Pseudopod

"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea."

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

My name is Avery Harper, MD, PhD, and I'm not afraid to die. In fact, I was in heaven. Since I was a young woman, I have studied exobiology, actually only possible biologies, for my entire twenty-year career, ever since I became a grad student. It was only possible biologies, as far as I knew, until yesterday, when I got a call from a friend at NASA, and a quick trip via T-38 to an Air Force base in Nevada. Why I was tapped, I still don't know. I heard some things I don't quite recall about some of the papers I wrote.

My friend, Doctor Bertrand Lane, was waiting for me in front of the hangar. After a few minutes to freshen up in the restroom, we were whisked by car to a large hangar near one end of the building complex that comprised the base. Inside the hangar, which was literally the size of a football stadium, was a luminescent hemisphere, like a large dome, mostly green, but with flecks of color that would wash over its surface.

Bertrand assured me that the hemisphere was a perfect semicircle. Inside it, he informed me, was a being that had traveled here from another star, and who now presumably wanted to communicate with us. So far, the hemisphere had allowed in some but not all machines with cables. The researchers had been hopeful the alien or aliens inside would be able to use these devices to communicate. Measuring devices were universally rejected. Machines that had been pulled back out came back wet by an inorganic nutrient solution that was much like seawater, but infused with oxygen. It was a fascinating liquid with valuable properties. It was keeping the researchers busy. So far there had been no other contact. Men in space suits had tried to enter the hemisphere, but they had been rejected, just gently pushed back out before they could see or sense very much of anything.

Still, I had to attempt the obvious, so I also suited up and attempted to enter the hemisphere. To everyone's surprise, especially my own, I was allowed in without incident.

The inside of the hemisphere was filled with the aforementioned nutrient liquid as we had hypothesized. The aforementioned three or four waterproof machines were sitting by themselves. In the middle of the hemisphere was a teardrop-shaped being, mostly orange, but with other colors that moved slowly across its surface. I say "being" because it was moving slightly and because it was apparently the only other thing in the hemisphere, so I assumed it must be the alien in question if there was one. Perhaps it was only a system that allowed for communication with the real aliens that were located elsewhere.

I approached the being and attempted to make physical contact. I touched its surface, and it shivered and shimmered, profoundly beautiful. I pushed at it slightly, and it yielded like a flexible bag of water, that consistency. I pushed it harder, and it gently placed me on my back, like an Aikido throw. It was not violence, I was just on my back, and it flowed over me some. I had the strong sense that the being was going to maintain physical control of our interaction, but not in a malevolent way, more as a practical matter, and who was I to judge its needs at this point?

The being let me up and I left the hemisphere, much to the relief of everyone assembled outside the hemisphere. There was a solid day and a half of debriefing followed by a solid week or so where I brought underwater cameras and other measuring devices into the hemisphere with me. The atmosphere in the hemisphere appeared to be healthy for humans to breathe even though it was liquid. I'd heard about this before, where mice were able to live in water that had been infused with oxygen once they had gotten over the feeling they were drowning.

I begged and begged, and finally they let me enter the hemisphere in a wetsuit, without the space suit and limited air supply. I did so knowing it would feel like drowning, but confident that our analysis of the fluid was correct, and wanting a chance to connect more directly with the being. It was frightening at first, and it took me a long-suffering minute before I could bear to start breathing in the water. The being came over, perhaps to comfort me. It touched my hand at first. Its touch was hot and electric, profoundly sexual, even though it was just touching my hand. I was still gasping and thrashing out bubbles. Water was spilling uncomfortably into my lungs. I hardly cared about the pain, though, all of the sudden. I was immediately diverted and aroused by the touch on my hand.

The being then covered my face with its hot, electric surface. The feeling was intensely sexual, like all the kisses I'd ever received on my lips, face, and neck all at once, and especially those kisses I'd received while I was making love and close to orgasm or actually orgasming, thousands of kisses. My hips jerked forward reflexively as I climaxed in my wetsuit without even being touched down there.

