Chapter 9

"Are you sure they're coming?" I asked, looking at my sexfriend over my morning newspaper. I'd called in sick for the second day in a row and Shelly had quit her job entirely the day after she'd moved in with me.

"Saturday," she agreed around a bite of peanut butter burger. She'd invented it, but I wasn't sure the idea would take off.

"And they're going to blow up New York?"

"I think they use a wormhole, or a black hole maybe," she said. "Some kind of hole, I forget which."

"And there's no way we can stop them?"

"Ummph-ummph." She shook her head and swallowed. "First the communications stuff will go down, probably Friday morning, and then the electricity will go out."

"All of it?" I asked. "Or just the phones or what?"

"Everything," she said. "Everywhere. We should probably leave before that happens. It's going to get kinda of crazy, I think."

"Oh man," I sighed, and then I had a thought. "Hey ... If you're an alien, uh ... Why are you circumcised?"

"What?" She narrowed her blue eyes.

That's when I realized my transsexual fiancé wasn't really an alien! Shit! She was just another psycho with a talking cat. Except ... That didn't make sense.

"I wanted to fit in," Shelly explained. "My first ten customers back in college were all circumcised, so..."

"You figured everybody's circumcised?"

"Yeah," she agreed, giggling. "I'm an alien, remember? I'm supposed to blend in."

"Oh." I had to admit that it almost made sense, but I'd almost thought Earth was saved for a second there.

"Shouldn't I feel bad or something?" I wondered, and not for the first time.

As the week passed, slowly at times, but much more quickly than I would have preferred, I couldn't help but consider my complete disinterest in the fate of my city. I'd grown up in New York, but I didn't love it. I didn't even like it. Sitting in The Brownstone, a neighborhood bar just four blocks from the hospital where I'd been born, I had to drink alone. I didn't know anybody. Nobody wanted to know me, not even the bartender.

"Leave me a decent tip," he suggested. "You'll feel better."

I asked for five dollars in change.

"White House switchboard," a man answered. "How may I direct your call?"

"I want to report an alien invasion," I said. "Who do I talk to about that?"

"Sir, it's a federal crime to make prank or threatening phone calls to the White House."

"It is?" That surprised me for some reason.

"I suggest you hang up now."

"Wait!" I suddenly remembered why I'd called. "This isn't a prank. My girlfriend's an alien and she told me ... Hello? Hello? Shoot."

I went back to the bar and dropped what was left of my change into the tip jar.

"Well, I tried," I told the bartender. "My conscience is clean."

"Ain't you a lucky son of a bitch," he said with a wry smile.

"You've got no idea." I agreed, toasting my good fortune with my last swallow of scotch. I wondered if I'd ever have another.

"Where have you been?" Shelly asked. "I was so worried about you!"

"I just wanted to see the city one last time," I replied, falling onto the bed beside her. "Hey! What's that?"

"What does it look like?" she teased, biting her lip and sliding the tip of her finger along her pink, hairless vagina.

"It looks like a pussy," I said slowly. "Are you okay?"

"Of course, silly!" She laughed lightly. "See my penis? Isn't it cute?"

"You mean your, um ... clitoris?" I stared at the small nub of flesh as she flicked it with her fingernail.

"Oh! She's sensitive, too!"

"That's really fast," I said. "I thought it would take like a week or a month, or ... something."

"Nope," Shelly replied. "Just a couple days. Do you want to try it out?"

"You mean..." I grinned at her.

"Be gentle with me, okay?" she said. "I don't have a cherry, but I'm definitely a virgin."

"So am I," I told her. "I mean, I've never done it with a real girl."

"Thanks a lot!" She mocked a pout. "You got me pregnant, remember?"

"Yeah, I was there!" I reminded her, pushing down my pants and underwear all at once. "Jeeze, you're beautiful."

"Careful," Shelly said, rubbing her pussy with a circular motion. "I might start believing you. Go down on me first, baby. Suck my new pussy."

