Probing Humanity {DigitalSiren x Staine}

[Bunny]

Vexi shifted in her seat, agitated; humans, that’s what this dominant race called themselves. Earth was the name they’d given their planet. It was a pretty enough planet, but it didn’t hold a candle to her own home, Kaothea. Where this world from space was mostly blue and green, Kaothea was a vivid pink, it’s clouds, yes that is what the humans called them, were golden in tone and it’s landmasses purples and black. “Thinking in human terms is exhausting” Her voice was silvery and light as she spoke to no one, alone on her ship. So far from home, Vexi was lonely, there was no denying it, even if most of the trip had been spent deep in slumber, there was no other Davilek on board, and the humans below were devoid of color, their skin a sickly shade for the most part. Nothing like her own pale lilac skin, shimmering softly in the glow of the lights from her console. Letting her lashes draw closed, her pale pink hued eyes hidden from view she exhaled a long breath. That was one thing that they did like humans. Pathetic little bugs.

A hand lifted to her pale hair, the silver strands falling about her diminutive form with almost liquid like grace. “Might as well get started” In truth, she was excited to learn about the little fragile creatures; she’d been watching programs from their world. Hentai, they were cartoons, and closer to what her own kind was like in many ways than the horror she found on the thing the humans called news. That was one thing the wee little bugs did that was in truth terrifying. War. Such things had never happened in her planet’s history, or in any of the neighboring planets or solar systems for that matter. “⏁⏃☍⟒ ⎍⌇ ⎅⍜⍙⋏” The ship began its descent upon her command, to take them down. Standing, she began her preparations, the hull of her ship breaking through the atmosphere.

Below, a shooting star, larger than most dashed across the night sky in a blaze of white, a tail of blue trailing behind it. As she streaked through the atmosphere, Vexi commanded the ship to go invisible. To a human watching, the shooting star vanished in the night sky, passing from view. In the few, what was the human word? Weeks! In the few weeks of observing and planning where to descend to, she’d settled on Nevada. It was comical, the cute little bugs thought they saw ‘aliens’ here. No doubt other species had visited this little backwater planet, but if they were anything like her own, they wouldn’t be held by the bugs, unless they desired to be detained. True not many races possessed her own’s unique ability to shapeshift, or phase… but any race able to travel the stars was far more advanced. To liken her own kind to the cavemen, humans had once been, that was the difference between the two.

Vexi hadn’t decided what gender to test first, letting that thing humans called… fate! Yes, that was it fate, decide.

Her spaceship moved soundlessly through the atmosphere, invisible as she searched ideally for a subject. She’d volunteered for this job, having heard about it from other podmates, the sort of fun that could come with it. The agitation of the long trip and the loneliness would fade the moment she took a subject. “Kneee-Vaah-Da-Uh” She sounded the state out, while looking at the mostly scraggly landscape. It wasn’t very pretty for the most part, nothing like her lush homeworld, but that was okay, she wasn’t here for the view. In the darkness she saw a figure walking, face upturned towards the stars. “⋉⍜⍜⋔ ⏃⋏⎅ ⟒⋏⊑⏃⋏☊⟒” as instructed her monitor zoomed and enhanced. “Male?” She was honestly unsure, the human’s long hair was black almost inky and shifted on the current it’s body created. Vexi smiled, delicate white teeth flashing, her elongated canines peeking out. “⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇⌿⍜⍀⏁ ⏁⊑⟒ ⊑⎍⋔⏃⋏ ⏁⍜ ⊑⍜⌰⎅⟟⋏☌ ☊⟒⌰⌰” it was as simple to abduct the human as uttering, transport the human to a cell. One moment it was walking on its planet and the next, as if in a blink of an eye it was locked within a cell with minimal creature comforts, a static barrier between it and Vexi.

Tilting her head, silver locks rushed past her shoulder as she looked at it. From its side, she was a blur of silver, lilac and pink. From her side, it was crystal clear. “⟟⋏⏁⟒⍀⟒⌇⏁⟟⋏☌. ⟟⏁ ⍙⟒⏃⍀⌇ ☊⍜⎐⟒⍀⟟⋏☌⌇? ⌿⟒⍀⊑⏃⌿⌇ ⌇⎍☊⊑ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☌⌇ ⏃⍀⟒ ⎅⍜⋏⟒ ⏁⍜ ⌿⍀⟒⎐⟒⋏⏁ ⎅⏃⋔⏃☌⟒ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏚⍜⎅⊬” She could think of no other reason humans would wear the coverings, if not to protect their form. Her own svelte form was naked, that was the word humans would use. Hitting a button the barrier between them became clear both ways. Vexi was a lovely example of her species. Her diminutive form was ideal for a Davilek, in human terms, she was perhaps 4’11, but no more. The shade of her skin, that pale lilac with the slight silver sheen to it was a sign of beauty. The silver of her hair accentuated the shimmer of her skin, falling down around her shoulders and form in soft waves. The shape of her form was pleasing to her own kind and without her being aware, would be pleasing to humans as well. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but were perky and a little less than an average human’s handful, the line of her torso tucked in delicately before flaring at the hip and her arms were shapely, the ends of her fingers grazing just past her rear… Her rear was pert, humans might have said she had a bubble butt, before the slender line of her thighs and calves ended at small feet. Along her neck and down along the edges of her breasts, the curve of her waist and the blossom of her hips to her thighs was a delicate tattoo, that would be what humans called it, glowed softly. Along her back, similar runes were etched into her supple flesh.

