Page 24 of Alien Abduction for Beginners
"Do you want me to?" Xil offered when I didn't open the message.
I nodded, suddenly feeling weak in my knees. This was just a grade, just a test. But no, it was so much more. My honour as a medic was at stake. I had to do well. Had to.
"She praises your preparation and dedication... she likes that you created your own probes... but you shouldn't have offered our abductee a choice..."
"But that would have been impolite!" I protested. "I wanted her to feel safe and by giving her control over what was happening, she felt more confident."
Xil shrugged. "Just saying what Professor Katila wrote. Let me continue."
I sighed and sat down on the bed. I was starting to think we might not get a good a grade on this as I'd hoped.
"Us touching her was unprofessional," the captain grunted. "We should have restrained her instead. And she says your probing was useless. It held no scientific value because your probes didn't actually film her insides or measure things like her temperature."
I stared at him, unbelieving. "But..."
"We failed," Xil interrupted. "We klatting failed."
"It can't be. It went so well. She even said that she enjoyed the probing. I-"
I covered my face in my hands. The day had started so well yet now, I just wanted to punch something. Or someone, namely Professor Katila.
"She says the abductee should not have been consulted on whether she liked the probing or not, at least not during the procedure," Xil said, still reading our results. "And while the Professor appreciates that we didn't want to harm her, the probing turned sexual rather than academic, especially with all of us touching her."
He grimaced. "I don't regret touching her boobs."
I didn't regret probing her either. It had been a special experience and I wouldn't let the Professor taint the memory of it. Of course, we hadn't wanted to hurt our female. She was going to be ours for the rest of our lives and starting that relationship with pain was a bad idea. Surely our teacher understood that?
Klat.
"We failed one and passed one," Xil summarised. "What's next?"
"They'll take a look at all the reports we've submitted since we started the course. If our average grade means we've failed, there'll be a final interview with both us and the abductee...Trish. That could save us."
The captain looked grave. "Let's assume that we failed the reports too. That means that Trish's opinion could mean life or death for us. In a figure of speech, anyway. I guess the course doesn't matter as much, not now that the abduction was successful."
"True, but I still want to pass."
"Me too," he admitted. "It would feel like a failure if we don't. We can't do much about our own interviews, but we can make sure Trish only has the best to say about us. We need to make the mating a success. We've prepared well, but will it be enough?"
"We've got a large bed, lacy underclothes and recordings of human couples. We can also hold hands while lying on the bed to tick off another seduction strategy. Plus Matar is kissing her just now, that should count for a lot."
I wished it was me in Matar's position. I couldn't wait to feel her lips against my fangs, my venom dripping onto her tongue. Our ancestors' venom could be lethal, but what we were left now only had a slightly intoxicating effect, increasing positive emotions and sensations. Fanged Kardarians were highly prized prostitutes for that reason.
"Let's get changed," Xil said and produced a stack of black clothes. Those had to be the ones he'd made. I wasn't keen on wearing something when in bed with Trish, but if it was their tradition to wear damaged clothes, then so be it. Maybe she'd take pleasure in making the holes even bigger so she could access my cock.
I changed in record time, eager to be ready in case Matar and Trish joined us. I ended up wearing a black shirt than only covered the top half of my chest - and that only in pieces since holes and loose threads were too copious to count - and tight black leggings with one leg longer than the other. Again, Xil had made sure to add as many holes as possible without tearing the fabric into pieces.
His own outfit was similar, except that he wore shorts that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. One of his balls was clearly visible, while his two cocks strained against the fabric. Maybe we should provide Trish with some scissors to make it easier to unwrap us.
Xil left Matar's clothes by the door. He'd just have to get changed as quickly as possible once he got here.
While the captain went to get some drinks, including the water liquid Trish needed for survival, I chose one of my favourite human copulation videos. It had two males and one female in it. Hopefully, that wasn't too removed from tradition. I could have chosen a couple, but I thought this would make it more obvious to our female that all three of us wanted to get involved with her. We'd abducted her together and we'd mate her together. Maybe not all at the same time since she lacked the orifices for that.
Xil
When I returned to the bedroom, I met Matar and Trish in the corridor just outside. Her lips were red and swollen. Had Matar hurt her? If so, I'd punch him until his green skin turned blue.
She stared at me as if she hadn't seen me before. Had he taken her mind while kissing? Anger roared through me and I barely managed to hold onto the tray topped with four drinks.
