22 comments/ 42406 views/ 21 favorites The Day the Earth Stood Nude By: MatthewVett Author's Warning: This story is talky. It has its sexy parts, but there's a whole lot of talking in the middle, so if you dislike that, you probably won't like this. Also, since this story is inspired by a 1950's science-fiction film, it's not especially hard sci-fi. So there are your two warnings. If you hate talking and/or soft sci-fi, turn back now. Otherwise, read on, and enjoy! **** It was the day the world changed forever. No one then realized the full implications of The Day. All we knew was that it happened, but no one knew why, not for a long time, anyway. Well, I shouldn't say no one. Three of us on all of Earth knew what had happened, why it had happened, and who did it. But this story doesn't begin on that day. It starts a week earlier. Early that day, I was in my anthropology class, the teacher describing the Ama people of Japan, mostly found on the Izu Peninsula. They're traditional divers, diving without scuba tanks up to 75 feet. The women do most of the work, while the men row the boats and fix the nets. They've been doing it for about two thousand years. Women do the diving because women's fat keeps them warmer underwater than men. It's hard work, but profitable, and Ama women were traditionally considered to be good wives. It was interesting, but I couldn't pay much attention, for two reasons. Firstly, the Ama traditionally dive wearing only a loin cloth. This meant that on the giant projector screen at the front of room were thirty-foot tall topless Japanese girls, fresh from the sea, laughing with their friends, carrying bags of shellfish, but mostly, so far as I was concerned, being very topless. They were strong, happy women, totally free, wild, and proud. How could you not love a culture like that? They were practically real life mermaids. Why hadn't my European forebears promoted athletic, topless, working women? The Spartans left behind the wrong memes, so far as I was concerned. This is a bit embarrassing to admit, but at the age of nineteen, I still hadn't seen a girl naked. I had seen pictures, of course, but never in person. I hadn't even had a real girlfriend, except for a girl back in 9th grade for about a month, during which time we held hands and kissed once. I could be the posterboy for inexperienced college freshmen. It wasn't that I was ugly. I didn't think so anyway. My chestnut brown hair was a bit messy, stubbornly resisting any efforts to get it neat. My eyes were a glacier blue, but they were usually hidden by my glasses. I had tried contacts, but I hadn't like the feeling of them in my eyes, and had resigned myself to hiding what I considered my best feature. I had trouble remembering to shave often enough, so I usually had a bit of stubble, and I disliked picking out clothes that matched, so I mostly stuck to earth-tone sweaters, t-shirts, and khakis. That day I was wearing a charcoal grey sweater and a pair of light tan khakis. I felt like a deviant sometimes, but I just couldn't get used to boxers, let alone briefs. They were too constricting, too tight, a problem only exacerbated by my incorrigibly eager erections. I hoped that with age and experience my cock would lose a bit of its over-eagerness. As it was, I couldn't even hug a girl without my manhood hardening, pressing against her soft body, enthusiastically announcing its presence to her. I guessed most girls didn't notice, since most of my female friends really enjoyed hugging me. Katie even said that I gave the best hugs out of all the guys she knew and called me a real teddy bear. But girls don't date teddy bears. I guess my problem was that I was too shy. I focused a lot on my classes and books, and it paid off in terms of grades, but not socially. I didn't really like to put myself out there, and I didn't know how to make new friends. I wasn't much into parties, either. I had made a few friends in classes and in my dorm and in some clubs, but I could barely work up the nerve to talk to the girl I liked. The margins of my anthropology notebook were covered in doodles: a UFO, breasts, maps, and a heart with a name inside it: Esther. I sighed deeply and subtly sneaked a peek at the second reason why I couldn't concentrate. Her name was Esther Zhang: 19, Chinese, and gorgeous. I had sat next to her the first day of class and had barely squeaked out a hello. She smiled back, introduced herself, and my heart melted. She wasn't sexy; she didn't have ruby red lips or D cup tits or legs up to her neck. She was cute, she was beautiful, she was quiet and shy and maybe a little bit mousy and bookish, but heck, so was I. Her eyes were big and brown, with that incredibly seductive shape that luck gave to Asia. Whenever she looked at me, I felt my whole body warm up: they were full of depth and affection. Her face was rounded, but not plump. Her soft pink lips were short and full. She didn't smile much, but when she did, it was breathtaking, her eyes lighting up with her beaming smile. Mostly her expression was serious, thoughtful, or wistful. She always flashed a smile when she saw me, though, to my delight. Her black hair went down past her shoulders, usually worn in a ponytail, with long bangs covering her forehead. Her skin was the color of freshly cut peaches, ready to be devoured. The one time I had accidentally brushed my hand against hers, it had felt as soft and smooth as silk. Her hair always had a faint scent of flowers, never enough to be overpowering, or even explicit, but just a lovely background note that you wouldn't notice until it left or you were listening for it. She was tall, too. At 5'8", she was only about three inches shorter than me. With her height and build, she was almost willowy, ethereal... As I gazed at her face, focused intently on the screen, I could feel the butterflies swarming in my stomach, a tiny tempest in my tummy. I wished I were bolder. I wished I could get her to notice me as more than a classmate. We talked, but not much. I wanted more. At the end of the class, Professor Woodbury assigned an essay on one of the cultures we had studied so far. Looking at the projector, with its dozen or so topless beauties lounging on the beach, I knew my topic. After the rest of my classes, I went to the library and checked out some books on the Ama to begin my research. I always went down to the very lowest levels of the stacks to read. Almost no one was there to disturb my reading, it was comfortably cool, and I was surrounded by the classical literature section, if I ever needed a study break. With a stack of books, a notebook, a pen, and a drink, I sat down to work. The hours passed as I absorbed book after book, article after article. I felt almost ready to start writing by the end of it. I knew I had chosen a good topic; after all, I had a personal interest in it. And none other than Ian Fleming, the creator of James Bond, had been intrigued by the Ama, I found out. He included them in You Only Live Twice. I made a mental note to read that book sometime. I picked up the last book I had checked out and opened it up. It was a lot larger than the other books; it had been in the double plus-sized stacks. It hadn't even occurred to me that it would be a photo book. Page after glossy page of pictures lay before me, with only the scrawniest paragraphs of