ALIEN SHIFTER ROMANCE: Alien Tigers - The Complete Series (Alien Invasion Abduction Shapeshifter Romance) (Paranormal Science Fiction Fantasy Anthologies & Short reads)

by Tanya Jolie

  I raise a hand, weakly. “Hi.” My voice comes out as a whisper.

  She raises her head once. “What the fuck is going on, man?” I can only shrug.

  “You said this thing was like a mushroom or something, and now we’re inside it?”

  “Looks that way,” I can hear the tremor in my own voice, my fright ringing through.

  “So what, you think this is some kind of space craft?” She wants me to give her the answers, tell her everything, and I can’t.

  “I don’t know!” I cry, “I don’t know what this is or what happened. I just know everyone else is dead.”

  Her face changes then, the expression unreadable. “You don’t got to tell me that, man. I seen that moon go up like the fourth of July too.”

  “Oh, my head,” Deakins moans, and I shuffle over to see him.

  “Are you injured?” I ask gently. “Is anything broken?”

  He squints up at me. “Just because I’m the oldest one here doesn’t mean I’ve got brittle bones,” he barks back. “What happened?”

  I’m just about to tell him when Nerravin cuts in. “It looks like the exobiologist can’t tell the difference between a mushroom and a fucking spacecraft, man. We’re aboard some kind of alien ship or some shit like that.”

  Deakins looks at me with a mixture of emotions, shock, wonder, disappointment. His eyebrows go up. “Is that right, Hetty?” he asks.

  I can’t hold his stare. “It looks that way but...” I trail off and they both stare at me, waiting. “I think the whole thing is alive.” I gesture around the room. It’s Nerravin who gets it first.

  “We’re inside some kind of creature, man? Is that what you saying?”

  I sniff and wipe my tears. “Think so.” I say.

  Deakins gets up and moves to the wall, punching it hard, his fist makes a small slapping sound but the surface bows in around his knuckles, absorbing the blow.

  “Christ!” he says. “Now what?”

  “I guess we wait and see,” I tell them both. Nerravin looks like a caged animal already, and Deakins slumps back down into one of the corners of the cell we’re in.

  ***

  We have ridden the shock wave from the exploding moon, being missed narrowly by the vast asteroids, which sail by even faster than Acrulla. He has suffered minor damage to three of his systems but no skin breaches, so I can leave the repairs to Jonober and the rest of the crew. I make my way through the ship to the outer skin where a chamber has been sealed to quarantine the three aliens. One of my crew, a female I do not know, is interfaced with Acrulla through a proboscis. She rises and looks down as I pass her to look through a small window. She has kept it opaque so they do not get too much information regarding their surroundings.

  “Report.”

  “All three have woken, commander, I have not had much success in deciphering their language, however.” I turn to look at her.

  “Is that all?” I sense she wishes to tell me more yet is afraid. “What are you called?”

  “Bhentus, commander,” she tells me with obvious pride. “Aboard for thirty-four cycles now.”

  “So what else do you wish to tell me?” She pauses and I feel my anger rise, but she speaks before I roar at her.

  “I do not think this is the same species that attacked Acrulla and destroyed the moon.” I gaze at her, and she holds my stare. She might prove to be an asset after all.

  “Reasoning?” I demand.

  “I analyzed the recording of the attack, specifically when Acrulla’s missiles hit the other ship. I compared the bodies which were ejected with these, and they are markedly different.” I nod at her.

  “Excellent.” This is high praise coming from me, and she knows it. “Continue with your work and keep me informed. Keep them fed and see that they have some more room to feel free, but do not allow them to have access to Acrulla.”

  “Yes, commander.”

  “Let me see them,” I order, and the window becomes fully transparent. Three small, weak forms are huddled in the room beyond. None of them even see me. Most unimpressive, the male has little muscle mass and one of the females is the size of a child. There is a larger female, who...

  “Commander?” Bhentus calls from behind.

  “What?” I snap.

