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First Contact

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In Orbit Around Scapus B-c

My ship has been orbiting the planet for nearly a month as Sven and I conduct a variety of electronic and drone surveys in preparation for my going down to the surface. This planet is the rare truly Earth-like world: nearly identical in mass, type of atmosphere, amount of water on the surface, mean temperatures, magnetic field intensity, seismic activity, the cycle of seasons and so on. It even has an over-sized moon like Earth does. Though officially designated Scapus B-c (the letter “c” for indicating its position as the third planet out from its sun, the star Scapus B) I prefer to give it a slightly naughty nickname: “Pus-c.”

Pus-c is, as expected, full of life. Drone images show herds of strange animals and the predators that hunt them. Enormous creatures, far larger than Earth’s mightiest blue whales, swim in the oceans and the skies are filled with all sorts of flying things. Soil samples returned by drones show an amazing variety of microscopic life with biochemistries remarkably similar to what is found on earth. Yes! This planet is alive! Wonderfully, luxuriantly so! It will surely be colonized, as long as there are no signs of intelligent life. As of yet there aren’t any, though it will take me—and maybe both of my androids—time on the surface to determine that. But I’m not betting that we’ll find anything intelligent. Humanity has yet to find any signs of intelligent life anywhere in the universe. No electronic emissions or physical evidence of any sort. Plenty of examples of social-intelligence that you find in hive or colony organisms (like the pseudo-arachnid cave spiders on Slogush V—ugh!), but nothing showing true, individual awareness with a tool-making capability. Nothing capable of building even a simple hut, crafting a wheel, or broadcasting even so much as an old-time radio signal, much less sending spaceships to distant planets. By that threshold standard we humans seem to be alone in a universe designed just for ourselves. Now that’s something to ponder.

Since its discovery nearly 250 years ago by an Earth-orbiting terrestrial planet finder, Pus-c has been a prime target for human exploration. But at over 900 light years’ distance from Earth its exploration by other than telescopic investigations had not been possible. Early in this century, though, a workable faster-than-light (FTL) propulsion system—that didn’t kill the crew of the ship—was finally perfected to the point that travel times to stars have been reduced from hundreds or thousands of years to mere years. The trip from Earth to the Scapus system took me about 16 months in a scout ship fitted to the most powerful FTL drive available. Scout ships are built for speed, unlike the more lumbering military and colony vessels, so the crew had to be cut to one human—me—and two android crew members to save on life support requirements. I activated Sven just before departure and left the other in its tank to meet future needs. Androids have a fraction of the life-support needs of a human and function very capably in specialized roles. What they lack in originality of thought and creativity they more than make up for in their universal utility, focus and perseverance.

Scapus B is part of a binary system that includes a G2Vcompanion star just slightly more massive than Earth’s sun. Scapus A and B orbit each other at an extreme distance of 52 AU and no closer than 24 AU according to calculations made from Earth as well as from closer observations since my ship entered the system. Fortunately, their wide separation ensures their respective planetary systems are stable. The Scapus A-B system is slightly older than Earth’s solar system—at about 5 billion years old compared to Earth’s system at 4.6 billion years. Both stars are stable; Scapus B especially so since as a K-type low mass dwarf it will remain stable for billions of years after its brighter, more massive G-type companion begins to grow even hotter and makes life impossible on its Earth-like planet. But that is all in the unimaginably far-distant future. For the current purpose of human colonization, both stars have at least one planet with potential. After finishing here I’ll take the ship to Scapus A and investigate the larger super-Earth planet orbiting in its habitable zone. Super-Earths, though, have not proven to be particularly good candidates for colonization. The super-Earth in the A system has a mass nearly twice that of Earth and 1.6 times its radius. We’ll see, though, when I get there. In all, my voyage to the Scapus binary system, with exploration of the two possibly habitable planets, a survey of other planets in the two systems, and return to Tau Ceti will take five years.

Now, a sixteen-month trip in the close confines of a deep-space exploratory ship might seem unbearable to most people, but I had a certain amenity installed to help ease my loneliness. Every single-man ship, such as mine, includes two android crew members that can be configured by the pilot according to her specifications—and anticipated needs. Both of my androids are of the latest generation that can be made to appear and behave perfectly human. Physically, the android I named Sven is designed. . . shall we say . . . to pleasure me. Yes! My ruggedly handsome artificial human comes with the kind of lean, rangy muscular physique that in a real man makes me instantly wet. But, looks aren't everything, are they? My boy-bot is also extremely well hung. His cock, a wonder of late-23rd century biomechanical engineering, feels for all the world like a real human penis. I ordered his cock circumcised and obviously longer and meatier than the standard male appendage. (He may forever ruin me for the attention of human males!) Because I hate the look of saggy scrotums, his ball sac is always just high and tight enough to suit my preference. It’s just what a lonely girl needs on a long spaceflight when she’s cut off from all human contact.

Though completely artificial, Sven is programmed to behave as a smart, warm, and loving companion who responds to my moods as well—if not better—than some of my past boyfriends and one ex-husband. He just seems to know when I need to be listened to, when I need to be held, and, most importantly, when I need to be fucked! Which is often! (I know it’s just his sophisticated programming, but he seems genuinely concerned about me.) Sven’s body temperature—though normally rather cool—can be elevated to that of a human’s. He can even be made to perspire with exertion. Androids have no need to breathe but they can be programmed to do so to make them appear more human. The whole sexual experience with Sven, though, as human as he appears, would seem more like just masturbation with a large sex toy (which is what he really is, I suppose) than actual human sex if he didn’t appear to be breathing and have a variable heartbeat. It would be kind of creepy to be having sex with a non-breathing being. Might as well be fucking a corpse! Much of the sensuality of sex is in feeling a hot breath and a wet tongue on your neck and your pussy and hearing your partner’s breathing become rapid and deep as he approaches orgasm. Sven is sophisticated enough to meet those needs.

