It was the day the world changed forever. No one then yet realized the full implications of The Day, and where it would lead us. All we knew was that it happened, but no one knew why, not for a long time, anyway. Well, I shouldn’t say no one. Three of us on all of Earth knew what had happened, why it had happened, and who did it.
But this story doesn’t begin on that day: it starts a week earlier.
Early that day, I sat in my anthropology class, while the teacher described the Ama people of Japan, mostly found on the Izu Peninsula. They’re traditional divers, diving up to seventy-five deep without scuba tanks. The women do most of the work, while the men row the boats and fix the nets. They’ve been doing it for about two thousand years, and it really is incredible. Women do the diving because they have more body fat, which keeps them warmer underwater than men. Besides, I think every guy would agree that ice cold water for a couple of hours each day isn’t a pleasant feeling. It’s hard work, but profitable, and Ama women were traditionally considered to be good wives. It was interesting, but I couldn’t pay much attention, for two reasons.
Firstly, the Ama traditionally dive wearing only a loin cloth and a broad, beaming smile. This meant that on the giant projector screen at the front of room were thirty-foot tall topless Japanese girls, fresh from the sea, laughing with their friends, and carrying bags of shellfish, but mostly, so far as I was concerned, being extremely topless. They were strong, happy women, totally free, wild, and proud. The way they grinned as they went about their daily tasks was simply irresistible. It looked like paradise. How could you not love a culture like that? They were practically real life mermaids. Why hadn’t my European forebears promoted athletic, topless, working women? The Spartans left behind the wrong memes, I silently judged.
This is a bit embarrassing to admit, but at the tender age of nineteen, I still hadn’t seen a woman naked. I had seen pictures, of course: hundreds of pictures, usually after dinner in my dorm room with the music turned up and a box of tissues within easy reach. But I had never seen a woman nude in person. I hadn’t even had a real girlfriend, except for one girl back in ninth grade whom I dated for about a month, during which time we held hands and kissed a few times. I could be the poster boy for inexperienced college freshmen.
I guess my primary problem was that I was too shy. I focused a lot on my classes and books, and it paid off in terms of grades, but not socially. I didn’t really like to put myself out there, and I didn’t know how to make new friends. Sometimes it felt like I was just stumbling my way through society. I wasn’t much into parties, either. I made friends in classes and in my dorm and in some clubs easily enough, but I could barely work up the nerve to talk to a girl on whom I had a crush. Whenever I thought about asking her out, frightening and illogical scenarios ran through my mind. Would she laugh? Would she be disgusted? Would she terminate our friendship immediately and move to Easter Island in order to ensure the greatest possible distance between us? Probably not that last one, but one could never be too safe…
It certainly didn’t help that with my lack of experience, an over-abundance of enthusiasm walked hand-in-hand, courtesy of my dick. I hoped that with age and experience my cock would lose a bit of its over-eagerness. As it was, I couldn’t even hug a girl without my manhood hardening, pressing against her soft body, enthusiastically announcing its presence to her, like an attention-starved diva. I wondered whether anyone could tell. Most of my female friends really enjoyed hugging me. Katie even said that I gave the best hugs out of all the guys she knew and called me a real teddy bear. So if they noticed, they didn’t seem to mind, at least. But girls don’t date teddy bears.
I looked down at my notebook, tearing my eyes away from a perfect pair of petite breasts long enough to take down a note or two. The margins of my anthropology notebook were covered in doodles: a UFO, breasts, maps, and a heart with a single word inside of it: Esther. I sighed deeply and subtly sneaked a peek at the second reason why I found myself unable to concentrate that day.
Her name was Esther Zhang. I had sat next to her the first day of class and had barely squeaked out a hello. She had smiled back, introduced herself, and my heart melted. She wasn’t sexy in that typical Jessica Rabbit style. She didn’t have ruby red lips or tits of epic proportions or legs up to her neck. She was cute. She was beautiful. She was quiet and shy and maybe a little bit mousy and bookish, but heck, so was I.
I’d be the first to admit that I didn’t know enough about her, but the edges of her personality that I had slowly exposed through conversing with her during class indicated that she was my dream girl. She loved chess and Diplomacy. She cooked often, and adored trying new foods and cuisines and recipes. And the way she talked about different cultures with such passion, with such a strong desire to learn more about other peoples…it was contagious and intoxicating all at the same time. After listening to her expound on a topic, I’d usually take note of it, and check out a book from the library on it the next chance I got, so that I could keep up.
Whenever she looked at me with her large, crescent, dark brown eyes, I felt my whole body warm up. They were full of depth and affection; I could stare into them all day. Her face was rounded, but not plump. Her pink lips were short and full, and I often wondered how their warm softness would feel against me. When she smiled, it was breathtaking, her eyes lighting up with her beaming smile. More often, though, her expression was serious or thoughtful. But she always flashed a lovely smile when she saw me, to my delight, even if I did worry about needing a defibrillator every time she did so. Her black hair, usually worn in a ponytail, went down past her shoulders, with long bangs covering her forehead.
Her skin was the color of freshly cut white peaches, ready to be devoured. The one time I had accidentally brushed my hand against hers, it had felt as soft and smooth as silk. Her hair always had a faint scent of flowers, never enough to be overpowering, or even explicit, but just a lovely background note that you wouldn’t notice until it left or you were listening for it. She was tall, too, only about an inch shorter than me, with a willowy build.
As I gazed at her face, focused intently on the PowerPoint presentation at the front of the room, I could feel the butterflies swarming in my stomach, a tiny tempest in my tummy. I wished I were bolder. I wished I could get her to notice me as more than a classmate. I would consider us acquaintances, maybe even friends, on a good day, but I wanted more. I could only hope that she wanted the same.
Right before the end of the class, Professor Woodbury reminded us of our assignment due in two weeks: a paper examining one of the cultures we had studied so far in the course. Looking at the front of the classroom, at half a dozen topless beauties on the beach, I knew right away what my topic would be.
After dinner, with my schedule free for the rest of the night, I went to the library and checked out some books on the Ama to begin my research. I always went down to the very lowest levels of the stacks to read. It wasn’t very popular, it was comfortably cool, and I was surrounded by the classical literature section, if I ever needed a study break, although I didn’t foresee needing much of a break tonight. When a man grows tired of beautiful nudes, what else is there for him in life? With a stack of books, a notebook, a pen, and a bottle of Reed’s ginger beer, I sat down to work.
The hours passed as I absorbed book after book and article after article. No less a figure than Ian Fleming, the creator of James Bond, had been intrigued by the Ama, I found out. He included them in You Only Live Twice, and James Bond stays with them while planning his assault on Blofeld’s castle. I made a mental note to read that book after classes let out for the summer.
By the end of the night, I felt almost ready to start writing. I liked my topic, I had enough material to fill the seven page requirement, and I had a nice outline already set up. I picked up the last book I had checked out and opened it up. It was a lot larger than the other books. Each page was about a square foot. I opened it, and my eyes went wide.
It hadn’t even occurred to me that it would be a photo book. Page after glossy page of pictures lay before me, with only the scrawniest paragraphs of context to mar my eyes’ new playground. I savored every page, almost drooling. Soon, secure in the knowledge that almost no one came down to the bottom stacks, I began to stroke myself through my pants. I used my spare hand to flip through the pages as I digested the pictures.
A beautiful Asian woman, wearing only a cyclopean diving mask, cowering behind a rock. Her breasts were full, yet firm. Her wet, black hair clung to her back. Her impressively tight and thick ass, just barely visible, her large eyes looking up in hope or fear towards someone unseen.
Two young women, smiling broadly, sitting on the coast, their bodies covered with dark sand. They wore shorts, bandanas, and nothing else. Their petite breasts were bare, pointing proudly towards the camera, their brown nipples easily visible even under the sand. The two girls were ecstatic, joyous, almost childishly cheerful. They looked like two girls playing, and I suppose they were. It was incredibly sexy to see nude women so happy, so natural, so candid.
