Dave & Kate Ch. 05: It's an Alien?

[Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to get out. Writing sex scenes and the discovery scene are so much easier than trying to create a lore-heavy piece that feels natural. Well, as natural as a telepathic slime creature can feel. Enjoy

-Sworls]

Ch 5

Kate and Dave sat at the kitchen counter. Kate had put her tank top and shorts back on while Dave made them some coffee. Dave had pulled his shirt back on, but left his pants off. He felt naked not wearing anything below the waist, but the slimy thing attached to him covered up everything that a pair of boxers would. Besides, it seemed unproductive to cover up the subject of their conversation.

"So... you have no idea where it comes from?" Kate asked.

"No clue. It slipped into my sleeping bag overnight. At least, that's what I've gathered from it." Dave replied.

"About that...Howare you communicating with...it?"

"It, he, umm,it, said it was interfacing with 'long-thin things just under outer membrane', which I guess means the nerves in my skin? It hasn't been talking much, but it seems to get better at communicating the more we do it. I guess it is tapping into my nerves and talks to me that way? It would explain why you can't hear it." Dave had noticed that the sophistication of the thing's speech was changing as the morning progressed.

"And just to be sure, we know for certain that we aren't having a joint hallucination?" Kate offered.

"What would be different if we were? We both see it, we both can interact with it, and we were in different places last night so some sort of toxic gas leak or accidental psychoactive drug dosing wouldn't have affected both of us. Entertaining the idea of an incredibly immersive hallucination isn't productive, so until some sort of solid evidence to the contrary appears, we have to assume that it isreal."

Kate agreed. She was no philosopher or high-minded thinker, she preferred to stick to facts and logic. As such, she couldn't keep denying what her eyes were telling her: her husband had brought home some sort of creature. Was it an incredibly rare species native to this part of the world? Considering this part of semi-rural Oregon had been continuously settled for almost 200 years, that was unlikely. Then again, nothing else was likely either. Kate highly doubted this was some sort of invasive species from another part of the world, as those usually get moved by hitching a ride with humans, and there was very little chance that this would have been attached to another person and gone completely unnoticed. She could only come up with two other options: A lab experiment escapee, or...

"Earth to Kate. Earth to Kate!" Dave had broken through Kate's thinking and regained her attention. "I see those gears turning in there. What are you thinking?"

"You didn't happen to see any people in lab coats or hazmat suits walking around when you were in the woods, did you?"

Completely unprepared for that question, Dave thought for a few seconds, trying to remember if anything like that happened last night. "No, nothing like that. No one around for miles, as far as I could tell. You know how far I back into the woods I can get on my own." It was a little joke between the two of them. Dave had long ago developed a knack for getting way further out in the woods than one would assume.

"I didn't think so, but that means that this.. um. Your, uh... Whatever it is, it..." Kate stared at her coffee in her hands, "...might not have an Earthly origin."

"Are you saying it's an alien?" Dave asked.

"I know it sounds weird, but coming from outer space might be the single least-weird aspect of this thing." Kate never thought she'd be the one defending the possibility of extra-terrestrial life.

"Well, you're not wrong." Dave admitted, then took a sip from his own mug. Kate was right, this thing was so weird that not being from Earth would at least start to explain quite a bit.

"Okay, let's see what we know," Dave began, "it is sentient. It is unlike anything I've ever seen or heard of. It is able to communicate with me by feeling and interpreting the nerves under my skin. So far it has only ingested my cum and a little of your wetness."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, you were dripping on me when your were napping, and the thing got a small taste of it. It started to feel around on you down there before I started eating you out."

"I guess that explains why my dream was so vivid." Kate noticed that her pussy tingled just a little when she found out that this alien thing had been exploring her. Did it like the way she tasted? What more could it- no. That will have to wait for later. "Moving on, what else do we know about it?"

"Not much else. It seems to not have much memory from before grabbing onto me."

"Could it come off of you? If it decided that you were no longer fit to be a host, or it found another more suitable host, would it let go?" Kate queried.

"I don't know. Let me ask."Well, could you?Dave thought at the thing.