A lot of women would consider it more than creepy to have an android “ejaculate” into her, as Sven is designed to do. Artificial semen sounds gross (it's just an inert proteinaceous material doped with some drugs to make me feel good) but it surely completes the sex act to have to clean up the mess left behind by even an artificial man. If it sounds revolting to you, try spending 16 long months in the utter blandness of hyperspace, much less facing the same tedious months on the homebound trip. Sex with an android soon begins to sound better and better than no sex at all--and quite normal given the circumstances! Of course, Sven has more important duties than simply to keep me contented; he is the primary AI that monitors all the ship systems and has crucial astrogating responsibilities. Without Sven’s help I’d be lonely and horny all the time as well as worked to exhaustion!

My second android—configured as a female—I’ve left in its tank for now, to be activated as needed. I didn’t order it configured so; it was just available at the time and it made no sense to delay my departure waiting for a standard model. Most androids are androgynous in appearance and have nothing representing external genitalia or breasts. If they do it’s at the request of their owners. Whoever ordered this droid as female got the whole package! Tall, shapely, full-breasted, blue-eyed, long blonde hair (of course!), a beautiful face, and very realistic genitalia (yes, I looked!). Despite outward appearances, any android can be programmed to perform any task, so I wasn’t losing any potential usefulness with this one. But if she wasn’t ordered as a sex-droid I’ll eat an Andorran slug-worm—head first!

Of course, I inevitably compare myself to the female droid and come up feeling inadequate. I have no reason to do so. She’s really nothing more than a programmable machine, whereas I’m a fucking smart, loving, human female with three Ph. D’s—theoretical physics, bioengineering, and astrogeology—and with skills and competency enough to be entrusted with a multi-trillion-dollar hyperdrive starship. I’m military-grade physically fit, curvy enough in the right places, deadly with all sorts of weapons, and—though not glamorous—attractive enough to have never lacked for my share of alpha-male attention and lovers. (It must be my wonderful, girlish personality!) Would I liked to have had that killer figure and those great tits? Yes, I admit, it would have been different for me if I had them naturally. But perhaps I would never have developed all my other talents to the degrees I have. Besides, I adhere to an all-natural body philosophy (which is becoming more and more popular among highly-educated, professional women such as yours truly) and have never seriously considered body-sculpting, implants, or other bioengineered products to enhance my appearance. Many men find all-natural women to be especially desirable in a society that puts so much emphasis of body modifications that rarely make you any more truly feminine in appearance or behavior. And I love men—really, really love men—who find me desirable. Yeah, I could’ve bought a fancy pair of big, realistic-looking tits, but it would not have been me. I’m just a woman happy and content with what nature gave her.

I'll probably activate the female droid on the voyage home if she’s not needed sooner. It’ll give me a chance to get some rejuvenating deep-sleep time and maybe an escape from boredom to leave the droids in charge of the ship. I mean, Sven is wonderful and all, but he doesn’t truly have the presence of a living, breathing human male—with all the attendant good and wonderfully irritating things that come with having a real man around the house, so to speak—no matter how good his programming. When I get home I'll be ready and anxious to get some real men between my legs. Hope all my favorite guys will still be available.

But . . . if I get to feeling especially adventurous, I might activate the bitch-bot sooner than later. Never had a threesome before. Perhaps it’s time I explore some of my deeper urges. And she is very attractive . . . and programmable.

But no time for that right now. Tomorrow I go down to the planet!
 
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Excellent start Marcella ..... I actually clicked "watch" before "like" .... No sign of what we might call life, even with all your technology ,,,,, and yet I'm sure it is not just going to be a futuristic travelogue .... More power to your FLT .... Keep the episodes coming or cumming ......
 
My second android—configured as a female—I’ve left in its tank for now, to be activated as needed. I didn’t order it configured so; it was just available at the time and it made no sense to delay my departure waiting for a standard model. Most androids are androgynous in appearance and have nothing representing external genitalia or breasts. If they do it’s at the request of their owners. Whoever ordered this droid as female got the whole package! Tall, shapely, full-breasted, blue-eyed, long blonde hair (of course!), a beautiful face, and very realistic genitalia (yes, I looked!). Despite outward appearances, any android can be programmed to perform any task, so I wasn’t losing any potential usefulness with this one. But if she wasn’t ordered as a sex-droid I’ll eat an Andorran slug-worm—head first!
All kinds of hobbies can be satisfied: TS、Futa、Eunuch……
 
Landing Day

The trip to the surface from the ship in orbit was uneventful as landings go. A bit of turbulence in the lower atmosphere but nothing to worry me. The lander flew on autopilot. The AI computer certainly did not need me there to pilot the craft so I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. The lander streaked over the large ocean that occupied most of one hemisphere then set on a glide path toward the interior of one of the mid-latitude northern landmasses. I took control from the computer about 1000 meters from the surface to pick out the precise spot that suited me. Sven and I had surveyed this area from an orbital reconnoiter and it looked like a good location to begin exploring. I set the lander down near a rock outcropping. There's a forested area a few hundred meters away.

Decision time. Do I exit the lander with full environmental protective gear or just wearing my skinsuit? During the month in orbit Pus-c’s atmosphere was thoroughly examined for the presence of any microbes dangerous to a human. None were found. Even if something was missed the army of nanobots in my bloodstream were programmed to go after and disassemble anything that isn't supposed to be found in a human being. The only significant difference was a higher oxygen content: about 25% compared to Earth’s 20%. I decide to go out just wearing my skin—my skinsuit, that is.

It’s Friday, October 7, 2287, about 1:00 in the afternoon (local time). I record the date and time in the log. Then I step out of the lander and take my first deep breath of Pus-c’s atmosphere.

Marcella Alien 001.jpg It’s wonderful! Fresh and slightly cool at about 22 degrees Celsius. It’s just so great to be breathing a non-recycled atmosphere after so long. Not surprising, there’s a distinctively other-worldly smell to it. Something I can't quite identify. Faintly fruity, but in a new way. Different, but not at all unpleasant. The sky is blue—a little darker than Earth’s—with high, feathery clouds. Gravity is 1.03-Earth normal so getting around will be easy for me.

