January 18th, 1987 11:49 PM. Location: Just outside Radersburg, Montana. Town Population: 61.
Edgar Cletus had helped tend his family's flax farm since he was a just a wee child. The decade on the calendar changed in his rural Montana homestead, but the seasons and pace of life did not. Lifelong Homeschooling exacerbated Edgar's isolation from society at large, and as he developed, the farmer only found solace in his tight-knit family. But after his father's untimely tractor death, his other siblings drifted apart to find their own careers and lives beyond the farmstead, leaving Edgar alone to care for his ailing mother.
Eventually, Miriam Cletus passed after her long, courageous battle with obesity, and Edgar found himself completely alone in the creaking Montana house of his childhood. An impenetrable wall of social isolation still kept him bound to the passive, hard-working farming lifestyle, but as the years wore on, Edgar wanted for a partner to share his carefully maintained residence with. As the lonely farmer got further embedded in the rut of his ways, he reasoned nothing could break him out of the ceaseless, unchanging cycles of his secluded agricultural lifestyle. All that changed one January night, as Edgar passed the restless night away driving along an isolated Montana road-way in his worn-out blue pickup-truck.
Edgar thumbed numbly at the radio, a cigarette burned to the stub between the knuckles of his driving hand. He grew tired of the night's last radio broadcast, an elderly preacher waxing on about selling your hedonistic possessions to give to charity, when his radio started screeching out an ear-splitting, horrendous racket. Edgar clumsily twiddled the radio dial on and off, but its green display just started growing brighter and brighter, until his dashboard suddenly went dark as his car inexplicably began slowing down of its own accord. Eventually his pick-up rolled to a stop, the engine dead. Edgar let loose an annoyed grunt as he shifted out of the driving cabin to pop the hood and investigate the problem. But, as soon as he stepped outside of the truck, the big Montana man halted immediately, seemingly frozen to the spot as a bright blue nimbus of light surrounded him, blinding him at first.
As Edgar stared up, he gaped awestruck, marveling at the flying saucer above him, which emitted an intensifying blue beam of light over his paralyzed body. He was overcome with a sudden feeling of unnatural upwards motion, as he gracefully slipped from consciousness. When he awoke, he assumed he was in bed, until he groggily looked over his body, and realized he was tightly restrained to a huge, strange metal slab in an eerie, featureless operating room. He desperately looked around, the walls and ceiling obscured by an acrid smelling fog which billowed around from an unknown source, as he screamed out loudly "J-Jesus! What the fuck? Oh God, please, I promise I-I'll sell my truck, the farm, everything! I'll give it all to the Ethiopian children just-" but the words suddenly wouldn't come, as his entire body became paralyzed again, though he could see and move his eyes around. His heart raced as he spied from the corner of his eye a tall, lithe figure with a large, oval head slowly approaching.
The simple farmer man could scarcely believe what he was seeing, as a grey-skinned alien with huge, black, almond-shaped eyes strode through the swirling fog and approached the slab he was immobilized against. The creature's body was far thinner than a humans and showed no trace of hair or muscles, a thin, foil-like alloy material covering the creature's Lanky body below the neck. It had a small, narrow mouth, and no ears, chin, nose besides two nostril slits, or other distinct facial features on its perfect, smooth grey face. His mind was a chaotic flurry as he gazed at the alien creature calmly approaching him. He became even more confused, as the alien grey communicated wordlessly with him, its shrill, feminine voice telepathically ringing through his head, <Do not worry human, I do not intend to harm you. My people require something incredibly precious from you; we need your seed. Do not bother trying to verbally communicate, I can read your mind.> As soon as the alien mentioned that it could read his mind, Edgar's thoughts spontaneously raced through every terrible deed or dirty thought he had ever conceived of, as the terrified yokel tried to steady and organize his thoughts as the alien released a strange "Ack-ack-ack-ack!" sound at his distressed, guilty thoughts, and he realized it was laughing at him.
