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When I woke up, the ceiling that was above me was the same as the one I saw yesterday and the day before: white but leaning on the grey side of the spectrum, though it may have been my eyesight that was messing with me. With luck, I’d see it tomorrow and then the day after that and so on until the day of my death, which these days was not something people weren’t thinking of a couple of times a day.

I got up, putting my feet on the equally white floor, where the area that my skin made contact with the metal lit up. From the print of my soles a light spread throughout the small room I had been confined in and then I wasn’t in partial darkness anymore. On the wall to my right I could see a clock, light on a smooth wall, showing me that it was currently ten in the morning, but that didn’t matter at all. What use time had when you had nothing to do? I mean, I could try and have fun with my hands but that didn’t sound interesting at all right now.

I stood motionless for a couple of long minutes, waiting for something to happen, anything at all, but as always, just as the several weeks before this day, the world was silent and it could have been dead for all I knew and cared. The sleeve of my clothes vibrated slightly and caught my attention: on the synthetic fibres, impossibly soft and durable, a series of symbols that I didn’t know the meaning of appeared, translated in moments to ones that I could actually read. I memorized the weird characters, as it was the one interesting thing that happened these days to me and hoped that I could remember them the day after and soon get a hold of the language of my jailors.

Lunch will be in two hours, shower time in one.

Now, this was something I was happy to read! For a moment I was really and genuinely happy to know that I was getting a shower, which meant physical contact with actual human beings and maybe even the chance to talk with one and then I realized, once again, how sad it sounded. For me, a healthy male in his early twenties, to be elated to hear that someone was allowing me to have a shower and talk to my people and be happy about it, only made me think how low I had fallen from the grace of god.

I mean, I’m not religious, but if I was, I’d be mad at whatever god I believed in for allowing something so horrible to happen to me. I had been in this cell for close to three months and I had gotten twelve showers, one every week, which should have been utterly horrible and it kind of was, but I had gotten used to it. It made the few times I met people all the more worth it, and the jailors knew that, punishing us by removing even that when they were not pleased with our behaviour. For a moment I thought of the life I had before, before I got captured and I found out with some unease that it wasn’t as clear and defined as it was a month ago. The boredom and the lack of contact sure were working wonders on me. Was this the purpose of our owners? Make us lose our minds and see how long each one of us took to break?

With deep breath I tried to remember who I was and what I did before, just to make sure that I wasn’t forgetting. It may sound stupid to someone who’s not in my condition, but memories are all I have in this very moment and I am not willing to lose them.

I was a student, a recent graduate out of the dream college for which I had been studying all my life and somehow gotten in with a scholarship that covered most of my expenses. I was ecstatic when I had started the first lessons and well, you know how college goes after that: horrible hours, sleepless nights, projects to present and wild parties, some of which ended in a good fuck and whatnot, some even with a man or two. It’s college, time to expand your mind, right? If I expand something else that’s my business. That said… I went through the best years of my life and then I found myself graduating and then with a full time job that, just as many others, had nothing to do with what I studied. I took courses as translator for several languages, including Chinese, Japanese, Arabic and of course, English and my job was… well, I don’t want to talk about it, it’s pointless, the building has been blown up a while ago by some construction company after my boss declared bankruptcy and fled to the Caribbean with his new wife. Figures. I was about to submit my resume to a whole lot of different employers but then the bombs dropped.

Oh, right, the bombs, weird how I had forgotten about those… funny how time makes things look so different. Ok, Bombs with the capital B… How did it all began? Yes, I was going to get groceries and then, just like in those bad D rated movies, the sky lit up and everything went to shit. Internet got wiped in seconds and without that there wasn’t much we mere humans could do to get a clue of what the hell was happening. I called home, but the line was down and no one seemed to have the faintest of signals anywhere at all, not even the old payphones by the road were of any help.

I rushed to my apartment and it was just in time as people started acting weird and running to get cover. I looked outside and a fucking spaceship was letting hell loose around the city. I never quite liked the old Hansen Tower that ruined the artificial landscape, but seeing it blow up was not nice at all, especially when pieces of it fell in the street in front of my window so I did the one thing I could do: I holed up. For two weeks. With a tub full of water and boiling noodles all the while to get by. That and energy bars I stole from the gym downstairs.

But it wasn’t enough: I got out to scavenge food and on my way to the convenience shop they came and captured me. I froze like a deer on a highway when I saw their weapons pointed at me. I expected the aliens to be like the old grey heads that are everywhere and in every show that talks about them and when I looked at the short but heavily armoured aliens, the cover on their smaller bodies completely blocked my view of what they actually looked like underneath. It could have been anything and to this day, I hadn’t had a chance to see under the elongated helmet or the plates of their protective clothing. They are always with that insane amount of cover on them. I know they are small, smaller than me by a good foot, and I’m barely five feet nine, if I stand on my toes a little but size isn’t worth mentioning when they have actual railguns in their little hands. Speaking of toes, one of the few things I managed to put together was they their legs and ended in some sort of digitigrade stance, give how different their bone structure was, if they had bones at all… How do I know they are railguns? I’m a nerd… and I like shooting with my grandpa, and whatever they used on me was not gunpowder or chemical based.

The clothes vibrated again and told me I had half an hour. Time flies when you remember stuff, reason for which I do it all day, every day. It keeps me sane, I think. Maybe. I hope. I guess.

Things kind of dragged their ass on the carpet from there: I was undressed, washed, dressed with the same clothes I have on now and fed three times a day, two when I got up late. For a prison it was lax.

I looked to my right and stared at the wall, empty as it could get, white, grey, whatever. There was a door there, I knew there was a door since it was on the right of the bed and I went through it a dozen times. In about three minutes it would opne and then I’d get my weekly share of social interaction in the shape of a shower. I waited until he clock on the wall signalled eleven o’ clock and when time came, I put my back on the left wall and stood there like the good prisoner I was. They came though the door, or they should have.

Instead of seeing the wall in front of me open as usual, for some reason, I felt my back lose the sensation of support and my arms flailed in search of something to hold on to but failed. In a split second I was on the floor and knocked my head onto the cold metal tiles like an idiot. How could have I mistaken right with left? I looked around and saw at least three sets of legs surround me. I broke into a cold sweat: last time someone did something this stupid, I had not seen them for a month and when they came back, well, it wasn’t pretty so I did the one thing I hoped that could save my sorry ass from solitary confinement, more solitary at that, and knelt on the ground, head pressed against the floor. They didn’t do anything.

“Sorry.” At least, I hoped that was what I said. The weird language they had was a raspy mix of clicks and hissing sounds, which had caused me a few sore throats when I practiced it in my cell.

I had seen one of the aliens bump into another a while back and I was now doing the same thing as it did, same position and repeating ‘sorry’ over and over. Unless I was actually saying something like ‘fuck you’ since I had mistaken their words and intention, I maybe had a chance to save myself. The punishment that I thought would come didn’t come, for now. I still kept my head low until I felt a small but strong hand grab my arm and yank me on my feet, finding a helmet staring at me from below my eye level. I stared back and then the one that had grabbed me released the grip and poked me in the back with its gun, quickly saying a few words which were probably either ‘move’ or ‘you are so fucked and you’ll be sent to the gulag’. Possibly the second option.

When I didn’t get thrown into a hole in the floor and was just pushed into the corridor that led to the showers, I felt relieved, maybe I had indeed nailed the ‘sorry’ and they had accepted my apology.

“James!” A familiar voice echoed from the shower and I raised my eyes until I met the ones of young man around my age, with dreadlocks that looked out of place on his far too white skin but gave him the idea of a children of the flowers in the seventies.

“Bran! Still alive I see…” He chuckled and lowered his gaze when the guards pushed me inside, hissing as always, though today I felt that there was something different in the tone of their voices. It might have been my imagination or a lack of understanding of their language, both likely. “I’m happy to see you.” We hugged and I felt the wet and naked body of the six feet two man press against mine. Before I’d have been weirded out to get hugged by a naked man in a shower but being as starved for human contact as we were, no one complained. If anything, there was a couple of men kissing in the farthest shower from the door.

“Same.” He squeezed my ass and giggled. “Always with a nice bottom…” The look in his eyes was the kind that I had learned to understand in college, the one of a man hoping the other would concede some fun time. I frowned, the idea was not so bad right now.

“No, I’m not bending over, this place is enough of a prison as it is.”

“Should I throw your soap on the floor and have you pick it up?” I raised an eyebrow.

“How about you pick it up?” I took the plastic packet on the shelf next to me and tossed it on the shower floor, right under the flow of hot water. I saw him look at me for a few long seconds and then go for the soap and bend comically, cheeks spread towards me. I was left speechless. “Dude…”

“Listen, I need this, I really do. It’s been three months without feeling anything other than my hand and I even miss my toys, so either you get here and fuck me, or I come and fuck you.” Bran moved the mass of locks out of the way and gave me a look that I could not really place as it was something between pleading and ordering. It might have been the lack of anything resembling sex for months or even just the fact that he was kind of hot, with all the water running over his still muscled body and pooling at his feet, or the already half-hard uncut piece of meat he had between his legs, but I was finding myself hard pressed not to get hard. He sighed. “Sorry, it’s… I just want to unload.”

“I could help you unload…” A mocking voice came from a shower stall not to far from us and a shaved head, leaning on the bald, peeked out of the water. “Fags like it when a big man takes them, right?” We both scoffed bit Bran did it far longer than I did.

“Kyle, fags don’t like when an asshole goes around thinking that just because we like cock, then they can come and stick it in. I have standards…” Kyle flipped him the bird. “You’d be the person I let in my ass after the aliens.” The shaved man pretended to gag and returned to his shower. “Fucking prick.”

“Sorry Bran, I… Is there any other way for me to help you? Aside from fucking you?” I really wanted to help him, he was one of the few nice people in this whole place and one I could relate to. If there was something I could do to make him feel better, then I’d be happy to oblige, though the sex part was now not so appealing, with Kyle around the corner.

“Let me blow you then.” I raised my eyebrows… “I’m serious, it’s going to be quick you’ll like it.” He patted my back, now just as bare as his since I had undressed myself a couple minutes before.

“What makes you think it’ll be quick?”

“James, James, James… the amount of cock that has been in my mouth and left a present there is enough to make me believe you won’t last three minutes…” He seemed confident at least.

“Now that you put it this way, I can’t back down from a challenge.” I was not the prideful type, I never was, but I was pretty sure he could not get me to come in that little time. His cock twitched in expectation and he knelt in front of me. I stepped in the stream of water and placed my crotch in line with his face. “Go wild…”

“You don’t have to tell me twice…” I was pretty sure that Kyle was watching from his shower stall but I didn’t care, not at this point. First I had lost the embarrassment from being in a room full of naked men, then the one that came from hugging said men and now getting blown from one of the previously mentioned naked men. “You have a nice dick. Had we met before, I’d have asked you out.”

“Ehm, thanks?” I took in a sharp breath as Bran cupped my balls and cradled them. It might have been the weeks of abstinence or something, but it felt damn good to have someone touch me. He opened his mouth and took in my half-hard member and began sucking on it and I’ll be damned, I may not last two minutes, to hell with three… “God, you’re good.” He smirked and bobbed harder, mouth full of cock like a good slut, all six inches well inside him and slathered with saliva. I humped weakly but quickly found out it was better to let him do all the work and take me to a climax faster than I had anticipated. It was almost at the three minute mark, so close, that I groaned and grabbed his head and mashed it against the soft and wet fuzz of my crotch, spurting all I had inside him.

“You even taste good as you look.” He licked the last drop I sent on his face with a smirk. “Told you I was the best.”

“I’m not sure I’d take pride in this, but thanks.” I looked below and saw that he had been stroking himself to his own orgasm, lost in the water drain. “Sorry I couldn’t last more.”

“I’d fine, we should enjoy what we have. If they let us have more time or even share rooms, I’d love to tap your ass a few times, but I’ll settle with this quickie.” He shrugged and I almost felt bad for him. “I don’t wish for much but maybe more than one shower a week would be nice.” Bran looked up, maybe at the sky, or maybe at some hidden camera, praying to receive that little present from the higher power that held us here. I wasn’t a religious man, but if I were, I’d have long since began to blame any god for my current situation.

“Sure and then also ask for a box of condoms maybe…” He pretended to think about if for a second or two and then smirked, getting the soap that was still on the floor and tossing to me.