Pale pink eyes blinked at it through the barrier. Unlike it’s own eyes, hers had no pupil or iris, color drowning both and where the white should have been. Her lips were full, pouty and tinged a deeper purple. Watching it for a few more minutes, Vexi decided to address it. “Human?” There was a lilt to her silvery voice, like the sweet sound of bells, that questioned. “English?” Another question and yet another to follow. “Male?” Her eyes moved across it’s form, and a frown pulled at her lips. “Unable to tell. Disrobe”

 

[Staine]

Arik looked through his telescope again, adjusting as he followed the shooting star, eagerly trying to keep his eye on it as it streaked across the horizon. He came out here to observe the stars and the night sky whenever he got time away from work which depending on the week wasn't all too often. A research tech at the fabled Homey Airport, unofficially and more commonly known as Area 51, it had been his dream job ever since he had been a child. From a young age, Arik had been obsessed with the universe and aliens in particular, he had grown up reading books, watching the X-files and dreaming of being the first to welcome alien life to the planet, friendly aliens at least. He was sure that hostile ones had already been captured in Nevada, rounded up by the military and shipped off to Area 51 where the experiments would be performed but that wasn't the kind of encounter he was looking for, to pioneer. An encounter of the 5th kind was what he sought, directly communicating with the aliens on or from Earth with the aliens, voluntarily, though in his cups he would tell anybody who was crazy enough to listen to him that he would be happy enough with an encounter of the 4th kind too, abduction, as long as he got to speak with the aliens in question and learn about them. It had been a surprise to nobody when he had moved to Nevada, immersed himself in the culture, the silly restaurants and tourist shops being both fascinating for him and amusing. Arik was no tourist, he was the real deal, he had studied in university, he had his doctorates in biology and had come to get closer to the base itself, to try and find employment where there was most likely proof of alien life.

And he had.

It hadn't been easy, but every job that came up at the base he applied for, over-qualified for most but the perfect spot had opened up and after a rather extensive background check to ensure he was 'safe' he had been given clearance at the ground level. From there he had worked his way up by working hard, gaining more and more clearance as they did mostly normal military base research, much to his dismay. There were the odd specimens he would have to analyse and verify as they were brought in from elsewhere, anything suspected to be extra-terrestrial in origin was sent through his lab and he learned a couple of important things. Firstly, nothing they let him near was actually of alien origin; mostly he was dealing with junk sent in from conspiracy theorists, fakes made to 'prove' the existence of alien life. As he gained higher clearance, he saw more suspicious things but nothing concrete, and he was fast losing hope. Currently he had one of the highest clearances a researcher could get and still had seen nothing, but there was a level above where he was, maybe even more, and parts of the base he had never seen. This week had been the last straw, still dealing with the aftermath of the idiots who had camped out for days to 'rush' Area 51 because of that dumb internet meme and tensions had been high so he had taken the week off, using up his holidays. About half a mile away, his RV was waiting, driving out into the desert had been just the break he needed, just him and the stars themselves and nature. Well, nature and a $100,000 RV with all the modern conveniences. He'd walked from there, carrying with him his backpack with food, a book or two, emergency supplies, his radio and the cute little bunny rabbit stuffed toy he had bought just in case he was ever abducted and needed a gift. In his pocket was the GPS device and his phone. He'd been drinking JD and coke while he looked around until the shooting star had crossed his sights, following it until it vanished in the middle of nowhere. The next couple of hours passed with nothing of note, and he had jotted everything down in his notebook before packing everything away and starting the long walk back to the RV. It was only the first night, he had plenty more to do and already a shooting star that he had never seen before! This was just the vacation he needed!

He never made it back.

A blinding flash of light, pink and purple that seemed to light up his entire world to the point that he couldn't see a thing and a strange feeling through his entire body, a tingling, almost painful but not quite sensation and cool rather than warm, floaty and like he was out of sync. It felt like...he was playing a video game and he had just lagged, rubber-banded backwards. When the pink cleared he wasn't in the desert anymore. He had his backback with him, his drink in his hand and the GPS device in the other, telescope slung over his shoulder, but he was in a metallic looking, silver room, polished to a mirror sheen in the strictest definition of the word; Arik could literally see his reflection in it, 6ft tall, handsome and toned beneath the sandy coloured jacket he was wearing, the black military issue combat pants with half a dozen pockets in which he had all the things he felt he might need if he was caught unaware in the desert, and the black hiking boots. His long, black hair hung down past his shoulders and his masculine features were more than handsome, he wouldn't look out of place as a model but had forgone exploiting his looks to focus on his passion for alien life. There were three such walls around him, where the fourth should be there was only a blur of more silver, magenta and pink that shimmered and warped, like he was staring into the static of a particularly feminine television channel. "Hello? What...what's going on, who is this? What's happening?" Years of working at Area 51 had not prepared him to recognise immediately that he had been abducted, the usual expected thoughts coming to mind before it was pieced together; he had been walking in the desert, now he was surrounded by advanced technology, alone, and it was cold. His eyes went wide as the thoughts surged through him, the possibility that he had actually been abducted. "Are...are you...aliens? Do you come in peace?" It felt stupid to say but of course, what else would he say?

