Chapter 1: Caterpillar

In which we introduce our hero. The larval stage is in many ways the most attractive.

10.09 Saturday 8th May 2004

Today, I started this log. Because I just have to record the strange thing that's going on. Like some fantasy film. Or science- fiction, or some other weird stuff. I think I've got an alien.

It started with the blue egg. Old Uncle Mike sent it to me. I mean what do you think when the UPS boy delivers a small brown Cardboard box you are not expecting, and it turns out to be from a Great-uncle you haven't seen in seven years? For a start I had been told he was dead, but - well that's the least strange thing. Inside was lots of polystyrene chips, and a section torn off an egg box, but taped together because the thing in it was too big to fit.

Its not here now so I should record what it was like. About 3 in. long, oval shape. Slightly warm and resilient to the touch - I got the feeling that if I had dropped it, it would have bounced, not smashed. Not that I tried, of course - it was too beautiful.

Glassy, translucent, mostly blue, but I could see colours shifting inside it when I stared.

This is what happened. I had taken in my study to open, and got it out of the tape and stuff. I was just holding in my hand, trying to make out the patterns, when it started to get warm, and then buzz, or vibrate. I was about to put it down when suddenly it split. I suppose that is quite like an egg. But a small ball of blue light shot out, and went up to the corner of the ceiling. All the other contents just went up in a small cloud, like blue smoke, and that slowly dispersed, leaving just the two empty egg shell halves. I've got them here on the desk in front of me as I type, and they are very thin, like glass but strong, almost clear but with a blue tinge.

But this is the thing. I think the blue light is alive.

When I went over to the corner where it was and looked up, it skipped over to the other corner, then dived behind the curtains. We played hide a seek for a bit, for five minutes before I sat down at my desk to try and think this out. And then it came out and hovered behind me - I could see it in the reflection of the monitor. I moved over and sat back in my armchair, pretending not to see it, and it followed. It seems to be curious about me, but also very - shy?

12.23 Sunday 9th May 2004

I've been singing to my light ball. I will have to give it a name, but I can't decide on one. I think female, although I'm not sure why.

It is in the study, of course. I have been careful to keep the door shut and I cannot see how it could get out, but I was not sure if it was in there, hiding somewhere, or if it had just evaporated. I like my study, it is my favourite room, but it has lots of bookcases and shelves, to say nothing of some odd furniture (can't ignore my jukebox!) so there are a lot of places to hide. I was humming an old Beatles song, as I was doing my filing - I really had forgotten about the light ball, I wasn't pretending this time - and suddenly I heard it buzzing along in tune. When I sneaked a look it was bobbing up and down in time. I have to get it's confidence somehow, so I can study it.

20.16 Tuesday 11th May 2004

It likes honey. It sips honey from the edge of my teaspoon (As a treat I have honey in coffee instead of sugar) and now it seems to trust me. It comes and hovers just above my keyboard - I don't know if its looking at me or the screen. Maybe both at once? Who can say with small blue balls of light?

And it hums to me, even when I'm not singing.

23.17 Thursday 13th May 2004

I haven't told anyone about this - in fact I'm feeling a bit protective of my little alien. She is so cute, so friendly, that the thought of scientists poring over her fills me with horror. So I guess this log is important. I will try and record every thing that happens.

And I haven't told Celia. I am spending more and more time in my den - fortunately it's the one room she never wants to see, not since I won the fights ages ago about her coming in and tidying up in here.

I think she thinks I read porn in here. Well to be honest, I used to. There was this ace website called asstr. org, although I haven't been there for ages.

I guess the magic goes out of any marriage after a while. Although for us it was rather quick - we've only been married three years, and perhaps there wasn't that much there to start with. It's not that we fight much. And she's okay looking, if a bit - mousy? Tallish, brunette, quite slim, but not much in the way of tits. Well, I'm no superman. In hindsight, the trouble was we both went out with each other because no one else would. And then we talked ourselves into the rest of it because it would have been just too sad to admit the truth. That, in the end, we are each about as good as either of us was ever going to get.

I must have fancied her once, although I cannot quite remember why. She is good company, she tries to look after me, and she puts up with my jokes. But... well, I don't suppose I deserve any more. So - she hangs around with unbrushed hair in a shell suit and reads lots of Mills and Boon. And I spend hours in my den and don't tell her what I do here.

