The high alert klaxon was continuously blaring with “Intruder Alert” added at intervals by Sandra, the ship’s AI computer.
Security Chief Jason Furner was charging down the passageway on deck 10 heading towards Medical, the last known position of the intruder, with his laser in hand.
He was breathing heavily, but not from the exertion of running, he ran 7 miles a day in the simulator. He was worried. This was not the first intruder he has had to deal with, but each encounter was unique and always a chance for a violent encounter. He thought he could feel the scar in his chest burning a warning from the last encounter when the alien had launched a two-foot barbed spike from its face into his chest, narrowly missing his heart and lungs. He pushed the thought aside and kept running.
“Sandra!” he barked into his comm link. “Current position of intruder!”
“The intruder is on deck 10, junction 45,” Sandra stated in her usual flat tone
“Almost there,” he thought, steeling himself. The passageways were empty, the crew well-trained in emergency protocols. He turned right, then left with the precision of someone who knew the ship’s layout to the millimeter. He stopped at junction 44 so he could peek around the corner.
His first impression was that the alien seemed unthreatening with its short height, two legs and feet, slender build and curious skin. The skin seemed to dance with colors, almost like a kaleidoscope. It did not appear to be wearing clothing. The alien was not displaying any kind of weapon he could see, and its smooth face seemed gentle and almost entrancing with the shifting colors, but he knew better and approached it by the book.
Since it had no visible weapon, he holstered his laser, but was comforted by its weight on his leg strap and the fact he had won the quick draw competition within the security team the last two years.
He turned the corner and, with a practiced, friendly yet no-nonsense voice, approached with his comm link open to Sandra’s translator. His hands were in the air, and he said, “Hello, my name is Jason Furner. We need to know the reason for you visiting us without announcing your presence.”
The alien considered him and spoke with what could only be described as the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. It was like a beautiful, happy song, but completely unintelligible.
“Sandra?” he asked into the comm link.
“Unable to translate. Insufficient base knowledge of the language construct,” she replied.
He looked back at the alien and said, “I’m sorry, we cannot translate your language yet.” He kept his hands held high and continued slowly towards the alien.
The alien looked at him quizzically, it seemed. Jason swore he saw an almost imperceptible nod, like it had made up its mind about something.
Jason’s head exploded with colors, the same pattern he saw on the alien’s skin. He felt himself falling into the colors, but it was strangely comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold day. He was falling, falling, falling, his head hit the metal deck.
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Jason woke up in a fog and looked around confused. He was in Medical, and his head hurt like hell. He tried to sit up but was immediately rewarded with a wave of nausea and dizziness, causing him to lay back down.
“That should teach you, chief. No more getting up,” a female voice said in a light laugh.
He recognized the voice, it was Jenn Thompson, one of the ship’s nurses. She was a black haired beauty with caring brown eyes and a bright personality. Jason had thought of asking her out on a simulator date, but word on the grapevine was that she had started a relationship with Ensign Gene Harris from Engineering.
“What happened? How did I get here, Jenn?” he asked quietly.
“We found you a corridor away when the ‘all clear from intruder’ was sounded. You’ve been unconscious for three hours. Glad to see you awake,” she stated. “How do you feel?”
“My head feels like a Candarian canitor slapped me with its tail,” he murmured.
Jenn laughed,” Ouch. Looks about like that too. Seems you collapsed in the passage and smashed your noggin on the deck plating. You have a concussion. What happened?”
He thought back and said, “I made contact with the alien per the rules of engagement, saw some colors, and woke up here.”
Jenn was standing close, checking his vitals on the med screen above his head, the med bed sensors continuously monitoring his body. “The colors were a result of the bang on the head. I need to finish up some labs on you before Dr. Williams returns. She is briefing the captain, they will both be here shortly. I’ll just be on the other side of the room here.” She pointed to a nearby med station. “Let me know if you need anything.”
She crossed the room and began working, leaving Jason to his thoughts. He replayed the encounter in his mind and thought, Jenn has it wrong, the colors came first.
‘God I love feeling Gene’s cum slowly dripping from my pussy into my panties. We need to be more careful when we fuck while on duty, we almost got caught. I barely got back in time for the chief waking up’
It was Jenn’s voice, but it sounded like a whisper an inch from his ear, and she was across the room. Jason shook his head, which made him wince in pain.