I finished cleaning myself and got my clothes back on when the aliens came back for us, more than usual. All of us, including Kyle and the men in the back, all moved a few steps back, fearing something that might or might have not come. One of the guards pointed at me and said a few words, which in that very moment sounded very, very scary, whatever they might have meant. I almost slipped on the still wet tiles as one closed in on me and grabbed my arm like before, dragging me in front of a slightly taller alien that had a few squiggles on its chest, unlike the rest of the guards. The helmet rose and fell as it looked at me and then the alien turned on its heels, barking an order.

Two guards grabbed my arms and pushed me out of the shower room, my wet feet not allowing me to gain any traction on the floor and help me resist them. I wanted to scream but nothing came out of my mouth. Though small, the aliens had no trouble dragging me around the place until I felt like walking but still held onto me with a vicious grip.

Ten minutes, ten horribly long minutes later, they threw me into a room, empty and bare save for a table with two chairs that hovered above the floor and closed the door behind me. I slammed my fists against the unbreakable metal slab and begged not to be killed but nothing happened for an eternity. I waited and waited, sitting in the chair when I could not be sure that I’d be able to stand anymore and waited some more.

What were they trying to do by taking me here and letting me soak in my sweat and fear? Was this what they did to people that they didn’t like? Was this punishment? What was going to happen to me?

My heart skipped a beat when the flat surface of the wall in front of me slid open and revealed a large soldier, for their standard. It wasn’t a guard for sure, it had way too much armour on and carried two guns, one strapped on its back and one on its waist, both humming weakly, loaded and ready to fire at any time? Was I going to be executed?

All the doubts and fears I had washed away when something else happened and someone else entered the room I was in: it was just as big as the soldier but lacked the armour and weapons that the alien had, covered in what could only have been scales of a pale pink. I had wondered what they looked like underneath and I was now getting my answer. The reptile staring at me from its five feet of height sat in front of me, the chair rising just so that its slitted eyes would be at my level, clawed hands resting on the table and legs crossed over each other. Its tail rested motionless behind it and flicked from time to time, left and right with not pattern. On its head were a small pair of horns that pointed backwards and curled into a spiral that was about three inches long at the very best, nestled on a small and slender head that in turn was sitting on a long neck and an equally slender frame.

I swallowed all the non-existent saliva in my mouth and waited yet again as the lizard or whatever that was tapped the table and punched a few glyphs on the screen that appeared on it moments later. A pregnant silence gripped the room, interrupted by the taps of the claws on the crystal table.

“So… James Kurtz, do you know why you’re here?” I think my jaw fell when I heard the alien speak in a perfect English, better than some people I knew, any accent it might have had almost impossible to detect, almost…. Mechanical. It stared at me for a few seconds. “Hello?” The alien waved a scaled hand with four fingers in front of me and shook me awake.

“Y-yes… I mean…. N-n-no.”

“Ok then….” it sighed. “You somehow managed to learn a few words of our language, correct?” I nodded. “And you have knelt in front of three guards after you fell on you back, correct?” I nodded again. The alien tapped a few strings of glyphs on the crystal. “Why did you do so and why did you say those words?” I took a deep breath. Come on, I can do this…

“I… ehm, I saw, I saw some guard a month ago do the same after… bumping into another guard… I just… thought it meant ‘sorry’.” The alien raised what could have been an eyebrow but lacked the hair, tail flicking erratically behind it. “I-I guessed it was some apology or… some… some cultures on Earth require people to kneel when offending someone of, ehm, higher status.”

“Why did you feel the need to kneel and… beg for forgiveness, is that the term? Why?”

“I didn’t want to get killed or sent in isolation.” The alien tapped a few more glyphs. “I heard you put humans who offend you for months in cells that are smaller than the ones we have, give us less food and take away the weekly shower.” There was a hiss from the alien and its eyes thinned to a mere line. I shrunk in my clothes. “Please don’t kill me.”

“You’re telling me that something like that happens? That we ‘punish’ rebellious humans with complete isolation? What did these humans do?”

“Ehm…” better be honest, right? “Bump… into a guard? Not get out of the shower fast enough?” I almost whispered those words. I had seen Mike, one of the ones I saw in my block, get dragged screaming out of the shower two months ago and reappear only two weeks ago. “Are you going to send me in isolation as well?” Another hiss.

“No, we’re not, in fact… no one should have been sent to isolation.” Those words left me confused and the alien spoke again. “This is highly unethical and just a play of power from some guard. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll be sure to punish those that have acted that way.” It didn’t, not really, but I felt at leas relieved that I’d not be the next one in the isolation chambers. “How did you manage to pronounce our language?”

“I’m, I’m a linguist, it’s what I do. Learn languages, I mean.” Another eyebrow raise. Was it impressed?

“How many can you speak?”

“Chinese, Japanese, English and Arabic, one or two dialects as well.” I remembered the insane amount of work I needed to do to get where I was. “It was my dream job to be a translator.”

“How unfortunate you got captured, you’d have been useful to us.” I doubt that. “Do you know why you were captured?” I shook my head. “Because you managed to hold on your own for longer than most humans.”

“I-I just holed up in my apartment.”

“True, but it’s still impressive. Most humans went mad when we arrived, looting and killing was not uncommon when we landed and the fact that you were alive and not involved in any unlawful actions was… a show of a decent character. The soldiers took a liking to how compliant you were and thought you’d be useful for something.”

“Then why have you kept me here for three months? Without anything to do?” There was a pregnant silence.

“Because we had bigger problems to deal with than a lone human in our jails. There are still many pockets of stupid and stubborn fighters down on the planet who hold on and refuse to surrender but now that you have been brought to my attention, I think I have a few uses for you.” Another pause.

“We’re not on Earth, right?” A nod. “Spaceship?”

“Correct.” Fuck… had it not been a space jail, I’d have loved even the mere idea of being on one not to speak live on one for months.

“What are you planning to do to me now?” Please don’t do anything weird… please.

“You showed talent in our language, seeing as how you understood the actions and pronounced our words correctly so we’ll be teaching you how to speak properly and act as translator for us.” My jaw dropped again. “I’ll let you know that many species we met had a much harder time in learning our tongue even with the help of teachers, which makes me hope that you will learn fast, seeing as you taught yourself after hearing the words a couple of times.” The alien got up and stood at the entrance of the room, the soldier holding a hand on the gun on its waist to remind me not to get up.

“Wh-what should I do then?”

“You will be transferred somewhere else and then you’ll begin the lessons. Oh, we also expect that you teach us the finer points of your culture. We may have obtained the contents of your Internet before dropping the EMP bombs, but we still lack the proper explanations from one of you humans.”

The door closed behind the soldier and I was left alone, slumped on the chair, heart beating madly but filled with a weird form of happiness. Finally, after so many months of pure and unadulterated boredom, I could do something that was worth living for!

I’d have been fine with just… reading or even knitting, but learning their language? Teaching them? I had dreamed of such an event when I was little, I had dreamed of being in contact with an unknown culture for so long I couldn’t wait to begin. There was some fear lingering in my heart but it was trumped by the idea of finally being able to escape the loop of boredom they had thrown me in. I thanked the guard that made that little mistake and my own that allowed me to be noticed.

I had to say goodbye to Bran for the time being, something that seemed to break his poor heart enough to let me see that very clearly and I promised I’d make sure I’d come back, though we both knew it was not up to me to choose when or if I’d be able to.

“Come.” Ranalia, the pink one that talked to me, was also taking me to the new quarters I’d live in for the foreseeable future, with a hefty escort composed of five heavily armoured soldiers, who, weirdly enough, were there for her protection and not to keep me in line and that left me rather confused. Had she not told me she was a she, I’d have though she was male, but after a few seconds of thought, the colouration of her body and her frame did suit more a female even by human standards. “I am sure you must be wondering why we came to Earth.”

“More or less…”

“Truth be told, it was a coincidence, our probes found the emissions of your machines and we followed them to your planet. We tried to come and talk you humans into joining the wider galaxy but the envoy we sent was kind of killed and experimented on for a few years.” Now, this was weird.

“I guess the nutjobs that claimed to be abducted are real then…” Who would have guessed. Ranalia hissed and covered her mouth. If I had to say, she was probably laughing, though it was just a hunch.

“No, they are nutjobs. After the first contact we stood back and waited for the subspace communication from our home-world and only a few months ago they bothered to answer. We had come with peaceful intentions and the first thing you did was kill one of us. Not the best way to start a relationship with a more powerful society.”

“When did this accident came to be?”

“Ten years ago, our time, which should be five in yours.” Well… conspiracy theorists… you can go home and rest, the alien said you’re pretty much all crazy… “We sent one of the best females we had and she was killed in cold blood.” Ranalia hissed loudly and the soldiers all looked at me, or rather, they turned their heads towards me and hissed as well. I shrunk in my prisoner suit and hoped nothing would go wrong. “Oh, sorry.” She waved a hand and the soldiers calmed down beneath their helmets. “It’s just that she was born from the same clutch as I was, so I guess we had a connection.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I don’t know if it counts but I’d like to apologize in behalf of all the decent humans out there. Some are pretty dumb but there are a few that would have loved to see cooperation, me most of all.”

“It’s ok, I’ll take that apology for now. Every species has a fair share or idiots, humans just put them at the top of the social ladder.” She had a point. “For such a young species, you are way too interested in self-harm and total annihilation. Had we not come, you may have destroyed your planet before anyone found your civilization.”

“Amen to that.” She looked at me with what I took for a puzzled look. “I meant to say that you are completely correct.” The look changed and she smiled, baring a little of her fangs to me.

By now we must have been walking for half an hour, through corridors, going down and up on several lifts, passed construction areas, empty rooms and ones that were packed with soldiers. Of the Kaiel, so they called themselves, only her and a couple more didn’t wear any kind of armour or suit and only them had a less… boring colouration. The bows and the looks on the faces of those without a helmet of some sort on were telling me a lot about her standing in this ship that, by the insane amount of walking it was making us do, was probable a couple or more miles long.

Eventually we stopped in front of a small door, rather plain at the sight but situated in a fairly busy area of the ship, with a few dozen aliens going around the place looking really busy, though none missed in showing some respect to her and ignoring me. The door opened and she urged me to get in my new home. For a fairly decent room, as she claimed it to be, it was a few million times better than the cell I had lived for the past few months, and it was not because it had a shower, a bed, a couple of empty shelves, a chair or because it was not completely empty or because it had a window that looked down on Jupiter where we had been parked, but because, well, it wasn’t a cell. I was still a prisoner, but at least they made the effort of pretending I wasn’t.

“The desk is much the same as the one you saw me use the other day and I trust you’ll work hard to understand how to use it, as well as how to operate the rest of our technology and learn our language.” I looked around and sat on the bed, finding it very soft and springy. “You will start in a couple of hours at most so work hard and prove to me that you are worth the time and effort.”

“With such a fat chance dangling in front of me, how can I even think of slacking off?” She nodded in acknowledgement. “I’m the only human in this ship that has it, right?”

“Correct, the others seem more worried about the most stupid of things or about working against us to understand the prospects that cooperation has.” She was, once again, right. “You’ll be alone, but I know that since you didn’t lose your mind before, you can resist even now.”

“This is different…” She gave me another puzzled look. “If before I was lonely and confined to a cell but with the possibility of meeting my own kin, now I am alone, but with far more freedom.” Ranalia smiled again.

“I like you, James and I think you’ll do just fine.”

She didn’t stay long and went out to tend to other stuff she had to do, leaving me alone. I could have gone out of my new room, but I didn’t really feel the need to do so, exploring the peculiar things that they had put inside was far more interesting than venturing and probably losing myself in the labyrinth that was this ship. Hell, even the shower was fun to use not to mention the desk that was on the side of the wall. I tried to use it but I found it way harder than I thought it would be. As I was at my third or fourth attempt at making this work, a green scaled hand touched the edge and slid on the edge, the desk turning on in a split second. I looked to my right and saw a green lizard standing beside me, wearing but a thin cloth on its body, though it was probably a her, given how similar she was to Ranalia.

“Ehm, thanks?”

“You’re welcome.” Her accent was so thick and raspy that I had to think about what had just been said for a second. “I do not use… translator, like Ranalia.” She smiled. “I am translator, just as you.”

“Oh, ehm…” I stood up from the seat and extended my hand, palm open. “Nice to meet you.” The lizard looked at my hand for a couple of long seconds and then awkwardly shook it.

“You teach me, I teach you, we all get something from this.” She tapped a few words on the desk and the light intensified by a few degrees and a program opened. “I am Jama, clutchmate of Ranalia. We are a rare thing, three sisters born from the same mother… She’s quite famous home.” She dragged her thick fingers on the touch screen and wrote down two strings of glyphs, one for each name. “My name.” she pointed at the first one. “Her name.” She pointed at the other one and then removed her hand from the desk, pointing a finger towards me. “Your name?”

