The T'aal Imperative - part 1

“Come on B'loor,” said Lieutenant David Sparr as he caressed the T'aal's muscular arms. “Share and share alike, it's a human custom.”

“You know very well that I am forbidden to do this,” said B'loor. “If my eleven brethren find out there would be serious repercussions.”

“Do you see them around here?” said Sparr narrowing his eyes mischievously.

“You know what I mean Dave.”

“I just want to look at them, you know... I'm just curious,” Sparr said rubbing the alien's massive chest hoping that it would have the same effect to the T'aal as on humans.

“You have all the information you need from your training, and I believe they teach T'aal biology in all Earth schools.”

“But I have not seen them myself, now please, we're all here to learn are we not?”

“Very well,” said B'loor visibly flabbergasted. He reached out his right hand and held out his fingers. As Sparr watched, the fingers started to extend. The pinkish tubes of meat grew and grew until all five digits were sprouting tendrils that were about a foot long.

“Your cocks are beautiful,” smiled Sparr.

“They are not 'cocks', these are my sex organs,” said B'loor as if insulted. “They are called ulok.”

“Whatever you call them, they are making me hard.”

“That's because humans are preoccupied with sex,” said B'loor holding out his other hand and the same happened to his other fingers.

“May I touch them?” asked Sparr but he didn't wait for a reply and started feeling the tendrils. He was surprised how warm they were and as he handled them, the tendrils started to secrete a film of sticky mucus along its entire length. “Tell me again why it's forbidden for you to engage in sex with us again? I sure don't mind you fingering me right now,” Sparr said without taking his eyes off the weighty organ he held.

B'loor backed away and his tendrils started to retract. “I cannot see how this is relevant.”

“Because it is, B'loor,” said Sparr as he grabbed another tendril giving the fleshy stem a little squeeze. To Sparr it felt rubbery, like a long flaccid penis but with a firmer interior. Sparr took the T'aal's hand and move it between his legs. B'loor tried to pull away but Sparr firmly held it there. “Come on B'loor, no one needs to know.”

“And that is how trouble usually starts,” said B'loor, his expression unreadable.

Sparr was about to let go and give up when he felt the tendrils touch his scrotum. His eyes and smile widened when he felt some of them going around his distended pouch and others curling themselves around the base of his hardening cock.

“Now,” said Sparr looking into B'loor's eyes, “refresh my memory, how do these spectacular uloks work.”

“Well, for the T'aal, the ulok, a collective noun, are not unlike the human penis,” said B'loor who didn't turn away from Sparr's gaze. “They enter our mate's body through an abdominal opening and deposit the inoor, our eggs, into our mate.”

“And you can do that with anybody, right?” said Sparr who suddenly flinched when he felt a pinch when the tubes tightened around his genitals.

“The T'aal have no gender, as you know, we can mate with anyone of our species.”

“Only your own species?” Sparr looked down between his thighs as a lone tendril was making its way to his cockhead and started to caress the eye of his penis.

“Our canon of laws prohibit inter-species mating.”

The tendril on Sparr's corona parted the eye of Sparr's cockhead, nudging the lips open with its tip. The tendril began to shrink until it was no thicker than a straw. Then gently, like a snake it burrowed its way in. Sparr gasped as it entered him, deeper and deeper. The sensations made him feverish and he could feel himself flush as the tendril continued its path up his urethra. Sparr held on to B'loor, hugging him in the process, his face pressed against the T'aal's neck.

Sparr let out a startled moan when the tendrils tore off bits of his uniform to gain access to his anus. He sighed when they began to slide up inside him. “Oh god...” Sparr whispered into B'loor's neck as goose-pimples formed all over his body.

He didn't know how many of the stems had inched up his ass but he knew there were more than two. The alien organs seemed to be probing him, almost as curious about him as he was about the T'aal. Sparr felt these tendrils grow and thicken, some latched on to his prostate, an others rubbed themselves against his anal wall. Sparr's knees started to buckle under the stimulation, and his breathing started to get more labored. The tendrils started to feel warm and Sparr was sure that B'loor was nearing climax, just as he was. Sparr felt his own precum dripping from the the tip of his strained penis and trickling down to his balls and onto his boots.

There was a knock at the door of his quarters. Sparr yelped as all the tendril pulled out of him at once. The door opened after the second knock and H'loor, the T'aal elder walked in. Sparr tried his best not to look caught and quickly turned around to hide the tear on his uniform. He glanced at B'loor who showed no facial expressions whatsoever.

H'loor regarded them for a while. His face was stern and Sparr couldn't tell if the T'aal knew what had happened.

“Lieutenant Sparr, You are needed on the bridge,” said H'loor who was looking only at B'loor when he spoke.

“Okay, sure... I just...”

“We have detected a ship on an intercept course,” said H'loor cutting off the human. “Your tactical expertise is required.”

“Yeah, sure... I mean I'm on my way...sir,” said Sparr. As H'loor turned to leave Sparr asked, “Why didn't you just call me over the comm?”

“Indeed,” said H'loor as the doors hissed shut behind him.