The Disappearance
Of Steven Dobbs
A short sci-fi shocking romance story
by Chuck Keyes
Steven Dobbs
sat down on a rock to rest by a beautiful stream snaking down a mountain side. The
mid-morning sky is clear and the air is so refreshing that Steve feels
rejuvenated, as if the Houston smog has been cleansed from his entire body.
Steve's big
city friends thought he was crazy to take a leave of absence from his high-tech
engineering job to go by himself on a one month backpacking trip in Colorado's
Rocky Mountains. They warned him about the dangers hidden in the wilderness,
and he'd be risking his life. But being jilted by his long-term girlfriend a
few days before their big wedding has made Steve highly determined to venture
through the wilderness by himself. He wants to be alone with nature's wonderful
gifts, and he doesn't care if these gifts include bears, snakes, poison ivy,
and annoying bugs. He wants to sleep on the ground under the twinkling stars, next
to a cozy campfire, far away from people like his heart stabbing ex-girlfriend
who at the last moment realized she's a lesbian. He knows his walkabout through
the wilderness is basically generated on self-pity, but it'll give him plenty
of alone time to reflect upon his life, and it'll provide him the manly courage
he needs to build up a new self-importance. It was a real downer being dumped
and replaced with a woman.
Steve watched
the crystal clear water swiftly flow by with sunbeams dancing on the surface.
I've showed them all, he thought. This is my tenth day of backpacking here in
the wilderness. I'm still alive, and I feel stronger than ever. He chuckled to
himself. By the end of the month, I'll be commanding the wild animals like
Tarzan the ape man.
Steve stood
up, slid on his heavy backpack, and continued on his wilderness trek.
After hiking
along the edge of the stream for more than three miles, he entered a beautiful wide
valley where the stream flows into a small lake. He stopped and stood
motionless to watch three bucks and six does grazing on the lake's grassy banks
and drinking the fresh water. The deer are elegant wild animals, and Steve
couldn't understand how a hunter can bring himself to shoot one. All of a
sudden, the deer frantically ran off in different directions. Steve can hear a
strange humming motor-like sound overhead, but there's no airplane in site. The
noise grew louder and Steve could sense the presence of something overhead. In
the field off to the left of the lake, a loud impact blast occurred, the ground
erupted like an earthquake, and it parted as if a large object crashed. The invisible
object slid a few hundred yards across the field, leaving behind a deep trench,
and when it came to a stop, it became visible. To Steve's astonishment, he's gazing
at an oddly shaped vessel with six short stubby wings, and a huge silver
torpedo-like body.
The first
thing that popped into his mind is perhaps it’s a spaceship filled with little
green men from a planet made out of blue cheese. His second thought is it's a
new type of aircraft on a maiden test flight that failed; however, it was
invisible, and his knowledge about aerodynamics tells him the wings are too
short to be an airplane. Maybe it’s a colossal missile with a huge atomic
warhead, he thought, but why the hell would it crash here in the middle of no
man's land?
Steve stumbled
a few times while he walked toward the crash site without taking his eyes off
the weird vessel. He nervously approached the rear of the vessel and touched
the surface. It's extremely smooth, cool, hard, and he couldn't figure out what
type of material the vessel is made out off. He marched up to the ship's nose,
which is partially covered with a large pile of earth it plowed up during the
crash landing. Steve ran his hand over the ship's skin, looking for a hatchway
seam. He walked around to the other side of the vessel to find a thin door seam
next to a small sprung open control panel cover.
Do I want to
open this ship's hatchway? he asked himself within his mind while pressing the
door's control panel buttons, looking for the right sequence to open the hatchway
door. Swoosh, the hatchway slid open within a few nanoseconds. He unsheathed
his bowie knife and held it out like a gun to lead his way through the hatchway
into the vessel. After stepping inside and looking around, the peculiar unfamiliarity
of the ship's interior proves it's a spaceship from another world. Steve turned
right and entered the large cockpit. Strapped in what appears to be the pilot's
chair is a beautiful alien female. The other three chairs within the cockpit
are empty. The female looks human except for having six fingers on each hand, light
bluish green skin, long yellow hair, shimmering like strands of weaved gold,
and she has large lioness shaped ears. Steve leaned over and placed his ear
against her body, directly under her large left breast. He can hear her heart
beating normally, that is normally like a human beating heart. She's wearing a
tight silver jumpsuit partially zipped up the front, thus offering a pleasurable
view of what Steve considers to be sexually classified as a number ten cleavage.
