The “Where Have You Been andi, It’s Been Six Months” Update

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?

Not that it’s been a big thing. My follower count here has been steady, but I feel like 90% of my followers no longer visit Tumblr. Probably higher?

No matter. It’s been about 6 months since I last posted something, so I might as well update and explain what’s going on.

Bad Cuts

When I last posted, I was recovering from a knife injury. That sapped all the motivation I had in completing the standing projects I had at that time. After I mostly recovered from that, I entered a depressive funk for unrelated reasons for about a month. Eventually, I recovered, especially when I realized I needed to move from my old place. 5 years in a glorified basement was long enough. So I made an effort, and two months ago I moved to a nice new place. A week after I moved in, the landlords decided to sell the building. You see how this is all going.

Regardless, I made slow strides in finishing up what projects I could. And now I can say I made enough significant progress to talk about them! So let’s do that, and be on with it.

A Long Trip, Part 2

So, I’m at a point where I can say I’m finished with Part 2 of A Long Trip to Nowhere Important. As it stands, though, it’s about 4 times as long as Part 1, and possibly longer than [REDACTED RETCONNED NOVELLA]. Who knew that introducing a new character would be so difficult?

Furthermore, I’m at a standstill. I’m undecided whether to add yet another sex scene. It sounds like the weirdest point to be undecided, I know, especially when there’s some character development that is possible through that sex scene. But I’m also just…you know, kind of done with this part? And I kind of want to move to edits so I can move to Part 3, where another character will be introduced. (Joy!)

At this point, I’m going to hold off doing anything further until I deal with the other two projects first.

A Fun Little Swim, Part 2

This one is in editing stages still mainly because I haven’t done anything to edit it since I heard back from the new editor (who thankfully is still around). I’ll be reaching out to them to let them know that I am working on it again, and then we’ll see if we can make another round of edits work.

The Great Lake

This one…well, this one is about to get interesting. First off, I finally went and finished Chapter 3 of this story this past week! Huzzah! Of course, now I’ve all but completely forgotten the entire arc I had in mind for this story, buuuut at the very least certain parts of it will remain. I know the ending at least, I know the parts I want in there.

But here’s where things get interesting: I once again have no editor to look at this. The person I have editing A Fun Little Swim was reading this from the perspective of it being a monster piece. The Great Lake is more…futa-centric. And honestly, they’re not into that stuff, which is fine.

As I finished up Chapter 3, though, I began to think that I couldn’t just constantly hold out hope that an editor will show up and look these stories over for free, much as I would like them to. Not to mention I’ve lost touch with my original editor, who was…having a time in this pandemic. Moreover, these stories are unique in that I wrote them on my handy typey thing (aka Freewrite Traveler. Aside: Can I just say the Hemingwrite they just showed off recently was…kind of an overpriced joke?).

Eventually I came up with, or perhaps accepted, the idea that I should just publish these regardless of whether they’ve gotten polish from an editor or not. Admittedly, it’s frustrating because I risk getting whacked with poor ratings. But at the same time, it does mean that I will actually publish more than one story this year! How about that!

So I’ve been doing my best the last couple days polishing up The Great Lake into something decent. Then I will submit the first chapter to Literotica. I will probably do that tomorrow. Yes, you heard right: We might have something new by the end of August!

If these first three chapters do well, I may move to do the same to some other stories that have been gathering cobwebs (though not all of them) for lack of an editor. Scene from an Abandoned Bathroom in particular stands out in this regard. If they don’t do well…I’ll just chalk them up as a loss, and go back to seeking out editors.

The Immediate Future

So, this is what the plan looks like for the next month, month and a half:

• August-September(ish):The Great Lake, Chapters 1-3
• September/October:A Fun Little Swim, Part 2
• September (maybe): Scene From An Abandoned Bathroom

No guarantees though. We’ll see how this all pans out.

Anyway, take care. And hopefully the next blog post will happen before the end of February.

So, quite a bit has happened in the last month or so. A bit to cover, I guess?

Edits, Part 1!

So, good news: I have an editor again. Edits are resuming on stories, though they are still on the slow side. The first story likely to be completed will be “Those Who Came Before.” We’ll see how this all plays out. Other stories will follow, though to what degree I don’t know.

