Chapter 3

Mark woke up at 6AM to find a naked Annabelle trying to sneak into his bed.

Losing the element of surprise, she pulled away the sheets, climbed over him and gave him a chaste kiss before moving down and taking his cock into her mouth.

After a few seconds though, she stopped, licked her lips, looked at him quizzically and said, “You have a different flavour today—it’s very sweet!”

Mark just smiled, with a very satisfied look. “So, it wasn’t a dream! That would be alien cum!”

Annabelle gave him a look like she thought he was crazy, as his cock steadily grew in her hand. “Alien cum? Sure! Whatever it is, I like it!”

She then returned to licking and sucking his cock to full hardness.

Mark looked at the clock, “It is! I promise I’ll tell you about it later! If you want to fuck before the workout, we need to hurry.”

Skeptical, but satisfied that she would get her answer later, she mounted him cowgirl style and guided his cock into her pussy.

Mark loved getting fucked in that position, primarily for the view. He loved watching beautiful voluptuous breasts swaying and bouncing in front of his face. He also liked to suck on those sensitive nipples. It also freed his hands to hold and squeeze their firm ass cheeks. Unfortunately, it always took forever for him to cum in that position, which was another reason he liked the cowgirl position. It gave him staying power.

After a few minutes of watching the nubile teenager fucking herself on his cock, they switched to doggy position, which was Mark’s other favourite position. But it had the opposite effect of cowgirl, as he never lasted long. There’s just something about watching a woman’s ass and pussy as your cock slides in and out of it. That just feels too good!

It didn’t take but a minute in that position until Mark was erupting cum deep inside of Annabelle.

What a way to wake up and get the blood pumping!

Sated, they got out of bed, went next door to the washroom, cleaned up, got dressed, and then made their way to the workout area.

As soon as they arrived, they began their 30-minute workout. Afterwards hitting the showers, with Kat and Joe always going first, so they could go get breakfast started.

Soon they were eating French toast and looking out at the ranch until everyone’s alarms went off at 7AM.

Annabelle and Jason went to get ready for school, while Mark and Joe proceeded to the barn to turn out the horses and start the chores.

It was a cool day, though normal for this time of the year, with the temperature hovering around 4C. It looked like the Indian summer was finally over. If that the European group was a bunch of nudists, they wouldn’t get nude on the ride today, but maybe around the lodge tonight.

Just before 8AM, Kat received a call from the group. They had received an emergency call in the middle of the night—after the business day had begun in Sweden—informing them that the company they owned was the subject of a hostile takeover. They were currently at the airport waiting to fly back and had to cancel the ranch visit.

They acknowledged the cancellation policy, but explained it was unavoidable, and said they would book the trip for next summer, so that maybe they could go on one of the multi-day trail rides.

As soon as the phone conversation ended, Kat radioed the boys, informing them about the cancellation. She then called Maria and told her to come over and take some food home, since they could not eat it all this week.

The guys finished the chores, went back to the lodge, poured themselves cups of coffee and looked over the to-do list.

Since they had gotten all the major items completed with the warmer weather, there were no immediate priorities, so they took it easy for the day.

Sitting around one of the lobby picnic tables drinking coffee, they started playing some card games and talking about Joe’s plans for the ranch.

Joe always had these grandiose dreams for the ranch. They had bought the ranch for a steal as the previous owner was getting up there in age and, after his wife passed away, he just didn’t have the drive anymore. Joe bought the ranch, the land and the couple of horses the guy had, and the man moved into a senior complex in town.

The ranch was quite run down after years of disrepair, but it had 240 acres, which was plenty for setting up a boarding business. Plus, it bordered crown land and foothills, which made it perfect for setting up a trail riding business.

So far, they had built the lodge, then demolished the old house and built the workshop, but the dream was to build a small community. With a mix of permanent and rental cabins, a saloon and a store. They had the space. It was just a matter of time and money. Sure, it was two hours from either of the big cities, but that was closer than many of the mountain retreats and lake houses people often went on weekends.

After a bit of daydreaming, they asked Mark how he was doing after his first couple of days at the ranch and whether he wanted to continue to live in the lodge or look at building his own cabin.

Without even having to think about it, he said, “This was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. Not only getting to live and work on the ranch, but being surrounded by friends, beautiful women and sexy aliens. As for the cabin, I’m still undecided right now.”

