Stranded
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Tillyn, a radiant and otherworldly alien, appears on Marc’s rooftop, breathtaking in every way. Her beauty, the way she moves, instantly captivates him. For two perfect, unforgettable days, they are lost in wonder, laughter, and desire, hearts entwined. Then she vanishes without warning, leaving him aching with longing. But fate is not done with them. As Tillyn struggles to find her way back, Marc dares to hope that this mesmerizing, irresistible stranger might return to be his Valentine forever
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex
Tillyn was completely hooked on the screen, watching the strange 2D monochrome footage. She was intrigued to see the aliens press their lips together. It was something she would never do but it was clear they liked it a lot. She touched her lips with her fingers and couldn’t understand why it was so pleasurable.
She switched to a better-quality recording, it was still in 2D but in color, where two female species were doing a lot more with their mouth than pressing them together. It was disturbing yet strangely compelling to keep watching. She gasped when a male appeared on the scene and couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw what the two females were about to do.
She screamed as a loud explosion shuddered her ship. She was a little dazed when she saw the video footage was replaced with a list of warnings and systems that were in error.
“Status, Aris,” she shouted with a commanding voice. “What happened?”
A disembodied voice echoed in the small area, “We collided with a foreign metal construct. It caused the ship’s shields to consume most of the reserve energy.”
“How was that possible? I thought we’re able to avoid collisions?”
“I’m afraid there’s a lot of inactive debris floating in our orbit that is barely detectable. My advice is to bring us to a higher orbit.”
Shocked, Tillyn looked at the messages that were blinking on the screen and cursed softly, because she had no other choice than to abandon ship. Life support had to be switched off to keep the ship in stealth mode. The solar panels were delivering more than enough energy to run the cloaking system and life support, but safety protocols dictated she couldn’t stay.
With trembling fingers, she pushed the red button initiating the emergency sequence. Dejectedly, she hung her head because she had failed her mission, and it probably would be the end of her ambitious career exploring other alien planets.
Her ship trembled when a small emergency beacon launched. With a shiver she watched the tiny blip on her screen that accelerated at a phenomenal speed in a split second and within moments it reached the critical speed enveloping the transitional warp field. As soon as it disappeared from her screen, she knew others could not arrive in less than six cycles.
She sighed because she needed to prepare herself to merge into the primitive society on the planet. She had been studying them for fifteen cycles and she was actually intrigued by the way most inhabitants managed to survive barbaric circumstances. She had watched many broadcasts to learn the simple language and was convinced she could cope in one of the larger settlements. She liked the name of it that had a close resonance to her favorite dish at home; ni yok.
“Alright, Aris,” she said resolutely, “I have no other choice than to go down to the planet.”
“That is indeed the only solution for now,” Aris responded.
Tillyn realized Aris had changed its voice and it had a close resemblance to the male she had seen in the monochrome footage. She rolled her eyes, because it was typical for an Automated Responsive Information System to adapt to their environment, but she knew it had done it to tease her.
“How much power is left in the power banks?”
“Enough to change your body to the species’ specifications and transport you down to the surface.”
“How about clothes, can we replicate those as well?”
“The safety protocols don’t allow that, Tillyn,” Aris answered coolly. “It would drain the batteries to an unacceptably low level.”
“Great,” she huffed, “I really hate that I didn’t opt for the extra battery pack.”
“I think I can help you with that, but you need to become an Earth’s female first. I need to know your dimensions to get the appropriate attire.”
She was pleased Aris could shift its presence to enable roaming around without being detected. It was against the Standard Decree to take any goods from the planet’s surface except for in emergencies. She nodded and as she walked to the main quarters she said, “Seems you’ll have your work cut out for you again.”
Aris’s chuckle sounded strange since its latest voice modification. “I’m sure I can ‘nick’ some suitable garb for you.”
“Oh please,” grumbled Tillyn. “It’s bad enough you’ve changed your voice to sound like this, erm, Rick Blaine in that monochrome recording.”
“It’s called Casablanca.”
“Of course. Whatever,” she responded irritated while she started the console. She used the extensive database to compose a body that would be accepted by the other inhabitants of the planet and as soon as the computer compiled the parameters, she quickly undressed and stepped into the replicator. She thought it was remarkable how close this alien species was to her race.
The general parts like limbs, hands, feet, head, and internal organs were almost the same except for breasts; instead of having a double row of four small breasts, this species only had two, significantly larger, breasts. She found it comical how the males were obsessed with the size of their female’s breasts.
It was always disorientating to undergo the procedure to physically change into an alien. Tillyn always had more trouble than others accommodating the strain it demanded on her body. Even though she was in the prime of life and much fitter than most of her fellow explorers.
Her physician had told her it was because of her inheritance; both of her contributors who’d formed her body were native planet inhabitants. Travelers or explorers formed most explorers.
She took several deep breaths to get the uneasy feeling out of her system. Tillyn tried to relax her muscles and as she closed her eyes, she commanded to the replicator, “Start.”