New Project?

I’ve been chatting with the talented Chimera46 on a new project. Previously, we worked on a little script for No Nut November. This one is likely to be a bit bigger than that. We’re still sussing out details, but more information will come in the weeks and months ahead. Hopefully you’ll like it.

Edits, Part 2!

I had the honor of recently editing Miki3dx’s latest work,Bimbo Training Session 3. It was quite a bit of work, but rather fun ^_^ I hope you guys pick it up and enjoy it for yourself! There is potential for future work with Miki, stay tuned…

Small (But Cute) Thing

Recently I commissioned the wonderful Hizzacked to do a cute chibi pic of my OC Tilen! She looks so cute

A Single Comment

I would comment on the current pandemic crisis and how it’s affecting me. That said…another crisis has come up. I will only offer the following: I am fine, where I live is under a curfew though. Not much more I can really say.

Take care of yourselves out there.

Finally. Over 12000 words later, the first draft of Cantata for the Wolf Moon is done! I’ve sent it over to my editor, and it will be disseminated over some select channels for reading and commentary. We’ll see where that goes.

Next on the agenda is Those Who Came Before. I’m thinking of changing up a chunk of the writing to maintain a narrative consistency to it. That’s harder to do than most people think. But it’ll also likely make the story shorter, which is kind of what I’m trying to aim for here. We’ll see how that goes.

I’m also mulling a couple other ideas at the moment, but that may stall if I decide to pursue the website project. I’ll keep you informed.

So, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s strange how I still see erotica artists post stuff on occasion, even though even their avatars have been pixelated to oblivion. I’ve seemed to escape that fate…BUT AT WHAT COST

Regardless, for the first time in a long time, I’ve been actively writing erotica stories. How about that? All of them relate to Dizzydills’ universe, which I’m fond of (admittedly) I’ve completed 85-90% of one story, with all the heavy lifting done on it. All that’s left are the introduction and interstitials. I expect this to be done in the next day or two. It’s called “Cantata for the Wolf Moon.” It involves Cassidy and…well, I’ll let you guess

Or, to summarize:

It would take place presumably at the end of her abduction arc. Basically, Cassidy is brought home by the crew of the Andromeda, and presumably, life returns to normal. Except it doesn’t. Cassidy is a changed woman from her experiences, and returning to relative isolation again has an impact on her. She starts having strange sexually charged dreams that cause her to think about just who she is as a person. Her sexual needs no longer make sense. Then one night, under the wolf moon, it all starts to click…
(may have been partly inspired by a certain t-shirt going around the Internet right now about not needing therapy )

There are two other stories I’ve also touched on recently. One was “A More Pleasing Form,” designed to be a Sasha origin story involving her interactions with a liquid “symbiont” and her own misgivings on alien sex. I had bit of a breakthrough after being stuck on the primary sex scene for months. So that should see some progress over the next couple weeks.

The second is “Those Who Came Before,” which is a story centered on Gwen after her escape in her origin story and the implications of her having unique DNA connected to an ancient powerful species. While I had a general idea of what I planned to do, the breakthrough I had allowed me to re-think the logistics of the sex scene. I recalled something I once read involving 2001: A Space Odyssey. Carl Sagan had met with Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick during the film/book’s development, and the latter asked for his input about aliens. He argued that it’s highly unlikely that extraterrestial life would resemble anything we’ve dealt with on Earth. By a similar train of thought, who is to say sex between an alien and a human would bear any resemblance to humans having sex with each other? Such thinking guided me to come up with some different and exciting. This story will take less time, and I hope to finish in the next week or so (though no promises)

I’ve reopened contact with my former editor and proofreader. I’ll have to wait and see if they respond. Hopefully they do, I liked what they did for me…

My hope is that at least 1 story is done this month. Ideally, 2. It would be a miracle if 3 were done. Which leads us to…

Future Plans

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to move forward with my erotic writing, especially in terms of publication. One of the unfortunate problems with at least one of those stories is that runs afoul of the rules at major erotica sites like Literotica and Lush Stories. I feel like it would break the rules here too. That limits publication potential to places like Hentai-Foundry (which isn’t exactly known for its stories) and ASSTR (which suffers from the legacy of being a Usenet database at a time where most people reading this would not even know what that means). I need to think bigger.

