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The walk home wasn’t too bad for Elliot. Despite it being the family business, the Builders lived a little bit far from the pizzeria. The drive often took no less than ten minutes on the road, but Elliot didn’t like taking the car all the time. He had found a shortcut not too long ago, through the woods that led to his block, that cut the walk time down by at least a good chunk of time. It was nice and isolated, letting Elliot take his time while going home from the closing shift.
He yawned a little, the ache in his feet becoming dull as he walked down the dirt path between all the trees and fauna. The sun had already set, leaving the woods to be a little darker than he wanted— but there wasn’t anything dangerous in these parts of town. He readjusted his bag on his shoulder, holding the strap with one hand.
It was late, and unfortunately for him, the walk had only begun. Maybe I should’ve taken the car today… or just called for a pickup… Elliot sighed, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He turned his head, looking down the path before he spotted a light.
There were no streetlights or any of that down the path, though. Was there maybe a late-night runner? Or biker? Elliot didn’t think much of it, only moving to the side, expecting someone to come whirling down the path. As he kept walking, though, the light didn’t come closer. If anything, Elliot was the one getting closer. He squinted, slowing down his steps. That’s… weird. He looked down the way, turning only when he could get a better, clearer view of what he was eyeing. It was off the path, which already was a warning, but Elliot couldn’t help but be curious.
Slowly, he slid from the path and down the hill towards the strange light. Passing by bushes and tree trunks, Elliot stayed a good distance away, but still close enough to get a good look at what he was curious about. Talk about weird.
Dug deep into the earth, there was a… UFO? Well, it was shaped like one. The cheesy kind from movies and basic alien plots. The light was coming from inside the spaceship, smoke slowly wafting from the outside. Elliot blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes. Seriously, he thought. This can’t be real. I must be dreaming, or seeing things!
Against his better judgment, Elliot slowly stepped closer, where the light reached. It couldn’t be real. Aliens weren’t real; everyone knew that. The spaceship looked real. Like— like it was made of real material. Real metal and glass and weird things that probably weren’t from Earth. It didn’t help to quell the worries in Elliot, but curiosity got the better of him.
He crept around the spaceship, inspecting it like he had any clue what it was. He turned around one of the edges, stepping over the grass and debris, before he heard a thud. Fear shot yo through his body like a cold wave of ice, making his breath get stuck in his throat. Shit. He really should’ve just gone home.
Frantically, Elliot made as quiet a quick escape as he could, turning around the shadow of the ship and trying to creep out through the other end of the back. Shit shit shit shit. He cursed himself mentally, trying to loop around to get out before he could get caught. Elliot poked his head from the side, trying to spot if there was anyone around. He couldn’t see anyone, which gave him a little bit of relief. He let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the side of the ship. He swallowed, looking side to side before turning around.
He kept his eyes on the ground before looking up, feeling fear spike through him like a bullet. He shrieked, seeing someone in front of him. He fell back onto the ground, scrambling back a few feet from the figure. He didn’t even get a good look at them, still hidden in the shadows. He was a good few meters away from the figure now, but he was still terrified. Fuck. Am I gonna die? Elliot fretted, trying to think of how he could get out of this. Before he could, however, he saw the figure step forward.
They were slow, sluggish almost. Once they fully stepped out of the shadows, Elliot could see more clearly as he tried to get onto his feet and get the hell out. The figure that stood in the moonlight was big. Elliot nervously staggered to his feet, backing a few steps away. The person— or, what at least had the shape of a person- stepped even closer. “Uh… hey there…” Elliot nervously spoke, watching the other tilt their head to the side. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when they curled inwards and held his stomach. Elliot pursed his lips, watching. “Are you— uh. Are you okay?” Elliot asked. Against his better judgment, he stepped closer. It was weird and strange and totally not safe, but a part of him would feel even worse if he just let someone be in pain here of all places.
