Ja'ha woke up lying on a strange, comfortable box. A layer of blankets covered his lower half while his tentacles flailed about uselessly as they usually did when he was sleeping.
The human woman lay on the box next to him, her head buried in a pillow and her body relaxed in sleep. Ja'ha was not a violent creature but for the first time since he crash landed on this planet (for the second time), he started to wonder if he picked up one of the fluffy pillows beneath his head and covered her face with it... would his problems just go away?
The woman snorted in her sleep, rolling over and dragging his tentacle with her. He screeched in pain and she shot up on the bed, screaming in terror, and there was a lot of screaming for a good five minutes.
Finally, Ja'ha slapped her across the face with another tentacle, surprising himself, and her cries were abruptly cut off.
"I WAS SLEEPING!" she hissed.
"You were manhandling my tentacles," Ja'ha sniffed.
The woman smiled lasiviciously and sidled closer to him. "You love it when I manhandle your tentacles."
"I REALLY don't!" Ja'ha denied--and it was true. No matter how many times she violated his tentacles with her human reproductive organ, it continued to hurt and cause him pain like a hymen that continiuously grew back after every penetration.
But the woman ignored him, throwing a leg over his side and grabbing a free tentacle.
As she stuffed this tentacle into one of her many orifices, Ja'ha began to wonder if this would be his life now. He felt like that footballer Özil for they both had similar eyes and seemed to have the same effect on human women.
Later, the woman decided that she had chores to run and that the tentacle in her vagina would be no hindrance. It was difficult to navigate Las Vegas as she kept pausing to orgasm every fifteen minutes and she was almost arrested for indecency (his tentacles scared the human cops away, to my detriment).
The pain was unbearable. There was nothing that Ja'ha wouldn't give to be back on his spaceship. He could see little miniature humans staring at him in rapt fascination while their parents sheparded them away, whispering about 'horrific influences' and 'where the hell did she get a vibrator that look liked that?'. Any bellow for help was met with a stern shushing noise from his captor and as the day wore on, Ja'ha began to resign himself to his bleak future.
But the final straw came when the human encountered one of her friends in a horrifically pink boutique store and she began to gush about how good his tentacles made her feel. He could see the inevitable coming a mile away; the women stared at him lasciviously and then they were overpowering him, jamming his tentacles into every orifice they could find and he almost blacked out from the pain.
Screaming, he charged out of the boutique store, both women swinging higgledy piggledy from his tentacles. He ran out into traffic and when one of the large, automotive vehicular devices sped toward him he experienced a spasm of panic before pain exploded through his tentacled body and his vision went black.
***
Unfortunately, death did not wrap its black, webbed tentacles around Ja'ha and when he woke up, he found himself in a strange, white room with glaring white lights shining into his face.
"Welcome to Area 51," a pleasant voice said, not unlike the voiceover on the Ratchet & Clank game that his shipmates had managed to download into their control center.
He had barely a moment to respond before a jolt of electricity shot through his body and he spasmed on the table.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWW!" he howled in his alien language.
It was then he realized that though he was in immense pain, there was no woman attached to his tentacles, and he was finally free. And as another pulse of electricity shot through his battered body, he was strangely comforted by this fact.
"What is your name, alien?" the voice sounded again.
Ja'ha blinked up at the light and a face materialized. It was another human face-a pretty one, for a human, he decided.
"Ja'ha!" he announced, though it sounded like a strange blur of syllables in his alien tongue. The human seemed to understand him though, for she wrote his name down on a clipboard and smiled pleasantly.
"Good boy," she said soothingly. "My name is Elydia and I will be your nurse. We're just going to run some tests now."
Pain exploded through Ja'ha's body then as electrodes and electricity and dangerous currents were pumped through his body by machines but through it all, his nurse continued to smile and look into his eyes and even as his whole world went black, Ja'ha realized he was falling in love.
