The Alien's Pet [Exhibitionism]

Mark had always been into pet play in his own way. Even as a little kid, he often wondered what it would be like to run around, naked and free with all of your needs met and the only thing you had to give in exchange was your love, affection, loyalty, and company. If you ever asked him he was a furry, however, he’d vehemently deny it. He’d never once considered putting on a fur suit or perusing yiff boards. Okay, except for those couple of times when he was curious, but after that no more. That wasn’t the lifestyle for him.

What he did enjoy were the videos he’d find online of large breasted women walking barely clothed men down the street, the men on all fours and on a leash. Mark would touch himself to these videos, imagining himself as one of the men at the end of a leash, accompanying his mistress for walkies.

As someone who still lived with his family in small conservative rural town, though, he knew that it was social suicide to act on these urges now. No one among his friends or family would ever accept this dark fantasy of his. They couldn’t. To surrender that level of control to someone else was just unimaginable to them. And of course, they’d misunderstand and call him a furry, too.

That didn’t stop him from trying, however. On days that Mark was off work, Mark would explore the woods outside of town, find a secluded area that no one ever visited and strip completely. He would put on a dog collar, complete with a tag that he had embossed with his name on it, and a leather fetish dog mask to hide his identity. He would then run around and do all of the things that he’d be able to do if he could truly be free: play, get dirty, and touch himself all while surrounded by nature and completely free of civilization’s expectations of him. Well, except for one: he still brought a roll of toilet paper and some wipes with him. He wasn’t a neanderthal.

No one ever wondered what he was doing out there, and no one else explored the woods. Everyone in his town preferred to stay indoors where there was air conditioning and video games. Why would they ever want to leave? As much as Mark scoffed at their lifestyle choices, he never did so to their faces. The last thing he needed was someone who recognized him finding him out there like that. A leather mask could only do so much.

Lately, Mark had been sneaking out at night for an extra thrill. During the witching hour, when all the world was asleep, Mark would leave his home and visit places he’d never dare to in the daytime. Walking the same places that he’d visit clothed during the day in almost nothing at night made him feel even more alive than ever.

It was during one of these midnight excursions that it happened. Mark had heard stories, of course, of it happening to other people, but he never dreamed that it’d happen to him. It beggared belief, these tales were so outlandish. But it happened to Mark all the same:

He was ****.

One moonlit night, Mark was streaking through what was considered “downtown” for his little burg. What it really was was just a brick road square with a bunch of buildings from the thirties facing towards it. It hardly even counted as a city block. As he was crossing the street, all while trying to avoid the gaze of the security cameras that he’d scouted out during weeks prior, a beam of light shot out from the heavens, centered on and blinding him. He tried to locate its source, his brain trying to rationalize what was happening by telling him that he must be in the spotlight of a police chopper, but Mark immediately dismissed that. There was no way the cops would waste that kind of resource on a pervert like him. Just as he thought that, Mark felt his feet leave the pavement. He looked down to see the earth rapidly retreating from him, or at least that’s what it felt like because he had no feelings of inertia at all. He barely had any time to ponder what was happening before he found himself no longer outside, but in a cold and clinically spartan white room.

“Do not panic,” a cool woman’s voice said. It sounded off, somehow, like an an AI’s approximation of what human inflections sounded like, “You have been chosen for a unique program.”

From there, the rest of Mark’s night was a blur. He was stripped of what little clothing he had, cleaned, administered several shots, cleaned again, given a meal that looked like it came from a fast food commercial, and cleaned yet again. Eventually he was led to a room with a bed and was encouraged to sleep. When it was detected that he was having problems doing so, a sweet-smelling gas was released into the room and he went out like a light.

When he awoke, there was someone in the room with him, petting his head affectionately. He startled the rest of the way awake to see that last night was not a dream and he’d really been **** by aliens. Said alien explained what had happened in a soothing voice. Again, it sounded just a little off and her words didn’t match the movement of her mouth from behind the mask she was wearing. It was like watching a dub of an old Godzilla movie, and the dub was done by a vocaloid.

Her name was Narta, and she had been searching the cosmos for a new kind of animal to domesticate when she had stumbled upon Earth. After taking some time to examine its civilization and people, she had decided that humans were perfect for her program, and so she chose several unique specimens from around the globe who were the most free of genetic defects, were relatively perfect physical specimens for their sex, and already had the mental preparedness to undergo domestication.

