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Beyond Imagination


Beyond Imagination
By Epona, copyright 1999. Do not republish without permission of the author.

[Note: asterisks indicate italicization]

Deirdre didn't need to wonder why she had been picked to first this mission. As
the only female in the group, the men often left such positions to her,
something about her being able to handle something "so sensitive" better than
them. As if being a woman automatically qualified you as "more sensitive". Hard
to believe that in the 23rd Century chauvinism still existed, but it did,
although much less blatantly than in the 21st century. *Still,* she thought, *I
don't know why a woman would be able to handle an ambassadorial meeting with a
bunch of slime-pool aliens any better than a man*. She smiled to herself.
*Maybe they are just more grossed out by these aliens than I am. So much for
"men of steel"*.

They had been communicating with these aliens for a little over two years now,
after the initial discovery of life on this planet (so close to Earth,
relatively) four years ago, then the discovery that there was *intelligent*
life. It was amazing really.

When the probe first landed and sent back confirmation of a water-based
atmosphere everyone had hoped, and then the pictures of the microbes and varied
types of large slime-like organism came back and set the scientific community
a-buzz. But then disappointment. It appeared that the slimes were the *only*
type of life on the planet. So only a small crew was sent to investigate them.

Then a year later the news came from the crew that they were actually
communicating with the slimes. Apparently they didn't like the scientist
dissecting their comrades, and so banded together to let the scientists know
they had to stop. It was the first step, that allowed for the eventual means of
developing a communication system between the humans and the slime. *I have to
quit calling them "slime"*, she thought, *before it slips out at a meeting and
starts a War of the Worlds*. The correct term for the aliens was Angorians, as
they themselves had communicated to the scientists. That didn't stop most
people on Earth (and the colony on Mars) from calling them "the Slimes".

Now it was her job to talk to the Sli... er Angorians and convince them to
allow humans to set up a colony on the planet now called Angoria. She had been
hand-picked from a group of other scientists for this mission, due to her
education in Plant Psychology, and her breakthroughs in educating plants to
grow better with the help of specially trained human tenders ("farmer" was no
longer a term in vogue). She guessed that the Presidents thought that she might
be able to help establish a bond between the Angorians and human similar to
what she had accomplished with plants. Hopefully since the Angorians were more
intelligent than plants, it would be much easier.

She had deliberately not studied the findings of the scientists already on
Angoria because she didn't want to make any conclusions about the aliens
without first-hand knowledge. So it was not surprising that she felt so
...unprepared for her first meeting with them.

Despite her fears, the meeting went well, and the aliens seemed favorable to
the colony if certain precautions were taken and boundaries and rules set. The
meeting had taken place in a room with a row of chairs set along a long shallow
channel filled with warm water. The chairs had been comfortable, the Angorians
surprisingly talkative, and it had not been as awkward talking to large globs
of different-colored slime as she had feared. And really, they were more like
soft clay than slime.

Deirdre had particularly enjoyed her conversation with one of the Angorians
named Im. Im was one of the larger aliens, mostly a vibrant shade of teal, with
lavender on the edge. If her body was converted to slime, she would only be
slightly smaller than Im was.

They agreed after the meeting to converse privately some more, Im traveling
along a water-channel leading out of the room, and Deirdre following him along
the corridor to a side room that contained a larger pool and more comfortable
couches for humans.

Im glided over to the communication panel on the side of the pool closest to
the couch, and politely waited for Deirdre to settle into the couch before
'speaking'. The vibrations Im sent to the panel were interpreted by the
computer, which then 'spoke' in monosyllabic computer speech.

"You know, we don't really find it all that offensive to be called 'slime'," Im
said.

Dierdre sat up with a start. "How could you know...? Ah... I should have
guessed that you would have some telepathic capability."

"Yes, just like your 'plants' on your planet. It really is more efficient, and
I'm sure that humans will evolve eventually with more capacity for it.. Some of
you already have limited abilities, including you. You don't think it was all
brains that enabled your breakthroughs in communication, do you?"