That’s why I’m reconsidering the option of running my own site. It’s been on my mind, but I pushed it aside when other priorities took precedent in my life. Now the situation has changed, and I want to write again. (Some friends and my counselor have suggested I do the same.) Having a place for them that isn’t just here, or some other site would prove useful.

That said, it would be a big project that would take up a serious amount of time. While hosting is mostly a non-issue (I know who will host me), there are matters of:

• Site Design (use an off-the-shelf theme? Redesign said theme to fit my needs? Build a custom theme entirely?)
• Domain Registration
• Hosting Logistics (Storage space, rates, support, etc.)
• Writing all the Site Copy and Meta Data (for SEOOOOOO)
• Incorporating Stories (Properly)

vorentacle:

Well, it didn’t have a story before. Now it does. I was updating Hentai-Foundry and it was its turn. And I remembered a theme I wanted from it. So, since I’ve been in a writing streak with the newest project, I figured I can write something shorter with this one too.

https://vorentacle.blogspot.com/2014/07/ancient-leeches.html?zx=5bb090c40fab00de

While I’m slowly backing out of Tumblr, I will still make reblogs here and there. Like this one, from an artist who hasn’t been censorfied!

(Note: This segment is really long)

Sylvia swam lackadaisically in place, her breasts poking above the surface along with her head.  She thought about her past lovers in their various shapes and forms. It was soothing yet naughty to remember them all.  Some were fleeting, others longer-term commitments. All of them knew and were friendly with each other, she made sure of that. Her job necessitated something other than monogamy, yet polyamory felt natural regardless. It was nearly at the point that she could find a partner with relative ease, no matter the port of call.

As those dirty thoughts swirled Sylvia’s mind – including one birthday idea involving an abandoned space station, a few dozen lovers, and various “supplements” that would make her pliant and insatiable – she suddenly realized her current conundrum. She wanted to get off now, rubbing one out with her left hand, but to do so would have meant to stop swimming…which would result in her slowly sinking and drowning. In the midst of her lusty haze, Sylvia Summers once again didn’t quite think things through.

However, just as she was about to grumble, she heard a splash, as if something surfaced from below. Breaking her floating stance, she looked up and around. It was then she saw a tentacle about 10 feet in front of her.  It was a mix of blues and purples and bulbous in looks.  While it lacked an eye, its pose was clearly pointed to her, indicating it sensed her presence.

Sylvia’s eyes lit up, and a wide grin projected from her face.  Her favorite partners had tentacles.  The sheer flexibility of how they were used, even if they weren’t the creatures’ sex organs, made subsequent fuckings all the more unpredictable, fun, and downright pleasurable.  One time, she had yearned so much for a particular favorite after arriving a major port, she tore off her clothes as she walked a city block to her lover’s abode…getting a ticket in the process.

That wouldn’t happen this time.  “Ohmigod yessssss,” she uttered, swimming quickly toward it.

The creature was a lot closer than it usually it was toward these “human” aliens. But it was exercising caution, uncertain of the threat the alien in front of it possessed.  Its response struck fear: It advanced very rapidly toward it.  That was typically an indication of aggression. But usually these aliens would only take aggressive measures through repulsion.  What gives?

Then the human alien began interacting with the creature by grabbing it with its “hand,” followed by a slick organ coated in a unique liquid substance.  It then understood the alien’s intention.  These particular aliens, capable of performing breeding actions as a recreational activity, do such things as using its tongue as a method of entertainment. The female notably did this to stimulate the sex organ of its partner, regardless of the the latter’s species or gender, using a body part primarily involved for food sustenance. The creature reproduced asexually and was thus incapable of arousal, so the female’s effort was a bemusing and futile exercise. Nevertheless, it understood that this alien desired processing – albeit in a manner more befitting of returnees than first timers. The creature let its guard down and went to work on the alien.

As Sylvia licked the tentacle, she noted the neutral taste of it, which she found unusual.  It also wasn’t responsive to her tongue.  She attempted to suck on it, but the effects were similar. Puzzled, but too horny to truly step back and assess her options, she kept trying.

