Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.
Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. It takes some inspiration from the Species film series, while setting up for coming stories in the mythos. At the end of the twenty-first century, the story follows a pleasure mad alien scientist is trying in vein to prove he could traditionally mate with a Human. The natural incompatibilities led to the deaths of multiple Humans. A joint team of both races work to stop the scientist before he causes further harm … Enjoy!
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“All races understanding of sexual pleasure are capable of sexual addiction,” Liaran Tran sighed deeply. “Our love of pleasure might as well be addiction for your standards!” She was a Trianctan anthropologist of xeno-sexuality, especially interspecies sexuality. Liaran was in Human form, which was a common method of working with Humans. Though, it was growing less important to morph as such, because not only are they bipedal, but also capable of breathing Earth atmosphere. Humans were slowly learning to work with aliens in their natural state. Their explosion into the galactic community was almost a century ago, and it was complicated, to say the least. The Cosmic War was of chaos barely won by the then fragile Terran Alliance. So, Liaran’s morph was a kind of curtesy not unlike seen with the Insectoid race, whose name was as unpronounceable, thanks to much of their language being gestures.
“Obviously,” special agent Janice Smith. The blonde was as no nonsense as she was beautiful. “Thinkat’ri gave you high praise. I hope you deliver.”
“Your pronunciations are well practiced, Smith,” she complimented. Liaran’s Human form was of an athletic brunette, with painted blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. It was about as close to her true form as was possible. Indeed, her true physiology, not counting her sub-dermal, vocal sub-processor, was untouched under the false-skin. “I’d like to see the files. The ambassador did not tell me much.”
Smith handed over a tablet. “Three murders. We are doing our best to keep this subdued. Xenophobia is still a real thing with some Humans, I’m sure you know. If the media receives confirmation that a rogue alien has gone on a sexual killing spree, that may fuel that problem.” The Trianctans and Lionicians were the first official contact at the onset of the Cosmic War, the two races being neighbors in their star system a few lightyears away, while the Insectoids made unofficial contact prior with their anthropological research.
“Of course …” The images and reports she skimmed through were beyond disquieting to Liaran. “It’s unbelievable that Ghintiki San would go this far. He was clearly trying to mate with a Human, as these reports state. As you’ve seen, we are fully compatible with sexual pleasure — we can even do so in our true forms, but mating is a bit different. It’s the next step and level. For us, it’s the ultimate pleasure, but it won’t work between our races. There’s just no natural compatibility in that area, and that’s clearly why the murders look so brutal. Humans and Trianctans cannot combine their nervous systems, which enables our reproductive systems to create compatible reproductive material, ensuring a ninety percent success rate. The male reproductive member must be in direct contact with our ovaries. Direct contact with Human ovaries could be fatal. The fact that it seems so brutal in these reports is worrisome. Sure, we can physically handle it, but we usually aren’t so violent anymore. Being clean and caring is now the norm. We found that adds to the pleasure.”
“For whatever reason, he doesn’t see it that way. According to a woman that survived the assault, it seems that he came up with a theory that mating between our races is possible. Each victim is like an experiment. It’s comforting to hear that your mating practices aren’t normally like that.”
“Ironically … those murder reports give a pretty good idea of how it works! It is not unlike how your ‘bedbugs’ mate, but don’t get the wrong idea. Like I said, we’ve found ways to make it nonviolent and beyond pleasurable. Infection should be the last thing any species wants after mating! He seems to think the old ways are the key. Sickening …” She shook her head.
“You knew him?” the agent deduced from both her reaction and them sharing the same field of interspecies sexual relations.
“… We never met, but it is possible he would remember me in my true form. I attended a lecture of his many years ago before I focused my studies. I was a little shy then, and didn’t speak with him after. However, his lecture on how the sexualized Glow of the Insectoids is compatible with other species is what influenced me to be the scientist I am … He is a role model for many, even after he began to specifically research interspecies mating, which is often not possible under natural circumstances.”
“But, it is possible?”
