Dodge Station Part Six:  Slimed
By DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older.  

Dodge Station and all the characters in this story are my own creation though some are obviously (I hope) parodies of other characters from comics and books.  Feel free to use Dodge Station and its inhabitants in your own stories.

You can contact me or send all feedback using :  Troi@hotmail.com

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Christie was busy working on the quarterly budget estimates when Olivia Tucker stormed into the office Christieed shared with the other two junior assistants and stopped at her desk.  The budget estimates were really supposed to be Olivia's job, but she had dumped that duty on Ashley, the first junior assistant, and Ashley had dumped it on Christie.  Brook, the second junior assistant had somehow managed to stay out of the whole thing, possibly because she had threatened to  put her pubic hair removal treatment in Ashley's shampoo if the blonde tried to stick her with the job.

Ashley had given the work to Christie, who had no one to palm it off on, saying she was just too busy to do it.  That was true enough if you defined "busy" as having more than the normal private stress relief sessions with Station Commander Vash Pollock.  The commander was feeling stressed since an auditor from TerraCorp, who owned the station, was due in a few weeks.  Ashley's method of providing stress relief was accomplished on her back on Pollocks desk with no clothes on and her legs spread.  When Ashley wasn't busy with Pollock, she seemed to spend most of her time on Groper, the new hot social media platform where you sent others "gropes".  Users were actually encouraged to send sexually explicit content under the guise of free speech.

"How would you like to sleep with a worm?" asked Olivia when Christie had saved her work and turned to face her.

"No thanks," replied Christie. "That's Ashleys job and I'm already doing most of hers as it is."

"I wasn't talking about Pollock," said Olivia in an impatient tone.

"Well, I was," replied Christie.  "It doesn't matter who we are talking about though, my job description doesn't say anything about sleeping with anyone I don't want to.  I can, however, recommend you talk to Cat Cartwright at the Longbranch if you are looking for a whore.  Also, please note that is the word she prefers over the euphanism of 'paid companion'.  She doesn't like the hypocrisy of trying to hide what they do."

'"I'm not surprised you have been on the station for only a week and you have made friends with a whore," sneered Olivia.  "Thinking of earning a little extra money on the side are you?"

Christie remembered taking the commission from Cat to sleep with N'Gal, the Rigelian who had been trying to sabotage negotiations with Earth by planting some bombs and coloured slightly pink which made Olivia smirk in knowing triumph.  "Look Olivia, I need to get these budget estimates done, so can we cut to the chase and you tell me what this is all about?"

"There is an Annelidian ship due to dock at the station in a few hours," said Olivia.  "The Annelidians are apparently a very prosperous race and trade with them could be very important to the station.  I want you to show their ambassador around the station.  Show him a good time and satisfy all his needs which might mean sleeping with him or it or whatever the hell these aliens are." 

"What was that about a worm though?" asked Christie as she couldn't remember that particular alien race coming up in her Defender Academy lessons.

"That's essentially what they look like," replied Olivia.  "Take an earth worm and blow it up a zillion times or whatever and you got an Annelidian.  This is a picture of one," she said turning the tablet she had been holding around so Christie could see it.

"I know we shouldn't judge alien species by our human standards of beauty," said Brook who had come over to peer at the picture over Christie's shoulder, "but that is one unhandsome dude."

"Well, I suppose I could show him arund the station," said Christie, "but being that alien, he probably either doesn't have a cock or has no interest in mating with human females."

"Oh the freaky aliens always have cocks and they are always hot to fuck human females," said Brook.  Trust me on that, I've been out here for a few years now.  The freakier the alien, the more they want to try human pussy.  It must be a law of nature or something."

Christie just rolled her eyes.  N'Gal had said he was considered a pervert among his people for wanting to sleep with a human woman.  Christie was sure Brook was just pulling her chain for fun and probably this Annelid had about as much interest in sleeping with her as she had in sleeping with it.

"loooks like this is settled," said Olivia and handed Christie the tablet.  "All the details you need are on here.  I don't know what worms eat, but you can even expense a supper with it at any restaurant, including Les Original."

"Hmm, that's not bad pay for sleeping with a worm," said Brook and gave Christie a dig in the ribs with her elbow.

Christie just rolled her eyes again and went back to work on the budget estimates to see if she could get them done before the Annelid ship arrived.

* * *

Agent X looked down at the naked human female on the labratory table in front of him and gave a happy little mewing sound of pleasure at the sight.  He pressed a button on the controls and three probes activated and moved towards their targets, quickly imppaling her mouth, pussy and ass easily thanks to their well lubricated surfaces.  The woman gave a grunt as she was triple penetrated, but didn't wake up from the semi conscious state he had put her in with drugs.  Agent X glanced at the readouts as data began to be collected and he gave another soft mewl of pleasure.  That pleasure, however, was interrupted by a buzz from the communications console of his ship.

