A warm summer night in a small town surrounded by a dark woods; moonbeams pierce the solemn tree trunks, jet-black as the cold night sky they pierce. The brush shakes and twigs snap as the warm leafy Earth crunched under hurried footsteps—the bare footsteps of a young girl outrunning her breath. The branches clawed at her pink pyjama pants, tearing a hole near one of her pockets as her nightgown fluttered behind her, clinging to her soft, smooth shoulders as she ran. Her long blonde hair was a rippling golden stream that shimmered as it caught the moonlight. Her green eyes were dark like the sleeping trees, but wide and sparkling, searching the tree-line in vain.
Abigail was running from nothing, at least, that’s what she was telling herself. She had been stealthily sleuthing about her back yard, smoking a well-deserved joint after finishing her homework, carefully hiding her smoke and the sound of her lighter striking from her parents sleeping upstairs. They thought their daughter was the flawless straight-A model student, and she didn’t want to take that away from them, even though studying in college turned out to be much different from senior year in high school.
Abigail’s parents had been fighting; Mom always her headstrong, outspoken self grappling with Father’s tender but dampening silence. They figured she must be spending a lot of time with boys, but while she had spent a little time sneaking out to meet with boys, she thought that those times had been awkward and unsatisfying—not intimate, intense and satisfying like how everyone made sex out to be. The truth was she just wanted to spend that time getting away.
She had been standing in the backyard, staring into the night when she glimpsed a curious green glow lurking behind the black tree trunks; the moment it caught her eye, it vanished. She lost focus in the darkness as the orange light from the joint illuminated her face. The wind swept through the trees as she held her breath, and exhaled. The eerie green glow silently bloomed again, drifting like smoke between the tree trunks, across the brush in the distance.
She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it; when she looked for the light it seemed to disappear, but when she looked away the green glow would reappear in the corner of her eye. She had a clear feeling that something was out there, that it must be something very out of place—maybe even dangerous. The curiosity was too much to resist.
In spite of her own best judgement, Abigail found herself walking toward the edge of the lawn. The light was so bright now, it seemed to illuminate the whole side of the house, piercing through the windows to the rooms inside, but nobody in the house seemed to notice the light. She did not consider the late hour, or her lack of proper outside clothes; her bare feet softly pressed into the cool green grass as she stepped across the lawn. While her parents argued loudly in the upstairs bedroom window, Abigail’s ghostly white robe and blonde hair silently vanished into the darkness of the tree line. They knew she had been sneaking off occasionally during the night, but this time, they did not notice, and they wouldn’t be concerned until she didn’t show up for breakfast the next morning.
Abigail woke to the deep, droning hum of engines somewhere nearby and the soft flutter of cool air caressing her face; she was lying on a bed, surrounded by strange lights and odd blue/grey metal surfaces. As she regained her senses, she looked around for something familiar, something to tie her to her last memory—of smoking weed in the backyard thinking about getting away from it all. She yelped sheepishly as she met a large pair of glowing yellow eyes looking back at her, with endlessly-deep dark pupils long and sharp like claws.
A rather dapper-looking lizard-like creature, much taller and heavier than a man; not unlike a raptor or a t-rex, but with more-developed arms stood at her bedside. Abigail gazed up at his broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms, studying his tight sinews and pulsing veins intently. He sported a short-sleeved, high-waisted lab coat that was open at the chest and hid very little of his scaly, dark-green skin, as it seemed he was wearing nothing else. His long, muscular legs towered up to her tight, heaving bosom, while his stocky, majestic tail bobbed and swayed playfully behind him. His large, wide mouth topped with tiny round nostrils was decorated with sparkling, razor-sharp teeth; his eyes were wide, teardrop shaped with vertical pupils like most reptiles, but behind the eerie yellow glow and dark slits of his pupils lurked an intelligence that she never recalled from even the most cunning snakes and drawings of dinosaurs.
The creature’s voice was deep, but smooth and calming; his words were eloquent, reassuring, like a wise old caretaker:
“Excellent; you’re coming around.”
