I should have left right then and there.

The next thing I saw was her unzipping the front of her dress, throwing her shoulders back so it tumbled from her shoulders, revealing every inch of a shapely body covered in purple spotted black and white fur.

For a moment, my eyes traveled down the cream colored fur running from her throat to her chest and belly, following it down to the lump of green-purple flesh between her legs. They traced the curve of the greenish pink daffodil-like petals of flesh nestled in her chest fur, then drifted lower, admiring how the purple speckles curved through the pelt around the base of her hips in a way that almost looked like a design.

I quickly forced myself to look up.

"What is this!" I stammered. "What are you doing!"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she giggled. "Do you like what you see?"

I swallowed. "I..." I shook my head. "I...don't think you should be doing this. Like I said, I don't want another death on my conscience."

I stood up, aiming to see myself out the door, but she pushed me back down.

"You're assuming that I want to live. I've lived a very sad, pathetic life. I've contemplated a lot of different methods to put an end to this dreary torture of living, but every method seemed too painful, or else it would have painful side effects if I missed it up. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go through with it, but then..." She touched her chest. "I found that perfect method. Something with an element of chance. Something that could end in death, or new life, joy or the end of my misery. Either way, a pleasurable way to put an end to things, one way or another."

"What if it doesn't kill you?"

She grinned. "Then life will become a lot more interesting."

My mouth felt parched. "Look, uh, Sigma. I'm a religious person. There's a commandment against fornication."

"You've already broken it once."

"That doesn't make it right to keep on doing it."

"Jason, fornication is a sin committed between two individuals of the same species." She framed her crotch with her hands, and a cluster of tentacles waved at me in the same fashion a hand would wave hello. "Are you sure this is what that commandment was talking about?"

A lump caught in my throat and stayed there. "You're...not afraid of getting JF-1?"

She stepped in closer, pressing her nose against mine as she slowly unbuckled my belt. "Do I look like I'm worried?"

"You know, they have contraceptives in the med lab."

"You assume that I want to avoid the consequences. I would gladly welcome death...or children."

"I'm not sure I would."

She responded by giving me a long, passionate kiss. "Are you certain?"

"You know," I stammered. "It seems a little...too soon for this. Ibira just died and..."

"You said it yourself. It wasn't your fault. You didn't know."

I just frowned at her.

"Would Ibira want you to be unhappy?"

"I...I'm not sure this would make me...happy."

She pouted. "But it wouldn't make you miserable, no?"

I still wasn't sure. "I..."

"Let me ask you something. Do you believe in sex after death?"

"No..."

"Then," she said as she pulled my belt out of its fastening loop. "She shouldn't care what we do, right?"

"I...guess."

Sigma undid my pants, pulling them off.

"Sigma," I protested. "I...I don't...I mean, I...ordinarily..."

"Yes?" She practically breathed the words into my crotch.

"This isn't a good idea."

"And why isn't it? I can already see that your reproductive system thinks it's a fine idea."

"Why don't you...take up gardening instead?"

"Maybe I don't want to plant tomatoes. Maybe I want a different kind of seed."

I squirmed, at a loss for words.

"If I am disturbing you, you can tell me and I will let you go."

"You're not disturbing me," I stammered. "In fact..." My voice suddenly became quiet and squeaky. "It's quite the opposite."

She giggled. "You're like a young Harfon before the rite of Rudwace!"

I sunk in his chair, embarrassed at her loudness. The sound waves from her voice bounced all over in the small room. I felt hot all over.

She ran a finger down the growing front part of my underwear. "Would you like to...familiarize yourself with things before we start?"

The phrasing startled me. I jerked back in alarm.

"Ibira told me everything the moment she came back. And I mean everything."

"She did?" I paused. "She said she had a headache. She said she felt sick."

"Yes, but she was still excited, and in love. So...familiarizing. Yes? No?"

I nodded, trembling as she tugged my elastic waistband down, pulled my underwear off.

With a kiss, Sigma's hands slipped under my shirt, pulling it over my head, and I found myself being led to the desk, watching her crawling up onto the surface protector.

As I climbed up to join her, she straddled the glass, gesturing invitingly at a pair of large green bumps and three tentacles swelling between her legs.

The tentacles slapped the table top, and I could see the outline of another pink organ beneath.

With my heart beating faster, I seated myself close to her, pulling back the tentacles to get a good look.

She purred in response, leaning backward, pointing her tentacles straight up to give me a full view.

Her organ looked like an upside down letter Y with two sockets on the bottom arms, and a slit filled with stubby tentacles ran down the middle, framed in swollen purple bumps.

The slit readily accepted my probing fingers, drawing them into a moist pocket of muscle.

