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It's my attempt at a believable tentacle story. It's a little heavy on talk and story, but there will be lots of sex, I promise. (MMF, F/alien, reluc, mc, sci-fi) *** Chapter one It was seventeen forty-five hours. The end of Kelly James’ shift was still fifteen minutes away, but that didn’t matter, since she was off for the next two days. She packed up her tools, closed the last circuitry tube and went to clock out. Yes! Two whole days without any maintenance calls, running from one end of the station to the other, whining officers’ demands, hearing her name blaring over the comm. She passed Pao on the way out. Pao wanted to know why she looked so chipper at the end of a ten-hour day. "I got a two day break coming up," Kelly replied. "Free at last, thank God Almighty, I’m free at last!" "You, maybe," Pao said wistfully indicating the display at his desk, "For me it’s a never-ending waterfall of stats and reports. You technicians have it easy." "Of course. That’s why I didn’t go in for Officer. I like having weekends." It wasn’t as if she actually had anything to do, though. There were always parties to go to, but Kelly wasn’t a party person and was rather solitary in general. Besides, she spent all day with those idiots, why should she want to spend her off time with them too? It was ridiculous, she thought as she headed to the pod train stop, that they still followed the twenty-four hour day, seven-day week, out here in space. The time it took for the space station Rogerian to make one cycle around Yed Prior 3 was much longer than one earth day and the station’s own rotations were too frequent to be significant. But Kelly was glad of the familiar cycle. Human beings had the old earth schedule built into them and they were healthiest and most alert when they followed it. And anyways, out here, any piece of familiarity was appreciated. Most of the humans onboard the station had been born and raised on earth, the rest on other stations. No human being had yet been born on any of the surface colonies. Conditions were so severe that only the toughest, most well trained personnel could get by. Luckily, there was little to complain about on the Rogerian. It was definitely state of the art, with flawless temperature and pressure control, recycling systems that made waste a thing of the past, and the centrifugal motion of the main wheel had been perfected to approximate earth gravity to within a tiny fraction of one G. For those who could cope with the limited space, life was comfortable and fairly easy. Kelly had never had a problem with being shut in. She’d already spent much of her childhood aboard cruisers and was at ease with the idea of being in space for an extended amount of time. Working on the station also gave her the opportunity to see things up close that few on earth would ever see. Being at something of a crossroads as it was, Rogerian was host to a number of alien species; traveling to and from earth, making treaties, apologizing for breaking treaties, making use of Rogerian’s huge libraries and laboratory facilities. When they came through it was a spectacle, each one was different and interesting, as ugly as some may be. The aliens made life interesting. Sometimes too interesting. Kelly always cut through the main arcade on her way to the public transport. It was a good place to grab some dinner on the way home, and everybody on board eventually ended up there at least once a day, since it was really the only place to socialize on the whole station. Kelly was not planning on stopping today; her feet hurt and she was late for the train. But the big crowd gathered got her attention, and when she saw the procession coming she had to stop and watch. It was at the end of that long workweek that a new ambassador came onboard with its entourage. The entourage itself was fairly familiar; four guards and two technicians of the Louak race, tall, spiky and impassive, wearing their traditional robes. But the main event was the gigantic glass globe that accompanied them. It was a good five meters tall, causing Kelly to wonder how they would get it through any doors they came to. It was filled with a cloudy, light blue liquid and inside it, curled up and bobbing with the movement of the tank, was the ambassador. It was impossible to tell if it was male or female, or either. It had numerous long appendages all wrapped around itself, and out of the mass shone one huge, round, blue eye. It was flat and iridescent like a fish eye. It spun and seemed to scan the audience as the tank floated by, the mean-looking guards keeping anybody from pressing in to get a closer look. Something about the creature seemed to mesmerize the people, and Kelly could feel its subtle influence as well. She watched the eye, and against all odds, it picked her out of the crowd. As far away as she was, she shouldn’t have been able to tell exactly who the eye was looking at, but she knew, without a doubt that the alien was looking right at her. The second that big eye found her, Kelly felt a reaction. She couldn’t identify it- it was like a pinprick in her mind, she felt the world go fuzzy for just a second, and then suddenly it was over, and the great spherical tank was moving past her and out of the arcade. The people in the crowd dispersed and went back to what they’d been doing, leaving Kelly standing alone, confused. She was positive something had happened, but when she thought about it, her mind sort of skipped over it, as though it were a blank in her memory. She remembered the big tank coming towards her, and then moving away from her, and nothing in between. Well, it wasn’t important (it was, but she couldn’t keep letting it bother her.). Kelly finished the trip to the train and caught the fifteen-minute one back to her section. Several blocks away from her apartment, she heard a man’s voice call out, "James, hey James!" She turned to find Josef Vicho trotting towards her from down the hall. A guy on another one of the tech maintenance crews. Surprising, they weren’t and she’d never really talked to him before, not one on one anyway. "Hey. Glad I caught you. You know the big burnout in the axle section, the one where Martins got hurt?" He was puffing from his run, and his face was flushed. Kelly