Chapter 5
I close the hotel room door, and after what seems like an hour without doing so, I take a breath.
Hotels when you’re a trans girl are always a weird thing.
Even though, yes, my ID says Lucy and my gender marker reads a proud ‘F’, something about the way the hotel clerk looked at me gave me a weird ick.
Maybe it’s just my own perception, but their eyes lingered a bit longer than they should, and they stared at my ID for a moment too long.
I could have also been nervous because I was checking into a hotel room with a very expressive and sometimes loud squid woman in my car. That really could have contributed to it.
I don’t usually go for motels, they’ve always felt kinda scummy to me, but tonight I obviously had many reasons why I’d rather pull right up to the door to my room instead of walking through hallways carting along said squid woman, so, the finest room at the Seaside Motor Suites would have to do.
I say. I put my backpack on the table and reach in for yet another fruit punch. “Here.”
Apparently there was something about the salinity of the solution she was kept in, but Xyzo has an insatiable appetite for electrolytes.
The current haul of sports drinks in my backpack are the third that we picked up on the way here, in awkward convenience store tips where I know I looked suspicious, but had no other option.
Xyzo peers at my hand, her arms slowly lengthening and twisting back to their natural state. “No orange?”
“You drank all the orange, so we’re stuck with fruit punch for the night.” I hold the bottle out.
“Fine…” Xyzo reaches a tentacle out and wraps it around the bottle. Her skin feels slightly oily, but much drier and colder than the other times I touched her.
“What? Not a fan of Red 40?”
Xyzo twists the cap off while holding the bottle with the same tentacle, a move that is maybe a little too impressively dexterous.
“Huh?” She takes a sip, some of the red liquid dripping down her chin.
“You humans are boiling the planet, and you’re worried about a 1% increase in the chance of getting a stomach ache…
priorities.” Xyzo takes two large gulps with a wide-open mouth to finish off the bottle in an instant.
“No, I just dislike it because fruit punch tastes like garbage.”
Her mouth in that moment looks…fuck.
I don’t really recall the last time I had sex, but I know it’s been too long.
It was probably some forgettable bout of desperation as me and Maya tried to salvage some semblance of our romantic relationship, but that was at least six months ago at this point.
I’d fooled around with some friends here and there since then, but nothing too serious, nothing deep.
So with that context, I’m sure you can understand how looking at Xyzo right now in a hotel room, the relief of safety running through my mind for the first time in a couple of days, made me inexplicably turned on.
She reaches over and hands me the empty bottle. “I’ll leave it to your human intuition to find a trash can.”
I take the bottle and start to pull my hand away, but I feel Xyzo’s tentacle wrap around my wrist, freezing me in place.
“Hey.” She says.
“Y…yeah?”
“Just…thanks for deciding to help me. I know it would have been easier to leave me there to die, especially since I was moaning and being a bitch about it.”
“You were really annoying, I don’t know if I could have left.” I smirk.
“No, you could have. Most people would have.” Xyzo’s tentacle tightens slightly. “Just…don’t sell yourself short, Lucy.”
“Thanks…I won’t.” I know I’m blushing like an idiot, but I have no resistance to it right now. She has me in her clutches, very literally. But, being the nervous wreck I am, I decide to divert. “You feel…cold…”
“Clammy?” She says.
“I was trying to avoid the seafood puns.”
Xyzo giggles at the very weak joke. “I’m fine, just…a little dried out. Being around such a cute girl takes a lot out of me.”
“Uh…umm…” I say, my heart jumping and skittering in my chest as I see Xyzo’s demeanor change. “What do you…what are you…”
“Listen, I’ve been hooked up to machines and prodded for five years, and, even aliens have…urges…” Xyzo pulls a little closer, her leg or…whatever, pressing into me, pinning me to the table.
“That’s, I mean…I just…” I can barely form the words as things swirl in my head. None of this feels real…well, except the incredibly real feeling of Xyzo’s body giving my touch-starved self something to distract from what’s been a bewildering night. “There’s a…lot…what are we…”
“Lucy,” Xyzo draws in closer, “I can tell. Even if your girldick wasn’t pressing against your leggings right now, I would be able to tell just from your cheeks.” She grins. “Unless I’m wrong.”
“You’re not…” I say.
“It’s…safe, just to be clear. There’s no chance of anything…happening.” Xyzo says.
