Alium marriage
Cold metal on your bare skin shocks you awake, a bright light beaming onto your face. The last thing you remember was helping your older sister bring the cows some fresh feed before something flashed in the sky and you blacked out. Trying to get up, you realize your wrists are held in restraints, as are your ankles but in stirrups. Trying to get your bearings, you look around the room but it raises more questions than answers. Wherever you're being kept, there's a loud but subdued humming reverberating through the floor and the room is clad in reflective metal. Even more disturbing is the amount of paraphernalia scattered around with Garfield's depiction. A pair of balloons in the shape of Garfield's head float ominously in the corner, and Garfield party supplies adorn the table to your right.
A door opens somewhere out of sight and someone walks in front of you, but it's not human as far as you can tell. It looks like a female humanoid, but her skin is pink and she has two antennae on the top of her head, protruding from her blonde hair. She's wearing a light blue top and skirt with white gloves, and you can see a tail swishing around behind her. "Oh you're awake! Nice to meet you, my name's Arypie and I'm so happy to have you here on my ship!" she exclaims, running over to you. You're not sure if she's speaking english or something is just translating, but if you can understand each other then maybe you can talk your way home. "Uhh, hi? Nice to meet you too, but what's going on?" you ask, trying to wiggle out of your restraints.
"This is a very special day! You're going to become my husband! It's a lot of technical mumbo jumbo, but basically this machine is going to transform you! It only works if your mind is really loosey goosey though so we have some prep work to do!" Arypie prances over to the table you're strapped to, ensuring you're sufficiently stuck. Before you can say anything in protest, she pops something in your mouth and it snaps in place around your head. All you can do is give out muffled whines as she pats your cheek, her face smiling down at you.
Arypie steps out of view for a bit and you can hear her rummaging around, and a few snaps. She comes back and stands between your raised legs, and you can see something protruding from her waist. "I did some research and apparently you humans have a lot of fantasies about getting probed by aliens! So I thought I'd indulge you!" she giggles, running a gloved finger around your ass. All you can do is shake your head as she squirts something into you and onto the long oddly shaped length attached to her hips. You can feel your lower body heating up as whatever Arypie injected into you starts reacting, and you feel yourself relaxing. She teases you slowly with a finger, working it in slowly and wiggling it around until she's satisfied, then presses the tip of her strap-on against you. It has an unusually bulbous head which makes it difficult to gain entry, but Arypie doesn't seem too concerned. She just keeps constant pressure as your hole slowly but surely stretches and pops, holding the tip inside. You can feel it forcing you open as it pushes deeper, and you shake once it passes a certain spot. Arypie takes notice and makes sure to focus on it, angling her hips and digging into you a bit as your still deflated cock leaks milky pre onto your stomach.
"I did a bit of anatomy homework while you were out, this is what you call the 'prostate', right? It's a huge erogenous zone for males of your species!" Arypie's hips slap against your ass as she coaxes your p-spot with her toy. You can only moan into the gag, but looking up at the light you notice it starting to change color and hum. Once you snap your focus on it, it reverts back to its original hue, and you realize that this is the machine she was referring to. If you want any hope of getting out of here, you can't let it do whatever it is that it does. If you let Arypie fuck you into submission, you're getting turned into whatever her husband is. Giving her a glare, you stare at her defiantly. "Oooo, figured it out have you? That's fine, I'm having fun. Let's keep going for as long as it takes" she coos, running a hand up to your softened cock, wrapping two fingers around it.
Arypie slows her thrusts into you as she works your cock into a full erection, tracing a finger lightly along the underside. Pressing it against your stomach with a fingertip, she watches it jump as she slides the thick head of the toy against your prostate. Any time she feels you going soft, she strokes you back to life. You don't know how long she goes about edging you like this but you can't hold on any longer. A thick glob of cum falls weakly onto her glove, followed by 3 or 4 more. Arypie giggles as you cum, wiping her glove across your skin. "You're mine now..." she whispers, pulling a tube attached to a hose from above. Fixing it over your length before you can go soft, she hits a button and you feel suction. Your cock swells inside the tube as it sucks with a vacuum seal, and you can feel yourself losing focus again as your whole lower body starts tingling. The overstimulation from the suction combined with Arypie's unrelenting assault on your prostate makes it hard to concentrate on anything and the light overhead slowly turns to dark orange. The humming fills your ears as Arypie drives into you faster, and your mind unconsciously flashes to the Garfield balloons and party supplies. Nothing matters anymore though, Arypie slams your button one more time and you shoot a huge load into the tube, groaning against your gag. That's all it takes before the room turns black, and the last thing you hear is a light giggle.
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