Roswell Dreamin'

 

 

Quark, alone in a small locked room that wasn't quite a prison cell but could easily have been mistaken for one, paced the room impatiently.  Not for the first time, he cursed the whole concept of time travel.  It went against the whole natural order of things.  A Ferengi ought to be making deals and earning profit, not wandering around uselessly in Earth's past.

 

And from what little he'd been told about time travel, he realized that it could turn out to be far worse than it looked.  Whatever actions he took now, on this primitive military base where he'd been taken after his crash landing in Roswell, New Mexico, could have lasting and unpredictable effects on the timeline.  Being responsible for the fate of the human species, and to some extent every other species that humans were due to encounter, was definitely not a weight that belonged on the shoulders of a Ferengi.  Just the thought of it made his lobes ache.  Absently he reached up and rubbed one of them, wishing that he had a dabo girl to assist him with that particular service.

 

A clattering noise came from the adjacent room, followed by a fumbling at the door.  The latch clicked over, and the door swung open to reveal a young male human.  Although Quark had never been very accurate at guessing the ages of humans, he figured this kid couldn't be much older than eighteen.

 

A mop and bucket stood next to a desk just outside the door, presumably representing the human's assigned task.  Quark noted that he wore a civilian badge with the name Okun.  The kid seemed to have forgotten all about his work, though, as he stood staring at Quark with worshipful eyes.

 

"Wowie, I always wanted to see a real Martian!  I heard they were keeping aliens in here, and I just had to see for myself.  I'm not really supposed to be in this room."  He giggled, a dreadful sound that grated against Quark's sensitive ears.  "But I have a lot of keys they don't know about."

 

A complete idiot, Quark thought, but he might prove useful.

 

"Can you help me to get back to my ship?"  Pausing momentarily while he thought up a story, Quark lowered his voice and confided, "I'm on a mission of mercy, delivering medicine to poor sick Martian children."

 

"Oh, wowie," the kid exclaimed again.  "Gee, I wish I could, but there are two guards in the next room, and there's no other way out of here.  If anyone even found out I'd been talking to you, I'd lose my job for sure.  I'm sorry, Mr. Alien.  I really wish I could help."

 

Well, so much for that.  Quark briefly wondered whether he could escape by crawling through a ventilation shaft, but he had to give up on that idea, too.  Unfortunately, there was no chance that his head would fit.

 

"Mr. Alien," the kid went on, swallowing nervously as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, "would you mind if I touched your ears?  I mean, I'll probably never have the chance to touch a real live alien ever again, you know."

 

Although Quark's first inclination was to respond with a few choice Ferengi curses, he decided he'd better humor the kid.  After all, the poor fool might turn out to have some use, eventually.  He remained still as Okun tentatively touched his lobes, the boy's fingertips moving as gently as if he were caressing some rare and precious gem.

 

Actually, it didn't feel half bad, to be honest about it.  There was no way Okun could have known that Ferengi earlobes were a highly sensitive erogenous zone, but the kid definitely had a natural talent.  Quark began to feel the first pleasant stirrings of arousal.

 

He gave the boy a speculative look.  Kind of skinny, smelled clean enough, and had a narrow little butt that would in all probability be nice and tight.  Although Quark preferred females, there were occasions when it was necessary to make do with inferior merchandise.  Several of the Rules of Acquisition dealt with that subject, after all.

 

Quark decided that this was a situation where it would be best to get straight to the point.  "Ever wonder what it would be like to fuck an alien?"

 

The idiot boy looked as if he might be about to pass out from excitement.  "Oh!  You really mean that!  I can find out how aliens do it?  Do you have both male and female parts?  Are they . . ."

 

Quark, undoing his fly, had no interest whatsoever in hearing any more of that.  "Just shut up and start sucking."

 

Although Okun looked absurdly disappointed to find such an ordinary piece of equipment, he got down on his knees willingly enough and took Quark's erect dick in his mouth.  He proceeded to suck it with great enthusiasm.  Too much enthusiasm.  Quark began to feel as if he'd gotten his member stuck in a vacuum hose.  Not to mention that the kid had no idea of how to prevent his teeth from scraping it.  He'd probably never had sex of any kind before.

 

Wincing, Quark pulled his dick free, minus a bit of skin.  The kid, slobber running down his chin, stood up and started to babble again.

 

"Did I do it good?  Did you like it?  Huh?"

 

"Wonderful," Quark lied.  "And now I want you to drop your pants and bend over."

 

Although he expected Okun to balk at that, the boy instantly complied.  Getting butt-fucked by a genuine extraterrestrial was apparently his idea of paradise.  Quark almost felt guilty about taking advantage of the imbecile.  Almost.  You couldn't lead a profitable life, after all, if you wasted time and energy on something as unproductive as guilt.

 

Well, one advantage to getting his prong sucked by a drooling idiot was that he wouldn't need any additional lubricant.  The drool would be more than sufficient, even for Okun's virgin butthole.  At first he took it easy, but the boy's delighted wriggling made it plain that there was no need to be gentle.  Quark started to pump harder, all the while keeping an eye on the closed door that led to the guards' room.  What a view of this scene would do to the timeline wasn't something he cared to envision.

 

He reached a very satisfying orgasm just as Okun, with a ghastly squeal that presumably indicated pleasure, spurted his own come all over the floor.  Which was good, because Quark certainly hadn't planned on doing anything more to get him off.

 

The moronic boy, pulling up his trousers, gazed at Quark with adoration.  "You know what, I'm gonna go to college and get smart.  Yeah, I'm gonna learn all about spaceships and aliens.  Then I'll come and visit you on Mars."

 

Quark sighed.  "You do that, kid."

 

As the door of his cell closed again, Quark briefly wondered whether he'd made a mistake by encouraging the oaf to look beyond his mop and bucket.  There might, after all, be unexpected consequences for the development of humanity's future . . .

 

Nah.  Not a chance of it.