My Alien Baby

By Rena Marks and A. Blake

♥♥Ivory Bellows fell down a well. Ivory Bellows woke up in hell. Better listen to the big blue giant, zip your lip, and hush. Better not stare at his son who makes you blush.♥♥
Imagine if you were a giant, fifteen-foot alien from another planet and found a strange being unconscious in a foreign object...a flying pod. The creature is tiny enough to be a child and you’d have such a big heart, you'd want to adopt this poor orphaned child, right?

Only...what if the full-grown human you found didn't know she was your child? What if she thought she was your dinner instead?

Disclaimer: This story contains sensitive issues that may be offensive to some. Please be advised that it is in no way intended to be offensive but the authors instead hope it makes us all realize how often we judge people based on culture without understanding that being different doesn’t meant defective. That being said, this is a rom-com! You're supposed to choke, snort, bark, and laugh out loud! Live, laugh, and let live!

Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rena Marks
• Release date: Mar 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463393703

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My Alien Baby

THE LOST AND FOUND SERIES

Written by: Renee Marks & Written by A. Blake

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Cover design by: A. Blake

Disclaimer:

This story contains sensitive issues with race/gender/mental references that may be offensive to some. Please be advised that it is in no way intended to be offensive, but the authors instead hope it makes us all realize how often we judge people based on culture without understanding that being different doesn’t meant defective.

MY ALIEN BABY

The Lost and Found Series

Rena Marks, A. Blake

Ivory Bellows fell down a well. Ivory Bellows woke up in hell. Better listen to the big blue giant, zip your lip, and hush. Better not stare at his son who makes you blush.

Imagine if you were a giant, fifteen—foot alien from another planet and found a strange being unconscious in a foreign object…a flying pod. The creature is tiny enough to be a child and you’d have such a big heart, you’d want to adopt this poor orphaned child, right?

Only…what if the full—grown human you found didn’t know she was your child? What if she thought she was your dinner instead?

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Epilogue

Thank you for reading!

Books by Rena Marks

Chapter One

Ivory:

The acrid ammonia smell of urine is faint, but gross. It’s mixed with the salty tang of sweat and the delicate aroma of baby oil. Baby oil I associate with me, because I frequently rub it into my dry skin. It’s hot in the—

Where the hell am I?

There’s a swaying that indicates movement as if I’m being carried. My mind is fuzzy, my legs are dangling and there’s shouting and loud noises everywhere around me. Despite the rest of my body feeling overheated, my legs are cool from whatever cut—out holes they dangle from. A slight breeze licks over my bare feet and thighs and dammit if I don’t need to pee. My bladder hurts as if I haven’t peed in days.

The box I’m in is wicker and I can peer through the woven bamboo. I feel like Toto in the Wizard of Oz, trapped in the basket of the bicycle—peddling witch.

I blink my eyes.

Holy fuck.

What the hell has happened to the world? From the rumbling, growly voices, there are only men—if you can call them that. They’re huge, but then again, everything is huge. The trees seem larger and oddly colored—yellow instead of green. The trunks are blue. But the people—they’re bald with pointy ears. Intricate scrolling tattoos mark their heads and exposed arms, but the only hair that grows is on their chins. Skin in various shades of blue, some darker, some lighter. Something’s wrong with their hands—they’re huge but they don’t have enough fingers.

I shake my head but it just serves to make me dizzy.

Either I’m dreaming or I’m lying drugged in a hospital somewhere, because I have no idea what the hell is going on.

One of the giants raises his arm and the movement of my wicker basket stops. Loud, rumbling voices turn to deep whispers as the world shifts. My basket is being moved, lowered to the strange, spongy—looking ground. Blue soil. The dirt is a strange shade of blue—black.

The lid from the basket lifts and I blink with the sudden flash of instant sunlight that pours inside and blinds me. I can barely make out the faces of the two giants peering in at me, but one looks all gushy as he reaches down and pokes my distended belly.