“I’m hearing things,“ he thought to himself. “Must be the concussion.”
Again, a whisper in Jenn’s voice, ‘The way he grabbed and pulled my hair back hard while pounding me from behind and slapping my ass made me cum so hard.’
“What did you just say?” Jason asked this time.
Jenn replied, “I didn’t say anything, chief.”
Jason remained quiet. The last thing he needed was for medical to think he was hearing things, they’d keep him here and do a thousand tests.
The door slid open, and Dr. Cheryl Williams and Captain Max Nolter walked into the room. Jason had served under Captain Nolter for three years now, and there was deep mutual respect between the two men.
Cheryl. Jason still had trouble forgetting their brief but torrid affair a few years ago. Her husband, Dan, had almost discovered them, and she said they had to stop the affair. Heartbroken, he complied with her wishes and kept it professional with her at all times since she broke it off. It had hurt, as he had fallen in love with her. Surprisingly, it worked out well, and they worked great together when the situation called for it, but he still longed for her.
The captain said in a relieved voice, “Damn good to see you awake, chief.”
Cheryl smiled, his heart melted. She was funny, caring, intelligent and insatiable in bed. She was beautiful. Long blonde hair, perfect C cup tits and an ass that most on the ship; male, female or alien agreed was in the top five.
“How are you feeling, Jason?” she asked in a caring tone.
“Swell,” he replied. “Ready to get back to work, Doc?” He tried getting up as he spoke and was again rewarded by another round of dizziness and nausea, forcing him to lie back down.
“Yes, obviously. Lay still, chief. That’s an order,” she said.
“Make that a double order,” the captain laughed. “Always appreciate your dedication to the safety of this ship, Jason, but take it easy. Sandra lost internal sensor contact with the alien, like it just vanished. The rest of the security squad found you unconscious on the deck. What happened?”
Jason relayed the encounter in detail, though he left out the part about the sex filled whispers he was hearing. For now.
“Call me crazy, Captain. I think the alien was trying to communicate with those colors I saw,” Jason said in earnest.
Jenn had finished the lab work on Jason and had handed the medtab to Dr. Williams, as the captain and Jason were chatting. Her brow furrowed in concern as she scrolled through the results. “It may be as he says, captain. There is very unusual brain wave activity occurring in the chief. We’ll need to monitor him closely,” she stated.
“I’ve seen this before,” Cheryl thought to herself, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“Very unusual?” Jason snickered to himself, “You mean like hearing Jenn whisper sexual things in my ear?”
“Anything I should be concerned about, Doc?” Jason asked.
“Hard to say as of yet, will need to do additional tests and research, but in general, I don’t think so,” she replied, still puzzling over the familiar brain wave pattern on the medtab.
“Any danger to the ship, doctor?” the captain asked in a concerned tone.
“No, not that I can see,” she confirmed.
The captain nodded, “Very well, doctor. Keep me informed should the situation change. Glad you are still with us, chief. Get some rest.”
The captain strode to the door, just as he was reaching the door, the whisper in Jason’s ear returned, but this time it was the captain’s whisper in his ear, ‘I wonder if Cheryl likes getting titty fucked and a load of cum spurting on those nice tits.’
The door slid open, and the captain walked out.
This time, when he heard the voice, in the corner of his eye, he saw the alien kaleidoscope colors swirling; he pushed it away with his thoughts, and it was gone. Jason, again, said nothing. If he did, and with the unusual brain wave activity noted by the doctor, they would start sticking probes everywhere.
He did chuckle to himself, “The captain was right on the money about Cheryl, though.”
“I need to retest some of your blood samples,” Dr Williams said and walked over to the med station where Jenn was seated. “Jenn, you rerun the DNA sequence, and I’ll rerun the standard blood tests.”
Jenn nodded, “Will do, doctor.”
They both started tapping on their screens.
Jenn’s whisper, ‘I wish I had stuck a finger in his ass while I was taking him deep in my throat, he would have loved it, but you never know how guys will react. Maybe I can ease him into it.’
The colors returned to the corner of his eye, no, wait, it was the corner of his mind. Again, he pushed it away easily.
