Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2016 20:20:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: aboardthedarwin@yahoo.com
Subject: Thirsty Planet: Part 1 (Sci/fi)

Thirsty Planet

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sexual content with an emphasis on
sci-fi creatures and men. Forced orgasm through "unconventional" means is a
favorite fetish of mine, but there just isn't much of it out there--and
it's even harder to find them without fetishes that don't really appeal to
me. Complaining can be shamefully fun, but I decided to stop sulking and
write something of my own.


If you have any comments and suggestions (or maybe even related reading
recommendations) feel free to drop me a line at aboardthedarwin@yahoo.com.


This content is entirely composed by me. Out of respect for Nifty, I have
to ask you not to monetize it. However, I'm not going to go overboard with
the "DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST" business. I wrote this strictly for my own
amusement, and I hope you get something out of it too.


Thirsty Planet: First Contact

Xenobiologist Dr. Francis Allman couldn't help but feel a moment of vertigo
as he placed his feet on Bismuth for the first time. Between the distance
he had traveled and the achievements in physics and astrophysics that had
brought him to this garden planet--the sense of wonder was almost too much
to bear. Lab Technician Holden Crawford felt the same way. He stared up at
the thick canopy of green foliage that bathed the forest floor in cool
shadow.

"Man, it looks almost identical to the place my parents used to vacation in
the Smokies back on Earth. Where do we even start?" Holden muttered.

"You can start by walking," growled Harris, the NATO Aeronautics Trooper
that was sent to act as their guard. He had pulled this dangerous and dirty
detail by virtue of his recent reprimand for piloting a patrol craft under
the influence, and he damn well wanted everyone to know how he felt about
it. His enhanced physiology bulged beneath a standard field
uniform--form-fitting and lightly armored (too lightly, in Harris'
opinion). A NATO X98 combat rifle jostled in his restless hands.

Allman didn't want to inflate the grunt's ego any more than NATO propaganda
and steroids already had, but the man was right. They had no time to play
tourist.

"Come on, kid," Allman said. "We need some compelling samples, and we need
them fast. Plus, I'll be goddamned if I'm walking around this place after
nightfall."

"Alright, alright. Let's go scrape some moss," Holden grumbled.

The woodlands of Earth, or what remained of them, had been Dr. Allman's
sanctuary. And though he was among the first men to set foot on planet
Bismuth, the alien forest spoke to him as though he were still on the
homeworld. His ears picked out the gentle applause of broad leaves being
stirred by the wind, as well as the whispering of a nearby creek

But there was something else.

Allman stopped in mid-stride like a startled deer. Sensing a disturbance in
the monotony of their hike, both young men stopped to stare at the
xenobiologist, whose brow was creased in concentration. Harris lifted his
rifle just a bit.

"What? You gotta take a leak or something?" Harris whispered harshly.

Allman grimaced and shoved a finger against his lips before pointing
towards the direction of the babbling water, where something was still
crunching lazily through the gravel and sediment at the creek bed. Harris
heard it too, his face growing stern. He gestured for the scientists to
stay low and approach with caution.

It was a stroke of luck that the creek was surrounded by long strands of
sharp, waxy grass--perfect for concealing a group of onlookers. Or
predators Allman thought morosely. As they peered through, the creature was
revealed.

The thing was not unlike a mule deer, though with a bulkier frame and an
elongated, aardvark-like skull filled with flat teeth designed for crushing
plant matter. Its clumpy, disheveled amber fur appeared to be molting to
accommodate the warming weather on this temperate region of Bismuth.

"An herbivore, thank goodness," Allman whispered. "It'll probably spook if
it detects us, though. See if you can't get some footage, Holden. Quietly."

Holden, exuberant as always, was already gleefully filming the creature
with his small RuggedCam 4.0.

"Looks like good eating," Harris observed, rasping a glove against his
stubbled chin. He would never admit it, but this was the first complex
alien life form he'd ever seen in person, and he felt damn giddy about it.

Lifting its muzzle from the stream for a second, water dripping from the
long fur on its chin, the animal began to urinate into the water below. The
creature's club-like penis descended as the flow strengthened.

"What are you waiting for, Einstein? Go get a flavor analysis!" Harris
jeered, shoving an elbow into Holden's ribs.

Holden cringed and balled his fists."I got a sample for you right---Oh
shit!" Holden whipped the camera to the left, pointing it downstream.

Allman and Harris followed Holden's gaze. Fifteen yards away and closing, a
muscular ribbon of black scaled flesh raced upstream towards the beast.

Allman felt lightheaded. Whispering as loud as he dared, "Predation on our
first outing. Fucking jackpot!" But Allman couldn't help but wonder just
what this serpent would do to feed on an animal of the Deervark's size. It
was doubtful that an adult anaconda would even attempt to ingest something
that bulky, and this thing appeared to be far smaller.