  “You were just staring in there, commander, for a long time,” she tells me. “You did not respond when I called.” I do not recall spending too much time watching the female.

  “I choose how long to examine my captives, remember that.” I tell her and then leave.

  ***

  I’ve only got a vague idea of how long we’ve been here, but it’s got to be hours now. Nerravin is searching every inch of the walls for a gap she can exploit, but I know she won’t find one. I can feel it. Plus, it’s like the walls are moving, the space we’re in getting bigger somehow. I’ve been on edge since the moon exploded. Why did I survive? What makes me so special? What’s going to happen to us? Where are they taking us? I should be chomping at the bit to see a sentient alien and try to learn about them, but my fear and anxiety over what’s going to happen to us is eating me from the inside.

  Deakins looks as strung out as I feel, and every time I try to talk to him, he just snaps at me. Nerravin is off limits too. She’s just ignoring me, blaming me for not identifying this ship. What does she think would have happened if I had? We’d have been killed when the moon blew up! I lie down, pillow my head on my arm and close my eyes, trying to calm myself a little.

  I can hear Nerravin mumbling to herself as she examines every inch and Deakins’ heavy sighs, but they are becoming less distinct, much less important, and the hypnotic hum coming from the massive ship soothes me to sleep.

  In the dream I’m walking through the alien ship with glittering walkways and passages conveying me. I’m surrounded by overwhelming beauty, passing a large tank which has hundreds of small, colorful animals inside. They look like fish but there doesn’t appear to be any water, and I wonder how they float around the tank.

  I’m surrounded by beauty and luxury, my dreaming mind bringing my own version of the ship to life. A table and chairs appear behind me, and I sit, drinking the best coffee I have ever tasted and eating a pastry.

  The stranger enters from somewhere. I just become aware of him pacing over and watch as he sits down, sharing my meal. I can’t see his features, but I know he must be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Something is different about him, but I can’t tell what. He’s certainly got the bulging muscles I like and a pleasant manner about him, even though he hasn’t spoken.

  He gets up and holds out his hand. I take it, as if we have known each other for years, and find it’s cooler than mine. I realize he’s not human when my dream shifts, and we’re walking hand in hand along a sunlit cliff top. The view is beautiful, with the orange sky meeting the yellow sea. Some part of my mind is telling me this is wrong. I haven’t ever been here, but I know it, regardless. Up ahead are a grassy plain, which stretches on as far as I can see, and a small copse of trees, which grow in a semicircle.

  Inside, the trees have become a cozy, round hut with soft edges to the lavender tinted features. A warm fire burns in the hearth as always, and we stand next to it, naked and facing each other. His fingers trace designs across my skin, running from my hands, up my arms to my shoulders and neck. Every nerve tingles in the wake of the contact between his flesh and mine, lighting my skin with trails of fire. He steps closer, this stranger, whose face I can’t see, and leans down to press his lips against mine. I can feel his breath, warm on my face, feel his lips so gentle against mine and when he flicks his tongue out, I part my lips giving him my mouth. It’s bizarre. His tongue is warm, soft and moist, but it feels like it’s split, forked in a snake-like way, but I ignore it as this is just a dream. I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the knots of muscle flexing under my fingers and pull us closer together.

  His insistent fingers trace up and down my back now, thrilling their way up and
down my spine, skimming my sides and tickling over the curve of my breasts. His touch brings me to life, my body responding in a primal way, my heart speeds up and breath comes in huffed gasps.

  I feel his lips on my neck and throat, sending shivers and goose flesh in waves down my back and across my thighs. A warm ache is growing deep inside my abdomen, pulling at the long unused muscles down there.

  His hands support my heavy breasts, squeezing gently and stroking, running his rough palms over my nipples which go rigid in response. He leans in and sucks a kiss from my lips before moving down to gently, pulling at my right nipple with his mouth and tongue. I feel a similar tug deep inside me and willingly give in to the passion, which burns throughout me.