11.23 Saturday 15th May 2004

She's not an alien. She's a fairy. Or a very fairy shaped alien. You know, those little sparkly ones from Fantasia, that did the autumn colours to leaves, and put frost on ponds, and danced around in mid air. Yeah, I thought they were pretty hot too when I was a kid, and once I even had a guilty wank over the video.

It was when she ate the eggshell. Or absorbed it. She settled on the shells as a little ball of light, and ten minutes later when I glanced over, I could see the distinct outline of a fairy through the light. Now, it's as clear as anything, although she still glows almost as much, and the shells have disappeared. She's not bouncing around much, so I think she must be tired. I'm going to leave her alone for a bit to recover.

15.46 Saturday 15th May 2004

Tinkerbell eat your heart out! My alien is just beautiful. Still glowing, but now in the classic fairy form. Let me describe her. About three inches tall, perfect human female shape; well perhaps a bit slim for my tastes, with more a teenager's figure than a woman's. The breasts are there; small, but as they say perfectly formed (I was very careful to check that out); two pairs of dragonfly wings coming out between her shoulder blades; short curly hair; diamond bright tiny blue eyes, and a smile. What a smile.

She really does like me!

21.35 Sunday 16th May 2004

Now she really has her energy back, and flits around, singing and twirling, grinning and teasing. She is so fast. We play this game where I pretend to swat her, and I've stopped pretending - there is no chance I could hit her anyway she is so quick. She laughs at my efforts. I must seem such a big clumsy lump to a little creature of light like her. Nevertheless, she hangs on my every movement, and shows no sign of being bored.

I have decided to call her Ariel. She recognizes her name already!

22.16 Monday 17th May 2004

This girl is such a flirt. As she hovers, she twists or leans to display herself, and runs her hands over her glowing skin - maybe her legs, or her stomach, or even her tiny breasts. She just loves that I can't tear my eyes off her. Every now and then I would pretend to be offended and turn away, and she would flit in front of me to hang her head and pretend to be sorry.

22.50 Tuesday 18th May 2004

What a tease! She has somehow worked out which poses and actions get to me, and was putting on such a porn show today. Maybe she is interested in human sexuality? What she was doing wasn't a game any more, it was getting really hot, and I just had to leave. I admit I went straight up to the bathroom for a wank. Best release I've had for ages. Is it really that long since I've enjoyed sex?

I suppose I really ought to do something more exciting with Celia but I can't face the battle these days. The funny thing is, in a quiet sort of way, Celia could be quite pretty. She has a nice face when she smiles. (Yeah, and when did that last happen?) Her figure is boyish, if you like that sort of thing, and although her boobs are hardly spectacular, they are a nice shape - not that I often get a chance to inspect. I suppose there was a time when the thought of climbing into bed next to her must have been a thrill, but for the life of me I can't remember it.

22.08 Wednesday 19th May 2004

She let me touch her! She was sitting on the edge of the keyboard, legs spread out and parted in front of her, and when I brought my hand up close she didn't flit away as usual. I just touched her foot with the tip of my index finger and she stayed put. When I really, really carefully slid it up her leg, she smiled at me and let me go right up to her - well I can't say pussy as she hasn't got one. Right up to where her legs join. That seemed to feel nice for her. She gave me a shit-eating grin then hopped up for a buzz around the ceiling.

By the way, she has no pussy or ass-hole or any sort of opening around there. She was so close and, unusually, so still, I could inspect it all. Why would she - what would she use them for? Her breasts do have tiny little nipples, though.

22.36 Friday 21st May 2004

I think we have made some sort of breakthrough here. Not only is she happy for me to touch her, now she touches me. It turns out she is really tactile - very happy with physical contact. Maybe it was just a confidence thing before.

She doesn't float around, or sit on things, now - she sits on me. On my head, on my shoulder, and particularly on my hands She is perching astride my left wrist as I type this and laughing as she clings on, as if my hand movements are the best from of fairground ride. And she loves being stroked.

We spent a happy hour after supper, with me sitting in my armchair, left hand on the arm of the chair and Ariel laying back in the palm of my hand. With my other forefinger I just stroked her gently, softly and rhythmically covering every bit of her little glowing body. I am afraid I paid most attention to the areas you would expect of a dirty old sod like me - her breasts just move so nicely - and the bottom half of her torso - I think I am in love with her tight little stomach. She seemed to like it as much wherever I went, though, and to be fair I did cover every little bit of her. She buzzed and wriggled just as much when I was running my finger up the outside of her arm, as when I was stroking the inside of her legs.

