A Very Alien Christmas

by Skye MacKinnon

  “Ho, ho, what the fuck?”

  Santa’s voice is deep and delicious, the kind of voice that makes shivers run down your back and makes your nipples harden with excitement. I look down and yes, all four of my nipples are erect, pushing against the fabric of my skimpy garment.

  I look at A-Ven and see it’s affected her the same way. The probing can’t begin soon enough. I’ve heard stories from other IGU students that probing can develop into outright sex if done correctly. In our previous abductions, we never had such luck, but our abductees were never as hot as this one, either.

  “You have been abducted,” I repeat. “You are on our spaceship and we have left your solar system. We have implanted you with a translation chip which is why you’re able to understand us.”

  “How are you feeling?” my sister asks.

  “Ho, ho, cold. It’s freezing in here.”

  “We can increase the temperature a little,” I offer and command the ship to do so. “We assumed you’d like it cold, living where you do.”

  “Ho, ho, I would be warmer if you gave me back my coat. Why did you undress me?”

  He’s taking this surprisingly well. He’s not even tried to get off the bed, let alone escape from the room. By now, all our previous abductees were crying and shouting, but not this one. He’s oozing confidence and calm.

  “We prepared you for the probing,” A-Ven explains. “We’re going to take off the rest of your clothes before we proceed, but we didn’t want you to wake up completely naked. It’s not recommended.”

  “Ho, ho, recommended?”

  “We’re students at the Intergalactic University,” I say proudly. “You’re part of our final assignment before we graduate from a course in Alien Abduction. But don’t worry, we’ve done this before. You’re in safe hands. We’re not amateurs.”

  “Ho, ho, I’m glad about that,” he replies drily. Good, he’s got a sense of humour. “Ho, ho, ho, I assume you want presents from me. Got to say, I’ve never brought something to aliens, but I always wondered if you were out there. Serving just the one planet gets boring over time. Maybe I should expand my business.” He grins. “This could be the start of a wonderful partnership. My reindeer don’t fly into space, believe me, I’ve tried. By the way, where are my loyal beasts?”

  I exchange a look with my sister. He’s taking this almost too well. Business? Serving? Presents? I have so many questions, but it’s supposed to be us answering his questions, not the other way round. Interrogation comes after the probing, not before.

  “They’re still at your house,” A-Ven replies. “We saw no need to take them with us.”

  To my surprise, Santa laughs. “Ho, ho, no need? You’ll find out soon enough. Now, what was that about probing?”

  “Do you consent to being probed?” A-Ven asks. “This is purely for scientific purposes. We’ll add all information we gather to the IGU’s planetary database which will help with researching your species.”

  “Ho, ho, you’ll soon realise that I’m not like other humans. But go ahead, probe away. Do you need me to strip?”

  “Yes, that would be helpful. But we can also disintegrate your undergarments to make it quicker.”

  Santa shrugs. “Ho, ho, go ahead, I’d love to see your alien technology. I’m a bit of an old-fashioned guy myself, still relying on my reindeer, and my sleigh hasn’t been upgraded in two centuries, but I do love watching Star Trek.”

  I’ve come across that fictional vid show while researching Peritus culture. Most of it is complete bollocks, but for a species that’s barely taken the first steps towards spaceflight, it’s not too bad. It was actually quite entertaining, albeit for other reasons than intended.

  “I have watched that,” I say, eager to make him feel at ease. This will give us bonus points for our assignment. “You’ll find our probing to be a lot less painful than what I’ve seen in those vids.”

  “Ho, ho, that’s reassuring. Probe away. This is the most fun I’ve had in years.” He grins at us and points at his crotch. “Let’s see your disintegration technology.”

  I’m starting to feel a little confused by how he’s reacting to the abduction. This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced or read about in textbooks. Still, I should be grateful. This will make passing our assignment a whole lot easier.

  I take a laser tool from the trolley and aim it at his underpants, setting the device to fibre disintegration. With a bright zap, the fabric disappears, giving us a view of his assets. I can’t help but suck in a breath. He’s massive. And his sack is indeed impressive, much larger than average, if the books about humans didn’t lie.