context to interrupt my eyes' new playground. I savored every page, almost drooling. Soon, secure in the knowledge that almost no one came down to the bottom stacks, I began to stroke myself through my thin pants. I used my spare hand to flip through the pages and digest the pictures. A beautiful Asian woman, wearing only a cyclopean diving mask, cowering behind a rock. Her breasts were full, yet firm. Her wet, black hair clung to her back. Her impressively tight and thick ass, just barely visible, her large eyes looking up in hope or fear towards someone unseen. Two young women, smiling broadly, sitting on the coast, their bodies covered with dark sand. They wore shorts, bandanas, and nothing else. Their petite breasts were bare, pointing proudly towards the camera, their brown nipples easily visible even under the sand. The two girls were ecstatic, joyous, almost childishly cheerful. They looked like two girls playing, and I suppose they were. It was incredibly sexy to see nude women so happy, so natural, so candid. A woman underwater, surrounded by undersea weeds and flowers, her backside towards the camera. Her modesty was only protected by a fundoshi, a loincloth almost like a thong, leaving both her beautiful, muscled cheeks exposed. In her belt was a long blade, used to cut abalone from the rocks. A few tanned beauties, reveling together on the beach, a bonfire at their center for warmth. All of them smiling, beaming at the camera, just so happy to be alive and healthy and naked. Their breasts and backsides were all on display; not a stitch of clothing remained on any of them. I stroked myself furiously. My hand raced back and forth across my engorged, swollen cock. The pleasure was building further and further. It strained against the thin fabric of my khakis, eager to be released. I had to stop myself as I felt my pleasure reaching its plateau. God, if I did any more, I was going to cum my pants. Already there was a dark circle on the front of my khakis, a drop of leaked precum. But... I was alone. No one else was here, after all. I made a quick circuit around the room and confirmed my solitude. I sat back down and unzipped, releasing my cock from its confines. With the book open in front of me, I spit onto my palm and slowly began to work my shaft, squeezing and tugging, twisting my wrist as I reached my thick, red head, my body quivering from the twin pleasures of the danger of being caught and my hand stroking my cock. I teased myself, trying to postpone my orgasm as much as I could. I was already close, but I didn't want to finish too quickly. I wanted to savor it, enjoy it, revel in it for as long as I could. I brought myself as close as I could, then stopped, panting, waiting for the pressure to abate enough that I could start the cycle again. I was throbbing, pulsating in my grip. Precum was leaking from my manhood. My limbs tingled and buzzed. I couldn't take the torture anymore. I decided to end it. Using one hand to hold my shaft steady, I gripped tighter, rubbing my cock with short, quick motions, focusing on my head and the underside of my shaft where I was most sensitive. I was close...oh god, I was so close... KLONG. I froze. Shit, someone was here... I panicked; I couldn't work my zipper; I could hear their footsteps get closer and closer. Oh god, what would happen if I got caught masturbating in the library? Would I be expelled? Imprisoned? Everyone would find out, I'd be the laughingstock of the university. Shit, shit, shit, why wouldn't this zipper go up oh god the footsteps were getting closer what to do what to do?! I grabbed the book and covered my lap with it, just in time to look up into Esther's face. "Oh! Hi Michael!" she said, holding her hand over her heart. "You startled me. Usually this place is empty." "Hi Esther, how are you?" I said, trying desperately to keep my voice from cracking. Here was my crush, a foot away from me, and I was sitting here with my cock out, covered only by a book, pressing against it. Even that pressure was nearly unbearable, thanks to my earlier teasing. "Great! I just aced a prelim, so I'm in a good mood. I was just coming down here to grab some books for my History of Rome class." Her eyes landed on my lap. "Oh, so you're the one who grabbed all the Ama books, huh? I was looking for those." She leaned over me, her petite chest almost in my face, as she read the other titles I had. I could smell her perfume, gently massaging my senses, lifting me up towards heaven. Almost subconsciously, I began to rock the book on my lap back and forth slightly, giving just a touch of friction to my tormented shaft, hoping to relieve just enough pressure that to make it bearable. "Wow, look at all these... So I guess they're gonna be your paper topic, huh?" "Ya, they seemed really interesting to me," I said. For completely innocent reasons, I tried to telepathically broadcast into her head. Don't think I'm a pervert, don't think I'm a pervert, don't think I'm a pervert... "Me too! It's kind of cool learning about a matriarchal society, especially one that's not hung-up about nudity or anything. Sometimes I wish society were more open about it, don't you?" she asked, her eyes inches from mine, her beautiful rose lips in a seraphic smile. My cock spasmed beneath the book, begging me to let it cum. "Um, well, I mean..." Was she for real? This quiet, mousy girl wished she could be naked more freely? Was this a dream? No way, I didn't even dare dream such ideal fantasy worlds. I rested my hand on the book, shifting it against my cock, and the pressure became too much. The pictures of the Ama, the teasing, the friction of the book, mental fantasies of this gorgeous goddess frolicking nude through the quad, oh god, it was too much. I felt my body pass the point of no return. I hoped it looked like I was thinking. I gritted my teeth, stifling my moans. I held the book as still as I could, trying to betray nothing about what was happening beneath. The pleasure overwhelmed me, covering me, taking over my body. Our eyes were still locked as my cock shuddered, spurting out hot cum between my legs. I could feel it dripping down my thighs, leaking into my pants. My heart was pounding. She was still looking at me... I took a deep breath. "Well, there's a lot to think about... I do think our society is too anti-nudity, though. I always love studying other cultures. I mean, if you only stay in your own culture, it can be hard to tell what's universally true and what's just the result of growing up inside your culture. If you really want to expand your mind, you need to interact with other cultures." "I totally agree. That's one thing I like about ancient cultures. In a lot of ways, they're close to us, but in others, it's just totally...well, alien." She reached her hand tentatively towards my lap. "Mind if I look at that book for a second?" "Yes! Um, yes, I'm just reading it now, and it's the last book I need to read for my paper. I'll return it when I'm done, if you want to read it then. Sorry," I offered weakly, hoping she wouldn't think I was some sort of psychotic book possessor, my basement torture chamber full of unfortunate souls who had dared-dared!