[center]Alien Honor Roll[/center] “Plant in structure. Though possessing nerve tissue akin to a primate. Numerous nodes reminiscent of ganglion present throughout the body. No true central nervous system identified.” [b]Schlup... Crrruoop... Fllluk...[/b] “Undulations and movements appear controlled rather than random. Responses indicative of some form of extraordinary seismic sensitivity. Footsteps can alert it and it's able to distinguish different footsteps from each other. Range of said detection seems to be several meters, but exact distance has not been determined. Detection of sound appears limited, but not impossible for the specimen.” [b]Crrrrk... Creeeeak...[/b] Shoes squeak softly in the cramped room. Worn wood groans with each step. Dark eyes stare through an ill-fitting sheet of glass, watching through the layers of slime sliding down. Dark, disheveled fur stands on end. Black fur blending in with the black night at his back, illuminated only by the faint, green glow coming from the other side of the ramshackle viewing platform. One large hand extends out, shivering as it contacts the cold glass. “Specimen appears to be more luminous than during last week’s recording. Color of its bioluminescence has shifted from a sickly, pale green into a darker, verdant color... A much more beautiful shade. The canopy it has constructed above itself with dead plant material around it, material from itself, and congealed with slime from its orifice radiates with the same light. Appearance resembles what I can best describe as a... type of quilted cocoon. Unknown how it seems to maintain consistent luminescence...” Dark eyes flit about. A short gasp and a low gulp. Hissing breaths accompany the squeal of glass as digits drag across it. The rattling, transparent panel sliding off with an echoing thud. Heavy breathing elicits a crackle from the microphone in the other hand. “Roots and stem have grown approximately two inches in diameter. Pods seem... uh... healthy in appearance as well. Oh... Oh!” [b]Crrruuk... Crr... Crr... Crrk...[/b] Slimy petals open. Splaying themselves outward into a shape reminiscent of a star. Deep red spots on each long, toothy, pear-shaped petal glisten green. Sounds of bark breaking bellow in the makeshift dome and rattle the platform. Dark, sunken eyes light up as the dark maw of the plant approaches. “I-It seems this specimen sees fit to... take me too. This... Bodysnatcher, as I’ll call it, bears many pods glowing with the same light. Illuminating the captives within. While I’m currently unsure as to the purpose of this function... I’m eager to find out.” Through the narrow window the plant fits. Flicking itself about as it wiggles further inside. Cracks in the thin boards separating it from its observer grow larger with each motion. Splints spraying all around as it tirelessly snaps and strikes. “This is professor Comido... Most likely my last recording. It has been a pleasure pursuing botanical and biological studies on a specimen alien to our planet.” [b]Clack![/b] Onto the floor the microphone rolls. Whining and wailing at its sudden fall. Crackling and shrieking with the loud noises entering it. Wet smacking interrupted by airy gulps. Rapid, ragged breathing ripping through the room, echoing the slight moan at the end of each exhale. Continuing for a long minute before it picks up two final desperate words through the shattering of wood tearing apart with the same ferocity a chainsaw would. “Taaaaaake meeeeeee!!!” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slippery, supple, sucking motions. Warm, wet plant material wrapping around. Giant gulps carry the gorilla down. Each rocking motion splattering more slime on him. Green light fills the narrow, dark passage. Waxy walls turn and bend on themselves with the appearance of meat. Tensing and contorting at a moment’s notice. Numerous xylem cross in a rhombus web. Humidity swells, rising to a hot bulb. One where each breath becomes heavier and hotter. Slimy sparks shoot through the gorilla’s spine. Tingling in each toe with the sensation of thick, warm liquid touching them. Shifting vertically as gravity bears down on him. Tugging him down faster. Faster. [b]Spluk![/b] Wet, warm, and welcoming. Breathable liquid forces itself into his ears, nose, mouth, and eyes. Cascading down around him as the viscous stuff. Barely able to move