Lost in Space.
A story I wrote after a friend of mine had almost had a panic attack after a close encounter with a large huntsman spider that had taken up residence in my bathroom. He had wondered whom the hell I was talking to while I was showering. My lovely huntsman was sitting three quarters of the way up the tile wall and looking at me as she normally did while I was showering and I was having a conversation with her as I normally did. The big spider raced up the wall on his entrance and then hung upside above his head. I pointed upwards and he almost fell over trying to get back out the door.
It led to a discussion of spiders and after telling him that almost all the ones he saw were female, larger by up to 100 times the size of the male, he suggested that my big hairy friend was more interested in my cock than me!
I got to thinking what a human would do if they found themselves outcast on a planet full of sentient sexy spiders.
Please enjoy.
"Mane, do you really like this?" I asked softly. (Mane is pronounced Maar nay).
The little blue creature didn't really understand my words but I knew that she could understand my tone. She leaned into my chest and kissed my nipple. It was enough for me to believe that the little woman was enjoying my attentions.
I called her a woman, but in reality I didn't really know what sex she was. Like all of her species she had what I called a pussy. A tight, barely visible puckering of skin between her little legs that got wet and opened up when she was sexually excited. However, below her highset opening she had another piece of flesh that I named a cock. However, it wasn't like mine, a normal human cock, hers was more like a curly tail, almost like a pig from Earth. Below that was a singular globe. I called it a ball but it seemed to have more functions than simply production of spermatozoa, squeeze it gently and the opening flooded with lubricant. Rub it gently and the cock uncurled and became a straight, broad and very hard plug of flesh. I had seen that plug rammed into others of her species and seemed to lock and do something that had the recipient moaning and groaning in ecstasy.
Mane was like a lot of her species in that regard but she also had four round globular mounds on her torso. Each of them had little nubbins on the tips that were very similar to an Earth woman's nipples. Sucking on them caused great pleasure to the little creature. Holding them and squeezing them could almost make them pass out with bliss. I had seen their offspring and they did not suckle from the four wonderful little globes. In fact where they did suck was from glands underneath the armpits, or what I considered arms, there were four of them that sprouted like wings from their broad backs. The ends of the appendages had flexible suction cup like hands and were far more mobile than my own four fingers and thumb.
Correspondingly they had four legs as well. They did not move like spiders. They walked more like dogs or cats. They had a singular opening that they expelled wastes, liquid and solid, between the rear pair of legs.
In keeping with their fours they had four eyes but only two ears. Big floppy things that looked real cute on their largish heads on the end of a slender neck. You could not touch their ears unless you were very close to them. By being close, you had to be mating with them! I had seen many a fight, brutal and quick when one of them had caressed the ears of another without permission or in the right situation or mood.
They had wide, full lipped mouths. Only one of them and a set of teeth behind those lips that reminded me of long fanged cats. Their grins could be quite feral at times and it takes a long time to read whether they are happy or angry. Most of the signs come from the ears and the eyes. Stiff upright ears and that grin is one of happiness, perhaps even arousal. Down and sitting on their heads closely and you could find your throat ripped out. For the main, almost flopping like a Labrador and you were in their good books.
Their eyes are two different colours. The middle ones normally a shade of blue or green. The outside ones deep brown, some almost black. They have no pupils. If all eyes turned brown or black you were looking at a very angry, almost murderously enraged being. All blues or greens then they were extremely contented. It took a lot to make the eyes change colour but when they did you either run for your life or sit quietly and wait for your reward.
There are two distinct sets of beings on this world and they are denoted by the colour of their skin. My first impression was that the females are the blue skinned individuals because only the totally blue skinned have breasts. The other set of beings are what they refer to as yellows, in my ignorance I called them males. They have a lighter shade of blue skin interspersed with yellow stripes that run diagonally across their bodies. From a distance the yellows appear totally yellow but when they come closer one can see the distinctive striping. Yellows have no breasts except for the small protrusion of their nipples.
Individuals are easy to recognise by their shade of skin, pattern of stripes on the yellows which differ greatly from being to being. Their faces are as unique as humans with family members the only ones that can be a little confusing at times until you check their eyes and ears. The fur of the ears are as distinctive as facial features.
