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ds_flashfictionTitle: Tentacles Make Everything Better (now also on AO3)
Prompted by:wicked3659
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1253
Prompt: Benton Fraser is actually a space alien sent here to assess human race for invasion. Meets Ray K and reevaluates his position (for better or worse, dealer's choice. 😏 In my head I'm thinking of how attached Venom became to Eddie (I'm not suggesting Fraser is of a similar alienage 😆 but what kind of alien he is is open, maybe there are tentacles 😆
As it happens, I've already written alien tentacle-fic for due South - my very first offering in the fandom, many years ago! I always meant to write a sequel to In a Strange Land so this has been a useful spur - still no tentacle-sex I'm afraid, but I did manage a bit of the romanceresonant mentioned in this post. It shouldn't be necessary to read my initial story (a crossover with Galaxy Quest in which Fraser and Dief are shape-shifting tentacular aliens like the Thermians, on a first contact mission to Earth) to understand this.
"Did you take the medication the doctor prescribed?"
"Yes, Ma, quit bugging me. It'll kick in soon."
Fraser had brought Ray home to his apartment from the hospital and put him to bed, averting his eyes while helping Ray struggle into sweatpants and a pajama top. Ray was grouchy, in considerable pain from the burns to his hands sustained in their latest adventure when he'd tried to preserve evidence despite the forger having set it on fire then skedaddled. Skedaddled. Fraser was fairly sure that was an appropriate Earth term to use, particularly for a 'Canadian' like himself, but translation from Nerdian, his home planet's language, was hit and miss at times.
Fraser sighed. At least forgery of a notional form of value-exchange would not overly alarm his supervisors when he submitted his latest report, unlike the murder, violence and ecological harm he and Diefenbaker had uncovered while stationed here as alien spies. Their purpose was to determine if Earth was ready to join the Galactic Alliance and he was trying not to think what the consequences might be if Earth was deemed too dangerous. The fates of worlds that failed their evaluations didn't bear thinking about, but perhaps it would only be invasion and the 'benevolent' imposition of pan-Galactic civilization. The Thermians might even argue to keep Earth's inhabitants in their present primitive state, the better to use their natural ferocity in combating psychopaths like General Sarris.
Probably catching his name in Fraser's thoughts, Dief pushed in closer to Ray's bed and whined, nosing Ray's sleeve. "I can't pat you with my hands all messed up, ya big lug," Ray said, lifting his bandaged hands in frustrated demonstration.
Dief whined, resting his head on Ray's pajama-clad stomach with a dramatic sigh. Fraser rolled his eyes. Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you? he sent crossly.
You just wish you could touch him like I can! Dief thought smugly, closing his eyes as Ray clumsily attempted to stroke his furry head with the underside of one wrist.
"I'm sorry. He shouldn't be bothering you," Fraser said, glaring at Dief who cheerfully ignored him.
Ray lifted his hands again. "Hey, I can't do a goddamn thing with these mitts so I appreciate the company." He frowned at Fraser. "You sure you can stay over till I can use 'em again?"
"Ray, you know I'm happy to help however I can," Fraser assured him, thinking again that having only two arms was a distinct anatomical disadvantage. His own natural form had twelve tentacular appendages, so even if one or two were injured, there were always several more to manage the basics, like feeding, or, oh dear, bathroom necessities. "Er… that is…"
"Aw jeez," Ray groaned, guessing his hesitation. "This is not how I imagined gettin' up close and personal with you." He shot Fraser a nervous glance. "Oops. Didn't mean to let that slip. Chalk it up to the painkillers, right?"
"Indeed, Ray," Fraser reassured him, his mind a whirl of Up close and personal? Ray wants to get up close and personal?
I've been telling you. He's got the hots for you bad, Diefenbaker interjected. He'd developed an annoying lack of patience with human courtship behaviors and kept going on about how much simpler things were in his canine-lupine form, driven by scents and appetites.
Fraser suspected Dief wouldn't resume his own tentacular form and return to Nerdos when their mission ended. Some agents never did, instead slipping away into the local alien population, blending in and avoiding Galactic Headquarters' attempts to locate and retrieve them. It was a known problem with undercover work and he had a momentary pang of worry for his old friend Ray Vecchio, now in Vegas. Ray was from Earth so he hadn't changed his physical form but there was no less risk from a fundamental change in attitudes and behaviors.
"But really, I'm happy to help, Ray. I shall be perfectly comfortable on my bedroll, and at least Turnbull can't bother me here with asinine questions about heraldry and the proper form of address for the British ambassador."
Ray chuckled. "Yeah, you got that right." He shrugged. "Sorry I'm not gonna be great company, though."
"It's no trouble at all." Fraser turned towards the kitchen. "Now, I believe chicken soup is the required sustenance under these circumstances."
Ray snorted. "Now you really are makin' like my ma. I dunno if I got any stuff you can use, but knock yourself out. I'm gonna take a nap."
"An excellent idea, Ray," Fraser agreed, looking back. Dief had curled up on the bedside rug and Ray had his eyes shut, wounded hands propped on his stomach like oversized, crepe-bandaged golf clubs.
