Alien Hitchhikers

By Greta Bowles

 

 

Description:

 

The aliens we were smuggling got inside me. They took over my sexual chemistry, jammed it into high gear, and are keeping it there. I've never needed sex so much. That leads to some wild times, but when I need a break...how do I get them to stop?

 

Long Description:

 

Is there such a thing as too much sex?

 

My name's Isadora and I'm an interplanetary smuggler. When Bernie and I got talked into ditching a package in a passing sun, we took the job for the money. Of course en route Bernie had to see what was in the package and that's how the hitchhikers got loose. I'm not quite sure what they are, but they slip inside and take you on a wild ride. A pretty wild one. They control the sexual chemistry of the host and they like it to be in high gear-randy and ready-constantly. Having them in control turns ordinary sex into something truly mind blowing. No matter who or what you screw (they don't let you pick and choose and anything is fair game) it's mind-blowingly better than the best sex you've ever had before.

 

The problem is that it isn't them having the sex, and the greedy bastards aren't willing to let a creature take a break.

 

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Anyway, I'd locked in the course and was heading to get a drink when I heard Bernie moaning crazily. That wasn't his style so I stuck my head in the lounge to see what was up. I saw him lying on his back on the couch, stark naked, his cock rock hard and him jerking it for all he was worth. With most males that would be fairly normal, but Bernie's race get aroused precisely every 42 days and then they stayed excited for 42 hours. Clockwork stuff. It's crazy shit, but there you have it. When you see one of the males with a stiffy, you know they all have them. Somehow his entire race is synchronized. On his home planet, when the horn dog clock strikes one, the entire place shuts down for a two day orgy. When it's over it all goes back to a sexless normality for another 42 days. It wasn't like I took that at face value either. Bernie and I made a lot of long trips together and his sexual chemistry made for a wild time when he got excited, but I'd found, to my dismay, that it also meant there was no fucking way I was going to get laid in between times unless we were somewhere with other kinds of creatures. He couldn't respond any other time. And just the week before Bernie had grabbed me when I was coming out of the shower and more or less banged me silly for about 30 of those 42 hours. That meant this little show I was gawking at was totally off the scale for weird.

 

Adding to the mystery was the blue glow that was spreading down his face. Then I remembered the stories of alien hitchhikers. The open box was on the floor. Caleb was trying to get rid of one and Bernie had opened the box. Now a hitchhiker had him.

 

Like most people I'd heard of them, but I'd never encountered them. What I'd heard was chilling, and while Bernie is my friend and I wanted to help him, I turned my ass around and made a dash for the door. I wasn't sure that would do any good, but at the time any distance I could put between me and that creature seemed like a good thing.

 

Hitchhikers feed on sex. They don't have any gender themselves, but there is something about the sexual chemistry and body fluids of creatures that have sex that they can't resist. I don't know the details but the story goes that they permeate the host creature. And Bernie was certainly permeated. I didn't intend to be permeated, at least not without some foreplay.

 

But I didn't make it as far as the door. The box held more than one predator and true to that nature one of them anticipated my dash for freedom. It must've circled behind me. As I ran I felt it touch my ankle and although I didn't know what was happening I knew I didn't like the feel of it. I looked down at my leg and saw blue goo covering it and spreading, as if gelatin was congealing on my leg. It wasn't sexy at all and I tried to shake it off, but it was stuck hard...glued in place. And then, like some aggressive bungee cord, it wrapped around my leg and dissolved into me.

 

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"You fix us up with this crappy cargo and now you want us to do you a favor?" I looked at Caleb, giving him my best what-the-?? glare. He shrugged it off. I think we've done business together too long and the jerk knows me better than I'd like.

 

"Isadora, it's a little one. All I'm asking you to do it jettison a small package, a box for me. You're already hauling my cargo to Arabelle II. Doing this for me just means you approach the nearest sun and shoot the box into it."

 

I snorted, trying to sound derisive. "That isn't a little favor Caleb. It's a big deal. The sun isn't just down the street you know? That task not only adds a lot of distance to the trip, it means that we are visible to tax patrols for at least three extra days. We aren't making diddly squat on this run as it is."

 

"It does increase the risk," Bernie, my partner put in. He sounded far too reasonable for my taste. "And risk should be paid for." When he added that I forgave him. He'd made the right point.

 

"I'll sweeten the pot then," Caleb said, looking tired. "The thing is...an important client asked me to get rid of the box for them. I have no idea why it needs to go in the sun, but it seems important to them. Because I want to curry their favor maybe I can give you a few hundred credits in return for doing this little thing."

 

"More likely they are paying you two or three times what you are offering me to get rid of whatever it is." I was in a bad mood. Smuggling was always a rough business, but the authorities were making it almost impossible for a girl to make a dishonest living. Here I was, an entrepreneur, an employer, and they were trying to put me out of business. What possesses people to act that way? And now Caleb, one of my best customers in terms of both imports and exports, wanted to complicate my life.

 

"Is it radioactive or toxic?" Bernie asked.

 

"Yeah, good question."

 

Caleb shrugged. "I don't know. It isn't emitting anything detectable from the box but I have no intention of trying to find out what's inside. If you are incredibly curious, don't blame me."

 

Reluctantly we took on the additional chore. We needed the money. BEYOND HOPE, our ship, was almost as bad off as her name implied. Repairs, expensive repairs loomed high on the schedule and we didn't have the money to pay for it. Before doing the repairs though, I wanted to make this run and then get laid. I needed the release.

 

 

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