Further Experimentation Required (Patreon)

Sometimes, your world can change suddenly, without warning or expectations. 

For Carol Newman, her life had never really been stable or normal to begin with. To begin with, she was born as a rare, unusual existence. One in a million? Try one in ten million, if that. She'd been a drifter in her youth as a byproduct of her odd condition, one that had resulted in an uncomfortable degree of separation, a length of distance between herself and her peers.

Walls that she had painstakingly crafted and built around herself to separate herself from all those who would judge, attack, insult or demean her in any way, for something she'd been born with, something that, through her life, she'd had no means to do anything about.

When she'd been a young girl, she hated her unusual condition. She had even hated her parents for refusing to get her 'fixed', to 'change' her into a 'normal' person. More than one fight had been triggered by her anger, frustration and despair over her situation, and the pain that it brought. Each and every time she had been discovered, she remembered crying her heart out, cursing and cussing and unleashing her emotions on all that was unlucky enough to cross her path... and yet, her parents had never given in.

Now an adult, she could think nothing other than about how sorry she was for every time she had yelled at her parents. When she was a little kid, she'd wanted nothing more than to be normal, like everyone else around her. 

And now as an adult, she was extremely glad that she had come to accept who she truly was, what she truly was, and all the unique circumstances that came with it. So much had come of it. She had a rather nomadic lifestyle, traveled a lot, for work and for pleasure, all over the country, crossing swamps, deserts, plains, forests and mountains, she had seen everything her country had to offer and then some. 

And it was all thanks to her condition, which had brought her so much pain before.

If one looked at her, nobody would've imagined that Carol Newman hid the secret that she hid. But she did, and she saw it every time she looked in the mirror, and every time she went out and did her job. Thanks to that job, she was quite used to weird and embarrassing situations, and nasty surprises. Hell, she was used to being the source of the surprise, her school life was plagued with them every time she was caught with her pants down, literally.

But she never expected  to find herself experiencing the nasty surprise of,  of all things...

"You're an alien," Carol said, flatly.

"Yes," she had a thrilling, melodious voice, for some reason Carol thought that might be what Mermaids would sound like if they existed. Maybe it was the blue skin, and the edges of her dress which looked like scales, and the head tentacles. Gave off a slightly sea-dweller vibe, all things considered. But she was from the opposite of the sea. Above, not down. "I am Maak'Ita, as I said, I am alien to this planet," she said. "I believe that is the word from someone who comes from off planet, my apologies, learning is one thing, practical use of language is more difficult."

"You're doing great, you really are," Carol said, "but- but what is this, about," she gestured at the baby held in the woman's arms.

She had an alien. On her couch.

"Ah, yes, this is our daughter. I am quite pleased to inform you that she has passed all health tests, and that she is perfectly healthy!" Maak'Ita spoke. "It appears that, unlikely though it might sound, our species appear to be biologically compatible. I do not understand how, as this does not make the slightest bit of biological sense, but we can produce fertile offspring."

"How? I, I'm not a saintly virgin but, but I feel I'd remember if I landed a blue skinned space babe - no offense lady but you're out of this world pretty," Carol said.

Maak'Ita let out a bubbly giggle. "Oh! Compliments are nice!" she said, nodding, her head tendrils trembling a little, her skin flushed, and her lips curling up in a smile a little too wide for a human's face. A reminder that however similar or familiar gestures could seem, some just didn't translate the same. 

"I'm going to need so, so many explanations," Carol said.

And she got them.

A lot of explanations. Hours and hours of explanations. Enough explanations to make her brain go numb, and for them to need to continue the subject over numerous days. Maak'Ita would show off the stealth capabilities her people had developed for observation, time and again, and keep visiting. Somehow, after a few weeks of this... Maak'Ita would one day just kinda move her bunker/lab to a room that wasn't big enough to contain it, and Carol didn't even question the blatant disregard for physics.

What is human understanding of physics, to a species that had long since cracked the FTL barrier?

Nothing, that's what. Besides, Carol wasn't even all that experienced in physics anyway.

"I dropped out of college to do porn," Carol admitted, shrugging. "Sorry I can't really help on the science part," she said.

"Oh! No worries! Humans have a most wonderful custom to post their scientific findings publicly for all to see! And what is not public is easily obtained through artificial intelligence programs scouring through your networks!" Maak'Ita replied, giving a too wide smile that was more predatorial than anything else. 

"Oh. So, uhm, you're sitting on every government secret?" Carol asked, using her hand to play with her baby before setting her back down on the crib. That, too, was a thing. Carol was a... father? now. Whatever. Gender roles didn't apply to her anyway.

She was born with a dick, what's so strange about being a father?

The baby slept peacefully. She had blue skin, like Maak'Ita, but the same blonde hair as Carol did. She was also, according to Maak'Ita, considerably bigger than a baby of Maak'Ita's species would be, though it was just normal for humans.