Cheryl’s whisper, ‘Oh, I do miss how Jason would suck on my clit while sliding a finger in and out of my ass till I came. He did things Dan will never do for me. Dan is so vanilla. But he is a good man. I’m still glad we broke it off.’
The colors. This time he let them swirl for a bit in his mind’s eye, he felt himself getting aroused and pushed it away before someone noticed a tent pole under the bed sheet.
“Holy shit!” Jason yelled to himself. “I think I am actually hearing people’s sexual thoughts.”
He reminisced on how he and Cheryl did that exact act on more than one occasion and how they both liked to switch roles of who was aggressive in bed.
“Or that bonk on my head is really messing me up,” he thought.
He decided it was time to tell someone. He was about to ask Cheryl for a private conversation, but was interrupted by the night shift nurse, Tom Bennings, walking into Medical.
Jason had played handball in the sim a number of times with Tom. Good dude, athletic build, ruggedly handsome good looks.
“Hey, Jason. I heard what happened, glad you are ok. Who else am I going to beat at handball?” Tom teased with a laugh
“I seem to remember kicking your ass last time,” Jason retorted
Tom, with a fake hurt look, said, “I had sprained my ankle.”
“Yeah, yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” Jason said with a smirk.
Tom went over to the med station, smiling and said hello to Dr. Williams and Jenn, relieved Jenn, and took over the DNA sequence testing. Jenn smiled at Jason and told him she would see him in the morning and left.
It was quiet in Medical. Jason started playing the latest game on a personal tab left by the bed to pass the time
Tom’s whisper, ‘Che’lek was amazing last night. But does that mean I am gay or bi now? No, she is technically a female.’
Colors, arousal.
“Damn, sounds like ol’ Tom had a night with Che’lek,” Jason thought.
Che’lek was a Zaldonian. Zaldonians were a beautiful species; their delicate and intricate facial features are enhanced by the deep blue color of their skin. Zaldonian females have a phallus and another organ where a human’s belly button would be for giving birth. Zaldonian males have the equivalent of a vagina and spread their sperm during orgasm inside themselves and the female cock creates a suction during climax, pulling the seed inside.
Never having been with a Zaldonian, Jason wondered to himself, “Was Tom pegged by her? Did he suck her cock? Both? What would that Zaldonian female orgasm suction feel like? I agree she is technically female.”
Jason listened to the soft beeps and air handling system of Medical.
“This is getting out of control,” Jason thought. It made him worried now.
Cheryl came over and gave him an injection. “That will help the brain swelling go down and ease up on the dizziness,” she said
“Doctor, I need to tell you something in private, please,” Jason managed to finally say.
Dr. Williams didn’t think anything of it. Patients are often embarrassed by symptoms or what is happening to their bodies.
“Tom, could you please go down to the store room on deck 7 and get a box of Gel 2102 sample plates?” she asked.
Tom replied, “Sure thing, Doctor Williams.” Tom understood the code words for “patient wanting privacy” and walked out.
“What’s going on, Jason?” She asked. The formalities always dropped when they were alone.
“Cheryl…I…I’m hearing things and…seeing things, colors, the colors of the alien’s skin I told you about earlier,” he whispered.
“You are having auditory and visual hallucinations?” she asked, concerned.
He slightly shook his head and said, “That’s the thing, I don’t think they are hallucinations.”
“What do you mean, Jason?”
He took a deep breath, “Earlier…I heard you whisper in my ear that you miss how I suck on your clit while sliding a finger in your ass.”
Cheryl was at first surprised but then became furious. “No, Jason! I told you! We can never hook up again; it was a mistake, and we both know it. You’ve been so good about honoring our agreement. Please don’t!” And she pivoted on her foot and began to storm angrily out of medical.
Jason desperately yelled after her, “You said Dan was vanilla but a good man!”
That stopped Cheryl in her tracks. She turned back around and said softly, “I never told you that, but I was thinking that earlier, when I was thinking about…never mind.”
Jason told her about all the other whispers. He thought he saw a slight smile when he mentioned the captain’s. Who doesn’t appreciate being thought of in a naughty way?
“Of course!” Cheryl exclaimed after a moment with a eureka look moment on her face. “That brain wave pattern…Sandra, compare the current brave wave pattern of patient Furner, Jason, patient ID one five one one alpha six to brain wave patterns detected in the sexual study conducted on Minas IV by Doctors Rand and Sla’nek.”
