Universe Hunters: Taken (2 page)

“Lay sthill, your round globes are burned.”

Her eyes blinking, head twisting uncomfortably to look up, Cali’s gaze settled onto Jackson and Scott. Both men were buck-naked. Each had their heads cocked to gaze down at her. Cali groaned again and resisted the hand holding her down. She managed to struggle to her knees then gasped.

“Where are my clothes?” she demanded.

“If you mean those pieces of flesh hanging from you, we thought it best to remove them. Most were burned,” Jackson said.

“How do you do that tho fast?” Scott said. “Why are my wordth so bad?”

Cali sat back on her thighs and cried out. “My ass is on fire.”

“The globes you mean?” Jackson asked. “You have two separated by a crack, are you broken? Or is it asses?”

“You’re the asses. What the hell is wrong with you two?” Cali yelled. “Get me a blanket and why are you two naked?”

“You mean we are supposed to have an oddly colored layer of loose flesh?” Jackson said.

“Clothes, you idiot,” Cali shouted, then pressed a hand to her throbbing temple for a moment. She scooted off the table and using her hands, tried to hide her breasts and mound. She began to back away as the two men approached her.

“You forgot the furrr on us,” Scott said. He was staring down at his bald balls and big cock. “And this thing thticking out, that human doesthn’t have one. I told you we look ridiculous. The human lookth scared.”

“Humans have a female and male anatomy,” Jackson said. “It’s an early culture. Have some patience. I think we appear male, while she is female. It’s not like I had a diagram or instructions. I had to change us fast before we saw this female without the outer layer of flesh, or clothes as she calls it.”

“What the hell is the matter with you guys?” Cali screamed. “Why are you acting like this?”

“You need to get back onto the table, we’ve only healed your front half, not the asses half,” Jackson said. His tone was calm; he acted concerned. Cali wondered why, when the peacock normally didn’t give her the time of day except to wink and flirt when it suited his mood.

“Jackson?” Cali whispered, peering at him. There was something very odd about him. Both men moved with a jerky motion as though walking was difficult.

“The name is acceptable, but I prefer my own, it is Blazar,” Jackson said. “I know you are confused. There were two humans, males I suppose, bathing in what you would refer to as a lake. We took their forms. We cannot come to you as we are; you would be burned. In fact, you were burned. We brought you here to heal. If your separated asses are normal, then I will fix ours.”

Cali noted what she hadn’t before. Both men turned slightly and their rounded behinds separated into two perfect ass cheeks.
Fucking creepy
. Cali thought her jaw would hit the floor; this wasn’t Jackson or Scott. What had he said his name was?

Blazar?

Cali bumped into a cold hard wall and yelped when her butt connected to the offending surface. Her behind was in agony, as was her back. The Jackson lookalike sprang forward and steadied her. His thick long cock poked her belly.

“That’s close enough,” Cali said, gasping in large amounts of air, trying to keep her tears from falling. She shoved at his hard chest, forcing him to release her and step back.

“I am called Deimos. Back on the table,” the Scott lookalike said stepping forward, then he grinned. He then looked startled. Two fingers lifted to touch the sides of his lips.

“What are you doing with your face?” Blazar asked.

“I dunno,” Deimos replied. “Feels okay.”

“Less words suit you better,” Blazar said. “But that face movement thing might frighten the female human.”

Cali allowed Scott, Deimos, or whoever it was, to settle her onto the table. She cringed when her ass made contact. A soothing sensation washed over her as she lay back. Deimos continued to stare down at her with his now lopsided grin. The table was short enough that his cock rested against her hip. She couldn’t help but stare at it.

Deimos noticed where her gaze had landed. “Too much or too little?” he asked.

“Er,” she muttered.
He didn’t just ask me that.

“What about mine?” Blazar asked, he too settled closer to rest his cock onto her tummy. “A strange thing to be sure. I wasn’t certain if I got the length right. The males covered quickly when a female came yelling about missing a Cali. The males seemed to be in charge, which is why I chose these forms. Only one of the males took his limb out of his loose flesh after putting it on, then let the limb spew on a tree. Are we supposed to spew? Is it a greeting ritual? A show of dominance? The female didn’t look impressed. She lowered her head and averted her eyes in a subservient manner.”