Honestly they'd have to wait and see. Totally unexplored ground.

But for now, the baby slept peacefully in her room, and meanwhile, Maak'Ita and Carol retreated to theirs.

"So."

"So!" Maak'Ita enthusiastically cut in. 

They sat, next to each other, on Carol's bed. The tanned blonde, voluptuous, bigger in almost every way, opposite the blue alien, slim and petite. 

"You want to experiment some more," Carol said, frowning. "This doesn't mean shoving things up my butt does it? Because... okay I'm not totally disinterested but- but this takes some preparation!"

"Well, I'd love the opportunity, but that's for later! For now, I've seen that there's a rather popular trend of human females to swallow their partner's semen! I don't understand it, but I would like to try. I've seen it said that it's supposed to help closeness of the couple!" Maak'Ita said, her gaze fiery.

"So you want to-"

"Perform what is called oral sex!" Maak'Ita said. "Don't worry, I've made sure that your fluids are not toxic for me to ingest," she said, raising her hand, her three fingers curled in and her thumb, longer and larger than a regular human's, up in a crude imitation of a thumbs up gesture.

"Well I'm not about to pass a blowjob, if you think you can handle it," Carol replied, getting up off the bed, undoing the button of her jeans, pulling down the zipper that contained the beast within her panties, and then pulling down both outer and underwear in a single go, kicking it away and standing before the still seated Maak'Ita, the blue alien's tongue slipping out of her mouth, the prehensile blue organ licking at her lips.

"I should hate this taste," Maak'Ita said. "Yet when I taste you in the air I can't help but be excited," she moaned. "I believe humans use their noses to taste the air... do you feel the same?"

"You, uhm, you smell very clean to me, not like, any particularly strong scent or anything," Carol replied.

"Oh! We don't leak our pheromones as much, I suppose! That might be why yours feel so strong to me," Maak'Ita said, nodding sagely. She brought her hands forward, and with them, grasped at the member in front of her.

She knew it well.

It was big. Bigger than the average in this world, and that went for a species with overly developed sexual traits to begin with. Not that Maak'Ita particularly minded humans being so overly developed, she quite liked that, and found herself liking it more and more the longer she spent with Carol. 

The tanned blonde gasped as she felt the alien's unusual hands grasp around the hot skin of her shaft.

Maak'Ita marveled. "It's so hot, every time I touch it I'm surprised," she mewled, "it feels like you could burn my skin off!"

Carol groaned as the blue babe began to stroke her. They hadn't really practiced handjobs much, apparently Maak'Ita had given her a couple to collect semen samples when she'd been abducted, but that was just to get her hard enough for the machines to do their job.

And now... Maak'Ita's head tentacles moved ever so slightly, almost looking like hair if Carol squinted, as the alien began to move her head forward, mouth open, way bigger than human mouths opened, and yet, even then, not quite enough to comfortably swallow Carol's gifted cock. It'd always given her problems, even when she learned to accept it, and yet-

And yet..!

Never once in her life did Carol experience more joy at the thought of keeping her penis, nor was she ever more grateful to her parents for their insistence, than she was at the time when she felt Maak'Ita's alien mouth swallow her down.

The blue alien babe had no gag reflex whatsoever, in fact, despite the fact that her slim neck was bulging from it, she was able to take Carol down her throat like a champ, no, even more so. The most skilled porn actress would gag and choke and have a fit if they tried to take Carol's prodigious dong down their hatch... and yet, this pleasure, this intensity...

The throat muscles spasming around her cock, not to push her out, but, based on how Maak'Ita's eyes widened... that blue tongue, almost as if it was stretching or extending, wrapping around Carol's shaft, teasing at the veins that ran along its length... 

"Ohh fuck yes," Carol moaned, her hands coming down to grab Maak'Ita's head, and without hesitation, she began to move Maak'Ita in a similar way to what she did, not with the few blowjobs she'd ever managed to get, but rather, treating the blue alien like a sex toy, in an instinctual, primal way.

Not that Maak'Ita complained as she was made to bob her head up and down, roughly, violently, mercilessly and ruthlessly. The difference in physical strength was evident, though Maak'Ita didn't even fight, she wouldn't have been able to had she wanted to, and for some reason, that seemed to only increase the heat overflowing from both sides.

"Ugh, fucking, I'm so backed up since I've not been doing my job at all...!!!" Carol roared, "here it comes, you fucking alien whore!! Take it! Take my semen, drink it all, it's all for you!!"

Maak'Ita let out a cheerful, thrilling noise from the back of her throat, the vibrations causing even more pleasure, kicking Carol's orgasm off in an explosive way, her internal testicles squeezing out a massive thick load of virile and fertile futanari cum, the hot white creamy liquid being shot out almost like it was a shotgun blast, directly down Maak'Ita's throat and into her stomach, or whatever passed for it in her alien biology.

