Uninvited Ch. 04: The Way Home

The venom still smoldered in my body, sweat pouring from me to coat my skin in a reflective sheen, my hair bedraggled and damp. My face was beet red and I couldn't focus my eyes, my senses failing me as I squirmed and gasped under her weight.

She huffed, cocking her head at me with a pitying expression, and forced me deeper. Again the dripping head of my cock was drawn into the forest of unbearable barbs, scouring my sensitive skin like cruel fingers, and I let out a wail that she quickly silenced with her encompassing cleavage. The spines were soft enough that it didn't quite hurt, yet hard enough to resist, driving pangs of pleasure that bordered on pain up through my body to muddle my mind.

"S-Slow down...I can't..." I was surprised that I as able to articulate such a plea as her creeping poison turned me into a drooling toy, and she replied with a slow shake of her head. 'No, I won't.'

Again she rose on my member, lifting her wide hips off me, her chiseled abs flexing as the emission of my prior climax still clung to them. The suction of her oozing loins was powerful, seeking to trap me inside her, the muscular walls of her vagina gripping me like a fist. She raised herself above me on her powerful tail until only the twitching head of my cock was still lodged inside her, then paused for a few tormenting seconds as she enjoyed the sensation of it beating and pulsing. With a satisfied purr she slammed down again, taking me all the way inside her and crushing me into the couch.

The wooden frame creaked its protests, and the springs beneath the cushions made some worrying sounds as Vi's immense weight forced the air out of my lungs. She held me there, lodged deep inside her, and rolled her hips as she ground against my member. It was maddening, the bristles of her depths chewing me like soft teeth and her massive breasts smothering me, sweat dripping from her burnished skin. Her smooth walls encased me in delicate, pink flesh, her viscous juices forced from her hole in thick strands by our coupling.

She rose again, and before I could catch my breath she once again let her weight fall on me, impaling herself on my aching member. I was so hard, so engorged that I felt the damned organ might split like a cooked hotdog, the venom she had injected me with driving me to new heights of arousal and sensation.

She was so tight, fucking me so slowly, yet with such strength. I started to feel what was left of my mind slipping away into a haze of intoxicating pleasure.

"I can't t-take it," I whined, through trembling lips. "Oh fuck Vi...you'll break me."

She hooked a hand behind my head, cradling it in her palm, then leaned down to press her fat lips against mine. Her thick tongue wormed its way into my mouth, slippery with her copper saliva, and it roiled in my head as her penetrating kiss sapped my strength.

She slid back up my shaft again, those maddening, flexible barbs gnawing at me. She broke away from her embrace with a pop, smirking down at me as the strand of drool that linked us broke to fall to my cheek. I heard the wood in the headrest of the couch crack as she gripped it, bracing herself, then hammered down on me again. She started to fuck me ardently, pounding me into the cushions as she rose and fell, the power and pace of her thrusts dizzying me. My legs were splayed to either side of her hourglass hips, my toes curling as I sank into the couch, her heavy breasts bouncing in front of my burning face as she rode me.

I gave in, letting the wracking pulses of raw pleasure wash over me, I felt as if what was left of my brain was steaming out though my ears. I could feel every minute quiver of her muscles as they clenched around me, slick and wet, and every time her torturous barbs scoured me they sent a fresh flare of harsh sensation coursing up my spine. She was relentless, fucking me like she wanted me to feel it the next day, rough and uncompromising. I found myself bucking to meet her downward thrusts, pushing myself harder and deeper, the ache in my twitching cock turning into a familiar urgency.

Her weight was immense, it was like having a small car bouncing up and down on top of me, she would surely have crushed me if she wasn't being so careful. In fact, everything we did together required a great deal of care and attention on her part, even when she was fucking me into a quivering mess her apparent callousness was just for show. In reality she was measuring every thrust, restraining every bite so as never to actually injure me.

Making what use I could of my tingling hands, I reached up and wrapped them around her waist as far as they would go, clinging to her as my mind turned to soup. She forced a low cry from my throat on every slam, searing me with burning pleasure, her hips hitting mine hard enough to bruise. I was sore and exhausted, our combined sweat and juices making us both slippery and sticky. Her thrusting reached a new intensity, she rolled her hips, kneading me inside her with her powerful contractions and driving me against her slick walls. She seemed to be trying to scratch an itch deep within the reaches of her shivering body, gyrating her plump rear and grating against my throbbing shaft.

