Treasure Ch 3
The following story is back to my beginning in Sci-fi. I have no idea how long it will be. Or if there may be more chapters. I just have no idea. It began at 3am and was an odd half-woke dream.
I hope you are enjoying the ride. This variation of Sci-fi never interested me. I am not sure I want to know that other Drew(s) have it better than me. Not that my life is horrible, as I enter retirement.
The sex will not start for a bit so please have patience. If that is all you are looking for...my best wishes go with you.
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.
Do we go to the Darkside with Treasure?
He looked over at Pixy and Patricia, they were in a variation of a sixty-nine. Pixy was now in her larger form. They seemed well versed in each other's body.
Drew put his hand on the large jowl and pulled Kitty's eyes to meet his.
"Go share beautiful. Pixy may not leave you anything." Drew stated and smiled. Kitty looked down at his reborn erection and then back up to him.
"It will be there for you when you get done sharing." Drew smiled and commented.
"You promise? I am next my mate?"
"Yes, I promise." Drew paused and then commented "Go now, share with your sisters."
Kitty smiled a feral smile, not that she could have any other due to fangs and structured jowl. She vaulted to the other two and started licking. The honking increased dramatically.
Drew took in the scene. Three sexy female aliens in a scrum. Two eating his cum from the third. The third being almost comatose with the action.
He reached over and opened the device. Flipped it over and slid it back until he was in his timeline.
He released the device and moved it to the corner of his desk.
He had things to contemplate.
*
Drew was back to his normal place, his used bistro table on his front porch. He watched his neighbors walk their dogs in peace. He waived and sometimes there was some verbal acknowledgment, but it was all done in pleasant passage.
The confusion and anger inside Drew was anything but 'pleasant.' Drew always had an inferiority issue. He knew it and in younger years, tried to be more. Overall, he failed miserably.
Drew kept thinking and sipping his tea. He was angered by the comments made by the Lizard Guy.
As he became more 'seasoned' he learned to curb his reactions to others around him. It helped. But internally noting that he was in the lower third tier for desirable mate did not help his countenance.
Riches, height, and good looks were not the things Drew was made of, at least in his own opinion. 'He was not an Oger.' Drew thought and then paused.
He started to cough and then giggle. This was the first time in his life when he wondered if he was insulting a race that may actually exist.
"Fuck!" He said out loud and a little too loudly.
He just quieted down and put his head in his hands.
He knew he wanted to do it. He wanted to mess with the cosmos and go exploring the other timelines. He spun the device on the glass tabletop in front of him.
It chose this moment to start to sparkle and then vibrate. He stopped spinning and playing. He knew somewhere, deep in him, that he 'needed to answer the phone.'
Drew flipped the device over and placed his fingers in the spots. He not only saw the device engage and hologram light up but felt vertigo. It went on longer than he thought normal. Drew shook his head at his use of the thought 'normal.'
He was breathing deep by the time it ended and he was in a white space. It went on without horizon. No edge of sky or landmarks...just white. But he was not alone.
There was a black desk in front of him and a beautiful green woman sitting across from him. She did not look pleased, but it gave her a Hot, bad chick look. Behind her was a perfect example of the large eyed, Gray-green, skinny, aliens all us humans have seen pictures of (see 'Paul' the movie).
The Grey had his arms crossed and looked pissed.
Drew realized he was still in his own office chair. He had gotten it from a friend of his. That friend was always a bit 'off.' Drew reached between his legs and found the hidden safety gadget. Drew also realized that his other hand was still holding the device. But his hand was still in his own timeline, probably on his own desk. He saw his arm vanish at about his wrist on his left arm.
Since everyone was being quiet and stoic, it gave Drew time to pretend to know what was going on. His only theorem was that he was still in his own timeline but brought to this 'location' via a bubble in time. He was hoping that was true. If he let, go of the device he hoped he would be moved back to his own timeline and not be trapped here under the control of these two.
"You brought me here," Drew paused, "wherever this is. What do you want?"
"We want you to follow the direction you were given, you pathetic human, and give our device back!" the Grey was almost yelling,
'His vocal projections 'are pathetic', thought Drew.
"It does not belong to you!" the Grey continued until the green woman raised her hand. It stopped the Grey immediately. His arms were crossed again, and the angry look had been hardened.
Drew just stared into her beautiful eyes and waited.
