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Alien Absuction
Dr. Victor Mercks was frustrated, both sexually and professionally. The spaceship’s captain was a buffoon, every planet he explored was deserted, and Clara, the only attractive woman on the ship, wanted nothing to do with him. But when Victor finally finds an alien organism, he is transformed into a fearsome - and horny - alien creature with just one thing on its mind.
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STORY SAMPLE
Clara Ehrog was, to put it bluntly, the only attractive woman on the Lazarus. She was six feet of athletic curves and tanned skin, and her youthful looks masked a steely-eyed professionalism that was both intriguing and intimidating. She was the best pilot in her class, but all that got her was a full-time job of brushing off crewmates like Victor. Though the two hadn’t shared more than a “good luck” and a “thanks” on the way to the airlock, Victor knew the opportunity to be with her on these missions was the only reason this was worth doing anymore.
Victor couldn’t help but stare at the pilot’s backside as she flipped switches and powered down the engines. Clara’s long blonde ponytail tried to wriggle out of the collar of her black flight suit as she unbuckled her safety harness, but like the femininity she tried so hard to suppress at the Academy, she quickly shoved it back down. She stood up and turned his way, revealing herself to him. Several straps with plastic buckles covered her torso, leaving only a hint of her bust, and she wore bulky grey boots that extended up near her knees. However, she also wore revealing black spandex pants that stretched just enough to see the color of the skin beneath.
Victor smiled, feeling his small member pull tight the front of his jumpsuit. Then an open hand smacked his shoulder.
“Hey, Doc!” grunted a voice. “Get off your keister and let’s get going.” Victor turned, and to his disappointment, Grosserode was standing there.
Lance Grosserode, the third member of the landing party, was both the head of security and an incorrigible jerk. He was two years younger than Victor, but a head taller and much bigger, and his body filled every space in his suit that hung loose on the doctor. He was handsome and he knew it. Grosserode was always smiling, and his slicked-back brown hair did nothing to keep him from looking like a used car salesman.
“It’s prepped!” said Victor as he thumped his hand against the large silver backpack on the seat next to him. Grosserode’s eyes widened.
“Hey, don’t get smart with me, Doc,” he answered, raising his JL-34 laser-assault rifle in his right arm, trying his hardest to mask the fact that it was too heavy for him to hold that way. “You shouldn’t talk back to the guy who walks behind you carrying this!” The rifle shook in his arm, and sweat trickled down his brow. Victor thought of being a smart-aleck by saying something like “Need any help there?" but after all he’d gone through with Pollard, the doctor didn’t have it in him.
“Knock it off,” said Clara, effortlessly shoving Grosserode back against a storage locker. “Now, remember, we’ve got four hours down here until sunset, so stay within sight of the ship and keep an eye on your vitals.” She then turned to Victor and stared through him with her steel-grey eyes. “Both of you.”
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STORY SAMPLE
Clara Ehrog was, to put it bluntly, the only attractive woman on the Lazarus. She was six feet of athletic curves and tanned skin, and her youthful looks masked a steely-eyed professionalism that was both intriguing and intimidating. She was the best pilot in her class, but all that got her was a full-time job of brushing off crewmates like Victor. Though the two hadn’t shared more than a “good luck” and a “thanks” on the way to the airlock, Victor knew the opportunity to be with her on these missions was the only reason this was worth doing anymore.
Victor couldn’t help but stare at the pilot’s backside as she flipped switches and powered down the engines. Clara’s long blonde ponytail tried to wriggle out of the collar of her black flight suit as she unbuckled her safety harness, but like the femininity she tried so hard to suppress at the Academy, she quickly shoved it back down. She stood up and turned his way, revealing herself to him. Several straps with plastic buckles covered her torso, leaving only a hint of her bust, and she wore bulky grey boots that extended up near her knees. However, she also wore revealing black spandex pants that stretched just enough to see the color of the skin beneath.
Victor smiled, feeling his small member pull tight the front of his jumpsuit. Then an open hand smacked his shoulder.
“Hey, Doc!” grunted a voice. “Get off your keister and let’s get going.” Victor turned, and to his disappointment, Grosserode was standing there.
Lance Grosserode, the third member of the landing party, was both the head of security and an incorrigible jerk. He was two years younger than Victor, but a head taller and much bigger, and his body filled every space in his suit that hung loose on the doctor. He was handsome and he knew it. Grosserode was always smiling, and his slicked-back brown hair did nothing to keep him from looking like a used car salesman.
“It’s prepped!” said Victor as he thumped his hand against the large silver backpack on the seat next to him. Grosserode’s eyes widened.
“Hey, don’t get smart with me, Doc,” he answered, raising his JL-34 laser-assault rifle in his right arm, trying his hardest to mask the fact that it was too heavy for him to hold that way. “You shouldn’t talk back to the guy who walks behind you carrying this!” The rifle shook in his arm, and sweat trickled down his brow. Victor thought of being a smart-aleck by saying something like “Need any help there?" but after all he’d gone through with Pollard, the doctor didn’t have it in him.
“Knock it off,” said Clara, effortlessly shoving Grosserode back against a storage locker. “Now, remember, we’ve got four hours down here until sunset, so stay within sight of the ship and keep an eye on your vitals.” She then turned to Victor and stared through him with her steel-grey eyes. “Both of you.”
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First published April 28, 2014
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