Alien Lover

My Alien Lover.

A slightly different take on an alien invasion.

Enjoy.

Laying on my bed I felt the loneliness come over me again. Jesus, I thought to myself, if this keeps up I am going to get so depressed I will do something stupid. I forced myself up off the bed and contemplated my reflection in the mirrors of the built-in wardrobe.

I was 39, not a grey hair in my ear length black hair. My face was showing signs of not having seen a razor for two days and my eyes showed the tired bags of not enough sleep during that time either. I got up and stood looking at the rest of my naked body. Arms hung loosely by my sides. Too thin I thought once again, how many times had I said that to myself over the past 12 months?

Legs, solid enough and a good arse as I turned a little and contemplated my rear. Gut was a little paunchy, not a beer belly but not as flat as it had been ten years ago. I shrugged. It hadn't made any difference to Barry. He had lain his head on it like it was a little pillow and giggled as he heard my stomach rumbling when it was close to feeding time.

I let one of my long fingered hands grasp my cock. It felt as forlorn as my mind did. Soft and definitely not interested in filling with blood to bring it up to its proud and erect self. I let it go and almost winced as the heavy meat slapped into my low hanging balls. They remained quiescent in their drooping sack. It seemed they couldn't even find the energy to become mobile enough to look after the sperm they produced.

I gave up and sat down on the edge of the bed again. I would just lie back down and let the world go to hell outside my front door. It could certainly do that on its own without my interference.

I slept. My gut rumbling sometime through the night almost got me to get out of bed and go and check the fridge for leftovers. I knew there would be heaps in there. All I did lately was get takeaways, nibble a few pieces of chicken or some Chinese, half-heartedly drink some fizzy drink that came with them before I closed up their little boxes and put them in the fridge for later. I always told myself I would probably get hungry later on. It hardly ever happened. My little paunch was going to be gone soon and not even that made me happy.

The alarm sounded with the fucking evil voice of some group of twittering idiots telling me that it was 6:00 am and time for the news. If I ever moved quickly it was then. I didn't need to hear about the latest fighting or the advance of the alien forces that had captured almost every major city in the world. The fucking things could have the whole world and all of its problems and I would have simply rolled over and let them shaft me up the arse if that was what they wanted. I couldn't give a fuck!

I don't know why I even bothered to get up and shower. I dressed for work in casual slacks, T-shirt and sneakers. Hey, what were they going to do, sack me? I arrived at the office and went directly to my upper floor office. I didn't even turn on my terminal or even glance at the lack of paperwork in my in-tray. My out-tray was as empty as I was. I stood by the windows and looked out to the horizon. I could see smoke and hear the annoying buzzing of jets and alien craft dogfighting in the distance.

Three months I had been seeing the same scene every work day. The aliens were stuck at the capital they were trying to move on from and our military was doing everything they could to ensure they did not advance one millimetre. Every day the news feeds showed downed alien craft and dead bodies. Bodies that looked exactly like ours except they had blue skin, wings that attached to a set of arms that ended in long claws, two muscular legs as well as another set of arms that were just as strong but had fingers and not claws. Their hair had the colours of the rainbow. Not a white, black or grey haired head among any of them.

I knew that for every alien that was reported dead at least a hundred, maybe two hundred of the Humans were destroyed. Totally. Not even a cell left for anyone to claim for burial. They were brutally efficient killing machines but it seemed that they were not invulnerable. For the moment the Human side was keeping them in check because of superior numbers. I was waiting for the call that would tell me that I had to put on a uniform and carry a gun to go out and face them. I would slit my own wrists if it ever came to that. I was not going to be vaporised when some fat general sat safely in some bunker.

Bad attitude you say? Damned right! We Humans only had ourselves to blame for this conflict. They had hovered a small envoy ship over the middle of the gardens at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. A small female had flittered down from the craft waving a white flag. She landed lightly on the grass and had just begun to furl her wide black wings when some panicking young soldier, whom never should have been there, hit the envoy right between her eyes and dropped her like a stone before even one word had been exchanged.

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue no longer exists.

They tried again outside of Parliament House in Canberra. Our Prime Minister, bless her little heart, hid behind a row of security guards as the little female exited the ship and glided down to stand waiting on her own with her little white flag atop a long staff alongside her. Words were exchanged through the gap between camouflaged uniforms. It seems the aliens wanted salt water for their ships. They were heading for some sector far from our solar system but had gotten thrown off course by some undetected anomaly. Now they were dangerously low on fuel, salt water, and wanted to buy it from us.

Our Prime Minister was so shocked at this request that she moved too quickly through the ranks of uniformed men. An alien bodyguard took it as a threat and vaporised her as she ran down the steps. The gunfire that rang out did not kill the envoy but Parliament House no longer exists.