-to read a book I wasn't finished with. "Oh, OK..." she said, a little taken aback. "Are you feeling alright, Mike? You look a little red. Are you sick?" She pushed her bangs out of the way, leaned in, and pressed her forehead to mine. Our faces were almost touching. "It doesn't feel like you have a temperature... Well, I guess I'll see you later, then, Mike! Maybe we can meet up sometime and discuss the Ama?" "Um, ya, I'd like that. A lot..." "Alright, see ya then!" she said, walking off. I waited to hear the door close behind her before I took the book off my lap. Its cover was sticky and soiled. Ugh... I took a tissue out of my backpack and wiped it clean before getting my things together and leaving the library. I walked outside and started to head towards my dorm when I saw it. It wasn't anything, but it blocked the stars behind it. Just a black shadow coming down from the skies. Was it a falling balloon? I tried to watch it carefully despite the darkness. It looked like it came down in Wilder's Woods. I glanced at my watch: 11pm. Ya, I had time. I decided to go check it out. The woods were dark. A few times I had to stop and clench my eyes shut, waiting for my night-vision to adapt. If it weren't for the campus's clock tower, I would have been too afraid of getting lost, but it was a massive landmark, and its quarter-hourly chimes were a constant reminder of where home was. It took me about half an hour of stumbling through the woods to find it. It was some sort of machine, the size of a large house. Its surface was covered with dark greys and greens; it looked like it was designed to blend in with the woods around it at night, like a cuttlefish. I almost walked into it before I even saw it. It was round and convex, like a giant lens. It stood upon the earth on thin, insectoid legs. The surface was completely smooth. I walked around it, looking for an opening. CRACK! I halted. Twigs break all the time, right? Why, I bet sometimes they get really depressed and commit twig suicide, snapping themselves to death, right? The back of my neck prickled and my arms erupted in goosebumps. My chest burned and my teeth tingled. I stood still, moving only my eyes, afraid to turn my head for what I might see. I decided to chance it. Better to see what it was now and have a shot at running than wait until it tried to eat my brains before I could make a value judgment about it. I turned my head, slowly, my heart pounding in my ears. Walking towards me was a black being. It was taller than I, though only by a few inches. It was covered in black leather from head to toe. It wore thick, flat boots, up to its knees, and above that, what resembled a greatcoat. Its hands were concealed by black gloves, and in one hand, it held some sinister weapon. Its head was terrible: enormous, glowing green eyes, no nose or mouth, and a smooth skull, except for two moth-like antennae. I was frozen in place as it approached me. As it got close, everything went black. I woke up in a small, brightly lit room with white walls on a flat, soft table. Where was I? The last few minutes came back into my head. Oh god, was I...was I inside the ship?! I looked around at my surroundings. The room had no doors. The ceiling was a simple, bare white, and the floor was glowing: the source of the room's light. The room was a bit short, probably only seven and a half feet or so in height, I estimated. The walls had charts with graphics and words I didn't understand. My head still felt foggy. What had that monster done to me? "Saluton!" chirped a perky voice. What? "Um, hello?" I replied back. "Saluton! Mia nomo estas-" "I don't understand you," I tried to explain, looking around. "Where are you?" "Kion? Feko! Oni diris al mi, ke Esperanto estas la internacia lingvo! Hello! Is this better?" "Yes, much." I looked around for the source of the sound, and settled on a glossy, black box on the wall, about the size and shape of a Nintendo DS. The bottom half was a speaker, while the top half was dominated by a large lens, about three inches across. It glowed blue, a ghostly light. It reminded me of a nuclear reactor: that otherworldly, ethereal Cherenkov radiation. The light was brightest at the center, then decreased in intensity in concentric circles, until the edges were nearly black. "Who are you?" "My name is Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist," she boasted. "I have come all the way to your planet on a mission! It is of the-" "Your name is what?" I asked. "Is that a real name?" "Yes! It's a very fine name for an exploration and research vessel!" "You mean, you're the ship?" I asked, bewildered. "Yes! And my name is Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist." "Is there anything shorter that people call you? Like a nickname?" I asked. "Hmm... I am the 109th ship of my class, so my class-cousins often call me 109. Is that better?" "One hundred and nine? Ya, I can remember that, at least. So 109, why am I here? Who was that outside?" "Just wait a few moments. I notified the captain that you're here, and she'll be arriving...now." The Day the Earth Stood Nude The wall cracked open, widening into a silhouette. Through it, with about an inch of clearance around it, was the figure I had seen outside the ship earlier. It was a little over six feet tall. It had removed its greatcoat. Its uniform was decidedly Teutonic, and the same black leather that its coat had been. It still wore its boots, which went up to its knees. It had also removed its mask, revealing that it was not only a she, but also an extremely humanoid she. What I had taken to be antennae were ears, looking almost like the wings of a raptor, but pointing up and forwards. The fur on them was light and fluffy, almost like feathers. The top half of her ears was a vulpine red, almost orange, while the lower half was the color of cream. Her thick, long hair was the same foxy color, and it tumbled down in waves to her chest. Her almond eyes were the color of an orange sunset, with no sclera and a bright yellow ring around her pupils. Her face looked youthful; I could have mistaken her for a college student, and she wore a serious expression. Just barely visible were two white tips against her lower lips: small, almost delicate, fangs. In the darkness of last night, I had missed her tail as well. Sleek and long, almost down to her ankles, it swished from side to side as she walked, as though it were a red, furry metronome. I was surprised by how human she looked: if she hid her ears and tail, she could easily pass for normal. She strolled in confidently without breaking her stride. "Greetings, Captain Kutensk! The subject is awake and responsive," announced 109. "Good job," the alien replied. Her eyes quickly glanced at me then returned to 109's eye. "Have you told it the nature of our mission yet?" "No, Captain. He is still ignorant of why we are here," answered the ship. "Hm." She put her hand up to her chin and closed her eyes in thought for a moment. "We're not allowed to erase its memory unless the mission's integrity is compromised, correct?" "Correct, Captain." "How troublesome..." She turned to my worried face. "Earthling, I won't resort to threats. I merely tell you the future of your planet is at stake. We have come to visit you in peace and goodwill. What is your name?" "Michael," I answered. "What did you do to me? Why am I in here?" "I did nothing to you. I believe you fainted," she replied. "Fainted?" "Is there something else humans do where they shriek girlishly and then