WARNING: this story contains graphic depictions of sex between a human and aliens. Do not read if this disturbs you. If you read the story after reading this warning and you are offended anyway, too damned bad! The Fall [Out of the Shadows Part 2] by Galenn Never take a stranger's advice Never let a friend fool you twice Nobody's on nobody's side Never be the first to believe Never be the last to deceive Nobody's on nobody's side... --Nobody's Side from the musical "Chess" He never remembered leaving his Starfury or the Shadow cruiser, but when Garibaldi woke, he was bundled under a thick comforter, curled up in a soft bed. There was warmth on either side of him, but, he realized, not human warmth. As he stretched, the creatures sharing the bed with him stirred, raising their mantis-like heads to look at him. "How did I get -- here? Wherever here is..." he asked, confused. He had absolutely *no* memory of even landing on a planet or docking with a ship, let alone getting out of the Starfury or climbing into bed. Or stripping... One of them -- the slightly smaller one with what looked like a chipped corner of the chitin covering his -its- head -- tilted that head and made an odd hissing buzz of sound. Garibaldi frowned -- again, it had *almost* made sense. But not quite... "Yeah, whatever, Daffy," he said, lying back in the bed again. He folded his arms behind his head and asked, "So, what's next? Now that I'm here, what are you going to do with me?" Daffy buzzed again and Garibaldi started at the voice in his head. <> "Decide?" Garibaldi asked, suddenly nervous. Another buzz. <> "My -- fate? What the hell do you mean, my 'fate'?" Garibaldi asked indignantly. "You said you were going to keep..." he hesitated, feeling something screaming in the back of his mind. Uncomfortably, he pushed it back where he couldn't see it, couldn't hear it. "...to keep me from being alone -- going to be my friends. You going to kill me now or something?" <> Then Daffy reached out and brushed the very tips of its claws along his collarbone. The larger one uncurled and pressed its upper body against his side; stretched two of its legs out and curled them around his. It pulled him closer to it and very carefully pressed one of its leg-spines against his rapidly stiffening cock. He groaned and half-heartedly tried to escape the creature's grip but quickly ceased his struggles when he realized he was helpless. The creature buzzed something at him and he moaned quietly, squirming against the restraining legs as hunger flared within him. "Damn, Bugs," he hissed, "What're you --ohgod--" He broke off with a gasp as the smaller one slid claws down his side and sank them into what it could reach of his ass. He felt it start to roll him towards its companion, who carefully moved the leg to keep from damaging him with the leg spike. Daffy hissed a command to him, and not even thinking, he complied, rolling onto his side and exposing his ass to the creature. The movement brought him face-to-many-eyed-face with Bugs, who seemed to smile at him, then carefully leaned close and nuzzled him. He groaned, raising a hand and rubbing Bugs on the softer areas where the armoured plating was thin or non-existent. "Yeah, you like that, don'tcha?" he asked as Bugs leaned into the caress. <> The answer carried with it an alien sensation of lust and hunger that washed over him, pulling him down into its waves. He gasped in surprise as Bugs' claws slid down to his crotch and gently closed on his genitals. "Oooh -- yes!" he panted as Bugs squeezed him and manipulated his cock, teasing him with the claws, pricking just hard enough to send a jolt through him but not hard enough to hurt. Behind him, Daffy was moving in the bed, climbing up so that its lower body was close to Garibaldi. There was a soft sound, almost like a wet tearing, and suddenly something burning hot and rock hard was bumping up against him. "Damn -- I don't wanna know where you keep that thing hidden," he muttered as the two creatures maneuvered him into the position they wanted. Daffy buzzed something almost like laughter, and once again Garibaldi felt the bubbling rush of liquid that they used as lubricant. This time, Daffy used the head of its member to rub the oily liquid up and down his crack, nudging it gently against the tight opening. Garibaldi idly thought that it was a good thing they provided that -- the long claws wouldn't exactly be suitable for loosening him (he repressed the shiver that followed, forced himself not to think about how it might be interesting if they tried...), and their members were far too large for them to take him dry. Hell, they were almost the width of a man's arm... This time he did shudder as that thought brought another rush of arousal. He felt the pressure against his anus increase and for an instant fear flashed through his mind -- these creatures were too large and too strong; it would be like being fist-fucked without any preparation -- they would tear him apart! And then his body opened to the huge invader and overwhelming sensation surged through him. He couldn't help screaming as Daffy drove into him, muscles unprepared despite the lubricating liquid protesting the sudden intrusion by cramping and sending a cold pain through his insides. The pain gradually lessened, however, when Daffy's body rested up against his own and the massive organ throbbed deep inside him, pulsing to the strange rhythm of the alien heartbeat. Then Daffy curled its legs about Garibaldi's, tangling briefly with Bugs' before it hissed something and Bugs chittered a reply that