Aliandra Takes an Earthling

On my 24th birthday—the age of release, as we call it—I left Berniyoe, never to return. Girls had two options: become breeder to a Lord, or go out into the galaxy. Breeders were generally treated well—it is a sacred duty after all—although that depended to some degree on the Lord you agreed to. A lot of girls jumped at the chance for a secure existence. But I knew I would never be satisfied with that life. There were so many planets, so many beings, so much to see and do and feel. I had made up my mind years ago, so when my release came, I was on the first ship I could find.

It wasn't much, a slow bulk freighter that did a decent side business in no-frills passenger service. The first time we made the jump, I felt like I wanted to die. Still to this day it's completely and utterly disorienting, and while I've managed to not vomit recently, the nausea is always intense. But there aren't a lot of other options if you want to travel from system to system.

I'd never wanted a job, really. And there are plenty to be had, especially with a little training. Pilot, navigator, engineer, loader, gun, any number of things were available for those looking to spend their lives on the move. I'd always chafed at direction, though, and couldn't see myself working for anyone else. Call it a character flaw if you want. I don't. Anyway, I knew from early on that I was left with two options: use my body to earn credits, or use my wits. I chose the latter. Specifically, I'd taught myself to be a pretty decent thief. I know how to not be seen, as much as that's possible, and there aren't many kinds of locks, mechanical or electronic, that I can't get through. Alarms are a joke, by and large, except in the rare cases when you're dealing with a serious top-flight security system, and those I just avoid. I don't need a big score, just enough to get by.

Now, don't get me wrong. Using my body would have been alright, too. Berniyoeans can command a solid price on the open market. We have a unique body chemistry that amplifies sexual pleasure for our partners. We're not the only species that can boast of that, but we are the most numerous—not to mention that most of the other species that have that particular trait aren't exactly attractive to what you would call humanoids, which make up a fair majority of the space-faring species. Berniyoeans, on the other hand, are widely regarded as exceptionally beautiful.

Our own pleasure, however, is another story. It's not that we don't enjoy sex. But it's extremely difficult for us to achieve orgasm. It takes many hours—sometimes even days—of constant stimulation and intercourse. In fact, until you became a breeder, most girls never get that far. I never had. Since it was illegal for girls to breed with anyone other than a Lord, and illegal for Lords to breed with anyone but breeders, there wasn't a whole lot of time spent on sex anyway. Guys knew you weren't going to let them come (illegal pregnancies were punishable by death), so they weren't much inclined to spend the time making you come. And masturbating for that long was pretty much out of the question.

Some years before I was born, an intrepid Berniyoean who had traveled to the far western edge of the galaxy had returned with a few Earthlings. Earth was known, of course, but as Earthlings had only taken the most rudimentary of steps into space, they weren't part of the general galactic intercourse (no pun intended). But this traveler had made a very interesting discovery: some Earthlings had the same effect on us that we had on everyone else. That is, they heightened our sexual response, and quite drastically, such that we would orgasm within minutes, and frequently thereafter. Since then, many humans had been abducted and brought to Berniyeo. Females, mostly, which were used by the Lords for their pleasure. The effect this was having on our reproductive rate as a species was a problem, however, as Lords spent less time with their breeders and more time with their Earthlings. (It's tempting to call them captives, because that's what they were, but, after a night with a Berniyoean, they'd never want to leave.)

None of this was widely known; the Lords kept the information to themselves, for obvious reasons. I'd routinely broken into our local manor estate, however, and had gradually pieced the story together from various sources. Once I'd even laid my hands on an Earthling, and just from that touch I got the same feeling as being fucked.

All that is to say that my first planned destination was Earth. I wanted an Earthling to call my own, to accompany me in my travels around the galaxy. So, after hopping a couple of other ships, I wound up on a high-speed pleasure cruiser that had the Sol system on its itinerary.

I'd bribed the captain (well, ok, I'd mouthed him to orgasm) to let me port down to Earth, with the promise he'd be back in eight cycles. And so my hunt began. Unfortunately, as best as I understood it, only about one-quarter of one-percent of Earthlings carried the genetic mutation that allowed them to synergize with us. So I'd targeted a high-density area, apparently called Chicago. While we can smell those that have the mutation, we have to be pretty close to do so. My other problem was my appearance. While we are roughly the same size and shape as Earthlings, although a bit taller on average, our skin is quite different. We come in a variety of hues, though the most common are blue, purple, pink, and gold, and most of us sparkle to some degree. I'm actually quite a rare color; my skin tone is a shiny black with no sparkle. In any case, I was going to stand out pretty noticeably among the Earthlings.

