Manphibians Chapter 9: Lights Out--Officially Evan Andrews ©2023
This story is not quite a fan fiction but it's close enough.
As always. I had a slate of faces I imagined while writing this story, and I'll list them at the end of each chapter until we have the full cast. Use your own imagination if you don't like my choices. This story should not be taken as a true representation of the sexuality of any of the men in question.
The story depicts males in sci-fi sexual situations with other males, and the odd alien. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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The Phibs had only so much time to devote to pleasures of the flesh, but they'd put their time to good use. The pod of mammals had taken the first steps towards assimilation and seemed to be at peace with providing the aliens comfort, emotional support, and sexual release.
the Pilot croaked.
the Leader said <Quartermaster, the pets are in your care for now>
the Sociologist asked.
the Leader said placatingly.
Though the Phibs, while on a mission, were forbidden to breed, there was nothing in the orders about using alternate means to achieve sexual release—at least male sexual release. Now they knew that they could use their pets in lieu of a partner of their own species. They could release spermatozoa with no physical consequences, though it would require more experimentation to discover if the mammals could bring on the release of eggs as well. Since the mammals were not only a different species but front an entirely different line of evolution, there should be no way they could fertilize eggs, not even if they mixed their own spermatozoa with any released eggs. Under a strict reading of the general orders they were in the clear.
Satisfied, the alien crew went back to their assigned duties.
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In the Conservatory the Quartermaster took control of the herd of mammals. Checking the report the Biologist had (finally) supplied, the Quartermaster made a note of what changes it would need to make to the food machines in order to keep them properly fed. (The Biologist had also included a sub-report on nonessential, but still popular, foodstuffs that could be used as additional rewards.) Good enough, but right now the officer needed to deal with the herd of bizarre creatures—asserting its dominance and establishing a routine.
Most of the mammals had been taken at night, and they would all need to sleep sometime soon after their training session. Emotionally, they might be ready to collapse, but physical exhaustion would make their sleep even more soundly. Accordingly, the Quartermaster put the mammals through a series of exercises (what the humans recognized as CrossFit training) followed by a swim in Pool, while it took the pad and taught the Ship how to make human chow. Most of the pets fell in with the plan immediately, and they were physically spent by the time the Quartermaster called for a stop in order to feed them some of the newly designed kibble. The Ship had apparently gotten the chemistry right because the naked men were all sated by the time the Quartermaster came around again to collect the bowls.
It could tell, now, that at least half the mammals were ready to drop where they stood or sat. Time to bed them down properly.
While the mammals had been exercising, the Ship had provided nooks in the wall of the Conservatory, places where a crewman's two pets could bed down. The Quartermaster then took the pets, couple by couple to their beds.
The first pair were Lio and his White partner Mike. Touching the men on the shoulders, the Quartermaster motioned them to rise before leading them to one of the nooks. Mike took in the moss padding of the nook and started to climb in, but the Quartermaster stopped him. It pointed to two dildo-like things that suck up close together out of the floor in the middle of the sleeping nook and then patted the young men's firm butt cheeks.
"What the fuck?" Mike said, staring questioningly at the alien.
"Dude," Lio said, "I may be wrong, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it wants us to sleep with one of those buried in our asses. Apparently we don't get out of the anal probe after all."
It might had only been a suspicion on his part, but Lio found his sex plumping up again at the thought of being penetrated again. It was wrong, but it felt soooo good.
"You're kidding, right?" Mike said.
"Hey, I'm just guessing, but does it look to you like Godzilla Jr. there is joking around?"
Not only did the Phib not look like it was joking, it looked impatient—well there were nine more couples to bed down.
"What the fuck," Mike said. He'd lived through a serious fingerfucking of his ass and the circle jerk of the damned; could this be worse?
Nodding at his buddy, Lio climbed into their nook and in a half seated position. Holding his upper body up off the mossy bed, the Black stud scootched his butt towards the fake cock. The wrestler braced himself as the Phib took over.