found herself staring at him, and not really hearing what he was saying. Her stomach was jumping and her skin was tingling for some reason. And she felt a distinct heat growing between her legs. No good reason for this. She’d never found Vicho attractive at all. Other women seemed to like him, but Kelly had never thought his big square face and bulky frame were at all interesting. When she did think of him it was to be annoyed at his pushy nature and the way he talked over people. But at the moment the movement of his mouth while he spoke and the outline of his shoulders under his jumpsuit captivated her, and when he said, "So?" it surprised her. She had no idea what he was asking. "Huh?" was the best she could come up with. "The plates, when are we getting the replacement plates?" Vicho demanded. Kelly hid her embarrassment under irritation. "Look, I don’t know when our shipments come in, that’s the cargo people’s job, and I’m off for the next two days so I don’t care either way." And she stomped off, thinking perhaps she’d overdone it. Vicho called after her, "Hey, you going to Charlie’s party tonight? Unlimited drinks with the cover charge!" What an idiot. "No, I have stuff to do." "Like what? I never see you out; you just hang out by yourself all the time. Don’t you ever get-" "I’m sorry, I just can’t make it." After she got away from Vicho, she tried to get home as quickly as she could. She was still hot. She was shaking. It was completely irrational. When she got inside, she ran a hot bath, got out of her clothes, and fished her vibrator out of her dresser. She got into the hot water, slid down so her legs were hooked over the sides, and slowly teased her clit with the vibrator. She usually liked to work her way up, fantasizing about some scenario or another, while she got herself ready, but tonight she found she didn’t even need to fantasize to get off. Her body was going crazy, and so she just pushed the vibe into herself, working it in and out, and gasping. She grabbed her breast with one hand, pinching the nipple, and pumped the vibe into her pussy, thrusting her hips. Her orgasm came on quickly, causing her to displace most of the water in the tub onto the floor. She spent the next two hours in the tub masturbating without really winding down. She eventually decided to get out because the water was cold and her wrists were aching. As soon as she’d dried off, she started to get horny again. It was unbelievable. She couldn’t just keep masturbating; she had to find somebody, or she was going to go crazy. Kelly wasn’t a libidinous person by nature. She hardly dated, didn’t care for people much, and rarely had sex dreams. She liked to think that her brain was taken up by more important things, but she really didn’t do much besides work and watch TV. The truth was most likely she had a naturally low sex drive, and nothing more. That was why it was inconceivable that she should suddenly have the urge to go to a party, looking for somebody to fuck. But that was what she was doing right now. She had gotten dressed in the only remotely sexy thing she owned, a form-fitting jumpsuit she used for working out but looked decent enough to wear in public. She’d examined herself in the mirror and noted she didn’t look too bad- nice tits and ass, at least. She then headed out to the party Vicho had mentioned. She had to look it up on the network to find out where it was, since she’d never actually been to one before. It was in one of the big dome rooms in the "east" section of the wheel, popular for social events because they had picture windows looking out onto Yed Prior 3’s surface and also a number of private chambers branching off from the main room, nicely furnished with couches and monitors, in case partygoers wanted to get away from the crowd. Kelly arrived just as the free drinks were beginning to kick in. The music was loud and the crowd was dancing without reservation, some grinding against each other and some just lazily swaying in place without worrying about rhythm. She paid the cover and grabbed herself a few shots of tequila. She was horny as hell, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared. She didn’t just go out and pick up guys on a normal day. She had no idea how she would initiate something like that. Did you just go up to a guy and say, "let’s fuck," or did you ease into it, strike up a conversation and then suggest you move it someplace quieter? After the liquor had gone down, she started to feel more at ease, and even noticed a few guys watching her. In the back of her mind Kelly knew she’d never draw attention to herself if she were in her right mind, but she felt loose, and wanted to show off. She began dancing slowly; following the music, swaying her hips and moving her hands up and down her thighs. She did a twirl, and bounced, pulled the zipper on her jumpsuit down till it was at her midriff, showing off as much tit as she could without popping out. People moved around her and she danced without noticing much other than the music and the feeling of being sexy. She kept dancing till she found herself up against Josef Vicho. He was wearing one of those mock-spacesuits complete with goggles that were popular right now, trying way too hard to be cool. Kelly hated his bleached-blonde hair. She moved against him, putting her arms over her head and letting him grab her ass, working his hips against her. They danced for a while till Kelly couldn’t stand it anymore. