Patreon Prompt 245 (Patreon)

Prompt: The annual Intergalactic Slobberry Picking Contest is on, and Earth has been picked as the harvest ground. Whatever alien huntress can blimp up and collect the most Slobberries wins.

   People stopped their day to day grind to stare at the armada of flying saucers that landed in the center of town. Opening up their bay doors, the alien ships let out a collection of strange and unusual creatures decked out with a plethora of advanced looking weapons. Too busy gawking at the alien’ shapes and technology, the people closest to the ships were the first to be shot by beams of multi-colored energy.

   Each person shot with a ray rapidly began to swell with mass. Their skin matched the color of the beam that hit them, matching with the streams of liquid that poured out from their various orifices. Upon swelling up to the size of a small car, each victim could only flail their sunken in hand and toes as they wobbled around in their globular forms. Their constant struggling released a deluge of gasses from their mouths and rears, the fruity smell doing little to quell the fear of the other onlookers.

   Moving past the first group of victims, the alien invaders spread out to add more humans to their collection. The streets became flooded with various colored juices and gasses in a matter of minutes. Alleyways and building became stuffed with its former inhabitants, their screams muffled by their constant belching and outpouring of juice. The odor of strange fruits could be smelled for smiles, forming a rainbow-colored miasma that hung over the city as the aliens continued to hunt their prey.

   After an hour, the chaos began to settle as the aliens got to work pushing their captives back towards their ships. Organizing the gassy globes so that all of the same colors were close together, the aliens waited as a creature with dozens of tentacles sampled their prey’s various juices. When the tentacle creature finished its rounds, it clapped its tendrils together as it placed a ribbon on the chest of a creature with a bulbous head and wearing something similar to a set of overalls. Hearing the rest of the aliens break out into cheers, the transformed humans were left clueless to the fact they were the first earthlings to participate in the Intergalactic Slobberry Picking Contest.