Pleasured by Plasma
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Interspace navigator Holly is unbearably horny after months of solo spaceflight, but there's no way she's going to give in to the sexual advances of a faceless ribbon of shimmering plasma that can turn itself into multiple instruments of tentacled delight. Or is she?
Advisory: This 6,000-word erotic short story features masturbation and scenes of alien anal sex. Not suitable for under-18s. More
Holly is on a routine mission to pilot her cargo vessel, the Kyasa, to a remote nebula, when her ship comes under attack. But it turns out that the species that force their way aboard do not have hostile intentions towards her: quite the opposite. Holly has already admitted to Denny, her trusty auto-watchmen that she is unbearably horny after months of solo spaceflight, but there's no way she's going to give in to the sexual advances of a faceless ribbon of shimmering plasma that can turn itself into multiple instruments of tentacled delight. Or is she?
Advisory: This 6,000-word erotic short story features masturbation and scenes of alien anal sex with our feisty female narrator. Not suitable for under-18s.
"May I touch you?" I asked. And then, to Denny, "Is it safe?"
"They are not dangerous," he reassured, and so I summoned up the courage to reach out and lay my hand on one of the smaller branches of gossamer that wound its way around the pilot's chair in which I had so recently been sitting.
It wrapped itself around my hand for a moment. I had been expecting it to feel damp or slimy, like a mist, but it was warm and it pulsed slightly. I stared at it forming itself into a pattern around my fingers before releasing itself and dancing in the air, and I laughed.
I don't know whether it was the relief of finding out that I was not going to be harmed, or the effect that the plasma's presence was having on me, but I felt relaxed, and the knowledge that we were in a temporal pocket and that the flight was not being disrupted made me feel that I did not have a care in the world.
Now that the substance had won my trust, it became bolder.
"We have never met humans before," the voice whispered. "Your hand feels pleasant. May we touch it again?"
"Of course," I said, extending my hand and watching the creature snake itself around me, covering me with its warmth, and a feeling of wellbeing began to spread through me.
"Incredible," I said to myself.
"What is incredible?" asked the creature.
"Nothing," I replied, blushing. How could I possibly explain to this strange life form that was not even vaguely humanoid, that its presence was turning me on.
Not that I've got anything against aliens or interspecies relationships, I hasten to add. There was a very cute Valurian once whom I'd ended up spending the night with after I introduced his colony to the delights of tequila. He might have had three cocks (three times the fun!), but he his shape wasn't too dissimilar from a human. And there was the Piluna guy that time...
I wondered if the plasma could read thoughts. Now I was feeling quite embarrassed. My cheeks flushed.
The substance swirled alluringly around me, sending out little tendrils of sparkly stuff all around me, as though it was flirting. A wisp of it drifted up and touched my cheek.
"We can see that you are sexually aroused, Holly," it said. "There is no need to feel awkward about it. The mating ritual is something that is common to every species we have ever examined."
"I'm not aroused," I protested. "I was just thinking about a friend, from a long time ago."
The tendrils waved admonishingly at me.
"Now, now, there is no need to lie to us. It was the strength of your orgasm when you were in the shower that first alerted us to a human presence on your ship. We find the human sexual experience fascinating and we would like to study it."
"Well, you can wait for someone else to study," I snapped. I didn't intend to be the subject of another species' scientific experiments.