The barrier in front of him suddenly became transparent and he was face to face with...not what he expected. No little green or grey men, nothing grotesque at all but definitely, distinctly not human. The woman in front of him was beautiful, shorter than him and incredibly beautiful, she looked flawless, peering at him with a curious expression on her human-like face. Most of her appeared human, in fact, which again he found to be strange considering what he was expecting. And naked...she was definitely naked. "H...hello?" Unable to help himself he stepped closer to the barrier, or where it had been, excited and full of anticipation of the first contact with an extra-terrestrial being! Then, she spoke, and he froze. English! Not just the language but the word itself, English, then male. "Yes! Yes, English, Male...well, American actually, but yes, you speak En..." He was cut off by her last sentence, and he frowned, pausing. Disrobe? Did she expect him to undress in front of her? For a smart man, Arik was speechless, his mouth hanging open a little as he stared at her, then shook his head. "No, no, sorry but I don't feel comfortable undressing, I'm..." He paused, deciding to speak more slowly and gesturing to himself. "Arik...my name is Arik, what's yours?" The words were spoken slowly and clearly, like he was in a foreign country trying to order food obnoxiously. "Human! You are?" He pointed to her, smiling and reaching for his backpack, throwing it down to the floor. He had the bunny, he had to give her the gift he had with him just for such an emergency!

 

[Bunny]

The questions the human asked amused her; they were so cute! The field between them had become glass-like and she could see it properly now. Frowning some she tilted her head, strands of silver falling over her shoulder, tickling at one pale purple nipple as it swayed back and forth. “Male?” Nodding, she straightened, giving him the command to disrobe. She waited for a moment, but the shake of his head had her frowning. “Disrobe” Was her human defective? His speech slowed as he began to enunciate slowly. “Are you faulty?” Sighing, she turned away, speaking softly. “⟟ ⍙⍜⋏⎅⟒⍀ ⟟⎎ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇⌿⍜⍀⏁⟟⋏☌ ⏚⍀⍜☍⟒ ⊑⟟⋔. ⍜⊑ ⍙⟒⌰⌰... ⏃⏁⍜⋔⟟⋉⟒ ⊑⟟⌇ ☊⍜⎐⟒⍀⟟⋏☌⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⊑⟒⋏ ⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇⌿⍜⍀⏁ ⊑⟟⋔ ⏁⍜ ⍀⟒⌇⟒⏃⍀☊⊑ ⏚⏃⊬ ⍜⋏⟒.” If transporting had broken her human, it might not all be lost. She could still perform some experiments on him, as a baseline.

Heading towards research room one, she trusted to find the human there. His coverings vaporized and strapped down to an exam field. The field would hold him still, as if paralyzed; at least his arms and legs. She would be able to move his extremities, as needed, but once moved it would lock him in place again. Coming into the room she found him floating above her. He’d need to be lower for her to start her first experiment. “⌰⍜⍙⟒⍀ ⊑⟟⋔ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⍀⏃☊☍ ⊑⟟⌇ ⎐⟟⏁⏃⌰⌇.” With him lowering, and her ship tracking his vitals she moved around him. The room was chilly, but it provided a sterile place to do research, the walls, much like his cell were silvery in tone, though further away. Against one wall was a bank of pods, lights at the end of each tube, five in total, forming a circle. Misty lights were spaced out, and around the static field in which he was trapped, both at the bottom and top were sealed ducts, to allow instruments to lower and retract as needed.

Even if his mind was defective, his body was a fine specimen. From the human shows she’d seen, she had a rough idea of his anatomy, but she wondered if it was realistic. “Are you average for a human male?” She looked to him, a pad in her hands. While she waited for her answer she began to write down what she could observe about him. Male, long hair, possibly defective. She measured his height, the length of his limbs; both arms and legs, before she reached out and lifted his cock in her hands. It too was measured. “Explain your anatomy. Be specific.” In the weeks of watching humans, their shows, she’d come up with a plan of attack, so to speak. Though, there was still concern that her human was in fact broken. Maybe it could heal, and be not broken. That was the hope at least.

“⌰⍜⍙⟒⍀ ⌇☊⍀⟒⟒⋏” A screen lowered at her command and with a flick of her fingers on her pad, a porn started to play. A man and woman were on the screen, the man’s legs were spread and shackled into place near his hands, both above his head. The woman was jerking him off and as the little film went on, he opened his mouth as he came. She pointed to the man’s erect penis. “Why does yours not stand up?” Even in the hentai she’d watched, she’d never seen a flaccid man and most of the porn had been similar.”Are you defective?” She still seemed stuck on the idea he was broken or defective.

