Uninvited Ch. 04: The Way Home

I called for Vi and Roomba, and asked them if they had seen any more of the aliens, Vi shaking her head and Roomba responding with a negative grunt when she relayed the question to him. I was hopeful, but we needed to be sure.

"We have to check, form up, we're going outside."

We made our way to the front door and lined up, readying our guns as a couple of Mutons heaved away the debris that we had used to bar the entrance. Roomba went first, his shotgun raised, comically small in his giant hands. Vi followed after him, then me, spreading out to cover all directions with our backs to the house. There were piles of dead Chryssalids, some slagged by plasma, others peppered with puncture wounds from conventional ammunition. There were no screeches as more charged towards us, I couldn't hear the telltale clicking of their chitinous legs on the walls or roof of the house.

"Move towards the barn, keep an eye out."

We started to advanced, covering every angle as we made our way towards the structure. We made it to the large wooden doors without meeting any resistance, and Roomba shouldered one of them aside, stepping into the gloomy interior of the barn. It was empty besides for one or two bodies, killed by the Mutons before we had arrived. The hole was in the center of the dirt floor, barely wide enough for one Chryssalid to squeeze through. I leaned over the edge hesitantly, weapon ready should anything leap out at me.

There was nothing, they were all dead.

"We're clear," I announced, turning to face my comrades. "Hell of a job, guys."

Roomba pounded his chest like a silverback gorilla and loosed a throaty bellow of triumph, Vi rolled her eyes at his display, trying to play aloof but obviously pleased with herself to my trained eyes.

"You know what, these things look a hell of a lot like crustaceans, think we can cook 'em?"

As it turns out, Chryssalid legs taste a lot like lobster if you boil them in salt water for a couple of hours. I spent the next morning cooking a hearty breakfast of 'Chryssalid à la Rochelle'. When I was sure they were well cooked, I wrapped them in a towel and smashed the tough exoskeleton with a hammer, revealing the succulent white meat within. Vi especially seemed to enjoy their soft texture, easy to swallow for her toothless jaws. There had been about thirty of the aliens in all, at least that was how many bodies we had recovered, I had enough Chryssalid legs in the freezer to last us weeks. It would be prudent to search the nearby forests and fields for stragglers, but that could wait for now. I had called Kadavy as soon as morning had come, worried that if he had encountered any of the aliens he might not have fared as well as we had. Fortunately he had nothing to report, and I arranged to share some of the take with him and his wife. He showed up in his Ford pickup, his wife riding shotgun, and joined us around the table we had dragged into the courtyard.

Five Mutons, three humans and a Viper, breaking the proverbial bread. In this case the role of the bread was played by giant alien insect limbs, but nobody seemed to mind. Vi appeared to have warmed up to the Mutons considerably, sharing food with them and sitting amongst them on the coils of her long tail with no qualms.

I had expected Kadavy's wife to be afraid of the monstrous aliens, but she seemed perfectly at home as she sat beside her husband on a lawn chair, sharing stories of my grandparents as she took dainty bites of a gigantic Chryssalid leg. She was a demure woman, wearing a floral shirt dress, her hair the same color as her husband's greying beard and a perpetual smile etched on her portly face.

The weather was turning warmer now, spring creeping up on us, and soon the crops we had sown would be sprouting. The origin of our communal meal was a topic of conversation, where had they come from, and would there be more of them? Kadavy suggested building a fence around our properties, but I explained that the aliens had come up through the ground, and could burrow under any defenses we erected. Somehow I doubted we would see more of them any time soon, they must have escaped the cities as a group, maybe driven away by the fires and fighting. Alternatively, perhaps a small number of them had left the nearest population center, preying on local fauna in order to incubate more Chryssalids and reach the numbers that we had seen the night before.

The injured Muton was still unsteady, but I had replaced his sodden bandages with fresh ones and had found that his wound was healing rapidly, perhaps some miracle of ADVENT gene modification. It looked as if he would make a full recovery with no stitches or hospital visits necessary, still I would insist that he took it easy for a while and ensure that he ate well while he healed up.