Abigail’s mind filled with questions; she had not expected to understand such a creature, though she did not know what to expect at all. Where am I? What is this creature? Where have they taken me? Does anyone even know where I am? She was confused, but more calm than perhaps she ought to be for the situation. The creature’s rumbling, soothing words were making her forget her worries, making her feel like such questions don’t always need answers.
“My name is Toris; you are a guest aboard my ship, landed in the woods outside your home,” he spoke reassuringly. His explanation put her more at ease, but there was something else to him that she could detect only faintly, as if she could almost smell it: Was there some reason he had brought her here?
“You are such an intelligent and curious creature, the first of your kind even, that I feel is ready to experience what I wish to show you,” he seemed oddly aware of her questions—able to answer her before she’s ready to ask, steering her away from her concerns and leaving her growing ever more curious and excited.
Abigail often dreamed of meeting aliens one day, while huddled in her room reading books and watching sci-fi movies, but while she was imaginative, she was grounded; she never expected to actually see a creature from another world, especially under such comfortable and understanding conditions.
“It is true,” said Toris, “I am able to sense your thoughts, not because I am an alien, but because I am related to you…I am also a child of Earth. I am a descendant of what you would call dinosaurs,” he said matter-of-factly, “In fact, we have more in common than you may realize…Are you able to sit up?”
Abigail cautiously leaned forward; she felt better-rested than she had been in years. She swung her feet out over the side of the bed, letting them hang above the floor as she looked to Toris again; he watched Abigail carefully to ensure that she was fully-recovered and alert. She felt strangely well—her nervousness gently quieted by his telepathic presence, feeding her voracious curiosity answering questions as they formed inside her. She felt so well-sated that she wasn’t tired, cold, hungry or thirsty in the slightest; she was simply her inquisitive, adventurous self.
“Perhaps I could show you around,” Toris offered, then held his breath a beat, “You are free to leave whenever you wish.”
Abigail gingerly lowered her feet, expecting to feel the cold, blue-grey metal floor, but the brushed surface felt smooth and warm under her soles, as if she couldn’t feel where her feet ended and the floor began. The dinosaur-man’s eyes twinkled and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward as he watched her straighten her legs and back; her chest and her tummy heaved as she took a deep breath. He turned his back, moving towards a piece of furniture she concluded must be a chair or stool, removing his little lab coat and draping it over the chair. She was impressed by the size of his tail, and his remarkably masculine hind haunches. He was very large and scaly, but he looked so strong and sexy; she pictured her legs straddled across his tail, hands clinging to his broad dark green shoulders, rough like a crocodile.
Toris walked towards the doorway, reaching his claw into an appropriately-shaped opening which blinked yellow to open the door, then he turned around looking back at Abigail, “Come with me, Abigail, if you please,” he invited. He must’ve sensed her name somehow, but she had no way of knowing how much he knew about her.
She followed him into a well-lit corridor made of the same blue-grey metal, with ample room for Toris to stand upright, but she was unable to see around his hulking figure. They passed doorways as the corridor curved in one direction, but they did not pass anyone else. There were hardly any markings along the way, save for a different symbol on each door that she didn’t recognize.
Toris stopped in front of a doorway bearing the symbol of Venus’s hand mirror (♀), which Abigail immediately recognized, but the symbol made it no easier to guess what was behind the door. He inserted his claw into another keyhole like the one before, and the door opened, revealing a long, brightly-lit hexagonal hallway.
The walls on either side of the hall were lined floor-to-ceiling with cubes set on glowing panels, each one with a panel of buttons beside it, and a screen that displayed charts like in a hospital. Each cube was about ten inches across, an icy pale blue that looked as if it could be made of jello, and clear enough to see the round, pink contents inside. Abigail recognized it from textbooks at school, but she had never actually seen one in person: two pink round ovaries perched atop a tight but round and pronounced uterus, bundled neatly with two symmetrical stems, the whole assembly meeting at the hilt of her doughnut-shaped cervix. The rosy-red flesh draped below like a waterfall was barely recognizable for its customary appearance from the outside; once connecting this comely womanhood to the outside world, the vagina now looked rather out of place leading to nowhere, except the bottom of the cube.