 

[Staine]

The alien, if that was what she was and Arik had no reason to doubt it, his heart pounding with so much excitement that he knew it had to be real, either that or he had collapsed in the desert and was dreaming, tilted her head at him as he answered her. Did she not understand? Since this was the first encounter he had no idea how this would actually work, did the alien speak English at all or was she using some kind of translator? Her voice had been almost human but the tone of it had sounded off, like tinkling almost. Was that just her alien vocal cords? He had so many questions! And...why was she naked? Ordinarily he might be aroused but all his senses were focused on the excitement of the encounter, could he really be the first human to make contact? Actual contact? He rooted through his bag as it was on the floor, looking for the bunny he had bought as a gift, his telescope was laying off to the side, abandoned with the GPS tracker and his phone. She repeated the requests she had made, for he still thought of them as requests, and he looked up from the bag, his brow furrowing and another shake of his head. "What? Oh, yes, I'm male, sorry...umm, I really don't want to disrobe, can we keep the clothes on?" He spoke slowly still, like she wouldn't understand if he spoke at his usual rate. Suddenly she spoke an entirely different language, one he wasn't sure he would be able to even replicate, and another flash of light overtook him, the same pink from earlier.

This time he felt even more discombobulated when the light cleared, he still didn't know how much time had passed but it felt like none at all but there were definitely things that had changed. For a start, he couldn't move! He felt like he was on some kind of table but his arms and legs were paralysed, no matter how much he struggled there seemed to be no way to move them. "H...hello? Alien? Person? What's happening?" As smart as he was, a scientist even, Arik was slow on the uptake, he'd never given much stock to abduction stories and fantasies and how they showed up in the media and didn't connect the two as actually happening. He found he could turn his head at least, and it didn't help his mental state as he panicked; there was nothing beneath him at all!! He could feel the pressure of a table, it felt like his arms and legs were bound but he was floating! What kind of technology was this? He was still panicking when the alien walked in and he noticed the second thing...he was naked. His clothes were completely gone, all of them! "H...hey, please, let me out of here! I come in peace! I mean...I'm a human, male! I'm disrobed, look!" He was actually starting to worry now, he had expected, or hoped, for something more peaceful, for discussion but the alien simply walked over to him and spoke more of that strange language and he found he was floating downwards towards her, stopping at around her waist height, still unable to move a muscle in his arms and legs as he looked up at her.

She started to write something down, and he shook his head in response to her question. "Average? I...I don't know what you mean? I'm smarter than most, I think...my IQ is...god, I can't remember..." He was struggling to make sense of things, still a little out of sorts from the teleportation, disoriented. She started to measure him, his arms and legs as he shivered, not knowing whether it was from the coldness of the room or from fear. Finally she touched his genitals, taking his cock in hand and measuring that too. "Explain? I'm human, a male, like you said! I have arms, and legs, and...that's my penis, for...reproducing..." As she touched him, his naked condition was starting to make him feel more and more exposed even while she was naked too, and it didn't help when she spoke again and the screen lowered and the porn started to play on it. On the screen, a video played and his eyes went wide as he looked at it, the man bound, the woman playing with his cock, jacking him off towards his own face. "Wait...woah, please, what are you doing? Is this some kind of joke?" The confusion didn't seem to end as his eyes flicked from the beautiful alien to the screen over and over and he had the sense to blush as she pointed to the man on the screen and his dick, erect unlike his own, though that had already swiftly started to change.

As he watched the porn, he had started to harden; he wasn't particularly into the things happening on the screen, the kinky stuff anyway, but the woman was sexy, not as much as the alien was but he had often found himself masturbating to alien hentai images before, like he had conditioned himself and now one was asking him about his penis...soon it was at full mast despite trying not to think about it, the full eight inches, thick, stiff and standing up much like the one on the screen. "I...it wasn't erect, I wasn't aroused, I'm not defective, I swear!" It was almost comical how he defended his masculinity despite being at her mercy, almost angry sounding even in the situation he was in as he struggled to try and move his limbs. Every time she had moved them herself they had gone easily, but as soon as she released him they froze on place like he was in some invisible bindings, it was so frustrating! "Please...I think we got off on the wrong foot, I...I've always wanted to meet an alien. My name is Arik, I come from Earth, Nevada, in the USA! I'm a scientist, a researcher...I'll answer your questions, just release me, we can talk about this!" He was looking into her eyes, the lack of pupils slightly disturbing, and he was starting to hyperventilate, the strange devices in the room definitely not helping him. "What...what's your name? I even brought you a gift! W...where did my clothes go? My things? It was in my bag!"

 

[Bunny]

A lot of what the human said made little sense to her. She knew his language as guttural as it was, but understanding him in truth was much harder than she’d thought. Like, when asking, clearly physically, if he was average, he mentioned IQ. That alone had caused her to pause and just stare at him, trying to figure out why he’d bring it up. Frowning she’d taken notes as he’d confirmed once more he was a human male and as he identified his penis for her. Penis, it was an odd word, and not the one used in their educational films. Humans were weird, Vexi determined. Like, wrong foot. How was one foot the correct one to get off on? She’d been taking notes as the film had started to play and watching him with intent, observant eyes.

