#include <std_disclaimer> - contains adult material. Inspired by inju*.gif from alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.anime Brief Visitor [f/alien] [3/4] by Sunrain 1996 - 1999 Brief Visitor, part 3: Certainty Two years passed. My obsession in aliens caused me to drift apart from my old friends, but I suppose it was better that way. I couldn't be as sincere with them as they would be with me. I started to hang around with other weirdos in school, and it suited me better, since everyone of us had something we certainly didn't want to talk about, although I would guess that my reasons for not talking freely about everything was a bit more serious than the other's problems. Or at least more strange. It was the sort of group of people where you quickly learn what not to talk about. We also formed our own style of jokes and stuff, and the better people soon learned not to show any curiosity in our business. The fact that we didn't want to talk about something didn't mean that we didn't know what was wrong with each of us. Some days when one of my friends came to school with bandaged head, we all knew that his father had had one of those days again. We knew, we cared, but we also knew we couldn't do a thing about it. Since we didn't talk about things, I don't know what they thought my problem was, but they saw that it was serious enough to let me in their group. As the months passed, I found myself going out again, this time with my new friends. I still spent most of my time studying - both school subjects (which for some reason included astronomy and logic now) and also my own studies of anything connected with aliens in any way. According to my studies, most of the abduction cases were plainly fake, but there were some that had some feeling of truth in them. One point seemed clear: abductees generally spoke of seeing aliens more than once. Was I then one of those so called selected ones? I knew for certain that I had met an alien once. Possibly twice, but I couldn't be sure of those memories anymore, not after all those psychology studies. I still made time for sports though, and kept myself fit. I had been looking at one handsome dude as one of my pals tugged me in the ribs and repeated whether I was coming to this festival next weekend. I thought, why not? I dressed up in cut-off jeans and a skimpy tank top; it was hot out there, and perhaps I would meet that hunk out there and get to know him better. I wasn't thinking of sex, mind. So there I was, sitting on the grass by the beach, with a can of beer and listening to bad music played by ever worse artists who very clearly were even more drunk than the audience. Some of my pals kept arguing about whether the artist was worse than the one that played before it, and whether the next one could possibly be worse. My can was empty, and I felt bored, so I figured I could get on my feet and look for a trash can. After dutifully dumping the can, I looked back, and couldn't see where all the others were. I walked around for a while, and ended up near the beer tent, which had been deserted for a good two hours after running out of beverage. The tent was on the side of the field, and the noise from the stage was pleasantly low. Then I heard something behind me, from the forest. My heart just jumped to my throat and I looked behind me. A squirrel sped up the tree, pausing for a while and throwing a glance at me, before continuing on. I sighed and leaned on a tree, feeling exhausted. Not that I really thought something would happen. I felt silly. Just to prove me wrong I walked into the forest for a while. It was another of those industrially planted forests with nothing interesting in them. To avoid getting lost I jogged to the lake. When I got there it was well past midday. The forest started to bore me after a while though and I started back, now noticing how far I had come. Clouds blocked the sun for a while and I stumbled on something, and fell right on my face. Just great. I laid there for a moment, groaning. My hands ached, as did one knee, but otherwise I felt ok. Suddenly I noticed how silent everything was. Then I felt something touch my thigh, and I froze. It felt cold and smooth, sliding upwards. I turned my head and craned to see what it was. It looked kind of like a red snake, but it had small, insect-like hands near its head, and it came from somewhere above me. Just when I had turned enough to see it, two of those snake things wound around my arms and lifted me on my feet, and then bent me backwards and thrusted down so that I was in sort of kneeling position on my toes but bent backwards supported by the snakes. Suddenly it seemed like they were everywhere. Two of them started chewing my cut-offs apart while one pushed my tank top up, exposing my full breasts. The snakes seemed to drool and left little traces and pools of slime on my naked skin. I was horrified and tried to resist, but I couldn't scream. All I could hear was the sound of the snakes' scales sliding on my skin, my own breath, and the chewing of the snakes attacking my cut-offs. I couldn't hear the carneval at all. Even the wind had stopped. For some reason the snakes didn't cut through my silky panties, but retreated after my cut-offs were shred into pieces. I was heaved from side to side, the snakes roaming on my skin, touching everywhere, leaving moisture. Although helpless, I found myself getting aroused, expecting something to happen, afraid of it. Every time one snake passed across my hardened nipple, I felt a wave pass through me. Finally I watched as one slowly came around my right shoulder, down between my breasts sending shivers all over me, down my chest, passing my navel, and pushed its head carefully under the elastic of my panties, finally pinching my clitoris with its hard little hands. I screamed as the orgasm hit me. More of the snakes wound around my arms and lifted me up. Another pair took hold of my thighs and another from my ankles, all lifting me up and spreading my legs. One particularly wet snake started rubbing itself between my aching breasts, and I could feel something wet, cold and elastic pushing between my butt cheeks. Then I saw the tentacle approaching my pussy. One snake was pulling my panties from the way and the purple tentacle was clearly aimed in. Whatever I felt in my bottom pushed itself slowly inside, stretching my nether hole. I tried to hold still but it was hard with all the snakes moving. Then the tentacle pushed inside me, filling my pussy roughly in one go. Then it started to move. The one in my ass started pumping as well, only at different pace. It wasn't simply in and out movement; the thickness of the tentacles varied greatly as well, pulsing inside me. I was breathing as hard as I could, and felt another wave coming, the pressure growing. Some snakes wound around my breasts, and two of them went to my nipples, pinching them. As the liquid fire hit the insides of my womb I came screaming as loud as I could. Apparently the thing had gotten what it had came for, as I was put on the ground carefully, and after a while I couldn't feel its presence anymore. A bird sang in the distance. I was completely spent. I just laid there, wet, tears flowing from my eyes, for a long time. I got back to the parking lot, carefully hiding in the bushes, got to my car, and drove home. Thankfully there was little traffic. Nobody was home when I got there, and I hope the neighbors did not happen to glance as I ran, mostly naked, inside. After a shower and a strong drink I fell on my bed, asleep. Apparently these things are bound to happen to me. Now I was certain of the dreams as well. But why? or what?