Alienable Rights
Chapter 7: The Arrival
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Arrival - At last we know! People have been dazed and confused by all the things going on in the US lately. The government shut down. Agents are in the streets. And frogs are on the front lines. Everyone in a Halloween mask. Is it any wonder that no one believes what's going on? Is it all fake news? No! It's the aliens. They've landed and they're here to stay in Longview, Kansas. Satire, parody, and humor, with lots of tentacle sex!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Science Fiction Aliens Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Oral Sex
“Where are we?” Millie asked, a little bewildered. After her last cum at the tentacles of Rina, Millie had passed out and slept for two hours.
“Just crossed the Mississippi into Missouri, darlin’,” Harlan said. “It’s time for you to drive. I’ll pull off for gas at this exit.”
“Well, I’m feeling fine, like I just got a good night’s sleep. Thank you, Rina.”
“It was my pleasure,” the alien ho declared. “I just want to get this bad boy into me. We’re about five hours from the president’s landing and I want to be there to welcome him.”
“Five hours all the way across Missouri and half of Kansas?” Millie exclaimed.
“Maybe less if you keep the hammer down,” Rina said. “It all depends on how fast you can drive.”
“I’ve got a pilot’s license,” Millie declared. “I’ll fly this little truck.”
“That’s my babe,” Harlan declared.
As soon as the tank was filled, Harlan got in the back seat with Rina. By the time Millie had the truck up to 95, Harlan was up in Rina fucking vigorously. After a glance in the rearview mirror, Millie pressed on to 110.
In Longview, little Johnny was having the time of his life. His classmates had been in school since eight, but he’d spent all morning getting in his costume. He was pretty pleased with what he managed to do with a bunch of vacuum cleaner hoses and dryer hose he dug out of a garbage bin and a can of green spray paint. He’d ordered the green alien mask from a Chinese online store all the way back in the summer and had kept it hidden even from his parents.
About noon, he’d headed out to haunt the town. He’d been surprised at the reception he’d received. It seemed like there were a lot more people in town for the holiday than he remembered from the past. But Halloween was a big holiday in Longview and their reputation was growing with the crowds.
He wandered into Sarah Lee’s Diner, thinking he’d yell ‘trick or treat!’ but the diner was packed and rowdy. People looked like they’d been drinking all day. And they were all in costumes. There was a little jostling going on and a big man tripped over Johnny’s flippers. Johnny saw him falling, but couldn’t get out of the way. He was knocked out when the big man’s weight pinned him to the floor.
When little Johnny woke up, he was lying on the counter and a beautiful woman was bending over him. She had a strange red cross on her bonnet, but otherwise she looked like a girl from one of the videos his father liked to watch before bed. Then another girl who looked exactly the same but with no red cross leaned in from the other side. Johnny found it hard to breathe and pulled at the latex mask until he had it off.
“Oh! You’re a human!” the red cross girl said. “What a great costume. I thought you were one of ours.”
“If you want, ma’am. But I’m only twelve,” Johnny said, a little hopeful.
“You’re a perfect little gentleman alien,” Ohna laughed. “You’re perfect for the wagon. Don’t you think so, Cece?”
“Absolutely. Why aren’t you in school, kiddo?” Cece asked.
“I got suspended for a day because I made a joke about illegal aliens,” Johnny said truthfully.
“I don’t see anything wrong with that. Technically, I guess we are.”
“You’re an alien?” Johnny asked.
He suddenly figured it all out. He’d been knocked out and he was having a big dream he’d wake up from soon. He hoped it wouldn’t be like the dreams he had when he spied on his father’s videos. That would be embarrassing if he woke up in a crowded restaurant with ... He glanced around and realized he really was in a crowded restaurant and one of the pretty girls was showing him a tentacle.
Johnny passed out again.
The next time he woke up, the other pretty girl was giving him a glass of water a sip at a time. A nice guy was supporting him from the other side.
“You’re really aliens,” Johnny said, wide-eyed.
“Not us,” Cece said. “Ohna and most of these others are. Seems they got confused about humans eating at noon and all showed up here at the same exact time. No matter how crazy advanced they are, they still have a lot to learn. How would you like a job?”
“I was just getting a head start on trick or treating,” Johnny said.
“I’ll get you all your favorite candies and Ohna will pay you, too,” said the guy. “I’m Austin. We’ve been riding the hay wagon out to the corn maze and crop circle all morning. We could teach you to be the tour guide. You know a high school kid named Brett? He’s driving the tractor with his girlfriend, Bridget.”
“I know Brett.”
