Transmission: 1
Data File: 66737.86B - Journey to Solos Tekkharii
Walking through the bedroom Alien punched a button on a sleek black console, and the stereo system came to life, filling the room with some much-needed slow, deep, industrial tracks from Nine Inch Nails. The beat of the song was dark, evil, and through the speakers it was ominous. Alien set out some rather burly-looking boots, some red leggings, and a small tank top mini-shirt, but simply didn't feel like getting dressed quite yet. She fell back onto the bed and streatched out, rubbing her stomach. Her eyes wandered around the room, which Leviathan dimmed to a dark-red glow near the floor, which allowed her brain to start wandering. Alien's mind wandered through all sorts of thoughts, and it wasn't long before she recalled that there was something that, despite having satisfied her appetite for food, still hadn't been satiated. Having thought of it made it go from being a passing thought to becoming a serious urge, to becoming an uncontrollable hunger. The she noticed her hand, which had unconciously been scratching at her thighs. Alien grinned. Her finger lightly traced its way up her leg, grazed the middle, then traced down her other leg. She raised one leg and stretched it out, pointing her toes and lightly rubbed her thigh back downward. Suddenly losing total control, she thrust her fingers into something soft, wet. Teeth gritted, one hand clawed at the sheets on the bed, the other hand dug hungrily. A soft moaning could be heard. The hand continued thrusting itself in and out, being hungrily sucked on all around. Alien's head suddenly jerked back, and she let out a sudden, air-peircing cry, another shout, then started grinning like a guilty child. Panting, Alien's other hand released its death-grip on the sheets and wiped sweaty, dampened hair from her eyes, and her head turned to see a small light blinking on the side of the bed. She flipped a switch and spoke into a tiny microphone, and Beelzebub responded cheerfully, "Hey there!! I'm sure you're having a great time being awake again and all, but I just wanted ta' let ya' know that we're now orbiting the target planet at a comfy altitude, and is you want you can come on up here and check out this nifty view!". Alien blew a lock of hair from her eyes and told Bub she'd be there in a while, but wanted to 'run a couple of last minute system checks' for about another 2 hours. Beelzebub chimed back an "okie dokie!" soon after, and with a groan Alien switched off the intercom. Alien held her "other" hand up to her eyes and looked at it. Watching a few small drops of wetness run down her finger and then the back of her hand, she sucked her fingers, then thrust it back into someplace warm.
About four hours later, AlienSexFiend came gleefully walking down the corridor, dressed in the clothes she'd set out and hopped into the main seat at the control panel of the ship. Beelzebub waved cheerfully, and Alien waved back lazily, still looking as though she was a bit groggy, yet smiling and extremely relaxed. She called to Leviathan, and promptly a holographic display lit up in front of her. She looked straight ahead through the hologram, and outside the window saw the huge red planet she was now orbiting. Taking in the view, she then turned her attention to the hologram, and poked here and there at it, causing small holographic numbers and charts to appear on the image. Alien called to Leviathan, "Levi, prep some light arms...I'll be heading down to the planet, Bub, head down there, retrieve the package, and meet me in here, let's not waste any more time orbiting than we have to, k?". Leviathan replied with its booming, bass-laden voice, "It will be done.", while Bub hopped up from its seat, gave a quick cheerful salute, and went tearing off down the corridor. Alien poked further at the hologram, then when she was satisfied with her calculations, began attending to other business at the console. Alien made ajdustments, contacted the planet and had a docking bay prepped for her arrival, then sat back just as Bub came running in carrying a large black automatic pulse-rifle, a backpack, a smaller pistol, a bandalier of grenades, and a glove that extended up the arm with a full multi-purpose keypad and readout display.
Coming soon...the Docking, Hanging on the planet, meeting new friends, a bar fight, a few of the oddest sexual experiences you've read about on quite a while, and a bartender that pees into a mug 7ft away from him. Just gimmie time to write this stuff, k?
- Alien Sex Fiend
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