The Dark Horse: Box Set

By Annie Oakfield

The complete set of The Dark Horse stories:

Half-Breed, Alien Laid Bare, Alien Exposed and Alien Stripped

Every day, the Earth moves for her . . .

Aurora Silverstre, the half-breed child of a Terran diplomat and a leathery female from the TauCetean star system, has a problem. The alien component of her DNA persistently tries to eradicate her human half from existence.

Unless she is vigilant, she will transform into a hairless gray alien, at the risk of her job and the life she has made for herself. Only one thing on Earth will allow her to maintain her chosen form; she must have regular sex with human men or risk being exposed as a TauCetean intruder in a mistrustful America.

When her superior strength allows her to turn the tables on a gang of attackers, Aurora’s abilities quickly become the focus of two Massachusetts detectives. Will they expose her to the public? Or do they have other plans for her unique talents?

READER ADVISORY: If you are easily offended by the idea of a half-alien woman seducing men and having frequent, messy sex with both men and women . . . this might very well change your mind.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Sci-Fi Erotica, Multiple Partners. 85,900 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Oct 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463852941

Annie Oakfield

Annie Oakfield is a keen writer and has been penning naughty stories since the ‘old days.’ Most of her stories were simply erotic fantasies that she shared with only a few close, friends. But with time and years of life experience, Annie now writes stories inspired by her real-life experiences, and drawn from her fantasies.Annie grew up reading fantasy and science fiction and has applied her love of these genres to a new series of erotic short stories.Annie enjoys partying with her friends into the early hours, but she is just as content to relax with a nice hot bath.

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THE DARK HORSE: BOX SET

Annie Oakfield

The complete set of The Dark Horse stories:

Half-Breed, Alien Laid Bare, Alien Exposed and Alien Stripped

Every day, the Earth moves for her . . .

Aurora Silverstre, the half-breed child of a Terran diplomat and a leathery female from the TauCetean star system, has a problem. The alien component of her DNA persistently tries to eradicate her human half from existence.

Unless she is vigilant, she will transform into a hairless gray alien, at the risk of her job and the life she has made for herself. Only one thing on Earth will allow her to maintain her chosen form; she must have regular sex with human men or risk being exposed as a TauCetean intruder in a mistrustful America.

When her superior strength allows her to turn the tables on a gang of attackers, Aurora’s abilities quickly become the focus of two Massachusetts detectives. Will they expose her to the public? Or do they have other plans for her unique talents?

READER ADVISORY: If you are easily offended by the idea of a half-alien woman seducing men and having frequent, messy sex with both men and women . . . this might very well change your mind.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Multiple Partners.  85,900 words.

THE DARK HORSE: BOX SET

ANNIE OAKFIELD

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THE DARK HORSE: BOX SET

Copyright © October 2019 Annie Oakfield

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CHAPTER ONE

The change was close by now. My skin was tightening along my arms, stiffening across my shoulders and tickling my scalp, threatening to push my hair out in clumps. If I didn’t have sex with a guy in the next hour, I’d begin the transformation into a TauCetean, complete with leathery skin and hard ridges along my limbs.

I glanced around the crowded bar. Mostly guys, I was spoiled for choice, immersed in a ‘target-rich environment,’ to quote from one of my favorite classic movies. My butt began to itch, emphasizing my lack of time. If I didn’t want to grow a tail, I’d better hurry the hell up. Strands of blonde hair were already landing on my shoulders, evidence of my alien heritage trying to re-establish itself.

Okay, Aurora, prioritize quickly. I rejected any guy who had a girl with him. It would take too long to persuade them away. Pity, because there were some real lookers tonight. Scratch any guy over sixty. Eww . . . I might be desperate, but I wasn’t that desperate.

Okay, that leaves me with twelve. Three were regulars and they’d be suspicious if I persuaded one of them away for twenty minutes. Not a chance. Four were sitting together and were drunk as skunks on whiskey shots. Has anyone seen a drunk skunk? Maybe. I might check YouTube later and see if . . .

Concentrate, you idiot! Okay, of the remaining five, one was impotent. His friends had implied that much. Two were gay, but still very much inside the closet. That left me with only Max, who I’d used before, and Sven, a blond, blue-eyed hunk with Norwegian parents. If we’d lived in L.A., he might have auditioned for the part of Thor. But this was Massachusetts and he was stuck working with fish. I kept my eye on both guys as I served up another round of beers, dodging around Fraser and Roxy behind the narrow bar.