Marc sat on the large swing in his rooftop garden, enjoying the music and the happy chatter of his guests. It was an exceptionally wonderful evening; there was hardly any wind, and the temperature was exactly right. He loved seeing women dressed in sundresses and short skirts. He had a soft spot for women with toned legs and well-formed bottoms and of course any women with a voluptuous appearance.
He took a sip of his wine and enjoyed his view of the dance floor where a few couples were happily hopping around to the rhythm of the upbeat music. The DJ was pretty good and was absolutely worth his money.
“Hey, Marc,” a chirpy female voice cooed, “may I join you?”
Almost stung like a bee, he turned towards the woman who blatantly draped her skinny body next to him. It was Sunny, one of the models he had supported a few years ago. It was clear Sunny wasn’t in a good place; even with all the makeup the dark rings under her eyes were still visible. The bright red lipstick made her mouth look unnaturally big.
She held her glass of wine to salute him and Marc saw the liquid ripple because of her trembling hand. Gently he brought his glass to hers and said, “It has been a while, Sunny.”
She took a gulp of the clear liquid before she nodded slowly, “Three years.”
He nodded. “Still with Jenkins?”
Her face fell while she briefly shook her head. “He cheated on me and got another girl pregnant.”
Marc immediately understood why she was at the party and said, “I’m sorry to hear that, Sunny.”
“Yeah,” she sighed while she swirled the wine in her glass, “life sucks.”
He hated that the girl needed support and that he couldn’t help her. He’d made that mistake once. “You should go to Madeleine, Sunny. She can help you.”
She pouted.
Marc recognized that expression, which brought back bad memories. He had fallen for her seduction and ended up having sex with her. It was a stupid mistake that had complicated his involvement with her, and it had almost escalated badly for both of them.
He chuckled while he gently grabbed her hand. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you with what you need.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Let me stay one night.”
“You know we can’t do that, Sunny,” he responded compassionately. “Let me call Madeleine and I’ll organize an Uber to take you there.”
She sighed and muttered, “You’re no fun.”
Tillyn gasped for air when she jerked awake. It took her a few moments before she realized where she was. Her head felt sluggish as if she had been asleep for a very long time. Only then it dawned on her that her body had changed to look like an earth female. She panicked a little when she couldn’t open the door of the cramped space and croaked, “Unlock.”
“It’s not locked, Tillyn,” Aris sounded via the small speaker in the replicator. “Give yourself a little more time.”
“Ugh,” she sighed. “How long have I been out?”
“About four small cycles.”
Tillyn gasped, realizing the negative effect on her body was getting worse. She closed her eyes again and tried to detect the differences in her body by slowly moving her hands over her naked skin. With interest, she noticed her hips were almost the same as before, perhaps they were a little wider but not much.
She thought it was a weird feeling when she slid her fingers over her flat stomach. Normally the first set of nipples would have been there but now she only felt soft skin and she was shocked when she felt her ribcage. She was truly surprised how high her single pair of breasts were sitting on her chest.
Slowly, she moved upwards and gasped when she finally felt the soft yet firm flesh of her breasts. With trembling hands, she cupped her massive breasts and wondered if she would ever get used to carrying so much weight. She shivered when she slid her fingers over two nipples and realized they were very sensitive. She inhaled sharply when her nipples suddenly became a lot firmer. It was a strange but pleasurable feeling when she gently pinched them. It was something she had never felt before.
“Perhaps you might try opening the door, Tillyn,” Aris’s voice rudely interrupted her intriguing exploration of her new body.
“In a moment,” she replied distractedly while she kept playing with her breasts. But somehow the intriguing feeling had vanished, and annoyed she sighed deeply. These were the exact moments she hated her artificial intelligence’s help.
She pushed against the door, and it immediately gave way, and she shivered a little when she stepped into the cool living quarters, because she realized Aris had shut down the heating to preserve energy.
“It’s too cold in here, Aris,” she grumbled. “Why did you switch off the heating already?”
“Best get dressed, dear Tillyn.”
Tillyn stared at the strangely formed pieces of clothes lying on her bed and asked Aris, “Is this what females wear?”
“I have scanned several females and extrapolated the average. The garnishments vary and it seems that the delicate versions have preference to most of the women of your current appearance.”
She picked up a flimsy piece of fabric and asked her assistant, “Can you explain them to me?”
“Of course,” Aris replied, “this is a thong which is worn as a mutanni.”
With a frown, she looked at it, wondering how it would fit her. She huffed when Aris showed her an image of a woman wearing the ridiculously flimsy mutanni.
“I just don’t understand why a person would willingly wear this,” she muttered when she struggled to align the minuscule piece of fabric with her crotch. She shuddered when she felt the string nestle between the firm cheeks of her bottom. Actually, she felt as if she was still naked.
“The next part is called a ‘bra’ or ‘brassiere’,” Aris explained. “It’s to cover up the breasts.”
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