Swallowing, Jason went ahead, pushing through the bushes and entering the clearing. Nick was a half dozen steps behind him, urging him to continue forward. Jason had to keep himself steady with every step. Right now he wanted nothing more than to leave, but he knew Nick wouldn't agree. All too soon he was almost within arms reach, his heart was pounding in his chest. He raised his free hand tentatively, his fingers stretching out and tapping against the hull of the ship. It was cool to the touch and firm like metal. When nothing happened as he touched it, Jason relaxed slightly, resting his entire palm against it. Nothing had happened. It hadn't exploded or disintegrated his hand or anything.
He looked back at Nick, breathing out a sigh of relief, "Happy now? Can we please leave?" He was amazed he had been able to actually force himself into the clearing and to touch the ship.
"I can't believe you actually did it," Nick grinned back at him, "You're braver than I thought you were." Jason was as surprised as he was. Suddenly Jason couldn't feel the ship against his hand and the grin completely vanished from Nick's face in an instant. "Jason!"
He heart sank and he whirled around to see where he had touched the ship had opened and a figure was rising from it. Jason moved to stumble back, desperate to get away from the ship and whatever was getting out of it, but before he could move so much as a foot a hand reach out and grabbed him by the coat. The flashlight fell from his hand as he grasped at the hand trying to fend it off. The interior of the ship was brightly illuminated, enough to light up the entire clearing in a soft blue glow. Jason could only take in the fewest of details as he tried getting away from the alien. It was taller than him, towering over him by more than a foot. It was clad in some sort of black ridged armor, from head to toe, including some sort of flat faced helmet that he couldn't make out anything through. The hand grabbing him seemed human enough from what he could tell, the five fingers clutched in a fist and holding onto him.
"Jason!" Nick yelled, running up to him. He didn't get far, before the alien just shoved him back with one hand, sending him to the dirt.
The alien stepped out of the ship, one long leg rising up and over it after the other, and it easily held onto Jason one-handed. He knew this had been a bad idea, and now what was going to happen to the two of them? He tried to prepare for the worst, closing his eyes to block out whatever horror the alien was going to inflict onto the two of them. But nothing happened after a few seconds. He was still trapped by one hand but nothing else happened. Cautiously he opened one eye. The alien was simply standing there, making sure he didn't escape.
What was going on? Fear was still racing through him, but it hadn't vaporized him, or eaten him, or something far worse yet. Jason opened his other eye, first looking over to Nick, who seemed unhurt, but was staying as still as he was on the ground. His eyes quickly returned to his captor and for the first time, he actually looked at them, at what was clearly a woman. With a few moments to actually take in the alien's appearance, he looked her up and down. The black armor was similar to the hull of the ship but slightly duller, more interestingly to his teenage mind was how tightly the suit was on the alien's figure. He was as scared as ever, but he couldn't help it as his eyes roamed alone the much taller creature's curves, from her long legs, to her wide hips and up to her narrow waist. The ridges along the armor hid some of her figure, but for the most part, it seemed like it was skin tight on her. His gaze moved still higher, lingering on what would have been an enormous rack on any other woman, but seemed fit the alien's body perfectly. Along one hip there was some sort of box-like device. The only thing he couldn't make out was any details of her face. The flat faced helmet didn't hint at anything, and the swept back nature of it didn't help.
Jason didn't know what to do, or what to expect. He was at least a bit grateful that his attacker wasn't some complete monster. The helmeted head looked from him and then down at Nick. Then to Jason's renewed shock and fear, as the alien looked back at him and her other hand reached forward, not to grab his chest, it went lower, moving between his legs and cupping his crotch. A flash of terror bolted through him, at the sudden idea of her crushing him in her strong grip, but she didn't. Instead, her touch was almost gentle, as if she was trying to confirm that he did have something between his legs. At feeling something though her hand didn't move away, it tightened slightly, as if examining him through his pants. The feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant, and in other circumstances, Jason would be thrilled to have a woman grabbing at his crotch, he just never had an alien in mind.
"What is it doing to you?" Nick stammered from the ground.
"I have no idea," Jason barely managed out.
Thankfully the hand pulled away from him a moment later and a strange series of sounds came from the helmet. They had a musical tone to them, but aside from that Jason couldn't get anything from them. The helmeted head cocked to the side and several more notes came from it before a pulsing light from the inside of the ship drew her attention. She looked away from him and at the light for a few moments before turning back to him. Her hand moved again, but this time it moved to her hip, pressing against the small box. It seemed to do something to her suit, the top of it connecting it to the helmet seemed to move as if it was a liquid. The hand moved up, taking the helmet by the face-plate and pulling it up and off before she tossed it back into the ship. She turned back to Jason, her face completely uncovered.
He gasped looking up at her. Where he had been grateful that it wasn't some slimy beast that had grabbed him from an alien ship, he hadn't even thought to expect the alien to possess the sort of figure it did, or upon seeing her face for her to be so beautiful. It was in an alien way, of course, but Jason had still been fearing a set of razor-sharp jaws, or eight different eyes, or for her not to even have a face. Instead was greeted him was a very human face. Two eyes, a nose, one mouth. The skin on her face was green, and her nose was fairly small and slightly flat. Along her forehead, her skin began turning black and it ran down the sides of her head. From there two sets of horns rose up, one set flowed back along her head, the other curled forward, before bending back and running along her short green and black tipped pointed ears. Instead of hair, she seemed to have several dozen long tendril-like dreadlocks that ran down her back. Her eyes were black, with softly glowing green iris. Her lips were as black as her eyes. She brushed a hand through her hair, letting it hang a bit looser as she spoke again, the musical note like words, while pleasant to hear were completely meaningless to Jason.
"I don't understand," Jason said. "I'm sorry," he added as if that would help.
She looked over to Nick, making several sounds when he didn't understand any better than Jason, she looked back at him, seeming slightly frustrated. Given how she stood over him, and how strong she was, she actually didn't seem that dangerous or threatening, for the moment at least. It seemed like she could break him in half if she wanted, but so far everything had been going better than expected. Her tight grip on the front of his hoody finally loosened and then entirely released. For a moment, Jason considered making a run for it. It was the first chance he had to get away. A look down at her long, seemingly toned legs didn't bring him any confidence in his ability to escape from her. Thoughts of escape were suddenly shoved far from his mind as he felt her hand again press against the crotch of his jeans. She spoke again, and if he had to guess it sounded like a question, but he didn't have any idea what it was.
"I don't know what you're asking," Jason said. Her hand pressed against his crotch more firmly, rubbing against him. It sent a sudden shiver through him, the insistent touch not pulling back this time. She looked down at him, cocking her head to the side again, looking him right in the eyes as she spoke more musical notes. It didn't mean anything to him, but having a beautiful woman pressing against his crotch was enough to make him blush, even if she was an alien. Seeing him blush she suddenly spoke quickly for several seconds and then looked down at him expectantly. He had no idea how to respond to any of this, the ship being here, her touch, the questions she might be asking. "I don't understand," he said again, shrugging. This seemed hopeless.
