Manphibians Chapter 12: Pets Ever After Evan Andrews ©2023
This story is not quite a fan fiction but it's close enough.
As always. I had a slate of faces I imagined while writing this story, this one went from select studs to a cast of thousands because the Challenge and its sister shows have over the years assembled a petting zoo's worth of hot men. Use your own imagination if you don't like my choices. This story should not be taken as a true representation of the sexuality of any of the men in question.
The story depicts males in sci-fi sexual situations with other males, and the odd alien. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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The Manphibians' human pets settled into their roles in a short time and spent the remainder of the aliens' mission (slated to last for five years-- five Phib years, that is, which proved to be only a little over two and a half Earth years) happily serving their alien masters as adoring pets and servicing them as biddable sex partners. (Not to mention using the synthetic Phib precum to rev themselves up for occasional bouts of man-sex.) None of them could later pinpoint when it was they gave up thoughts of returning to their (mostly straight) lives on Earth.
The Quartermaster took pride in his ability to keep the petting zoo of young mammals in tip-top shape through a maintenance program of exercise and correct diet, and their minds sharp by providing enrichment activities, including acting as experts on humanity to supplement the social scientists' reports. Reward, using treats and of course regular sexual release, kept the pets attentive, and there was in the whole period only once instance that necessitated punishment—and even that incident was softened by immediate consolation when the pet contritely admitted his mistake.
Today, the mammals were busy (loudly) mucking out the Pool, a messy and smelly job, but one that had to be done from time to time. The joy with which the pets went about their work confused the entire crew. The mammals treated the water like a second home, a playground even, and mud/much as a kind of toy. An enigma, to be sure, but even after years of proximity to the creatures, they continued to surprise the crew.
For example, the first time the Sociologist's pets engaged in full insertive congress during a session of human bonding. The Quartermaster had stared wide-eyed as the kissing hugging grinding pair fell to the ground, Dustin on his back and Zach on his hands and knees covering him. Zach, after gaining permission ("Dustin, I have to fuck your ass!" "About time."), forced his (sizeable) breeding organ into Dustin's anus and began thrusting into and pulling back out of the tight hole, stimulating his cock and causing Dustin to whimper in ecstatic fulfillment. The alien had been on the verge of intervening when its own pets joined it.
"Don't worry about them," Lio said.
"Yeah, that's just the way buttfucking is," Mike said. "Whether you're putting it to a boy or a girl."
the Quartermaster said.
"Only in the beginning," Lio said. "And only until you get used to it."
"Happily, men's plumbing is better designed to appreciate it," Mike said. "Watch."
Kim and Horacio had joined the crowd watching the pets fucking.
the Quartermaster said.
"Very," said Kim. "I've been throwing hints at Horacio here for months that I'm ready to take his monster, but he's too reserved. Dustin on the other hand is a total slut, and Zach's not big on patience."
"What?" the Hispanic stud said, offended. "You think I'm reserved?!"
"Well, have you fucked me yet?" Kim smiled.
"I was—uh, waiting for the right time?"
"No time like the present," Kim said, and laughing he took Horacio's hand and led his partner to a nearby couch.
the Quartermaster said.
He turned to his pets, only to find that they too had collapsed onto a couch. Lio had taken charge and had Mike's legs spread and lifted while he fingered his partner's hungry macunt.
"Do it," Mike, wide-eyed, panted, and the big-dicked Black hunk stepped between his partner's legs, took aim, and slowly slid into the virgin (virginity being another concept the Phibs had trouble grasping) hole. Gently rocking his hips, Lio got Mike used to bottoming (knowing that his own time was coming).
"Oh fuck," Mike groaned.
"Working on it," Lio said, and both men laughed.
The Quartermaster shook its head and left the mammals to their bizarre breeding rituals.
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Towards end of the mission, though, the crew was forced to make a very serious decision.
<the question is simple / shall the crew take the pets back to our world or return them to their homes>
<does the crew even have the right to take these mammals away forever / it is unlikely that any of them would ever return> the Pilot said.
the Biologist said.
the Engineer pointed out. (It enjoyed relaxing in the company of his pets and had learned parts of their histories.)
the Geologist said.
The Sociologist, however, was more practical.
