Bambi's Alien Abduction (Earth Girl's Guide to Surviving an Alien Abduction Book 1)

by Aubrey Cara

  “It’s not safe.”

  “Have you ever done it?”

  From his silent response, I’m taking that as a yes.

  “We are almost to the sacred ground. Maybe when we return.”

  I throw my arms around Oathar’s neck from behind, giving him a squeeze and a smacking kiss on the side of his face. He makes a gurgled protest, and I loosen my arms.

  “Will you let me drive?” I ask.

  “If I teach you how to maneuver the hildy, it will be in the wide-open desert.”

  “Yeah, nothing there to run into except giant huzzah. That’s cool.”

  Oathar grunts. “I’m sending out hunters. I wasn’t aware their population had grown so large.”

  “Maybe I’m not the only one Umph Kaka blessed.”

  That earns me a chuff. Almost a chuckle. It will have to do because we’re slowing down to land.

  “Hey, Oathar?” I tentatively ask. “You’re still going to send someone to find my friends, right?” It’s something that’s been on my mind through this all, and I hate that I haven’t pushed the subject before now.

  “That is already done,” he says all matter-of-fact.

  Color me surprised. “When?”

  “Yesterday while you were sleeping.”

  I almost don’t want to ask. “Who did you send?”

  “Tqe.”

  “The guy who flew Vhars’s banged up hovercraft back to the village?”

  “My hildy,” he clarifies. “And yes. He space travels as a freight courier and knows where to look.” He glances at me over his shoulder before facing forward. “He is kind. And he finds human females attractive.”

  I was feeling relieved until that last bit, but at least he knows his way around space. “Thank you. It’s obvious you put some thought into sending him.” My eyes get misty. “It means a lot to me.”

  “That is why I did it.”

  The air whooshes out of me. I doubt he even knows how much his words undo me while putting me back together at the same time. It’s amazing how such a simple statement could make all the cracks and crevasses of my heart mend together.

  “We’re here,” he says, slowing down to land.

  Here is a clearing by what appears to be a lake. The glass top of the hovercraft slides back. Instead of the traditional crisp, clean forest scent of Earth, we’re greeted by warm exotic smells of the Gyhan forest. Though different, it’s no less tranquil.

  I take a deep breath as Oathar helps me out. It smells like a botanical garden and looks like it shouldn’t be real. “Where do we go from here?” I ask, scanning the area for some kind of structure.

  “We’re here. This is the elder’s sacred ground.”

  “Huh. There’s no, temple or anything?”

  I gotta admit, I was expecting something a little more Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure-ish with silver tech robes and all the elders sitting on a rounded platform or something.

  The Lake Lehor Wilderness scene is the opposite of that. As are the naked aliens wandering out of the woods and water. Three from the purple forest and one from the crystal waters.

  My eyes skim over the one, obviously Alogorian, and go straight to the two infamous Gyhan. They’re similar to the Alorigorians, but their skin is a shimmery silver. Their flat chests are narrower, and their hips and thighs stout. And major detail difference? They have tails. Big, thick sweeping dinosaur-esque tails.

  I’m trying not to stare, but then my eyes bug when I catch sight of the dude coming out of the water. He’s basically the creature from the B Movie, Creature from the Black Lagoon. He’s got the same ridges as Oathar, but there are slits in his face and fanning off his neck. I assume they’re gills. His hands and feet are also super webbed. And where Oathar’s scales are a rich-honey color, this dude goes from a dark blue-green to a silvery white belly like a bluegill fish. He—that’s if he is a he—also has the peek-a-boo hideaway cock, Ken Doll crotch.

  “Are these them?” I ask out of the side of my mouth.

  Oathar looks at me askance, like who else would they be, then pulls himself up straighter. Okay, I know it was a stupid question, but I’m nervous. He clasps his hands behind his back, his face relaxed but serious, affecting a casually commanding appearance.

  “There is a representative from each race on Lehor,” he says softly.

  “But two Gyhan?”

