The Best Christmas Present Ever
Normally when one hears on the news or reads about someone claiming to be abducted by aliens, the notion is easily laughed off as someone having a mental break from sanity. No one likes to think about how the world would change if aliens were actually real. No one wants to think about how interactions with other sentient species could change the course of history, for better or for worse. So many choose to ignorantly believe that, until proven otherwise, there is no sentient life elsewhere in the universe.
That belief changed for Fletcher Earnshaw and his father during one cold December. It was almost Christmas, and the elder bear had just finished stringing up the lights on the exterior of the house. "Son, set aside that college work for a few minutes and help me with the Christmas tree," Victor puffed. Although the grizzly was relatively fit - some would even say buff - for his age, he still needed help to carry in the large tree - the Earnshaws cut their own tree the old fashioned way, thank you very much - and decorate it.
Fletcher sighed, setting his history coursebook on the living room table and heading towards the door to help his father with the tree. Compared to Victor, Fletcher was nothing but a twig to his father's tree, a tall but scrawny and poorly muscled bear who was barely able to lift the tree's top while his father hefted the greater weight of the trunk.
Once the tree was in place, the older grizzly stood proudly with his arm around his son's shoulders. "That's a fine tree right there," he said gruffly. Fletcher, though not a tree enthusiast, had to agree with his father. It was tall, but not so tall that it brushed the ceiling of their home; wide, but not so wide that it became an annoyance to circumnavigate. It was in perfect condition, none of the branches missing and none of the needles having fallen out. It was, in all, a very impressive specimen for a Christmas tree.
It took the pair a little under an hour to decorate the tree with tinsel, homemade ornaments, and a small angel at the very top of the tree. Though not a very religious fur, Fletcher liked to think that the angel symbolized his mother watching the two.
"Can I get back to my coursework now, Dad?" the younger grizzly asked with a furtive glance towards his work. It was already after dark, and the bear wanted to get as much of his assignment done as possible. Fletcher was a bit behind in his class work and he was determined to use the break, despite the fact that it was a holiday, to catch up on his assignments.
"Of course. I'll see you in the morning, son." Victor climbed the stairs to the second floor of the house, where the bedrooms were.
Fletcher stayed up far past midnight working. His current assignment was to write a twelve-page essay on the war tactics of the Central Powers during World War II. Groaning, the grizzly switched on his laptop and began the menial task of scouring the internet for information to use in his project.
At just before two a.m., he finally decided to get some sleep and shut everything off. As Fletcher shuffled to the stairway, a strange growling and clicking noise from the exterior of the house caught his attention. Straining his senses, he tried to hear more, but the only thing audible was the sound of tinny Christmas music from the neighbor's front yard. Giving a mental shrug, the bear trudged up the narrow steps.
As he reached the final step, Fletcher heard the sound again, this time from inside the house. He froze, the floor creaking beneath his bare feet as he stepped on a loose board. The bear scanned the darkened hallway, but was unable to make anything out other than the normal shapes of the house.
He waited a minute more in the silence of the hall. Finally convinced that the sound was nothing more than a figment of his imagination, he walked the few steps to his own room. But before he opened the door, it swung inward to reveal a monstrous hulking creature in the doorway.
The first thing that really caught his notice was its eyes. They were bulbous, milky white, but still seemed capable of sight. Each were as big as the bear's fist. The scales on its lizard-like visage were amazon green, but as the scales moved down its body they shifted to become more burnt orange in color. It bellowed in that strange growling and clicking noise, and Fletcher heard an answering call come from down the hall. From his father's room.
The younger bear spun and bolted to his father's room. He heard the creature lumbering after him and increased his speed, using the doorframe to swing himself into the room. There was another one of the aliens in Victor's room, cradling his unconscious father close to its chest as it lowered itself out of the window. It looked mildly shocked when it saw the bear skid to a stop in the middle of the room, and it made a gurgling noise in the back of its throat. Then it let go of the window ledge and disappeared from sight.
Fletcher let out a cry of shock and stepped forward, but something huge and scaly wrapped itself around his waist. He looked down to see a three-fingered hand dragging him toward the creature that had followed him from his room. The bear opened his mouth to plead, to scream for help, something, but before he could get a sound out something heavy and wet smacked him in the back of the head and knocked him unconscious.