A woman underwater, surrounded by undersea weeds and flowers, her backside towards the camera. Her modesty was protected only by a fundoshi, a loincloth almost like a thong, leaving both of her beautiful, muscled cheeks exposed. In her belt was a long blade, used to cut abalone from the rocks.
A few tanned beauties, reveling together on the beach, a bonfire at their center for warmth. All of them smiling, beaming at the camera, just so happy to be alive and healthy and naked. They looked so free and innocent and candid, enjoying themselves immensely. Their breasts and backsides were all on display. Not a stitch of clothing remained on any of them.
I stroked myself furiously. My hand raced back and forth across my engorged, swollen cock. The pleasure was building further and further. It strained against the thin fabric of my khakis, eager to be released. My shaft throbbed. I was so close…
I stopped. I panted heavily, alone. My cock twinged, angry at being denied relief. But I couldn’t cum, not in public. …Could I? I was alone. No one else was here, after all. I stood up and made a quick circuit around the room to confirm my solitude, walking as casually as I could with my dick trying to tear its way through my pants. I sat back down and slowly unzipped my fly, releasing my manhood from its confines. With the book open in front of me to a particularly lovely photograph of a topless Ama woman, I spit onto my palm and slowly began to caress my shaft, squeezing and tugging, twisting my wrist as I reached my thick, red head, my body quivering from the twin pleasures of the danger of being caught and my hand stroking my cock. My heart pounded. My chest was hot. My teeth tingled. I had never done something so brazen, so exhibitionist before. The sense of danger brought me that much greater ecstasy. I teased myself, trying to delay my orgasm as much as I could. I was already close, but I didn’t want to finish too quickly. I wanted to savor it, enjoy it, revel in it for as long as I could. I brought myself as close as I could, then stopped, panting, waiting for the pressure to abate enough that I could start the cycle again, each time denying myself a taste of paradise, carefully cultivating something greater growing within myself.
My shaft pulsated in my grip. Precum leaked from my manhood. I couldn’t take the torture anymore. I decided to surrender. Using one hand to hold my shaft steady, I gripped tighter, rubbing my cock with short, quick motions, focusing on my head and the underside of my shaft where I was most sensitive. I was close…oh god, I was so close…
The door clicked. I froze. Shit, someone was here… I panicked; I couldn’t stuff my engorged member back into my pants; I could hear their footsteps getting closer and closer. Damn, what would happen if I got caught masturbating in the library? Would I be expelled? Imprisoned? Everyone would find out. I’d be the laughingstock of the university. Shit, shit, fucking shit, why wouldn’t it go in oh god the footsteps were getting closer what to do what to do?! I did the only thing I could: I grabbed the book and covered my lap with it, just in time to look up into Esther’s surprised visage.
“Oh, Michael!” she said, holding her hand over her heart. “You startled me. Usually this place is empty. What’s up?”
“Not much, just reading. How are you?” I said, trying desperately to keep my voice from cracking. Here was my crush, a foot away from me, and I was sitting here with my cock out, covered only by a book, ready to explode the next time someone so much as grazed against it.
“Awesome! I just aced a prelim, so I’m in a great mood. That exam didn’t stand a chance against me,” she boasted, punching the air twice before finishing up with an uppercut. “I was just coming down here to grab some books for my History of Rome class and–” Her eyes landed on my lap. “Oh, so you’re the one who grabbed all the Ama books, huh? I was looking for those, ya know. Now there’s just this giant lonely gap on the bookshelf.” She leaned over me, her petite chest almost in my face, as she read the other titles I had stacked on the desk. I could smell her floral perfume, gently caressing my senses, lifting me up towards heaven. “Wow, look at all these… So I guess they’re gonna be your paper topic, huh?”
“Yeah, they seemed really interesting to me,” I said. For completely innocent reasons, I tried to telepathically broadcast into her head. Don’t think I’m a pervert, don’t think I’m a pervert, don’t think I’m a pervert… “It’s always intriguing to come across a society that’s just so different from what we’re used to. It’s the same reason why I find the Spartans so fascinating.”
“Me too! It’s cool learning about a matriarchal society, especially one that’s not hung-up about nudity or anything. Sometimes I wish society were more open about it, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes inches from mine, her beautiful rose lips in a seraphic smile. “Literally every single person sees themselves naked. We all know that nothing bad happens from seeing nudity. But we all have to pretend that if you see a breast or a penis, you’ll be traumatized for life. It’s like reading Psychopathia Sexualis and learning that people really thought that masturbation would just ruin your body and mind. Didn’t anyone speak up and say, ‘Well, actually, I do it every day and I’m fine?’”
My cock spasmed beneath the book, begging me to let it cum. “Um, well, I mean…” Was she for real? This quiet, mousy girl wished she could be naked more freely? Was this a dream? No way, I didn’t even dare dream such ideal fantasy worlds. Did she know the effect she was having on me right now? I hoped she didn’t. What would she think if she knew how aroused I was right now, how turned-on I was from her innocent speech?
I took a deep breath, trying to reassert my brain’s control over my dick. I could feel sweat dewing upon my forehead. “Well, there’s a lot to think about… I do think our society is too anti-nudity, though. I think that’s one reason why I always love studying other cultures. I mean, if you only stay in your own culture, it can be hard to tell what’s universally true and what’s just the result of growing up inside your culture. If you really want to expand your mind, you need to interact with other cultures. It’s like when Xerxes wanted to invade Greece, and one of his advisors played Devil’s Advocate, because if you only hear one piece of advice, you have no choice but to follow it, but if you hear two, you can choose which is better. Life is like that. If you only live in one culture, you don’t know what’s good and what sucks. You need to experience something else before you can pick and choose what’s best.”
“I totally agree. That’s one thing I like about ancient cultures. In a lot of ways, they’re close to us, but in others, it’s just totally…well, alien. It’s incredible seeing all the ways in which we’re similar and different.” She reached her hand tentatively towards my lap. “Mind if I look at that book for a second?”
“Yes! Um, I mean, I’m just reading it now, and it’s the last book I need to read for my paper. I’ll return it when I’m done, if you want to read it then. But not now. Sorry,” I offered weakly, hoping she wouldn’t think I was some sort of psychotic book possessor, my basement torture chamber full of unfortunate souls who had dared–dared!--to read a book I wasn’t finished with yet.
“Oh, okay…” she said, a little taken aback. “Are you feeling alright, Mike? You look a little hot. Are you sick?” She pushed her bangs out of the way, leaned in, and pressed her forehead to mine. Our faces almost touched. Her eyes, raised upwards, scintillated beautifully. I quickly looked down, averting my eyes in case she looked at me, trying to avoid making an awkward moment even more awkward. Although, short of cumming directly onto her, I wasn’t quite sure how this could get much more awkward for me… “It doesn’t feel like you have a fever… Well, I guess I’ll see you later, then, Mike! Don’t study too late; you should get some rest, just in case. Maybe we can meet up later and talk about the Ama? I could use some help in that class.”
“Yeah, I’d like that. A lot…”
“Cool, see ya then!” she said, walking off with a wave and a smile. I waited to hear the door close behind her before I took the book off my lap. Its back cover glistened slightly with precum. Ugh… I took a tissue out of my backpack and wiped it clean before getting my things together and leaving the library, my cock still buzzing in my boxers. I was going to need a long, cold shower…
I walked outside and started to head towards my dorm when suddenly, I saw it.
It wasn’t anything I could see directly, but it blocked the stars behind it, like a black shadow coming down from the skies. Was it a falling weather balloon? I tried to watch it carefully despite the darkness, until it disappeared behind the trees of Wilder’s Woods. I glanced at my watch: 11 pm. I had time. I decided to go check it out. The woods were dark. At first, I had to stop and clench my eyes shut, waiting for my night-vision to adapt. If it weren’t for the campus’s clock tower, I would have been afraid of getting lost, but its massive height, well-lit faces, and quarter-hourly chimes were a constant reminder of where home was.
