Alien Desires

By Alana Church

The Artemis was the first manned space mission to Saturn. But on a routine EVA, astronaut Julia Garcia is infected by a strange alien virus. Now her body is changing in wonderful ways, and she can't wait to share her new body parts with her sexy shipmates. Because Julia and the rest of the crew now have some very "Alien Desires!"

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“God, you’re so beautiful,” a voice murmured, almost in her ear, and she spun, her eyes widening.

Julia stood only a step away. She had gathered up a large dollop of liquid soap, and was lathering her newly-enlarged breasts, her movements slow and languid. Through the white suds, Alex could see the tense buds of her nipples. The effect was both lewd and incredibly arousing.

“I’m not,” she said. “And I don’t know why you keep saying it.” Astronauts were chosen for skill, not attractiveness. And Alex was long past her own teenage years. Her face was pleasant, but not spectacular, and her body, as she passed into middle age, was downright dumpy. Three children had left stretch-marks on her stomach, and despite the joys of a low-gee life, her breasts were more than a bit saggy.

“You are.” Julia’s hands continued to knead her breasts. Her voice was low, throaty, as if she were in a dream. “I don’t know why I never noticed before. You’re all so beautiful.”

Fever’s probably increasing. She might be starting to hallucinate. Kumiko was undeniably attractive, with her skin like antique ivory and her petite physique. But neither the captain or Becky Moreau could be considered more than moderately attractive. And Alex herself was downright plain.

“All right,” she said, trying not to let her worry show. “Let’s get you washed up and back to medbay. I’ve got something I want to look at.”

But instead, Julia gasped, her hands clutching her stomach. Suddenly strengthless, her legs gave way, and she fell to the floor, her back propped against one wall as the hot water sprayed down on her.

“Oh, God,” she ground out, her eyes clenched shut. The muscles of her belly seemed to ripple. “Oh, God, that hurts.” Her face was lined with pain.

“Julia!” Alex fell to her knees beside her, feeling her head. God, the woman was burning up!

Her thoughts were a frantic babble. Get out of the shower. Call for Becky and Kumiko. Notify the captain. Get Julia back into medbay. Test for appendicitis prep for surgery oh Jesus do we have enough anesthetic fuck I haven’t done an appendectomy in eleven years-

Her thoughts sliced off, as quickly as if they had been cut by a knife.

Between Julia’s thighs, some...some thing began to emerge from the folds of her groin. She stared, disbelieving, as a fleshy tube slowly slipped from between Julia’s labia.

This can’t be real. I have to be dreaming. My crewmate is growing a wang right in front of me.

To tell the truth, though, Julia’s new...equipment...was subtly different from a normal human penis. As her moans slowly subsided, replaced by deep, regular breathing, Alex bent down, examining it closely. For one thing, it was completely hairless. The skin, a match for the rest of Julia’s body, was soft and smooth as the skin of a newborn. For another, there was no scrotum. Whatever dark miracle had happened to Julia had left her without external testes.

On the top side of the organ was a soft ridge of flesh, which reminded her somewhat of the dorsal fin of a fish. It ran from the tip to the base, which was much wider than that of a typical man. So wide, in fact, that it completely covered the spot where Julia’s labia had been.

“Wow.” The voice sounded loopy, almost drunken. “That’s a hell of a thing.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Apr 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463088487

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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Alien Desires

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 Alana Church

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The Artemis mission grew out of the collapse of the former United States, an event that historians believe marks the start of the period which we now call ‘The Crazy Years.’

In 2026 the State of Alabama elected as governor a charismatic but extremist bible-school dropout named Obadiah Scunner, who seemed determined to repeal the entire twenty-first century, and as much of the twentieth as he could. Obsessed with gay marriage, women’s rights, the role of religion in an increasingly secular society, and what he called the ‘mongrelization of the races,’ he declared Alabama an independent republic shortly after taking office, and in so doing, set off the Second American Civil War.

The states of Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Tennessee soon followed. The federal government, rotted from within by decades of partisan bickering and gridlock, beset by external forces intent on its destruction, was unable to respond in a coherent fashion, and in fact nearly collapsed. Sensing weakness, Alaska, which had long chafed under federal authority, also declared itself independent, while the liberal west coast states of California, Oregon, Hawaii and Washington split off as the Republic of the Pacific. It seemed that the great American experiment had finally died, poisoned by its enemies and helpless to defend itself.

Two years later, in 2028, the tottering remainder of the country elected as president a young, intelligent man from Duluth, Minnesota, who had previously served three terms in the United States House of Representatives. President Steven Johnson, with the help of the military, which had stayed loyal throughout the entire crisis, crushed the rebellion of the southern states in less than six months. Fat militia members with dreams of martial glory found that their jealously hoarded firearms and looted federal arsenals were no match for armored tanks, artillery, or modern fighter planes. Cowed by the ferocity of President Johnson’s reaction, Alaska appealed for readmittance to the union, as did the Republic of the Pacific.