He got closer, so did the other person. “Ah.. are you okay? Listen, I don’t mean any harm, I—“
“Whoa, whoa!” Elliot shook his head, trying to brace for the fall as the much bigger figure practically toppled him to the ground. “Holy shit-“ he breathed, falling back onto the grass. The alien made a whimpering sound, shuffling up on Elliot’s legs right before sitting atop his pelvis. The alien was big. He had a purple shirt on with a black and white explosion on the front, only covered by a big dark purple hoodie. His pants were old grey joggers, pulled down at the back to let his tail wag feverishly behind him. “Hey, hey! Please, I’m not interested in getting probed, or something!” Elliot frantically pleaded, watching as the alien slowly leaned down, hands sliding up to his shoulders. He could see the way that his two little antennae twitched a little, a soft pout on his green face.
He leaned down a little, the solid press of big, wide thighs pressing down on Elliot’s sides to the slow sink of a heavy middle dipping into Elliot’s chest. Elliot swore he was about to die. He didn’t even have time to think about whether the alien that was trapping him on the ground was attractive or not, seeing as they had a heavy, dark blush coating their cheeks.
The alien’s hands slowly moved to the grass beneath Elliot, gripping at the dewy strands and subconsciously plucking them out with the sheer power of his hands. Elliot swallowed nervously, unsure what to do. Was the alien just going to… keep doing that? Kneading at the ground like a cat? He looked around, trying to think about anything that wasn’t the alien’s whimpering. Were they in pain? Or was this some sort of alien language?
“Um…” Elliot started, watching the antennae twitch. “Are you… okay?” He asked sheepishly, hoping that those words didn’t seal his fate. The alien looked at him, blinking a few times behind his little glasses. Then, he moved. Elliot felt his throat close up like he was dying when the alien slowly rolled his hips against Elliot’s pelvis. He swallowed a strangled sound, hearing the alien make a pleased, almost comforted noise. Then, he did it again. The alien seemed to like rolling his hips up against Elliot, slowly pushing down every once in a while before speeding up, then slowing down. Elliot felt the tingle of pleasure shoot down his spine each time the alien ground down on him, making him huff out breathy moans while the alien kept rolling his hips on his now-hardening and clothed cock.
“Ah… shit…” Elliot hissed, hips jerking up involuntarily as the alien yipped at the movement. Elliot looked up, seeing the alien looking at him with four eyes this time, all wide and waiting. “You-“ he nervously swallowed. “You like that?” Elliot asked. The alien cocked his head to the side before nodding frantically. So they can understand English, alright…
Elliot sighed, but his relief wasn’t there for long. It was quick to be replaced with the feeling of another shot of pleasure, making him groan at the contact. The alien kept grinding down on him, chasing his own pleasure while Elliot got his. After a few more minutes of the slow grinding, the alien slowed and stopped with a halt. Elliot looked up, his mind beginning to fog as he watched the alien slowly bend down and land on top of him. He was heavy, that was certain, but Elliot had no idea what he was now doing. The alien got off of Elliot, the other finally being able to see the prominent wet spot between the alien’s legs. Oh. Elliot felt his face go tomato red as he realized the situation. No, the alien was not going to probe him. The alien wanted Elliot to probe him.
Wait. Was it even probing? The alien clearly wanted something sexual from Elliot, yet Elliot was still unsure about his motives. Crash landing in the middle of the woods and jumping on the first human he saw, it really was strange. “Uh…” Elliot sat upright, feeling the strain in his pants as he wanted the aliento to begin to tug at their own clothes. “Do you have a name, buddy?” Elliot heard the alien respond with something squeaked out and breathy, beginning to try and pull his joggers down as he shimmied them off his wide hips. Elliot could only watch as his mouth went dry, seeing the soft, green, and patterned skin reveal itself from beneath the grey pants. His thighs were huge, no doubt. There was a little bit of overhang of his belly that covered some of his pelvis, chubby fingers beginning to fiddle with his hoodie. The poor thing looked desperate to remove his clothes, pulling and tugging at them to take them all off. Elliot swallowed. The alien was hot; he won’t deny.