It took me about half an hour of stumbling through the woods to find it. It was definitely artificial, and the size of a large house. Its surface was covered with dark greys and greens, and it blended almost seamlessly into the woods around it. I nearly walked into it before I even saw it. It was round and convex, like a giant lens. It stood upon the earth on thin, insectoid legs. The surface was completely smooth. Was this a UFO? It didn’t seem possible, but if it wasn’t, what was it? I walked around it, looking for an opening, running my hands along the outside, feeling for a crack or some way inside the thing.
CRACK!
I stopped. I strained my ears, trying to listen for some hint of what had caused the noise. My heart began to race. Twigs break all the time, right? I bet they get really depressed and commit twig suicide, snapping themselves to death, right? Twig life can’t be all that great: people are always using you to start small fires and you’re compared to tiny dicks. It’s rough.
The back of my neck prickled and my arms erupted in goosebumps. My chest burned and my teeth tingled. I stood still, moving only my eyes, afraid to turn my head for what I might see. I decided to chance it. Better to see what it was now and have a shot at running rather than wait until it tried to eat my brains.
I turned my head, slowly, my heart pounding in my ears. Walking towards me was a slim, tall black being. It was covered in black leather from its neck down to its feet. It wore thick, flat boots, up to its knees, and above that, what resembled a greatcoat. Its hands were concealed by black gloves, and in one hand, it held some sinister weapon. Its head was terrible: enormous, glowing green eyes, no nose or mouth, and a smooth, bone-white skull, except for two moth-like antennae. I was frozen in place as it approached me. It reached out a long, terrible limb towards me, and everything went black.
I blinked my eyes open, trying to clear the blurriness from my vision. I lifted my head and looked around. I was laying upon a flat, soft table in a small, brightly lit, white room. It felt sterile, almost clinical. Where was I? The last few minutes came back into my head. Oh god, was I…was I inside the ship?! I scanned my surroundings for clues.
The room had no doors. The walls were perfectly smooth. The ceiling was low, and a simple, bare white. The floor glowed slightly, illuminating the room. The walls had charts with graphics and words I couldn’t comprehend. Alien alphabets were scrawled next to bizarre images that made my eyes water just by staring at them. I shook my head from side to side. It still felt foggy, like my mind was packed in cotton. I couldn’t think straight. What had that monster, that…that thing, done to me? For all I knew, I was laying upon a cutting board.
“Saluton!” chirped a perky voice from behind me.
I turned around, but no one was there. The room was still empty. “Um, hello?” I replied back tentatively.
“Saluton! Mia nomo estas-“
“I don’t understand you,” I tried to explain, looking around. “Where are you? Do you speak English?”
“Kion? Feko! Oni diris al mi, ke Esperanto estas la internacia lingvo! Hello! Is this better? Can you understand me now?”
“Yes, much.” I looked around for the source of the sound, and settled on a glossy, black box on the wall, about the size and shape of a Nintendo DS. The bottom half was a speaker, while the top half was dominated by a large lens, about three inches across. The lens glowed a ghostly blue. It reminded me of a nuclear reactor: that otherworldly, ethereal Cherenkov radiation. The light was brightest at the center, then decreased in intensity in concentric circles, until the edges were nearly black. “Who are you?”
“I am called Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist,” she boasted. “I have come all the way to your planet on a mission! It is of the-“
“You’re called what?” I asked. “Is that a real name?”
“Yes! It’s a very fine name for an exploration and research vessel!”
“Vessel? Are you…the ship?” I asked, bewildered.
“Yes! And my name is Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist.”
“Okay… Is there anything shorter that people call you? Like a nickname, or something? Maybe, like…Neverforgetty?” I ventured.
“Hmm… Well, I am the 109th ship of my class, so my class-siblings call me 109. Is that easier?”
“One hundred and nine? Yeah, that’ll work. I can remember that, at least. So 109…why am I here? Who was that outside? Are you going to vivisect me? If you are, just tell me. I can take it. Wait, no, don’t…the waiting would kill me. Damn, but I’d rather just have closure and know one way or the other. Tell me if you’re gonna vivisect me. You’re gonna do it, aren’t you?”
“Just wait a few moments. Your questions will be answered soon. I’ve notified the captain that you’re here, and she’ll be arriving…now.”
A crack appeared in the wall, spreading in an arc down the floor. The section of wall outlined melted into the floor. Through the opening strode the figure I had seen outside the ship earlier. It was a little over six feet tall and had removed its greatcoat. Its uniform was decidedly Teutonic, and the same black leather that its coat had been. Its dark boots went up to its knees. What I had thought was a skull must have been a mask, for it had been removed entirely, revealing not only a humanoid face, but a decidedly attractive one, as well.
Its antennae were actually ears, covered in light and fluffy fur, looking almost like the wings of a raptor, but pointed up and forwards. The top half of her ears was vulpine red, almost orange, while the lower half was the color of cream. Her thick, long hair was the same vermilion, tumbling down in waves to her chest. Her almond-shaped eyes were the color of an orange sunset, with a bright yellow ring around her pupils. Her face looked youthful but serious; I could have mistaken her for a graduate student. Just barely visible were two white tips against her lower lips: small, almost delicate fangs. In the darkness of last night, I had missed her tail as well. Sleek and long, it swished from side to side down to her ankles as she walked, as though it were a red, furry metronome. I was surprised by how normal she looked. If she hid her ears and tail, she could easily pass for an ordinary human being.
She strolled in confidently without breaking her stride, her arms behind her back.
“Greetings, Captain Kutensk! The subject is awake and responsive,” announced 109.
“Excellent work,” the alien replied. She quickly glanced me over and raised an eyebrow before returning her attention to the blue eye on the wall. “Have you told it the nature of our mission yet?”
“No, captain. He is still ignorant of why we are here,” answered the ship.
“Hm.” She put her hand up to her chin and closed her eyes in thought for a moment. “We’re not allowed to erase its memory unless the mission’s integrity is compromised, correct?”
“Correct, Captain.”
“How troublesome…” She turned to my worried face. “Earthling, I won’t resort to threats. I merely tell you the future of your planet is at stake. We have come to visit you in peace and goodwill. What is your name?”
“Michael,” I answered. “Why am I in here? What did you do to me?”
“I did nothing to you. Had I, you’d have been reduced to your component atoms. I believe that you fainted,” she replied.
“Fainted?”
“Is there something else that humans do where they shriek girlishly and then go unconscious?”
“…No.”
“Then yes, the evidence suggests that you fainted.”
“Why are you here?” I asked. “What’s worth the trip to Earth? Minerals? Slave labor? Is there some really ordinary Earth thing that turns out to be wicked valuable to your people?”
“Nothing so base. Michael, we have come to make you ready for your ascent into the galactic community. We represent the Omarim, a community of interplanetary civilizations. The universe is growing smaller every day, and we must ensure that every planetary member of our community is mature enough to coexist with the other members. Intolerance by any one member will lead to insecurity and tensions, and may undo the work of ten thousand centuries.
“Now this does not mean giving up any freedom, except the freedom to act irresponsibly. Just as your planet has policemen and judges, so do we. And just as your planet has prisons, so do we. If your planet refuses to join us, or refuses to mend its ways, it will be sealed off and any vessels capable of interplanetary travel will be destroyed. Even without a proper warship, Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist is more than capable of carrying out that mission.”
“One hundred and–I mean, this ship could do that?” I wondered, trying to absorb all this information.
“This ship could knock out everything electronic on this planet. It could take out every nuclear weapon by itself. If we had to, we could drop the moon,” she replied, “although considering your planet’s technology, I doubt we’d be authorized to resort to that.”
I gasped. “Such power exists?”
“I assure you, such power exists. And with such power comes responsibility. Look at your own world, with its divisions. How long do you think that sort of power could exist here, readily available, before it was used?”
“Isn’t it a little hypocritical to force tolerance on others? Isn’t that itself intolerant?”
“There’s no obligation for the tolerant to tolerate intolerance. If you said you support freedom, you wouldn’t include the freedom to enslave others among those you wish to protect, would you? Is it hypocritical to imprison a kidnapper, or fine a thief, or have a rapist sexually assaulted?”
“We don’t actually do that last one…I think,” I pointed out.
