Alienable Rights
political satire
4
New Capital
MEANWHILE, somewhere over the rainbow, Darrell and Janelle were helping the aliens plan their invasion.
“We’ll land this at the airport in Washington, DC. Everyone will come out to greet us and we’ll just announce the takeover on TV. People won’t even know we’re aliens until after the announcement. We’ll all copy the bodies of the people on the plane. In a few weeks, we’ll start dropping these guys and the others we’ve taken over the past hundred years in random places all over the country. People will assume they’re just aliens, too.” Haro said.
“Hmm. I might have a better idea,” Darrell said. “Washington, DC is a cesspit and it’s way too far from most of the country for people to care if it’s been invaded. It’s irrelevant. We could do it with fewer invaders and make people believe we’re all over the country.”
“I do like the way you say we,” Zeta said, stroking Darrell’s always hard cock. She found Janelle’s hand there at the same time and grinned at the humans.
“Fill us in on your idea,” Haro said.
“My hometown is smack dab in the middle of the country. Easy to reach for anyone. Plus, it’s small. If we take over a small town in the Midwest, people will automatically think we’ve got troops in every part of the country. Land a plane full of people in Washington—or better yet, a flying saucer—and people there will panic and go crazy.
“The president will be launched into the air in Air Force One. Watch for that and bring him onboard. No one will know he disappeared because he’ll be out of radar contact anyway as a safety protocol. If you can copy bodies, copy his, too. Then when we land, you can announce that there was an invasion of Washington and members of congress may actually be aliens. They’ll be too confused suspecting each other to do anything. Announce that you’ve moved the capital to Longview, Kansas during this time of emergency so you can more easily respond to needs nationwide. Oh, and mention that you negotiated with the aliens for the release of these passengers who you have subsequently appointed to the cabinet, senate, and congress.”
“What about the Supreme Court?” Haro asked as he pulled Janelle onto his lap and began growing his erection into her.
“Everybody already thinks they’re aliens,” Darrell said.
“I’ll run it by high command as soon as I finish this mating. I mean meeting. Oh, baby, you’re good!” Haro moaned.
“Do me more!” Janelle cried out. “Let me suck on one of your tentacles. Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
They worked on the timing of events, what the aliens who land in DC should look like, when to snatch the president’s plane, and when to make their landing in Kansas. This was going to be a great day. They’d covertly land a few aliens in Longview early dressed up in Halloween costumes so they could have a welcoming committee in place. It was Halloween, after all. Everyone would expect crazy clowns, witches, hobos, and sexy bare-butt nuns. Longview called itself the Halloween capital of the world. Everyone dressed up for this holiday. People came from all over to parade around town in their costumes and go to the haunted church.
Everyone except the Evangelicals and Pentecostals. Everybody figured they were already in costume anyway.
There was an issue of where to stay, even though the aliens didn’t really have a regular sleep clock.
“There’s a suitable place for the president,” Darrell said. “One guy in town has an eight-foot wall around his compound. It’s well-stocked with food and weapons. Um… That latter could be a problem. He’s a gun freak and is always armed.”
“We have excellent negotiators,” Zeta said. “We’ll get him to give up his compound without a shot being fired. Or with a shot. Whichever works.”
It was decided that Darrell and Janelle would play themselves in the charade. Darrell fully intended to take Janelle home with him and just tell Stacy that she was part of a harem now. He figured he’d bring Kristin with him. That would give Stacy some help with the little tyke. She’d be okay with that.
The supreme commander approved the invasion plan and congratulated Haro and the rest of the planning team on the unusual battle plan. By the time the full invasion force arrived the next day, the country would be mostly pacified. The ‘president’ would order the armed forces to stand down because we were allies visiting to strengthen the country’s position in the world.
They estimated fifty-five to sixty percent of the adult population of the US would believe the whole thing was fake news and go about their day as previously planned. Thirty-five to forty percent would believe the president was a fucking genius who had negotiated with space aliens and made the country twice as powerful as it had ever been. The other five percent would believe the story of the aliens and would attempt to fight them off. The aliens considered that an acceptable amount of collateral damage.
“Zeta, I have concerning news,” an alien said, coming into the situation room.
Zeta and Haro were two of the principal officers of the aliens, so it wasn’t unusual for people to rush in with reports. They were the ones in charge of abductions for the past several decades.
“What is it, Dola?” Zeta asked.
“It’s about your daughter.”
Everyone froze. The two humans had never heard that Zeta had a daughter. She inhaled deeply and her human form fell away from the tentacled alien.