Marcella Alien 002.jpg I’m wearing one of the newest types of exploration skinsuits. To be honest, it feels almost as though I’m wearing nothing at all. Onboard ship I spent most of my time naked or nearly so. Why wear clothes if you’re completely cut-off from the normal universe somewhere in hyperspace? Even after the ship was in orbit around Pus-c I still rarely wore much of anything. Sven, too, remained naked. But as an android he would not have cared if he were dressed or not. I don't seem to care that much either. I'm not wearing anything under my skinsuit, not even panties.

Marcella Alien 004.jpg You’d think that the touch of clothing on my body after so much time staying unclothed would be uncomfortable, but this skinsuit fits so perfectly to my curves that I scarcely know it’s there. The carbon-fiber material is so thin, especially across my breasts, belly and thighs, that I can even feel the soft breeze as though against bare skin. The sensation is making my nipples hard! Amazing stuff. I realize that in places it looks like I’m nothing more than body-painted, yet I have on a fully functional exo-skin that can warm or cool me according to the outside temperature and monitor all my biometric signs. There is thicker padding at joints and the waist for protection and essential electronics, but all in all the suit, exclusive of boots, helmet, communicator and my arm laser weighs only 500 grams!

Marcella Alien 003.jpgMarcella Alien 005.jpg I leave my helmet in the shuttle lander, grab my backpack, and go exploring.

I first decide to walk over to the tree line. The "trees” are decidedly alien in appearance but the bluish-green leaves along their branches still look like leaves you might find on Earth. It just makes sense. If nature designs something to collect energy from sunlight that has a lot of surface area without a lot of weight, what can nature do better than the familiar leaf-structure. I’ll be very curious to analyze the pigments that are used as chlorophyll in these leaves. Pus-c’s sun is a bit cooler and more orange in appearance than Earth's sun, so it’s not surprising the leaf color reflects this. I'll come back later to investigate the forest. For now I want to stay in open country. There's a larger interesting rock outcropping about a kilometer away across of meadow covered with what looks like some kind of grass. I decide to walk to it. It's towards higher ground that will afford me a good place for observations.

I begin walking across the meadow. At first the bluish-green "grass" seems short, but the stems grow longer as I walk along. Soon they are brushing against my thighs as I walk along towards the rocky high ground. I don’t see anything resembling flowers and there isn't much color variation. The grass grows thicker and is almost at waist height now. I hear chirping sounds around me that suddenly stop from time to time, then begin again. My tricorder is recording all of this and transmitting it up to the ship. I keep my eyes peeled for any kind of animal life. I press the communicator button on my left forearm and contact Sven.

“Sven, you receiving my transmissions?" I ask, holding my forearm close to my mouth.

“Roger,” he replies back, “You’re coming in clear, Marcella.”

My communicator is on display mode and projects a shimmering hologram image of Sven just above my arm. Fuck! He’s not wearing any clothes, no surprise there, but he's got a huge boner! I suppress a giggle that the first message received on this planet includes an image of a naked android with an exceptionally large erect cock.

I stop walking. “Sven, you naughty, naughty boy! What are you up to?”

“Just stimulating myself Marcella, thinking about you. Isn’t that what human males do? They think of a girl and get an erection, don’t they?

“Well, yes. I guess they do, sometimes.” I reply back, trying to sound nonchalant while at the same time I'm trying to resist laughing at the sight. I shouldn't be surprised. Androids have a habit of saying the most direct, obvious things. And they say them without any guile or hidden motives. Just being honest about what they are doing. They’re never embarrassed.

Well, I didn't come down to the planet to have a conversation with a naked android. I need to end the conversation and get back to my exploring. “Well, I better be going, Sven." I say, trying to stay serious. "I need to keep exploring. Keep watching over me, okay?"

"Of course, Marcella. Please be careful. I can come down on the other lander if you want."

"No, no, that not necessary, sweetie," I say to him. "Just make sure when I get back you greet me with a beautiful boner, you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies back, sounding all proper and serious. His image vanishes as he breaks contact. I finally just let go and laugh at the utter ridiculousness of the past couple of minutes. Fucking androids, I think to myself. They never cease to keep a person entertained. Then I hear more sounds around me. Different alien sounds from before. Coming across the open field. I turn my head left and right, trying to determine where the sounds are coming from. A soft breeze blows. I feel a chill and suddenly wish Sven were here now. I don't know why. Just a feeling of unease that has come over me. I shake it off and begin walking towards the high ground again.
 
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“Yes ma’am,” he replies back, sounding all proper and serious. His image vanishes as he breaks contact. I finally just let go and laugh at the utter ridiculousness of the past couple of minutes. Fucking androids, I think to myself. They never cease to keep a person entertained. Then I hear more sounds around me. Different alien sounds from before. Coming across the open field. I turn my head left and right, trying to determine where the sounds are coming from. A soft breeze blows. I feel a chill and suddenly wish Sven were here now. I don't know why. Just a feeling of unease that has come over me. I shake it off and begin walking towards the high ground again.
And I imagine every reader will by now have that same sense of unease.

Eagerly awaiting the details of what dastardly evil 'thing' this planet has kept hidden till now.
Let them fight!
 
Dear readers: To those of you thinking there were going to be a lot of fantastic images by SkatingJesus in this thread, fear not. They are coming and they are awesome!

Android Problems

Before coming down to the surface I had to decide whether to bring Sven with me. He gave me lots of good reasons for taking him along; most of them having to do with my security in an alien environment. Was he trying to protect me, a woman? A woman who needed a “man’s” protection? Kind of sexist on his part given that I’m a trained explorer and more than able to take care of myself. But how can an android act in a sexist manner? Some flaw in his programming? He should be thinking purely rationally. Perhaps I’m just misconstruing the nature of his arguments.
All androids have a basic hard-wired program for protecting human life. Perhaps this is what I’m hearing in his words. Whatever. I decided that having him up in orbit to monitor surface activities was a better use of him than having him on the surface with me.

