5
Travis Is Given a Challenge
I did not expect the cock I'm currently looking at. I mean, sure , my professor is either crazy or an alien, but it's still Dr. Foster's body , right, and that guy is—was?—a total waste of testosterone. I was expecting barely a mouthful when I blew him. This… this is way more than a mouthful. This is like going to Subway and ordering the six-inch but getting a foot long instead. This thing is a fucking work of art.
Professor Creepy-but-hot looks down at me like he's the king of the frigging universe, and with that cock, I guess he deserves to. “See!” he says proudly. “It is not green, nor does it ooze.”
He's wrong about the oozing. The cock in front of my face is dripping what I hope to god is precum like a leaky faucet. Is it weird I want to taste it? Because I really wanna taste it.”
I knew I could seduce Dr. Foster. No challenge there. This dude—excuse me, Chuck— though. Totally different story. I have a (probably) non-human entity capable of hijacking humans and wearing them like jumpsuits lusting after me right now. It's a lot to take in.
Like that dick of his.
I mean, sure. I am super hot, so the body-snatching alien has obviously great taste. I am definitely worthy of that much cock fluid loss. There's already a puddle on the floor by my knees. It’s impressive. I am totally impressed. We might have to get a towel.
“Nope,” I say. “You're not green. It is pretty fucking big, though. I mean, I'm no size queen, but damn, dude.”
My fake prof frowns. “Chuck. You aren’t good at listening, are you? No wonder you’re failing this class.”
“Fuck you. Chuck. This is a lot to take in. Pun intended.”
“I fail to see the difficulty. My proportions are within human norms.”
I gesture to his cockasaurus. “Are you sure this is standard factory equipment? Because I don’t think so. I sure as fuck would've been on the prof's dick from day one if I'd thought he was hung like a damn horse.”
The alien thingy continues to frown down at me. “You keep using your mouth organ for the wrong purpose. Put my dick or cock into it at once.”
“Damn, you sure know how to sweet-talk a girl.”
The frown deepens. “You are female? I assumed male. We prefer male.”
This is the most fucked up conversation of my entire life, and that includes the time I ran into my mother’s boyfriend at Roscoe’s and let him buy me a drink then suck me off me in the back room. This right here is next level fucked up. “That's a relief. No, I'm not a girl. I am all man, baby.”
“Baby? I am not a larva.”
And the hits just keep on coming. Larva? Do I want to know? No. I’m positive I don’t want to know. “I am a dude. A man. With a dick like yours. I mean, not as big as yours, but who the fuck has a cock that big? Except porn stars. And maybe John Hamm.”
“I don’t understand much of what you’re saying but it doesn’t matter. We will do the sex things then I’ll eat you. I'm sure you'll be delicious.”
I smirk at him. “That’s because I am.” I thought I was here to just blow my prof but if he wants to return the favor, I’m not opposed. I like getting my cock gobbled as much as the next guy. Or maybe he means rimming. Never been on the receiving end of that, but I’ve done it enough to know it turns all the twinks inside out. I guess if that’s what the alien prof wants, I’ll allow him to toss my salad. I’m generous that way. “Stick around and I’ll let you have a taste.”
“Stick around?” Chuck the alien pod person frowns in obvious confusion. “Do you mean like this?”
Something shoots out of the prof and suctions itself to the nearby wall. It’s purple and gold. And stretchy. And shiny. And it belongs in Japanese hentai porn, skewering some anime fuck puppet with big lavender eyes and pink hair. It sure as shit doesn’t belong in my statistics classroom. No way, no how.
That shit’s not right.
“What the fuck is that?” No lie, my voice goes all high like a pink-haired cartoon being violated several ways by a gigantic horny octopus. My erection has also gone on vacation. It’s down in Cozumel right now drinking margaritas on the beach.
Then it hits me all at once and I feel the need to sit my ass down. Is this shock? I think it might be shock.
Oh shit shit this dude really is an alien and he's probably gonna eat me eat me. Like for lunch and not for funsies. This isn’t a joke or a prank or my imagination. My professor has been body snatched for reals. And the alien in him has tentacles!
This is not something I signed up for.
The alien tentacle monster looks at me like he's all superior and shit. Which he probably is. He’s probably an apex predator and he’s gonna hunt me like I’m the most dangerous game but first, based on that hard cockasaurus of his, he wants me to suck him off. Priorities, I guess.
“That is an appendage,” Chuck says. I think he’s talking about his huge dick until he lets go of the wall and retracts his tentacle enough to wave it at me like he’s saying hi. That’s how fucked up I am right now—my hookup has extras but I’m still more worried about the monster between his legs. “Surely you're familiar with the concept.” The alien-prof sounds all offended now, like me being startled by a fucking tentacle-looking thing erupting out of my former professor's backside makes me the bad guy.
I hope to god that thing didn't come out of his ass. That's an image I do not need in my life. “Humans have arms and legs, asshole. Not tentacles . What are you? Some sort of intergalactic octopus?” Or maybe squid. I can't keep those suckers straight. I pause to admire what I did there with "suckers" then move on. “This is some Cthulhu bullshit right here.”
“ You were the one who told me to stick around,” my former professor and now intergalactic octopus complains.
Suddenly I'm struck by how redonk this all is. Also, it occurs to me I was willing to suck probable alien dick for a better grade. How is confirmed alien dick that much different? Honestly, there's no point being all squeamish now. And maybe, just maybe, if I do a good enough job sucking his alien cock I can talk him into eating something besides me. Hopefully something that’s not a person.