I think they are a bit bigger than I remember, but I suppose you would expect the beasts to grow. And maybe her hips and buttocks, you know, the general stuff you get when a girl changes into a woman. Now I wish I had taken photographs earlier - it is difficult for me to remember her exact shape from before.

22.28 Monday 24th May 2004

I took some photos, and now I have got them back from the chemists they are a real disappointment. All you see is a blue haze, like it's locally overexposed, in her position. It's as if her presence fogs the film or something. I think I ought to more careful in my descriptions in this log. Perhaps I will start taking measurements.

I'm afraid I did a bit of a naughty today. She was lying back in my left hand, enjoying her stroking. Her writhing and giggling as I fondled her was just so sexy, I couldn't help pull out the old man, and give it a stroke or two as well. After all, she's not human, she probably doesn't know what it is. And I am ashamed to admit I got carried away all too quickly, spurting all over my hand. But this is the weird bit, she loved it. As soon as she saw what happened, she leapt down, and hovered over my fingers, licking and sucking it all off! I ended up holding my hand up for her, while she circled around it like a humming bird. It was just so sexy watching her hovering and hoovering my nasty old spunk with so much enthusiasm, as if it was the most delicious stuff ever invented. I almost jerked of a second time, but manage to exercise a bit of self control.

23.05 Saturday 29th May 2004

I'm having sex with a four inch fairy. It would be ridiculous if it wasn't so wonderful.

We've fallen into a pattern; I do a few chores, get the accounts out of the way or whatever. She hovers around provocatively, trying harder and harder to get my attention. Sometimes she perches on the top of the juke box, like a model on a car bonnet, or she might hang from the top of that Kandinsky print, facing out, and swinging her long legs about, or she might be literally hovering, trying out some upside down arial manoeuvres. (You can guess what they display). Whatever she does, it's always hot. She's got a lot of moves from a stripper I saw once, although I can't imagine how. One day I was reminded of that girl (the stripper) when Ariel was twirling, and couldn't help comparing them in my mind. Next day she (Ariel) was using all those moves, as if she wanted to be sure there was no competition. But how did she get to know them? Just one more mystery.

Any way, when I can't stand it any more (and how long I resist varies, too) I hold out my hand to her and she throws herself at it, and sort of wraps herself in my fingers with little squeals and buzzes of delight. Then we spend the next twenty or thirty minutes pleasuring her, touching and stroking her in every place and in every way. She is so responsive and so appreciative that I could do it for ever. As she gets more worked up, the pitch of her buzzing gets higher, and I just love driving her into greater and greater frenzy. But it always ends the same way. At some stage my cock gets so demanding I just have to get it out, and she throws herself at it, so now I'm handling her as she clings to my penis, rubbing herself all over it.

Her favourite position is hanging from the underside, her head up over the end kissing and licking my helmet, with her arms wrapped over the top of the head, and her legs crossed over the shaft. Sometimes she gets her fingers actually in the little opening, which feels really wild. I just hold all of her in both hands, and masturbate myself with her body. I'm afraid that as I get more excited I grip her really quite hard as I rub her up and down, but she seems to be pretty tough and just grabs hold tighter herself. Eventually of course, I explode all over her head and my fingers. Initially I was scared I might drown her, but I can see there is no chance of that. (In fact I'm not completely sure that she really needs to breath, although she does do it most of the time.) She goes into a frantic session of sucking, licking and gulping until there is nothing left. I've noticed that even when there is some jism on her body in out of the way places it disappears, as if it was absorbed. She really loves the stuff.

10.14 Sunday 6th June 2004

I'm afraid I've upset Celia. Without really meaning to, I've skipped our sex session for two Saturday nights now.

I should explain. We never did it that often, even when we just dating and experimenting. Well there never was much experimenting, to be honest. Once I worked out a way of doing it that she liked, we seem to have stuck to just that pattern. Basically I go on top, and when I've finished my business I roll off her and rub her with my hand, you know, around her button. It doesn't take long. After all, if you are in the mood, friction in a round hole is all it takes for a man. Sometimes I come almost at once. And once I had worked out the finger movements she never took long either.