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  By the time Johnny put on fresh clothes and helped stuff the alien body into the backseat of Mackenzee’s car, the sun was rising.

  “You better be ready for a sequel tomorrow,” she told him, winking.

  “Oh yes! Yes!”

  Johnny used two blue fingers on her. Mackenzee’s body shook with orgasm as juices began to flow out of her pussy. Then, he lifted her right off the ground, sitting her up on his shoulders. From there he ate her out, lapping up the sweet release from her womanhood. Even with an alien tongue she still tasted good. Mackenzee bucked wildly the whole time, threatening to fall over. Johnny retained a good grip; the suction cups on the fingers helped for that!

  “I come in peace, and to please women,” he joked.

  Mackenzee shook her head. “Stop. Oh God, I’m so sensitive. I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Must bring Earth woman to second orgasm.”

  “No! Hey, you get that tongue out of there! Oh shit.”

  It was just the two of them, as it was every night. Johnny wasn’t worried about getting caught, even while being in full view of the front doors. No one came by outside of work hours. Besides, his large eyes would’ve seen headlights coming up the road. They were rather good at seeing in the night.

  He pulled away from Mackenzee’s juice-covered thighs. “Cheryl Conrad,” he said.

  Mackenzee pushed hair out of her eyes. “What? Who’s that?”

  “The woman from last night. The one on the road.”

  Johnny didn’t know why it suddenly came to him. He knew her face from somewhere. Near the entrance to the visitor center was a bulletin board. He lowered Mackenzee into his arms and carried her toward it, ducking through each door to not bump his head. She expressed a yelp as he placed her on her feet again.

  He pulled a paper from the bulletin board, removing the tack.

  MISSING PERSON REPORT: CHERYL CONRAD.

  Underneath was a black-and-white photo of the woman, cropped from a family portrait. It was the same face Johnny had seen just last night. There was a description of her appearance, approximate weight and height, along with the date of her disappearance—five days ago. It didn’t say anything about her being pregnant, though.

  “That’s her,” Johnny said. “I know it was. She looked familiar. I remembered her face from somewhere.”

  “And she was out by herself?” Mackenzee asked.

  “Yeah, out by where I found that—”

  “Found what? The spaceship?”

  Johnny’s attention was elsewhere. His large eyes could see almost everything, including a pick-up truck on one of the security monitors. It belonged to those same littering boys from the night before. It had to. And, from the look of it, they were back to dump another load of trash.

  “Those little punks,” Johnny said. “I’ll have to go out and give them a word or two, and report the tag to local PD.”

  Mackenzee traced a finger over one of his blue breasts, just touching the nipple. “Or maybe there’s a way you can scare them off for good.”

  Johnny knew exactly what she meant. The nine-foot-tall blue alien made one hell of a scene, and she could be threatening if she wished to be. She easily had a height and strength advantage on them, too. They wouldn’t be able to do anything except run on home with their tails between their legs. Johnny grinned at the thought of them pissing their pants.

  But then he had second thoughts. “Shit, what if they tell someone?”

  “You really think anyone would believe two morons going on about some giant blue woman scaring them in the woods?” Mackenzee said. “I doubt it.”

  Johnny nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Hell, I wouldn’t believe it. I’m just starting to believe that this damn thing is real.”

  Mackenzee grinned. “I’ll get the truck started. You can stay in the back until we get close.”

  “Keep the lights off,” Johnny told her. “We don’t want them to know we’re coming.”

  “You think they’ll scream?”

  He smiled. “I hope so.”

  Brad flicked his cigarette to the dirt, stomping it under his boot. He immediately reached for another in the pack—the last one. He brought it to his lips and lit the end, savoring the rush of nicotine into his lungs. Smoke erupted from his nostrils. His hand stopped trembling.

  “We’re risking our necks coming out here,” he said. “National parks have police. They’re probably watching us right now.”

  “No they don’t,” Cooper said. “They have park rangers, and they don’t do shit anyway. We won’t get caught.” He opened the tailgate and hopped into the back, causing the rear suspension to compress. “No one goes to national parks anymore. They’re ghost towns.”