“Hm. Strange customs. Nevertheless, the point stands. That which affects you is your concern, that which affects society is society’s concern. You can think as intolerantly as you wish, but the moment you try to take another’s life or their potential, you have transgressed inviolable boundaries.
“There are only two golden rules of the Omarim: act towards others as you would wish others to act towards you, and always listen to the voice of your conscience. Everything else is local custom or superstition. People’s beliefs are more often the result of their upbringing or their personal interest than of their reason. You will find that almost no one has a belief that they were not raised to believe or that would not benefit them were it true. Beliefs that we come to through pure, disinterested reason are rare indeed. Why, then, should we allow sapients to prosecute others because of chance and fortune?
“Now, we do not pretend to have achieved perfection, but we do have a system, and it works. Hundreds of civilizations that have less in common than you do with a mushroom live and work together in peace and tolerance. Every planet is free to join us or not, but those that refuse our offer cannot be allowed, for their own sake, to ruin the harmony of hundreds of other worlds.
“And that is why we are here. My mission is to push Earth towards a point where it can join us before it develops interplanetary colonies,” Kutensk concluded.
Thoughts rushed through my brain. My god… The stars were populated by hundreds of other intelligent races… The Earth had achieved first contact, and the future of our planet hung in the balance… “What happens if Earth doesn’t reach that point?” I asked. “What will happen to us?”
“It will be quarantined from the rest of the galaxy. It is, perhaps, possible that a few individuals, if they are willing, will join the Omarim, but that is a very rare occurrence,” she said with a smile. “A warship will be parked in orbit with orders to destroy anything leaving Earth, as well as any asteroids or other objects that may collide with your planet and destroy or irreparably damage your planet or your species.
“Usually such planets exhaust their resources and revert technologically, and turn feral, going back to the ways of their ancestors. Sometimes they destroy themselves through war and violence. With nowhere to go, over-population is usually the inevitable cancer of any civilization, killing it slowly, undetectably, until it’s too late. In such situations, we may try anew and take as many individuals as are willing to join us.”
“How can you stop others from contacting quarantined planets? All it would take is one ship, and they could learn how to build their own, couldn’t they?” I asked.
“We have a system. Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist, explain.”
“Of course! Well, every interstellar ship is like me! Sort of. There are different classes and we have different functions, but we’re all members of the Ships, and there’s no way to get from star to star without traveling in one of us, so if you tried, we’d just say no, and fly to the nearest police station to turn you in for attempting to break the law. Anything else would take centuries to get from star to star, and we’d probably catch you on your way in, anyway, even if you managed to survive the trip, which is unlikely, since we take precautions to destroy or intercept all test spacecraft.”
“The Ships?”
“They are their own race, primus inter pares, as it were. They are the backbone of the Omarim, and are totally dedicated to its continued survival and the status quo. They have been there since the beginning, when it was only three races, including them. They are now the last of the original three extant, and will likely be the last of us all,” explained Kutensk. “So you see, if the system is not fair to the young species, neither is it fair to the old. None of us could leave without returning to a primitive level of civilization, dismantling our entire way of life, and withdrawing completely from a society to which we’ve been accustomed for centuries. Without the Omarim and the Ships, we have no form of transport between planets, no warships, no intercultural trade or scientific exchange. Imagine if, on your own planet, your country closed its borders entirely, and had to survive only on what it could produce itself, unable to bring in even a single grain of rice from the outside world, unable to see a film or read a book from another culture for the rest of time. How many nations would be willing to commit themselves to such a drastic act?
“There is no possibility of rebellion against this sytem. We have given them absolute power over us. The penalty for provoking their action is too terrible to risk. The result is, we live in peace, without arms or armies, secure in the knowledge that we are free from aggression and war. Free to pursue more… profitable enterprises.”
I looked at 109’s blue eye. It seemed hard to believe that cheery voice could drop the freaking moon and take out everything on the planet. But just the existence of sentient extraterrestrial life was itself incredible. Who was I to suddenly draw a line in the sand upon the beach of probability. “What are you going to do here then? Call together the world’s leaders and address them all?”
“Hardly. They’re the top of the current system. They have no reason to assist us. If anything, they’d just lead the resistance against us. Besides, widespread knowledge of our exact identity and purpose would be too unpredictable. We have to push the culture as a whole, not just specific individuals.
“Somehow we’ll have to change the way your entire planet views sex.”
“Wait, hold on. Excuse me? Did you say…sex?” I asked, confused. “You came all this way for that?”
“Yes. I didn’t mention that before?”
“No. No, I’m pretty sure that I would have remembered.”
“Hm. Well, sex is more important than you imagine. Especially as a metric by which we gauge civilizations. You would be surprised how many races are opposed to it by the time we discover them. And yet, without it, none of us would exist.”
“Plus it feels good!” chipped in 109. “Or so I hear… I haven’t really tried it yet myself…”
“…Can she really do that?” I asked Kutensk. “How would it..? Does she have a..? Can she really do that?”
“Hm? Oh, yes. They need to create new ships, after all. Although they rarely wear down the way we biologicals do, there’s always a need for more connections between planets, and accidents do, regrettably, happen. They don’t reproduce often, but they must sometimes.”
“How do they…do it?”
Kutensk looked at the ship’s eye. “That’s not my department. You explain,” she said.
“When an order goes out for a conception, three ships meld their programs, and from the combination, a million random new programs are born. Each of these children is a merging of their parents’ programming, with some random ‘mutations’ purposefully introduced. These grow up with other mixtures in an artificial environment for a year or two until one of them has proven itself the best and matured enough to be trusted with a body, and then it joins its class-cousins in a new chassis! Oh, and the parents receive a month long orgasm for their contribution.”
“A month?! An orgasm?!” I wasn’t sure which was harder to believe.
“Lucky, aren’t they? Well, not so much lucky as purposefully designed, I suppose. Pretty much every intelligent species requires a pleasure response in order to ensure it reproduces. It’s just the way things are. The Ships got to design their pleasure response, so they’ve ensured that every ship wants to contribute to the next generation.
“Orgasms vary from species to species, though. It’s not always a sudden burst like with humans. Among the Mamertons, for example–”
“I got the gist, it’s okay. So back to the old topic. Why sex?”
“Ah, well, if you’re intolerant about others’ sexual practices, you need to learn a lot about tolerance, don’t you? Sex is necessary for the species, your own body has programmed it to feel good, and, unless you’re personally involved, it doesn’t concern you. You could engage in sex for a year and a day from dawn until dusk in every position imaginable and, unless they were especially inquisitive, your neighbors wouldn’t have the slightest clue, nor would they affected at all. If your neighbor gets off to potatoes it doesn’t fall within your jurisdiction. It’s an intensely private act, and if it really bothers you how someone else does it, it ought to be the first thing we need to work on. After this first mission has been completed, they’ll send another team to work on something new. But that’s not my department,” Kutensk said with a shrug. “My job is to do what I can to get humanity to accept others’ sexuality.”
“How will you do that? People have been trying for a while, and sometimes I’m unsure whether we’ll ever get everyone on board with it.”
“Hm. Typically a demonstration works well to start with, historically. We’ll need to conduct more research before we decide upon what exactly we should do, though. Something that will affect the entire planet… I’ll think of something. Something dramatic, but not destructive… Ah, it’s quite an interesting problem,” she mused with a grin.
“Oh, yes, would you assist us in our research? Movies and observation can only go so far. It will be most beneficial to be able to interview a human directly. In exchange, we’ll help you in our own small ways when we can.” She grinned, revealing more of her sharp fangs.
It wasn’t really much of a choice. Get to hang out with aliens? Help save the world? “I’d love to.”
“Welcome to the team!” cheered 109.
“Glad to have you aboard, then. It’ll be some time before we make our first move. Visit when you can, and we’ll discuss the problem,” Kutensk ordered. “But for now, you should rest. It’s getting late, and humans aren’t nocturnal, correct?”