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It was something warm and wet that knocked Fletcher out, and something wet that woke him up. A wet, flexible digit worked at the bear's puckered tailhole. Shocked into full awareness, the grizzly tried to struggle, but quickly found that he was strapped to a chair. Much like a massage chair, it had a hole at one end, but instead of being at the head end of the chair, the hole was positioned at Fletcher's rear, allowing any passerby full access.
As the slippery appendage worked its way into the grizzly's anal passage, Fletcher cast his gaze around the room to get some sense of where he might be. There wasn't much else in the room besides the chair that he was strapped in. There was a door, yes, and a mirror that he assumed was a window on the other side. Beside his chair there was a cart with various medical tools, mainly syringes and multiple vials of diverse shades of colors. Some were of colors that the bear had never even imagined before, let alone seen. The last thing that Fletcher noticed were a pair of three-toed feet sticking out from beneath his chair.
With a somewhat wet 'pop,' whatever had been pressing at the grizzly's tailhole finally made its way in, causing him to cry out from the invasion. It was thick, thicker than the young grizzly's own girth, and longer as well. It was also surprisingly dextrous, able to move around and stroke his insides as the bear yelled out and struggled against his restraints. Each time the tip of the thing pressed against Fletcher's prostate, he saw black spots from the intense pleasure that was coursing through his thin frame.
As it rammed against his prostate a final time, causing his muscles to clench down as if milking the strange appendage, Fletcher noticed for the first time that he was hooked up to some sort of machine that descended from the ceiling. It had been difficult to perceive at first due to the fact that much of the machinery was transparent. A sheath had been fitted around his cock, as if melded to the flesh. A clear tube ascended from the tip of the sheath through a hole in the ceiling. Fletcher could feel suction starting up from the other end of the line as his orgasm hit him, harvesting his seed and delivering it to who knew where.
The bear had never cum so much in his entire life. Even as he was still cumming, the strange appendage inside him twisted and twirled, stroking at each of his sensitive spots. Each time he thought he was done, it battered at his prostate again, forcing another spurt of jizz from his aching dick. Finally, no matter how much the digit poked or prodded, it could coax no more out of the tired grizzly. Fletcher groaned in relief as he felt the thing slide out of his pucker.
A reptilian alien crawled out from underneath the grizzly's bed. Its colors were the inverse of the ones he had seen earlier - orange on top, but green on the bottom. Giving its captive a toothy grin, it patted the bear's sore balls with a four-digit hand. At Fletcher's whimper of discomfort, the alien stuck out its extremely long, dexterous tongue, revealing what exactly had been in the bear's ass, and then it did the strangest thing - it gave the fur a thumbs up.
Worn out from being kidnapped by alien creatures and then having one's tongue stuck up his ass, the young grizzly fell asleep with little thought to where his father was or what the aliens were going to do with him next.
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Gthrlknrln, known as Gthrl to - well, no one - was not a patient lrnvtr. There was much to do, and the lrnvtr under his command were some of the laziest creatures he had ever known. Already today he had had to tear apart pairs who had snuck away to pleasure each other. The commander grunted in annoyance. It wasn't that he also didn't enjoy a good rimming every once in a while, but right now there were more important things to think about.
Shoving his way through the crowded hallway, the reptilian juggernaut headed to the processing cells to check on the new supplies. The first, Gthrlknrln decided, wasn't much to look at. It was short and stocky, coarse brown hairs covering its entire body. Its misshapen body looked ugly compared to the beautiful multihued scales of the lrnvtr. Glancing at the sperm counter on a screen next to the resource's chair, the commander grunted in disapproval. The numbers were nowhere near high enough for his liking.
The commander entered the cell, growling at the attendant to leave him and the captive alone. He suppressed a gurgling laugh at the speed with which the lower lrnvtr hastened to obey his command. Turning his attention back to the supply, Gthrlknrln surveyed the vials arranged on a cart next to the chair.
