Futas From Beyond

By Gregor Daniels

While Tyler and his girlfriend, Milena, are camping in the woods, they experience a frightening close encounter: a strange-looking aircraft buzzes right over their heads. Following the noise, they discover a clearing and a parked silver saucer that's not of this world. Its two occupants are tall, naked, green, and resemble sexy women—apart from what's below their navels.

Velora and Zyrryx are representatives of a highly advanced race. They're on a science mission of exploring the galaxy and its pleasures. Now they've come seeking the pleasure of humans, and they have valuable resources to trade.

The proposition is a galactic one-night stand. Tyler and Milena both agree. But there's a complication: these alien visitors only want women...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Nov 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215404010

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Epilogue

Copyright © 2023 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

1

"This side is the front, Milena argued, snapping the tent right out of my hands and whipping it over. My dad and I went camping all the time back when I was in middle school, Tyler. I know how to set up a tent."

But the directions—

The directions are wrong. Just like everything else nowadays, they’re written in a foreign language and translated into English. We’d have the same success reading them backward.

I took a step back and allowed my girlfriend to demonstrate her camping experience. We had decided to get a new tent; all her other paraphernalia was at her dad’s place, and good-quality nylon tents were pretty inexpensive besides. While she struggled with our future accommodations, I looked around at our surroundings. We weren’t exactly in the middle of nowhere. The highway was about three miles north, and we were closed in by other dirt paths and the Breezy Pines Lodges. We also had exceptionally good cell service—even better than what I got at home.

Still, I wasn’t the outdoors person that my girlfriend was. And as I slapped another mosquito dead on my arm, I couldn’t help but wonder what diseases the bugs out here were carrying.

Another blast of bug spray wouldn’t hurt, I thought, pulling the can out of my backpack after just using it fifteen minutes ago.

After another few minutes of no progress with the tent, Milena threw the whole thing on the dirt, huffed, glanced at me, then reached down to pick up the directions. They must make them differently now, she grumbled. Especially the cheaper ones.

Don’t pin this on me, I said. It’s the one you picked out.

Truthfully, I didn’t get camping. What was the attraction here? To get away from society? To discover things about my inner self? What I had discovered already was that I greatly despised having to take a dump behind a tree—where I’d accidentally stepped on an ant colony. I swore I still kept feeling one or two crawling around in my shoes. We didn’t have a television. We didn’t have our mattress. And we also didn’t have the luxury of central heating. It was supposed to be in the fifties tonight, and my skinny body was already starting to shiver underneath my windbreaker.

I supposed I was spoiled.

But as a civilized person in the twenty-first century, I was glad to be spoiled. Who wanted to willingly leave behind all the advancements and comforts of technology?

Just for a few nights, I reminded myself. It was all my girlfriend’s idea. And I’d brought condoms. So at least there was something to look forward to.

As our living accommodations were finally starting to take shape—in other words, the front side had been identified, and the tent had been flipped over because it was inside-out—I heard the noise of an aircraft. It sounded like a jetliner. Which wasn’t uncommon. There was a major airport twenty-five miles from here. But this one was far louder than any I’d heard. The ground was shaking, and the roar of its engines seemed to come from all around us.

It had Milena’s