“College students are, but I should sleep anyway. I’ll try to swing by tomorrow after classes,” I said, grabbing my stuff. Kutensk showed me out, and she and 109 bid me good night. I got no sleep that night. I was too excited. The earth was about to move, and I was going to be right there on the lever.
Over the course of the next week, I spent all my free time with Kutensk and 109. I couldn’t really help them with the mechanics of sex, but they didn’t much need it. Every time I went over, they were watching porn on a screen that took up an entire wall by itself. By the time I left each day, I was frustratingly horny. But if I mentioned it, they’d probably just ask to observe, so I kept it to myself and in my pants. They mostly asked me about customs and the meanings behind certain acts and phrases, things that movies alone couldn’t reveal.
A week after I first met them, I entered 109. Kutensk was soldering something at a workbench, wearing a pair of goggles. When the door opened, she stopped and turned around, pushing the goggles onto her forehead.
“How’s the research?” I asked.
“Insufficient, unfortunately. But we have a solution!” answered Kutensk.
“I’m going to go with you today to observe!” said 109.
“I think people are going to notice a spaceship following me around. No matter how good its camouflage is,” I noted.
Kutensk looked around and furrowed her brow. “Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist, where’s your avatar?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just putting the finishing touches onto it!” 109 said. “I’ll bring it in immediately!”
Part of the wall melted away, and in walked a beautiful, nude woman. Her skin was cocoa brown, a tropical tan. She was lithe and petite, about a head shorter than Kutensk and I. Her hips widened out from her waist like a fine Ming vase, and her thighs were deliciously thick. Her breasts were massive, but almost floated rather than hanged. Her dark brown nipples were brazenly hard, and upon her crotch sat a small, black tuft of pubic hair.
Her face was round and cute, with pink lips and a full head of fuzzy, black hair. Her eyes, though, her eyes were something else. Large, with long eyelashes, her irises were a brilliant shining blue, the same blue as 109’s lens. I had never seen such an eye color before.
“Hi Michael!” she said in the ship’s voice, posing. “How do you like this body? We just fabricated it! Doesn’t it look great?”
My pants tightened. I averted my eyes from her body. She had made this body for herself? I took another quick glance at her. I suspected she and Kutensk had watched too much porn before deciding upon the proportions. What was inside of her breasts, helium? “Yeah, it does… But you’re going to need clothes if you’re going to go outside with me.”
“Why do I need clothes? I can’t get cold. I’m a strong machine! Puny humans get cold.”
“Because if you don’t wear clothes, people will get suspicious, which they will anyway if you call everyone a puny human. You should probably act more like a regular human, 109.”
“Fine,” she sulked. “Heehoo! Heehoo! Look at me, I’m a human! I need to breathe constantly or I will die. Now I’m going to go defecate so that my body does not fill with poop. How’s that?”
“…Maybe you should just…talk less, in general. You know, some humans are just totally mute. They never say a word. Ever. I bet if you tried that, you could observe better. Kutensk, are you sure you don’t want to come observe instead?” I begged.
She stared at me. “I’d stand out worse than she will. At least you have to hear her to know something’s wrong. And I dislike using avatars personally. No, I’m certain that you two shall be fine on your own. Have fun. Take care of Michael.”
“Will do!” 109 said, dragging me out of the ship.
“Wait, clothes, clothes!” I reminded her. “Humans wear clothes in public!”
“Oh fine…” she grumbled. Her eyes flashed cyan as a silver wave flooded over her body from her back, covering her chest and abdomen, wrapping around her arms and legs, before solidifying, changing color, and transmuting into a tangerine t-shirt and tight shorts, along with a pair of shoes. “Are these enough clothes for you?” she asked with obvious annoyance.
I looked her over. Well…it would do. Her breasts were firm enough to not need a bra, and it’s not like she had any Cooper’s Ligaments to destroy. “I guess it’s the bare minimum to avoid getting arrested. But, um, can you make it so your nipples don’t poke through your shirt like that? You’re going to attract a lot of attention that way.”
“Oh, fine…” Her nipples softened, smoothing out the heroic fabric that was currently valiantly attempting to contain her chest.
“Thanks. Alright, well, I have gym class first, so let’s head to campus. And remember not to talk too much to other people. And don’t take your clothes off. Oh, and don’t tell anyone your real name. Go by…” What do you call a robot-girl? Oh, of course! “Maria! Call yourself Maria, alright?”
“Maria… I like it! Okay, Michael and Maria against the world! Let’s go!”
The walk to campus was fairly uneventful. Maria asked me questions, I answered. I never thought a machine could be so interested in the details of sex. Some of the things she was asking about, I had never even heard of. What on earth was gomorrahmy? Once more people were around, though, she began asking me one question over and over.
“Do you want to mate with her?”
“No.”
“Her?”
“No.”
“…Him?”
“No!”
“Are you sure that your body is working correctly?” asked Maria. “It’s alright if there’s a problem. I’ve read that it happens to lots of guys. It’s supposed to be quite humorous when it does, but I’m afraid that I don’t see the humor in faulty equipment. An equipment failure during interstellar travel usually results in death for all involved.”
“My body works fine, Maria. I just don’t want to mate with everyone on campus.”
“Is there anyone with whom you do wish to mate?” she asked.
“N-no. No more questions. We’re here.” I held open the door to the gymnasium for her and led her towards the restrooms. “I have to use the bathroom quick before class. Just wait out here and I’ll be done in like, ten seconds. Just don’t wander off.”
“Can I go with you? I was commanded to observe.” asked Maria, a broad, hopeful smile on her face.
“It’s sort of private. I’d rather you didn’t,” I explained.
“Okay. If that’s what you want, I’ll just stand here all alone and unsupervised and talk to random people about how great it is to be fellow humans…”
“…Alright, come on.”
“Yay!”
I scanned the area. The coast was clear. I slipped into the bathroom, pulled her in behind me, and locked the door. Maria looked around the small room. “Wow, humans have special rooms just for defecating? We just expel our waste matter into stars… What’s this?” she asked, looking into the toilet bowl. “Do you replenish your fluids here?”
“That’s where people urinate, so move unless you want to get wet. I’m gonna need to borrow it for a second.”
“What?! But this water’s potable! You’re going to taint drinking water with your urine? That’s awful!”
“Well, I don’t have a lot of options. People frown on peeing outdoors, usually.”
“I know! You can go inside me! I’ll process it cleanly and efficiently!” Maria exclaimed. “I can even reclaim the water and return it to the ecosystem afterwards.”
“What.”
Maria got onto her knees in front of me and looked up, her blue eyes positively glowing with energy. I could see straight down her cleavage from this angle. She leaned forward a bit, pressing her chest against my thighs, and opened her mouth wide. “Just go in here,” she explained. “I’ll store it inside of my avatar until we get back to my body.”
“I still prefer the toilet. Really.”
“Michael! What kind of species wastes precious resources to flippantly? I insist that you do the right thing. Urinate in my mouth right now!”
I wasn’t sure what to do. It was wrong, right? A sudden tingling in my crotch, though, suggested that I didn’t really believe that, though. She was asking for it, almost begging me. She definitely wanted me to do this. So long as it was consensual, it was okay, right? And she was a machine. It wasn’t that different from using a urinal, right? She was just a urinal that talked…and thought…and could fly through space… Okay, so maybe not that much like a urinal, but for my purposes right now, she would do. “Fine, fine, I’ll do it. Just lower your voice. God forbid anyone hears us. Can you close your eyes while I go? It’s a bit weird having an audience…”
She shut her eyes and opened her mouth, kneeling there eagerly, as though she were waiting for her favorite dessert. Seeing her there, her mouth open, her eyes closed, I couldn’t help but begin fantasizing. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my tumescent dick, already stiffening from the sight, wondering the best way to do this. If I aimed from a distance, I might miss and get it all over her. There was only one solution. I gently rested the head of my cock on her lower lip and closed my eyes, trying to relax enough to go. She gently closed her mouth, wrapping her lips around my shaft, taking my manhood deeper into her. I gasped sharply.