a finger as he sinks down to a hard casing. Bubbles float up slowly around him as he keeps exhaling out aqueous breaths. Watching them shake and dance in the thick goo as he’s tossed around, the entrance above squeezing shut. Tighter and smaller until vanishing. As though it never happened. Strands begin spinning upward. Spiraling from the body. Submersed fur soaks through to the skin. Shivers rock the gorilla’s spine. More bubbles escape. Slimy, deep breaths fill the ape’s lungs. Sloshing around inside his esophagus and respiratory system with a soothing warmth. Seeping through his muscles and bones with thousands of acupuncture needles. Sending tingles through his large chest, down the brick road of his abs, and creeping down his gut. Pooling that warmth in his groin. [b]Sluck![/b] Silently gasping, Comido tenses up. Toes curling and hands balling into fists as a muted grunt fills his cage. Bucking his hips and thrusting his large rod. Eleven inches flailing in the fluid as the gorilla’s body tumbles around. Large balls swinging softly in the green murk. [b]Sluck![/b] Thin, translucent walls launch themselves from the sides of the sack and onto his cock. Distorting and blurring the already thick liquid coating him. Through the stream of bubbles, he watches the tendril descend on his dick. Draping it in thin, warm, fleshy walls. With another grunt, he thrusts. Teeth clenched and bared as his hips hump without command. Into the warm socket and drawing back into the relative cool of the fluid suspending him. Over and over again as his eyelids flutter. Screaming silently as a volcano of foam flies from his maw. Bucking with wild abandon and random puffs of bubbles with each thrust. Legs and arms quivering as the minutes add up. Chest swelling and shrinking with each watery breath. Abs tensing into a solid wall that barely budges. Cock and balls swaying as each hump becomes more contained and shallower. That massive rod throbbing hard enough to send waves through this unearthly water. Eyes cross. Vision blurs. Through a long stream of bubbles, the ape sees a winding pillar of white travel up. Additional warmth washes through him in waves. Every new wave of fun heat slamming his psyche is followed by the stream of cum intensifying. Twice. Thrice. What genius locked inside Comido's head surrenders. Losing count countless times as his body relaxes. Breathing easily as he limply sinks. Blinking slowly as he watches a new bud form on the Bodysnatcher. Growing, budding, and bursting rapidly. Taking nigh five minutes for the process to complete. Another ape. Another Comido. Standing there. Naked on the soil. Rigid and stoic. Green ooze drips off him slowly. ... ... ... “Uuuuurgh!” A cough, a sputter. Shake and shudder. Deep breathes. “Almost... time for student meetings...” Stiffening up, the new Comido’s eyes open wide. Grunting and clearing his throat before all his joints pop with gunfire. One hand darting down for a minute to take stock of his girth. Holding it steady as he shufts. Turning away and climbing up to the viewing platform. Disappearing over the ridge in only a minute. Vision growing hazy, Comido extends an arm out. Touching the cold, lumpy walls of his cell. Smiling as his eyes flutter shut. Basking in the warmth, the green glow, and the weightlessness as his sensation numbs, his vision darkens, and a warm sensation drapes over his dick. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [b]Ca-Thunk![/b] Rattling in the walls, the pair of glasses full of frothy gold on the table, the silverware shifts ever so slightly. Hard, loud knocking of wood against the wall as picture frames tilt. The sound of a lock engaging is covered up by loud stomps and the squeaking of shoes. “Aaaaah! Dubb! Can you quit slamming the door? You know that... uuuuuugh! Everyone’s shifted a bit.” “...Sorry. Don’t seem to know my own strength.” One uncomfortable second takes a turn, with the bear turning back to the wall. Dark, black claws dance with the dexterity of an elephant on roller skates. Tapping the walls and making hideous scratching sounds that linger in the air. One portrait corrected. Hands reach over to another... “Stop! Stop! It’s fine! How about you take a seat and plate the food? It’s our usual tonight.” With a hissing sigh, the otter’s dark brown eyes narrow as he races across the room. Hopping up onto the furniture