Ah, Agent X, this is Alpha One," said the image on the screen when Agent X clicked the button to accept the highly encrypted call.

Agent X was briefly annoyed both at the interruption and the stupidity of his superior's statement.  There was litle likelyhood that anyone but Alpha One could be calling on this link and how could he not recognize him, so why bother to state his name?  Still, it wouldn't do to make snide remarks about someone who could have you executed, so he merely nodded his head.  "What can I do for you Alpha One?"

"Your status report is three minutes overdue," said Alpha One reproachfully.

Agent X blinked several times with its large round black eyes and then glanced back at the naked human female on his observation table.  Had he gotten so engrossed with observing her form that he lost track of time and missed his report schedule?   Impossible, but when he glanced at the chronometer on the control screen, he saw that he had.  That wasn't a good thing.  Indeed, it was a very bad thing.  "I am sorry sir," he said to his superior at last.  "I appear to have lost track of time while working on my research."

Alpha One looked past Agent X to the labratory table.  "Is that a naked human female on your table?"

"Yes sir, it is considered a valid form of research sir," he said sounding a little defensive even to his own audio receptors. 

Alpha One drummed his long gray slim fingers on his desk for a few seconds while he thought and decided what to say.  Agent X was right in that there was a long tradition of such probing research going back over 900 Cycles or over 600 human years.  Personally, he was doubtful that any additional research in the area was required and in fact such research was part of the reason for the current problem his people were facing.  Finally, he decided to let the issue pass for now and return to the real topic of this conversation.  "Please continue with your report on your progress to eliminate the human space station and the threat it poses to us."

Agent X blew out a mental sigh of relief.  "I attempted to use one of our human pawns in the 'Space for Humans Only' movement to blow up the station using their primitive fusion reactor, but was stymied by the intervention of the station's Defender.  One side outcome of this failed operation is that my analysis indicates there is a 37% chance that this in fact is a new Defender.""

"Is such a change of any benefit to us?" asked Alpha One

"Possibly," replied Agent X. "The new Defender may be more inexperienced and that is a weakeness that we might be able to exploit."

"I see," said Alpha One. "I believe you also mentioned in your last update that the action involving the Rigelian N'Gal showed promise?"

"Yes sir," replied Agent X. "We were only indirectly involved in that operation by helping him bypass station security to obtain the explosives.  The idea and its execution were of his own devising.  Unfortunately, the Defender once again stymied his plan."

"This Defender, new or not is proving to be a major nuisance in our plans," said Alpha One.

"Are we any closer to learning more about the Protectors and their ultimate goals with regards to the establishment of the Blue Crystal Corps and the Defender Corps?" asked Agent X.

"Not really," admitted Alpha One.  "Their level of technology is at least on par with our own and we have not even been able to discover the location of their home planet.  One of our junior analysts has suggested a ridiculous idea that I am loathe even to repeat, but he feels that the Protectors established the Defender Corps at least partially to provide a form of sexual entertainment for the Protectors.  It seems highly unlikely to me that any advanced species would be so interested in the sexual activities of an inferior race."

"That seems hard to believe," agreed Agent X who couldn't help casting a glance over his shoulder at the naked human female on this table who had just had another shuddering orgasm.

Alpha One also noticed the glance, but once more declined to say anything about it.  "What is your next move?" he asked instead.

"I am investigating the possibility of inducing a spatial rift that will suck the station into it and either destroy it or trap it in another dimension," said Agent X promptly.

"Hmm, that sounds good," said Alpha One.  "Be certain that the spatial rift appears natural.  We do not want the humans suspecting there is an outside agency behind these attempts."  

"Yes sir," replied Agent X.  "I should point out, however, that the possibility should begin to occur to them sooner or later.  The humans may not be very bright, but attempts using human agents such as with the fusion reactor are simply not logical for a human to do unless they are suicidal.  Some humans are of course, but the greater probability must surely occur to them that attempts to destroy the station must be originating from agentsexternal to the station who would not be affected by its abrupt termination."

"Humans do not believe in our existence despite the evidence of the last 600 years or more of our interactions," replied Alpha One.  "This is despite the fact that they themselves are now space travellers and have encountered other alien races.  We must strive to keep it that way for the safety of our people.  Continue with your plans.  Alpha One out."