Sven is not programmed for security or as a scientist. His functions are optimized for my sexual pleasure and for monitoring the status of all ship systems via his AI link. He would have limited usefulness on the surface in his present configuration. Androids are naturally inquisitive creatures, ready to learn, but this must be channeled into specific roles to make them useful. Sven’s inquisitiveness is directed towards me and my pleasure, and not into planet-side activities. Since I’m in constant contact with the ship’s main computer through satellite uplinks I really have no need of another “person” with me. Having Sven around in an environment he has not been programmed for would require me to keep an eye on him as though he were a child always likely to be getting into trouble. Better that he stays on the ship and supports me from there. Yet, even as I was preparing to leave for the surface, Sven persisted in making arguments for why he should accompany me, even to the point of saying I’m being too reckless going down by myself, that I’m endangering the mission. He was beginning to annoy me with his persistence. Yet, I kept telling him he was not coming down with me. The final straw came when he said I was acting “stupidly.”

What the fuck! How dare he talk to me like that! Was it just an android’s annoying way of speaking directly, oblivious of the impact of its words? I turned and faced him. I hadn’t put on my skinsuit yet and both of us were naked. I got in his face.

“You are an android, Sven.” I say in a firm voice. “You do as I say. You don’t ever tell me what to do or what decisions to make.” I had my finger in his face now and was angry. “And you do not ever, ever tell me I’m stupid! You understand?”

He stared back at me with those beautiful blue android eyes. I wondered what he could be thinking, and I began to feel like a fool. I was getting angry at a machine for fuck’s sake! A very handsome machine; one that looks very human, but a machine nonetheless. I might as well be chewing out the fucking toaster! I realized I was the one acting stupidly! And now I’m mad at myself for getting mad at a machine. Sven is just a programmed AI. What he’s saying is based on instructions I put into him. Some mental algorithm in his logic circuits made him say those words. I should not be angry. Yet, he appears so human, and fucks me so wonderfully, that I began to think of him in human terms when I should not. Is he even conscious? Who knows? Nobody has ever been able to say with any certainty that an AI is aware like a human is aware. It’s just programming and circuitry. Nothing more. No point in getting mad.

He stands there, just looking at me. Kind of wide-eyed. Like a big, dumb, beautiful man. Did I make my point with him? Did his mental circuitry make sense out of what I said. will it modify his behavior? Well, we’ll see. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous! That body of his is such a turn-on for me! I wish he would apologize. He should, because he started it!

Screw you, robot, I thought to myself as I turned away from him and started pulling on my skinsuit for the trip to the surface. I didn’t want to leave angry, but I was damned if I was going to say I was sorry. Get a grip, Marcella, I thought to myself. It’s just a fucking robot, that’s all.
I had one leg in the skinsuit when I heard Sven speak, in a voice I had never heard before.

“Marcella.”

“Yes,” I answered, not turning around and continuing to get into the skinsuit. “What?”

“I’m sorry Marcella. I was wrong. I should not have spoken to you like that.”

I turned around. My skinsuit was on up to my waist. That didn’t sound like an android saying he was sorry because his mental algorithms instructed him to say so. He sounded genuinely sorry and was holding out his arms to me. I wanted to rush into his arms, but I knew it was just his circuitry talking as he was programmed to respond to my moods. He was good at that. I knew a human male would say he was sorry—even if he really wasn’t—because he would know that if he didn’t apologize there’d be no more sex for a long while. But Sven doesn’t really want sex with me; he only tries to please me by reading my moods in accordance with his sophisticated software. I’m convinced he only apologized because his logic circuits instructed him to do so because it would please me and pleasing me is what he is programmed to do.

Fuck. He’s not that much different from a real human male, is he? I chuckle at my insight. I knew I had to accept his apology. I walk into his arms and hug him, pressing my naked breasts into his muscled chest. He feels so warm, so human. I feel his cock growing stiff. At that moment I didn’t care if it was just his programming or if he was genuinely responding to a half-naked woman hugging him. I was suddenly very horny, and my heart raced. Accurately reading my moods, Sven got stiffer. Yes! We’re going to have make-up sex! Hand in hand we race to the bed.

An hour later I’m getting into my skinsuit again. A little sore after a round of very intense fucking but happy that I’m not fighting with my android as I’m about to start exploring the planet rotating beneath us. I know it sounds a little insane, but that’s where I am at right now. I just might be a little in love with my fuck-buddy android.

It’s my own fucking fault. Should never have programmed the damned thing so.
 
A brief ST-TNG Rule 34 search turned up this canonical Data/Tasha Yar hookup. Closest on-topic illustration I could find.

This tale's unfolding nicely, Marcella.
 

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Danger Marcella Eskandarous! Danger!

Putting the thoughts of Sven out of my mind I return my attention to walking towards the rock formation in the distance. I hear more sounds of life now—animal-like sounds around me, coming from creatures in the grass. Various chirps, grunts, howls, and chittering sounds. But what sorts of animals? Even the meaning of the term “animal” is constructed out of my understanding Earth biology. The biology on this planet is not the same. Perhaps it’s the “plants” that are making sounds? It’s obvious that there is much to learn about the life on Pus-c.

The “grass” I’m walking through has become quite thick and is at the height of my waist now. I keep my arms up and I touch the feathery tips of the stems with the palms of my hands as I walk by them. The touch sensors in the skinsuit gloves transmit an almost tickling sensation, as though the grass is responding to my presence. Is that even possible? How can a plant do that? Well, maybe it isn’t a plant at all? Some sort of animal? Or something in-between? Fascinating! The touch of the stems against the outsides and insides of my thighs feels almost—intimate. The fabric of the skinsuit is very thin here. It feels as though the feathery tips of the grass stalks are caressing my bare skin. And in my crotch! Oh my! What a sensation as the grass passes between my legs. The tips running across my crotch are gently caressing my girlie bits as I walk into the feathery-tipped stems! The long stems seem alive and probing me I walk along, like little fingers. I blush at the violation. Am I getting felt up by a field of alien grass? I feel myself get wet. Fuck me! If Sven were here now I’d throw him to the ground, mount his enormous cock, and ride him to an awesome orgasm!