and sliding another frame back. Chattering teeth filling the room as fiddles with the frames. “Sooooo... How was your day? You took a long time getting back from your meeting with Comido.” Slow, lumbering steps follow as the bear’s ears twitch and he turns around mid-stride. Extending those legs only as far as needed to cover the most distance without overextending. Arms rigid, strong, and stuck to his sides. Low, guttural grunting and a clearing of the throat. “Took a long time. Comido had a lot to tell me. It was exhausting.” One hand on the wall, a sudden spin on his heels, and a squeak as he turns the corner. Steam warming the air, the sound of boiling water, the lingering smell of pepper hovering about, and salt stinging the tip of the tongue. Two bright orange, plastic packets lay torn open on the counter besides white, plastic bowls. Bits of dried vegetables and broken off parts of ramen noodles scattered around. Greens of a scallion on a cutting board, half-empty glass bottles of dried spices... Eyes rapidly widening and scanning. Row after row, from top to bottom. With another grunt, the bear strides in. Only three well-calculated steps to approach the stove. Arms up, arms out. Brought inward only an inch on each side to grip the rubber handles. Digits curl around to grip tightly before lifting the approximately two pounds. One pound per bowl. Hefting it off the stove and beside them. Release grip, retract arm, lower it, and open the drawer. Scanning... a ladle. “Next step...” Whispering monotone passes through barely budging lips. Unblinking eyes gaze downward, watching the arm mechanically lower, grab the ladle, and return to the pot. “Dole out sustenance equally...” Rapid arm motions. Up and down with robotic precision. Not a drop wasted, not an ounce of disparity between each bowl. With a sigh through grit teeth, the bear shakes his head. Pushing the blond locks out of his eyes as he drops the ladle with a soft clatter on the counter. Bowls in both hands, he balances them perfectly. The surface of the liquid staying still and stable the entire trip over. Settling the bowls down on opposite sides of the table without a sound. “Huuuuuuuuuuuh... hup!” With the soft thump, the otter’s boots hit the ground. Head jerking left and right as the digits of his hands tap together. “All arranged! Thanks for getting the ramen served, Babe!” Spring in his step, the otter’s lanky legs make many short hops. Bouncing with his tail slapping the floor. Reaching the table, he slides into his seat, and licks his lips. “Hold... Need to add the toppings first.” Pivoting on his heels once more, the bear heaves his bulk back through the entryway. Extending that arm out when just in reach of the scallion greens and scooping them into his palm with one motion. Back at the table, he shakes his hand as if it was a shaker. “Bon appétit, Aneh.” “Hehe... Everything alright, Babe? I know it’s pretty late already... did the meeting go badly? Got that makeup test lined up?” Fork in hand, the otter begins slurping up the hot noodles, already falling apart. Lowering his fork just after raising it, Dubb clears his throat. “Yes. The meeting has taken longer than anticipated, but everything has been sorted out.” Looking down towards his food, the bear barely registers the steam on his face as he begins eating. “Ah! That’s... good news, I hope?” Nose twitching, the otter’s sharp teeth crack a toothy smile. “Uh... You just don’t seem so excited despite getting home with everything worked out.” With the sound of slurping noodles continuing for a few seconds, the bear shuts his eyes. “Hmmm...” Clearing his throat, he grins and leans forward. “If it’s excitement you need, I can provide. Late though it is, I have enough energy for a ride.” Gulping loudly, Aneh taps the table. “Oh! Do you mean a drive or... some other kind of ride.” “There’s always the potential to do both. It’s a nice night. I would enjoy some more personal time together. Get out of the dormitory for the night.” Tilting his head slowly, he pauses himself only a couple of degrees. Shutting his eyelids only a quarter of the way. Curling the corners of his lips upward. Wide eyes stare without break or pause. Dexterous digits tap together in rhythm. Aneh’s gaze turns to the side. “Oh! I, uh, certainly could if you like... though I’m not entirely sure why you’d want to go out. We have