Two minutes later, Max rose from his seat and headed for the bathroom. Perfect. I’d just handed over the change and was free to move. I called to Roxy over the hubbub.

What’s up, Rory? she yelled back.

I need to take five. Can you keep an eye on?

Sure! She grinned. As long as I get to take ten later! Roxy loved her weed and would need ten minutes to finish off one of her home-rolled joints. I had no problem with that, as long as she was ready to work when she returned. I gave her a thumbs-up and hurried off, hoping to intercept Max as he left the bathroom. I was already counting out the moments from when he’d disappeared inside. Ten seconds to reach the pot, twenty seconds to do his business, ten seconds to adjust himself and head for the sink. I stepped out from behind the bar, squeezed through the jostling crowd and headed along the wall. By now, Max would be washing his hands — at least, I hoped he was the hygienic sort — and would be thinking about which hand dryer to use. I was ten steps from the washroom door, twenty from the rear exit of the bar. I slowed my pace. The dryer would take twenty seconds, perhaps, depending on how eager Max was to return to his friends. I closed in on the bathroom. No-one was paying any attention to me.

Good. Don’t notice me, don’t notice me . . .

I reached the door as it began to open. Max came into view. He stepped past the door. I caught his arm and steered him toward the exit. Bemused, he tried to focus on me, decided I was no threat and allowed me to urge him through the exit and out into the yard behind the bar.

Rory, he managed finally, what are you—

I breathed in his face and he stopped talking. A quiet sigh escaped his lungs and he relaxed against the brickwork. I glanced along the alley to be sure we were alone, something which was a very low risk, but why take any chances? I had perhaps fifteen minutes before the effects of my ‘passion breath’ lost potency, plenty of time to get the dirty deed done. Max would function as a normal guy, although he would remember nothing of our encounter.

Hello again, Max. I slid my arms around my victim’s neck. You did well last week.

. . . thank you, Miss . . . he said in a quiet voice.

So if you’re a good boy, we can both have a little fun and then I’ll get you back to your friends.

. . . es, Miss . . . That was the downside of passion breath. It pretty much switched off the personality. Better than my early attempts which had completely knocked out my targets. Having sex with an unconscious guy was problematic. I’d been experimenting with the breath, trying to fine-tune it a little. The fact that Max was still talking was a testament to those efforts. So, with our brief conversation concluded, I pressed my lips to his. He responded immediately, opening his mouth. Our tongues met, dancing around as they met for the second time in a month. Max’s hands rose to find my waist, then slipped around it. I smiled in the knowledge that my fine-tuning had left his masculine responses intact. I’d managed to have sex with unanimated guys before, but it had been a dull, clinical experience. If I could at least get some enjoyment from my condition, that had to be worth pursuing.

His kisses grew more passionate and he pulled me against him. I could feel the heat of his hardness against my hip. Go, Max! At this rate, he’d be ready within a minute or so. I just needed to get myself wet for him and we could get down to it. I reached down and grasped his erection through his pants, squeezing and releasing. His whole body tensed and he groaned into my mouth. His hands slid down onto my butt. The moment he realized I was wearing a short skirt, he lifted it and began squeezing my cheeks through my French knickers. He grew harder in my hand as I began stroking him. His hands slipped into my underwear and onto my bare cheeks. It was my turn to groan. My breathing quickened, as did my heart. This was going to be hot and dirty. Heat warmed my pussy and I knew the moment I needed was close. Max was rocking his hips, pushing his cock against my hand.

Come on, big guy, I urged. Get it ready for me. He groaned again, nodding against my mouth. You want to put it in me, don’t you?

. . . fuck, yes . . .

You want to slip your cock into my pussy, don’t you?

. . . fuck, yes . . . A trickle of wetness touched my lips. Soon, I knew. Very soon. I tried to guess how long I had left, how long Max would be under my spell, but I’d lost track of time already. Blood was rushing in my ears. My heart was thumping with excitement. It cheered me that sex still hadn’t become a chore, despite having to seek it out nearly twice a week. Max had been a good find, being eager and well-endowed. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The head was slick with pre-cum, which I spread around with my thumb.