“Oh, I’m James Kurtz.” She looked at me and then at the desk. I hurried to write my name down.

“Good, we can start now. I have been studying English for a little less than year now, but no one to talk makes for bad learning experience.” I could… see that. “Now you are here and so am I, we can get better.”

“If you have, ehm, translators, like Ranalia does, why not give them to everyone?” Jama fell in thought for a bit, probably trying to translate the whole concept for me.

“Translators are expensive little things, not every Kaiel can have one.” She sat on the edge of the desk, legs dangling. I just now realized that the whole place seemed normal sized, for me at least, which made Jama look a little small. “She is the captain so she has one, I’m just tagging along as translator for those without.”

“She’s the… captain? Of the whole ship?”

“Can you be captain of half a ship?” She cocked her head and for a split second she was kind of cute. I shook my head. “Only a female can command.”

“Why?”

“Female like us are few, precious, we give birth and males fight to be fathers and protect us from danger. This is why the three of us were so close, I, Ranalia and Taly, our lost sister. It was this way thousand years ago, it will be this way a thousand years from now. Some choose to do that for their whole lives, they are our mothers, the bones of our species, some like me and Ranalia choose to travel or do other stuff, we get better treatment from males so it’s worth it.” She was silent for a while after that, I had nothing to say. A life that was just a cycle of sex and giving birth… just so that your species can live on. How weird… “But not important for you. Now you study and then teach me. If you do a good job, I tell you more fun stuff, if you do a better job, I take you for tour.”

“One last thing: if Ranalia is the captain, why was she called just for me?” She slapped her tail on the floor, probably their equivalent for snapping her fingers.

“I was almost forgetting… You used word that inferiors use with superiors, like you’d use ‘holiness’ with a janitor. They felt like they had not earned the apology and came to her to apologize.” I had to digest the whole sentence.

“So, to be short: I used a term that is so respectful and, let’s say, holy, with a guard and said guard was so not used to hearing it that they went to a superior and apologized for receiving an apology meant for them?” She nodded enthusiastically. Oh boy, oh boy, this was going to be hard….

By the end of the study session, I had the biggest headache I had since I stopped going to college, the mental strain from learning a new language from scratch was both amazing and horrible at the same time. Though tired and sore, I was happy. Finally something that could be worth doing…

Their language was downright incredible: it was a sort of hieroglyphical system that crossed with an alphabet that was used to pronounce the many thousands of words and concepts they had. Each word carried a sound and a meaning like in Chinese, but unlike Chinese each component had to be read separately and there were several different registers of speech, making the language resemble more the Japanese or Korean one now that I think about it, but with the grammar all over the place. Speaking was by far the hardest part and left me with a sore throat for a day. On the other hand I had to explain the billion questions that Jama had, ranging from purely academical to outright dumb, going from ‘why use this word in this specific context when others are better suited’ to ‘why do you have so many names for dogs?’. It was fun but hell, it was hard.

Jama came every other day and left me alone in the meantime, so that I could be more or less alive for the next sessions which lasted from five to ten hours most of the time. By the end of the first month, we both had made leaps and bounds in each other’s language and somehow had developed some sort of friendship, one that revolved on curiosity and questions most of the time.

I even found the time to get out of my room and wander around, just to listen to actual Kaiel talk and not just recordings and interactive programs for children. Needless to say, the inhabitants of the ship were less shocked than me when they saw a human roaming the place with a lost expression.

As I had the chance to learn, the Kaiel had met more than a couple of species in their millennia of space travel, this ship was just here to talk to the humans and as such only represented the main core of the empire, not the other members. The human race was just one of the many, nothing special, nothing too boring, but we had fucked up and killed a female envoy, which was a capital offence in more than couple of worlds. They weren’t going to hold it onto us of course, but it was enough for the royal family back onto the main world to authorize an attack and get things straight. Forceful and a but cruel yes, but we were a speck of dust in the windshield of an interstellar civilization that spanned millions of light years, they didn’t really care. I put the damp towel I had in hand on my neck and wiped off the sweat from the jog that had just taken me where I was.

“I’m lost.” I looked at the map on the wall and came to that conclusion for the fifth time. “I’m so lost.”

“Then allow me to help.” I heard a very familiar voice coming from behind me: Jama stood there, looking as cheerful as always. “I thought the map was clear enough even for Hardorians, but clearly you beat them.”

“Are the Hardorians the semi blind psychers or the insect thingies?”

“They’re pets we put in fishbowls, James.” I scratched my neck in embarrassment. Jama chuckled, which for her species meant a couple of soft hisses and a flick of her tail to her left. Learning body language was important for a species that put even more importance on visual clues: from the dilation of the pupil to the position of the tail and for some subspecies, the flaring of the neck feathers, all helped to give me headaches. “Worry not, I’m here.”

“My saviour.” She motioned for me to follow her and that I did. “How far am I?”

“Not much, which is surprising.” She called for a lift. “What are you doing here? Aside from getting lost I mean?” Her accent was as thick as always but her grammar was near perfect now. We tended to switch languages every now and then, to mix things up.

“Wandering.” I spoke in her language this time. “I wanted to look at the… ehm, outside.” I pointed at the window and the red planet below us. “Ranalia said she sent some scientists to see if there was actually life there.”

“I hope there was, it’ll keep them busy for a century, as if humans are not a handful already.” The doors of the lift slid open and we boarded it. Jama punched a number and the metal cage flew up silently. “Do you humans know how life began?”

“We think we do.” She looked at me with the ‘go on’ look. “There are theories: simple molecules gathering in a primordial soup billions of years ago and then forming simple cells, the act of a divinity of some sort or something else.”

“Like what?”

“Panspermia: the idea that life began elsewhere and spread throughout the universe by comets or asteroids. That doesn’t tell how those cells came to be but puts a patch on the question.” I looked at her for a few seconds. “That would explain why you look so similar to our reptiles.”

“Dinosaurs?” They loved the big creatures, like they saw themselves in them or something. Many on the ship had already began making plushies, once they knew what a plushie was and what dinosaurs were. I had a small stegosaurus on my shelf and I could bet my ass that Jama had a few herself.

“Yeah, if they hadn’t died millions of years ago, maybe you would be speaking with someone that looks like you and not a hairless monkey.” She chuckled again. After I had told them that expression and explained our evolutionary tree a bit, she had taken to use that term quite often, but I was not one to let others poke at me without hitting back and I’d always reply with a very boring ‘two legged lizard’. She did take it a little harder than me though… “But all things considered, our species are not that dissimilar.”

“True enough.” The doors opened and she went out, turned a corner and placed her smug backside on my door. I groaned and punched in the code, letting her fall on her tail. “Uncalled for.” She hissed and massaged her ass.

“Maybe. Want something to eat?” She shook her head and sat on my bed, something she did quite often and bothered me a little: I liked a neat bed and she always messed it up, which was probably her aim right now. “And what were you doing there?”

“Not getting lost during my walk.” I scoffed again and threw her my towel, making it land perfectly on her snout. I expected her to throw it back but that didn’t happen and instead she took it in her small hands and pressed it against her nose, breathing through the synthetic fibres. “Hmm.”

“You ok?” She nodded several times but didn’t remove the towel and pressed it harder against her scales. “Jama?” I hesitated in getting close to her, but I still did so and touched her shoulder lightly but the spasm and vibration rocking her lithe body arrived in full force against me all the same. She muttered something I couldn’t quite pick up and threw herself on my bed, further messing the sheets. “Jama?” She didn’t answer and instead began hissing and moaning. I shook her shoulders and in doing so her hands lost the grip on the towel and revealed a dazed expression plastered on her muzzle, eyes out of focus. I shook her again to get her back and she convulsed heavily, a wet spot forming on the bed where she was sitting and growing by the second. I panicked. “H-hold on, I’ll call, I’ll call a doctor.” I made to get up and rush to the emergency panel on the side of the sliding door but I was stopped in my tracks: Jama had somehow latched her tail on my leg and pulled me back to the bed. For as small as she was, she was incredibly strong.

“Nooooo… pleashe donnn’tttt…” Her words were slurred, each syllable dragged ad infinitum, almost unrecognisable. “Don’t.” There was something in her eyes now, something I had not yet seen, not in my lessons or in the videos, her body was telling me something and I had no idea what it was.

“Jama, you’re not feeling well, let me call a doctor.” She shook her head and grabbed the towel again, snorting heavily again.

“Immmmm gooood….” She pretended not to be in some form of distress and even attempted to get up and prove it to me, failing catastrophically and almost ending on the floor face first. Still, she didn’t let go of the towel. “Seeee?? Immm good….”

“You are not.” I got up again and tried to reach the panel but she quite literally threw herself onto me and pinning me down. Though small she wasn’t all that light and her weight pressed against my chest. Her eyes were just as dazed as before but that glint and that look was even stronger. Her nose was going wild and sniffed the air with deep intakes of air, slowly leaning towards my body and eventually reaching my clothes, still humid from the workout I had before. “Jama, please.”

“Hmmmm…” She mumbled something and started lapping at the sweat collected on the synthetic fibres of my clothes, replacing the dried moisture with her saliva. “Shho good.” Her hands drunkenly roamed around my body and tried to remove the bothersome clothing, tail lashing madly behind her and that wasn’t the worst part: between her legs, now spread over my crotch, I could feel some sort of heat building up and fluids trickle down her scales and pool on my pants, staining them.

“Ehm, you ok?” She stared at me for a couple of seconds, irises dilated so much I could barely see the sclera of her eyes and then buried her snout under my armpit, drawing in deep breaths. The hot air blew against my skin and I giggled at the feeling, my nervous laughter intensifying when her tongue lashed out of her mouth and began licking the musky crevice with a need I had never even considered possible. The wet spot between her thighs was only growing and getting hotter, almost burning. I remembered their temperature was higher than a human’s but this was ludicrous! “Jama, please… please stop!” I could have shoved her out of the way but I was afraid of hurting her and the ticklish feeling was making me kind of weak.

“No….” She muttered and resumed licking, sneaking under my shirt and dragging her long tongue over my chest, nipping at my skin with light bites, purring softly. “You smell shooo goooood.” Her claws ripped my shirt and threw the torn cloth away, baring her eyes to mine. For a second her eyelids fluttered and she regained her mental faculties, her breathing heavy but more controlled now. “I went straight in heat… I think.” She took another breath and I felt her shiver all over me, wracked by a new round of spasms. In fear of losing her again to whatever she was going through I gave her a light slap on her ass where my hands had somehow wandered and immediately regretted it as she shivered even more. Minutes later she stopped, slumping on my chest and drooling, legs spasming every now and then around my soaked crotch. Although it was all so weird and worrying, the heat around my most sensitive bits was wonderful and the wetness reminded me of the old days of college, but so much more strong than then.

“You done?” She nodded, weakly. “What the fuck just happened?” Jama raised her muzzle towards me, an action that seemed to take all of her willpower.

“Y-you… you sent me in heat.”

“I’m sorry what?” My brain froze for a few seconds. “I did what?” She put her scaled hands over my chest and levered herself on them, arms quivering.

“I don’t… know… but I know my heat when it comes… and I’m in heat right now.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her hips on my skin, slathering it in hot, slimy fluid. It was a bit gross but damn hot, literally. “Your… smell.”

“My smell?” I looked for the towel I threw at her before, connecting the two dots. “My sweat? It… sent you in heat?” She nodded. “Really?” I couldn’t quite believe it but if the boiling sensation of the crevice on my navel was something, heat was the only word able to describe it well enough. “How?”

“I don’t know… I don’t care.” Her breath was ragged again, eyes focused but filled with that same glint as before. Armed with the new data, I could put a name on the feeling: lust. I had asked and read something about their reproductive cycle, getting little to nothing as it was something of a sacred thing for them. I managed to learn that the females choose the males in base at the traits whey want for their children or just because they find the male suitable, but there was a tight schedule for them, the season for breeding strictly regulated and I was sure it wasn’t time for Jama’s.

“We should call a doctor, for real.” She hissed at me, fangs bared. One thing I knew for sure: a female in heat was something of a force of nature and the one in front of me was most surely one. All of the fifty sharp teeth were bared to me for just a second before she relaxed and craned her neck towards my skin and lapped at the sweat that was drying on it. “Please.”

“Try it… you’ll see what happens to a female that is angry.” I felt her claws dig into my arms, barely holding back and on the verge of drawing blood. I started sweating in fear and she dashed for the new drops of drug-like waste she seemed to be hooked on. “Hmm… why do you taste so gooood?”