For a moment, he let his mind wander. Did aliens have weird biology like everyone said they did? His eyes flickered between the alien’s legs. Strangely enough, it looked soft and almost nonexistent, save for the weird… tentacle-like appendage that flicked like it was alive. There was a mound, from what Elliot could see. Freaky. Strangely, though, Elliot wasn’t turned off by it. If anything, it only added to the arousal. He hadn’t gotten up from the ground, not only because his boner was painfully obvious against his jeans. He could see the prickling of tears at the corners of his eyes, the almost pained sounds coming from the alien. It snapped him out of his thoughts, making him turn to the creature. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, trying to move in a way that didn’t make his boner worse. The alien said something unintelligible to Elliot, pants on the grassy floor before falling to his knees. Whoah, calm down, uh…” He swallowed, kneeling in front of the alien. The moment he did, the alien practically threw himself onto Elliot, trying to get as close as he could. Elliot staggered on his knees, feeling the alien’s chubby hands gripping at his clothes.
He could feel his belly pressing up against him, while his legs spread as they tried to rub up against Elliot’s boner from the front. He hissed at the contact, cheeks flushing with color. “Fuck…” He groaned, hands finding their way to the alien’s fat hips. He took an experimental squeeze, feeling the soft flesh mold and form under his palms. Were all aliens this big? He rubbed slow circles into the pudge before he tried to pull back to look at the alien. “I know you’re needy, I’ll help, but you gotta let me go so I can get my fly down.” He chuckled a little, trying to reassure the alien before hearing a long, loud whine, followed by the alien shakily pulling away.
Elliot made sure to keep to that promise of helping, his hands immediately flying to undo his belt and zipper before shoving his pants and boxers down enough to let his cock spring free. The alien made an excited noise, hands clasped together with that deep, dark green blush tinting their cheeks. He must’ve been as excited as Elliot, then. “Alright… do you… need to be prepped?” Elliot asked bashfully, unsure of how the whole alien biology thing worked. The alien merely shook his head, slowly crawling closer to Elliot before a hand curled around his shaft. Elliot sucked in a breath, letting out a strangled moan at the contact. The alien seemed to pick up on that, moving his hand up and down while rocking his own hips against the forest floor. The pleasure was intense, Elliot admitted to himself. He’s jerked himself off before, but never once has anyone ever done it for him.
The alien continued, watching as Elliot’s cock throbbed to life, mouth watering at the sight. He mumbled something Elliot didn’t understand, slowly removing their hand right as Elliot was about to bust. He looked at the alien, almost a little surprised. It was only when he saw them flop onto the ground like a kitty did he realize what the alien wanted. His legs slowly spread, chubby hands hooked under plump, pudgy thighs to pull them apart even further to reveal a wet, glistening pussy, throbbing with need. The tentacle dick stood proudly, dribbling a weird, purple substance from the tip as if inviting Elliot to come and get inside him. Elliot’s mouth went dry. Oh yeah. In the name of science, I’m doing everyone a favor tonight.
He wasted no time getting closer, watching the alien’s tail begin to wag wildly. The alien made some more noises, practically begging Elliot to put his dick in him. Elliot swallowed, hands placed on the hips of the alien before letting his cock rest at their entrance. The alien made a high keen, hands covering his face as he tried to entice Elliot further in. Elliot could feel the entrance was wet, almost akin to a slimy feeling. Elliot slowly pushed in, feeling how tight the alien was.
The said alien was practically screeching now. He was thrashing around, trying to suck Elliot in deeper. “Relax, big guy, I’ve got you,” Elliot murmured, teeth gritting as he finally reached the hilt. He stayed there for a few seconds, letting both him and the alien adjust. He could see the soft bulge of his dick in their overly chubby belly, but on the inside, he could feel something hard resting just above where his dick was. He slowly pulled out, beginning to thrust as he tried to figure out what he was feeling between the bursts of pleasure and the moans the alien was making. His hands moved from his hips to the alien’s tummy, pressing down to feel something sloshing inside. It took Elliot a minute to realize what he was feeling, the dots finally connecting.
Eggs. The alien had eggs in him. It was equally weird as it was hot, making Elliot move his hands back to his hips. So the alien had eggs. No wonder he was so protective of his middle when Elliot first found him. And then no wonder he was so eager to start fucking when he saw Elliot wasn’t a threat. As Elliot continued to thrust, the alien’s hands flailed for something to hold onto. Eventually, their hands found their way to Elliot’s shirt, grabbing onto him and pulling him down to latch onto. Elliot was pressed tight against the alien’s body, still trying to thrust in and out of the creature’s pussy. He could feel the slimy appendage between them squirming around. It was a weird feeling, but he didn’t even register it from how good everything else felt. “You’re doing well,” Elliot praised between grunts. The alien replied with a loud yip, legs locking around Elliot’s back to pull him in deeper. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Elliot said, pressing a kiss to the alien’s neck before trailing up to his lips.
