Chapter 22: Abducted

Sea Hag and the alien shuttle were both drawn aboard and encapsulated inside the mothership’s hold by some sort of tractor beam. I and my robot named Wreck, have been abducted by the alien. Wreck is aboard the shuttle. Oops and I are aboard the Sea Hag, but we are not alone.

When I awoke after a few hours power nap, Iwas greeted with:

“Where are we, Gruncle Iron?”

“Brenda! What in blue blazes are YOU doing here? How did you get aboard?”

“Well, I just sneaked aboard. Nobody but you ever gets to visit the planet, and Oops told me you were going to meet with the alien visitor. My sense of injustice, adventure deprivation, and overwhelming curiosity were too great to resist. So, I hid myself in the luggage compartment before you left MOM. Are you terribly mad at me? Please don’t be angry. It’s not fair you alone get to have all the fun.”

“Brenda, you have no idea of the consequences of your irresponsible action in stowing away aboard Sea Hag, but in truth, neither do I. I am not angry, but very sorry you are here. We have been abducted and our fates are control of alien hands, if they have hands. Try not to be afraid, though we have adequate reason to be fearful.”

“Actually, I’m not the least bit afraid when I’m with you. You make me feel confident it will all turn out okay in the end. Not because of what you just said, but there’s something about your very presense is calming. I feel quite safe near you.”

“Oops? Did you know Brenda was aboard?”

“Yes, my darling pet, I knew.”

“And you said nothing?”

“You asked for information about nothing, dearest.”

“Oops speaks to you very strangely for a pet sea monst ... er, Mermaid.”

“Is it so strange lovers should address each other with endearments, little Brenda? Iron and I have a very intimate relationship, and have had one for several consecutive years now.”

“Gruncle Iron? Is that true? Do you and Oops really have ... um ... sex relations together? That’s incredible!”

“Don’t you think that’s an intrusive question into very personal relations that doesn’t and shouldn’t concern you, Brenda?”

“Wow! I think it’s really cool, but how do you manage it? You are so different in body types, I can’t even imagine it, how you could.”

“Then don’t try to.”

“Oops will tell me, won’t you Oops? You aren’t embarrassed by talking about sex are you?”

“Why would I be embarrassed? It’s very natural. Although, it’s maybe a bit super natural to be in love with a male of an alien species, but then being in love is an alien concept.”

“You’ve never been in love with anyone prior to Gruncle Iron?”

“Never conceived even the possibility of a chosen mate prior to your Gruncle Iron. Among my own people it would be highly improbable, nearly impossible, and definitely impractical.”

“Why?”

“Because of the way fertilization occurs in our species and culture. Remotely, without physical contact, and without pleasure.”

“That sounds sad.”

“It is sad indeed, if you know it can be intimate and pleasurable and are deprived of it. If you never have any inkling it can be different, can be special, then there is nothing to be sad about. Nothing to compare to. No alternative to the normal.”

“So Gruncle Iron first seduced you? That’s pretty kinky, I think, considering how alien you look, but don’t take that wrong. You are actually very interesting and attractive to look at.”

“Thank you for the compliment. So are you, interesting and attractive, little Brenda.”