We spent a good few hours eating and chatting, Vi's tablet computer sat in the center of the table, struggling to translate what was being said. It did a poor job, it's software overwhelmed by the multiple conversations going on at once, but it at least gave everyone some idea of what the other species were saying.

I couldn't help but feel elated, this was exactly what I had envisioned, the freed races of ADVENT living and working alongside humans. Sure this was a microcosm, but I was certain that if we could achieve this on a small scale, then the same principles could be applied to society at large. Convincing people who were so fundamentally different and who had such an adversarial history to take the first step was the hardest part, but while we weren't holding hands and singing songs, we were able to live and work together for the benefit of everyone. Vi caught me beaming, and shot me a sarcastic look, but the neutral position of her hood betrayed how relaxed she was. She was enjoying this too, our disagreement over the Mutons apparently forgotten, her respect and acceptance likely earned through their trial by fire.

CHAPTER 10: COMING TOGETHER

The summer sun beat down on the golden fields of wheat, wafting gently in the cool breeze, like an ocean extending as far as the eye could see. The crops had come in nicely, and now the Mutons were hard at work harvesting them, a tractor pulling a trailer beside a giant combine harvester as it disgorged the grain through a pipe that extended from the side of the machine. As I watched the tractor broke off, its trailer full to the brim with produce, turning away to take its load to the grain silo back at the farmhouse. Two of the Mutons were performing the same tasks at Kadavy's farm as per our agreement, the old man was happy to be able to put his feet up for once, the aliens had really taken to the work and were doing an excellent job.

Renovations to the farmhouse were ongoing, I was doing most of the work myself, though the handyman Kadavy had recommended had visited to repair the plumping and electrics. The face he had made when he had seen three of the Mutons along with Vi sitting around the table in the courtyard as they ate the remainder of the Chryssalid legs still made me chuckle.

Living with aliens was kind of like owning a big dog. People were initially afraid, but once you assured them of the animal's good nature, their fear turned to curiosity and before long they found themselves playing fetch with him.

The harvester reached the end of the field and turned, the giant blades spinning in the air as it came back around to carve another furrow through the sea of wheat. I couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all, my life had come full circle, in spite of an alien invasion I had somehow ended up back at the farm where I had been raised. It must be my destiny.

As the combine harvester drove away from me, I straightened the wide brimmed hat I was wearing, Kadavy's style rubbing off on me. It was a nice day, the midday sun was scorching and there was little shade in the fields, but there was a cool wind that soothed the skin. Maybe I would leave the pickup here and walk back home, it was nice to take a few moments every now and then to appreciate nature. This was part of what we had fought to save after all, not only the human population of the planet but the very ground we trod on.

I set off down the dirt path, my boots kicking up dust as I made my way in the direction of the farmhouse. I knew the area fairly well by now, there was a small patch of woodland on the way with a pond. Perhaps I would stop there for a while to enjoy the shade that the trees provided, perhaps dip my feet into the water. Vi wouldn't miss me, she had been pretty bored since we had settled at the farm, she was suited to combat and her alien physiology prohibited her from joining in on most of the farm work. Giant snakes just weren't suited to driving tractors. Recently however she had taken an interest in decorating the house and converting certain rooms to better suit her, she was going to live there for the foreseeable future and so I didn't complain when she made modifications.

I chuckled as a memory of her wearing an apron and reaching up on her tail to paint the ceiling of our bedroom flashed through my mind, she was becoming quite adept with a paint roller.

I walked for a while, enjoying the peace and tranquility, I felt like I retiree at times like this though I was far too young to qualify. As I rounded a corner I spied the trees surrounding the pond in the distance, casting an inviting shadow beneath their verdant branches.

I arrived beneath them, placing a hand on one of the rough trunks, the bark covered in green moss. The branches waved over my head, the leaves rustling as the wind blew them, and I made my way deeper until I reached the small clearing. The pond was clear and pristine, reflecting the azure sky and the clouds that hung above it, giving it a mirror-like quality. There were almost always ducks in this pond, though I couldn't see any today, no birds in the trees either. Maybe it was just too hot for them. I approached the edge of the pond and slipped off my boots and socks, danging my feet into the cool water. It was soothing after walking so far, and I watched the dragonflies skirt across the surface of the pond, landing on the water weeds to mate and feed. The pond was fairly deep, probably enough that I could stand waist, or maybe chest deep in it. I would have to bring a packed lunch next time I came this way, perhaps I could bring Vi for a picnic, would she appreciate walking getting in the way of her dinner?