<even if returned the pets could never step back into their old lives / they have been maybe too well conditioned to a life of being a pet to cleanly return to full independence / but also their governments would pounce and likely confine and debrief them for the rest of their natural lives>
the Engineer pointed out. It was flogging the dead equine for all it was worth.
The Biologist frowned at its colleague.
<human literature has stories about returned abductees / a strong chance exists that even if not confined they could be ostracized by their society and breeding groups> the Linguist said.
the Biologist said.
the Linguist countered.
<and which again would compromise the humans' chances of contributing to their gene pool> the Engineer was driving his point home.
The argument went back and forth for days, like one of the human recreations that involved knocking a ball from one player to another. The pets (who even after all these years had only a limited Phib vocabulary) heard the seriousness in the discussions, but, lacking a full understanding or the croaks and rasps, it meant little more than the peeping of frogs on a spring evening would have.
"Do you think they might be talking about us?" Derrick asked as they soaked one day.
Other abductees were splashing and generally enjoying themselves, but others had also noticed the Phibs were treating them differently and joined in this conversation.
"Everyone keep your ears open," Jordan said, "And if you hear the Phibs say anything about us share it."
"Share it even if you only think you heard something," Adam said.
"Right," the abductee subcommittee agreed, and they set off to eavesdrop on the aliens.
The Phibs, though, realized quickly that the pets were listening in on their discussions-- and possibly understanding what was being said. After that, the aliens restricted all discussions in front of the mammals to commonplace subjects. The abductees, just as quickly, realized the ploy and afterwards simply ignored the aliens' discussions and went on with their singular lives. If the discussions, the human subcommittee decided, were that important, they'd hear the outcome when the aliens were ready to tell them.
It was not until the final few days of the mission, though, that the Leader finally made his decision and the abductees found out.
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Meeting in the landing bay, the Leader said <the mammals will return home with the crew / there they will continue to be loved and protected pets>
the Geologist said.
The Leader turned a questioning face towards the scientist.
<this one had not considered that / envy of both the pets and of this crew / you have a proposal> the Leader said.
<this one suggests that the crew capture more male mammals for transportation to the home world / they can be used as gifts> the Engineer said.
They all realized that the human males were, in the long run, easier to train and handle.
the Pilot said.
the Leader asked.
<two tens of hands (2 hands of 3 fingers and a thumb x 10, so 80) / that way the crew's pets will not be a scarce commodity>
<commodity / the pets are still people> the Medical Officer was disgusted.
<they will be seen as commodities / the medical officer knows that to be true> the Engineer said
With a sad nod, the Medical Officer acknowledged the truth of the statement.
<then draw up a plan / acquisition of additional mammals will be the crew's last action of the mission>
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"The masters are definitely up to something," Jordan said as he skimmed scum off the top of the Pool like a (naked) cabana boy.
"What?" Rogan asked. "How do you know? What have you heard?"
"I haven't heard anything definite. I can just tell."
"Yeah," Lio agreed. "And they keep looking at us oddly."
"What does that mean?" Nelson asked.
Lio shrugged.
"I suppose we'll find out sooner or later," Rogan said, pragmatically.
"Sooner would be my guess," Jordan said.
Sonner was right.
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The Phib shuttle swooped down on the planet and executed the first of several coordinated search and abduct raids, grabbing ten human males before returning them to the Ship.
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The first the pets knew about it was when the Leader led in ten clothed (!) men, all of them sporting control collars.
"What the hell?" Brad erupted, but Jordan had a restraining hand on his friend's shoulder.
"It's happening," the dark stud said.
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Casper had been leaving a practice for the show he was dancing in. Then, once he was alone in the parking lot, he found himself hauled into the sky being pulled into the maw of some (fuck) spaceship. Quickly overpowering the dancer, the aliens—yeah, Casper believed and had no illusions about what was going on—trussed him up, muted him, and dropped him into the pile comprised of a half dozen other similarly restrained men. Casper exhausted himself fighting his bonds before he gave in and waited to see what happened. What happened was three more men—good looking guys, Casper had to admit—joining their number. After escaping air force pursuit and basting into translunar space, the abductees all watched in awe as they were delivered to the alien Mother Ship.