Suddenly, several more tentacles of various sizes and forms surfaced, surrounding Sylvia.  By the looks of it, she was trapped…just the way she wanted to be. Her demeanor turned even more lecherous as she spun around all of them.  “Mmmm…I guess you caught me, boys,” She said huskily, unsure if she was talking to one or multiple creatures. “I deserve to be punished, don’t I?” She lifted her arms, offering herself completely.

In response, the tentacles submerged.  Seconds later, she gasped as she felt two of them wrap around each of her ankles.  She playfully fought against them, as if to spur them to coil around her.  They did so with haste, lifting her up and practically controlling her legs into folding themselves up.  The word she uttered in response through her bit lip was simply “More.”

Soon after, more tendrils surfaced, covering her torso with more of the creature’s flesh. “Yes, more,” she said in reply. She felt two tentacles circle and tighten around the base of each of her tits. That made her squeal in surprise: She never tried [1] bondage before, but the tightness around her stretched boobs felt incredible. Her arms followed suit, being held straight behind her back.  In the end, she was completely bound, with her engorged pussy completely exposed while held up in the air and spread eagle.

It was almost perfect. It just needed one more thing. “Please fuck me, please fuck me,” Sylvia uttered in a chant.

To answer her prayer, two more tentacles appeared. These looked distinctly different from the others.  The first had a greenish tip that opened and closed like a flower bulb, pulsating next to her pussy.  The other, a reddish-purplish one, resemble a drain plug at the tip. That nestled next to her asshole.

Sylvia knew what would come next, and she begged, waiting for this moment ever since she landed on this backwater planet. “Please, please, put em in…put em in me. Do it…fuck me…please!” She said between moans.

The creature observed the alien, assessing the right moment to insert the tools. While it was clear the alien had shown full cooperation in being processed, its bioelectric activity exceeded what the creature was used to. The insertion had to instigate a positive feedback loop so that the body would welcome its presence, and so that it would better tune into the electrical response for proper processing.  It didn’t take too long, though, and with one swift thrust, inserted the tools into the alien.

As the green probe hit Sylvia’s cervical wall, and the red probe briefly stretched her sphincter, they popped a mental bubble that had hung over her head since the time she was caught on Z95. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the orgasm crashed through her body like an earthquake, causing her to shudder in immense pleasure.  The intensity was so overwhelming that she could barely utter anything but small squeaks, making more noticeable guttural noises with the aftershocks. As her body writhed, she swore it was perfection.

“Thank you,” she barely whispered as the waves subsided. “Thank you.”

A moment would pass.  Sylvia wasn’t sure what was going on, though.  Even in her post-orgasmic haze, she sensed something was amiss. She thought it would fuck her properly.  But it didn’t seem like the creature was actually doing anything to her.  While she certainly didn’t mind the lack of action, and the creature showed no real intention of harming her, it was still rather strange. She started wriggling around for the fun of it. It had been a while since she was wrapped up like this, especially with a tentacle creature.

Suddenly, Sylvia felt an odd pinch, followed by something tube-like slipping past her cervix into her womb.  She giggled. “Oh, getting me pregnant, are we?” She asked coyly. Not that she minded the intrusion: After that orgasm, she yielded completely to this fascinating creature’s whims, sensing she would come more in the near future.

The creature trod carefully with the alien.  While its behavior was similar to that of returnees, this was still a first timer. Otherwise, it would’ve been done over a minute ago. While the scanning probe was still getting a better read on nerve activity, the insertion probe entered the alien’s “uterus.” It understood the cavity to be the place where the aliens incubated their zygotes before they converted into fully functional offspring. Depending on the lining’s thickness, it would make access to the nervous system easier or more difficult.

The creature inserted a tethered sac into the uterus, allowing it to expand.  Assessing the thickness of the lining through the amount of pressure applied to the sac, it found that nerve access would be a relatively simple endeavor.  After a moment, the sac deflated and withdrew, and tiny hair-like filaments spread throughout the alien’s parental cavity in its wake. Meanwhile, the scanning tool got a full read on the bioelectric pulses, noting with interest areas of stimulation such as its current location, the large orifice near the brain used for food sustenance, and the secondary entry point for its processing fluid. It was time for the next phase.