  Brad leaned up against a tree, exhaling a puff of smoke into the night air. “Still, we should just dump outside the park. I don’t see the reason.”

  “All the land around here is owned by people,” Cooper explained, grabbing a broom. “Mark has the last mile or so, right up to the fence. I don’t want to dump on his land. Besides, the federal government owns this place. I see it as a perfect spot.”

  “Yeah,” Brad laughed. “Fuck those guys. You need some help?”

  “Nah, I got this.”

  Brad took another long drag from the cigarette as Cooper emptied the bed. He started near the cab, pushing it all out with the broom. Broken beer bottles, old clothes, aluminum cans, and empty cigarette packages fell into a pile just behind the rear wheels. There was plenty more back at the farm, too. Brad suggested filling the bed with it. They could clean the place with two or three loads, coming every night. Cooper said that would be too suspicious—it was better to bring only a little each trip. It was smart.

  Besides, the park hadn’t fitted a new lock to the gate yet. It was too easy. There was no one out here in the middle of night. Hell, they probably hadn’t noticed the missing lock.

  “What are they preserving anyway?” Brad asked.

  Cooper jumped down from the bed and closed the tailgate. “What are you on about over there?”

  “I mean, the park,” he explained, scratching his chest. “There’s just a bunch of trees and rocks. Every place got trees and rocks. We got dirt at the farm. We should make that a park and have people pay to see our dirt. I bet we’d make good money.”

  “Maybe a dime,” Cooper said. “But that’s more than you have anyway.”

  “Fuck off. You know I’ve been trying to round up some extra cash.”

  Cooper laughed. “Well, if they paid good wages for sitting on the couch all day, you’d be a millionaire by now.”

  Brad ignored him. He supposed that was the purpose of an older brother, to always pick on him. He had no choice in coming out of his mother’s womb second in line. God rest her soul. The farm was always cleaner with her around. Sometimes, Brad thought he saw her at night, outside his bedroom window. Drowsiness did strange things to his eyes, but he swore it was true.

  With his hand trembling again, Brad brought the cigarette to his lips. It was two-thirds of the way gone, and he was already itching for another fresh one. A haze had settled in the woods, snaking between the trees.

  He thought he saw a figure standing on the road, fifty yards away. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

  “Will you quit smoking those damn cigarettes?” Cooper spat.

  “I just thought I saw something. Might’ve been Mom again.”

  Cooper opened the driver-side door to hop in the truck, but Brad only heard silence after that. He saw him staring up the road.

  “No, I see it too,” he said. “Someone’s coming.”

  “Shit. I told you not to be dumping on no national park. You’re an idiot.”

  “Just keep your damn voice down.”

  “They already see the headlights, dummy. We’re fucked.”

  Brad tossed the cigarette away and raced for the passenger seat. Cooper was already inside. He yanked the door open, and then froze. The oncoming figure was much closer now, appearing ou
t of the haze. There was something off about it, something bizarre. Either his eyes were deceiving him, or that person on the road was ten feet tall!

  “Get in, won’t you!” Cooper yelled over the engine.

  “Look!” He pointed.

  By God, she was naked! Brad couldn’t believe his eyes. She was strolling toward them, almost casually. The moon was out tonight, bright over the trees. She had the most magnificent pair of tits he had ever laid his eyes on. And those fucking hips! Brad couldn’t move. He was entranced by the way she moved, the way her hips rolled with each step. Strangely, the darkness made her skin appear blue.

  “That’s not a human,” Cooper said suddenly.

  “No, it’s one hot babe!” said Brad.

  “You idiot, look at her! She ‘s … wrong. Just get in the damn truck!”

  Brad saw. He had been obsessing over her body so much that he didn’t get a look at her face until now. The haze cleared around her tall, curvy body, revealing large, black eyes and a bald head. Brad hated the way the eyes looked. They were massive, inhuman. He felt a shiver pass up his body. Suddenly, the forest was cold, and nothing looked more protective than the passenger seat of Cooper’s pick-up truck.

