Martian Holiday! (Closed for HottieKatie)

[Nervade]

“I want a cow.” Yaagro said evenly, his voice undercut with the normal tone of blunt stupidity that normally was its pitch. He was broad shouldered and dull looking, with a sloping brow and one cycloptic eye in the middle of his head that identified him immediately as a Worker Martian. Born stronger and…less brainy than other Martians, the Workers would…well, work, making use of their physical gifts while being supervised with those of a more cerebral capacity.

Cevail rolled his pale yellow eyes at his dullard of a friend. “How many times do I have to tell you? We are not going to Earth to pick up a cow for you to mutilate.” Cevail was from the second class of Martian society; The Administrators. Charming and ever socially graceful, they were the leaders of the people, serving as diplomats and motivators. Cevail, like most Administrators, was tall, confident and handsome, with neatly groomed fire engine red hair and a tongue that was actually the color of silver.

Yaagro was visibly upset, and shrugged his broad shoulders with a grunt. “Wasn’t gonna mutilate it…just…play with it. Play rough with cow.”

“Well, the last thing you played rough with took the cleaning robots 5 hours to disinfect.” Zeem was of the third class, the Thinkers, who would sort things out and build all manner of fascinating machinery. He was small and had a bit of a large cranium, his features delicate and slight. On his nose sat a pair of glasses that seemed oddly large for his tiny, bead like eyes. He was overlooking the navigation map with his usual scrutiny. “We’re almost orbiting Earth.” He turned to Cevail calmly. “Now maybe you can tell us exactly why you dragged us out here?”

Cevail grinned, displaying perfect and pearly white teeth. “We’re gonna get a girl.” He said mischievously.

“A girl cow?” Yaagro perked up like an earth-child on Christmas.

The suave Administrator sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, still no cows, Yaagro.” He turned excitedly to his friends and began to gesture about as he spoke. “Do you guys know what day it is? The summer cycle is almost over. That means we enter a work cycle! That means Yaagro goes back to the Lytonium Mines, Zeem returns to the Uberphysics Academy, and I go back to the Martian Senate!”

“Of course.” Zeem said evenly. “We have a summer cycle of relaxation and enjoyment, and then a cycle of work. It’s been the Martian way for eons.”

“Right! So, I think that it’s only right that we end our Summer cycle with a bang, and get ourselves an Earth girl.”

“You mean, like a pet?” Yaagro said, scratching his broad, dumb head.

“He means like a sex slave.” Zeem said with a smirk.

“Well, you’re both kinda sorta right, actually.” Cevail said with a grin.

“Absolutely not. We can’t just go abducting Earthlings. If we get caught, we will be brought before the council and promptly sent to the Ion Furnaces. You know the law.” Zeem countered, always one to douse Cevail’s enthusiasm with coldest water.

“Who said anything about Abduction?” Cevail was in rare form when he entered a debate with someone, and his words flowed like Jupiter bottled honey. “I merely suggest that we pick up a lonely, underappreciated Earth girl, and have fun with her before depositing her safely back at home and returning to our boring, emotionless Work Cycle is all. We won’t keep anyone who doesn’t want to stay.”

The two Martians looked at each other for a moment. Yaagro was easy to convince, and would go along with anything that didn’t require too much thinking, but Zeem was the disciplinarian of the group. “I don’t know about this…” He said sternly.

“Zeem, you spent your ENTIRE Summer cycle studying for your return to the Academy. If ANYONE needs a pair of boobs in their face, it’s you.” Cevail argued.

The smallest Martian straightened his glasses. “We have a variety of virtual reality pornography programs that can easily accommodate any desire you might have right here on this ship, Cevail, without need of dragging us across the galaxy to indulge yourself.”

“Bah!” Cevail waved his hand dismissively. “I have sat through those virtual reality programs so long that I can recite them from memory. I’m talking about a REAL girl, here. Besides that, it’s not just about me. It’s a BONDING experience with us friends! Come on, we’ll keep her for a week, and ONLY if she agrees to stay.”

Zeem considered the plan, mulling it over in his expansive cranium. “ONLY if she agrees to stay.”

Yaagro nodded. “If I can’t have girl cow, then I’ll take girl, I guess…”

Cevail grinned and darted over to the ship’s teleporter, jabbing away at the buttons on it. “Okay, what kind of girls do you guys want? We can put them into this search filter, and the teleporter will zap one up to us fitting the description!”

Zeem pondered the inquiry before responding. “I’d like a girl more my height. Yes, that would be fine.”

“HAW HAW HAW!” Yaagro bellowed. “You is small and puny!”

“Shush!” Cevail jabbed in the search phrases. “Okay, so she’ll be small. Speaking for myself, I want a girl who is an absolute, complete and total nymphomaniac. Martian girls are so formal and uptight!” His fingers flew across the keyboard as he turned to their dumb third. “Yaagro? What do you want her to be like?”

