To all,
Due to a request, I am breaking out a parallel series about the colonies. I want to show how the individual lives have been affected and how they survive and adapt.
Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind.
I thank everyone so much for reading my stories and hope you continue enjoying them.
Colony Omega
"Lord Drew, oh Lord Drew! I think I hear your mother calling," shouted the female voice he knew too well. The little sister of his best friend Arthur, or AR for short. No one called him Arthur Ralph and AR had a nice ring to it. As for Elisabeth his younger sister, she was just a redheaded pain.
Again, he whispered to himself "Fuck off you skinny 14-year-old little twerp."
For the thousandth time, he wished he could change his name. Named by his real mom after some cousin, three times removed. The cousin had gone missing in the stars. Then the asshole comes back as Lord Drew and saves the fucking planet! His mom gets a Job with the UN because of her new connections. Dad blows a gasket because of her working with the dirty aliens he hates. Divorced because of the damn aliens. What was his Dad to do? Keep married to a woman that chose to work with aliens instead of staying home with her child?
Just a fucked-up mess all tied to his name.
And then the world finds out "Lord Drew" is an alien lover. How that had disgusted his father, and then him of course. His father almost agreed to let him get his name changed when the country found out the human hybrid was breeding with the filthy aliens. But his mom would not agree, so now he was stuck with the moniker of 'Lord Drew'. He stomped to the house with as much attitude and angst a 18-year-old male could muster.
***
Drew entered the house and was heading up the stairs when he heard his Dad call his name. 'What was dad doing home so early?' he thought. He headed back down the stairs and walked into a funeral. Not really a funeral but it sure felt like it.
"Drew sit down we have some things to discuss as a family," his father demanded. Drew knew there was no use talking back to his dad, that would just end in a whooping.
"Drew, some hard things have happened in the last month. We must make some changes. Tina is pregnant again and that will mean more mouths to feed. Your done with School and not looking hard for a job and they are making cutbacks at the factory." He father intoned but paused looking at Drew.
All Drew could think about was the panties Tina was flashing him from across the room as she sat next to his dad. She was smiling as she played with the edge of her sun dress, giving him peaks at her small lace white panties. She was only a year or two older than he was and got pregnant with his dad right after she graduated.
"'Do you understand what I am telling you boy?" his father questioned.
Drew shook off his sexy thoughts of doing Tina on the couch again and looked at his Dad, "Not really Pops. I was just goofing for a bit before I got a job and hunkered down to getting old like you," Drew stated trying to make it into a joke.
"This is no joke boy. Because those filthy aliens stealing our jobs, the plant has cut back. Because of seniority I am safe, but you and your buddies will not be getting any jobs at the plant. With the layoffs coming, it means no jobs around here." His Dad paused for just a second, "you starting to get the point yet?"
"I'm screwed?"
"Yup, that's about the size of it. So, either you go out and find a place to make a living and get a place to live or you must go look to your momma for help. There is no help here." Drew's dad towered over him, "You hearing me boy?"
Tina frowned on the sofa but stayed silent.
***
The next morning, he heard his dad slam the screen door and stomp out past the porch on the way to his truck. 6:30 every morning, for his entire life. His old man, either going to work, getting the morning paper, chasing a neighbor dog off the lawn before it crapped on dads' perfect grass, always at 6:30 every morning.
Drew heard the creak of his door and smiled. His dad had no idea how much Tina and him played when he was not around. She slid into his bed and wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm going to miss you and getting a bit more cock than your daddy can provide. He is not that old, but he already needs his blue pills to get it up. Not my Drew, you get hard at the thought of my tiny panties and wet pussy. Don't you baby?" she said with a smile.
They both went at it rough and hard the first time, Tina cuming first and Drew not far behind.
Tina laid on the Drews bed breathing hard after her last orgasm and his filling her throat. He pulled on his jeans and found a t-shirt on the floor that did not seem to smell. He got himself up, phone in hand and went to small table in the back of the kitchen.
He scrolled down his contact list and finally found what he was looking for. He pulled up the contact listing and hit the green phone icon, waiting for it to dial.
"Drew? Is that you?"
"Hello Mother, how are you?" Drew waited.
"Hello son. Your father already called me and told me the "happy" news down your way. Do you want to come live with me for a while?"
"No, not really, I was hoping you could front me some money while I look for work."
"Drew, that's not going to happen. There are so many more things going on that you and your father do not understand or care about. The plant will be gone in a year or two. People have to change." She paused waiting for him to respond, but all she got was silence.
He just stood there steaming. He did not want to leave the NA. He was NA born and bred. He did not want to head down to the US. And, to move outside the huge city of DC. First you have the 'people of color' and then the fucking aliens, no thank you.