She shuddered at the thought that she was holding real, living sex organs, but her pussy started to dribble, knowing full well that this small round bundle of pink flesh—like some kind of living sculpture, just like the one inside her—once belonged to a woman or girl, but now this cube and its contents were all that was left of her.
“This one is one of your ‘Jack the Ripper’ victims”
“My god!” she exclaimed, “Is this really what happened to her!?” Was this going to happen to her, too?
“I could never simply kill my prizes – but if they willingly give themselves up…” He licked his lips—but stealthily—preferring not to let his new visitor dwell on such thoughts. Perhaps later there would be time to demonstrate how he near-effortlessly relieved her of her organs in such perfect condition, while the shocked and horrified woman watched the entire process in helpless arousal.
“Would you like to hold her? It’s surely been more than a century since she’s been held by her own kind, and I do think she would appreciate it”
Abigail’s eyes remained locked on it, staring deeply into the cube and its contents as if looking into a mirror; she felt as if she wasn’t seeing body-parts, but a complete living, feeling, thinking woman before her—like a sister she had never met before. Without saying anything, she held her hands out. Toris gently lifted the cube from its holder, and lowered it respectfully into Abigail’s hands. She gasped softly as she felt the weight cradled in her hands, turning it from side-to-side with an innocent curiosity. The cube wobbled gently in her hands, as if trembling, nervous about being held for the first time. Abigail got the distinct impression she was holding more than just a thing, but something alive, something that was a thing in its own way. She felt something soft against her fingers, and turns the cube over to find the entrance to the vagina just connecting to the surface of the cube. She flustered, almost put off by the sight, but curiosity soon got the best of her.
Toris silently watched Abigail with a clever, satisfied look as she timidly parted the opening with her fingertips, gingerly pressing her soft finger into the stretchy vestibule. She was surprised by the warmth, noticeably different from the surrounding cube, which was slightly cool to the touch. Toris had seen that confused look on her face on others, and he knew how to explain: “The cube keeps her alive,” he said, “it provides all the water, nutrients, and physical support that she needs while displaying her natural, perfectly-evolved beauty.” “Every so often, I recharge the cube. This way, she will survive longer than the rest of her body ever could on it’s own.” Toris gently grasped the cube with one of his large sets of claws, making at appear much smaller as he placed it back in its position on the shelf.
Abigail’s heart beat faster and faster as a red bulge appeared in the slit in between Toris’s legs. He moaned deeply as his arousal climbed, his long reptilian member just keeps growing and growing, to the aroused shock and amazement of Abigail. Toris had a long, thick shaft with smooth red scales, and a forked tip like a snake’s tongue, the needle-like tips wiggled gently. When it finally reached its full size, it was longer than Abigail’s arm, and twice as thick at the base. She grasped it gingerly in her hand, surprised at first that it was cold to the touch, but then remembering that reptiles are cold-blooded, she gently lifted it to feel its weight, squeezing it to sense its firmness.
Butterflies erupted in Abigail’s stomach as the smell reached her nose. It was strong and unfamiliar, reminiscent of dried spices, but intoxicating and oh-so-deliciously similar to the thick intoxicating musk of a man’s penis. She subconsciously licked her lips, but tried to avoid giving Toris the impression that she was salivating like the hungry, wild animal that his pheromones were turning her into.
Abigail could feel the hunger mounting, a ferocity nestled tightly between her hips, a sensation she was beginning to recognize as part of her monthly cycle, but then she concluded she shouldn’t be ovulating for at least another few days! This gave her a rush of bewilderment and horniness that made her hands tremble softly, and her heart beat even faster and louder.
Toris leaned in, enjoying her tiny but soft warm hands gripping his dick. He closed his eyes, resting his snout on her shoulder, pressing his nostrils against the crook of her neck, taking slow, deep breaths of her lively pheromones. While humans’ noses aren’t so well-adjusted, Toris had no trouble detecting the delicate aroma wafting from Abigail’s body, betraying her arousal and her body’s readiness. He knew full well the effect that his intoxicating dinosaur pheromones would have on her supple human brain. He bent his head further down, his snout pawing against her mound just above her vulva tenderly teasing her clit, and coaxing open her tight warm folds to release her sweet female aroma.