"Just like the Uncovery Channel! Lookit him go!" Harris rasped, his finger
sneaking its way into the trigger guard of his rifle.

The predator's head reared briefly, gaping and hungry. Its mouth was like a
lamprey eel, though it had only one visible row of teeth which seemed far
too small to do much damage to its current prey. Beyond the thick lips and
teeth was a muscular throat that shimmered with mucus.

"How the hell does it plan to eat something that big?" Holden muttered.

The agile head of the eel darted between the rear legs of the creature and
locked its lips around the dangling penis.

The Deervark lurched forward in alarm, but didn't get far before its gait
grew slow and labored. With undulating, grasping movements, the eel began
to pull more and more of the creature's penis into its long body.

"Oh my fuck," Harris muttered. "Depending on what that snake thing does
next, this is either the best planet or the worst."

Holden continued filming, his cheeks blushing hotly at the lewd
display. It's a goddamn good thing I wore loose pants today, he mused.

The Deervark was now completely still, though its frightened eyes betrayed
its desire to keep running. The penis buried in the eel's rolling throat
appeared to be fully hard now, and its thick lips were now on the
base--where it appeared to gently chew.

Allman was so engrossed in the bizarre scene playing out in front of him
that he nearly failed to notice the smaller eels sliding upstream. "Heads
up, men. There's more inbound."

"Sure enough," Harris muttered. "Hope that thing's got more than one dick."

The smaller eels slid around their larger compatriot without appearing to
bother it. One seized a testicle in its lips for a moment before dropping
off, clearly not interested. The serpents appeared to be smart enough to
know that what they were after was in the general area, but not that their
prey was already engaged--like a gaggle of calves all vying for a single
teat. The Deervark's nethers were swarmed by questing O-shaped mouths
searching in vain.

*Ding Ding* "Low battery!"

Harris and Allman spun towards Holden, their jaws hanging open. The junior
researcher didn't seem to notice, as he was too busy trying to claw open
the battery door on his camera.


*Ding Ding* "Low battery!"

"You didn't fucking charge it. You didn't fucking SILENCE IT?" Allman
hissed.


*Ding Ding* "Low battery!"

"Look, sorry! These fucking consumer cameras are made for hoverboard trick
videos and bachelor parties, not this!" Holden gasped. At last, the Lithi-o
battery tumbled to the grass. "Look, I don't think they heard--"

That was far as he got before one of the eels sprung through the foliage
and plowed into Holden, sending him sprawling through the mud.

"Aw, fuck this!" Harris shouted, grabbing Allman's arm and pulling him into
an instant sprint towards the extraction point. Holden's shouts faded with
eerie speed as the big man steamrolled his way through the foliage with the
doctor struggling to keep up.

"Immediate extraction requested! Harris and Doc Allman only!" Harris panted
into his wrist communicator.

"Fuck that!" Allman shouted. "We've got to go back for him!" He could
already feel the static tingle of the tractor beam preparing to yank them
skyward.

"He's contaminated for sure! He knew the protocol when he signed up!"
Harris roared as the beam intensified.

There was no time to respond. Doctor Allman was rudely torn from the ground
and through the waxy canopy leaves. Higher and higher, into the bowels of
the Starship Darwin.

-----

Holden thrashed and grabbed at the things that slid through his fists with
greasy ease. Something hot seized his thumb and locked it's lips on the
bottom joint. The teeth behind the lips were stubby and dull, except for
one tiny fang that slipped into the webbing between his fingers. Holden
felt an amazing warmth spread instantly through him.

"Goddamnit, Harris...God, you bastard," Holden gasped.

The eel on his hand dropped off and began to slide across his chest. Two
others had mounted his thighs and were much closer to their goal. Their
gaping mouths pressed against the bulge in his Envirosuit. They seemed
puzzled by the fabric barrier concealing their prize.

As the warmth blossomed upward from his bitten hand towards his head,
Holden's frantic thoughts began to calm and shift focus. He gazed into the
wet grasping mouths of the alien creatures and considered what it might be
like if he just undid his pants. Only the pants for now, nothing else. It
was a worthy scientific endeavor, wasn't it?

Holden reached down to his fly and opened it as the eels bumped into and
gently mouthed his knuckles. He shifted the V of his open fly below the
bulge in his jockeys and watched the creatures react with a dazed
smile. The warmth of their mouths could be felt now as they worked over his
barely-shielded cock. One seized the head of his penis and pulled it in as
far as the fabric would allow.

What if he did it? What if he took that final step? Holden grinned. His
head thrummed like it had the first time he'd smoked pot behind his high
school, only it wasn't just his head buzzing this time.

"I'll help you. Be gentle, okay?" Holden slurred.

This time the eels left his hands alone, their prize very close and getting
closer. The instant the waistband cleared the dark purple head of his cock,
the closest eel dove and grabbed it.

