Maybe my mistake was blinking?
Now, Cora had every intention of getting on the bus. She'd left her cashier job, waited, and tried to get on the bus. But she certainly wasn't there now.
"What the Hell?"
It was a white room, maybe the size of a gas station bathroom. Definitely not the bus. At some point, she'd blinked, and in that span of time...
There was no way to rationalize this. Cora tried to talk herself through what happened as panic rose in her chest.
"I was at the bus station. The bus pulled up." She began pacing the white room, racking her brain. "And then I-"
A loud humming interrupted her. "Oh! Hi- hello Miss Human!"
Cora froze, mid-pace.
"I'm- I am-" There was a long pause. "We're-" It kept pausing, like it was cutting out. Or the speaker was nervous. The voice was coming from some kind of PA system, Cora reasoned. She waited for the voice to continue. It sounded layered, as if multiple people were speaking at once. "I'm sure you're very excited, sorry, nervous? But we're just here to learn more about your kind!"
Oh.
"Seriously?" Cora had figured it out, maybe. "Like... aliens?"
"Oh!" There was a furious rustling, accompanied by static. "A- Yes, that is correct! If you- you'll just step to the front of you, there will be a rain- oh, no- shower! That is the," There's another pause, with what sounded like a cough. "Decontamination process."
Cora didn't want to think about this too much.
Mom always warned me to lay off the energy drinks.
A cold, drenching, miserable downpour hit Cora out of the blue. Like someone had dumped a massive bucket of water on her head. She gasped, immediately inhaling some of the water. Choking ensued. It was in her eyes, in her ears. All she could do was flounder. A pair of hands seized her, and the water was wiped out of her face with a soft cloth. Everything was blurry, but there was something tall in front of her. She rubbed her eyes, blinking. There were three tall creatures in front of her. Much taller than any human. They all had four arms. One of them, slightly shorter than the others, seemed to be angry at the other two. Then it turned back to her. With the same soft, layered voice she'd heard before, he apologized to her. "I'm sorry, Miss. This officer should have waited before he started the decontamination process." He cast another sharp glance at the humanoid (officer?) on his right, who huffed and walked away. The one on the left continued patting Cora dry. Her panic subsided.
Everyone here seemed kind enough. She looked down at the hands of the one drying her. His, as she assumed they were all male. They all seemed to act like human men and were shaped the same way. His hands were the same color as the rest of him, a kind of soft brown color. Like a rabbit? Cora reached out to brush a single finger against his hand. He stiffened for a moment, then continued. It felt different than human skin somehow, and very warm. She risked a peek up at his face as he patted the towel against her hopelessly soaked sweater. His eyes were green, almost catlike.
This must be what rescue animals feel like.
The one drying her off sighed gently and began peeling her sweater off. Cora froze and looked around for the one that had spoken to her earlier. He wasn't around. There was no point in resisting. Cora raised her arms, letting him take it off. Immediately, his fingers dipped under the waistband on her jeans. His very warm fingers. She uttered a soft
oh
, causing him to pull back.
God, that was embarrassing.
"Sorry," she apologized before reaching down to unbutton them herself. The cold, wet fabric clung to her skin, and required peeling off. He had stopped trying to help her and was now looking away. All that was left was her underwear.
Am I supposed to take these off, too?
Cora wondered how similar these guys were to human men.
Well, time to find out.
She certainly wasn't staying in a wet bra. Quickly, she removed both. He reached out, took them, and took off running.
Huh.
"Oh-" The other, shorter one had reappeared. By the time Cora looked up at him, he was looking away, holding out what looked to be a set of flannel pajamas. She took them and started getting dressed. "So-" Cora was going to ask what she was doing there, but that seemed rude. "Do you have a name?" He paused, thinking. "Well... Our names don't really translate to English. But I picked a name that you can use. And you can call the other two by their job names. The one that was drying you off is the Engineer and the one who tried to drown you is the Officer. You can call me Ray."
Cora frowned. "What's your job?"
"I'm not sure what you would call it." He sighed. "On my planet, we have a program dedicated to intergalactic exploration, and each member of my division is assigned a specific species to become familiar with."
Hmm.
"So, like a scientist?" He shrugged and nodded. 'Eh, close enough' must be a universal thing. Realizing she was fully dressed again, he turned to face her. He was lighter than the Engineer, a taupe color. His eyes were a soft pink. "What are you guys gonna- going to do with me?" Ray pursed his lips. "We're just going to hold you for a few days, orbit your planet, and just do some non-invasive studying." Cora was no expert in whatever these guys were, but they were close enough to humans that she could tell he was lying.
