Joseph Finkelton the Third: Hybrid
Dec 2, 2022 6:19:07 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Dec 2, 2022 6:19:07 GMT -5
Joseph Finkleton the Third: Hybrid
By Radrook
By Radrook
Joseph Finkleton the Third, a hybrid human-alien, had been a shy sort of lad during his early years. Not that he had been ugly, no, for a hybrid human of the male species, he certainly could not be categorized that way.
Yet, approaching females would utterly terrify him. He’d worry about being rejected so much that he’d urinate on himself and ultimately choose to stay away. He had comfortable in this strategy until he reached the ripe age of forty five as a virgin. Then he and began to panic that he would soon die without ever having experienced the vaunted joys of having carnal congress.
Having congress, was the term that he actually used in imitation of his overbearing prudish alien mother who spoke of it as if it had been some sacred ritual to which only the most virtuous were entitled. He had grown up seeing his Earthian human father, a male of rather fragile physical appearance, grovel and beg to be allowed access to his domineering alien mom’s sleeping quarters where she kept candles constantly burning to her dozens of grotesque alien deities.
Only occasionally did he see his dad enter that mysterious inner sanctum and emerge a few minutes later with a blanched expression on his face. It was weird, but he had taken it as the normal thing that married couples did despite his peers at school telling him otherwise. Nevertheless, the experience had made him extremely gun-shy around females of any species and now, entering middle-age, he was running out of precious time.
Luckily for him, a planet in the Saggitarian Galactic Arm of the Milky Way had recently been discovered. It was a very pleasant planet with lush vegetation, flowing rivers, and a sun not unlike his own. But best of all, it was a planet inhabited by voluptuous blue- skinned females whose only thought, whenever they encountered a male human, seemed to have been copulation. “This!” he thought! ‘was his solution. A place far away from the stifling and moral restrictions of Earth. Somewhere far flung enough so that his inhibitions would become unfettered and he could finally become a man who had experienced the experience that all men should experience at least once in their short life.’
He was sure that his human dad, might he forever finally rest in peace after having mysteriously expired in his alien mothers bedroom, would be proud. His alien savage domineering mother? Well, he had learned to subsume her somewhere deep in his subconscious where her threatening disapproving stares and bewares would have minimal impact. Yet, it was moments like these that she seemed to emerge like some unstoppable juggernaut with reprimanding look on her wizened face which seemed to say-don’t you dare or you will meet the same fate as your father!
So in order to nullify those inhibitions, he had made a reservation to spend a week there and finally experience what he as a man felt was his right-to copulate with a female. The trip had taken three days and he was sleepy, tired, hungry. All he wanted now was to get to his hotel room. The other more important matters could wait.
“Welcomed to Saggitarious Three!” the voluptuous blue-skinned orange-haired female said as Finkelton stumbled down the spaceship ramp. She was truly beautiful humanoid. Long lustrous pink wavy hair, burgeoning breasts and wide hips.
“Thank you! he replied nervously as she sinuously led the way. He was totally mesmerized by the flow of her sensuous walk as he followed her down, then suddenly.
“I will take care of matters from here!” what appeared to be a tall, muscular, Saggitarian security guard ordered her away with the stern pointing of one of his seven fingers. Amazing how tall he was, maybe seven feet? Certainly taller than the common types of Saggitarians he had met both on Earth and on the spaceship. They were five eight like him and slenderly built.
“Are you here on official business Earthian? the Sagittarian uttered as he grasped Finkelton by an elbow and began leading him further away from the disboarding ramp.
“No, I’m not here on official business. Please, loosen the grip on my arm. Thank you.”
“Then what exactly are you here for?” the guard growled, after lossening his grip and exposing his large frontal, pointed, yellowed teeth.
“Let’s just say I’m here on personal business?” Finkelton shot back.
“What kind of personal business, may I ask?” the guard growled.
The question and the guard’s general attitude were beginning to get on Finkelton’s nerves, but he was tired from the long three-day trip, and wasn’t really in the mood to get into a heated argument.
“As I clearly said, it is personal.”
“The questions are routine Earthian. Why are you upset?”
“And my answers are routine. Just direct me to the nearest transport area where I can catch a vehicle to my reserved hotel room.”
“All hotel rooms are full!” the guard responded smugly, a crooked smile playing subtly across his thin purple lips.
“And how exactly do you, a mere security guard, know that?”