The Quartermaster rasped in amusement as it traced the Black man's rigid sexual organ. Who would have suspected what sexual creatures these humans were? Then it took control of both the fake cock and Lio's hips, maneuvering the mammal's body so that the spar teased his anal entrance. Lio felt the thing touch his ring and was surprised that, as the Phib forced him down onto it, he was able to take the length inside with no problems. Inch by inch, Lio felt his ass fill. The shaft first spread his sphincter wide and the pressed up against his prostate.
"Fuck!" the black stud cried as he fell back onto the nook's padding. "Oh, holy fuck, Mike!" and his piss-slit oozed out a heavy tear of precum.
Lio's face betrayed his inner turmoil as he rode a wave of incredible pleasure. Before those alien fingers took him up the butt, he had never been fucked—definitely not by a cock, but not by a dildo either--so he was astounded that his virgin ass took the penetration as well as it was.
"Oh fuck yeah! That!" Lio groaned.
"Lio?" Mike said, concerned. "Are you...? You know."
"Mike, buddy, trust me. You have no idea what you're missing right now. It's like the master's fingers, but more so. Just go with it, dude."
[The rest of the pets now stood in a half circle behind the Quartermaster, watching intently as it put Mike and Lio to bed.
"This is an entirely new way of tucking someone in," Kim told Horatio with a knowing smile.]
With a shrug, the White muscle stud moved into position in the nook, and the Quartermaster penetrated his body as well.
"Jeeeeesus fucking Christ, Lio!" Mike screamed.
"Oh yeah! I know, buddy!"
The rest of the men watched the two men intently as their now hard cocks danced around, flinging trails of precum over their bellies. The spars had begun by dosing the humans with an artificial version of the Phib sexual precum that had already been shown to drive the pets into a sexually receptive frenzy. After a few moments reward, though, it added another chemical to the mix. A relaxant, like that in the pool, began to coat the mammals insides, and, as it was slowly absorbed, they fell into a contented sleep. (And their cocks lapsed into simple tumescence.)
The Quartermaster placed what looked like a VR headset on the sleeping beauties. (Dream learning would make the pets' assimilation that much easier.) Turning then, it looked the remaining pets over and pointed out their assigned berths. The mammals all climbed up into their nooks and waited for the Quartermaster to fit their asses up. Eighteen more cocks repeated Lio's and Mike's antics, and then they all drifted into sleep.
After this, the Quartermaster got back to its other duties, watching over the sleeping pets with only half an eye. When, in the ensuing hours, it was required to leave the conservatory, the Quartermaster trusted the Ship to monitor the twenty mammal since thee humans, sleeping deeply, only moved occasionally, reacting to something in their dreams. The Quartermaster watched, concerned, the first time he saw Nam go fully erect. The Asian stud writhed on the spar, thrusting his pelvis up into the air until he was almost free of it before releasing and painting his belly with cum before lapsing back into a less involved dream.
the Quartermaster thought as he made a note that the Ship would need to modify the spars accordingly
And then Kim came in his sleep as well.
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As they slept, the headsets taught the pets to recognize simple words and a few commands in the Phib's croaking language. The humans would never be able to speak Phib effectively, but this would suffice until the Linguist/Communications Officer could rig up a translator.
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Lio is played by Lio Rush, a professional wrestler and, for a few episodes at least, a contestant on The Challenge. Mike is played by Mike Mizanin, Challenge icon and later professional wrestler.
Previously introduced `played bys' are Jordan Wisely, Nelson Thomas, Dustin Zito, Kim Tränka, Horacio Gutiérrez, Gus Smyrnios, Noor Jehangir, Brad Fiorenza, Cory Wharton, Zach Nichols, Nam Vo, Rogan O'Connor, Jordan Wisely, Adam King, Joss Mooney, Sam Lonsdale, and Cohutta Grindstaff.