The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Felix Amsha sighed as he made his way down the winding corridors of Spaceport Theta, his home. It had been a long day at work. He was a clerical assistant for the Star Alliance that governed the spaceport, spending all day filing data, sending digital letters, and being hassled by his higher-ups. Spaceport Theta was a popular destination for all kinds of intergalactic travelers. Some of them were human like him, but most of the Spaceport’s population was made up of different aliens who lived and worked side by side. But when cross-cultural disputes happened, or universal translators failed (which they often did), minor incidents could happen, which meant more work for clerical assistants like him. Work was a drag, Felix thought, but at least he had an evening at one of his favorite nightspots to look forward to.

Before going out to the bar, Felix stopped back at his quarters to change out of his work clothes. As the door slid open with a pneumatic hiss, he surveyed his room with a groan. His bed was a mess, as always, and his desk was stacked with all sorts of data drives, some for work, some for leisure. A datapad lay facedown on his desk, the back panel taken out for repairs, all sorts of circuits and wires spilling out. Despite his best efforts to fix it himself, it looked like he’d have to take it to the repair shop tomorrow.

Felix quickly stripped out of his work clothes, tossing the gray-and-turquoise speedsuit into a pile near his overflowing hamper. He looked at himself in the mirror—a reasonably handsome young man, clean-shaven, long beanpole legs, tan skin slowly becoming pale from lack of time spent in sun, black wiry hair still sticking up in the back from when he slept funny on it last night. He tried his best to comb it down, washed his face in the sink, and threw on a clean pair of slacks and a nice tunic. Satisfied with his reflection, he left.

The Kaon Lounge was one of the more popular venues for drinks and dinner on the station. Their menu catered to a huge variety of alien cultures, dietary restrictions, and even different protein chiralities, for species like Laenians and Yahrans who couldn’t digest “normal” foods. Felix sat down at the bar, ordered a drink, and took in the atmosphere—if he played his cards right, he might be able to strike it lucky with some beautiful young woman, human or otherwise.

“Is this seat taken?” A man’s voice cut through Felix’s thoughts. Felix looked up, mildly surprised. Standing nearby was an alien man—a tall, pale humanoid with platelike scales on his face that ran down his neck and long black hair. Felix placed him as an Orchalian—a cold-blooded species that hailed from a harsh desert planet. There were very few Orchalians on the station, so it was rare to see one, much less talk to one. The alien’s blue, slitted eyes met Felix’s own, capturing his gaze. Felix found it hard to look away, suddenly, but shook his head.

“No, no one’s sitting here, uh...” The Orchalian smiled and extended a hand.

“My name is Kelas. It is a pleasure to meet you, human. May I ask for your name?”

“Uh, Felix.” He felt as though he were under a spotlight. Kelas’s gaze was unusually piercing, and Felix couldn’t place why until he realized that the alien had not blinked once since they made eye contact. This Orchalian man was strange, and certainly bold. He had to wonder what the alien was playing at.

“Felix. A lovely name for a handsome young man.”

“Well, thanks, but, uh—I—” he started, discomfort obvious in his speech, but Kelas ignored it. This man was certainly coming onto him—how awkward. He would have to let him down gently—

“Oh, my dear, you seem so terribly stressed. I can see it in your eyes, you must be exhausted, you’ve been working so very hard all day, isn’t that right?” The alien man kept talking, unfettered.

“Yes, I—” Again, as soon as he agreed, Kelas spoke right over him, not letting him finish a thought.

“Someone so young and bright-eyed as you, running yourself ragged. My dear boy, I know your kind. You must spend your days cooped up in some dreadful office, staring at screens and datapads, yes?” Felix nodded in agreement, brow knitted.

“Of course, of course.” Kelas’s voice had a funny, sibilant echo, pulling the word “course” into a snakelike hiss.

When Kelas stood up, Felix realized something very important that he had forgotten about Orchalian physiology. A massive, scaly tail extended from Kelas’s tailbone, prehensile and long enough to grab Felix and wrap him twice around, pinning him against a wall, holding him down... wait, what? He shook his head, confused and aroused at the same time. It was normal for him to have those thoughts about girls, definitely, but a man several years his senior, and an alien no less? An Orchalian?

Kelas, on the other hand, seemed to sense his uneasy arousal and feed on it, growing more bold by the minute.

“I know what you need, Felix, my dear.” He drew closer.

“You work and work and work all day, but you never get the rest you need, you never get any release, do you?” He shook his head no, and Kelas smiled, placing both his hands on Felix’s shoulders. His hands were cool and dry. With the increased proximity, Felix noticed Kelas’s scent—not unappealing, something spicy and strangely sweet.