Cali squeezed her eyes shut tight.
This is not happening.
“Where am I?” she asked.

When she opened her eyes, she gazed around the room at anything that didn’t look remotely cock-like. Out a dark window, little points of light were flying by.
I’m in space. Figures.

“You are aboard our hunting vessel,” Blazar said. His cock bounced, Cali looked away and, unfortunately, directly at Deimos’ cock. It also bounced. “What an interesting piece of anatomy.”

“Hunting vessel?” Cali asked, while thinking things were getting curiouser and curiouser. “And for the love of God, get your big ass dicks away from me.”

Both men stepped back. “You appear unsettled,” Blazar said. “This is only temporary. We will return you once we have completed our mission in this quadrant.”

“When will that be?” Cali ground out.

“I’m afraid I have no concept of your time,” Blazar said. “We, that is, Deimos and me, didn’t know humans existed until today while hunting the Gars. This is a new quadrant we happened onto by chance.”

“Gars?”
I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming…

“Gars are not only flesh eaters but eaters of everything and do not belong in your world. They take on several shapes. Some appear harmless. They are dangerous. To them, eating is as important as the air you breathe. It’s a natural function, one that never ceases. They are insatiable and if left to their own devices would consume—everything. Both Deimos and I are universe hunters. When in our natural form, the Gars are helpless when met with our light. As are you. I’m afraid we burned you in our haste to kill all of the Gars. If we had not, they would kill again.”

“Can you at least find us all some clothes to wear?” Cali knew she sounded a bit frantic. Having a conversation with men claiming to be aliens was bad enough, but to have it while they were all naked was nerve wracking.

“I’m sorry, female human. I cannot produce loose flesh,” Blazar said.

“Cali.” She scowled.

“You are not a human female?” Deimos asked.

“My name, dumb ass. It’s Cali. I can’t stay here naked, for days.”

“Why? You look so interesting, most intriguing,” Blazar said. “You will note the temperature in our vessel is warm enough.”

“This is kidnapping. It’s illegal,” Cali said.

“Stealing you away from Earth wasn’t our original plan. There is no malice involved. I understand we have captured you, and you feel you are a prisoner,” Blazar said.

“I
am
a prisoner,” she wailed.

“I have had to weigh the pros and cons of our mission and your health,” Blazar said. “You had to be healed, but the Gars are destroying beings on other planets. You needn’t fear Deimos or me. Instead of thinking yourself a prisoner or captive, think of it as though being kept—for now.”

Taken is more like it.

Cali glared at him. “But we’re all naked,” she stressed.

“Why is this relevant?” Deimos asked.

“Because, well…because,” Cali stuttered. “You’re men, or males…you’re naked.” She was also helpless and lying nude, spread out like a Thanksgiving goose dinner.

“Do male and female humans do something together when they are naked?” Blazar asked. “Explain your culture and we will try to accommodate your needs.”

Cali felt the blush creep up her throat.
Explain sex?
They didn’t know what their cocks were, let alone how to use them.

“It just feels strange to be naked,” she mumbled. Boy, was that an understatement.

“You will be fine,” Deimos said. Again he grinned and wiggled his lips around for a second making weird faces. His gaze strained down creepily to stare at his lips making the whites of his eyes prominent. He moved closer to place a hand on her shoulder. The tip of his cock poked into her side. Cali jumped off the bed. His cock was rock hard. Deimos took a finger and poked his dick.

“It grows,” he said. “When it’s aimed at Cali.”

Blazar looked down at his cock thoughtfully. He too had a hard on. “Is this strange growing appendage a weapon? The yellow fluid it spews, is it dangerous?”

“The, uh, yellow fluid is waste,” Cali muttered.

“Interesting,” Deimos said. “Strange.”

“And a little uncomfortable,” Blazar muttered. He stroked his dick making Cali go redder still.

Oh my God, I’ll die if he jacks off in front of me.

“Well, don’t touch it,” Deimos demanded. “It may spew.”

If you only knew…

“We have work to do. You may wander our vessel, but don’t touch anything,” Blazar said. He released his cock.

