by Calista Skye
The door to the control room slides open, and Bleep marches out in her black battlebot costume.
I guess the cricket injection hasn’t totally left my system, because the sight of it and of Brox makes me tingle. Any moment now, Brox might change into his monster form.
No, I decide. That’s not the injection. That’s Brox turning me on just by existing.
“Hi!” Bleep says brightly. “It’s my old teammate! And his little bed warmer. Did I invite you two? I forget.”
“You sold Althea to the Ypp,” Brox accuses. “Knowing what happens to females who are taken by them.”
“Yeah, yeah. Okay, I would not have chosen to sell her to the Ypp. But I didn’t have the choice. That’s how auctions work. He had the winning bid. Hey, I needed money. Because you screwed us out of fifty million. If you had just let the Glup have her when they asked for her, we would now be sitting pretty, just waiting for the next part of the Competition. With a really good chance of winning! No, dude. Don’t blame me.”
Brox is still in his normal shape, but I can tell he’s calming himself. When he explodes, it will be glorious.
“I do blame you,” he growls with such menace that I feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. “She got the injection. If I had been just a heartbeat later, they would have impregnated her. You betrayed me.”
“Waah, waah. You betrayed our whole mission when you failed in giving her to the Glup. Why did you do that? Why did you attack them?”
“I had my reasons.”
“But not good reasons. Organics. I’ll never know why I let you join me in this Competition in the first place. You’re ruled by your cock, like any male. But you know what? I’m willing to forgive you. We have a new ship, courtesy of the Glup. We have the money to continue. We even have goods to sell if we need to raise more funds.” She nods towards me.
“Are you suggesting we team up again?” Brox asks with a voice that says he can’t believe his ears.
“Yes!” Bleep says brightly. “We haven’t actually lost anything. We had a little fight, which team members will sometimes have in tight situations. I’m willing to forget your stupidity.”
“You are?”
Bleep straightens regally. “I am.”
Brox’s hand shoots out and grabs Bleep’s robot body around the throat. “You abandoned me on that red planet,” he hisses. “Then you took Althea, whom you knew was important to me, and sold her to the Ypp. At auction. If you think I won’t kill you for that, you are delusional.”
Bleep strikes his head with both hands, each from opposite sides. But he sees it coming and ducks just in time to avoid being sandwiched. He has to let go of her throat, and she kicks him in the chest, sending him flying through the room. Bleep is shorter, but much stronger than I thought.
“Of course we can never be a team again,” Bleep says and blocks a punch. “You’re too stupid anyway. You should never take part in the Competition. You will never win.”
“We’ll see,” Brox replies and takes hold of Bleep’s arm, then uses it to slam her into the wall so hard the ship shakes. “Or at least, Althea and I will see. You will be floating through space in a million pieces.”
“You will never be rich,” Bleep taunts as she grabs Brox’s hand and flings him across the room. “You will never restore your family’s honor. Which is appropriate. Because you have none. You enjoy hiding underground, I heard.”
Brox tenses up. I can see that hit him hard.
He takes a running jump and punches Bleep in her robot face from high above her, and she’s thrown to the floor.
“My honor is impeccable. At least it was until I met you.”
Bleep glances over at me as she gets back on her feet. “This should never have happened. We should never be fighting! We should have continued the Competition as a team.”
She suddenly leaps across the deck and grabs me in her robot arms.
I squeal and kick and try to get loose, but she’s much stronger than me. She could crush my ribcage in a second.
Brox freezes. “Let her go, Bleep. That’s the woman I love.”
“Love? Love?! Don’t you understand?” Bleep yells. “She’s the problem! She came between us, Brox! She twisted your mind and made you insane in the way that sometimes happens to organics. I forgive you! But while this fur-slitted witch is still alive, we can’t be a team. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
I scream as her grip tightens around my throat. I writhe and kick at the robot, but to no avail.
For a moment everything is frozen and I think, this is what it’s like to die.
Then Bleep says “Now, Brox, wait a moment,” and there’s fear in her voice.
I look up and see why.
Brox is finally changing into his monster form. He grows and changes and becomes a giant, beautiful rancor. I can’t look away as he morphs into a huge body of pure danger in a split second.
And then Bleep lets me go as Brox pounces with a roar that makes my chest shake.
I dive to the deck and curl up by the wall as the monster rips the robot apart with screams of torn metal. The two of them turn into a tornado of flying robot parts, a hailstorm of splinters, and a shower of sparks.
Then I see something that Brox probably doesn’t. One of the sparks doesn’t fall to the deck and go out like the others. This one flies off the wreckage of the robot and comes straight at me, like a tiny white star.
I know what that is.
And I still have the glass jar in my hand.
I only have a second to act, and I get exactly one chance.
When the spark gets to arm’s length of me, I thrust the jar towards it, opening out, and keep swinging it through the air until the opening hits the flat floor.
And the little point of light that is Bleep is trapped inside.
I hold the glass down as she starts furiously flying around in there, pinging hard against the glass and the floor. But not nearly hard enough to break the laboratory grade heavy-wall glass that’s designed to withstand both high pressures and vacuum.