Joe and Kat both looked confused, as Joe asked, “Say what now? Aliens?”

Mark told them all about his encounter with Laruun, describing her as an alien that looked like a cross between a human and a cheetah, and that she crashed here about 10 years ago.

“10 years?” Joe and Kat questioned simultaneously as they looked at each other.

Joe leaned back, looked at Kat, and voiced what they were both thinking. “10 years, eh? That makes sense of a lot of things!”

The statement confused Mark, as he asked, “What makes sense of what things?”

Joe sat back and recalled the event. “It was toward the middle of October. We were just about finished the construction of the lodge and we were living in the old house. I had just finished the evening chores and was walking back to the house when there was a deafening roar and something streaked across the sky around 9PM. It scared us and the horses half to death. It seemed pretty low to the ground, so we figured it was a meteorite that might have hit up near the high lake.”

Kat then said, “The next day a bunch of government science type people showed up and set up a base of operations at the ranch. They scoured the foothills for over two weeks. All they found were some burnt trees and some burn marks on the ground near the high lake, but no impact crater and no meteorite. They sent divers into the lake and took some water and soil samples, but they said they couldn’t find anything extraterrestrial or out of the ordinary. At the end of the second week, they found some human remains that they suspected wolves or bears had attacked. I’m not sure if they ever identified who it was?”

After a bit of a pause, Joe asked, “So you’re saying you actually met one of these aliens, and she looks like a cheetah?”

Mark smiled and said, “Well, it was a pretty intimate meeting—we ended up having sex.”

Kat laughed. “I’m not surprised. I’d be pretty horny too if I hadn’t gotten laid in over 10 years—plus, you have a nice package!”

Joe then continued. “A cheetah makes some sense, too. After that night, there have been several sightings of a big cat with spots up in the hills. I thought maybe they were just talking about a lynx or possibly a cougar, but now maybe those stories weren’t so far-fetched!”

Mark said, “It scared her to approach me ... apparently her few interactions with humans in the past have involved her getting shot at. If I see her again, would you guys be able to keep her a secret? I would hate to see her locked up in some secret government facility and experimented on.”

Joe and Kat looked at Mark and nodded. “Of course we would keep her secret, you know us, we don’t hunt for sport and we respect the land and nature.”

“I suspected as much, but I had to ask. Now I just need to figure out how to persuade her to trust you. She said was watching me the other day, maybe she’s still watching? Although I warned her we would have a group at the lodge this week.”

Mark walked out into the courtyard and shouted, “Laruun!”, twice and then sat on a bench, waiting to see if she had heard him.

Joe turned on the fireplace and sat down on an adjacent bench, as Kat went back into the lobby, poured them some more coffee and then brought it out for them.

They continued to talk about Laruun and the event from 10 years ago, but every 10 or 15 minutes, at a break in the conversation, Mark would call out. “Laruun!”

Around 10AM, they were still talking out in the courtyard and drinking coffee, when Joe announced he had to use the facilities and Kat started a new pot of coffee.

Mark called out again, but just as he sat down, he heard. “Is it safe?”

“Yes, it is safe.”

Laruun jumped the waist-high fence and padded toward Mark on all fours, keeping a constant eye on the door. Once she reached Mark, she hopped up on the bench next to him, sitting on her haunches just like a cat, and gave him a big kiss.

Kat saw everything through the kitchen window and whispered to Joe, as he came through the kitchen. “She’s here!”

Not wanting to frighten her off, Kat, being the gracious host, spoke from the sliding kitchen window. “Hi Laruun, would you like anything to eat or drink?”

Laruun looked scared, but after being reassured she was safe by Mark, said, “No, thank you.”

Joe and Kat came out with fresh coffee for everyone and a bottle of water. Laruun took a sip of Mark’s coffee, but then made a screwed-up face and said, “That tastes awful, how can you drink that?”

Kat laughed and said, “Mark likes his coffee black with no sweetener or cream, so his is more bitter than ours.”

“Here, wash away the taste with some water.” Kat said, as she offered her the bottle of water, which she opened and took a drink from.

Laruun seemed to enjoy the warmth of the fire, and the company, and soon relaxed in their presence.

They tried not to interrogate her by asking many of the hundreds of questions running through their minds until Joe finally asked, “So where have you been hiding all these years?”

