"You just hang on in there, I'll take us to the ship." Taura says with a wide smile. The slimy, smelly flesh around you shifted and moved. She was walking with you stuffed up her butt. You had trouble thinking about anything other than how utterly disgusting this experience was. But you knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg. You signed up for a full month of this. Not much for it then. You'll have to learn to like this or it's going to be a very long month. Desperately your mind tries to shift this torment into something positive. There have got to be some redeeming qualities about this. The warmth was something. You had to admit that it was comfortably warm inside of Taura. You could feel everything move with surprising elegance, the narrow fleshy tunnel pulsing around you. If you closed your eyes you could almost imagine it as a full-body massage. With your eyes shut you also picked up on her heartbeat. It was a relaxing rhythm, making you feel more at ease.
Taura approached the spaceship to find the others already waiting for her. "Where's the subject?" The large horse woman asks. She simply responds by slapping her big butt. The other aliens all roll their eyes and giggle. "You're unbelievable Taura, you only just met him." Your captor shrugs it off and boards the ship. They all take a seat on the bridge and quickly the ship blasts off. Your fleshy home shuddered and shook during takeoff, making you feel a little nervous. Taura's heart beat faster. She'd bounced on and off many planets before, but the rapid launch procedure was always a bit of a rush. She excused herself off the bridge and walked through the bright corridors to a room with a biohazard warning written in alien script.
The room looked like a small laboratory, several tables had odd-looking setups for complex experiments. Taura was more interested in the large chamber in the back. The glass door slid open and she walked in. The cow removed her pants and squatted down. With a grunt she began to push. The squishy walls around you pressing on your body, squeezing you back out. With surprising ease your slime-covered body slid out of her rear. Before you knew what was going on, Taura had sealed the door, locking you inside. Through the glass she spoke. "Decontamination, we can't have any Earth diseases and stuff travelling with you. Just hold your breath, that'll make it tickle less." You weren't about to second guess her on this alien contraption and quickly sucked your lungs full of air.
A loud beep was the precursor for shower heads on all sides to hose you down with warm water. You were amazed the aliens got the temperature just right and even more that they'd installed such a feature. Next, a glowing red grid descended from the ceiling. It pushed away the water on your body and clothes and left you giggling a little as it tickled your skin. The glass door slid open and Taura walked in. She pulled up her pants and was holding a datapad, tapping it and staring at you. She didn't have to say a thing, you already knew this was another test. "How do you feel?" She asked. "A little confused, but not because of what just happened." The cow nodded appreciatively.
"Very well, follow me." You walked out of the laboratory into a nearby room. It was almost breathtakingly barren. A small living room with a bed, a desk and a cupboard. "Sorry for the size of everything. Again, we hadn't quite anticipated you to be this short. In that cupboard you'll find some new clothes. Please put some on now." You were surprised. Quickly you look up to her and ask why. Taura rolls her eyes. "Because they'll fit you better, now if you're done asking silly questions get to changing." It dawned upon you that she had no plans to leave the room. You ask her gently if it would be alright if she waited outside for you to change. "Why? Are you afraid I'll see something I'm not supposed to see? Because if so you're going to be in for a few major surprises in the next month." You gulp loudly.
"Okay, this is taking too long. Here, let me help..." Taura sighs. She grabs you and puts you on the bed. With all subtlety thrown out the nearest airlock she grabs your shirt and rips it apart, tearing the scraps from your body. Your denim pants prove just as fragile in her strong hands. Your socks are the only thing she removes without shredding them in the process. You meep with embarrassment as a large hand grabs your crotch and pulls away your boxers. They too are pulled to strips and discarded. You're left lying on your back, not a thread of clothing on you. Taura hovers above you ominously, hunched down on all fours. Her warm breath washes over your chest and head. You blush at the intimacy of the situation, but Taura has got other ideas. Then again, maybe she'd earned a little fun with him.
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