sounded very pleased, then maneuvered its lower body around below Garibaldi at the foot of the large bed. Once Daffy had Garibaldi completely restrained, the creature carefully began to move. Garibaldi gasped -- initially in pain -- as the huge organ began to withdraw. It was too much -- too big, too hard, the ridges would tear at his insides -- he couldn't imagine how he had survived these creatures taking him before, no human could handle this! Then Bugs nuzzled him again and began to fondle his cock, which came up hard again in an instant. The ridges in Daffy's chitinous armour bumped over Garibaldi's prostate as the organ withdrew, and then again as it slid back in, and suddenly Garibaldi remembered how he had survived this before. The pleasure was so intense it was nearly unbearable -- it sent fire along his nerves and destroyed his ability to think. His entire existence narrowed to the huge organ plundering his body, the claws manipulating his hard cock and heavy balls, and the pleasure that exploded through his body with every thrust. His hands, which had been stroking Bugs' more sensitive areas, were no longer responding to any conscious instructions, just clutching spastically at the creature's upper body. He spread his legs wider, dimly realizing that Daffy was helping him to do so and keeping him still with the insectlike legs that were still wrapped around his own. A small part of his mind registered a sharp shock of pain as some of the leg spines pierced his skin, but the pain transformed into searing pleasure as Daffy's ridged organ thrust deeper and deeper into him. He could feel the hot, armoured shaft stabbing deep -- it was deeper than anything or anyone he'd ever been fucked by (at least, as far as he could remember), and although part of him knew it couldn't be good for him (there was a reason they warned people about fist-fucking, too, but he couldn't remember it...), it just felt too goddamned good to even think of stopping... Then Daffy was growing wilder, thrusts becoming shorter and more frantic and the legs tightening even more around him, immobilizing him completely. With every savage thrust he could feel his heart thump wildly and stars exploded behind his eyes. That annoying voice in the back of his mind told him that this kind of activity really *could* be dangerous, but again the pleasure turned up a notch and obliterated all remaining coherent thoughts. He heard a noise, but was too far gone to realize he was making it -- a desperate, inarticulate pleading moan, begging to be allowed to come. He was squirming against Bugs' upper body, the armoured plating digging into his torso, rough against his erect nipples. Bugs was squeezing his cock and balls, long claws digging into the tender skin and stopping just short of drawing blood. Then he felt it -- starting somewhere deep within him, the first rippling spasm of Daffy's member as thick, hot cum spurted into him. That was all he needed to set off his own explosion -- if Daffy hadn't been immobilizing him he would have seriously damaged himself with his violent, thrashing orgasm. Bugs dove down in the bed and suddenly Garibaldi screamed as he felt the alien mouthparts on him, sucking his orgasm out of him as if his cock were a straw. His body continued in its clenching, shuddering ecstasy as Daffy's member leapt inside him, filling him with spurt after spurt of hot cum. Even when his own cum ran dry he felt the agonizing pleasure thunder through his body, pulsing from deep within. His scream trailed into a wail and then just faded out when he slid into unconsciousness. Spasms still ran through his body, making him twitch feebly, muscles clenching and unclenching on the huge organ impaling him. Daffy's own orgasm ceased and the creature carefully withdrew, knowing that despite his hungers the human was very easily damaged, and the Healer was more than busy with their favoured pet Morden. When the head of the organ slid free of Garibaldi's body he shot awake, gulping in great lungfuls of air but unable to do more than lie there as he felt cum running down his legs and soaking the bed beneath him. "Ooh..." he gasped weakly, "Oh*god*!" He opened his eyes to find both Bugs and Daffy looking down at him -- they seemed to be smiling. "How do you -- oh god -- I can't even move," he panted, flopping a hand towards Daffy to weakly rub at the creature's neck. <> Daffy buzzed, the thought again carrying alien sensations, this time very sated ones complete with an 'aftertaste' of how it felt to be inside an orifice too small that somehow accommodated it anyway. "Yeah, well, it feels *fantastic*," Garibaldi answered, blushing to his hairline as he recognized his own smugness at being able to do what he had done. Then he looked at Bugs and frowned, asked, "What about you -- you didn't--" <> Bugs answered, turning the full force of its hunger on Garibaldi. "But I can't -- I mean -- oh hell, after coming like that, it might take me a *week* to recover..." he said, wishing it were otherwise. <> Bugs answered, and Garibaldi shivered. <> Bugs responded, nuzzling against Garibaldi's throat and nipping him gently. Then it buzzed something to Daffy and the legs again tightened their hold. "Ohgod--" Garibaldi breathed, suddenly nervous again. "What're you -- ohgod..." Again the wet tearing sound, and suddenly Bugs' member was bumping up against his anus, coming up from beneath him. At first he wondered why Bugs was doing it that way, then the thick organ slid inside him. As Bugs thrust deep, the sensation of being filled pushed all thoughts from Garibaldi's