a perfectly good bed to... use...” [b]Ziiiiiip...Thud!!![/b] Clattering cutlery and bowls bounce against the table. Two big, fuzzy balls rest on the hard wood as well. Above it, a long, fat length of throbbing hard wood too. The bear’s burly chest rises and falls in a perfect rhythm. Still grinning, still staring. “W-Well, uh... I’d certainly love to do some--” “Shhhh...” One digit extends out. Dubb draws it up to his dark brown mug. That smile on his mug progresses into a smirk. Ivory white teeth glint. “Don’t waste your breath. It’s inefficient. We’ll have much more fun if we head out sooner, while we have as much night to enjoy ourselves as possible.” Gulping, the otter kicks his chair back. Breathing heavily and nodding. “Yeah! I’ll just get changed and we can head out. I won’t take too long!” Hopping over to one door, Aneh starts prying his shirt from his chest. Whipping his tail around to shut the door as he crosses the threshold. “Excellent...” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rubber wheels grinding gravel underneath. Cool night air flows in from the open window. Elbow hanging out of the car, Aneh sighs. “Uh... Dubb? How long are we going to be driving? It’s been half an hour already.” Rubbing his eyes with the other hand, he yawns. “Fear not... There is a good, secluded spot to enjoy ourselves outside of the campus.” “Oh? How did you find out about it? We’re on gravel. Pretty far off the path.” “Lab work.” Grinning, Dubb takes one finger off the wheel to point into the trees. “Part of our final biology project is working with samples from the forest. I happened to find an old shed we can use. As a matter of fact, we should be there now.” Sounds of crunching gravel cease. The purr of the engine quiets. Aneh taps his claws together. Grabbing the handle, he hurls himself out of the car. Grass and gravel underfoot, he hops forward toward the trees. Half-moon lighting up the sky. Crickets chirping in the distance. Scent of pollen and wet bark in the wind. Outlines of old, muddied footprints decorate the damp earth all around. “I would like to suggest something.” Stepping from the vehicle, Dubb clears his throat. Walking up to Aneh from behind, the bear’s bulky hands grip both of the otter’s shoulders. “Seeing as we’re experimenting tonight, would you enjoy some fictional roleplay to heighten our arousal?” Tensing, Aneh’s hands close over his chest. Gulping, the otter gasps for air. Opening and closing his mouth several times. “Ah!? I could try. W-What were you thinking of?” “What about being pursued? By an alien, perhaps.” Leaning over his partner, Dubb’s wide eyes gleam while his grin stays obscured by shadows. “An alien that desires men and their seed samples.” A couple nods from Aneh. Shifting weight from one foot to the other as he knits his hands together over his stomach. Gravel shifts and crunches beneath him. Gulping loud and opening his mouth partway. “Uh... I guess that sounds cool. How fast should I run? Anything you need me to say?” “Nothing in particular. Run only as fast as you can safely manage. I’ll be following behind. I may not always answer every line you give, but just make sure...” Right hand up, right hand out. Pointed at the dark path ahead. “Be sure to stay on the trail. The shed door is still unlocked. Head inside when you arrive.” Two more shakes of the head. Taking a couple steps, the otter turns his head halfway back and waves. Clicking his tongue, he speaks in a wavering voice, “Mhmm! Just... don’t leave me alone there for too long!” Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, and off he goes! Beginning with a saunter, progressing to a jog, and accelerating into a run. Disappearing into the sea of trees. Squinting to focus on the gravel road before him. Dubb’s face returns to neutral. Each crunch of gravel from Aneh gets softer than the one prior. Wide eyes stare without pause at the dark tunnel before him. Listening to the footsteps grow softer and softer until ceasing entirely. “Excellent...” With mechanical precision, Dubb takes slow steps into the passage as well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Panting hard as both hot, humid breaths and cool, dry air whip against his fur. Wide eyes stare ahead into the darkness. Making out the bare minimum of outlines. Making out the path he stumbles and trips on. Catching himself on trees as he