My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m breathing deeply, drawing in all those delicious alien aromas into my lungs. I wonder if this planet is trying to make love to me! Is that possible? No, of course not. It must just be the unique beauty of this place and the strange pollens or whatever in the air. My senses have never encountered anything like this and for some reason my brain is channeling these stimulations into sexual feelings. I’ve been on many planets—most of them hostile to human life—and most of the time I’m more repelled by what I encounter than attracted to it. This planet seems ideal for human colonization (as long as there is no indigenous intelligent life). Oh, I pray there isn’t. I want to report back that planet Pus-c is the most ideal Earth-like planet ever discovered. No terraforming required! Just come and enjoy!

I walk more slowly as my arousal reaches the point when I would normally be on my back with my legs spread wide awaiting to be penetrated by a good, thick, stiff cock! I stop and place one hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. Oh, how I want to tear this skinsuit off, so I can finger my clit! My other hand goes to my breasts and massages them through the thin fabric. I’m trembling with pleasure as I tweak my stiff nipples, ready to drop to my knees, then onto my back as I orgasm. My mind is screaming at me that that would be so incredibly dangerous to put myself in such a vulnerable position right now. But my body doesn’t care at this point. I just want to have an orgasm . . . so badly, so fucking badly! Suddenly all the background animal sounds stop. Like the sound of chirping crickets will suddenly stop if they sense something. Is it me that’s being sensed—or something else?

Then I hear a roar—or was it more like a loud screech? It comes from behind me! Immediately I’m pulled from my near-orgasmic state back into the moment. My arousal quickly drains away as my mind takes control again and reminds me that I’m on an alien planet full of potential hazards to my very existence. What a careless, stupid twat I’ve been! I’m better trained than this! Why did let my guard down so utterly completely? About 20 or so meters behind me I see the grass stems being pushed aside by something running through them—something close to the ground and very heavy. I can feel the vibrations of its mass in the ground as it charges towards me. Shit! Should I run? Is it coming for me? Or something else? I don’t know!

I’m in pure survival mode now—sex is the farthest thing from my mind. My eyes are locked onto where the grass has been pushed aside. My senses are acute, listening for anything important. I hear a loud snort, then another. Yeah! There’s something out there all right. And I’m terrified that I’m going to be its next meal! I click the safety to “off” on the laser built into the right arm of my skinsuit. Now all I have to do is extend my arm at a target and point with a clenched fist and a thin collimated beam of coherent light energy will pulse with enough energy to burn through the toughest of hides. I crouch down in a defensive posture and point my arm in the direction of the sound, ready to fry anything that looks cross-eyed at me.

The thought of what almost happened to me in the Eros 5 system flashes through my mind. On a rocky near-Earth that I was surveying for potential terraforming I let my guard down for a moment and was ambushed by a fierce dinosaur-like predator that leaped at me from a thicket of pseudo-trees and nearly ran me down before I killed it. It was huge—like a T. rex but even larger and far nastier than the beasts that once inhabited Earth. My laser severed its head clean off as I swept my arm across the rapidly closing empty space between me and the throat of the charging monster. Its momentum carried it forward in death and I stepped aside just in time as it crashed to the ground covering me from head to foot with gouts of its purple blood. Yeah, alien planets can be dangerous! I’m sure as fuck not going to let this one kill me! Whatever this creature is it not as big as a T. rex, but large enough! I think of a crocodile-like creature: low to the ground, massive, but fast-moving and utterly lethal when it’s in its own environment. I resolved not to let my guard down again on this beautiful but potentially deadly world.

I can’t see the beast, but I fear it may be stalking me. Do the grasses help it hunt by making potential prey less attentive to the environment they are in? I was wrapped up in some sort of masturbatory-altered consciousness until I was pulled out of it. Did the plants put me into it? I swear I see a row of sharp spines stick up above the grass stems. Whatever it is I hear its screeching roar as it tears through the tall grass. What the fuck is it? Where is it? The spines appear above the grass then drop lower. That’s all of the creature I see. Just its long spines, presumably growing out of its back. I see the grass parting again as the creature gets closer. Terror seizes me. I freeze in place as I hear another screeching sound, quite different. More high-pitched. Grass stems start flying into the air as more loud sounds sweep over me. Then I hear a crunching sound, like bones being broken. A painful yelp—like a dog getting kicked—then quiet. Whatever it was is now walking away from me by the movements of the grass stalks.

What did I just witness? Well, I didn’t really see much of anything. I imagine some sort of predator just got itself a meal and is dragging it away to eat in or maybe provide it to a litter of whatever-the-fuck-that-thing-was. As my pounding heart calms down, I keep my arm extended toward the sound I heard. There are no further sounds or signs of movement. I listen to the silence around me until . . .I hear Sven’s voice coming from my communicator.

“Marcella, are you okay?”

I’m pissed that he chose this moment to contact me while I’m trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Then again, with a tone of impatience. “Marcella, please respond.”

I raise my arm and speak softly into the communicator. “I’m fine. Please stop talking to me right now. I’m busy.”

“Hmm. It seems so. I’m monitoring the telemetry on your life signs and you seem to be in the throes of sexual excitement. Are you having sex down there?”

Sheesh! How could Sven believe there was anyone else down here? And sex with what?

I whisper back, not trying to hide my irritation. “No, Sven. I am not having sex." And then, with emphasis, "Can’t you tell?”

“Oh, then you were masturbating, correct? Your telemetry shows a rapid increase in your libido responses indicating . . .”