Fuck, this was real, and getting serious.
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The Pets congregated and stared as this batch of men—including Casper—stepped down to the edge of the Pool.
Are we being replaced?' Jordan wondered. Or are we being added to? Or what?'
The answer would have to wait, for the original pets were given orders.
the Quartermaster said, and the naked men slid into the warm water.
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Casper was frantic—but only in his head since he had no control over his body—the second he saw the collection of naked men. He got more frantic when he saw a couple of them start to get erections. Then they slid and jumped into the little pool.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' the dancer raged internally. I don't want to be anal probed! And definitely I don't want to be anal probed by some dude's hard dick!'
Suddenly, though, the alien behind Casper pressed the silencer to his throat and restored his voice.
"Listen, motherfucker..." Casper started, but the alien then deactivated in collar as well. The dancer froze for tht second of freedom, after which the alien him pushed him into the pool
`The pool full of their naked sex fiend slaves!' Casper thought.
"Jesus," Casper screamed as he thrashed around. "Stay away from me! Let me go!"
The nine men that he'd been captured with, a racial smorgasbord, joined Casper in the Pool. Splashing themselves until they got their bearings, they all instinctively struggled through the warm water towards the shore-- or at least they started to.
The naked men in the pool did nothing to stop them, which should have been a warning. Before Casper could get close to the shore, however, something seeped from the water into his body—into all their bodies if he was reading things right—and instead of clambering out of the intoxicating warmth, they all bobbed contentedly, basking in a state of enforced (just subtly enforced) calm.
`Shit,' Casper thought as the Pool's chemicals overtook his body and mind..
Two of the naked men (Joss and Sam) now came up on either side of the Black abductee to Casper's left (Clinton) and began running hands over his model-fit body. Then another two came for Casper himself.
"Oh fuck, no!" Casper cried as Gus cupped his junk before rubbing the mound the dancer's now hard meat had made in his now formfitting sweatpants. Noor joined his partner and the two took an inventory of all Casper's physical assets.
"What are you doing to me?" Casper moaned-- with just a hint of `Whatever it is; don't stop!'
"I'm Gus, just so you know, and Noor and I are welcoming you to the Conservatory," Gus said as he brushed his lips across Casper throat. "Specifically what we're doing at the moment is... What would you say, Noor?
"Getting you ready," the South Asian stud said.
"Ready for what?!"
"To join our brotherhood," Gus whispered, nibbling the dancer's ear. "In every sense of the word."
"But I... Ah!"
Casper's body might be calmed—oh, who was he fooling. He was really getting off on what these two were doing to his body. His mind would have fought to regain control, but the chemical calming agent kept him from pulling any extreme stunts like fighting these two guys or trying to escape-- even when Gus and Noor began to ease the dancer out of his clothes!
"No! Wait! Please!" Casper pleaded pathetically
Noor ignored Casper and instead, instead of stopping, skimmed the t-shirt off the dancer's upper body. Meanwhile, Gus grabbed the waistband of Casper's sodden sweats and yanked them down over his muscular thighs. Dry and on land, of course, the sweats would have fallen down around the dancer's ankles, but in the water, they got hung up. Grabbing a quick breath, the smiling Greek stud submerged and pulled Casper's shoes off before stripping him entirely. Coming back up, however, he "accidentally" rubbed against Casper's hard cock.
"Ah!" Fuck, when had Casper thrown wood?!
"Commando," Gus said with a leer. "It's like you knew how to dress for the occasion."
"Oooh," Casper groaned in reply. Gus had taken this new hunk's piece in hand.
"Believe me. You might not believe it, but you're really going to enjoy this," Gus said as he stroked Casper's length.
"Fuck!" Casper moaned, and then "Ah!" as Noor slid a couple of fingers into his ass to give him his first prostate massage. Fuck! He was an anal virgin; how was he taking Noor's violation s easily?!
"Eventually you will," Noor said, but Casper was drifting off into the erotic ozone.
"Soooooo good," Casper whimpered. He didn't want it to be, but it was. It really was.