She let out a shuddering gasp as my shaking hands traced the crack downwards, crossing a firm ridge at the fork of the Y, a noise that developed into a moan as my finger slipped into one of the arms.

When my finger returned to the intersection and slid down the other arm, she sat up, commencing her own anatomical survey.

"What happened to your balls?"

I reddened. "You mean, Ibira didn't tell you?"

Her eyes widened in shock. "Ibira did that? God, how did that not get infected?"

"I don't know. How does a bug bite not get infected? Judging by the other stuff she's told you, I'm surprised you aren't aware of all this."

"And you never got check out by a doctor?"

"I've been stuck here. No offense, but the last thing I want to do is drop my shorts around the weirdos we got here."

"Those weirdos saved your life a few days ago. If you got an infection from something alien, your family doctor isn't going to help you."

"It's okay. Really, I'm fine. I slept outside my species. If it gets infected, I deserve what I get."

"Well..." My erection had shriveled a little from the discussion topic, so she stroked it back to firmness. "Whenever you die from it, hopefully you can take me with you."

She fingered the scars. "I promise mine won't do that. Much."

I cringed. "I'm kidding!...Anyways..."

Our explorations slowly became more...involved.

"That's a strong little muscle!" she giggled as she flicked my penis with a finger. "If it wrestled with my okjupta, you think it would win?"

"I don't know. I don't have that much control over it. It mostly moves in one direction."

She pressed her body close to mine, wrapping her tentacles around it, gently rolling it from side to side. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I gasped. "That's all you."

"Pity," she said as she kept bending it around.

But then I remembered what I did inside Ibira's noafwi and tried a few things.

"There," she giggled. "I thought you could figure out something!"

I squirmed on the glass table top, focusing my mind on sexually neutral things in attempts to prevent the inevitable.

I started thinking about my little conversation with Gary.

"I didn't get any condoms," I said. "I should go to the med-"

Her tail flicked inside a candy dish, scattering alien bugs everywhere. When it came out, it held a little plastic package with a pronounced circular bump.

I reached for it, but she flicked her tail and the condom went flying across the room.

"You won't need it. I'm not afraid to die."

The whole time she had been doing this, her tentacles had been stretching and pulling and bending things every which way. I squeezed whatever muscles I could to stop it, but eventually I sprayed seed into her pelt.

"Oops," I stammered. "I guess that was too much. You win."

To my absolute disgust, she cupped up a glob of the stuff and slurped it into her mouth.

"You really do want to die, don't you?"

She shrugged. "Are you done, or can you keep going after that?"

"I guess maybe with a little effort..."

She worked things back up into a stiffening state. "Did Ibira have this problem when she played with it?"

"I...I think you kinda overdid it. Plus she, uh, ejaculated something into those...bites."

Her expression became wistful. "If only we could bottle it..."

Her tail got involved, and we weren't wrestling anymore, exploring each other's bodies with organs other than our hands.

"Let's try out the eighty seven sexual positions," she purred.

"Um," I gasped. "How about we start with one and try the other ones later."

"Perhaps that is best. Though I can only hope you'll eventually agree to try the Gamzogaan mind blower."

She wrapped her legs around me. "This one is called the zayqatihul leg lock. Mind you, I've never actually tried any of these, but..." A pair of tentacles curled in a tight spiral around my swelling erection. "I think you're supposed to do it like this..."

She let out a chicken-like squawk as she lowered herself upon me. When I chuckled, she said, "Hey, don't make fun of my birdsong."

"Sorry."

She moaned and clucked, raising and lowering herself on my penis. "Move it backwards. My okjupta can only push stuff around a certain way."

I squeezed the appropriate muscles, pushing further in.

"There," she purred. "That's it."

I felt tentacles tugging and pulling on me. "That's it, oh, that's it."

She rose and fell, tentacles guiding me to that sensitive spot again. "Oh! That's it! Give me JF-1!"

I thrust, my erection taking on that tell-tale sensation indicating that it had stretched to its ultimate limit, long enough to catch the inmost lip of a Thark's noafwi, its sensitive head pressing against a fleshy wall.

"That's it!" Sigma moaned. "Oh God, that's it!"

"That's the kind of prayer that most often gets answered with babies," I gasped.

She let out chicken squawks. "Does it now! (Bawk) Oh Beota! I love how you think!"

I cringed a little, but at this point my body didn't care.

Blinded by lust, I let my body take over as she performed the action, doing whatever I felt I had to do to feel good, which involved me burying my face in her furry cleavage.

Mistake.

Years ago, I went to my doctor and did one of those allergy tests. They laid me on my back and put drops of common allergens on my back in sort of a grid pattern to see what would make me break out.