Both he and Deimos turned and left, their cocks bobbing up and down in front of them. Cali rubbed a weary hand across her face. She then sat up and stared down at her big boobs. She needed a bra; when loose, the girls tended to fight. There had to be something on this damned ship to restrain them. Cali was now on a mission.

Chapter Two

Cali twisted her neck uncomfortably around to stare into another room. Empty. She had been prowling for some time; the ship was huge. It appeared she and the two aliens were the only occupants. Deimos and Blazar contented themselves in the largest room. Blipping and bleeping gadgets and numerous panels lined the silver walls. So many bright lights varying in color and grades of intensity reminded Cali of her unpleasant experiences, and she hastened from the room. She kept her distance from the aliens, anxious to avoid them until feeling presentable.
Not nude if possible
.

The walls were shiny; the entire ship gleamed like polished silver inside, reflecting her image from numerous angles. It was disconcerting and startled Cali a few times before she adjusted to the sight of her image everywhere. Open-mouthed, she entered another strange room. She had never gazed at anything cleaner in her life. Under her bare feet shone more silver. When Cali looked down, she could see her reflection and blushed when her lower lips, big as day, stared back at her.

“That’s not something I needed to see right now,” she whispered. At least her ass wasn’t bright red anymore. “I’m naked in a ship with two hot aliens who are really bright lights. Get a grip, girl. Oh, I can get a grip—on anything, ’cause I’m hangin’ out all over.” Her words were emphasized in the quiet room by her low growl of frustration.

There were types of closets in the room. Cali ventured to open one. She smiled when she found strips of a cotton swab material all in bunches together. Perhaps the room was for First Aid, it would make sense of the sterile environment. When she gripped a handful, the slightly sticky material broke off in chunks. Cali stuck a blob on one boob, it held. Staring at her reflection in the high polished silver she went to work. Soon her ass, boobs, and mound were covered in the substance. Now if she could just get the guys to wear this, at least over their cocks. Maybe then she could have a normal conversation. Granted, they would all resemble the Stay Puft marshmallow man but this was better than nothing.

Feeling somewhat more confident, Cali strode through the ship finally coming to the larger room where she knew she would find Deimos and Blazar. Both men stood quietly, or so she thought at first. Cali’s hands flew to her ears, and she cried out. Both men turned to stare at her, their eyes blazed a spooky yellow, neither had ears on their heads anymore. Cali fell to the ground in agony and fear. Large arms gripped her and she whimpered.

“Oh my God, what did you do to yourselves, to me?”

“Damn.” Cali heard Deimos swear, he was practically running through the ship with her clutched to his chest.

“We should have known better. This is my fault for allowing her freedom to roam and not protecting her. Our natural voices are too much for human ears. We’ve hurt her again,” Blazar yelled.

Cali groaned and peeked an eye open as she was settled once again onto the table. Relief was instantaneous. Both men had their ears back. Their eyes were, thankfully, perfectly normal. They stared at her in concern, except Deimos looked more confused. As he stared, Cali couldn’t help but feel she had blundered with something. It had to be the cotton material. Deimos leaned closer to Blazar to whisper.

“Blazar? She is wearing our food.”

“Maybe she missed her mouth, Deimos?”

“She looks a little silly.”

“Hmm, the food is strategically placed to cover her globes and fur,” Blazar said. “I think there is more to this naked thing than she is letting on.”

I’m wearing their food? Ugh.
“What happened to me?” Cali asked.

“Humans cannot cope with the tone of our natural language. Your eardrums are too sensitive. My database has so little information, I deduced this myself. It would appear I am correct,” Blazar said. “You see, my species hears with all orifices. We absorb our language which passes through our entire being. Your skin is only semi-permeable. Our words cannot enter you though they try. I’m guessing the effect is less than pleasant.”

“You think?” She choked the words out in annoyance. Knives digging into her would have been preferable. It was like jumping into a freezing cold lake while being assaulted with pins and needles.

Cali lay there, the sticky substance moistened under the bright lights. The clothes she stuck on, or rather their food, was melting. It was worse than being naked. As she rose from the table there was a sick sucking sound and a pop as the gummy substance clung to her skin and the table surface, then released. Cali was naked again; the tacky mess lay on the table. Both men looked at the table in disgust.