Smiling at the dancer stud's reactions, Gus and Noor played his body with all the skill they had developed over years of serving the Phibs and fucking one another. They teased Casper and stroked him, and in doing so violated everything the dancer had held to be right-- until his will cracked and his cock fired off a massive spurt of man-cream
"FUCK!" Casper screamed as his body thrashed in the throes of an all-encompassing orgasm.
Casper had never in all his years experienced anything so wild--and as a dancer he'd been in on some pretty wild scenes over the years. Meanwhile, all around him, the other pets finished introducing his fellow abductees into the realities and the rewards of their new lives. Bodies spasmed, cocks leapt, and jets of cum shot into the water.
"Fuck!"
"Shit!"
"Oh God!"
And then there was no sound but the panting of expertly milked men.
The pets directed their charges to shore and helped climb out of the pool.
"What now?" Casper moaned to his shepherds
"Now we clean you up," Noor told him.
Together the pets groomed their dancer stud, shaving off all his body hair. Casper shivered at their gentle touch, not realizing the next stage, while less sexual, would be even more erotic.
"What's your name, buddy?" Gus asked his charge as he squirted depilatory foam over the dancer's firm muscles.
"Casper."
"Welcome to the club, Casper," Noor said as he began to massage the cream over the dancer's body.
Gus and Noor rubbed the dancer down, massaging his muscular body as they did so and turning him on again. Casper gasped—such sensations—weeping internally as he realized he was bit by bit submitting to what they were doing to him, to what they were making him. Glancing around, he saw his fellow abductees, also stripped to their birthday suits, getting shaved and rubbed down with the cream.
God,' Casper thought, If I had to be kidnapped by aliens and made into a sex pig pet, at least You saw to it that I was with some other hot men.'
Names were teased out of the other abductees: Tyler with blond curls; Ashley all tattooed muscle; Black Clinton with the dreds; Robbie tall and built; Black Tori with pecs to die for; Ed with long hair muscles, and winning smile; Jon extensively tattooed with White boy dreds; Canelo with red hair and a fighter's body; and Native American Martin with long black hair. As the names came out, skilled hands slowly and inexorably teased the men that bore them down the path from regular joes into another set of submissive alien pets.
"No!" a couple of the boys whined—in the beginning only--but "Yes!" the rest sighed. In the end, it didn't matter. They all submitted and were drawn back to the edge of the Pool. There, the pets openly masturbated the new boys until the ten took over in their own circle jerk. Several of the men fell to their knees and started eating the new boys' asses while others reached around and pinched and tormented the boys' nipples. It took only a few minutes until ten more ropes of human cum flew and enriched the waters of the Pool.
Finally, Gus and Noor escorted Casper to their master. A new tinge of concern touched the dancer's face, but the Leader pulled the stud's face into his chest.
"Lick," Gus said, and Casper obeyed.
Tasting Phib precum that first time, Casper had his first inkling that something essential was changing inside him forever. His tongue scooped up the alien sex-juice, and he swallowed it--chemically binding himself to the Phibs. Fuck, and his cock got hard again! Again!
Gus croaked.
<no / bring to sleep room> a place neither Gus nor Noor had ever heard of.
Following the Master, the pets conducted Casper through blank hallways to the Ship's large cold-sleep chamber.
Gus was astounded at the number of beds there, beds very like the one he'd been sleeping in for years—each fitted up with one of the spar things, but with just one head.
the Leader said.
"What is...," Casper whispered as he got a load of the spar on his bed. "You aren't..."
"No, not us. You are," Noor told him, and they lowered the dancer onto his back on the bed.
"Scoot down," Gus said, "And we'll help you get mounted."
"But I've never..." Casper said, and then... "My ass... ARGH!"
Gus had pushed the new boy up onto the spar and broached his hole. He held the dancer with only a few inches buried inside him so his ass could get used to the sensation of being filled. Then, once Casper had adjusted, Gus and Noor forcibly impaled the stud all the way.
"AHHHH!" Casper would have ripped himself off the spar, had Gus and Noor not been there holding him down.
This violation was so much more than Noor's earlier prostate massage, but slowly Casper's struggling body relaxed as the Ship pumped drugs into him. Finally, he fell fast asleep, and the pets arranged his body for a long sleep.
"Sleep," Noor said.
"Oh," the South-Asian stud said.
