The two men obeyed in amusement. Then he opened the door a tiny crack, just enough for each man to stick an eyeball into. They looked. At first they saw nothing, just a lit room and the corner of a bed. Then they heard a creak of movement and their bodies stiffened. A foot moved into their limited line of sight. It looked like a normal human foot, except for one thing. It was blue.

By Jamillia Greene

The meteor crater that had appeared two years ago had been a big tourist draw for the small Mexican town. However, once one saw that it was just a big hole in the ground, the fascination with the whole scene quickly disappeared. Brandon was complaining about this to his buddy Marcus as they sat at the bar at the resort. They were former college roommates, frat brothers and football teammates. It had been a couple of years since they had graduated, and they were anxious for some of the wild times they used to have in school. So they decided to take a road trip down to Mexico to check out the crater, drink some booze and pick up chicks.

“Yeah, I saw a few scorch marks, but it was just a big hole surrounded by a bunch of dirt. I can see dirt and holes in my backyard.” He took a swig from his Corona beer.

“Dude, it was just a meteor crater. I don’t know what you were expecting to see,” laughed Marcus.

“How about some dismembered alien limbs or the lasers off a spaceship or anything extra terrestrial. Anything to stroke a guy’s imagination.”

A warm night breeze blew through the humid outdoor bar. It ruffled the hems of the sun dresses of the women on the dance floor, drawing the eyes of the two twenty-five year old males to their tan, sweat sheened legs, up to their thighs. The wind then gave them glimpses of the treasures hidden further up.

Brandon slouched in his seat. “Vacations mean no strings attached sex. So where’s mine?”

“I know what you mean. The women in this resort have been cold as hell,” agreed Marcus. “I wonder if there’s a bar with easier chicks.”

“We should probably ask the locals.”

As if summoned by an incantation, a short, very tanned man wearing a wide brimmed straw hat, loose khaki pants and a faded Hawaiian shirt walked up to them and in between the stocky Brandon and Marcus.

He removed the hand rolled cigarette he was smoking from his mouth and blew a puff of smoke into the air before he spoke.

“Hello boys. You seem awfully lonely here all by yourselves. The ladies not biting tonight?”

“You got that right,” said Brandon slightly annoyed. He eyed the man suspiciously.

“Well, that’s too bad. I may be able to help you out with that,” he winked. “Say, I assume you two have checked out that crater out there, am I right?”

“Yeah, you’re right again my friend,” quipped Marcus. “You must hustle a lot of tourist like us.”

The shady man laughed loudly. “No, no my friends. I’m just here to offer you some truly unique entertainment tonight.”
This piqued their interest somewhat as nothing was really going on in the bar. They knew eccentric locals always provided an amusing time and they were aching for some fun.

“What sort of unique entertainment?” asked Brandon skeptically, but with an interested smirk on his face.

“Well you see, that crater out there wasn’t made by a meteor. It was made by a ship from out there.” He pointed to the stars in the night sky causing Brandon and Marcus to look up. “A spaceship.”

Both men burst out laughing.

“Yeah right old man,” said Marcus drinking his beer.

“I’m not joking,” the local replied with a wry smile. He then bent down closer to their ears and whispered, “There were aliens on that ship too. Would you like to meet one of them?”

Brandon and Marcus started laughing even harder.

“You must think we’re really stupid,” laughed Marcus patting the man on the shoulder. “Thanks, but no thanks. We don’t want to see some idiot you paid pretending to be an alien.”

“Oh come on, bro,” Brandon persuaded. “This is the kind of shit we came to see and might be our only chance to ever meet an alien. I think this is our lucky night. Besides, there’s nothing going on here. What do you say?”

“Shit, why not. But wait…” He cocked an eyebrow. “How much is this gonna cost us?”

The local man seemed to consider for a second. “Well, since I like you guys, ten U.S. dollars each for me to take you to see the alien,” he said in a normal speaking voice. Then he dropped to a whisper. It will cost you more if you choose to do anything more with her.

“Her?” said Brandon surprised. “She’s… it’s a her?”

The man winked and took another puff of his cigarette. “Sure is. Interested?”

“Might as well.”

“Let’s do this!” shouted Brandon.

