Author's note: This is something a little different from my usual stuff. I wrote it as a way to relax, and relieve some stress from working on some of my more serious works. I'm not really sure how far I want to take it, but for the time being, I'll be doing chapters like this from time time; short, quick, light reading type things with a sex-driven storyline. Just note, it's not meant to be taken too seriously.
Oh, and feel free to just skim over the gibberish language at the start; it's an alien language, and more of an Easter egg for later on as bits and pieces of the language get translated over time so that anyone so desiring (or crazy enough, tbh) can come back and read it for shits and giggles. :S
Location: Somewhere between Earth and Mars, aboard a spacecraft equipped for trans-galactic warp travel.
Date: October 2
nd
, 2018.
Time: 9:15 PM.
Mission: Ultra-top secret classified...
"Mabu mu baku! Mabu mu baku!"
"Zer ah ki?"
"Tur dayya el!"
*Takes a deep breath in*
"Turri... Zer pi tur pi?"
"Alo no tiamana?"
*Head shaking despondently*
"Hoya, qin pi'pu erru Oberyn alomano..."
Location: Earth, somewhere in the upper atmosphere.
Date: October 2
nd
, 2018.
Time: 9:16 PM.
Mission: Help Jacob Sweeney...
There he was; identity designation 'Jacob Sweeney'.
He was sitting in his room, clicking away at some form simulated entertainment things using one of those archaic machines like an
actual
savage...
I had no idea that sentient lifeforms with fully developed prefrontal cortexes could stand to use anything without at least
basic
quantum functionality, but the chances were that this lifeform couldn't even build the thing he was using from scratch anyway, so what was I to expect?
Clearly this was a species operating on substandard levels of functional intelligence.
To think, this is where they would send me... to a fucking rock in space, with barely enough room to properly support energy-based lifeforms.
And to serve a being like him...
*Sighs*
No sense complaining about it.
This rock was marked for an extinction event in less than two of its miniscule orbital cycles anyway.
So, I as well have some fun...
And who knows?
Maybe if I did well enough, Jora and Varg would give me another chance?
Location: Earth, Jake Sweeney's room.
Date: October 2
nd
, 2018.
Time: 9:14 PM.
Mission: Seduce Stephanie Summers.
"Save your game, Jake."
"Huh?"
"Save your game!"
I took a quick look at the image onscreen, then pulling up the menu, I quickly tapped on the save option, then created a new file named 'Fuck Steph 39'; then a blinding light filled the room, and for a minute or two, I saw nothing.
Then my eyes opened, and there she was, sitting on the edge of my bed like something out of an actual beauty magazine; with flawlessly smooth, cocoa brown skin, and lush black hair that spilled about her shoulders.
Her lips were painted red, and kissably plump, and she was wearing a skintight jumpsuit that was so fitted that she might as well have been completely nude.
My eyes immediately narrowed on the two balloon shaped orbs that stuck out of her chest, which had been puffed out, almost as if displaying them just for my hungry gaze.
I licked my lips as I eyed the outline of the perky nipples that protruded from each tit.
"Is there some malfunction with your mental faculties?" she asked, flipping her hair nonchalantly, and I stared like a man possessed as her glorious breasts bounced hypnotically with the movement.
"Hellooo? Earth to Jake?"
That snapped me out of my reverie; at least, long enough at least to question the legitimacy of the vision before me, and as I stretched an arm out toward the figure, I felt it, and ohhhh my goddd, so good!
It was soft, and plush; delicate to the touch, and so perfect that I didn't care in that moment that the breast in my grasp was still clothed, and perhaps an actual delusion.
"I died, didn't I?" I asked, more to myself than the girl, but she merely rolled her eyes.
"A fairly obvious observation, Jake," she answered, with a dismissive wave of her hand.
I eyed her as she spoke.
She seemed annoyed at me, but even so, I continued to squeeze and massage the tit in my hand...
It was so strange... how could she be so annoyed at me for my question, when she was yet to bat an eye about the fact that I was, I dunno, actually molesting her?
I guess that decided it.
This was a dream...
Or maybe a hallucination?
Fuck, who even cared at this point?
I leapt at the girl, pinning her down on the bed, and without another thought, I began to maul her tits hungrily, which prompted, finally, a reaction.
"Um, if we're going to do that, could you at least let me take my suit off?" she asked, and I backed up a bit, wiping at my mouth which tasted of something... like silicon, maybe?
"Jesus... this feels so real," I breathed, as the girl stood up, and reaching back, she unzipped something at the back of her suit, then peeling off the thing from her upper body, she bent over to work the skin tight covering down her legs, and I almost creamed my pants as I got an up close look at the most perfect, round, heart-shaped ass in existence.
I stepped forward, gazing at it intently, drooling almost at the sight...