Max was tugging at my underwear, pulling it aside to get at my pussy. My short skirt was a boon, allowing him easy access. However, I made a mental note to get hold of some crotchless knickers. I was nicely wet by now, and not having to undress would certainly have speeded things up. As it was, I’d have to manage by pulling the gusset aside. I hoped it wouldn’t chafe Max too much.

Okay, big boy. Give me that cock.

. . . fuck, yes. I want you so much . . .

I stepped to one side, turned Max around by using his cock as a handle, then let him go so I could press both hands against the brickwork. He lifted my skirt, guided his cock between my parted legs and pressed his body against my butt. I reached down and rubbed his erection against my outer lips, which spread willingly. A wonderful tingle infused my body as I tilted my hips toward him, bringing his cock-head against my slick opening. My body thrilled with primal anticipation.

I want you, Max. Give me that lovely cock. He pushed. I cried out. He slid further into me, pulling on my waist as he filled my needy pussy. I tugged my gusset clear of his cock, groaning as he rubbed my sensitive flesh deep inside. I needed this. I really needed this, and not just because Max’s cock would prevent me from transforming. Sure, I’d only been laid four days ago, but my body was humming, eager for extra helpings. Max was just the tonic. He began to thrust, sending delicious waves through my body. My fingers curled, leaving pale scratches in the brickwork. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. I cried out as he plunged deep into me, pinning me against his loins as he went balls-deep.

I barely caught my breath. Fuck, Max! What are you trying to do to me? He was eager for me tonight.

. . . fucking you, Miss, he said. He withdrew and slammed back into me. I grunted as he collided with my butt. He began thrusting hard, knocking the breath from my lungs.

Oh fuck . . . I cried. Oh . . . f–uck . . . yes . . . fuck . . . Oh . . . Max! I had to shift my feet. He was hitting me so hard, I was in danger of falling over. His hands gripped my waist like a vise, pulling me onto his cock. My heart was hammering hard, my breathing in danger of stalling completely. I wheezed, groaned and gasped as he plowed into my pussy, sending waves of unbearable pleasure through my body. My knees wobbled, threatening to go as my orgasm rose. Brick dust hissed onto the ground as I dragged my nails down the wall.

Fuck . . . yes . . . fuck . . . yes, Max grunted. He was close to coming as well. I hoped he would last long enough to let me have mine . . .

I needn’t have worried. It hit me like a train. I threw my head back and howled at the sky as my entire body stiffened. I probably cursed Max for what he was doing to my body, but my squeezing muscles had brought on his climax too. Heat flushed my pelvis and soft liquid nudges told me he was jetting cum deep inside me. That set off an aftershock which made me squeal through gritted teeth. Max pressed himself hard against me as his cock twitched against my quivering flesh, rubbing me deep inside, where few men could reach.

". . . oh, fuuuck . . ." he groaned.

"M–M–Maxxx . . . I wheezed. Shit, man. That was—"

. . . fucking intense . . . he finished, then folded over to lie along my back.

Max?

". . . urrr . . ."

You okay? I asked. When he didn’t answer, I realized he was all used up. One side-effect of my TauCetean ancestry was the effect my pheromones had on the male endocrine system. It stirred them up to crazy levels. Most of them went animal on me, which was good because I needed it hard. Unfortunately, it often burned a guy out, leaving them exhausted afterward. Max would recover in a few minutes, but until then, he would be a limp rag doll. Inconvenient, since his cock was still buried inside me. Still trembling, I wriggled my hips and managed to squeeze him out, then rolled around until his back was against the wall. First things first, I tucked his softening cock, which was still slick, back into his pants and zipped him up carefully. I left my gusset to one side in case any of his semen escaped, although I could hold onto more than most human women. Something in that precious fluid helped maintain my human form. One day I’d finally be able to isolate the ingredient. Whatever it was, it sure beat the injections the doctors had concocted when I’d hit puberty.

Whahappnin? Max groaned. I looked deep into his unfocused eyes.

You all right, buddy? I tapped his cheek with my fingertips. He jerked his head back, bumping it against the wall.

Ouch . . . His head wobbled as he stared at me. Where am I? My fifteen minutes were up, I realized. I’d have to fix this quickly. My passion breath wouldn’t work on him again, not tonight.

