Out of this World - Part 3 [Sexy Alien Space Babe TG]

Commissioned Anonymously 

Part 1: Change

Chapter 3

“Ah, smell that fresh station air.” Raymond grinned as the gangplank lowered, “Half oil, half bad humanoid smell.”

Mal wrinkled his nose. 

“You and I have very different ideas of what a good smell is.” 

“Frankly, after an extended trip stuck in that box, any air that isn't refiltrated smells good,” Zara replied.

“Actually, since this is a moon station, the air here would have to be filtered too, although there is a lot more of it-”

“Yes, Kris. We know. It’s the vibes, okay?”

The group of them walked down the gangplank and took in the sights; though the docking yard looked the same as any other, they knew only a few floors above was an adult playground; clubs, bars, entertainment centres…and a thriving grey and black market. The bottles hidden away in his bag felt heavier than usual and Mal watched as Zara frowned at the manifest. Two bottles worth of lost product wasn't a lot, but it added up. Mal bit the inside of his cheek; they were still well in the green; he didn't need to feel bad about it! 

“Come on! Let’s go to the Crater Club!” Kris trilled, “The dancers there are to die for.” 

“You all go ahead. I might sit it out this trip.” Zara said glumly, “I’ll save my credits for maintenance.”

“Oh, come on, it’s a few hundred creds lost, we still delivered most of the bottle!” Raymond argued. “It can’t have impacted us that bad.”

“Plus the damage fee and the fact that the importer probably won't work with us again.” Zara pressed her lips into a thin line, and Mal’s stomach knot grew tighter. 

“Is losing just two bottles really bad enough to get you blacklisted?” He asked.

“Look around, Mal.” Zara waved an arm at the massive docking bay. “There are too many ships and not enough jobs. You break cargo, people will want to work with somebody else with a clean record, and they’ll never be wanting.”

“...Oh.”

“Come on, let’s stop being glum and go have fun! Enough of it that Dr. Crylix has to pump our stomachs later tonight!” Raymond cheered and Zara smiled a little. 

They made their way together up to the main thoroughfare and for a minute, Mal felt at home. Hundreds of people were milling about the entertainment district, a crowd to melt into; this was where he belonged, not on a spaceship. Or at least, this was where he used to belong. A sense of unease settled over him as they walked; people were looking at him. Some tried to be covert, while others looked him up and down hungrily like a piece of meat. His clothing wasn’t even that provocative, a standard jumpsuit that, granted, he did have unzipped relatively low to allow his breasts to air. He’d discovered the hard way that having it zipped up even halfway resulted in more sweat than was comfortable. 

It didn’t help that his hips had a natural sway that made his round ass jiggle a bit with every step. He tried to straighten them out but it was hopeless. His body just had a natural sway to it; as did his tendrils, which he was struggling to stop brushing strangers on the way past. He could have been wrong, but Mal suspected a few of them even intentionally reached out to touch them. Did that count as copping a feel? He had no idea if as a Sedun that was considered offensive. He had planned to excuse himself and go find a shady corner to sell the wine, but it didn’t look like that plan would work at all. Everybody had their eyes on him; there was no way he could make a discreet deal when he was this sexy. 

Mal felt something tingling in his feet and tendrils as they wandered: bass. Music thumped as they turned into a sector entirely devoted to clubs. Raymond cheered at the sight, and an idea occurred to Mal: clubs were a perfect place for him to sell the spirits. No doubt, some dealers would be out selling all kinds of drugs. They wouldn’t say no to some strong stuff off the books.
 “Let’s go to this one,” Mal suggested, picking the most crowded-looking club. Despite the early hour, the line was halfway out the door.

“It’s popular, that’s for sure.” Kris replied.

“And there is probably a reason for it, let’s go find out.” Mal grinned, “The more people, the better his chances of being able to slip away. 

After waiting in line for what felt like an age, they finally walked inside, and Mal felt his mind briefly overwhelmed. It was a sea of neon and smoke machines, cage dances performed at the edge of the dance floor and lights flashed and dazzled the eyes. His body was hit with that distinctive heat wave that all clubs had, generated from hundreds of bodies all writhing against one another in an enclosed space. And the emotions, oh, there were so many. It was like a solid wave of lust, ecstasy, excitement, joy, heartbreak and at least a dozen others. 

