Warning: Sexual content and dark subject matter.

One Sunday evening, Rachel was sitting at home watching the weather report. Since she was home alone, the blonde woman wore a pink babydoll nightie. It was slightly transparent and her matching pink panties stuck out under the hem line.

Debby, the local weather girl, was on the screen talking in front of the weather map. She wore a tight suit that emphasized her bust. "We have a few clouds heading our way. It should be mostly sunny with highs in the late 80s, but we can expect to see some rain come Wednesday." She paused for a moment and her cherry smile faded from her face. "We have breaking news. I'm turning you over to Chet for more details."

The screen then switched over to a dark-haired man sitting behind a desk. "Thank you, Debby. We have recently received reports of strange lights in the night sky. Furthermore, we have just gotten conformation that a large, metallic object of unknown origin has landed in Glynn Park. It is believed this is the source of these mysterious lights."

An image appeared next to Chet. It was of a large, cigar shaped object sitting around several trees against the setting sun. It reminded Rachel of something else. There were a number of lights across the craft, including lines of them pointed at the ground for some reason.

"We’re now going to our man on the street, Larry, for more information on the object."

The image switched to the park, with Larry standing in the middle of the screen. Behind him was the strange ship. There were a few cops behind him, as well as a number of predominantly female onlookers. "Thank you, Chet. I'm here at Glynn Park, where the police have blocked off access to this strange craft. However, this hasn't stopped people from gathering around for a look. A few have even tried sneaking past the blockades."

The camera panned over to the crowd. There were a number of people cheering. Many held up cardboard signs saying things like "Welcome" and "Beam me up!" A few wore shirts depicting alien faces. Others were waving glow sticks over their heads.

"The origin of this massive aircraft is still unknown. Many have already speculated that it is an alien spacecraft and have gathered accordingly. Eyewitness reports stated it came out of the sky and gently landed here. However, there has been no activity from it since then." As he spoke, Larry slowly backed up towards the edge of the crowd, the camera following him. After coming to a stop, he turned and pointed his microphone at one of the spectators. “Excuse me, ma’am, do you have any thoughts on why nothing has happened since the ship landed moments ago?”

The woman Larry spoke to turned to face him. She had short black hair, wore sunglasses, and was dressed in a hot pink T-shirt with the words “WE COME IN” placed over a peace sign. She just shook her head at Larry’s question. “Beats me. But hey, aliens making contact with our world? That’s something to celebrate, right?” She giggled softly.

“Right…” Larry glanced off to the side at the woman’s response, but was soon interrupted by a loud buzzing sound, just as science-fictiony as the situation itself.

Just behind him, and in front of the crowd, there was movement from the ship. A previous hidden hatch opened. It lowered down, forming a ramp.

Larry turned to look at the ship again as the crowd cheered. "We have activity from the craft! Could these visitors be coming out to greet us?"

Soon, a strange figure emerged from the opening. It was like a large, metal vase with long, green vines protruding from the top. The vines moved around on their own. Slowly, the vase floated low about the ground and down the ramp. Another one soon followed.

"They are clearly not human, or like any other creature I have seen before." The camera zoomed in to the plant-like creatures as they drew closer to the group. This riled them up and it became harder for the police to hold them back.

Soon, a woman jumped over the barricade and ran to the closest alien. "Take me to space!"

However, things quickly took a turn for the worse. As the police struggled to keep the others in line, the alien shot its tentacles at the woman. At first, she embraced them, but soon she screamed as they wrapped around her arms and ripped the front of her shirt. Her bra soon followed suit as it stripped her naked. Due to the position of the camera, her chest was not visible.

A female cop rushed to her aid as much of the crowd backed away gasping. She ran to the side and shot the alien at close range, trying to avoid hitting the woman. However, it was to no avail, as the creature seemed unaffected.

There were now four of these monsters, and the second one grabbed the officer, grabbing her arms and making her drop her firearm. It started ripping off her clothes as well.

As more tentacles bound the two women, one of them making the woman deep-throat it, and the others moving toward the crowd, the video cut out. It then returned to the news room. Chet was dumbstruck at first, but soon resumed talking.

"What the fuck?" Rachel blinked. Deciding to see if Denise saw the report as well, she lowered the volume before picking up her phone. She listened to it ring until the other end picked up. "Hello, Denise? It’s me. Did you see the news?"

Denise replied "No, I’ve been writing a new story, so I haven’t had time."

"Well, turn on the news right now, some alien thing is attacking a bunch of women!"

There was a pause before Denise responded. "Ratchet, there’s no such thing as aliens. Have you been smoking pot again?"

"No, I mean it! Turn on the news, they're talking about the attack in Glynn Park right now." Glynn Park was only a few blocks away.

"Nice try, but I have a lot of work to do." Suddenly, there was a dull banging on the line. It sounded like someone was at the door. "What the fuck? Hold on while I get that."

“Okay,” Rachel replied before moving the phone away from her ear.

Denise set her own phone down, but left it on, and walked away. "Who is it?" There was the sound of the door opening. "W-What the hell are you!? Ahhhh! R-Ratchet, something’s grabbing me!" There was the sound of struggling and something fell over.

"Denise! What's going on there, honey?" Rachel shouted into the phone.

There was a taring sound. "My clothes! No, stop! I'm not into this kinky stuff! My friend Ratchet-err, Rachel! She loves tentacles. Go to her house and play with her!"

"Denise, do not sell me out like that!"

"Survival of the fittest! MMppphhh Pprrhhh!!" From then on, there was only muffled screaming, moaning, and then some kind of slurping sound. There was some sound of movement, and then nothing.