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Organism hadn't considered this before. Host was a good host, at least it appeared to be a good host. Host provided plenty of fluid to consume and never seriously tried to remove Organism, why would Organism want to leave?

Why Would I?Organism thought back to Host.

Just wonderingHost replied.

What is 'wondering'?

Umm... It's when you think of something to do and how it might not work out.

You think about things going bad?

Uh, sometimes? It's an abstraction.

What is 'abstraction'?

It's...Host waited a moment before continuing,when you think about a thing that is not a real thing, but just a thought.

That seems complex

Yeah, it kind of is.

I can imagine so.

///

Dave stopped abruptly, a puzzled expression came over his face. Kate noticed as well. Considering what Dave said he would ask the potential alien, Kate started to become concerned.

"What did the thing say to you?" Kate asked carefully.

"I think it made a joke."

"... what?"

"Yeah, I think it made a joke." Dave repeated.

Kate was caught off guard. "What about it leaving you? Did it say anything about that?"

Dave had almost forgotten why he was talking to the creature in the first place. Dave recounted the conversation back to Kate, who listened with rapt attention.

"Whatever else this thing is, we can't say that it isn't clever." Kate stated. She sipped her coffee. Dave, at a loss of words, also took a drink, wondering what the near future had in store...

The next few hours were pretty normal for Dave. After their conversation, Dave went to his truck to unpack his camping gear. He had spent a lot of time last summer making a robust storage system in the garage, so loading/unloading was a quick and convenient affair, which helped the couple get into the woods faster during the warm seasons. While he was doing that, Kate fixed them both some dinner. Dave ate ravenously, as he hadn't eaten since the previous night's dinner. Kate was pleased to see her husband had retained his appetite. The situation couldn't be too terrible if he still had an appetite, right? The couple finished the evening on the couch watching TV, though neither of them paid much attention. They were both deep in thought about the strange alien thing attached to Dave. Occasionally they would glance at the other and see a look of worry, one mirrored on their own face. Kate decided to call it a night around 9, went to go take a shower and get in bed. Dave followed suit, climbing into their bed only a few minutes behind Kate. Neither slept very well that night.

Dave was having that dream again. The one where he and Kate are riding in his truck and she's blowing him from the passenger seat while he drives. She's sucking as she envelopes the head and first few inches of the shaft, and slowly, luxuriously, pulls her mouth back up. Kate rubs her tongue the underside of his cockhead, knowing this is a particularly sensitive spot, before going back down again. Up, down, up, down, she's a master at her craft. Dave looks from the road down to her blonde hair, seeing it bob up and down in his lap.

"Mmmmm, you do that so good, Babe." Dave moaned out. Kate looked up at him with those sparkling blue eyes, smiled, and went back to work. She reached her hand out and started fondling his balls, gently rolling and lightly squeezing them, not enough to hurt but just enough to add to the many sensations that he was experiencing. Dave leaned his head back and closed his eyes, soaking in the pleasure. Kate added her other hand to the shaft still outside her mouth, adding yet another layer to the incredibly pleasurable symphony of sensations Dave was experiencing. The feelings were just too much, he was quickly approaching orgasm. He could feel his explosion building. He could feel his cum preparing for release. Eyes still closed, he reached down and grabbed Kate's head, guiding her movements along his cock. Steering wheel be damned, this was so much more important! Dave tightened his grip in her hair, moving her mouth even faster up and down, he was so close! Just a little more, just a little more! Kate pressed her tongue to the underside of his cockhead more forcefully, sped up her hands, increased her suction, and...

"Yes! Ah, fuck, yes! I'm fucking cumming!" Dave spoke aloud. His cock jerked strongly and his closed eyes saw stars. He was shooting rope after rope into Kate's mouth, who kept sucking the whole time. One, two, three, four pumps... After almost a dozen frantic and jerky thrusts, Dave's hips had settled down and he felt Kate's mouth pull off him. He knew that she loved feeling him cum in her mouth. She enjoyed the experience almost as much as he did. He didn't feel the usual coolness of the surrounding air after her mouth left his shaft. Opening his eyes he saw her sparkling blues looking back at him, with a playful grin on the lips below them. Why is it so bright?