His deep curiosity about the attractive alien female forced him to touch her
face. Her skin is supple and warm, feeling just like human skin. Her eyes are
closed making her appear that she's simply asleep, just like Sleeping Beauty, other
than there being a bizarre alien twist in the fairytale. Steve continued to
stare at the alien female's beautiful face and attractive body. Yes, she is different, although
different can be a good thing, he thought. He's thinking she maybe unconscious
from the sudden harsh impact that was created when the ship crashed. He decided
to explore the rest the spaceship to make sure there was no one else aboard.
With his trusted bowie knife leading the way, he began his search. After nearly
two hours of searching every weird and wonderful room on three decks, he's pleased
that the female alien is the only one aboard the ship. Steve returned to the
cockpit to figure out how to wake her up. He vigorously shook her shoulders, and
he tried sprinkling droplets of cold water on her forehead, but nothing was
working. Oh, the hell with it,
I'll try the Sleeping Beauty method of giving her kiss. He placed his lips on
her bluish-green lips and kissed her.
It was probably
a coincidence that her eyes suddenly popped open, and with an angry expression
on her face, she raised her right hand and slapped him hard across his bearded
face. "Oh, wow, that hurt, and you're awake." He noticed her huge
emerald green, anime eyes, and their lovely uniqueness is way beyond the
meaning of beauty. For over a minute they stared into each other's eyes. She
seemed just as curious about him as he is about her. She reached out, grabbed
his muscular hand, and then she slowly turned it while examining his five
fingers. "Yes, I only have five digits compared to your six." He
chuckled. "I bet with your extra digits you can probably type over three
hundred words a minute."
With
curiosity in her unique alien eyes, she stare at him for a long moment.
Steve pointed
his right index finger at his mouth. "Can…you…speak?"
She nodded,
and then she danced her fingers on a glass keyboard attached to her piloting
console. Two tiny electronic gadgets shaped like spiders metalized on her
console. She picked one up and handed to Steve. He examined it for a moment.
"What do you want me to do with this?" He couldn't help but notice
her lioness shaped ears moving about along with her facial expressions. She
placed her tiny gadget against her neck, under her long yellow hair, then she
pulled her hand out from under her hair, and she's no longer holding the
gadget.
Steve place
his tiny gadget against his neck. "Damn that hurts like hell," he
cried out as the spider gadget burrowed through his skin and tunneled toward
the base of his brain where it attached itself.
"Can you
hear me speak your language?" asked the female alien.
"Yeah, I
can hear you," Steve responded along with a wide smile. "Those tiny
electronic spiders must be universal translators. What made you crash here in
the wilderness?"
"The
crash was caused by a time delayed disrupter bomb."
"I haven't
seen any damage to your ship's hull. What does a time delayed disrupter bomb disrupt?"
asked Steve.
"It
disrupts the ship's internal power processes. I'm not familiar with this section
of the universe. What planet am I on?"
"Your on
earth, which is the third planet from the sun."
"When I
woke up, why were your lips pressed against my lips?"
"Oh…oh, it's
called mouth to mouth resuscitation. I was in the process of saving your life.
It's similar to kissing."
"What is
kissing?"
"Kissing
is what people do when they care about each other."
"kissing
interests me."
"Yeah, I
know, you slapped me."
"It felt
as you were touching me in a rude manner."
"Your alien
race doesn't kiss?"
"No."
"Within
my human race kissing is a pleasurably necessity during sexual foreplay."
"My race
of beings do not act like lower form animals. We do not physically engage with
each other."
"How does
your species propagate?"
"The eggs
and sperm required for reproduction are extracted from our bodies and grown
within the confines of birthing labs."
"Damn,
that ruins all the fun of it." He paused to shake his head. "Do you
have a name?"
"My name
is Zeena."
"My name
is Steven Dobbs, but everyone calls me Steve."
"Zeena, who
planted a time delayed disrupter bomb in your spaceship?"
"Zonist space
pirates seized my ship within an anti-pulse web. I hid in a secret cargo hold
while the pirates removed my robotic crew for salvage. When they disengaged my
ship from the anti-pulse web, I fired up my trans-pulse engines and escaped. The
Zonist space pirates are super villainous, and as a precautionary measure they
planted the time delayed disrupter bomb aboard my ship." She deeply
sighed. "Now I'm marooned here on your planet earth!"
"I can
help you."
Zeena
laughed. "What can you do for me? You’re a primitive species with hair on
your face and your toting your possessions in a bag mounted on your back."
"No, no,
I'm on vacation backpacking in the wilderness. I'm from Houston, Texas, which
is a huge modern metropolis. My human race has technology, such as electricity,
computers, cars, trucks, buses, airplanes, spaceships, and Super Walmarts."