On the far left was a milky white liquid. He knew it to be a very potent aphrodisiac which more than one lrnvtr had been caught and executed for stealing, as it was meant to be used on the resources alone. The commander grabbed a spare syringe and extracted a small amount from the vial. The supply twisted and babbled at him in some lesser language as he grabbed its shaft, inserting the needle at the base and pressing the plunger.
As the commander removed the needle, he could already see the aphrodisiac taking effect. The captive's cock hardened at an alarming rate, becoming so engorged with blood that it turned purple. The rigid pole bounced with each of the resource's heartbeats. Commander Gthrlknrln leaned in and gently blew on it, satisfied to see a small river of precum begin to flow from the tip.
The next vial in line was a translucent blue fluid that seemed to slosh on its own. The lrnvtr grinned to himself as he tossed the used syringe in a waste vent in the wall - no need to risk the fragile health of his captives, after all - and fished a fresh one out of a container on the underside of the cart. As he injected each of the resource's testicles with the serum, the small river of precum became a flood as its reproductive system kicked into overdrive.
The supply was practically humping the air at this point, its senses overloaded by the feelings overwhelming its shaft and gonads. Chuckling to himself, Gthrlknrln pulled the harvesting equipment down from the ceiling, settling the form-seeking sheath over its cock and attaching the tube which harvested the seed and transported it to the sorting facility.
The lrnvtr crossed to the door and beckoned in his subordinate, clicking to let the other know that the supply was ready to be harvested. The lesser one's face brightened as he stooped beneath the resource's chair, his tongue extending to prod at its tailhole. Gthrlknrln shook his head as he walked to the cell containing the other new arrival, wondering how the lesser lrnvtr could be so happy performing such trivial tasks as harvesting semen for their queen mother, despite the fact that a lrnvtr's tongue was as sensitive as the cock of any other creature.
The second new supply was taller but slimmer than the first. The commander thought he could detect a certain similarity between the two, but who knew with these subraces. The sperm count for this one was much higher than the first, high enough that it pleased him greatly. He debated what the effects would be of administering the same drugs he had given to the other resource, since this one already seemed to have a great output, but he finally shrugged and prepared the needles anyway. The more seed this captive prepared, the more brothers his queen mother would produce for him, and that would be beneficial for all.
Gthrlknrln barely had time to fit the equipment over the resource's quivering shaft before it blew its load, a great torrent of white stretching the hose as it was vacuumed up towards the ceiling. Even the commander was surprised by the sheer amount of seed it produced. The drugs must be very potent on this one, he reflected as he left the room.
Now that he was assured the new supplies were settled in and producing the most they were capable of, the commander headed towards a section of the ship that was known for a handful of the reptilian creatures whoring themselves out. Seeing the captives produce his thousands of new brothers had caused the lrnvtr's cock-like tongue to swell in his mouth, and he could really use a rimjob.
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Fletcher had no idea how much time had passed since he had been brought onto the ship. The lights were always on in his room, so his days were counted by his ability to sleep. Due to the drugs the creatures consistently gave him, however, the ends of his days were few and far between. Much of the time the grizzly was in a near-constant haze of sheer pleasure from the constant state of orgasm that his body was kept in.
When he had time to think, which happened even less frequently than he slept, Fletcher thought of his father. Was Victor enduring this same type of pseudo-torture? If not, what was being done with him? In his dreams the grizzly watched as his father was repeatedly abused and harvested by the lizard-like beings that had captured them.
It shocked him when the day came that he was finally released from his bed. When he stood his legs were so weak that the creature that took care of him was forced to support the bear's entire weight. Thoughts of fleeing entered his mind as he was led out into a bare hallway, but Fletcher knew that in his current state there was no way he would ever get away from the one lizard-thing that was supporting him, let alone find his father and make an escape. He tried to pull away from the creature's grasp in order to gain some independence, but it simply hissed and clacked at him, tightening its grip around his arm.
Subdued, the grizzly allowed himself to be led through the base. He quickly lost count of how many turns they made as they moved. Fletcher's heart sank. There was no way to escape from this place. Not unless he could somehow turn one of the creatures to his side. And that was highly improbable. From what he had seen, the lizard-things all defected to a leader. Fletcher thought he had seen the leader once, when he was first given the drugs to help him produce more semen. But he had no idea if that creature was the leader of the entire horde, or even how far up the chain of command went.