Abigail tried to control her breath, to contain herself as she partly felt she was in the grip of a wild animal sniffing at her sex, and partly in the throes of a rather charming and mysteriously sexy man. The sight of Toris’s reptilian but incredibly masculine dick gently bobbing up and down in front of her, like a great red scaly rhinoceros horn was wearing away her resolve. While she hadn’t completely made up her mind yet, her body certainly had; she could feel her body making herself ready for him. She rested a hand on his huge dick; it felt like it could easily support her entire weight.
That wasn’t all—her heart was opening to the lizard as well. Suddenly, she wondered, “the females where you’re from…” looking into his serpentine eyes, “…do you miss them? Has it been a long time?”
Toris looked away. No expression revealed in his face, but his eyes softened.
“It has,” he answered in his deep, loud voice, but softer than he normally speaks, “There are females of my kind on my homeworld, and travelling the sea of distant stars, exploring and helping other species like I am, but I have not seen one since I was young. Of course, there could be no-one like a female of my own species, but since it’s been more than two centuries, I have adjusted to find pleasure in the races I encounter in my travels.” Abigail felt a little sad for Toris.
Abigail was very curious to what other species Toris was referring to, but she said nothing; the lizard pheromones flowing through her brain had begun to transform her mind. Even when she looked away, the only thing she could see in her mind’s eye was that scaly red phallus, pointed at the tip, but wide enough to stretch her as far as she would dare. She imagined slowly sinking herself onto it as Toris hummed a deep, low moan of appreciation. Perhaps this was the reason that all the vaginas surrounding her looked like they had seen better days—ravaged by some impossibly large invader—but she did not care to consider this might become the fate of hers. Arousal had gotten the best of her, just as it had for those lining the shelves around her.
Toris knew by Abigail’s silence that arousal had taken hold of her brain; he knew he could do whatever he wanted to her, but he remained patient and did nothing but watch her silently. He had learned to particularly enjoy a certain aspect of sexuality that human females were much better at than any other species he had encountered. He knew if he waited silently and patiently, that Abigail’s own arousal would do the work for him.
Abigail’s heart beat faster and faster as she studied the impressive reptilian instrument before her, practically making her go cross-eyed as she marvelled at it’s size and shape like she had never imagined. She became increasingly aware of her skin, feeling every bit of contact between her and her nightgown and pyjamas. She licked her lips, tasting the salt of her skin, sending electricity down her spine to her tailbone, which was wiggling side to side as if it had a mind of it’s own. She was starting to feel more and more antsy, knowing that soon there would be only one way to regain herself, the one thing she could not stop thinking about doing.
Abigail gulped, looked into Toris’s eyes and then looked at the floor. As her cheeks turned bright red, she took hold of her nightgown and lifted it over her head, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Her pale, delightfully-round breasts stood proudly on her chest, pert and inviting, yet firm and strong like a country dream-girl. Her thick pink nipples seemed to almost glow a similar red colour to her cheeks, hot like her now fully-awakened sex. She gathered her confidence, and looked up to take in Toris’s reaction.
Needless to say, she did feel a little awkward or embarrassed, but not as much as she would if she was in front of her friends, or any of the boys from school. This just seemed more right, more truthful. She was also certainly surprised to see Toris’s penis get even bigger, as it was lengthening and thickening before her eyes, spurred on by the sight of her nubile farm-girl form and her intrepid pink nipples pointing straight out and slightly upward.
They were not required to complete his mission, but Toris had come to immensely enjoy the appearance of human female breasts, especially because many species he had encountered didn’t even have them—the females of his own species do not have breasts. Of all the breasts he had seen in the galaxy, humans’ were by far the most pleasing to look at and to touch!