“Maybe, with the help of a science lab, depending on which two species are joining. Such research is often considered fridge science, sorry, fringe, but there have been successes between Trianctan and Lionician. Due to the rather invasive nature of my species’ mating practices, those successes were done by specifically extracting reproductive materials and artificially making them compatible, while the child was not carried by either parent. As you’ve clearly gathered, reproductive practices of my species has some ironically violent origins. Evolution helped us to realize how much we love pleasure, and that is what made our mating less, what’s the word, archaic.”
“Interesting, Liaran.” This discussion was how she always accepted members of her teams. Liaran was who she needed. “Are you ready to join my team?”
“Of course. Who will be joining us?”
“Agents Jack Barrows and Lisa Daniels will be joining us. We will all meet this afternoon to discuss what our mad scientist’s next steps will be.”
The not too young man walked to the briefing room rather groggy early the next morning. He was never much of a morning person, while he was hoping there would be coffee in the room. The moment he walked in, his heart skipped a beat. An utterly gorgeous woman he did not recognize sat at the table. Liaran found his reaction interesting, considering her assumption her Human shell was not necessarily any more attractive than Janice Smith’s body.
“This is Liaran Tran,” Janice introduced. “She is the Trianctan scientific advisor the embassy employed.”
“Oh, hello …” He extended his hand to the already standing alien in Human form. They shook, her handshake always a little stronger than average.
“You must be Jack Barrows,” Liaran greeted, affecting a pleasant smile. “I can see you really like the form I created for myself. In any other circumstance, I’d request an interview based on your reaction.”
“I would not say no …” Jack breathed, finding the inexplicable adrenaline rush was as good as the coffee he desired prior.
“Let’s get down to it,” Janice ordered flatly. She was never one to waste time. “Liaran is now as up to date as all of us.”
“Yes,” Liaran confirmed, sitting. “To be clear, I am not a psychologist, but I am an expert on sexuality, the good, the bad, the confused. Reading the reports fully suggests he has developed a shin-shoa, a psychological disorder. Now, my race’s love of pleasure is already akin to addiction for your race’s standards, but we are taught how to handle that from a young age. What he is exhibiting is what directly translates to Tolerance Loss, and more specifically the subcategory of Violent False-Need Mating. What that means is he has lost his ability to tolerate his need for sexual satisfaction, and became obsessed with mating. It is consuming him. This is not a common disorder, but it is known. Still, I believe it is the first known instance of it between us and Humans.”
“What do you suggest we do, Liaran?” the older yet still attractive blonde Lisa Daniels asked.
“I’m not sure, yet. However, as I’m sure is obvious, he never travels far from the previous victim. In his mental state, he wouldn’t want to. To be honest, it isn’t uncommon for my people to have sex daily when not working. Even though mating may only occur once in our life-cycle, it is still the ultimate pleasure. He has lost his ability to tolerate his sexual needs on the more extreme way: the need to mate. I doubt he will go more than a week since his last experiment. That should give us about three days now to predict where he will experiment next, based on the prior incidents.”
They all debated the possibilities for the mad scientist’s next moves. He seemed predictable. It wasn’t that he was trying to be caught. His consistent mating instincts were driving his deadly experiments, whether he knew it or not. After agreeing on a likely location, they decided to continue the silence on the issue. They had all the means of subduing him, but were sure more “competitors” would make his movements unpredictable.
The next day, the team found themselves in a quiet suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. It was both about thirty miles and southwesterly from the previous incident.
Liaran was in the hotel bar swiping through the files on her Paper Tablet uncomfortably in a secluded booth. No one deserved the consequences of such sexual mania. Sure, she loved sex — even wanted to mate once day, but loosing oneself to the pleasure, killing for it, was utterly wrong. It was such a shame Ghintiki, whose work inspired so many, would loose himself the way he did.
“Hey,” Jack greeted with two dark beers in hand. “I thought I’d keep you company. I know your people aren’t really solitary.”
She politely motioned for him to sit. “You sure alcohol is a good idea, Jack? He could arrive at any time.”
“It’s medicinal! I’m actually not sure if you drink …” He lightly pushed a glass toward her.
She picked it up with a smile. “In moderation.” She sipped. “Does about the same to us as you, but for different reasons.”
