This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a body of work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable child, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the changeling who `` plunge his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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holy person 's Alien Abduction ( mf, Mf, 1st, mc, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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holy man Deen opened her eyes to find herself lying on her back looking at a alloy roof. She sat up quickly, noting not only that she was in a strange elbow room she had never seen before, but that she was still wearing her cheerleader getup ... where had she been a few minutes ago ? pattern ? She could n't remember.

She stood up from the odd silver gray spongy mat she had been lying on and surveyed the way ... silver colored metallic element wall, about 20 foundation square ... a individual door and no windows.

'' Hello ? '' she called out. No answer. She had the feeling she was being watched.

Suddenly the door slid open and a large virile form was shoved into the room by some unobserved force. The threshold quickly slid closed behind him. He was ...

'' Max ? Oh my God ! '' Angel ran over to him as her senior high school schooltime schoolmate collapsed to the floor. His shirt was off but he was still wearing the lower half of his football uniform. She could n't avail but notice his muscly and hairless manscaped chest as she helped him stagger over to the mat.

The unseasoned man looked bemused. `` Max ? '' he asked. He looked down at himself. `` holy place shit ! ``

'' What 's ill-timed ? '' holy person asked, concerned.

Max looked up at her. `` I 'm in Max 's body ! This ... is ... awesome ! '' He beamed at her.

She took a step back. What the Hades was going on here ?

'' It 's ... Cassandra, right ? '' Max ( not Max ? ) asked.

She looked harm. `` No ... Angel ! '' Max knew who she was ... they had never dated or anything, but they flirted off and on.

'' No, backer 's blonde. Oh shit, did they do it to you, too ? '' Max got unsteadily to his feet and directed her to a burnished wall.

angel looked at her cheerleading rival Cassandra 's brass looking back at her from the musing airfoil. It could n't be ...

She reached back and untied her ponytail. sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored Earth's surface did the same, and brunet hair fell into her tune of quite a little. She took a handful to make sure ... yes, definitely Cassandra 's hair !

'' Oh my God ! '' Now she realized something that had been bothering her, but it had been a very lilliputian vexation compared to the giant one of being kidnapped and in a strange, unknown place. Her voice was n't quite compensate, but now she realized it was because it was Cassandra 's part !

Now it was her turn to sag onto the mat. `` Um ... um ... '' What the hell was happening here ?

Max knelt down beside her. `` Err ... I 'm Jerry Booth ... ''

'' Who ? ``

'' I ... tutored you in math earlier this year ? Our parents are champion from when they went to schooltime together ... we take several category together ... ''

Angel 's head was swimming. `` Oh ... sorry, Terry ... I 'm ... kinda fucked up right now. ``

'' Er ... Jerry ... ''

'' Whatever ... '' holy person looked at her arms and realized that they were n't quite right. She could see Cassandra 's darker arm hair's-breadth, and a freckle she herself did n't have on her forearm. She was in Cassandra 's body ! `` How ? ``

'' GREETINGS HUMANS ! ``

Angel screeched at the sudden auditory intrusion, which seemed to be coming from all around them.

The volume dropped : `` You have been chosen for an significant experimentation. We are not of your world, and have used our advanced technology to swop your primitive idea with two of your peer. '' The vocalism was oddly stilted.

'' Why would you do that ? ! '' holy man cried to the air. `` I want my own body back ! ``

'' Speak for yourself, '' she heard Max/whatshisname mutter.

'' You will be restored to your proper chassis sacque in due time, '' the strange vox continued. `` number 1, the experiment. ``

'' No ! You let us go now ! '' angel was on her feet by this gunpoint, shouting.

There was no response.

'' hi ? ! '' she called.

The voice continued, `` Using your borrowed dead body, you will do coitus. When you have both achieved culmination you will be freed. ``

Angel was confused. `` Perform ? I 'm not in the drama night club ! ``

Max ( or whoever ) snorted, and she looked at him. She did n't like the flavour on his borrow face as he leered at her.

'' copulation means sex, '' he said, matter-of-factly.

'' Oh ! '' She recoiled from him. `` No ! We wo n't ! '' she called out.

Again there was no response.

They waited. Still nothing.

'' Hello ? '' she once again called out to thin out air.

Terry ... no, Larry ? ... started to load his torso this way and that, tensing up his muscles.

holy man found it worriedly distracting. `` What are you doing ? ``

'' Testing my new body out, '' he replied. `` gold rush ! '' He flexed his weapon system, causing his biceps to bag in a sexy, masculine fashion.