“OK! OK! Yes, I was, I was!” I say with considerable tension and irritation in my voice. “But not now. Now I’m trying to determine if. . .”
Sven cuts me off. In his cool, unemotional, matter-of-fact android voice he goes on. “Why would you be pleasuring yourself on the surface of a potentially hostile planet, Marcella? Don’t you know that’s very dangerous at the moment? In fact, there appears to be animal life all around you. You should exercise more caution. The mission could be endangered.”

There’s that voice again that got me so angry before I came down to the surface. I thought we’d put an end to this . . . this intrusion of Sven’s into my business—of him telling me what I should be doing. He’s not down here! He doesn’t know what’s going on. Hell, I don’t even know what’s going on. I don’t know the threat level around me and my android is babbling away about my emotional state! I can’t help what I’m feeling! It’s the fucking planet! All I see around me is softly waving grass and all I hear is a soft breeze and the faraway chittering of god-knows-what creatures.

“Marcella! Please answer . . .”

Fuming, I snap back. “Sven! Shut the fuck up! I’m not pleasuring myself! Well, not now . . .”

“But why were you? I’m surprised you could be so horny as you explore. Didn’t I please you enough before you left the ship?”

“Yes, you did. But—nevervmind! I’ll explain later. For now, just keep quiet or I’ll have to put my communicator on silent mode. I want you to monitor what’s going on but for the love of god stop calling me! You understand?”

“Yes, Marcella. I understand.” His voice sounds hurt. I wondered if I was too rough on him. After all, he was only looking out for my welfare. I put Sven out of my mind as I decide what to do. I wait several minutes and cautiously stand up and begin walking towards the rocks and higher ground but more quickly than before. I keep my laser arm extended as I scan around 360 degrees, ready to kill anything that looks threatening. The grass stalks brush against me as before, but they no longer feel pleasurable. I must be careful! I start running through the grass as the stems are now shorter as I approach the edge of the field. The rocks are right in front of me.

Marcella Alien 007.jpg I jump and run over the uneven surface trying to put space between me and the strange field of dreams behind me.

Marcella Alien 006.jpg I seek the shelter of higher ground.
 
Danger Marcella Eskandarous! Danger!

Putting the thoughts of Sven out of my mind I return my attention to walking towards the rock formation in the distance. I hear more sounds of life now—animal-like sounds around me, coming from creatures in the grass. Various chirps, grunts, howls, and chittering sounds. But what sorts of animals? Even the meaning of the term “animal” is constructed out of my understanding Earth biology. The biology on this planet is not the same. Perhaps it’s the “plants” that are making sounds? It’s obvious that there is much to learn about the life on Pus-c.

The “grass” I’m walking through has become quite thick and is at the height of my waist now. I keep my arms up and I touch the feathery tips of the stems with the palms of my hands as I walk by them. The touch sensors in the skinsuit gloves transmit an almost tickling sensation, as though the grass is responding to my presence. Is that even possible? How can a plant do that? Well, maybe it isn’t a plant at all? Some sort of animal? Or something in-between? Fascinating! The touch of the stems against the outsides and insides of my thighs feels almost—intimate. The fabric of the skinsuit is very thin here. It feels as though the feathery tips of the grass stalks are caressing my bare skin. And in my crotch! Oh my! What a sensation as the grass passes between my legs. The tips running across my crotch are gently caressing my girlie bits as I walk into the feathery-tipped stems! The long stems seem alive and probing me I walk along, like little fingers. I blush at the violation. Am I getting felt up by a field of alien grass? I feel myself get wet. Fuck me! If Sven were here now I’d throw him to the ground, mount his enormous cock, and ride him to an awesome orgasm!

My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m breathing deeply, drawing in all those delicious alien aromas into my lungs. I wonder if this planet is trying to make love to me! Is that possible? No, of course not. It must just be the unique beauty of this place and the strange pollens or whatever in the air. My senses have never encountered anything like this and for some reason my brain is channeling these stimulations into sexual feelings. I’ve been on many planets—most of them hostile to human life—and most of the time I’m more repelled by what I encounter than attracted to it. This planet seems ideal for human colonization (as long as there is no indigenous intelligent life). Oh, I pray there isn’t. I want to report back that planet Pus-c is the most ideal Earth-like planet ever discovered. No terraforming required! Just come and enjoy!

I walk more slowly as my arousal reaches the point when I would normally be on my back with my legs spread wide awaiting to be penetrated by a good, thick, stiff cock! I stop and place one hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. Oh, how I want to tear this skinsuit off, so I can finger my clit! My other hand goes to my breasts and massages them through the thin fabric. I’m trembling with pleasure as I tweak my stiff nipples, ready to drop to my knees, then onto my back as I orgasm. My mind is screaming at me that that would be so incredibly dangerous to put myself in such a vulnerable position right now. But my body doesn’t care at this point. I just want to have an orgasm . . . so badly, so fucking badly! Suddenly all the background animal sounds stop. Like the sound of chirping crickets will suddenly stop if they sense something. Is it me that’s being sensed—or something else?

Then I hear a roar—or was it more like a loud screech? It comes from behind me! Immediately I’m pulled from my near-orgasmic state back into the moment. My arousal quickly drains away as my mind takes control again and reminds me that I’m on an alien planet full of potential hazards to my very existence. What a careless, stupid twat I’ve been! I’m better trained than this! Why did let my guard down so utterly completely? About 20 or so meters behind me I see the grass stems being pushed aside by something running through them—something close to the ground and very heavy. I can feel the vibrations of its mass in the ground as it charges towards me. Shit! Should I run? Is it coming for me? Or something else? I don’t know!