Laruun hesitated, then deciding she was among friends, said, “We’re still living in the ship.”

Mark immediately caught on to what she said. “We? I thought you said you were alone?”

Laruun smiled. “No, you asked if there was more of my kind here.”

Realizing he had in fact asked that, he grinned and said, “Touché!”

Laruun just grinned her toothy grin.

“So, my little sex kitten, how many others are there?” Mark asked while petting her behind near the base of her tail.

Laruun hesitated, and without going into further details, said, “There are five of us.”

“So have you told the others about me?”

Laruun grinned again. “Of course! They know about all of you, but you especially since we actually had sex! I had to give them all the juicy details. We’ve been watching the ranch for years, as you were the closest neighbours for us to study.”

Surprised, Kat asked, “You’ve been studying us?”

“Of course! We figured we should probably find out more about life on this planet we now lived on.”

Kat agreed and asked, “I guess that makes sense, but did you ever consider contacting us? You speak English very well.”

“We didn’t speak your language at all at first. After the crash, our medibots stopped translating for us. Marco could speak both Atlantean and English, and told us that English was the common language of this area, so he started teaching us basic English phrases since we all spoke different languages.

Then once you got wireless Internet out to this area, we tapped into the signal. It allowed us to learn your language faster, so that’s all we’ve spoken for years now, and could study much more about your world much faster than studying you. We learned that you have an animal called a cheetah that looks similar to me, so they picked me to make contact, figuring I wouldn’t be as much of a shock to you as the others.”

Mark then realized what she had said. “Wait! You said Atlantean?”

“Yes, the captain of our ship, Marco, was Atlantean. Our planets had recently joined the Federation, and Marco was bringing us to their planet as trade representatives. He told us that Atlanteans originally came from this planet, and they stop by whenever they go through this part of space, just to see how bad things have gotten since their last visit. He said it was a sad reminder of their past, but they kept updating their information about this planet for their education system, and that they copied much of their lifestyle and sports from this planet, because past kings hoped that someday they would return to their ancestral world.

Sadly, Marco got attacked by a bunch of wolves and died shortly after we got here. He got some stuff working, like the fabricators and synthesizers, but that was it. The main thrusters, light drive and life support were beyond repair and you can’t move quick or silent using lateral thrusters.”

Joe said, “I bet those remains they found were Marco’s!”

Mark was lost in thought for a moment, then said, “I wonder how my cousin, Adam, is doing? My aunt and uncle told us he accidentally ended up on a research island some twenty plus years ago and joined them as a consultant. Last they heard from him he was going off to one of their planets, but they were warned by the authorities to never speak of it.”

Laruun shook her head. “I couldn’t say, if we ever get rescued maybe you could look him up?”

Kat asked, “So why didn’t you make contact?”

Laruun looked directly at Joe and said, “I’ve tried a few times, but everybody I’ve met shoots at me!” Then she looked at Mark and continued, “Until I met Mark.”

Joe felt he had to acknowledge his mistake. “Sorry if I shot at you, but a big cat approaching a ranch is a potential threat and I was just protecting the horses.”

Laruun waved off his apology. “I understood that, but we had decided not to make first contact by speaking. The Internet showed us that if the wrong people found us, we would get captured, probed, studied, experimented on, and probably killed so they could cut us open and study us more. So we decided to just watch from a distance and look for an opportunity. Since we just acknowledged our tenth year here with no hope of rescue, we contacted you because we’re lonely and bored—you can only watch so many Internet videos!”

Mark asked, “Are we going to get to meet the others?”

Laruun said, “Yes, but they want to just meet Mark first and then they’ll want to hear my report after meeting you. Which reminds me, if you are riding the horse, we should probably leave soon to make it there by nightfall.”

Joe said, “Take a Gator!”

Mark accepted, since that would give Laruun more time to visit with Joe and Kat.

The conversation continued well with Joe, Kat and Mark trying not to inundate Laruun with too many questions, until Kat realized it was nearing lunchtime. “Laruun, I’m going to go make some lunch, but I don’t know what kind of food you eat.”

Laruun answered, “I’m not sure either, I’ve eaten some berries, rabbits and deer from this planet so far. Everything else was basic ship food, which is really basic with a broken computer.”

Joe suggested, “Maybe pull out some hamburgers and we can grill them on the barbecue.”