I ported down at night, keeping myself covered with loose-fitting clothes but staying to the shadows as much as possible anyway. This had the unfortunate effect of keeping me away from crowds, where I stood a better chance of finding what I was looking for. Night turned into day, and I started to feel like I was going to be out of luck. I found a vacant warehouse sort of a space to hole up for the day, and dozed off for a lot longer than I had intended to. It was dark again when I woke up. As I slipped outside I saw two Earthling women come out of a door further down the alley. They were dressed in some sort of form-fitting outfits that actually looked a lot like my skin.

Intrigued, I decided to take a chance. I dropped my robes behind a pile of boxes, and, though I felt incredibly awkward standing there completely naked, I knocked on the door. A thin hatch slid open and I could see eyes looking me over. Then the door opened. I stepped inside.

"Downstairs," said an Earthling male, pointing. I followed his directions, and came to another door. I knocked, the process from the first door was repeated, and in a moment I found myself in a crowded room filled with multi-colored lights and pounding music. Earthlings of both genders, many in outfits like the two females I'd seen leaving, many others in various states of undress, some being led on leashes, a few engaged, not very surreptitiously, in varieties of sexual acts...I supposed it was some kind of breeding ritual or ceremony.

I attracted more attention than I wanted, perhaps from my height, perhaps from my eyes, which are larger than Earthlings and glow with a faint pink light. But no one seemed to think I was especially out of the ordinary—maybe just a bit more attractive than the other females in the room.

My nose wasn't telling me anything I wanted to hear as I slowly moved through the room. Some of the Earthlings were tied up to metal frames and being flogged, which struck me as unusual, but then I didn't really know all that much about Earthling sexual practices. Nor did I really care.

At one end of the room, there was a bar. If there are two things found just about anywhere in the galaxy, they are beings trying to get sex, and beings drinking alcohol. A drink sounded like just the thing to help my rapidly fraying nerves. I had less than a cycle left before my ship was back, and I wasn't making much progress.

As I sat at the bar, I suddenly smelled him, the bartender. It was the same unmistakable aroma I'd smelled on the female in the manor back on Berniyoe.

"What can I do for you?" he said, leaning forward. Now, not to get all detail-y here, but you might be wondering how I knew English. I didn't, of course. But all space-faring peoples get injected with nano-particles that bond with our brains, allowing us to understand any language. Unfortunately, my soon-to-be lover did not have the same capacity. So I spoke with the only language I could: my touch.

As the woman with the odd pink eyes reached out and touched my cheek, I immediately felt a sensation of warmth and comfort, not just where she touched me, but radiating throughout my entire body. As she smiled at me, I didn't seem to care that her teeth were noticeably pointier than normal. One of those wanna-be vampire chicks, I thought. But to tell you the truth, I wasn't thinking much. As a bartender in a fetish club, I was pretty immune to getting turned on by latex outfits or anything like that, but I could feel my cock swelling pretty intently. There was definitely something different about this girl. But since I wasn't keen on losing my job, the inevitable outcome of fraternizing with any of the customers, I leant back and pulled my face away from her hand.

Immediately the sensations of warmth and arousal vanished. Her face looked suddenly pained—not just put out or bothered, but like I'd said or done something incredibly hurtful to her.

"What are you drinking?" I yelled over the music. But she just turned on her stool and got up. In the dim light and with her black outfit, all I could really see as she walked away was the long blue ponytail that jutted out from near the top of her head and hung halfway down her back. Well, whatever, I thought. It takes all kinds.

But before I had a chance to help my next customer, she was there behind the bar with me—a big no-no for me and for customers alike. It wouldn't take long for the bouncers to notice. I started pushing her gently back out from the bar, but as my hands touched her the same sensations returned. Then her lips were on mine, and I felt like I was coming. Not with my dick. I wasn't even fully erect yet. But the same wave of pleasure I got from an orgasm was unmistakably washing over my body. And then Mitch the bouncer was there, all six-seven and 340 pounds of him, pulling us apart and marching us around the corner to Leonard's office.

"Matt, you're a good barkeep but you know the rules and you broke 'em. You're out." I knew there was no point in arguing or protesting. I'd never known Leonard to change his mind about anything.

"As for you, young lady, you're not welcome here anymore. Lemme see some ID."

The woman said nothing and gave no response. Leonard looked at Mitch, who shrugged and said, "It's not like she's got anything for me to search, boss."