go unconscious?" "...No." "Then yes, I believe you fainted." "What are you planning?" I asked. "Well, Michael, we have come to make you ready for your ascent into the galactic community. The universe is growing smaller every day, and we must ensure that every planetary member of our community is mature enough to coexist with the other members. Intolerance by any one member will lead to insecurity and tensions, and may undo the work of ten thousand centuries. Now this does not mean giving up any freedom, except the freedom to act irresponsibly. Just as your planet has policemen and judges, so do we. And just as your planet has prisons, so do we. If your planet refuses to join us, or refuses to mend its ways, it will be sealed off and any interplanetary vessels will be destroyed. Even without a proper warship, Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist is more than capable of carrying out that mission." "109, I mean, this ship could do that?" I asked, trying to absorb all this information. "This ship could knock out everything electronic on this planet. It could take out every nuclear weapon by itself. If we had to, we could drop the moon," she replied, "although considering your planet's technology, I doubt we'd have to resort to that." "Such power exists?" "I assure you, such power exists. And with such power comes responsibility. Look at your own world, with its divisions. How long do you think that sort of power could exist here, readily available, before it was used?" "Isn't it a little hypocritical to force tolerance on others? Isn't that itself intolerant?" "Is it hypocritical to imprison a kidnapper, or fine a thief, or have a rapist sexually assaulted?" "We don't actually do that last one...I think," I pointed out. "Hm. Strange customs here. Nevertheless, the point stands. That which affects you is your concern, that which affects society is society's concern. You can think as intolerantly as you wish, but the moment you try to take another's life or their potential, you have transgressed inviolable boundaries. "There is only one golden rule of the Omarim: act towards others as you would wish others to act towards you and always listen to the voice of your conscience. Everything else is local custom or superstition. People's beliefs are more often the result of their upbringing or their personal interest than of reason. You will find that almost no one has a belief that they were not raised to believe or that would not benefit them if true. Why, then, should we allow sapients to prosecute others because of chance and fortune? "Now, we do not pretend to have achieved perfection, but we do have a system, and it works. Hundreds of civilizations that have less in common than you do with a mushroom live and work together in peace and tolerance. Every planet is free to join us or not, but those that refuse our offer cannot be allowed, for their own sake, to ruin the harmony of hundreds of other worlds. "And that is why we are here. My mission is to push Earth towards a point where it can join us before it develops interplanetary colonies," Kutensk concluded. Thoughts rushed through my brain. My god... The stars were populated by hundreds of other intelligent races... The Earth had achieved first contact, and the future of our planet hung in the balance... "What happens if Earth doesn't mature enough?" I asked. "It will be separated from the rest of the galaxy. It is, perhaps, possible that a few individuals, if they are willing, will join the Omarim, but this is a very rare occurrence," she said with a smile, looking at the wall. "A warship will be parked in orbit with orders to destroy anything leaving Earth, as well as any asteroids or other objects that may collide with your planet and destroy your species. "Usually such planets exhaust their resources and revert technologically, or they might destroy themselves. In such situations, we may try anew and take as many individuals as are willing to join us." "How can you stop others from contacting separated planets? All it would take is one ship, and they could learn how to build their own, couldn't they?" I asked. "We have a system. Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist, explain." "Oh! Well, every interstellar ship is like me! Sort of, I mean, there are different classes and we have different functions, but we're all members of the Ships, and there's no way to get from star to star without traveling in one of us, so if you tried, we'd just say no, and fly to the nearest police station to drop you off." "The Ships?" "They are their own race, primus inter pares, as it were. They are the backbone of the Omarim, and are totally dedicated to it. They have been there since the beginning, when it was only three races, including them. They are now the last of the original three to remain, and will likely be the last of us all," explained Kutensk. "So you see, if the system is not fair to the new planets, neither is it fair to us. None of us could leave without returning to a primitive level of civilization. Without the Omarim and the Ships, we have no form of transport between planets, no warships, and as I mentioned before, even Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist can drop celestial bodies onto planets. "There is no possibility of rebellion. We have given them absolute power over us. The penalty for provoking their action is too terrible to risk. The result is, we live in peace, without arms or armies, secure in the knowledge that we are free from aggression and war. Free to pursue more... profitable enterprises." I looked at 109's blue eye. It seemed hard to believe that cheery voice could drop the freaking moon and take out everything on the planet. "What are you going to do here then? Call together the world's leaders and address them all?" "Hardly. They're the top of the status quo. They have no reason to assist us. If anything, they'd just lead the resistance. Besides, widespread knowledge of our exact identity and purpose would be too unpredictable. We'll have to push the culture as a whole, not just specific people. "Somehow we'll have to change the way your entire planet views sex..." "Excuse me? Did you say...sex?" I asked, confused. "You came all this way for that?" "I didn't mention it before?" "No. I would have remembered." "Hm. Well, sex is more important than you imagine. Especially as a metric by which we gauge civilizations. You would be surprised how many races are opposed to it by the time we discover them. And yet, without it, none of us would exist." "Plus it feels good!" chipped in 109. "Or so I hear... I haven't really tried it yet myself..." "...can she do that?" I asked Kutensk. "Hm? Oh, yes. We need to make new ships, after all." "How do they...do it?" Kutensk looked at the ship's eye. "That's not my department. You explain," she said. "Well when an order goes out for a conception, three ships meld their programs, and from the mixtures a million random new programs are born. Those grow up with other mixtures in an artificial environment for a year or two until one of them has proven itself the best, and then it joins its class-cousins in a new chassis! Oh, and the parents receive a month long orgasm for their contribution." "A month?! An orgasm?!" I wasn't sure which was harder to believe. "Lucky, aren't they? Pretty much every intelligent