I’m in pure survival mode now—sex is the farthest thing from my mind. My eyes are locked onto where the grass has been pushed aside. My senses are acute, listening for anything important. I hear a loud snort, then another. Yeah! There’s something out there all right. And I’m terrified that I’m going to be its next meal! I click the safety to “off” on the laser built into the right arm of my skinsuit. Now all I have to do is extend my arm at a target and point with a clenched fist and a thin collimated beam of coherent light energy will pulse with enough energy to burn through the toughest of hides. I crouch down in a defensive posture and point my arm in the direction of the sound, ready to fry anything that looks cross-eyed at me.

The thought of what almost happened to me in the Eros 5 system flashes through my mind. On a rocky near-Earth that I was surveying for potential terraforming I let my guard down for a moment and was ambushed by a fierce dinosaur-like predator that leaped at me from a thicket of pseudo-trees and nearly ran me down before I killed it. It was huge—like a T. rex but even larger and far nastier than the beasts that once inhabited Earth. My laser severed its head clean off as I swept my arm across the rapidly closing empty space between me and the throat of the charging monster. Its momentum carried it forward in death and I stepped aside just in time as it crashed to the ground covering me from head to foot with gouts of its purple blood. Yeah, alien planets can be dangerous! I’m sure as fuck not going to let this one kill me! Whatever this creature is it not as big as a T. rex, but large enough! I think of a crocodile-like creature: low to the ground, massive, but fast-moving and utterly lethal when it’s in its own environment. I resolved not to let my guard down again on this beautiful but potentially deadly world.

I can’t see the beast, but I fear it may be stalking me. Do the grasses help it hunt by making potential prey less attentive to the environment they are in? I was wrapped up in some sort of masturbatory-altered consciousness until I was pulled out of it. Did the plants put me into it? I swear I see a row of sharp spines stick up above the grass stems. Whatever it is I hear its screeching roar as it tears through the tall grass. What the fuck is it? Where is it? The spines appear above the grass then drop lower. That’s all of the creature I see. Just its long spines, presumably growing out of its back. I see the grass parting again as the creature gets closer. Terror seizes me. I freeze in place as I hear another screeching sound, quite different. More high-pitched. Grass stems start flying into the air as more loud sounds sweep over me. Then I hear a crunching sound, like bones being broken. A painful yelp—like a dog getting kicked—then quiet. Whatever it was is now walking away from me by the movements of the grass stalks.

What did I just witness? Well, I didn’t really see much of anything. I imagine some sort of predator just got itself a meal and is dragging it away to eat in or maybe provide it to a litter of whatever-the-fuck-that-thing-was. As my pounding heart calms down, I keep my arm extended toward the sound I heard. There are no further sounds or signs of movement. I listen to the silence around me until . . .I hear Sven’s voice coming from my communicator.

“Marcella, are you okay?”

I’m pissed that he chose this moment to contact me while I’m trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Then again, with a tone of impatience. “Marcella, please respond.”

I raise my arm and speak softly into the communicator. “I’m fine. Please stop talking to me right now. I’m busy.”

“Hmm. It seems so. I’m monitoring the telemetry on your life signs and you seem to be in the throes of sexual excitement. Are you having sex down there?”

Sheesh! How could Sven believe there was anyone else down here? And sex with what?

I whisper back, not trying to hide my irritation. “No, Sven. I am not having sex." And then, with emphasis, "Can’t you tell?”

“Oh, then you were masturbating, correct? Your telemetry shows a rapid increase in your libido responses indicating . . .”

“OK! OK! Yes, I was, I was!” I say with considerable tension and irritation in my voice. “But not now. Now I’m trying to determine if. . .”
Sven cuts me off. In his cool, unemotional, matter-of-fact android voice he goes on. “Why would you be pleasuring yourself on the surface of a potentially hostile planet, Marcella? Don’t you know that’s very dangerous at the moment? In fact, there appears to be animal life all around you. You should exercise more caution. The mission could be endangered.”

There’s that voice again that got me so angry before I came down to the surface. I thought we’d put an end to this . . . this intrusion of Sven’s into my business—of him telling me what I should be doing. He’s not down here! He doesn’t know what’s going on. Hell, I don’t even know what’s going on. I don’t know the threat level around me and my android is babbling away about my emotional state! I can’t help what I’m feeling! It’s the fucking planet! All I see around me is softly waving grass and all I hear is a soft breeze and the faraway chittering of god-knows-what creatures.

“Marcella! Please answer . . .”

Fuming, I snap back. “Sven! Shut the fuck up! I’m not pleasuring myself! Well, not now . . .”

“But why were you? I’m surprised you could be so horny as you explore. Didn’t I please you enough before you left the ship?”

“Yes, you did. But—nevervmind! I’ll explain later. For now, just keep quiet or I’ll have to put my communicator on silent mode. I want you to monitor what’s going on but for the love of god stop calling me! You understand?”

“Yes, Marcella. I understand.” His voice sounds hurt. I wondered if I was too rough on him. After all, he was only looking out for my welfare. I put Sven out of my mind as I decide what to do. I wait several minutes and cautiously stand up and begin walking towards the rocks and higher ground but more quickly than before. I keep my laser arm extended as I scan around 360 degrees, ready to kill anything that looks threatening. The grass stalks brush against me as before, but they no longer feel pleasurable. I must be careful! I start running through the grass as the stems are now shorter as I approach the edge of the field. The rocks are right in front of me.

View attachment 580626 I jump and run over the uneven surface trying to put space between me and the strange field of dreams behind me.

View attachment 580627 I seek the shelter of higher ground.

... who would have thought that "grass" could cause such hallucinatory effects .... maybe some "weed" in there too .....
 
Discoveries

Being free of the grass and the danger it posed gives me a chance to rest and collect my thoughts. My heart was still beating hard thinking about how close to death I might have been. Was I being hunted by some unseen predator? I'll never know. And why were my senses so overwhelmed by some chemical or pollen released by the grass? There is much to study on this planet. I'm sweating from exertion. My skinsuit detects my elevated temperature. Pores in the fabric open wider to let in cooler, circulating air.

