Nanny to the Shifter

by Leela Ash

  The party was already in full swing and you could both feel as well as hear the pumping of the music in the distance as we approached. I noticed a bunch of guys hauling in what must have been half a dozen kegs at a side door. There were jocks and brains and even a few nerds, all mixed up screaming and yelling and basically just having a lot of fun. Everyone was just blowing off steam after midterms. Despite my earlier misgivings, I started to look forward to letting it all hang out myself. I was a bit more relaxed than usual, but still maybe a little nervous. I vacillated between feeling embarrassed and empowered in the slinky dress. Sometimes I wished I could just get out of my own skin and try on somebody else’s, like Jennifer’s, for a while. Maybe then I might have a chance at some semblance of a love life, I thought.

  “I’m telling you, you’re going to knock Brian’s socks off. There won’t be a woman in that room that’s going to hold a candle to you. Kiley, you may not know this, but you are quite the dish. You have always been hot…but in that dress, forget it. He won’t stand a chance. You have the kind of body that any man would want to be with - and that any woman would be jealous of. I’m not one of them, so don’t get any ideas, but I know there are a lot of women that have expressed interest in you as well. And I don’t mean as a friend. I don’t think I have to spell it out for you.” I don’t care what she was saying, it sure sounded like she was hitting on me. I really didn’t know what to believe from her. I had no idea if it was true that women found me attractive or if I was indeed being coveted by some of the lipstick lesbians on campus. I guess that was possible. Maybe someday I would give that a whirl I thought. That was an idea I could at least entertain. I couldn’t even come close to imagining being with the “butch” types though. I think that’s what they called them, anyway.

  “I think we both know that I only have eyes for Brian – and for boys in general, for that matter.” He was what most people would consider a jock. He was in awesome shape, was on the football team, and didn’t mind showing off his muscles to anybody that wanted to look. He wasn’t a jerk about it though. He was understandably proud of his body. I just happened to be one of those that wanted to look at it as well. I made a conscious effort to be at every one of his games and I’m not sure, but I think that I was probably the loudest one in the stands. “I just hope that I didn’t put on this tight black dress for nothing.”

  From my first drink, the rest of the night was a complete blur. There was liquor flowing and Brian was doting on me every second. He was plying me with liquor and even though I was hesitant to drink, I found myself getting a little inebriated. I liked the feeling of being carefree, as well as cared for, and I found myself making out with him in his bedrooms upstairs.

  We were both pretty drunk, so it wasn’t long before he had his hand down my dress. I was rubbing his chest too. In that moment I really felt like I was the only woman in the world for him. Drinks or no drinks, that feeling was pretty intoxicating in and of itself.

  His mouth touched my lips and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I grabbed onto him with my teeth and I bit down on his tongue in a way that I had never done before. He gasped with surprise, but didn’t try to stop me. I twisted him around, so that I was straddling him. Man, but I hadn’t realized how ready to go I actually was. I undid the buttons on his shirt, kissing his chest. Then I made my way down to his belt. I was practically feverish. I pulled it hard with my teeth and drew it through the belt loops, until it was hanging from my mouth. I tossed it into the corner playfully with a toss of my head and then went after his zipper. I could feel his prominent member bulging under his jeans.

  “Kiley, I have been thinking about this for a very long time. You have no idea how often I have wondered what it would be like to be with you. This might sound corny, but your beauty is so natural. So many of the cheerleader types are just so plastic and fake.” I had no idea if this was some sort of line, but his words were definitely having the desired effect on me.

  He then lifted his hips pulling his pants down to his knees. I pulled them off the rest of the way. Then he moved his underwear down over those inches, until I was seeing it in all its naked glory. The sight of his naked staff sent juices pouring into my sex. My mouth salivated at the very thought of tasting him.

  “Brian, I’ve been thinking about you too…obviously and I don’t mind saying that it hasn’t been in a platonic way either, if you haven’t noticed. I’ve often wondered what you were hiding underneath these tight jeans and I guess that now I have my answer.” I was awestruck. As I touched him it felt hot to my fingertips. “I still can’t believe that I’m here with you and that you really want to be with me.” I reached my tongue out and licked up the side of his shaft. A little drop of clear fluid appeared at the head and I licked it off as I gave his head a little suck. I guess it was my own juices flowing and being so turned on, but it even tasted good. It was like a drug all in and of itself.

  I opened my mouth wide and tried to force feed myself the wide head. It took some effort, but my jaw was finally able to accommodate such a girth. He was on his elbows looking at me the entire time and licking his lips in anticipation as my mouth descended on him. I was now raising my dress so he could see the dainty blue panties underneath. They weren’t mine either. They were another loan from Jennifer of course.

  “Kiley, I’ve never felt a pair of lips like yours before. You’re so fucking hot. This might sound weird but I almost feel like I’m not worthy to be in your presence. Your body is like a gift from God and he sure broke the mold when he made you.” Another woman might have found all this to be more than a little cheesy, but to a loved starved girl like me he was a real charmer. You have to remember he was a jock too, so maybe not the sharpest tool in the shed – no pun intended. As far as I was concerned though, and for my purposes that night, he knew how to talk the talk and had the added bonus of possessing a body that seemed to be sculpted out of granite.