“Are you okay?” Zara asked, laying a gentle hand on Mal’s elbow. “You look a bit…overstimulated.”

“I’m fine.” Mal croaked, trying to focus inward and reign in his empathy. “I might just get a drink before joining you on the dance floor.”

The others disappeared toward the neon dance floor while Mal looked around the club, looking for a shadowy corner or bathroom where a dealer might be found. He sidled up to the bar and winced as his lower breasts squashed against the wood but managed to order a drink despite the crowd. It was only after he’d taken a sip that he realised the bartender didn't charge him, the man had been so distracted looking at him he’d forgotten to ask. Mal smiled against the rim of his glass; he’d have to remember that little trick and try again later. He could get used to free drinks for life just for looking pretty. 

Mal turned to see another Sedun woman smiling at him from one of the cages as she danced. She wore a sparkling bikini over both chests and a matching skirt that barely covered her modesty and her tendrils almost brushed the floor. Every finger was coated in rings and gems that reflected the lights from her bioluminescent hair; for the first time since his transformation, Mal felt plain. She was utterly gorgeous and her body almost seemed to flow through the air. Her movements were almost hypnotic; the other dancers may as well have been invisible. Mal was so captivated himself that he didn’t notice the man approaching until he was leaning drunkenly into his side.

“Hey, babe.” He grinned, the wave of lust that came off him was intense, Mal felt his body respond, growing heat between his legs despite his disgust at the man’s greasy hair. 

“Hi.”

“So…how do you wanna do this?” The man grinned, “You, Sedun are always ready to go right? Free love and all that, I am very into that lifestyle myself.”

“God, you really think you’re hot shit, don't you?” Mal sneered, “Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound right now?”

The man’s demeanour changed instantly; he looked flabbergasted at first, then embarrassed.

“I…I thought-”

“No, I don’t think you did.” Mal hissed, hating his own body for feeling turned on. “Fuck off.”

The man wandered away, metaphorical tail between his legs and Mal huffed in frustration. Never in his life did he think being hot would be so much trouble. 

“It’s rough, ain’t it, darling.” The voice was smooth, almost sensual and oddly familiar; it sounded like him. 

Mal turned to see the same Sedun woman who had been performing in the cage when they first walked in. She was smiling at him curiously and stepped right into his personal space. It was his first time seeing another of his new species since the change, and it felt odd; he could sense the woman’s emotions flowing from her tendrils to his as they instinctually brushed against one another. In an instant, he knew her intentions; she was flirting, looking for a good time, curious about the Sedun before her and utterly confused by the mishmash of emotions he was inadvertently sending her way. 

“Sorry, I’ve never…I’m not very good at talking to other Sedun.” He admitted.

“How can that be?” She cocked her head to the side, her curiosity grew.

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, or maybe it was just that he was sick of the secret, but Mal felt compelled to speak.

“I was a human a few weeks ago, there was an…accident with a strange drug. Now I am Sedun, and female to boot.”

“We’re all female, honey.” She giggled. “I wouldn’t believe it if you were any other species, but the tendrils don’t lie.”

“They don’t?”

“We Sedun are empathetic, these tendrils pick up everything, including deceit, train yourself and you can always tell when somebody is being truthful. Think of them like your, what do humans call it, a gut feeling? It’s like that but much more accurate.”

“Huh, that would explain why I’ve been so good at reading people lately.”

“And why everybody thinks we’re sexy crazed nymphos.”

Mal almost spat out his drink and the Sedun woman laughed.

“I’m Til’this.” She smiled. 

“Mal. So, the fact that I am super horny is all me?”

“Oh no, we do have a higher sex drive and a very loving lifestyle.” Til’this winked. “We just don’t want to jump everybody’s bones, we have taste. Or at least I do. Not all Sedun are built the same.”

Mal took a sip of his drink and looked back over at the dance floor. Zara and Raymond were dancing; Raymond was eyeing off a pretty Plumarian with pink feathers and it seemed Zara was preparing to be wingwoman. 