"I just want to look at it first," I said, truthfully. "You're amazing."

My fiance smiled as I crawled between her spread legs. She lay there completely naked and I felt bad for making her wait while I'd been out drinking and trying to warn the President. I could be a stupid man sometimes, I admit, but Shelly forgave me. She was just as excited as I was, maybe even more so, since she had a brand new life growing in her tummy. Whatever she'd been before getting pregnant, and whatever Shelly might become after she gave birth to our child, didn't matter at all. For the moment she'd become a real woman and I could see the unabashed joy in her eyes.

And her pussy ... I'd seen pictures before, but this was my very first look at a real live female vagina. It looked smaller than I expected, but much more attractive than anything I'd seen on the internet. God! She looked so soft and smooth, her labia were already growing plump with arousal. She had no hair, none at all, and I guess she had a circumcised clitoris now. It didn't have much skin to hide behind the way other, normal women do. It was right there, smaller than the tip of my pinky, and I had to kiss it.

"Ummm ... That feels nice," Shelly whispered. "Do it again."

"You mean this?" I asked, giving her clitoris a lick instead.

"Uh fuck!" she gasped. "More! Suck it, Bobby!"

I guess my sexy blonde sexfriend must have been more excited than I suspected. Shelly grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face between her thighs, wrapping her legs around my back as if she'd never let me go. It kind of surprised me, but maybe it shouldn't have. I mean, her pussy was less than a day old and I'm sure she must have been feeling some very strange and profound desires. Most women have years to explore and learn about themselves, you know? They grow into puberty and then adulthood, but Shelly had skipped all the foreplay, passing go and collecting $200, and jumping straight into...

"Fuck me!"

"I thought you wanted me to kiss it first?" I panted, but I was kind of used to her mood swings by then.

"Later," she breathed, pulling and kicking me upward, getting me on top of her so we could fuck like missionaries.

It was truly amazing how quickly she'd changed over the past couple days. Not just physically, but mentally, as well. Emotionally, too, as I suppose a woman must when she's pregnant. Shelly pulled my mouth to hers even as my penis found the small, virgin mouth of her vagina. She lifted her knees, moving her thighs along mine as I felt her hard nipples against my chest. I kept my eyes open, watching her blue eyes widen with the pressure of my cock stretching her buttery hole. I had the most beautiful woman in the world, I thought, and we were finally consummating our love the way two people should.

"Ow ... Slow, baby," she whispered. "You feel so big!"

"I do?" I smiled, frozen with only half of my erection inside her. Shelly's cock had been big, mine was merely average, but her pussy had never known a man before either.

"It's fucking huge," she said, giggling nervously. "Fuck me with it, Bobby. All of it, don't stop. Okay?"

"I don't want to hurt you," I told her, but I had to admit that the idea of driving the rest of my prick home sounded pretty good.

"Silly, boy!" She kissed my lips. "You can't hurt me."

We kissed again, Shelly's tongue filling my mouth as she closed her legs around my waist. I had to push, my balls were heavy with desire, aching for release. My cock throbbed excitedly and the walls of my fiancé's cunt seemed determined to push me out of her. Neither of us wanted that and I jammed forward with my hips, wincing inwardly at Shelly's sharp, muffled gasp. I breathed her pain and pushed again, and again, forcing every inch of my cock inside her inexperienced sex until my balls pressed snugly against her upturned ass.

After that, everything became much easier for both of us. I fucked her as long as I could, grunting with every thrust while I tried to think of something else. Anything else to hold off the inevitable orgasm rising deep in my gut. Shelly found her climax suddenly, without any warning at all, and her fingernails raked my shoulders. She bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Her legs kicked so that her heels pummeled the small of my back and her knees threatened to break a few of my ribs. It was brutal the way she attacked me in her lust and a lesser man might have joined the priesthood, but not me. I loved her too much for something as insignificant as pain to push me away.