“You must be so, sooo tired,” Kelas whispered in a fond, sympathetic voice. Felix yawned.

“That’s right. Why don’t you come back to my quarters? I think a handsome man like you would appreciate some... stimulating company.”

Even through the fog in Felix’s head, the meaning couldn’t be clearer. But it wasn’t an unattractive prospect. Something about this alien man made him feel so dizzy, so tired, and strangely turned on, and he wanted relief. He would do anything for it.

“Nhhh... yes.”

Kelas beamed, and led him out of the bar, into the depths of the spaceport.

He lived in one of the upper quadrants, in a neat little apartment nearly overtaken by houseplants—rare orchids, dusk-blooming creepers, miniature shrubs and succulents in pretty glass pots. The temperature was much higher than he was used to, and the air extremely humid. It made him sleepier.

“You... y’ve got... " Felix began articulately, eyes roving about the room, but Kelas understood. Of course he did. Kelas understood everything. Felix wanted to lie back and let Kelas do all the thinking for him for the rest of his life.

“Yes, my dear, I am a botanist by trade. Just a humble botanist and nothing more.”

Kelas began to unwind his tail, pushing it up against Felix’s thigh. He moaned and leaned into the contact. God, he was getting hard. What was happening to him?

“In my line of work, of course, one often comes across some... interesting specimens.” He crossed the room and picked up one particular budding plant. Felix was enraptured by Kelas’s familiar yet alien physique, his shiny black hair, his long scaly tail. He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t notice when he returned to him, plant in hand. It was a strange, long cactus-like thing, with a pink-red bloom on its tip that was leaking sap.

“Breathe deep, my dear,” Kelas said, and Felix followed obediently. He inhaled the scent of the alien flower, and his world went blank for a moment. A wave of overpowering sweetness washed over him, making him twitch and shudder. It smelled so familiar, but so strange—spicy, like cloves and cinnamon, but sweet, and... Kelas! It smelled like Kelas! Felix let out a little moan thinking about him. He was so close!

“The sap of the Somoran crassulae has very... interesting properties, especially when taken in through the olfactory system by a levochiral species such as yourself. As I’m sure you’ve noticed by now.” Kelas spoke in a honeyed voice. Felix was still reeling from the hit of floral perfume he was dosed with. It was so hard to think, so hard to focus, so hard... The world was rapidly shrinking down to him and Kelas alone in a warm apartment, Kelas leading him to the neatly-made bed, Felix sitting down on shaky legs and Kelas caressing him with his tail all the while. Kelas’s warm hands found Felix’s shoulders and began to stroke and rub, unwinding knots and making him moan with pleasure.

If Felix could see himself now, he would have a hard time recognizing himself—no longer was he a tightly-wound, stressed out office worker. The man on the bed was heavy-lidded, limp, and smiling dizzily like an idiot—everything was so good, life was so good with Kelas there to take care of him. When he tried to express this sentiment to his newfound alien friend, Kelas only nodded and smiled encouragingly.

“That’s right, my dear, lie back, let me take care of you, keep breathing in, breathe in that lovely vapor.” The more Felix inhaled, the more he seemed to notice how hot and sticky he was getting, the humid room making it extra hard to think. He whined, nudging Kelas.

“So hot...” Kelas didn’t seem to be too inconvenienced by the heat, though he might have been getting a little hot and bothered. His grey, scaly skin was warming up. The palms of his hands were smooth and dry roving over Felix’s skin, and his lips burned like the desert sun when they met Felix’s in a passionate kiss. Felix responded with equal intensity, thrusting his tongue into Kelas’s willing mouth, then pulling back to nip gently at his lips and kiss down his neck.

“Oh, yesss,” the Orchalian man groaned, “my dearest, you’re so sleepy and so hard for me, sssooo good...”

Felix was blissed-out and horny, and he wanted nothing more than to be ravished by the handsome alien currently taking him in his arms and tugging off his shirt. His lover stripped him efficiently and gently, revealing sweaty, caramel-colored skin with each article of clothing removed. A light dusting of black hair covered Felix’s chest, leading down his torso, past his navel, into the band of his briefs where he could be seen sporting an impressive erection. Kelas nodded appreciatively, leaning down to kiss his chest and lave the human’s nipples with a forked reptilian tongue. Felix arched his back and whimpered at the contact. The cool saliva felt good on his hot skin. He leaned back, sprawling out on the bed, long legs splayed outwards as Kelas took position above him. The alien’s prehensile tail slithered around his cock, stroking it gently through his briefs, then pulling them down around his legs. Felix luxuriated in the contact, shifting and thrusting his hips forward, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets on the bed. Everything felt twice as good when he was like this.