Agent X turned away from the screen and back to his lab table.  He pressed a control and the probe in the woman's vagina withdrew.  Even though he was alone, he glanced around the control room of his spacecraft, hidden in stealth mode a million miles from Dodge Station, as if making sure he was unobserved.  Then, he issued a mental command and his cock slid out of its protective sheath inside his body and he moved between the girl's spread legs.  This type of activity wasn't expressly forbidden by research protocols, but many of the purists frowned on it as the data it generated was totally subjective.  Well fuck the purists and fuck this bitch too he thought as he rammed his cock home into her well primed cunt.

The blonde moaned in her drugged state as she was penetrated.  When he was done with his investigations, he would use the transporter with temporal correction to send her back to the exact moment that she had been removed from.  Other than a slight soreness in certain orifices, she would have no memory of what had happened and her valuable contribution to science.  Agent X began to slam his cock in harder and faster now.  That also was not required by his research parameters, but fuck it felt great.  He reached down and grabbed one of the huge wobbling tits in each of his  six fingered hands and squeezed them.  The females of his species did not possess such marvelous, soft mounds of flesh.  In fact, the females of his species lacked mammary glands and could not even be distinguished from the males until mating was initiated and reproductive organs revealed.  It made for a few awkward moments when courting.

Agent X put these thoughts aside to concentrate on his research.  He tweaked the girl's nipples and watched them become even harder and larger.  His instruments would record the exact size down to the micrometer, but using his fingers was so much more satisffying for reasons he couldn't identify.  Her soft tit flesh seemed to mold itself around his hands and Agent X knew he was close to his climax.  He felt her pussy tighten around his member as she reached her own orgasm and squirted all over his cock.  Fuck, Science and research were wonderful things he thought as he began to empty his spunk into her convulsing sex.

When he was done and the girl cleaned up and her clothes restored, Agent X checked his instruments to make sure it had all been recorded and then transported the girl back to the station.  He sighed and then went back to his planning for the station's destruction.

* * *

Olivia was standing by her desk looking a little odd when Christie went past on her way to the docking ring to meet the Annelidian ship.  "You OK?" she stopped to ask.

"I just feel a little weird is all," said Olivia without her almost habitual air of superiority.  "I went down the hall to see if Deputy Commander Janks was in his office, which he wasn't of course, and then came right back here.  The weird thing is it feels like I was just fucked real good ...," she broke off looking embarrassed.

"Maybe you should check in with Dr. Quinn?" suggested Christie.

Olivia gave her head a shake.  "No, I'll be fine.  You better hurry up and not keep the ambassador waiting."

The snap to the last sentence was back in the Administrative Assistant's voice which convinced Christie more than words could that Olivia was okay and she hurried out the office door.  For just a moment, she had seen something a little vulnerable and afraid in Olivia Tucker.  Maybe there was some hope for the woman.  Perhaps the best thing for her would be to let Ashley take over and find another job that didn't involve an asshole like Vash Polloc.  Maybe pigs could fly too, whatever the hell a pig was.

* * *

The Annelidian ship docked at slip #6 right on schedule.  Ambassador Ixian was identical as far as Christie could see to the picture Olivia had shown her and that prompted her to remember the lesson she had been taught at the Academy about dealing with alien races.  Every species has distinguishing characteristics that help to differentiate the members of the species and make them unique.  Do not fall into the trap of thinking all members of a species look alike she had been told.  That kind of thinking was what contributed  to the racist ideas that it had taken humanity so long to get over.  Probably the Annelidians had the same problem with distinguishing one human from another,

"You have much bigger mammary glands than other human females I have met," said Ixian through the translator medallion hung around what passed for a neck on an Annelidian.

So much for that idea, thought Christie.  "I er wasn't aware you had previous contacts with humans," said Christie as she tried to look for distinguishing characteristics for Annelidians.

Ixian was a little over two meters in length and for the most part about as thick around as her hips though the body tapered to about half that diameter at each end.  The "head" end for a lack of a better term had three yellowish circles that seemed to be the quivalent of eyes though according to the quick skim she had timeto make of Annelidian physiology, they could see more into the inffrared and ultra violets ends of the spectrum than humans could, as well as seeing much better in the dark.  There was a mouth slit, but nothing that Christie could see that resembled ears or a nose.  There were, however, dozens of cilia type structures about the length of her forearms that probably had a sensory function.   Overall, the exterior or skin was a brownish purple, segmented much like an earthworm and had a slight oily sheen to it which if you wanted to be critical, might better be called slimy.

"Just two," replied Ixian and the translator gave his voice a very cultured tone which Christie did her best not to think of as odd coming from such a non human loooking creature.  "They were members of a human scout ship that came into our territory.  I am afraid we almost destroyed their ship, not realizing that such weird looking creatures could be sentient."