A wave of fondness swept through Fraser and he was suddenly, fiercely determined to do all he could to prevent Earth being invaded and forcibly assimilated into the greater Galactic Alliance.
He turned back to the kitchen and, shielded from Ray's sight, pulled out his handheld and searched the records of Earth's broadcasts for Polish chicken soup recipes. Exploring Ray's cupboards produced a box of instant chicken noodle soup packets, several boxes of mac 'n cheese, a sack of elderly potatoes starting to sprout, salt and pepper, a bag of flour, and several boxes of Smarties. The fridge yielded only bottled beer, the milk having long since expired. Fraser disposed of it, wrinkling his nose at the smell, and set about grating the potatoes and mixing in flour and seasonings to make dumplings, which he cooked in the soup broth. With Ray asleep it was safe to revert to tentacular form, so the work went quickly, Fraser wielding the paring knife in one coil and several potatoes in others, while stirring the simmering soup on the cooktop with a spoon clutched in yet another limb.
He brought the finished bowls of soup back into the bedroom, giving Dief a plate of dumplings to munch on before gently shaking Ray's shoulder.
"Sorry, but you should try to eat something, Ray. Painkillers on an empty stomach aren't a great idea."
Ray blinked at him drowsily then screwed up his eyes and shook his head. Belatedly, Fraser realized that in his preoccupation with caring for Ray he'd forgotten to revert to human form. He transformed rapidly, cursing inwardly, but Ray only opened his eyes cautiously then grinned up at him. "Hoo boy! You can say that again. For a moment there I thought you had tentacles!"
Fraser smiled weakly and offered him the bowl of soup.
Later, when he'd managed to feed Ray most of it and the dumplings had been declared "almost as good as Ma's", Ray drifted off to sleep curled on his side, his face more relaxed now, not creased by pain. Emboldened by the plausible deniability brought by pain medication, Fraser let himself revert again, coiling his tentacles around Ray protectively on the bed and stroking his hair with one suckered tip.
Ray sighed happily, muttering "always did like that hentai stuff" into the pillow and pressing himself back against Fraser's coils. From the bedside rug, Dief raised his head, grinning.
Don't ruin the moment, Fraser begged him, and, wonder of wonders, Dief just subsided with a snort.
Perhaps, in time, he might be able to show Ray his true form without benefit of narcotics, Fraser thought with an unexpected surge of hope. For now, this was enough and he spooned Ray's back, sliding one flexible limb over his waist and coiling it around his upper arm.
For now, this was greatness.
Prompted by:
wicked3659 Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1253
Prompt: Benton Fraser is actually a space alien sent here to assess human race for invasion. Meets Ray K and reevaluates his position (for better or worse, dealer's choice. 😏 In my head I'm thinking of how attached Venom became to Eddie (I'm not suggesting Fraser is of a similar alienage 😆 but what kind of alien he is is open, maybe there are tentacles 😆
As it happens, I've already written alien tentacle-fic for due South - my very first offering in the fandom, many years ago! I always meant to write a sequel to In a Strange Land so this has been a useful spur - still no tentacle-sex I'm afraid, but I did manage a bit of the romance
resonant mentioned in this post. It shouldn't be necessary to read my initial story (a crossover with Galaxy Quest in which Fraser and Dief are shape-shifting tentacular aliens like the Thermians, on a first contact mission to Earth) to understand this."Did you take the medication the doctor prescribed?"
"Yes, Ma, quit bugging me. It'll kick in soon."
Fraser had brought Ray home to his apartment from the hospital and put him to bed, averting his eyes while helping Ray struggle into sweatpants and a pajama top. Ray was grouchy, in considerable pain from the burns to his hands sustained in their latest adventure when he'd tried to preserve evidence despite the forger having set it on fire then skedaddled. Skedaddled. Fraser was fairly sure that was an appropriate Earth term to use, particularly for a 'Canadian' like himself, but translation from Nerdian, his home planet's language, was hit and miss at times.
Fraser sighed. At least forgery of a notional form of value-exchange would not overly alarm his supervisors when he submitted his latest report, unlike the murder, violence and ecological harm he and Diefenbaker had uncovered while stationed here as alien spies. Their purpose was to determine if Earth was ready to join the Galactic Alliance and he was trying not to think what the consequences might be if Earth was deemed too dangerous. The fates of worlds that failed their evaluations didn't bear thinking about, but perhaps it would only be invasion and the 'benevolent' imposition of pan-Galactic civilization. The Thermians might even argue to keep Earth's inhabitants in their present primitive state, the better to use their natural ferocity in combating psychopaths like General Sarris.
Probably catching his name in Fraser's thoughts, Dief pushed in closer to Ray's bed and whined, nosing Ray's sleeve. "I can't pat you with my hands all messed up, ya big lug," Ray said, lifting his bandaged hands in frustrated demonstration.
Dief whined, resting his head on Ray's pajama-clad stomach with a dramatic sigh. Fraser rolled his eyes. Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you? he sent crossly.
You just wish you could touch him like I can! Dief thought smugly, closing his eyes as Ray clumsily attempted to stroke his furry head with the underside of one wrist.