I reach out a tentative hand to touch the… appendage. It's firm and warmer than I'd have thought—more like an erect cock than an arm. The smooth outer flesh glistens like it’s been lubed up and the underside is just fifty million tiny suckers. Touching them feels like velvet and I can’t help but notice that it makes Chuck shiver. Hopefully with pleasure and not pent-up homicidal hanger.
“Are you poisonous?” I ask, this being under the category of important things I probably should know.
“I think you'll find the word you're looking for is venomous. Poisonous, in your language, refers to photosynthesizing organisms. Venomous is reserved for higher forms of life, i.e. animals.”
“Hey, for all I know you're part plant.”
“Why would a plant need lungs?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“Are you not the dominant form of life on this planet? Shouldn’t you be explaining this to me?”
“Asshole. What gave you the impression I’m some kind of science nerd? I’m here to suck my way into not failing, for fuck’s sake! I am not the dude to give you some explanation for the entire human fucking race. And you never answered my question. Don’t think I forgot.” I am not going any further before we get this straight, grade or no grade. “Do you have venomous spooge or not?”
“Spooge? I am unfamiliar with this word. I think you are making it up.”
“You know. Spooge . Baby batter. Man chowder. Spunk. Jizz.”
He still looks blank.
“Cum?” I try, hoping he at least knows that word. “The stuff that comes out of your junk that isn't pee.”
“Ejaculate?” he asks tentatively.
“Yes. Jesus. Is there something in there that'll kill me?”
I can see Dr. Alien Suckerass thinking about it. “It's doubtful. There is always the chance of an allergic reaction. This is not a topic that has had much research.” His tone implies, ‘yet.’
“I better get an A if I'm gonna be your sexual Guinea pig.”
The prof wrinkles his nose. “I do not want to have sexual relations with a small rodent.”
“But fucking a hairless monkey is okay?”
He gives me a look. “We cannot copulate. We are not biologically compatible in that way with humans.”
“You are literally inside my professor’s body. Not compatible, my ass.”
“Your ass has nothing to do with this. I’m referring to what you call biology. I am not a mammal. You and I cannot successfully procreate and conceive young. I’m sorry if that was your wish.”
I blink several times to get some sort of handle on things. “My wish? You’re a dude . Although I think I catch your meaning. You’re saying that even if you were a woman and I wasn’t gay as fuck, I still couldn’t knock you up. Noted.”
“Nevertheless, I am now intrigued by the idea of cross-species copulation.”
“I just bet you are.”
“With a lifeform of sufficient sentience, obviously. There are other sentient beings on this world as well as humans. Do they also enjoy copulation?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“This is not something that is done?” The alien actually looks disappointed. “You do not have sex with other sentient species?”
“Jesus Christ, no! Gross. You guys aren’t planning to go fuck some dolphins, are you? Because that’s straight up wrong.”
Chuck looks thoughtful. Or maybe he’s constipated. “Not as far as I know.”
“That’s a fucking relief.” The idea of aliens fucking dolphins is the worst on all levels.
“Hm. This is very interesting,” Chuck says. “Sex with one species not my own is acceptable, but not with another equally comparable species? This is very confusing.”
“Um.” Never, in my entire life, did I expect to have the RA ‘no means no’ conversation with anyone, let alone a tentacled alien pretending to be my professor. “Okay, here's the thing. No sex without consent. Period. With anyone or anything. Until you get all fluent in dolphin and that dolphin says yes to kinky alien tentacle sex, no sticking your dick in them. Although I've heard dolphins can be rapey, but it's probably because they don't speak human. Anyway, leave dolphins alone, okay? No eating them, either. In fact, no eating anyone. That's a good rule.”
My prof looks confused. “But humans eat other species.”
I think of the burger I'd had at lunch and wince. A little. “Cows are cute and all, but they aren't dolphins . And they're delicious . It's different!”
The fake Dr. Foster shrugs and adds, “If it helps any, your species is also delicious.”
“That doesn't help at all! So you're what, planning to fuck then eat me?”
The prof gets that sheepish look back.
“You are! Oh my god, you’re totally planning on eating my fucked-out carcass. Rude!”
“I don't have to eat you right away,” Chuck says, sounding grumpy.
I should be terrified of the tentacle monster threatening to eat me—hopefully not alive—but somehow it's difficult to take him seriously. Maybe that's me being as dumb as my dad always said I was, but I think there's still some Dr. Foster in there and that dude was also both hungry and thirsty for me—who can blame him?—but in a good way. An ‘all kinds of extra credit and curving my grade’ way, as opposed to a ‘picking his teeth with my bones’ kinda way.
I’m mostly sure this tentacle dude wants to see what it's like to fuck me. I can practically smell it on him. Do aliens have pheromones? Can humans smell them? Beats me. As previously mentioned, I hate science. Doesn't matter. Probably I'm just so hot that even aliens recognize it. Or they’re just generically horny. He did seem bummed when I told him he couldn’t fuck a dolphin.
What I do know is that if my pod professor plans on eating me, and not in a good way, it behooves me, as the real Dr. Foster used to say, to show my work. If I can keep his dick happy—or tentacles?—I think I can get him to see if actual pork will substitute for long pork. But to get to that point, I need to demonstrate that I'm tastier alive than dead.
Also, that I deserve an A in his class. A+ in fact.
I sink down to my knees. It's amazing how easy that is to do after a routine of two hundred squats a day. Never ever skip leg day. Not unless you want to look like a big clumsy idiot when giving spontaneous head. “Good. How 'bout I eat you instead?”