You were looking very pale, Max, I said in an over-loud voice. I brought you out her for some fresh air.

Aurora? He blinked at me several times, then pinched the bridge of his nose. Wow. What was that?

One of your buddies spike your drink?

Don’t think so. Don’t think they would. Would they? Those bastards!

When did you last eat?

He frowned. Lunch. I think.

I smiled. Sounds like you need a good meal. I stared deep into his eyes. You’re hungry, I told him softly. The only thing on your mind right now is food.

I am hungry, now you mention it. He glanced along the alley. I could kill for a good meal right now. Mission accomplished, I straightened up as a trickle of fluid leaked onto my thigh. Damn.

There’s three restaurants and six fast-food places on this street. Go get something to eat. He turned to head down the alley. Ah-ah! Don’t forget to tell your buddies. They’ll wonder where you’ve gone.

Sure, sure. I pulled open the rear door so he could go back into the bar. Thanks for taking care of me, Rory. You’re a good pal.

Any time, Max. I brushed brick dust from his shoulders as he stepped inside. Take it easy.

Roxy looked pointedly at her watch as I stepped back behind the bar. Yeah, sure, I’d been more than five minutes, but she forgot all about that when I shooed her out so she could roll a joint. I was straight back into the melee, serving the next customer before I could think. But my encounter with Max had bought me another four days as a human.

CHAPTER TWO

When I showered that morning, my skin was soft and downy once again. Even though I’d turned the transformation back a thousand times, I always felt a deep sense of relief when my body returned to normal, as if I feared it would fail one day. I’d only turned TC three times in my life. The first was shortly after puberty, which freaked my father and saw me whisked off to a Xenobiologist. The change had come over me gradually that time. Of course, we ought to have expected the child of a human male and a TauCetean female to inherit some characteristics from her mother, but after eleven years of looking human, I think my dad had all but forgotten I was only half-human. The TauCetean genome was dangerously aggressive, it turned out. It was their defense mechanism against a billion-year assault of DNA-consuming bacteria.

I’d been born of mixed parentage, but instead of my body sharing a mixture of human and TC characteristics, I’d grown up as a normal human child, until adult hormones had woken the dormant TC genes, triggering an attack response. My DNA had freaked. War had broken out, with my body as a battleground, and my human side had been under attack ever since.

I stepped out of the shower and dried my non-leathery skin, taking not a square inch of it for granted. I even took a moment to pose before the mirror, turning this way and that, to enjoy the sight of my soft, human form before I chided myself for being vain. I loved my body. I suppose if I’d grown up as a hairless, leathery TauCetean, I would have loved that body instead, but I’d no wish to try. Three times in that form had been enough.

Once I’d dressed in soft jammies, I fixed myself a coffee and put in a call to the Terran Embassy. It went to voicemail, as always. I left a short message to tell Dad I loved him and that I was fine, then hung up.

Why did they call it that, anyway? There was nothing to hang, just a virtual button displayed in the air. I idly twirled my finger around it a few times, then swept the air clean. The display vanished. I hoped Dad would call back with news about Mom. The TCs had moved her yet again, sending her out to Luyten Four on some mission. They just wanted her out of the way, and Luyten was plenty of light-years from Tau Ceti. That way, they didn’t have to look at her.

Bastards.

All because she didn’t look the same as they did, she was shoved into a corner, or sent off on a starship. TCs had a very black-and-white way of looking at the world. If a child was born ‘special,’ as my dad called it, they were considered inferior and shunned from TauCetean society. Mom had been born with soft skin, pink instead of gray and was ‘stunted,’ a foot shorter by the time she was an adult. That meant she looked more human than TauCetean. Dad thought she was beautiful and instantly fell in love with her. His diplomatic status allowed him an assistant and he assigned mom as his liaison. The TCs hated the idea, of course, but under the terms of the treaty, they were obliged to recognize her as dad’s representative. Until the Union promoted her to full ambassador, then she was theirs to command. She should never have accepted that position.