I sat for a while, the grass soft beneath me and the water cool on my toes, the sound of the rustling trees serving as relaxing background noise. I might fall asleep if I wasn't careful, better head off home soon. As I began to get up I heard a sound in the trees, not the wind or a bird, but something larger and heavier. Suddenly I missed the comforting weight of my rifle over my shoulder. It couldn't be a Chryssalid, we hadn't seen any for months now, and they weren't ambush predators who stalked their prey. I waited with bated breath, straining to pick out the sounds amongst the rustling of the branches. I was encircled by trees, the sun casting dark shadows that would conceal anything that lurked within their boundaries, open to attack from any direction.

Quick as a flash something immensely heavy dropped from one of the trees, springing towards me faster than I could react and knocking me to the ground as it slammed into me. Something thick and muscular enclosed me like a fist, coiling around my body with its yellow scales.

"For God's sake Vi," I complained, her tail compressing my chest as she wound around me. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing all the way out here?"

She didn't have her tablet, but I knew her well enough to guess that she had been bored on her own at the house, and had decided to head me off and play a prank. She bit my neck softly, pricking my skin with her partially sheathed fangs, 'I got you'.

"Yeah yeah, somehow I don't see this as a huge achievement for you."

She compressed me playfully in reply, tightening her chubby coils around me and forcing a gasp from my mouth.

"Fine, you want to go back home?"

She shook her hooded head, her smile turning distinctly sly.

"What do you want then?"

She smirked as she looked down at me from above, extending her index finger and pressing it against my chest. 'I want you.' I felt my cheeks begin to redden as she leaned down and pressed her oversized lips against mine, her slippery tongue pushing past them and into my mouth for one of her draining kisses. I melted into her embrace, my arms trapped at my sides as she squeezed me, teasing me with the agile, wanton probing that she knew would turn my legs to jelly. She kissed me greedily, cradling my red face in her hands and slipping her roving organ deeper into my throat, made slick with her saliva. I gave in to her, relaxing and leaning against the fat rolls of her body that wound around me, her foot long tongue worming its way deep into my head.

I swooned, my head spinning as her warm, slippery tongue entangled my own and subjected me to a deep, powerful kiss. She leaned me back, shifting her long body to let me lie almost prone on her chubby tail, cushioning me as she leaned over to follow me down. Her lips stayed locked to mine as we switched position, the sultry roiling of her organ making my heart skip as she lowered me down.

She opened her fat lips with an exaggerated smack and made a show of withdrawing her tongue, making sure that I could see the obscene length of it as it curled back into her mouth, wet with thick strands of our saliva. She licked her lips, and gazed down at me, her shadow casting me into gloom as the sun beat down upon her back. She liked the warm weather, she spent a lot of time sunbathing on the roof of the barn, and it seemed to energize her as if she were solar powered. She felt warmer than usual, probably a combination of her sunbathing, and her burgeoning arousal.

She began to pop the buttons of my shirt, moving down slowly until the garment was splayed open and my chest was exposed. She dragged her claws gently from my collar to my waistline, gentle, but with enough pressure to make me me flinch as her claws drew red welts in my skin.

"W-What if someone sees us," I gasped, my head still spinning from her invasive kiss. She cocked her head at me and chuckled, 'who will find us here?' She was probably right, the only other farm for miles was Kadavy's and he had no reason to come out to the pond, and the trees concealed us from view of the road should the Mutons pass us on their way home.