Her lioness
ears drooped a little. "I may be in a worse situation than I thought. Has your
race ever met an alien from another planet?"
"You're
the first alien I've met. Some people claim an alien spacecraft crashed in
Roswell, New Mexico long before I was born. I've never believed it up until
now."
"I'm not
supposed to be here. This sector of the universe is forbidden. If you hadn't
noticed, I don't look like your species."
"Yeah, I
know you're different, but you do have more human features than alien. I see as
you as a beautiful alien female. I love the bluish green color of your body, your
six fingers on each hand are awesome, and your big round eyes are magnificent."
"I thank
you for the compliments; however; others of your species are going to treat me
as lab animal. They'll slice me open to view my internal alien organs. She
stood up on wobbly feet. "I feel like the impact of the crash has jostled
my innards and overly stretched many of muscles."
"Where
were you going when the Zonist space pirates trapped your spaceship in their anti-pulse
web?"
"I'm a
galactic journalist. I was traveling to the fourth prime planet in the Larton
Nebula sector to investigate a galaxy-wide government takeover by the brean radicals."
"Well, I
don't know what the brean radicals are; however I am surprised to learn you're
a galactic journalist. Do you write stories for a particular news agency?"
"No, I'm
an independent journalist who sells my news stories to the highest bidder."
"Can
your ship be repaired?"
"Possibly."
Zeena nodded her head. "The ship's power systems are coming back on line
as the effects of the disrupter bomb wears off. Although it would be too difficult
to liftoff without my robotic grew. I'm feeling a little better and I'm hungry,
so I'm heading to the galley to prepare some food."
She started
to walk, but stumbled, and Steve grabbed her within his arms. "I can help
you to the galley." He realized her long yellow hair smells just as
wonderful as human female's hair do.
"Thank
you."
With his arm tightly
wrapped around Zeena's gorgeous alien body, Steve guided her along the first
deck main passageway to the ship's galley. He help her warm up some green gravy
and purple slices of alien animal meat for making hot open face sandwiches, and
then he joined her for in the small mess hall for a mid-afternoon lunch.
"How do
you like your fongo beast sandwich with wonko worm gravy?" asked Zeena.
"Oh, everything
was delicious. The fongo beast tastes like what we call chicken, and your baked
bread tastes similar to our bread."
"Steve,
thanks for helping me. I'm starting to feel a little stronger."
"I think
you need to rest."
"I'm
worried that other humans may have seen my spaceship crash land."
"I doubt
it." Steve briskly shook his head. "Your spaceship was invisible
until it came to a stop."
"Oh,
good, the mirrored stealth mode was activated when I passed through your
atmosphere. Knowing this I can rest easier now. Can you help me to my sleeping quarters?"
"I'd be honored
to help you." Steve again wrapped his arm around her to steady her
walking. He sense she's still in pain from having her body whiplashed and her
muscles stretched during the sudden stop of the crash.
He guided to
her quarters.
"How did
you know this is where I sleep?"
"Before
you became conscious, I searched your spaceship for survivors. There's twelve
sleeping quarters and eleven of them haven't been used recently."
"Robots
don't require sleeping quarters. It took me nearly one home planet revolution around
the sun to save enough credits to purchase a robotic crew."
"Why a
robotic crew?"
"More
profit for me, plenty of alone time, and I don't have to deal with a living
crew."
Steve
chuckled. "Alone time is the reason why I'm backpacking in the wilderness."
Steve sat
Zeena on her bed and turned to leave.
"Steve,
can you please help me remove my flight suit?" asked Zeena while displaying
helpless expression.
"Okay."
She pulled
the zipper down and Steve helped her out of her one-piece garment. To his surprise,
the only thing she was wearing is her flight suit. He instantly classified Zeena's
naked body as being beyond a number ten, and being naked doesn't seem to be an
issue with her. She stretched out on the bed, flat on her back. "Oh, my muscles
do ache."
"Zeena,
do you want me to help you get under the covers?"
"No
thanks. The ship's internal atmosphere feels good upon my skin. Will you watch
over me and make sure I'm safe?"
"Of
course I will. Would you like me to massage your muscles."
"Will
massaging my muscles make me feel better?"
"Yup."
Steve nodded his head while displaying a very wide grin."
"Very well,
you may touch my body."
Steve began
to massage her. Her light bluish green skin is flawless, warm, and extra smooth.
She softly moaned in rhythm with his gentle kneading upon the beautiful sections
of her alien body. He realized he deliberately set himself up for the ultimate
sexual tease, but he didn't care. For almost an hour, his massaging job felt
like heaven on earth. He stopped kneading her body when she fell asleep. For a
long time he sat next to her on the bed, visually examining every amazing curve
of her naked body.