  Santa seems to enjoy our appreciative silence. “Ho, ho, ho, I bet you haven’t seen a cock like this before. I’m your Christmas gift, ladies, already delivered and unwrapped. Do you want to jingle my bells?”

  A-Ven takes out a measuring tape. She could do it electronically with a simple press of a button, but I know she’s relishing the excuse to touch him.

  “First, I’m going to take your measurements,” she announces. “A-Vay, could you prepare the anal probe while I’m doing this?”

  I’d much rather like to watch, but I do as she asked and get the probe ready in record speed, just in time to see her measuring the length of his cock. Her eyes widen.

  “This is the length of a fully-grown Ankanis. How is this possible? Humans are smaller than us, even though you’re one of the taller ones.”

  “Ho, ho, I told you I’m special. But I shall let you into a secret: I’m able to give myself a present once every ten years. And this was one of them. My perfect abs were another. And no matter how much gingerbread and stollen I eat, I don’t lose my sixpack.”

  “Explain the thing about presents and gifts to me, please,” I ask. “We read something about that in our research, but it never quite made sense. How can you travel around the world delivering gifts all in one night? It’s not physically possible.”

  “Ho, ho, ho, that’s a trade secret. Let’s just say that time and space are relative. Space on Earth, I mean. This space, the universe, now that’s an entirely different beast. I hope we can come to an agreement and go into business together. But first, let’s do that anal probing. It sounds exciting.”

  I exchange another look with A-Ven. She’s just as confused as I am.

  “Turn around and lie on your front,” I tell him. “I’ve warmed the probe so it shouldn’t feel too invasive.”

  “Ho, ho, I love a bit of an invasion. I met this Viking lady once, many years ago, and – aaaaahhhhhhhh that feels good.”

  A-Ven has started inserting the probe while he was talking. His arse is perfectly formed, just like the rest of him. I wonder if this was one of his wishes, too. The shape of it lends itself to be squeezed and I can’t wait to try what it feels like. For now, I stand back and simply watch as my sister slowly pushes the probe deep into his arse while Santa groans in contentment.

  “Ho, ho, ho, that makes me hard like a candy cane. If you aren’t careful I’ll have to jingle my bells myself.”

  “No, I’ll do that for you,” I say hurriedly, earning myself a stern glance from my sister. “Can you turn on your side?”

  Santa grins at me and licks his lips. Maybe I should taste him first. That could be seen as part of the probing, right? Kissing him to check if he tastes as good as he looks. Maybe he’ll have the same sweet yet spicy scent as his house.

  He does as I asked, rolling onto his side so that his back is towards A-Ven. His cock has grown even more in size, now bigger than that of an Ankanis. This will be a tight fit. Perfect. Moisture is collecting between my legs and I feel the first trickle of mating fluid running down my leg. My nipples are so hard that it’s almost painful.

  I reach out and gently wrap my hand around his cock. His skin is silky but beneath it, he’s hard as a tree trunk. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the wetness between them. I don't think I'm going to last through the entire probing process, not with his cock in sight. I sl
ide my fingers up and down his length, feeling every thick vein beneath the surface.

  Santa groans, but it could be from the anal probing. A-Ven has a dreamy look on her face as she takes measurements and moves the probe in and out. It's almost as if she's fucking him with it. I increase my pace and add my second hand, stroking him fast.

  It's nothing like stroking an Ankani cock. He's harder, stronger, and I bet he will feel amazing once he's inside me. There's no if. Just when.

  "Ho, ho, take it slow," Santa groans. "I've not done this in a long time. I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

  A-Ven looks at me with the same incredulous expression I'm sure is displaying on my face. "I doubt you could disappoint us," I tell him, my voice hoarse with desire. I want him so much it hurts. Mating fluid is coating my thighs, showing that I'm ready for him. I don't know if humans have the same tell-tale signs of when a female is eager to mate, but if he doesn't get the message, I will have to spell it out for him. There's no way I'm leaving this room without an orgasm.

  I continue stroking him with one hand and cup his sack with my other.