“Want to cause a scene?” Til’this asked with a cheeky smile. “Two Sedun dancing together? It’ll drive the crowd wild.”

Mal’s body was still tingling with the residual lust his empathic abilities were picking up from all the clubgoers and the Sedun woman. Then thought about the two bottles of spirits in his bag and that same knot of guilt in his stomach; maybe he could sell them elsewhere. Over the net, maybe, where his body wouldn’t draw the eye. But since he was so noticeable, he may as well enjoy it and a bit of Sedun company. 

“Alright, let’s do it. Show me how.”

Til’this grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowd; they parted for him like waves, all of them turning with wonder to see the two most exotic and beautiful aliens in the room take to the floor. A new song was standing, one with a heavy drum beat that was easy to move to. Mal copied Til’this’ movements, thrusting his hips and rolling his long body so that his butt and breasts were on full display. 

“Feeeeeeel the music, Mal.” She hummed happily, tossing her tendrils. “Let it move you.”

Mal closed his eyes and felt the beat echoing through his body. He could see his skin humming and his tendrils shaking with the bass. It felt intoxicating, far better than any alcohol. A sense of freedom washed over him and soon the whole room was dancing in time with him and Til’this as they projected their feeling of fun and freedom onto them. Mal was suddenly hit with a wave of lust so strong it almost knocked him over; his nipples hardened instantly and a soft moan escaped his lips. The sensation also felt… strangely familiar, like he knew the source. He let his eyes flutter open and followed his tendrils till his eyes met Zara. 

“Ooooh, that woman wants you so bad, mmm, her arousal feels so nice, doesn't it, darling.” Til’this leaned against him, pressing her breasts into his back, and Mal shuddered, fuck, he’d never been so turned on in his life. 

“She’s my captain,” he muttered, and Til’this’s tendrils scraped along his sides. 

“Shame, that’s okay, why don’t we go deal with these lovely feelings together? It’s been a while since I had another of my kind. Especially one who has an even larger chest than me.”

Mal was too horny to say no; what man hadn't dreamt of having a Sedun in his bed? Granted, he didn't expect to be one himself when it happened, but he wasn't about to say no. Giggling like schoolgirls, they stumbled out of the club and Mal let Til’this led him a few streets away to a small set of apartment doors. Til’this pressed her palm to one of the locks, and it opened to reveal a modest apartment, lit moodily with dim blue lights.

“You were expecting company tonight.” Mal chuckled. 

“Oh, I have company every night.” Til’this smiled. “Though my company isn't usually so lovely.”

Maps didn't get a chance to respond as her lips were on his, and he groaned. So soft, so delicious, he couldn't help but open his mouth so that his tongue could explore and taste more. Their tendrils intertwined, stroking one another and their bodies until Mal felt so overstimulated he was shocked he wasn’t already cumming. Til’this was an experienced lover, she stopped them both gently and pulled Mal down onto the bed, rolling him atop her so that her tendrils could stroke his back and sides while her hands focused on his tits. 

“Oh my, you really are new to this, so close already.” She moaned, “I can’t wait to feel you cum.”

“Oh fuck…don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She whispered, kissing him hard again and letting one of her long tendrils snake between them to penetrate his folds. 

“Oh! Oooohhhh!!! Haaaaahhhh…” Mal couldn’t stop himself, the feeling was unlike anything he’d ever experienced; soft and sensitive, yet with a spark of something against his clit. The tendril continued to stroke him, pressing down on his most sensitive place before slipping inside to stroke his pussy walls. 

“That’s it, oh yes, yesssss, both so close-!” Til’this shuddered, clearly getting off on Mal’s emotions. “Yes…yes! That’s it, baby, cum for me.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Mal wailed, whole body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. Below him, Til’this was cumming too, and their bodies crushed together, breast to breast as they held each other close through the pleasure. When they were finally done Til’this rolled them both under the sheets and letting their tendrils intertwine. 

“That was lovely; that captain of yours certainly knows how to turn a lady on.”

“I’ll say…”

“Have you had her yet?”

The question was so casual it knocked Mal off balance, or maybe it was just his brain being fuzzy from the orgasm. 

