This story contains anal, oral, and vaginal sex while monstrous aliens commentate. All characters are 18 or over.
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Dr. Harriet looked up at the starry Navada sky lounging on the hood of her Mercedes. Her hair was tied back into a neat bun, she still had her lab coat on, and she was an hour away in any direction from any kind of civilization. The wind blew through her long hair and skirt and caressed her like a lover might. She loved it here, it reminded her of her teenaged years and the love of her life. She felt a stirring in her loins when she remembered gazing up at these stars as he made love to her in the open air. It was like another life. She sighed, excited and dismayed. There would be no going back to those days. She had dedicated herself to science and left this small town for better places. But whenever she came to visit she had to stop here just to see the sky again. Sometimes she would see a falling star and make a wish upon it. She saw one again that night and whispered, "Love," faintly in the quiet night, "Someone to love, I could use that right about now."
Meanwhile, five thousand kilometers away approaching the third plant from the sun Grob and Thrawsnack were arguing with the cracks, pops, and wizzes native to their individual races, "I don't get it Thrawsnack, how come we can't eat the humans?"
"Because of Liberals Grog. Those damn liberals in the Galactic Ascendancy said they were 'sentient enough', like hell." Thrawsnack shook all fifteen of his heads and rolled his sensory organs as he continued to hiss, "Our job is sample collection, testing, and sensor installation. You know, wildlife preservation. No eating."
"But I'm starving Thrawsnack!" Grog argued with a deep melancholic farting noise, "I've only got one and half stomachs you know. I can't survive for years without food like you can."
"Alright we'll stop somewhere for a bite after we collect some samples." Thrawsnack agreed with a ticking noise, "Lets see, usual place seems to have one." Thrawsnack tapped on the silicone monitor with a claw that curved like the moon and burst a bubble of mucus to signal, "Right here. Seems like a good target."
Dr. Harriet saw the star begin to grow nearer. She nervously raised an eyebrow. It must have been some sort of airplane or drone. She'd never seen many around these parts. It came in faster than any aircraft she'd seen before and she got to her feet once she noticed it's outline wasn't anything she recognized as human, but instead, it was a flying saucer.
She'd fantasized about extraterrestrials, but had always thought these things were a hoax. Was she dreaming? Was this a government experiment? She pinched herself as the saucer grew closer and a green light shone down upon her. She covered her face with an arm to avoid the glare. Should she run? Should she try to talk to it? She was a woman of science; she had to at least try to communicate didn't she?
"Hey Grog," Thrawsnack whizzed, "You did remember to cloak the ship right?"
"Uh, I thought I did." Grog plopped.
"Dimwit! You always do this." Thrawsnack deflated, reflated, then continued with a ringing chirp, "Take the sample! Before it starts running!"
Dr. Harriet felt herself rising up into the spacecraft like gravity had suddenly been turned off. This was it. This was her contacting an alien race. Her heart beat fast in her throat and her body shivered with excitement and fear. She landed in a sterile looking white chamber and the bay doors closed her in. She looked around, "H-Hello?" She asked. Did they even know English? She trembled with excitement and anxiety. "M-My name is Dr. Harriet..."
She couldn't stop her mind from racing across all the stories she'd heard about live dissection, or anal probes. Her rectum instinctively clenched.
"What's it doing?" Thrawsnack cracked a question. "What's with the monkey noises?"
"Remember in Xenobiology?" Grog explained, "They said humans grunt and hoot like that to communicate."