hops over any twigs or logs with a smirk on his muzzle. “Ha...Ha... Ha... Oh! A shed! Please! Anyone in there!?” Racing heart pumps blood down to both legs, with the third taking some for itself. Hard wood knocks against hard wood as Aneh collides with the door. Glancing back to squint into the darkness. Tilting his head and keeping his ears open. “Uh... Really quiet out there.” Silence. Stillness. Without even the wind, the only thing filling the darkness is Aneh’s breathing. Holding still for a minute, the otter shrugs. Grunting, he pushes the door open. Charging into the unlit space full of dust, must, and lust. Covering his nose with one hand as he waves the other around in the dark. Green light creeps into the corner of his vision. Biting his lip, Aneh starts sliding closer. Each step closer makes the light seem brighter. Soon, the smell of damp earth and old plants joins the dust. Humidity that would make a greenhouse feel dry builds. Aneh’s clothes stick tight to his fur. Gulping, Aneh clenches his fists and walks closer. Towards a broken window. Kicking a cracked audio recorder with his foot on the way. Breathing silently as he scans the crater. Wide roots wrap around the perimeter and drill into the soil. Even creeping into the platform the otter stands on. Numerous bulbs in different stages of development line the roots on the ground. Upward a thick stalk rises toward a flower. Toothy, pear-shaped petals with red mottling hang heavy with green slime. Above, a luminous canopy formed of a network of vines hangs overhead, with veiny fruit dangling down from it. Fruit filled with a translucent fluid... and weird figures. Leaning forward, Aneh loses what breath he was holding as his eyes narrow. Wolf, bat, blue jay, echidna, rattlesnake, gorilla, bear, and... otter. Aneh takes a couple shaky steps back. Tightness builds in his chest. Anxious groaning creaks out from the back of his throat. Coming to the forefront as his back collides with something soft and warm. “Your pod is ready, Aneh.” “AH!” Curling up, the hunched over otter falls to the ground. Warped wood planks wail and whine. “D-Dubb?” “Half correct. I am similar enough to be considered him, in a sense.” Heavy footsteps slam against the platform. Large hands grapple Aneh’s sides. Suspending the otter in the air, the bear walks closer to the plant. Flailing, the otter’s shaking and kicking gains him not an inch. Only an accelerated heartrate is his reward. “Aaaaaaah! W-Wait! Please! Is there anything I can do!?” “Merely lay back and enjoy yourself. Your clones will do all the hard work from here.” Stepping up to the broken window, Dubb holds Aneh over the crater. From behind, the sounds of cracking wood fill the air. The green glow from the room darkens as a large shadow is cast over the both of them. “Huh!? My what!? Just let me go!” “Very well. Rest well. I think I... enjoyed my time with you.” Pulling his arms back, the big bear puts all his strength into them. Extending them again into a strong push. Aneh flies through the air for a couple long seconds as he disappears into the dark passage of the plant. Watching the stalk bulge outward as he sinks further down. Through the vines the otter slides. Ascending upward on his slimy ride. Tumbling along the crater to a new fruit hanging up above. Once he descends, the bear cracks a grin. Programmed content filling his mind while the otter’s hips buck and thrust inside his new home. Turning his head upward as he smiles. Closing his eyes as his loins stir. Sighing and shuddering as a peaceful cadence fills his monotone voice. “Mission accomplished.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Crrk...[/b] Raising his head, Dubb’s eyes scan the crater. Watching each grown seed with unparalleled focus. [b]Crrrrrrk...