Alien Rescue

by -nixot

     It had been a long, lonely mission. After three dreems by himself, Jaqrak was beside himself. If I don’t get some tangpoo soon, he thought, I’m afraid my flakrap is going to shevnell up and barq. Lark knows, as much as I’ve flarped it lately, it’s about worn down to an ubn!

    At that moment, the sphirid crackled. "Is anyone reppin out there?  Anyone? Please rehlfelb!"

    Jaqrak swiveled to the sphirid. "This is the skatcrat Velpesian."

    "Thank Krevnor!" the voice replied. "I had about given up all phlen!"

    "Please incholate yourself."

    "I am Meryklit. My skatcrat was hit by a mendroid, and I had to leave in a flarm. It’s out of leuf, and I’m frifdring. Can you pelf me?"

    Jaqrak checked his terminon and replied, "Yes, I have you on my terminon. I should be there in a few melrons."

    When he reached the flarm, he bermed Meryklit on his skatcrat.  [Okay, hold it right here! This is getting too reppin complicated. For the sake of the author’s sanity, and possibly that of his/her/it’s readers, let’s apply the Alien to English Universal translator created by that universally-hailed genius, Professor Herkimer Fuknutz of Lower Altoona.]

    When Meryklit had beamed aboard his vessel, Jaqrak was stunned. She, and she definitely was a she, was a gorgeous Androsian. Staring at her beautiful three-breasted form, Jaqrak felt a sudden stirring in his flakrap - oops, in his pecker (there’s still a few bugs in the translator). "Are you okay?" he inquired. "I mean, you certainly look okay. I mean ..." His words trailed off into the ether. Meryklit blushed a delicate shade of mauve. 

    "Yes, thanks to you. You don’t know how miserable I’ve been, all cooped up in that reppin - oops, fuckin’ - life pod, not knowing if I’d ever be rescued. I’m so grateful! How can I ever repay you?"

    That’s easy, baby. thought Jaqrak. Let me bury my face in those glorious boobs for starters! "Oh, don’t worry about it. I was glad to be able to help.  You’re probably tired and hungry. Would you like to eat first or get some rest?"

    Meryklit eyed the bulge in his trousers for a moment, and with a sultry smile said, "What I’d really like is a hot shower."

    "Of course," said Jaqrak and escorted her to the facilities. He left her there and returned in awhile with some fresh clothes. Tapping on the door, he said over the sound of running water, "I brought you some things to wear.  Where would you like me to put them?" 

    "Just come in and set them on the counter, if you would."

    "Sure." said Jaqrak, and he did as requested. As he was turning to leave, the shower door opened and Merklit stepped out.

    "As long as you’re here," she purred, "would you mind drying my knack - oops, back - for me?"

    Jaqrak stood as if glued to the floor. He stared at her fantastic cleavages and the thrusting striplers - oops, nipples - at the tips of her breasts, then let his eyes wander down to the furry, green thatch below her taut belly. He hiccuped. "Uh ... You want me to ... I mean, sure!"

    Meryklit gracefully turned her back to him, and his eyes shifted to new vistas. Her smooth tubboks - oops, buttocks - jutted smoothly and firmly and glistened with moisture. Hesitantly, he took a towel and gingerly dried her back. Then, after a moment’s indecision, he took a hurried swipe with the 
towel down her bottom. She turned around quickly and he stumbled back a foot.  "Sorry," he gulped.

    "Don’t be silly," she said. "We’re both adults here. While you’re at it, why don’t you dry my front as well?

    Speechless, Jaqrak, did as requested. When the towel rubbed against her nipples, she gave a small gasp, and when the towel rubbed the lush greenery between her legs, she moaned.

    "You know," she said, "there’s something else I did without for a long time in that pod, and I think I missed it most of all." As she said that, she let her hand grasp the hardness of Jaqrak’s pecker. It was his turn to moan.

    At light speed, they went to the bunk room. Jaqrak tore off his clothes, and they fell onto the bunk. After much kissing, sucking of nipples, fondling of pecker, and tonguing of tangpoo, - oops, pussy - they could wait no longer. Jaqrak positioned himself over Meryklit, and entered her. Quickly establishing a rhythm, they moved smoothly and urgently together until they cried out in a mutual explosion of thrankak - oops ecstacy.

    Laying in his arms, she smiled at him and asked, "How long before we reach port?" 

    Smiling back at her, Jaqrak replied, "I’m afraid my mission doesn’t reach completion for another two dreems - oops, months."

    "Well," she purred. "I guess we’ll just have to make the best of it. I hope you’re up for it."