He gulped a large amount down. “To be honest, I’m not usually this forward with women. I’ve had a couple good girlfriends, but I’m terrible socially …”
“Well, I’m technically not a woman!” she teased, drinking down half the glass. “You do seem unusually drawn to me, Jack. I’ve had sex with Humans, but their attraction was like yours is with Lisa and Janice. Enough nudging, and I know you would happily have sex with them. You simply choose a friendly working relationship. This is not news to you; I can tell how self-aware you are.”
“I, uh, dunno …” he stumbled awkwardly. “Something … about you excites me.”
“I find you very interesting as well, Jack.” She gulped down her drink. “You remind me of some Lionicians I’ve met. They know the meaning of pleasure, but they tend to be held back. Wonderful people, but they never seem to understand why my people love sex so much. Still, I think you grasp the idea of why we both do.”
“Just a grasp,” he blurted, finishing his drink. Her way of talking was certainly a bit off understandably, but he more than understood, amazed at how easily his night will go were he thinks it will.
They ordered more drinks, and talked more. They talked a lot about sex, but also about themselves. Jack did hold a degree in anthropology, and stumbled into the Agency of Outworlder Affairs by accident. He started as an advisor, learning his detailed oriented mind was unmatched. Liaran stumbled around quite a bit herself before finding focus. Jack was someone that greatly enjoyed sexual activity, while he was often a bit shy about following that joy in real life. That was the alien concept to Liaran: desire unfulfilled. That concept was something she wanted to greatly to understand about Humans. Jack was finally fulfilling that.
“I just find it remarkable that Trianctan could consider themself shy!” Jack exclaimed, starting to feel the drinks.
“Oh, I did plenty of sex before I broke through that! Shy with my people means only on the social level. Engaging in sexual congress is as natural for us as us talking now. I understand how separating that is difficult to understand on you end, but that’s how it can be with us.”
“I don’t know. I think I’m just amazed we’re even able to understand each other at all!”
“I know what you mean, Jack! I am of the prevailing theory that, while not strictly universal, life and intelligence has common base elements. We survive, we eat, we mate. That alone has a distinct effect on intelligent beings. Then there’s pleasure. Not universal either, but incredibly common a concept. The prevailing theory there is that sex for pleasure allows for both natural birth control and natural enjoyment for mating. For pleasure loving species, mating is a form of sexual intercourse. All combined, those are perfect evolutionary advantages.”
“Your people really embrace it, though … You said daily sex?”
“Not uncommon. I’m working, so I can overlook my sexual needs a bit … You would like to make love with me, but are too shy to admit it …?”
“Uh … wow … You really know how to read Humans!” he indirectly confirmed.
“Humans are easy to read!” she laughed in a oddly resonating way, finishing her latest drink. “I think we’re a little drunk. The reason alcohol affects us like you is because it affects our arousal in unusual ways. The world spins, because I want sex just that much more.”
Jack smiled groggily, not fully processing her statement.
Liaran surprised him with a quick yet sensual kiss. “Come on, Jack. We both have desires to be fulfilled. How is a good way to phrase in your English? … Tension and alcohol is high. We both need a good fuck.”
Jack and Liaran drunkenly stumbled into the cabana. Liaran always found it fascinating how alcohol made her kind so incredibly horny, while they might as well be horny all the time!
They fell onto the bed, Jack feeling and kissing the female with more want that he ever felt.
Liaran cooed happily, before stating, “I, err, should warn you I may revert somewhat to my true form. No danger, URGUH … just want you tah be aware …”
Jack felt her shapely face with his fingertips, and asked, “I’d bet you’re beautiful in your true form …”
“Uh …” she started with an inexplicable awkwardness. “My people tend to all be attractive between ourselves. It ads to the pleasure …”
“I wanna make love with the real you, Liaran …” he requested groggily.
“Easily done, Jack. I’ve done it before. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the pleasure. You just need to follow my directions. It’s a bit more, well, intimate than Humans are used to.”
