Quietly, Lisa crept along the rickety causeway above the abandoned production hall. The economic crash had done little for the town as a whole, but for urban explorers it was an absolute marvel, opening up almost all of the industrial park for intrepid and curious wanderers like herself. Twenty years back, this hall would have been bustling with activity around the clock, but today, after two decades of downsizing and flight of the inhabitants to the larger cities the cavernous vault lay abandoned, eagerly awaiting the attention of meanderers.
The last of the industries to shut down, a couple of months ago now, was on a choke point of sorts, and had been the final obstacle to really opening up the older parts of the industrial park to exploration, many of them buildings where nobody had set foot in fifteen years, if not more.
This particular building was one Lisa had really wanted to get into; back in the heyday of the town it had produced what the company had insisted on calling ‘marital aids’, and Lisa had the distinct feeling that with a bit of searching she would be able to find some abandoned stock somewhere. Even if not, just being in the place was a thrill, seeing a strange, distorted world shaped by human industry but utterly free of it, a ghost town on the outskirts of a living one, and at every new door she could feel her heart beat just a little faster as her hand drew up to the handle.
For all of it, however, something seemed off to her about the building, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. In some ways, it seemed as if the building wasn’t quite as dilapidated as it should by all rights be, but why that should be so she wouldn’t know.
At the end of the causeway she reached the door to the main offices, elevated above the factory floor, the windows overlooking the production area grimey and opaque. Her heart fluttered as she pushed the door handle down, and with a grin she found it unlocked, as these doors so often were. As it swung open, however, her jaw dropped.
She had expected walls covered in design sketches, maybe oversized models, maybe…
Certainly something completely other than what greeted her; a bewildering array of computers, screens and life-sized mannequins with what appeared to be actuators for anatomical study. The company was once known for producing top quality goods, this was so, so that they were advanced wasn’t so surprising; the surprise was that these things were all active, ticking away at whatever they were doing, and that none of it looked close to twenty years old.
The door slowly swung shut behind her as she stepped into the room and began looking the setup over. While the interfaces seemed sensible enough, nothing about them made sense to her; in place of any script she had ever seen every interface was annotated with alien letters that even on a surface level were completely foreign to her.
“What are you doing here?” a voice came from behind her; its timbre somehow wrong.
Spinning around, Lisa found herself face to face with at first glance a man, but a wrong one. His skin was pale blue, and his facial features strange; not ugly, but certainly not human. His eyes were inky black pools, and too large, and his mouth too low on his face; his nose too narrow. His short black hair was well enough, but the ears that poked through it were too pointy, and the hand stretched out to point at her had fingers that were far too long, and only four of them to boot.
“I was just…” Lisa stammered, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. “I didn’t…”
“What are _you_ doing here?” she managed to get out at last.
The alien gave her what may well have been a sigh.
“A fair question, I suppose.” he said wearily. “I am M’x… well, you can call me Max.”
“I am Max.” he began again. “I’m here to study humans and human behaviour.”
“I _thought_ this place would be safe from intrusion, but it appears I was mistaken.” he added, looking over at her with apparent annoyance.
“Why are you studying humans?” Lisa asked, looking over at the anatomical figures. “Some kind of invasion plot?”
“Ha, no.” Max said in what he clearly believed a reassuring tone. “Just a matter of scientific curiosity, I suppose.”
“I see.” Lisa said, sitting down on one of the chairs. “So, um, now what happens.”
“Well”, Max said, looking over his gear, “I’ll have to move, obviously.”
“I doubt there’s much risk of you telling anyone I’m here and being believed, but of course moving is a hassle.” he added.
“Not enough of a hassle to kill me over, I hope.” Lisa said doubtfully.
“Not nearly.” Max said with a grin. “Aside from anything else it’d result in searches and scrutiny, so I’d have to move anyway.”
“That’s… comforting”, Lisa said with a frown, “I suppose.”
Max stepped over to a shelf and fished out a pill bottle.
“You’ll just have to take a couple of these”, he said, knocking a couple of small, white pills out into his hand, “and you’ll wander back into town with your panties on your head, high as balls and ranting about aliens.”
“I’ll be fine.” he said with a smile holding out the pills to Lisa.
“Suppose I don’t want to take those?” she said, looking at them. “I’ve been brought up being taught not taking candy from strangers, after all.”
“Then I can assure you”, Max said, his smile vanishing, “that I can be _very_ convincing.”
“What if I just promised not to tell anyone?” Lisa suggested. “Then you don’t have to move, and I don’t have to get drugged, and we can all get along wonderfully.”
“I don’t see that it’s worth my exposure, I’m afraid.” Max said, proffering the pills again.
Quickly, Lisa’s eyes darted around the room, spotting a particular poster that carried a comparative anatomical analysis, when an idea struck her.
“What if I could help you in your research?” she offered.
“And how would you do that?” Max said, eyeing her doubtfully.
“Well, you’re studying humans, right?” Lisa asked, and Max nodded. “Surely some hands on experience with an actual live one is better than these mannequins?”
“I suppose…” Max said, pulling back the pills. “What in particular did you have in mind?”