  He pushes me back, away from the fire, and I fall in slow motion onto the quilted bed. It’s warm under me, as if it’s alive, and I know I’ve felt it before, but the dream won’t let me think about anything but him. He kisses and licks his way down my skin, tasting and sampling, delighting in the feel and taste of my plump body. He pauses and flicks his forked tongue into my belly button with such eroticism I can almost feel it in my groin. His hands trace down my thighs, grip my knees and spread my legs as wide as they will go, opening me to his gaze. Without hesitation, he licks his way down through the coarse hair, and I feel his warm tongue against my wet lips.

  He trails the tips of his tongue over my labia, using the twin forks to spread the swollen lips and I’m transfixed, as I watch from a different viewpoint, as he starts to lick at me. His head turns in circles as he runs up one side of my pussy, across my clit which sends a jolt of lust through me and back down the other side, skimming over my perineum sending a thrill all the way up my spine.

  I watch me on the bed, writhing like a wanton slut, as I grip his head and flex my pelvis up, grinding his face into my cunt and scream as I watch and feel an orgasm rip through me. Panting and needy, I watch him...

  ***

  ...stand up, looking down on the alien female. She is so incredibly beautiful to my eyes, and I declare I will never allow anything to come between us or separate us from each other.

  It is strange, this dream in which I am aware I am dreaming. I never dream this vividly, and such dreams I have are usually of battles fought or enemies vanquished. This, however, is so much more. I feel her softness, thrill at her touch and can taste her in my mouth. I have never before thought to lick a female as I have done to her, yet I would be happy if that were all she allowed. For, even though I yearn to bury myself inside that inviting organ, my one desire is to make her happy, to please and serve.

  I can see the desire written on her face, and filled with something which is new to me, a warm, almost happy, pressure in my thorax. I set myself against her. Her back arches as I press forward, feeling the hot slickness envelop me, the delight of seeing her in ecstasy is almost better than the sensations hammering through me from our contact. A small hiss of air comes from her as I penetrate her fully and a low growl issues from my own throat. I am engulfed inside her burning flesh, and as I pause, I can actually feel the pulse of her heartbeat in the muscles which grip me.

  When I retract, she moans, an almost sorrowful sound, and my hearts break with sadness to ever hear something like that come from her. Pressing forward, she squeaks a little yip of delight, letting me know she is happy. I rock into her willing body, her muscles grip me so tightly it is almost more than I am able to bear, and muscles inside of me start to ache pleasantly.

  The feel of her is overwhelming, my chest is tight, my throat constricted as I drive myself madly in and out of her. Her hips come up to meet me every time and the slap which issues from our meeting sends a wave through her body, shaking her belly and breasts. She is squealing a high-pitched sound with every breath, until, abruptly, her whole body goes rigid, and I see her eyes go wide.

  A convulsive wave ripples through her body, and she moans deeply, staring at me with unblinking eyes. Astoundingly, the muscles which have been gripping my member squeeze me even tighter and pull me deeper inside. Already on the verge of exploding, my lower abdomen pulls almost painfully tight, and I bellow out my sweet release inside her. I can feel my body jerk over and over as the swollen pressure inside me is vented, and, eyes closed, I lay on top of her.

  After a few seconds my eyes flicker open and...

  ***

  ...I’m awake again. What the fuck was that? I’ve never had a dream as vivid as that. Plus it feels like I have actually come a few times. It must be something to do with the stress and fright I’ve been through, some kind of defense mechanism the brain’s got to keep you sane under pressure. But...why was it an alien I was with, and why can I recall every second of the fantastic time we had together?

  The room’s changed since I’ve slept. I look around and see Deakins sitting on an oddly sloped platform which might serve as a bed.

  “Morning, sleeping beauty,” he grunts at me. “Nerravin wanted to wake you, but I thought you needed the rest.” I shake my head, not understanding and still confused by the dream. “When these things grew from the floor and the walls...well, it all changed quite fast.”