"I'm cumming!" I gasped, jamming my cock one last time into the bottom of Shelly's cunt and loosing my orgasm with a rush of sublime joy.

We'd done it, finally and completely. I'd made love to the woman I was going to marry and if I had one regret it would be that Shelly was already pregnant. I liked to imagine that my sperm filled her womb with genuine purpose, but that was the catch-22, wasn't it? I couldn't fuck her pussy until after I'd knocked her up. God, it seemed, had a far more perverse sense of humor than I'd given Him credit for.

"Your bleeding!" Shelly said, blinking at me. "Did I do that? I'm sorry. Oh, baby ... I was cumming so good. I'm sorry."

In all honesty, my lip was barely cut. Only a few drops of blood had appeared, but I didn't mind her sympathetic attention. She kissed me tenderly, stroking my face and hair with gentle fingers. I'd made love to her so wonderfully, she claimed, that she couldn't control herself. Shelly didn't even remember biting me. Hearing something like that from a gorgeous woman still planted firmly on my hard cock, well ... I'd trade a fat lip for that any day of the week and twice on Thursdays!

And I fucked her again just to prove it.

"Are you two still at it?" Mom frowned at us from the open doorway of our bedroom.

"I love fucking his cock!" Shelly replied, smiling over her shoulder as she rode my morning erection.

"Mom!" I gave her a frown of my own. "A little privacy?"

"Like I haven't see that before?" she sniffed. "Save a little something for the honeymoon."

"Don't ... stop ... fucking ... me!" Shelly panted, bouncing her ass off my crotch.

Her breasts jiggled invitingly and I took them in my hands. Jesus! Perfect tits, soft and firm at the same time, heavy and warm, and topped with chubby nipples begging to be sucked. I couldn't wait to see them full of milk.

"Robert?" Mom called from the living room. "What's wrong with your television? There's nothing but static!"

"What?" I stopped moving. "It's Friday? Oh shit! Shelly!"

"No! Fuck me! I'm so close, baby! Pinch my nipples!"

"Wait ... Shelly, it's Friday!"

"It's cumday! Oh ... Yessss..." she hissed, falling onto my chest and licking my face like a sex starved puppy. Her pussy quivered around my cock, tugging my swollen flesh as if trying to pull me deeper. I had no choice but to cum with her.

"Are you okay?" I asked a minute or two later.

"It's so weird," she sighed, contentedly. "All I want to do is fuck. Is it still hard? I can't feel anything, I'm so wet inside."

"Your cable's out," Mom told us, reappearing as if by magic. "I'm missing my show."

"We have to go," Shelly said, coming to her senses finally. "After we take a shower. My butt's feeling neglected."

"Oh." I nodded, knowing what she meant.

My sexfriend loved to have anal sex in the shower and I didn't mind, except I wasn't sure I could get it up again. We'd fucked three times the night before, once in the middle of the night, and now first thing in the morning. I was beginning to understand why female Karnasians were considered promiscuous. They were only female when they were pregnant and the hormones turned them into raging nymphomaniacs. Shelly wasn't kidding about wanting to fuck all the time.

"Don't worry," she told me in the shower, stroking my cock to a rather timid erection. "I just have to get used to it. I'll learn to control my needs, baby, but right now ... I really need your cock in my ass."

"Well, if you say so," I agreed, staring down at her sexy pink anus as she pulled her butt cheeks apart. I knew the clock was ticking, but what else could I do?

"Which way?" I asked, coming to a fork in the road. We'd been following the Hudson River towards some town called Peekskill.

"Turn right," Mr. Tibbs told me, lifting a paw and pointing east. "It's about fifteen miles up the road. Look for the Starshine Campground."

"They're camping?" I chuckled and Shelly rolled her eyes.

"Did you turn off the coffee maker, Robert?" Mom asked from the backseat of my BMW.

"I don't think it's going to matter," I sighed.