“Whatever helps your research, I guess.” Lisa said with a shrug.
“Well”, Max said, knocking the pills back into the bottle, “there is one particular subject I’ve been having trouble getting good data on.”
“Do tell.” Lisa offered.
“The descriptions and depictions I have of mating are wildly divergent, and many seem utterly fabricated or, at the very least, hopelessly exxagerated.” he said. “If that’s something you can help me cut through and untangle, that might be worth the risk.”
Lisa looked back up at the chart.
“Is that chart accurate?” she asked.
“Accurate enough, I should think.” Max said, glancing over at it.
“Then I should be able to do more than help you cut through it.” Lisa said with a grin. “I should be able to give you a bit of first hand experience.”
Max looked over at the chart again, and then back to Lisa.
“Ah.” he said at length. “You mean exploiting the degree of physiological compatibility to give a practical demonstration.”
Lisa arched an eyebrow in confusion.
“That is to say”, Max explained, making air quotes around the final word, “‘fucking’.”
“That’s the one.” Lisa said with a sly grin.
“Do you have, um, a bed or something?” she added, looking around.
“I do.” Max said with a nod, leading her down a hallway into a meeting room converted into a simple bedroom.
“Please disrobe.” he said with a simple smile as he closed the door behind them. “And we can get started.”
“Well”, Lisa said, drawing up to him, “there’s usually a bit more to it than just _that_…”
“I am well aware of the rituals of courtship and so on.” Max said simply, stripping off his own jacket. “What is of use to me is an understanding of the physiological mechanics of mating.”
“Ah.” Lisa said, dropping to her knees. “Well, let me at least demonstrate a well-executed blow job first, then.”
“As you wish.” Max said, leaving Lisa to undo his trousers.
The mechanism was a little unfamiliar to her, but she soon got them open, freeing his cock from its cloth confines, the pale blue skin cool to the touch.
“Um…” she said, lifting it up and stroking it slowly, “Where are your, uh…”
“Gonads?” Max suggested, and Lisa nodded. “They are internal.”
“Ah.” Lisa said. “Well, they are kind of important usually, but I’ll make do.”
“I’m sure you will.” Max said, his cock hardening rapidly under her touch.
In structure it was similar enough to what she was used to, even if the taste was queer as she wrapped her lips around it, a kind of cloying sweetness to it that she would not have expected. From the way Max’ breath changed as she moved around it with licks and kisses to explored it, she gathered that the sensitive spots were much the same as on anyone, and she quickly fell into a steady rhythm, finding it as easy a job as any she’d ever given.
It wasn’t long before Max came, his thick, sticky semen having a savoury, warm flavour to it, reminding Lisa of some variety of forest mushroom soup more than anything.
“An interesting procedure.” Max said as Lisa hopped back to her feet. “I don’t quite see how it could lead to conception, however…”
“Well, it wouldn’t…” Lisa said, arching an eyebrow. “That’s not really the point…”
“I see.” Max said, mulling this over.
Quickly, Lisa stepped over to the bed and sat down.
“I’d be happy to show you that part as well, of course.” she said with a grin. “Just let me know when you’re good to go again.”
Max raised a quizzical eyebrow, and Lisa realised that he was still well hard.
“Never mind.” she said with a grin.
“I understand there are a number of methods?” Max said as he stepped over to the bed.
“There are.” Lisa confirmed. “But let’s go with my favourite one, if that’s all right?”
“And that is?” Max asked with a shrug.
“Well”, Lisa said, tumbling into bed and getting up on all fours, “that is where you grab me by the hips and plow me like a field.”
“I don’t follow.” Max said doubtfully, but clambering onto the bed nonetheless.
Lisa gave a quiet sigh.
“Get on your knees behind me there.” she directed him, and he did as he was bid. “Hands on my hips.”
Again Max did as he was bid, his four-fingered grasp cool on Lisa’s skin.
“And now I’m sure you can figure out the rest.” she said with a sly grin over her shoulder.
“Like so?” Max said, grasping her firmly and thrusting into her, burying his cock to the hilt.
“Yeaaaa~h…” Lisa moaned, the sudden plunge taking her by surprise.
“And then the stimulus is repeated until orgasm occurs?” Max asked, pulling back and thrusting into Lisa anew to a new, loud moan.
“That’s the… general idea…” she managed to get out between thrusts.
“Intriguing.” he mused, upping his tempo to pound Lisa into the mattress. “How long does that usually take?”
The only answer Lisa could give was a primal scream of pleasure as an orgasm rippled through her body, leaving her twitching and moaning.
“I see…” Max said, reaching around to tweak at one of Lisa’s nipples. “And does additional stimuli affect that?”
Lisa nodded weakly, and for the next half hour Max engrossed himself in experimentation with tempo, force, fondling and fingering along with the steady pounding, before Lisa could finally feel him spill himself within her, tipping her over the edge into her fourteenth orgasm.
Spent, Lisa toppled over, and lay panting on the hard cot.
“So, what other methods are in common currency?” Max asked, and Lisa gave him a cross-eyed look of disbelief.
“How about…” she panted, hardly able to speak for all her shouting and moaning, “we explore those on my next visit?”
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