  “Leave this place!” the tall woman shouted, her voice echoing loud off the trees. “Never come back!”

  Brad hopped in, slamming the door shut. “Jesus Christ, just go! Floor it!”

  “If you don’t leave, I’ll have to do some anal probing! It won’t be pleasant!”

  “Holy fuck,” gasped Cooper. “It’s an alien! See if you can find the shotgun!”

  Brad searched behind the bench seat as his older brother punched the throttle. The rear tires kicked up a huge cloud of dirt, propelling them back toward the road.

  “Why? I don’t see it anyway.”

  “Just hang the hell on.”

  Brad watched the side mirror as the tall alien woman got smaller in the reflection. Cooper didn’t bother stopping for the gate. The front of the truck smashed through it, punching it open. Brad braced himself against the center console, wishing for this terror to end.

  By the time Johnny and Mackenzee reached the visitor center, they were both laughing their heads off.

  “That got them good,” Johnny said, recalling the scene over and over again in his mind. It seemed just as vivid each time, almost as if it was happening again and again. Both of them had a look of sheer horror when they saw him coming down the road—the driver especially. He wished he could frame that image of their wide eyes and mouths agape as they realized what he was.

  “Anal probing?” Mackenzee asked, once she had recovered from the laughter.

  “Hey, it was all I could think of! Seemed to scare them.”

  “Did you get their tag?”

  Johnny stopped. “Damn. I completely forget about it.” But, with the alien’s mind able to effortlessly rewind the scene of the truck speeding away, he found the license plate and easily read off the numbers and letters. Not even the dark obstructed it. His black eyes were beyond powerful, seeing better than any human on the planet.

  Mackenzee jotted it down. “That should give PD something to look for.”

  Johnny glanced at the clock. He was coming up on two hours inside the alien’s body. This was his longest stretch by far, and there was no hint of discomfort. Mackenzee had been right about the umbilical cord. It kept his body healthy while it was curled up inside the womb. There didn’t seem to be a limit to how long he could stay in there.

  “I think you’ve hogged it up enough. Is it my turn yet?” Mackenzee asked him.

  “Hang on there, little lady,” Johnny said, bringing back the southern drawl. It wasn’t so effective inside the blue alien body. “There was another suit back at the crash site. Maybe we should get it.”

  Mackenzee’s eyes lit up. “Gosh, you’re right. I forgot about that. We could be alien lesbians.”

  Johnny laughed.

  He hadn’t even performed one inspection tonight. There was no reason to; the park was usually secure and quiet. Besides, the alien body was way more interesting. He was getting used to the height, and having a pair of breasts and all that other stuff. It really wasn’t all that bad being blue and female.

  Mackenzee hugged him from the side, resting her head just underneath his bosom. He felt obliged to wrap an arm around her, carefully placing each of his four suction-cup fingers so as to not stick them to her. She was so tiny next to him. Her hand rested on his pregnant belly.

  “You know, this is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to us,” she said.

  Johnny silently agreed. Inhabiting the alien body was like nothing else in the entire world. There was no comparable experience. Inside the cavernous womb, his mind floated free, pushed upwards into an entirely different life-form. Truthfully, neither of them knew the true purpose of it. Maybe they never would. Johnny liked to think that this was it, right here. The alien body was designed to let someone else experience a new perspective, nothing more.

  With his thoughts elsewhere, Johnny nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the bell jingling—the noise of someone entering the visitor center. His eyes shot open, and his head spun to look at the front doors. Mackenzee did too.

  Standing on the welcome mat was a very pregnant Cheryl Conrad.

  Johnny barely saw it coming. Something warm and sticky wrapped around his waist. Before he could react, his feet left the ground. The world shifted ninety degrees to the left as he was flung backward, crashing into a desk, splintering the wood. His body slammed into a door. Above, glass shattered with the impact. Tiny fragments rained down onto his body, nicking his blue skin. The vise around his midsection tightened, forcing the breath to leave his lungs rapidly.

