his head.
"That's okay, Daphne, let's leave that for another day."
With that, Ethan's boxers finally slid off and his rock hard pecker was finally presented to the dragoness. At seven full inches, it was a pretty large, and thick cock. She looked at him with a small frown, "Does it get bigger? It looks pretty hard to me."
"Ah-hahaha... n-no it doesn't..." Ethan's chest deflated, but half-expected that kind of reaction, given the height of the guards that were accompanying them. They were at least nine feet in height, titans among humans for sure. She then chuckled.
"Just kidding! Hehe," Ethan blushed as Daphne laughed, also for the first time in that weird day. She had planned on fighting a war for an army earlier, and now she was going to enjoy herself with a human for the first time. "Mmm, it looks pretty big to me."
A smile returned to Ethan as he approached the bed, sat besides Daphne, and then tried to strike conversation, "So uhm, have you ever..."
But before he could finish, the aroused dragoness let out a playful, but dominant growl and pounced her mate. He was right. They were in this together, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy it together.
Being a strong woman, she was quick to seize control of the position. Ethan was scared at first, since her handling was way stronger than any dominating woman he had ever slept with back on Earth, but Daphne seemed strangely gentle anyways. It half-worried him if she ever went crazy on him, but right now all seemed good. They locked lips again as she rested her hefty chest on his, and she straddled him, her crotch mere inches from his erection.
Lowering her hips softly, Daphne and Ethan moaned into each other's mouths as the penetration began. No longer than the head inside of Daphne's pussy, she suddenly drove her rump down, making both of them moan as she took his full seven inches at once. They parted in their kiss, and Ethan marveled at the warmth of her vagina enveloping his cock, the tight orifice hugging him snugly. "Damn, she's not a virgin, but sure feels like one!" he said to himself, grabbing by her sexy thighs for support as Daphne rode him like a cowgirl.
"Ahhh... Ethan, this feels so good..." Daphne moaned hotly, her bountiful tits jiggling as she raised and lowered her hips on his pole, feeling the pre-seminal fluid lubricating her insides. "It feels so good!" she yelped.
Ethan said nothing, and just pulled her into another kiss. He felt pleasure coursing through every part of his body as he felt her chest push into him again, as their tongues intertwined against each other; she had, as he expected, a lizard-like tongue, but at this time he didn't care, he was feeling pleasure unlike any other. He put his hand on one of her breasts and the other on one of her butt cheeks, and then began playing with them, increasing the pleasure she got from their intercourse.
Eventually, Ethan braved the unknown and attempted to turn the position, to which, as it turned out, she didn't mind. Ethan pulled her around, and they twisted for a moment as she was laid out on her belly, while he mounted her. "Ohhh, E-Ethan... I'd no idea... humans... could mate so well...!"
"Mmmm," moaned the human, "I won't disappoint you, I promise," Ethan grinned, and took her soft and slowly at first, but then picked his pace up, making her moan louder with every passing second. In a way, he was glad she had smashed the door shut in her earlier fit, but he had a feeling even if they caught them fucking, the guards would just pass it off at normal.
Without anymore worries, Ethan continued humping harder and faster, his orgasm building up. She was near her sexual climax as well, and it looked like they would come together. "Daphne... Mmmngh! I'm... I'm gonna release it...!" he announced, gritting his fangs as he talked through his moans of pleasure.
"Do it! Do it! Give me your sperm!" the princess demanded with a hiss of pleasure, feeling her pussy clench as she released her sexual juices. The pleasure increased almost ten-fold as Ethan's cock became snuggled by the tight love hole, and that triggered the young man's orgasm.
"F-fuck! Here I come!!!" he screamed out in bliss, blowing all of his load inside of Daphne.
"Mmmmmm...!" Daphne clenched her fangs together and clutched the covers of the bed, moaning in delight as she felt her body accept his fluids. "Oohhh... oh Ethan... that felt wonderful..."
"Oh, baby, you were great, too..." he smiled, finally collapsing on the dragoness. She lovingly wrapped her long tail around his leg, then separated from him only to cuddle him to her front, her face sank in-between her luscious breasts. "Mmmphh, mmh..." he tried to say something else, but was muffled by the large knockers. They both passed it as something unimportant, and she finally let him get some air.
"Thank you, Ethan... I want to be your mate. Will you be mine?"
Ethan blushed. He had never really considered a serious relationship before, but he not only had no choice here, but... even if ferocious and of alien origin, Daphne was a very attractive female, and not only that, but she was obviously falling for him. Maybe this encounter wouldn't prove to be so bad after all. "Yes. I want to be your mate."
"Then let's go at it again!" Daphne eagerly said.
"What, already?!"
The End. Sort of.