Ashley watched his costume’s wide hips budge as he squatted down and scooped up pool water with his taloned hands. It was obvious his tail was helping him keep balanced.
He moaned as he stood up, drinking from his hands.
She tilted her head, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion, wondering why he was drinking from her pool, especially when she had a hose for him to use—and she would’ve offered him a glass of water, as she always did when someone first arrived.
Ashley pushed away the doubts about why the cosplayer had decided to enter her backyard to drink from her swimming pool, reasoning that he was most likely trying to play the part of a recently escaped alien looking for a safe place to hide.
The cosplayer must be a true professional, as he claimed when she first hired him. The high quality of his alien costume demonstrated his seriousness in his craft.
He even created three-toed feet!
He boasted about his stilt-walking abilities, but she didn’t believe he was such a natural and wondered if he had worked with one of the local circus troupes.
Ashley laughed at the thought of what he had packed beneath it all, and she wondered if he would be willing to use one of her unopened cock sheaths, or if he had brought his own.
It didn’t matter if he refused; she knew some guys had hard limits and weren’t as freaky as she was; if he didn’t want to be that adventurous, he could use one of her many dildos.
All that mattered was that he was finally here, and she was about to get lucky—and judging by his appearance, it had been well worth the wait.
Four
Xizi
Rylyx was the one who wanted to land on Earth—to fulfill his need to always be remembered for generations to come.
Theircloutcalways told them how humans were dull savages and easy to manipulate. It was a rite of passage for each clutch in every generation to take a journey to Earth to do something to the humans that would either confuse, excel their growth, or alter how they went about their business. Whichever clutch of their generation left the strongest impact were claimed the winners.
What was the reward?
Nothing.
The Rkekh were a minor species in their galaxy, with only one tiny home planet—basically non-existent compared to all the other space-faring species. They were nomadic and kept to themselves—always traveling as a clutch until members broke off to create their own clans. Their stories were passed down, generation to generation—only those who toyed with the humans the best were remembered amongst his species.
Until now, it was assumed that the Euph galaxy was a safe haven, and Earth was a playground where they could freely mess around without being detected, especially since the other species in their galaxy had no idea what they were capable of.
Now, Xizi only had two clutchmates left.
It was the price they paid—all because they wanted to be the clutch to be remembered for generations to come.
The end of his tail throbbed, itsnoluthreatening to glow, making it more difficult for him to remain hidden as it signaled he was getting closer to the one the Stars had destined him to be with.
Hisenaxwas near.
It had been ages since he expanded his tail end, using his cluster of shimmering threads to gather the basic molecular information of a species to store for later use. Each spine along his back held the data collected for each individual species they scanned. The more spines they had, the more species they had the pleasure of meeting. The larger the spines, the greater number of scans they had on that species. It was a sign of power and maturity amongst the Rkekh.
Humans? They were the easiest species to scam. Their mistrust of one another made them paranoid, and their society considered those who believed in aliens delusional.
Their blood banks were the best way to collect all the data needed without alerting them… such exploitable creatures.
However, the majority of the time, they probed humans, and in exchange, the participants were always healed of any abnormalities in their bodies as payment.
It was the ones who were afraid of what it meant if they enjoyed it a little too much—never having had their anus played with—who always caused them problems.
All was well until that one fateful night when they tried to scan their first celebrity.
It was his fault he didn’t stop the crew from going after the president, wanting to collect the data of all the leaders of Earth’s most powerful nations—something about making a game of it and collecting them all.
Earth was always an easy target, and it should have been easy. Humans hadn’t explored their star system yet. They had developed quite a defense, but not enough to protect them from the Yaarkins or any other species with a fleet.