Pokes my belly.

My mouth hangs open in shock. He just poked me. Like…am I fat enough for consumption? Is that the plan? Am I in a cage like an animal that needs fattening?

And then the other one opens his mouth and snarls. His teeth are triangular like…shark teeth. Sharp and obviously a meat eater. He has a set of canines to rip with.

Grfft. Arphhn. Trrrrasss. Though the words are melodic, the teeth gnash and make the words sound guttural.

This one’s hungry. I know he’s telling his friend I’m the snack.

When his friend licks his lips and reaches down to poke me again, I know they’re contemplating whether I’m tonight’s dinner or if I need another week. With their strange language, I can’t tell if they’re arguing or flirting with each other. And again, I’m baffled as to how I got here.

The last thing I remember is grandpa’s farm.

The second giant licks his lips again and leans down to taste me and I can’t help it. I open my mouth and scream bloody murder because I’m about to be licked by a giant alien.

The first alien shoves a cylinder shaped piece with a ring on the end into my mouth.

My God.

A butt plug. A fucking sexual deviant’s plug for an ass was just inserted in my mouth to shut me up. He glares down at me threateningly, as if to tell me it’s to shut me up. And if I don’t keep quiet when he plugs it in my mouth, he’ll flip me over and reverse it, shoving the thing up my ass instead.

And I know this threat because the giant alien picks me up, flips me over and sniffs my butt. Then he wrinkles his nose and lays me back down in the basket, barks something at his friend and the loud, guttural language scares the shit out of me since this time they’re not whispering.

My heart pounds as I stare back and forth between them. My breath grows shallow as they argue.

A little pee escapes and I groan, unable to hold it in. It trickles like wet fire down my leg.

The alien freaks out, apparently afraid the pee is going to contaminate the tender meat of his dinner. He quickly yanks all the furs out of the basket that are carefully cushioning me, flings them onto the dirty ground and yanks the basket up, jostling me against the smooth but hard edges of bamboo. I grit my teeth, holding the rest of my pee in my bladder as he rushes away to where it’s a bit cooler. I can hear the rushing of water and then it’s cold as he plunges my basket into the creek and shakes it like he’s panning for gold.

The shakes jostle me and then it’s just too much. I relieve the rest of my bladder in the icy river with a heartfelt groan.

I’m blue from the cold water and sore by the time he’s done jostling the basket, having been rattled against the walls a few times. He carries me back over to the other alien, lifts me out of the basket and drops me onto one of the furs that he’d dumped out earlier.

The wet clothing is stripped from me, leaving me as naked as the day I was born. Of course, the clothing isn’t even familiar. It’s white and I want to shriek with humiliation but stupidly I realize I’m still biting the butt plug between my teeth like a goofy loon.

The crazy alien barks something at me again and takes his own shirt off. Oh, God. This is it. He’s stripping down, about to punish me for peeing. For a minute I’m confused, am I dinner or am I their sexual prisoner?

He grabs my ankles and I hold my knees together, refusing to let the pervert open my legs. He doesn’t mind, he just lifts them up, bringing my entire ass up off the furs and inserts his shirt underneath me. Stunned for a second, I relax and he opens my legs. I whoop and close them, but it’s too late. He’s looped the shirt between them and then tugs it up to cover me. His shirt is so large, it actually tucks over my breasts and under my arms.

His friend is busy drying the inside of the basket with the same fur. Then he carefully tucks the other furs around the bamboo again, making a little nest inside.

He pats my head, but it’s with a heavy hand, as if warning me that if I don’t suck on the butt plug, it’ll still be used where it belongs. My butt. My vision sways as he thunks my head.

Then the first alien places me back in the basket and pulls my legs through the holes again. He picks up the basket and reattaches it, looping it over his chest so I’m facing forward, too.