“Let me out right now!” she screams when she realizes that she’s trapped, now glowing a furious red. “I’ll tear that stupid fur off your head!” The glass makes her voice sound distant.
“Brox,” I call urgently to the monster, who’s busy tearing Bleep’s old robot body into ever smaller pieces, probably looking for the owner. “Here she is! No, don’t change back. Stay a monster!”
The beautiful rancor that is Brox comes lumbering, and I almost panic. But not quite.
I point to the glass jar. “Look!”
He bends down and growls fiercely at the trapped microscopic robot, and Bleep goes green, dims noticeably and retreats down to the floor in her jar.
Then Brox grabs a part of the robot’s torn chest plate, gently takes hold of my hand, and replaces it with the jagged metal piece on top of the jar so I don’t have to hold it down.
His touch on my hand is so soft and gentle, it makes my head spin. It is as I thought: even in his deadly monster form, he will never hurt me. I can see the light in his eyes, as clear as ever as he takes me in with his apex predator eyes.
And the prey in me responds. The old heat wells up in me. In a more primitive species, it would be the urge to run before I get eaten. And I do feel that as an ancient response. But there’s something else I feel much more.
“Fuck me,” I urge him. “Just like that. Fuck me while you’re at your most dangerous.”
His monster cock responds to my begging and hardens in a second until it strains skywards. It’s not much bigger in this form, but it was always more than big enough.
I strip off the stinky gray wrap and stand naked before the huge monster, heat pooling at my core. I’m always ready for him, but now I’m more so than ever.
There will be no gentleness this time, no caresses or sweet kisses. That’s fine. I want that.
The monster comes in close, and I feel the heat from it on my skin. It’s up to
him if he eats me or fucks me now. I shiver with fear and arousal. I’m offering myself up to the monster, to do with whatever he wants. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, never been more prey.
Brox grabs my shoulders and turns me around, then pushes me down so my ass is in the air.
“Yes,” I whimper with incredibly aroused relief as the apex predator has clearly decided to fuck me and not kill me. “Take me!”
He lifts me while I’m still bent over and then skewers my sex with his incredible monster cock.
I moan as the hard alien manhood slides all the way into me with a scandalous squelching sound from my stretched pussy. Now my female flesh knows what to expect from his features, and it feels like everything is going giddy with expectation. My whole body tenses up and there’s a surge of heat that just melts my insides as he pulls out and plunges back in, releasing endless amounts of joy. Hey, being eaten out that tongue of his is cool, but being fucked by him in his monster form is another experience altogether.
He grabs me roughly and lifts me, supporting my thighs and holding me at his hip height in a still bent-over position. Then he starts fucking me for real, lifting me and lowering me on his cock like I’m little more than a fleshlight. The monster’s snarl fills the space we’re in. Every one of my senses is filled with him. He owns and controls all of me right now
“Yeah, fuck meeee!” I moan and whimper and urge him on. This is all for his pleasure, which is appropriate for a savanna-style predator who’s caught his prey. But nobody said the prey can’t enjoy it, too. And I am. The monster owns my cunt, and he uses it the way he wants to. I want nothing more.
The climax hits me and I scream as hard as I can in ecstasy and bliss. It’s a ruthless orgasm that his cock forces from my powerless body and mind. Both have long since surrendered to his overwhelming power.
Brox comes inside me with hard spurts of hot juice and a triumphant roar that makes my lungs shake.
Then there’s heat and softness and the color blue.
Yeah, it takes me a while to come back to my senses.
He’s back in his normal shape, and that’s actually fine with me. He’s spectacular enough just like this. That other form I think is best used sparingly.
I lie on top of him, using him as the world’s most perfect bed. My head is at his chest and his slow, strong heartbeat is in my ears. I absentmindedly draw a heart on his blue skin with a fingertip.
“Can we keep using this saucer?”
“You don’t like the Glup ship?”
His skin is so smooth under my finger. Smooth and warm. “I really don’t. So dark and creepy.”
“I agree.”
I gently kiss his chest as a thank-you. “So, was it true?”
“What?”
“That thing you told Bleep.”
“Which thing?”
“That I’m the woman you love.”
“Have you known me to lie?” he growls.
“No. I really have not. It’s just… it seems too good to be true.”
“Well, it is. I love you.”
“And I love you.”
He sighs. “I couldn’t understand why I attacked the Glup that first time. Now I do. It was you. I couldn’t stand the thought of giving you away. The idea makes me… afraid.”
I shudder at the memory. “Me too.”
“It took me too long to understand. But something good came of it. I can now control the Combat form better.”
“I love that. You’re awesome.”
Some time goes by while I just enjoy being this close to him and feeling so incredibly safe. Our mixed juices are still dripping out of me, and it feels perfect.
“Althea.” His voice makes me vibrate, as always.
“Yes?”
“Will you marry me?”
For a moment I think I heard him wrong. Then I realize what the answer has to be, with a certainty that makes me dizzy. “So, you have marriage in your culture, too?”
“Sometimes. When the bond is strong. So you won’t?”
I kiss his blue chest. He’s as insecure when proposing as any other man would be. “I will, of course. Brox, I will marry you. Uh-huh. Sure. Absolutely. Yeah. Yes.”