  “Where is she?” My voice is hoarse, my throat dry from – orgasm – lack of water. Deakins nods to a separate room at the same time as a hatch opens and three bowls are pushed through to my right. Deakins gets there first and sniffs the bowl.

  “Some kind of porridge by the looks of it, but it’s got bits of other stuff in. Might be meat.” He dips his finger in and lifts it to his mouth.

  “Don’t eat that shit, man!” Nerravin shouts from the other doorway. “It might be poisoned, eh, and don’t use the head either. Man, that shit’s fucked up!” I go and take a bowl, suddenly ravenous.

  “What would be the point of poison?” I ask dipping my fingers into the warm mix. “If they wanted us dead, they could have left us on Erenius three.” I brace myself for what this might be as I suck the food from my fingers. My mouth explodes with flavor, and I dip my hand in, bringing the bowl up to my lips and stuffing myself with the sweet, spicy goop. Deakins follows suit when I don’t immediately die, but Nerravin won’t touch it, which means Deakins and I can have half of her bowl each too.

  “Listen up, I want you to keep your eyes and ears open for any chance we got to escape, okay?” Nerravin stares at us. “Anything that can be used as a weapon, man, you give it to me.” I glance at Deakins, who shakes his head at me, rolling his eyes.

  Once we’ve eaten and scraped every last lick from the bowls, I go into the new room to find it sectioned off into cubicles. Some are obviously toilets from the general shape and size while a couple of the others look as if they’re empty. I open one of the doors and step in, squealing when a spray of warm water hits me. My luck must be in, there’s a shower! I make sure the other two can’t see and strip, going back in and standing beneath the water. The warm liquid running over me brings back memories of the dream I had, and I can feel my body heat up from the recollection of it.

  Realizing I haven’t got a towel, I swear and try to open the door to leave but find it locked. Before I can begin to panic, the water stops, and warm air puffs out from every surface, drying me fast.

  Once dressed, I look around, even though the light is dim and we are held in some kind of cell, we have been fed and our sanitary needs have been taken care of. Now all that remains is to see what will happen to us.

  THE END

  Desired By The Alien Boss

  You might think being aboard what is technically a living spacecraft, shooting through the depths of space, and living among a group of aliens, who you don't quite understand, would drive you crazy. I’ll get there.

  After the accident – they said it was an accident, I think we were attacked – on the third moon orbiting Erenius, three other humans and I were the only ones to make it aboard this ship. Now, even though we are allowed to move around a bit more, I still feel like a prisoner. My eyes flicker open to the gloomy interior of the room the three of us share, and
I look around to see if either of the other two have woken yet. Both are snoring softly, like babies in the crib. We are the only survivors from the Erenius Three Research Station. The whole staff was only ten people, but every last one of them perished, friends and enemies alike, except us. I really don’t think that makes us special, maybe lucky, but nothing special. After all, we are the three who were sent to find out what the hell this thing actually was.

  So there was Parry Deakins, a communications engineer and linguistics expert, who is a natural choice to investigate in case there were any linguistic clues, writing, or live aliens (yeah, right!). Sierx Nerravin is supposed to take care of security. You know, shoot stuff and keep us all safe. She doesn't feel all that great right now, for obvious reasons. Then there’s little old me, Hetty Vorgies, exobiologist, and I got chosen to see what this thing was because initial scans indicated there was a biological element inside. If only we'd known!

  I rise and cross the room on silent feet, go into the other room we’ve been assigned and try to clean my teeth as best I can. In desperation, I have to try and use the insane contraption, which serves as a toilet on board the thing, and even though we've been aboard for about four days, I still can't get used to the feeling of having something attach itself to my genitals and gently suck the waste from me, especially as I’m not completely sure which bits of the ship are alive and which aren’t. (I know what you’re thinking. Some exobiologist she is!) Once that little adventure is over, I make my way back into the main room, where I see Deakins woken up.

  “Morning,” I say brightly. “How you doing today?”

  Deakins runs his big hands through his thinning hair and over his face and looks down as if thinking about my question.