His penis, Vexi determined she liked the word the films used better, cock, slowly growing stiff and hard before her eyes. “⎎⏃⌇☊⟟⋏⏃⏁⟟⋏☌” and it was indeed fascinating. A slender hand reached through the field, her hand closing around his shaft. Her skin was satin, velvety soft as she stroked his cock much like the woman was doing, the reason for this was the man in the educational program was breathing hard.His questions were annoying, humans talked too much. “It’s good you’re not defective” The words offered as comfort. Defective she’d had very little use than a baseline of what she wouldn’t expect. “What caused you to become aroused?” It was puzzling that he’d need to be aroused. Her mind shuffled through her knowledge of the human race, in particular a dictionary. Evoke or awaken (a feeling, emotion, or response)? Her mind spat the information out verbatim. No… that wasn’t it. Excite or provoke (someone) to anger or strong emotions. Perhaps, he was hysterical. Excite (someone) sexually. Frowning her hand paused then withdrew. “Are you angry or sexually excited?”

Sighing at him, the small female alien was clearly becoming annoyed. “You refused to disrobe. So they were vaporized.” Another image was put up, this one of hentai. This one depicted two males, one image beside another. They were smaller gifs, but both depicting both males with a tentacle or two in their ass.. One had another tentacle wrapped around the shaft of the male, jerking him off, the other was probing the tip of his cock before starting to sound him. Both men were retrained, and neither seemed happy… “You like the female and male, do you like this?” She’d found a bunch of info on tentacles. Mostly females being fucked by them, either like the men, unhappy, or so she thought. The other half were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Shifting, she brushed her hand down her stomach toward her own pussy. Stopping herself she spoke in her sweet, trilling language. “⋏⍜! ⌰⏃⏁⟒⍀…” She’d made a program to test it out… She found she was one of the latter. She very much enjoyed the tentacles. She could play with later, as she’d said, however. Biting her lower lip she looked at the male, suspended in the air. But, no one said she couldn’t satiate her desire on him, just until she was back in her own quarters.

She pointed to the image again. “Do you like?” Her eyes moved back to his cock, still hard. It seemed to bounce slightly in time with his heart, the tracking of which was on her pad. She could see it jerk slightly as his heart thumped. “⌿⟒⍀⊑⏃⌿⌇ ⊑⟒ ⋏⟒⟒⎅⌇ ⏁⍜ ⎎⟒⟒⌰ ⏁⊑⟒ ⌇⏁⟟⋔⎍⌰⏃⏁⟟⍜⋏. ☊⍜⋔⌿⎍⏁⟒⍀ ⍀⎍⋏ ⌿⍀⍜☌⍀⏃⋔ ⏁⟒⋏⏁⏃☊⌰⟒ ⍀⏃⌿⟒. ⌇⟟⋉⟒, ⌰⏃⍀☌⟒.” He’d gotten harder after she’d touched him. Perhaps he needed to feel this too. As the computer booted up the program, tentacles began to drop from the floor, as instructed. Looking at the screen, she debated before speaking again “⎎⟟⍀⌇⏁ ⟟⋔⏃☌⟒, ⍀⟒⌿⌰⟟☊⏃⏁⟒.” Choosing the first image to replicate. Unlike the tentacles in the image, these were purple and almost translucent. As they wrapped around his arms and legs, flipping him over into the position she’d wanted they’d feel firm, but slick. They were covered in an aphrodisiac that her people produced. A slender tentacle wrapped around his shaft as another probed the tight hole of his ass, slowly squirming in. That was one of the part’s she’d liked best, the squirming sensation as it filled her. That and the little suction cups, on her nipples and clit. She bit her lower lip, cheeks flushing from the memory. Yes, she’d need to play with her new toy again… “Lucky..” She muttered as she began to take notes. There would be time later, but she couldn't help but be jealous of what was about to happen to him.

 

[Staine]

The way she was watching him was making Arik feel even more uneasy, as thought being naked and pretty much bound wasn't enough unease in his life, and it didn't get any less so as she didn't seem to respond to his questions in any way. The human was panicked, confused...this wasn't the way it was meant to be, lifelong dreams of meeting with an alien and he was in a sterile room, naked...things he had heard of abductions but always written off as the ravings of lunatics and now he was seeing first hand that at least some of it was true, but he had hope! As she told him it was good that he wasn't defective, at least one question was answered; she could understand him. That was progress! "No, not defective! Y...your name? You didn't tell me your name yet, I'm Arik. Ahh-rick." Again he resorted to speaking slowly in case speaking too fast would confuse her. She spoke in more of that strange language, the one he wasn't even sure he would be able to replicate with his own vocal cords, then asked him questions he would rather not have had to answer. Blushing, not used to such forward questions about sexuality and feeling more exposed than ever, at first he didn't want to answer, not until she told him what had happened to his clothes.

"The woman! The woman on the screen, and...and you..." Blushing deeper, he was trying to figure out the best way to say it, at least looking away from the alien as he answered. "Aroused...but what did you expect! You can't just kidnap a man, strip him down and touch him and expect him not to get hard, not when you look like...like...like that!" He had looked back to her again, his eyes drifting down and it confirmed his own feelings if nothing else; she was undoubtedly sexy, something about the alien body appealed to him in a way even human women didn't, and her own hand going down her body towards her sex made his eyes widen and a soft gasp escaped him as her hand grasped his cock, groaning as he closed his eyes and tried to think of baseball and basketball and all those other things that didn't interest him. The noise from the screen changed, and his eyes snapped open in time to see more animated images, hentai...these ones with a clear them. "Do you like?" The question was clearly aimed at what she was showing him, and as he watched the thick, powerful tentacles penetrate the man on screen he whimpered softly; his erection didn't go down, it wouldn't while such a divine being was stroking him, but in his eyes was a look of fear as he turned them to her and shook his head rapidly.