She nodded, and crawled off the bed. She opened her bag to set up a hypo-spray. She began to change almost the moment she injected herself. At least to his eyes, her skin darkened to a deep purple and thickened, resembling an exoskeleton. Like her still present, albeit darkened, vagina, a series of four further holes, covered by a think layer of skin, appeared on her sides toward her back. Her hair came together in tenticle-like locks. Her eyelids received, while she blinked again with her inner eyelids, as her eyes became catlike jewels.
“Shit!” Jack exclaimed amazed. “I didn’t expect you to still look kinda feminine in Human eyes …”
“The curse of a bigender race,” she said rather lightly. “… I would remove the subvocal processor, but I don’t want to hurt your ears. Our vocalizations are geared very high for your standards. We can get ultrasonic!”
“Oh, so considerate!” he teased, while the alien sexually crawled back onto the bed.
“During sex, my people’s bodies might as well be for nothing else. My skin becomes highly sensitized, with my lips and nipples more so. Every hole you see is far more sensitive than any Human vagina. Connection of nervous systems during mating is simply achieved forcing our appendages deeper than they would otherwise. Lucky for me, Humans have enough appendages to satisfy just enough holes. Oh, and our tongues get rather erect and sensitive in our already sensitized mouths. My nipples will do that, too, if you’re curious.”
Jack tenderly touched the alien skin, which was now softer, more supple in spite of its hard appearance. She happily cooed in encouragement. Curious as she expected, Jack began to feel and suck on the full breasts. There was no word for how they tasted, but they certainly didn’t taste bad. Cooing loudly, the nipples grew forward a few inches, and looked similar to her “hair.” Embracing the weirdness, Jack excitedly sucked off each in turn, causing what sounded like little orgasms from Liaran.
“Ohyanini!” she exclaimed happily in her language. “I always love it when Humans realize they know the universal language of pleasure!”
Mounting, he easily slid his solid member into the strangest pussy he ever felt, making her practically orgasm in delight. It was like no Human pussy, not that he could compare it to very many. It was warm and infinitely smooth. There was no moisture, yet its texture negated the need for any lubricant. He thrust slowly, passionately, enjoying how different it felt.
At the same time, Jack leaned downward, and began to tease her hypersensitized lips with his tongue and own lips. Learning to read emotion from her alien eyes, Jack realized she loved that attention.
Liaran then guided his hands to the holes on her sides. Understanding, Jack worked his hands into two of them on either side. He just slipped right into them. Based on the feel, they were practically a larger version of the hole his penis now enjoyed. He moved his encased hands and thrust his hips into the orgasmic being, before he excitedly made out with her. Their tongues joyously explored their mouths. Her spit was unlike anything, but he already came to love the taste of her. Then, Liaran’s tongue began to grow into a nearly five inch member, with Jack finding himself happily sucking it off wide eyed.
Through the joyous pleasure, Jack understood how much more intimate this was compared to normal Human sex. They were inside each other in more ways than any Human could achieve. Though their nervous systems were not connected, Jack could somehow feel and hear that Liaran was near to a kind of superorgasm.
They held each other tightly, deeply, intimately. Her side pleasure-holes grew warmer around his hands. Liaran suddenly exploded in a thick, wet blast of ultimate pleasure. Her holes squirt thick juice outward, as her thick tongue squirt the same juice down his throat. The feel of it all made him explode into her in the most powerful orgasm of his life.
Jack soon lay next to Liaran in utter amazement. He examined this thick slime all over and inside them them, finally realizing how utterly different it all was. The flavor of the slime was not gross in any way — if there was a word for it, but it was all that thick texture. “OK …” he breathed.
“Oh, yeah,” she breathed, stroking his slimed cheek with her sinuous fingers. “Forgot to mention the ejaculate.” She laughed in strangely high, resonant tones. “Should wash right off. It helps to disinfect and purify. A lot can get exposed!” She scooped up Jack’s escaping cum from her crotch, and lapped it off her fingers. “Human cum is better every time I taste it … Ummm.”
“Just … so much …” he said amazed, fidgeting the alien slime with his fingers.
“Means we did well together, I think … The evolution of it isn’t my field, but my species is known to sexually go all the way. Mating traditionally does occur after regular sex, if mating is intended. Of course, even that ejaculate doesn’t guarantee complete disinfection during mating …”
“What’s the matter, Liaran?” He could see an odd change in her cat-eyes, while she just went oddly quiet.