'I don't want to move.' He stated as calmly as he could, "my friends are here, its where I live. I don't want to move."
"Drew, we have to do many things in life that we do not want to do. We humans are adaptable. It is what makes us great in this universe. As a 'just became' adult, you will have to learn to adapt. My offer is that you will come live with me until you are a legal adult in accordance with UN guidelines. That is 21, a little more than you want, but doable. Then you can make up your own mind. If you want to go to college then we will talk. If you want to go in the trades, I can help you there too. But you know my rules, my house, my rules. There is no free ride. No surf safari looking for the meaning of life paid for by me." She paused trying not to go overboard, 'That is my offer, period. You live where I live and while under my roof, you follow my rules."
"This is fucking bullshit. Dad is kicking me out because he got Tina pregnant again and you want me to go to alien purgatory."
"You have my offer, non-negotiable. And you know my rules and what I stand for. This is where you become an adult my son. Choosing a life path sucks. I recommend you write it all down like we used to do together. Please try and do it without being drunk of stoned. I'll be waiting to hear. Seems like you only have a few days on your end. You know your Dad. Everything works and lives on his one-week cycle."
She had paused again because she started to choke up.
"I love you my son. I hope you choose life with me. It will not be like the one you're used to, but it will never be boring."
Drew hung up the phone on his mom and screamed one word "FUCK!"
From the doorway to Drews bedroom a naked Tina leaned against the door frame, her robe under her arm, 'So are you sure it was your dad that knocked me up? You have dumped ten times more cum in me than he has. Maybe this one is yours?" she said with a smile. The smile ended when she heard Drews half-brother Timothy crying from his crib.
***
He was strapped into the shuttle. Drew was expecting to get regular plane tickets to the US DC area, but with his moms' connections he was told to catch this merchant marine cargo shuttle at the local lift port. He was shot full of drugs because they wanted to make sure he did not puke on the short stent in space, or so they stated. He had never been in Zero G, so they were not taking any chances.
He had tried to stay at home, but his dad just walked into his room with his old military duffel bag and started shoving in Drews clothes. He was on the street the next morning and stayed on friends couches and mooched meals for a couple of weeks before he made that fucking call.
SO...here he was, passport stamped, drugged up and about to leave home for the first time.
He started to drift in and out and then heard the hum and vibration of the lift engines. His head sloped forward and that was all he remembered. He had nightmares of flowing over Niagara Falls. He struggled in the barrel until he felt like the barrel shrank and held him close. He went over the falls screaming
Drew awoke still in his seat, but he was really strapped in. He could move his head but that was about all. He called out in a hoarse voice and finally someone came back to see him. He did not seem amused or cheerful about Drew being on board. He had a water bottle and a bunch of brass on his collar.
"Please let me loose. Please?" drew pleaded.
"Are you awake enough to behave? Last time I saw you, you were talking about opening a hatch because you were escaping going over Niagara Falls?" The captain questioned as he floated beside Drew. "That was the worst reaction I have ever seen to Zero G prep meds. Who got you clearance to be on station with a reaction like that?"
"What do you mean on-station?"
"The space station of course. Where do you think you were headed in a merchant marine shuttle? Miami Beach?" the Captain saw Drews startled face and then looked at his pad, "Your final destination is Mars base, Alpha. I have already sent word about your reaction to the Zero G treatment. I hope you handle the Transition meds better, or your trip is going to be a rough one young man."
"Oh, fuck no, get me off this ship. I am not going to fucking Mars. Full of fucking aliens, fuck no."
"You my friend, do not have a choice. You signed the docs, and you are an underage UN dependent of an assistant UN ambassador. You are going, willingly or duct taped. You need to make that choice when we hand you over at the station, which should be in a half hour."
"Hey, are you going to unstrap me?"
"Yes, I will young man, in a half hour when I have two shore patrol officers standing by. You just relax while we dock." the captain turned to head back to the cabin.
"Let me out of this god damn chair," screamed Drew.
The captain just chuckled and entered the cabin ignoring the young man.
***
Two dragons stood waiting on the cargo platform. The security personnel and human Shore patrol that had been called stood back and gave them room. The loading jockeys and their equipment came to a standstill or just pulled off the loading area. The drivers came over, took a seat and watched what would happen next.
It is not like they had not seen dragons before. They were not unseen, but never at the dock level and never to escort someone coming in on a cargo hauler. It's not like whoever they were to get they were trying to keep secret, or they would never have sent dragons.
Money was starting to change hands as dockside bets were placed. Who the perpetrator was, we he/she going to be wheeled out in a cage? Maybe it was someone famous trying to slip in un-noticed? But that idea was impossible, they sent dragons!