I sat down and sipped my coffee, trying to contain my anger. Adrenaline only accelerated the transformation. Back when I’d managed eight days between injections, a series of mishaps had sent my teenage angst over into fury. My breathing spaces had taken a knock that year, falling from eight days to six. Once I’d learned to calm my rages, I discovered I’d permanently lost a day. I needed sex or injections once every seven days. Now, at the age of twenty-one, I was down to less than four days. What sort of state would I be in when I hit twenty-five? Maybe I would have isolated the ‘special’ ingredient by then. I’d been careful to retain some of Max’s semen in a sample bottle. My domestic analyzer wasn’t refined enough to isolate anything special, so it would have to go to Doctor Moser. I hoped he’d find something this time. His insistence that there was nothing to be found was frustrating, but I knew he wasn’t looking in the right place. I could sense something in my body each time I’d had sex, some chemical that soothed my latent TauCetean cells into quiescence.

It’s an after-effect of your orgasm, Moser had insisted. Nothing more.

So why can I only feel it when I have unprotected sex?

Probably because the condom reduces the intensity of your orgasm. Anyway, you shouldn’t be having unprotected sex. Have you thought what would happen if you got pregnant?

I can’t get pregnant, I reminded him. Not unless I want to. And I’m immune to all human diseases, remember? It was true that I’d never had so much as a cold. My father’s early concern over STIs had been groundless. Lab tests on my blood had demonstrated my immune system to be armor-plated, something which had sparked great interest amongst the doctors. I’d been drained of a pint that day. I expect it was still being analyzed somewhere, five years on.

No, pregnancy was mine to control. A gift from Mom. TCs could control their reproductive systems to the Nth degree. I never had periods or cramps and if I wanted an egg to drop, I only needed to flex a muscle. Very useful. However, I’d happily trade all that to be rid of the looming specter of transformation.

My comm beeped and the display queried my desire.

Activate, I said, then rose to see the face of my father, tired, but smiling.

Hello, Turtle, he said.

Hello, Darth. That made him laugh. I’d called him that since I found out that Darth Vader meant ‘dark father.’ He’d responded by calling me a leatherback turtle.

Got your message.

Have you heard from Mom?

In transit to Luyten. Should arrive sometime tomorrow. Some ceremonial waste of time. No need for her there.

At least she’s safe. I’d become accustomed to my father’s truncated manner of speaking. It was a side-effect from having to think in so many alien languages.

Wouldn’t dare hurt her. Far too high profile. Bad PR.

Maybe she’ll send me something tomorrow? I guessed.

Doubt it, Turtle. High security at the ceremony. No traffic, no comms until it’s done.

Aw. Maybe afterward?

He shrugged sadly. I’d like to think she’d make time for you. Not heard from her?

It’s been a few weeks. I missed my mom. Even though I hadn’t seen her since I was sixteen, we tried to stay in touch via hypercom. TauCeteans weren’t big on cuddling, so I didn’t miss the physical side of our relationship. But I valued her advice on my TC / human biology. Maybe she could pull a few strings and have some semen analyzed for me. She had occasion to work with human males. One waft of her breath and they’d give up a sample willingly. From the tone of our ‘girly’ conversations, I realized she got a buzz from doing stuff like that. It gave her a sense of power.

And how are you doing, Turtle?

Fine, fine.

Still my little girl? His casual question disguised his deep concern for me. I framed my face with my hands and gave him my best cheerleader smile.

No, really. He frowned. Any problems?

I had a close one today, Dad.

He leaned closer. How close?

Dry skin, pinching along the ridge-lines. I bent my arm to show him my elbow. A faint white track was still visible, although it would be gone by morning, thanks to Max.

Still four days?

Less. Probably by two hours.

He sagged. Need me to call Moser?

I don’t know if he can do much. I got another sample from my donor, but Moser thinks I’m imagining things.

I believe you, Turtle. But we have to find you a solution. I’ll try to dig up a better Zebo for you. Pull some strings.

Moser is supposed to be the best Xenobiologist on the planet. Do you suppose Mom might be able to help?

Dad shrugged. TCs might pick up on something we consider insignificant. Can’t hurt to let their Zebos try.

I’ll try to get a message to her, I said.

Let me. He smiled. I’ll enjoy asking her.

Thanks, Dad.

Have to go. He smiled tightly. Be strong.

I’m twice as strong as you.

You know what I mean.

I do. And I will. I raised my hand. Bye, Dad. He