“Ch’hiar …” Liaran muttered under her breath.
“Loosely translates to shit. An option just became clear to me in this afterglow. I should become his next experiment.”
“Are you sure!?”
“Let’s clean ourselves up, get on my Human suit, and discuss it with everyone else …”
“So what’s this all about, Liaran?” Janice asked. They all sat in Janice’s cabana.
“I should become the next Human mating experiment,” she said flatly.
“It’s a crazy idea, Liaran!” Janice exclaimed.
“I agree,” Lisa stated, “but she does know more about this than we do.”
Janice sighed. “What’s your plan, Liaran?”
“He will likely find another Human woman before we apprehend him. She may not survive, even if we interrupt, but I may. While we love pleasure even more than you, mating is the ultimate pleasure for us, as I’ve told you. Its starts with regular sex, but wait until we are mating. Assuming I do trick him, you may have to take me down, too, once we our both completely enamored by the mating. You should also know that it may be very dangerous when you interrupt for all of you and myself. He will want to attack you instinctually to protect me, I may join him in attacking you, instinctually wanting to protect him, or he may attack all of us if he realizes I led you to him. That is why mating is very private and considered amongst my people, unlike regular sex. Do not hesitate to shoot. If I am in the way, don’t hesitate in shooting me to get to him. Is that clear?”
“He’ll find out you’re not Human pretty quickly, Liaran,” Jack stated with great concern. He scratched his ear, awkwardly feeling a remaining drop of her ejaculate.
“All he wants to do is mate. It’s directed toward Humans, but by the time he realizes we’re the same species, neither of us will have much of a desire to stop. It will be up to you to apprehend, to sedate.”
“This is my field medic experience talking, Liaran,” Lisa stated with concern. “I’ll need you to to walk me through the damage you’ll receive. If it will be anything like the Human victims, I need to know exactly what I need to do to repair you now.”
“Of course. Scan my body, and I’ll show you what to unfortunately expect once Janice agrees.” She affected a smile, and said sarcastically, “Clean mating really does save us a lot on doctor bills!”
“All right, Liaran,” Janice stated, all but admitting how desperately she wanted to end this. “We’ll keep our distance …”
It was nearly a day later when Liaran finally recognized the scientist she once greatly expected at the hotel bar. She wore a form fitting blouse and blue pants. This was the tricky part. She needed to “slowly” be seduced like a Human, while not revealing her highly sexual nature. A shortcut quickly came to her: buy him a strong drink. Traditionally, she knew the Human male would buy, but that social norm is long faded. It was unlikely he would be suspicious.
She was almost nervously fighting with the red cherry in her drink when Ghintiki walked over with the Scotch in hand.
“You like is strong?” he asked with a sly smile.
“I, uh, I never do that …”
“Buy a guy a drink?” he quietly laughed, trying to hide the less than Human tones. He sat across from her. “You’re the traditional type?”
“I think I’m the drunk type!” she said lightly. Liaran knew she spoke English with a subtle awkwardness, so she tried to keep her dialogue short.
He gulped down half the glass, visibly becoming more aroused. “Good … If you’re bored, I can show you how my room here is better than yours.”
“You move fast, don’t you? I don’t even know your name …”
“Don’t know yours either!” he quipped, actively looking her over. He finished his drink. “Want some nameless fun?”
She extended her hand. “I’ll invent a name for it.”
In a false-gentlemanly way, he took her hand, and pulled her out of the booth. A few minutes later, they were in his bland room.
Liaran half-expected some kind of recording equipment or tables or something, but it quickly became clear to her that all that mattered to him was obtaining a successful mating with a Human.
He suddenly grabbed her tightly, kissing her deeply, sensually. It felt really good, arousing for the sex loving Liaran. The team was likely on its way already, but a mad fuck with the madder mad scientist was certain to create the successful trap.
They fell onto the bed, and he literally ripped their clothes off. Even in the falsely Human eyes, she could see his sexual madness. Just before the mortal terror of the situation hit her, his massive member implied her lower hole, causing an instant orgasm. He seemed surprised, but did not really care. He began to thrust forcibly, hungrily. The false Human shell quickly melted away, as did hers.