mind. Bugs chittered smugly as Garibaldi's head flopped back against the pillows and he moaned, pleasure again blossoming deep within him. Daffy grasped Garibaldi's arms tightly with its clawed hands, then nodded to Bugs. <> Garibaldi shivered -- he retained enough awareness to know that they were doing something they hadn't done before, and it made him nervous. But, they hadn't seriously damaged him *yet* -- and it *did* feel awfully good. Suddenly Bugs' body jerked against him and he felt things -- some kind of tendrils -- writhing against his body, probing at his ass, his balls, wrapping around his cock. He gasped and writhed as the tendrils wriggled and brushed against all his sensitive areas. The tips left behind warm trails of moisture that made his skin tingle. He shivered, one of the tendrils teasing at the head of his cock, wriggling carefully into the hole and sending a jolt of agonizing pleasure through him. "Oh -- ohGOD!" Garibaldi groaned, overwhelmed by the sensations. His body was not his own anymore, ruled by the pleasure and the pain it twitched and shuddered helplessly as the tendrils probed and penetrated. Suddenly sharp, searing pain shot up through his spine, flaring through his body for an instant. The sensation burrowed into his mind and he screamed. Oh god -- they were in his mind -- were going to eat his brain! He'd made a terrible mistake and now he was going to pay for his betrayal -- And then the pleasure came, following the pain's track through his body. It burned up his spine, twisting around it and shooting out into his extremities. All thought, all fear, even the loneliness, emptiness and pain -- everything but the pleasure was pushed out of his mind. The pleasure was everything -- it ruled his world; it was all he existed for, and he would do anything -- *anything* -- to keep feeling it... His world exploded in a supernova of sensation, and, overwhelmed by the pleasure, he never really noticed the savage thrusts of Bugs' orgasm or the strange snapping of some of the tendrils. The Shadow carefully withdrew and Garibaldi twitched feebly, unconscious and unaware of the thick cum running down his legs or the thin tendrils unwrapping and withdrawing from his body -- except for the ones burrowed deep into his lower back, twined closely around his spine. They drew back from his sleeping form and lounged on the soft bed, waiting. A short while later, the door opened and three figures entered. The first one, another Shadow, walked over to the bed and hissed at the two smaller Shadows. They clambered off the bed, making a bowing motion to the newcomer, then they rolled Garibaldi over onto his stomach, Daffy making certain his face wasn't buried in the pillow. The third Shadow climbed up onto the bed while the others watched. One of the other figures, hooded and robed, walked forward carefully, as if every movement hurt. The third figure, tall, gaunt and dressed in close- fitting black, hung back by the door, not certain he wanted to know the details of what had been going on in the room. The Shadow on the bed bent to examine Garibaldi and the hooded figure asked, "Did it take?" Bugs turned to him and answered, <> "Healer?" the hooded figure turned to the Shadow on the bed, who now had two of its claws up Garibaldi's ass, probing for something. The Shadow nodded once and answered, <> the Healer paused, brushing a slightly reddened spot at the base of Garibaldi's spine, <> Daffy preened slightly and said, <>, to which the hooded figure laughed softly. "That is true. However, now he is properly prepared for the programming our friends wished to finish. Their representative," he paused, motioning carefully to the black-clad figure, "is here to collect him." <> Bugs protested, bristling some of its spines in a threat display as the man stepped closer. "And he *will* be yours," the hooded man said softly, his breath beginning to wheeze in his burned throat. "Our friends just have to finish something they started a long time ago. I know the promise you made to him, and you *will* be able to keep it. He may not remember you at first when he is returned, but the hungers will return, and he will *need* the two of you to sate him..." <> Daffy asked eagerly. "Maybe not constantly -- the Minbari freak can still sense us -- but she will not be in his sleeping chamber..." The hooded figure sat suddenly, weakened by his exertions. The Healer left Garibaldi's side to see to his charge, and the two smaller Shadows reluctantly stepped aside to allow the black-clad man closer. <> Bugs threatened, <> "Don't worry," the man said, the dim light glinting off his PsiCorps badge, "We have far more use for Mr. Garibaldi *alive*. You'll get your plaything back." He repressed a shudder at the closeness of the aliens, scooped up the unconscious form and turned to the hooded man. "Thank you, Mr. Morden, it's a pleasure doing business with you and your -- associates." The ease with which he carried Garibaldi belied his thin frame -- he shifted his burden slightly and raised a hand to his forehead to salute. "Be seeing you." "Be seeing you," Morden rasped, smiling as the PsiCop strolled out. The one I should not think of Keeps rolling through my mind And I don't want to let that go No lover's ever faithful No contract truly signed There's nothing certain left to know And now the cracks begin to show! --Nobody's Side, from the musical "Chess" Babylon 5 is (C) 1997 PTEN & Babylonian Productions. This story is not intended to infringe on these copyrights. The Fall is (c) 1997 Galenn. Song lyrics used without permission.