Even though he doesn’t keep them in his collection, Toris now made a point of seeing the breasts of every human female he collects; he doesn’t know why, but every pair he has seen gets him turned on. Perplexed by the uniqueness of each pair, but yet they all look so similar, he imagines one day he will isolate the genes for a particularly impressive pair of breasts, then apply some gene therapy to give them to the females of his own species.
“Don’t you like them?” squeaked Abigail, bringing Toris back to Earth.
“My dear, you have no idea,” he said gently, “the females on my world don’t have these…” Toris tenderly reached for her breast, curling one of his smooth claws beneath it, lifting it with wonder. Abigail gasped and her nipple hardened, goosebumps rippling across her breast. Abigail was becoming more brave and adventurous; she straightened her back, and stood tall.
Wanting more, Toris slipped a craw from his other hand under Abigail’s waistband at the front, tugging at the small opening to reveal some soft blonde hair on her prominent mound. Toris wanted more, but he knew the joy of allowing the female to reveal herself in her own time, like a flower bud which springs into its most beautiful form when she knows herself to be so.
Abigail quietly shivered in her pyjama bottoms, not form the cold, but the rush of her bare exposed chest causing goosebumps to ripple across her breasts. Her parents would be furious, and it made her grin. Sensing it was time, abandoning her insecurity, Abigail took hold of her pyjamas and dropped them to her ankles, revealing her complete nakedness.
Toris’ eyes grew wide and bright as he took in Abigail’s splendid form. He growled erotically as he looked her up and down. She had a look at herself, gasping, as her hand darted in front of her to hide her golden fluff.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said looking away, “the females of our species usually prefer to be smooth down here,” she kept her hand over her patch of fluffy golden fleece.
“But is that not what your females naturally look like…” said Toris, perplexed.
“Well, you still have lots to learn about us, then” Abigail replied cheekily, warmed to learn her kind still held some mystery to him. “I would feel better about it,” she said a little more confidently, looking Toris straight in the eye.
“It’s no bother to me,” he said warmly, reaching out of view to reveal what looked to Abigail a lot like a ray gun. Her eyes widened, and she gasped a little. Toris noticed and calmed her, “you’ll find the useful thing about technology is its infinity of uses…” smiling to himself at the silly truism, “we simply adjust to one of the lowest settings, and voila!” Toris had done this before, but he chose to simply smile and allow her to teach him; he knew his mysteriousness would make her more attentive.
Toris aimed between Abigail’s legs and pulled the trigger; she jumped with a cute little yelp as the bright purple beam flashed and was gone in an instant, along with every single one of her soft blonde hairs, leaving her as smooth and bare as a doll between her legs. Her pussy tingled from the quick jolt of the ray gun, its very low setting just reaching below the skin to her nerves.
Between Toris’s pheromones, her nakedness and a new rush of adrenaline Abigail now felt so marvellously and fantastically sexy; she quietly turned around and bent over, grabbing her ankles and using her girl muscles just so, offering her tiny pink opening with just a pinprick of black perfectly placed at the top of her little slit, a tantalizing—albeit very very small—target for Toris. She peeked between her shins to see Toris transfixed by the sight before him, his magnificent horn-shaped cock bobbing up and down silently. A small droplet of clear fluid appeared at the tip, catching the light; Abigail did not need to be told what that meant.
Toris could revel and stare no longer, his cock ached as it grew harder and harder. Pressure began to build up inside him, his own pheromones mingling with the fresh come and fuck me scent from Abigail’s pussy now began to wear away at his own self control.
Abigail slowly crouched into a squatting position, letting her delicately small labia hang down, her vagina open and exposed to the air, letting Toris have a good long look at her tiny pink asshole as she erected herself as seductively as she could, standing straight back up again, this time with her legs a little further apart.
Toris stepped close to her, his massive member truly deserving of the term prick less than an inch from her tummy between her breastbone and her belly-button. He said nothing as he grasped her hips between his claws, taking firm hold of her body. Unable to shift in his claws, she felt for the first time like she truly knew his strength, but unknown to Abigail, he was just getting started.