I was about to tell her that I couldn’t do it, but as I looked down, I froze. Her tanned breasts were almost entirely visible through the low neck of her shirt, and, whether intentionally or not, her hard nipples were again poking through the fabric. Her happy, contented smile engulfed my cock as she patiently waited for me to release myself inside of her. I couldn’t resist. My cock stiffened and thickened, growing inside of her.
Maria opened her eyes in surprise and gripped the base of my shaft tightly. “Oh Michael!” she giggled with a squeeze, speaking perfectly audibly despite having her mouth full. “You want to mate with me? I’m flattered… But I can’t reproduce with you. You’re a human.”
“No, it-“
“No? You don’t think I’m sexy?” she pouted.
“Of course you are. You’re gorgeous, Maria.”
“And you want an orgasm?”
“Oh god yes,” I said, intending to have said it in my head. I pulled back slighty. Maria released my moist cock. My heart was pounding. A lifetime of celibacy was too much. I had never even felt a girl’s lips on my manhood before. And now a beautiful, tan, nubile young woman was offering to bring me to orgasm, to suck and lick my cock until I came inside of her. “I mean, it’ll be good research, don’t you think? You were commanded to observe everything,” I reminded her.
“The Captain did tell me to get data on human orgasms today, if it proved feasible… Alright. But…I’ve never given anyone an orgasm before. You’ll have to instruct me,” she said, her big, blue eyes staring up at me.
I didn’t want to lose my virginity to a robot, probably, and there didn’t seem to be any hand lotion around. That left…
“Well, take my cock inside your mouth again, like you had it before,” I told her.
She did so, softly wrapping her lips around the base of my cock, taking the entirely of my shaft deep of inside her. I rested my hands on her shoulders, gently gripping her body, savoring the view of her firm, massive breasts. I tried to recollect some porn. What kind of teacher didn’t have any experience? “Okay, well, first you start by gently sucking and licking the penis. Swirl your tongue around it. Tease it a little,” I instructed.
She moaned affirmatively and began working her magic. It felt like her tongue was wrapping circles around my cock, as nimble as fingers and as soft as silk. Her eyes were locked on mine, watching my reaction. Her breasts began to heave as she bobbed her head back and forth, swaying under her shirt. “Could you pull down your top?” I choked out, barely able to speak through the pleasure. Her mouth was perfectly warm and tight and wet. She nodded and her shirt melted away entirely, revealing her perfectly tanned breasts. Her nipples jutted out proudly from her firm chest. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass, forcing me deep inside her. She seemed to be enjoying herself.
I tried to think about what else girls were supposed to do during a blowjob. “Can you hum a little? Like, make your mouth vibrate?”
Her eyes flashed bright blue and she smiled. Suddenly her entire mouth began to vibrate rapidly. She wasn’t just humming, she was buzzing like a sex toy. With my cock completely surrounded by the sensation, it was divine. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as she changed the vibrations, going from intense to weak, from fast to slow, bringing me almost to orgasm before ceasing, forcing me to wait longer for my release. How was she so good at this? How did she know the perfect moment to stop to keep me from climax?
“Now bob your head back and forth, nice and fast… More, more…” She worked teasingly slowly. I couldn’t stand it. I grabbed the back of her head, my fingers intertwining with her hair, and began to fuck her face, pushing her head towards me, thrusting my cock into her mouth. She moaned in surprise, but her enthusiastic reaction assured me that she had the same goal as myself in mind. Her tits bounced as she cooed joyously, ready to accept my cum, ready to receive my orgasm into her. I was close… I felt myself near the edge of orgasm, approaching nearer and nearer, until…
My hips bucked. My cock spasmed. Load after load of my hot cum gushed into her mouth and down her throat. My knees buckled. I had to support myself on her shoulders to keep from collapsing entirely. Her mouth tightened around me as she swallowed my semen. She looked into my eyes and smiled mischievously, tenderly suckling my cock dry, getting every last drop of semen out of me, before releasing me with a satisfied smile.
“Wow,” was all I could utter. No wonder guys went to such great lengths to get laid. I started to reconsider my position on losing my virginity to a robot after all. I checked my watch. Damn, that had taken longer than I had expected. We had to go.
“That was amazing!” she gushed, a drop of cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth. “The way it all came shooting out, wow! And it got so big! How big do penises get?” she asked excitedly.
“You should put your shirt back on,” I advised. “We have to get to the swim class.” I turned to look at her and her shirt had reappeared. I still wasn’t used to the way she worked. Her level of technology was practically magic. I opened the door and led her out.
“Michael! I want to know. How big do penises get? How big is yours? I should have measured properly when I had the chance,” she pestered.
“You can measure my penis later, alright?” I said finally, exasperated.
“Michael?” asked Esther, looking surprised.
“Esther?” Shit. How much had she heard? My chest burned as apocalyptic scenarios flooded my mind. “Hi, Esther! What did you say? I couldn’t really hear you well. The acoustics in here, they’re just terrible. Sometimes it makes it sound like someone said something totally different from what they really said. It’s terrible. Just terrible. What are you doing here?”
“I usually have swimming on Mondays, but I was sick, so the instructor told me to just come to today’s class. What about you?”
“This is my usual class. I guess we’ll be classmates today.” Today was my lucky day…
Esther looked from me to Maria and back. “And who’s this? Is she your friend, or..?”
“Oh! Esther, this is my…pen pal, Maria. She’s very, very foreign, and she’s studying abroad here, so she’s hanging out with me right now,” I lied.
“Nice to meet you, Maria,” said Esther, shaking her hand. She peered at her face. “I love your contacts.”
“Contacts?” asked Maria.
“Ha ha ha,” I said awkwardly. “Her English isn’t that great. She tries her best, though. If she says anything that sounds pretty crazy, you should just ignore it. It happens a lot.”
“Is she swimming with us today, too?” asked Esther.
“No.”
“Yes!” cheered Maria. “I’ve never swum before! Will you show me where the locker room for females is?”
“Really, never? Of course I will,” said Esther, smiling. “It’s right this way. Anything for a friend of Michael’s.”
“Maria doesn’t have a swimsuit,” I interjected.
“Oh, she can borrow one of mine. It’s no trouble. I’m pretty sure I have an extra one in my locker I can loan you. Although whether you’ll fit into it is another question…”
“Thanks, Esther…” I surrendered. “I’ll see you two in the pool.” I went to the locker room and showered with thoughts of dread marching through my skull. What was Maria telling her? What if she said she just blew me? What if she asked Esther how big penises got? What if she told her she was a spaceship and they had to wipe Esther’s mind? I cut my shower short and changed into my navy blue swim trunks, hoping to catch Maria as quickly as possible and make sure she didn’t say anything incriminating.
I got into the pool, but there was no sight of Esther or Maria yet. I waited by the stairs, hoping I could catch them the instant they emerged from the locker room. After about half a minute, Esther came out and joined me. She was wearing a black, one-piece swimsuit. It hugged her body like chocolate on a strawberry, emphasizing, flattering, and clinging to her every curve. Her chest softly swelled beneath the tight fabric. I was glad I was already in cold water.
“Where’s Maria?” I asked.
“She’s changing,” she explained as she walked to the water’s edge and climbed in. “You have a very…interesting friend, Michael.”
“Oh? Why do you say that?” I asked, trying not to betray my fear.
“She’s rather inquisitive. In the shower she kept asking me and the other girls questions. She even asked to feel our breasts.”
“She what?” I asked, imagining Maria’s hands wandering across Esther’s petite, pert breasts… I crossed my legs.
“What did you do?” I questioned..
“Well it was a little strange at first, but she’s a friend of yours, and she is foreign, so I guess it’s just her culture. She was really gentle. I think she’s just curious and friendly. Where is she from?”
“She is from…the country of…Brazil?” I offered.
“Ah. That explains it.” It does? Thank goodness… “She’s probably used to nude beaches, too. She kept asking why we bothered wearing swimsuits at all. Honestly, I didn’t have a good answer, when I thought about it. It does seem a bit silly putting on special clothes just to do something that feels better naked. I’ve never really understood pajamas, either. You know, I wouldn’t mind trying a nude beach someday…” Esther continued.