Dave realized that he had been dreaming and it was morning. But the blowjob felt real.

"Glad you enjoyed your wake-up call, sleepyhead." Kate teased him, before leaning down and kissing him. Dave returned her kiss, and added some tongue of his own, before pulling back and taking in his surroundings. He was at home, in bed, looking at the ceiling, with the most gorgeous woman in the world holding him. Life was pretty good, Dave thought.

"I had that dream again," Dave began, "the one with you and me going for a ride and we- Speaking of..." Dave looked down and saw the increasingly-familiar black mass.

"Yeah, I did the same thing about twenty minutes ago," Kate told him. "I was thinking about it all night last night," she continued, "about what it feeds on. Obviously your semen, but why? What part of it is so appetizing for it? What sort of environment could have produced such a strange nutritional need?

Anyway, while I was looking at it and wondering, I saw you start to get hard. And what kind of biologist would I be if I didn't observe the feeding habits of my new most interesting specimen? So I gave it a helping hand, and... Well, you were there for the rest." she finished playfully.

Dave, still coming down from the abrupt dreaming-to-waking transition that was bridged by a very enjoyable climax, listened to Kate's story.

"Kinda surprised you only lent a hand, considering how much you like me being in your mouth." Dave told her.

"It... might've been more than a hand..." Kate blushed a little, and wiped the corner of her mouth.

"Oh. Really?" Dave was surprised. Kate was definitely the more adventurous and daring of the couple when it came to animals, but this surprised Dave. "You put him in your mouth?" He asked, more curious than anything.

"I figured that if nothing obviously immediate and detrimental had happened to you after 24 hours of exposure, a few minutes wouldn't hurt. Besides, you know how much I love putting your- Wait. You called it a 'him'?"

Dave stopped and thought. Hehadreferred to it as 'him'. Weird.

"Huh, I guess I did. I don't know, it just seems like a 'him'. The way he sounds when he talks to me. Or 'thinks' to me. Whatever you'd call it. It sounds male to me. Ya know?"

"Iliterallydo not know." Kate replied, deadpan delivery ruined by a giggle she couldn't hold back. Dave chuckled and smirked back at her.

She did have a point, though. He, or it, had been on him for 24 hours as of some time in the middle of the night, and he didn't seem to be suffering any ill effects. He didn't feel drowsy, weak, ill, nothing. He was thirsty, but that was about it.

Are you going to-Dave began, but didn't know how to ask 'eat me' to the creature.-um, how... What do you eat, exactly?

///

Organism had enjoyed the morning so far. A warm and restful dormant period ended by Almost-Host again helping Host release that wonderfully nutritious fluid that Organism had grown to rely upon. Did she do this often? Almost-Host seemed to have experience in Host's fluid-release ritual, except this time, Almost-Host had used a wet opening that Organism hadn't recognized. It was very warm, and very wet, although not entirely unlike the opening of hers Organism had explored previously. How many openings did Host and Almost-Host have? Did she do this often? Organism decided to ask Host about this soon.

Are you going to... um, how... What do you eat, exactly?Host asked.

Eat?Organism replied.

Yes, um... what do you take into your body for sustenance?Clarified Host

So far only your excretions. That's all I can remember.Organism answered.Is that what you 'eat'? Do you have a host that you get fluid from?

No! I mean, no, that's not how we eat. We eat food. Plants, animals, fungi on occasion. I guess if you consider milk, then we do something similar, but that's an exception. Here, maybe this will help...at which point Host sent Organism a slow stream of images and thoughts, about eating and tasting and smelling over a dozen different foods. All of these ideas were new and unexpected to Organism, but it could understand them. Then one concept came with which Organism was very familiar: enjoyment. The pure bliss of biting into a succulent steak, the wonderful refreshment of drinking a cool glass of water on a hot day. Yes, Organism recognized this idea, as it was how it felt every time Host released that wonderful fluid. Organism collected this thought and sent it back to Host.

Interesting. So those secretions are enough to sustain you for now?Host asked

More than that. Each time I incorporate the fluid, I seem better. I think clearer, I communicate better. I never did either of them before Host. Do you not grow the same from 'eating' your food?