Drew finally realized that these beings were familiar in certain ways. The Honking alien was in an old Twilight zone episode. The cat woman could be a derivative of the Batman movies. The lizard guy a Gorn from Star Trek and this one...an Orion.
"Ah I see you are picking up the familiarity of who you have met." Her voice was smooth as silk and made him hard.
Drew did not want to be hard today, not at this moment and not in this location. But here he was going from soft, to fully hard at the sound of her voice.
"Yes, we have been in contact with certain human individuals. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes accidental, like you." and then she became quiet.
Drew waited for a full moment in this odd meeting. He counted back from 60 just to make sure.
"Well thank you for the meeting or whatever you consider this. If that is all you wanted to tell me Ill release the device and go back to my own timeline and get along with my life."
The Grey launched himself forward placing both spindly hands on the black tabletop. Drews hand slid from his upper thigh to his crotch,
"You stupid human. Do you know to whom you are speaking?"
But the green woman's hand came up stopping him.
There was silence again. Drew did not speak until Grey took its hands off the table and stepped back to his original position.
Drew's eyes shifted back to the woman and met hers. He opened his mouth to talk but looked into her eyes. She made a small head nod.
"I presume you are Orion or at least according to the representation of an Orion on our Media." She had a small Mona Lisa smile by the time he said that, and she did a very Human, delicate shrug along with the smile.
"So why the drama of dragging me here when you could have popped into my timeline and 'rang the doorbell," Drew finished and waited.
"Hum, me in your timeline, that would stir up some issues," the green woman stated in perfect American English. "And yes, my kind are from the Orion constellation. We do not call ourselves Orion." She paused to look and Drew and survey his face.
"You are here, because you asked to be here," she commented.
'No, I did not," Drew stated pausing his anger," I have been insulted on multiple occasions. Humanity has been insulted on multiple occasions. And I said that if the group of researchers had someone that could be polite and have a discussion with me, I was willing to talk." Drew paused. "That was all."
Then Drew could not help himself, "And then you bring this offensive asshole to insult me more?"
He did a brief pause, "So, with all humility...fuck off," he stated calmly and quietly.
The Grey went crazy and charged around the table and grabbed for Drews throat. Drew, NOT a martial arts person, grabbed the hand that was going for his throat, pulled the k-bar from its hidden spot in the chair and let loose the device all at once.
He popped back into his timeline after a prolonged vertigo. He was joined by a squirming Grey in his lap looking up. The knife was in Drews hand upside down, but that worked because the alien could feel the steel at his narrow neck. The grey large eyed alien just did not know what edge was against his neck.
Drew was flooded with alien images and emotions. His immediate migraine was going to blow the top of his head off.
"Stop it now or I will cut off your head and make it stop." The alien presence removed itself from his mind. Drew stood with the alien still in his arms and drug him across and through his kitchen. He opened his beloved junk drawer and pulled out a partial roll of Duct tape.
With the knife still at the throat of the alien, he dragged him over to the couch and slammed him face-first into the cushions. He grabbed on to a wavering arm and yanked it back, not too nicely, and then kneeled on the grey's back with his knee. He grabbed the other arm and yanked it over. With his mouth he started pulling out a long strip. This was very old duct tape had old school glue that held on to anything.
Drew smiled at the thought of the alien trying to get the crap off later when things calmed down. Both arms tied together by the elbow and then another band of tape by the wrists
He then went and taped the creatures' ankles together. Drew then flipped him over and a string of alien language spewed forth. Then it switched to English, and it was not polite. He stood above the alien and looked at the old roll. He could tape around the alien's head until he shut up. While a fun thought, he knew in his heart someone would come to collect him. Removal of that tape from his mouth would be...painful.
Then he had a marvelous idea. He headed to the master suite while Drews dog crept closer. The dog seemed to terrify the alien. The alien presence and screaming did nothing for the nerves of his little mentally broken Terrier.
Drew smiled as he pulled down the 'toy box' from his closet. It was full of new sex toys. He had purchased them in hopes that his past lover would come up to play.
'Well, that did not happen, but they are of use now.' Drew thought.
He pulled the ball gag from the box.
He walked back into the living room and shoved the perforated ball in the alien mouth before he knew what was happening. The elastic strap was pulled around the large grey head and then pulled tight...probably too tight.