They ordered a round of tequila shots for extra confidence in their first encounter with another kind. After they downed them, they followed the man, who introduced himself as Hector, out of the bar to his jeep. The two friends paid him twenty dollars and they were off.

They spent about ten minutes on the main street then turned off onto a side dirt road. From there they bounced down several rugged roads in the open air of the jeep. They drove through what seemed like a dense, dark jungle. Thick foliage swooshed past their arms and heads. Fern leaves hit the windows and bats flew through the air as they chased their nightly dinner.

After about half an hour of this, they saw some lights in the distance. They looked like the floodlights of a house. They then entered a clearing and this proved to
be just the case.

It was a small, wooden house in the middle of the jungle.

“Wow, this place sure isn’t creepy,” Marcus said sarcastically.

“Well, ya know an alien is big news. We want to keep this a secret. Don’t want the government to come breaking down our door,” said Hector.

“Yeah, and destroy your big operation.” Marcus rolled his eyes.

“I’m tired of waiting. Let’s see this alien,” Brandon declared.

Hector parked the jeep and escorted the two men to the house. He then rapped on the front door with a series of two and then three knocks, obviously a code.

After a moment, a man in a stained baby blue shirt opened the door. When he saw that his associate had brought customers, he smiled widely at them with several missing teeth.

“Welcome gentlemen,” he said with a thick accent. Hector spoke English much better than his partner, which is why he was the one roping in the customers.

He stepped away from the door to let the three men in.

Inside were two dirty red velvet couches along one wall, an unlit fireplace opposite them and a door in the farthest wall away from the men. Hector waved a hand motioning them to the doors.

“This way, this way,” he said.

their breath.

As Hector approached the door, he pulled out a key. He placed it into the keyhole and leaned into the door.

“Come closer,” he said.

The two men obeyed in amusement. Then he opened the door a tiny crack, just enough for each man to stick an eyeball into. They looked. At first they saw nothing, just a lit room and the corner of a bed. Then they heard a creak of movement and their bodies stiffened. A foot moved into their limited line of sight. It looked like a normal human foot, except for one thing. It was blue.

Hector abruptly shut the door.

“Hey!” shouted Brandon.

“If you want to see more, that will be another ten dollars.”

“What?! This is a ripoff. We barely even saw anything,” exclaimed Marcus. “For all we know you just painted some chick’s foot blue.”

“Ah, well you see I have four kids to feed at home and it’s expensive taking care of an alien ya know?”

“Forget this. Let’s go back to the hotel,” said Marcus disgustedly.

“Wait, wait. How about only five more dollars for you each. And I promise you’ll get to see the whole alien. No more surprise fees.”

They looked at each other for a second and sighed.

Brandon pulled out a ten dollar bill and tossed it to him.

Hector smiled graciously and turned back to the door.

“Ready boys?”

He opened the door wide. What the two men saw standing before them in the room nearly caused them to stop breathing.

Standing before them was a beautiful naked cyan colored female alien, complete with two legs, four arms, a tail and three breasts. Her eyes were the color of the daytime sky and her hair was long and wavy like the waves of the ocean.

“Wow,” was all Brandon could manage when his breath finally caught up to him.

“That’s a great makeup job,” Marcus said skeptically.

“Not makeup my friend. Just a full blooded alien. You can try her out for yourself and feel how real her alien parts are.” He winked. “She’s all there for your pleasure, for the right price that is,” Hector said winking.

The two guys stared at him in disbelief.

“What are you saying exactly,” asked Marcus warily. “That we can have sex with it, err, her, err, whatever.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he winked again. “Just imagine how freaky sex with an alien could be. And believe me, it’s quite an experience.” He laughed while ribbing his partner with his elbow.

Marcus looked appalled, but a smile was creeping across Brandon’s face.

prostitute.” Marcus waved his hands in front of him vehemently.

“I think I’ll give her a go,” Brandon smiled mischievously.

“Excellent”, said Hector, “That will be one hundred American dollars.”

Brandon looked at the alien female lasciviously. He was enticed and aroused by her exotic body. ‘Sex with her would be quite an adventure,’ he thought. As he was checking her out, he noticed a shackle on her right ankle. She was chained to the bed. He knew Hector was up to no good, what with all his winking and everything. He started to feel a little bad. But when would he have the chance to fuck an alien again?