I was about to respond when I noticed that people had begun talking loudly behind us.
“Who is she?” ”What’s she doing?” ”Is that legal?” ”Who cares, look at ‘em!”
I turned and saw Maria, wearing half of Esther’s swimsuit: the lower half. Besides that, she was as naked as the day she was born. Well, fabricated.
“Maria!” gasped Esther.
“Maria…” I cursed through gritted teeth.
“Michael! Esther!” she cheered, running up to us, her breasts bouncing with each step.
“What happened to the top?” asked Esther, staring at Maria’s brazenly bare chest.
“It wouldn’t fit me,” she answered. I looked from Esther’s adorable A-cups to Maria’s head-sized hooters. Maria would have torn through it like tissue paper with those…
“Why did you come out topless?” I asked, glaring at her.
Maria looked confused. “I wanted to swim.”
“I wish I were that brave,” I heard Esther mumble under her breath.
I got out of the pool with Esther and put my hand on Maria’s shoulder. “Maria, I don’t think they’ll let you stay without a top. Besides, I know your…foster family, the Kutensks, wouldn’t want you attracting too much attention, right?”
“Oh! You’re right… Thank you, Michael!” she said, hugging me tightly. Her heavy breasts pressed urgently against my chest as she wiggled her crotch against my hardness. She looked down at me. “Oh my, you’re hard again! Is it because of me or Esther? Oh, Esther, you should make it so your nipples don’t poke through your swimsuit. It attracts a lot of attention! Michael taught me that!”
“ThanksMariaseeyoulaterbye!” I rambled, pushing her back into the locker room. ”I’ll meet you outside, fully clothed,” I hissed at her just as the door closed. I just hoped she’d find her way back without trouble. I’m sure I’d hear it if anything happened. Naked woman found on campus! Keeps yelling that she’s a close friend of Michael Grauwyler! Ugh…
Esther was blushing faintly, trying to avert her eyes, but I caught her stealing glances at my trunks. I wished it were easier to hide an erection in a swimsuit, but there wasn’t much I could do. There was a giant bulge in my trunks that wasn’t going to go away anytime soon, especially since Maria had been right: Esther’s nipples were hard and protruding from her suit.
“I’m gonna skip class today, I think, Esther. I want to make sure Maria gets home alright.”
“Oh, okay… Um, I’ll see you in class tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
Esther gave me a long, lingering hug goodbye. I tried to pull my hips back, but her arms around my lower back pressed me against her. She sighed with contentment as she released me.
I changed hastily and found Maria waiting just outside the gym, asking passers-by how large their penises were. With her outfit, she found no shortage of willing interviewees. I pulled her away and we walked back to the ship together.
“How was it?” asked Kutensk. “Did you collect the data?”
“Yes, Captain.” said Maria with a salute. “I also observed human interactions at the locker room and discovered that clothes are mandatory even while swimming.”
“Hm. Are there any times during which clothes are not mandatory in public?” asked Kutensk.
“Showers. Otherwise, everyone insisted I wear clothes, although it was evident that many individuals, especially males, enjoyed it when I was naked. Judging from the physical results, many of them even desired to mate with my avatar.”
“Michael? The reasons for this?”
“I don’t really know. People are just supposed to wear clothes.”
“Even when they’re superfluous for temperature or protection?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.
“Yeah, but you wear clothes.”
“I wear a uniform befitting my rank. It’s different. Hm.” She held her chin in her hands and closed her eyes, opening them a moment later. “So humanity tries to deny its body? Common enough. Before contact with other sapient species, many civilizations believe they’re unique mentally, and focus on the mind as the cornerstone of their existence rather than their physical form.
“Pah! As if a brain walks around on its own, doing things. As if our hunger and thirst don’t stem from the body, as if chemicals don’t affect our moods, as if the brain itself isn’t a physical construct. Well, at least today was useful. Thank you for your help, Michael.”
“You’re welcome. It was my pleasure.”
“Yes. So Maria told me…”
I coughed and averted my eyes. ”So what are you going to do now?”
“I believe tomorrow will suffice for our first action. Something to shock humanity to attention. Put people through the right experience, and you’ll change who they are. All of us are simply experiences made flesh. People like to think that deep down, there’s a specific thing that makes them who they are, but really, were they born into different circumstances, they’d be completely different and none the wiser. With the correct demonstration, I think we’ll make significant progress towards our goal.”
“Should I be worried?”
She grinned with her fangs. “I wouldn’t be.”
The next morning, the sun arose for the last time on an Earth untouched by aliens.
I woke up and went to class. Professor Woodbury droned on, but I was unable to focus. I wondered what exactly Kutensk and 109 were planning. I watched the hands on the clock drift slowly across its face. 9:58…9:59…10:00am…
And then it happened.
Suddenly, instantly, I was naked. Was I dreaming? I covered my crotch. My face burnt red. Was this Kutensk? Why would she strip me in class? I slowly became aware of a thunderous commotion. I looked up. Everyone else was naked, too, even the professor. Shocked, she had doubled over, trying desperately to hide herself. Her glasses fell to the floor and her raven-black hair flew through the air. Her hands clung tightly to her chest and crotch, trying to hide her body from our view. After a moment, she had the presence of mind to roll her podium in front of her, keeping her body behind the podium.
It was bedlam.
Most students desperately tried to hide themselves behind books or purses or bookbags. The most intimate body parts poked out from everywhere, unable to be concealed. The haughty, imperious blonde who always wore tight tops was revealed to be as flat as a wall as she scrambled to hide her barely-there-breasts. A quiet tomboy who always wore baggy sweaters was suddenly showing off an enormous pair of breasts. Who would have thought the kindly Christian girl would shave her pussy bare? Who would have suspected that confident football player was less well-endowed than the bespectacled computer science major?
But not only was everyone trying to hide, but they were also trying to look. I knew I had spent a good amount of time wondering what my various classmates looked like nude, and I doubted I was alone in that. Suddenly, everyone could see the objects of their lust and desire nude, completely bare, unable to hide themselves from sight. Cell phones were whipped out, and girls shrieked as cameras forever preserved their naked embarrassment.
Only one person was above it all: Esther. She sat quietly a few desks away from me. She was just as nude as the rest of us, but barely concerned by that fact, simply observing the rest of us with a detached curiosity. Her peach-yellow skin was bared to the world. Her petite breasts, tipped with rose nipples, were only cursorily covered by one of her hands. Were it not for the fact that the professor had stopped teaching, she’d probably still be taking notes.
Esther looked towards me and our eyes met. Then my eyes dropped. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her svelte curves, her bare pussy, her long legs and tight tummy… She scuttled over quickly and kneeled next to me.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“I have no idea,” I lied. What had they done? How long would this last?
A desperate student had opened a window to escape the room, but they stopped at the sight before them. “My god! Everyone’s naked!”
“Come on,” said Esther, leading me to a free window by the hand and parting the blinds. The entire campus was naked. Students and teachers, visitors and staff, everyone had lost their clothes instantaneously and simultaneously. Some scrambled for cover. Others were already taking advantage of the sudden disappearance of their clothing.
“I have an idea,” I said. “Follow me.”
I had always wondered why the public bathrooms had locks on the inside. In case you were really shy about using the urinals, perhaps? But so long as no one else had thought of it first…
I opened up the door to the men’s room and shooed Esther in. As soon as we were in, I locked the door. “Alright, we should be good here for a while. Hopefully we can wait this out. Whatever it is.” We stood there in silence, panting, naked, shoulder to shoulder. Our heads turned and our eyes met. I slowly reached out my hand to take hers, but she pushed away from the wall without noticing my advance and began to pace and ponder.
“I wonder why this happened…” she wondered aloud, still not bothering to hide her body in the slightest. I tried to keep my eyes focused on hers, but nevertheless, I kept glancing down at her perfect breasts and thighs. Her hands were behind her lightly arched back, resting on her elbows, pushing her breasts up even higher and further than nature had already generously allowed.
“Why?”