So Joe went and turned on the gas grill, while Kat went and got some hamburgers, buns, cheese and an array of ketchup, mustard, relish and mayonnaise for condiments.

While the burgers were grilling, Mark had Laruun try a few of the condiments. She decided the ketchup was too salty, and the mustard was just gross, but she liked the mayo, relish, and cheese. So Mark fixed her a bun with mayo and relish, and Joe melted some cheese on her burger. Mark assembled her burger, put it on a plate, and handed it to her.

Realizing she would not eat before anyone else did, or she didn’t understand how to eat it. Mark suggested she bring her plate to the picnic table while they all fixed their own burgers and sat down. Seeing them all pick up their burgers with their hands and take their bites, she followed suit.

“Mmm, this tastes so much better than ship food!” She said as she continued to devour her burger and drink from her water bottle.

As she finished her burger, Joe asked if she’d like another, to which she nodded with a toothy grin and answered, “Yes, please!”

The cool wind was picking up a little, so Kat suggested they move indoors. Kat and Mark grabbed all the condiments, while Joe finished cooking up the burgers, and they all convened at one of the picnic tables in the lobby.

They all ate their second burgers with light conversation, while Laruun was looking around in amazement at the interior of the building.

Mark asked, “Would you like a tour of the lodge and ranch since there’s no one here?”

Laruun accepted and Kat gave her a quick tour of the lodge, Laruun really liked the beds and commented that they were so much more comfortable than what’s on the ship.

They visited for a bit more, before Laruun said, “We really should get going, if we want to get back to the ship before dark!”

Seeing how the burgers were such a hit with Laruun, Kat fixed them a cooler full of hamburgers, buns, and condiments. While Joe dug out one of their camping grills and a small propane tank. When they had strapped everything down to the rear box of the Gator, Mark grabbed a radio and they were ready to leave.

Laruun started walking toward the trailhead, as Mark started the Gator. He said goodbye to Joe and gave Kat two kisses, saying that one kiss was for Annabelle.

All the trails they used for the rides were easy to follow, and they had driven all with the Gators. That way they could respond to an emergency. The trail wasn’t the smoothest in some places, so you couldn’t just drive full throttle, but instead of the typical 3-hour trip to the high lake by horseback, you could drive it in just under 30 minutes.

Laruun had decided she would prefer to run versus riding in the Gator. So she just ran alongside the Gator as Mark drove up the path to the Northwest, she was obviously in incredible shape as the rate of speed they were travelling—while not slow—was not something even many horses could keep up with over the long distance.

When they reached the clearing that signalled the halfway point, she stopped and told Mark to continue up the path. She was going to run ahead and inform everyone he was coming, so they wouldn’t fear the machine he was driving.

Mark asked, “How often do you run this path?”

“Almost every day when there isn’t snow on the ground. We don’t leave the ship when there’s snow, as we don’t want tracks leading back to us.” Laruun answered.

“So how long does it typically take you to run it?” Mark was really curious now, as she wasn’t even breathing hard from the pace they were setting.

“I don’t know. How long have we gone so far?”

Mark said, “About 15 minutes, give or take a couple.”

“So then I guess I could run the entire trail in about 15 minutes.”

With some quick math, Mark figured she had to be averaging about 60 km per hour! That thought made him say, “Whoa! So you’re a sexy and speedy little pussy!”

Laruun smiled, then turned around and pointed her ass in his direction, raised her hind legs and her tail and spread her pussy with her fingers saying, “My pussy is wet, but it’s not speedy!”

Mark laughed, realizing that maybe she didn’t understand that pussy can also mean cat. He got out of the Gator, knelt down, and gave her pussy a big lick. “Yup, it’s definitely wet—and sweet tasting!”

Laruun started purring and blushing, but stood back up and said, “As much as I really want to mate with you right now, I don’t want to tire you out as the others will probably want to mate with you tonight.”

The thought that the others would be as horny as Laruun had, in fact, crossed Mark’s mind. It was one reason his cock was already hard and seeing Laruun’s cute little pussy hadn’t helped reduce the swelling in his pants at all.

So when Mark got back in the Gator, Laruun took a few steps and then easily cleared the little stream that ran through this area, plus the soft muddy area on both sides, probably close to a 20-foot jump and then took off at what seemed like an impossible speed. She was out of sight within seconds.