Finally he was pushed into a large circular room that contained nothing but - eggs. Eggs upon eggs were piled high against the wall, each with its own distinct green-and-orange pattern bescaled upon it. Fletcher gaped in awe. He had never seen so many eggs before, not even in the grocery store at home. The monster beside him chittered something happily, reaching down to pat the grizzly's junk before pointing at the hundreds of melon-sized eggs.
It took the bear several long moments to understand. This was what he was being used for. He was simply a vessel, used to make more of those... things. Despite the horror he couldn't help but feel, he also felt a bit proud. Fletcher had helped to make all of these little alien beasts.
A gurgling chortle from his companion made him realize that the sight of the scaled eggs had aroused him. The grizzly had hardly noticed. He was so used to the aphrodisiacs in his system that he had forgotten what it was like not to be hard.
The reptilian creature dropped to its knees before him, versatile tongue extending from its maw as it reached for the grizzly's cock. Unthinkingly Fletcher took a step backward, out of the creature's reach. Before the thing could touch him again, the door slid open and two more beings stepped into the room.
One was yet another of the reptilian creatures, near-identical in appearance to his own caretaker. The other figure, however, was Victor, staring around the room in a drug-induced haze.
"Dad!" The younger grizzly stumbled towards his father, situation forgotten in his relief. The elder bear simply gave his son a blank stare, as if not comprehending his identity. "Dad? It's me, Fletcher," he repeated, somewhat confused by his father's lack of response.
"Son," replied the elder bear, his eyes snapping to the younger's face for a moment before drifting away again. "Fletcher. Son," he mumbled.
Fletcher realized with mounting horror that the potent aphrodisiacs had broken his father's mind, leaving him little more than a shell. Even as he came to this realization he couldn't help but watch as his father's hand drifted down to the younger bear's cock, stroking at the hard shaft. "D-dad?!" he exclaimed in a panic, attempting to push the elder bear's hand away. Instead of being discouraged, however, the grizzly only tightened his grip as he masturbated his son's length.
The young bear didn't try to stop his father again as precum began to bubble out of his tip. Eyes half-closed in pleasure, he let out a groan as he shifted his hips forward, allowing his father better access to his shaft. Any thoughts that the act was taboo had since fled from his mind - they had been captured and drugged by aliens, so why should this be any stranger? With a mewl of approval, the taller bear put a hand on the elder's shoulder as a signal for him to get down on the ground.
As the elder grizzly obeyed, Fletcher noted that the lizard-like beings themselves were engaged in sex. Or as sexual an act as could be performed without any genitals. The one that had brought him here - or was it his father's? He could never tell these things apart - was on all fours, the other creature tonguing its tailhole fervently. Inspired by their performance, the grizzly positioned himself behind his father, pressing his cock up against the elder bear's asshole.
Victor, for his part, moaned like the mind-broken slut he was, wriggling his hips as he pressed back against his son's cock. Even without lubrication, Fletcher found it fairly easy to slip into his father's anal passage. As he began to slowly hump his father's rump, he gave mental thanks to the creatures who had made this easier for him. He could feel the ever-near orgasm quickly approaching at the feel of warm flesh surrounding him, so the grizzly sped up, determined to get as much out of the encounter as possible before blowing his load.
The elder bear was moaning like a bitch in heat, clenching his tailhole around his son's cock and reaching down to jack his own. Gritting his teeth, the young grizzly held back his orgasm - which was difficult, considering he'd been harvested for his semen for who-knew-how-long - and continued to pound into Victor's tight hole. Finally with a low grunt, Fletcher bottomed out, his balls slapping against his father's furred rear as he released his seed.
Pulling out with a smirk, Fletcher cast his gaze around the room, glancing over his eggs and the furiously copulating creatures on the floor near them. Deep down he'd always had a bit of a thing for his stronger, older father, and being captured by these beings had given him the chance to make good on the normally taboo act. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, despite the fact he was being used to breed more of the alien creatures. They had given him the best Christmas present possible.