Deirdre laughed. "No, I suppose I thought it was more luck than ESP. But how
can you sense these things? Never mind Ð I'll make a note in my log to explore
this further at our next scientific meeting."

Im undulated slowly, a sign she had come to learn was assent or equivalent to a
human "OK".

She reached down and put her hand in the water, testing its warmth. "Mmmm...
just right for a bath," she said. "I wish they had a pool like this in my
quarters!"

"Well, you could always remove your clothes and come in. Our species are not
toxic to each other. I frankly don't understand why you wear garments, they
don't protect you or serve any practical purpose that I can fathom."

Deirdre laughed again. "True, very true. I suppose it won't hurt me to come in,
I've been *dying* for a nice bath." She made sure the door was set on "Knock Ð
Voice", and then proceeded to remove her clothes and slide into the pool. The
water was delightfully warm, and came just up to her chest. Her breasts bobbed
gently in the water.

"You are more brave than the other scientists, they still insist on wearing ...
water-suits when they are in the water with us, despite the fact that we are
non-toxic to you." He paused as she took a few strokes around the pool,
enjoying the water. "You humans are much more graceful and seem ... happier in
the water. On land, you appear so awkward and clumsy. Walking seems so
unnatural compared to gliding."

"I suppose it is. I've always loved to swim ... I even had dreams in my youth
where I woke up submerged in water, and I didn't need to breathe the air." She
sighed pleasurably, remembering her dream.

Im undulated again. "And you've had dreams about procreating in water too...
how fascinating for a land-creature".

"Im!" she exclaimed, blushing. "Please don't invade my thoughts like that! I
know I probably broadcast them, but it makes me uncomfortable to talk about all
my thoughts."

"Sorry, I still have to learn more about human emotion and expression. We
communicate equally physically and mentally, and find it difficult to
understand such a concept as 'private' thought. And it is true that none of the
other scientists have been as communicative mentally to us as you."

"Well," she said in a conciliatory tone, "just tell the other Angorians not to
discuss human thoughts with humans until we are more comfortable communicating
that way."

Im undulated. "You know, it is not much more different the way we speak than
the way you speak. They are all just vibrations... mental and physical. And
I've noticed that humans do use a lot more 'body language' to communicate than
they are aware of most of the time, just as we do. We also procreate in a very
similar fashion, from what the scientists have told us."

"Really?" Deirdre was nonplused. "So you do have two different genders?" This
had not been in any of the news or preliminary reports, but then again, she had
not researched much.

"Not in the same exact manner, but yes. We all can produce young, but the
larger and stronger of us usually choose to pass on our genetic material to
those more suited to producing young. The 'passers' develop specific structures
in our early development that enable us to 'pass' more easily, and the
'producers' do the same. Much like your human male and female organs. I am a
passer, so I suppose by human standards I would be considered a 'he'."

"Ah. And do you have any procreation rituals, or special methods?"

"Yes. The producers generally indicate when they are ready to receive from the
passers, and once a passer is selected, the two will seclude themselves for the
procreation process. There are also ... other things that are done at this time
that are not strictly for procreation." Im hesitated.

Dierdre got the point. "In other words, you do certain things solely for
pleasure. You're right, that is not so different from humans. But what exactly
do you do?"

"Passers only need to insert our structure into the producer and inject them
with our genetic material, but we often insert ourselves into the producer in
other ways that are pleasurable to both. We also make it so that our surfaces
are touching as much of each other as possible. And there are special
vibrations we have which are strictly reserved for the procreation processes
between a passer and a producer. Sometimes two Angorians will meet and produce
these vibrations without actually completing procreation solely for pleasure,
but these will have been two that have completed procreation earlier. Much like
human 'mates'."

"Fascinating!" It was more than fascinating, Deirdre was also slightly aroused
by all the talk of procreating and vibrating. The idea of being encased
completely Im and having the alien vibrate against her ...

"I would not mind showing you, Dierdre."

"Im!" But she wasn't really too angry at the Angorian for reading her thoughts
again, she was too aroused to be really angry.

