Alienable Rights
Chapter 8: Happy Halloween
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Happy Halloween - 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
The president kept waving as he descended the stairs and approached the microphone hastily set up for him.
“What a great country this is,” he said. “I was just saying to my family this morning how great America is. The greatest. Probably the greatest that’s ever been. In fact, we’re going to quit referring to athletes as the goat. America is the goat. We’re the greatest of all time.
“I know a lot of you were doubting that because of the panic our legislators and judges tried to instill this morning. It shows how clueless most of our so-called leaders were. I said were because after they panicked and started shooting at each other and at good American citizens, we had Marines go in and clean up the mess. Don’t worry about them anymore. It shows what happens when all we ever get is fake news. I tried to settle things down, but these were mentally ill people who shouldn’t have been on the streets.
“Now when I found out about the so-called invasion from outer space—fake news. There was no invasion. Or if there was it was all a big mistake and they didn’t mean it that way. But the Democrats—and, I’m sorry to say a lot of misinformed Republicans—had to go tell people the end of the world was coming. They are just looking out for themselves and don’t really care about the American people like I do. I care about real Americans and I see thousands in front of me right here in Longview, Kansas.
“When I was told the situation, I went straight to the source. That’s right. I flew up in the wonderful airplane that our Qatari allies gifted to the presidency, and had our top pilots, and these brave men of Flight 19—people, give a hand to these brave pilots who crossed time to escort me—our best people flew me right up into the ... up there, and I demanded an immediate meeting with the Covfefe supreme commander. I know a lot about being the supreme commander. I’m the commander in chief of the greatest military on earth. No one knows about command better than I do.
“Commander Geti was all too happy to see me. We have a lot in common. He asked me to bring my wife and daughter on my next trip. Big fan of the family. Wants to meet them all. Commander Geti and I sat together for hours. We talked about the world and what his race could do to improve things here on earth. And then I asked him the hard questions. I said ‘Commander, what are you going to do about the fine people of DCA1427? What do I need to do to have you return these people?’ And do you know what he said? ‘Nothing.’ It was all just a silly mistake. Cultural anomosaly.
“They just wanted to get to know some people from our great country so they’d know how to talk to us. And I met these people, right there on the mothership. Good people. They were all helping the Covfefe to understand our people. Smart people, mostly from right here in the Heartland. I met them, and the first thing I thought—the very first thing—was I need some of these people on my staff. We need to reform the government and drain the swamp of Washington DC once and for all.
“And so, I’m announcing some very important people for my new cabinet members. First and foremost, a man who truly understands the American people from right here in Longview, Darrell Gwinner, will be my new Secretary of State. We can’t have congress affirm him, because they’re all gone. He’ll be the first of my new cabinet members.
“Then, I’ve selected a popular young woman from Kansas City, Janelle Cummbridge, as our new Secretary of Education. You know we got rid of the old and corrupt Department of Education. Now it’s time to rebuild a department that is prepared for the twenty-first century. And since Janelle was born in this century, there is no one better to introduce a new kind of education that will prepare the nation to embrace new social standards and get our bodies to catch up with our minds.
“There are many more. My new pressed secretary, Zeta. My new Secretary of Health, Ohna. Our new chief of staff, Haro. And many of the others who just flew in with us here. And that brings us to our final announcement for this Halloween evening. While the Army and Marines finish cleaning house and clearing out Washington DC, we are declaring Longview, Kansas as our new emergency capital of the United States of America. Welcome to the new heart of America.”
The president’s speech ended to tumultuous cheers. He waved and invited the one lone reporter and his cameraman into Air Force One. They were followed by Rina, Millie, and Harlan. Once they were in the plane, the stairs were retracted and the door closed.
“Damn him!” Stacy yelled at Kristin. “He thinks he can just waltz in here with his secretary of special education and just ... just...”
“Fuck us?” Kristin asked hopefully.
“Of course he can fuck us!” Stacy breathed. “The right-hand man of the president! I bet you Darrell convinced him to move the capital to Longview. It’s just like him. But he has to bow down and worship this pussy.”
“Do you think he’ll get here before we have to get over to the church?”
“Of course he will. He knows what’s important. He’s probably on his way now. We need to be ready. Let’s finish our makeup.”
Darrell was, indeed, on his way home in the hay wagon with those who had been with the president. First, Brett dropped Johnny off at home and admonished him to be inside by nine o’clock. Then they stopped in front of Oswald Kennedy’s compound. Hay bales were still stacked inside the locked gates and Oswald was on his porch.
“Oswald Kennedy, America needs your house to be a place where the president can live,” Haro called out from the gate.