Angel had always found Max sexy, so this was problematic. She could feel herself getting wet watching this geek strut around in her crush 's hot body like that. She tried to remember what the nerd 's real organic structure looked like ... skinny, limp brown hair, poor complexion ... ? It seemed right.

She needed to disquiet herself. `` So, um ... what is it like outside of this room ? '' She headed toward the door.

He paused. `` Oh ... there 's another room just like this one next door. I woke up and then something grabbed me and shoved me in here. ``

'' Did you see what it was ? '' She was examining the door now. It had no handle or any other way she could see of opening it.

He seemed amaze. `` No ... weird ... maybe the noncitizen have mind major power ? ``

The threshold had slid give and closed earlier. She tried pushing her manpower prostrate against the threshold and dragging sideways, but it would n't move.

Warm hands touched her shoulders and she jumped. Quickly twisting around, she whacked Not-Max 's hands away.

'' Hey ! I 'm just trying to serve, '' he said.

'' Trying to help yourself, '' she retorted. She examined the walls and came up with no ideas on how to get out of there. Finally, she plopped herself back down on the mat. Not-Max sat down next to her, too close.

She scooted her edge away from him a span of ft and crossed her arms. `` We 're going to wait. ``

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Time passed. Angel could n't order how long because she did n't have her phone but it seemed like a long time. Not-Max kept flexing and stretching, and she could n't help but look on, not only because she was attracted to his borrowed body, but because she was bored.

She wondered why her current body did n't palpate much different from her own, but Cassandra was another fit cheerleader, with a similar shape and physical structure type, which is one understanding why they were such bitter rivals. Then she had a thought. `` Hey, where 's my literal dead body ? '' she asked the ceiling.

A moment later one of the walls turned into a split blind, one half showing a skinny geek and the other showing herself !

She approached the screen. Their vis-a-vis were in similar elbow room, but disunite from each other.

'' buster ! '' the geeky-looking guy on the concealment shouted out to the air. `` dude ! ``

'Yep, that 's Max ,'angel thought. She looked at 'herself'.

'' Helloooo ... ! Do n't you know who I am ? '' Cassandra-in-her-body called out haughtily to nobody.

'Snooty bitch !'view Angel. Then she realized that half-naked Not-Max was right next to her, also watching the filmdom ... she could feel the heat from his torso and her arm pilus stood on end from the niggardness of him.

She was very horny, her very body was safe, and she was in command of stupid Cassandra 's. She realized that if she did what the aliens wanted and they were recording it, it would look like Cassandra was having sex with the geek in Max 's body, not her.

She turned to him. `` Do you have a condom ? ``

Not-Max patted his squiffy football gasp. No sack ... of course he didn't.

She was pretty trusted she was ovulating right now ... she did n't need to get pregnant ! Then she mentally kicked herself ... she was n't in her own body ! She would n't possess to manage about the consequences of unprotected sex ...

... but Cassandra would, after they switched back. Hmm ...

'' Okay, let 's do it, '' she said to her bloke capturer as she pushed him back to the squishy mat.

'' Really ? '' his aspect lit up as he sat back down.

She unfastened his pant and yanked them and his jock strap down, freeing his hard dick. She was print with the sizing ... she figured it was about 7 1/2 in, and nicely thick.

She unfastened her skirt and pulled her ( Cassandra 's ) soaking wet underwear down and off. Then she removed her top and bra, noting that Cassandra used the Same eccentric of bra she had, and their boobs were of a interchangeable size and shape. They really were a lot alike.

Not-Max 's center were bugging out at the sight of the sexy naked cheerleader. She climbed onto his lap and grabbed his putz, lining it up with her sex. In short order she was sinking her hot, wet pussy down onto the ( probably ) Virgin 's borrowed dick.

'' Oh shittt ... '' he gasped at the pleasurable sensation.

Angel was a footling disappointed. A rooster of that size of it would make been difficult to accommodate in her own organic structure but in Cassandra 's it felt like it was n't very big at all. The slut 's slit was probably all loose from fucking half the football squad, she figured.

She ground her hip into his to get some rubbing on her clit, and that helped. Soon she was bouncing up and down, getting a good rhythm method, and then ...

'' Uhhh ! Unhhh ! '' The inexperient geek in a stud 's body could take no more, and he started to go down on his lode inside her.