“Okay. All you have to do is ride up front in the hay wagon in your costume and tell people about the aliens landing out in the corn maze.”
“I don’t know anything about that!”
“No problem. Cece and me will be with you and give you ideas. You can just make up everything. That’s what we’ve been doing.”
“Okay.”
That began Johnny’s new job as a tour guide.
“Idiots!” Oswald growled as he put an AR15 on top of the stack of firearms beside him. He might not have time to reload when the action started. “We’re being invaded and they’re playing trick or treat! Going out to look at crop circles without imagining what was causing them.”
The last wagonload of people going out to the maze even had a little alien acting like a tour guide. The laughing teenagers thought it was just a kid in a costume. It was a real goddam alien! At least that’s what Oswald thought. He’d be watching for that one when the shooting started.
Oswald had gotten a call at eight-thirty in the morning Central Time. Number Fifty-one activated the calling tree. He was located on top of a mountain in West Virginia and kept track of where the president and vice president were at any given time.
‘Code name Cheeto’ had taken off from DC a little after eight in the morning Eastern Time. Oswald had to write the times down on a sheet of paper with the time zones written on it so he wouldn’t subtract an hour when he was supposed to add one. Cheeto left at eight Eastern, seven Central. An hour later at nine Central ... no, nine Eastern, the president’s new plane disappeared over West Virginia—right where DCA1427 was lost a few days before.
Conclusion: The president had been abducted by aliens. It was as clear as the nose on your face. All eighty-four members of the American Protection Exchange Service—APES—had been put on alert by eight-forty-five. Central time. By noon, Oswald had hay bales stacked in front of his gate, had painted his face in camo, was sitting in a hunting chair on his front porch with a stack of guns beside him, and had drunk a six-pack from the cooler. He was ready.
The phone had been ringing all morning. He’d found out ‘Cheeto’s Lay’ had been hustled into the White House bunker with the crown prince and a dozen secret service agents, which should keep her safe or at least occupied for the rest of the day. Samosa Sam was reported to be in Russia, which was a good place for him. Gunfire had died down in the Capitol and the Army was picking up bodies and survivors. Both were being shipped to a retention center in Florida.
The thing was, no one knew where the aliens would land or exactly when. He hated this part. All he could do was wait, drink, and pray that they’d come to Longview.
As the day wore on, kids got out of school in their costumes and visitors to the town increased. It wasn’t unheard of for the population of Longview to double by dinnertime. The Methodist, Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic, and Presbyterian churches all had long tables set up in the street and were prepared to serve their church specialties. The Methodists had huge kettles of chili cooking. They would serve it with corn chips and coffee or soft drinks. All for just $20.
The Baptists had the grills fired up and would soon be serving hot dogs and hamburgers, garnished with ketchup, onion, tomatoes, mayo, and mustard. And sweet pickle relish. They, too, served soft drinks and potato chips. All for just $20.
The Lutherans, of course, served barbecued pork on a bun, potato salad and baked beans. All for just $20. Beer and wine were available for $20 a glass. At the Presbyterian Church, a vast array of desserts, crafted by the women of the community, whether they were members of that church or not. Dessert with coffee, hot or cold, was just $20.
Oh. The Catholics. Under a temporary license from the town, they operated a full bar. Any cocktail the priests could make was available for just $20. For beer or wine, see the Lutherans.
On the outskirts of town, the Pentecostals and Evangelicals were locked in their churches praying.
There was one other church. Next to the town cemetery was the former Episcopalian Church. Those folks built the first church in Longview back in the 1870s when the town was overrun with cowboys and outlaws. It founded the cemetery to deal with the blossoming needs of the frontier railroad town. They built a monstrously huge brick building, paid for by the diocese and a few cattle barons. It only lasted about 100 years before it closed its doors for all but funerals.
And Halloween.
With so many dead people having passed through its doors, it’s not surprising that it acquired a reputation of being haunted. So, it was only natural to open its doors on Halloween as a haunted house—or church. There was a small haunted house for children set up by the high school kids in the elementary school. As soon as school was out for the day, the older kids went to work decorating the gym with spooky cobwebs, caskets, and ghosts. The Episcopal Church, though, was for adults only.
This year, Darrell’s secretary, Kristin, was recruited for the haunted church. She was too young the previous year, as she’d not yet turned eighteen. She’d had a major celebration with Darrell on her birthday back in May, while Stacy was seven months pregnant. She thought she was pretty hot. Stacy even thought so. They’d had a heart-to-heart and a tongue-to-cunt after the baby was born.
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