Thread: Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

Amelia nodded at the Alpha's deduction regarding her role. That was accurate, more or less. She was certainly the one in charge of the whopping three person crew she had left. Just thinking about that crash landing made her want to cry, and again, she was grateful that she had plenty of training to help her. At least the conversation moved along, if to something that was at the very least incredibly awkward to discuss. Amelia opened her mouth to explain, only to have the Beta do so instead. She watched him curiously as he offered a remarkably accurate explanation of the whole intermingling. Clearly they'd received information about the human population from somewhere, which would have been nice to have been informed about. Amelia didn't recognize the word Holsta however, and their repeating it didn't do much to clarify. As near as she could tell, it was the female of their species, and apparently had the same traits that the praying mantis did back home, which would explain why they were so interested in human mating capabilities. Then the Alpha squeezed Amelia's breast, and she hissed, stiffening. It didn't take much to realize precisely where they were going at this point. Wait, you can't-- she began, pausing as the Beta came forward. Now she struggled against her bindings, though of course she did little to nothing against the stone. You can't just mate with us! she protested again. She tried to pull away, her muscles protesting against the effort. Wait, what are you-- She stopped as he began shredding the spacesuit. It proved slightly resistant to the claw, but the tight fabric had already been damaged in the crash, and had never really been designed to resist direct contact. Amelia breathed deeply and slowly as her pale, slightly freckled body was bared to the aliens. Her large breasts bounded free of the confining fabric, two impressive orbs of some heft. She felt cold air touching most of her frontal region, all the way down to her neatly trimmed sex. Like most of the space travelers, Amelia had to trim her pubic hair. In her case, that meant a narrow strip of carefully trimmed dark auburn just above her tight nether lips. I repeat, she began, irritation leaking into her voice despite her efforts, I'm a representative of the Earth government. Things could go badly if you don't treat us with respect. Please, we're only here to explore and establish a relationship between our species... Looks like the creepy aliens found a wedding ring now, drawled Pat, looking over and watching. Kelli looked up from her concentration, paying more careful attention to what was said. They think it's a weapon, explained Kelli. Both the woman nearly laughed at that. Moments later, they were jumping in surprise as a recording of an old Earth program began speaking from the staff itself. The two women exchanged looks, unable to hide their shock and surprise for a few moments. That explained things to some degree, though Earth certainly did not have the technology displayed in that program. They were close though. Well, since they're going to be nerds, I'm going to work on that lock, said Pat, pointing at it. She moved forward and began poking and prodding the lock, again figuring that doing something, anything, even this rather pointless task, was better than sitting there doing nothing and wondering what was happening to the captain.