Nor does the Kremlin, Buckingham Palace, the Chinese Palace nor Tokyo. Large parts of Europe, India and Africa as well as South and North America are piles of stinking, still smouldering, ash.

So why do I go to work? I am a computer nerd. I have a very intricate system that I maintain and expand when the need arises. So? One of my systems controls communications networks throughout a great part of the country and it just so happens that one of the aliens and I chat over it. It is how I know so much about the fighting and what has happened all over the world. I get communiques from this lovely sounding female, she calls herself Gellic. I keep them to myself. I have no desire to let the Human race know that its days are numbered. All over a few million kilolitres of salt fucking water!

Our communications, voice only, could last for hours. I would expound on the theory that we Humans were stupid and insolent. We should simply run up a white flag on every pole and let the aliens have their water and let them get on their way. We could lick our wounds and reflect on our stupidity at our leisure. Gellic tried to reassure me that the result could have played out differently if the first contact had been better. However, she tried to explain to me that there was everything to gain for humankind in this conflict. She kept telling me that it would get better but it was a pity that people did not listen to me and my ideas.

I felt a great warmth towards her. She was as trapped in this stupid cycle as I was. We empathised, sympathised and promised each other that if we were in charge things would be a hell of a lot different!

At the end of another non-productive day I went home. I did note that only a dozen or so people exited the ten storey building. If I had been interested I would have been told that most of them had left to go and join the fighting. I wasn't interested and I already knew where most of them had gone anyway. To their deaths.

My partner, the heroic and wonderfully stupid, Barry had been one of them.

Gone for almost 12 months now. He had told me that the aliens were evil and that he had to go and stop them before they enslaved us all. I begged him to not be so foolish. Talking was the way to end this, not fighting! He ignored me. A month later I got the letter that thousands of others would have got. MIA. No body to bring home. Just gone!

I did not hate the aliens. I did not even hate Barry for his stupidity. I did hate every government of every country in the world!

I nibbled some cold chicken. Slurped some sugary drink down to give me enough energy to go to bed. I almost died when I did. A little blue body with shock orange hair lay waiting on my bed. "Hello, Oliver, I am Gellic," she said softly. I fainted.

I awoke to find my visitor staring at me with large black eyes and a face that could convey no other emotion but worry on her surprisingly pretty face. Her darker blue lips were pursed in concentration as she gently ran her hands over my body. It seemed she could sense my physiology through her sense of touch, perhaps even with her strange eyes or even with the twitching of her finely sculptured nose. Whatever she was using gave her an answer. "Food, Oliver. You need to fucking eat!" she growled at me.

I sat up on my bed as I watched her exit the bedroom. She came back bearing an armful of boxed Chinese, some chicken and her clawed wing fingers held a bottle of orange soft drink. "Eat!" she growled.

I began to sputter and argue that I was not hungry. "Do you want me to shove it down your throat and make you eat it? I can chew it myself and force-feed you, Oliver!" She was almost smiling as her lips parted and showed me the flash of white teeth and a thick blue tongue. I had no doubt that she would do as she threatened.

I ate.

I was famished and soon there were several empty boxes on the floor and Gellic had brought me another bottle of flavoured milk. I burped. She giggled. I lay back and she gently stroked my forehead and told me she would wait. I fell asleep.

My rumbling stomach did not wake me through the night but my full bladder and urgent need to move my bowels did! I almost ran to the toilet. Finished I sighed in relief. Normal body functions seemed to have returned. I was still tired and even if Gellic had still been there, she wasn't I couldn't detect any trace of her, I would still have gone back to bed.

The radio was playing loud static at 6:00 am when I woke up and slammed my hand down on the off button, automatic I guess. I sat up and looked all around the place for my alien guest and, I shrugged, saviour. I couldn't see her. I looked on the floor. No empty boxes either. Perhaps I had dreamed it I decided. Who knew what my mind was doing in my depressed state?

I showered. I shaved. I put on something more suitable for the office than what I had worn yesterday. I rummaged in the fridge for something hearty for breakfast. I heated chicken pieces in the microwave and even made myself coffee.

An hour later I was staring out the window. There were no dogfights interrupting the morning sky. No smoke on the horizon. It almost looked like a totally normal day except for the fucking huge spaceship parked like some giant slug across most of the town away to my left. I frowned. Where were the fighters? I peered from another window. The whole place was eerily quiet and nothing moved. I decided to check the rest of the building. Nothing. No-one else was here. Back at the ground floor Gellic stood waiting for me.

"You do not fear us, Oliver?" she asked sweetly.

"Why should I? You have done nothing to me. You killed my lover but that was because he chose to go and fight you," I replied quietly.

"You think that we killed all of them?" she laughed.

I nodded.