"Ah, fuck!" Holden groaned as the strong lips pulled tight just below the
ridge of his glans. Gentle pressure from the stubby teeth pressed into the
sensitive scar tissue beneath the head. Holden arched his back and groaned
as the tiny fang entered and left the delicate flesh of his frenulum. And
then it began to chew, slowly working its way down Holden's growing
shaft. The head of his cock slid into a grooved, muscular throat filled
with hot mucus.

Holden's limbs felt like they were encased in lead. His swollen penis felt
heavy and larger than he had ever thought possible. As he strained to lift
his throbbing skull from the mossy ground, he could see his cock bulging
through the creature's body, the flared head pushing the scaled tube out
just a bit more. As he watched, a ring of muscle squeezed the rim of his
glans and pulled the last of his shaft inside. Holden moaned, his head
falling back. His aching neck strongly suggested that he wouldn't be able
to watch the creature do whatever it was it had planned as its lips and
teeth anchored themselves to the base of his shaft.

Christ, this is overwhelming! Holden's cock, his most precious organ, was
in the wet, clutching throat of a creature that no man had encountered
before now. He couldn't move. He couldn't see anything except the forest
canopy above. Fear and insane lust swirled into an emotional monsoon that
made rational thought impossible. Holden was strapped in for a ride into
the unknown, and his rigid penis was in the middle of it all.

The eel creature knew a cock when it encountered one, but this was
new. Strange, but delicious. It's sensory organs were going mad, pulling
the pheromones from the sweat on Holden's testicles in with deep drags. The
creature's tongue was long and thin. It remained dormant as its new prey
slid inside the esophagus, lying flat as the human penis slid along it
length. Once the organ was enveloped fully, the tongue began probing;
tasting this odd delicacy. The tongue began to retract, sliding against the
veiny length of Holden's shaft until it reached the head. The tang of urine
and pre-cum against its taste buds told the eel all that it needed to know.


Holden's mind, even through the gauzy envenomed haze, deduced what was most
likely about to happen. His thoughts went back to the terrible ordeal he
had once experienced after a car accident as a child--where a doctor had
inserted a catheter rather harshly. "Please...no..." he rasped.


The eel's tongue swept a serpentine pattern across the tip of the human's
member before finding its target. Seating itself between the lips of the
trapped organ, it darted in deeply.


"No!" Holden screamed as loud as he was able. "Jesus that hurts!"


Apparently sensing that it had gone too far, the slender tongue quickly
retreated. Its tapered tip now gently dipped a centimeter or so between
Holden's cum lips, scooping out what was there with quick
flicks. Inflicting pain evidently wasn't this creature's goal.


The eel's throat was lined with muscular ridges that it now squeezed tight
around its prey. It began to undulate, sliding the grasping rings up and
down Holden's penis. One particularly zealous ring slid up past Holden's
cockhead and back over it, causing it to deform and pop back into shape
once the protrusion had passed. Ecstasy and pain blurred into one
indescribable sensation as the eel bullied his penis towards a massive
climax.

Holden was beyond words. A keening wail surged past his sluggish tongue as
he ejaculated what felt like gallons into his captor. Sensing that its food
had at last arrived, the creature's innards kneaded Holden's glans like
fingers trying to knead every drop of juice from a strawberry. The human
semen vanished down the alien gullet to whatever digestive tract the thing
possessed.


As Holden flopped back against the loam, the eel creature sensed that there
was nothing more to be gained from its prey. It released the softening
organ from its maw, plopped down between Holden's thighs, and began its
sluggish retreat to a cool place where it could rest and digest.


The man groaned and shifted his hand down towards his violated
member. Feeling and movement began to return to his limbs little by little
as the short-acting venom lost its potency. Another, far smaller eel had
seized the tip of his glans, but couldn't stretch its mouth open wide
enough to take its turn. Holden swatted at the juvenile animals huddled
around his penis and testicles, sending them sliding away in terror.


"So what now, Holden?" the groggy man rasped as he began to crawl in the
direction his comrades had escaped to. "What're you going to tell the guys
back on the ship?"


It's not like he could pretend that nothing happened, and he was definitely
potentially infected with God only knew what--nevermind the long-term
effects of whatever toxin he'd been hit with. No, Holden decided. I'll tell
them everything. I can't let more researchers get caught...caught with
their pants down.


Despite everything, Holden began to chuckle at his own little joke as he
steadied himself against the gnarled bark of a Bismuthian tree.


Maybe they'll even award me for my dedication to xeno-behavioural study, he
mused. Maybe they'll send me back down here for further...study.


The thought should have horrified him. But just considering a return visit
gave him a thrill in the darkest, most secret reaches of his mind. Holden
resumed staggering through the forest, a sizeable erection blossoming
beneath the wet leg of his pants.