"I turned it off," Shelly said. "But I think I left a movie in the DVD player."

"Which one?" I looked at her. "You didn't forget Unforgiven, did you? I love that movie."

"No, of course not, Darling." She smiled at me. "Shemale Beauty Queens, I think."

"Oh! I took that one out," Mom said. "It's in the suitcase."

"Really?" My fiancé turned head. "Thank you. I'm going to give that one to my elders."

Shelly had bought about two dozen porn videos for her friends and family back home. Shemale porn, to be specific, which I thought was a little bizarre, but maybe not. Her whole planet was full of chicks with dicks. She just wanted to show them the sort of man she was marrying, or something. Like shemale porn would make them feel better about having an alien for a son-in-law, except I wouldn't be a son. I'd be the female, which didn't mean I was a woman, but only that I loved to suck and fuck Shelly's big dick. When she wasn't pregnant, that is. Never mind. I didn't even know what I was talking about.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said after several minutes of silent driving. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just thinking," I said, pausing as I tried to put my reticence into words. "There's a lot of kids in New York."

I'd been ignoring my humanity for the better part of a week, or at least a part of it. The idea of an entire city being destroyed was abstract. It wasn't real and I'd pushed the truth away, focusing on Shelly and trying to understand her. But reality would be coming soon and I hadn't done anything to try and stop it. That half-drunken phone call to the White House didn't mean anything, except I had a conscience. A small one, to be sure.

"It can't be helped," Shelly said. "They're going to give themselves to something greater."

"The Empire?" I made a face, not believing that.

"No, not the Empire," she said, making a face of her own. "For your race, your species. Nothing comes without sacrifice, you humans should know that better than anyone else."

"Why?"

"You're entire history is full sacrifice. Your people have built a religion around the murder of innocence and it's resurrection in the desire of humans to better themselves."

"You're comparing the destruction of New York to Jesus?" I smiled at her. "That's crazy."

"Maybe," Shelly allowed with a shrug. "The important thing as that you and I have nothing to feel guilty about. You can mourn your people, Bobby, but not your fate. Our child will be half-human, it'll live to see Earth prosper. Your only responsibility is to the future, the past can take care of itself."

"You really believe that?" I wondered.

"Hey, I'm a xenopologist, remember?" Shelly smiled at me. "I'm an expert."

"Well, I think it's a good idea," Mom said. "The whole planet's been going straight to hell. It's about time someone decided to do something about it."

"I guess so." I took a deep breath.

Maybe Shelly was right. None of this was my fault. I couldn't blame myself for any of it. Not for the alien invasion, not for falling in love with the only person in the city who could save me ... What were the odds of that? My mother and I would survive only because of some strange quirk of fate. Because Shelly had seen me once and felt something in her alien heart. It wasn't part of a plan, not Fate or God or anything else, it was just luck and I didn't have to feel bad about that ... Except I kinda did.

"Whoa!" I hit the brakes as we rounded a corner and saw a... "Is that a tank?"

"We're here," Mr. Tibbs said.

Someone had parked a ridiculously shiny tank in the middle of the road. Like the thing had been built out of a mirror, it actually hurt my eyes to look at it. I found it almost impossible to focus on the chaotic reflection of the surrounding forest and when I did, the sun would glint off one part of the tank or another and practically blind me. I thought it had to be the worst camouflage job in the world. Don't they paint those things green or something?

"Wait here for a minute," Shelly said, opening the passenger door. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" I asked, but she only closed the door behind her.

"I don't see anyone," Mom said, looking through the windows.

"We're not alone," I said, pointing as someone approached Shelly.

He wore some sort of uniform made out of leather, it looked like, and it covered him from head to toe. Or he could have been a girl, I suppose, but either way the soldier carried a weird looking rifle of some sort. An alien death ray, I imagined, and I was glad he didn't point it at us, or especially at my fiancé. I wasn't sure I could take the guy in a fight, you know?