Meanwhile, Sylvia was a bit let down. For a moment, she felt her belly distend briefly, only to have it just as quickly withdraw. It would be nice if she got something out of this. Even some eggs would be good.

Then, she felt the strangest, most wonderful feeling. As the creature’s fibers attached to the nerves in her uterine muscle, she suddenly felt completely connected to this odd being.  She could not only feel the tentacles inside her and holding her, but also those still hanging near to the main body underwater, as though they were parts of her own body.  She could not control them, however. Still, being able to feel her own self being bound and toyed with aroused her immensely.

Sylvia also felt the presence of the creature’s mind inside hers, probing for some information.  Because of the neurological connection, she did the same, trying to understand its purpose. It certainly wasn’t fucking her, at least in the strictest sense of the word. If she could get an explanation…

The creature sensed the presence of the alien’s mind trying to enter its own. It made no efforts to resist, and in fact guided the mental processes to its memories.  There had been many aliens before this one that, because of their intelligence, sought to understand why they were being processed. While it had no oral method of communication, its visual imagery provided enough detail to explain what was happening.

As Sylvia began probing the creature’s mind for answers, she couldn’t help but feel two more tentacles climbing to the surface. They felt rather unique: They had flexible cups on the ends of them.  She saw them approach her tightly wound tits, and smiled. “More kinky fun, eh?” She said, giggling.  “Go on.”

The cups firmly attached to Sylvia’s nipples, as she suspected.  They created a suction effect, enlarging her nipples to a significant degree.  She elicited a moan of approval. Again, bondage sessions weren’t something she did then, but she’ll indulge in similar activities occasionally, especially when tentacles were involved. The reason she didn’t have them was more practical than moral: Her alien partners often didn’t know human anatomy enough for such playful detours.

From there, Sylvia felt something emerging from the cups: Filaments slightly different from those currently bonding her to the creature at a neurological level.  Slowly they spread out. For a brief moment, as they did this, Sylvia thought about how Juli would be amazed at the amount of control this creature had over its body. It could manipulate fibers smaller than a hair with precision. It was almost like an organic machine.

Of course, such scientific flights of fancy were short-lived, this time with a gasp as the filaments entered her nipple ducts and slowly penetrated the insides of her breasts. She panted as she felt them go deeper, not feeling the least bit of pain thanks to the minimal thickness and flesh-like texture they possessed.  It was impossible to make human breasts fuckable without extensive genetic modification that was all but illegal in the galaxy, so this was the next closest thing.  Sylvia couldn’t deny the pleasure it was giving her as the fibers moved deeper into the body, but that was the most she would admit.

She recovered just enough to continue her mental investigation of the mystery surrounding this creature.  Eventually, she reached the creature’s cognitive functions, or what resembled them.  There, she found the concept of “processing.” The language and the instructions however were foreign to her, beyond merely that word.  Was that the purpose this creature served? If so…what did that mean? That, she could not understand.

Unable to find answers there, Sylvia sought the creature’s memories, which were an open book. There, she found hundreds of different alien individuals, complete with bio-profiles and their shape (though, since it lacked ocular senses, an actual visual was not available). Their genders varied considerably. Finally, she came upon the humans in the memories, and found that almost all of them were female.

She was able to also glimpse into memories of the “processings” of these particular women.  Based on vibrations, she could hear some of them: Their moans, squeals, gasps…all of them sexual, all of them willing.  She even recognized some of the voices: They were the women she met at the village! So they weren’t lying…they all experienced this “processing.”  And to properly enjoy it, she needed an orgasm. A big one. Luckily, Sylvia knew herself enough to express just how to do that.