Steve picked
up his backpack and entered Zeena's bathroom to wash the Rocky Mountain wilderness
off his body. It took him a while to figure out how to operate the alien
bathroom fixtures. The shower cubical was exceptionally relaxing. It was
similar to walking into a combination microwave oven and automatic car wash.
The floor of the cubical rotated his naked body while forceful jets of hot
steam, hot water, and flower smelling liquid soup was automatically applied to
his entire body. The final shower mode was a powerful flow of hot air that
rapidly dried his body. He enjoyed it so much that ran his body through the
cleansing cycle three times. Besides, it also helped him to come down from his
sexual high. Massaging Zeena's naked body was like smelling and touching a
tasty cupcake without being allowed to eat it.
Steve gazed
at his cleanly shaved face in the 3D mirror. Now in Zeena's eyes I won't look a
hairy face animal. Wow, this alien bathroom is a hundred times better than any
bathroom I'd find in a five-star hotel, he reckoned. I feel and look like a new
man. Who'd thought a trek through the wilderness would lead me to a beautiful
female alien and luxury to boot. The only unhappy thought is Zeena doesn't
believe in physical love making. She thinks the joys of sex is only for the
lower life animals. We're all animals. The only difference is our intelligence.
I wonder how she fights off her primitive inner animalist sex urges. Maybe her
religion has real tough rules. The Catholic church forbids priests and nuns to
marry and have sex. If they would allow them to have sex, the priests would
most likely stop giving the choirboys private singing lessons.
Feeling
refreshed with a clean set of western duds, Steve exited the bathroom to see
Zeena sleeping like an angel. He again sat down on her bed to gaze at her
beautiful naked body. After awhile he stretched out next to her and fell
asleep.
Early in the
morning, Steve woke up to find Zeena with her arms tightly wrapped around his
body. Her naked breasts are pressed against the left side of his chest and her
left leg is locked around his left leg. He can feel the warmth of her sleeping breath
blowing against his neck.
Oh my God,
I'm wearing an alien straightjacket made of sweet bluish green lollypops and I
can't use my animalistic instincts to lick my way free!
Being afraid
to wake Zeena up, Steve remained locked in her arms. A joyful half hour drifted
by and Steve decided to attempt an escape before Zeena wakes up. He slowly
moved her arms, and then he reached down to move her leg.
"You're a
very comfortable male alien," voiced Zeena.
"You
asked me to watch over me and make sure your safe."
"Your
face is now hairless." She placed her warm six fingered hand on his cheek.
"I like it."
"I shaved
of my whiskers off."
"Why were
you sleeping with your clothes on?"
"Because
I felt it was the respectful thing to do."
"Oh,
nonsense. If I'm still on your planet tonight, when you watch over me in my
bed, I require you to remove your clothing."
"If
that's what you desire; however, you're going to notice my sexual animal
instincts permanently protruding from my naked body."
"Yes, I
remember. Your magnificent body massage aroused my hidden animal instincts.
I've never felt such bodily pleasures. I'd like to explore these animal pleasures
in greater detail."
"You
would?"
"Yes."
"Now
would be a good time."
"No…no,
I can't stay here on your planet earth. I need to repair my ship and figure out
how to take off without my robotic crew."
"Zeena, I
can help you."
"Oh,
Steve, you've already done so much for me."
"No, really,
I don't mind."
"You're
too good to me." She sprang off the bed and ran into the bathroom.
"Wait for me."
Twenty
minutes later, Zeena rushed out of the bathroom wearing a purple flight suit.
For the next four hours, Steve closely followed Zeena throughout the ship while
she made slight repairs and adjustments on control panels.
After having
a wonderful lunch together in the mess hall, they went to the cockpit. Zeena
sat down in the pilot's chair and activated her console. She pushed a symbol on
the glass keyboard and her chair automatically widened to the size of a
loveseat. "Steve, please sit down next to me. I enjoy being close to
you."
"Okay,"
he replied along with a broad handsome smile.
She danced
her twelve fingers on the glass keyboard for a moment. "The ship's
computer is now performing a pre-ignition diagnostics test."
"Zeena,
will this test will tell you if there's any problems with the ship's vital
systems?"
"Yes it
will. You are an extremely intelligent human male."
"I'm an
electrical and mechanical engineer," Steve said with pride in his tone.
"Your technology is highly advanced than ours, but I do understand bits
and pieces of it."
Zeena cuddled
up against him and tears began to roll down her cheeks, dripping onto her flight
suit.
