Eventful Beginnings 1
#1 of Rakeshea
Pavlor finished setting up his tent, and began to set the stones for his fire. The cool summer night was whispering gently against his fur. The spot he had chosen was well known to him; he had been here many times in the past. A stream of clear mountain water burbled just thirty feet away, trickling against smooth stones and sand.
He piled the wood in the center of the small pit, throwing tinder and dry brush along one side. He flicked his lighter and set the wood ablaze. Sitting down he places a metal grate over the fire, placing a stainless steel coffee bubbler and a pan with some chilled meat.
The sun was just about hidden when he began to eat, looking up at the sky, stars randomly hidden by wispy clouds. He picked up the meat with his fingers, holding the burning hot meal gingerly between his fingers.
His eyes shot upwards suddenly as he caught the glint of a shooting star above him. It streaked across the night sky and burned out. With a smile he leaned back, watching as the shower began.
It took an hour before the streaks of light became more common amongst the stars. Such a perfect night, the moon was almost new and the city lights were far away. He chewed on his dinner as nature provided him with a spectacular show.
Far above the campsite, a black and white skinned creature was watching a humanoid German Shepard eating and staring up at the sky. The ship's trajectory matched the falling meteorites', hiding itself among the burning chunks of rock. It moved the ship down into the atmosphere, the black colored underside camouflaging itself against the night sky.
The being turned, making some strange noises to a companion in a chair nearby. Though sounding mostly of chitters and squeals, the two creatures agreed that this would be a good specimen to study for compatibility.
They waited and watched; knowing soon the creature below would need sleep. Abduction of the specimen would be much easier when it was unconscious, and would cause fewer problems.
Pavlor watched the night sky for a long time. He couldn't tear himself away fro the beauty of the burning embers of the sky until sleep had nearly gripped him entirely. He rolled over, crawling the few feet into his tent and zipping up the entry. He slipped into the lightly padded sleeping bag and curled up inside.
An hour passed. He didn't awaken when the energy around him gently lifted his sleeping bag up, hovering a foot above the tent's floor. Even the hushed sound of the plastic zipper on the tent didn't rouse him. He stayed asleep as he was lifted into the alien ship, the lights dimmed and the black underside absorbed every ray of light. The hatch closed and the ship lifted off.
With a slightly stiff back, the canine awoke inside a dim chamber. The same color blue that was inside his tent colored the rounded walls. He reached lazily for the back he had beside him, his arm searching on something other than the vinyl floor of the tent. Scrunching up his face, he opened his bleary eyes and looked around. The last remnants of slumber quickly vanished, as he no longer recognized his surroundings.
Sitting upright in his sleeping bag, he pulled it around his body for comfort and protection. His mouth went dry while he scanned the room. No doors were visible, just a circular room where the floor and ceiling met the walls in rounded corners.
"H... Hello," he woofed out in an apprehensive tone. He didn't really expect an answer, but he tried again. "Hello, can anyone here me? Where are you?" The sound of metal sliding against something soft came from behind him, and he immediately turned to look.
A door slid open from the wall, it had melded perfectly into the metal and was entirely undetectable. It slid up to reveal a smaller chamber inside with an odd looking turtle-like shell. He stared at it, not seeing any movement under the hard, black covering. Then it lifted up a little off the ground. For a moment, Pavlor thought the things was levitating, but to his horror he saw there were hundreds of little tentacles underneath that helped the whole thing move fluidly.
He jumped out of his sleeping bag, not caring at the moment about the fact all he wore was his under shorts. He scampered to the opposite side of the chamber he was in, his heart beating furiously in his chest. The warm metal felt soft against his paws, which he held flat against the wall.
The thing moved slowly through the new doorway, and Pavlor could get a much better look at it. It had a black, shiny shell atop, almost exactly like a turtle's shell. Large plates had seemingly grown together atop this beast to form the protective covering. The small tentacles under looked too numerous to count, and two came out from under the shell with strange eye-like appendages. They easily zeroed in on the canine's position, his fur and shape stood out well against the silver wall.