Toris widened his stance a little bit, to bring his pelvis closer to her level, lifting her body by her hips. Without any difficulty or hesitation, he expertly positioned her soft, warm opening around his springy forked tip, savouring the alien warmth of her slick pink folds enveloping just the smallest most delicate portion of his reptilian manhood.
Abigail moaned deeply, welcoming the new but not entirely unfamiliar sensation. The boys she has been with were all hasty and impatient, leaving much to be desired; while her parents and her friends would be shocked to see her now, being with this strange alien creature felt so much more sexual and intimate somehow, like she was more free to be herself than she could with another human and the expectations that seems to bring.
She thought it felt like a strong, scaly snake was reaching deep inside her, probing past the taut, trembling threshold of her love tunnel swelling and shoving deeper and deeper, already stretching her vagina further than she ever had felt in her young life. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting herself become lost in the situation as Toris was slowly letting gravity do its work. Abigail sank further and further until his cool, red, horn-shaped member overwhelmed her womanhood completely; her weight began to press his tip against her cervix.
Toris’ magnificent reptilian dick was not purpose-made for her body, but it was much longer-evolved than a man’s penis. Reptilian sex is very often rough and brutal, even by the most extreme human standards. To Toris, Abigail truly was a warm, delicate, and sensuous flower opening herself upon his cold, hard reptilian prick. As the forked end of his prick like two pink pencil erasers reaches the back of her vagina, the two tips gently probe her interior, stretching her differently than normal.
Abigail giggled as his feelers tickled her cervix, causing her legs to squirm, which made her sink further onto Toris. She squealed with delight and howled like only a girl can as his immense member stretched her opening wider than any man humanly could, further than she ever had attempted herself. As her pussy wrenched against him, he could feel the inner gateway of her womanhood pressing down against his forked tip, which began to split into a Y shape.
Toris grunted orgasmically, flexing his member with satisfaction as he started emitting a clear fluid from between the two tips, coating Abigail’s warm, wet insides with his own cool, slippery lubricant, which had some other special properties. He revelled in each and every little squeeze from her spasming vagina coiled around him tightly, stretched so she surely ought to reach a breaking point, but she didn’t care.
Abigail’s insides tingled with the familiar hunger of young lust, and a strange new burning sensation she could feel inside her, which turned to numbness after a short time, as her vagina absorbed a flood of alien pheromones in Toris’s precum. She couldn’t focus on anything but the monumental invader of her trembling womanhood, finally halted by the limits of her marvellous elasticity. Thankfully the flow of Toris’s cold, slippery fluid was increasing, making the sensation of his tiny scales against her vaginal lining absolutely mind blowing.
Abigail was so helplessly, achingly aroused that orgasm seemed tantalizingly impossible; as if she were stretched so tenuously close to orgasm that her pussy simply couldn’t bear it, but Toris wasn’t finished yet. He let out a deep grunt as she felt a wave of pressure surge past her legs. The feeling of being used like this put her over the edge; she babbled unintelligible noises as her legs kicked about, squirming against the dinosaur she was impaled on.
The violent contractions against his prick made Toris’s deep-rooted instinct kick in, and he flexed with all his might, forcing a final and almost uncomfortable surge of fluid into Abigail’s helpless pussy. Precum gushed out from the space between them, splattering loudly onto the floor.
“Hooooooooo,” moaned Abigail as she gently fell from the height of arousal, reaching gingerly here and there to begin lifting herself; Toris obliged, taking care not to remove his enormous size too quickly, his scaled member slithered out of her pussy as she gently contracted. He gently set her back down on the ground, growling softly with satisfaction.
Strings of clear fluid hung from her pussy, which had already more or less righted herself, down to the floor, dangling between her trembling knees. As she studied his impressive member, hardly diminished in size or appearance at all, looking it up and down, she knelt in front of him, gazing up at this wonderful thing, smelling it deeply, her own scent mixed with his, and marvelling at the tiny plated scales up close. Then she first considered the empty space beneath his massive prick.
“Pardon me for asking, but where are your testicles?”
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Wow.