Shuddering contractions fluttered down her walls, and she clenched around me tightly, doubling over and burying my face in her bust as she started to come. Her orgasm pushed me over the edge too, her muscles struggling around me and flexing as if trying to drag me deeper. Her long body spasmed and twisted, her sticky abdominal muscles bulging as her loins cramped and the sharp pleasure spread through her. I sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth, teasing the pink protrusion with my tongue as she climaxed, and she hissed in surprise. I joined her, my member flooding her guts with a torrent of my ropy emission, the hot load splashing against her quivering tunnel and seeping into her alien womb. She arched her long spine, her claws digging into the fabric of the headrest and shredding it like paper as a rumbling growl vibrated in her throat.

She kept moving, impacting my pelvis so hard that I thought it might break under the assault, milking my twitching cock as her iron muscles wrung more fluid from my body. Every throb of my erection was more overpowering than the last as I gave her everything I had, a profane concoction of her viscous juices and my thick seed sliding down my shaft as our violent union pushed it out of her.

We stayed locked together, a monstrous amalgamation of human and Viper, pink skin and yellow, patterned scales melding into a sweaty heap on the buckled couch. Again and again white hot pleasure overloaded my brain as another crippling aftershock rocked me, Vi's massive body twisting and writhing as her own orgasm tore through her, a string of saliva hanging from her jaw as her eyelids fluttered and she gripped my hair in her fist.

Finally she sunk down into me, her taut muscles going limp, and her bestial growling tapering into a ragged panting as she recovered. We kissed again, deep and passionate, my afterglow causing every flick of her skillful tongue to send another euphoric shiver through my ruined body. I was tired and sore, muscles I didn't even know I had hurt and the sweat stung my eyes, but I had never felt more satisfied.

As Vi coiled her long body around me, wrapping us in an obscene cocoon of our spilled fluids and nestling my head between her doughy breasts, the venom and exhaustion overcame me.

CHAPTER 8: NOW HIRING

I swilled my third cup of coffee, cradling my head in my hands and groaning as Vi sat nearby with a smirk. My head was pounding, I felt like there was a chisel lodged in my brain, and my usual hangover remedies weren't scratching it.

"We're never doing that again," I complained, and Vi huffed at me with amusement. I had slept for hours, the venom was not without its side effects apparently. The bite wounds had closed quickly and were now merely small, red punctures, but the bruises were sore. As much as I complained, the barely-remembered haze of mind-blowing pleasure had been the best I had felt in weeks, maybe ever. Shame the recovery wasn't exactly a picnic.

I downed the gritty, bitter liquid and lay back in the kitchen chair, shielding my eyes against the sunlight that spilled between the curtains. It was morning already, Kadavy would surely be wondering where I was, and when we would be going to see the Mutons again. I still had to call the resistance contact in Topeka and the handyman too, damn it Vi, spoiling all my plans.

I waved in the direction of the landline phone, and she seemed to understand what I wanted, reaching over and passing it to me. I fumbled in my jacket pocket for the number I had taken down, and punched it in. It rang for a while, and I was a little worried that the line would be down and I would have to climb the grain silo again. After a couple of minutes a young man answered, and before long we had arranged transport and payment for all of the grain we could farm, and any other produce we could provide. It sounded like they were increasingly desperate. They had wanted to pay us in dollars, as the country was trying to return to the old currency, but I negotiated payment in useful supplies first. It wasn't that I didn't trust them, but in the chaos following ADVENT's retreat it was a safer bet to trade for goods, at least for the time being. Perhaps in time we could transition back to the old paper bills, but right now I couldn't guarantee that I could spend them anywhere.

I would have to drive out to pick up Kadavy on the way to see the Mutons, I could tell him the good news on the ride over. I finished off the coffee and stood, trying to compose myself.

"Come on Vi, we have work to do."