Sylvia relaxed, much like she had done when she first floated out here. While she understood the creature as being incapable of controlling her mind – which, given her prior experiences often resulted in her walking into bulkheads, she wasn’t particularly fond of anyway – she still yielded to it and opened her dirty thoughts to it.  All her past lovers, especially the tentacle ones, came to the fore. A moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, Sylvia felt a jolt.  A very pleasurable jolt at that, though one that opened her eyes. It was as if suddenly, she were administered a slight shock to every single erogenous zone in her body…even places she didn’t realize were erogenous (and she thought she was thorough!). A couple seconds passed, then another jolt coursed through her.  The one that followed came even sooner than that, creating a pulse that rose with time. About the eighth jolt, which was only 20 seconds after the first, she felt her muscles spasm as another orgasm came crashing through her body.  She groaned as her body writhed about, riding the pleasure wave…while at the same time facing an increasing pulse coming from the creature.

Down below, the creature sensed the alien’s electrical discharge.  It wasn’t strong enough to trigger the final part of the process.  As a result, the creature increased the pulses it sent out. It currently stood at close to 1 Hz. It was capable of producing pulses at up to 1 KHz, but for most of the human aliens, 5-10 Hz was enough to trigger final stage.

Sylvia closed her eyes again.  She suspected she would either cause the creature to short-circuit, or she would get a powerful enough orgasm that would knock her unconscious. While she guessed the latter, she would give it a bit of a fight. After all, she was really enjoying this: While she wasn’t having real sex, what the creature did to her nevertheless made her the most aroused in months.  It felt like it was untangling all the knots of late, helping her fall back into her purest form: That of a sexual woman.

As the pulses increased, she consciously tried to move the pulse around her body, concentrating it on different spots. It was a trick she learned from a previous lover to ensure that she could enjoy longer bits of coitus, and strengthen the impact of her orgasms. That they were pulses rather than the thrusts of an alien cock made it easier to control. Soon, she felt the pulses reach her extremities while still brushing her erogenous zones. It was amazing.

Sylvia sensed another tentacle surfacing.  This one decided to snake around her torso instead of going straight to its intended goal, which she found out to be her mouth. She welcomed its presence upon arriving at her bit lips. She let it slowly slide down her throat, tickling the two parts the pulse touched on – one of which was discovered today. As it stood in place, she wondered about its purpose.  However, she lapsed her concentration, causing her to come very close to orgasm.  A quick re-establishment fixed that, and she decided not to think about the strange things the creature did next. To best enjoy the ride, she minimized her thoughts.

Soon enough, the creature began secreting a chemical in different parts of her body: through her rectum, throat, and her breasts (directly into her bloodstream in the last case).  Sylvia suddenly felt a pleasurable burning sensation emanate from her stomach and into more stimulating parts inside her. She was a boiling sealed pot and ready to burst.  The creature knew what it was doing.  Yet she persisted in controlling the pulses.  If she was going to be processed, she wanted it to be thorough.

The creature registered surprise. The alien rerouted its bioelectric pulses, controlling them so as to not trigger the final discharge. Even the injection of the necessary chemicals to fully process the being didn’t set it off. Given the chemicals’ response time, it needed to act fast. So the creature took a risk, and raised the pulses, already at 9 Hz, to 16 Hz. That was the highest it ever went with an alien. But it felt it should be enough to trigger final discharge.

Sylvia suddenly felt the surge in pulse frequency and fought to contain it. But it was going so strong, that she couldn’t hold back anymore. So why bother? She realized that she wanted this.  The perfect ending: Drowning in pleasure.  With that, she let go.

The orgasm that followed was a tsunami of pleasure. For the three seconds she endured of it, her body convulsed, wanting to explode with energy. The tentacles struggled to hold her in place as she wriggled.  She saw bursts in the back of her eyes as everything turned to white. Sylvia desperately wanted to ride it through, but her mind was too overwhelmed by the sensations that rolled throughout her body. She soon lost consciousness.

Sensing the final discharge and subsequent drop in mental activity, the creature felt relief. The internal changes had already begun, and if the alien, especially a first-timer, caught on, it would react irrationally, possibly killing itself accidentally.  The creature sent one final pulse, then began to slowly pull its mark under the water.

After much bombast had sprung for about ten minutes, the area around this part of Colwyn Llyn went quiet once again.  The warm waves rocked against the sand.  A small assortment of creatures made typical noises. The only evidence that someone had even been there at some point in the day was the presence of a body suit.  As the late morning winds picked up, that too disappeared, blown off to who knows where.

