To see a meteor crash and hit the Earth is an oddly traumatic thing. You'd always see shooting stars in movies, streaming and twinkling across the sky. As quickly as it came, it'll quietly blip out of the night sky, leaving only its light behind. Before today, I had never seen anything remotely like it, as I'm sure most people could relate. Statistically, a 'shooting star'—a falling chunk of meteorite lucky enough to pierce through Earth's atmosphere—is a rare enough sight that we are always lucky to catch any glimpse of them. Especially on the countryside, I found the concept of them to be such a gift. These skies are always so empty and clear. Unpolluted. And on a clear night, with a full moon laying on the eastern horizon, and the stars shining down—you couldn't ask for a better show.
"Emma! Emma get the damn dogs inside!"
"What's happenin'?! What was that?"
"I don't—Look, just bring 'em in. Don't let a soul out of that house, ya hear me?"
I scrambled to my feet, heart pounding in my chest. I had never heard my father so panicked before. The terror in his voice was enough to shup both me and my sister up. If we even had the thought to ask more questions, seeing the cattle across the fence get their left sides roasted quieted them. Flesh turns into a greasy black and red, gases expand and ignite, from the inside out. The smell of it is unforgettable. The dogs were gagging by the time they were hustled inside.
Mom tries to bring us into the basement, but I watch out from the window.
The sky is burning. It tore a whole through the stars. A fireball the size of a building came screaming down through it, clipping the edge of our farm and disappearing into the corn. There's a sound like thunder, but it doesn't stop. It just keeps getting louder and angrier. I saw my dad disappear into the plume of smoke the impact created, simply washing over his silhouette like tar, and instinctually, I could feel it. He was gone.
Then, a rouge shockwave hits.
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Fiery blackened ruins. That's all I could see. The rubble was still smoldering, and a thick haze hung in the air. Dust rose up from the ground, forming a low cloud. A thick, grey cloud of dust that stuck to the insides of your nose and mouth. I can still taste it. That, and the stench of burnt flesh. Utterly dazed, I step from the debris, gazing around the devastation. A huge crater formed in the middle of the field, as if a giant had taken a bite out of the earth. The edge of the crater was lined with a jagged, charred wall of dirt and rock.
Smoke filtered from the base of it, as if the earth was still breathing.
But it wasn't earth I saw moving.
Amidst the smoldering wreckage, dark, twisted shapes scuttle and crawl. Their rubbery skin reflects the flickering light of the flames, and their beady eyes seem to take in every detail of their surroundings. As more and more creatures emerge from the charred earth, they seem almost like an army, crawling over one another in a frenzy to escape the devastation. And as they move further into the distance, a new wave of hideous noises echoes from the horizon: cries and screeches that chill to the bone. All I can do is stand there, paralyzed by the horror that has been wrought upon my world. They are grotesque mockeries of the nature I've grown to know.
But somewhere deep inside, a feeling of recognition bubbles up. Despite their shocking appearance and the aura of death that clings to them, there is something strangely alluring about these malevolent creatures—almost like a siren song. Their large heads glisten with slick black skin and protrude at awkward angles, each one covered in hundreds of lidless eyes capable of seeing across space and time. Their elongated limbs end in slender digits capped with wicked claws. But what is most peculiar about these beings is their bodies: thick, muscular frames that suggest the image of a warrior instead of the delicate frame one might expect from such otherwise monstrous beings. Yet beneath all this bulky tumultuous flesh, there also seems to be an element of feminine beauty. A softness and roundness that suggests that there is similarity between their biologies and mine, albeit likely just one.
The lingering screeches stab my ears like knives. The creatures are getting closer, and I start to move, but it feels like time is moving in reverse. No matter how much I run, they always seem to be one step closer to me. The next time I turn, I see one of the creatures towering over me, its beady eyes studying me with an eerie intelligence. In that moment, I realize that they have been here for me all along. Watching me. Waiting for me to come to them. This realization makes me feel… a sense of dread that is indescribable.
The creature lunges at me, tackling me to the ground, its powerful arms wrapped around my body like a prison. Trapped in its merciless grasp, there is nothing I can do to stop my fate from unfolding. My mouth opens, but no words come out. No screams escape my throat. Rather, a forceful gust of the alien's hot, fetid breath blows across my face, and a thick slimy tongue slips past my parted lips, giving me a taste of their saliva. I gag, but the creature doesn't seem to notice, or care. The tendril-like tongue continues on, slithering deep into my mouth and down my throat, probing and searching for something. I try to fight it off, but the thing's grip is too strong. It seems like forever before the tongue finally withdraws, leaving me spluttering on their viscous saliva and its salty taste.
The creature's gaze is no longer upon me, but rather my crotch, and I realize with a start that its intent is not to kill me, but rather to...molest me. This sickening realization puts a cold sweat on my brow, but this malevolent alien continues on despite all my powerless wishes, lifting up my shirt, revealing the pale skin of my belly. The creature gropes at me as if I were some kind of prize, his long fingers squeezing and pinching my nipples, sending shocks through my chest. And then it moves lower still, pulling my pants down to reveal the penis that has never been more flaccid, scared lifeless by these hideous creatures' grotesque touch. I want to scream, but all that comes out is a weak whimper. Even so, the creature doesn't seem to mind. Instead, it leans in close to my exposed cock, wrapping its hands around it and bringing the meager length closer to its mangled mess of a face. Its wet, slimy tongue darts forth once again, slipping between the jagged sets of lips and teeth to wrap itself around the shaft.
The creature's touch is strangely gentle as it licks. Possessing a strength beyond any normal tongue, it strokes like an oily hand, so despite my softness, my cock is forced to respond. It begins to grow in the creature's grip, slowly at first until throbbing and shameful aches keep my will to resist captive. The warmth I feel is revolting but I can't subdue its spread. Even when I manage to cow my wavering voice, my toes curl in the soggy dirt and hips mindlessly thrust. The creature's grip relaxes as my shaft expands to its full length, letting my girth widen the loop its tongue has around my cock before nudging its head down and engulfing the head.
While soft enough to be consider lips, slipping into the opening of its mouth is a sharp, intense pain that makes my head spin. Soft, moist, yet textured like sandpaper, the inside of their maw rubs my dick raw, each clicking vibration that comes from the alien's throat sends a new wave molten fire that I am meant to lay down and accept. I moan. That's the only way I can express sexually confused discontent. In retaliation, the tongue once playing in circles around my glans slinks lower until everything from tip to balls is wrapped like a snake, squeezed, squished and coaxed.
I'm too far gone for this. Too weak. My body craves release, and with every passing second, the creature is getting closer to making me cum—and then what? Will they let me go after that? What are these things planning to do to me? Why did they bring me here? There's so many questions running through my mind that I can barely think straight anymore. But one thought stands above all else: I don't want to die. Not like this. Not by these creatures' claws or mouths or whatever other foul method they might employ. So I surrender myself to them.