Now that things are calm again, I try to search my memory for how I got here. Last thing I remember was inheriting grandpa’s farm. I’d had it about a week when I was walking along the property line and the ground caved in. Part of the land covered an old mine and apparently that was the part I crashed into. When I woke up shivering on the hard ground, it was dark out, with just a tiny sliver of moon shining through the hole. It illuminated a buggy—like contraption, kind of egg—shaped. A pod. I felt around the hard surface with my hands. To my surprise, a hatch lifted and the thing opened. Inside it was soft and warm. It was literally warm to the touch, like those little hand warmers that automatically heat when the package is torn open. I didn’t know what the hell it was or where it had come from, but the air was growing cold out in the underground cavern and so I climbed inside. I had to physically pull the lid down as the temperature dropped during the night and that was when something happened.

The soft padding of the pod melted into a gel—like substance, dissolving my clothing like acid. How long would it be before it dissolved my skin? Panicking, I had tried to claw my way out, but I never could.

The pod filled with the gel until it covered me.

I remembered nothing else until I woke here, in a basket, with two gigantic alien creatures peering down at me.

Chapter Two

Havak:

I wipe the sweat from my forehead and the side of my face. I have decided to take the long way home before taking the furs I have finished drying out to sell.

This hunting season has been successful; I have trapped twice as much as last season. We will eat well once the cold comes.

I wonder if Urmor will be around when I reach home and what he has made this day. Licking my lips, I think of Urmor and grin, picking up my pace. It will be good to see him. I shake my head, trying to get my lifebeats to slow; he is only but a friend. I also wonder if Iik is with him. The boy seems to like to go off on his own and do his own thing.

Yuns these days.

I look up into the sky and regret taking the long way home.

An odd smell catches my attention and I look around trying to find the source. When I cannot see anything, I follow it with my nose. I take a deep inhale, gag, and grimace.

What is that terrible smell?

I come upon a thing—that is the only way I can describe it. It is not very big and shiny. Broken, by the looks of it. Who would leave something like this around here? I look around to see if there is anyone around that owns this shiny object. I shrug my shoulder. No one is around so I take a step closer.

I look down into the hole and gasp at the sight.

Something moves inside.

Jumping back, I run the way I came, chancing a glance over my shoulder to find no one chasing me and stop. Shaking my head, I keep going. What kind of creature was it? I quicken my pace, putting as much distance as I can between me and the strange thing.

It was so small, and the skin looks so smooth, soft looking. What if I stop? Turning, I squint to look at the shiny, broken thing, which is now a good distance away.

What if it was a yun? That would explain why it is so small.

I pace back and forth, scratching my bald head raw as I wonder what to do. If Iik was here, he would know what to do. Iik, who is no longer a yun anymore. I remember carrying him everywhere. My son has grown into a male I am very proud of. I stand straighter, puffing my chest out. I did a great job with him. I am a natural nurturer. The fates blessed me with a yun such as Iik. Perhaps they are blessing me again.

I nod, satisfied with my decision. It is indeed a yun. I will wait here to see if the yun’s pa’ma and da’ma show up for it.

Around the shiny thing I pace, waiting and watching. I worry as time passes and no one shows. I frown when I have yet to hear the yun make a sound, or climb out of the strange bed it is sleeping in.

What if it is lost? What if someone left it?

I swallow as my chest tightens. I am no stranger at being left and unwanted.

If no one wants the yun, I will have it. I will care for it as if it is my own. I nod. With the decision made, I march toward the sleeping yun in the strange bed.

I undo the sket I use to hold my trading furs in. It is strapped to the front of me. Slipping off the shoulder straps, I lower it to the ground next to me gently, not wanting to scare the yun awake. The poor creature is…ugly, I think, and flush, immediately feeling guilty. It is pink, like a furless roshank. Yet some fur is present. It’s tiny, with extra folds of fat making it rather adorable, now that I study it further. I sit watching it, waiting for it to wake in its bed of goo.

The cool breeze reminds me the sun has moved pass the high middle and is now descending. I frown, wondering why the tiny yun has not wakened yet. Picking up a stick, I gently poke it once, twice, and a third time, afraid it is dead.