“No, should I?” 

“She seems very into you, surely you can’t have missed it. If she is interested, why not?” 

“Well…” Mal thought about the stolen spirits in his bag and his plans to duck out on the Haven crew as soon as he could. “I’m not really the seducing type.” 

Til’this giggled and stroked a finger over the curve of Mal’s breasts, lifting them up with some effort. 

“I beg to disagree.”

~

When Mal returned to the ship the next day for launch, he could feel Zara’s bitter jealousy coming off her in waves. He never would have guessed if it weren’t for his empathy, though. She was smiling, professional and seemed almost normal. Mal had to wonder just how many times in his life these tendrils would have saved him some grief. He certainly would have picked up on deals going bad earlier if he’d had them. 

Speaking of deals, he had to deal with the bottles he stole. The strange, guilty feeling in his stomach started driving him insane. Mal was beginning to feel that taking them had been more trouble than they were worth. He wanted those credits and for it to be done, but once again, he’d hit a snag. He checked the ship's log and started to plan out their best route to deliver their new cargo, all the while trying in vain to set up a deal over the net where his appearance wouldn’t be too eye-catching. But, like most ships, the central computer was monitored. There was no way to encrypt his searches or conversations, if he made contact with anybody shady, he risked somebody else on the crew finding out. And it wasn't as if he could speak in code; all his former contacts, even the low-lying guardsmen like he used to be, might make the connection, and then his cover would be blown. Most low-hanging gang members weren’t the smartest, but word had to have gotten out by now about his transformation; if a Sedun suddenly appeared wanting to make low-level deals for smuggled goods it wouldn’t be hard to make the connection. Then Murdeek’s goons would make it their mission to end him for getting the boss put away; he’d be dead in a month.

He’d spent the first few days after their nightclub trip thinking hard about what to do, but he couldn’t think of a solution, especially with so many distractions. Kris and Venk invited him to play Poker every night, while Raymond and Zara kept appearing every other night with a bottle of something to invite him to drink. Dr Vrylix had even started coming to their little meet-ups, all he needed was a few sips, and he’d be telling disgusting medical stories all night. It was all so…domestic and cosy. It was during one of Vrylix’s stories that Mal caught his reflection in a bit of polished metal in the mess hall, laughing with his eyes sparkling. Something about the image didn't sit right in his mind; he wasn't supposed to be getting comfortable here. He was supposed to be using a five-finger discount to fund getting his old body back. Yet, after several weeks, what did he have to show for it? Two bottles of unsold spirits. He’d excused himself and spent the following evening alone in his room, pacing back and forth in the small space, trying to think about a way to bypass the ship's computer system, only to be disturbed by a knock at the door. 

“Sorry, Kris.” He sighed when the door slid open, and he saw the excited looking Plumarian. “I’m too busy to win all your money tonight.”

“Firstly, rude, you only win most of the time, not all.”

“True,” Mal grinned, “Sometimes it’s Zenk who takes all your money.”

“That isn’t the point! Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, secondly, I want your help in the mess!”

“Help with what?”

Kris’ face fell and his cheeks went red.

“Um, just…something?”

Mal raised an eyebrow and shrugged; why not? Any excuse not to think about that damn computer system. He’d kick himself for getting distracted later. Kris was clearly hiding something, he was buzzing with barely contained excitement that Mal didn't need his tendrils to sense. When they reached the mess hall, he barely had a moment to think before Kris opened the door and shoved him inside, where he was instantly blinded by the lights coming up full blast. 

“Surprise!”

“Wha-my eyes, what did you guys…do…” His voice trailed off in shock as he took in the sight before him. The whole crew was gathered around a large flat cake decorated with little flowers made of icing, so delicate looking Mal had a hard time believing Zenk could have made them. 

“Happy birthday!” Zara grinned, “I hope Kris didn’t spoil the surprise on the way over here, he insisted on being the one to go get you.”

Mal’s mouth opened and closed, but his mind was still stuck on the words ‘happy birthday’. Was it his birthday? For a second, he thought the cover identity that had been created for him had a new date of birth they’d forgotten to mention, but after a moment's thought, he realised it really was March 4th on the Earth Calendar. It was his birthday. 