They spoke for a minute while Shelly pulled the phone out of her purse and showed him something on it. She looked over her shoulder at us, smiling, and they spoke for a few more seconds. The soldier must have said something to someone else, because all of a sudden about a dozen soldiers appeared out of thin air. Either they used a transporter like in Star Trek, or else they'd been invisible the whole time, but I wasn't curious enough to ask. Mostly I just hoped they were friendly.

"Ouch!" I frowned as one of the soldiers stuck a ball point pen looking thing in my arm.

"Ooblanok," the leather clad alien said, and her voice was surprisingly sweet.

I wondered what she looked like under that imposing uniform. I figured she must look like some lumberjack lesbian, all buff with muscle, because she was the same basic size and shape as all the other soldiers. Like six feet tall, broad shouldered, no tits, narrow hips, and powerful legs. She had a nice ass though, I had to admit that, and I watched her leather butt wiggle as she walked away.

"Enjoying the view?" Shelly teased me, and I'd noticed she hadn't gotten a shot.

"Uh..." I smiled apologetically.

"Oh! Thank you," Mom said as one of the soldiers took her suitcase. "Is that our plane? Should I follow you? Let me get my purse."

"He probably doesn't speak English, Mom," I told her, but she seemed to be enjoying herself anyway.

"You're so strong!" she said to the soldier. "How often do you work out? I keep telling my son, that's him over there, I tell him to go to the gym, but he never listens to me. Is this going to be a long flight? I should have brought a book..."

I shook my head and hoped the alien soldier wouldn't shoot my mom just to shut her up. Lord knows, I'd considered such a thing once or twice. But not seriously, you know.

Shelly spoke with one of the soldiers, but not in any language I'd ever heard before. It wasn't unpleasant, just very different. Sort of like Chinese maybe, being sort of sing-song like it was, but occasionally harsh like German, as well. It hadn't occurred to me that I'd have to learn how to speak alien. I hoped it wouldn't be too difficult. I'd learned French in high school and college, but I wouldn't say I had any sort of aptitude for such things.

"This is Major Juno," Shelly introduced us, and I smiled. Juno? Greek aliens? "We're waiting for two more passengers and then we'll take off."

The Major said something else and Shelly nodded.

"It'll be about half an hour," she said. "Do you want to go sit in the shade?"

"Sure." I shrugged, looking towards a space ship that resembled a giant egg more than anything else. It had a mirror finish as well, broken only by a few hatches that had opened downward, creating ramps.

We found a spot not too far away, beneath a large maple tree with a nice view of the valley below. I could see the river and just off to the north was West Point, although I'd never had a reason to go there. I wondered what the army would think if they knew the aliens had created a small starport in a campground less than twenty miles from their famed academy.

That was the right word, too. Starport. Or so Shelly explained after speaking with the soldiers. They'd set up numerous bases like this one and there were a lot more tanks and ships and soldiers than what we'd seen. Most of them were invisible, apparently, but every few minutes we could hear a strange buzzing as something would land or take off. Exactly why they were there or what they were doing went unexplained, but I suppose conquering a planet requires some organization at ground level. They seemed to know what they were doing anyway.

"They don't seem too worried about me or my mom," I observed. In fact, the alien soldiers we'd come into contact with had seemed downright respectful, if not friendly.

"They're not," she replied. "I told them a few days ago I'd be bringing you with me."

"They don't care? I mean, I could be a terrorist for all they know. Right?"

"No, they checked you out, I'm sure," Shelly said. "We've been watching the Earth for a long time."

"How long?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Fifty years maybe? At the university, back on Karnas, we studied your television and radio transmissions. It's why I chose Earth for my thesis, I thought it was amazing how much your females look like us, but the males ... I think I have a fetish for you."

"I'm a fetish now?" I grinned, not understanding at all, but I was getting used to that.

"Definitely," Shelly sighed, pulling me into a kiss.