The brutish Martian Worker blinked his one cycloptic eye and took a deep breath. “I want her to have big, big boobs!” He smiled stupidly, holding his meaty palms in front of his chest and pumping air with his fingers.

“Okay! And thanks for the visual, there, Yaag.” Cevail typed quickly. “One short, busty nymphomaniac, coming up!” And he pressed the teleport button, causing the small booth to crackle with a blinding flash of energy and a pulse of arcing electricity as the incredible machine plucked a suitable candidate straight from the surface of the Earth…

 

[HottieKatie]

Cindy was standing in front of the mirror in her room, naked, as every night before going to sleep. She tried to comfort herself looking at the mirror after another without any guy choosing her. Almost every night she went with her friends to get some drinks, dance and hook up with some stranger, but she was the only one to always go back home alone. Her friends told her not to worry, they didn't always find someone either. But she was NEVER chosen.

She started worrying about her body, but she knew she was completely ok. She just wasn't the average guy's type. She wasn't skinny and tall like all her friends. But she wasn't overweight or even chubby. She was just a bit short. But she knew that 5'3'' and 130 lbs, was a completely normal size. Her bust was a bit large, she wore a 36DD bra. But, hey, weren't men supposed to like big boobs? She placed both her hands in her breasts. Her pointed nipples were pressed against her palms. They were a bit sharp because of the excitement of looking at her own naked body and the cold of the empty room. SHe looked at her white meat sticking out around her hands. Ok, maybe they were too big, but she wasn't going to pay a fortune to reduce them when she liked them that way. There must be some man who liked them that way... she just had to find him. But how? She had tried almost anything.

Maybe it was her hair. She liked to wear her black hair with some red streaks straight and bobbed, longer in the front at shorter at the back, following the angle of her chin. It seemed that men these days preferred long hair, as Mary and Gina (her friends with long her) were always the first to leave the bars grabbing a gentleman's arm. But Cindy didn't want to let it grow. She liked it that way and she found it was more comfortable. Sometimes her friends had told her that long hair sometimes got in the way when they were giving head. And yes, the one time Cindy had managed to find a guy who liked her and she could lick his cock, her hair was longer and she had to constantly remove some strands from her mouth. She had immediately cut her hair, having liked the oral sex so much. But what was the use of it if she couldn't get any other dick to suck?

And every night, the same routine went on. After accepting and admiring her own body in the mirror, she went to bed alone, and the urge to please herself made her right hand slid down to her mound. Before she knew, her pulsating slit was flooding with her clear juice, some slipping down and wetting the sheets, while her index and middle finger went in and out of the whole and rubbed her protrusive spot. It didn't take her long to come, shouting and breathing heavily. She lived alone, so there was no need to keep silent.

Tired and sad, she turned around to sleep, not even worrying about putting on her pyjamas, hoping the following day God heard her prays to help her find a man to please her.

 

[Nervade]

Cindy felt a sudden jolt course through her short, curvaceous body, and in all of a second’s time, her world was turned to a blinding column of bluish white light. Her stomach was a fluttering of butterflies for a moment, and then, in another flash of light, she was simply…elsewhere.

The ship filled with sizzling smoke, and when it cleared, the three Martians saw a short, busty Human girl standing before them. She seemed, as one might expect, just a tad bit confused. After collecting a full eyeful of the busty, nude young Human, Cevail grinned, turning to his companions and speaking softly to them. “Okay, fellas, just let me do the talking, okay?”

Zeem was frozen, his eyes locked on the curvaceous life form that they had summoned. He gave a blank, silly looking nod as he blatantly stared.

Yaagro gave out a long, deep and bellowing laugh that made Cindy a bit frightened. “HAW HAW HAW! Yer all nekkid!” The simpleton Worker bellowed.

Cevail rolled his eyes and shot his broad shouldered friend an icy look before regaining his smile and taking a step towards the young Human. His voice and presence and mannerisms were calm and non-threatening. “Hello there.” He gave that dazzling smile. “I understand that you are undoubtedly confused, so, please allow me to introduce myself and my friends.” Compared to the complex tongue that was Martian-speak, the Earthling tongue was primitive and simple, and even Yaagro could understand and speak it.

The tall, good looking Martian took out a thin, small remote control, pressing some buttons on it, and astonishingly, a warm, thick towel draped around Cindy’s lush figure. It was warm and comfortable, and put her at ease…a little bit. “I am Cevail.” He took a deep, courtly bow, then established his odd companions. “This is Zeem, and this is Yaagro. We are Martians, and we mean you absolutely no harm.”

Besides the large, scary one, they seemed harmless enough. Cevail stood tall and set his hands behind his head. “What’s your name, my dear?”