"Matt, you know this slut?"

"Never seen her before."

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood, you crazy bitch. Show your face here again and it's gonna look even weirder. Now get out, the both of you." With that, Mitch escorted us roughly upstairs where he handed us off to the doorman, and then we were out in the alley.

"Well, thanks for getting me fired," I said. "Do you know how tough it is to get a good bartender gig in this town? We're like a dime a dozen!"

She bent down behind some boxes and pulled out a funny-looking hooded robe which she put on.

"What are you, a fucking mute?" I said. She just smiled and pulled out what I though was a smartphone. She pressed a few buttons and then held out her hand to me. She had a pleading look in her eye, not desperate but inviting. There was something about her that made me, against my better judgment, take her hand—and again came the electric sensations of pleasure coursing through me, nothing like when she had kissed me but damn nice nonetheless. And then, suddenly, everything went black.

When I woke up I was lying on a bed in a room that looked like it was made entirely of plastic. It was mostly white. There were recognizable things—lights, a chair, the bed, a desk, and so on, but it all looked completely foreign. Probably one of those upscale boutique hotels, I thought.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

I was still pretty groggy and didn't feel like I could move very well, but I was plenty pissed off.

"Like you drugged me, you bitch. Where the fuck am I?"

"I didn't drug you. I ported you."

"I don't care what you call it, that's fucked up. I'm getting out of here."

I tried to sit up but was too weak.

"Relax," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you. We ported up to a ship."

"A ship? Like a boat?"

"No. A space ship."

I didn't know what to say to that. She reached up and pulled the curtains away from a small window. "Look," she said.

I managed to get up onto my elbows; outside the window was, unmistakably, Saturn, looking infinitely more beautiful that any pictures that Voyager or Cassini had sent back. At first I thought it was some sort of projection, but after a few seconds I knew that somehow I was in space, actually passing by Saturn.

"What the fuck..." I mumbled, falling back onto the bed.

She reached out and rested her hand on my shoulder, sending chills up and down my spine. I pushed her hand away.

"Stop touching me like that."

"Does it not feel pleasurable?"

"It fucking well does feel pleasurable, and it's not supposed to, so what the fuck are you doing to me? And why can you talk all of a sudden? And why don't you take that damn suit off? And what the fuck is wrong with your eyes?"

She smiled; every time she did that it disarmed me, it seemed.

"My name is Aliandra. I could talk before, but you wouldn't have understood me. I injected you with nanoparticles that allow you to understand any language. As for this 'suit,' it is my skin. My eyes are naturally like this as well. I am not an Earthling. I am from a planet called Berniyoe."

"Alright, why not? I'm Matt. So this is like an alien abduction thing? Am I gonna get an anal probe?"

"Well, if you like," she smiled. "You may think of it as an abuction for now, although you won't think so for long. Tell me, when we kissed, what did it feel like?"

"It felt...like I had an orgasm."

"Yes...not for me, but our orgasms are somewhat different. But for me it felt like we were having sex. Very pleasurable sex."

"Yeah, and when you touch me, that's what it feels like. Like we're having sex."

"Indeed. So, apparently some small percentage—a fraction of a percent, really—of Earthlings has a genetic mutation that creates a synergistic feedback when contacted by Berniyoean flesh. Berniyoeans have this effect on almost all other types of beings, but none other than the rare Earthling has a similar effect on us. Essentially, we dramatically heighten each other's feelings of sexual pleasure."

"Great. So now instead of coming in two minutes, I'll come in five seconds."

"I think not, although I have no personal experience, and little anecdotal evidence. Due to out particular set of gender relations, we have primarily taken females from your planet. But from my understanding, you will also undergo physiologic changes during arousal that will enable you to maintain an erection and achieve multiple orgasms. This is a...theory I hope to test soon."

"So you're taking me back to Berni-whatsit to, what, breed with me?"

"No, we cannot reproduce. And I am never returning to Berniyoe. I have chosen a life of exile so that instead I may explore the wonders of the galaxy. I hope that you will accompany me on my travels. But, if you desire, I will return you to Earth. I merely ask that you...couple with me at least once. I am very curious to experience orgasm. With others of my species, this can take days, and our culture otherwise makes non-reproductive sex...difficult. I have just reached the age of release, only a few days ago, and I long for the pleasure which has so long eluded me."

With that, she leant over and kissed me again, and for all the world I felt like I was coming, except that the feeling was concentrated in my lips and tongue instead of my cock. Ten minutes later, I had a drastically new idea of what coming felt like.