The alien swished her tail languidly and winked at him as he perused her body. Brandon was too intrigued. He decided to go though with it. He would notify the authorities after their “encounter.”

He pulled a one hundred dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the practically salivating Hector.

“Thank you my good friend. I assure you that you will have a fun time. It’s like no other experience in the world.” He winked.

Brandon entered the room. Marcus began to follow him. He definitely did not want to have sex with her, but he wanted to see if she really was authentic. Normally he wouldn’t be so nosey, but he thought that a bro wouldn’t mind another bro watching in this sort of situation. However, Hector blocked him with his arm.

“I’m sorry friend, but you will have to wait out here. That is unless you want to pay one hundred dollars as well.”
“No thanks man.” Marcus called after Brandon. “Hey bro, you’d better fill me in on the details when you’re done,” he said grinning.

“You know I will,” Brandon replied. Hector then shut the door to the room. Brandon now stood alone in the room with the alien. She lay stretched out on the bed, leaning against a pillow and playing with her tail.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, Hi. My name is Brandon.” He pointed at his chest. “Do you understand me?” To his surprise, she responded
Yes. I have learned a few languages of your planet,” she said in English.
“That’s nice. So what is your name then? And what planet do you come from?”
“I am Ana5jilelijfdj from the planet Adjeilaeej I eheilndlkf.”
Brandon stared blankly at her while his brain futilely tried to process the sounds coming from her mouth

“The ones that keep me here call me Ana. You can call me that as well.” “Yes. Ana. I can pronounce that,” he laughed nervously. “

“Yes. Ana. I can pronounce that,” he laughed nervously. “So they are keeping you here against your will.”
“They will not let me return to my ship so that I may contact my people for help.”
“So you’re kinda like ET huh?” He joked.

She looked at him quizzically.

“Well, in any case, it’s wrong for them to keep you here. So how about this, let me finish what I came here to do and I’ll see what I can do about getting you out of
here.”

“Agreed. You appear to be a good specimen for mating and I am very anxious to get back to my ship.” She set her blue eyes on him and stared at him lustfully.

“All right then!” He grinned broadly and pulled off his pants. He jumped into bed with her and promptly began fondling her breasts. Brandon was quite amused and titillated by the fact that he actually had three to play with. He then began exploring her tail with his hands. This produced soft cooing sounds from Ana, which he interpreted as her being aroused. Brandon grew even harder and decided it was time for the sex experiment to begin.

He whipped out his engorged manhood. Ana lay on the bed sultrily and kept cooing. Brandon spread her legs open and saw his target, a moist dark blue cavern. He was relieved to find that things down there were similar enough to a human female’s anatomy. Brandon took a deep breath, laid on top of her and inserted his dick. He felt the hot, moist tightness of Ana and was awash in lust. His first few thrusts were pure ecstasy. The blue goo that gathered around his crotch was the slipperiest he had ever experienced.

Suddenly, sharp, intense pains shot through his crotch. What felt like razor blades penetrated the circumference of his shaft. He yelled out in anguish. It was the
loudest sound he had ever made in his life.
“I am sorry Brandon.” He heard Ana say through the fog of pain. “But you cannot be trusted. All the others promised to free me as well, but they never returned.
You are also the best specimen I have encountered. The others were of an inferior stock. I will make sure you will help me this time and will take you with me.”

Ana raised her tail from under her body.

“I’ll do anything you say,” Brandon screamed. “Just take your teeth out of my dick!”

“I will in a moment.” A metallic looking stinger revealed itself at the end of her tail. She then drove the stinger deep into the side of Brandon’s thigh. He let out another yelp and then passed out. Ana removed her stinger and released Brandon’s bloodied penis. She then took her finger and tasted his blood.

“Yes, he is a good specimen for mating,” she said to herself. She cleaned and bandaged his penis with white strips she had torn from the bed sheets. She had damaged it some, but it would heal. After she had put his pants back on him, she let out a series of guttural whistles and Brandon sat up straight from the bed in a trance.

The venom from her stinger, which she only produced when she was sexually aroused, allowed her to control him for several hours, which was just enough time to get back to her ship.

