I’m grinning as I pinch Fran’s belly to stop her from running over to stop our fearless kids from doing exactly what Daddy told them not to do. Immediately all three of their noses turns bright purple, and they’re squealing and pointing at one another in delight as the ardinoquads slither back into the depths of the shining crimson pond that’s teeming with all sorts of life.
“Let them learn the hard way,” I say to my wife. And she is my wife. We married in the ancient Arganian way, at the confluence of all twelve moons, when the twin suns were blocked out at midday and the planet glowed with a surreal haze that our ancestors considered the most powerful time of the year.
“Um, I don’t think they’re learning, honey,” Fran says as we watch the other eight of our brood that can walk rush to grab some purple ardinopods so they can turn their noses purple too!
I grunt as I glance down at my new daughter, Falcon. We have six girls and six boys now: Freya, Falma, Femsi, Filly, Flora, and Falcon are the girls; Fro, Fama, Flado, Fermax, Feni, and Fernando are our young men. Quite a family. My family!
I take in the peaceful beauty of the moment. There’ve been many moments like this over the past twelve months. Yes, there’ve been challenges too: Reclaiming some old buildings so we could find shelter from the pink rain that can sting like wasps; re-learning which plants are good to eat and which will take to you the brink of death; making our peace with hunting some of the beasts so long as we do it with dignity and compassion, never beyond the needs of hunger, teaching our children to do the same. In a way we’ve been building a new civilization from the ground up, raising more than just a family.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask softly when I see Fran look into the distance, her eyes misting over like it has a few times recently.
“Nothing,” she says quickly.
“You miss Earth,” I say with a sigh, nodding and then shaking my head.
She giggles. “Oops. I forgot about that annoying head-reading crap.” Then she sighs and turns to me. “I’m happy here, Flash. Our children are happy here. This is my home, and I love it. I love how we’ve overcome so much to survive, to thrive. But there’s a part of me that thinks our children need to know where they come from too. They’re half human, you know.”
I shrug. “It’s been a year. Another couple of years and we’ll make a trip to Earth. You’d think they’d have forgotten about you by then.”
She frowns and shakes her head. “Me? They might forget about me. But they aren’t gonna forget about you!”
I frown as I realize she’s right. Yes, Fran killed a government official and is wanted for murder. But I’m the real prize here! An alien species! Humanoid physiology but self-healing! I’m the holy grail! They’ll never stop looking for us! In fact, they’ve probably been looking for us for a year!
I flinch as I sense that Fran is thinking about the same thing, her anxiety rising as she wonders how long it’ll take for them to track us down here.
“I’ve been running some calculations,” she says softly. “Space Command can track any of its ships, including the one we stole. It didn’t take us that long to fly here, but the beacon signal takes a long time to travel back to Earth.”
“How long?” I whisper, my jaw clenching as I feel like she’s been thinking about this privately for months.
“About a year,” she says, her voice trembling a bit.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I say, my anger rising—partly at myself for not looking into the far reaches of her formidably powerful mind. Damned woman has gotten better at hiding things from me! “We would have destroyed the spaceship!”
“That wouldn’t have made a difference. The signal was transmitted the moment we landed here, and it’s been travelling through space, heading back to Space Command. They’ll be here any day. There’s no way around it. We have to face them.” She smiles and shakes her head. “Face my people.”
“All we’ll do is kill your people,” I say through clenched teeth as I look over at my innocent children. The thought of any of them being in a cage almost drives me wild, and I glower at Fran as my mind races.
“No,” she says. “We kill them, more will come, with bigger, more advanced weapons. I know you and our kids can survive laser blasts. But what about plasma cannons? Deatomizers? No. The only way is to wait for them and try to strike a bargain.”
I snort. “A bargain. Like what? Give them one of our kids as a lab rat, the way you turned me into a fucking lab rat?”