  My head began to bob up and down on him, as my hands cradled his family jewels and gave them the necessary attention I imagined they were looking for. I had my finger on my clit and was rubbing it around in a circle, while at the same time my mouth consumed his most sensitive part. His balls were getting tight and I was waiting for the inevitable spurt of hot cum into my mouth, when all of a sudden the entire room seemed to vibrate with a high intensity sound of some impossibly high frequency.

  At first I thought that it was us making the room rock with our love. But then I realized no orgasm was that intense. A bright all-encompassing light set the room ablaze as well before my head began to swim. The room began to spin and then everything went black for me. That was my last memory on Earth that night.

  Chapter two

  I awoke with a start, still wearing the black dress, but looking around and seeing that I was no longer in the bedroom and there was no sign of Brian. Everything was stark white except for the metal table I was on, which gleamed brightly in the light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. The entire room almost glowed with the harsh illumination.

  My head was hurting and the last thing I remembered was sucking Brian. To be more specific, the last thing I remembered I was anticipating getting a hot load of cum in my mouth. Most girls aren’t as into that as I was. To be honest I just knew Brian would have loved it…and I wanted him to want me bad. Anyhow that was all gone now. Whatever explosion had occurred, it was a lot more profound than someone blowing their load. I had no idea what was going on. The only thing I could imagine was that I had been drugged. But even that didn’t make sense. I mean, I wasn’t sure why he would do that. It’s not like I wasn’t giving him what he must have been after already. And he had seemed like such a nice guy. Still, I reached down, fully expecting to feel something sticky on my mound, but there was nothing but my smooth shaven naked pussy. There was absolutely nothing indicate that we had had sex. My lips weren’t swollen and I was clean as a whistle. I felt none of the tell-tale physical signs of having had sex either. Despit
e my confusion as to my new surroundings, I still registered some regret at the interruption in the evening. It had been so long time since I had gotten laid, after all. And I had been so close, I lamented, half joking with myself. I often joked, even with myself, when I was nervous. And I was feeling a little uneasy to say the least.

  “She’s awake.” It was as if the voice was all around me. There was no discernible way to know where it was coming from.

  “I think that you should go in and introduce yourself,” came a second voice.

  I sat up, and then stood on shaky legs, my head still buzzing from the effects of whatever happened. I wanted to know where I was. Then, abruptly, the lights came down to a normal level so that I could see I was in a largish room that had some sort of what looked like medical equipment spaced along the walls. A man with blond hair and blue eyes walked into the room and just stood there with his arms crossed, seemingly assessing me. He was wearing an ordinary white pair of pants and a white pullover shirt. He looked like an attendant from a sanitarium and I thought for sure that I was now institutionalized. I must have had a psychotic break or something. So many random thoughts were running through my mind as I tried to make sense of the situation.

  “Kiley, we were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up. I have to say that it is an honor to meet you. On a more personal level, I will say it is nice to meet you as well. I’m sure that you have a lot of questions. Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is…well, I’m not sure if you could really pronounce my name in your native tongue. So why don’t you just call me Nathan.” Just looking at him, I immediately began to envision him on a surfboard. I could see him perched on it out in the ocean, waiting for that next big wave. The fact that he looked like a surfer type with a really bohemian kinda feel juxtaposed with this stark white room only further confused me. If I was in a nut house then this was the most laid back free spirited attendant I had ever heard off. I thought they were supposed to be big, ugly, and mean.

  “What the hell happened and where the hell am I?” Those were the two questions that were foremost in my mind, and I voiced them. The other thing that kind of took me by surprise was that I was instantly attracted to my surfer orderly, or whoever he was. Even with all the confusion and alarm I was feeling, that attraction was still very apparent. It was oddly apparent actually. I’d never felt such an animal attraction with anybody, and that included Brian. I thought that I had felt attraction to Brian, but now standing in front of Nathan, I knew what real desire was. This was like an all-out explosion between my legs. It was bizarre. I could feel my clit throbbing with the need to touch him.

  “It took us a long time to find you Kiley. We had already scanned and selected you days before but waited for the right opportunity to transport you here. Your DNA is perfectly suited for our needs. We have been searching for a specimen like you for quite a while. I’m not even sure if you understand, but you are not in California anymore. We have brought you here, essentially through a beam of light. This may come as something of a surprise, but you are no longer on your world. You are now on ours.” By this point I was pretty sure that I was being punked in one of the most elaborate ruses I had ever heard of. There had to be cameras in here somewhere,” I imagined, as I looked around.

  I figured I’d play along. “Let’s say that I were to believe you. Why would you pick me of all people? I mean what could I possibly do for you? I’m not anything special. And as far DNA, I’m not stupid, but, without throwing myself under the bus, I’m no genius either. And if have something more kinky in mind, I’m certainly no Pamela Anderson or Carmen Electra.” I don’t know why those names came to mind, but I guess it came from watching a little too many Baywatch reruns.