They call themselves by some incomprehensible name. I cannot pronounce it. They have allowed me to refer to them as Tarantulas because that is as close as I can get. There are several mouth twisting tongue biting syllables that are in the middle there somewhere but whenever I use the term I normally get pricked up ears and wide mouthed grins. Tarantula is probably appropriate for them in my mind with their eight limbs and busy heads but I have great respect for them. Even though they do not come up much higher than the bottom of my ribcage and I stand almost 190 cm high they could pick me up and throw me way across the ground before I could even move to defend myself.
It was how I was treated when I first crash landed on this planet almost 10 cycles ago. A male, no tits and yellow stripes, grabbed me in my pilot's seat and threw me across the clearing. Seat and all! He had ripped it and me from the interior of my downed scout ship then scurried to cover my fragile body just as my ship exploded.
Dazed, hurt and unable to understand a word my rescuer was saying to me I could only watch as the only way home was reduced to a pile of twisted rubble as my drive engine disintegrated. Fortunately the onboard computer had erected emergency forcefields and threw the subatomic chamber and highly radioactive materials back into space using an especially built transporter system that was part of the safety protocols. A bright flash a couple of hundred thousand klicks above us saved this little planet from destruction by my stupidity.
Stupidity, I admit, not entirely of my own making but dumb decisions nonetheless. I was on a routine perimeter sweep for the fleet of colony ships and escorts heading for a newly claimed planet that it seemed no-one else wanted. Surprisingly the United Worlds Congress had welcomed the human colonisation with open arms. The planet was a huge version of Earth. Oceans, big land masses and wonderfully clean air. It's only problem: Huge, mobile meat eating plants. They had defied all efforts by other species to eradicate them and the loss of new colonists had seen several species give up on it. Us Earthlings decided we could cope. I hope they do.
Anyway back to my perimeter sweep. My sensors picked up a small stream of radioactive material paralleling the course of the fleet. It was not very big but it was unusual. I hit the comms and got a scientist that said he would like a sample if I could get one. Simple. Teleport a capture probe out into the middle of the little cloud. Retrieve it. Store in a secure field. Carry on sweep. Yeah, all good until I got the sample back and found out the fucking thing was alive! Not only that, it seemed I had scooped up one of the kids. Mum and Dad hit my ship like a ton of asteroids and I was spiralling out of control at lightspeed in the opposite direction to the fleet. No comms.
I ejected the probe. Mum and Dad left me alone. The damage was already too great for me to survive. I had no spacesuit. Who needs one when you are in a little ship that is supposedly almost indestructible? I at least still had sensors and a drive. I scanned. I cursed and then I wept. Here I was not quite 20 cycles old and I was going to die alone in space.
I recorded my last message, sent it off in a high speed probe in the direction of the fleet and decided to try and get my ship to somehow turn using my thrusters in controlled bursts. It would be like trying to turning a juggernaut with an aerosol thruster but I reckoned I could at least get it pointed back in the direction of the fleet before my limited life support would shut down. It seemed to be working and I had hope but then I couldn't avoid some anomaly that popped up in the midst of the wide arc turn I was attempting. It was a cloud of some sort. I couldn't get a read. I hit it right in the middle and the world went bright white for a few seconds until the anomaly was behind me. However, now I was in even more trouble. I had no fleet on my long range scanners and the computer was telling me that I had time shifted about a thousand cycles!
I slammed the console in frustration and that was when I lost total control of the ship. Something must have been loosened in the attack by the radioactive beings and my thruster systems went off line. My main engine coughed and Martha, my computer, emotionlessly told me that I was going to die.
I drifted for another day according to the chronometer on board. Then I felt the ship moving on its own. I cleared the tint on the cockpit windows and saw a small planet off my starboard bow. Somehow I got caught up in the gravity of the little planet and my ship was going down!
Well, I thought to myself, at least it won't be my body in an alloy shell drifting all alone in space. It will be in a tangled metal coffin probably buried in the ground on some uncharted world. I, strange person that I am, found that a comfort as the ship hit the atmosphere and I braced for impact.
One thing about Earth designed ships. The engineers are very good at being pessimistic. They build in all of these redundant systems that are designed to try and keep the pilot alive no matter what the circumstances. I was absolutely gobsmacked when my little craft suddenly slid wings out from its sleek sides and a huge parachute erupted from the tail and jerked me like a dog with a rat. I found myself gliding, almost floating, through the atmosphere. Martha even almost joyously informed me that the atmosphere was almost M class. Higher than normal oxygen but I would adapt. The parachute let go! I was still falling at a rate that my human body was not going to survive.
