To Catch an Alien - 6
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Contains: Post sex talk, Grawl is willing for a moment to try and figure out ethical cannibalism, and I don't now if I'm missing anything.
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They should have known better. He should have known better. He was a General, three stars, in charge of an entire secret base and operations to maintain peace among the entire United Glippon Nation, and he’d let himself fall completely under the influence of this alien, and then mated with her.
Not that he particularly cared at the moment about the alien egg that may or may not be forming in his chest. By all means, he should be concerned for his own safety. After all, he could be dying soon if she had implanted something down his throat while her mouth had been pressed to his, or his mouth pressed against other parts of her body, but it was so hard to be concerned about it. Between the pheromones clouding his mind and the way she used her strength, the casual manner she had grabbed and manipulated him all around, it made it really hard to think or care about anything at the moment. Her skin was so warm under his touch, and she would just pull on his arms or grab him around his waist or pull on his clothing to just put him right where she wanted him to be.
At the moment, she was using some entrapment technique on him, his head pressed between her thighs, and it made him feel like he was a million miles from here. The heat, the smells, a heavy perfume that fogged his mind so heavily she could start squeezing him, fully intent to crush his skull, and he wouldn’t care. Couldn’t care. He’d never truly felt this good before.
Marion couldn’t help herself either. Something about him just lit her up with arousal, drove her wild. Maybe he is the one with pheromones that drove her crazy, and she should be the one being careful around him.
She lifted her head to check on him and found him with his face still buried in the crotch of her bodysuit with his antennae, which had to be related to their sense of smell from her observation, gently tapping against her body.
“Enjoying yourself, General?” She put an elbow under her to remain more upright.
He only replied with a muffled grunt and his hand squeezing her thigh again.
“Okay, you’re still having fun.” She laid back down and tried to figure out what she was going to do next here. Thankfully, he wasn’t being too distracting while she was trying to formulate a plan. She really needed a plan. So take stock of the situation first.
While she’d been enjoying her time with the General, she’d gotten the keys to her cuffs and freed herself, so her hands were free already. She was still mostly dressed, and nobody seemed to want to dissect her, so that was something. She’d managed to establish that she came in peace… if you could call fucking the guy in charge of keeping her contained establishing nonhostile relations. The rover she was looking for was on this planet, but it had escaped somehow. She’d need to figure out how that happened, and find the damn thing.
Maybe the General would help? He was looking to capture it again anyway.
She reached down and found his head, still buried between her legs, and tried to pull him up by his shirt, but it was still completely unbuttoned so it slipped right off him when she pulled.
“General.” She sat fully up now, shifting a bit and tried to prop him up with her arms to get him sitting up in her lap. “Hey, Grawl, you good?”
He blinked at Marion and mumbled something incoherent. His antennae were really droopy and his pupils were all blown out and he was kind of just limp and boneless in her arms. He halfheartedly grabbed her forearm and kinda lolled his head against her chest, mumbling softly.
Ah… he was not good.
Maybe that weirdo was onto something about the pheromones. A little extraterrestrial sex and he was acting like he was drunk or something. Well this was certainly a compromising position to be in if that little freak came back and decided that she was mind controlling him.
Marion had to gather him up in her arms and awkwardly carried him over to one of the lab tables. She tried to keep him sitting upright, but he kept trying to grab at her hands, so she let him flop over on the table. She glanced around, there were plenty of sinks she just needed a… ah, empty beaker would do. She filled it up with the cold water from the sink and dumped it over his head. “General, wake up!”
Grawl yelped and seemed to snap to attention. His eyes were back to normal instead of extremely dilated, his antenna stiffened back up and that flap across his stomach where his genitals had retreated to a while ago seemed to close up tight. He glanced around the room with a terrified expression before his gaze settled on her. “Marion?”
“Welcome back, General.” She giggled as he seemed to realize there was water dribbling down his face, trying in vain to wipe it away. She handed him one of the hand towels around the sink to dry himself off with. “So, how was doing it with an alien?”
He blinked at her, looking down at himself, and then back up at her with wide eyes. “I can barely remember… am I going to die?”
“I doubt it. I was real careful to not put anything down your throat you didn’t want. And also we don’t lay eggs in people.” A joke about toxic coochie was left unsaid because she didn’t want him getting any new ideas about how she could be dangerous. “I don’t know where your professor got that idea, but we aren’t parasitic egg layers like that. We give birth to our babies ourselves, like everyone else.”
“Ah.” He set the hand towel down and began to put his shirt back on, buttoning it back up. “Was I… satisfactory?”
“Yeah, you were really good.” She handed him his jacket back. “Satisfied a hell of a lot of my personal curiosities. And it means I can check getting some alien dick off of my bucket list.”
“This can never leave this room. If this got out… I am already compromised. I should arrest myself- yes, I should arrest myself, my mind, my body-”
“No, no you don’t have to arrest yourself.” Marion softly grabbed his hands to stop his fidgeting. “You’re not a zombie, and you’re not gonna die. We’ll just keep this a secret like normal adults, alright?”
He paused, thinking heavily for a moment. He smoothed back his head tendrils and nodded. “Alright. Our… interrogation will remain private until further notice.”