One of the ones that made me break out the most was cat hair, followed by dust, dog hair, pollen and ragweed.

Although Sigma fit into none of these categories, my nose disagreed.

Before I could stop myself, I sneezed on her breasts, then, as she stared at my runny nose in disbelief, a second sneeze erupted right in her face.

Totally disgusting, and I'm naked, so I have nothing I can even wipe my snot away with, except maybe her fur, which would only disgust her and simultaneously make me sneeze again.

I wiped my nose with my hand, smiling at her sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry! That's great! Give me all your germs!"

"This isn't War of the Worlds. It was JF-1 that killed her. I'm not even sick."

"Still, it wouldn't hurt to stack the odds in my favor..." She smeared the mucus all over her face, ran her tongue down the wrist I wiped my nose on.

My erection shriveled to nothing just watching her. "Gross!"

"You're the one who sneezed on my face!"

"I didn't mean to. I got allergies!"

She scowled. "Are you saying you're allergic to me?"

I stared at her, thinking about this quite seriously. Considering her disgusting display, I wondered if it would be best to just agree with that assessment. "Uh..."

But then again, we were still joined at the crotch, and her strange organs has been tugging and squeezing on mine, or at least teasing it with enticing spasms as we talked.

Overwhelmed, I backpedaled around the situation by blurting, "I can't help the fact that I-"

I stopped short of telling her that I'd love a cat even if it made me sneeze. Could I really love a woman that ate my boogers? "I mean, I have owned dogs and cats, and..." There was that word again. "I cared for them very deeply, allergies and all..."

I could tell she was on the verge of either calling it quits due to the insult, or crying tears of joy. I decided I'd have to barrel ahead and say something whether I believed it or not. "Even though they made me sneeze, and made it hard to breathe, and sometimes gave me a rash, I couldn't stop loving them."

There. Honestly, I had to be true to my convictions. If I were going to sleep with someone, they were going to be my partner as long as they lived. Of course, with my current track record, that might not be as long as I originally thought. I couldn't tell if that were a bad thing, or a good thing.

Sigma let out a small laugh. "I'll get Sal to dose you with allergy medicine next time."

We continued where we had originally left off, with me trying my best to put distance between my face and her fur coat.

Sigma didn't have a pair of fangs, apparently. The equipment she below had didn't come with that painful feature.

"Give me JF-1!" she kept moaning. "Yes! Oh yes! Kill me with your seed!"

When we finally reached the point of no return, we slumped contentedly into each other's arms, well, kind of, considering my puffy watering eyes, but you get the idea.

By the way, she was right about there not being any fangs or anything to damage...sensitive things below.

We just laid for awhile on the glass countertop, reveling in the last waves of pleasure rushing up between our legs, staring at the mess.

A computer monitor, keyboard and speaker lay fallen on the floor. The shattered remains of a glass candy dish and papers lay scattered everywhere.

"That," she purred. "That was interesting."

"Yeah," I gasped. "Yes it was."

As I lay cradled in her arms with my nose dripping, feeling my skin begin to burn and itch everywhere our bodies touched, I heard a soft click, then what seemed to be the recording of a soft, vaguely human wailing sound.

"The baby monitor!" Sigma bolted upright in shock. "It hatched!" she practically screamed in excitement.

"What?"

My mind, still groggy from the dopamine, entertained the notion that she had been breeding Ikran or chickens or something, and was just using a baby monitor to check them.

The slowly building throb in my chest told a different story. That was no chicken squawk.

"What," I groaned.

I pulled away, discovering, to my discomfort, that our stomachs were caked together, on account of what I had coated hers with.

Secretly dreading the answer, I asked, "What are you monitoring. What hatched."

"The egg!" she cried. "Your egg! It actually hatched!"

My pulse quickened, my mouth becoming dry with fear. I was now under the impression that Sigma could physically sense when her eggs were being fertilized. Or...something worse.

As the wail continued, I knew, deep inside, what was really going on. I just didn't want to believe it. My heart thumped in irregular patterns, my stomach churning. "Egg?" I squeaked. "What...egg?"

"Ibira's egg! It actually hatched!"

The stories were true? I thought, still refusing to understand. They actually lay eggs? My heart practically leapt into my throat. "What! What are you saying!"

"Oh Jason!" she cried. "Ibira had a baby, but she didn't want to tell you because she knew it might upset you, especially if it didn't hatch, but now we know that it's alive and well and probably hungry!"

The color drained away from my body, my heart beating against my ribs like a conga drum.

Sigma squeezed me tight. "Congratulations, dad!"

I suddenly felt very faint.