Normally, I’d never pass on the opportunity to learn more. This was an exception I was more than happy to make. I swallow dry as I retreat below deck, trying to hide my distress from any onlookers. The pressure from the alien made this extremely difficult: it wasn’t just a simple yet powerful sensation, as it was in my dreams. It actively crawled across my hide like oily fingers, actively turned my stomach in an almost manual manner, and created a truly alien feeling sensation from deep within me that I lacked the words and understanding to describe, yet it also felt strangely, hauntingly familiar. All I knew was that it was disturbing and invasive, to the point of being outright violative.