  "Ho, ho yes, jingle my bells, baby," the male breathes, his hands grasping the edges of the bed as if he needs something to hold on to. I grin. He's in for the ride of his life.

  His sack - if that's really the term humans use - is large and full. Bells, he called the two balls inside. I move them around with my fingers, eliciting noises from Santa that drive me even crazier. I need him. I want him to grunt like that while he's inside me, while I'm clenching around him.

  "Can I lick your sack?" my sister suddenly asks.

  "Ho, ho, ho, most definitely. Don't stop the probing, though, my little green elf."

  I want to ask what an elf is, but that's when he reaches out and touches my hip. "Ho, ho, do you need to wear clothes for the probing? I'd love to see what you're hiding beneath those rags."

  Did he just call my ceremonial outfit 'rags'? I should punish him for that, but in this moment, I don't care. I almost rip off my clothes, exposing my full breasts.

  "Ho, ho, ho, ho," Santa gasps. "Four breasts? Christmas has come early!"

  I know human females only have two, which seems not quite enough when you consider rearing a brood. Maybe they have less offspring here. Once I have babies, at least three or four at a time, I wouldn't want to be stuck with only two breasts to feed them from.

  I step closer until he can touch me. He gingerly reaches out for me, touching one nipple, then the next. It's as if he's asking for permission with every small touch. I bend down to give him full access. He's still on his side and it would make it easier if he were on his back, but A-Ven still has the probe inside of him and is fucking him with hard, furious strokes. Every time she pushes in, Santa's cock jerks. I'm amazed he's not come yet with her pleasuring him with the probe and me stroking him. Although I kind of forgot about the stroking and only held him while he was inspecting my nipples. I start running my hand up and down again before an idea strikes me. I reach down and coat my fingers with my mating fluid before touching his cock again.

  Santa roars when the green liquid comes into contact with his skin.

  "Have I hurt you?" I ask, jumping back in shock. I'm already reaching for a cloth to wipe off the fluid when he laughs.

  "Ho, ho, no, not in the slightest. I've never felt anything like it. It's like you've wrapped my cock in tinsel. So many sensations. So good. Do it again, little elf."

  I add more mating fluid to my hand and gently wrap it around his cock. Santa groans deeply and sucks in a breath.

  "Ho, ho, ho, I'm close. Are you ready for your presents?"

  Lesson 4: Becoming familiar with your abductee

  A-Ven

  Santa massages my sister's breasts and that's when I decide that I'm going to be the first to ride him. I'm not letting her have all the fun. Granted, probing him has made me so wet that mating fluid has run down to my ankles, but now I need to be touched.

  I slowly pull out the probe - it switched itself off ages ago after measuring the same values ten times - and let it drop to the floor. I strip off as fast as I can, then nudge Santa by the hip to lie on his back. He turns to look at me and I relish when his eyes widen at the sight. Technically, my sister and I are identical, but I still think I'm the prettier one. I'm slightly more voluptuous and my curves are softer.

  "Ho, ho, hot," our male mutters. "I wonder what you taste like."

  I don't answer. Instead, I swing a leg over the bed so my wet pussy is above his face. A drop of mating fluid falls right onto Santa's lips, barely missing his beard. He licks it and his eyes widen, his pupils dilating. Without a word, he grabs my thighs and pulls me down. The tip of his tongue slides along my opening, licking up the mating fluid.

  He sighs in delight. "Ho, ho, ho, you taste like hot, spicy mulled wine. I could drink you up in one go."

  And then he pushes his tongue into me and my world explodes into stars. No male has ever done that to me before. I've missed out. Terribly. I moan as he flicks his tongue against my pleasure bud, swirling around it, then invading me once again. My thighs quiver, my pussy clenches at the sensation. It's so intense, almost better than having his cock inside me. His beard rubs against my skin, but it’s soft and not scratchy at all, only adding to the wonderful feeling.