“Speak!” Zeta said.
“She was to have been dropped at the target in the second wave. Orin is a fairly new saucer driver and miscalculated the landing zone. He came in low over Texas and some cowboys started shooting at the saucer. He bounced into the desert and many of the landing party members were thrown from the saucer.”
“Have they been captured?” Haro asked in alarm.
“No. The damage was superficial and Orin got the saucer back in the air. He thought he had all the passengers, but when they landed in Kansas and disembarked, Ohna was not on board. Orin cautiously scouted the area where they’d landed, but could find no sign of her,” Dola concluded her report.
She stood aside, possibly fearing what Zeta’s reaction would be. Gradually, Zeta’s human form returned to her. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
“After we’ve completed the mission tomorrow, we’ll mount a search,” Zeta said. “Ohna knows and understands her earth survival skills. She may be in hiding and we’ll find her. If she’s been captured, there will be reports once we land. Something tells me, though, that Ohna is still in transit. She might make it to Longview before we do.”
“Let’s assess any damage we have to the landing saucer and make sure Orin gets some remedial flight training,” Haro said.
Everyone went back to work.
Ohn’a. Maybe if she’d crashed in Hawai’i people could pronounce it. In Texas, she’d be thankful if they just said Oh No.
She was lucky she got thrown out of the saucer where she did. It was remote and there were no people in view. She’d bounced all the way across a ridge and before she could get back to the saucer, Orin had everyone back in and had taken off again. See if he ever gets laid again. At least not by her!
She needed to get a move on. The folks who shot at the saucer would all be mounted in their pickup trucks and racing to where they thought it had crashed. Ohna wanted to be miles away before they got there. It looked like Texas. She’d studied American geography, and knew Kansas was north. She headed that direction, discarding the wooden shoes and little Dutch pinafore that was supposed to be her costume when they landed in Longview. She morphed into her tentacled alien form. It moved a lot faster than the human form.
If her assumption was correct and she was in Texas, it was four or five hundred miles to Longview, Kansas. She was going to need transportation. Preferably something that came with a driver. She needed to practice a little before she just jumped behind a wheel and took off.
She’d run north for a few miles when she finally saw a house ahead. A bang rang out from the house while Ohna was still some distance away. She saw a white pickup raise a cloud of dust as it tore away from the little house and up a dirt road.
Perfectly good transportation just too far away for her to catch it. Ohna hurried to the house and looked in.
A naked woman was lying on the floor of the living room, bleeding from her chest.
The aliens were all indoctrinated before they started this invasion. They weren’t to harm anyone if it could be helped. They all knew that anyone who was injured during this period would blame it on the aliens. Didn’t seem fair, but it was the human way. Ohna just knew she needed to help the bleeding woman.
Fortunately, over the past fifty years, she’d learned a fair amount about human physiology and medicine. Primitive stuff. She shifted back into her human shape and rushed inside. She had her own first aid kit in a pouch of her hip. Not on her hip. In her hip.
The wounded woman was in bad shape, but Ohna was able to extract the bullet and close the wound. The way the woman stared at her, she wondered if her tentacles were showing.
“You should heal up fine now,” Ohna said. “Okay?”
“Who are you and how’d you get here?”
“I was kind of hiking,” Ohna said. “I heard the shot and came running.”
“How can I thank you? I thought I’d die right here on the floor. And why were you hiking naked?”
“Yeah. I sort of lost my costume and could use some different clothes. Got anything I could borrow?”
“Sure. I don’t know if they’ll fit, though. We’re a little different,” the woman said.
“I can fix that,” Ohna said. “I’m Ohna. I’m from outer space and I need to meet my family in Longview, Kansas.”
“Outer space? Are you one of the aliens the president was posting about? Are you going to eat us all?”
“Oh, no! We don’t eat people. We’re trying to save the world. What’s your name?”
Ohna remembered to close up her hip pouch.
“I’m Cecelia Warden.”
Cecelia wasn’t sure why she was so comfortable being naked in front of this naked alien stranger, but she’d been taking her clothes off at the BlaQ Diamond since she was eighteen. It seemed natural. Besides, this Ohna was really sexy. Right in front of Cecelia’s eyes, Ohna started to morph into her perfect double.
“Oh, hell, yes!” Cecelia cried. “I wondered what it was about me that gave guys a hard-on! I’d fuck you if I had a dick!”
“Later,” Ohna said. “Could you get us both some clothes? I don’t think it will be safe for you to stay out here alone. That shooter might come back to finish the job.”