Carol came, and came some more, her hips moving and thrusting into Maak'Ita's face some more, humping her to prolong and strengthen and intensify her orgasm, until finally, she was done, pulling out, her cock still hard, shining with Maak'Ita's spit, a slightly blue tone to it... stickier than human spit and colored blue, being covered in that was quite funky.

Maak'Ita pulled back, brought her hands to her face, and seemed immensely satisfied. "Oh! That's- that's quite a rush!" she said. "I can't believe humans were doing this... Ohhh, I'm full of energy! I love it, it's so thick and it smells so strong, and it has such powerful nutrients, but it's so easy to swallow and digest," she moaned, wiggling in place. "I must absolutely do some more research!"

Carol panted. "So you want to, uhm, try another blowie?"

"Oh may I?"

And she did. A lot. Three more times, in fact! She kept blowing Carol all night long, until Carol couldn't get it up anymore, then pranced about talking  about how energetic she felt. It took three  hours for the rush of the semen she'd swallowed to run out, and for her to crash, sleeping for the next ten hours. It was a little worrying, but more experiments would be run, with Maak'Ita eventually coming to the conclusion that the specific chemical composition of human semen had an unexpected effect on her biology.

About a week of testing went into that, and through that week, Carol had been getting ready for something that had been definitely brewing for a while.

"With so many stories, I just have to try this, I've learned so many things about humans that there's no way this can be wrong!" Maak'Ita said.

She was on her knees, on Carol's bed, behind her, as Carol was on all fours, with her shoulders, hands and head resting on her mattress, while a mountain of pillows and her legs supported her lower body, raising her ass into a comfortable position. She was bottomless, wearing only a long red shirt that was bunched up near her chest and upper back.

Maak'Ita's slim, smooth and long fingers grabbed onto Carol's buttcheeks and spread them, revealing Carol's twitching butthole. Getting prepared for this had taken multiple days, as well as a change in daily routine, especially the hygienic routine, but luckily, Maak'Ita's laboratory had machines that could help speed up the process.

"Is, is there anything you can learn from my butt?" Carol asked, a little hopeful that Maak'Ita might decide to try something else.

"Well, yes! Lots! Like why you humans seem to enjoy inserting objects, and sometimes each other, into this hole that's meant to be exit only," she said. "I believe there are also many persons- forgive me, many people? Much people? Oh! Nevermind!"

"Have you been watching weird kinky porn again?" Carol asked. "I told you that porn's not like, real or-"

"I believe in this world they say, bone apple tea, and thanks for the meal!" Maak'Ita cut her off, and then she dove, spearing her tongue into Carol's butthole. Her tongue was absolutely capable of both stretching and extending, that was for sure, and it could seemingly become thinner and thicker on command as well.

No sex toy she'd ever tried, not even the cleaning tools she used, could prepare her for what it felt to have an alien's tongue inside her butthole, nor did it prepare her for how the slippery, seemingly shapeshifting organ would then explore every nook and cranny of her asshole.

At the same time, Maak'Ita had put a special type of fleshlight to use, shoving it in place with neither restraint nor delicacy, and immediately began to fuck Carol's dick with it, stroking her with what felt like a combination vagina and vacuum, but even the insane, intense pleasure from that couldn't take Carol's mind off of the serpentine tongue going wild inside her ass.

The time and effort spent in preparing was worth it for that unbelievable pleasure, Carol thought as her mind was overtaken by a pink haze as every sensitive spot inside her asshole was touched at once.

Maak'Ita's voice, despite her tongue being busy, was loud and clear. "Mmmhm, can confirm, your prostate isn't where it'd be on a man!" she said cheerfully, "let me keep searching for it! I will make you have a prostate orgasm like the instructional book said."

Carol's eye widened. Wait, an instructional book on anilingus? 

The blonde's eyes moved to a book from one of the shelves in her room.

Undone by the hentai books she'd been sent by her fans, of all things! Fuck! 

"Ohhh fuuuuck! You're way too good at this! I wopn't, I can't hold back anymore, Ita, Ita, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cummmm!!!"

"Go ahead! Cum! Cum for me! Fill up my cup~!"

Carol did, and what an orgasm, her mind went blank and it felt like her very soul escaped through her penis, leaving space only for the unstoppable pleasure.

"Alright, that's another test done... now we just need to test..." 

Maak'Ita pulled something out from under the bed. It was... a dildo, but it didn't look like a human penis at all. It was blue, and it had dark blue patterns on it.

It was...

"Yes, yes it is," Maak'Ita said. "I'll give you a taste of my world..."

And so the night continued, as more and more experiments were conducted, and many, many more samples were obtained... of course, Maak'Ita would mysteriously lose her samples, and ask to collect even more, again and again...