The alien seemed to be pleased by the action, kissing back gingerly as if he wasn’t quite sure how to do it properly. Elliot kept thrusting in, plowing the alien into the grass with grunts and moans, while the alien let out shrill noises of pleasure. His tail kept thumping wildly against the ground, keeping Elliot locked in place with his plump thighs around the smaller frame of the pizza maker. Elliot’s hips rolled forward, making the thrust hit even deeper than before. The alien’s nails scraped over Elliot’s back, leaving deep red marks in his wake.
The alien’s expression was one of the few things Elliot could understand. He looked blissed out, cheeks heated and eyes watering with pleasure. Every slick pulse, every shift, pressed him closer to Elliot, trying to curl in and hold onto Elliot like a lifeline. He kept on shifting his hips, grinding that soaked, slick pussy wide around Elliot’s shaft.
The two stayed like that for a little while, Elliot still thrusting up while the alien ground himself down on Elliot with high chirps. At some point, it was rather messy how the two were fucking. Elliot kept letting the other ride him, pressing him down to the hilt, while the alien kept trying to chase that fleeting pleasure with a hand furiously rubbing at his engorged clit that was tucked neatly under his tentacle appendage. The alien squirmed, the slow grind making him dizzy. His pussy clenched down on Elliot hard. “Ah ah… You close?” Elliot murmured into his ear, thrusting into him more frantically if it was the key to seeing that he was also close to his climax. Their only answer was a needy grind of his hips, soft, needy heat between his thighs begging to be filled. “Gonna… need uff— something verbal, handsome…” Elliot grunted, thrusts becoming uneven. The alien let out a loud chirp, pulling Elliot in even tighter as if he was trying to trap him in his hold.
Elliot thrust in one final time to still himself inside of the other, sealing it with a kiss. The alien’s voice broke into a desperate cry as his body gave in, climax tearing through him like an explosion. Elliot, however, didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He ground into him, groaning against his neck as he emptied himself inside, making the alien hum with pleasure.
After a few minutes of staying like that, breaths mingling in the cold night air, the alien collapsed onto Elliot, chest heaving, sweat dampening his dark green hair. His thighs were trembling, his pussy was a swollen mess that wouldn’t stop dripping. The ground under both of them was ruined, stained with slick and cum, and his belly felt heavy and full. He was sprawled against the grass, pulling Elliot down with him like an oversized stuffed animal. Elliot felt the cool air hit his overheating body like a blessing.
Did I seriously just fuck an alien? The question bounced around in his head as he turned over to look at said alien. I don’t even know his name. Is this what a one-night stand feels like? He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Uh…” He started, swallowing. “Y’got a name?” What a dumb fucking question to ask. Elliot already regretted it the second he said it, letting his head fall to the grass. He felt the alien shuffle a little, bringing his hands to Elliot’s face. He was holding up seven fingers before pointing to himself. “…Seven?” The alien nodded vigorously. “Cute name.” Elliot chuckled, turning to face Seven.
Before he closed his eyes, Elliot sat upright. “Shit—“ He cursed, bringing a hand to his head. “I have to get home.” How late was it now? It had to be past midnight; his dad and sister must be worried sick. Seven looked at him, sitting up slowly. Elliot looked at him, swallowing. Could he even leave him alone? He’d feel bad, for one, but he couldn’t just leave him here.
“Uh… Sev… I have to go. My family will worry about me if I don’t go home. Are you fine on your own? You can make it back home, right…?” He had no clue about anything that Seven needed to do or why he was on Earth at all. Seven blinked, looking at his ship, then at Elliot. He then pointed to Elliot, then at himself, then he pointed two fingers at the path. “Wait—“ Elliot stopped, shaking his head. “You want to go home with me?“ Seven nodded vigorously at the answer. Elliot swallowed, scratching the back of his neck.
“Ah… how would I ever tell my dad…?”