 

[HottieKatie]

Cindy was awoken suddenly and before the could understand what was happening she found herself standing in front of three strange people… Well, she doubted they were so. Two of them looked like more or less normal people, but the third one was a cyclop. That was not normal. The other two had strange features (yellow eyes, big head…) that could pass for genetic disruptions. But she had never seen a human with just one eye in the middle of his forehead.

Anyways, she had not much time to think, as "the cyclop" started laughing at her naked body, and she suddenly realized they were looking at her bare flesh. She tried to cover herself, but with just her hands and arms it was difficult. One of her hands covered her inseam and with the other she covered what she could of her bosom, mostly her slightly pointed nipples. Most of her breasts flesh still showed below and above her white right arm, but it was all she could do.

There, helpless and scared she waited for an explanation. Luckily, it didn't take long for the most natural man to speak to her.

"Hello there. I understand that you are undoubtedly confused, so, please allow me to introduce myself and my friends."

It was a nice beginning. At least he was being nice. And the towel he provided her with was helping her to feel more comfortable. She had still been kidnapped from her room, but these looked like nice abductors.

"I am Cevail. This is Zeem, and this is Yaagro. We are Martians, and we mean you absolutely no harm."

Of course, aliens. Cindy was starting to think she was having some kind of a nightmare. But it all seemed quite real. But how could it be real? Martians didn't exist! Although she doubted she had so big an imagination to create out of nowhere the setting she was in.

Her thoughts were again interrupted by the talking creature: "What’s your name, my dear?", he asked.

"Cindy", she just said. She had so many questions to add to that solitary word, but where could she start? Is this real? Why am I here? What are they going to do with me? Are this creatures going to stick a needle up my nose like in the movies?

She wondered whether they could read her mind, it was something many sci-fi movies had in common. If that was a dream, she would have probably added that to the martians she had created.

Cindy took another look around before she waited for the yellow-eyed creature to continue with his explanation.

 

[Nervade]

Seeing that the Human girl was more than a little bewildered by the curious appearance of his companions, Cevail decided to really lay on the charm. He walked close to her, lacing his arm around her soft, silky shoulder, walking Cindy away from Zeem and Yaagro, beginning to slowly escort her through the winding halls of their spacecraft. He turned to his two friends for a moment and spoke to them.

"Gentleman, give me a moment to get our guest settled? We'll be back promptly." He turned back to Cindy, his smile so pleasing and warm. Fuck, she was so short and stacked. Even wrapped in the blanket he provided her, Cevail could see her downright ripe curves and shapely figure. She smelled like sweet perfume, and the tall, broad shouldered Martian was hard and throbbing as he walked with her. "Cindy, my, such a pretty name! Well, Cindy, my friends and I had long heard about Earth girls and how very beautiful they are. We were searching for the prettiest, most beautiful Human girl on Earth, and you were the FIRST thing we picked up on our scanners."

His closeness was disarming to her, and Cindy soon found her nerves calming due to Cevail's calming voice and his raw, ravenous sex appeal. His words and presence were something the likes of which Cindy had never experienced before. These Martians, as strange as they were, thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world? Cindy's self esteem exploded, as earth boys normally preferred skinny, tall blond waifs without the explosive curves that Cindy was blessed with. While Cevail was technically stretching the truth a bit, he certainly did find her attractive. "So, my friends and I would like to..." Now was the tricky part, wording this delicately. "We'd like to...date you."

 

[HottieKatie]

Cindy was astonished. Date her? That was what they wanted?... It was too weird. They were strange beings but...

"I... I'm still a bit dazzled, I don't know if I'm understanding you..." She needed to clear her thoughts.

First she looked at Cevail in front of her. He was quite handsome, though in a weird way. His yellow eyes and shinnig tongue were strange, but she had to admit that his red hair was so cool, and he had wonderful features.
She wouldn' care about the other two, now she was with Cevail.
So they meant no harm, and they liked her... It was what she had wanted for so long, right?
Cevail's arm around her shoulders made her feel comfortable, peaceful, and he had a really good way with words.
So what was the harm?
Beautiful, he called her. Pretty.
And his voice... It was so soothing. She felt like there was nothing to fear with him. She felt she could do whatever he wanted with her.
But the "date" thing... What did it exactly mean?

"So you think I'm pretty" she started smiling at the thought, "and beautiful, and you want to date me... Well, I don't think I could say no to you... You are so cute" she looked at his sparkling eyes. "But just a question, why human girls? You don't like your martian girls?"

Cindy was feeling so comfortable talking to Cevail and the atmosphere was so warm, that she didn't notice the towel around her body had dropped as they walked. She was so used to walking naked around at her place that it was just natural. In fact it was comforting, she wa used to feeling her boobs bumping against each other as she moved, it was soothing feeling. Her nipples were hard, but not because of any cold, but more because of the excitement of being finally liked and wanted.

Would it be tonight the night when she would be finally be pleased by someone else? Martians were not in her list of desired mating partners but, she shouldn't be picky, given her options...