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been here a bit, it’s not my first time doing this with a human. It is the first time with, uh…”
“Yeah?” I smile, “you’re OK with it?”
“Are you kidding? I am a literal space alien, Lucy, it would be super fucking weird for me to be transphobic.”
“I imagine there are space bigots.”
“There are, but I’m not one of them.” Xyzo slides her tentacle up my arm, moving past the elbow. “Promise.” I don’t put up resistance because I want whatever this is so bad. “Can I kiss you?”
Words fail me, so I nod.
Xyzo approaches gently, the tentacle snaking up further, now winding over my shoulders. The kiss, when it comes, is electric. Like an eruption of energy in my brain. It feels so different and yet so familiar at the same time. She tastes sweet…but then I realize that’s just the fruit punch.
I lean against the table and let her press into me, and she takes me up on the offer. Her other arm, split into a few tentacles of different lengths, crawls across my hips and down my leg.
This should feel terrifying. It should instill panic in me in a way I can’t even comprehend, but in Xyzo’s appendages I feel maybe more safe than I’ve ever felt with anyone. Maybe even more than with myself.
“You’re a good kisser…” Xyzo says with a grin.
I peck at her again, feeling her draw closer to me, inch by inch. “You’re not bad yourself.”
“I’ve had hundreds of years to study it, though.” Xyzo leans back in for another kiss, her body feeling like it will merge with mine if we keep them this close for too long. “You’re not bad for someone who just got started.”
“I’ve kissed…some people…” I laugh nervously.
“I’m sure I can show you a thing or two.” Xyzo leans in for another kiss. Her lips are a completely new feeling to me, obviously, but, they feel so perfect against mine.
“Yes, ma’am…” I relax, letting myself release to the power and control.
I’ve never been the dominant one in relationships, and it turns out that doesn’t change when my partner is a different species. Feeling Xyzo’s strength, her power, and her restraint to keep me exactly where she wants me while keeping me safe has already turned me into a puddle.
“Can I…is it OK if I…touch you?” I say.
“Thank you for asking nicely, and, absolutely…” Xyzo wraps a tentacle around my forearm and puts it at the base of her stomach in the small gap between the zipper in the wetsuit she was wearing.
I’m hesitant, but I reach up and glide my hand under the fabric, feeling her body for the first time outside of the context of survival.
It’s a little weird to be with someone this cold, even more so now that with a human, she would be getting warmer and warmer.
As I touch Xyzo, her skin shifts in color slightly, grey hues coming to the surface in the wake of my fingertips.
“You’re…like a mood ring.” I say, swirling my finger above her hip.
“Pretty literally…I mean, I’m holding back a little. If I shifted away more from my humanoid form, you’d see a whole rainbow of hues.”
“Don’t feel like you need to disguise yourself for me, Xyzo…” I say, my hand wandering further up her stomach.
“You sure? Most humans have…problems with it.”
“I think we’ve firmly established I am not like most humans and don’t give a fuck about what they usually do. Clearly.” I glance down at my body, admiring the ways I’ve crafted and shaped it despite what nature tried to throw at me.
Xyzo smirks and kisses me before relaxing, holding me tight with her tentacles still. “I’ll keep things fairly anthropomorphic, but…well…if you want me to really change, I’ll have to be naked.”
“I don’t see a problem with that if you don’t…” I say.
“Seems like since I’m the guest, maybe you should get that way first.” Xyzo unwraps me from her tentacles and takes a step back, her eyes sweeping me.
“Is that an order?”
“Should it be?”
“Fuck…” I say. The look on Xyzo’s face tells me this isn’t the first time she’s taken charge with someone, or…something…and the confidence she’s projecting is the exact kind that turns me into the subbiest girl who’s ever lived. It’s almost like she’s reading my mind, which…
“What?” Xyzo says.
“Are you, like, in my head?” I say.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean all of this, the way you’re treating me, seducing me, it’s so…” I sigh “It’s absolutely perfect. I’ve just…” I gulp, “I kind of needed this for a long time, and you’re serving it all up to me.”
“Lucy do you think I’d need to have telepathy to be able to tell the wispy girl who blushes when she’s kissed and falls apart at the first touch could possibly be a bottom who likes being told what to do?” Xyzo says.
“Fair…”
“Now, subby girl, you’re wearing way too much clothing. Fix it.” I see a new determination in Xyzo’s eyes, and it turns me on even more. She is damn good at this.