Marcella Alien 008.jpg After resting for a bit I continue my exploration. I'll worry about how I can get back to my lander later. I'll head for higher ground. Hopefully I'll be able to see a path back to the lander that is safer. I have at least six hours of daylight left. Would have had more time if Sven and I hadn't wasted time fucking! Oh well, it seemed important--and overwhelmingly urgent--at the time. I follow a pathway between the rocks to see where it leads.

All I see around me are rocks. I quickly determine that they are of a granite-like composition. Interesting--to a geologist such as myself--but perhaps this isn't the best place to spend exploring on my first visit. When I have more time on another visit I can study the geology better, but for now I'm mostly concerned about getting a good first impression of the planet in order to plan future scientific visits. After all, I'll be here for nearly a year. There will be lots of time to bring down monitoring equipment and laboratories to do perform a range of proper planet-side investigations.

Marcella Alien 009.jpg Ah! What's that I see? A splash of bright blue color against the reddish-brown background color of the rocks. I must investigate.

Marcella Alien 010.jpg Wow! What an interesting find! It looks like some type of succulent plant you might find on Earth. But is it even a plant as we think of plants? My time spent crossing the "grassy" field has convinced me that life here might not be so easy to categorize.

Marcella Alien 011.jpg Such beautiful thick leaves. Almost iridescent. They have a tough covering. Sensors in the tips of my gloves give a temperature reading of 26 degrees Celsius. Warm! Like an animal. Very interesting.

Marcella Alien 012.jpg I take various sensor readings. The holographic screen appears displaying the data stream that is being sent to my ship in orbit.

Marcella Alien 013.jpg A flicker of motion on the periphery of my vision causes me to quickly turn my head upwards towards a slanted shaft of light between two tall columns of rock.

Marcella Alien 014.jpg What's this? Another strange plant moving in the breeze? Or an animal? Is it hunting me? I click off the safety on my arm laser, ready to defend myself if it charges me. After my experience in the grassy field I am fully aware that some of the life here is potentially deadly. It moves. Oh my god! What am I looking at? Two arms, two legs, a body trunk and a head! Can it be? The outline appears humanoid. But is it an animal--or something much more? I freeze in place as it walks towards me. My heart is pounding with excitement. What is this? What have I discovered? Or has it discovered me?

What will be its response?
 
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Oh, I like the idea of warm-'bloodied' plants. Super imagination there.

You've really left us puzzling this time; is it humanoid, intelligent, robotic, hologram,???? Have 'they' got into her brain and are simulating an image they think she will like???

I'll stop now, and wait patiently.
 
Contact!

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I stay in my crouched position and slowly turn around as the creature approaches me. I keep my eyes on it. It is as cautious about me as I am about it. It approaches slowly, moving sideways in a zig-zag pattern as though taking its time about trying to figure out what I am. I’m on its planet—uninvited—so I must be very careful about making any movements or gestures that might be interpreted as hostile. Also, I must consider that this creature--judging by my initial impressions--probably represents a culture and society nowhere near mine in sophistication and knowledge. It appears unclothed except for a small loincloth and is not carrying anything that looks like a weapon. It could be more sophisticated than I think, but I'm guessing it's a primitive creature, and primitive creatures might have a tendency to fear what they do not know and lash out accordingly.

As I swivel around to stand up I chuckle at the thought of an alien landing on Earth and encountering me in my topless bikini on a beach. Might it also take me for a primitive? l should be cautious about making conclusions about the creature without better understanding. (But, for the moment, I'll stick to my original thought that it is probably primitive.)

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I slowly stand up straight to face the creature as it gets closer. Damn! I'm soon to be Earth’s first representative to a member of another intelligent alien race. The enormity of this fact makes me weak in the knees. My name--Marcella Eskandarous--will go down in the history books! Am I fit for this role? Well, I'm here, so I guess I have to be. We explorers, as a professional group, all know that this could happen at some time, so in the backs of our minds we are ready for it. I rehearse the long list of first contact protocols in my mind, hoping I don't fuck it all up!

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The creature stops advancing about 10 meters in front of me. It stands up straight and stares at me, no doubt trying to figure out what the fuck I am! It's body is back-lit by the bright orange star of this planet. Its skin appears to be a mottled blue-black color. What should I do next? The creature isn't moving. We are at a stand-off of sorts. It appears the ball is in my court.

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The creature looks me up and down. Obviously trying to make sense out of my sudden appearance on its planet--or, at least, in its territory. I still do not see a weapon. That's good! The loincloth no doubt covers its genitals. Is this a male of the species? Looks to be so--I see some sort of a bulge--but without seeing more I really don't know. Its face is not very expressive. It's rather chiseled in appearance. Not entirely unhandsome.

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Well, time for me to do something, I guess. I raise my hand in what I think should be the universal signal for "hello" (at least when dealing with humanoid species). I just hope this gesture doesn't mean "fuck you" in its culture. I'm just trying to show it that I am unarmed and not a threat.

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It suddenly moves in towards me!
 
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Oops . . .There was supposed to be an image accompanying the opening paragraph to the Contact post above. Don't want to leave out any of SJ's wonderful images. My nipples are nice and prominent in this image under the thin layer of my skinsuit!:D Sorry. No camel-toe. Suit is a bit thicker in the crotch.

Marcella Alien 016.jpg I stay in my crouched position and slowly turn around as the creature approaches me. I keep my eyes on it. It is as cautious about me as I am about it. It approaches slowly, moving sideways in a zig-zag pattern as though taking its time about trying to figure out what I am. I’m on its planet—uninvited—so I must be very careful about making any movements or gestures that might be interpreted as hostile. Also, I must consider that this creature--judging by my initial impressions--probably represents a culture and society nowhere near mine in sophistication and knowledge. It appears unclothed except for a small loincloth and is not carrying anything that looks like a weapon. It could be more sophisticated than I think, but I'm guessing it's a primitive creature, and primitive creatures might have a tendency to fear what they do not know and lash out accordingly.

If someone could insert it there that would be nice.
 
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