Treasure 7a

Treasure Ch 7 A - In line with the series but not a Timeline we have visited.

The previous story was supposed to be last and then I created the prequel. I must admit I am having too much fun in this Genre. Apologies IF I am screwing with minds.

Remember my limited understanding of Timelines. Infinite number according to Steven Hawkings.

So as each of us moves forward we make decisions. Do I turn left or right? Do I go to the grocery store or the local hardware store first?

As a romantic, 'Do I continue to love someone that does not feel the same intensity towards me?' In my case, at 65 years old, I have come to my own understanding...that I love her and 'that...is that'. Being an old-style romantic has its difficulties.

I have no idea how long it will be, or what twists and turns might develop. THAT is the magic of life and multiple timelines.

All humans and creatures are over 18 years of age. All humans and creatures are figments of my mind and are not meant to represent any creatures that walk our earth. If one does, please send me an email with a picture or video attached.

What do you do in a timeline?

You would not know about the others, so...what and who cares!

***

Months before his 65th Birthday...

Drew pushed off with his paddle from the sands of the launch beach at Port, Avila Beach. He was alone on the water once again. Being the morning person he was, he was always on the water a bit after Daybreak.

Therefore alone...AGAIN.

He had only dated one woman that would go Kayaking with him. Her response when asked to get up at dawn to see nature's bounty of wild creatures, smooth water, and quiet serenity of the harbor...well her profanity laced diatribe, was not pleasant. Admittedly, her being 10 years younger and doing the diatribe with 'been fucked real well hair' softened the blow of her words.

This time of year, the water was glass this early. The sea creatures would be out looking for breakfast. He had seen otters feeding on crab, sea lions sitting on the docks, pods of dolphins close to the pier, and harbor seals.

The winged rats (sea gulls) would be out looking for an easy steal, fisherman's bait, trash can fodder, or dead fish washed up on the sand. He knew the pelicans would still be gathered on the flat rock. Keeping warm huddled together as the sun burnt off the haze.

It was not until afternoon when the Los Osos breeze kicked in that things got interesting. Too many times, he had helped play 'search and rescue' when the winds created the swells and pushed the tourist idiots towards the tall cliffs. They would panic and then begin to understand that gym muscles did not translate into practiced paddling muscles.

Drew turned right after the small tourist launch breakwater and headed for the pier. As he cruised by the low breakwater, he started to notice the sounds. Every place in the world has sounds. From the shifting of ice in the Antarctic to the sounds of a hundred creatures in a rainforest.

Sounds, he was trying to hear the morning sounds and there were none.

Yes, sure, he could hear the slapping of waves, but where was the barking of the seals? Where was the cawing of the gulls?

He had paddled out one before under strange circumstances. The last time of quiet was caused by a Great White cruising through the bay. He knew when he launched that it had been spotted the previous day. He was not worried then and not now. 'Bruce" from Jaws was not real and his kayak did not smell or mirror the shape of a sealion.

As he neared the pier, he looked at the pier deck railing and was shocked.

There, sitting wing to wing, was something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. Seagulls, with a few pelicans interspersed, stared at him as his kayak slid through the water. From his angle, he could see part of the railing on the other side of the pier, and it too was littered with sitting foul.

The birds frightened him more than the silence of the seals and sealions. Birds could care less if a shark were nearby. But here they sat, silently watching his pier approach.

He slid through the legs of the pier and still the sounds, or lack of them, brought his senses to a heightened state. As he cleared the pier and did his left turn to take him to the 'flat rock,' he paused.

Drew was your regular guy. Not an ex-navy seal, or some buff piece of 65-year-old masculinity. He was your normal guy with normal intelligence. He was just a retired, 'work part time at the hardware store' type of guy.

He paused and looked around. He just floated and listened to the lapping of the water at the pilings and the distant splash of the minor waves at the distant beach.

'Why am I so spooked' he asked himself mentally.

He lightly spun the kayak in a gentle 360. looking to see if there was something, some glint into why it seemed so odd. His looking up did not help. Here he was on the opposite side of the pier, being quietly watched by the matching set of feathered denizens that watched him from the other side.

