Chapter 2

(All characters are 18 and above wherever applicable. This series contains elements of futa and gay sex. Thank you for the feedback - it’s most welcome!)

Halfway across the country, two scientists were staring up at the star-lit sky with beers in their hands. It was the much-awaited end of a long day, mostly spent playing politics and wrestling with paperwork instead of actually discovering new things. Such was the risk that came with seniority in government - one that neither of them wanted to grapple with any more than they had to.

Finally, one of them broke the silence with a barely-heard drawl. “You really think there’s something out there, Dirk?”

Dirk took a long pull from his dying cigarette before resuming his study of the heavens. “Probably.” He turned to weakly cough to the side. “We probably wouldn’t know it if it hit us.”

His companion chuckled. “They wouldn’t want to hear that.”

With a shake of his head, Dirk crushed his cigarette into the nearby ashtray. There was no need to elaborate who ‘they’ were, after all. Years of work in shadowy agencies had seen to that. “Well, that’s how it is. I figure the only thing keeping the aliens from conquering us is that we’d probably sleep with them if we had the chance, Kevs.”

That earned a loud laugh from them both. “Gods, that theory again?” Kevin replied, the mirth never quite reaching his eyes. “Well, I hope you’re right. I’d have a better weekend than what I have now with Tanya.”

“Hmph.” Dirk pursed his lips before reaching for another barely-chilled beer. “Only question is, who’d do the fucking? Them, or us?”

When Jerry had gone downstairs, Lana had barely roused herself to wakefulness. The warm night had already taken its toll on her sleep - the lack of any air-conditioning only made things worse. It had been quite the effort to avoid noticing Jerry’s inadvertent erection bumping against her butt before fatigue finally set in.

Gods, why was it so damned hot anyway? He was only clad in boxers - she in a shirt and baggy pants. Those were the only clean clothes they had that they could bear to wear. It took a few moments for his footsteps to register, a few more for her dream-fogged brain to snap to jet-lagged awareness. The dull ache in her head only reminded her that the interruption was going to cost her dearly later.

She waited in the bed, tossing and turning as her brain refused to return to slumber’s embrace. Lafayette wasn’t their first choice, but it was close enough to the big city that she could drive to the hospital she worked at without too much traffic. The house was in a decent enough community, with the crime rate (almost) nonexistent. Plus the sales agent hadn’t looked askance at the thought of a biracial couple buying a house in the neighborhood - not even a quip about their sex life. God, that was so refreshing after that last passive-aggressive house-shopping visit in Thamesville. “This bed can hold a lot of black dicking!” was the last thing they had wanted to hear that day.

Before she realized it, Lana had jerked to full wakefulness. Years of hospital experience had taught her brain to respond to the softest of sounds, and there was definitely something odd going on downstairs. With a furrowed brow, she slipped out of bed and listened by the door. Her nose caught the smell of something ... soft and not-quite earthy, like a cheap knockoff scent of freshly watered soil. As she peered out into the once-familiar darkness, the scent only seemed to thicken, and her ears finally caught the sound she was looking for: a nearly inaudible series of familiar moans, punctuated with the wet squelches of one thing being inserted into another.

What was going on?!

But while Lana was attempting to make sense of the sounds she was hearing, she had already unknowingly breathed in the mix of alien pheromones and biochemicals that the cavorting pair had released. The thought of calling for help never crossed her mind. Instead, curiosity - mingled with dashes of arousal - had claimed her conscious thought.

Had she been allowed to pay attention to her body, she would have realized that it was already responding to the unseen assault. Her skin was starting to become more sensitive to the clothes she was wearing, her heart was already beginning to race, and the wetness between her thighs was becoming more than just sweat.

With careful steps, she began to climb down the stairs. The sounds of unbridled sex only grew more apparent with each footfall. With her heart racing as she finally descended to the ground floor, Lana finally laid eyes on the rutting couple. To her surprise, Jerry was on the floor, his eyes blank as his arms pushed his body against his companion. The only resistance he seemed to offer was to push against his lover as hard as he could, his soft moans with each movement marking the passage of time.

But what came next surprised and shocked her to her core. Jerry’s flesh began to change, with his body turning more feminine with each thrust. Somehow, his breasts were growing from flat maleness into twin mounds of flesh, while his cock - already impressive in her opinion - gained more girth, its head spurting his seed with each passing moment. His lovely, thick hair began to fall off his scalp, leaving only a bald smoothness in its wake. With supreme effort, she turned her gaze to his assailant, only to realize that he was turning into its identical clone, save only for his dark skin. She could only gasp in horror, her brain finally realizing that whatever was going on was more than what she could handle.

The creature stepped away from Jerry, and Lana could see its inhuman cock between its legs as it turned to seek the source of the sound. Its femininity was only enough to make it look vaguely human - and no more. The alien’s smooth, wet skin was completely hairless, its muscles lean and tense with excitement. The creature’s face looked like someone vaguely familiar to Lana, yet no one specific - if it weren’t for its starry eyes, dark and lacking irises, it could probably pass as an anonymous woman in a crowd. At last, its gaze fell on Lana, and she could only watch as its chest heaved, a cloud of exhaled breath emerging from its mouth before vanishing into the night.

Before she knew what was happening, the creature bent and leapt onto her, choking off her mouth with its alien lips as it pinned her arms to the wall with inhuman strength. “Mmmmph!” was the only exclamation she could make, her resistance quickly crumbling with each moment that they shared in lip-locked contact. Indeed, it only took a few seconds before Lana had become docile in arousal, wrapping her legs around the creature to better secure her position for sex. Her well-soaked crotch rubbed against the creature’s wet phallus for several moments before it ripped her clothes off off her with a quick motion, her trimmed sex free to welcome its newest conqueror.