Vi went back to work, lowering her head to press her spongy lips against my neck, planting a sucking kiss and pinching me with her fangs. I was a little worried that she might inject me with her maddening venom again, I'd never make it back home under my own power if she did, and a part of my brain that sought only thrills and lust almost wished she would. That didn't seem to be on the table today though, she contented herself with delivering non-venomous bites that electrified my body, pleasant shivers rolling down my spine as she mouthed and sucked. Her warm tongue escaped her mouth to wrap my throat as she nibbled my shoulder, crawling up my neck like a giant worm to slip into my ear and tease me. There was just something about having her play with my neck, those inch long fangs pressing against my jugular as her powerful tail immobilized me, the excitement and danger ever present as the killing blow was threatened yet never delivered. Maybe it made me insane, but I found her aggression irresistible.

She uncoiled her chubby tail from my torso to allow herself access to me, pressing her heavy breasts against my chest and sliding them down my body, her hard nipples pressing between their protective scales. Her soft, pale underbelly rubbed against my erection, as smooth as velvet as her boobs enveloped it. They were like fleshy bowling balls, large enough to completely encompass my member and bury it in her warm cleavage, she squeezed her breasts tighter and huffed with amusement as I bucked into them reflexively.

She began to move, slowly at first, keeping her ample bust squashed together so that her silky skin slid up the shaft. She lifted the massive orbs from below with her hands, fighting gravity for possession of them as their delicate fat spilled through her fingers, then let them fall heavily to impact my hips. She watched me with her yellow eyes, gauging my reaction as she twisted them, rubbing them against my shaft and teasing the head. She paused for a moment, opening her mouth and letting a thick glob of her saliva fall from her lips to roll between her boobs, wetting my cock in warm drool and making her breasts slippery. I wanted to reach down and play with them, sink my fingers into the yielding flesh, but she still had my arms pinned against my sides with her tail as she supported me from below.

She increased the pace of her movements, my throbbing erection encased in her inviting meat and lubricated by her spit, the almost imperceptibly small scales of her soft belly like satin on my skin. I bucked and writhed, trying to fuck her breasts, the weight of them almost too much for me to lift with my thrusts. She crossed her arms over them, their supple surfaces deforming around my member, and huffed her amusement at my struggling.

She went faster, her fat breasts falling with enough force to bruise, her grip on me growing ever tighter as she kneaded and squeezed them. She curled her sinuous neck so that she was peering down her cleavage, and shot me a lascivious glance before parting her lips and revealing her long tongue, winding out of her mouth like a snake in its own right and crawling down between her boobs. It sank into her flesh, and after a moment I felt its slippery, hot surface find the glans of my member and wind around it. I flinched, the powerful muscle sneaking beneath my foreskin to paint the tender head with her viscous saliva. I couldn't see what she was doing with it, both of our organs buried out of view in her ample chest, and so every stroke and lick was a surprise that sent stars dancing across my vision. She moved more slowly now, teasing me with the doughy flesh of her warm breasts, her worm-like tongue grazing my sensitive tip and creeping down my shaft. It was like an appendage in its own right, near a foot of pink, flexible muscle that she could use to manipulate objects as well as drive me to distraction with her probing kisses.

She circled the head of my cock and tightened her tongue like a noose, her saliva dripping from her parted lips onto her chest, rolling her boobs up and down my length. She leaned down, her neck as agile as her long tongue, and pushed her snout into the depth of her cleavage. She tugged my member towards her mouth with her tongue, and I groaned as she pulled it between her lips, wrapping them around the head. She sucked my member into her mouth, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat, the warm, slippery muscles struggling around me as she fought her gag reflex. She swallowed, saliva pooling around my twitching erection, her tight gullet rippling and milking me in waves. Her tongue teased the underside of my shaft, shifting and wriggling as she tried to accommodate me, and she somehow forced me even deeper down her throat. It was like being squeezed by a fist clad in damp silk, snug and firm, my back arching as she slid her tongue downwards to graze my balls.

She raised her head on her flexible neck, drawing back and letting my member rest between her breasts again, a copious mess of stringy saliva falling into her cleavage as her lips left my tip. She kneaded her breasts, squashing them together and spreading the mess, starting to slide them up and down my shaft again as the drool made everything slippery. Her skin was as smooth as glass, the scales even softer and more delicate than usual after she had shed, as if she had turned back time to a period of her life when she had been even more radiant and sensuous than when I had met her.