'Ok...we either pussy out and head back, or pull the big boy shorts up and head to the small beach by the flat rock' he thought to himself again as the kayak completed it 360.

With its nose pointed at the flat rock across the bay he decided. 'Big Boy shorts it is,' he thought as he dug in his paddle and the kayak slid forward.

And that decision defined a split in the timeline.

***

A few months before his paddle.

Drew was out sitting on the porch enjoying this early morning on a cool summer day. His lover Jeanne was still sleeping in his bed. No matter how old he got, it made him smile until it hurt. To know she was sleeping next to him the previous night, just made his heart skip beats.

He was lucky. He could still make love to her for hours and the thought of her orgasms fed his ego, and his libido. He was tempted to go wake her with a kiss on the butt cheeks that poked out from bed covers when he skipped out to the kitchen this morning.

He only got to enjoy this thrill every couple of months. He was persona-non-grata with her family for breaking up her marriage. So, in a way they were back to sneaking around like when they were having the affair.

It was not something Drew was proud of. This one affair was the only time he had ever approached a married woman. But they had been lovers for many years before her marriage. She was his first true love back at the beginning of adulthood. His romantic soul never forgot her, nor of the magical force she had within him. It was no excuse for him starting and participating in an affair, just a brunt fact now.

For Drew, she brought a light into his soul each time he looked into her eyes. Even now, when she had time and could sneak away to savor a time with him, he took in every second.

He heard his dog give a short playful bark and knew Jeanne was up and moving about the house. A vision of loveliness came to the screen door in her robe with a demure smile. She used her index finger to call him over.

"Come inside, I want you inside me again," she whispered through the screen.

Drew may have been slow at times, but he knew that making love to her had always been one of magic for him. There was never any option for him. Just being close to her had him rock hard in a second.

He opened the screen door, but she did not move but took her hand and snaked it around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

She tasted of coffee. He had made a pot for her that morning. While he was not a coffee aficionado, that coffee on her lips was a nectar he wanted to keep tasting.

She slid the hand from his neck, down his body to grip the top of his shorts above his hardened cock. She turned and pulled him along back to the master suite for several more hours of lovemaking before she headed home to LA.

***

Drew continued to paddle across the bay. He dug deep with his paddle and felt his kayak glide across the water. He was in no hurry. But he did enjoy the pull on his back and shoulders. It had been too long since he had dropped his boat in the sea.

The 'doing it alone thing' continued to bother him. But for this moment in time. The strain on his muscles, the smell of brine and the muted sunrise was a perfect blend for his depressed mood. It had been 3 months since he had a few days with Jeanne, and he missed her.

Drew missed her, missed being around her quite a bit. But it had always been this way. His feelings and desire for her were not matched and reciprocated or so the therapist continually reminded him. He knew her rules and knew better than to press her. Pressing her was the quickest way to have her 'head for the door' in any version of a relationship they held. And after many attempts and much consternation, the term 'relationship' was banned from his vocabulary around her. She had a deep phobia of being hemmed in, at least by him.

A commotion in the water one hundred feet in front of him began. He had never seen one in real life, but it looked like a whale 'halo.' A circle caused by a whale feeding below and pushing the small fish to the surface. Usually, the halo was a precursor to a whale breaching its head above the water.

But again, the oddity of the day struck him. Normally, at least in the YouTube videos, the gulls and pelicans would be feasting on the fish driven to the surface.

Drew looked behind him and his soul shook. Hundreds of beady bird eyes looked to the halo and then at him from the pier. No sound, just hundreds of beady eyes bouncing from his to the disturbance.

None had taken flight. They just sat, stared and were silent.

Drew was so intent on looking at the scary sight behind him that he had not noticed that his last great dip with his paddle had sent him skimming towards the circle oddity. Nor had he noticed that the circle was moving towards him.

He finally spun from the watchers at the pier as the edge of the circle bisected his kayak. He looked down into the water as he slid fully into the circle. There was a light below the surface of the water. Muted light but light, nonetheless.