The two were conversing as they moved towards a transport pod station.  Ixian had sort of a flatbed, motorized cart that he was travelling on that used magnetic lift instead of wheels.  There were no controls that Christie could see, so possibly the Annelidian controlled it with his thoughts.  That was unusual, but not unheard of.  The transport arrived and they were the first in and it looked like they were going to be the only two passengers as the doors started to close.

"Wait, hold that pod for me!" called a female voice.

Christie reached out to hit the Stop button by the door and the woman came running up.  She wasn't anyone Christie knew, but she was well dressed and likely worked with one of the larger and wealthier companies.  She was about to step into the pod when she saw Ixian and froze.  "Oh, never mind I will take the next pod that doesn't have some horrible alien in it."  She stepped back, the pod door closed and moved away along the tunnel towards the station core.  

"Jeez, I am real sorry about that," said Christie, turning bright red in the face with embarrassment at the woman's rudeness.

"Ah, think nothing of it," replied Ixian.  "I rather suspect if our positions were reversed and you were on our planet, that some of my fellow Annelidians would be just as crude."

"I guess it is sort of good to know that we humans don't have a monopoly on stupidity, said Christie sheepishly.  "Oh, by the way, Station Commander Pollock made reservations for us to eat at Les Original which is the swankiest place on the station.  That's where I programmed the pod for, but if you would rather go to your quarters first, that is up to you."

"The best restaurant on the station eh? said Ixian.  "Your Commander Pollock must really want a trade deal with us."

"That' er is pretty much what I was told," said Christie, thinking back to Olivia's comments when she assigned Christie this duty.  I don't know much about Annelidian dietary requirements though to be honest."

"Well, we don't have those huge fangs you humans do, replied Ixian, "so our diet is mainly liquid nutrients or small easy to digest organisms something along the line of your Earth insects."

Christie's brow furrowed.  "Um, would soup be something you can handle?"

Ixian paused as if running this through his translator.  "Ah yes, liquid broth with small pieces of vegetable and / or animal protein.  That would be most acceptable."

The travel pod deposited them right at the entrance to Les Original.  Charles Tibault, the Maitre'd, was about to use his best sneer and suggest that this obviously junior person and her weird alien pet didnt have a reservation and recommend she try some place more to their stature such as (shudder) Foxies, when he remembered the message from the Station Commander about the extremely important alien VIP.  "Let me show you to your table," he said instead with a bow and led the two to a table next to a viewport.  He clapped his hands and a pair of waiters sprinted over to remove the chairs on one side of the table to accomodate Ixian's cart.  "Francois will be yur server and if there are any problems, please let me know immediately."

"Fuck, they will let just about anything in here now," muttered Marie, the other waiter in a whisper that only Francois could hear.  Neither of them were as their names might suggest French and had only a vague idea of where France was on Earth.  About all they remembered was it was the site of the famous Eiffel Ruins which had been some kind of tower at one time until some anti-vaxxer terrorists had blown it up.  The Frrench government had promptly just sealed off the area and started a new tourist attraction.

"Their tip credits spend just as well as anyone's" said Francois with a shrug and he hurried over to produce the menus which were printed on actual paper  to show the customers how exclusive the restaurant was.  It helped manage expectations for the unwary about what to expect when their heavily padded bill arrived at the end of the meal.

Marie stomped off to a quiet spot and made a call on her wrist communicator.  "This is Sabretooth.  Find Fireman and tell him there is a job for him at the restaurant.  Table 107."

Christie was a little surprised to find herself enjoying the meal with Ixian.  She had never been the Les Original before since a meal here was easily a week's salary for her.  Since Pollock and the station were paying for the meal, she ordered a Filet Mignon steak and baked potato which the menu insisted were real meat and real plant grown, not the synthesized stuff.  Ixian had a bowl of Chicken Noodle soup which she noticed cost almost as much as her steak.  The pair exchanged tidbits about the customs of their own races until Christie excused herself to go to the ladies room.

Christie used the facilities and was washing her hands at the sink when she heard someone enter the washroom behind her.  She didn't think anything of it, but suddenly something metallic was pressed against her neck and she felt a blast of electricity shoot through her body.  Christie dropped to the floor paralyzed.  What the fuck, she thought as she stared up at the ceiling unable to move while she heard her assailant lock the bathroom door.  Fuck, this was not good.

"Best to keep you from interfering with things," said a voice and a moment later the face of the female waiter loomed over Christie.  "Damn, you have got nice big tits," said Marie and cupped one in each of her hands through Christie's dress and began to fondle them.  "I think we got some time for some fun," she said with an evil smile as she stood up and started to remove her clothes.  When the blonde, who was not a true blonde, Christie noticed from the neatly trimmed black mound, was naked she squatted down on Christie's head and began to rub her pussy over the paralyzed woman's face.  As she did this, she undid Christie's dress and with a show of dexterity, managed to push it down past Christie's waist to expose her breasts and panties.