I enjoyed writing this bit. Playing around with the ideas of what we define as sex and sexual activity. I mean, think about it: So much of what we define as “sexual activity” isn’t explicitly intercourse. A girl having fun with a cucumber? That’s a sexual activity. So what if you create a situation that isn’t a sexual act to one partner but is a sexual act to the other? This is what I was playing around with.

Of course…this isn’t quite the end. There’s an epilogue. Didn’t feel right leaving it as a cliffhanger.

Colwyn Llyn, by Earth standards, was already enough of an anomaly. The size of the inland sea surpassed the Black and Mediterranean Seas combined, almost doubling them. But that wasn’t the only strange feature. For one: It was, by all accounts, fresh water, with salinity far below the threshold.  There were various minerals in the water itself, but nothing you wouldn’t see in mineral water sold in the colonies or outposts. Still, the very principle of that made things interesting.

The other distinct feature of Colwyn Llyn was its temperature.  At the surface, the temperature was around 40 degrees Celsius. This would’ve indicated a presence of a massive hot spring. But probe and outpost readings found that not to be the case: Temperatures underwater maxed out around 50 degrees, well within human levels of tolerance. This suggested some form of thermal radiation effect, but initial studies were inconclusive. Even if there was some utility to glean from this, Cwmbran was so far away from even a minor trade route that Omni-Tron felt any expense on the planet wouldn’t be worth it.

Of course, none of this mattered to Sylvia when she arrived at the beach. All she knew was that it was hot at the shore – an effect of such warm water nearby – and she felt hot on the inside.

Sylvia’s mission outfit was a specialized skintight catsuit. Designed partly by Juli, a friend from her Academy days and occasional partner-in-crime for more salacious fun, it utilized cultures from a special plant from Bahar 2 to create a morphic fit at the cellular level. It felt like a second skin, the way it pressed against her flesh. She regularly adjusted the thickness of the “fabric” for various purposes, but she avoided the lowest setting to avoid too much attention. It was for the best anyway: Her preferred outfit for solo missions – a nanomachine-produced strapless bra and C-string that she could manifest and disintegrate at will, plus ankle-strap heels – wouldn’t have worked in such a “hands-on” situation.

The suit served its purpose well. However, it became an issue on two grounds: It didn’t absorb and dissipate sweat all that well, and the close bond of the “fabric” only made her inevitable moments of arousal more prominent.  When Sylvia woke up that morning, she was determined to finish the outpost and move on.  But every leg and thigh movement brushed against her pussy, making it sopping wet by the time she finished. There were moments as she walked toward the shore where she just wanted to rip off her suit, lay on the ground, and let her fingers do the talking. That she could control herself for as long as she did was a testament to her restraint.

Now that Sylvia was on the beach, she didn’t need the suit.  Her local tracker confirmed no humans within a kilometer of where she was, so she could do what she wanted. She could be herself; the same self that put her on this planet in the first place.

Sylvia pulled down the zipper to the bottom, eliciting a moan as the warm air brushed against her skin. She slowly peeled off her suit, imagining she was a banana revealing her delicious fruit, or a stripper putting on a coy act. Her arousal deepened. While she honestly would have preferred that nobody saw her like this today, the thrill of being caught, of being watched, made her body hot to the touch.

Pulling away her suit, letting her glistening pussy taste the morning sun and comfortably warm air, dirty thoughts flooded her mind.  In doing so, she considered how her life could’ve been different. Sure, she loved her career. Flying throughout the galaxy, tinkering with ships big and small, seeing the stars her mother could never have reached. None of this she would’ve traded for anything. But there’s always been part of her that desired something…naughtier. Even now, despite understanding what her mother had put her through, she sometimes wistfully thought of following in her footsteps.  More than once, she would pass by an alien strip club, sex club, or brothel, and the temptation would rise up to just stop, turn, walk in there, and “apply” for a job. Not for the pay, not for the glamor. No, what she wanted from it was far more raw and instinctual: A desire to become something she wasn’t…but wanted to be. Those thoughts surged for a moment, then dissipated as she returned to reality, feeling slightly more aroused for the effort. Much like she was now as she took off of the last bit of her suit.