It flickered for a moment and then seemed to grow in intensity.

There was a bright flash.

Then the circle vanished, leaving calm, glassy water in its wake.

Drew and his Kayak were nowhere to be seen.

***

Drew awoke in a room of white. A tall insectoid creature, in of all things a white Lab coat was standing next to him looking at a pad in his hands.

'Human, you have finally awoken," Drew heard in his head, 'you seemed to have taken the &$#@# harder than expected.'

'Oh, I can see that you did not get the full translation...let me look for the proper name,' the head of the creature tilted slightly towards his pad.

'Ah yes here it is 'stun ray,' Drew again heard in his head.

Since Drew assumed he was having a nightmare or he had gone insane, he kept his mouth shut and just tried to survive this crazy, mental episode.

'So can you understand me human?' the grasshopper-like creature asked Drew.

Drew just nodded his head in the affirmative.

'Can you speak mind to mind to me?"

'I have no idea,' Drew thought to himself.

'Oh good, I was hoping you would be of use' he paused for a moment.

'It would be such a shame to dispose of you just because of stupid mistake.'

Drew noticed the phrase 'dispose of' and he shuddered to know he had no control, did not know where he was and was communicating with a "

fucking alien

."

'Ah they are here' the grasshopper in a lab coat commented.

Part of the wall dissolved, and three stunning female aliens walked into the room. Drew knew they were female because the shifts they wore were at best gossamer. From a quick inspection, Drew guessed they were five'6" light purple almost bluish skin tone. Their skin was a patterned iridescent and seemed to be smooth, but the pattern seemed more snakeskin like.

They were bipedal with a narrow build. their breasts stood out from their chests in more of a cone shape. They had pronounced nipples, so mammalian in nature.

Their heads had an odd shape to them. Like a fish, was the best of which he could think. Streamlined from the tip of their nose past their cheeks to odd, shaped ears. Their ears were almost fanlike and flattened to their heads. Their heads had a larger cranium that was of the same streamline design. Their hair looked like dreads but sleek dreads as if they were covered in satin.

They had walked in with a pattern. One of the females was in front, with the other two equally spaced behind the lead and each other. They also walked and stepped in unison.

Drew naturally assumed it was a hierarchal issue.

They walked up to the Grasshopper and did a formal head bow in unison. The lab coated grasshopper and what Drew thought were the 'triplets' stared into each other's eyes. Drew assumed they were communicating.

As Drew watched the hair seemed to move of its own accord. The tips flicked and wove slight patters while they were not moving.

While the 'discussion' was happening between the four aliens the wall disappeared, and a new alien stepped into the room. the creature was decidedly female with pronounced breasts and unfettered nipples behind its smock. It was of an entirely different race. A roundish face, more humanoid in appearance compared to the triplets, with grey-green skin. Antenna protruded from the hairline on her forehead. She had cone shaped ears that seemed to rotate.

"You asshole!' she commented in perfect earth American English as she stood slack jawed, looking at Drew.

"Do you know how much research this asshole has destroyed?" She paused to breathe.

"Do you?" she stated loudly as she turned to the other four aliens.

"And you bring him into this timeline?" She continued to rant at the other four beings.

"There was a misunderstanding," commented the large Grasshopper in a lab coat.

The cone eared alien shifted her stare to the "triplets."

"Well?" the antenna alien asked of the sleek threesome.

The lead alien 'triplet' took a step forward and was immediately followed by the other two in formation.

'We could feel him from a distance,' She spoke in his mind. Drew could feel it and hear it in his mind, yet his mind could not wrap around the fact.

She had a melodious voice that resonated in him beyond simple hearing. He seemed to think of colors as he listened.

Feeling the 'vibrations' in his head, he felt his lower brain reacting immediately. The sheet covering him started to tent.

'He could be one of the 'needed' in our quest to bring closure to our fertility issue.' she continued to 'sing.' Drew could hear a light thrilling in the background and knew it came from the other two triplets.

