Earth Con, this time hosted by Fever Hitch Comics, boasts not only an outlet for comic book fans from Earth, but there's also a secret side that hosts alien fans as well.
When Felicia is chosen by her company to dress up as an upcoming comic book alien, she cannot even begin to imagine what this will open to her: fun, excitement, eroticism, and danger! Neither could she believe how two aliens step in to take care of her--in ways that'll leave her begging for more.
So indulge in your comic book/alien/menage fantasies, and welcome to Fever Hitch's Earth Con...
by Ayla Ruse
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- An Earth Con story -
Genre/Themes: Sci-fi Erotic Romance, novella
She'll be their perfect mate…if they can keep her satisfied
Felicia
Walker loves her job as an illustrator at Fever Hitch Comics. During this
year’s annual Earth Con, she will not only draw caricatures, but she’ll also be
decked out in body paint to represent the F’ldae -- an alien species from the
comics. As she starts off a night exploring the off-limits, alien side of the
convention, Felicia is unprepared for the spiraling events that will make her
behave like a true F’ldae…in full mating heat.
Agent
Slate Reese, along with his best friend Agent Ryker Seals, are Metons who want
to settle down, but they’re having a difficult time finding the female to
complete their mating trio. An investigation lands in their laps that demands
they attend the chaotic Earth Con, and Ryker sees this as an opportunity to release
built up tension. With the vast assortment of alien species converging on this
one area, surely there’s one female who wouldn’t mind spending a night with the
both of them.
Some
say Earth Con is a once-in-a-lifetime event, but will this particular one be
the last for this fated trio, or will it be the beginning of many yet to come?
Excerpt:
Ryker lifted the drink to his lips and took
a long swig. “Ah, Tazar beer. Nothing else like it in the universe.”
“You aren’t shittin’ me,” Slate mumbled, sipping
modestly of his drink. “Stuff tastes like crap. I don’t see how you stomach
it.”
“Acquired taste, my man.”
Slate grunted and set his forearms on the
table.
“Do you think we’ll get any hits?” he asked
Ry.
Ry shrugged and watched various species
interact on the dance floor. “It’s a big convention. We made our rounds,
dropped our hints, left our contacts. Now we sit and wait.”
Slate rubbed his huge hands together.
“Something feels off.”
“You ever been to a con before?”
Slate shook his head no.
“They always feel off, like the universe is
tilted or something. I think it’s because of the huge intermix of species
coupled with the fact that we’re in an alternate plane here. Remember, the
humans have not accepted other species as a general rule, so our presence is
still relatively unknown to the humans next door.”
Slate chuckled. “You’ve always been the
analyzer.”
“It’s why you keep me as your partner.”
The men shared a brief chuckle, then Slate
spoke up again.
“Remember that walkway over on the human
side? It was near the booth for that comic book place.”
“You mean Fever Hitch -- they’re the ones
sponsoring this whole thing. But yeah, I remember. Why?”
“Did you see the F’ldae onstage?”
“No. Really? They don’t go out much. That
species is frightened of their own skin.”
“Exactly. So why am I seeing the same F’ldae
on the dance floor?”
Ry whipped his head around to where Slate
was boring a hole through a female. Yes, it was a F’ldae, and Ry couldn’t
believe his eyes. The little female was snuggled up next to a Bulzant, and that
overgrown plastic looking thing looked to almost swallow the female. She turned
bright eyes up to it and said something that made the Bulzant quiver.
“Damn, I never knew that species could move
like that,” Ry said, amazed.
“What? The F’ldae?”
“No, the Bulzant.”
“Does it look like she’s okay to you?”
“Who? The F’ldae? Yes. She’s jamming right
along --“ Ry cut his words off as his eyes zeroed in on her.
“What?” Slate wanted to know.
Ry chuckled. “Looks like your timid little
creature is in heat.”
“What do you mean?”
“Wait until she turns -- there. See the
orange markings along her ribcage? When a F’ldae goes into heat, those markings
show up.”
Ry shifted back to his drink and noticed
Slate hadn’t taken his eyes off the female. Hmm…
On the human side, he’d noticed Slate
staring at the walkway but hadn’t thought too much about it. It seemed that F’ldae
had caught his eye. And seeing her move on the dance floor just a little bit
ago had caught Ry’s eye.
A F’ldae. In heat.
They didn’t have to ask her to be their
third in a permanent relationship, but maybe he could sweet talk her into being
their third for the night.
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