Now, since Oswald had no television or radio, and he hadn’t had a call in a while, he was unaware of the president’s arrival or his typically disjointed speech. He saw a guy dressed as a pilot and assumed the worst.
“You can’t fool me!” he yelled. “Dirty illegal alien scum!”
With that, he opened fire.
It was a surprise attack and Haro reflexively fired his ray gun back. It went through the lock on the gate, melting it, setting the hay bales on fire, and straight through Oswald. Result expected.
“Medic!” Haro screamed. “Negotiations complete.”
Ohna leapt off the wagon, rushing to Haro and tearing his clothes open where the rifle rounds had exposed large amounts of alien skin and green blood. She opened her hip pouch and went to work.
Cece and Austin rushed the gate with Cece’s .45 drawn. They pushed through the flaming bales and Darrell rushed past them. He ran to Oswald on the porch.
“Medic!” he screamed, but it was too late to do anything for Oswald by the time Zeta reached him.
Janelle acted quickly on the other side of the wagon, grabbing an alien named Lado, the co-pilot of her plane.
“You have to take a different body, quickly!” she whispered, pointing him to the house.
It wouldn’t do to have a resident of the town killed. They could get away with just about anything or anyone else. The alien rushed to the porch where Darrell was still looking in shock at the dead survivalist. They quickly went to work, stripping his clothes and multiple weapons. The alien assessed the body and began the morphing transformation.
Zeta and Ohna helped Haro back onto the wagon. He would recover thanks to Ohna’s quick removal of the bullets and application of healing remedies. She joined Cece and Austin on the porch with the new Oswald. Half a dozen other aliens extinguished the fire and hid Oswald’s body for disposal in the morning. They went into the house to assess the situation and prepare for the president’s arrival the next day. They would have their work cut out for them. The place was almost unlivable—even for an alien—and looked like it had never been cleaned.
Darrell, Janelle, Haro, and Zeta continued on to Darrell’s house, leaving a sizable crew to clean up the mess in the compound. Brett dropped them off about a quarter till eight, then he and Bridget picked up Sheldon, Elaine, and a dozen classmates for a trip to the corn maze as if nothing had interrupted their Halloween plans. Someone was going to get laid tonight.
Actually, there were a lot of people who planned to get laid that night. Darrell welcomed Zeta, Haro, and Janelle into his home. He led them directly upstairs and burst into his bedroom with Zeta right behind.
“Honey, I’m home!” he called before he fully grasped the import of the two naked female figures with stylized alien makeup on and a gun in the hand of one.
“You bastard!” Stacy screamed. “I’ll shoot your balls off if there’s anything left of them.”
After the incident with Oswald, Zeta didn’t hesitate to act. A tentacle sprang out to slap the gun away as another tentacle raised a blaster. Darrell knocked the ray gun away and it blasted a hole in the bedroom wall.
“Stop!” Darrell shouted.
“A ... It ... Tentac...” Stacy sputtered.
“Alien!” Kristin finished.
“You know I love it when you greet me naked,” Darrell said, squeezing his wife close enough to get two fistfuls of her tits as he drove his tongue into her mouth. She was soon responding with a hand on his balls and the gun lying somewhere on the floor. Darrell pulled away and dragged eighteen-year-old Kristin into an equally passionate embrace.
They parted eventually to see Darrell’s three companions standing agape.
“Oh, yeah. These are our three new family members, Janelle, Zeta, and Haro. They’ll be living with the three of us now.”
“Three of us?” the two young women chorused.
“Yes. Stacy, Kristin will be living with us now, too.”
“Oh. Of course she will. We planned that, anyway,” Stacy said.
“We did?” Kristin asked.
“Yeah. I just hadn’t told you yet. But why are these ... people here?” Stacy demanded.
“These are our new lovers,” Darrell said. “I had to assume you saw the video of Janelle and me. You wasted no time posting one of your own. Was that Bert Beeson? Dude is hung like a horse!”
“But the aliens?” Kristin squeaked.
Darrell moved closer to her with an arm wrapped securely around her. He stroked her breasts and torso. Janelle was mimicking the same with Stacy.
“Haven’t you ever imagined being held so you can’t move while a tentacled creature crawls across your naked body and you’re helpless to resist as one of the slimy tentacles finds your hot wet sex and begins to explore it? At first you feel it just sliding around, and then it tickles your little clitty. It strokes it like the most sensual tongue you’ve ever imagined, getting you closer and closer, until it opens your pussy and pokes just inside. You feel it moving in farther like it’s growing right inside you until you don’t think anything else can fit. Then ... only then does it begin to slide in and out of your hot hole, filling you and leaving you empty until you’re sure you’ll burst with excitement. And just when you can’t take anymore, it swells and gushes into your cunt.”
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