“I-I do?” She muttered something and rested her head on my chest, huffing hot air on my neck every couple of second, eyes closed again and lips smacking as she savoured the taste. “Wh-what are you going to do?” Her eyelids snapped open and she smiled, a devilish grin plastered on her muzzle.

“I think… deep down… you know.” I felt a strong tai, curl around my legs and the tip poke at my beyond soaked crotch. “I want to know just how far our similarities go, don’t you want the same?” I shook my head. “Why? Afraid it’ll feel too good? Afraid of some space illness?” Her tail kept kneading at my crotch and between the heat and the slimy feeling surrounding my bits, it was very hard not get hard. I looked at her for a second, a flurry of mixed feelings throwing rationale to the wind: she was not of my species, not even of my planet, an alien, and yet… she was so fucking hot and ready.

“I’m… afraid I’ll hurt you.” Maybe if I bullshit my way out I can do something and call for a doctor… But she scoffed and squeezed my cock harder, pressing right at the root. Weirdly enough she wasn’t hurting me in the least.

“Oh, don’t bother trying to escape with such lame excuses… with how wet and dripping I am, I’d be able to take on a horse.” Just as she said that, I felt the heat of her nether regions intensify, spreading through my being like wildfire. “I heard they’re well-endowed animals…”

“Well… they are but…” She put a stubby finger on my lips, sealing them shut and immediately a fruity scent wafted in my nose along a wet feeling on my mouth.

I looked down as far as my eyes could allow me and saw that her green digit was slick and shiny with some sort of fluid but this time it took little to figure out what it was. In a moment of confusion, I drew in a sharp breath and I’ll be damned… the scent burned right through my brain and then in my lungs like true fire. Be it because of whatever cocktail of pheromones was inside it, be it because I had lost control for a second, but beneath the soaked underwear, a certain something began to harden and make itself known to a certain female sitting on top of it.

“Hmm, I see someone likes my slitfluids…” She hissed in pleasure as my tip rubbed against her far too sensitive slit and parted the small opening with ease. “I wonder how big it can get…” Jama licked her lips and then slashed the last barrier of cloth that separated the two of us. Naked and with a needy female busy rubbing her nethers on my skin, the fact that she was not human mattered little and in fact, her scales and sheer heat made it all the better for me. I never considered myself big, but feeling my cock engulfed by her cheeks and still poke through them was something that fuelled that building need and Jama didn’t seem too shocked, interested even. “How pretty.” She turned around, letting me face her swollen and pressing her snout on my dick, inhaling the stronger scent that tended to collect there, shivering yet again. “How… how can it be even stronger here?” Her wild snorting and sniffing resumed, the frame of her body shaking with rewed strength and need, lapping at my flesh with her tongue and collecting musk and sweat as if she had been starved for them.

The swollen slit in front of my nose twitched and sprayed my face in a burst of fruity fluids but she didn’t seem to care, too engrossed in worshipping the average member that looked humongous in her small hands. Was this how people with big dicks felt all the time? Her tail flopped on my head and rested there, lifeless. I found myself eye to slit with the source of the scent, taking in her need, tasting it on my lips. I sighed and the gust of air against her hot scales made her shiver, rewarding me with more nectar and with that, I gave up. She wasn’t going to give up nor let me go, I was feeling light headed for the heavenly scent and my dick was screaming louder than my brain was, though both were telling me the same thing: take her. I gave up and grabbed her small cheeks in my hands.

“Now, this doesn’t sound too fair, right?” Jama let out a surprised shriek as I licked the edge of her slit which then faded into a senseless garble of sounds. “It’s the least I can do…” I heard but a quiet whine before she returned to locking and sucking my dick, now with a couple of fingers crammed into her velvety passage. Damn… she was hot and wetter than any girl I had before… I might get used to this… “Try and, fuck, get it all in your mouth…” there was no need to say anything more: Jama, having tasted the fruit of heaven, was quick to deepthroat me, showing another similarity to her reptilian relatives, getting her cute snout right against my balls and inhaling the musk that was there.

I pumped faster inside her slit and felt her purr all over my length. Unconsciously I bucked my hips and slapped her nose with my sack, further driving my cock in her mouth but then I began doing it on my own, facefucking her as I savoured the flow of juices from her nethers. She moaned and purred harder, squeezing my length and my fingers, spasming every now and then until I came in her mouth, delivering spurt after spurt of hot seed right where her tongue was. Her slit contracted and clamped down on my hand with a vicious grip that didn’t let me go no matter what.

What would that feel like if I had my cock inside there? Would she crush it?

For once, I felt like my load didn’t end, close to ten or so seconds of full orgasm, pump after pump of large globs of seed. Jama moaned louder and my length spilled from the warm throat and squirting a couple more loads right on her snout, quickly lapped up by an eager tongue. The both of us slumped on the floor, me sweatier than I had began and her still shivering, rolling over so that she rested her head on my larger chest again, purring.

“Hot damn…” I patted her head. “You were amazing.”

“Was I? I watched some videos of your most prominent breeders but I wasn’t sure I could live up to them…” I looked at the satisfied lizard.

“You watched porn?” She nodded. “Wow, never expected you guys to know about that…”

“Oh, we downloaded the entirety of your World Wide Web, of course we got that naughty little part as well… though little is not the correct word. You humans are a weirdly sexual race.” Jama huffed on my neck, licking a stray drop of sweat. “Always mating and making up all those weird situations to do it.”

“It’s a great thing. Sex, I mean.”

“Sure, I can’t argue with that but remember, we as a species cannot really have sex unless we are in season, so for the most part of the year we just focus on work and then keep a couple of weeks just to go wild.” She fell silent for a moment. “Maybe that’s why you are so backwards, all that energy spent in having sex and not working.”

“Some say that if we didn’t spend all that energy we’d kill each other all the time.” She slapped her tail on the floor. One point for me… “So, what now?”

“Now, I get myself clean and then find a good male to knock me up…” I stared at her wide eyed as she said that so casually and received a shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved this, but since I am in heat, well, might as well get some eggs in me. I don’t want to waste the precious time.”

“But… what if you’re not in heat? Not really I mean. This could be just a fake one, a reaction to my scent.”

“No, I know myself and I know when I need a male to rut me for good.” She got up and headed for the shower. “Now come and clean me up, I don’t want to stink of human when I choose the father of my children.” She licked her lips. “Though it does sound very, very naughty…”

After the rather weird and weirdly hot encounter I went about my business like a proper man should have, archiving the whole thing under the rug that I kept in my mind and used to cover my secrets, because that’s what this was, a secret. I mean, I throw a damp rag on an alien’s face and suddenly I’m getting the wettest and sloppiest and greatest blowjob a human could ask for… that’s a secret to keep.

So I put the whole matter under the aforementioned rug and kept studying until the second month of my new life, when a certain ship captain arrived to my apartment without announcing herself. I was very busy trying to understand a particular dialect while operating a new toy I had gotten, the contact lenses that made my eyes like theirs, necessary if I wanted to properly convey my ideas to the Kaiel. Hey, I work better when multitasking. As I was saying, Ranalia basically walked in with me staring at a mirror and looking at the various changes in the lenses I had just put in. I noticed her a moment later and deactivated them, performing the bow of respect that was customary for her position.

“Well, you look like you’re settled in this place.” I saw her gaze linger on the slightly messy room and smile.

“I have been very interested in the lenses so I haven’t really put my mind to, ehm, tidying up the place. I’ll make sure to clean it up later.” I spoke in her language of course, using English would have been rude and Ranalia let out a pleased hiss, relaxing her pupils. I still had no idea on how to do that.

“Your pronunciation has gotten better James, much better. Had I not known you were a human, I could have almost taken you for one of us.” For a moment I felt pride well up in my chest. “One with some lips problems and a sore throat.” And I was shot down faster than the speed of light.

“I’ll work harder. That brings me to a question, where is Jama? She should have been here yesterday, or the day before that, but she hasn’t shown up nor responded to my messages.” I pointed at the long sleeves I wore where the fibres lit up with a screen. The wonders of their tech allowed them to weave components in their clothes and I didn’t hesitate to request a few for me, in this instance, a phone within the left sleeve of my hoodie. “I’m getting kind of worried.”

“She’s pregnant, heavily pregnant.” A sharp and concise answer followed by an equally sharp gaze locked onto me. “A couple of weeks ago she suddenly went in heat and assaulted a few males and three days ago she was diagnosed with an exceptionally large clutch. Five eggs.”

“Oh, ehm, should I go to her and give her a present? It’s not something the Kaiel do but I’d like to bring a little of Earth here.” She shook her head.

“Please don’t, you already did enough as it is…”

“Sorry? I don’t know what you mean?” Ranalia sighed and sat on my chair after performing a little jump to get high enough.

“You know very well what I mean, you just don’t want to admit it.” Well, she wasn’t wrong and that made me sweat a little, prompting her to sniff the air with a clear purpose, eyes closed. When she opened them, her pupils were fairly dilated and her chest was heaving, but unlike Jama, she didn’t fall prey to this… drug that I carried on myself. “Wow, she was right. Weird how no one noticed.”

“What? My… sweat?” She nodded. “I mean, I used to take showers every day, which may be how I got past this whole deal for this long.” I sat on the bed and scratched my neck. The guards back at the prison also wore their helmets on all the time so that might have had some place in the whole situation. “I may have skipped a couple of days before she, ehm, visited me and she caught me after a jog around the ship.”

“Hmm, I take you will try and keep this, scent of yours in check, right?” I nodded eagerly. “Then I’ll have to ask you not to.”

“Sorry?”

“You see, as Jama surely told you, we as females cannot bear children as often as you humans can, nor we go further than two or three eggs at best, maybe four in rare cases. After just being near you and… having sex with you, not only she went in heat five months before her scheduled time, but she formed five eggs, well above the norm. Some of our breeders get that result but it’s not common even among them, so you must forgive my curiosity if a normal female such as her gets that many eggs.” There was a pregnant pause, weirdly fitting to this whole mess. “I’m not asking you not to bathe, just… one day some other female will pick up on your scent and at that point you’ll perform your magic again. If things go right, you might just get a big, big prize.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, get someone else pregnant and we’ll talk about it.” I kind of blushed, after all, this was not something I had envisioned for my future… “For now, I’ll grant you a little boon: you may go to the prisoner quarters and select a human to attend to your needs. You’ll also be transferred closer to my quarters…” She looked at me with some lust in her eyes. “So that I may keep an eye on you.” She just wanted an excuse to jump on me, didn’t she? That look didn’t bode well… She chuckled when she noticed my distress. “Relax, I’m a captain, I cannot wantonly get pregnant out of schedule. It’ll throw off this whole settling down on Earth thing.” Another pause. “But after we quench the rebellious cells, I might give it a thought…” Ranalia smiled devilishly, an act both terrifying and wildly erotic, tossing me a card which read ‘prison pass’ on the side. “Have fun.”

I looked at her leave, my eyes weirdly fixed to her swaying hips. I slumped on the bed. This turn of event was way out of my predictions, though not entirely bad. I was starting to like the idea, even if I was finding that I liked these little lizards more and more and seeing them as sexual partners was not something I was prepared to consider, but my body was not one to listen to me. If what I had done with Jama could be repeated, well… both my upper and lower brain weren’t disagreeing that much and I was stuck in the middle, fighting my instincts and my conscious at the same time.

In order to get my mind off of these things, I decided to take Ranalia’s offer and headed for the prison section, this time escorted by a lone guard, one for me, for real. In the half an hour it took us to get there, I didn’t really manage to strike up any semblance of a conversation with the guy. He was quiet even for a guard and I felt somewhat relieved when we entered the prison grounds.

There were about a dozen guards going around, minding their business but their heads all locked onto me as soon as they noticed me. A human, free, escorted by a guard, walking in a prison, willingly of all things.

“What’s going on here?” A ranking officer stormed towards us and my guard held the card towards him, swiftly plugged in the reader he carried around. “An order from the captain?” A glance was shot at me. “Really?”

“Yes sir.” Evidently he wasn’t aware of me, though I had been the talk of the ship for close to two months given the way he was surprised at my not so fluent though still clearly decent Kaielan. “I am to get one prisoner and take it with me as… a servant, I guess.” I shrugged. “Her idea, not mine.”

“I don’t plan on contradicting the captain now nor in the afterlife, I’m just curious as to how a human got in her favour.” I wasn’t going to tell him that. “Follow me.” He put on his helmet and led me towards the next door, inside the prisoner area. “What do you even need a servant for?”