It was hard for Mark to...well, not get hard from hearing all of this. In a way, this had been what he always wanted: to surrender his control to an owner that would take care of all of his needs, and in exchange he could live a life free of worry! He agreed to become part of her program almost immediately.

Mark couldn’t tell what Narta’s expression was behind her mask, but he could tell from whatever machine was translating her words that she was very pleased. He was taken to another room where he had his left ear pierced and a tag with alien language written on it hung from the freshly made piercing. Surprisingly, not only did it not hurt, but it also healed almost immediately, so there was hardly any bleeding.

Afterwards, Mark was lead to a room that resembled a park on Earth. If any of the plants or trees weren’t real, Mark had no way of telling. They looked and felt real. In the center of the park, there was a playground, sized for adults and there were already several other fellow humans making good use of it facilities. Much like Mark, they were all nude and had tags hanging from their left earlobes.

They all waved and introduced themselves, some of them being dubbed over by whatever had been translating Narta. Probably because they’d been **** from other parts of the world. Mark was surprised at just how comfortable the atmosphere was here. Maybe it was because everyone here was nude and had similar fantasies to Mark, but no one was embarrassed or tried to hide their bodies. If anything, it was the opposite! The women kept flaunting their breasts and buttocks for the men of the group while the guys let their arousal be plainly seen. Eventually, though, Mark had to address the elephant in the room.

“So we’re all here, naked, and given everything we could possibly need,” Mark started, “We’ve all pretty much admitted that we’ve had fantasies of something like this, and we’re clearly all horny…”

Mark paused to see if anyone was going to stop him from completing his thought, but when nobody spoke up he decided there was nothing to be lost from saying it, “So what’s stopping us from doing it like they do on the Discovery channel?”

Most everyone present flushed, and Mark smiled apologetically, feeling like he had finally succeeded in planting his foot firmly into his mouth, but then he was approached by a woman with curly red hair and freckles aplenty who replied in a thick Irish accent, “Y’know what, boyo? I’ve been wonderin’ the same damn thing meself.”

She then dropped to her knees and began sucking Mark off in front of everyone else. At first everyone acted surprised, but then slowly looked around sheepishly. Isn’t this what they wanted? It was almost as if Mark’s question had broken the final spell that social conventions held over them and they began to give themselves over to their primal instincts and lust.

A well-endowed black man lined himself up behind the Irish woman and entered her already moist slit, spit-roasting her between Mark and himself. Other people began touching themselves or paired up with others. Mark paid them no mind as he thrust into the Irish woman’s mouth.

She pulled herself away from Mark and jerked him off, several lines of spittle still linking her orifice to his shaft. She looked up at him defiantly and said, “I can still feel you holdin’ back, boyo. I want you to take whatever little voice inside yer head that’s telling you to be nice and not hurt me and tell it to shove its opinion up its own arse! Fock my face like yer focking life depends on it!

“And you!” She turned to address the man currently pounding her from behind, “I want you to rearrange my guts! I don’t want to be able to walk for an hour after we’re done, and don’t you dare think of pulling out! I better be focking knocked up before this is over, or I’ll be focking pissed!”

The two men’s eyes met for a moment and a silent agreement passed between them. Mark then turned back to her and only said, “Yes, Ma’am,” before grabbing her hair and forcing his full length down her throat with wild abandon. She gagged on him over and over again, and tears began to stream down her face. Mark felt like a piece of humanity had died just then, but the look that she was giving him only aroused him all the more. She wanted to be taken like this. Meanwhile, the man behind her was thrusting so hard into her, Mark could feel the impact of their hips on her tongue.

Mark felt himself growing close, and a voice in the back of his head told him that he should wait for her to cum, but he did just as she told him, and told the voice to go fuck itself by unloading his spunk down her throat. He let go of her when he was done, and she coughed and gasped, “That’s what I’m talking about, boyo!”

Mark stumbled back and basked in the afterglow of the primal sex even as the black man grabbed the Irish woman’s arms to impale her further on his massive cock. Mark played with his sex-stained dick as he watched, not really caring who saw him. Although he did have one question, “Is there a toilet around here, or should I pick a tree?”