At the Third Constitutional Convention, held in 2035, President Johnson, with the overwhelming support of the American people, invited the Republic of Mexico and the nation of Canada to join America in a new nation. The North American Federation came into being on March 25, 2039, after three simultaneous referenda were passed by the United States, Mexico, and Canada. A new, huge, optimistic nation, with incredible natural resources and a long history of friendship, the initial birthing pains of the NAF were easily overcome.

And when incontrovertible proof surfaced that Russia was seeking to undermine the new democracy through misinformation, covert ops, and cyberwarfare, much as it had done a decade before, its fury could not be contained. Prime Minister Wheaton asked for and received a Declaration of Wat on October 6, 2041. Volunteers came forward by the thousands, eager to avenge years of Russian meddling. The other nations of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, which had watched helplessly as America staggered towards collapse, followed as well. The brute force of the Russian Army was no match for the overwhelming technology of the west. The oligarchs of Russia were forced to surrender and sue for peace.

With Russia defeated, China sitting out the conflict, and other major nations, such as India, Brazil, Indonesia, and Japan either neutral or firm allies of the NAF, the world was able to turn its eyes once again to the stars. Resources which had been spent on the military were given civilian applications. By 2049, the moon had been reached and colonized. With a low-gravity base in place, exploration of the other planets rapidly followed. Mars was visited in the 2050’s, and humans orbited (but did not land on) Venus and Mercury in the following years.

Following the successful orbit and exploration of Jupiter and the Galilean moons of Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto in the Jovian Missions of 2063-2066, the next logical step was Saturn. The ringed jewel of the solar system had been beckoning mankind for centuries. And on April 3, 2073, the Artemis broke lunar orbit, heading farther and deeper into space than any humans had ever gone before…

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Crew of the North American Space Agency ship Artemis:

Captain: Helen Sandusky

Julia Garcia: Engineering, EVA, electronics

Dr. Alexandra McCoy: Medical, communications

Kumiko Akira: Computers, navigation, piloting

Rebecca Moreau: Astrocartography, geology

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Oh, Becky! Fuck me harder, you incredible fucking slut!

Julia Garcia sighed, putting down her handreader. For a moment she considered thumping her fist against the bulkhead in an effort to get her crewmates to quiet down, but decided against it.

All I’d get is a bruised hand. When Becky and Kumiko are screwing, it would take a hull breach to get their attention. Especially when Becky is using the strap-on.

And who could blame them, anyway, for making their own fun? The Artemis was a lovely ship, the largest moving object ever constructed by mankind and a miracle of human technology, but when you were young, horny, and in love, any time you had to yourself was something to be enjoyed. Almost all of their waking hours were spent making sure the mission to Saturn was a success, whether that be conducting experiments, doing maintenance on the Artemis itself, sending the daily updates to mission control in Houston, or simply observing the ringed giant and its moons. No matter how many unmanned probes were sent out into space, the scientists back home still valued human minds over computers, and wanted to know what the women of the Artemis saw with their own two eyes.

Still, she thought, it would be nice if I was on the receiving end of a good, old-fashioned fucking for a change, instead of being an unwilling voyeur. She looked at the picture of her boyfriend, taped to the wall of her cabin, and her eyes blurred with tears. Julia hadn’t seen him since the day before the mission started, when she had said goodbye to him at the airlock on Luna base. He had hugged her, his strong arms tight around her body, and kissed her goodbye.

That was eighteen months ago. For a while, they had been able to cybersex with each other, engaging in mutual masturbation over a video link while exchanging whispered words of desire. But as the Artemis plunged deeper and deeper into the void, even that became impossible. Their communications gear was the best humanity had to offer, but it couldn’t escape the merciless laws of physics. Communication was limited by one of physics’ most intractable, most inconvenient laws. The speed of light was finite. They were over seventy light-minutes apart, and even something as simple as a conversation was completely out of the question. Video messages, sent with the rest of their updates from NASA, were the best they could do until they were on the return trip home.

Looks like it’s you and me again, she muttered, looking up at her vibrator, which was fastened to the wall over her head, held in place by a tiny patch of velcro. For the first few months of the mission, she had kept it stowed invisibly away, somewhat embarrassed to have proof of her body’s needs left out on the open. But now, when masturbation was becoming more and more a physical need, rather than a way to pass an idle half-hour, she kept it within reach. She had long since passed the point where she cared what her crewmates thought.

Not that Becky or Kumiko would have been at all unwilling, if she had invited herself into their cabin for some playtime, she thought with a rueful smile. Both of them had hinted more than once that she would be welcome, if she wanted to join. And the psychologists who had studied their profiles and who had ultimately decided whether they would be able to live together for over three years without murdering each other had made sure