“I don’t know, she told me to come and get one.”

“Sounds like her alright.” The guard seemed a little annoyed but still held the respectful tone he should have kept. “She’s a weird one, but a damn good captain: any other female of her calibre would have nuked your planet for harming and cutting another female like you guys did, be thankful for that.” I’ll send her a present. “Here we are, sir.” I raised an eyebrow. “You have an order from the captain, protocol is very clear on that. I’ll bring the prisoners here for you.”

“No, just the one called Bran.” I got a weird stare. “He’s the one decent guy I met here, one of the few at least.”

“Sure…” he wasn’t really convinced but still obeyed Ranalia’s orders. I waited in a room alone for a couple of minutes until the door slid open and a scared and confused Bran was not so kindly tossed in with me.

“Bran…” I hugged the poor man as soon as he got back on his feet, getting a confused hug back from him. “Glad to see you’re ok.”

“James… wh-what? Where have you been? Did they… did they put you in confinement?” I shook my head. “Then… I thought you were dead…”

“I’m not, on the contrary, I’m really well off to be honest.” I was silent for a moment, waiting for a question and receiving a weird stare. “After that morning two months ago, I got sort of taken in by our kind overlords. They gave me a room and I’ve been studying their language and culture.”

“Why would you even do that?” His eyes were wide as dinnerplates. “Did they force you?”

“Bran, I’m a linguist, I speak five languages, including Kaielan now, it’s my job to translate and all that jazz.” He still didn’t sound too convinced. “Listen, ehm, I did a good job and as a reward I got the chance to get one human to stay with me… as a steward…”

“And you chose…. Me?” I nodded. Bran broke into tears, happy that someone had decided to take him out of that hellhole he had been thrown into. “Thank you buddy.” Now that the moment for thanking was over, he groped my ass. “Maybe I can thank you in some other way.”

“You will, don’t worry. I’m getting moved to a new apartment today so we’ll have to unpack a few things, if they didn’t move them already.” He gave me another weird look but followed me quietly as we went back out and onto the wider ship.

“Jesus Christ!” A moment after getting onto one of the many halls and hallways of the ship, Bran shrieked and tried to hide somewhere but backed up against a wall, finger pointed at an average looking Kaiel. “What the fuck is that?” In all my love for the guy, I slapped him hard right on his pretty face. “OW!”

“Those are the aliens, idiot. Try and act civilized and not like an ignorant buffoon.” He opened his mouth to say something and I shut him up before he could embarrass me yet again. “No, they’re not lizards and they do own the ship so please, don’t treat them like animals or some stupid shit like that, ok? I’ve got a reputation here and we are trying to maintain the idea that humans are not backwards idiot.” He nodded.

“S-s-sorry.” He apologized to me and I bowed to apologize to the offended male that was staring at Bran with a confused look. The poor Kaiel smiled and went about his business. “We’re not in trouble, are we?”

“He was a technician, not a very important person so we’re mostly ok, but try and keep their opinion of you a little higher than a screaming monkey…” Seriously, are all humans except myself this stupid when seeing their appearance? I didn’t freak out too much when I saw them, right? “Come on, we’ve got about half an hour before we get back to my place.” Bran nodded and followed me quietly, eyes sometimes glittering at the marvels of a spaceship and sometimes scared of its inhabitants. “How’s life been for you after I was gone?”

“For some reason they stopped sending people to isolation and we got more showers and even some time with others every day or so.” Now he was happy and I was too. “I don’t know what happened but life has been much, much better.

“I talked to the ship’s captain, she was the one that fixed everything.” Bran stopped in place and stared at me. “Yeah, weird right? I just said what the guards were doing and poof, all’s good.” I resumed walking and my soon-to-be steward scuttled on his shoeless feet to catch up a moment later.

“It was you?” I gave him a shrug. “Damn… you don’t know just how much better things are now… By the way, what have you been doing?”

“Studying, all day long. It’s like being back in college just with an alien language and a lot of awesome toys to play with.” I extended my sleeve to him and showed the screen that was a little crumpled, his eyes shining with glee. “They’ve got much more than this, but I’ll show you what later on.”

With a very excited Bran following me, now in the right mood to actually go where I wanted to go, I headed for my new quarters, this time not losing myself, by some stroke of luck. When I got in, after checking that I had indeed gotten the right place at least seven times, I stood very much shocked: if compared to the cell, the previous apartment was heaven, then what was this? The heaven that comes when you die in heaven? Super heaven?

Two floors of pure comfort, a bath that was about as big as an entire room from before, a fucking hologram projector and pretty much everything one could wish to get from life, all handed to me.

“Jesus… who’s ass did you have to kiss to get this place?”

“Not an ass…” I had to say that, but in Kaielan, just to be sure he’d not understand the real reason. Still, I was rather shocked: who knew such a place existed in this ship… Makes me wonder just how luxurious the captain’s quarters are. I took a tablet and switched on the projector that was already tuned to a map of the apartment. “So, from the layout, there’s a room on this floor for you and I’m upstairs and uhm, the kitchen is over there and my study room is right over… there.” I pointed to him each room of interest and he snapped his head wherever I pointed my finger at. “Apparently all my stuff is already in place.” Bran sighed in relief and slumped on the couch, virtually sinking in the soft material. “One more thing, no two: first, I’d like you to always be clean and make sure you don’t stink, they do not like the smell of a sweaty human.” He nodded several times. Boy, if he knew that it was the opposite well… I’d be in trouble, or he would. “And second, since you are my butler or steward or whatever, please act like one, we don’t want them to think that we’re not following their orders.”

“What do they care if I’m not all ‘butler-like’? It’s not their business…”

“It kind of is Bran.” He scoffed and gave me a weird look. “I won’t make you do anything that you do not like, don’t worry.” A moment later a lusty smile popped up on his face and I sighed, replying with a similar smile of my own. “Though punishment for not obeying may be frequent.” Bran giggled.

“James!” Suddenly the door behind us slid open and a very green and very, very much rounder Jama burst in, followed by a host of what must have been doctors, all worried and nervous. The group looked shocked when they saw Bran sitting on the couch, both parties with their mouths open: the human staring at the multitude of coloured aliens and the female at its head and the aliens staring at the new human. “Look at me! I’m super pregnant!” She spoke in a mix of English and Kaielan which luckily hid the last couple of words from Bran.

“I can see that.” I lowered myself to hug her, breaking at least a million lines of protocol which made every single doctor hiss at me. Jama did not stand for this and shut them up with a glare and the situation calmed down just a smidge, as far as she allowed it to calm down of course. “I guess I did make the trick, huh?”

“Trick is not the right word, sir James.” A rust coloured doctor walked over and bowed lightly. “We have never see anything like it.” They knew… fuck. I’m so fucked. Literally. “Just your… presence was enough to induce a state of hyper fertility way before the predicted time. It’s a miracle.”

“So, you’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”

“I don’t think that given such a discovery we can let this go. I’m sure you know, we are a species with a fairly low sex drive.” He blushed at these words as did the others. “Unlike you humans.” The doctor gave Bran a long look, causing him to shiver in fear, not knowing the signs for a curious gaze on the Kaiel’s part. “We think it’s because of that that you have induced her heat.”

“I just went for a run and didn’t wash, it’s not like I did anything special.” Jama seemed to have a different opinion and held herself close to me, snout pressed against my chest and taking in my scent. Though I was not sweaty in the least, she still seemed to purr softly. A couple of doctors wrote something on their tablets.

“It’s exactly that sir James.” Another doctor chimed in. “If you only did some minor exercise and it had this strong of an effect, what if you were to intensify the… treatment? Maybe not wash for a few more days?”

“I’m not going to.” Jama seemed almost disappointed and sat on the couch, opposite Bran. “I mean, it may even affect the males and I’m not sure that it’s a good thing.” Bullshitting my way out! “What if more females get hold of this and suddenly migrate en-masse to Earth and get our males?”

“They won’t get pregnant anyway, we’re not compatible.” Once again, I failed. “But we understand your concern. The captain has already ordered us and the males that participated in your aftermath to stay silent… with a condition.” Of course. “I know she wants you to work your magic once again. Soon.”

“How soon?” He shrugged. “Great.”

“Oh, come on James… you did like it with me… surely doing it another time won’t hurt.” I felt her tail slither around my leg through the gaps in the couch and lightly tap at my crotch and I thanked whatever divinity was looking over me for not allowing Bran to see that. “If it’s more than once all the better, right?”

“Yeah but… this is going to get public one day, won’t that cause some problems down the line?”

“Sir, if you please, we’ll worry about that, you just need to be ready for the next time.” I sighed, worried and excited at the same time. “We’ll leave you and our lady alone for a few minutes but not too long, she needs to rest. Her body is not used to such a heavy pregnancy and we do not want a miscarriage.”

“Sure, sure, now go…” Jama shooed them with a talon, prompting the group to scuttle away. After the poor guys left through the door, she turned her head to face the poorer Bran. “So, who’s this lad here?” I hoped the guy would get through her accent but he did, somehow.

“He’s Bran, a friend.” He shakily waved his hand. “Ranalia gave me…”

“The pass, yes, I know, I’m the one that suggested you get a little promotion and a servant.” She did stress the last word a little too much for my tastes. “You’ve been a really good boy, James.” Please don’t use that flirty tone… “Bran… that’s a nice name.”

“Th-thanks…?”

“Oh, don’t be so afraid, I’m not going to eat you.” I bet she could eat something else of his… “I hope you’ll like the life on the other side of the barrier: we’ve got cookies after all.” Well, never would have expected an alien to refer to a meme… that’s integration folks! The glory of memes has reached the stars… “Just… don’t do anything stupid like not listening to James here.” Bran nodded with a bit too much strength. “How eager…”

“Please let him off the hook, Jama, he’s just gotten out of prison.” She hissed in displeasure. “For me, ok?” I got an annoyed look and then a rather unwilling nod. “Good. Oh, Bran, she’s my teacher so if you have any question, just ask her.” Bran fell deep in thought for a couple of long seconds.

“What will happen to Earth?” Not that kind of question you… God.

“It’ll be put under our jurisdiction and then into the empire of our race. In a couple of decades, if you as a race behave well enough, we’ll start bringing the other species here and get to the fun part?” The expression on his face told a lot but in short it was something on the line of: there are other aliens? “What? Surprised? There are five more in our space alone, and we’ve not even touched the second half of the galaxy, not to mention the others… I bet by the end of the millennium, there will be a dozen more, provided none decide to wage war against us.”

“Stop with the grim talk Jama, did you come here to tease us or do you have something important to do?” I was awarded with a cocky grin. “Then go about your business, the doctors must be worried about you.”

Bran had a hard time getting used to the new reality and a week later he was still scared of the passing Kaiel and could not force himself to go out. He didn’t seem to be willing to relax and kept his head tucked in the apartment and had it not been for the fact that it was an amazing one, he’d have gone and done something stupid. As expected, we did get frisky, quite a bit, but it always felt off, it was nice of course, but it seemed like he was doing it just to escape this place and not think of where we were for the time it took us to come and then he’d look at the holo-projector all day. As a butler, he sucked, but at least he sucked well enough to not annoy me too much…

With a sigh, I got out of the personal gym they had given me, furnished with stuff that had been likely stolen from Earth or something like that, though they could have had made it on their own, it wouldn’t have been all that weird after all. Bran was busy sulking in his room and as such I had to make my own drinks but I didn’t mind, I knew how I liked them and that was fine for me. As I was downing a large mix of fruits that may have come from a dozen different worlds and then grown in the hydroponics basin of the ship. Tasty, but with a weird flavour to them.

I was about to get the second glass and take it to Bran when the door warned me that someone was behind it, showing through the camera on the other side someone I didn’t know well, just by sight, but the escort this one had was enough to make me rush and open it, bowing deeply. The female in front of me was of a deep blue and had three guards behind her, staring at me from the low of their five feet but with enough weapons to make the Hulk run.

“My lady.” She waved her hand and I had to let her in, escort as well, all silent as tombstones. “May I help you?” The female, a matron or a breeder by the looks of it, just stared at me from below and gave me what could only be described as a very, very hungry look, nostrils wide. Oh. That. “Ehm…”

“I heard from my little sister Jama that you had something to do with the unexpected pregnancy she just popped in.” Oh boy. “Now, I am not one to get jealous over something like that… but this time I will. Five eggs she got, five! My very own personal record is three and I’ve been a matron for over a decade.”