“What? You think I didn't check your personal file when you came aboard?” Zara said in disbelief, “When you didn’t mention it was coming up, Kris decided to throw you a little surprise party. It’s not much, but we’ll dock in a few days' time. We can go do something more exciting. If you want to, I mean.” 

“Cake! Blow out the candles!” Kris chirped. “Come on! Make a wish so we can eat!”

Mal half fell into the chair at the head of the table and stared at the cake. It wasn’t anything fancy. Upon closer inspection, a lot of the little flowers were half squashed, and he could see the white of the cake at a few spots where the ceiling was thin. It was clearly homemade; effort went into this, it wasn’t just a quick grab at a replimat or mart. 

“I’ve never celebrated my birthday before,” Mal whispered. It was true; it just wasn't very high on the priority list when his mother had been scraping by. Then, when he was an adult and joined Murdeek, he’d already lost the habit. Men he’d known for years, men he’d considered friends in the gang, had never even asked. Nor had he them. Then again, ‘friends’ in that world were lukewarm at best, and he’d not hesitate to leave them behind or sell them out when he got caught the other month. 

“Well, you do now.” Zara smiled. Come on, blow the candles out, and we can open a bottle of something special I have saved.”

Mal blew out the candles, and Zenk immediately started carving the cake up, silently serving them all. Mal sniffed at the cake curiously before dipping his finger in the icing and placing it between his lips. 

“Mmmmm…” The moan slipped out before he could stop it, and his tendrils shuddered. It tasted Heavenly. 

A shiver ran down the spines of everybody in the room and Mal blushed.

“Before you apologise, don’t.” Raymond said before he could say anything. “I am loving that. Adds a bit of spice to life, you know?”

“Spice, is that what you call it?” Mal teased before he could stop himself, and the room filled with laughter. 

“Here! I have something special for us! Threxian spirits!” Zara grinned, producing a bottle just like the ones currently hidden away in Mal’s room. “I decided to buy one of the bottles from the dealer while we were there for the special occasion!”

“You’ve been planning this party for that long?” Mal swallowed thickly. A strange lump in his throat refused to move, and the guilty knot in his stomach tightened almost painfully. 

“Of course!” Zara poured him a drink, “Now, let’s all get shit-faced.”

The crew all raised their glasses and downed the drinks at the same time; the alcohol burned Mals’ tongue and left his head feeling instantly light. Kris had to sit down immediately and Zenk, somehow, didn't seem phased at all. Time turned to fluid as the little party continued; Vrylix told tales of old patients he took during his station days that sounded truly fantastical and Raymond treated them all to an impromptu rendition of his favourite Threxian opera that left them all wincing. 

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” Zara giggled drunkenly, “Somewhere away from Raymond’s singing?”

“God yes, the vacuum of space would be better.” Mal replied, awkwardly stumbling to his feet and pulling Zara up with him. The human woman giggled, falling forward so that her face was sandwiched between all four of Mal’s breasts. The two of them were too drunk to care, though and kept walking, brushing up against one another until they fell into Zara’s room.

“Oooh, captain's quarters.” Mal whistled, “Fancy.”

“It’s the same size room as yours.”

“Really, the ceiling seems like it’s a long way away.”

“I think that’s because we’re on the floor.”

“...Huh. I didn’t notice.”

That set them both off again, giggling away. Something about this felt right. Mal couldn't remember the last time he felt so at home…anywhere. The spirits were slowly wearing off. A single drink was potent, but at least it didn't leave him totally blasted for too long. 

“I don’t understand.” He sighed after a few minutes. “Why do all this for me? You barely know me.”

“I know you lied on your resume.” Zara shrugged, “I know you’re probably running from something and that you’re struggling to act the way you think you should in order to lie low.”

Mal turned so fast his tendrils smacked him right in the face.

“What? How-?”

“You think I can't spot a fake resume a mile away after this many years captaining my own ship? Or the fact that you’re a Sedun who seems to know even less about Sedun biology than me, a human?”

“They didn’t exactly give me much to go on. I think they just wanted me out of the way.” Mal muttered.