<Wow, you big-hairy monkey-beasts always think up such crazy thoughts when you hear that, it never gets old... wait, what's this? Oh my.> the alien's words soundlessly beamed into his head, as Edgar's compulsive thoughts invariably drifted to the sexual. There were slim pickings out in the Montana flax fields, and his life-long sexual repression resulted in an expansive erotic imagination. His thoughts suddenly drifted unbidden to intense erotic images of him copulating with the thin alien, as he rapidly tried to shift his stream of conscious back towards the proudly wavering U.S. Flag. The alien's psychic voice intoned again <Ack-Ack, this is going to be an easy one tonight. I caught myself a big, sweaty, randy Earth mammal, didn't I?> the alien said, as it drifted its long fingers over Edgar's naked skin, the first physical contact he had experienced in literal weeks. <You know, I'm supposed to just keep you human things unconscious and strap your slippery little genitals into the seed-extractor machine, but I don't think that's much fun. Want me to let you in on a little secret? You know how some advanced creatures like to sexually debase themselves with brutish animals?> "N-no, I-I swear, me and that horse, we, I... I can explain-" Edgar said, managing to speak finally.
<Calm down you excitable penis-ape, I was talking about myself. I like to fuck around with you primitive creatures, feel your nasty, smelly animal fluids dripping all over me... watching your cute little thoughts as you have your bestial orgasms. I think that's what you want too, right? Don't forget, I can read your mind.> Edgar just stared up at the big-headed grey alien, as he hoarsely whispered out "Will... will Jesus still accept me if we make love? Are you... are you even a girl alien?" he finished murmuring, as the alien continued lightly stroking across his defenseless body, as it again loudly released that "Ack-ack-ack-ack-ack" laughing sound. <My employers decided not to pay to get any reproductive organs installed in me when I was first cloned for the job. Technically, my species only comes in male, self-fertilization capable hermaphrodites, and the sterile, but if it makes you feel better, I have two very snug, wet holes under these clothes, between my legs. Want to find out how tight they are, my hairy pet?>
The paralyzing alien field did not effect Edgar's penis, apparently, as a mighty erection sprouted at the alien's words. He quickly decided Jesus would understand what he wanted to do to this beautiful, incredibly feminine and womanly looking-alien, Edgar confidently assured himself, as the alien's soft hand drifted lower and lower, teasing around his rising manhood. <You know, you're lucky I work for such a nice employer. At Gobglux industries, we specialize in providing ethically vat-grown meat, from exotic sentient alien species across the galaxies. We harvest fresh DNA from a variety of donors so the resulting meat cultures have naturally varied, robust flavors, rather than that samey cloned crap. If you were unlucky, you would of been one of the many thousands harvested for your meat by our competitors.> Edgar exclaimed at this "What? Aliens are coming to harvest us as meat? We have to prevent this, and warn the president, or congress or something!" as she soothingly intoned into his mind <Oh you poor sweat creature. Just relax and let's fuck, okay? Here, we can start slow since this is your first time... amazingly.> the alien messaged him, as she bent towards his face and extended an incredibly long, dexterous tongue dripping with purple saliva. Edgar spoke up before she closed in for a kiss "B-but I don't even know your name!"
<I don't have a name, I have a production serial code. You can call me XJ, now focus!> the alien telepathically broadcasted to him in an annoyed tone, as she locked her tiny mouth over his, and explored his mouth with her narrow, flexible tongue. The sensation was bizarre, but incredibly sensual, as Edgar's mouth filled with XJ's exotic alien saliva, a slightly sweet-flavored, acrid substance that made his teeth feel fuzzy. It reminded Edgar of eating a Persimmon, as the grey alien's tongue wrapped around his own, and undulated over it lovingly. <Just imagine what my tongue would feel like somewhere else, my musky mammal man. Here, let me get more comfortable.> XJ said into his mind, as she touched her metallic clothing, and it gracefully dissolved off her bony frame like water. Edgar's eyes amorously scanned over the nude alien, slightly unnerved by her incredibly thin, androgynous frame, but when his eyes settled between her narrow, graceful legs, he spied more of her purple-tinged liquid leaking from an incredibly snug looking hole. Edgar felt incredibly encouraged as he gazed longingly at this creatures sex, though he had little say in the erotic process, still paralyzed on her operating table. <Look, this might be a bit much for you to start with, but how about we give this little marvel of technology a shot when we copulate? It's been shown to increase semen extraction yields by as much as 72% when properly applied to the male prostrate.> XJ said confidently, as she pulled out a long, thin reflective device. Edgar gulped nervously, as he gazed at the alien's metallic probe.