Sandra’s voice responded over the comm link,“The brain wave patterns are an exact match, however, the amplitude of the wave is one thousand times larger in patient Furner, Jason patient ID one five one one alpha six.”
“In English, Cheryl?” Jason asked in a confused voice.
She began as if giving a student lecture, “Most, though not all, intelligent species, think about sex throughout the day. It’s woven into our desire to procreate, our imaginations our enjoyment of sex. Human males, for example, think about sex 19 times a day, with females about 10 times a day. Of course those are just averages and are affected by many factors. Crenons think of little else, good thing we don’t have any onboard the ship or you would hear their whispers constantly. Anyways, during the study they discovered a very slight change in brain waves when the test subjects reported thinking about sex. The exact waves your brain is now showing, except yours are constant and seem to be a thousand times more powerful, and somehow that is allowing you to attenuate to their thoughts and hear them. Amazing. The study did not mention anything about colors, this could be specific to the alien that affected you. Tell me about the colors, do you feel any pain associated with it?”
“No, quite the opposite, it’s very soothing…and um…arousing, I felt myself starting to get hard a few times, especially when I heard your whisper,” Jason replied.
Cheryl pretended to ignore the last remark, but felt a tingle between her legs. She kept on topic so he wouldn’t hear her whisper that she had just gotten wet. “Anything else associated with the colors?”
“No”
“What am I thinking now?” she asked.
“I don’t hear anything,” was his reply.
“I was thinking about the DNA sequence we ran, so it appears you do not possess complete mind-reading capability,” she said. “How about now?”
She turned away from him. Cheryl let her thoughts drift and focused on how in the old days, she would have yanked the covers off of Jason and wrapped her mouth around his flacid dick. Nothing turned her on more than feeling a man get hard in her mouth, it felt empowering. Once hard, and god he was so much bigger than Dan, she would begin licking all around the head, up and down his shaft, again and again, till she would take him into her mouth, slowly lowering her mouth on his cock, almost to her throat and then pull up again.
On the next time down, she extended her tongue to enhance the feeling on the underside of his member. Bobbing her head, she would wrap her hand around his cock and follow her mouth up and down, twisting her hand as she got to his head. Time for a treat she thought and went down all the way on his cock, feeling his big head plop past the back of her throat, hearing Jason groan as a result of her actions always made her feel like a feral beast. He always made her feel so alive.
Oh God! Cheryl realized she had gotten carried away with what should have been a quick experiment. She turned around and saw Jason was stroking his cock, a sure sign he had heard all of it. She ignored how completely wet her panties had gotten in her reverie.
“Message received I take it. Looks like you only hear sexual thoughts,” she chided.
Jason replied with a wicked smile, “Loud and clear, Doc.” His smile slowly faded as he realized he needed to honor their agreement and not press her for more, and stopped stroking himself.
She composed herself as well and said, “Those colors you see, Jason. I have no medical reason for saying this, but I don’t think it is harmful. I think it is something the alien granted to you. I would suggest you try and see if you can control it somehow, but take it slow, I know you and your jump head first mentality. Oh dear, I need to start documenting all this,” she began typing on the medtab and stopped.
She spoke quietly, “Jason, for old times’ sake, I am going to keep this off the books. Many people and species would consider your new…um…ability an invasion of privacy…you could get drummed out of the fleet.”
“Shit! I didn’t think of that at all, you are right,” Jason exclaimed suddenly feeling the weight of his career being ruined. Fucking alien, fuck you.
“It will be our secret,” Cheryl promised. “As long as it does not endanger the ship or anyone else.”
“Not the first secret we’ve had,” he said sweetly, and reached out to hold her hand, fully expecting her to snap her hand back. She didn’t.
“No it’s not, is it?” she questioned wistfully.
She gave his hand a squeeze, then slowly withdrew it and asked, “Have you “heard” anyone else on the ship, Jason?
“No, only people that have been here in medical,” he replied.
“Good, so seems it has a limited range. Get some sleep. I’ll dismiss Tom for the evening a keep monitoring you.”
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Jason nodded off, thinking of his situation. He felt a little sad as it seemed Cheryl was still committed to Dan and controlling her thoughts, not a single whisper.