"Oh fuck, it would be a shame to waste these puppies on an alien worm," murmered Marie as she began to squeeze and knead Christie's boobs with some vigour.  After a few minutes of this, she eased Christie's panties down and moved into a 69 position on top of Christie.  While the paralyzed girl couldn't do anything active, Marie ground her dripping snatch into Christie's mouth while her own tongue began to work on Christie's pussy.  "Mmmm, fucking tasty cunt," said Marie.  "It is almost a shame you got to die so you can't identify me, but trust me, I am going to remember this for a long time."  Marie's lips then fastened onto Christie's clit and the waiter began to give some really good service for a change.  When Christie started to squirt in her face a few minutes later,  Marie gasped at the force and volume of the juices splattered all over her face.

"A real fucking squirter aren't you," she laughed and then moving back to crouch over Christie's face, she began to rub her clit furiously until she climaxed and returned the favour by shootting her honey all over Christie's face, though not nearly in the same quantity or with the same amount of force.  "Yeah a real shame you have to be croaked, but it's your own fault for being a dirty alien lover" said Marie as she got off Christie and began to get dressed.  She then picked up the weapon she had used to stun Christie and adjusted the setting to 'lethal'.

Things would have gone bad for Christie if it wasn't for her implant and enhanced healing powers.  A normal human would still have been paralyzed and died when Marie applied her weapon again.  As it was, Christie's hand reached up and seized Marie's wrist as she was lowering the weapon.  "Have a knuckle sandwich on me," said Christie and her other hand formed into a fist and connected with Marie's jaw knocking her out.

Alan Wrangler stepped out of the travel pod and stiff armed Charles out of the way, sending the Maitre d crashing to the floor.  He strode quickly across the restaurant to the table with the filthy alien worm and while he walked, he unfastened the hose and nozzle of the small flame thrower on his back.  "Time to roast some worm," he said with a sneer as he pointed the nozzle at the surprised Ixian and pulled the trigger.  A jet of flame shot out, but was intercepted short of the Annelidian by a black clad figure who stepped inbetween.

"He's not on the menu moron," said Christie.  She hadn't really been expecting trouble or maybe she would not have been surprised by marie's ambush, but she had at the last moment worn her costume in its little black dress mode and after taking care of Marie had returned it to its combat mode.  She was also very glad it was fireproof though the intense flame was a bit on the uncomfortable side.  Best to end this quick, so she stepped forward and applied a haymaker to the would be assassin's jaw.  The nozzle fell from the man's unconscious hand and set the rug on fire with one last spout of flame before the 'dead man' trigger automatically shut off the fire.  Christie cursed at herself for not thinking her attack through better, but the combination of her stamping and a blast of water from the automatic sprinkler system doused the fire in a few seconds.

"Just who is going to pay for all this?" demanded Charles as he appeared suddenly and glowered at the burned and drenched rug.

"That is probably you," snapped Christie as she turned on the pompous imbecile.  "I am assuming you are in charge of hiring and it was one of your waiters who called this moron.  She's tied up in the ladies room and I have already notified station security."  With that, Christie hurried away to find a spot out of sight of everyone and a few minutes later returned in her little black dress in time to watch Luke Allard and a security team marching Marie and the flame thrower away.

"Death to aliens!" screamed Marie.  "Space for Humans only!"

"Oh shut up and keep moving," growled Allard who was not in a good mood after being called in to pick up the pieces after the Defender did her vigilante thing again.  "Another word from you and I will just stop at the nearest airlock and accidently let you escape with tragic consequences."  Marie started to say something back, but saw the look in the security chief's eyes and decided it would be better to safe her voice for her attorney.

* * *

"It was indeed fortunate for me that the Defender came along when she did," agreed Ixian as they walked down the hall towards the quarters assigned to the alien on Level +34.  They put him on a higher level than the Rigelians thought Christie, so they must think they have more money to spend.  When they got to his quarters, they found his luggage had been delivered from the ship.

"Well, you had a long trip and some excitement," said Christie, "so I will let you get some rest.  I think you are supposed to meet with Station Commander Pollock and Deputy Station Commander Janks first thing inthe morning.  I am pretty sure though that Janks will get called away to some emergency or other and so it will probably just be Pollock."

"Please do not go yet," said Ixian.  "I have an unusual request to make of you."

Oh oh, here it comes thought Christie remembering what Brook had to say about aliens and freaky cocks.  "Um, what is it?" she asked while wondering what an unemployed former third junior assistant did to make ends meet on a space station.