Rachel was frantic. "Denise, oh god! What’s going on there? I forgive you for selling me out, just please talk to me!!" However, there was no answer.

For a few minutes, Rachel was in a panic. She continued shouting into the phone, uncertain if there was anyone to hear her.

And then, there was a knock on her door. "Denise!" Thinking her friend had escaped and come to her, Rachel ran to the door and opened it. "Oh thank god you got... awa awa aahhhh! What the hell!?"

Before Rachel was the strange plant-like creature she had seen on the news. She could get a good look at all the tentacles sticking out of the top of the metal container.

She took a step back before the tentacles advanced towards her. They wrapped around her arms as they pushed her back, soon making their way under her nightie and sliding around her belly. One slid up between her breasts and out the top, then tearing her gown open.

"Stop that!" Rachel cried out as she struggled in its grip. She let out a moan as one slipped into her panties. She could not hide it, when hearing Denise moan and the lewd slurping sounds, her pussy got wet. Just like then, her bottom lips were just as glossy and wet. "What... what do you want?"

There was no answer from the mass of vines. Instead, once they finished stripping her naked, they molested her body, wrapping around her breasts and squeezing them. Another pressed against her lips and forced its way into her mouth.

"OOOommmm OOo!!!" Rachel moaned. She tasted some strange sap and her pussy started to get even wetter, her juices running down her thigh.

This prompted a reaction from the creature. Another tentacle slid between her legs. This one had something like a funnel at the end, which collected her juices.

Slowly, they molested Rachel. They teased her nipples and stroked her slit, but refused to enter her other than to force feed her the sap. This frustrated her, as her sex craved attention.

As she drank the sap, her skin started to become shiny and smooth. Soon, her body became soft and she lost what little power she had to fight back. After a few minutes, she just relaxed and came, her juices squirting into the funnel like wine.

In time, the thick tentacle vacated Rachel's mouth. She gasped for breath before moaning. The taste of the strange sap was still on her lips. For a moment, she just went limp and let it have its way with her.

However, this was short lived as another tentacle pressed against her foot. This was a little thicker than most of the others, and it had an orifice at the end. It started sucking on her foot, compressing it and pulling it inside.

"What the hell?" Rachel struggled weekly as the tentacles bought her legs together. Soon, both were being squished and pulled into the living tube. She moaned as she felt herself press against its inner walls and pulled deeper into it. "Oohhh god! Feeells oodd ooo oooh good... cumming again…" More of her juices leaked out, still being collected by the funnel.

After a moment, she felt 15 feet long and could still wiggle her toes. The funnel pulled away as it got to her crotch. As her womanhood was pressed against itself, she came again and again, some of her juices gushing out of the tentacle.

It felt strangely enjoyable, being squished like this. She didn't know why or how she was even still alive, but she didn't want it to stop. As her feet entered some sort of chamber, the tentacle reached her breasts. Soon, she let out another load moan as they were pressed against her chest, and she lactated as her melons were squeezed. She wanted so badly to touch herself right now, but even if her arms weren't bound, her sex was beyond her reach.

She continued to be pulled deeper into the creature. She let out one final moan before her head was pulled in. It released her arms, but at that point, they were no help and could only flail about until they too were pulled in.

Within a flesh-like chamber, her body was retaking its normal shape. Her feet and legs expanded once they were no longer bound. In a few minutes, Rachel's body was pushed in and she was forced into the fetal position. Despite it being pitch black and filled with a strange liquid, she was still in a state of bliss. As soon as her arms were free, she reached down to touch herself.

"That was a fun ride." She smiled to herself, unaware of what was happening to her. The liquid sloshed around as she could feel the creature moving. "Why does the smell remind me of Denise? I can't feel her in here."



Before the sun rose, the plant-like aliens returned to Glynn Park. The dozen or so space monsters passed over the shredded cloth and leather wrappings their meals seemed to enjoy wearing.

They entered their ship, one by one. Inside were small chambers against the wall in the cargo hold. Each had been loaded with the human females that had been gathered. Many were attracted by the pheromones they had released and had gathered around the craft before they disembarked. Others had been collected from the nearby dwellings.

Each pod had air laced with pheromones funneled into it. This was to help keep the occupants docile until it was time for feeding. As one of the creatures passed a holding cell, it noticed that it contained two human females. Given the size of the chamber, they were pressed against each other. They didn't seem to mind as their bare bodies rubbed against each other and their primary facial orifices pressed against each other as they moaned.

The alien spoke in a sort telepathy. Humans couldn't perceive it, but to their own kind, it was perfectly understandable. "Who stuffed two cattle into the same box?"

Another spoke up. "Those two wouldn't be separated. They kept grabbing onto each other, so I had to lock them up together. We have rationed them for when we return home. What's the harm in having one more?"

"True. These creatures certainly are a delicacy. If I wasn't so full, I would have another. It rubbed a tentacle against the glass.

"I had to stop at five. That should last me a while, but I can't wait to taste the sweet juices of another one." The other alien did what passes for chucking in their race. "All the chambers are full and all crew members have returned from foraging. It's time to get on with our mission. We best prepare for take-off."

"So be it." They moved away to take their seats.

The third planet of the Sol system was known for one thing above all else: the excellent flavor and nutrition of the primitive species called human. The adult females were particularly fertile. Most of the crew had already started sprouting pods after gorging themselves. The pod this one was growing seemed to be collection the essence of the blonde woman it had consumed after visiting her friend.

This had made the planet a popular rest stop on long trips. Just the place to resupply. They had to be careful not to stay to long, as they could easily grow fat from the abundant population. All too soon, they had to say goodbye to this simple world as their craft left the planet's atmosphere.

Earth girls are tasty.

The End