Im stretched closer to Dierdre. "I ... like you very much, and nothing I could
do as a passer would harm you, and I will inject no material into you.
Angorians often please each other this way when they like each other, without
actual procreation. If you want me to show you, you must trust me as I will not
be able to 'talk' to you as I will be away from the panel, but if you wish to
stop I will. Would you like me to demonstrate?"

"Have you studied our anatomy to ... know where we, um, procreate?" she asked
hesitantly.

Im rippled quickly, Angorian laughter. "Yes, we have. I also will be able to
read your thoughts more clearly when I am closer to you, which will make it
easier."

"Well... okay. I guess technically we are just getting to know each other
better, right?"

Im did not answer, but instead moved through the water towards Dierdre. She
felt a wave of nervous apprehension, but when Im's "body" touched her it was
replaced by wonder.

"You are so soft!" Im undulated in response, and allowed more of himself to
touch her, lightly pressing and moving away to let her get used to the feeling.
Then the alien slowly wrapped himself partly around her body, reaching beneath
both of her arms.

Deirdre felt her breasts being encased and released, then pushed up and let go,
and couldn't resist giggling. "I bet your producers don't have those!" Her
giggle died as Im slowly vibrated against her in response, a sensation utterly
new and yet intensely pleasurable. "Mmmm.... I can see why a producer would
like this...."

Im pressed more of himself against her, and it felt like wet clay being molded
to her body. He spread down her torso, and she parted her legs slightly in
anticipation. She felt a warm, firm mass push down between her legs, even
squeezing between her nether lips to rest on her clit. At the same time, her
breasts and nipples were encased in the warm alien's body. Then Im vibrated
again.

"Ahhhh... how wonderful. It's like having a vibrator on two places at once. But
it gets better doesn't it?" She leaned against the side of the pool, gripping
the edge with her hands to keep from sinking, and then closed her eyes and let
her head fall back as she relaxed into the sensations the alien was producing.

Im began stretching further down between her legs, probing with a gentle
finger-like extension of his body into her vagina. He slowly pushed further and
further in, and then began swelling until he completely filled her. Deirdre
moaned in delight, spreading her legs apart even further.

She felt another probing mass working its way down to her anus and she felt her
muscles tense in pleasure and anticipation as first it gently prodded, then
pushed itself in, further and further. Just when she felt she couldn't take any
more, it started to swell too until her vagina and her ass were completely
filled, stuffed with the alien's body.

This had always been her secret fantasy... to be filled at both ends at the
same time ... and here she was doing it with an alien! The sensations, the
thoughts, the experience were making her hot with desire for more.

Im began vibrating again, but differently than before, more intensely. Deirdre
felt her nipples being massaged, and at the same time the parts of the alien
that were filling her vagina and her ass were pulsating with strong rhythmic
ripples, and she felt vibrations from another part of the alien encasing her
clit. It was like being fucked three ways at the same time, and yet better than
anything she had yet experienced. It seemed as if everywhere she wanted to be
touched and filled, the alien was there, and the intensity of the pulsating and
vibrating was raised and lowered and raised again until Deirdre was at the edge
of climaxing. And then the alien squeezed her, almost like a tight hug, and
gave her the most intense vibration yet that made her shudder from head to toe,
from her open mouth to her quivering ass.

Deirdre nearly screamed with the intense orgasms that began rocking her body,
one after the other. Finally when she could take it no longer, the alien's body
slowly softened again and melted off and out of her body like hot wax. As Im
moved away from her body and over to the communication panel, Deirdre clung to
the edge of the pool, panting.

"Deirdre, are you alright?" came the synthesized computer voice.

In between breaths she answered, "yes, I'm okay, Im." She smiled. "Very okay".

"I am glad that you enjoyed that. I enjoyed it too, although I find it hard to
believe that it was really better than any procreation you have shared with a
human. Perhaps you just need to learn to touch your mate more."

Deirdre laughed. "And you need to learn to quit reading minds. But after you do
that to me just one more time..."


From a collection: "The Velvet Edge: Pagan Bedtime Stories for Adults". Email
the author at PrimeCatz@aol.com if you are interested in submitting a story for
this collection.

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