"Annelidians do not sleep like you humans do," said Ixian. "We hibernate once a year for a month, but the rest of the time, we are always awake.  I have no need to rest as you termed it and wanted to make good use of my time."

"Er, doing what?" asked Christie again and anticipating the answer.

"Painting, replied  Ixian.

"Look, I like you but s ..., er what did you say?" asked Christie.

"I am a painter," said Ixian.  "It seems to be something our  two cultures share in common.  I brought my paints and canvas with me and I was hoping you would agree to model for me."

"Er, I guess so," replied Christie and so it was a few minutes later she found herself sitting on the bed in her little black dress watching Ixian start to paint.  That was apparently one of the uses those head tendrils were good for as the alien had no less than four brushes at work at the same time.

A few minutes went past before Ixian stopped painting and looked at the results.  "Something is not right," he said and put a fresh sheet of canvas on his easal.  "Would you mind slipping your one arm out of your garment to increase the square area of bare flesh?  I think it would have a better effect that way."

"Um sure," said Christie and she slipped her  right arm out of the dress which allowed the fabric to dangle down and expose the upper swell of her breast.

"Much better, said Ixian and he started to paint rapidly again.  Once more after a few minutes he stopped and examined the results.  "Still not right," he said after a few moments.  "Would you be so kind as to remove the other arm from the dress?"

"Um, Im not wearing a bra," said Christie feeling suddenly a bit nervous.  "If I do that, my breasts are going to be fully exposed."

"Oh not to worry," said Ixian.  "Painting partially clothed forms is a common subject in art isn't it?  Besides I am an alien and it is not as if you are exposing yourself to someone of your own species in a potentialy sexually awkward situation."

"I guess so," agreed a doubtful Christie and she slipped the other arm out of her dress which fell to her waist and exposed her DD plus breasts to the alien's three yellow eyes.  She was surprised when she looked down and saw her nipples were standing up erect.

"My, my you do have quite sizable mammary glands," said Ixian.  My translator informs me that you humans have a number of colloquial names for them such as   breasts, boobs, tits, jugs, melons and many other colourful names.  Now just remain still while I paint those wonderful globes of flesh."

"For someone who says he isn't interested in human females other than as a model, you seem to know a lot about our um physiology, commented Christie.

"Oh, a good painter always researchs his subjects," said Ixian as he began to paint again.  "No, no, it is still not right," he said a few minutes later.  "I say, would you mind removing the dress entirely?"

Christie gaped at the alien for a moment and then shrugged  "Anything for art," she muttered and sliped out of the dress to sit there with only her panties on.

"Hmm, now we need to change your position slightly," said Ixian studying her.  "Please kneel on the bed with your what do you call your upper pair of limbs again?  Oh right, arms, place them on your hips.  Yes just like that, said the alien.  "Now please thrust  your chest forward." 

"Um, like this?" asked Christie as she thrust her breasts forward towards the painter.

"Oh yes, excellent," agreed Ixian and he started a new painting.  "It is much better, but still not right," he said a few minutes later.  "Would you please remove the undergarment you are wearing."

"But that would expose my pus .., vagina, my sexual organ," sputtered Christie.

"Art requires it I am afraid," said Ixian, "and remember human genitals are not a sexual thrill for Annelidians.  I just am interested in getting the painting right."

"Well, ok," said Christie who still felt a little weird despite this assurance as she slipped out of her panties and resumed her kneeling position on the bed.

"Oh that is much much better," said Ixian who went to work with his brushes again.  "I thought human females had follicles down by your reproductive organs?

"Er some do," said hristie, "but most women on space stations seem to prefer shaving all the hair off our pubic mound.  It makes working in space suits easier."

"I see," said Ixian who continued to work.  "Do I see some moisture on your sexual organ?  I believe you called it a vagina?"

Christie looked down at her pussy and blushed as indeed there were a few drops moistening her sex.  "Um, well vagina is the proper medical term, but often in private it might be called a pussy or sometimes cunt which is kind of a cruder term."

"Wht is the significance of the moisture?" asked Ixian as he paused his painting and did the Annelidian equivalent of cocking his head at her.

"Um, well it is a sign of sexual arousement in human females," explained Christie.  "The um fluid acts as a lubricant that helps the er male penis to penetrate the female."

"Oh yes, our slime acts the same way for us," said Ixian as he resumed painting.  "So you are becoming sexually aroused by modelling for me?"

"No!" Christie said loudly.  "Well ok, yes a little just from the action of being totally naked."

"Ah, I see," said Ixian pausing again.  "It is an odd concept for us Annelidians as we do not have clothes and so are in fact naked all the time."