“Brandon, you will kill the two men that keep me here. Then you will release me with their key and take me to my ship in their jeep. I will direct you. Is that understood?”

“Yes Ana,” he replied automatically.

He stood up and left the room. Marcus was banging on the door when he opened it. The two business partners were standing by one of the couches whispering to each other nervously. They thought they were going to have another dead American tourist on their hands and would have to silence his friend as well. However, they were shocked to see that he was still alive. They didn’t know what to do next.

“Dude…” Marcus was concerned. “What happened in there? I heard you scream. I tried to come in before, but they stopped me and told me that screaming was a part of the whole ‘experience’ and you were totally fine. Was it that awesome or…” He trailed off.

Brandon’s face was pale and his eyes were glazed over. Ignoring his buddy, he walked towards Hector.

Hector stuttered and wrung his hands. “I’m s…sorry about that my friend. She gets that way sometimes. It cannot be helped. But you are alright, yes? I’m sure it wasn’t all bad, am I right?” His eye twitched.

Brandon head butted him in the face. Blood gushed from his nose as he fell backward into the couch. Brandon then began punching him over and over again mechanically.

Hector’s partner jumped on top of Brandon’s back, but Marcus managed to tackle him off.

“Bro, bro…what’s wrong with you?”

By this time Brandon was strangling Hector with his bare hands. Marcus tried to pull his hands away from the man’s throat, but his grip was unnaturally strong.
Finally, the man in the Hawaiian shirt went limp on the couch

“Yo bro, snap out of it!” Marcus tried grabbing his friend’s shoulder, but Brandon just pushed him against the wall and headed in the direction of Hector’s partner, who was running out of the door. Brandon picked up a crowbar that was lying on the floor in the corner by the door and ran after him.

Through the open front door, Marcus winced every time he heard the sound of metal hitting skull. After several minutes, Brandon returned covered in blood, but he seemed not to notice it.

“Bro?” Marcus tried to get his friend’s attention again. He still ignored him. Marcus was scared. ‘What happened to him in that room?’ he thought.

By this time Brandon was strangling Hector with his bare hands. Marcus tried to pull his hands away from the man’s throat, but his grip was unnaturally strong.
Finally, the man in the Hawaiian shirt went limp on the couch. “Yo bro, snap out of it!” Marcus tried grabbing his friend’s shoulder, but Brandon just pushed him against the wall and headed in the direction of Hector’s partner, who was running out of the door. Brandon picked up a crowbar that was lying on the floor in the corner by the door and ran after him. Through the open front door, Marcus winced every time he heard the sound of metal hitting skull. After several minutes, Brandon returned covered in blood, but he seemed not to notice it. “Bro?” Marcus tried to get his friend’s attention again. He still ignored him. Marcus was scared. ‘What happened to him in that room?’ he thought. Brandon rifled through the remains of Hector and found the key. He then went back into the room with the alien. He unlocked Ana’s shackles and she then followed him out to the Jeep. As they were walking through the outer room, Marcus stared at  Ana the alien. She stared back at him. He shivered. He was too scared to move, so he just let them pass without making any action. But once they were outside, he followed them. Brandon was in the driver’s seat already starting the jeep and the alien was sitting next to him. Marcus was terrified, but he didn’t want to abandon his brainwashed friend. Right when they were about to pull off, Marcus hopped into the back of the open jeep without them noticing.
They drove for a long time through the jungle. Marcus was crouched low in the back seat listening to the alien give orders to Brandon.

‘Women. You have sex with them and they think they own you. Sheesh,’ thought Marcus.

Eventually, after what seemed like a couple hours, they came to another clearing with a small farmhouse and barn. Brandon stopped the car and the new couple got out. Marcus quietly got out of the jeep and snuck behind them into the barn.

In the center of the barn was a spaceship. A big silver and black flying saucer that looked like it could be from an old science fiction movie. Marcus hid behind a bale of hay near the entrance while the alien spoke.

“My people have been looking for new species to breed with to increase our genetic pool. The two men that captured me promised to provide me with an adequate sample of your species’ males when they found me when my ship landed. But I was tricked, and taken prisoner instead and forced to work for them. However, it did allow me to sample a variety of your men.