  “I know that this is hard to understand but there are very few human women that have what we need. It’s all about DNA as you seem to comprehend. But it is not just about brains or body. We are looking for the right internal chemistry and genetic markers which will allow us to utilize your female genetic code to essentially begin the repopulation of our world. In layman’s terms, you were the right woman at the right time with the right requirements.” If I was following him, he was basically saying that I was a fertile young woman that could take on the potent seed of the men on this world. Wasn’t there some movie called “Mars Needs Woman”? Was I actually buying any of this? He was saying it in a nicer way, but basically that seemed to be the gist of it. If this was a joke it had gone far enough. I couldn’t wrap my head around any of this and I needed a little bit of space. This whole room was claustrophobic and it made me feel like the walls were going to close in on me. I began to contemplate that this could really be happening. Either way, in that moment I felt I had to get out of that room.

  I dashed past him through the open doorway. As I ran through it registered somewhere in my brain that nothing looked right. Everything just seemed a little off. Once outside the room I ran down a short hallway until I took the only door available. It let out onto a weird metal platform overlooking a city that didn’t look like anything I had ever seen before. So much for the idea that this was a joke, I thought. Skyscrapers with domes and impossible arches filled my vision, as a seemingly endless array of flying balls and multicolored orbs streamed through the air like so many crazy staircases in an M.C. Escher drawing. “I know that this must be scary for you, Kiley, but the sooner that you understand, the sooner you will be able to adjust to your new role.” The voice came over my shoulder. I didn’t like the sound of that. Not at all. The way he was saying it made it sound so clinical and impersonal. “We just need a small sample of your blood and to extract one of your eggs for cloning. It’s a very painless procedure and then we will be able to pair our seed with that egg over and over again.” I was, of course, in total shock and my mind was completely overwhelmed by what I was both hearing and seeing. “There will be no experimentation and you’ll be treated like a queen. Of course, there is also the fact that you are never going to see your world again. That is something that you’re just going to have to get used to.” Well, that was news to me. We’ll just see about that, I thought. I was still entertaining the possibility that I was nuts, of course. Crazy or not, my glands were still pumping out crazy levels of some powerful hormones. But instead of oxytocin or whatever, they were pushing out something that should have been named “I-want-to-fuck-everyone-right-now-tosin”. I saw more hot men further down at the platform. They looked just as delicious to me as Nathan had.

  “I don’t mean to be blunt, but are you sure that there aren’t plenty of women on your own world that would gladly take your seed?” He got this faraway look in his eyes and let out a sigh of exasperation mixed with sadness as he put his hands on the railing.

  It looked like I had touched a nerve. I certainly didn’t mean to pick at what seemed to be a sore point, but I thought I had a point. I mean, they were hot. Whatever, I thought, why did I care? I just needed to know what the hell was going on and how I was going to get back home.

  “We don’t have any women. They all died from an epidemic which hit our people years ago. It only affected our females. They were wiped out. The last of those who survived just succumbed. The disease destroyed them at the genetic level. Only a few of our own woman could even provide us with usable genes. We need a fresh infusion of genes. As we have said, we have searched the galaxy for a suitable match. You’d think that it would be easy, but our chemistry is not compatible with a normal egg. We had to look for just the right match. Your planet was seeded long ago by a mix of races from across the galaxy, and actually universe. Some of those who seeded your world are common ancestors of our own forefathers. As a result we knew, statistically speaking, that there would be some on your world with whom we would find compatibility for these purposes. You may look like everyone else in your race, but you are one in a billion, I assure you.” After that bit of information, he went on to tell me that their way of procreation resembled more a science project than what we would call love mak
ing. In fact it all took place in a laboratory. Looking at him again, I thought, what a shame.

  “I would think that the best way to make babies would be to just do it the old fashioned way. It would be easier and a whole lot more fun, I can assure you, “ I said, emphasizing the last syllables. He looked at me like I was talking in tongues and so I figured there must be a part of this equation I was missing.

  “Kiley, I’m sorry, but you’ve got me at a loss. This is the way it has always been with my people. What exactly are you suggesting?” It was becoming apparent that I was going to have to teach him about the birds and the bees unless I wanted them sticking a bunch of needles and metal tubes into me instead. They obviously had the equipment, I could see by the bulge in his orderly pants. “Each generation is given a certain amount of eggs from a female donor and then those eggs are transplanted into what we call a Laken. They’re watched closely for any kind of imperfections and then, assuming they are viable and healthy, those babies grow up under strict supervision. We are also able to accelerate the process in times of need. In our current situation we hope to produce a new generation of females within a few years, as you know them.” I soon learned that a Laken was a cylinder filled with the necessary fluids their offspring would need to develop. It was essentially a woman’s womb, but entirely man made. I guess they could mass produce babies in that way with no females around to do it for them, but I still thought you should at least know how to do it the old fashioned way. It did occur to me that one woman could only make one baby at a time, but still I thought it worth explaining to them. Maybe I could convince them to bring it back into fashion once they had women back amongst them.