Now he noticed Liaran’s true nature, but they both knew it was too late to stop. Indeed, he forced his long head tentacles into her side holes. Through the mind numbing, orgasmic pleasure, she instinctually penetrated his holes with her tentacles. Their sensitized lips, mouths collided, and their tongues grew and twirled around each other. Massive amounts of ejaculate suddenly spewed out of both of them, practically cocooning the intertwined in slime.
Liaran then felt his tentacles almost painfully pushing deeper into her.
‘Oh, fuck, what am I doing?’ she thought frantically in her native language. ‘Where are they!?’
Then she felt it. The tentacles went past the point of no return. Waves of almost painful pleasure began to flow through her. She could feel his pleasure.
‘Oh, no … oh, wow … I don’t …Concentrate, Liaran! They’re coming! I’M CUMING!’
The painful pleasure waves caused massive, slime spewing orgasms out of her.
“CHITA’NI!” she screamed, essentially telling him she was ready to go all the way. Liaran then consciously Pushed her tentacles deeper into Ghintiki. She felt it the moment he began to spew more goo himself. Their nervous systems were starting to synchronize, merge. Epic waves of mating pleasure flowed through them in waves of epic orgasm.
Ghintiki then shifted them to their sides, and removed his member-tentacle from her lower hole. His claws visibly grew. In a bright flash of pain through the endless pleasure, he ripped her open just above the stomach, exposing her reproductive organ, and thrust his thick member into it.
The epic pleasure of it all subsided with the violent incursion, but all she wanted was seed being created within him. She could actually feel that seed being created just for them. He thrust widely, excitedly. Any expected care on Ghintiki’s part was not there, distinctly tainting what little pleasure was left. This was no longer the mating she dreamed; it was too late for even her to care.
“LIARAN!” a familiar voice screamed in the distance.
Liaran turned her head to see Jack and the others, tranquilizer guns in hand.
“We don’t have a clear shot!” he screamed, the sight deeply disturbing him.
Confused yet instinctual, Liaran threw Ghintiki off her, forcing the two to painfully decouple. She stood before them for a moment, Ghintiki slowly pushing though the shock. She then lunged at the shocked Jack, forcing him onto the floor. His gun practically disappeared from his hand. He felt like a toothpick in a large hand.
Multiple shots were fired, and he found himself the unconscious, surprisingly heavy, and heavily injured Liaran in his arms …
Liaran’s eyes slowly focused on the light above her. She could perceive the lowest bands of ultraviolet, and always enjoyed how playfully danced off the Human made source. For a moment, she wanted it all to be dream. It was a nightmare mating. Remembering how she wanted it made her sick, made worse by how she wanted to kill Jack to protect a murderer.
She lightly felt the violated spot between the stomach and chest. Ironically, her thick skin wasn’t much thinner there. Sarah did an excellent job patching her up, and a scar was unlikely. Her people did evolve to be capable of surviving a mating. She could feel that it was unsuccessful. That did not alleviate the regret of it.
It was made worse by how there was no love in it. Love. Yes. There was real love in her life, and she now had the time to process who that was.
She turned her head to see the devastated Jack walk into the room. She smiled brightly with her catlike jewels, sitting up to greet him.
Jack automatically hugged her tightly. “We got him. Your people will hold him until one of our judges decides how to best conduct a trial …”
Though such affection was a prelude to sex for her race, she new it was often just affection and comfort for his. For the first time in her life, comfort was what she needed.
“I love you,” she admitted quietly in his ear. She pulled back. “I’m so sorry I attacked you, Jack. I recognized you, but could only see you as a threat … If I knew how I felt about you right then … Love is so much more important …”
“I blame myself, Liaran. You told us to shoot you, too. I hesitated, because love can be difficult for Humans to process rationally, especially in the moment it’s realized … I love you so much …”
“I know, Jack.” They kissed deeply.
“I won’t be able to mate with you …”
“Not today or tomorrow, but maybe after. Love like ours will drive scientists to make it possible without violence, Jack. What we have is beyond mere pleasure.”