There was a moment of reflexive panic on her part, but then she remembered that it was Cassandra 's unprotected snatch that was getting that load of cum, not hers. `` Ha ! '' she snickered. `` Yeah, let it all out ! ``

The goober flopped onto his back and was done. Angel tried to keep the calendar method going but Not-Max pushed her off. 'Typical man ,'she thought.

'' Well ? '' she called out to the room. `` Put me back in my own torso ! ``

There was no response.

Not-Max spoke up. `` Um, I think they said we both had to 'reach completion'. ``

'' What does that have in mind ? '' Angel turned back to Barry ( terrycloth ? ) but he was n't on the mat anymore, even though she could ingest sworn that he was there a instant ago.

She felt a tap on her articulatio humeri and turned. He was on her early side, though still kneeling on the mat. How had he gotten there ?

'' You have to cum too, '' he said, turning her away and pushing her forward.

'' Whoa ! '' she called out as she landed on all 4. 'He suddenly got a lot more confident for soul who just had sex for the outset time ,'she thought.

She tried to get up but Not-Max clambered up behind her and grabbed her rosehip. She could experience the tip of his once again hard cock poking at her borrowed puss.

'' Okay, then ... '' She reached back and assisted the boy to riddle her again.

This new side was definitely more pleasurable. She bent forward Sir Thomas More to leave his dick to concern parts of her ( Cassandra 's ) vagina that had been neglected when she was riding him.

He grabbed her hips tighter and started to pound her hard.

'' Goddamn ! '' she cried out. She would never have thought the lilliputian twerp would have it in him !

Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting ready to fork over his second load of cum. She looked over at stupid Cassandra on the wall sieve, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her complete little body at that very second. She wondered if Cassandra was ovulating too ? That would explicate why she got so wet so easily.

There was already a payload of potent teenaged spermatozoan inside her, all those manly piffling bather searching for Cassandra 's defenseless egg. Another wave was coming ... she had taken health class, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that seminal fluid inside her, then that would present her the best fortune at getting her cheerleading competitor knocked up.

She was almost there ... almost ...

She imagined fit, thin Cassandra, her cheerleading outfit tight against her rounded belly, not understanding why she was gaining free weight even though she had a strict diet and regular exercise. She felt her ( Cassandra 's ) bosom swinging forward and back below her as Not-Max rammed into her, huffing as he got closer to his destination. She imagined those boobs as they got giving over the adjacent few months, filling up with Milk for her unexpected passenger ...

'' Unhh ! Arhh ! '' Not-Max cried out as he slammed his prick home.

Angel felt that dick expand inside her, and then a throbbing, spreading warmth. Then she came, hard. `` Ohhh ! Uaahhh ! Oh Goooodddd ... ''

Not-Max pulled out none-too-gently. Angel lost consciousness.

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'' So she ca n't pick up us anymore, Mr. Best ? ``

Bob Best pulled his underwear and pants back up. `` No, Jerry, she wo n't register anything until I give her the trigger musical phrase. ``

He surveyed the mutation equipment room, 20 feet satisfying, with no windowpane and a ace door. The prone blonde course of Angel Falls Deen was on a stack of wrestling matte, crouch forward with her butt in the air, two lots of strong spermatozoon soaking into her unprotected cervix.

Jerry handed the man a mountain of bills.

'' Pleasure doing business concern with you, Jerry, '' said Bob. fountainhead, the business of delight, he amended to himself.

Boche looked down at the insensate Angel. `` It 's ironical that I earned that money tutoring her, '' he said. `` She just never cared enough to recollect my gens. Well, we 've probably left her with something she 'll never blank out ! '' He paused for a mo, capturing the scene to memory, and then he turned and left the room.

Bob was quite gallant of the scenario he had concocted with Hun 's help and some pointed questions once they had managed to magnetise the sexy blonde cheerleader : an unknown abduction scenario to give everything an unreal timbre, her crushed leather on handsome football player Max, a bodyswap for Jerry with him, and her with her fierce challenger, all culminating into her desire to wound the other girl and not caring about the aftermath. Well, the outcome were hers now, and she was a literal art object of study so he did n't feel bad about it.

He had n't counted on Jerry shooting off so quickly, but some riotous thinking had him taking over `` Max 's body '' in her mind for some `` sloppy seconds '' in an otherwise rigorous teenaged pussy.

He pulled out his phone and took a few pics for his aggregation. Then he instructed Angel to block Boche and him, and to only remember the alien abduction as a dream.

After asking her to not open her optic until she counted to 100, he slipped from the room and her awareness.

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