"No, don't like! It's...it's interesting...but I prefer more..." He paused as she spoke more of that language, wishing he had some way to translate what she was saying as more things in the room began to move again. He heard a noise above him and looked up, shaking his head more as he saw what was approaching him. Tentacles. Purple and large, thick, they seemed to never end as they slowly descended towards him and he looked back to her, his heart racing and panic going through him only to find she was watching him with what in a human would be an aroused look in her eyes, even biting her lower lip and was she blushing?? "Please no...you don't have to do this, I'll cooperate, I'll answer your questions! Ask me anything! I don't want...I don't like, not this!" It didn't seem to matter, she paid little attention to him as the tentacles approached. Of all the thing Arik had heard from lunatic 'abductees' being probed had been the least plausible, why on earth would an alien ever want to probe somebody? As the tentacles wrapped around his wrists and ankles, he was starting to regret not believing them, and not being more careful, and definitely regretting taking a vacation.

Firm, almost slippery, they tightened around his limbs and turned him in the air, and he found himself face to face with the beautiful alien that was putting him through all of this. His body was starting to feel a little strange already, somehow he was even more aroused than he had been when she had grasped his cock, but in his mind he knew he definitely didn't want this! Oh he wasn't naive, he knew that lots of people loved tentacles, men and women alike but he had managed to avoid being one of them, vanilla would be the term used to describe his sexuality best but it didn't seem to matter as he felt the thick, almost gelatinous feeling tentacle against her virgin rear. He whimpered again, shaking his head. "Please, alien...whatever you are, stop! Don't...ahh..." Pressure. He felt the pressure first and then his ass slowly stretching open to allow the intruder inside him, a soft noise of discomfort, a groan and a noise of pain as it stretched him wide, wriggling into him. At some point he had regained the ability to move his arms and legs but as he struggled they held firm, the sight almost comical as he tried to escape their grasp and another moan as a smaller tentacle circled around his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. The alien woman began to take notes, circling round him while he followed her with his eyes as best he can. "Stop, let me go! Please, this isn't...I don't want to be here! It hurts! It's too big...it's too biiiiig!"

 

[Bunny]

The idea of human sexuality was difficult for her to understand, if she’d been human, she would be close to twenty two and on her home planet, such predilections were unheard of. There were separate sexes, much like humans had, but each of the sexes enjoyed the attention of the others. It mattered not, if the physical desire was there. Her own kind was varied, though many shared similar traits. Vexi herself was a fair, tiny female of her race but her kind also ran darker, rather than the soft lilac of her skin, there were those whose skin was a deep purpley black, with shimmers of gold in their skin. The sexes varied as drastically as their skin tones, they had what human’s called futa, males, females and pori.

Shifting around her human, Vexi heaved a sigh as he began to raise his voice. “⏁⊑⟒ ⊑⎍⋔⏃⋏ ⟟⌇ ⏁⍜⍜ ⌰⍜⎍⎅. ⌿⌰⟒⏃⌇⟒ ☊⍀⟒⏃⏁⟒ ⏃ ⏚⏃⍀⍀⟟⟒⍀.” The computer complied and soon, there was the blissful silence. “⍀⟒☊⍜⍀⎅ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⏁ ⌇⏃⊬⌇, ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇☊⍀⟟⏚⟒ ⟟⏁.” It was smart thinking on her part, Vexi felt, to have the speech that the human was rattling off transcribed, that way she wouldn’t have to listen to it at all. His wants and desires were of little consequence to her. Besides, his body told another story. She was behind him fully as she watched the slick end of a tentacle slide into his ass fully. Licking her upper lip, she watched as it began to slowly pull back, only to thrust in again. Vexi shifted behind him, just watching was making her horny.

Biting back a whimper, she went back to taking notes, when she noticed that her human was leaking. Had he lied to her? Leaking was never a good sign, was it? “⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇☊⍀⟟⏚⟒ ⊑⟟⌇ ⋏⟒⌖⏁ ⏃⋏⌇⍙⟒⍀ ⏁⍜ ⋔⊬ ⎅⏃⏁⏃ ⌿⏃⎅.” With the computer ready to comply with her order to translate his next answer to her she circled back to the front. From the angle he was at, his face was very close to her pale lilac breasts, her nipples arching slightly from her own arousal. “You are leaking, explain!” The silly human had been talking this whole time, but she’d not heard a word, nor would she hear his answer, instead reading the text on her tablet.

Her eyes went back to his leaking cock, the tip of one finger running along the soft tip of him. Collecting the moisture on her finger. She showed him his leak and waited, patiently for an answer, playing with the substance between her fingers. It was slick and slightly sticky. Lifting it to her mouth she sucked the tip of her finger clean. It tasted salty and metallic and a touch sweet. Sucking on the tip of her finger, she watched the tentacle in his ass start to pick up speed. Her hand drifted lower again, toying with her lips. She was moist already, she could feel it. It wouldn’t do to pleasure herself with more data to be collected… But… perhaps… She looked at him with renewed interest.