  “They each represent Gyhania and the breeders of Alogoria and Anagaria.” His tone is short, as if he’s annoyed by my questions.

  “Maybe if you hadn’t been festering about Vhars we would have gone over the who to what for on the trip here.”

  “Yon Tor,” one of the Gyhans calls out as she approaches. Her eyes are alight as her gaze sweeps over my form. “I see why she’s been praised with the likeness of Umph Kaka.”

  “She has no tail,” the Anagarian swamp thing says in a garbled language different from the deep dialect of the Alogorians.

  He lifts the back of my skirt, and I squeal, batting his webbed hands away.

  I’m met by five alien frowns, but they can all shove their disapproval.

  “I apologize. Bombee is a modest creature. As well as spirited.”

  My eyes narrow at him. If they keep talking about me instead of to me, I’m going to show them just how spirited.

  “Is it true she grows three yhar inside her?” The Alogorian elder asks. He is tall and lanky, but not creepy for an old guy. He has a twinkle in his eye that makes me think he’s either the fun one of the group, or a pervert.

  The Alogorians are so sexually repressed, they have to have some weirdos in the bunch.

  “It is true,” Oathar answers.

  For a second I think he’s agreeing with my thought instead of confirming the three babies I’ve got baking.

  The elders don’t exactly smile, but their eyes gleam in a way I’m not sure I trust.

  “She is a blessing,” one of the Gyhan says.

  “I believe she is,” Oathar replies, letting some pride shine through his words. He gives me a look that heats me from my head to my toes. I’ve been too tired and sore the past two days to even think about sexy time, but I’m thinking about it, now.

  “Only time will tell,” the Anagarian says, popping my little heart bubble that was blossoming. “She must carry and deliver the lingbefore we’ll know.” He doesn’t have to speak English—or Alogorian for that matter—for me to hear the skeptical disapproval in his voice.

  Screw him. My alien babies are going to be awesome.

  The naked alien old folks keep circling, touching, and poking at me. This is getting weird really fast. Oathar stands off to the side like this creepy 1970s movie moment is totally normal.

  I’m annoyed he didn’t tell me what to expect. I would have told him I’m super not cool with this. My blood pressure is rising, and I’m ready to freak out.

  Somebody grabs my breast, and I’ve had enough.

  “Stop.” I throw my hands up and move out of their freak circle before I turn to face them. “Yes, I’m human. I get that’s a novelty, but I don’t appreciate being pawed, especially by peeps who haven’t even introduced themselves to me. I’m Bambi, not human or whatever else you may call me. Just Bambi. And as pertaining to being the blessed one?” I level my glare right at Swamp Thing. “Yes, yes I am. I’m a walking, talking, fricking hashtag blessed post on insta. That’s how blessed I am.”

  “Bombee,” Oathar admonishes.

  My gaze jerks to his. “No. I’m not in the mood. These elders may have all the wisdom or whatever, but their bedside manner is shitty.”

  Too late, I realize I should not have said that out loud.

  For a long silent moment, they just stare at me in surprise. Then they turn to Oathar.

  “What is she saying?” One of the Gyhans asks.

  The breath I’d been holding puffs out in relief.

  They don’t have freaking translators. No wonder they weren’t talking to me.

  “She has introduced h
erself. Her name is Bombee. She says thank you for honoring her with the blessings of your presence. And she looks forward to learning the customs and languages of Lehor.

  “Seriously?” I mutter under my breath. Oathar fights a grin, so I know he heard me. Could he make me sound like any more of a kiss ass. Geez.

  At least all their faces but Swamp Thing light with approval. I have a feeling the creature from a deep lagoon is perpetually skeptical. He needs to go back to the rivers and the lakes he’s used to.

  Shit. Involuntary earworm happening. Oathar is saying some other stuff, but I have TLC’s “Waterfalls,” playing in my head.

  “Isn’t that right, Bombee?” Oathar turns to me expectantly.

  Ugh. It’s like he knows I wasn’t paying attention. I smile sweetly, not nodding or shaking my head.

