“Chance Encounters
 of the
Close Kind”

© 2010 by Anel Viz. All rights reserved.

 

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1. Aliens

It was like something straight out of The Simpsons, except he wasn’t a moron, they didn’t resemble fanged green octopuses, their spacecraft wasn’t saucer-shaped, and they had lured him there instead of beaming him up.  Still, one of them had probed every orifice in his body and, as far as he could tell, had mated with him.

He’d found it a very pleasurable experience, once the creature had figured out that his anus was the way to go.  He wondered how he – he assumed it had to be a he – would react when it realized he wouldn’t conceive.  Perhaps it would take a turd for its hybrid offspring.  He had no way of explaining the situation.  If they had a spoken language, the sounds they emitted were not within the range a human ear could hear.  He could have drawn a picture if there had been paper and pencil handy, something like the male and female figures NASA had sent into space to see if some intelligent life form would pick it up and understand, but he didn’t recognize any of their tools, including the one that had fucked him.

The creature had shown no interest in allowing him to reciprocate, though he’d tried his best in sign language to communicate his willingness to do so.  It or he was an extremely attractive whatever it or he was.  They all were, with lovely beige-colored skin like peach fuzz, no arms or limbs he could identify as such, nor any other features for that matter, except their pair of dark brown eyes that seemed to him kind and gentle.  The one that had probed him had taken care not to hurt him.

If it understood the concept of male and female, it must have realized to which gender he belonged, for he’d grown hard feeling whatever it had put inside him swell and press against his prostate, and had ejaculated a second or two before it finished.  It had carefully gathered up his semen and tucked it away in what could have been either a pouch in its body or a pocket in its clothing.  It had happened too swiftly for him to tell which, and the other creatures had gathered around to have a look at it, blocking his view, occasionally turning their bodies to peer at him in what he interpreted as wonderment.

His only fear was that he might have contracted some intergalactic STD.  Then he thought that perhaps they didn’t reproduce by a fusion of two gametes, that what it had planted inside him only needed some warm place to incubate and that he would give birth, after how long a gestation he didn’t know.  Would it hurt?  Would he even survive the ordeal?  And if it should come to pass, what would he name the child?

 

Posted: 01/08/10