Coming of Age

Fourteen year old Mike Jones had to stop himself from shaking in terror and anticipation. It was his coming of age ceremony, precisely six months after his 14th birthday. He’d been told about this practically all his life, and spent the last six months preparing for it, but it was still a huge, lifechanging event.

The reason he was caught between terror and anticipation was because in less than an hour, he would be permanently bonded with an Iz’tl.

The Iz’tl were a “native” species of New Providence, a planet now closer to the middle of human territory than it originally was. When it was first discovered, the most intriguing thing about it was not only its habitable, if generally humid environment, but the various bits of alien technology poking out of the swamps, bayous, and islands. Closer examination led to the discovery of the Iz’tl, at first thought to be primitives worshipping and maintaining the alien artifacts; later discoveries revealed the Iz’tl were artificial lifeforms created to maintain the still functional technology hidden beneath the planet’s surface.

As humans built settlements on New Providence and interacted with the Iz’tl, they learned something remarkable – the Iz’tl were adapting to the humans, becoming reproductively compatible. Years later, researchers on New Providence discovered why – the Iz’tl were seeking new masters to bond with, and based on the directives hard coded into their DNA, they found that sex was the best way to replicate the bond they had with their creators. The early settlers, hot, miserable, and lonely on a faraway planet, eagerly embraced this, even if it ultimately led to them being shunned by the rest of humanity.

Over the century or so after New Providence was established, the society transformed into a more sexually liberal culture out of necessity. Human women, made superfluous by Iz’tl who could produce Iz’tl and human male offspring, as well as psionically bond with their mates, were non-existent. Only boys and Iz’tl who were not bonded wore clothes; the rest were naked from the day they bonded to the day they passed away. This was necessary, as the Iz’tl secured themselves to their mates through a psionically conducive mucus, as well as strong tentacles. Boys bonded with Iz’tl at 14 to maximize the amount of offspring produced; the Iz’tl was typically five to six years older, to ensure they had the discipline to bond with their mate without mentally harming them.

A bell rang, the signal for Mike to begin the ceremony. He got off the bench he was sitting on, stepped through a door, and found himself in a dimly lit corridor. The door closed and locked behind him, forcing him forward. After what felt like an eternity, he found himself in a dimly lit sauna; directly across from him were many Iz’tl, already naked. Transfixed by the beauty of shapely bodies, with their human like chests with ample breasts, four “leg” tentacles, and human shaped heads with “pig tail” tentacles, he failed to notice the other young men on his side of the room.

He could hear faraway giggles as his cock throbbed to life, giggles that got louder and louder as the Iz’tl approached and stripped off the poncho that was his only clothing. He heard gasps as his manhood and testicles were revealed; like all boys, he had no pubic hair, which had long been genetically edited out of the New Providence gene pool. His cock was ten inches long and his balls were the size of golf balls, typical of the men on the planet. The Iz’tl began circling and groping him, gasping and giggling even as he moaned in pleasure.

Some Iz’tl came and went, searching and probing for their mate, but eventually, he found himself standing alone with one Iz’tl. She pressed herself up against him, placed her hands on the back of his head, and kissed him deeply. Their tongues touched and began playing with each other as her front leg tentacles wrapped around his waist, teasing the head of his cock with the entrance of her glistening pussy. She pulled away from the kiss, smiled, and telepathically said, <Do you want me?>

Mike’s heart pounded and his head swam from the pleasure he had experienced, along with the sensations he had picked up through their weak bond. “Yes.”

She kissed him again as she lowered herself onto his cock, moaning as he trust himself deep inside her. The pair instinctively lowered themselves to the floor, and as he pulled out and trust again, her leg tentacles tightened their grip on his body. Breaking their kiss only for quick breaths, they began vigorously making love, with his hips thrusting with what little freedom of movement he had, and her pussy massaging every inch of his cock. Her head tentacles wrapped around the back of his head and shoulders, while her arms looped under his and pulled their chests close together.

Mike’s mind became a blur of pleasure and his alien mate’s cries of ecstasy. With every thrust, her mind would scream <More, give me more!>, and he would do his best to oblige. Around them, other pairs of humans and Iz’tl were doing the same, mating with a wild abandon that most humans could only imagine. There was no concern about whether or not the Iz’tl would get pregnant – that was inevitability that spurred them into greater enthusiasm in their mating.

Eventually, Mike’s body could handle no more. With one final thrust, he gave in to the orgasm that was building in him. His mate, sensing what was about to happen, instinctively tightened her pre-cervix a half-inch below the head of his cock. As a half dozen ropey strings of cum flooded her womb, the pre-cervix prevented any of it from leaking out. Spent, Mike sagged as she rolled them over, keeping her pre-cervix tight in the hopes of conceiving a child right then and there.

As the boy drifted off into sleep, he asked his mate a question: “What’s your name?”

<A’ti’a,> the Iz’tl replied, gently stroking his head.

Mike, now a man, dreamed of A’ta’a and the brood of children they would have.