“Uhm, I don’t know what to say to that.” She gave me the same look again. “It’s classified information as far as I know.” She wasn’t convinced. “I was told by the captain…”

“That you had to wait for the right occasion and then do your job.” I raised a finger to object and then lowered it. “She’s a friend of mine and I hear some things here and there, she’s awfully chatty over a few drinks…” So, she got the captain drunk and made her spill the beans… I may be in more of a trouble than anticipated. “Now, I don’t know how this works but be quick…” We stared at each other for a while, making the whole situation much more awkward than it needed to be. “What are you waiting for?” I sighed and turned on my heels.

“Follow me.” With the eager breeder and her escort in tow, I went to my room and closed the door behind us, locking me, her and the three soldiers within. I guess the room was not up to her standards since she gave me all the signs that she didn’t like the place at all. “Are you sure of this, my lady?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure as I can get. Hurry up and get me in heat or…” I was getting tired of her attitude and I just knew the way to shut her up for good: I closed in on her fast, gabbed her snout and pressed it against myself. The shock made her take a deep breath, heart beating faster with adrenaline and hormones, pupils widening. I may have forgotten about the guards for just a moment though: all three piled up on me and slammed the four of us against the floor, their combined weight holding me down and pressing three gun muzzles to my chest, threatening me.

“C-calm down… I was just starting…” I pointed with my not very free hand to the panting breeder still on her feet thought that was not for long: I looked as her legs wobbled and shook like jelly and two of the three rushed to keep her up, worried for her safety. “Can I get up?” I looked at the last guard for a couple of seconds until he decided to get up as well to tend to the female, joining his brothers. I dusted my pants and stood in front of the very confused group.

“Wh-what… what’s this?” The one that had just gotten up asked me, eyes full of worry and fear.

“That’s the reason she came to me.” I looked down and saw a small trickle of shining fluids run down from her slit and on her thigh, dropping on the soft carpet. The guards swallowed hard and inhaled the quickly thickening scent of a female in heat, their bodies going in overdrive just from that mere whiff. “And we’re just getting started…”

“R-really?” The cocky attitude was gone from both her voice and her eyes, replaced by a needy look and the desire to take in more of my scent. I nodded, pleased with the 180° turn she had just made.

“Yes, my lady.” I caressed her cheek and got a weird look from the guards, who, this time, just stood and helped the weakening female stand.

“C-c-call me...” She opened her mouth to speak and accidentally licked my hand, tasting the few drops of sweat and the salt on my skin, wobbling even more, whatever she wanted to say lost in the air. I motioned to the bed and the guards made her sit on it, carefully, as if handling an egg made out of pure glass. Under the curious gaze of the four Kaiel I undressed, or rather, tossed my sweaty clothes to them and just kept my underwear on, a pair of grey and, I have to admit, slightly tented briefs. Though weird and unexpected, I was quite liking this situation, even if just to shut a cocky female up. “Take them.” The guards didn’t wait long and fought for the hoodie and the shirt like they had just gotten a juicy piece of meat, leaving the poor needy female alone, whining to get a part of her own but unable to do so. She tried to get up and reach for a whiff of the shirt and ended up just slumping over, revealing a fairly wide and wet spot forming under her moist slit. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get the main treat.” I saw her tail wag happily behind her as I got closer, something that tickled all of my soft spots. “Does my little girl want more?” I knew I was getting a little bit overboard with her, she was a breeder, basically a goddess for most of her species and I was treating her like a pet or a little kid, she could have ordered my death with a flick of her tail, if she could muster the mental capacity for it, that is. The wreck of spasming muscles and loud snorts currently mashing her snout of my crotch and slathering it with saliva, trying to get under that pesky fabric, was in no way the haughty female of a minute ago and so were the guards, sniffing at my clothes sporting their own sizeable erections. “Good… good job…” Her tail wagged harder at my words and I rewarded her efforts with a tug of my underwear, letting my very, oh so very hard cock flop out and then stand proud in front of the panting female. The guards looked with some mix of lust and other feelings as she virtually jumped on my member and took it in her mouth, suckling on the tip eagerly and lapping any drop of pre she managed to coax out by the sheer force she was exerting on my sensitive flesh. “E-easy… easy.” I patted her head and she immediately slowed down like a well trained dog and the wagging tail and the loving look in her eyes didn’t help in taking away the illusion. By now I was also getting affected by her pheromones and I found myself breathing harder and more horny than I ever was before, shooting pre in quantities no human should have produced.

“Sir?” A meek voice came from the pent up group sitting on the pile of clothes I had dumped the other day, hoping that Bran would pick up and clean them: one of the guards was kneeling and staining my carpet with slitfluids just as the others were, but this one was less concerned in humping my old clothes and more interested in the wet and swollen slit attached to the female. “M-may I?” I gave him a weak shrug, making the male jump in the air with happiness. The breeder hissed angrily though, clearly she hadn’t planned on letting this particular male mount her, but I was liking his attitude and I had chosen otherwise.

“No my dear… you’ll let him in.” She mewled unhappily. “What? You don’t want a belly full of eggs?” She shook her head, of course she wanted to be happy and full, though she couldn’t word it and only managed to convey the feeling with nods and eager licks at my cock. “Do you really want to wait until you find someone else? Do you want to go around smelling like this? Or… would you rather like that this lad here mounted you and pumped you full of eggs? Hmm, doesn’t that sound good?” The overloaded brain of the female tried its best to come out with some reason not to but the body was faster and raised a soaked tail and presented the slit hidden underneath to the male. “Go wild.” There was no need for anything more than that: the guard homed in on her slit and pierced it in less than a second, the wet passage embracing his bumpy member with sloppy sounds.

The pleasure he was feeling was magnified a hundredfold for her, making her shiver and spasm, wracked by orgasm after orgasm, purring around my cock. The eager guard pounded her roughly, without any rhythm, without care for her and she loved it, judging by the far more sloppy blowjob she was giving me, barely conscious at all now, prey to her instincts.

The minutes passed by marked by the wet slaps of soaked scale on soaked scale, tails coiled together and my own quiet moans. I felt him come a while later, the ripples of pleasure coursing through her body like a wave, reaching me in seconds, taking me to my own climax, unloading everything I had to offer in the waiting throat, even more pleasurable, if possible. The male kept pumping in her for an unknown amount of time, spurt after spurt of hot seed splashing inside her fertile chamber and for some reason, my own orgasm was being dragged far beyond any human standard, close to two minutes of hot spurts. Eventually I slumped on the bed, still sending a few drops that were licked eagerly by the female as the male rested on her back, humping through the last seconds of his climax. The other two guards seemed disappointed to have missed the chance at breeding the female but found enough pleasure in emptying their testes in my clothes to make them happy for the moment. The air was thick, full of their earthy musk and my salty sweat, all of us panting and in need of fresh air, but not willing to leave the others for a moment. The breeder detached herself from the male on her back and crawled over to me, forming a slimy trail of spunk as she did so, placing her soft palms on my chest, leaning in for a kiss. Though unexpected, I responded by grabbing her small frame and kissing her back, her tail coiling on my leg.

“Satisfied?” I received a strong nod. Good. A moment later she let herself go and rested her head on my chest, tongue flicking out every now and then, licking my skin. The warm seed flowed from her slit onto my legs and the mattress but I was too tired to be bothered by it and my little friend didn’t seem to mind, surely the amount still within her was enough to get her the eggs she wanted.

“James? Are you ok in there?” Oh, fuck…

“Y-yes, I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine, I’m coming in…” Wait… what? Since when can he…? “Hey, what’s…” Bran’s face turned from worried to horrified as soon as he got in and saw what had just happened, his eyes stopping to look at the purring guards licking each other’s drooling cocks over my soiled clothing, the one sleeping soundly on the floor and then me, with a dripping female on my chest, busy running her tongue on my skin and under my armpits. “What the…”

“It’s, ehm, complicated Bran. Wait… how did you get in? I locked the door!” He held up a card that had my name on it. “Is that the one I lost?” Bran nodded. “Fucking hell… You stole it?”

“I-I was planning on… giving you a good morning blowjob one of these days… surprise you with breakfast, since, you know, I’ve not been the best steward ever…” he couldn’t take his eyes off the dazed female on my chest. “Wh-who’s that?”

“Not your business. Now go…” he didn’t move an inch, just standing there like a tree. “Go.”

“Can I get an explanation at least?” I stared at him with the angriest look I could muster and that seemed to do the trick, for the moment. The door closed behind him and I was once again left alone with my guests. Seriously, why can’t he just respect the value a door has?

“Silly human…” my little female had finally found some strength and spoke. “Always making messes everywhere?” Was she talking about me or him, or humanity in general? I bet all of these options.

“You are correct.” She slapped her tail on the bed a couple of times.

“Of course… Kia is always right.” A drunken smile was plastered on her goading face which made her look extremely cute. Kia… so that was her name. “But you are not like other humans…”

“I’m not? How so?” Her little brain worked hard, still affected by the wonderful sex but eventually managed to get an answer for me.

“On Earth, few want to collaborate, something about getting attacked. They say we didn’t have a reason, that we are monsters…” She paused. “They are wrong… they killed her first.” A tear ran down from her cheek, reaching my skin and disappearing there. I held her closer. How could anyone think if this defenceless creature as a monster? She was so cute and gentle, once she dropped that cockiness that her society had taught her to adopt. “I miss her.” More tears. “We didn’t kill humans you know? The bombs destroyed the communication devices but we had your little plains land first and hospitals worked still…”

“Shh, it’s ok. You’re not a monster…” I couldn’t bear myself to see her cry like this. “You’re a cute lady that will have lots of eggs soon.”

“I bet I’ll get six! Or… or seven!” I chuckled.

“Let’s hope that’s the case.” Kia snuggled closer to me, rubbing her snout on my skin in a gesture of affection that even the males of their species saw rarely. A few minutes later the guards undressed as well and crawled on the bed with us, causing her to feel a little annoyed but ultimately accept this behaviour. Tired and satisfied, I fell asleep in a sea of scales of four different colours and an equally colourful mess of tails, arms and legs. I could get used to this, maybe…

There wasn’t much to except sleep after that, though I woke up and found myself in a pinch: how to get out without waking the four? The answer was: slowly, very slowly. Five minutes it took to get off the bed.

I had to make sure that Bran was nowhere in sight and only then I felt somewhat safe. For some reason I wasn’t in the mood to see humans at all, and I was rather naked too so… I headed downstairs and went for a snack but I stopped myself just outside of the bedroom, after seeing myself in the mirror that was in the corridor: I knew I worked out a little, well, a little more than a little, but hell, I was ripped. No fat anywhere and toned pretty much as I had always dreamed of and well, hung… that was somewhat surprising. I always had a normal five incher but the piece of meat between my legs looked more on the seven than anything else and I was still soft. I wasn’t complaining of course but it was puzzling how something like this could happen. Was it because of the food they gave me or because of something else? Again, not complaining, just curious.

Once I was done admiring myself I finally headed downstairs and took out a number of fruits and other less than healthy snacks I had been given.

“Sir? C-can I have a moment please?” I looked up and saw the bold guard staring at me from the door of the kitchen, tail tucked between his legs, waiting. That was the pose they used when speaking to someone far higher than they were in the social ladder and I was but a mere human, what did this mean?

“What is it?”

“I… I just wanted to thank you.” I raised an eyebrow and thinned the pupils of my lenses. “For before, ehm, the whole… making my lady accept my seed.” Oh.

“Your friends seemed a little more interested in humping my dirty clothes so…”

“Sir, y-you don’t understand… I’m guard, no one of importance among the ship members… I was assigned by chance to my lady, I could have never… had the opportunity to mate.” His head remained low, not even crossing my eyes with his. “Now I’ll be a father and if the rumours on the ship are true, I’ll have five children!” His chest swelled in happiness and his pupils were dilated. I felt happy for the guy. “All thanks to you sir!” He dropped on his knees and pressed his head to the floor. I had a light flashback, from back in the day when this whole mess started. “I’ll never forget your kindness.”

“Get up…” He obeyed swiftly and stared at me with his golden eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Hal, sir.”

“Hal, I’m happy for you, very happy and I hope that you’ll win her favour again in the future.” He was almost about to drop on the floor again but I stopped him, holding him up with ease, which was a little surprising if I have to be honest, they weren’t exactly light as feathers. “You can come here when you want, my door will always be open for you.” I bet the poor guy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A split second later he hugged me, rubbing his snout just like Kia did and that gave me a weird though pleasurable feeling. Being this close to me, especially after yesterday was having quite the rapid effect on the guy and I soon felt something poke at my thigh from below, leaving a thin trail of slimy fluids on my skin. “Well… it seems someone wants to go for another round…” Hal looked down and saw his arousal throbbing with need, hurrying to cover it up and blush in shame.