  “Wonderful,” one of the Gyhan twins says. “She’ll stay here with us so she may get properly indoctrinated into being a true citizen of Lehor.”

  “Wait. What now?” My gaze snaps to Oathar. At least he looks as shocked as I feel.

  He steps next to me and slings a proprietary arm around me. “She stays with me...we must keep the yhar fertile.”

  I huff and step out of his hold. “Really? That’s the only reason?”

  “What would you have me tell them?” he asks in a whisper.

  I’m so pissed. “If you don’t know...” I fold my arms over my chest, not looking at him.

  “You will stay here with her,” the Alogorian announces.

  Oathar’s brow line pulls down in a frown. “We may be on the brink of an invasion. I must—”

  The Gyhan twin on the left holds up a hand. “We are on the brink of something that will change our lives and culture, but not an invasion. You will stay.” She smiles serenely after delivering her crazy Yoda prophecies, and folds her hands together casually in front of her. I think she knows how much this edict chafes on Beast Boy.

  It’s kind of interesting seeing Oathar have to take orders for once. His shoulders bunch, and his mouth pulls into a tight line. He’s totally irked.

  “While we’re here, there is something I need to discuss with you all,” Oathar says. “My son Vhars… As you may or may not know, he was in a mah-kun cave-in with my bynt ky’ab yhar. It is why she carries bruises on her flesh.” They all nod, seeming unsurprised, and I think they know more than they let on. “Vhars’s legs were crushed. Beyond repair of a healer… I sent him to Pacbar to be treated by a Zapexian-trained physician.”

  Oathar confessed to me the other day that sending Vhars to a real doctor pretty much screwed his chances of being the future Yon Tor, and my heart hurts for both of them.

  The elders all nod in understanding at Oathar’s solemn admission.

  “It is his path,” Swamp Thing says in his garbled voice.

  “You knew he would not be Yon Tor?” I can hear the quiet anger in Oathar’s voice and take his hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Who said he would not be Yon Tor?” the tall Alogorian asks.“His path to be the leader of Lehor is not here.” He points to the sky. “Your son’s Wisdom Trials lie beyond our moons. You and your human will have a long life. Someday Vhars will return. If all goes as the ancestors designed, he will have all the knowledge and wisdom we could not offer him. Only then will he be the Alogorian Lehor will need.”

  The Anagarian and one of the Gyhan are already walking away, but the Alogorian and other Gyhan linger.

  “The suns are already high,” the Gyhan says. “You should start making a shelter right away. Something tells me, your mate prefers sleeping off the ground.”

  Her inflection on the word mate is not lost on me. I’ve never been called anything other than bent cabbage yhar, human, or female. From the dumbfounded expression on Oathar’s face it isn’t lost on him either.

  “You know that also?” Oathar asks her.

  “Of course. And I think the ancestors chose well. She belongs with you…for reasons other than fertilizing yhar.” She holds clear censure in her voice for the last part.

  I swear, if Alogorians blushed, Oathar would be scarlet right now. He was totally chastised. I think I may enjoy hanging with the elders for a while.

  After they leave the clearing, Oathar takes my hand and leads me to the forest. The dark-pink-and-purple moss and grass is soft underfoot.

  Nature hikes are nice and all, but...”Hey, so what exactly is happening?”

  “We are going to build a shelter in a secluded spot so others are not disturbed by your mating grunts when I rut you tonight.”

  A flush spreads up my body at his heated words, part indignation. “I don’t grunt.”

  “You do, and it makes my root swell just thinking of your sounds of pleasure.”

  I gaze down and, sure enough, his engorged cock presses against the front of his pants. It’s distracting. “I didn’t mean…that is to say.” I’m flustered and momentarily forget what I was asking him. “Why are we staying here?”

  “So you can learn the language and customs. I told them I want you to become a true citizen of Lehor.”

  “You mean that?”

  He stops and cups my face. His eyes have gone soft with affection, and it makes my insides all squirmy in a good way. “You are my life, Bombee. I want you with me always.” He strokes a thumb down my cheek, and I fight letting the tears clouding my vision fall. My heart has never been so full. “Will you stay with me, my little warrior? Will you share my life with me and be my mate?”

