About Completely Alien
Author: Minerva Howe (aka Julia Talbot)
Word Count: 8900
Page Count (pdf): 31
ISBN: N/A – short story
Series: Planet Fantasy
Genre: Sci Fi/ Fantasy, BDSM
Date Published: July 12 2016
Publisher: Turtlehat Creatives
File Types available: pdf, epub, mobi
Space soldier John figures his favorite sexual fantasy is completely alien, and he would never tell anyone about it. When he retires, though, his squad all get together to buy him a weekend at the exclusive Planet Fantasy, a place where even the most private and bizarre dreams can come true. From the fancy rooms to his super-hot room steward Denis, John loves everything about the manmade planet, but will the reality of his fantasy live up to the fantasy he’s had all these years?
Warning: This is a m/m erotica story of about 8800 words featuring a space soldier, some aliens, and some very kinky uses of machines.
“Welcome to Planet Fantasy, sir.” A small, blue-haired alien with the most amazing mottled pink skin smiled at Sgt. John Decker, recently retired from the United Earth Military Forces, and scanned the wristband he’d been given when he’d boarded the transport shuttle. “It’s our pleasure to make your dreams come true.”
“Thanks.” John glanced around the shuttle station, relieved to see it was clean and comfortable and modern. He kinda expected it to be cheesy, maybe rundown. No, this place had it going on.
“The currency for your weekend has already been debited from your account. You’ll be shown to your private room, where you can relax and have a meal, if you like. We also have several restaurants, if you prefer.” Her monitor beeped and booped. “According to your preferences, I have assigned you a steward for the weekend. He should arrive shortly. Would you like to have a seat?”
She indicated a grouping of low-slung seating about ten feet away, so John grabbed his bag and made his way over to sit. His wristband caught his attention because it glowed green now, a little blue light blinking on it, as well. Activated, he reckoned.
Maybe ten minutes later, a young man arrived. Probably Earth issue, a few inches shorter than John, maybe ten years younger than his thirty-eight, this guy was stunningly beautiful. All tanned skin and golden hair. Ridged abs sported a tiny glory trail leading down into an itty bitty loincloth, which was his only covering.
“Sgt. Decker? Good afternoon. I’m Denis, your steward for the weekend. Shall I show you to your room?”
He’d come in early, his long weekend starting on Thursday night so he could have two days of fantasy played out. Sunday he would recover, then leave Monday morning with the other Earth-bound customers. He rose, and Denis grabbed his bag, leading the way. The loincloth barely covered Denis’ tight, hard-muscled ass, and God knew John would follow that anywhere. They really had taken his preferences into account.
“Did you have a pleasant flight?”
“It wasn’t bad at all. Hellacious better than military transport.” John grinned, thinking of his last trip past the moon. They’d hit some bumps when they did a gravity sling around the big rock instead of stopping at the way station there. Planet Fantasy, which was a man-made, terraformed space station more than a planet, was just a short hop from the moon, so they’d done things the easy way on this jaunt.
“I imagine so. How long were you in the military?” Denis had a pleasant, soothing voice, not too deep, and completely unaccented. Vid voice, they called it. Universal and easily understood.
“Twenty years. Just retired. All the guys in my cadre got together and bought me this experience.” He would never have spent the money to do this for himself, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“That was very kind of them. You’re going to love it here.”