Pretty damn alien. Centaurs, fur, tentacles, extra limbs, missing limbs, extra eyes, performs all sex by direct cerebral stimulation… as long as we’re compatible and the appearance doesn’t make me shiver and/or puke, I’m on.
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Consider the advantages of–
Maya, from Space:1999.
Or a Skrull girl.
Yes, because there’s no reason to think the Skrull might betray you. Or might be
Skyppi.
I don’t remember, were there any female Autobots?
Sure. But they’d be 15 feet tall and made of steel and weigh several tons each and lack apetures or lubricant useful to a human, so it would have to be a celestial love.
Arcee. She was a pink motorbike.
I only know this because of OAFE and Shortpacked.
You are freaking me out, woman.
BRAIN BLEACH! BRAIN BLEACH!
Y’know, this is a subject I’ve tinkered with, privately, as a thought/design experiment. Starting with the premise that the alien was female, and sounded and acted roughly like, say, Kaylee from Firefly (I think that’s a good baseline for a charming, attractive personality that’d stand out in anyone’s mind).
Working with making a female alien sexually atractive might adding another layer of difficulty by default—it’s harder to make “pretty” than it is “handsome,” as any number of Discovery channel medical documentaries prove.
Bah. Anyway…
For the record, I thought Taun We was kinda cute.
I hasten to comment on “Catgirls,” because—M’ress aside—I’ve never really seen a photorealistic depiction of one that didn’t look like wither a half-hearted photoshop, or a woman wearing a cat mask.
Of course, like has been said, personality is likely to count for a lot. A psychopath who looked like an olympic volleyballer might become less attractive than a nice country girl who happened to have transparent skin and maggots for blood.
I’m just looking out for you dude. Tomorrow morning, when you lean over in bed and do NOT find yourself cuddling with Skyppi, you’ll thank me.
Clifford D. Simak. Lopers on Jupiter? Am I remembering that right?
Well, John Carter had no problem falling for Dejah Thoris, that winsome and winning Princess of Mars. Remember? She laid an egg, and they used to stand looking at it . . .
That’d be the short story “Desertion”. No sex in it, though.
Edited to correct myself.
Nope – *miscegenation * basically boils down to polluting Race A with the genes of Race B. For this, I’d figure the correct term would be *xenophilia * which I understand means loving a species outside one’s own.
That said, there are way too many factors to really say, but I do know that I want to survive the experience in one piece, mentally/physically/emotionally. No praying mantises for me! :eek:
I also know that I want to have fun during the process. Look at anglerfish reproduction back right here on good ol’ Earth – they don’t have any fun. (besides, that form of reproduction is way too alien for me)
I still wish I knew what Susan Ivanova would have had to have done with that alien ambassador, if they’d done it “his way”!
Quite a few, actually… Mostly introduced as girlfriends of the male autobots.
This from someone named lizardling. 
This always bothered me about Buffy and her paramours Angel & Spike. In one of the Initiative episodes, it is stated that a vampire (Spike, in that particular case) has a body temperature equal to room temperature. “Boinking the undead”* would be a clammy and unpleasant experience.
- Faith has a way with a phrase, doesn’t she?
Turn up the thermostat.
Hot tub.
I think low body temp might be something you can work out, at least in some cases.
Yeah, but running through damp sewers, escaping up through a manhole into a torrential downpour, she’s soaked to the skin and borderline hypothermic, and they get under the covers to warm up?* I don’t care how much she loves him, it’s going to be like an icicle.
(* More or less the order of events in “Innocence”.)