The being probably couldn't tell, though. It was just more jerking around from the quasi-drowning process as far as it was concerned, so the effect was privately mine to enjoy. I myself might have written it off as some kind of near-death response to the quasi-drowning if that was all that had happened. Even so, I can remember feeling vaguely embarrassed at that first orgasm from the being while I was fighting the overpowering urge that I was drowning at the same time.

I wasn't completely devoid of sexual experience. In my 42 years, I'd had a couple of boyfriends that had lasted a couple of years apiece, a smattering of shorter relationships, and several almost universally unsatisfying one night stands. When one is a researcher in an outré field of research as I am, one gets nowhere without constant work and dedication.

None of my boyfriends were ever comfortable with me putting my work ahead of them. I guess that was the sort I tended to pick. At any rate, relationships had always gone the same predictable way for me, and though I still got the itch sometimes and went back on the dating sites from time to time, I had pretty much given up on relationships and decided that sex wasn't all that important either.

I felt the being exploring my eyes, ears, nostrils, and my gasping mouth. Gasping for nonexistent air, I sucked the being partly into my mouth and orgasmed profoundly at its touch. It was as if my mouth had immediately become a sexual organ, my tongue a giant sensitive clitoris for the being to gently lick and suck on. I thrashed and expelled the rest of my air in a flurry of bubbles with a howl, which was just a loud moan underwater, and an uncontrollable seizure of ecstasy that went on and on. At this, the being gently let go of me, and it was over. I floated down and away slowly, still panting and thrashing in aftershocks of ecstasy, breathing pure nutrient fluid.

Soon after, I emerged from the hemisphere and fell to my knees hurking and vomiting nutrient fluid out of my lungs. After a much more painful readjustment to air, I sat there still, and the research staff thankfully left me alone. I was trying to get my story straight, because I was not going to tell any of these nice fellow scientists about the multiple orgasms I'd just had.

It didn't turn out to be hard. I even described the being's touch as pleasurable, and described how it helped me to adjust by helping me expel the rest of my air, though I pled ignorance as to how exactly the being had helped me with that, saying that I'd just expelled the air shortly after I inadvertently sucked a bit of the being into my mouth. The debrief was done by the end of the day.

The next morning, I again prepared to enter the bubble. This time, I made the transition without much struggle. Sensing somehow that I was not in much distress this time, the being just waited in his normal position at the center of the hemisphere. I now thought of the being as male, although I knew nothing yet about the sexuality or reproduction of the being. I assumed it likely that the being didn't even know how his touch was affecting me. At any rate, since he had come into my mouth the previous day, I had thought of the being as a male.

Breathing the nutrient solution was sort of like learning how to scuba dive. You just had to trust you were not drowning even though you were breathing underwater. And breathing the fluid was slower, but just as satisfying. Water is slower to pump in and out of your lungs.

Once I was calmly and slowly breathing the nutrient fluid again, I unzipped and shimmied out of my wetsuit then removed my underwear so that I stood naked in front of the being. I bounced over to him, using the bit of negative buoyancy I had in the nutrient fluid to drift me back down to the floor of the hemisphere so I could push off gently forward again. Soon, I was standing lightly within arm's reach of him.

I wanted so badly to immediately jump on the being and hug him to me tightly with my arms and legs, but I still had a little self-control, a little self-respect. I didn't know what message that action on my part would send, and I wanted to send a message that would ingratiate me, though I didn't know what that could be, so I hesitated.

The being shifted colors slightly and extruded a pseudopod towards my mouth. I opened my mouth wide almost helplessly in response to its approach, remembering the pleasure I'd received there the previous day. As the hot, electric pseudopod reached my lips and face and slowly pushed into my mouth again, I arched my back and thrilled in ecstasy, thrusting my tongue forward to meet it. As my tongue thrust into the tip of the hot electric appendage, I felt it again like my tongue was a giant clitoris being sucked on, and I climaxed and thrashed powerfully at once.