"I'm sorry. He shouldn't be bothering you," Fraser said, glaring at Dief who cheerfully ignored him.
Ray lifted his hands again. "Hey, I can't do a goddamn thing with these mitts so I appreciate the company." He frowned at Fraser. "You sure you can stay over till I can use 'em again?"
"Ray, you know I'm happy to help however I can," Fraser assured him, thinking again that having only two arms was a distinct anatomical disadvantage. His own natural form had twelve tentacular appendages, so even if one or two were injured, there were always several more to manage the basics, like feeding, or, oh dear, bathroom necessities. "Er… that is…"
"Aw jeez," Ray groaned, guessing his hesitation. "This is not how I imagined gettin' up close and personal with you." He shot Fraser a nervous glance. "Oops. Didn't mean to let that slip. Chalk it up to the painkillers, right?"
"Indeed, Ray," Fraser reassured him, his mind a whirl of Up close and personal? Ray wants to get up close and personal?
I've been telling you. He's got the hots for you bad, Diefenbaker interjected. He'd developed an annoying lack of patience with human courtship behaviors and kept going on about how much simpler things were in his canine-lupine form, driven by scents and appetites.
Fraser suspected Dief wouldn't resume his own tentacular form and return to Nerdos when their mission ended. Some agents never did, instead slipping away into the local alien population, blending in and avoiding Galactic Headquarters' attempts to locate and retrieve them. It was a known problem with undercover work and he had a momentary pang of worry for his old friend Ray Vecchio, now in Vegas. Ray was from Earth so he hadn't changed his physical form but there was no less risk from a fundamental change in attitudes and behaviors.
"But really, I'm happy to help, Ray. I shall be perfectly comfortable on my bedroll, and at least Turnbull can't bother me here with asinine questions about heraldry and the proper form of address for the British ambassador."
Ray chuckled. "Yeah, you got that right." He shrugged. "Sorry I'm not gonna be great company, though."
"It's no trouble at all." Fraser turned towards the kitchen. "Now, I believe chicken soup is the required sustenance under these circumstances."
Ray snorted. "Now you really are makin' like my ma. I dunno if I got any stuff you can use, but knock yourself out. I'm gonna take a nap."
"An excellent idea, Ray," Fraser agreed, looking back. Dief had curled up on the bedside rug and Ray had his eyes shut, wounded hands propped on his stomach like oversized, crepe-bandaged golf clubs.
A wave of fondness swept through Fraser and he was suddenly, fiercely determined to do all he could to prevent Earth being invaded and forcibly assimilated into the greater Galactic Alliance.
He turned back to the kitchen and, shielded from Ray's sight, pulled out his handheld and searched the records of Earth's broadcasts for Polish chicken soup recipes. Exploring Ray's cupboards produced a box of instant chicken noodle soup packets, several boxes of mac 'n cheese, a sack of elderly potatoes starting to sprout, salt and pepper, a bag of flour, and several boxes of Smarties. The fridge yielded only bottled beer, the milk having long since expired. Fraser disposed of it, wrinkling his nose at the smell, and set about grating the potatoes and mixing in flour and seasonings to make dumplings, which he cooked in the soup broth. With Ray asleep it was safe to revert to tentacular form, so the work went quickly, Fraser wielding the paring knife in one coil and several potatoes in others, while stirring the simmering soup on the cooktop with a spoon clutched in yet another limb.
He brought the finished bowls of soup back into the bedroom, giving Dief a plate of dumplings to munch on before gently shaking Ray's shoulder.
"Sorry, but you should try to eat something, Ray. Painkillers on an empty stomach aren't a great idea."
Ray blinked at him drowsily then screwed up his eyes and shook his head. Belatedly, Fraser realized that in his preoccupation with caring for Ray he'd forgotten to revert to human form. He transformed rapidly, cursing inwardly, but Ray only opened his eyes cautiously then grinned up at him. "Hoo boy! You can say that again. For a moment there I thought you had tentacles!"
Fraser smiled weakly and offered him the bowl of soup.
Later, when he'd managed to feed Ray most of it and the dumplings had been declared "almost as good as Ma's", Ray drifted off to sleep curled on his side, his face more relaxed now, not creased by pain. Emboldened by the plausible deniability brought by pain medication, Fraser let himself revert again, coiling his tentacles around Ray protectively on the bed and stroking his hair with one suckered tip.
Ray sighed happily, muttering "always did like that hentai stuff" into the pillow and pressing himself back against Fraser's coils. From the bedside rug, Dief raised his head, grinning.
Don't ruin the moment, Fraser begged him, and, wonder of wonders, Dief just subsided with a snort.
Perhaps, in time, he might be able to show Ray his true form without benefit of narcotics, Fraser thought with an unexpected surge of hope. For now, this was enough and he spooned Ray's back, sliding one flexible limb over his waist and coiling it around his upper arm.
For now, this was greatness.
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Date: 2021-04-20 06:47 pm (UTC)Will be back to read this one after I read that one.
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Date: 2021-04-25 04:41 pm (UTC)Thank you for this, it was much fun. I hope for more in the future 😁
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Date: 2021-04-26 12:12 am (UTC)Will be leaving comments on these on AO3.
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