"Will you let me and my ships take salt water from your oceans?" she asked completely throwing me for a curve.

"Take as much as you bloody like! I don't understand why anyone objected. Just try and be careful about the wildlife, the fish and whales etc. in there, please," I replied in exasperation before I turned my back on her and headed back for the lifts that would take me back to my office.

"I love you, Oliver," she called out from behind me. I stopped and turned to stare at her in absolute shock. She stood there with sun shining behind her. She looked stunning with her wings slightly ruffling on her back, her strong arms crossed under her full breasts and her orange hair shining like a halo on her head. I let my eyes drift lower over her flat stomach and down to her strong looking legs. Behind her several of the soldiers came through the doorway and I could see that in comparison to their hulking bodies she was tiny! However there was a certain part of her anatomy that stood staring at me that I could not ignore! A huge black phallus stood out from her groin! It was bigger than any I had ever seen and I felt my heart thump in my chest as I gazed at her magnificent manliness.

"You are male?" I almost panted.

"I am nothing, Oliver. We do not have distinction of sex. You prefer penetration and I am offering it to you freely," she answered.

"If I had been a heterosexual male?" I asked even as I took one or two small steps towards her.

"Then I would be able to accommodate your needs. We," she waved a hand around at the soldiers that were now fanned out behind her, "Pallaron are known throughout the universe as very compatible and sincere allies to every species known. You Humans are the first ones we have ever encountered that are aggressive, hostile and capable of murder without provocation. We adapted to accommodate your needs," she said with a wide smile.

"Adapted?" I almost shouted the question.

"Yes!" she replied as if I should have realised. When my eyes and face did not clue her in that I understood she elaborated. "We changed our bodies to be warriors. Weapons appeared and we fought your players. We broadcast the destruction of your world for all of them to see and let the progress of the game come into the televisions of your homes. We have won the game. No more of your players take the field. It was well played and now you, the only participant left in the game have conceded our prize. I thank you," she finished.

"Game!" I screamed. "You destroyed almost 7 billion people on this planet for a game!"

"We," she giggled and I almost wanted to find a gun and shoot her, "did no such thing. There has been no loss of body functions in the game. No loss of life functions either. Players that were tagged as defeated were simply relocated. All the humans will return to their places once the fleet has refuelled. Including your lover, Oliver. Though I would hope that you may find me attractive enough and my love for you great enough to come with me," she said softly even as she walked to place herself closer to me. I could feel the heat of her body and the long cock between her thighs throbbed and bounced with her heartbeat.

As I look down on the blue and green globe that is Earth I wonder how Barry will feel when he comes running into our home and does not find me there. I had not even left him a note. Had not packed any of my belongings. I had simply put my hand into Gellic's soft one and we had disappeared in a mist of white light. I had watched the ships draw the water up into their massive bellies before they drifted back to their place in orbit around the planet.

Gellic nuzzled my ears and gently patted my little paunch as the last of the ships lifted from the surface. I turned in her arms, I could not help but think of her as female with her big breasts. I found them extremely comforting to lay against and even suckle upon as I rode her thick hot cock with my talented arse or even pressed hotly to my back as she gripped my hips and drove her cock deep inside me as I writhed in bliss in her strong grip.

"We could take Barry with us, Ollie," she said even as she kissed my ear.

"He left without considering how I would cope, Gellic. You know what sort of state I let myself get into. He will not pine like that for me. He will go on," I replied.

"It is why I pursued you, Ollie. Of all of the intelligence on your planet it was you that did not see a point in fighting a war that could not be a win for anyone over salt fucking water," she giggled.

In the blink of an eye the planet I had been born on was gone. As I turned and kissed Gellic gently on her soft dark blue lips I think I finally realised that for once in my life I truly cared about someone. A being so different to any I had ever encountered who fell in love with a voice that expressed opinions and observations that almost mirrored her own and her people.

On Earth I hoped that all of the returned government officials, safely in the towers of power would reflect on the game they had played with the Palloran. Hoped fervently that men like Barry would attempt to make their governing bodies see sense and negotiate for the common good rather than let weapons and fear control their actions.

"Gellic," I called to her softly as she watched the stars pouring past the front screen of her flagship. She turned and gave me a wide smile.

"Yes, my love," she replied. I could not help the tremble that worked its way down my spine at her soft words.

"Can you broadcast a message to your allies that if any of them should come to Earth seeking something that we have or even just to make contact that they find an isolated little town and find someone like me in their midst? He or she might be a little afraid but they are more likely to want to talk than fire a gun at them," I asked reverently.

"I already have, Ollie. I have told them all that they should look for an individual like you and not think that because there are political leaders that they are wise or even enlightened. I think the next time Humans meet a new species there will be an entirely different game to play." She grinned widely as I ran to wrap her little body up in my arms.