She glares up at me, her brown eyes burning as her jaw tightens. “Fuck you,” she hisses at me. “I saved your alien ass!”
“Yeah, after blowing two holes in my chest,” I snap back. “And that’s before you knew I could heal, I should remind you.”
Soon we’re arguing, and as we get into it, both of us refusing to back down, I almost don’t notice the shadow that’s getting darker. When I finally notice the massive space cruiser hovering over us it’s too fucking late.
“Run!” I shout to my kids, who all look at me bewildered. But they see the seriousness in Daddy’s eyes, and in a moment they’ve disappeared into the jungle. They’ve grown up in the jungle, and they’ve learned to take care of themselves and each other. They’ll be fine. It’s Mommy and our newborn daughter who are vulnerable right now.
I step in front of Fran and Falcon as she covers up and waits for her chance to negotiate some kind of deal with these human monsters. I, however, am ready to leap through the air and rip out throats and hearts at the first sight of hostility.
The hatch slides open as the ship hovers a few feet above a clearing. I squint at the artificial light, which hurts my eyes after nothing but pure sunlight from the orange twin suns of Argan.
“I know you,” I snarl at the woman at the top of the hatch. It’s the woman in the white coat, the third of my three tormentors. “They aren’t here to negotiate, Fran. Run. I’ll handle these beasts from Earth. Run, Fran. Take my daughter and run!”
11
FRAN
I clutch Falcon close to my chest. Dread rips through me as I hate myself for not being more prepared. But what choice did we have? We only had one small weapon, which wouldn’t have done much to protect us. And even if I did get a shot off, killing anyone would only make it worse. We could have run, but if we’d fled in our stolen ship, where would we go where we couldn’t be tracked? There’s no way to disable a Space Command homing beacon—that’s how it was designed! We’d be followed anywhere. We’d be followed forever.
No, I decide. It may not work out, but I made the right choice. We have to face my people. My past. The worst of humanity.
“Come on, universe,” I mutter under my breath as I stare at White-coat #3, that grey-eyed woman who made some crude comments to me just before I murdered her boss. “You got us this far. It couldn’t have been so that it ends with me being executed and my entire family being tested like monkeys in a skin-cream lab. Come on. Something will happen. Something will emerge. Come on. Come on. Come on!”
But nothing happens, and I get ready to run as I see Flash’s body coil up like a spring, his muscles tense up as he prepares to protect his family, to protect his home, protect his woman and child.
Then the light from the open hatch is blocked out, and my heart sinks when I see a dozen armed, armored Space Command Special Ops soldiers lined up and ready to fire. He’s outnumbered, I realize as I prepare to surrender. There’s no way Flash gets to them before—
But then I see a flash of movement to my left, another to my right, ten up ahead, a hundred back below!
“What the fuck?” says Flash, whipping around like he’s wondering what the hell is going on too!
I blink as I try to figure out if I’m seeing things. This can’t really be happening, can it? It looks like people are slowly materializing all around us! Tall, sturdy, massive aliens, men with barrel chests and arms th
e size of cannons!
“It’s the Arganians!” I scream suddenly, my eyes going wide as the realization hits me just as it hits Flash. “I told you it was possible they were just dormant, just waiting for something to bring them out of their deathlike slumber!”
Flash is spinning around like a top, beaming with delight, shouting out words that sound like thunder, calling out men’s names as they respond with bellows and hoots. The human soldiers are scared shitless, and they’re all staring at White-coat #3, who looks like a petrified schoolgirl right now.
“But what brought them back to physical reality?” Flash says. He looks at me and half frowns, half smiles. “My body manifested because it needed to bond with yours.”
I nod as I notice one of the Arganians has materialized fully while the others seem to be shimmering, like they’re not quite there yet. The alien is almost as tall as Flash, equally muscular, with a savage jawline and a hook nose, a massive chest and a cock that looks like it would beat out the proudest donkey in all the land.