“Simple Earthian. I am constantly apprised of such details so I can inform any tourist who might erroneously imagine that he has a reservation”
“I paid for my reservation in advance--”
“But you are not showing up on this terminal's computer as if you did, and that’s what counts, isn't it?”
“Well then, obviously there has been a serious mistake--” Finkelton responded.
“Can you prove that Earthian? Can you really prove it?” the Sagittarian asked with a scowl on his broad, purple face.
“Who is your supervisor?” Finkelton demanded
“You want to speak to my supervisor?”
“Are you dumb or deaf?”
“Then come this way!” once more Finkelton felt the vice grip on his arm as the muscular Saggitarian ushered him along towards an office where an obese old Saggitarian sat napping.
“This is the supervisor.” the Saggitarian casually gestured towards his corpulent supervisor with one large, upward-extended hand.
“So wake him up!” Finckelton heard himself almost shout, causing the Saggittarian guard to flinch at his unexpected audacity.
“What?” the rotund Saggitarian came to as if he’d heard a sonic blaster go off near one of his floppy doglike ears. Finkelton noticed that he was wearing the orange spaceport uniform minus the required identification holographic image display that would have confirmed his official status.
“We have a problem sir!” the guard uttered. “This Earthian claims to have a reservation. But there is no record of any reservation being made at the location he claims. In fact sir, the personnel there claim never to have heard of this Mr’ Finikesltone.”
“What are you some kind of an Eaerthian spy?” the fat Sagitarian supervisor shouted. Are you aware of what we do to spies on this planet?”
For the first time since he had arrived, Finkelstone felt fear. This was not a place he wanted to be. Maybe he was dropped off at the wrong planet? No, that was impossible. ”
“Sir I have the documents proving my reservation at your hotel is legal!”
He handed them over to the obese supervisor who frowned as he read them and shook his head.
Of course! The misunderstanding is in the way that the words are spelled. Who wrote this ?”
The Earthians at the Earthian Interplanetary Travel agency in the Earrth city called Chicago!
“Well, that explains it! You see Mr. Finkelstone, any slight variation in spelling makes a universe of a difference here on Saggitarious Three, and your document is obviously shot through with serious misspellings and grammatical mistakes making the meaning totally incomprehensible.
“But no problem. You can go to your hotel now after paying the fine of twelve hundred Rubias.”
“Paying for a mistake that they made, sir? Charge the company involved-not me, the customer!”
“But that is not the way it is done here, Earthian. Here the customer is the one charged for having been careless and not making sure his documents were in order!”
“What kind of racket is this?” Finkelton asked in an angry tone of voice that resembled his alien mother’s in its ferocity-it startled him, and he consciously brought it back to within acceptable human parameters.
“Would you rather be condemned to work in those mines until your fee is paid in forced labour?”
The supervisor said as he pointed towards the large rectangular window through which Finkelton could see distant plumes of thick black smoke rising from a tall mountain, while nearby prisoners shackled to one another at the ankles were being loaded into vehicles to be transported there.
“Sir, I came here to solve a personal problem because your planet was highly recommended as the ideal place in which it could be solved.” he uttered while struggling to be patient.
“Problem? Ah, I guess you mean that you came to have sex with one of our Saggitarian wenches? Ehh?”
“Yes sir. That is exactly--”
“How dare you presumptuously assume that our planet can be used as some kind of a brothel!”
By this time Finkeklton had concluded that he was in the hands of criminals, or else some kind of fanatical political Saggitarian activists who were determined to make an example of him. He had read about such extremist Sagittarians, but had never considered that he would run into them at a spaceport.
So obviously, he had only two choices. He could pay the exorbitant amount they were demanding. Tell them that he was gladly contributing to their cause. Apologize profusely and hope on the tender mercies of which they had so far shown absolutely no evidence of possessing, or else, he could try to sever their Saggitarian heads at the base of their neck with his sonic blaster as his dear mother had taught him to do, something he was extremely skilled at doing and had done many times in the past under similar situations under his nonhuman mother’s tutelage.
After briefly considering the prose and the cons of both solutions, he chose the latter and then calmly walked out of the office and left as both bodies slumped instantly to the floor minus their heads which had been immediately semi-vaporized.”
“Welcome to our planet Mr. Finkelstone. You are a bit late sire! We were beginning to worry about you.” the Saggitarian female clerk said in a sweet voice when he had arrived.
“Well, just a slight misunderstanding at the spaceport. Nothing important.” he responded and imagined that somewhere, his mother had flashed her inhumanly broad alien smile.