  While he's drinking my mulled wine, whatever that is, he's still massaging my sister's breasts, pulling on her nipples before gently cupping her mounds with his large hands. I copy him, doing the same to myself while imagining that it's his hands on my skin. Not that I'd want to swap places with her. His tongue is showing me pleasures that I didn't know existed in this universe. I'm swaying slightly, desperate for something to hold on to.

  "Ho, ho, ho, you better get ready, my tree is about to shed its snow," Santa announces, breathing hard. "Who of you is going to ride my sleigh?"

  I look at A-Vay. I know we both want to be the first and I also know that neither of us is going to back down. I show her my thumb and she nods. We're going to play for the honour of receiving Santa's present. She raises her thumb too and we both count to three under our breath. As one, we throw our nail dart at each other. Mine hits her a moment before hers hits my cheek. I swipe it off, glad neither of us is poisonous. The darts beneath our thumbnails are a quirky leftover of evolution. They'll need a day to regenerate, but it's great for quick sister battles. We've done this ever since we were younglings.

  Santa never saw our little exchange; his face is still buried between my legs. His tongue is working miracles and I'm very aware that I won't last much longer. Luckily, I won and I have the right to kunik with him first. With no small amount of regret, I leave my position above his head and kneel on the bed, straddling him. His cock points up straight, aiming at my opening. I'm so wet that when I lower myself onto him, he slides in with no resistance. He's large, stretching my inner walls, but it doesn't hurt. On the contrary, it feels simply amazing.

  Once he’s fully inside, I slowly circle my hips, getting used to the feeling of him, enjoying the blissful feeling of being filled to the brink. Santa groans and grabs my hips, nudging me to fuck him properly. I comply, guided by his grip, moving up and down his hard shaft. I close my eyes and arch my back, my entire being focused on where I merge with my male. We’re one and when we reach the final cliff, we come as one. His hot seed fills me as I cry out with pleasure, my inner muscles contracting around him, milking him, extracting every last drop. He’s given me my present, just like he said, and it’s wonderful.

  The bed isn’t wide enough for me to lie next to him like I’d want to, so I move to a chair, still floating in that dreamy state of bliss. I watch as A-Vay takes my place, taking Santa on a wild ride, her breasts jumping up and down, her moans mixing with his breathy groans.

  He shows no signs of needing a break. He fucks her as passionately as he did with me, grinding his hips against hers, pushing his cock deep inside. It’s such a turn on watching them together. Without thinking, I touch myself, push
ing a finger inside of me, refreshing the echo of Santa’s cock that I can still feel in my dripping pussy.

  A-Vay and Santa seem close to their climax, and so am I, quivering on the edge, just about holding on, but I wait until they come with wild shouts of ecstasy before I allow myself to come, squirming on my chair, almost unbearably happy that we abducted this male.

  Lesson 5: Dealing with stowaways

  A-Vay

  Santa follows me to the cargo bay. He’s put on clothes again, lots of them, complaining that our ship is too cold. He’s suggested that we could increase the temperature and that my sister and I could walk around naked to make up for it. I’m tempted. After the ride I just had, any opportunity to tempt our male is appreciated. There’s no way I’m going to bed tonight without another mating.

  We got an alert of life signs suddenly appearing in the cargo bay just when we’d recovered from our passionate kunik. Bad timing, but it could have been worse.

  As soon as the door to the cargo bay opens, a musky scent hits my nose. I squeeze my nostrils shut, blocking out the smell. Inside the otherwise empty room stand four reindeer, all of them staring at us from large, brown eyes. They’re the same beasts as back on Peritus, although while there they matched the cold, snowy landscape, here they stand out so much that I can’t help but laugh. Animals on my ship. We’ve never had that before. A-Ven and I occasionally transport animal products like eggs and wool, but we’ve always refused to have live animals on board. They make a mess, stink and someone needs to clean up their poo.

  Santa approaches his reindeer and they immediately crowd him from all sides, nuzzling him with their steaming muzzles while making strange honking sounds.

  “Ho, ho, ho, there you are. I knew you’d follow me,” Santa cheers and strokes the beasts.

  I stay close to the door, not quite comfortable being near those formidable animals. I may be taller than them, but their antlers look ferocious. They could easily skewer me.