[/b] A rush of glowing green gunk gums up the roots below. Fragments of plant-grown shell splinter and spread across the ground. Claws rake across the wet earth, dragging an otter out with them. Dubb’s eyes fixate. Locking onto the otter that rigidly stands tall after freeing himself from the shell it came from. Slime drips from the otter’s fur. Soon, the newly hatched creature begins to breathe. The bear's eyes take in Aneh with greed. Behind the bear’s eyes forms a sudden need. Dubb’s wood grows stiff immediately. Aneh’s eyes open abruptly. Head turning left, holding for a second, turning to the right, holding another second, and back to forward-facing. Looking up to see a certain bear on the platform above. Something stirs above and below. Without a word, he starts to tense his legs. Prying them from the mud and toward Dubb. Stepping around the roots and pods around him with gaze unwavering. “It’s good to see you returned, Aneh. Are there any problems in your formation? I’ve noticed your immediate erection. Do you have any immediate directives?” A couple coughs follow while the otter carefully grips the vines. Climbing them as he speaks in monotone, “No problems noted. All sensations indicate successful development, though I will likely need a week to determine any subtler defects. As for directives, my current objective seems to be developing my sexual activity.” “Acknowledged. I understand why I feel the same now. Would you desire to develop with me?” Reaching over the edge, Dubb grabs ahold of Aneh’s arm. Lifting him up and rotating around to bring the otter in as a biological crane would. Facial muscles shake slightly. The otter performs three drawn out blinks. “Yes. For some reason, I find myself especially drawn to you.” “Excellent. I can see we’re both ready. I shall start slowly.” The corners of Dubb’s mouth twitch. Tingling fills his hands as turns Aneh around. Staring at the otter’s ass makes his shaft throb. Slipping that shaft underneath the supple tail of his partner to gently prod his back door. Aneh spreads his legs. Curling them around the bear’s as he’s pressed against the belly of the horny beast. Gasping as he stretches around the considerable meat of Dubb. Only a reflex, as his face returns to neutral while he happily lets the first inch in. Then another... and another. From arms to stomach, Dubb’s hefty arms switch. Cradling the otter against himself while he carries his prize to the corner of the room. Pinning the otter’s long tail to his shoulder with his head. Wood groans with violence and bends when he leans against the wall. For the next minute, Dubb’s hips bounce between board and butt. Slamming against the walls while working into Aneh with care. Three inches becomes six in due time. Tapping against the burly bear’s arms, Aneh clears his throat. While still monotone in, wavering and cracks come into his expression. “That should be sufficient fundamental experience with taking larger men. Let us shift tactics and allow me to take charge now.” “Understood... Just don’t strain your body.” Pressing his big bear behind to the wall behind him, Dubb stares at the bubble butt his buddy sports. Staring on as the otter wiggles his hips, braces his legs, and starts sliding his way further onto that rod. Not the most graceful or elegant of motions to start with. Each jostle nearly throwing the otter off balance, off that cock, or both. Aneh even starts to lose ground for a bit, retreating to four inches. Stilted rocking and bouncing settle in time, especially as Dubb’s hands handle his hips. “Mmmph...” With that grunt, Aneh takes a brief pause to breath. Bent forward a tad as he puts his hands on his knees. “Adjustments complete.” Straightening back up, the otter stomps the boards beneath his feet. It’s Dubb’s turn to grunt now as the otter slams his hips back against the bear’s. Otter biting his lip as he makes his ass clap. Bear flinching as he feels his balls begin to tighten. Down one second, up the other. A steady, slow pattern made by repetition. Pleasure procured by the tight hole being pounded. By the prostate being poked. Every drawn-out plap building upon the last. Two minutes pass as the pair communicate with grunts, breath, and sex. Aneh’s lost ground regained and then some. Onto seven inches... Eight inches. Wiggling his hips, the otter takes a deep breath before slamming back onto all twelve! Moaning, Dubb’s eyes close. Blackness all around, yet warm as he shifts to hug his otter. Shaking slightly as that ass becomes too much to handle. Curling his toes as that threatening throbbing boils over into full orgasm. Firing ropes of seed deep into Aneh. Grunting, Aneh sees the Milky Way. Stars in his vision with a stream of white coming out below him. Eyelids half shut as he breathes deeply. Shuddering and twitching as he slumps back against Dubb. Maw opening and shutting for a second as he ekes out the words, “I t-think that I’m prepared now... To find targets of my own~”