"Um, what kinds of things make an Annelidian sexually aroused then?" asked Christie.

"Oh many things, some of which are probably too subtle to explain to an alien such as yourself.  It might be the way a person wiggles their rearmost segment, how they wave their tendrils about in a particular fashion and of course painting."

"Painting?" squeaked Christie.

"Yes, did I not mention that before?" said Ixian who paused to study his work.  "It is often used as a method of foreplay among Annelidians."

"I know I am going to rregret asking this," said Christie slowly, "but how would I as a human know if an Annelidian is sexually excited?"

"Oh in much the same way as your human males do," said Ixian as he made another brush stroke.  "You would see our sexual organ become erect due to engorgement with circulatory fluid.  Hmm, I believe you referred to the male human sexual organ as a penis?""

"Um, yes that is the medical term," agreed Christie.

"Does it have colourful names as do your boobs and cunt?" asked Ixian.  "I do hope I am using the jargon correctly."

"Er, well I suppose they are ok in private like I said," said Christie.  "Um, probably the most common term for the penis is cock, but er it might also be called a dick,  member,  prick or sometimes guys who are kind of vain about their cocks er penises give them pet names like um 'bitch tamer' and so forth."

"Bitch?" asked Ixian and he paused  to consult his translator.  "That refers to a female of the near extinct species of domesticated animal called a dog.  Does that name when applied to a human female imply she would have sexual relations with a male dog?"

Christie coloured bright red.  "I um suppose it sort of implies it, but most human females would not fuck a dog or another lower animal."

"Fuck," repeated Ixian again and once more consulted his translator.  "Oh a very versatile word.  You can use it as a verb for the action of sexual relations, but it can also be an adjective as in you have fucking nice tits or even used as a noun such as the person who tried to kill me was a dumb bucker."

"Yeah we humans use it a fuck of a lot," muttered Christie.

"I find learning alien terms to be quite exciting," said Ixian.  "It is almost as good as painting when it comes to foreplay for us."

"Er, you are getting sexually excited?" asked Christie a bit nervously.

"Yes, would you like to see?" inquired Ixian who paused his painting one more time.

"No!" said Christie more loudly than she intended again.  "Um, well maybe I am just a little bit curious," she finally admitted, silently cursing the over active sex drive her implant gave her which already had her nipples hard and her pussy wet.

"Then in the interests of the relations between our two species, I should accomodate your curiousity," said Ixian as he put his paint brushes down and rolled over partly on his side and Christie stared bug eyed as a huge purple phallus began to emerge, dripping a slightly purple slime.  "You can see the slime we secrete to help perform lubrication," said Ixian.

"Oh yes, very clearly," said Christie after several attempts at clearing her throat to speak.

"Would you like to touch it?" asked the alien.

"Oh fuck yes," blurted out Christie  as she watched the purple slime coated cock sway back and forth and her own pussy twitch in time with it.

"Very well," said Ixian and his cart moved over next to the bed and the Annelidian heaved himself onto the mattress, rolling onto its back so its large cock was sticking straight up into the air, a long long way up into the air noted Christie.  The dark haired girl reached out a slightly shaking hand to wrap her fingers around the thick girth and instantly felt her hand coated in the slippery slime dribbling from it.  "That feels quite pleasant," said Ixian.  "Do you humans have a term for such stimulation?"

"Um, it's called a hand job," said Christie as she started to slide her hand up and down the length of the massive alien cock.  "It is sometimes just a preliminary to um more intimate sexual interaction."

"Oh, Such as?" inquired Ixian.  "That penetration you mentioned earlier?"

"Yeah,it could be that, or this," said Christie and she lowered her mouth over the tip of Ixian's cock and began to suck on it.  It tasted like grapes she decided as she slithered her tongue around the head and swallowed some of the slightly purple slime.

"That feels even better than the handjob," moaned Ixian.  "What is it called?"

"Um, it is a blowjob," said hristie removing the cock from her mouth to reply and then slipping it between her lips again and this time going deeper.

"Very strange since it seems to involve sucking rather than blowing," said Ixian.  "Please continue um bitch.  Did I use that term correctly?"

"Yes," mumbled Christie as she continued to take more and more of the alien cock into her mouth and then opened up her throat to allow it in further still.

I must inform you that if you continue to perform this blowjob, that I am going to release significant quantities of semen shortly," said Ixian and somehow the translator made it sound like his breathing was getting faster.

"Sounds good to me," mumbled Christie around the cock in her throat and she began to play her tongue over the underside of the shaft.

"If I have the idiom correct," gasped Ixian, "then I am fucking just about ready to cum."