The appendage kept coming into my mouth, kneading and sucking my tongue and filling my mouth with pleasurable pressure. I climaxed again and thrashed more. The heat of the appendage was about as hot as I could tolerate without feeling discomfort from the heat. It was my mouth and face, but it was reminiscent of this one time a nice gentleman with just the right thickness of cock had fucked me gently and slowly then faster and faster for a long time. I'd had multiple orgasms under him that night. His cock gave me an exquisite amount of stretching and pressure with his thrusts, and his girth and angle caused him to rub both my clit and the roof of my vagina with just the right amount of pressure. This was that, except times ten, and in my mouth.

The appendage filled my mouth and started to thrust down my throat. My gag reflex activated, but I was also thrashing especially hard in orgasm with the pleasure of having my esophageal sphincter firmly and deliciously forced open, so somehow it wasn't that bad, like a continuous swallow and coughing that went nowhere and orgasms that went everywhere. Soon the being sensed that I needed to breathe the nutrient fluid again to continue living, so it opened a passage for my breathing while continuing to thrust down my throat and esophagus with incredible, indescribable hot stretching pressure and stimulation that made me orgasm with every inch.

I kept moaning and thrashing as the appendage filled my stomach and stretched it so excitingly I could barely orgasm hard enough to respond to the incredible stimulation, the fullness. By this point, I was orgasming and jerking continually and my eyes were fluttering or tightly closed. My hands were touching the being, and I was receiving an electric contact high from this as well, but it was almost forgotten as my entire sensory world was focused on the incredible hot appendage slowly, firmly, and inexorably forcing its way down my throat, esophagus, and stomach and stretching and opening up my entire body with incredible stretching and sliding pleasure. I was feeling deep feelings of love for the being as well. I didn't know where these feelings were coming from.

I felt a pop deep in me and thrashed with an especially strong orgasm as the appendage firmly forced open the pyloric sphincter at the bottom of my stomach and penetrated my duodenum. My entire body was becoming an incredible throbbing, aching receptacle of pleasure as the being continued to penetrate and fuck his way down my digestive tract at his own inquisitive pace with his firm hot electric appendage ever sliding all the way, pressurizing, and thrusting forward. As the appendage firmly thrust deeper into my guts, my feelings of love for the being and comfort from the being grew in the midst of the incredible rolling orgasms.

At around this time, I started helplessly squirting and shitting out the contents of my digestive tract as I orgasmed. The being was already covering my ass and catching it somehow, because I felt him tingling back there, and I could vaguely feel him gently sucking it out of me as it came.

I could not even really feel that at the moment, as I was completely focused on and orgasming from the sliding, pressing, roiling pleasure of the appendage fucking its way through my small intestines. I had another especially powerful shuddering orgasm as the appendage pressed past the suspensory muscle of the duodenum into my jejunum. I could feel my entire body thoroughly as the appendage opened it, even though I knew full well I had no nerves consciously available to me to feel this. Then it was down and over and up and down, like walking a long winding road of ever increasing orgasms as more and more of my insides were slickly and hotly rubbed and pressurized wide open.

There was a long period of this: feeling the roiling pleasurable pressure up and down and across and up again and then back as the appendage took me and opened my small intestine further and further, inch by inch, pressing from the jejunum to the ilium at some roiling orgasmic point and continuing, rolling jerking orgasm after rolling jerking orgasm. I would have been screaming myself hoarse, except the fluid didn't really respond to my slowly fluttering vocal cords. It just came out as moans greatly muffled by all the appendage roiling past. I was feeling hotter and hotter too as the hot appendage filled more and more of my body core. The nutrient fluid was on the cool side, so although I felt almost like I had a temperature I was getting so hot, it wasn't that disturbing.

After what seemed an eternity of ever-increasing deep screaming rolling orgasms as the being increasingly fucked his way through my small intestines, I got a tense, shaking, thrilling orgasm when the appendage popped through and firmly opened up my strong ileocecal sphincter and started to fill my large intestine with hot, tingling stretching pressure and pleasure. I thrashed in orgasmic pleasure as the appendage pressurized and fucked upwards into my large intestine along the right side of my body, slowly across under my sternum with incredible electric pleasure, and then down the left side of my body pressing forward inexorably as the orgasms came and came. It was a kind of seppuku by orgasm.