“S-sorry sir. I-I didn’t mean it…”

“Oh, I know that well.” He shook a little as I lifted his chin up and gave him a little kiss on the snout.

“S-s-sir?” He shivered as he felt my own erection poke at him from a much higher spot. “What’s… happening?” Right… they do not have the concept of homosexuality, evolutionally speaking, it’d be a waste of energy…

“I’m just… let’s say I’m looking at a cute little male and I want him.” He mewled, both confused and interested. “We humans do not really bother with male or female, as long as we like them, though some may say that a god forbids such… unnatural acts.” My hand reached for his hot flesh and gave it a little rub, making the shocked male moan and coat it in slimy pre. “But that’s just a load of crap, don’t you think so?” A weak nod. His mouth opened and he gave my skin a quick lick, shivering like the two females that did so before him. “Hmm, how about we take this somewhere more comfortable?” He didn’t have a say in this, not now, not when I was feeling so good for being the one in control. It was an addictive feeling, it was like liquid power and I didn’t need to do anything except exists… I threw Hal on the couch and looked with some hunger as his cock bobbed up and down, spraying his scaled chest with his fluids.

“S-sir… this is…” I put a finger on his mouth and licked the warm stuff off his scales, finding it rather sweet, unlike a human’s and much more pleasurable. Maybe it was the changes that had plagued me that were making me do this, but at this point I didn’t care. “Sir…” he threw his head on the couch as I gave his cock a long lick, spreading the sour taste of his slitfluids on my tongue, getting several hot spurts of pre in my hair after they shot up in the air and fell down. He tasted so good, not so different from Jama but with a certain depth to his flavour, much more strong and manly.

“Do you want me to suck you off? Like your lady did to me? Do you want to spill your seed in my mouth?” He nodded weakly after a few long seconds of thought, just as I was hoping. I never thought I was that kind of guy, the kind that jumps on defenceless men, nor one to take control or have sex with lizard-like aliens, but hey, it was damn hot.

Hal moaned and purred, humping every now and then in my mouth, poking the back of my throat with the four inches of his meat, allowing me to learn that I had little to no gag reflex, further pushing me into the hole of lust I was already in. He mewled happily as I took all of him with ease and bobbed on his length, stroking the base of his member and prodding the slit housing it with a couple of fingers as I suckled on his tip. I felt him throb harder and harder, approaching his climax, I could have let him fill my mouth with his seed but I had a much more interesting thing in mind.

Hal was not pleased when I stopped sucking him and rolled him on his stomach, yelping in shock a moment later as I resumed licking but not on his needy length. The taste of his undertail was incredible, musky, leathery, covered in fine scales that thinned around a spasming hole, clearly ready for me.

“Sir? What’s… what are you going to do?”

“Something I feel I needed to do a while ago…” He howled and thrashed when I pressed the head of my cock on his tailhole, squirming as it spread with ease around it. Either this little guard played with it, or his race was naturally talented for anal sex and he was clearly not in pain, given his pleased moans. “You like it Hal?” He nodded strongly. “Wait until I start moving.” His eyes widened and from his mouth the only thing that came out was a silent moan when I hilted myself in one thrust, all eight plus inches of hard meat buried in that warm hole. “Definitely a hole made to take big cocks, wouldn’t you say so?” He didn’t answer, busy stroking his own cock with erratic movements.

I smiled and grabbed his hips, immediately thrusting in and out of him with little to no care for his wellbeing, sure that he could handle this much cock in his first time with me. Hal moaned louder and louder, soaking my couch in pre and drool, large globs of the slimy stuff coating the cushions and ripping one with his teeth as he bit in one in a futile attempt to muffle his pleasure. He failed and I bet that everyone in the apartment was about to wake up. I didn’t care, not anymore, they could even watch if they wanted to, or join in on the fun…

Minutes went by, the hole around my length contracting with irregular spasms, trying to bring me to the climax that was coming, mounting and increasing in strength with each second.

“Please… p-please sir… fill… fill me up.” Never would I have expected those words but when I heard them, I couldn’t let his request go unfulfilled, right? I picked up my pace and then slammed myself against the soft scales of his backside, feeling the hot spurts of seed coat his insides white and through his flesh I felt his own climax rock and unload shot after shot of spunk on my couch. “Yes…”

“What a little slut, coming from a male inside your tailhole… and what a nice load you spilled.” I pressed my back against his, a hand running under him, stroking the still squirting hole and letting it coat it in seed. “Nice taste.” I licked the alien’s spunk, making sure he was watching, spurting more of my own inside him. After one more minute I pulled out, looking with pride as a small trickle of seed poured out of his abused hole and presented the glistening length to Hal. “Clean it up.” He shuddered but obeyed nonetheless, licking every inch with care and a good deal of happiness from his own juices and mine. I slumped on the couch where his seed had not stained the fabric, stroking his head as he finished cleaning me. “You like what you see?” I looked upstairs and saw the trio of panting Kaiel looking down, trying their best to hide from me, which clearly wasn’t enough. Kia nodded and I smiled, noticing a moment later that Bran was also watching, though he had a much less… interested or happy expression.

I leaned back in my chair, feeling the soft foam move around my back to support my weight. A light flickered on my desk, warning me that I had a visitor. I was too busy writing something so I just opened the door remotely.

A couple of seconds later a soldier peeked through the door, helmet off and hesitating to get in. I waved my tail and he got in. His eyes didn’t meet mine and he didn’t speak, he wasn’t allowed, not until I allowed him to.

“What is it?”

“Uhm, the ship’s ready, sir.” I turned around and looked at him. “The landing ship, for, ehm, going on the ground, sir.”

“Oh, yeah.” I gave the ground a light tap with the tail and got up. I had forgotten about that. “How long till they leave?”

“They were supposed to leave, ten minutes ago, sir.” The soldier let his tail drop between his legs, knowing well that someone had messed up and that was, well, me, though he couldn’t tell me that, or rather, he could have but wouldn’t have. I sighed. “Sorry, we though you remembered.”

“I forgot… sorry. Give me a moment to get dressed properly and we can go.” He nodded.

With another sigh I pushed the chair I was sitting on back and freed my tail from the hole made for it by the designers. The soldier didn’t look at me directly but I knew for a fact that he was stealing more than a couple of glances at every chance he got and I couldn’t blame him: more than a few months had passed since I was drawn under the wing of the captain and my little accident with Jama, who was now a happy mother of five hatchlings. The hormonal imbalance that I was exposed to when bringing her and Kia to their heat had worked wonders on my body: if previously I was a normal five foot seven guy, I was now well into the six and with a perfect body to match, complete with a nine incher down below, not to mention the… less biological changes.

As a reward for granting Kia six eggs, just as she wanted, I was allowed to choose a few enhancements for my body and I went for a biomechanical tail made out titanium alloy, very useful when communicating, especially if coupled with the lenses. It took me over a week to move it properly and more than two to learn the subtler signs they used when speaking with their body.

I took the protective suit from the locker and put it on, sliding my new appendage in the proper hole and my legs in theirs, fast and precise, wearing the reactive armour on top and then the holster for the gun. The magnetic lock clicked and I mad sure the gun wouldn’t fall with a couple of half-assed tugs.

“Let’s go.” The poor soldier sighed in relief and I followed behind him, closing the door behind me.

A couple of weeks ago I’d have said a ‘I’m going out’ or a ‘I’ll be back in an hour’ to Bran but he was gone now: he preferred the calm of his cell rather than the company of aliens and me. He had a problem with me banging Hal every now and then and even more seeing Jama coming with the babies I helped make, something about not being able to live with a man that preferred lizards to humans. After the past weeks I was beginning to think that as well: humans are… annoyingly scared and wary of the Kaiel for some reason and I couldn’t get why. They were nice and caring, if you got past the scales and the size, though that was the whole problem.

The ship was ready to go in the main hangar, fusion engines humming softly as I got in, escorted by the soldier. I got a few bows from the others and sat on the first available seat there was, prompting the guy next to me to sniff the air with curiosity. Too bad he’d not get anything out of me, not right now: I had the doctors make something for me, patches to cover up the scent I seemed to have all the time now, I wore them most of the time, which was both good and bad. It was convenient and I didn’t make any Kaiel lose their mind near me.

“Leaving for Earth now. We’ll land in North America, there’s some rebels there.” The pilot spoke through the comms console. “Sir James, we’ll need you help: they request to talk only with one of their kind.” I chuckled, though it was just a little bit. I was still a human for them… How weird…

I closed my eyes and dozed off for the duration of the flight from the Moon to the ground back on the old Earth, which took but ten minutes total. The wonders of their tech never ceased to amaze me.

We landed in Chicago, well, a bit out of there but close enough for my lenses to still be able to zoom in and see the people go about their business as if a spaceship hadn’t landed outside the city and unloaded twenty fully armed soldiers from outer space. Though, all things considered it should have been normal for the general population. I was welcomed by a party of Kiel and surprisingly, a few humans who gave me a weird look as I got down.

“Who are they?” I asked at the nearest soldier, who immediately bowed and answered.

“The local government personnel I believe, sir. They have been elected a couple of months ago after the commotion died down.” He pointed at the officials and that made the humans shiver, they surely couldn’t understand the alien tongue.

“I suggest you people start learning Kaielan soon.” I looked at the one that seemed to be the one in charge among the humans present and spoke in English for their convenience. “You’ll need it.”

“Wh-who are you?” The man was not in his best shape, even though he was clearly not past his forties just yet.

“I’m the translator and the ambassador with the rebels.”

“You mean… the resistance?” Really? Is this a bad B rated movie? “You’re here to negotiate peace?”

“Oh, not at all, I’m just here to see how’s the situation and if they’re willing to give up.” The look of horror on their faces… How nice. “What? You thought a ragtag group that hides in the woods is able to contend with an interstellar species? Really?” I scoffed and swished my tail around, pupils thinned. For any Kaiel it would have been a clear sign of annoyance or anger, but they missed the point entirely.

“What would a traitor know?” I may have ordered their arrest in a second but I didn’t, they could not understand even if they tried.

“Listen, if I wanted I could technically order the death of the three of you with a snap of my fingers so I’d suggest not go against me.” I let the words sink in for a moment. “Where are the rebels?”

“O-over there, in an old house that has been abandoned for a few decades.” A soldier came up to me and displayed the location on his tablet: it was a fair distance from everything civilized. Made sense they’d choose this place. “What are you going to do?” I took out the gun from the magnetic holster, just to scare them a little, then I put it back.

“Talk.”

I had the soldiers give me a little present and then headed out, alone. I couldn’t risk the rebels try anything stupid like threatening violence against me for having an escort. There were drop pods ready to come and save me but I knew it wouldn’t be necessary.

Roughly twenty minutes later, after a good stroll down on the ground after more than half a year of space life, I reached a dilapidated house. The heat trackers in the lenses told me I was surrounded and I could… smell several humans in the air, their sweat, their nervousness. I won’t line, I was liking it.

“I’m alone and unarmed, come out if you have some decency!” They didn’t. “I’m here on behalf f the Kaiel, I’m the… official translator and envoy for the whiny humans who can’t stand them!” There… poke them a little. A branch snapped to my right and left, two humans coming out in full gear and with the guns aimed at me. “Wasn’t so hard, right?”

“Who are you?”

“I… didn’t you hear me? I’m the one they sent to talk, Einstein…” Seriously, have the humans dumbed down in these months or something? “Who’s in charge?”

“I am.” A voice came from the bushes in front of me and moments later a somewhat well built human with a pair of glasses strapped on a fair face stepped out. The man held the same gun as the others but this one had been modified a little with Kaiel tech from the looks of it. “I’m Nigel.”

“I’m James.” I held out a hand for a handshake but he didn’t remove a finger from the gun. “Rude.”

“Sorry if I do not trust their puppets, especially those that have given up on their humanity.” His eyes pointed at my tail and I gave it a flick.

“Oh, this… it’s realistic right?” He was confused. “It’s fake, an artificial limb I had installed for communication purposes as were these.” I pointed at my eyes and deactivated the lenses. “It’s necessary to talk properly in their language.”

“I don’t care.” I heard a click and the safety of his gun was switched off. Of course he didn’t. “Let’s make this quick: are they willing to leave this planet?”

“Why would they?”

“It’s ours… what kind of question….”

“I’m afraid to bring sad news Nigel, but it’s not our planet anymore: we lost it a while ago.” This statement wasn’t well received and many spouted insults at me. “They came, they took down our defences, they won, it’s that simple.”