“You looked like a very good specimen when I first saw you. I knew then that it was time to make my escape. You have definitely proven to be adequate for our research. Your blood and semen sample were healthy and you are compatible with our DNA. You will come back to my planet with me and mate with our females.”

Brandon seemed to hesitate for a moment, but eventually nodded.

because he couldn’t let his best bro be taken to some planet far away with an alien she-devil. He had to do something.

Ana pressed some buttons on the panel of her ship and a door slid open letting the blue light from the inside illuminate the barn. She walked up the ramp which had descended and entered the ship. Brandon was about to follow her when Marcus made a running tackle and knocked him to the ground. His years of playing football were finally of some use after college.

“Brandon! Snap out of it. You can’t go with that alien bitch! She’s abducting you.”

Brandon’s eyes were still glazed. Marcus looked around for anything to help him. There was a bucket of water in the corner to the left of the spaceship. He grabbed it and dumped its entire contents over Brandon’s head. His friend sat there frozen and soaked. Marcus thought it hadn’t worked. After a moment, Brandon’s eyes began to focus for the first time in hours. He blinked.

“Dude… where are we?” he asked stupefied.

“We gotta get out of here. That alien bitch was about to take you to her planet.”

“No way.” Suddenly he grabbed his crotch and winced in pain. “She nearly bit off my dick. That bitch.”

“What?” Marcus grimaced.

“I’ll explain later. Let’s get out of here.”

We are ready to le…” She trailed off when she saw Marcus. “What are YOU doing here?”

Her eyes suddenly turned from ocean blue to hellfire red as she raised her tail high in the air with the metal stinger pointing at Marcus menacingly. Marcus ran back and grabbed a pitchfork from the hay bale he was hiding behind and brandished it at her.

“I heard what you said about taking him back to your sex planet. But sex with your species doesn’t seem all that great.”

Ana looked at Brandon and saw fear in his eyes as he moved further and further away from the ship behind Marcus. She could tell he was no longer under her control. She let out a loud, shrill hiss and stiffened her tail.

“Bros before hoes bitch. You’re not taking him with you,” Marcus shouted.

Hissing, she leapt at Marcus causing him to stumble and fall backwards onto the ground. She leapt at him again with her stinger aimed directly at his skull. At the last moment, he rolled out of the way, pitchfork still in hand, as she nearly jumped on top of him. Ana’s stinger plunged into the ground with a thud.

While she recovered, Marcus was already on his feet. He swung the pitchfork at her as she jumped off the ground and cut one of her right arms badly. Ana
snarled. She was about to attack again when she saw Brandon standing behind her glaring at her menacingly. He had regained his senses and was about to get his revenge for her earlier injuries on him. Before he could do anything, she ran back towards her ship.

Taking on two young and athletic human males, and one with a weapon, was too much of a hassle for her. There were many qualified specimens on the planet and she didn’t want to risk her life just to get one. At least she had gotten free from her captures and had her ship back.

Cradling her injured arm with her other good right arm, she hissed again and darted into her spaceship closing the door behind her. The ship’s engines started, letting out blue blasts of fire from under its shell. Brandon and Marcus ran outside to get out of the way. A few seconds later, the ship blew through the roof of the barn and destroyed the entire structure. It hovered up and up into the night sky and then zipped like a streak of light to the north.

Both men breathed a sigh of relief.

Marcus dropped the pitchfork. “So, was that alien experience real enough for ya?” He slapped Brandon in the back of the head hard.

Brandon sat on the ground wearily. “More than enough. I nearly lost my dick!”

Marcus laughed. “And you almost got kidnapped and taken to another planet.”

“Yeah, that would’ve sucked too. But my dick bro! Seriously.”

“Just be glad that you still have it. That’s what you get for sleeping with a strange alien you just met.”

Brandon cupped his sore crotch. “For real. Damn. That was one nasty alien bitch.” He looked down at his hands covered with dried blood. “Um… what happened to Hector and his friend?”

Marcus just shook his head. “You need to have a few dozen shots of tequila before I tell you that part of the story. It’s not pretty.”

Brandon didn’t reply. Then he said, “By the way, thanks for saving me.”

“No problem,” Marcus sighed and sat down next to him. “Anything for a bro.”