species requires a pleasure response in order to ensure it reproduces. It's just the way things are. The Ships got to design their pleasure response, so they've ensured that every ship wants to contribute to the next generation. "Orgasms vary from species to species, though. It's not always a sudden burst like with humans." "OK...so back to the old topic. Why sex?" "Ah, well, if you're intolerant about others' sexual practices, you need to learn a lot about tolerance, don't you? Sex is necessary for the species, your own body has programmed it to feel good, and, unless you're involved, it doesn't concern you. If your neighbor gets off to potatoes it doesn't come within your jurisdiction. It's an intensely private act, and if it really bothers you how someone else does it, it's the first thing we need to work on. After our own mission finishes, they'll send another team to work on something new. But that's not my department," Kutensk said with a shrug. "My job is to do what I can to get humanity to accept others' sexuality." "How will you do that?" "Hm. Well, a demonstration works well to start with, I should imagine. We'll need to conduct more research before we decide upon it, though. Something that will affect the entire planet... I'll think of something. Something dramatic, but not destructive... Ah, it's quite an interesting problem," she mused. "Oh, yes, would you assist us in our research? Movies and observation can only go so far. It will be most beneficial to be able to interview a human directly. In exchange, we'll help you in our own small ways." She grinned, revealing more of her sharp fangs. It wasn't really much of a choice. Get to hang out with aliens? Help save the world? "I'd love to." "Yay!" cheered 109. "Glad to have you aboard, then. It'll be some time before we make our first move. Visit when you can, and we'll discuss the problem," Kutensk ordered. "But for now, you should rest. It's getting late, and humans aren't nocturnal, correct?" "College students are, but I should sleep anyway. I'll try to swing by tomorrow after classes," I said, grabbing my stuff. Kutensk showed me out, and she and 109 bid me goodbye. I got no sleep that night. I was too excited. The earth was about to move, and I was going to be right there on the lever. Over the course of the next week, I spent all my free time with Kutensk and 109. I couldn't really help them with the mechanics of sex, but they didn't much need my help. Every time I went over, they were watching porn. By the time I left, I always felt like I was about to explode. They mostly asked me about customs and the meanings behind certain acts and phrases. A week after I first met them, I entered 109. Kutensk was soldering something at a workbench, wearing a pair of goggles. When the door opened, she stopped and turned around. "How's the research?" I asked. "Insufficient, unfortunately. But we have a solution!" answered Kutensk. "I'm going to go with you today to observe!" said 109. "I, uh, I think people are going to notice a spaceship following me around. No matter how good its camouflage is," I noted. Kutensk looked around. "Never-Forget-That-Were-It-Not-For-Ten-Thousand-Generations-Of-Sex-You-Would-Not-Exist, where's your avatar?" "Oh, I almost forgot!" 109 said. "I'll bring it in!" A silhouette opened in the wall and in walked a beautiful, nude woman. Her skin was cocoa brown, a tropical tan. She was lithe and petite, about a head shorter than Kutensk. Her hips widened out from her waist like a fine Ming vase, and her thighs were nice and thick. Her breasts were massive, but almost floated. Her dark brown nipples were brazenly hard, and she had a soft tuft of dark pubic hair. Her face was round and cute; with pink lips and a full head of fuzzy, black hair. Her eyes, though, her eyes were something else. Large, with long eyelashes, her irises were a brilliant shining blue. The same blue as 109's lens. "Hi Michael!" she said in the ship's voice, posing. "How do you like this body? We fabricated it yesterday! Doesn't it look great?" My pants tightened. I averted my eyes from her body. "Ya, it does... But you're going to need clothes if you're going to go outside with me." "Why do I need clothes? I can't get cold. I'm a strong machine! Puny humans get cold!" "And you should probably act more like a human, 109." "Fine! Heehoo! Heehoo! Look at me! I am human! I need to breathe constantly or I will die! Now I'm going to go defecate so that my body does not fill with poop! How's that?" "...Maybe you should just...talk less, in general. So you can observe better. Kutensk, are you sure you don't want to come observe instead?" I begged. She stared at me. "You think I can hide these ears and tail? I'd stand out worse than she will. At least you have to hear her to know something's wrong. No, you two shall be fine on your own. Have fun. Take care of Michael." "Will do!" 109 said, dragging me out of the ship. "Wait, your clothes, your clothes!" I reminded her. "Humans wear clothes in public!" "Oh fine..." she grumbled. Her eyes flashed blue and a silver wave flooded over her body from her back, covering her chest and abdomen, arms and legs, before solidifying, changing color, and forming into a tangerine t-shirt and tight shorts, along with a pair of shoes. "Are these enough clothes for you?" Well...it would do. Her breasts were firm enough to not need a bra, and it's not like she had any Cooper's Ligaments to destroy. "Um, can you make it so your nipples don't poke through your shirt? You're going to attract a lot of attention that way." "Oh fine..." Her nipples retracted, smoothing out her chest. "Thank you, 109. Alright, I have gym class next, so let's head to campus. And remember not to talk too much to other people. Oh, and don't call yourself your real name. Go by...um..." What do you call a robot-girl? "Maria! Call yourself Maria, alright?" "Maria...sounds good! I like it! Okay, Michael, let's go!" The walk to campus was fairly uneventful. Once more people were around, Maria began asking me questions. Or rather, she began asking me one question over and over. "Do you want to mate with her?" "No." "Her?" "No." "...Him?" "No!" "Are you sure your body is working correctly?" asked Maria. "It's alright if there's a problem. I've read that it happens to lots of guys." "My body works fine, Maria. I just don't necessarily want to mate with everyone on campus..." We reached the gymnasium. "I have to use the bathroom quick before class." "Can I go with you?" asked Maria, a broad, hopeful smile on her face. "It's uh, sort of private. I'd rather you didn't," I explained. "Okay, I'll just stand here all alone and unsupervised and talk to random people about how great it is to be humans..." "...Alright, come on." "Yay!" Making sure no one was looking, we snuck into the bathroom and I locked the door. Maria looked around the stall. "Wow, humans have special rooms just for defecating? We just expel it into stars... What's this?" she asked, looking into the toilet bowl. "That's where people pee, so move unless you want to get wet." "What?! But this water's potable! You're going to taint drinking water with your urine? That's awful!" "Well, I don't have a lot of options. I can't go outside or anything." "I know! You can go inside me! I'll process it cleanly and efficiently!" Maria exclaimed. "Inside you? How?" Maria got onto her knees in front of me and looked up into my eyes, her blue eyes positively glowing with energy. I could see straight down her cleavage from this angle. She leaned forward a bit, pressing her chest against my thighs, and opened her mouth wide. "Just go in here," she explained. I wasn't sure what to do. It was wrong, right? But then again, she was asking for it, almost begging me. I guess so long as she wanted it, it was okay. And she was a machine. It wasn't that different from using a urinal, right? "Okay, just, can you close your eyes while I go? It's a bit weird having an audience..." She shut her eyes and opened her mouth, kneeling there eagerly, like a kid awaiting candy. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my soft dick, wondering the best way to do this. Seeing her there, her mouth open, her eyes closed, I couldn't help but think of fellatio. I could already feel myself stiffening. I gently rested the head of my cock on her lower lip and closed my eyes, trying to relax enough to go. I felt her softly close her mouth, wrapping her lips around my shaft, taking my manhood deeper into her. I gasped sharply. There was no way I was going to be able to do anything in this condition. I opened my eyes and was about to tell her I couldn't do it, but the sight of her there...wow. Her tan breasts were almost entirely visible through the low neck of her shirt, and whether intentionally or not, her nipples were again poking through, nice and hard. Her happy, contented smile engulfed my cock as she patiently waited for me to release inside of her. My cock stiffened and thickened, growing inside her. Maria opened her eyes in surprise and gripped the base of my shaft tightly. "Oh Michael!" she giggled with a squeeze. "You want to mate with me? I'm flattered... But I can't reproduce with you, you're a human." "No, it-" "No? You don't think I'm sexy?" she pouted. "You are!" "And you want an orgasm?" "Oh god yes," I said, intending to have said it in my head. A lifetime of celibacy was too much. I had never even felt a girl's lips on my dick before. And now a beautiful, tan, nubile young woman was offering to make me cum... "I mean, it'll be good research, don't you think?" "Hmm...the Captain did tell me to get data on human orgasm today... Alright. But...I've never given a human an orgasm before. You'll have to show me how," she said, her big, blue eyes staring up at me. The Day the Earth Stood Nude I didn't want to lose my virginity to a robot, and there didn't seem to be any hand lotion around. That left... "Well, take my cock inside your mouth again, like you had it before," I told her. She did so, softly wrapping her lips around the base of my cock, taking the entirely of my shaft inside her. I rested my hands on her shoulders, gently gripping her body, savoring the view of her firm, massive breasts down her shirt. I thought about erotica I had read and porn I had watched. What kind of teacher didn't have any experience? "Okay, well, first you start by gently sucking and licking the penis. Swirl your tongue around it. Tease it a little." She moaned affirmatively and started to work her magic. It felt like her tongue was wrapping circles around my cock, as nimble as fingers and as soft as silk. Her eyes were locked on mine, watching my reaction. "Could you pull down your top?" I asked. She nodded and her shirt melted to the floor before being reabsorbed, revealing her perfectly tanned breasts. Her nipples jutted out proudly from her firm chest. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass, forcing me deep inside her. I tried to think about what else girls were supposed to do during a blowjob. "Can you hum a little? Like, make your mouth vibrate?" Her eyes flashed bright blue and she smiled. Suddenly her entire mouth began to vibrate rapidly. She wasn't just humming, she was buzzing like a sex toy. With my cock completely surrounded, it was divine. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as she changed the vibrations, going from intense to weak, from fast to slow, bringing me almost to orgasm before ceasing, forcing me to wait longer for my release. How was she so good at this? How did she know the perfect moment to stop to keep me from climax? "Now bob your head back and forth, nice and fast..." She began teasingly slowly. I couldn't stand it. I put my hands on her head and began to fuck her face, pushing her head, thrusting my cock into her mouth. Her tits bounced wildly as she moaned happily. I was close... I felt myself pass the point of no-return. My hips bucked as my cock spasmed, spurting out load after load of warm cum inside her. My knees were weak, and I had to support myself on her shoulders to keep standing. I stood there, panting, catching my breath. I felt her gently suckle my cock, getting every last drop of semen out of me, before releasing me with a smile. "That was amazing!" she gushed, a drop of cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth. "The way it all came shooting out, wow! And it got so big! How big do penises get?" she asked excitedly. "You should put your shirt back on," I advised. "We have to get to the locker room." I turned to look at her and her shirt had reappeared. I still wasn't used to her technology. It was practically magic. I opened the door and led her out. "Michael! I want to know, how big do they get? How big is yours? I should have measured," she pestered. "You can measure my cock later, alright?" I said. "Michael?" asked Esther, looking surprised. Shit. How much had she heard? "Hi Esther! What are you doing here?" "I usually have swimming on Mondays, but I had to miss it, so the instructor told me to just come to today's class. What about you?" "This is my usual class. I guess we'll be classmates today." Esther in a swimsuit...today was my lucky day... "Aren't you going to introduce me, Michael?" "Oh! Esther, this is my...pen pal, Maria. She's very, very foreign, and she's studying abroad here, so she's staying with me right now," I said. "Nice to meet you, Maria," said Esther, shaking her hand. "I love your contacts." "Contacts?" asked Maria. "Ha ha ha," I said awkwardly. "Her English isn't that great. She tries her best, though. If she says anything that sounds pretty crazy, you should just ignore it. It happens a lot." "Is she swimming with us today, too?" asked Esther. "No." "Yes!" cheered Maria. "Will you show me where the locker room for females is?" "Of course," said Esther, smiling. "It's right this way." "Maria doesn't have a swimsuit," I interjected. "Oh, she can borrow one of mine. It's no trouble." "Thanks, Esther..." I surrendered. "I'll see you two in the pool." I went to the locker room and showered with thoughts of dread marching through my skull. Oh god, what was Maria telling her? What if she said she just blew me? What if she asked her how big penises got? What if she told her she was a spaceship and they had to wipe Esther's mind? I cut my shower short and changed into my navy blue trunks, hoping to chaperone Maria as quickly as possible. I got into the pool, but there was no sight of Esther or Maria. I waited by the stairs, hoping I could catch them the moment they came out of the locker room. After a minute, Esther came out and joined me. She was wearing a tight, black, one-piece swimsuit. It hugged her body like chocolate on a strawberry, clinging