'This is the one I warned you about! I begged you to stay the hell away from him. He is infectious.' She screamed in his head as her antenna waived above her forehead.

'We have tested him and found that our genome will not be affected in the manner that as has happened in other timelines.'

'Dump him out the airlock and find another breeding male! He is too old anyway,' Commented cone-ear.

"Bitch!" Drew thought.

The cone eared alien spun to face him. "You already gave him an implant!"

"We do not take directions from the council. You are aboard our craft as an observer and confidant. You would be aware of to whom you talk. I am the right hand of the Queen!" stated the first of the triplets.

The cone eared alien growled under her breath.

"You have been warned. His genetic makeup has anomalies that have caused destruction of experiments in multiple timelines." cone ear puffed a breath in frustration.

"We are aware of your concerns and why. Please do not interfere with our own experiments. We are the first to subject ourselves to his essence. Wish us well."

Drew just watched the interaction and knew he was the cause of the dust up, but felt he was a pawn in a larger game. He kept his mouth shut, not a normal reaction for Drew.

Cone ear stomped out of the room, The wall flashed open and then closed.

"I'll be taking my leave too," stated the grasshopper in a lab coat. He sedately walked and the wall performed the same function.

Drew was uncomfortable with being left alone with the three. They walked, in unison of course, to the bed he was held on, and then split up. The lead of the formation went to the foot of the bed and faced him directly. One of the other alien females went to one side of his bed, and one to the other side of him.

The aliens on each side of him placed their delicate hands on his arms. He felt an immediate 'warmth' and feeling of contentment flow into his body from their touch. His slight tenting of the sheet that covered him grew. He was reaching the point where his erection almost hurt from the harness.

Their dreads began to 'crawl' and wreath next to him. Both aliens leaned slightly towards him, and the tendrils began to caress his body. Orgasmic lightning jolts flowed in his mind. It was a type of tease, and it was building.

It was a pleasurable mental massage with sparks.

He looked into the First's eyes. He lived the physical feelings of the other two. He was still able to notice the changes in his room. The bed was dropping slowly. As it landed a foot from the floor it began to slowly expand on both sides. The female aliens on either side, knee walked onto the bed to hold their same distance.

The one he now thought of as 'First' began to knee walk up the bed. He was gently held down by some invisible force. He watched and she straddled his feet. He could see how similar the two species were. She had the same sex as a human woman. He could see the mons and lips of her pussy. The shape was more ovoid than split like a human female. He did not see the hood of the clitoris in its 'normal' human location. But a purplish, swollen, set of lips were very visible and enticing.

As she reached his knees, she pulled on the sheet and drug it down his body until it was past his hips. His erection was now free.

It was hard and had its own purple head.

'Hard enough to cut glass' was Drew's thought and he heard a mental gasp from the three.

'Are we causing you pain...Drew?' First asked uncomfortably, as she slowly 'walked' over the bunched-up sheet and straddled his hips. Her sex now touched his balls, and he felt a wave of excitement from all three females.

His eyes matched hers in intensity. Both locked into each other.

"No...yes...It's hard to explain." Drew said aloud but paused to think.

"I am pleased to be this hard for you at my age and under these very unusual circumstances. But if we are going to..." Drew paused again.

He did not want to use the word 'fuck' it just dd not seem right. Maybe 'mate' was the correct word instead of 'fuck' he thought to himself.

First smiled down at him. 'You can use any word you wish...Drew. We can see and feel what is inside you.' She commented mentally.

'Why do you hesitate when you use my name?' Drew tried the thought method.

"We do not use...names...as you humans do. We just know the person because we are already mentally touching each other. There is no need to define that person by a ...'honorific' I believe is your word. Each of us has a unique 'signature'...another of your words.'

He noticed as they 'talked' her hand had dropped down and was caressing his scrotum. He knew even with his hardness at full mast he would not cum. He could feel a 'touching' in his mind. That others were controlling or helping part of his emotions to keep him in control.

"We need to discuss my purpose here. If it is mating, you picked the wrong guy. I had a vasectomy years, and years ago." Drew stated aloud.