“Damn Bobby Bill. Followed me out here and then wouldn’t pay for the privilege. Can I come to Longview with you? We can be twins!” Cecelia said.
“Sure, honey. We just need to get moving pretty quickly.”
Ohna had even copied Cecelia’s Texas accent. Cecelia opened a closet and pointed.
“Whatever you want!”
“Yeah. Like I said. Later,” Ohna sighed. She empathized with Cecelia’s interest in fucking her. She’d mount the girl in a second if she had a second to spare.
The humans she’d looked at when selecting one for her body were all in cold storage. Ohna had never actually been in the presence of and interacting with a real naked human woman before. She could feel a lot of twitching going on in her genitals.
“I hate to cover any of that up, but if we have to travel all the way across Oklahoma, we’d better put regular clothes on,” Cecelia said.
She handed a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt to Ohna, then chose an almost identical outfit for herself. She never bothered with underwear or a bra, so didn’t offer one to Ohna. She was a perfect match for Cecelia, right down to her shaved pussy. Even the boots fit her. Cecelia handed her a hat and grabbed her purse.
“You don’t have any ID, do you?” Cecelia asked.
“No. I’m a real live undocumented alien.”
“We’ll have to share mine. And you can call me Cece. We’ll take my car.”
They headed out the back door and Cece led Ohna to a garage containing a bright yellow Mustang. The car threw a cloud of dust behind it as they headed toward the freeway.
Thursday night, Stacy had just finished helping Willis Davies unload a burden he’d been carrying in his balls all day. Of course, he gave her a nice cash gift before he left but really, Stacy screwed him just because he was Kristin’s father and the elementary school principal. She kept a close eye on that little bitch. Darrell wasn’t the only one fucking that little eighteen-year-old cunt. Stacy liked the taste of pussy, too.
She had just stepped out of a refreshing shower and was wrapped in a towel when she heard a knock on her door. Without bothering to dress, she ran downstairs in her towel to see who was there at ten o’clock at night. If it was another guy who just wanted to help her a little, she wouldn’t need clothes anyway. She’d have to tell him that he should come to the back door if he wanted something like that.
She was surprised to find Bert Beeson, the town mayor, at her front door.
“Mr. Mayor. Uh… How can I help you?” she asked, clutching at the towel.
“Stacy, I have something you need to see,” he said officiously.
Most guys just sent her dick pics. She didn’t have to look at them live. Oh, well.
“Come in. Please excuse the way I’m dressed. Or not dressed. Just got out of the shower, you know.”
“How you dress or don’t dress in your own home is your business,” he said, pulling out his phone.
He came here to show me his dick pic in person?
“Please don’t ask how I happened upon this. Let’s just say, I’m acquainted with Janelle Cummbridge,” Bert said.
“Janelle Cummbridge?” Stacy asked. “Sounds like a porn star.”
“Well… yes. She has an Only Fans page. Her site went dark Tuesday evening when she was expected to be online doing a performance. Fans have been getting concerned, but this evening, she posted a cryptic message that said, ‘On DCA1427.’ I’m sure you know that flight number. It’s the plane your husband was on that went missing.”
“And the post went up tonight?” Stacy asked. “Does that mean they’re all alive somewhere?”
“We don’t know. I checked the passenger list and, of course, Janelle Cummbridge is just a stage name and it wasn’t listed on the airline’s list of passengers that was released this afternoon. She could have sent this before the plane crashed, or whatever it did, and just set it to post on Thursday. Performers often pre-record and set their post for a certain day and time of release,” Bert said.
“You know a lot about this stuff,” Stacy grinned at him. Her towel seemed to be coming loose.
“As mayor of this fine town, I need to keep up with what is happening that might affect our fine citizens,” Bert sniffed. “But I thought you should see this.”
He handed his phone to Stacy and pressed the play button.
“I’m here with my new friend DG. We’re getting to know each other really well. Say something DG.”
“I found something here that will make this flight worthwhile!”
Darrell had his arm around the girl in the next seat and gave her a squeeze.
“That no good lying cheating son of a bitch!” Stacy said. “Where are they?”
“It’s obvious the recording has been edited and it ends abruptly. Um… Right after they had sex in the toilet. I don’t know if it was before the plane disappeared or if it was sent from someplace afterward. I’m sorry, Stacy.”
Stacy jumped up from the sofa where she’d been sitting next to Bert to watch the video. Her movement was so fast that she left the towel on the sofa. All Bert could do was stare at the nineteen-year-old.