"So they'll send their own haulers?" Kadavy asked, bouncing in the passenger seat of the truck as we made our way down the dirt road towards the Daugherty farm. Thankfully he did not inquire as to my absence the previous day, nor why I was now sporting a scarf that was hardly suitable for this kind of weather. "The aliens used to send huge flying transport ships to cart the grain away, they could barely fit under the chutes."

"I assume they'll bring trailers," I replied, "they didn't really say."

"Well, you did a good job kid, I figure I owe you another pig or two. If they hold their end of the bargain I don't think food is gonna be a problem for a good while."

"Well, now the real work begins, I have to learn how to operate a farm or I won't have anything to sell. I'll also have to convince these Mutons to come work for me, assuming they can even be taught and they aren't mindless beasts as Vi claims so vehemently." I hefted Vi's unwieldy tablet in my hand, keeping my eyes on the dusty road. "Hopefully using this, we can communicate with them."

"What is it?"

"A translator, Vi can't speak English, she understands it well enough but her vocal cords just can't reproduce the sounds. She uses this to speak when she has something she needs to say. I'm hoping I can also convert English to Muton."

We arrived at the Daugherty property and pulled up beside the house, I turned off the engine and the three of us dismounted. This time only Vi was armed, she insisted on it. I instructed my companions to stay near the house as I walked out into the courtyard. The large Muton and two of his companions were already leaving the barn, walking over to meet me. They must have learned to recognize the sound of the engine. This time my hands were empty besides for the tablet computer, and the aliens came to a stop a few feet away from me, watching me with their beady eyes. The big one definitely seemed to be the leader of their small band, he watched me with his heavy brow, his beady yellow eyes peering out from beneath. He seemed to have the most elaborate tattoos as well, that must have some cultural significance. Were they medals perhaps? A status symbol?

I raised the tablet, and started to navigate the menus as Vi had demonstrated to me, hoping to high heaven that I didn't accidentally insult their mothers by pressing the wrong symbol. I managed to get into the English to 'whatever language these aliens spoke' user interface, and was relieved to see an English keyboard pop up to await my entry.

"Here goes nothing," I muttered, and began to enter a line of text. I knew from experience that the device worked best when it was fed simple words and phrases, and so I typed out 'Hello', and the device emitted an odd grunting bark. The aliens seemed taken aback for a moment, then the largest alien pounded his chest and returned a comparable burst of harsh, guttural speech. The translator also had a microphone and could interpret sound, though Vi had no use for the function as her English was very good. I waited for a moment as the computer did its work.

[WE GREET]

Excellent, it was working! I typed in another sentence, and the stilted exchange began to turn into a slow conversation.

'We are friends.'

[WE DO NOT HARM]

'We offer help.'

[HOW HELP?]

'Food, shelter, work.'

[MORE OF CARCASS?] By that I assumed he meant the pig I had presented to them.

'More, and others like it.'

The aliens seemed to talk among themselves for a moment, and the translator had trouble picking out individual words. They appeared to come to a decision and the larger of the three began to speak again.

[WHAT WORK? NEGOTIATE] I wasn't sure that they would know what farming was, or what it entailed, and so I tried to explain it as simply as I could manage. These were soldiers after all, they might have been enslaved by the Elders for their entire lives and never been exposed to whatever culture they originally belonged to.

'Make food, sell food, share profit.' I suspected that the reason they had raided our barns was because they were running out of food, and they had no knowledge of this planet or its people, they couldn't grow crops or raise animals that they couldn't even identify. Hell, most humans would have trouble homesteading even if you gave them a coop full of chickens and a bag of seeds then told them where to start. I couldn't imagine how confused and hopeless these Mutons might be feeling, stranded on an alien world and cut off from their support network. They couldn't go to anyone for help either, I had seen the violence and the reprisals in the population centers. Most people wouldn't be aware that many of the aliens species of ADVENT had been enslaved or coerced, much as the Elders had tried to do to us, and would potentially attack aliens on sight.

[WE LOOK, WE CONSIDER]

Sounded like they wanted to see the farm, was that wise? I looked back towards the house where my companions were watching from cover, they probably couldn't hear the conversation from all the way over there. Oh well, they already knew where our farms were and they hadn't been back to raid them since, it should be ok.

'Good. We return with vehicles.'