Christie later decided that "significant" was an understatement as what seemed like several liters of warm Annelidian spunk began to flood down her throat.  The grape taste got stronger and she locked her lips as tight about Ixian's cock as she could and swallowed until she was fuller than even Zork had managed.

"Ah, that was fucking amazing," said Ixian after Christie finally released his cock from her mouth and collapsed onto her back on the bed with cum dribbling out of her mouth.

"You can say that again," said Christie thickly and swallowed more cum to clear her mouth.  "I love the taste of your cum."

"Really?" asked Ixian.  "Annelidian females sometimes do not.  Would you be interested in further sexual relations as it seems  my cock is still quite hard."

Christie looked down between her heaving breasts at the still very hard alien cock and found herself nodding her head. "Yeah, crawl on up here and fuck me with that monster pussy filler of yours."

"That sounds very stimulating," said Ixian and he rolled over and moved on top of the dark haired human girl.

The slime on his skin quickly coated pretty much every inch of Christie's skin, but she didn't mind in the slightest as it was warmed by the Annelidian's higher body temperature and felt kind of nice.  She felt the heat of his cock at the entrance to her pussy and then felt it begin to slide inside her.  "Yeah baby, fuck me wit that big nasty alien dick of yours."

"Oh fuck," gasped Ixian.  "Your human cunt feels quite nice around my cock."  With that the giant worm like creature began to undulate its body, moving its cock in and out of Christie's pussy at a rapidly increasing speed.

"Oh yeah, keep going," cried Christie as she felt her pleasure increase at what seemed like an exponential rate.  She wrapped her long, strong legs around the Annelidian to take him deeper into her pussy as she stared into those sexy yelllow eyes spots.  Her mouth gaped open and she got another surprise when a long, slime coated tongue flicked out and into her mouth.

"mmmmmm glub urk," was about all that she could get out as the tongue of the alien swirled around in her mouth and then down her throat as her lips closed about it.  The slime on the tongue was slightly different she thought, maybe the difference between red and green grapes.  It was all to much for the dark haired girl and she began to climax and felt her squirting juices mix with the Annelidian slime in her pussy.

"I am going to er cum again," cried Ixian and a second batch of his cum poured into Christie in just as much volume as the first load had been in her mouth.

* * *

Several hours later and after several more rounds of fucking, the two sentient beings lay exhausted next to each other on the bed.  Ixian's tongue was lightly playing over Christie's nipples as her hand tesed his cock.  "Um, will you answer a question for me?" asked Christie.

"Anything you want," replied Ixian.

"Was that whole painting routine just a ruse to seduce me?"

"Yes and no," replied Ixian after a short pause.  "I really am a painter and I enjoy it very much, but I was also hoping to, hmm what is the human phrase, get into your panties?"

"You got into a lot more than my panties," giggled Christie.

"I do not wish for misunderstandings," said Ixian.  "I felt very sexualy attracted to you, especially after you saved my life today.  Engaging in sexual relations when such a bond is created is common among my people."

"Um, that was the Defender who saved you, not me," pointed out Christie.

Ixian's head region swayed slightly from side to side in a negative gesture.  "My tendrils provide me with something equivalent to your sense of smell and they cannot be fooled by a mere change in clothes.  It was you who saved my life, but I understand you wish to keep your Defender identity secret.  I oweyou a life debt and would die before I betray your secret."

"Thanks for that," replied Christie warmly and oddly enough she felt she could trust the Annelidian's word more than many humans she had met.  

"I have heard of the Blue Crystal Corps and the Defender Corps, but never met one," said Ixian.  "I am hoping that one day a Defender will be assigned to our world.  As for the sexual activities, er I mean fucking, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," said Ixian.

"I sure did," saidChristie as she felt Ixians cock harden again under her touch.  "Do you wan to have another go?  We have a couple of hours until your meeting with Pollock."

"Can I fuck your ass again?" asked Ixian.  "I quite enjoyed that.  I have to be honest though that I cannot allow our sexual pleasure to affect my professional duties to obtain the best treaty possible for my people."

I couldn't respect you if you could be swayed from your duty by a nice ass," replied Christie.  As for that ass, it is all yours baby," and she rolled over onto her stomach and feeling the alien quickly mount her well lubed ass and begin to fuck her yet again.  

* * *

"So did you?" asked Brook when Christie walked into their shared office at the start of the work day.

Christie saw Ashley turn her head from her screen to listen in.  "Yeah," said Christie.   "I slept with the worm.  You were right.  Huege freaky cock and it was fantastic.  We fucked all night long!"

"Ew, what a whore," said Ashley and went back to work.  Brook just smiled and gave Christie a high five.


The End