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was dripping, she had to get away from the crowd soon. "You wanna go watch a movie?" she asked over the music. "Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here." Vicho pulled her by the wrist towards one of the private rooms. As soon as they had the door closed, Vicho had his mouth planted over hers and was kneading her ass, rubbing his erection against her stomach. Knowing she was diving in, Kelly almost backed out and ran, but as she felt his hands working her buttocks and his tongue invade her mouth, she started to get weak. Vicho tugged her around, sitting down on the flat couch and pulling her down into his lap. He licked down her throat and pulled the zipper on her suit the rest of the way down, then yanked the top half off her shoulders. Kelly straddled Vicho half-naked while he sucked on one breast and mauled the other with the hand that wasn’t stuck down the back of her suit and groping her ass. He reached down further and his fingers went between her cheeks and stroked her hole. Just as Kelly started to feel faint, Vicho suddenly flipped them over so she was lying under him, and pulled her suit out from under her, tossing it away, then he undid his own suit. He leered down at her naked body while he shrugged out of his suit and gave his hard cock a few strokes. Kelly noted with her bleary eyes that it was pretty good sized. Vicho fell onto her, wrapping his arms under her legs and lifting her hips off the bed. He roughly licked her pussy, causing her buck her hips and arch her back. Vicho put his mouth on her clit and sucked hard, and Kelly writhed, spreading her legs wider and crying out. Vicho dropped her hips and then pushed his cock into her, pumping in and out. It wasn’t difficult, since she’d been masturbating for two hours previously, but it was a little tighter. He was bigger than her vibrator. And since she had her hands free this time, she reached above her and grabbed the edge of the bed, holding on while Vicho thrust into her, jostling her hips and bouncing them on the couch. He was grunting and panting in a most unattractive way, so Kelly tuned him out and closed her eyes, letting it build up on her and carry her over the top. She didn’t realize she was shouting until it was over, and she shuddered as the last bit of orgasm went through her, and relaxed. Vicho pulled out, breathing heavily. "Damn, that was good. You’re some screamer, huh?" Vicho stood up and blithely started getting dressed while Kelly lay in a daze on the couch. "Did I wear you out or something? Eh, I gotta get back out there, I’ve got a bet on the game." He reached down and gave her a light slap on the ass and trotted off, leaving her alone. Kelly took a minute to recover, then got into her clothes, smoothed her hair down, and escaped the party as invisibly as she could. When she got back to her quarters, she fell into bed without showering or changing, though she was extremely sticky, and got a better night’s sleep than she had in a long time. *** Kelly awoke the next morning feeling like herself again. No trace of any unwarranted arousal. Her memories of the previous night were a little bit hazy, but she remembered enough to be too embarrassed to leave her quarters that day. She dreaded the next time she would run into Vicho. He was going to think she *liked* him. Now that the fog of sex was gone, he was just as unattractive as before, and she hoped to avoid him as long as she could. Kelly still hadn’t an explanation for her sudden explosion of lust the previous day. She thought about the day’s events, anything that could have triggered it, and about when it had started. It had started right after she’d seen that alien company moving through the arcade. Was it possible being close to the alien had done something to her mind? What had caused it? Had anybody else been affected? She went to the computer and called up information on the new arrivals to the station. She found an image of the creature she’d seen in the tank, referred to as the emissary of Mehklor, a world covered entirely by a warm, shallow sea. There was some basic historical information on the Mokurasa, apparently the race the creature belonged to, but no information on any invisible hypnotic sex powers they might possess. The reports didn’t answer any questions, and there was no other information available that she could find. Kelly had to admit the whole idea was ridiculous. What would a huge alien sea creature want to induce lust in a human being for? Even if it were an accident it was highly unlikely. And nobody else in the crowd at the time ever seemed to notice anything was strange. Perhaps her hormones had finally kicked in. That thought wasn’t really a happy one. She didn’t want to end up like she had last night permanently. She hated losing control of herself like that. She hated the idea of everybody knowing she’d screwed Josef Vicho. But there wasn’t anything to do about it, really. There were libido suppressors, but those tended to make one tired and easily irritated. Drugs were out of the question. She’d just have to get a hold of herself. She couldn’t let herself go off like that again. The next day she felt better, enough to go outside to get something to eat, though she kept her eyes peeled for any sign of Vicho. She ran some errands, visited with some friends, and by the end of the day she’d almost forgotten anything unusual had happened the night before. It wasn’t until she saw a news program about the Mehklorean ambassador on the network that her suspicions about the creature came back. The report mainly discussed the Mokurasa’s interest in trading information with earth. They wanted to build their own space-going vessels and colonize as humans had done, but lacked the technology, and the hands to build with. In exchange they would help earth’s medical community in solving the mysteries of the human mind that science had not yet found the answers to. The Mehkloreans were powerful telepaths. Earth’s scientists had no way of knowing how a creature so different from humanoid life forms could be so mentally compatible with them. But the creatures could apparently communicate through a combination of words, sensory images and information-dumps. The first attempts at communication were failures because of the widely disparate cultures each of the explorers came from. But the ambassador who was currently staying on the station was experienced in translating and knew how to talk to humans. If talks went well, the new alliance with the Mokurasa could open the door to cures for any number of mental illnesses and psychoses that had never had a hope of being cured before. Kelly glossed over most of the information that didn’t pertain to the aliens’ telepathy. Sensory images. Could she have picked up a stray image from the alien and acted on it, thinking it was her own urge she was following? It was a stretch, but it was all she had to go on. She just had to wait and find out more as it became available. And hope she didn’t suddenly go into whore mode again. Continued in chapter 2... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 36