Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He's got that out-of-this-world, alien baggage.
TWINK
Until recently, I figured I was a pretty average twink whose biggest problems were being a terrible barista and having a cheater jerk for an ex.
Enter hulky, sexy, oh-so-scruffy Daddy.
He's quirky and calls me Twink like that's my name.
That should have been a clue something was off, but I guess my friends are right about my broken picker because turns out, he's not even human. He's a parasitic, shapeshifting, tentacled alien from another planet.
If that's not bad enough, he's got baggage. Out-of-this-world, alien baggage.
He crash-landed on Earth after escaping his ex, Sheila, a Vorcon—whatever that is—who used him for breeding drones.
This should be more than enough drama to keep me away, but despite a brief alien abduction, he's actually really thoughtful, kind...and even the whole tentacle thing seems pretty hot.
But my new sexy extraterrestrial Daddy has a mission to get back to, and unfortunately for both of us, Sheila isn't exactly out of the picture...
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1
DADDY
“Come on,” I said in my Furker tongue while playing with the findoneum vines, which had dislodged during my crash landing.
I’d taken stock of the many damages my ship, the Kaylog, had endured when it had unexpectedly routed off-course and thrust me into the atmosphere of a small blue dot of a planet, hurtling me toward its surface. I’d already discovered my hyperblemic crystal, a necessary component for the Kaylog, had a substantial fracture, too large for me to easily repair using the tools on my ship.
I feared the worst. That I crash-landed on some desolate planet, perhaps made mostly of ice or dirt. Some uninhabitable part of space where I would certainly die. Fortunately, as I realigned the findoneum vines, they began growing back into place, and diagnostics kicked back on, syncing with my arm cuff.
The data and stats about the atmosphere of this new place appeared before me, as if projected against the wall, though this was simply being broadcasted to my brain in a way that my visual cortex could process. To my relief, the information provided assured me the atmosphere outside was something a Furker could adapt to.
I enjoyed a moment of relief before cursing my mate—ex-mate, now—knowing she was responsible for tampering with my ship, surely hoping that I would perish because I dared abandon her. Regardless of what she intended, death would have been a reprieve from captivity under her control.
Using my tentacles, I struggled to pull myself to my feet, as my ship now rested at an angle. As I scanned the interior, it was apparent the Kaylog would be able to fix itself somewhat, though it would need time to recover from the incident, which would happen faster without my being aboard.
Still disoriented, I headed out to the main compartment and opened the hatch, discovering a dark world outside. Cautiously, I peered out to see where I had landed, surprised to find structures that seemed a product of design rather than some natural cause—architecture with clear, defined lines and shapes. In a vast universe of chaos, I wondered what the odds were that I would land among a world of creatures sophisticated enough to build such structures. Though this was not something I could spend much time dwelling on as I emerged from my ship, allowing my body to adapt to the atmosphere.
My vision rapidly adjusted to permit me to assess the path where I stood between two of these large structures, one of which had something scrawled along the side, which appeared as such:
SUCK MY DICK, MOTHERFUCKERS
I fidgeted with my arm cuff to see the state of my translating device, though the Kaylog informed me this was being reset with the rest of the ship. However, I was relieved to find that the data was being input so that, when it was back online, I could use it to navigate the language of the species.
I continued surveying my surroundings. Lights emanating from spots along the walls of the structures around me illuminated the paved path I now stood on, and farther down, there was another, larger path created between even more of these structures. Furkers had similar such paths, and on this planet, I would later come to learn these were known as “alleys” and “streets,” and the structures were called “buildings.”
A sound caught my attention, and I promptly went to investigate. My instincts urged me to hide, so I found safety in the shadows cast by the lights illuminating the streets.
From the side of one of the buildings, a creature walked by on all its extremities. With short hair and pointed ears, it stopped and turned to me, hissing before scurrying off. Could this small species, maybe a hundred times smaller than myself, be responsible for these buildings and streets?
I didn’t have much time to consider this before three new creatures walked along the street. These were what I would come to know later in my investigation of this planet as Homo sapiens or “humans.”
Though not the strangest of creatures I have observed in my travels, it was interesting to note that, like the species I had first observed, they had four extremities, yet unlike the hissing creature, they chose to only use two of them to walk, similarly to Furkers. It seemed they used their two other limbs to hold an electronic device in one, while manipulating it with the other.
It was this device that led me to hypothesize that this was the species responsible for the architecture, though I was willing to consider other possibilities if new evidence came to light. Despite the many advantages of our species, I have always been prone to cognitive biases that have led me astray on more than one occasion. This was not a feature of Furkers, but a personal genetic defect I have constantly worked to overcome, and which will color much of what I report.