“Um, I think it’s the same thing bringing your dude-bros back from the dead,” I whisper as I see Donkey-cock fix his gaze on White-coat #3.
A moment later he’s raced over to her and lifted the shocked woman clean off her feet, holding her up by the arms like she’s a little doll. He cocks his head as his eyes burn with green fire, and I can tell he’s reading her mind, getting inside her head just like Flash did with me!
Suddenly his cock rises up as a wolfish smile breaks on his face.
“You,” he growls in broken English as White-coat #3 trembles in his arms. “Are mine.”
There’s a moment of dead silence, and I can White-coat #3 gasping for breath, her face red and flush. Slowly Donkey-cock leans in and licks her face as the soldiers try to take aim but are too afraid because there isn’t a clear shot.
I watch the crazy scene, and I blink and gasp when I see how White-coat #3 shivers, shudders, and then moans in Donkey-cock’s grip! I think back to what Flash once said about Arganian men being able to make a woman come with just a kiss. Would it work with a lick? Apparently so!
“Gentlemen,” White-coat #3 mutters, her lips twisted in a quivering smile. “Stand down. Stand the fuck down.”
12
TWELVE MONTHS LATER
PLANET EARTH
FLASH
“This place stinks,” I say to my wife as we walk through the crowded streets of what she says is the greatest city on this rat-infested hellhole that I can’t wait to leave behind in my stardust. But we’re going to be here for a while, because my kickass wife is a key participant in historic talks between Earth’s leaders and the rulers of the recently back-to-life planet of Argan.
Oh, and yeah—we’re those rulers of Argan. King Flash and Queen Fran.
It took a while to figure out what happened on the ground in Argan, but my PhD Astrophysicist wife figured it out before I did. Turned out the star cruiser was carrying DNA samples of every human in existence, and somehow even that weak connection was enough to activate that yearning for female companionship festering in the dormant Arganians that were not completely lost to the void. Donkey-cock (my wife’s name for him, by the way . . . yeah, she looked at another guy’s cock! He is so fucking dead!) was drawn to White-coat #3, and he burst into full form and claimed her right there and then.
As for the others . . . well, we all made the trip back to Earth as Fran and White-coat #3 ran some tests to see which DNA samples caused the shimmering Arganians to fully materialize. By the time we got back to Earth, we had three hundred strong, strapping Arganians with heavy cocks and loaded balls ready to claim their mates. It was everything I could do to just get them to hold back until we figured out some system, came to terms with how complicated it was going to be to explain this to the people of Earth.
“Fated mates,” Fran says, shaking her head. She’s used the term about a hundred times by now. “Never woulda believed it, but the science doesn’t lie. Who would’ve thought that paranormal romance would have gotten it right before anyone else ever did.”
“Paranormal romance?” I say. “I thought our story was sci-fi porn?”
“There’s some overlap,” Fran says, shaking her head and taking my hand in hers. We’ve been together two years and we have twenty-four kids, but thankfully the eldest ones are able to babysit, so they’re in a massive hotel suite that’s heavily monitored by Mommy and Daddy.
We walk down the busy street as heads turn towards us and I hear snippets of whispers: “That’s the Arganian King and his human Queen” and “Fuck, he’s big! Thank God we’re all on the same side!” and “Is she pregnant again? She’s glowing!”
I slide my arm around my glowing, pregnant, alien wife (yeah, Earthlings are aliens to me, remember?), laughing as she tries to explain the overlap between paranormal romance and sci-fi porn.
“So where does the Ten-tentacled Fuck-monster fit in?” I ask with deadpan delivery, carefully running my finger down the curve of her back, trailing off just before I get to her magnificent asscrack.
“Anywhere it wants,” she whispers, looking straight ahead, walking proud and perfect like a queen even though I feel the arousal make her boobs shiver, make her ass shudder, make her wet in her most secret space. “It fits anywhere it wants, you monster. Anywhere it fucking wants.”
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