"Now?" Gus asked.
The Greek stud looked at his South Asian partner and shrugged. More pets? Why was this not surprising.
`I wonder how many more,' Gus thought.
Turning, Gus and Noor passed their fellows who were bringing in more naked men to be bedded down for cold-sleep. The naked buddies watched Jordan and Nelson walk the now naked, hairless, blond boy, Tyler, to his first real anal experience.
"ARGH!" the curly-headed stud screamed as he was forced onto the spar, and Brad and Nam walked Ashley in.
Gus and Noor, instead of saying to watch, returned to the Conservatory where they started cleaning up the Pool so it was ready to process the next catch of abductees.
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It took several raids, but in the end the cold-sleep chamber was all but filled with abducted men—eighty of them, all naked, most tumescent (but a couple sporting raging hard-ons), and they were all headed to a life of pampered servitude among the stars--lives that the original pets would be sharing.
Under orders from the Quartermaster, the pets locked down the Conservatory while the rest of the crew busied themselves securing the rest of the Ship for travel. Then it brought those original twenty abductees to the cold-sleep chamber themselves.
"Look at them all," Jordan whispered looking at row after row of sleeping abductees. (You had to whisper; the room was too big to speak normally in.)
<yes / pets for home> the Leader said.
"So, what now?" Nam asked. He wasn't shocked in the least.
<now choose / new brother> the Sociologist said.
"New brother?" Zach asked.
The Sociologist touched its big pet over his heart and said , then Dustin before waving at the cargo of sleeping men.
it said.
The whole human contingent finally looked shocked—but only for a moment. Then they all grinned.
"You heard the master," Lio said, and he led Mike out slave window shopping.
The sheer number of these final abductees made the job a chore, but in the end Nike and Lio chose the redheaded Mexican hunk Canelo, and the Quartermaster made an addendum to the label on that stud's bed. Dustin and Zach chose the Black model body, Clinton, and so on down the line.
the Quartermaster said, and the pets moved towards the last empty beds. These were arranged in threes-- one for a Phib with two more, one on either side, for that Phib's pets.
"Until we wake up at your world?" Jordan said as he and Nelson chose beds.
The Leader nodded, and said, again
Nam climbed on his bed alongside the Pilot's couch and impaled his ass so he could sleep their voyage away.
"Ach," he sighed, his cock filling out as he watched Brad impale his own ass on the other bed.
Realizing that when he woke, Nam would never see his home world ever again, he almost shed a tear. But then...
"Good night, John-Boy," someone said, and Nam smiled at the joke (it sounded different in English than it did in German). That always meant that things were and would turn out to be alright. With that thought in his mind, the muscle stud slowly relaxed and gave himself over to sleep.
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In the final act of a living being on the Ship, the Leader set the Ship's Brain to take them home, and followed his crew, their pets, and the human cargo by slipping into cold-sleep. As he lost consciousness, the Mother Ship engaged its engines and cruised away from the blue-white planet and into the star-pocked black of interstellar night.
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I admit to enjoying making lists for my imaginary petting zoo. Call me weak.
My list of men taken in the final snatch and grab ran to nearly six dozen men: more from The Challenge or the Real World (a few of them no longer competing alongside us), from other MTV competition shows like Are You the One or Ex on the Beach, and a few men that I could just wanted to imagine serving alien masters. I leave it to the readers to imagine which men were taken—but I will admit that
For those keeping score, the first ten were Ashley Cain, Canelo Alvarez, Casper Smart, Clinton Moxam, Ed Eason, Jon Mesa, Martin Sensmeier, Robbie Skibicki, Tori Brooks, and Tyler Crispen
The thirds that the crew chose:
Leader – Noor and Gus – Jon Mesa Biologist – Joss and Sam – Ashley Cain Engineer – Jordan and Nelson – James Lock Geologist – Derrick and Adam – Xavi Meade Linguist – Cohutta and Nehemiah – Robbie Skibicki Medical Officer – Kim and Horatio – Casper Smart Pilot – Nam and Brad – Prosper Muna Quartermaster - Lio and Mike – Canelo Alvarez Sociologist – Dustin and Zach – Clinton Moxam Soldier – Rogan and Cory – Tyler Crispin