No, not really. We just digest and incorporate food to build and repair our bodies, our minds are largely unaffected by what we eat. Honestly, what you're eating is generally not even considered food to us humans.

'Humans'?

Yeah, it's what our kind are called.

How many 'humans' are there? Can I meet them, too?

Ummm, maybe not yet. You're pretty shocking to Kate and I, and we know you aren't going to hurt us. Youaren'tgoing to hurt us, right?

You are my Host. My existence requires your existence.

That's good to know.

And with that last thought, Organism could feel Host relax significantly. Then Organism remembered the questions from earlier

What was the new opening Almost-Host used on us during the long-dormant state?

Oh, that was her mouth. It's for... it's how we eat our food.

Was Kate going to incorporate your fluid? You said it wasn't for sustainment of your kind.

It isn't, it's purpose is for reproduction. To make more humans...

///

Dave just had a revelation. The organism attached to him has only been consuming his semen. Maybe some sweat here & there, but predominantly his semen. The thing has also become more and more articulate since it first attached itself, almost every few hours. After every time Dave orgasms, now that he's thinking about it. Could the thing be consuming his sperm and incorporating his DNA into itself? Could the DNA in the sperm be the thing that the creature finds so desirable about his cum? He had to run this by Kate.

"So, first thing's first, the slime is not going to eat me, and I think I know why." Dave told Kate.

Kate had been watching her husband sit in silence for almost a full minute. It was weird watching someone have a conversation entirely in their mind, supposedly, so the return to audible was a welcome one for Kate.

"And why is that?" she responded.

"Well, because he told me that he needed me to survive for him to survive." Dave replied.

"Doesn't mean that it can't suck the blood out of you for extended periods of time, like a tapeworm." Kate countered. Kate was usually not the pessimist type, but this was a very unconventional situation, with very high stakes.

"True," Dave continued, "but I think he's telling me the truth. It said that my cum is enough for him. I wonder if it's not the sperm that he's utilizing. It said that every time he consumes my cum, he thinks clearer and communicates better, which I've also seen. Could he be absorbing my sperm and gaining human traits and characteristics?"

Kate was in no way prepared for such a conundrum.

"I... I don't know. There is nothing on Earth anything like this, in basically any way. I'm as confused and out of my depth as your are." Kate looked at the slime covering her husband's crotch again. She could see the faint outline of Dave's softened cock, as if he were wearing black latex underwear, but now she was looking at the creature itself. So far she had seen it as a covering to her husband's sex, or an obstacle to get around, but now? Now she was looking atit. She didn't know what to make of it.

"I wonder..." Dave began. He looked back up at the ceiling of the bedroom, composing his thoughts. "Since the creature is a liquid, a fluid, with no real shape... It has a defined volume, but not set shape, so it's a liquid. Maybe it's very much a fluid in all regards?"

"What do you mean?" Kate asked. She was a biologist, she liked dealing with the real world. Even if it wasn't always black and white, it was always real. Dave had taken a few too many philosophy courses in college, and Kate thought he got carried away at times.

"I mean that," Dave continued, "it has no shape. A mouse is a mouse, and it looks like one. A human is a human, and keeps it's shape. The size may change and the proportions may shift, and a person's opinions and ideas may change as well, but from the day we're born to the day we die, we're humans. This thing? It has no shape. No proportions to adjust and tweak. What if it can not just take the shape of any creature it finds, but can also change the shape of it'smind? What if it is as close to the physical manifestation of raw potential as physics will allow?!"

Kate was used to Dave going off on ultra-abstract tangents on occasion, but for once his little habit was actually useful.

"So you're saying that the slime thing is eating your jizz, absorbing your sperm, and piecing together the DNA contained within to become more aligned and integrated with it's host?"

"I like the way you said it." Dave told her. She always had a way with cutting out the unnecessary. Laconic wit was not his forte. Dave looked down at the black mass covering his nether region. He was getting more and more used to having his mind blown, and he had a feeling that things weren't going to get simpler any time soon.