Sylvia smiled. She enjoyed this state, much as she tried to conceal it. Perhaps she was turning out like her mother in some ways after all.

Finally naked, Sylvia stepped onto the warm red sand and began walking toward the shore.  She hadn’t come to love the beach until she joined the Academy, on the part of her mother cloistering her.  The beaches on most Omni-Tron planets were often timid affairs, and those that weren’t usually shut down quickly.  She had heard rumors of wild beaches on some planets, particularly where aliens had greater jurisdiction.  But even so, it had never been the biggest priority for her when it came to leisure time or vacations.

Still, it was nice being here, not only because she was extremely horny.  All alone, completely naked – no jewelry, no accessories, no equipment, no communications, nothing – and not a single human soul as far as the eye could see.  It was just Sylvia taking a fun little swim…her and her dirty thoughts.

When Sylvia’s feet touched the water, she felt a pleasant shock that gave her goosebumps all over her bare flesh.  She knew the water would be warm, but this was like stepping into a bath, or a mild hot spring.   After adjusting for this fact, she went in further, enjoying the hot water as more of her body went underneath. It was a slow but relaxing process.

Eventually, the waves graced her engorged pussy, mixing her juices with the lake.  The moan she uttered was one of complete joy. Sylvia hadn’t touched herself even once that day, so the feeling of something else feeling her up was more satisfying.  She allowed the gentle waves to caress the folds of her vulva and tip of her clit – shuddering just a little each time – before continuing onward.  

As the water massaged her breasts, Sylvia stopped walking and began swimming, submerging herself slowly before resurfacing. The liquid felt different, unlike the couple hot springs she’s been in.  She couldn’t tell if it felt thicker or not, but it definitely seemed like it was caressing her, fondling her in certain ways. At the very least she enjoyed it.  She could see why the girls in the village were so into this.

Sylvia swam out a considerable distance.  While she was no athlete – her curves were something she took great care managing, and that meant not exercising too much – she still could swim a decent expanse from shore and not be worried about not making it back.  She stopped at a spot and just relaxed her movements.  Soon enough, she felt she would just fool around, going underwater while fingering herself, getting herself off with relative ease. She was in the right state of mind for it, and hadn’t felt this relaxed since she had arrived at Cwmbran. The mood was perfect. Sylvia smiled as she drifted away, both physically and mentally.

About 20 feet below, a creature observed.

Stirred from 12 feet deep by an unknown figure swimming at the surface of the water, the creature followed, trying to determine its intent. Utilizing the sands in a unique manner, it drilled across the sea floor, making sure the alien it was observing stayed within range.

While of limited intelligence, the creature could make rational decisions on key matters, such as what to do with this figure. However, it first had to identify the alien. The creature lacked any ocular sense, instead relying on bioelectric currents to track living beings.   This became difficult when the being is in constant motion.

Eventually, the figure above stopped, and the creature performed a full assessment. It was what its master called a “human,” which had only two genders (unusual). Judging by the way the bioelectric current flowed through the body, it determined it was one of the “female” genders. By reading where the currents ended, it didn’t recognize this particular female, which presented some concern.

However, after a time, the creature assessed the female not to be a complete threat, and understood it probably sought processing, like other females of its kind before it.  Still, there were some discrepancies that didn’t seem right. For one, the female provided a clear picture of the bioelectricity its body produced, which was unusual. There are usually some coverings on the being that partially obscure this, though they were removed during processing.

Secondly, the bioelectric activity this particular female produced was extremely high…even higher than some of the others induced during processing. It had no understanding of the alien’s biology, and those levels weren’t something it was used to. It feared that messing with this particular alien would be an issue.

Still, there were rules to this, and it relied on them. They hadn’t failed it so far. Properly handling this female wouldn’t take too much effort if the creature trusted the process. And so it approached the alien…albeit with caution.

This one is a little shorter because the next segment is extremely long. That’s where the real action is.

I liked taking on the perspective of the creature, because more often than not we see it purely being a secondary subject in these types of stories. It adds a bit of depth to a story that otherwise wouldn’t have it. It’s fun!

Also holy shit I just realized Tumblr has an easy “Read more” function. Yay