  I nod, those pesky tears spilling down my cheeks. “Yes.” I may be partially insane, but I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life. “I want to be your mate.”

  He sweeps me up in his arms, and his mouth slams down on mine in a kiss that can only be described as claiming. He palms my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my core against him. I forget we’re in the forest as he lowers me to the ground. Nothing exists but him and me when he pushes my skirt up and tests my readiness.

  “You’re so wet,” he says against my mouth. “Do you need me, Bombee?”

  My hands fumble with his pants, and he helps me slide them down over his butt.

  “Always.” I gasp as he pushes in, stretching and filling me.

  “My bynt ky’ab yhar. My mate. You are the keeper of my spirit in this life and the next.” His kiss consumes me and steals my breath, just as his words have taken a part of my soul. He holds me in place as he seats himself deep and starts up a bump and grind that pushes against my clit with every swerve of his hips.

  The forest is filled with our “mating grunts,” and maybe I’ll be embarrassed about that later, but, right now, he and I are the only ones who exist.

  My body shudders as I contract on his length, and Oathar watches me. He watches me cry out and climax beneath him as his vines wrap around my body, anchoring me to him.

  His cock starts vibrating, and he buries his face in my neck, shouting his orgasm as I cling to him. My body shakes as he gently trails his lips over my neck and face.

  His vines retract but my heart is still racing, my body a languid puddle in his arms.

  “It’s a good thing you’re keeping me,” gazing up at him.

  “Mmm, why is this?”

  “Your cataclysm cock has ruined me for all other men.”

  A growl rattles low in his chest. His eyes are fiery with passion when he looks down at me. “Let me help you never forget. You were created for me.” His cock grows large and thick inside me once again. He pulls back and thrusts home. His rhythm this time is much more demanding. I arch and scream underneath him.

  Oathar’s evil chuckle turns into a groan as I clench my internal muscles on him. He takes me, there on the forest floor with savage intent, my alien abductor.

  “Say you are my mate. Now and always,” he demands.

  I’m gasping for breath, my body wrung out from coming so hard, and his egg launcher is vibing again. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”

  He throws his head back and
roars, the cold splash of his spunk filling me. He collapses on me for a second before rolling to his back with me in his arms. I sprawl over him.

  “I love you, Oathar.” I rest my chin on his chest and gaze down at him. I know they don’t have the L word in their vocabulary, but I want to tell him in my words how I feel.

  He stares at me intently with his golden eyes and tangles his fingers in my hair. “Every beat of my heart is for you, Bombee. Never doubt that.”

  Like most girls, I always wondered what it would be like when a guy finally proposed to me. I pictured the entire scenario in my head. What he’d look like. Where he’d take me. What his voice would sound like as he asked me to be his wife, and how his eyes would shine as he looked up at me from bended knee with a blue Tiffany’s box popped open to display the bling.

  Here in this purple forest, on a planet in a galaxy far, far away, lying on top of an alien who has his tentacles wrapped around my ass, is better than any scenario I could have ever dreamt up.

  And his look of love and adoration as he gazes up at me is more than I ever could have imagined.

  EPILOGUE

  Three Earth Months Later

  OATHAR

  My mate’s giggles fill the forests, and my spirit is guided to her as if led by the stars. I’ve been traveling back and forth from the main village in Alogoria to Gyhania to oversee the integration. Bombee suggested we need to mix the races of Lehor again, and possibly attract other species to our planet. Compatible breeding species that could help us rebuild our population.

  She also thinks we could become a tech-free hunting destination of some kind. My Bombee has many ideas.

  I fill my lungs with the heady scent of earth and plants, so different from the desert, as I follow the sound of Bombee’s laughter. As soon as I enter the clearing by the water, I spot her. The familiar warmth of having her near fills me. She and Jyhr stand together with their backs to me. They’re both too focused on something in front of them to notice I’ve arrived. Bombee laughs again, and Jhyr’s shoulders shake with mirth.