Alienable Rights
Chapter 9: An Alien Nation
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9: An Alien Nation - 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
All Saints’ day dawned on a sleepy and somewhat hungover longview, kansas, an hour later than on washington, DC. Things were quiet in DC. Janitors and a few remaining staff moved into the Capitol to clean up the blood and gore under the watchful supervision of military personnel.
The Chief Justice of the Supreme Court sent out a recorded message encouraging people to remain calm and know the constitution was still the law of the land. Then he disappeared.
No one was shooting in the streets. Loud speakers mounted on squeaky tanks warned that armed citizens in the streets would be shot and arrested. Most businesses remained closed. It appeared the only functioning government entities remaining were the Smithsonian Institution and the Public Library.
Similar scenes played out in cities across the country as it awoke.
Not so in Longview. Overnight, dozens of executive orders were issued via social media in 140-character bursts. The president emerged from his jewel-encrusted airplane with three personal advisors, Rina, Harlan, and Millie. They rode on a hay wagon driven by a naked Brett with his equally naked girlfriend Bridget. They picked up Jerome, the news reporter, and his cameraman and went out to the corn maze where the president announced development of his new Capital Golf Course would begin in the next week. Lyle met them out there and signed a bill of sale for the property.
Then they went to the new presidential residence, which had been made over during the night into a palatial structure behind a brick wall with slightly melted gates. Austin, Cece, and Ohna met the president there and introduced a very reasonable facsimile of Oswald Kennedy to welcome him to his new residence.
While standing on the steps of the house, the president announced a new constitutional convention to begin in thirty days. In that time, states were to elect their delegates and a convention center would be built in Longview.
And all that happened before eight in the morning. The president had never looked so fit before. He promised the country would be renewed stronger and richer than ever.
In Sarah Lee’s Diner, people who had woken up in various states of undress and/or sexual positions, were dragging themselves in to get coffee and breakfast. Josephine Carlisle, the clerk at Dollar General, slid into a booth to recover from her role as a witch in the Macbeth scene at the haunted church. A bewildered Lado, in the guise of Oswald Kennedy, looked around and she waved him over to sit opposite her.
“Doing okay, Oswald?” she asked.
“A little ... um ... bewildered. Things took an unexpected turn last night.”
“No kidding,” Josephine said.
Josephine was a little bewildered herself. She’d lost track of how many orgasms she’d been given while bent over the cauldron last night as a naked witch. She was sure Oswald had been one of them. They’d been in costumes and masks, of course. She’d been speculating about him, though.
“What do you think about the aliens? Think any of them are here in Longview?” Oswald asked.
“Hmph!” Josephine responded. “Wishful thinking. At the rate I’m going, I’m more likely to meet an alien than the love of my life.”
A few faces in the diner turned toward her, but looked away when they saw she was with Oswald.
“So, uh...,” Oswald began, motioning with his hand a little because he had no idea who he was talking to. He hadn’t reached the body quickly enough to gather any but the most surface memories—mostly of shooting at Haro.
“Josephine. You are bewildered, Oswald,” she laughed. He was a strange one, but she always had a fascination for him. And they weren’t getting any younger.
“Are you seeing anyone now, Josephine?” Oswald asked.
“You mean dating, a therapist, or hallucinations?” she asked. Oswald stared at her.
“Yeah. I guess. I mean, I’d like to, you know, see if you like me. I mean to go out. On dates. And stuff.”
“Oswald, how did you get a reputation as the town tough guy?” she asked. “You sound like a teenager. I don’t need to work today. Want to go see if we’re compatible?”
“Yeah. I mean, that’s what I was thinking.”
What Lado had actually been thinking was that he missed all the fun the previous night because he’d been rushed in to take on the body of Oswald Kennedy, who had been stupid enough to shoot at Haro. Any one of the aliens would have responded the same way. It felt primitive to be carrying around a couple of Oswald’s guns when he could fire his ray gun faster than he could draw the old-fashioned pistols. He’d come to the diner just to see if any fun was yet to be had.
Josephine definitely looked like fun to be had. They finished breakfast and Oswald escorted her to the presidential palace, which was far more palatial inside than anyone in Longview suspected, due to the work of all the aliens under Cece and Austin’s direction.
It wasn’t going to be a bad day at all.
The official presidential address to the press waited until they’d all arrived and set up cameras in front of the ‘palace.’ The public was surprised at the commanding presence of the president.