“They attacked us for no reason.”

“No, no they didn’t.” I paused. “They sent an ambassador five years ago, she was killed and used as experiment material.” I gave them time to think about that. “It was a very important person they sent to us and we killed it first thing. Now, I don’t know why or what brought that event on the poor lady, but it happened and they retaliated.”

“For one… one woman?”

“Nigel, a female for them is like a god, there aren’t many and they are precious. They didn’t just kill one lone female, but the potential dozens of eggs she could have had if she were still alive, you must understand that. We didn’t just kill one, but many.” I sighed. “Based on their laws, the captain of the fleet could have nuked us to hell and back, but she decided to let us live, albeit under her race’s wing. There is no changing this situation.”

“You lie… they attacked for no reason!” The man made one step closer and pointed the gun at me again, many of his men doing the same. “We have the right to defend ourselves and kick out the invaders!”

“Yeah, sure, but what then? Let me tell you what will happen once they go away: there will be a long, long chat among the other species of the galaxy, because there aren’t just us and them, they will mock us for not thinking straight, for being close minded. This is the biggest opportunity we will ever have to go out of our planet with some help, Nigel. They are willing to share technology and knowledge, but you just need to stop putting testing their patience for fuck’s sake!” More guns pointed at me. “What is that’s so hard to understand? So what if they are aliens? So what if they attacked us? Do you really want to die just for that?”

“We’re not going to die.” He spoke as if he was sure he could actually win…

“You are so dumb… You know that whether you fight or not, whether you live or die, the world will be put under their rule, right? This is not a fight, this is… a child refusing to obey!” Nigel pressed his finger on the trigger and shot at me, the bullet slamming itself on my armour but the kinetic energy of the modified gun was not enough to pierce the reactive armour. It did make me stagger backwards. “Now, that’s way too rude, even for you.”

“How?” He shouted. “HOW?”

“Chill… it’s just armour.” I straightened my back. “Look, I’ll give you one more chance: give up, do a little sentence on the moon as a prisoner and in… five years you’ll be fine and able to live in a new world.” He seemed on the verge of shooting again, but he didn’t. I felt that his finger was a bit too close to the trigger though. “You will not be killed, none of you will, but you will be given a sentence and you will carry it out. Earth will become a province and in ten or so years we’ll see at least five different alien races live among us.” He didn’t say anything. “Doesn’t that sound interesting?”

“No.”

“Can you speak for the whole human race though? Or is that just your opinion?” I heard a few murmurs among the rebels, confirming my idea. “It’s just you and a few others that refuse to move on, Nigel. It’s a process that will happen, whether you want it or not and you can be a part of it too, you just need to… Stop bitching around…”

I heard him shout something about firing at me and everyone pressed their fingers on the triggers. I would have been dead had it not been for the faster reaction time of the computer, scanning for erratic behaviour and turning on the shield generator hidden in the suit. A blue bubble ballooned out just as the first bullet was about to hit me in the head and crashed onto the ethereal stuff instead, followed by many, many more. I sighed and called for the rest of the soldiers to come and pick me up. I was done with these idiots. For good measure I took out my own gun and aimed it at Nigel, firing a shot to his shoulder, tearing the Kevlar jacket apart and piercing through with ease. He fell on the ground howling in pain. He’d live if he didn’t move too much or refused the medic’s help, though I have to say I wished he did and lose that arm entirely.

I looked outside the apartment at the highest floor of the tallest building in the city, staring down at the people walking in the streets. With the lenses I could see each one of them with ease, read the time on a businessman’s watch and what the lady on the bus was sending to her sister. I felt powerful, like nothing I had ever felt: in a day I would meet the combined representative of all the nation on this planet and work out something with the Kaiel that resembled a treaty or an agreement for the control of the world. I was on top of seven billion humans…

“Sir?” I turned around and saw a man stand at the door to the apartment, wearing a suit, a bit nervous-looking and eerily attracted to my tail. “You called for dinner, I-I am here with… the dinner.” He pushed in a cart that smelled extremely good.

“Thanks.” I had almost forgotten about the whole dinner thing but I welcomed it nonetheless. “Are you hungry?” The man, probably around my age, didn’t say anything but from the look on his face I could guess he was. “Sit.” I moved a chair for him with a flick of my tail and he served my portion before sitting down. “What’s your name?”

“Markus…” I gave him a good look and I decided that he was… cute, if anything. “May I?”

“Sure, dig in.” He didn’t wait much and took a few slices of pie and a couple more things from the trays and scarfed them down. “Guess they don’t feed you much.”

“It’s been a rough couple of months, with no service to take it around and no one working the plants for the fear of getting killed by them, there’s a severe shortage of food and goods. I haven’t had anything sweet in three weeks, not to mention meat.” I looked at my plate and gave him what was left inside it and poor Markus ate that too. “Thanks sir.” No shame whatsoever, good. He burped and slumped back on the chair. “Can I ask a question?” I nodded. “What’s it like, living with them?”

“Why? Interested in going up between the stars?” Please, let it be that way… He gave me a shrug and I took that for a yes. “Well, it’s particular, there’s a lot of behaviours and manners you need to learn, the rigid hierarchy, the… females that run everything, the alien food.” His eyes glittered. “Yes, I ate fruits from an alien world fifty light years away and grown in a vat inside a spaceship but… I’d like to pluck it from the tree itself one day. It’s just a month or two of hyper-speed travel.” I stared at the excited guy for the whole time I spoke and I saw his expression change from happy to downright begging me with his eyes to take him with me.

“Is there any way to, you know, get recruited in some… space force? Get out and explore?”

“I’ll tell you what Markus, the space for this half of the galaxy is pretty much all mapped out and the other half is reserved to the exploration fleet.” I saw his chest cave in and the light disappear. “But chance is I need someone to come with me, there aren’t many humans that are willing to give up their fear of the unknown.”

“So I can…?”

“Yes, provided you do not freak out too much when the time comes.” I pulled the sleeve I previously rolled down my arm and typed in a new event on the calendar. “I’ll give you… two, no, let’s make it three days. Get your stuff packed and come back here, I’ll get in orbit around that time. I’ll take the chance to break you in.”

For the next five minutes he couldn’t stop thanking me and for a couple I was kind of fine with it but the other three were honestly a long drag, I had to stop him by force and have him go out and promise me he’d not lose sleep over this matter. He parted with me not without a good dose of pushing on my end, a lot of it.

I sat on the couch after he went away, happy to have found a kindred soul, thinking about all the things I’d show him, all the places we’d go on my private ship, once I got one. The rings of Saturn, the moons of Jupiter, Pluto… Maybe hop on Mars and take souvenirs or something on that line. He’d love it for sure.

I was about to drift to sleep when I heard the door open, weird since I had left it closed and made sure that it would stay that way but given who just waltzed in, it wasn’t so bad. A familiar green hide burst through with the energy of an atom bomb and quite literally threw herself on me.

“Hi…”

“Hi!” Jama licked my face several times before stopping and leaning in for a kiss. “I missed you.”

“Same… how are the eggs?”

“They are doing just fine, I’ve got something like… ten males watching over them all the friggin’ time. They’ll wear out the shell if they stare at them like that.” She scoffed. “I needed some ‘me’ time, if you know what I mean.” Jama smiled devilishly. “And by ‘me’ I mean ‘you and me’.”

“I got that the moment you began grinding that lively hips of yours on my crotch.” I gave her ass a light spank, making her hiss in pleasure and press her body closer to me, sniffing the air with a somewhat disappointed expression. “Sorry dear… I cannot go all day sweaty and… enchanting lovely females all day.”

“Why? Do you work on humans as well?” Oh, the glint in her eyes didn’t bode well, or maybe it did… hard to say.

“I’m not keen on finding out anytime soon… not when I have someone who I know will like me way more than any boring old human could.” She purred happily and I felt the vibrations run through me.

I loved it way more than I should have and I decided to let myself go, taking off each of the three patches I wore under my shirt. Less than a minute later I could smell myself in the air. Wearing the patches was good until I took them off and then I’d let out all the scent that had been suppressed to that moment. As I said, good and bad.

Jama shivered more than the last time, her tail lashing to her sides and failing to even get a semblance of a grip on herself. She was more than dripping and I could feel her slit bathe my crotch with her arousal. With a tug of my fake tail I removed the pants and freed my sizeable member, hardening while surrounded by a sea of warm wetness, parting her folds just with its presence.

“Hmm, I missed this too.” Her hips moved on their own, further slickening my cock. “After the lay, my lady parts have not recovered yet, I bet… I bet I could take you.”

“You do feel…” she hissed again as I grabbed her ass and squeezed it tight. “… wet enough to try.”

“Then do it, now!”

“As you wish my lady.” She smiled for just the split second it took me to lift her up, line that wonderful snatch with my head and lower her, half of my length immediately buried inside her passage, already giving her a hard and a good time. “Oh, fuck yes…” Her mouth to say something but nothing came out, only a few garbled words lost in the thick air. “I wonder what’ll happen if I come inside…” Jama mewled and shivered with the clear signs of an orgasm, the first of many for sure. “Let’s give it a try.” Our tails coiled together as we began to mate, me on the couch and her on my lap, bouncing up and down without end, coming over and over around me.

Minutes passed and I managed to get more and more of me inside her, eventually leaving but an inch outside, the rest breaching into her egg chamber and filling it with pre, more than any man could hope to produce. The ripe plums that were my balls slapped hard against her undertail, a pleasant kind of pain and a far more erotic sound, accompanying each motion until I felt myself reach the perfect edge of pleasure, close to release but not too close so that I’d come soon.

I lingered on the edge of madness, basking in the feeling of a warm and receptive passage around me, ready to bear so many young and then some more, my very core itching to try and see if I could really get her pregnant but the universe had something else in mind. If I had closed the door and Jama had used the universal pass she stole from the reception, she forgot to close it behind.

“Sorry sir, I forgot the tray…” A very sorry Markus bolted in, apparently in some sort of agreement with Gran to ruin my pleasure.

Jama got scared and slipped off my cock just as the first shots of seed blasted through my length, missing their intended target and splashing on her undertail, coating in shot after shot in pearly white produce. She howled and came one last time, holding on me with all her might, receiving what I was offering with the regret she missed the feeling of me filling her. I grunted and just hoped I would stop soon but my body disagreed and for the nest three minutes I kept coming and coming and coming. By the end, under my feet there was a puddle of wasted seed which my lovely companion didn’t wait to lick clean and then turn on the source of that liquid pleasure.

Markus didn’t run, hide or do anything other than looking as the green scaled female licked an unknown quantity of seed from the floor and then throw herself on my cock, cleaning that as well, cradling the balls responsible for that deluge in her hands.

“I think I told you to come in three days, Markus.” He pointed with a shaking hand at the cart he forgot.

“Sorry…” But he didn’t run and he didn’t have the look of disgust that I saw in Bran’s eyes. I had to know why.

“This must look all very disgusting to you. I understand if you don’t want to come with me anymore.” I looked down and caressed Jama’s head, letting her lick my fingers and suckle on them. “I’m… you can go now.”

“D-does this mean… I can’t come anymore?”

“Why? You still want to?” Markus nodded. “Why?”

“You said, ehm, you said not to get too shocked, right? I mean, surely there are other things that are just as weird as aliens or a man… coming for minutes… ok, ehm, I don’t care sir, I honestly do not.” I noticed how he was weirdly calm in all of this mess, though his breathing was ragged and I couldn’t help but notice a slight tent in that uniform of his. “I want to go in space more than I care about your sexual life… sir.”

“Good, because there’s bound to be quite a lot of alien ladies out there begging for some variety in their life, maybe you’ll get a couple of notches in your belt by the time the rest of the planet sees that this is not so bad.”

“It… surely looks… nice.” He swallowed hard all his saliva. “I-I… sorry, is there a weird smell in the air or it’s just me?” I smiled and curled my finger, inviting him to get closer.

“Come here and you’ll find out.” Jama smiled as well, looking with more than a few naughty ideas swirling in that crafty, horny mind of hers as Markus began undressing. His boxers were tented and with a clear patch of pre on top of the circumcised member he had. “S-sir?” I grabbed his hips, small but strong, and gave that wet spot a good lick, forcing a loud moan from the poor guy.

“I think we’ll have a lot of fun, the three of us.” We smiled and Markus blushed heavily, legs wobbling under the barrage of scents in the air. I didn’t tell him about the other one that would find such a prime male interesting, that was his surprise and prize, provided he was a good boy…