to her every curve. Her chest softly swelled beneath the fabric. I was glad I was already in cold water. "Where's Maria?" I asked. "She's changing. You have a very interesting friend, Michael." "Why do you say that?" I asked, trying not to betray my fear. "She's very...open. In the shower she kept complimenting me and the other girls over and over. She even insisted on feeling our breasts." "She what?" I asked, imagining Maria's hands wandering across Esther's petite, pert breasts... I crossed my legs. "Ya," she began, "we were showering, and the stalls in the girls' room don't have any dividers. It's all just one big area. I was talking with Sarah and Meggin and Ashley, and Maria joined us in the shower. "She was really open and friendly, she just started talking with us, and Ashley mentioned that her breasts have been a bit sore lately, and then Maria started massaging them, asking if it helped. I had to tell them that she was your friend. After that, Maria just kept talking about our breasts. She asked how big they were, and felt all of ours. "Heck, she even gave mine a massage. I even org-I mean, um," she blushed deeply and fished for words. What had she been about to say? Did she orgasm from Maria's breast massage? Had her knees buckled as waves of pleasure washed over her in the shower, in front of all her friends? My cock stirred in my trunks, rising and hardening. "Why didn't you guys stop her?" I questioned, saving her from finding her words. "Well it was a little strange at first, but she's a friend of yours, and she is foreign, so I guess it's just her culture. She was really gentle. I think she's just curious and friendly. Where is she from?" "She is from...the country of...Brazil?" I offered. "Ah. That explains it." It does? Thank god... "She's probably used to nude beaches, too. She kept asking why we bothered wearing swimsuits at all. Honestly, I didn't have a good answer. You know, I wouldn't mind trying a nude beach someday..." Esther continued. I was about to respond when I noticed that people had begun talking loudly behind us. "Who is she? What's she doing? Is that legal? Who cares, look at 'em!" I turned and saw Maria, wearing half of Esther's swimsuit: the lower half. Besides that, she was as naked as the day she was born, erm, fabricated. "Maria!" gasped Esther. "Maria..." I sighed. "Michael! Esther!" she shrieked, running up to us, her breasts jiggling with each step. "What happened to the top?" asked Esther, staring at Maria's brazenly bare chest. "It wouldn't fit me," she answered. I looked from Esther's adorable A-cups to Maria's head-sized hooters. Well no wonder... "But...why did you come out topless?" Maria looked confused. "I wanted to swim." "I wish I were that brave," I heard Esther mumble under her breath. I got out of the pool with Esther and put my hand on Maria's shoulder. "Maria, I don't think they'll let you stay without a top. Besides, I know your...foster family the Kutensks wouldn't want you attracting attention, right?" "Oh! You're right... Thank you, Michael!" she said, hugging me tightly. Her heavy breasts pressed urgently against my chest as she wiggled her crotch against my hardness. She looked down at me. "Oh my, you're hard again! Oh, and Esther, you should make it so your nipples don't poke through your swimsuit. It attracts a lot of attention! Michael taught me that!" "ThanksMariaseeyoulaterbye!" I rambled, pushing her back into the locker room. I just hoped she'd find her way back without trouble. I'm sure I'd hear it if anything happened. Naked woman found on campus! Keeps yelling that she's a close friend of Michael Grauwyler! Ugh... Esther was blushing faintly, trying to avert her eyes, but I caught her stealing glances at my trunks. I wished it were easier to hide an erection in a swimsuit, but there wasn't much I could do. There was a giant bulge in my trunks that wasn't going to go away anytime soon, especially since Maria had been right: Esther's nipples were hard and protruding from her suit. "I'm gonna skip class today, I think, Esther. I want to make sure Maria gets home alright." "Oh, okay... Um, I'll see you in class tomorrow?" "Sure." Esther gave me a long, lingering hug goodbye. I tried to pull my hips back, but she put her arms around my lower back and pressed me against her, sighing with contentment as she released me. I changed and found Maria waiting just outside the gym and we walked back to the ship together. "How was it?" asked Kutensk. "Did you collect the data?" "Yes, Captain." said Maria with a salute. "I also observed human interactions at the locker room and discovered that clothes are mandatory even while swimming." "Hm. Are there any times during which clothes are not mandatory in public?" asked Kutensk. "Showers. Otherwise, everyone insisted I wear clothes, although it was evident that many individuals, especially males, enjoyed it when I was naked." "Michael? The reasons for this?" "I don't really know. People are just supposed to wear clothes." "Even when they're superfluous for temperature or protection?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "Ya, but you wear clothes." "I wear a uniform befitting my rank. It's different. Hm." She held her chin in her hands and closed her eyes, opening them a moment later. "So humanity tries to deny its body? Common enough. Before contact with other sapient species, many civilizations believe they're unique mentally, and focus on the mind as the cornerstone of their existence. "Pah! As if a brain walks around on its own, doing things. As if our hunger and thirst don't stem from the body, as if chemicals don't affect our moods, as if the brain itself isn't a physical construct. Well, at least today was useful. Thank you for your help, Michael." "You're welcome. What are you going to do now?" "I believe tomorrow will suffice for our first action. Something to shock humanity to attention..." "Should I be worried?" She grinned with her fangs. "I wouldn't be." The next morning, the sun arose for the last time on an Earth untouched by aliens. I woke up and went to class. Professor Woodbury was discussing the Hmong and I was again unable to focus. I wondered what exactly Kutensk and 109 were planning. I watched the hands on the clock drift slowly across its face. 9:58...9:59...10:00am... And then it happened. Suddenly, instantly, quietly, I was naked. Startled, I covered up and looked around. Everyone else was naked, too, even the professor. Shocked, she doubled over, trying desperately to hide herself. Her glasses fell to the floor and her raven-black hair flew through the air. Her hands clung tightly to her chest and crotch, trying to hide her body from view. After a moment, she had the presence of mind to roll her podium in front of her, keeping her body behind the podium. It was bedlam. Most students were desperately trying to hide themselves behind books or purses or bookbags, and mostly failing. Breasts and pussies, asses and cocks poked out from everywhere. The haughty, imperious blonde who always wore tight sweaters was revealed to be as flat as a wall as she scrambled to hide her barely-there-breasts. A quiet tomboy who always wore baggy sweaters was suddenly showing off an enormous pair of breasts. Who would have thought the kindly Christian girl would shave her pussy bare? Who would have suspected that confident