“So I am right!”

“...Fuck.”

Getting this drunk was a bad idea. Mal waited, lips pressed together in a thin line for the question, but Zara stayed silent.

“Well?” He asked, “Aren’t you going to ask me to tell you what I’m running from? Who I really am?”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Zara asked sincerely and Mal thought for a moment, his mind went to those hidden bottles.

“No.” He said flatly.

“Then we won’t.” Zara shrugged. 

Mal couldn't resist; he let his empathic powers reach out and tasted the sincerity of what she was saying; there was no bitter manipulation, no ulterior motive. Zara meant what she said, she wasn't going to force anything out of him. Mal realised, oddly, that he was disappointed. He wanted his powers to reveal that Zara was actually just trying to gain his trust to get him into bed or wanted to blackmail him. Something like that; then maybe his guilt over stealing her inventory would disappear. No such luck. 

“What if I never want to tell you?” He tried.

“Then you won’t.”

“That doesn't bother you?”

“I mean, a little? But that’s a ‘me’ problem, isn't it? You don't owe me anything.”

“You gave me a job! A home!”

Zara blinked and leaned in a little closer with wide eyes.

“You think of Haven as your home?”

Well, shit. Mal realised he did. He swallowed and nodded, realising that without meaning to, his tendrils had started to sneak closer to Zara in the dim light of the room. He watched as her eyes dipped to his lips and then back to his face, her pink tongue wet them and subconsciously, Mal copied her.

“Fuck it.” She whispered, and then she was kissing him. 

The kiss burned slightly, both of their lips were slightly raw from the alcohol but that only made things hotter. Zara had no trouble unzipping Mal’s shirt to play with his tits and he undressed her in turn. 

“Oh fuck, I have been thinking about this since that first night you came aboard.” Zara moaned between kisses.

“Did I turn you on getting off?”

“Fuck yes, I came so many times that night you have no idea.” Zara shivered, “Gods, what are you doing with your hair?”

“Tendrils.” Mal corrected her with a kiss and a giggle. They ran up and down Zara’s back, he even managed to use one to unhook her bra. 

The two of them fell onto the bed as soon as their clothes were removed and Zara crawled into Mal’s lap, pressing their mounds together as they both got wetter and wetter. Mal used his tendrils to stroke her folds from the outside in that same teasing manner he’d done to himself until Zara was a wonton mess. Their hips rocked against each other, clits pressing together and juices mingling as Zara squeezed Mal’s tits. Her fingers pinched and played with his nipples in ways that made his lights flare. 

He could feel Zara getting closer with each roll of his hips. Too horny to care about dragging things out, he pushed his captain back into the mattress and pressed against her harder before taking one of her own nipples in his mouth and sucking.

“Oh…Oh fuck, yes, Mal more!” She moaned, wrapping her arms around his head to hold him in place, one of his tendrils found her pussy and slipped inside, fucking her while his tongue pressed against her breast. 

“Ahhh! Ahhhh! AHHHHH!!”

Her orgasm washed over him like a wave, pushing Mal over the edge as well. He fed on her lust and was instantly horny again and thanks to him projecting it back, so was Zara. They kept fucking until their bodies simply couldn't take any more orgasms. They collapsed back into the mattress, and Zara whispered sleepily into Mal’s neck. 

“The whole ship would have felt that.”

“It’ll be good for morale.” Mal joked and Zara giggled against his neck before her exhausted breathing evened out as she dozed off. 

Mal stretched, enjoying the feeling of the warm body next to him. He was a few seconds away from sleep himself when he spotted Zara’s terminal. As captain, she would be able to create private passcodes and encryption. All he had to do was get up, get into the computer system and find the passcodes to give himself the same privileges. He thought one final time about those stolen bottles before settling back down into bed, terminal forsaken. The two missing bottles would show up in the cargo back tomorrow; they would all laugh, and then it would be back to their simple, happy little lives aboard Haven. After that display with Zara maybe he would even give Kris another go, or Raymond; the sky was the limit and he didn't think anybody would turn him down. A soft smile played on Mal’s lips as he fell asleep. It wasn't the life he’d ever imagined for himself; it was far, far better.