  From the corner of his eye, Mackenzee was thrown back to the ground. He instinctively reached for her, stretching his four fingers outward, grasping at nothing but air. She was too far away, and he couldn’t get to his feet. Excruciating pain spread throughout his abdomen.

  Johnny saw the reason for it. Cheryl Conrad—or the body of her—stood ten feet away. Snaking from between her thighs was a salmon-colored tentacle, thick as a leg at the source and wound tightly three times around his pregnant belly. He pried at it with his fingers, but it wouldn’t budge, not even with the suction cups aiding with the leverage. The coiled appendage held him tight and secure, not letting him move.

  “Cheryl!” he managed.

  “This body has that name. I do not,” the pregnant woman said.

  Johnny glanced over at Mackenzee. She was stirring to life, rubbing her forehead. He was thankful for it. The alien body was bigger and tougher. It could take one hell of a beating. By comparison, Mackenzee was smaller and more delicate. The same impact would’ve likely knocked her out cold.

  He returned his attention to the tentacle. It had to be twenty feet long, maybe more. It was pulled taut between the two of them, disappearing under a denim skirt and into Cheryl’s pregnant belly. Wetness dribbled from the surface of it, and more leaked down the woman’s pale legs.

  “You found my ship,” she said, her voice monotonous. “I need two males. Only one around here at night. I could not find another.”

  “National parks aren’t very popular anymore,” he said, finding humor in the situation. The tentacle tightened some more, and he shut his mouth.

  “One isn’t enough. I need two. One will do for now.”

  Johnny propped himself up. Trying to stand only resulted in more pain, so he remained where he was. Cheryl Conrad stepped toward him, the tentacle pulling back into her belly like a garden hose. It remained taut the whole way, dripping with that same liquid that continued to ooze down the insides of her thighs. It had a foul odor.

  It obviously wasn’t Cheryl anymore. Johnny saw that right away. Whether her mind was still inside there or not, he didn’t know for sure. Like the two blue alien chicks inside the ship, she was just a body now, protection for whatever foreign parasite was living in her womb.

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bsp; The woman presented a black collar and aimed it at his neck.

  “Hey, wait a minute,” Johnny said, tugging at the tentacle one last time. It wouldn’t move. “Let’s talk about this! I didn’t mean to steal the body. I’ll give it back!”

  Cheryl’s lips moved slightly, almost forming a smile.

  “I want you in the body.”

  “No!”

  The collar snapped around his neck. Instantly, Johnny felt an electric shock zapping through his body. He opened his mouth to scream, but no voice came out. Pain shot through him, hitting his core and extremities. He could only look up, staring with his large, black eyes, his mouth open. Every cell in his body hurt.

  The darkness started to creep in. With his mind and senses ravaged by the pain, it was the only thing he could focus on. It spread at the corners of his eyes, seeping in like ink in water. He felt the mental jolt, the snap when the mind returned to the body in the womb. There was movement down there, inside his pregnant belly. The male Johnny was ready to come out, the disconnect forcing the alien body to expel the other one.

  Except, Johnny’s eyes remained on the ceiling, unblinking, even when the large mass passed through the hole between his legs, stretching it to absurd proportions. After it finished sliding out, the umbilical cord snapped off the belly.

  The pain ceased shortly after, and Johnny looked down to see his normal body lifeless on the floor, naked and covered in the blue goop. His mind had not returned to it.

  “No!” Mackenzee shrieked, watching the whole thing. She jumped to her feet and raced toward him, but a second tentacle knocked her down on her ass. “Don’t do this!”

  Johnny was too shocked to feel anything. No words came from his throat. He focused on Cheryl Conrad again as the tentacle slithered around his midsection, pulling back. His belly was no longer swollen.

  “One male,” the woman said. “One more male to find.”

  “No, wait!” Mackenzee screamed. “There’s another way! You don’t have to do this. We kept the spaceship a secret the whole time. We protected you! You can’t leave yet. You said Johnny is only one of two.”