On the Heather

Heather looked around, for all the good that did. She knew better than to come out on the moors when the evening mists were rising and this was exactly why. Visibility went to a close approximation of zero and all the blasted tracks looked the same. As a result, she was less than a mile from home and totally lost.

She could say it was Elspeth's fault, but knew it was hers. She's the one who'd screwed herself up to tell her best friend that she wanted her fanny (note to Americans: in the UK, fanny = pussy) and Elspeth had just reacted like a normal girl should. Heather was the one who ran out in tears and now had to deal with the worry that Elspeth would tell everyone Heather was a fruit.

She'd cried herself out on the moors and hadn't been paying attention to where she was going. Now it was dark and all she could see was fog and the vague shadows of the nearest bushes. Even so, she'd catch her **** if she stayed out here on a chill November evening. At least there was no snow.

Some kind of airplane must have flown over, but the light that whitened the mist did nothing to improve visibility. She watched the ground carefully; the last thing she needed was to trip over something and sprain an ankle.

On the third step she bumped into something in the path. She started and looked up into a pair of huge almond-shaped eyes. She recoiled and turned to run, only to be greeted by another pair.

I should be screaming, thought Heather, but aside from the sudden fright I don't feel scared. That sounds stupid.

She looked carefully at the woman in front of her. She was definitely a woman; her knockers weren't huge, but they were there. She had huge eyes, and a tiny button nose and a slit for a mouth. No ears, which she could tell because the woman was bald. She was also starkers, or wearing some kind of skin-fitting catsuit. That was more likely because Heather couldn't see any nipples.

The woman behind her gently clasped Heather's shoulders while the one in front moved in. They were both very tall, enough so that Heather's face was pressed into the front woman's bosom. That's when the strange thought formed in her mind.

I wish to copulate with you. As do I.

The thoughts sounded the same, but she could tell they came from different minds, neither of which was hers. A tiny part of her mind said she should run, but her body refused to listen. The girl behind Heather unclasped her cloak while the one in front tugged one end of her scarf, causing it to slither seductively around her neck. Then the girl in front lifted her peasant top and the one behind removed her brassiere, using her thick fingers to gently stroke Heather's breasts. She gasped in a deep breath as her rapidly-firming nipples were stroked and squeezed.

The front woman gently kissed her at various spots on the front of Heather's torso, each time tickling her sensitive flesh with a tiny tongue. Her back got the same treatment from the girl who was still playing with her nips. Heather's hands slid along the woman in front's torso, caressing every inch and eventually giving soft squeezes to the woman's featureless breasts.

I should be running for my life, thought Heather as the woman behind her unbuttoned her skirt. The woman in front kiss-licked down her front, pausing to explore heather's navel with her tongue while her hands slid Heather's knickers down to where they fell free on their own. Heather giggled at the tickle.

The girl behind her lightly kissed Heather's arse, causing her to moan in pleasure. Strong arms grasped her sides from behind and lowered her while the woman in front lifted her feet of the ground. She was lowered into the girl behind's lap. Two little somethings between the woman's legs started teasing Heather's dripping fanny while the girl in front removed her shoes and socks.

The woman behind kissed Heather's shoulders and went back to gently kneading her bosoms while the other leaned down and gently flicked her tongue across Heather's mound. This lasted for a minute or two before she pulled away and tugged Heather forward.

She ended up face-to fanny with the girl in front; the thing before her looked more like a flower than a pussy, except that two small tentacles or rushes were reaching toward her. She leaned in and kissed the tips, which became firm and stiff like... nipples? The girl opened her hips and thrust her pelvis up; at very close proximity the center of her flower smelled like honey. Heather began stroking the flower with her nose while continuing to suck and lick the tentacle-nipples.

The woman she was giving lingus to reached down and clasped Heather's breasts, kneading them firmly and pleasantly. The other girl pressed on the base of Heather's spine, causing her cunt to grind against the girl's flower. Viscous and sticky fluid mixed with Heather's own juices in a pleasantly warm wet squelch. Then a thick finger entered her.

It stroked the front of her vagina in just the right spot. Heather reached up to stroke the girl whose cunny she was sucking and found a gap, which she slid two fingers into. The opening was full of the girl's sticky-sweet honey. Her free hand moved down and found the honey-slot of the other girl, which made the grinding even more intense.

Heather began to see images, some from her past and some from the aliens'. They were from a small planet orbiting the star humans called Epsilon Eridanus, and their entire species had both male and female organs. They were telepathic, sharing mind and experience through flower-to-flower contact; it wasn't as easy with a human but it was possible, as Heather could attest to. Their term for orgasm was Moment of Unity, which Heather wondered about...

Heather's eyes opened wide as understanding of the universe entered her. The physical and emotional trembling shock of her own orgasm combined with a mystical sense of everything washing over and through her. She wasn't a separate person, she was a part of the grand variety of life with everything on Earth and on the aliens' planet and on the hundreds of inhabited planets in the galaxy. She could even see the inhumanly perfect woman with the surprised look on her face and the mushroom stem up her snatch and ... well, everything!

She prayed for the moment to last but it was over too soon. She lay between the two women trembling, reveling in the scent of the alien cunny-honey covering her face and filling her mouth and flowing inside her vee. There was a tingling sensation inside her pussy and her mouth; she thought it was the perfect afterglow until the second orgasm.

This one wasn't like the first ubergasm; it was purely physical, only with a heightened intensity on her still-tender nervous system. She could also feel... seeds.

She should have been upset that the aliens had both impregnated her, one in her mouth and one in her pussy, but she couldn't be. She wasn't pregnant in the normal sense, she was being transformed. It matched the feelings that had brought her onto the moor; she would no longer be quite human, nor would she be completely alien. She hesitated to use the word goddess, but maybe that was appropriate. Reality would bend to her will, but only with difficulty. Heather noticed when the two aliens were caught up by the retrieval beam from their saucer, but didn't mind. She walked over to where Eris was, sat in the goddess's lap, and kissed her.