Personal Space Invaders

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What if the alien is so hot that YOU to want to experiment on HIM?


Jody’s lived a rough life. When her dad left her the farm, she did everything she could to get it out of debt and away from the hands of the bank. And she’s almost there, even if it did mean sacrificing her dating life to find the extra hours to make ends meet.


It didn’t really matter, though. She may be peppy and easy-going, but the farmer boys she wanted didn’t seem to be interested in her curves, preferring little waifs to her Big Beautiful Womanness.


But that’s about to change. Tonight, she’s got a visitor from the stars, and her body is exactly what they’ve been looking for. If she’s up to the task, he’ll teach her a few new things, including an act she’s never contemplated before…


The aliens have already run their tests, though, and they know she’s going to love it.


Warning: This 5,400 word story contains graphic descriptions of sex with both a human shifter and a series of invasive probes. All participants are above the age of 18, as should be all readers.


Excerpt:


Nebraska wasn’t exactly known for much more than its wide open, sweeping views of nothing, and tonight wasn’t any different. Jody lay in the back of her dad’s old pickup, the one he’d bought in 1954 and kept on keeping on until he’d passed and left it to her. She got the farm too, and the tractors.


And the debt. Jody knew there wasn’t anything her father could have done about that, just like she knew how hard it had been for him to go knowing that was the way it had to be. He’d busted his ass every single day of his life, at least all of the twenty five that she’d got to share with him, but it hadn’t been enough.


She let out a sigh. Would it ever be enough? The bank was always calling, sometimes extending her credit that she knew she shouldn’t be accepting, even though without it one thing or another, some silo or dam or crop wouldn’t be made right and she’d lose more money than it would cost her to fix.


And then there were the other times they called. The times when it was the manager and not some no-name weasel loan officer on the other end of the phone. The times she had to hold back tears every time they used her father’s name, like they still owned him and got the right to dangle his memory in front of her like you do to a cat with a ball of yarn.


Screw ‘em, she though, even though there was never a follow up thought to that. There wasn’t a way to screw them, not for real. The bank always won, and if there was a city hall out here, two hundred miles from Omaha, you couldn’t fight it either. She was pretty sure of that…


Still, she had the farm. It wasn’t hers, but it was more hers than it had been last year, and even more than it had been the year before. Her father had been a hard worker, but he hadn’t changed with the times. Jody was finding that her hard work and savvy investing was paying off, and she knew that in the next five years the land could be in her name and not in that of the bank, if she played her cards right.


So she was giving herself this little break, out here beneath the wide open blank of the sky and the thousands of twinkling stars. She’d worked every bit as hard as her dad had, these last few years, and an hour or so laying in the bed of his pickup looking up at the great beyond didn’t count as time wasting, not in her book.


It was more like praying.

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