“I’ll kill him! I’ll kill her! I’ll kill myself!” she said, stomping around her living room.
Bert had the presence of mind to switch to record on his phone. He thought he was being sneaky, but Stacy was all over him.
“Great idea! We’ll record a little vengeance for my dear husband,” Stacy said, approaching Bert and straddling him, right above his phone. This was better than anything he’d seen on OF. “Let’s get that big boner out of your pants, honey. Keep recording as you slide it right into my bare pussy. No, don’t worry about a condom. If I get pregnant, Good Times Darrell will just have to raise it knowing it’s my vengeance baby. God, yes! Why have you been hiding this big boy? Why are you single? I know a dozen girls who would kill to have a beast like this in their pussy. Yeah! Pump it in and out. I’m going to make you cum in a flood. And you just keep recording as my pussy lets your cum run out of me. Sorry, Miss Cummbridge. You got the short end of the dick, so to speak. Yes! Cum in me!”
Bert was obedient and flooded her pussy. He kept recording as she lifted off him and his semen began to run out of her.
“Now send me both of those vids,” Stacy commanded, grabbing her towel. “And get out of here. I don’t do guys for free, but that vid is payment enough.”
Bert sent her the two videos and then stuffed his cock back in his pants. He almost ran to the door and out into the night. He’d be playing that one over and over tonight.
No matter how exciting the day had been for people in the town, it was only Thursday night. They had to go to work and to school the next day. Even BJ’s Roadhouse out on the highway out of town was empty early as people headed home to sleep. When it came right down to it, Longview was just a sleepy little Midwestern town, but Friday would be a big day. It was Halloween!
So, no one was awake when a saucer landed at midnight out in the very cornfield where Brett had worked with his buddy Sheldon to create a corn maze. It came in with no lights, but it was hot enough on entry to glow a little and singe a circle in the middle of the maze. That would raise Brett’s eyebrows!
A hundred aliens disembarked from the saucer, each wearing the identity of one of the thousands of people they’d abducted over the past couple of centuries. The originals were in cold storage up in space and would be dropped off in different parts of the world after the invasion was completed.
Until then, thousands of aliens were up there trying on different looks as if they were in Abercrombie and Fitch. There was a lot of alien laughter as they commented on each other’s looks and whether anyone would be able to tell they weren’t human. Darrell and Janelle walked through the changing rooms, criticizing some looks and praising others. Wherever they went the aliens wanted their opinion of the body they’d put on. They were quite the celebrities.
Zeta, Haro, and the rest of the DCA1427 flight crew, of course, already had bodies they were comfortable with. They’d been making trips into the US for a century or more. But Janelle helped them select clothes to take with them so they didn’t always have to wear their flight uniforms.
Clothing was one of the biggest issues. Over half of the costumes that had been prepared were at least fifty years out of date. Some had been copied from other countries that had completely different styles. Most of these could be used for Halloween costumes, but for daily wear, they were far out of date.
Makeup was applied, masks tried on, and hundreds of Halloween costumes were prepared. Each alien had a small bag with a change of clothes, and when they were costumed and presentable, they boarded the shuttle saucer and were dropped off near where they would need to be in the morning.
In Longview, the hundred aliens in the advance deployment were all dressed in Halloween costumes that concealed the identity of the wearer. It wasn’t so much that they were afraid someone would recognize them. Longview was a community of a little over 3,750 souls, and people were familiar enough with each other that having strangers walking around in town would be a serious risk that someone would stop them and ask them who they were.
They all had a cookie cutter story about passing through or hearing Longview was the center of the country and had a great Halloween celebration. If a person heard enough of the stories, he’d recognize that they were all essentially the same.
There was a selection of scary clowns who had a backstory of having been on set for a new horror film and thought they’d visit nearby Longview for the Halloween festival. A number of animal costumes were explained as being people attending a furry convention in Salina who had decided to attend the festivities in Longview. Thirteen ‘men and women’ in traditional Dutch costumes complete with wooden shoes said they had been at a family heritage reunion some twenty miles away and heard Longview was the place to celebrate Halloween. There were eighteen different themes, but they all had a similar backstory. It was the best Darrell and Janelle could come up with.
The aliens who were dropped in more densely populated areas didn’t worry so much about Halloween backstories or costumes. It was far less likely that they would be identified as a stranger when the place had a few million people who were all strangers to each other. Copying a hundred-year-old specimen was no problem, as long as he or she was dressed in contemporary clothing.
Saucer after saucer full of aliens were dropped without incident overnight. No one was the wiser.