The largest Muton thumped his chest, and the ones flanking him followed suit. I mimicked the gesture and they seemed satisfied, turning back towards the barn. I backed off, and returned to the house, where Kadavy waited with baited breath.

"Well? What did they say? Did it work?"

"Yeah, I think they understood. I told them we'll take them to see the farm."

"How are we going to transport them?"

"Well I've got my truck, you've got your old Ford pickup, let's go back to your place and fetch it. They can sit in the flatbeds and we can drive them up to my farm."

"Will they fit?" Kadavy asked, peeking around the wall of the farmhouse trying to get a look at the aliens as they entered the door of their barn. "They look pretty darned big."

"There can't be more than six of them, three per vehicle, it'll work. I'll drop Vi off at the house before we come back."

Kadavy scratched his bearded chin, looking conflicted.

"I dunno, I feel like you're being awful trustin' of those things, are you absolutely sure about this?"

Yes, I'm sure," I replied, nodding vehemently. "They don't have any other options, they're trusting us as much as we're trusting them. This is how it has to start, a leap of faith."

"If you say so," Kadavy grumbled, "you've been right so far, I don't see any reason to start doubting you now."

We returned with the trucks, and the Mutons walked out to meet us. There were five of them in all, one less than I had estimated. I used the translator to encourage them to mount the flatbeds, the rear suspension on Kadavy's old Ford sinking under the weight of three of the aliens. I took the apparent leader, the largest of the group, and one of the smaller ones. I felt a little vulnerable without Vi, but she hadn't protested when I had asked her to wait at home, apparently I had made enough progress to convince her that the aliens weren't an immediate danger.

We set off back towards my farm, the Mutons gripping the sides of the flatbeds with their massive hands for stability, bouncing as we drove along the uneven dirt tracks. Damn the things were heavy, I had to be careful turning, they were decreasing the traction on the front wheels. The ride seemed longer with nobody to talk to, and eventually we passed the unkempt cornfields and turned onto my property. I expected Vi to be waiting for us, but she was nowhere to be seen as we pulled up to the house, and the Mutons dismounted. Kadavy hopped out of his truck and made his way over to me, his three Muton passengers in tow.

Vi's absence was starting to grate at me, they were going to be living on the farm with us, she would have to deal with them eventually. She couldn't just avoid them for the rest of their stay here. Regardless, I turned on her tablet and took the Mutons on a crude tour of the property, showing them to the barn where they would be living. I wasn't sure that living in a barn was ideal for them, or that they particularly enjoyed it, but they seemed satisfied enough and did not voice any complaints.

"I might as well skip a step and just teach the lot of you at the same time," Kadavy mused, scratching his salt and pepper beard, watching the Mutons examine their new abode. "They look strong, they'll make good farmhands if we can keep them under control and they can take instruction. Most farm work these days is done with machines, they aren't exactly going to be pulling plows or tilling fields. The timing is right, as the winter growing season is starting soon, they can learn as they work. Show me what you have in your barn," he added. We joined the Mutons and Kadavy explored the expansive structure, finding a tractor and various other machines that I didn't recognize hiding under tarps.

He tugged one down with some difficulty, exposing a massive yellow vehicle with four wheels and a blocky chassis, on the front was a wide cab and a huge arrangement of cutting blades like some kind of deadly paint roller.

"Combine harvester," he announced, slapping one of the massive treaded tires with his leathery hand. "Looks to be in good condition, probably not fueled, but you can borrow some and pay me back later."

The Mutons seemed interested too, crowding around the machine, examining it. Did they perhaps have an affinity for heavy machinery? They seemed to like the harvesting blades on the front, which I had to admit was a little more alarming than encouraging. Kadavy revealed more machinery, plows that would be dragged behind the tractor, pesticide sprayers, even a trailer that would make bales of hay. He seemed to think that it was all in working order, apparently my family had stored everything I would need in the barn when they had abandoned the property after the war. I didn't have the knowledge to make any inquiries as to their operation just yet, but seeing all of the farming equipment lined up and most of it ready to use filled me with a fresh determination. We could really do this, we had everything we needed, the only complication would be imparting the knowledge to operate the vehicles and to run the farm as a whole.