After what was definitely several hours, Cora now had her own room. They'd recovered her purse from the decontamination room and her phone. Thankfully, it was in a waterproof case. She had no internet up here in orbit, but she had her ebooks and her games. Her room was the size of a small bedroom, with most of it taken up by a round bed. There was what was definitely a camera on the ceiling opposite her. In another corner was a monitor with a recess below it. The Scientist said it synthesized food, but the banana that dropped out of it to demonstrate still had its Chiquita sticker on it. Cora did not say anything about this. The exit was a sliding door that didn't seem to have a lock. Just as she was about to test this, the Engineer entered. In one hand he held a tablet, in another he held a small box, and in one more he held a folded mink blanket. Cora recognized it as the kind from the tourist trap gift shops. She also felt a faint pang of jealousy. Four arms seemed so convenient. He set the blanket on the bed and patted it, inviting her to sit. She did. Sitting behind her, he gathered her hair away from her neck before wiping it with something cold. He stopped and she heard tapping. When he sat the tablet in her lap, it read
<THIS PATCH IS TO MONITOR YOUR VITALS. WE'RE GOING TO RUN SOME TESTS. IT SHOULD NOT HURT. PLEASE LET US KNOW IF IT DOES. YOU WILL ALSO RECEIVE SOME MEDICINE. IT SHOULD NOT TASTE BAD. SORRY IF IT DOES. ALSO IF YOU EVER GET HUNGRY JUST TELL US. WE HAVE A LOT OF FOOD.>
The interface looked like a translation app. While the Engineer placed the patch, she tried gently tapping the words in English. Sure enough, a cursor appeared, along with a keyboard. The layout was all wrong, with the keys in alphabetical order, but Cora was still able to type out a message. The unfamiliar script at the top changed as she typed.
<THANK YOU FOR BEING SO KIND.>
As the Engineer stood, she handed him the tablet. He stopped, surprised, but then smiled at her. Then, he stood and left.
It was a while before anyone entered again. Cora looked up from her phone, expecting Ray. Instead, it was the Officer. He wore the same uniform as the others, with a different insignia on the shoulder. His belt had a lot of pouches, which he dug through, but Cora found her eyes wandering. Their uniforms were close-fitting and thin, which left little to the imagination. There was another thing they had in common with men. As she realized this, she quickly looked away. "Ah," the Officer said, before pulling out a much smaller tablet. It was about the size of her phone. He typed something on it before turning to the monitor. The opening below it hissed, and produced what was definitely a medicine syringe, the kind used for babies. It was larger than usual, with no markings. The liquid in it was a bronze color that shimmered slightly. The Officer turned to her and placed one hand under her jaw. His thumb pressed into the side of her face, as if he was asking her to open her mouth. His eyes were a pastel orange color, and stared intently into hers. Cora saw no point in being difficult, so she opened her mouth slightly. The syringe was very cold and felt like glass as he placed the end of it against her tongue. His eyes narrowed and his thumb lightly stroked the side of her face. She took this as a cue to close her lips around the syringe. His gaze darted between her mouth and her eyes. The medicine was very cold and tasted like caramel. There was no point in worrying whether it was dangerous or not. She was already trapped on an alien ship. After she swallowed the last of the medicine, the Officer removed the syringe and stuck it in a pocket. But his gaze didn't leave her face, nor did his expression change. His thumb brushed against her lower lip. "Good little human." His voice was deep, hushed, but layered just like the scientist's. It may have just been the medicine, but this gave Cora an odd tingling in her chest. Then, just like the Engineer, he quickly left.
After a few minutes, Cora realized the Officer had left the smaller tablet on top of the monitor. It was just in reach.
<THIS IS FOR YOU. DON'T LET ANYONE KNOW THAT YOU HAVE THIS.>
Huh. That was nice of him.
The feeling in her chest didn't go away.
The bright overhead lights dimmed to complete darkness and clusters of smaller lights in the walls came on. It made her feel sleepy. After learning that the only button on the side turned the tablet on and off again, Cora tucked it into her purse under her bed, and crawled under the blanket. This wasn't that bad. It was warm, and the round bed was some kind of firm, foamy material. She found herself falling asleep, fast.
The dreams were intense. Cora woke up, heart racing, unable to remember them. She didn't feel right. Her blood felt hot, she was incredibly dizzy, but worst of all, she was violently horny.