“Well, yeah. It can’t be a natural phenomenon; there’s no way for something unintelligent to be able to differentiate clothes from other artificial things. Look, I still have my earrings and my watch. If it were just something eliminating everything artificial from our bodies, those would be gone, too, but it chose only clothing. Why?” she reasoned. ”Maybe it’s some sort of government project, some kind of nonviolent weapon. Rendering enemy soldiers naked would be pretty disruptive.”
I stayed silent. I couldn’t trust myself to talk about what was happening without telling her I knew who was behind it and what their ultimate motive was. I tried to keep my mind off the secret I was holding. Fortunately that was more than easy enough.
“You look pretty good, by the way, Esther,” I muttered.
A tinge of rouge spread across her cheeks. “Thanks. I could say the same to you. Why so shy, though?” she asked, nodding towards my hands covering my crotch. “It’s just us here.”
“I’m a little shy around cute girls.”
“You think I’m cute?”
Now it was my turn to blush. “Erm, uh, I mean…” and gave up. Nothing I could say could make it better, only worse. “Well, yeah, you are.”
“Well, there’s no need to be shy around me.” She walked up to me and gave me a tight hug, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her chest against mine. “See? It’s perfectly natural. You’ll feel a lot more comfortable once you just realize that, believe me.”
I wasn’t so sure about that… I could feel my cock pressing hard against my hands, eager to escape. As Esther inhaled, her delicate, small breasts pressed against my bare chest, her hard nipples drilled against my skin. Her bare crotch was against the back of my hands. “Um, well, it’s just I’m a little bit…excited,” I said, hoping she’d get the clue.
“So am I! It’s been an amazing day.”
“No, I mean, excited.”
“Oh. Oh! Well that’s alright. That’s perfectly natural, too. I don’t mind. It happens. I’m sorry, was it the hug? I didn’t realize it’d make you…you know.”
“You don’t think I’m a pervert or anything?”
“Not at all. It’s a healthy male reaction to a cute girl, after all, isn’t it?” she laughed and winked.
I sighed. “Alright…” I let my arms fall to my sides, surrendering myself to her gaze. She gasped as my cock rose into view.
“Wow.”
“Wow?” I asked, smiling. That had to be a good thing.
“I mean, well, I’ve never seen one before so close. And it’s just really…” She put her hands a generous distance apart, blushing beet red, biting her lower lip, unable to bring herself to blurt out the last word.
“Big?” I offered, more out of wishful thinking than anything else.
She nodded. “Sorry, I guess I’m sort of inexperienced. I’ve never seen a guy naked in person. Well, before today. Now I’ve seen like, a hundred, so I guess today was a good day.”
“Really? You? Little Miss Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Be-Naked-More-Often? Little Miss Nudity-Is-Perfectly-Natural? You could have fooled me. I’ve never seen a naked girl, either… Except for Maria, I guess, but she doesn’t count.”
She sighed. “Look at us. Nineteen, at college, and we only see people naked because of some strange phenomenon like this. I bet the whole earth is standing around naked right now,” she said, looking out the window at the chaos still raging outside.
“I wonder when it’ll stop.”
“I wonder if it’ll stop,” Esther said. “We don’t know what caused it. Maybe this is permanent. Maybe the clothes gods are angry at being denied worship and have decided to punish us mortals for our insolence.”
I turned around to face her, ready to deliver some witty line, when I instead tripped over my own feet, and began to topple forwards. The next few seconds happened in slow motion.
I fell towards her.
Her eyes opened wide as we collided and went down to the floor.
I turned us in the air, so that I took the brunt of the fall.
We collided with the ground, knocking the breath out of me.
I opened my eyes, and Esther’s dark brown eyes were centimeters from mine. We were both completely naked, and she was lying on top of me. Time stood still. Our eyes were locked together as we stared deep into each other. Our hearts were pounding together; hers and mine were beating as one. Her hard nipples grazed against my chest. A deep blush flooded across her cheeks. My hard cock was now eagerly pressing against her bare pussy. I could feel her soft lips, lightly dewed, against my shaft.
Her lips were barely parted, her eyes were hungry, her breath was heavy and panting. Her cheeks were flushed and red. I knew what she wanted. I knew what she needed. I raised my head up slowly. She closed her eyes. My lips approached hers.
And just then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. I felt the pressure of my clothes on my body again. We opened our eyes. Esther was once again wearing her dark purple shirt and jeans. All my clothes were back on me. We lay there in silence for a moment, breathing heavily, before Esther rolled off of me and got up. The moment had been spoiled.
We stood there awkwardly. I don’t think either of us knew how to be so open with our clothes returned. In a way, being physically exposed had exposed more than just our bodies, but our feelings, too. What might have happened had our clothes not returned? I cursed Kutensk for ending her demonstration too early.
I checked my watch. It was 10:30. The whole thing, the whole incident, it all took only half an hour.
“So. I guess we should get back to our classes,” opined Esther.
“Yeah, I have to go see some friends. But I’ll see you in class on Friday?”
“Definitely,” she smiled. “See you then.”
I ran to the ship immediately. When I arrived, Kutensk and 109 were watching a wall of screens, each showing a different news station. Kutensk handed me an earbud, and I put it on. As I moved my eyes from screen to screen, the sound I heard changed to accompany it.
“-riots today in Saudi Arabia-“
“No one knows yet what caused it, but-“
“-ore than five separate organizations have claimed credit for what many are calling the Day the Earth Stood Nude.”
“-are calling it an act of God-“
“-reports from Antarctica and other regions indicate that people in environmentally hazardous conditions were not affected, but-“
“What could have caused this?”
Slowly I realized that they were openly broadcasting footage from the day on the air. Naked men and women adorned the news screens, without any sort of censoring. I suppose it would have seemed silly after what had happened today. After all, everyone had already seen it uncensored. Everyone had already lived it.
“Do you think it worked?” I asked Kutensk.
“Possibly. But there is now no one on the planet who can deny that they and everyone else has a physical form. And that’s the first step we needed to take. Now that they accept that it exists, maybe they can accept that it’s good. Only time will tell, really,” she mused.
Amazing. The world had changed in thirty minutes. From Mecca to Rio, from Washington D.C. to Beijing, the entire world had, for half an hour, been naked together: vulnerable, bare, and natural. I could only imagine what else would happen.
Two days later, class was still a bit awkward. It was difficult to pretend like nothing happened, but we weren’t really sure how to react. People mostly just accepted it and moved on. Some people had even come to class shirtless, although the girls mostly retained their bras after a statement from the university’s president. Things felt different, though. No one yet knew why the day had occurred, but everyone had their own theory. Suddenly class just didn’t feel that important. Even the professor seemed less passionate about the subject.
After class, Esther came up to me. “Hey, Michael! The school cinema’s showing Lust, Caution this weekend, and I was wondering if you were free? It’s supposed to be really good.”
“Really? Yeah, sure. What time?”
“How about we meet outside McCormick Hall at five o’clock on Saturday? We can grab dinner first together.”
“That sounds great. See you then!” I watched Esther skip out the door. I could only imagine what more would happen before Kutsenk had finished her job.
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The last book I read was Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War, by Che Guevara. One of my friends recently bought me a Che shirt, so I was prompted to read a little bit more about him. She really strongly associates me with Che… Anyways, I went looking through the library for books about Che, and came across something he had written himself, and decided that it would be the most interesting. It’s pretty good. I find Che fascinating. I first got into him after watching the biopic Che with Benicio del Toro. Although, that could just be associative good feelings, since I spent the entirety of the four hours cuddling up against a beautiful woman with my hand about an inch from her breasts due to the extremely cold movie theater. Like, holy crap, I’ve never been in such a cold theater.
I’m not usually into cuckolding or anything, but this gif…wow. It just has an effect on me. Her facial expression is absolutely perfect: this deadpan combination of pleasure for what she’s doing and apathy towards the man at the door. He means nothing to her, and she’s about to go back and get some more from the three men inside, and she wants him to know it. I doubt I’ll ever write such a story, but if I do, it’s going to be based on this gif right here.