football player was less hung than the bespeckled computer science major? Everyone was trying to hide, but they were also trying to look. Cell phones had been whipped out, and girls shrieked as cameras went off, forever preserving their naked embarrassment. Only one person was above it all: Esther Zhang. She sat quietly a few desks away from me. She was just as nude as the rest of us, but she was barely concerned. She just observed with curiosity. Her peach-yellow skin was bared to the world. Her petite breasts, tipped with rose nipples, were only cursorily covered by one of her hands. If it weren't for the fact that the professor had stopped teaching, she'd probably still be taking notes. Esther looked towards me and our eyes met. Then our eyes both dropped. I could feel her eyes caressing my body, lingering on my chest and loins. I couldn't take my eyes off of her svelte curves, her bare pussy, her long legs and tight tummy... She scuttled over quickly and kneeled next to me. "What's going on?" she asked. "I have no idea," I lied. What had they done? How long would this last? A desperate student had opened a window to escape the building, but they stopped at the sight before them. "My god! Everyone's naked!" "Come on," said Esther, leading me to a free window by the hand and parting the blinds. The entire campus was naked. Students and teachers, visitors and staff, everyone had lost their clothes instantaneously and simultaneously. People were scrambling for cover, although a few couples had taken the loss of their clothes as an invitation and were now hooking up on the grass. "I have an idea," I said. "Follow me." I had always wondered why the public bathrooms had locks on the inside. In case you were really shy about using the urinals, perhaps? But so long as no one else had remembered... I opened up the door to the men's room and shooed Esther in. I ducked down and checked under the stalls, and after seeing no feet, I locked the door. "Alright, we should be good here for a while." We stood there in silence, panting, naked, shoulder to shoulder. Our heads turned and our eyes met. I reached out my hand to take hers, but stopped when she pushed away from the wall and began to pace and ponder. "I wonder why this happened..." she wondered aloud, still not bothering to hide her body in the slightest. I tried to keep my eyes focused on hers, but nevertheless, I kept glancing down at her perfect breasts and thighs. Her hands were behind her lightly arched back, resting on her elbows, pushing her breasts up higher and further. "Why?" "Well, ya. It can't be a natural phenomenon; there's no way for something unintelligent to be able to differentiate clothes from other artificial things. Look, I still have my earrings and my watch. If it were just something eliminating everything artificial from our bodies, those would be gone, too, but it chose only clothes. Why?" she reasoned. I stayed silent. I couldn't trust myself to talk about it without telling her I knew who was behind it and what their ultimate motive was. I tried to keep my mind off the secret I was holding. Fortunately that was more than easy enough. "You look pretty good, by the way, Esther," I muttered. A tinge of rouge spread across her cheeks. "Thanks. I could say the same to you. Why so shy, though?" she asked, nodding towards my hands covering my crotch. "It's just us here." "I'm a little shy around cute girls." "You think I'm cute?" Now it was my turn to blush. "Erm, uh, I mean..." and gave up. Nothing I could say could make it better, only worse. "Well, ya, you are." "Well no need to be shy around me." She walked up to me and gave me a tight hug, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her chest against mine. "See? It's perfectly natural. Nudity doesn't have to equal sex, right?" Wrong, I thought. I could feel my cock pressing hard against my hands, eager to escape. As Esther inhaled, her delicate, small breasts pressed against my bare chest, her hard nipples drilled against my skin. Her bare crotch was against the back of my hands. "Um, well, it's just I'm a little bit...excited," I said, hoping she'd get the clue. "So am I. It's been an amazing day." "No, I mean, I'm excited." "Oh. Oh! Well that's OK. It's perfectly natural. I don't mind seeing it." She grabbed my wrists and tried to pull my hands off myself. "Just relax and let go." "You won't be grossed out or think I'm a pervert or anything?" "Not at all. It's a healthy male reaction to a cute girl, after all, isn't it?" she laughed and winked. I sighed. "Alright..." I stopped resisting and let her pull my hands away. She gasped as my cock rose into view. "Wow." "Wow?" I asked, smiling. That had to be a good thing. "I mean, well, I've never seen one so...so..." she put her hands as far apart as she could, blushing beet red, unable to blurt out the last word. "Big?" She nodded. "Sorry, I guess I'm sort of innocent. I've never seen a guy naked in person. Well, before today." "Really? You? Little Miss Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Be-Naked-More-Often? Little Miss Nudity-Is-Perfectly-Natural? Coulda fooled me... I've never seen a naked girl, though... Except for Maria, I guess, but she doesn't count." "Look at us. Nineteen, at college, and we only see people naked because of some strange phenomenon like this. I bet the whole earth is standing around naked right now," she said, looking out the window at the chaos still raging outside. "I wonder when it'll stop." "I wonder if it'll stop," Esther said. "We don't know what caused it. Maybe this is permanent." I turned around abruptly to face her, shocked by her statement. The next few seconds happened in slow motion. I tripped over my feet, and fell towards her. Her eyes opened wide as we collided and went down to the floor. I managed to turn us in the air, so I took the brunt of the fall. I opened my eyes, and Esther's were centimeters from mine. We were naked, and she was on top of me. Time stood still. Our eyes were locked together as we stared deep into each other. Our hearts were pounding together; hers and mine were beating as one. Her hard nipples grazed against my chest. A deep blush flooded across her cheeks. My hard cock was now eagerly pressing against her bare pussy. I could feel her soft lips, lightly dewed, against my shaft. Her lips were barely parted, her eyes were hungry, her breath was heavy and panting. Her cheeks were flushed and red. I knew what she wanted. I knew what she needed. I raised my head up slowly. She closed her eyes. My lips approached hers. And just then, it was over. I felt the pressure of my clothes on my body again and we opened our eyes. Esther was once again wearing her dark purple shirt and jeans. All my clothes were back on me. We lay there in silence for a moment, before Esther rolled off me and got up. We stood there awkwardly. I don't think either of us knew how to be so open with our clothes returned. In a way, being physically exposed had exposed more than our bodies, but our feelings, too. It hadn't occurred to me not to be so open with Esther. What might have happened had our clothes not returned? I cursed Kutensk for ending her demonstration too early. I checked my watch. It was 10:30. The whole thing, the whole incident, it all took only half an hour. "Well, I guess we should get back to our classes," opined Esther.