Then I felt a familiar excitement as the appendage reached down towards my rectum and closer and closer to my familiar sexual core. I wanted to scream dirty exhortations to the being to fucking bugger the hell out of me, which I'd only rarely found pleasurable in the past, but my lungs and vocal cords wouldn't really work. As his appendage pressed down and down, with the orgasms came a familiar intense feeling of desiring and needing to let out a good, extremely satisfying BM, and I responded by shitting the tip of the appendage out of me with glorious twisting pleasure, but just the tip of the iceberg with intense roiling orgasmic pleasure fully and thoroughly pleasuring and pressuring my entire alimentary canal, twisting and roiling gently as I twisted transfixed in perpetual rolling orgasm.

The being began to withdraw the way he'd come in, and I knew he needed to do this for me to survive. Even with the cooling effect of the nutrient fluid surrounding me, I was feeling very feverish and faint with his heat filling me entirely and the exertion of continuously straining, jerking, and moaning in climax. Even though I was still orgasming continuously, I was feeling increasingly nauseous, which I suppose is not surprising when one's entire digestive tract is being opened up and stimulated as he was doing to me. I was dizzy bordering on unconscious, and still orgasming hard with every inch he retreated back through me.

As I felt the being's appendage retreat back through my small intestines, I began to feel a terrible sense of emptiness and aloneness, and I stopped orgasming and began to sob uncontrollably. I suppose my body had gotten somewhat used to the incredible stimulation of having my entire digestive system ravaged by him. As my body increasingly became my own again instead of his, even though the pleasure in me was still extremely intense, the relative loss of stimulation was too much for me to bear, even though I knew he would have surely killed me if he had stayed fully penetrated in me for much longer.

As the being fully retreated out of my throat and mouth, I was sobbing uncontrollably. He hugged me tight, and I felt the orgasmic stimulation of him across the front of my body, especially my nipples. I still felt so alone and separate from him. In desperation, I grabbed him with my legs and began to hump my vulva onto him, and immediately as my actual clitoris touched him I began to orgasm again, and I gained some comfort from this. He didn't appear to mind this, and I'd like to think he even understood it. As I was now orgasming continuously again and somewhat comforted, I reasoned with myself and forced myself to realize that the incredible feeling of being so completely filled and used by him would have ended either way, either with him retreating as he had or with my death.

Slowly, I was able to separate from him and choke down my sobs as I returned to the world of deadness and aloneness. I looked at the dive watch on my wrist. It had only been a half hour since he'd begun to take my mouth. Even so, my world and I were entirely changed and focused within that half hour.

I was drifting in the nutrient solution, utterly exhausted, uncaring. I drifted off to sleep for I don't know how long, and awoke with incredible pangs of hunger, like my body was eating itself alive. Slowly, with great stiffness in all my muscles, I crawled sadly away from the being and put on my underwear. I didn't have the strength to put on my wetsuit, so I just dragged it along with me as I slowly pushed my way out of the hemisphere.

When I was partly emerged, Bertrand dragged me out the rest of the way. It was dark outside. He told me they'd been extremely worried because it had been twelve hours without hearing from me. I croaked that I desperately needed nutrition. Six protein shakes later, I was starting to feel towards normal, but was still very nauseous, sad, and alone. I begged off being debriefed until I could recover somewhat. Secretly, I also needed time to get my story straight.

A couple of days later, when I was fully awake and alive but still in painful, lonely withdrawal from the being, I told my fake story. I told them that the being had investigated my digestive system with instruments, and it had not been painful. It had even been somewhat pleasant, but it had been extremely exhausting, and that's why I had come back so drained and hungry. They investigated me and saw that indeed my digestive system had been disrupted but was getting back on track, so my story checked out, and they were all happy. They thanked me profoundly for being so brave and allowing such a thing, and I told them in turn that it had been my pleasure. They had no idea how much.