Marion adjusted her jumpsuit, zipping it back up fully and trying to clean herself up a little in the sink. She ended up swishing her mouth out with some water to try and get rid of the effects of whatever that numbing slick was on his genitals and wetting a hand towel to try and blot some… whatever the hell off her jumpsuit. As she tried to look decent, she was wondering if she should maybe ask about lotion on this planet, all this disinfectant and the dry air in the base, her skin was looking rough and ashy. Maybe with a little convincing, she could have the General clear her to be back on her landing pod and maybe she could get the body butter she’d left on it. Her thoughts began to wander, but as that after sex bliss was starting to fade, Marion realized just how hungry and sore she was feeling. Her stomach decided to yowl as her brain caught up to all the bodily needs she had been ignoring since she’d discovered sentient life on the planet.
“What was that noise?”
“That was my stomach.” Marion sighed as she finally stepped away from the sink, content with how she had cleaned up. “I should eat something. It’s been a while since I could eat something not dehydrated or wrapped in a tortilla. Guess it’s time to feed the alien?”
She looked over her shoulder to find the General staring up at her with wide eyes, his hand hovering near his pistol.
“What? Is it… a crime to be hungry or something?”
“Is it customary on your planet to eat your mates once mating is complete?”
“No. We don't do that.” She put a hand on her hip. “That's bugs, not humans.”
That seemed to make him relax just a little bit. He clasped his arms behind his back instead and dropped his gaze a little. “I am not sure how long it will take to get adequate nutrition for you. It can be done, but it will take time to negotiate with a coroner of a nearby city to get you fresh meat for consumption. It might not be enough for-”
“Oh my God, no!” Marion covered her mouth. “I don’t eat people! Have you thought I was gonna eat someone this whole time?”
Grawl’s shoulders slumped in visible relief and he smoothed his head tendrils back with a deep breath. “Our data has suggested that your species would be… predatory towards our own. It is a great relief to hear that you, in fact, are not.”
“That is so messed up.” Marion rubbed her face. “We’ll unpack that later when I’m not starving.”
“If you follow me, I’ll take you to the mess hall.” Grawl walked past her and opened up the door to the lab with a passcode of some sort. “Are you coming?”
Marion followed behind him, trying to not think about how they thought she was some sort of cannibal this entire time. Yeah, she was big, and felt like she was big as she walked behind him, his head barely reaching her hips, but just because she was big didn’t mean she was going to eat someone just because they’re smaller than her. When they reached some kind of elevator, Marion had to crawl in and take a seat in order to fit inside. It was some kind of glass bubble of an elevator, with a secondary set of doors that looked like chainlink fence, and the shaft that it went up and down in also looked like it was some kind of rounded chainlink fence. A few floors up, it stopped and Grawl stepped out, waiting for her to crawl out and get to her feet before continuing to lead her to the mess hall.
It looked about what Marion had pictured. There were a bunch of long, low tables and a cafeteria style serving station, manned by a few people. The room was about half full of people.
“General! Behind you! The monster got loose!” More than one of the men eating at the tables scrambled for their weapons and aimed them at Marion.
“Stand down, men. She is simply here to eat.”
Now, several more of them scrambled under the tables with a whimper or made an attempt to hide behind their trays or someone else. One trembling young man with glasses spoke up. “Are you ask-asking for volunteers, sir?”
“No, Private-”
“I don’t eat people!” Marion put her hands on her hips. “I’m just hungry.”
Grawl reached up and grabbed her sleeve. “This way.” He tugged her over towards the serving station where he released her sleeve, grabbed two trays, and put one of them in her hands. He looked to the kitchen staff, all of whom were trembling as they looked up at Marion with wide, pleading eyes. “At ease, men. Give the alien double portions of whatever she wants.”
The smell of food before her, real, hot food she wasn’t eating out of a tube or a bag or dried and tasteless freeze dried shit made her completely forget how they all just assumed she would eat them. The food looked a little more rounder and alien-y and hover-y than what was back on earth but it was real food and she was hungry and they were under orders to give her double!
She eagerly pointed to what looked like alien meatloaf, complete with ketchup on top, and the kitchen guy, with trembling hands, managed to squeeze two of the biggest pieces into a single slot of her tray. “Thank you.” Marion followed behind Grawl, getting a lot of the same stuff he did, some kind of canned vegetable and macaroni and cheese except they were circles instead of elbow macaroni. Grawl got a cup of hot, black coffee, but Marion opted for lemonade, especially when the kitchen guy got one of those tall plastic soup tupperware things and filled it up for her. She followed Grawl to a table that nobody was sitting at, and after circling it, she sat at the head of the table where there wasn’t a seat so she could sit on the floor and have the table be mostly table height for her.
In hindsight, she did then proceed to immediately embarrass herself by choking down her loaded tray as fast as possible. Not that she noticed anything unusual at the time, except how Grawl would occasionally just stop what he was doing to stare at Marion. When she asked what he was looking at, he would either tell her she had something on her face or simply go back to his own meal.
Between a real shower, hot food she was able to eat in an actual gravity environment, and some really fascinating sex, this was shaping up to be a pretty good alien abduction, all things considered.