He fell into a dream. The colors began swirling, in the far reaches of his mind, he remembered, “…control it somehow, but take it slow”. He began focusing on the colors. After much trial and error, he discovered it was a partnership versus control. He could ask the colors to swirl and change. He decided to focus on one particular white color intently and felt himself getting pulled into it, he stopped it and he seemed to be floating above it serenely. The color was patient, not demanding, it just existed. “Take it slow,” echoed all around him. Fuck it he thought, and let himself get pulled into the white color, faster and faster, everything a blur, until suddenly the world came into sharp focus. He wasn’t in Medical anymore.
It looked to be a crew cabin.
Something was wrong, though; he couldn’t move, could not control where his eyes were moving. His head was down, looking at the top of a standard cabin bureau, but judging by the contents on top of it, it wasn’t his cabin. His head came up without him doing it, and he was looking in a mirror but it was not his face in the reflection; it was Lieutenant Leia Franklin, the day shift navigator who was married to James Franklin, one of the astronomers on the ship. Jason had always found her easy to talk to and teased her all the time.
She was a gorgeous brunette with smallish tits and firm body and was completely naked in front of the mirror.
It was such an odd experience seeing through her eyes, but not being able to control anything. He was an observer. He felt aroused, but not in the usual way, he felt a wetness between his legs. Oh god! He was feeling what she was feeling.
‘Oh we shouldn’t be doing this, I’m married and you’re the captain,’ she said quietly in her mind as she rubbed her hands over her tits. Jason felt the tingle as her hands rubbed over her stiff nipples.
“Damn that feels good,” he thought.
One hand drifted slowly down her chest, dragging her nails lightly over the skin causing goose bumps, until she reached her pussy which was completely shaven clean. Slowl,y she slid a finger down her wet lips, sliding back and forth over them.
“This is the most erotic feeling I have ever experienced,” Jason thought. He could not think of the appropriate words to describe experiencing and feeling someone’s arousal through that person’s mind and senses.
She thought, ‘I’m married, but I need you to fuck me, captain,’ She plunged a finger into herself. She let out a quiet moan.
What an incredible moment and arousal he was feeling. Her arousal. He did sense somewhere, she had never actually fucked the captain, this was pure lusty thoughts on her part.
Leia stopped after a few minutes, much to Jason’s disappointment. She opened a drawer, moved some sexy thong underwear to the side, and pulled out a 8” life-like dildo with veins protruding in key areas. He noticed it had the attachment that would spurt out a cum like substitute when a button was pressed.
She was holding it by the base with one hand and stroking it with the other as she walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed still stroking the cock. ‘Aye captain, I will suck your cock,’ responding to an imagined command.
She brought the big dildo to her lips and began licking the head all around. ‘You have a nice cock captain, as nice as I always imagined’
She plunged it deep into her throat, gagged and pulled it all the way out. She then began slamming the dildo deep into her throat over and over again, while rubbing her clit furiously, the only sound in the room the gack gack gack of the cock hitting her throat.
Jason the observer felt all of it and felt the wetness now dripping down low. She and by extension, Jason were so turned on by this throat fucking.
She got on the bed, face down, ass in the air. ‘I need your cock captain. Fuck my cunt hard!’ She reached around and began furiously plunging the dildo in and out of herself. Supporting herself by her face and chest, she began rubbing her clit while continuing to fuck herself. She felt the pressure building and when it was at hand, she yelled ‘Cum in my married pussy captain, It’s yours!’ She plunged the dildo deep and held it there while expertly pressing the button on the attachment, causing it to forcefully spray her cervix with cum. Her orgasm exploded, her pussy clamping down on the dildo, she began shaking.
Jason the observer felt alive, felt amazed. The orgasm was amazing and the most intense he ever felt, the same yet so different from a man’s. Having a vagina penetrated and a sensitive throbbing clit was eye opening. He felt enlightened.
He began hearing a disembodied voice, and the world trembled, and he felt himself being pulled out of the white color.
“…n…k…p! J…n wa…up! Jason, wake up!
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Jason woke up. He was in Medical again, Cheryl standing over him, concerned. He looked at her.
Cheryl gasped, “My God, Jason. Your eyes!”
His normal green eyes had been replaced by the kaleidoscope of colors he had told her about, the colors swirling.
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End of Part One