Two round, perfect cheeks, and just between her legs, the enticing sight of a slight protrusion of a pussy mound, completely bare shaven and begging to be cupped.
I reached forward, and nudged at it with the back of the knuckle on my right index finger, and once more, the girl never yelped, but rather looked over her shoulder as she discarded her rather strange looking garment.
"Do you want it like this? By my calculations, the bed might be more conducive to achieving the maximum pleasure attainable from carnal copulation."
I shook my head disbelievingly, as I withdrew my hand then sniffed at the unfamiliar scent that I knew, almost instinctively, was the intimate scent of a woman's...
"What is this?" I asked finally, and the girl groaned, shaking her head derisively.
"Could you be a little more specific? Your question can be interpreted in at least five different contexts based on the phrasing and combination of words..."
I shook my head.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Who? By your kind's definition of what constitutes the signifier 'who', there would be no plausible response. Instead, 'what' might more aptly fit your mode of thinking, so allow me to presume that this was the intention behind your question, and answer that I am a model 459-B third generation operational assistant automaton with the identity designation, 'Lucy'."
I blinked twice, then licked my lips.
"So, your name is Lucy? You could have just said that," I replied.
"'You could have just said that'," she said, mocking my voice, and rolling her eyes at me. "You could have also phrased your question with language that was less speculative. But such may lie beyond your capacity... sadly."
I could feel my initial erection subsiding, and she frowned.
"The part seems to be drooping," she suddenly said, shaking her head uncertainly. "Yet I detect no sign of sickness. Are you mentally unfit to sustain an erection?"
My mouth fell open with shock.
"Look, lady. I have no idea who you are, but you're starting to piss me off."
She pursed her lips, then shook her head.
"It seems I am at fault. Accept my apology," she said, before holding her arms behind her back, and sticking out her chest as she swayed girlishly.
I felt myself stirring again.
"Lucy, was it?"
"Yes, Jake."
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"I was assigned by the entities, Jora and Varg to instruct you on the functionality of your new genetic design."
"My new... what?"
"Your body, Jake. It is no longer human, and you must learn how it works before you inadvertently expose yourself to the lesser species you live amongst, as they are incapable of processing such an existence."
"Wait, hold on. Why do I have a new body?" I asked, and the girl shuddered a little.
"I can explain everything, Jake, but if we aren't going to combine our parts and achieve sexual release, can I request a simpler form of covering to shield myself from the atmospheric conditioning device?"
I followed her gaze to my AC unit overhead, and I quickly shook my head.
"Sorry," I said, heading across the room to the door where one of my sweaters were hanging from a rack.
I handed the thing to her, and as she quickly slipped it on, I licked my lips.
Her breasts were so sizeable that they stuck out on her chest, and her long, silky smooth legs extended beyond the low cut of the sweater, just barely covering her privates, and leaving visible the enticing sight of her ass whenever she shifted or turned.
"So, your new body, right? The appearance remains that of what your people would refer to as 'human', but genetically, your make-up is that of an 'ascendant one'."
As she sat on my bed and folded her legs, I caught a little view of her bare pussy lips again, and I shook my head, shaking off the distraction, and forcing myself to focus.
"Why?" I began, but as she rolled her eyes, I quickly shook my head, then continued. "I mean, why do I have a new body?"
She shook her head, a confused look on her face.
"Because your old one was destroyed. Did you not already surmise this?"
"No; that was just... an expression. So, I'm dead?" I asked, and she shook her head.
"You died, Jake. As in your body perished. But you're not dead; you were remade, so here you are in your new form."
I stared at her, trying to come to terms with what she was telling me.
"How? How did I die?"
"Five minutes ago, a trash ejection was accidentally fired in the direction of an occupied space-rock, self-designated by its inhabitants as 'earth'. At 9:15PM EST, the ejected matter crashed through earth's atmosphere and landed at this location, name designation 'your room', obliterating you, and resulting in the need to reconstruct your form so as to maintain the galactic treaty of non-intervention with unaware sentient lifeforms."
"Aliens? You're telling me that aliens killed me?"
"Alien?" The girl scoffed. "Such an archaic concept. Life spreads across the galaxies, Jake, as naturally as the ocean tide. To demarcate things as 'different' based on such an inane factor as 'geographical place of origin' is a flawed manner of thinking; and one that should be dispensed with if you are to truly transcend your humanity."
I blinked several times, but as I processed the words, something came to me.
I might be different, Jacob, but I feel human. Am I not deserving of love? Of affection? Compassion? Or am I just a machine to you?
"Stephanie!" I cried out, as I turned and noticed that my game seemed to have reverted to where I was two hours ago.
"Relax, Jake. You already sent me back to warn you. The game was saved," Lucy assured me, and I stared at her in shock.