Pavlor just pushed back, whimpering as he expected the worst. The thing stopped just fifteen feet from him, settling down and looking at him, the eyestalks moving this way and that, studying him. The canine had not moved, and he thought this might be confusing to the creature. He was correct in this assumption
The creature looked at him, waiting, wondering what it was that was before it. Pavlor didn't move an inch, blinking only when he had to and breathing slow. He desperately thought this thing might get bored and move away, not even contemplating where he might go.
A sudden squeaking and chittering sound came into the chamber, and the dog's ears instinctively perked up and swiveled. The sound hadn't come from the creature, it had come from the ceiling. The small motions clued the beast into what was before it, and the shell lifted up revealing its soft underside.
Hundred of wriggling, black tentacles were under with a puckered opening in the center. Pavlor closed his eyes and whined, expecting any second to be chewed up and digested by this horrific beast. Almost to give his assumptions weight, thick rubbery tentacles wrapped themselves around his wrists, ankles, chest and neck. The warm, almost moist sensations made his stomach turn as he was gripped. He opened his terror stricken eyes and looked at this thing, seeing the new, longer tentacles coming from the center. Three more came out, and he looked on like a deer caught in headlights.
One of them came up to his face, dancing before his eyes. He could see it dripping a light orange fluid, which dripped down to the floor as it wavered this way and that. It was keeping his attentions long enough for the other two to slip down and poke at his shorts. One rubbed over his sheath, poking and prodding while another bumped the fabric between the cleft of his cheeks.
He gasped, his fears melting away into a strange sort of excited bliss. This thing, maybe it didn't want to eat him, maybe it wanted something else! His ears unfolded from against his head and he watched as the two tentacles slipped and found the band that held his shorts snug and slipped under them. They pushed the white clothing down enough to expose his body to the air, and one of the eyestalks looked at his sheath.
A few gentle brushes across the bulging furry pouch brought a strong and electric pleasure to the canine. Had his dream come true? For all his life, since he could remember discovering his body and sex, he always dreamed of creatures in the universe that would feed off his cum. Many times he imagined plants and beasts that had ways of drawing forth cum from their victims for food or other uses.
The sudden realization of what this strange beast wanted flashed across his body like a heat wave. He closed his eyes opened his muzzle with a loud groan and the tentacle before him shot into his muzzle. He gagged a bit as it bumped against his throat and then pulled back. It looped around his snout and held his muzzle firmly shut. A thick, salty-sweet fluid dribbled onto his tongue. He swallowed it and it warmed his throat. Had he not been so heated with rushed ecstasy it would have instantly caused such a reaction.
The tube fastened onto his length, suckling down past the knot and locking onto it while the one poked under his tail and shot up inside him quickly. He felt it penetrate his body and coil inside, wriggling and rubbing against his inner walls. A slight heated rush flowed from his backside as fluid gushed out so rapidly it filled his cavity and began leaking out.
Without much more effort, his whole body stiffened and the tentacles forced his body down onto the floor on all four paws. Just before his cock exploded forth it's fluids, he felt his legs spread open a little more and something grip his tail, yanking it upwards.
Just as his muscles tensed and began to pump out his spunk, the tentacle inside his backside thrust and pounded against his prostate. The pleasure ripped through his cock and he screwed his eyes shut. His mind was lost in the moment, the pleasure slowly dieing down as he continued to ejaculate. It took the canine almost fifteen minutes to stop his flow, giving the alien beast plenty from which to feed. It then released him and hid under its huge shell, letting its victim rest on the warm, metal floor.
Watching the monitor from the control room, the black and white colored aliens watched, pleased with the results of this little experiment. One alien looked to the other with a grin across his wide mouth. The two resembled aquatic creatures, Orcas to be exact. They chattered to each other in their own dialect.
"I believe we found a match for our uses. The ferute back home will have a good source of food."
The other one nodded, looking on as the big ferute was hiding under it's shell, digesting it's meal.