Kelas shrugged his own clothing off, revealing chitinous plates that covered his body as well as smooth skin. His species had no need for nipples or body hair, or indeed any external genitalia. Another set of flat plates met between his legs, ending in a dripping slit. While he dipped his fingers into his slit, teasing and coaxing his own cock out, his tail began to move down to Felix’s firm ass.

When it came to sexual exploration, Felix hadn’t had anything come knocking near his back door since a particularly adventurous girlfriend back in his college days. He shifted uncomfortably when Kelas’s tail began to press at his entrance, worried even in his entranced state.

“Kelas, I don’t, will it...” he trailed off, breaths coming harder. Kelas retreated, taking Felix in his arms and shushing him gently. He would have to do a little more coaxing, perhaps.

“Oh, don’t worry, my love, take deep breaths. That’s right, in, out, deeper, deeper breaths now,” as Felix calmed down, he took deeper breaths, sucking in more of the plant’s heady aroma. His cock stiffened, leaking precum steadily from the tip. Kelas grabbed a bottle of lube and slicked up his fingers, adding as an afterthought some of the flower’s sap. The sticky liquid tingled on his fingers, but it didn’t affect him the same way it did his human lover.

“Repeat after me, Felix,” Kelas huffed, “go deeper, deep down, deeper,” as he pressed his fingers at the entrance of Felix’s hole, rubbing and pushing.

The sap had an intense aphrodisiac effect on Felix—he groaned in arousal, head lolling to one side, nearly tranquilized, murmuring under his breath that he was going deeper, so deep. His wavy black hair had fallen into his eyes, but he was in no position to even move a muscle to adjust it. Kelas fingerfucked him for a little longer, savoring his lover’s beautiful body as his own alien cock began to emerge.

Kelas, enamored by the human man, everted fully, revealing a long, narrow phallus that featured small ridges along the shaft. Pressing into Felix’s body, he withdrew his fingers and slowly, carefully slipped inside.

Getting fucked by an alien cock while deeply entranced, Felix was in ecstasy. He felt no pain, only a sweet stretching sensation that peaked as Kelas pushed in further. Each stroke seemed to melt into the next one as Kelas’s tail inched around his waist and began stroking Felix’s own rock hard dick. Kelas moved slow at first, delicately, but began thrusting harder and faster as Felix writhed under him.

“Deeper... deeper,” pleaded Felix, and Kelas obliged, each thrust seeming to take Felix further into helpless pleasure. Bouncing between the long alien cock and the soft grip of Kelas’s tail jerking him off, Felix couldn’t take it, it was too much, he—! With a helpless whimper, he came as his dick twitched and shot a huge load into Kelas’s waiting grip.

“Oh, my dear boy, come for me,” Kelas breathed, and finally stopped holding back, fucking Felix through his orgasm into a powerful climax of Kelas’s own. He rocked back and forth, whispering endearments to Felix as semen spilled from his alien cock, oozing out of Felix’s hole. It was a long while before his phallus retracted, and by then his heaving breaths subsided and he too could lie back, satisfied.

When he turned to look at Felix, Kelas saw a man in perfect trance, sweat beading on his steadily rising and falling chest, a thin line of drool running from his full lips. The floral aphrodisiac had made his cheeks flushed and his nipples erect, though his cock lay soft in a thatch of pubic hair. After a few moments in a wonderful state of zen, Kelas got up from the bed, unwinding a tangled bedsheet from his lover without disturbing him, and got himself a glass of water. Still nude, he perched near the bed, typing careful notes into a datapad.

[Somoran crassulae]

• Flower’s nectar has significantly stronger effects on levochiral species—humans included
• Induces a mild hypnotic state, increased suggestibility
• Increased arousal and sensitivity
• Most functional when scent is inhaled, but absorption through skin can have strong effects as well

He looked back at Felix, who was lying still on the bed. His eyelids had closed, and he appeared to be entering a deep sleep. Kelas, feeling a sudden surge of warmth, left the pad on the desk and went to join him in bed. He was just drifting off when Felix shifted suddenly, reached out to tangle his long limbs around his alien lover, and cuddled him close. Burying his head in the crook of Felix’s neck, Kelas couldn’t help but smile as they both drifted away into dreams.