Jacob follows the bright blue alien into the airlock of her starship. As the air cycles, he examines her body. He notices the little things now that he is close to her. She is hairless, and her eyes are blue with black irises. Her simple dress is all she is wearing; her panties are in his pocket. The dress is too revealing to hide a bra, but she doesn’t seem to need one; her breasts are small and perky.
She has hands that look very human with long fingers but no fingernails. Jacob looks down her body to her hips, then his eyes fall to her tentacles, each one as thick as his forearm and covered with suction cups. Jacob swallows hard. ‘My name is James T. Kirt,’ he thinks as the station airlock doors open and reveal the inside of the ship. inside The alien airlock doors look suspiciously like a vagina, the lips parting to let them into the main chamber of the ship. Jacob stumbles as he transitions from zero gravity back to one quarter.
He falls and lands on the soft, rubbery surface of the walkway; he finds himself being lifted back onto his feet by the floor.
“Your ship is alive?” Jacob asks, mouth open.
“I guess you could think of it as a ship.” She says her voice is crisp, like each syllable is crafted one at a time. She touches the ship softly. “I usually call her auntie, not in your language but in my own.”
Jacob touches the ship’s hull, and it’s warm and grippy, like the flat surface is holding his hand. “Hello, Auntie,” Jacob says, still gripped with disbelief. “Thanks for the hand up.”
“She says hello back,” the brilliant blue creature says as she bounces along the walkway.
Jacob watches her go, his erection growing. ‘Am I really going to have sex with an alien?’ He hesitates for a moment. ‘Am I really going to finally get to have sex?’
The multi-tentacled person leads him to a living room-sized space with a large, soft-looking bed set in the floor. She turns around, spreads her arms, and falls into the bed. The surface is bouncy, and she floats up towards the ceiling before falling harmlessly back to the floor. She stares out a giant 12-foot circular window that makes up most of the ceiling of the room above the bed, her gaze not focusing on any one point, just the endless void of space.
Jacob crawls into the bed and lies next to the alien. He looks up at the giant window; he sees the ship he is in has tentacles wrapped around the parking lot like a giant octopus tearing a sailing ship in half. But it appears to be gently holding the station. He lets his eyes wander to the rest of the sky and is shocked to see the moon; it looks so close. He stares for a moment and then turns to look at the alien.
She is lying there looking like one of his French girls. Jacob paints her in his mind. She is wearing a strappy sundress with dolphins. As far as Jacob can tell, that’s what they are; they are wrong. They have tentacles, but they still look like dolphins; he assumes they might be space dolphins. Her blue body looks almost reflective, like she is an inflatable pool toy. She shifts, spreading her tentacles seductively. What really makes Jacob concerned is the 4 tentacles for legs; if you follow them up, what’s there? ‘Does she have the same anatomy as a human? Is there a mouth with teeth or that weird beak thing some octopuses have?’ Jacob swallows nervously.
“Show me your genitals.” The alien requests her tentacles flashing in mating colors in anticipation; ‘He should have the right parts. According to the videos,’ she flexes her tentacles, ready to enjoy herself.
“You’re beautiful,” Jacob says awkwardly.
“And you’re very human,” she responds, pulling her dress up over her head and tossing it out of the bed. “What do you look like without your coverings?”
Jacob begins stripping his clothes off and hears the crinkle of his diaper. ‘Shit,’ he groans in his head. He tries to be cool about it, sliding the diaper down with his shorts. ‘Don’t let her notice, please,’ he begs the universe.
She doesn’t seem to notice. Jacob breathes a sigh of relief. ‘If she did notice, she didn’t care,’ he nods to himself. He relaxes his body, noticeably relaxing. His cock is hard and hanging down as he lies on his side, knee bent, hand holding his head up.
Jacob feels the soft silicone bed and its warmth. In a moment of realization, everything in this ship is silicone; everything is Auntie. Something about the ship watching him makes him lose his earlier bravado; he feels his erection getting soft. ‘How does Izzy do this?’ He bites his tongue and tries to relax again.
But the alien also seems unsure of how to proceed. Her tentacles flash nervously. Finally, Jacob leans in and kisses the alien. Her lips are soft and dry, feeling exactly like the hull of the ship.
The silicone lifeform pulls back at first, unsure of what he is doing, but his lips feel good on her skin, and she softens in his arms. She feels his hand on her breast; she doesn’t really feel anything different than normal, as they are just artificial to make her appear more human, but his intent to make her feel good is felt. It warms her, and she wraps a tentacle around his leg and lightly squeezes. The tip of her tentacles flashing red.
She tries to imitate his kissing. Following his motions, turning her head this way and that. She is surprised and delighted when the tip of his tongue slides into her mouth. She plays with it with the tip of her own. Her cheeks turn pink as the contact is so intimate and unusual.
Jacob’s cock throbs. She feels almost plastic, but her strange kissing methods are turning him on. At one point she attempted to put her tongue in his nose, and he had to correct her. They both laughed. He shifts his attention and begins to kiss her neck, and she chuffs softly.
She runs her hand over his body, her tentacles wrapping around his legs, gently sucking on his skin, making soft popping noises with each sucker. She touches his nipples and is delighted that he makes a strange noise of pleasure. She smiles and runs a hand down, touching his cock. “Does it get bigger?” she asks.
“Uh, not really,” Jacob says quietly. His hands stop as they are massaging her breasts.
“Oh. We can work with it, I think,” she says politely as she pulls Jacob’s body higher up, pulling his cock closer to her secret garden between her legs.
Jacob panics. He didn’t even get to see what’s between the tentacles, and the alien is pulling him towards it. He pulls away lightly, but the tentacles are soft but with iron will. She kisses him deeply, her rubbery tongue invading him. He feels something on the tip of his dick. It’s warm and dry, like it’s coated in flour. He tenses as she pushes him inside her. Despite the dry feeling, the first penis-in-vagina sex in what feels like a lifetime feels amazing.
The alien chuffs happily. ‘It’s small, but it feels nice,’ she thinks. ‘Like having a finger inside,’ she chuffs to herself.