He sighs comfortably. “Then I will make it my life’s mission to make you pronounce my name right.”
“Am I really doing it that wrong?”
“Yes.”
“Will you spank me for it?”
“You know I will.”
A tingle shoots to my clit. “While I’m held firmly by that weird whipping wall of yours?”
“Certainly.”
“And then you’ll fuck me good and hard?”
“I think you can count on that. I will make sure my wife gets the discipline and the matings she needs.”
I sigh contentedly. “We’ll see about that. I won’t be a meek and docile wife. We have differing opinions about men and women.”
“I know.”
“Actually, I know someone who can marry us. I mean, wed us. Grrr. You know what I mean.”
“A cleric, a master of the sacred ceremonies, party to the ancient secrets and the ways of worshipping our holy ancestors who have gone before.”
“Exactly! Umm. Kind of. Well, something like that.”
- - -
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Tricia says hurriedly with a voice that trembles. “And now I’d like a drink, if there is any such thing around here.”
The lounge in the saucer feels cramped with all the people from the colony in here. But it’s a far better option than trying to cram Brox into the evacuation ship. We found it right where it was supposed to be, accelerating out of Mars orbit with Earth as the final destination. Trying to attach the docking tube to the primitive Earth-designed module was a hassle, and trying to convince the guys to trust the tube and come into the saucer was even worse. But here they are, pale and shocked and constantly pinching themselves to check if they’re dreaming. It’s perhaps not the most stylish wedding ever, but certainly the most memorable.
“I think there just might be,” I state. “There’s a machine that makes food, anyway. It might be possible to get drinks from it. And there’s one that makes clothes. That’s where I got this.” I motion to my jumpsuit, which I got the alien machine to make after an hour of fiddling. It fits me like a glove, and it’s pitch black. To balance that I got the machine to make a sheet of thin white fabric of the same kind that Bleep made my transparent suit out of. I’m wearing it as a shawl, or actually more like a cape. It is my wedding, after all, and I should wear something white.
Some of the other guys get busy with the food machine, and I’m sure they’ll be passing out drinks soon. It’s not hard to operate.
Everyone is keeping their distance to Brox, who towers over everyone and looks just like the lethal jungle-style apex predator monster he really is. But his hand is around mine, and I feel safer than I thought would be possible.
In space. Held by a huge alien shapeshifter warrior.
Well, he is my husband.
“Was that all?” he asks and frowns. “That was a short ceremony.”
I squeeze his huge hand. “Short and sweet. And totally valid. Tricia is the station chief and has the authority to do all kinds of things. Including weddings. I don’t think she ever expected to, though. Certainly not between an alien and an Earth chick.”
“Hmm. I will take your word for it.”
“You do that, my love. Anyway, shall we take these people back to Earth? They need a long break from anything that reminds them of space. And I think the authorities would like to know what’s happened. Earth has to get ready for alien contact.”
He lifts me up and kisses me passionately, ignoring the surprised looks from the colonists.
Then he puts me down, gives my ass a hard slap that makes me yelp, and goes into the control room.
Tricia just stares after him. Then she clears her voice. “So what the hell is actually going on?”
I s
cratch my chin. “You might want to sit down for this.”
It takes me most of the journey to Earth to finish my tale in very abbreviated form.
“Okay,” Tricia finally says. “If I weren’t inside a spaceship, and if I hadn’t seen that alien dude, and those creepy aliens that attacked the colony, I wouldn’t have believed one word of this. But the way things are, I guess I just have to accept it. And speaking as a girl, that warrior is pretty… I guess, intriguing? He makes me want to run as fast as I can away from him, but at the same time… I don’t know.”
“At the same time, he makes you want to jump his bones right here,” Jessica says, having clearly found the right way to make high-alcohol content drinks with the alien machine and made the most of it. “I mean, it would kill you, of course. Hell, that bulge… But feels like it would be maybe worth it, Althea?”
She drunkenly tilts her head and looks at me quizzically.
“Maybe,” I reply. “Maybe it’s worth it.”
The ship judders once. “I think we’re here,” I say as the hatch opens and sunlight floods the lounge. I peer out. Yep, that’s a park in a city that looks a lot like Miami. Not the place I would have picked to land a flying saucer in plain daylight, but Brox was never one to hide.
I long to be alone with him again. “Okay, off you go now. Thank you for attending my wedding. Um… it might be a while before you get your thank-you cards.”
The colonists file out fast, plainly thrilled to be home. Some of them run down the ramp, get down on their knees, and kiss the grass.
“You’re not coming?” Tricia asks.
“You know, I think I’ll go on honeymoon before all the bureaucracy bullshit starts,” I state seriously.
She gives me a knowing smile. “Somewhere out of state?”
“Probably,” I say as I hug her. “If we can get cheap tickets.”
She points past me at Bleep in her glass prison. “That’s the coolest lamp I’ve ever seen. Like a super bright spark just floating in the air.”
I usher her out the hatch. “It’s actually not as cool as you’d think.”
The hatch closes, and I feel the saucer shake like it does when it takes off.