When it does not move, I throw the stick aside and pick it up by the arms, holding up its naked body in front of me. When the tiny yun does not wake, I give it a shake, afraid it is dead. It grumbles; an odd, barbaric noise. I jump and fumble, barely catching it by a limb before it hits the ground.

I snap my eyes shut, trying to catch my breath and calm my life beat. I open my eyes to see I still hold it by a limb and gape at five nubs growing out of the pad of what I presume is its foot. Bringing it closer, I look at the nubs, poking, pulling, and wiggling each one.

What in the ever—loving creator are they used for? Why are they so small?

I touch each one and gasp at how they flex forward and backward. Five tiny nubs. I look down at my own feet and realize I have held the thing upside down and scramble trying to right it, almost dropping it again.

I decide to sit down and inspect it in case I find any more surprises.

I frown at how light it is, barely weighing more than Iik when he was two scores. So small, soft skinned, and has fur above its eyes, on its head and between its little legs.

I frown—anything remotely close looking to this yun on my lap is the Tlox who comes from the outer rim of the wetlands. It would have to be their yun. Though they have furs on their chest and not their head. Maybe it is a runt. An oddity. Another reason it is so small and starved looking.

Though to bring a yun this far into drylands would mean death. No wetlanders would dare.

I take in every detail and know in both lifebeats, this yun is not a Tlox. I nod, trusting both lifebeats because they have never steered me wrong.

I have mishandled this yun and only once did it make a noise. It is strong and brave, just like my people, the Raza.

I reach down to touch under its neck and find that it is not hot, warm, but not hot. Yes, I firmly believe this yun is like a Raza’s yun.

How long have you been out here, tiny yun? I place my hand onto its chest and jerk it away.

I lift it and lean into it so my ear is on its chest.

I jerk my head back, gaping at it. Staring at the spot where a life beat should not be. Panic swells in my chest and I scan the tiny yun to see if there any wounds that might have stopped the second life beat. When I do not see any, I put my ear back onto the yun’s chest.

Tu—tum, tu—tum, tu—tum.

I jerk back, shaking my head. Why is its life beat in the wrong area and where is the second one?

If it was not for a second life beat, Iik would be with our ancestors. This tiny yun would not survive if it ever got lost. I shake my head at remembering what I had to go through with Iik. This yun is nothing like Iik. I roll my eyes skyward and wonder if the spark will strike me down now, for I foresee only troubled future for this one. Why must my warrior lifebeats go through these challenges? I look down at the poor yun and know I cannot walk away, that this little yun is meant to be in my life. I feel it in both my lifebeats.

I look to the sky and hope the spirits guide me in raising the little runt of unknown origin.

Huffing out a breath, I shrug. What can I do? The fates have blessed me with a tiny yun that will take me and Iik to raise.

I wonder if I can figure out what kind of yun it is. Slowly I bring my hands toward its mouth, use my two fingers to open its lips and peer inside. This yun is not from here. Nothing here has teeth like it. Flat and smooth, how can it rip anything? I frown and look around, trying to remember what animal or fruit has soft skin that these small pathetic blunt teeth can tear into. I huff, nothing comes to mind.

I groan. This is not good. Iik had teeth sharper than a baby Morda, the felines that hunt at night around the drylands. Blessings for the thick skin we have, for Iik could not bite through mine or Urmor’s skin when he was in the biting stage.

I snicker, remembering the moment Iik’s teeth grew. His mouth was on everything. The pain and itch of it breaking through his gums had both Urmor and me running around like dits trying to find something that would not break Iik’s teeth and would not break in Iik’s mouth.

Poor little yun. I promise to protect and care for you. I oath it. I rub along its teeth making sure I was not mistaken. I sigh dramatically when I do not find one sharp tooth among the set. Poor thing.

It is no wonder it was left to die. If it ever got lost, like Iik did every time I turned around,