"Oh, Zeena
my dear, what's wrong?" he asked while displaying a concerned expression.
"I wish
I could stay here with you. Together we can explore these pleasurable inner
sexual desires I've been feeling ever since I met you. I'm craving for our
naked bodies to link together in a primitive mating frenzy."
"Wow!
That would be awesome." said Steve.
She moved
closer, pressing her gorgeous alien body against him. "Before I depart to
never see you again, I'd like to again experience your mouth to mouth resuscitation."
Steven passionately
kissed Zeena. Their alien tongues met for the first time within the joining of
their oral caves, and they amalgamated in a lustful wet dance.
After the
long kiss, Steve realized it was the most sexually exciting kiss he has ever
experienced. His desires for wanting to make love to the alien female are
overwhelming.
"Without
my robotic crew to help me liftoff and pass through your planet's atmosphere,
there's a good chance my spaceship will be destroyed. Although death would be far
better than being a lab animal for your scientist to probe and dissect."
"Zeena,
can you teach me how to assist you during your liftoff?"
"Yes, I
can, but I cannot allow you to leave your life behind and voyage with me
throughout the universe."
"No…no,
that's okay. I have no future here on earth! My relatives and friends will
think I was eaten by a bear. This is the wilderness, and scores of backpackers
have disappeared every year."
Zeena smiled.
"Oh, Steve, you've made me so happy. Now we can join together to satisfy
our sexual animalistic desires." She hugged him, smothering his face into
her cleavage, between her magnificent alien mountains. "I promise I'll
take good care of you."
For the next
few hours, Zeena showed Steven what buttons to push and what instruments to
monitor.
"I think
we're ready to liftoff," announced Zeena along with a Cheshire cat grin.
She pulled a red
lever and legs extended outward from the underside of the ship, thus slanting
the nose upward. "Steve, after a ten second countdown we're going
liftoff," Zeena excitedly shouted.
The ship shot
forward and turned upward. Within five minutes, they passed through earth's
atmosphere and entered the darkness of space.
Displayed on
an overhead monitor, Steve watched the earth grow smaller as they exited the
solar system.
With help
from the ship's computer, Zeena charted a course to her home galaxy, and then
she initiated the auto pilot.
After a
wonderful dinner, per Zeena's orders, Steve used the bathroom first. He slid
his naked body under the covers to wait
excitedly for her to finish up in the bathroom.
While in the
bathroom, Zeena picked up what looks like a cell phone. She pressed a few
buttons on the face of the gadget and spoke into it. "Hi, Zody, I have
some thrilling news to tell you."
"Hey, what's
up my best female friend?"
"I've
successfully captured my own human male sex toy. He's exceptionally handsome
and extremely muscular. His name is Steve and I know he's going to sexually pleasure
me maybe seven or eight times a day."
"Oh wow,
Zeena, I'm so happy for you."
"I
figure if I take good care of him, he'll last maybe fifty planetary revolutions
around our sun."
"Was he
hard to catch?" asked Zody.
"It was
easy. I locked in on him with my ship's scanners and faked a crash landing
right in front him. You know how gullible those stupid humans can be. I was a perfect
actress. Everything I said to gain Steve's trust was fongo shit. My human sex
toy is already eating fongo meat out of the palm of my hand. He's my property
and I've already tagged him with an implanted obedience chip. Actually, he's so
dimwitted that he tagged himself, thinking the chip was a universal translator."
"I wish
I could afford a human male sex toy."
"Someday
you'll be making enough credits to afford one. But hey, you're my special
female friend, and I'd be willing to occasionally share Steve with you. I just
saw my capture sex toy naked for the first time, and his sex organ is
exceedingly impressive."
"Oh,
Zeena to share him with me would be wonderful."
"I plan
to buy Steve a designer collar and leash. You know, the ones with those rare shiny
stones embedded on them."
"Zeena,
you're so lucky. You're going to be the number one sex talk on every planet in our
solar system galaxy."
"Yes, I
know, and Zigzee will be so jealous of me. Her male human sex toy is becoming old
and worn out. Rumors have been flying around that Zigzee's planning to have him
put to sleep."
"Yes,
I've been told it's best to have them put to sleep when they can no longer
satisfy your sexual desires. The doctor gives them a shot and without any pain,
they pass away within a few minutes. My boss has three human male sex toys
buried in her backyard, right next to her patio. She likes sit out on her patio
and remember the millions of pleasurably orgasms they provided for her.
"Well, I
hate to say goodbye, Zody, but my sex toy is waiting me. I'm anxious to see how
well he performs.
"Happy
orgasms, said Zody."
The End!
© December 2011