“⎎⌰⟟⌿ ⊑⟟⋔ ⍜⎐⟒⍀ ⏃⋏⎅ ⌰⍜⍙⟒⍀ ⊑⟟⋔ ⏁⟟⌰⌰ ⟟ ⌇⏃⊬ ⌇⏁⍜⌿” Arik would find himself now on his back, and being lowered slowly. “⌰⍜⍙⟒⍀.. ⌰⍜⍙⟒⍀..” He was lowered until his face was level with her glistening lips “⌿⟒⍀⎎⟒☊⏁! ⌇⏁⍜⌿.” The movement stopping when he was at the perfect height. She didn’t as, but rather straddled his head, her pussy just above his mouth. The lips of her pussy were a slightly deeper shade of lilac and her precum was a delectable berry color, the scent of it sweet and slightly fruity. Her entire sex, much like her body, save for her hair was free of hair. A sweet sound vibrated along her throat. “⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⊑⟟☌⊑⟒⍀.. “ Risen at her command his mouth and nose were pressed against her pussy lightly. “Lick, human”

 

[Staine]

The intrusion into his rear had made Arik's eyes go wide as he struggled fruitlessly against the tentacles that held his limbs tight; no matter how much he wriggled and squirmed or how slippery the tentacles seemed, there was no escaping them, they held fast, holding him in the air and on full display while the thicker one wriggled deeper into his ass, stretching the poor, virgin hole wide as it seemed to relentlessly invade him. "Please, take it out! Make it st...uh, make it stop!" Even as he cried out for help, the alien didn't seem to care much, if anything she looked annoyed, he lost sight of her as she circled behind him, blushing as he realised the sight she must be greeted with, the thick appendage squirming deeper into his rear until it finally stopped moving altogether. He heard her say something, once more it was in that language that he didn't understand and nothing happened...just a few moments of peace before suddenly the tentacle started to move again, this time starting to drive into him in short, powerful thrusts. He didn't know how far it was inside him, it felt like it was huge but something told him it hadn't actually gone that far, the girth though...and the face he had never been touched back there not even by himself, it all made it seem much larger than it was. He cried out again, begging for her to stop but the alien either didn't care or worse, was enjoying his suffering.

While his ass was violated, the other tentacle, wrapped around his cock, had started to pump his shaft and the aphrodisiac covering it was being absorbed by his flesh...despite the pain and humiliation he was going through he was at full mast, he could feel waves of pleasure build between the discomfort and pain as he was raped by the tentacle, gasping and moaning in between pleading for the damn thing to stop. The alien was in front of him again, he found himself face to face with her breasts, his protests silenced for a moment even as the tentacle continued it's assault mercilessly as he stared hungrily at them...what the hell was wrong with him? Having no clue of the presence of the aphrodisiac but completely under it's affects, Arik couldn't comprehend why he was so aroused, why his cock was so painfully hard in the tentacle's grasp and why the pain was slowly starting to become pleasure as the ever-pliant tentacle rubbed against something inside him, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his entire body. The alien asked him a question, and as if to demonstrate, he felt her finger against the tip of his cock, watching it come back to view with his own pre-cum glistening on the tip. Watching her with wide eyes, grunting as the powerful tentacle thrust into him again, he watched her suck him off her own finger, wishing it was his cock between her lips.

"I...I'm horny! That's pre-cum...please, I need.....make it stop, or...or make me cum! I can't take it anymore!" Arik didn't even know what he wanted anymore, if asked any time before now he would have said to not have his ass rammed by a tentacle, but right now orgasm was forefront on his list of desires, preferably down the gorgeous alien's throat. More alien words were spoken and the tentacles lowered him, twisting and turning him in the air while the one in his ass refused to stop pounding into him, until he found himself staring up, head between her thighs and met with glistening, clearly dripping lips. Was she really this aroused by watching him get sodomised by her tentacle? What kind of alien was this?? Even if the colour and scent was strange and unique to him, he knew what it signified, and he had only moments to try and think through the haze of his own lust before she spoke again.

The tentacles lifted him up towards her sex and he found himself pressed up against her, and he struggled once more, arching and twisting in the air against the tentacles but accomplishing no more than to look foolish as the one around his cock pumped and teased him right in front of the alien and the one in his rear pulled back only to thrust into him rapidly. "You have no right to do this...you're meant to come in peace, not sexually assault me!" He tried to reason once more but it didn't seem to matter, and he could already taste her on his lips, sweet, fruity...it was sinful and powerful and her command was clear, if she couldn't hear him at least he could hear her. As the tentacle drove into him once more he moaned against her and slid his tongue between those lips, letting her juices drizzle down his tongue and into his open mouth as he did as she told him to; maybe, just maybe if he was good and behaved then she would release him, stop this torture...though somewhere in the back of his mind something was gnawing at him, asking him if he really wanted it to stop as the tentacle rubbed against his prostate again and his cock leaked down over the tentacle stroking it.

 

[Bunny]

She’d read the tablet, not that it did her any good. He had no horns! She’d read it as she’d straddled his head and though nothing supported him, his head didn’t sink when his tongue pushed into her and she stopped standing on her own; instead her feet dangled slightly and she wiggled her dripping pussy against his face with a little whimper of pleasure. Tablet still in hand, she made notes about the way his body reacted and his silly horn comment. She wasn’t ready for the first test to be over either, so she shifted the aphrodisiac into a longer lasting one. Like alien Viagra, he’d be hard but not come until she altered the drugs that coated the tentacles once more.

