Ezim

Good morning, Corinne
I hope you had a pleasant and restful night. It's Saturday and already the 4th of December! How the days are flying by ...
And so, we continue with a memory of the next contact between alien and human in the "Naive Astronaut". The firefly begins to glow 😉

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With the help of Hichan, the brother of the handsome doe-eyed man named Mori, the aliens managed to locate the astronaut quite quickly and visit him with the help of a medium. It was already clearly evident that Mori had blossomed for the human. As in, he had fallen in love and was in a state of fire and flame, which certainly made the situation not less complicated ...

Already in the hallway, a sudden wave of heat passed through the borrowed body of the american lady, making it difficult for the alien inside, to breathe. At the same moment, the music also stopped, and a frightening silence lay in the entire apartment.

"He feels you, ... go on," whispered the one behind, nudging his brother forward in his medium. And from that moment on, the trapped Mori was unable to control anything. He was now practically magically drawn to the astronaut's deep voice, which sang something and tapped in time against the glass on the large window front.

"Up to the sun and passed all the stars ..."

Down to the moon heading to Mars ..."

...

"Oh God, how romantic," Hichan giggled with rolled eyes. " Breathe Mori, come on and answer him." It took a few seconds for the latter to clear his throat and begin tentatively:

...

"It smells like burning, now I'm out of orbit. I'm watching you and, in my head, you're saying goodbye, goodbye.

I can't just stay, no ... I can't ..."

the alien breathed in April's chilled voice and Torio murmured back dreamily:

"Take a breath, and you can see it's so real. ... I can feel you ... just stay with me."

Mori, in the blond woman's body, was already standing in the doorway, clutching his unusually plump breasts for fear they might burst. Anxiously, he stared at Torio, still standing by the glass front, in the wheelchair, now turning around, as if in slow motion, done by pushing a wheel of the chair. With every centimeter that brought them closer, the alien tensed in the foreign shell and finally closed his eyes in desperation to lose his temper over the blazing flames.

"April?!" the blond astronaut exclaimed in surprise, but it sounded almost angry, definitely disappointed. "I thought you were asleep for long time. ... What else do you want?"
A small eternity passed until ...

"Huch! ... Eh ... I ... I can't ... sleep?" came the hesitant reply, after which the backside of the woman's body was pricked again. Torio rolled towards his colleague and eyed her suspiciously.

"What's the matter with you? Are you sick?" He stopped in front of her, leaned back casually, and crossed his arms in front of his bare chest.

Yes, he was naked, his upper body at least, since he had been sitting on a special exercise bike just a few minutes ago when he heard the familiar vibrations and immediately pricked up his ears. The excitement was so great that he didn't take time to wipe the sweat from his body or put anything on. No, he immediately went in search of it, because he knew it would respond, to the rhythmic tapping, he was sure. All the more disappointing was then, however, the appearance of April. The latter remained silent, even though the alien in her was tapped on the back so many times, it only pressed its eyes and lips tightly together.

"Just stop it, April ... I know I've treated you a little too harshly today, but you have no need to exaggerate like that ... what can I say? I'm not the social type ... you know it. I'm sorry if you feel offended. That's just the way I am, and I'm not going to change, ... even for you." Harsh words that would have surely meant a small disaster for the now sleeping woman. Mori, on the other hand, blinked through her made-up long eyelashes and tried to think of a clear mountain lake ... and Coke with lots of ice cubes. That helped a little, and then he took a deep breath and even tried to get a little smile on her lips.

"April?" The blond astronaut fixed her.

"Oops, ... y-yes?"

"Look at me. You seriously don't think you're getting anywhere with me with your pity ploy." He laughed arrogantly, leaned forward and grasped the alien's hip in the woman vigorously. At the unexpected touch, Mori's eyes snapped open and in an instant, he felt the heat inside him. His head was pounding, everything was spinning, he had the greatest effort to get the mess in the human shell in order.

"Yes? ... I ... I mean, ... no?" he stammered, starting to sweat from every feminine pore. "Oh man, ... I'm so hot ... so fucking hot." Their eyes had met long ago and Torio pulled the fake April to him with his strong arm.

"A few hours ago, you couldn't wait to be this close to me. What kind of drugs did you swallow to be able to control your female urges like this ... huh?" This time his voice sounded almost a little inviting. "... And you're really quite hot. ... April, ... girl are you okay?" Now there was already some concern coming out, and his second hand lifted to the forehead of the violently shivering Mori in the woman's cover to feel the temperature. This was clearly too much for the alien, the color of April's eyes changed from blue gray to dark turquoise to deep midnight blue, ending in a sea of dark chocolate. Torio blinked in confusion, revealing the increasingly hot female body.

"It ... eh ... is ... all right. ... I ... just need water .. water cold water." With those words, the alien stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and stuck his medium's head under the faucet.

"Damn Mori, that won't work," Hichan now interfered again, who had of course been watching everything. "You would have reached your destination long ago. ... What are you waiting for?" The person addressed lifted his head out of the sink and sniffled loudly. His horrified look in the mirror in front of him, showed only pure despair.

"Oh no, ... hell, I destroyed her face. Look at me .." he wailed, running his hands over his cheeks to wipe away the runny makeup. "My ... oh shit, her hair, ... all messed up." Fingers plucked at the wet strands that hung down into his blubbery face. "Oh God, I can't do this. He straightened up and the cold water dripped onto the gray tile floor. "These things are crushing me." At that, he lifted April's breasts and bobbed them in his hands. "I can't breathe.... Hichan! ... I just have to get out of there, I'm suffocating."  But before the visibly helpless brother could find soothing words, Torio was already rolling into the spacious bathroom, smirking at the mess.

"Sorry, my dear, if I'm the reason for this outburst here. I ... I'm really sorry." That sounded sincere, and he scooted a little closer. "Come here ... and calm down." He made a welcoming motion. "I'm ... surprised by .." He reached for her hand and placed the slender fingers with the red-painted long nails on his lap. "Do you feel it? Your reserved, shy nervousness really turns me on. ... You're on the target, my girl ..."

"...!"

The red hair of the non-involved bystander stood on end. Hichan wanted to leave the washroom as quickly as possible, but when the female Mori collapsed moaning in the arms of the wheelchair user, the situation changed abruptly.

A not harmless situation, which finally found a good outcome only with the help of the red-haired Hichan.
Some attempts followed to establish the connection between Mori and Torio, but by then the aliens were already under suspicion of doing something forbidden. Their father, the commander of the IUCHIS, unfortunately also had something to say about this ...