One small hand reared on his chest, grinding her dripping little cunt against his face, eagerly. She was hoping for some of the pleasure she’d seen in their movies. Porn was very educational, she’d determined. Some of it would definitely be taken home and shown to her kind. Things like face sitting, the very thing she did now. In the movies, the women rode the faces of males and females alike. He should be a perfect test for such pleasure. If he was not, there was always his penis. Stupid word, she still didn't like it, but she tried using the word he had. Leaning forward the tip of her tongue brushed that swollen mushroom tip, flicking at it almost playfully as she licked that slightly salty-sweet metallic flavor.

There were many things she wished to test on her human. Deciding to be even more productive, she rocked her lips, grinding herself against his face as she wrote down things she desired to test. The very next one would be the cok inside her. Perhaps, later, once she’d tamed the wee little human enough, she could let him go and see what it meant to be savagely fucked. The words had a nice ring to them and she added a little mark next to the item on the list. There were many others and after a few moments her systems gave a beep. Looking at her tablet she gave a low annoyed growl. It was passing out?! What even was their capacity for the substance they breathed. Shifting within the field, she propped herself up within it and looked down her body at him, a long drawn out sound of annoyance leaving her.

His face was stained with her juices and she chuckled, suddenly amused by his appearance. Vexi waited until he breathed again and she was even generous enough to allow him a few more deep breaths before lowering herself once more. “You humans” She chuckled again and ground herself against him. “I suggest you try harder, or we will be here all night” There were many things to try, so she needed, by her calculations, to complete at least a few nightly in order to not fall behind schedule. She made a note, grading him as it were. “Your performance is unsatisfactory, human. If you are unable to perform to desired standards… perhaps I will need to find another”

 

[Staine]

With his tongue buried in the alien pussy Arik soon found he was unable to breathe properly as the tentacles lifted him higher. Panicking, he tried to lower his head but something was supporting it, like a solid plank of wood or steel beneath his head ensuring that he had no way to pull away, soon supporting her entire weight as she pressed down on him, wriggling over his mouth and nose and all he could do was work his tongue into her; for all he knew this was the end of his life, this girl was an alien, seemed confused about human anatomy and who knew if she even understood he needed the air to breathe? All the while his ass was being relentlessly violated by the long, thick tentacle that never seemed to tire, pumping into him wildly while the more slender of them stroked his cock. The one in his rear rubbed against his prostate over and over, sending waves of pleasure sparking through his system and up his shaft which was leaking his pre-cum down onto the tentacle massaging it. His hips moved of their own accord now, humping the air as though to get more friction, desperate to reach pleasure despite what was happening to him, because of it even, yet no matter how much he tried he was left dangling over that edge, unable to tumble off and into the pleasurable abyss.

It took just over a minute for the lack of oxygen to make him start to truly panic, thrashing against the tentacles, pulling and twisting in an attempt to free himself from beneath her, to get even a little air into his burning lungs but the merciless alien seemed lost in her own world of pleasure. He could hear her whimper and moan between the soft taps of her playing with that tablet she had been carrying, feel her wriggle on his face to guide his tongue, even start to grind against him. At one point he felt a hand on his chest and even as oxygen-deprived as he was the soft flick of her tongue against the head of his sensitive cock made him moan loudly against her, no doubt sending vibrations rippling through her. Finally, on the verge of passing out he had given up trying to pleasure her altogether when she lifted herself from him and he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling as his body was rocked by the powerful thrusts of the tentacle assailing him.

He could feel how wet his face was, could only imagine how it looked, coloured with her strangely toned juices as he opened his eyes, taking another breath as she chuckled at him. Was this really amusing her? She had almost killed him! "I couldn't breathe, I wa...mppph!!" He barely had time for a few breaths before she had lowered herself back onto him, grinding against him and once more preventing him from breathing at all. For a couple of moments he refused to lick, the dull pain in his poor, stretched and violated ass the only thing he felt besides the overwhelming pleasure of the tentacle working his shaft when he heard her speaking to him. Was she taunting him? Arik bristled at her words...first she threatened that they would be there all night, as though he had any hope of the sadistic creature releasing him after all she had done, but it was what came next that really rankled him. Unsatisfactory...finding another? Even though he was being used against his will, the idea of being replaced, of being found wanting hit something deep within him, his sense of pride pricked by her words.

No. Arik was the one who had desired to meet an alien; the encounter was far from what he had expected, everything about this was so wrong and yet to be cast aside wouldn't do...as crazy as it was he was still with a being from another planet, he had questions, he wouldn't be thrown away before she could answer them! He thrust his tongue into her with renewed vigor, her juices exploding on his tastebuds as he did his very best to bring her pleasure. His tongue drove into her much like the tentacle in his asshole, wriggling and seeking out the spots that would make her moan the loudest as she smothered him, riding his face. Once again his lungs were burning, he could feel the lack of air making him light headed, he was getting dizzy but he didn't stop; oh he struggled still, he couldn't help that but his tongue was still inside her sweet cunt, still twisting and trying to bring his captor to orgasm.